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Daysey Mayme
and Her Folks
3 FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
IT MIGHT HAPPEN OFTENER.
years, which have a fattening
..ini growing effect on woman,
’ -em to shrink a man. At 50 she
like a toy balloon, and he looks
flannel shirt that has been in the
;v . ; all winter.
years also have a widely differ
c . ,-sect on the disposition. She grows
rarr;ious with age, and he grows less
ss communicative.
T> . , hanges time has wrought are
, noticeable when Lysander John
hi.< wife are seated at breakfast;
.. is their one meal alone, as both the
n.-lren are still turning over.
y,.... Lysander John looms up before
~ffee cups like a Mauretania sur
rounded by little sailboats. He, sink
ing down in his chair, is hidden behind
newspaper like a violet hidden be
neath a hedge, a comparison too poeti
for a married man.
Her Ruling Habit.
This morning, in turning a page, his
attention was caught- by his wife’s
laugii. A wife rarely laughs at break
s .=t: a husband never.
Hi- curiosity was aroused and peep
g cautiously behind a corner of his
, .r he snw his wife ' s face lighted up
v it smiles and animation, as if she
carrying on a conversation with
one most interesting.
sii was looking at her coffee cup. "I
n't believe it when I first heard it,”
sa, -aid; “but then, as you know, I soon
h.„. proof.” (A pause.) ”Yes, I know
t wrong to gossip, but if there had
n-vcr been any gossip there would be
no history.”
She turned her face inquiringly to
ward the cream pitcher, and then
laughed.
What an idea! The cream pitcher”
-turning back to her coffee cup—“says
•hey gossip in heaven; that the women
their gossip by expressing sympathy
for the women who became their hus
bands’ second wives!”
She Needed an Audience.
She laughed uproariously. Then she
..egan an argument on Women’s Rights
vith the syrup jug, and, though Lysan
■ er John dropped his paper and stared
at her in fear, she heeded him not.
He called her name in alarm. “Are
ou mad?” he said, and she took no no
nce of him, agreeing with her fork that
since the women had the children the
nen ought to be compelled to take care
of them after they came.
Lysander John felt his temperature
going down and his hair going up. He
called again in such tones of horror
that at last her attention was at
tracted.
"Are you crazy,” he said, ‘‘talking to
the dishes like that?”
"I had to talk to something,” she
eaid, giving a wink at the cream pitch
er, “and you wouldn’t listen.”
Lyeander John reached for his hat
and staggered blindly to the door.
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H 111 —No; he went round the back of
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There are always thiee to meet him the BIG three—aX you can always tell which is which—the gladdest looking one is the mother—the gayest is his littli
sister—and the quietest one is his sweetheart! But if you look at her very closely you may find that in her eyes which says she’s not sorry
he s home. ’Tis the way of sweethearts—to be very still and small when their lovers co re sailing home.
An Exciting Tale of Love and Adven
ture That Grips From Start to Finish
By Bertrand Babcock.
(Copyright. 1912. by Drury Lane Com
pany of America, by arrangement with
Arthur Collins, managing director
of the Drury Lane theater of
London.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT
“Where J could see the Wold,” said the
girl, meaning creeping between her words.
“With glasses?” he persisted.
For answer the girl showed him a pair
of field glasses concealed in the case.
"Anything worth seeing?”
Bitterly she replied:
“No —opponent Silver Shoe —the Rider
and the Whip—a striding gallop, but
nothing like a trial.”
There was that in iter voice which
would have told an expert in human na
ture that the girl despised herself for
what she was doing, but that she could
not resist the demands of this man.
But the cousin of Lady Liana did not
honor the girl with the slightest concern
for her feeling. He was thinking only of
the horses and of how many times he had
won handily because of some hit of sta
ble information he had been able to ex
tract from the girl.
"Pump Your Brother."
“I wonder if their dark horse is worth
anything?” he went on. his gambler’s
sense playing in and out of a series of
calculations as to odds and weights.
“What a pile one could win if one knew!
Twenty to one! Look here. Myrtle, you
can pump your brother, if you like. He
must know.”
"He won’t tell.” said tlie girl, almost
sullenly.
The tone of the captain was kinder, now
that he had found something that the
girl could do for him.
“You can make him.” he said.
“1 can't.” she answered, her breast ris
ing and falling. "1 believe he mis
pects —”
“You?”
“You.”
“Me?” exclaimed Sartori?.
There was self loathing, accusation and
defiance of all the world in the girl’s face.
“YOU and ME,” she said slowly, but al
most savagely.
But if he felt any impending danger at
her words Sartoris did not show it. There
was almost bantering humor in his face,
which gave place to stupor as the girl
hurried on in little panting gasps:
"My brother used to tell me everything.
When he told me stable secrets 1 told
you 1 have been a traitor to him and a
traitor to them all—l have betrayed Lady
Hi. whom I love I have sold out Lord
Be verley, who gave us a home and every
thing we have in the world—and I have
forgotten all that and have sold him out
sold him out for nothing at all—nothing
In the whole wide world. \ girl only
does that for one reason, and my brother
knows that.”
With white fun Sartoris turned upon
her. For a moment It seemed as though
he would hurl the heavy spear In his hand
at the girl
“You've told him.” he demanded sav
agely
Myrtle faced him bravely, but in a mo.
ment her head drooped.
“No—l haven’t turned traitor to you,
Greville,” she said brokenly.
Into the whole manner of the captain
there came a great change. He was as
near to pity as his shallow’ nature ever
permitted as he said fervently:
“Os course, you haven’t, little Myrtle."
Instantly the jockey’s sister moved clos
er to him. He took one quick step back
ward and his tone became lighter as he
hurried on to bridge the gap of emotion:
“But, come, now, don't talk heroics—
about traitors and things. Beverley never
bets. If the wide world knew his stable
secrets it would do no harm. If you give
tne a tip or two —heaven knows I want it
badly enough—who's hurt?”
“I am.” said the girl, much of her re
sentment gone because of his few kindly
words of the moment too soon gone.
“And I shan't do it again.”
“Nonsense' You’ll tell me when The
Whip's tried.”
“I shan't be here to see.”
"No?”
“No—l can't stay here much longer. 1
dare not/'
"Nonsense! Where will you go'.”'
“Isn’t that for you to say? Haven't
you promised?”
Sartoris shrugged his shoulders, and
then became aware that Harry Anson was
standing near the main door of the sta
bles, with anxious, speculative eyes upon
him. He left Myrtle and strolled toward
the stable. His eyes for a moment looked
keenly into the face of the boy, and then,
with a sudedn. unwilling movement of his
head, he turned aside, unable, despite his
wonderful customary self control, to face
the brother of Myrtle.
CHAPTER V.
I Uady Diana Sees Once More Her Artist.
Ijord Beverlev was worried over some
thing the women of his granddaughter's
house party had told him. The) had de
scribed the course of the otter hunt and
this description had displeased him ex
ceedingly, though he was at much pains
not to let the women see It. But straight
to Captain Sartoris, whom he Instinc
tively disliked, though he tried to over
come that feeling he went.
“Greville." exclaimed the marquis, “I’m
afraid from what I hear that you went
trespassing this morning.”
“Oh. did we?” exclaimed Sartoris,
lightly, not attaching much Importance to
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the opinions of the racing marquis upon
any subject.
"Yes: from beyond the bend where the
bourne winds through the Braneaster
property,” Beverly continued, in a mod
ified tone.
“(if course—so it does," answered Sar
toris. "Well, we didn’t go far. Surely it
doesn't matter. As a neighbor, Brancas
ter wouldn’t object."
Beverley frowned as he went on, in his
ponderous and bombastic tone:
"He's a neighbor to whom I object—cer
tainly not one from whom I’d ask fa
vors."
One of the women of the house party.
Lady Antrobus, had overheard the two
men use the name of Brancaster Os Lady
Antrobus it had been said "she rushed
In w'here —well, you know, tny dear." Her
shrewish curiosity made her anxious t.o
know what they were saying of Brancas
ter so, despite the breeding of her line, she
Interjected herself Into the conversation.
"Lord Brancaster will have to sell the
Ricvers for a song if he goes on racing
so desperately." she said.
She was an old neighbor of the marquis,
and her chance touching upon a hobby
of Beverley aroused his ire.
"I’ardon me,” said he. "BETTING so
desperately. Gambling is not racing."
“He s a Wonderfully cqpl gambler.”
Went on the Chatty tongue of his femi
nine neighbor. “1 saw him at Sandown
last autumn betting over the rail with all
the bookmakers on the oilier side ranging
at him like a pack of wolves.”
Sartoris himself laid taken the. other end
of some of these bets, and his smile was
rueful as he put in:
"With Kelly, the leviathan, leading
them, hurling the odds at his head in
thousands.”
“For the Excitement."
It was plain that Lady Ahtrobus. who
had known of Brancaster since he was a
boy. had rather a sort of admiration for
him.
"And lie never turned a hair," she went
on. "I believe lie loves the excite
ment."
The failure of the plan of the father of
Lady Diana and of Brancaster had left a
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Copyright 1912, by American-Journal-Examiner.
Ihe Story of the Play of the Same Name Now
Running at the Manhattan Opera House, New York
deep bitterness in the heart of Beverley,
though his bark was worse than his bite.
The marquis felt that a man of his
own position and morality owed it to the
world to point out every "horrible exam
ple,” even if that example were the son
of an old family friend. "For how other
wise can the rising generation get the
ptoper moral perspective?” he bad asked
more than once.
So now he did not hesitate, though be
was well aware that his utterances
would place him in the light of seeming
rather less of a gentleman than he was
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derstand his real feeling in this and re
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“He won’t love paying for it,” he said,
"and for his other follies—” Even Bev
erley felt that he was going too far
But the mind of Lady Antrobus was
alert for any bit of gossip.
"Are they so very costly?” she con-
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But Lord Beverley g.’am.d at L.uh
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s he returned hesitatirgh :
■'lleni er I have heard so."
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Continued In Next Issue.
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Advice to the
Lovelorn
Ry BEATRICE FAIRFAX
BLUE FOR GIRLS.
Dear Miss Fairfax;
To settle an argument, would you
kindlj- tell what colors are used for
babies in sending out birth notices?
Whether it is pink for boys and
blue for girls, or blue for boys and
pink for girls? M. A. B.
It is not important which color Is
used, but custom has given blue to the
girl baby and pink to the boy.
SELFISH AND UNGALLANT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
A friend of mine asked me to the
theater a few nights ago. but re
fused to call for me at my home.
He wanted me to meet him at the
t neater. A friend of his took me
the same night and called at my
home for me. Now my friend does
not talk to me. Do you think he
has any ground for being insulted?
PERPLEXED.
You are the one who should be the
aggrieved party. If he sulks because
of t. ■ rebuke you gave him, don't let It
worry you. He needs the lesson.
BEWARE OF SURFEIT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Kindly inform me if a lady should
allow her fiance to kiss her all he
wishes, an<l if it is proper for her
to return the kisses. We are en
gaged, but for no set time
C. A. B.
The rare kiss is the sweetest,
think if you set a limit on these tokens
of love your lover will prize them nn.r.
highly.
As for returning them: Don’t be tor.
lavish with your evidences of affection.
YV hen a clerk in a candy store is per
mitted to eat all the candy he or she
wants, you know what happens on the
third day.
there is little you can do
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young lady, twenty years
cf age. and am deeply in love with
a young man ten years my senior.
1 see this young man everj- ilaj
and know him to speak to. I never
add a. conversation with him. as he
does not -vein to pay anv attention
t 0 me. ANXIOUS.
1 am afraid you have given your
heart unsought and must pay the hu
miliating penalty. You can't make any
advances further than showing a
friendly interest by asking him to call.
But don’t urge him and assume an in
difference you may not feel in extend
ing the Invitation. Let him take the
next step toward becoming friends, and
if he never takes it, try to forget him.
YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 am 23 years old. About seven
months ago I made the acquain
tance of a young man two years
my senior. I have been going with
him twice a week until lately. My
parents seriously objected to tne
ma l i ving him. For his folks are
not as high a- we are. I atn deeply
in love with him, and he gave me a
ring, but vet I am not sure that he
really loves me the way I would
like him to. He says he does. He
is making $25 a week. Do you
thing he loves me enough for me to
mnrrv him without my folks' con
sent and live happily? He has not
any bad habits. E. M. E.
A woman of 23 who Is courted by i
steady, reliable young man of 25. Is >’n
position to d. eide for herself, and tie. >•
seems everj reason why the deeisli n
should be In the lovei’s favor. If h.
gets $25 a week and she is trained in
ways of economy, it is enough to mt,. -
iy on.
Perhaps your parents exaggerate ‘ ■
difference in rank. It should nev
militate against worth and love.