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ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN
Balm for Aching Hearts
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
TRY THE SAME THING.
T"\EAH MISS FAIRFAX:
J-' I have been keeping company
with a young man for two or
three v*ar». He writes to me oc-
gion&lly. and sometimes he does
not write for three weeks Should
I wait the same length of time
before answering his letters or
should I answer in a few days?
1 love thin young man and do
net wish to let him know it by
answering too soon.
BROWN EYES.
Never answer his letters sooner
than he replies to yours, and I think
it would be a good plan if you ooca-
dVon&IIy wait longer
HI6 WIFE.
D EAR MISS FAIRFAX
^ In a conversation with a mar
ried lady the following question
arose: If his mother and his wife
were drowning and it was ImpOttl-
ble to Have both, which should he
save? In other words, to whom does
he owe most?
PROSPECTIVE BRIDEGROOM.
He owes his life to his mother, but
when he married he vowed to dtnc
to the woman who became his wife
"above all othere."
HE SHOULD PROPOSE.
T”) EAR MIJJS FAIRFAX.
Should a gentleman have an
engagement ring when he proposes
to a young lady, or is It proper to
give her a ring after she has accept
ed him?
Would It he considered proper for
a young man, making $80 per month,
to propose marriage to a young lady,
asking her to wait until he is mak
ing $100, as he considers that the
proper amount to marry on, living
In a city**
The young lady In question com op
from a moderately wealthy family,
bnt hasn’t an extravagant disposi
tion. The young man feels that It
would he unwise to put off propos
ing, as she has no definite knowl
edge of his Intentions, although she
may suspect them. ANXIOUS.
He should propose first, of course.
To he ready with the engagement ring
takes too much for granted.
It Is proper for him to propose, of
course, stating frankly his income and
future prospects. The rest should be
left to her decision.
ACCEPT NO MAN
F)EAR MISS FAIRFAX
I am fifteen and deeply irfloVe
with two young men, one five
years my senior and the other
seven years my senior. Both
think there Is nothing like me
There was a young man from an
other place who came to see mu
some time ago. He proposed to
met but I didn’t accept, as mother
likes the Hber ones a little bet
ter. I don’t know whether to
accept or not, as 1 do not love
him very much and would like
yon to give me aorhe advice.
BELLE.
A girt of fifteen is too young to be
courted. 1 am aurpriscKi that your
mother permits it. You must re
fuse ail three, and permit yourself to
he a care-free girl St least five years
longer
NOTHING WHATEVER
HIJAR MISS FAIRFAX
I am deeply in love with a gjrl
one year my Junior. She is 22
She loves me, I know, but she
Insists oti flirting with a young
man In the name town. Do you
think me right In objecting?
Would you quit going with her?
What do you think she means?
CODE M
She in not engaged to you, and has
given you no aort of promise That
leave* yon without the right to ob
ject.
I am sure she mean* nothing what-
ever by her flirtations except to
gratify a girl's Idea of what con
stitute* a good time
SHE IS NOT SINCERE
F)EAB MISS FAIRFAX:
""bat I* your opinion of a girl
who shows her love letters to all
her friends? Would yon continue
correspondence with her? A. B
The girl is not in love or she
wouldn’t do it. Discontinue writ
ing. and tel) her the reason It will
do her good to know that such conduct
Is disloyal.
WHERE SHOPPING COMES EASY By Beatrice Fairfax
* A Bachelor’s Dia
ry *
By MAX
M ARCH 28.—"You telegraphed
you were taking a different
route,” I managed to stammer
into the phone after I had recovered
from my surprise In hearing the wid
ow's voice.
"But I found at the last moment,”
ahf said with a laugh, "that I couldn’t,
®o here \ am, all alone, and I will be
here two hours. Did you say you
"would come right down to the sta
tion?”
Would I come? T had called to
Tompkins to bring my hat and coat |
before I had hung up the receiver, and j
was out the door in a rush, feeling ,
like a boy who finds himself alone In j
the house and the preserve closet un
locked.
Ran to Catch a Car.
1 rushed down the front steps,
reached the gate in a bound, and ran
to the corner to catch a car.
It seemed unusually long in coin
ing, but at last I caught the glow of
the headlight away down the line.
I was so absorbed in my thoughts I |
cHd not notice that a big limousine j
fca.ti Mopped close beside me, or that a j
man had alighted, until he grasped me
by the arm.
It v as Jack Spencer.
"Just getting home.” he explained,
"and v • were turning in the drive
win ’i my wife caught sight of you.”
"Max ” she called from the car,
"come here and explain where you 1
are f.ofng.”
I had only one thought as I walked j
to the door of the machine, and that
was a regret that I had never learned j
how to lie glibly. 1 never tell a lie.
I am not posing as a good man, but I I
have found that a lie carries so many
complications In its trail it is easier
to tell the truth and be done with It.
No doubt I told many when I was
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youn««r, but of lata wars mv memory
isn’t arood enough.
"I—well, the truth i»—" ] stam
mered
“The truth is," she said with a
laugh, “you were going to meet the
widow. Well, get In. Come, Jack," to
her husband, "we will also go to mee*
the widow.”
There was a hurried direction given
the chauffeur and we were off for the
station.
I do not recall my sensations on
that ride T was disappointed, re
lieved, glad, sorry, chagrined, trium
phant—one sensation succeeding the
other In such rapid confusion lhat 1
never knew which predominated.
Mrs. Spencer was talking, but we
were nearing the station before I
realized what she was saying. Then
I heard only here and there a sen
tence,for my mind was leaping forward
10 the meeting with the widow. Would
she be disappointed when she saw'
that I was attended by my friends? I
had told her once l thought her so
charming I should never enter her
presence unless guarded bv policemen
instructed to drag mo away if I let
her charms overcome me. Would she
think these two friends my officially
appointed blueooats?
Would she give tnc that taunting
little smile w hich said, "You’re afraid,
you're afraid?”
Of only one thing I was sure, and
that was that her manner of greeting
my friends would conceal so much it
would be perfect. The widow, I
thought, not without some pride in
her, would be a match for Mrs. Spen
cer, and that is saying a good deal.
"You haven't heard a word I have
said. Max." said Mrs. Spencer, half
amused and half provoked.
I Insisted that I had.
’Well,” she replied, "she is coming
next week.”
"Who is coming next week?" I
asked, not that I was at all Inter
ested.
"There." she said. "I knew you
hadn’t heard what I said. Well, just
for that, I won't tell you again I’ll
tell you just this much, and that ie
she thinks you are still in the South
or she would not come."
The widow, 1 was thinking, would
probably be dressed In brown She
looked particularly handsome In that
color, and wore it a great deal -per
haps a brown traveling suit, with a
brown hat with a feather just the
color of her eyes.
"She particularly said." Mrs. Spen
cer resumed, "she did not want to see
you. She can’t forget. She is one
woman, Max, who isn’t interested in
your money."
It was too late to take the widow
out to dinner, perhaps we could go to
some private little dining room in a
nearby hotel and have a little lunch
and something to drink. I was glad I
was thinking, that Mrs. Jack had on
an evening gown Mrs. Jack always
i looked handsome, but I had a special
desire that she Impress the widow this
j evening. I didn't want the widow, who
was always perfectly attired, lo ge:
| any notion that my friends were
! frumps.
My thoughts ran so Intently <jn the
meeting of these two women that I
paid little heed to what Mrs. Spencer
was saying, and bad not learned, when
we reached the station and w'ere
pushing our way through the crowds,
who that most unusual woman was
who was not interested in my money.
There flashed through my mind the
story of the farmer who saw his first
1 camel, and who said, “There hain’t no
such thing.” *
We had reeched the door of the la-
| dies' waiting room, my hand in Mrs.
I Spencer's arm, and I was smiling at
the appropriateness of the story, when
we turned a corner, and stood lace to
face with the very handsomest woman
11 had ever seen—the widow!
THE MANICURE LADY
She Goes to the Circus
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
SEE tlrai President Wilson went
[ to the opening game at Washing-
^ ton, between the Yankees and
tlie Washington team." said the Head
Barber "I suppose he thinks that he
ought to imitate Taft that much, after
showing him up so last election. The
papers had a whole lot about him,
how he pulled his brown Fedora down
over his eyes and watched the game
like a hawk from beginning to end. I
suppose he was picking out the ball
players that makes over $5,000 a year,
so he could put the bee on them for
that income tax of his."
"It must he just grand to be a
President, and go out to the ball game
in an auto and sit in a box where
everbody can get a slant at you,”
saad the Manicure Lady. "Goodness
knows, George, if you and me was to
go to a ball game they wouldn’t notice
what I was wearing and they wouldn’t
know whether you had on a brown
Fedora or a hold over.
Speaking About Ball O&mea.
"But speaking about ball games and
other forms of amusement," continued
the Manicure Lady, “me and sister
May me and Wilfred all went last
night to see the circus that used to be
gave by Mister Barnum and Mister
Bailey They aint with the show any
more, because it is long after their
time. but it was simply grand,
George.
“A friend of Wilfred « gave us some
swell seats and there we sal, thinking
about the days when we were little
kids when there was only one ring
inside the big tent and two clowns
Instead of twenty.
"They had some wonderful features,
though, even If it wasn’t the same as
in the old days. If you haven’t been
to see it. George, it would pay you to
go just to see all them freaks they
have.
"Honest to goodness, I never knew
there was so many freaks In the
world, outside of the ones that blows
in here sometimes to have their nails
did. Wilfred was saying that he
didn’t care, after looking at them,
whether he had a job or not. He said
that it was enough to make a man
thankful to know that he had his
health and a fine personality.
“The poor boy has always thought
that he had a fine personality over
tsnCe one of them palmlHts told him
that he wan cut out to be a travel-
ing man for a big concern."
"How was Wilfred’s conduct?" asked
the Head Barber. "You know v „ u
were telling me that he was hitting
it up pretty hard after getting hj s
last bunch of poems back from the
magazine editor.”
"He wasn't exactly right," admitted
the Manicure Lady. "When .Mr Feb
lows came up and sat in our box to
visit for a little while, me and sister
Mayme was kind of hoping he would
stay, because he seemed like a nice
kind of a gent I know he would have
stayed, only Wilfred began spouting
some poetry that he was making up as
he went along.
“The poor boy can’t write nothing
good if It takes him all night, so you
can Imagine the kind of Junk he would
make up ae he went along. This t 8
about how the stuff sounded that h«
wae handing out to Mr. Fellows:
" ’The circuses of ancient Rome
Were not go grand as this;
I’m glad I came all the way from Homs
To enjoy this night of bliss.
My breast with gratitude does swell
Just like a blacksmith's bellows
I thank you more than I can tell
For this here show, Mr. Fellows—
"I suppose Fellows left the box if tar
that,” said the Head Barber.
Most Take the Fledge.
"He had a right to, and he had a
right to ask us to leave, too, because
I gueas he must have seen by that time
that dearest brother was feeling his oats
and you can bet, George, that I ain't
never going to a clrcufc or anything else
with Wilfred until he takes the pledge.
Why, he even jumped into the ring In
the middle of the show and tried to
throw one of them Iceland wrestlers.
He got thrown out on his ear, first by
the wrestler and then by the usher, and
met me and Mayme outside after the
show.”
"It’® to bad you didn’t have your fa
ther along,” suggested the Head Bar
ber.
"Not by any means," said the Mani
cure Lady. “That would only have
added to the horrors of the occasion.’
THE CRY OF YOUTH
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
HOW MUCH EASIER IT IS TO CHOOSE A HUSBAND."
T HR customer is weary. That tl^e
salesgirl Is also weary is some
thing beyond her comprehension.
The customer is also impatient, but the
salesgirl is not Patience for her has a
pecuniary value, and its equivalent is
bread and butter
Gown after gown has been taken from
the racks and draped on the dummy
models, and tied on those of flesh and
blood. Bolt upon bolt of goods has been
taken from the shelves and spread out
In a way to give life and color to every
thread
At laRt, wearied by the multiplicity
of choice and her °wn indecision, the
customer sinks into a chair. The sales
girl, who has never been tired by multi
plicity of choice, and knows not the
luxury of Indecision, remains standing.
“How much easier," says the cus
tomer, “it is to choose a husband!"
For she knew, as every woman knows,
that that is where shopping comes
ea®v.
That is a stock line.
There is no bewildering variety of
color, style or texture, no changing
of fashions with confusing rapidity; no
vexing doubt If the purchase will prove
becoming, and, alas for feminine folly,
no question if the purchase will stand
the test of wear and time!
Wearing rose-colored glasses that bide
all imperfections of wool and color, a
girl enters this shop while very young,
and proceed*? to make a selection. She
has so little judgment that her mother
wouldn’t trust her with the purchase
of a muslin dress that is to last one
season, yet she permits her to enter
alone and unguided a shop where she
will make a purchase that must last
a lifetime.
When she returns home with a new
gown her mother examines it for im
perfections, noting quickly if it is worth
the price, and if not, the girl must take
it back.
But If the girl shops for a husband,
that is of so little importance she shops
unattended And when sho makes a
poor selection her family meekly abides
by her bargain.
Her mother is often a poor guide in
the matrimonial market, and her father
shirks the task, regarding his business
affairs as of more importance.
"That is your province,” he says to
his wife, and she hides weakly behind
that sentiment called "mother love.”
and which is manifested In lettiqg
daughter have a dynamite bomb to play
with if that is daughter’s choice.
"She loves him,” she will say when
daughter brings home her matrimonial
purchase, "and we must let daughter
have what she wants.”
And daughter has it, and time has
a way of its own in working on those
who buy matrimonially that is unlike
the way it marks off the days and
months and years on those who make
less vital purchases.
The gown shrinks In the wash and
fades, and breaks Into holes and is dis
carded.
In the matrimonial shop it is not
the purchase that show’s the marks of
wear and time; it is the one who buys.
The husband may look just as dap
per as the day he was taken from the
counter, but the poor little customer
who carried him off is faded and worn,
and begins to look like a last year’s
gown that was a bad bargain to begin
with, and that proved worse with very
day’s wear.
She looks spiritually and mentally out
at elbows and down at heels, and the
brightness of youthful coloring that once
made her a joy has become premature
ly faded. She purchased on the Im
pulse. She must weal* to the day of her
death! She must carry to -he end of
time a burden on her heart that was
never at the beginning any more than a
moth-eaten sentiment.
“How* much easier." says the im
patient customer, surrounded by silks
and wools and muslins, "it ip to choose
a husband.”
And this choosing of a husband is
something which mothers and fathers
and all guardians of the young must
make more of a responsibility—and less
of a whim or caprice.
NXIOUS" writes: "I am a |
girl of eighteen years, and as
yet have had no admirer®
among the boys. I am anxious to
have some boy care for n»« and take
me about. There are a great many
affairs I miss- on this account.”
"Anxious” evidently did not read a
letter from one of my girls a week
ago. In which she ®aid:
“I find so much anxiety in loving,
so much depression, so much fear,
that many, many times I wish I had
never grown up and were away back
there playing with my dolls. They,
at least, never caused any heart
aches.”
Here is a little miss of eighteen
who wants the heart aches to begin.
Free to do as she pleases, with no
tyrannical lover troubling her heart
with his moods and his whims, she
chafes at her freedom. She wants a
taste of that bitter cup of love which
the girl who wrote the other letter
wishes had never been pressed to her
lip*.
A Common Cry.
It is the universal cry of woman
kind. We may know love at its real
worth, or attire it in a value that is
fictitious; we may paint it as cruel
or hideous—but we want it!
"Anxious” is only eighteen, and
when girls are only eighteen it is
natural for them to seem very, very
old. Eighteen and no lover in sight
seems hopeless, so hopeless that In
stead of going on In her sweet, merry
way, taking no thought for to-mor
row. knowing that in due time a
lover will wait at some turn in the
road, she wants to beat the bushes!
That is the modern way, and it is a
way that robs love of all its sweet-
Do You Know—
Snap Shots
By LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
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Man 1® the only animal that laughs
drinks when he is not thirsty, and
makes love at all seasons of the \cur.
—Voltaire.
Who misses or who wins the prize
Go, loso or conquer as you can;
But if you fail or if you rise,
Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
—Selected.
MAIDEN MUSINGS.
We gins have memories enough
we could all write memoirs! Why,
we remember every compliment any
one ever paid us—and as for the dis
agreeable things that are said to ua,
we certainly never forget them!
A chap who is so conservative that
he can’t change his opinion in public
may not be so modest that he will
refuse to embrace opportunity in pri
vate.
Love certainly makes Time pass;
but Time can make Love pass, too!
STRAY NEWS NOTES.
A Cleveland contemporary printed
recently a striking little melodrama
in five acts. We reproduce it here for
our readers.
Act 1.
"Fill ’em up again. McGinnis! ’
Act 2.
"FillemupagainMeGinnis! ”
Act 3.
"FillupGinnis!"
Act 4.
“Filltnis!”
Act 5.
"Finis.”
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright, 1913, by Ameriean-Journal-Examiner
I love myself because thou art my
lover,
My name seems dear since uttered
by thy voice;
Yet ArguB-eyed 1 watch and would
discover
Each blemish in the object of thy
choice,
I coldly sit in judgment on each er
ror,
To my soul’s gaze I hold each fault
of me,
Until my pride is lost in abject ter
ror,
Lest I become inadequate to thee.
A a von great Sun in his supreme
condition
Absorbs all small worlds and
makes them his own,
So does my love absorb each vain
ambition,
Each outside purpose which my life
has known.
Stars cannot shine so near that orb’s
splendor,
They are content to feed his tlames
of fire; ,
And so my heart is satisfied to
render
Its strength, its all to meet thy
strong desire.
As in a forest when dead leaves are
falling
From all save some perennial green
t ree.
So one by one 1 find all pleasures
lulling
That are not linked with or en
joyed b*y thee.
And all the homage that the world
may proffer
I take as perfumed oils or incense
sweet.
And think of it as one thing more to
alter '
A pel «aei ifice to *Tove. at thy d At r
Like some swift rushing and sea
seeking river,
Which gathers force the farther on
it goes,
* •
So does the current of my love
forever
Find acided strength and beauty as
it flows.
The more I give, the more remains
forgiven,
The more received, the more re
mains to win.
Ah! only in eternities of living,
Will life be long enough to love
thee in.
Real Jokes
FROM EVERYWHERE.
"She was too conscientious for me.
One day 1 proposed marriage to her. and
what do you think she did? She took all
that l said down in shorthand and
brought it, nicely typewritten for me to
sign.”
Blinkers—Hallo. Winkers! I hear you
married a woman with an independent
fort u ne.
Winkers (sadly)—N-no; I married a
fortune with an independent woman.
Lady (to exhausted furniture re
movers)—Here’s a dime for vou and
your friend each to ge: a glass of beer
with.
Exhausted Furniture Remover—A
glass of beer? Love is, lady, a glass
of beer ain’t no more to us than a snow
flake on a red-hot stove!
A farmer saw- a ret pe advertised for
keeping wells and cist-ms from freezing
in Winter Having sent a dozen stamps
he received the following:
"Take in your well nr cistern at night
and stand it in front of the fire.”
First Young Attorney—Allow me to
congratulate you. I saw you this morn
ing hurrying along to the County Court
with a brief in your hand. So your first
client has come?”
Second Ditto (with a look of satisfac
tion)—Yes. my tailor has taken out a
summons against me:’’
Bobby: "My sister will be down in a
few minutes, Mr. Sofljy. She s upstairs
rehearsing.”
Mr. Softly (who hi® come prepared):
"W-what is she rehearsing. Bobby ."’
Bobbv: "I don’t ‘know exactly, but
she’s standing in front of the mirror and
blushing and saying. *Oh, Mr. Softl* —■er
— this is so sudden!’ ”
T HE gossip party is the latest eo-
cial craze. The hostess writes
a dozen or more topics of con
versation on cards, which are handed
to guests upon their arrival. The
subjects chosen are usually up-to-
date and piquant. Chairs arranged in
pairs and sofas scattered about the
room are numbered. These are drawn
for, and each couple drawing corre
sponding numbers hunt up^the seats.
A bell is rung to announce each topic
of conversation, for which five min
utes is allowed. At each change of
places the next subject of gossip is
scattered about. At the end slips of
paper and pencils are then distrib
uted, and the women vote for the men
whose gossip has most interested
them and the men vote for the wom
en.
The sunflower is a valuable plant.
Its seeds make fine food for live
stock, its oil is equal to the best lin
seed oil, and its stalks are as good as
coal for producing heat.
The longest straight piece of rail
way line in the world is from Nyngan
to Bourke, in New South Wales. This
railway runs 136 miles on a level in a
perfectly straight line.
nes*\ It is a way of forcing love,
and love that ,js forced stands o-
little chance in the storms of life »-•
a plant of hothouse growth.
"Anxious” exaggerates her pliglr
She complains that she has no bov u
take her about, forgetting that there
are no places these days w’here a girl
can not go with pome other girl, and
have a more Independent and hap
pier time. Lectures, concerts, thea
ters, moving pictures, all are avail
able for a girl, with no proviso that '
she must be escorted by a man If
one were, I hope for tier happiness
and safety that she has a father or a
brother who cares enough for her to
substitute for the lover who is some
where on the way.
If "Anxious” is one of the great and
growing army of girls who are selft*
supporting she is free to enjoy the
greatest treat youthful independence
knows—that of escorting her mother.
An occasional ooncert or lecture
brings a joy to mother all the greater
because it has been such a rarity,
and giving her pleasure is a fine wav
for making time less tedious white
awaiting the coming of a lover.
And when he comes the evenings
she has spent with her mother will
have, unconsciously, given her wis
dom and discrimination. She will not
rush as blindly to his arms as if she
had spent the time of waiting In self
ish repining and moping. She will
look him over dispassionately and
critically, realising that while he
may bring happiness to her, she has
learned the way to happiness with
out him.
Will Be Wiser.
She will be less likely to love ml#-
takenly; she will not love for the out
ward appearance, but will look for
the qualities underneath tlhe surface
Having learned what pleasure these
outings give her mother, she will
have unconsciously taken note of the
dreariness and monotony of married
life, and be less foolhardy in rushing
into it.
By her filial love a girl attract!
a better man, and trains herself lo
discriminate when he comes.
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I suffered with an eruption two yea-* and i
one box of Tatterlne cured me and two or my l
friends. It Is worth Its weight In gold
Tetterlne ouree ecaema. tetter, ground i
erysipelas, itching piles and other aflmenu )
Get it to-day—Tetterlne.
50c at druggists, or by mall
SHUPTRINE CO.. SAVANNAH. GA. j
h KODAKS
First Class Flashing and En-
i larging. A complete stock fllnis.
r plates, papers, chemicals, et&
Special Mail Order Department i 07
out-of-town customers.
8end for Catalogue and Price Liar-
A. K. HA WKES CO. Kodak Ojpjrtmtn
14 Whitehall 8t. ATLANTA, GA_
Steel Engraved and
Embossed Stationery
BUSINESS CARDS AND ANNOUNCEMENTS
Largest Plant in the South Lowest Prices
Samples will be submitted or our representative will call upon requea’-
J. P. STEVENS ENGRAVING CO.
ATLANTA
47 Whitehall Street.
Bell Phone Main 1743.