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I 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 (MPOieauM) * WALTON M — Jl/M OTP PEACHTkH CHICHESTER S PILLS THK DI AMOND HR \ VII if THE DIAMOND 1IRAND I f »dlr«! Aftk y«ar l)ru.| l( f or i wo Bn < bt.chew.trr’a Dl»i 1*11(• ta K.d and fcold metallic 1 sealed with Blue Ribbca. rake bo other. Hay ofyoar HrutrUi. Ajk forClil.CVlEfLTEl'N DIAMOND IISA N D FILL A for a I* years known a* Best,Safest, Always Reliable SOLO BV DRUGGISTS EVtRVWHFRK 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. LOVE’S SUPREMACY BRING YOUR FILMS TO US and we will develop them free. We are film specialists • nd give you perfect results and quick delivery. Mail * negative for free sample print. Enlargements made and colored. Pictures framed. Chemicals. Cameras. $3.00 to $85.00. Fresh film® to fit any camera—guaranteed not to stick p tor catalogue. Quick mail order service. £.. H. CONE, Inc., "A Good Drug Store’’—(Two Stores)—Atlanta. 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. Maddenlna »kln disease* can't exist If ( ne Is used because Tetterlne Is sciennfl aiS irepared to remove the CAUSE as well «s tne/ EFFECT. TETTERINE CURES SKIN DISEASES Jesse W. Scott. MlUedjevtlle. Oa.. write* J 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. 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