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/ /_ This Is the Opening Installment oi the New Serial---Read It! A RAMBLE WITH EULOGIA \ \ i i ■>.*«•* By Gertrude Atherton PART i. D ONA POMPOSA <rosse<1 her hand* on her stomach and twirled her thumbs. A red spot was In each coffee-colored cheek, and the mole In her scanty eyebrow Jerked ominously. Her lips were set in a taut line, and her angry-lit eye* were fixed upon a Kiri who sat by the window strumming a guitar, her chin raised with an air of placid indifference. "Thou wilt stop this nonsense and cast no more glances at Juan Turner.’" demanded Dona Pomposa. "Thou little brat’ r>ost thou think that I am wont to let my daughter marry before she t*n hem? Thank God, we have more *nse than our mothers. No child of mine shall marry at fifteen Now listen —thou shalt be locked Ir. a dark room if I am kept awake again by that hobo serenading ai my window. 1 am worn out. Three nights have 1 been awak ened by that tw-a-n-g, tw-a-n-g "You need not be afraid," said her daughter, digging her little heel into the floor. "I shall not fall in love. 1 have no faith in men." Her mother laughed outright in spite of her anger Had Read Dumas’ Novels. "Indeed, my Eulogia! Thou are very wise. And why, pray, has thou no faith In men?” Eulogia tossed the soft, black braid from her shouledrs and fixed her keen, roguish eyes on the old lady's fare. "Because 1 have read all the novels of the Senor Dumas, and 1 well know all those men he makes And they never apeak the truth to women; al ways they are selfish and think of only their own pleasure. The women suffer, but they do not care; they do not love the women only themselves So 1 am not going to be fooled by the men. I shall have a good time, but 1 shall think of myself, not of the men." Her mother gazed nt her in speech less amazement. She had never read a book In her life, and had not thought of locking from her daughter the. few volumes her dead husband 1 had collected. Then she gasped with consternation. "A fine woman thou wilt make of thyself, with such ideas a nice wife and mother, when the time comes! What does Padre Florges say to that, I should like to know? It is very £U*ange that he lets you read those toooks " "I never told him,” said Eulogia, in differently "What!" screamed her mother "Thou never told at confession?" "No, I never did It was none of his business what I read. Heading is no sin. I confessed all." Dona Pomposa rushed at Eulogia with uplifted hands; but her nimble daughter dived under her arms with a provoking laugh and ran out of the room Town Was Still Awake That night Eulogia pushed aride the white curtain of her window and look ed out The beautiful bare hills and circling San Lula were black in the afi'cety night, but the moon made the ttjnrn light as day The owls were booting on the roof of the mission; iftlogia could see them flap their wings. A few Indians were still mov ing along the dark huts outside the walls, and within the Padre walked aiming Ids olive trees Beyond the vxjftfils the town was still awake. Once a I horseman dashed down the street, ahd Eulogia wondered If murder had been done in the mountains; the ban dits were thick in their fastnesses. Bbe did wish she could see one. Then ufce glanced eagerly down the road be- fcl&nth her window. In spite of the wis dom she accepted from the French romanticist her fancy was just a little touched by Juan Tornel. Ills black, fjas’ irg eyes looked so tender; he rode ao beautifully! She twitched the cur tains Into place and ran across the room, her feet pattering upon the bare floor She jumped into her little iron bed »nd drew the dainty sheets to her throat. A ladder was leaned heavily against the side of the house f r Hbo heard an agile form ascend and gect itself on the deep window sill. |jftien the guitar vibrated under the torch of master fingers and a rich. 4tf»oet tenor sang to her. ■ftf.-iiogia lay as quiet as a mouse in the daytime, not daring to applaud, lapping fatigue had sent her mother to bed Her lover tuned his guitar and began another song, hut she did not hear It; she was listening to footfalls In the garret above With a present- jvA&x cf what was to happen, she sprang out of bed with a warning cry, but she was too late There was a splash and a rattle on the window seat, a smoth ered curse, a quick descent, a tri umphant laugh from above. Eulogia fall in love with me. I shall have a good time. That is enough." The paore smiled; he was used to her. “Men Shall Love Me." "Thou little wise one. He collected himself suddenly. "But thou art. right to build thy hopes of happiness on the next world alone." Then he continued, as if he had merely broken the con versation to say the Angelus: "And ihou art sure that thou wilt be the la favorita? Truly, thou hast confidence in thyself- an inexperienced chit who has not half the beauty of many other girls." "Perhaps not; but the men shall love me better, all the same. Beauty is not everything, my father. I have a greater attraction than soft eyes and-a pretty mouth." "Indeed! Thou baby! Why, thou art no bigger than a well-grown child, and thy mouth was made for a woman twice thy size. Where dost thou keep that extraordinary charm?" Not but what he knew, for he liked her better than any girl in the town. As the night was warm the younger people danced through the low windows onto the wide corridor; and if eyes relaxed their vigilance stepped off to the grass and wandered among the trees. The brown old woman in dark silk sat against the wall as dowagers do to-day. Most of the girls wore bright red or yollow gowns, although softer tints blossomed here and there. Silky black hair was braided close to the neck, the coiffure finished with a fringe of chenille. As they whirled in the dance their full bright gowns loowed like an agitated flower hed suddenly possessed by a wandering tribe of goddesses. Eulogia came rather late. In the last moment her mother had wavered In her part of the contract, and not until Plulogia had sworn by every saint in the calendar that she would not leave, the sala. even though she stifled, had Dona Pomposa reluctantly consented to take her Eulogia’s perfect little figure was clad in a prim white silk gown, but her cold brilliant eyes were like jewels, j her large mouth w’as red as the cactus patches on the hills, a flame burned In i Well, my daughter, have I not won the battle?” said a voice behind her, and Eulogia sat down on the window seat and swung her feet with silent wrath. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. BOTH RUDE AND CARELESS. D ear miss Fairfax: Is a young girl keeping company with a young man justi fied in feeling offended when the young man making an appoint m.ent to meet her on the way home from business does not keep this engagement, this having happened twice? The excuse given by the young man for not keeping the appointment was. "he had forgotten all about the Ap pointment.'’ ANXIOUS. She most certainly is Justified in being offended, and if 1 were she 1 would never make another engage ment with him. He has treated her in a way that is both rude and careless. WITH HER PARENTS’ CONSENT. D ear miss Fairfax. I am a young man IS years of age. During business hours I am forced to answer the telephone very often. I have struck up an acquaintance with a young lady over the phone, and have asked her to go out with me. but she re fuses' to go. Do you think it would be proper for me to ask the young lady again, and would it he proper for her to accept the invi tation? G- H. She is quite right in refusing to go to the theater with a mere telephone acquaintance. If you call at her house and meet her parents, and they sanc tion'the acquaintance, it will be all right for her to accept your invitation. Ask her if you may call on her. TROUBLED OVER NOTHING. D ear miss Fairfax: I am 28 and have been keeping steady company for one year with a girl of 18. We are about to be engaged. Do you think it improper to be married to a girl ten years younger than yourself? To be engaged, what is the proper way do it, and must it be announced? Also is it nec essary to present her with an en gagement. ring? E. F. S. She is not too young for you. Ask her to marry you, and if she accepts, either cheek. _ , . . In a moment she was surrounded by >' ou are fcn « a « ed - If her parents know, the young men who had been waiting further announcement is immaterial, for her. It might be true that twenty though it is a safeguard against mis- girls in the room were more beautiful understanding if all your friends Do You M/ant White Skin ? I DLE wishing changed an never yet ugly com - plexlon. Do something Find the remedy. 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Dona Pomposa wore a rather short nightgown and her feet were encased’ in a pair of her husband's old boots Her hair was twisted under a red silk kerchief, and again she crossed her hands on her stomach, but the thumbs held the cfndle Eulogia giggled sud denly. "What dost thou laugh at. senorita? At the \fty T have served thy lover? Dost th.*T> think he will come again soon ?" No, mamma; you have proved the famous hospitality of the Californians ifie Americans are always talking about. You need have no more envy of the magnificence of Lob Quevos." "Oh. thou canst make sharp speeches, thou impertinent little brat, but Juan Tornel will serendao under thy win dow no more! Go to thy bed! Dlosl but the ashes must look well on his pretty mustachio. Go to thy bed; I will put thee on hoard In a convent to morrow." Then she shuffled out of the room, her ample figure swinging from side to side like a huge pendulum. The next day Eulogfa was sitting on her window seat, her chin resting on her knees, the volume of Dumas beside her, when the door was cautiously opened and her Aunt Anastacia enter ed the room. Aunt Anastacia was very large. In fact, she nearly filled the doorway. She also disdained whale bones and walked with n slight roll. Her ankles hung over ^ter feet, and her red cheeks and chin were covered with a short black gown. Her hair was twisted. Into a tight knot and protected by a thick net, and she wore a loose gown of brown calico, patterned with large red roses. But good nature beam ed all over her indefinite features, ller little brown eyes dwelt adoringly upon little Eulogia. who gave her an absent smile. "Poor little one!" she said in her In dulgent and contralto voice. "But It was cruel in my sister to throw ashes on thy lover. Not but what thou art too young for lovers, my darling, al though I had one at twelve But times have changed. My little one. I have a note for thee Thy mother is out, and he has gone away, so there can be no harm in reading it" "Give It xo me at once!" and Eulogia dived into her aunt’s pocket and found the note Shrugged Her Shoulders. 'Beautiful • and Idolized Eulogia— Adios! Adlos! I came a stranger to thy town. I fell blinded at thy feet. I fly forever from the scornful laughter of thine eyes. Aye. Eulogia, how couldst thou? But no! I will not believe it was thee. The dimples that play in thy cheeks, the sparks that fly in thine eyes God of my life! I cannot believe that they come from a malicious soul No, enchanting Eulogia! consolation of my soul! it was thy mother who cruelly humiliated me, who drives me from thy town lest 1 be mocked In the streets. Aye, Eulogia! Aye, miseri- cordia! Adios! Adios!" Eulogia shrugged her shoulders "Well, my mother is satisfied perhaps. She has driven him away. At least I shall not have to go to the convent." "Thou are so sold, my little noe.' said Aunt Anastacia. disapprovingly "Thou are but fifteen years, and yet thou throwest aside a lover as if he were an old rebosa Mother of G«k1! In yo|g place 1 should have wept and beat the air. But, perhaps, that 19 the reanuu, ihft joung jjieu, tire xvlld lor thee. Not but what 1 had many lov ers " It. is too had thou didst not marry one,” Interrupted Eulogia maliciously. Perhaps thou wouldst" and she pick ed up her book "if thou hadst road the Benor Dumas "Thou heartless little baby!" cried her indignant aunt. "When I love thee so, and bring thy notes at the risk of my life; for thou knowest that* thy mother would pull the hair from my head. Thou little brat! To suj f could not marry, when I had twenty Eulogia Jumped up and pecked her on the chin like a bird. "Twenty-five, my old mountain! 1 only joked with thee. Thou didst not marry because thou hadst more sense than to trot about after a man. is it not so. my old sack of flour? I w'as but angy because 1 thought thou hadst helped my mother last night." "Never! I was sound asleep " "I know. 1 know! Now trot away I hear my mother coming,” and Aunt Anastacia obediently left her niece to the more congenial company of Senor Dumas. than she. but she had a quiet manner more effective than animation, a vigor- - ous magnetism of which she was fully with fruit trees and silver with olive . . A . aware, and a cool coquetry which gaoves On the white church ami long - . . , . ,, piqued and fired the young men. who wing lay the red tile, beyond the wall . . . , , . .. , were used to more sentimental flirta- the dull earth huts of the Indians. tions Then the straggling town, with its j white adobe houses crouching on the "I Am Not a Man." Fhe danced as airy as a (lower on Eulogia was sixteen. A year had | the wim}( b ut w i,h untiring vitality, passed since .luan Torr-I had sere- j -Senorita." said Don Carmelo Bena. na.led beneath her window, and. if the | “Thou takest my breath away. Dost thou never weary?" Green With Fruit Trees. HE hills of San Luis Obispo shot upward like the sloping sides of a well, so round was the town, let patches lay in the slopes—the wide blossoms of the low cacti. The garden of the mission was green truth had been told, she had almost for j gotten him. Many a glance had she shot over her prayer book in the mis- j si'iii church; many a pair of e>es. , dream.N and fiery, had responded. But ahe had spoken with no man. After a tempestuous secene with her mother, during which Aunt Anastacia had wept j profusely, a compromise had been I "Never. I am not a man." "Ay, senorita. thou meanest" "That women were made to make the world go round, and men to play the guitar." "Ah, I can play the guitar. I will serenade thee to-morrow night." "Thou wilt get a shower of ashes for made Eulogia had agreed to have no j pains. Better stay at home and nmre flirtations until she was sixteen. 1 prepare thy soul with three card hut at that age she should go to balls I monte•’ Does to an«l have as many lovers as sH* pleased. She walked through the olive groves with T’adre Moraga on the morning of her sixteenth birthday. The new padre and she were the best of friaads. "Well," said the good old push ing the long white hair from his dark face—it fell forward whenever he stooped—"well, my little one, thou goest j thy”step stilts mine, to thy first ball to-ntght. Art thou i "Ay, senorita mla! Thou canst put ha hPy"" I honey on fhv tongue. Light of my life, "Happy? There is no such thing as senorita—I fling my heart at thy feet.” happiness, my father. I small dance and llirt. and make all the Joung men To Be Continued To-morrow. "Aye, senorita. thou are cruel no man please thee?" "Men please me. How tiresome ; dance with a woman!" "And that is all thou hast for us? 1 For us who would die for thee?" "In a barrel of aguadiente? I prefer thee to dance with. To tell the truth The Spinster By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copyright, 1013, by Star Company. ERE are the orchard trees all large with fruit; And yonder fields are golden with young grain. In little' journeys, bratichtvard from the nest, A mother bird, with swtvi insistent cries. Urges her young to use their untried wings. A purring Tabby, stretched upon the sward. Shuts and expands her velvet paws in joy, While sturdy kittens nuzzle at her breast. O mighty Maker of the Universe, Am I not part and parcel*of Thy world. And one with Nature? Wherefore, then, in me Must this great reproductive impulse lie Hidden, ashamed, unnourished and denied. Until it starves to slow and tortuous death? 1 know the hope of Springtime; like the tree Now ripe with fruit, I budded, and then bloomed; We laughed together, through the young May moms; We dreamed together, through the Summer moons; Till all Thy purposes within the tree Were to fruition brought Lord, Thou hast heard The Woman In me crying for the Man: The Mother in me crying for the Child; And made no answer. Am I less to Thee Than lower forms of Nature, or in truth Dost Thou hold Somewhere in another Realm Full compensation and large recompense For lonely virtue forced by Fate to live A lift ut.natural, in a natural world? II. 'PHOT’ who hast made for such sure purposes * The mightiest and the meanest thing that is— Planned out th e lives of insects in the air With &pe precision and consummate care, Tlioi/ 'ho hast taught the bees the secret power of ca.rying on love's laws ’twixt flower and flower, Why didst Thou shape this mortal frame of mine, If Heavenly joys alone were Thy design? Wherefor the wonder of my woman's breast, By lips of lover and of babe unpressed, If spirit children only shall reply Uifto my ever urgent mother cry? Why should the rose be guided to its own. And my love-craving heart beat on alone? w m. V T ET do I understand; for Thou hast made 1 Something more subtle than this heart of me; A finer part of me To be obeyed. Albeit I am sister to the earth. This nature self is not the whole of me; The deathless soul of me Has nobler birth. The primal woman hungers for the man; My better self demands the mate of me; The spirit fate of me, Part of Thy plan. Nature Is instinct with the mother-need; So Is my heart; but. ah, the child of me Should, undeflled of me. Spring from love's seed. And If in barren chastity I must Know' but in dreams that perfect choice of me, Still with the voice of me Proclaim God just. T HERE seems to be one univer sal and unanimous answer to 4lie question of "What makes life really worth the living?” No matter to whom you put it. if he or she has lived-—and in the living joyed and suffered the one answer that is given is "Children." And. after all. the little tykes do make this old world of ours worth living in. They may be a tribulation—they may dren will not have to deal with them, change in the atmosphere at once, and a saorifiee- w ho answers to the name of father or J mother, who are really human men ! and women, who do not prefer chil dren to all forms of wealth and all shades of glor> We see the king on his throne tr> j ng to make things easy and settle I The man who is money mad most times piles up his hoards of golden coins for the children who come after hint The parent who lives In the hovel sees better times coming for his children, and is content to put up with his hard lot. knowing that he w ill live again in their enjoyment and in their ease. The society lady knows the vapid- trial and | ness of her life and feels that she has be a care } not lived in vain and been a drone but where is the one j in the hive if she gives forth to the world children. The poor washer woman works and denies herself to keep her family of tots together and give them advantages that she had not till limes in a c^»v ded car my little lady comes in ana perches primly on problems, a* Hum, lu* dui- Uiu ails* KtiSO -4* FSU ..x. and humans who were glowering at each other smile and laugh to see the little one ape her grown-up sisters. The nifty little kid you meet on the way, who looks up at you with friendly eyes, clear and unafraid, stirs your heart more than all dreams and visions of money and success. The little tatterdemalion you meet makes you want to change conditions so that all children can be taken away from the city and gtvyn the joys of the country' and a taste of childhood close to nature. And the baby, who plays with its little pink toes, and is all unconscious of your presence, is of more interest than the speculations and theories of the philosophers who have filled the libraries with their thoughts from Beautu Secrets: HAIR PULLING MAKES IT GROW QUICKLY” and most bewitching style. Every* one is in love with short hair, and con siders a woman with curly locks, snip ped off at the nape of the neck, muen more attractive than her sister of Sutherland descent. "T shall never keep my hair very long any more, because T know tn* delights of short, healthy, clean $4.75 know it. By all means, give her an engagerrlfnt ring. NO SERIOUS OFFENSE. TXEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am 16 years of age. Last week I was invited to a party to which 1 was requested to bring a young man I Invited a young man whom I know to be very re spectable and polite, but I had known him a very little time. and. at that, only to talk to. Now. what I want to know Is if it was right to invite him. ANXIOUS. Von have been introduced and you knew' him to be honorable. Under the circumstances, you did no great wrong. The mistake, if there was any, lies in the custom of asking a girl of 16 to hunt up a boy escort. TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND. p\EAR MISS FAIRFAX: I would like to establish a home. I have no woman ac- qmyntancp. Can you give me any help or direction toward the at tainment of my desire either through social or direct introduc tion? H. G. M. Tell the best friend you have among the men. If he is married, he will tell his wife, and every woman Is. at the bottom of her heart, a born matchmaker. She will see that you meet other women and have a choice. YOU MUST DO NOTHING. TAEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am eighteen and am deeply in love with a young man who often invites me up to the show. He is an usher. What could I do to gain his love, or show him that I love him? HEART-BROKEN. You are too young to be involved in any sentiment as serious as lov ing. Make no attempts to win his love, and teach yourself to know that I yon do not love him. EXPLAIN rXEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am a young lady of eighteen. Some time ago a young man ask ed the pleasure of my company to a show. I refused it; later he asked me again, but I told him I did not care to go to the place, but changed my mind and went by myself. I met him as I was entering He did not say any thing. Since then he has spoken to me, but has never asked for my company. Lately I have come to like him very much. DOT. Explain it by saying you changd your mind, but do not take it to heart if he never asks you again. Your actions showed you did not care for his company and that is what rankles. SHE WAS WRONG. ■T)EAR MISS FAIRFAX: I took a lady friend of mine to an evening dance, and at 11:30 o’clock I asked her to come home, and she begged me to wait until she had just one more dance. See ing that she enjoyed it, I consent ed, but it was to be the last, as we had about two hours' travel for home. After she got through with this dance she wanted to wait for the next one, and I re fused to give my consent. With this she claimed I offended her. MARK. She did not keep faith W'ith you, but her offense is not serious. If you took her to the dance for her pleas ure, and that is always assumed, you should be glad to stay as long as she chooses, reserving to yourself the decision not to take her again if she chooses to stay too late. Two Portraits of Miss Josephine Brown. By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. M ISS JOSEPHINE BROWN, the pretty actress, stood before the mirror and clutched her short curly mane with both hands. Then she gave a yank as if she were deter mined to pull all her pretty reddish hair out by the roots. "Don t look so worried." she said to me. ‘Tm not mad at myself. This is the latest Paris method of growing hair in a hurry. "Yes, I cut it off because I had ta be in style. And to be in style in Paris to-day means that you must look as if you had short hair. Most of the really smart women are really cutting theirs off altogether. "Leon Baker, who did the costume designing for the Russian ballet and for all the Oriental plays, has set the rage for short-haired coiffures, and short hair is absolutely THE THING now* In Paris. To be chic you must wear your hair very flat on the head and bound around with a silk sash of Oriental material, from under which a few short curls are allowed to escape. "There must be no wad of hair to spoil the contour of the head. The head must look very boyish, indeed, and those women who have cut all their long hair off attain the true Bakst effect," the pretty young actress continued. "I want to have long hair for sev eral reasons. First. I am in America again, and America has not accepted the short-haired woman. 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