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-THE, __ GEOBGEAMS’ MAGAZINE
111-Tempered
Husband
WINIFRED ELACK.
MARION GREY, since that
11. a hat you choose to call your
1— . f—l should think Marion
■ aid be more like it with that
Giinl of yours—but anyhow, what
\ ,u going to do about a "grouchy
lu sbau'i'"’
H . g.nwls at you morning, noon and
; , i; ; -lams the door so hard he
the cat jump. Every time '
j, el , ; S company he finds some ex
,„e to walk in And out of the room
' f H ..-tless cat, looks daggers at
, ve ry harmless visitor, laughs at the
, ] you give him. complains about
>, ( offi ■ grumbles about the weath
,, , (l .| ls the little boy so the poor
Lid bates the sight of him, won't
IVI . . dog around the place, and
. v . that a woman who likes a cat
■, . kitchen is craxy.
y,, likes the way his linen is
nd. whips the little boy if his
' PI( / aid doesn't suit him, grunts
■ the man next door say it's a
ait . vening, and won’t even
. an v.hen the woman next door says
J,'",’’ ruing, is he crazy or what .'
■H> i.ither was just the same sort
mall and made his family perfect
v mis l table as long as he lived, and
k , the father’s own children would
1(i haw him alive again for any
hirr ' What shall you think and
rhat Shall you do?
Think I wouldn't think. I'd know.
,n.i what 1 would know would be
Iris. The man is not well balanced;
h-r- is something wrong with his
, u, poor thing. And then, maybe,
artinites that sort of a man and is
[lad he is married to the sort of wom
it! who'll- submit to his absurd moods.
I wouldn’t notice them at all. I'd
nest nr. friends outside the home
»- mak< - so miserable. I'd read and
hink and laugh and sing, and just
ck poor half-balanced husband
.I I'd look at a smoky chimney, a
hint: t<> lie endured’ with the least
tos possible.
1..t. him! Why, of course, you
sn’t lovi him—who could? Hut don’t
li;,r:-i with him. That’s what he
Ikes and what you hate. Don't quar
vl. whatever you do.
You'd like to love him, you'd like to
■ his happiness your one joy In
you’d like to watch for ills hoßiie-
I a every day with a song in your
. .Id or warm, wet or dry, never
Bind, father is on the way . Leap up.
n sing your sweetest, kettle; purr.
. gray cat: wag your tail, good
og!
ivh.it! a faded Hower in the vase •
Rak it out. pluck it out before the
|. of the Manor comes. All must
1 bright ami fresh for him.
i -i are tired and a little discour-
Smooth out those lines, lie’s
, -i lie!,-. Straighten your braids
ighter; sqtHU* youi shoulder*
If -ell. Hark! Ids step. He is
the one man in the world:
to love ami shelter and coin
a flip ami joy!
T - what you thought it would
you married him, Marion
Well, but that’s the way it
lb won’t let it be that war
l ' ' th, use of trying? You can .
- cold stone by holding it t
i' ' arm heart; you can't put blots,
f > turnip, can you? Well. then.
stm your heart to the Little Fellow,
sale him happy, live your own.
■tul. serene life, and let the poor,
mp.-red creature you were foolish i
irmigh to marry live his—that’s all '
can do.
f i Marion Grey, whenever I think
t" troubles of my own I'm go
fv to think of you and be comfort-
l -i of ill the evils on earth there I
’ ro that are twinsr-x jumping
1 ’” ■ and an ill, tempered man
1 'tit the house.
Orient Pudding.
Q. trier p«mnd of suet well chopped
‘ ” ixed with one-half pound flour
'•'•■ ounces bread crumbs. Add one
• 'l’h'-riful «>f baking jmwder and a
1 ; i h of sah Well mix in one half
■nd sultanas. Beat up one egg in
>: Pint of milk, flavored with lemon or
tonilia to taste. Mix all together, add
'Ta tablespoonful of sugar. Greaae
!i*f and bake one and a half hours
nicely brown. This pudding is in-
wholesome and satisfying
•
40 Bs a Woman’s
Ghrious Prime
W n a woman realizes that her ■
i ' d is slipping by! Almost 4"! j
[ Sh. looks back and sees that <
white hair ovec her ear. She (
! • d it out. and laughed! Then ?
•members combing her hair J
naming and carefully look- >
• ud picking out two or three $
JS’M-mng white threads. And the j
<ear! The white hairs pulled j
day were replaced by t w ice c
nv the next. And she drifted (
V \<»u just drifting toward a■’
ired old age at 40. the age <
mould be the glorious prime
•man’s life?
'Vo wish you would get our?
. “Charm/* ami read it. <At ■
” •! our stores, or sent by mail ?
i i • quest. > It explains why you
afely use Robinnaire’s Hair
J? 1 It is not an ordinary vulgar ;
h or artificial coloring. p '
i have named it a Restore
*»♦•< ause It is a pure, scientific
■ > pound that simply restores the
• o its own original color and ‘
‘ Hifui. healthy condition. If you
, '*'*• but a few white hairs, don t ;
them out. Restore them t<»
,|r original vigorous color, ind
’ sairx- time put your hair in a
’hy- Condition and stop its fad- )
The hair responds quickly to
roper care and treatment, and
’’ nnan who wants to keep its ;
j ‘ - itul color and fine texture can ?
K Hair Dye is made in <
n iabnratorx. and we per- ,■
gu&nmtee it to
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r«e it immediately if your >
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. ’ • • **d for light, medium and
•town am; black hair 1-orS
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A warning to golfers: When playing on the links with a pretty girl, be sure to keep your wits. Keep your eye on the ball, not the girl, and perhaps your own
plays will be made with more precision and success.
Things Worth Remembering
George An»tey, a twelve-year-old
cripple, of Leicester. England, is one
of the most remarkable cyclists to be
round in that country. Both his legs
are withered and useless hut the la’i
ccster Cripples' Guild has provided him
with a two-wheeled pt-ialiess machine,
with a lidded tills: covering the axle
bar. Acron* this he lies face foremost,
and. with wo.sl«-n clogs strapped to his
hands, he j>ro|>els himself along the
streets and roads in a marvelously
rapid manner. He has complete control
of the machine, hls hands acting as
pedals, steering gear and brake com
bined. Anstey proudly states that he
now frequently gives his little sister a
ride on bis hack.
, M la'om’e Botquet. the owner of fa
mous vineyards in the Ueeune district.
I who died a few days ago. left a will
' in which he expressed a desire to be
buried in one of the cellars of his pic
turesque chateau, which is several cen
turies old His coffin was taken down
into a big cave in the midst of wine
barrels and wine presses, and it was at
the foot of a wine press that the funeral
Service took |.la.-e. The coffin was
buried in the cellar
Til., first telephone ever installed in
a private r. sidem e is still to be seen
at Marlborough H'.us.- It was made
in igTg on !■ ar.i the warship Thuntowr.
A City Street
BY GORDON JOHNSTONE.
HFRE in >tr» et
‘ Where souls have honored life and death
thoroughfare of torrid heat.
With hot gra\ mouth and pungent breath.
Methinks, that .-y. s long used to dwell
■ On verdant glades may r-use a space
Refreshed by ling'ring h. i a spell
< in something of the commonplace.
n ie : s tile raucous note and clear.
\ lusty peddler shrills his wares:
, n old man stumbles, weary seer.
< ,th t>ots and kettles, age and cares:
A huckster with bright greedy smiles
in\*- Kles women one by «»ne.
With wagons f' ui<a of fyffi’ 1 *’ 5 -
That smked their honey from the sun.
Gere little child.en laug.i and play.
»„d sweating horses plunge and rear;
And there a wordless roundelay
Br-aKs on the thirsty list: nlng ear.
For in a window flower-.-Joked
X caged -ngster speeds the fght
X.'.w fainting on dim tow- s cloaked
In twi'lght sum - -go«n of night.
if- what varied ways you know.
What gutters strange and wind-swept lulls,
tttal l“v.ny and brave rick Mow
■ L. ' $5
- hold* unfuroi!
and was subsequently fixed up between
the schoolroom and the boudoir of the
then Princess of Wales.
• ♦ •
The record for expensive dinners in
New Britain. Conn., Is now held by
William 11. Hart, who used $2,2(H) stock
certificates as name-cards and souvenirs
at a dinner party Lu thirty children and
grandchildren.** When the guests enter
ed the dining room each found a cer
tificate for forty shares of Stanley
Works stock, now quoted at $65. on his
plate. The total value of the gifts was
$66,000
• • ♦
The remarkable sight of an armless
old woman named Pearce eating with
her feet was witnessed the other da>
ai the annual dinner given by the Royal
Antediluvian Order of Buffaloes at
Eastbourne Town Hall. England, to the
poor people of the town. She wore her
wedding ring on one of her toes, aixi
plied her knife and fork with great dex
terity.
• * ♦
In Sweden the public saloons are clos
ed on Saturday—pay day—while the
savings banks are kept open until mid
night.
• • *
A bill is to he introduce*! into the
Canadian Parliament advocating the
abolition of all titles, “thereby preserv
ing denun rack* equality throughout the
I ><>m inion
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Children’s Reading
IT is more important for the mother to
* superintend her son’s reading than
to see that he wears the latest thing in
collars.
Boys and girls saturated with low lit
erature form low ideas, which cling to
them through life.
Let the children sec how ugly low
ideals are, and then encourage them to
study the lives of great men?
The character depends upon the Meals,
and the ideals are the standard which
the parent or teacher sets before the
child.
Let the child choose his ideals from
the many that are presented to him.
Teaching is successful only when
the pupil is interested in his work.
Study the child, find out what his
capabilities are. and show him that you
take an interest in him.
Many a child's life is ruined by having
l>arents or teachers who do not take
the trouble to understand his <ai»sbil
ity.
The whole life and future usefulness of
a child depends largely on the way his
mind is trained at school.
To teach concentration should be the
end of aim •■:' all klbocl Instruction.
For a Cold in the Head.
One of the surest remedies fur re
lieving a ba»l cold in the head is to
inhale a solution <>f hot water and salt
Put three tablespoonfuls of salt into a
jug containing about a pnit of water,
and inhale the steam as it rises from
the jug
Laughter in Court.
Witness— He’s a dirty, mean. • on-
I temptible scoundrelfl yur worship! A
I low
Judge—Silence, witness!
Witness —Well, your worship. 1
I know the truth.
I Judge—Doesn’t matter! W«* don’t
I want any of that here.
New Storv
Begins
Wednesday
"A Ramble With Eulo
| gia,” a love story of the old
Spanish missions, by Ger
trude Athterton. will begin
on the magazine page of The
; Georgian Wednesday. Be
i sure to read the opening in !
■ stalment. You won t regTet
' ——“ - —1 1 “• ■
The Mouse and the Ring
44 1 LL m ver speak to him,’’ declared
I Cornelia. “If he lives here a
* thousand years I’ll nevei speaK a
single word to him?"
Cornelia’s vheeka flamed crimsun as
she announced this fierce and unalter
able decision.
“My dear.” said her mother, genily.
“his mother is my oldest and dearext
friend, and she would gladly do as
much for one of your girls.”
“But he isn’t a girl," stormed Corne
lia. ‘‘And a man shouldn’t thrust him
self upon comparative strangers. You'll
just have to write and tell her that he
can't come. I won't have him. I hate
men—and I despise boarders,” she con
cluded, vehemently.
Her mother sighed Then she said a
little guiltily, “I’m afraid you’ll have to
submit to it. my dear, for I've already
mid his mother that he might come ’
Whereupon Cornelia whirled away J
like a tornado to her room and wept ,
there.
In the course of a few weeks young
Fred Lambert arrived anil took up his
abode with the Trents. Cornelia, true j
to the spirit if not the letter of her vow. ;
ignore*! the young man as far us her |
early and thorough training in the
school of courtesy would i»ermit.
At the table she rescinded to his
friendly advances with a most chilling
hauteur. When he joined the family j
circle in the evening she promptly made
s<»m»* excuse for leaving it. Marjorie,
the younger sister, and Fre*i s»>on be
came the best of friethis. Fred, being
a happy. genial person, was greatly
trouble*! «»• Cornelia’s treatment of him.
“1 wonder why y«»ur sister *iislikes
me so*.’” asked Marjorie one day. |
"1 d< n't tfiink she dislikes you.” Mar- i
jorie hastened to assure him. “It’s just
—well, she didn’t want you to c«»me. and .
n >w she w -n’t give in because he's the;
most obstinate thing
Fred whistled. ’>o that’s it. is it?”
| lie said
If it hadn't been for Tom |>erhaps Cor- '
nelia never would have given in Hut
' Torn «de. t»**i several days later to ■ atch •
I his annual mouse. Being a fat and
j overfed feline, he rarely c*<mdescended
> to enter the hunting field for himself, j
land when he did. it uas a tragical event
•in the family. CurneLa would rather I
| have had the house swarming with mice
J than witness Tom’s treat non t of one
’ when he had caught it.
on this occasion Cornelia was alone
•at home when the ominous thumping
| ami squvdking that were sure imiica-.
•t.<>ns of Tom's a<‘hievement reached her |
I ears. She rushed down the stairs an«i I
I into the living room just in time to seel
T*»m release his victim, allow :• P»
• wuhble away a few and then p‘»un« e ’
I ;n>on it ..n. mos Tears of indigna- !
lion r.dled down Cirnelia's cheeks as I
I . swooped upon Tom She was just |
body when he slid out from under her
fingers and with a petulant swish of his
tail in Cornelia’s direction pa*l<le*l away
with the unfortunate mouse in his
mouth.
Cornelia followed, swooj>e<i again, and
again was foiled. Tom trotted up the
stairs and sought refuge under Corne
lia's lied. Cornelia pursued him with a
broom handle ami rushed him out. Still
dutrhing his treasure In hls teeth, Toni
leaped down the stairs, with Cornelia at
his heels Once mor? in the living room,
he released his prey again, gave it a
farewell slap with his paw, ami unable
longer to endure the nervous strain,
gave a yowl and went into a fit
This was the final blow to Cornelia.
Tom in a fit was a sight from which
she w<»uhi flee in abject terror With a
shriek she flew to the front door and
| almost fell into the arms of the boarder
i Like a drowning |*erson. she clutched
him. “O-o-oh!” she sobbed. “Please,
please! Tom’s got a fit and a mouse
and I don't dare touch him. and it's over
in the corner and 1 know it’s suffer-
I ing. boiause he treats them |»erfectly
dreadfully and I can’t bear It another
' minute! Oh. please put him out and
; catch it ami «lr<iwn it!"
Without a word Fred walked into the
j living room, secured Tom, gently
I dropped him from the low window to the
■ ground, then picked up the tiny, half
dead mouse
Cornelia, sitting on the stairs with
her head buried in her hands, said.
'“Will you please drown It?"
As Fred de|»arted toward the kitchen
she raised her tear-stained face “Wil!
you phas< warm the water a little?"
I she sobbed. "I’d feel happier if I knew
•It was dying comfortably."
’ “That’s a g* <»<i idea,” said Fred, so
! beriy.
I “Now. I put ir to you.” Cornelia said
to her bo. friend a feu weeks later,
when she wa« exhibiting her newly ac-
Iqulred engagement ring “Could any
; body have helped loving him? He did
it and he nev« r laughed a bit And—
and he really thinks it was nice of rne
and he -ays be d«*esn’l think it was a
1 hit ridiculous Do you wonder I’m < razy
I about him?”
A Simple Curry.
■ Take s««me slices of cold beef, two
I ounces and a half of butter, one table
spoonful of curry powder, half a Spanish
j <>nion. a few tomabies or apples, a quar
ter of a pint of gravy. Cut some slices
of » "ld treat into rather small square
I pieces, and dredge with flour. Slice the
|.»ni« n. and fry it a nice brown in about
I two toincvs and a half «»f butter in a
stewpan: then »«»ur in a quarter of'a
I pint, or as much us you may require.
’•I gravy fr»-m the meat. Add the curr>
Iv.wder. apple* «. r tomatoes and alh*e*
j..i meat S»*i i» ..ver a brisk fire, ano;
I stir well together for ten «»r twelve
When «rv with u
l ..rdt-r of Lou. d rive round the dish.
BALLAD
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
i.
YOU ask me if our love will change when you are old and gray;
You ask me if our dream of bliss in time will fade away;
And so I smile away your fears and kiss away your tours.
For such a love as ours, dear heart, cares nothing for the years.
CHORUS:
1 must have loved vou long ago when all the world was new.
When o'er the Howers of Eden's bowers the birds all sang for you;
In ages gone we knew the dawn of pleasure and of pain;
I loved you then, I love you now, and we shall love again.
11.
Uest night I dreamed the sunset gleamed along the ancient Nile,
And oh. your smile was sweeter far than Cleopatra’s smile.
We strolled along beneath the palms, and when the twilight came
1 kissed you long and tenderly; I kiss you now the same.
Something New
AS the grown-up neighbor descend
ed the stairs something fluttered
across the floor of the living
room, there was a smothered ripple of
laughter, then a scrambling, scratching
wound, followed by silence.
“Well!” sol I localized the grown-up
neighbor audibly. “I thought I heard
somebody down here, but there doesn’t
seem to be any one, so I must have been
mistaken.” .
She shook out the duster she held in
her hand and began dusting the chair
nearest her. There was a suppressed
giggle from behind the sofa. The grown
up neighbor turned her back elaborate
ly toward the place from which the
sound emanated and continued her work
There was a slight scuffle, another sup
pressed giggle, then somebody shouted
I “Boo'”
The grown-up neighbor gave a dra
matically realistic siart, which brought
forth a yell of joy from behind the
sofa In another moment the small
neighbor came rolling from under the
piece of furniture, head first. She
clasped her hands delightedly as she
scrambled to her feet.
“You didn’t know I was here, did
you?” she questioned, capering Joyously
about the room. “I fooled you! I fooled
you good!”
The grown-up neighbor sank Into a
chair, overcome apparently, by sheer
amazement. •
“Well, I should think you did,” she
responded. “I don’t know that I was
ever so fnoled before In my life. In
fact. I was the must fooled person you
ever saw. How long have you been
: here?”
•‘Hours and hours and hours.’’ said
the small neighbor. ”1 waited and
waited, and all the time you were Just
sitting upstairs and didn’t know 1 was
here.” She giggled again, after which
e gradually wriggled herself into the
largest chair in the room until the soles
of her small shoes were presented to her
friend’s vision She eyed the grown-tlp
neighbor expectantly for a moment.
“I don’t suppose,” she remarked,
smoothing out her little petticoat care
fully and noting the effect with side
long nodding* of her head, “that you
noticed that I have on my old dress"
It used to be my best dress when it was
new, but it isn't any more.” Again she
paused and eyed the grown-up neigh
bor Then she lifted one small font
and carefully examined the sole of the
shoet. "The dress.” she repeate<l. with
a. faint emphasis on the wool, “Is quite
. ..Id,"
“It’s such a pretty dress, though,
said the grown-up neighbor. "Didn’t
you wear it once !»♦ fore w hen you were
over here?”
“Pooh!" ejaculated the small neigh
bor, rather impatiently, “I weared it
hundreds and hundreds of times. It's
just ns old as It can be.” She polished
the other shoe tenderly with the palm
•»f her hand. ”1 have some nothrr shoes
that belong to this dress,” she said,
“hut they’re "Id ones. These shoes have
shiny buttons.”
"So i noticed.” responded the grown-
i up neighbor
The small neighbor a little.
“I have on my old stockings,” she re
marked.
“But they’re pretty stockings. " said
■I the grown-up neighbor. “I should think
i you’d like to wear them.’’
•’They're awful old.” rejoined the
small neighbor “Years and years old.
My petticoat is old, too "
“They don't show their age.” the
grown-up neighbor assured her “I
think they look quite young'
The small neighbor with son.e diffi
' culty crossed one fat leg over »he other
knee.
“I have some white shoes,” she
■ mused, “but they’re old, too. Some
i times they get black—black as your pi
ano. Then my mother puts some white
stuff on them >ind makes them white*
again. I hail them a long time ago.
Ami once,” she went on, “I had some
pink sh<»es and I wore them ami wore
them for years ami years, until they
were* very old. and then I gave then*
to tny little cousin. I’ve had lots and
lots of pairs of shoes. Dozens and hun
dreds. I like new shoes better than old
ones, don’t you?”
“I don’t know that I do,” said the
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Faust Macaroni is made from
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grown-up neighbor with a reminiscent
twinge. “Sometimes they hurt.”
“Old shoes hurt me,” said the small
neighbor. “They hurt me just awful.
Once I had a pair of shoes that got so
obi they hurt me so that I tried. They
had holes in them. These I have on
don’t hurt me a bit. only the tup but
ton hurts me just a little. . I wish you
would unfasten it for me.”
As the grown-up neighbor leanetl over
to unfasten the offending button she
nuddenly gave an exclamation express
ive of excitement.
"Why—Why,” she sai<l. “I wonder—
now, 1 do believe—really. I do believe
those shoes you have on are new ones.”
The small neighbor gave a little satis,
fled sigh. Then she jumped down from
her chair and ran and put her arms
around her friend’s neck.
“Yes. they are new.” she admitted,
’ but 1 thought you never in the world
would see them. You’re awfully nice
and I like you ven’ much, but it seems
to me you’re a terribly per
son to-day. I was afraid you Weren’t
going to notice them at all and that
I’d have to tell you myself.”
Up-to-Date Jokes
T"')ll> you ever know ans one so
plain ?’’
"Hardly! Why. she I* so plain tint
motor ear gogirleM are actually be
coming to her!’’
I’lara— I've been to the theater
every night this week, and had a dif
ferent escort each time.
Fred You should be mote cau
tious, Miss Clara.
Clara —Cautious?
Fred Yes: or ill-natured i>eo|>le
will he saying that you can't get the
same man to go with you t«lc< .
First Tramp—Strange how few of
our youthful dreams come true.
Beeond Tramp—Oh. 1 don't know. I
remember how I once yearned io
wear long trousers. Now I guess I
wear them longer than almost any
body in the country.
"Pluck, pluck, pluck, first, *ecou 1
and thirdly, my hoy. Is the so r. t of
success," said Mr. Magnate, million
aire.
"Ah!" sighed the pale, overworked
clerk "1 guess ao; but I wish you'l
tell me your method of plucking.’’
"Good-morning, Uncle Charles. Did
.OU sleep well? I'm afraid your bed
was rather hard and uneven, bu;—"
"Oh. It was all l ight, thank ym.
I got up now and then during the
night and rested a bit, you know."
Wife (with suffragist leanings)
I’ntll women get the vote it Js in,-,
possible for them to get justice in the
courts.
Husband—True. they get mo e
mercy than justice.
Chollie The Idea of a man send t g
a business letter ulth a P. S.!
<'happie—lkoosld bad form, su •Uy.
• 'hoiiie—But that Isn't the worst of
it. In this ease it means "Please
settle.” ,
Missionary—ls you are about to kill
me. let me sing a hymn.
Cannibal —No, sir. No music with
meals in this place.
Cheaper than butter
Better than lard
■
Cottolene is better than
butter or lard for frying be
cause it can be heated about
100 degrees higher without
burning or smoking. This
extreme heat instantly
cooks the outer surface, and
forms a crust which pre
vents the absorption of fat.
Fry fish with Cpttolene
and it will never be greasy,
but crisp and appetizing
enough to make your mouth
water.
Cottolene is more eco
nomical than lard; costs no
more, and goes one-third
farther than either butter
or lard. You are not prac
ticing econo- , l
my if you are
not us i n \
Cottolene
your kitchen lynWw
Cottolene s neve l« J
sold b u k—a I ■
a, s • t gn t ' W
t n pa i s a n•c n
r re t - c * r>n v
d . rt. dust arj pW
ojo always
p«nd«ble.
THE N K FAIRBANK CO