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♦THE
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A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Intrigue and Love
WITHIN THE LAW
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play of BAYARD VE1LLER
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
O NK who ha* never taken heed of
that very homely saying that
"The greatest values are done
up In the smaller! parcel*” writes
the following letter
**! am 17 years of age. and in spite
of my age I am very short of stature
Many people often knock rne. and es
pecially young men in whose company
I am, and others whom I do not know
and hardly think I would 'ike to know
tor the reason that the.' call me
•Shorty,’ Hhrinip "Little One,' and
other names that irritate me This
would not be so bad, but as 1 am very
well aware of the fact that 1 am short
it makes it twice as hard to hear
when they say such things,
“I try to ignore all the remarks they
make, but it is useless and I feel very
heartsick o'er them. When J go to a
dame nr to a ball, 1 come home usual
ly very depressed, as I know' how to
dance quite well, and 1 seldom get h
good partner to dance with, as young
men. as well as other young ''.dies,
do not want to take a chance with a
little girl.
" J would feel very grateful if you
would advise me as to what I should
dry ms 1 have a desire to be popular
»cnd Jolly wherever I am and often
these remark* mar all mv pleasure
"OCT A V US,”
Not Important.
My dear Octavus, popularity is not
w matter of inches If It were, many
who are now the happiest, merriest,
most useful, most needed and best
loved of all humankind would find
themselves isolated and despised. And
other great, hoiking, awkward, lazy
creatures, slow in wit. loving and
laughter, would suddenly discover
popularity—a popularity that in most
cases must carry its measuring string
as an explanation.
In the first place, you are not
through growing While the majority
no longer shoot upward after 20 is
passed, there are Instances of phys
ical growth being still incomplete at
20. You have at least three years
of gTnce, and undoubtedly more.
1 can understand what a hardship
your short stature appears to you, but
I ask you to forget it lest brooding
over it result in a greater misfortune,
it is distressing to mourn for a few'
inches in physical growth to such ox
tremes that the mental and spiritual
growth are retarded, and that is what
1 fear for you. You are looking In
instead of looking out, and that un
failingly results in dwarfed mentality
and a spiritual blindness.
T’lease try to look at it In this way:
The really great people of this world
have, with few exceptions, been those
of small stature. The useful fines,
the helpful ones, those quick to sense
danger and alert in averting It, have
always been those who were short,
like yourself. But, unlike yourself,
they wasted no time mourning about
it.
If you w ill look among your friends
you will tind the busiest women, the
happiest, the most useful, the quick
est to serve, are the smallest. In
every form of life, from the lowest to
the highest, the greatest dynamic
power has been put In the smallest
bodies It i> tin* bee, my dear, that is
the emblem of industry, and the first
sluggard the world ever knew had his
eyes directed toward the ant as a re
buke and an example. If you are
"helping mother” at home 1 will wager
you are & greater help than your
larger sisters. If employed in an of
fice or store. I am not afraid to af
firm that you stand a better chance of
promotion, because you are quick in
your movements.
Is More Tidy.
A little noman is always more tidy
than one who is larger Why this Is I
can not explain, bill a button off. a
string hanging from a petticoat, a
tear In a waist are marks of a large
woman rather than of her blrdllke
slater.
You want to be popular, which
means you want to he loved. If you
are fearful of becoming a spinster be
cause of your size, dismiss your fears.
The shorter the woman tile greater
the likelihood that she will marry and
. the greater probability she will rule
her home. And the woman-ruled
homes are the most prosperous and
happiest.
I do not like the names that are
given to you. hut I am sure they ex
press the had tusti of those who'ap
ply them rather than diirespeet for
you. We do not tease those we dis
like. We keep away from them. Ignon
them, and it we attack them It Is In a
manner that can not he likened to
Lasing
Your friends vail you names because
they like you. It Is not the kindest
way of showing regard, hut youth is
as cruel in sh-wing affection as in
show ing hatred.
Since you cap not by fretting add to
your physical growth, refuse to fret
remembering that if you i onltnue to
worry you will dwarf your spiritual
and mental development.
SYNOPSIS.
Mary Turner, after the death <>f
her father and mother, is forced
to make her own way iu life She
necures u position at the Empo
rium. a department store owned
by Edward Gilder, and, after five
y ars of hare existence, valueble
silks are stolen from the store,
traced to Mary's department, and
some of the goods found ill her
locker Although innocent, the
girl is arrested and sentenced to
three years in prison.
After her conviction she tells
George Darnarest, chief of Gilder's
legal staff, that win; can show the
merchant how to slop thievery in
his store if garnted a ten*minute In
terview The interview is granted,
and, handcuffed to a plain-clothes
man, she enters Gilder’s private
olttee He enters Immediately af
terward
Without mincing of words. Mary
tells him that he can stop stealing
by paying his employees S living
wage.
Now go on with the story
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TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"I wasn’t forced to steal," came the
answer, spoken In the monotone that
had marked her utterance throughout
most of the interview "I wasn’t forced
to steal, and I didn’t steal. But, all
the same, that's the plea, hh you call it.
that I’m making for the other glrip
There are hundred* of them who steal
because they don't get enough to eat
I said I would tell you how to stop the
stealing Well, 1 Have done it. Give
the girls a fair chance to be honest You
asked me for the names, Mr. Glider
There’s only one name on which to put
the blame for the whole business and i
that name is Edward Gilder! . . . Now,
won’t you do something about it?"
At that naked question the owner of
file store Jumped up from his chair and
stood glowering at the girl who risked
a request so full of vituperation against
himself *
"How dare you speak to me like this?"
he thundered
There was no disconcert exhibited
by the one thus challenged. On the con
trary, she repeated her question with a
simple dignity that still further out
raged the man
"Won’t you please do something
about It?"
"How dare you?" he. shouted again
Now, there was stark wonder in his
eyes as he put the question.
"Why, I dared," Mary Turner ex
plained, "because you have done all
the harm you can to me. And now I'm
trying to give you the chance to do bet
ter by the others. You ask me why 1
dare 1 have a right to dare! 1 have
been straight all my life I have wanted
decent food and warm clothes, and—a
Mttle happiness, all the time I have
worked for you. and 1 have gone with
out those things Just to stay straight.
• • • The end of it all: You are
sending me to prison for something I
didn't do. That's why 1 dare!”
Cassidy, the officer In charge of Mary
Turner, had stood patiently beside her j
all this while, always holding her by j
the wrist. He had been mildly inter
ested In the verbal duel between the
big man of the department store and
this convict of his own keeping Vague
ly he had marveled at t He success of
the frail girl in declaiming of her in
juries before the magnate. He had felt
no particular interest beyond that,
merely looking on as one might at any
entertaining spectacle The question at
issue was no concern of his. His sole
business was to take the girl away
when the interview be ended. It oc
curred to him now that this might, In
fact, be the time to depart. It teemed,
indeed, that the insistent reiteration of
the girl had at least left the owner of
the store quite powerless to answer.
It wan possible, then, that it were wiser
the girl should be removed With the
Idea in mind, he stared inquiringly at
Gilder until he caught that flustered
gentleman's eye A nod from the mag
nate sufficed him. Gilder, in truth,
could nbt trust himself Just then to an
audible command. He was seriously
disturbed by the gently spoken truths
that had issued from the girl's lips He
Gary strove vainly to free
herself. ‘ Don’t, oh, don’t,” she gasped.
was not prepared with any answer,
though he hotly resented every word of
her accusation. So, when he caught the
question in the glance of the officer,
lie felt a guilty sensation of relief as he.
signified an affirmative by his gesture.
Realized What It Meant.
Cassidy faced about, and in his move
ment there was a tug at the wrist of
the girl that set her moving toward the
door. Her realization of what this
meant was shown in her fitiul speech:
"Oh. he can take me now," she said,
bitterly. Then her voice rose above the
monotone that had contented her hither
to. Into the music of her tones beat
something sinister, evilly vindictive, as
she faced about at the doorway to which
Cassidy had led her. Her face, as shg
scrutinized once again the man at the
desk, was coldly malignant.
"Three years isn’t forever," she said,
in a level voice. "When 1 come out, you
are going to pay for every minute of
them, Mr. Gilder. There won't be a
day or an hour that I won't remember
that at the last it was your word sent
me to prison. And you are going to
pay me for that You are going to pay
me for the five years l have starved
making money for you thut, too!. You
are going to pay me for all the things I
am losing to-day, and "
The girl thrust forth her left hand, on
that side where stood the officer. So
vigorous was her movement that Cassi
dy’s clasp was thrown off the wrist.
But the bond between the two was not
broken, for from wrist to wrist showed
taut the steel chan of the manacles.
The girl shook the links of her hand
cuffs in a gesture stronger than words.
In her final utterance to the agitated
man at the desk thkre was a cold threat,
a prophecy of disaster. From the sym
bol of her degradation she looked to the
man whose action had placed it there.
In the clashing of their glances, hers
won the victory, so that his eyes fell
before the menace in hers.
"You are going to pay me for this!"
she said. Her voice was little more
than a whisper, but it was loud in the
listener’s heart "Yes, you are going to
pas for this!”
CHAPTER VI.
Inferno.
The.' were grim years, those three
during which Mary Turner served her
sentence in Burnsing. There was no
time off for good behavoir. The girl
learned soon that the favor of those
set in authority over her could only
he won at a cost against which her
every maidenly instinct revolted. So she
went through the inferno of days and
nights in a dreariness of suffering that
was deadly Naturally, the life there
was altogether an evil thing. There was
the material 111 ever present in the round
of wearisome physical toll, the coarse,
distasteful food. the hard, narrow’
couch, the constant, gnawing irksome
ness of imprisonment, away from light
, and air. away from all that makes life
; worth while.
Yet. these afflictions were not the
i worst injuries to mar the girl convict’s
I life. That which Lore upon her most
weightily and incessantly from whicli
i there was never any respite, the vlcious-
• ness of this spot wherein she had been
j cast through no fault of her own. Vile-
j ness was everywhere, visible in the
faces of many: and it was brimming
from the souls of more, subtly hideous.
The girl held herself rigidly from any
personal intimacy with her fellows. To
some extent, at least, she could sepa
rate herself from their corruption in the
matter of personal association. But.
ever present, there was a secret energy
of vice that could not be escaped so
simply -nor, indeed, by any device; that
breathed in the spiritual atmosphere it
self of the place. Always, this myste
rious. Invisible, yet horribly potent, pow
er of sin was like a miasma throughout
the prison Always 1t was striving to
reach her soul, to make her of Its own
She'fought the insidious, fetid force as
best she might
Not Evil by Nature.
She was not evil by nature She had
been well grounded in the principles of
righteousness. Nevertheless, though she
maintained the integrity of her charac
ter. that character suffered from the
taint. There developed over the girl’s
original sensibility a shell of hardness,
which In time would surely come to
make her less scrupulous in her reckon
ing of right and wrong Yet, as a rule,
character remains the same throughout
life as to its prime essentials, and, in
this case, Mary Turner at the end of her
term was vitally almost as wholesome as
on the day when she began the serving
of the sentence. The change wrought
in her was chiefly of an external sort.
The kindliness of her heart and her de
sire for the seemly joys of life were
unweakened. But over the better quali
ties of her nature was now spread a
crust of worldly hardness, a denial of
appeal to her sensibilities. It was this
that would eventually bring her perilous
ly close to contented companioning with
crime.
The best evidence of the fact that
Mary Turner’s soul was not* fatally
soiled must be found in the fact that
still, at the expiration of her sentence,
she was fully resolved to live straight,
as the saying is which she had quoted
to Gilder. This, too, in the face of sure
knowledge as to the difficulties that
would beset the effort, and in the face
of the temptations offered to follow an
easier path.
There was, for example, Aggie Lynch,
a fellow convict, with whom she had a
slight degree of acquaintance, nothing
more. This yaung woman, a criminal by
training, offered allurements of illegiti
mate employment in the outer world
when they should be free. Mary en
dured the companionship with this pris
oner because a sixth sense proclaimed
the fact that here was one unmoral
rather than immoral—and the difference
was mighty. For that reason Aggie
Lynch was not actively offensive, as
were most of the others. She was a
dainty little blonde, with a baby face,
in which were set two light-blue eyes,
of a sort to widen often in demure won
der over most things in a surprising and
naughty world. She had been convicted
of blackmail, and she made no pre
tense of innocence. Instead she was in
clined to boast over her ability to
bamboozle men at her will. She was a
natural actress of the ingenue role, and
in that pose she could unfailingly be
guile the heart of the wisest of worldly
men
Perhaps the very keen student of
physiognomy might have discovered
grounds for suspecting her demureness
by reason of the thick, level brows that
cast a shadow on the bland innocence of
her face. Por the rest, she possessed
a knack of rather harmless perversity, a
fair smattering of grammar and spell
ing, and a lively sense of humor within
her own limitations, with a particularly
small intelligence in other directions.
Her one art was histrionics of the kind
that made an individual appeal. In
su^h, she was inimitable. She had been
reared In a criminal family. w*hich must
excuse much. Long ago she had lost
track of her father; her mother she had
never known. Her one relation was a
brother of high standing as a pickpocket
One principal reason of her success in
leading on men to make fools of them
selves over her, to their everlasting re
gret afterward, lay in the fact that, in
DOROTHY D1X WRITES ON - 4 Pretty Girl’s Troubles
Thrills of a novel kind are prom -
ised fur tourists to Sicily if an Ameri
can hotel proprietor can carry out
his plans. He has bought the site on
the summit of an inactive but not ex
tinct volcano, and will build a hotel
fliere. A special feature of the hotel
will be an underground chamber on
the bed of the crater, with an asbes
tos floor, where those who are sated
with excitement can sleep in the ex
pectation that they may be called at
any minute by an eruption.
"Barent Wonters lends donkeys on
hire like his father, kills pigs, smokes
hams, and occupies himself with ail
kinds of swinish detail work; also
shaves ami cuts hair, except on Sun
days,” runs the legend over a bar
ber's shop at Stierum, Holland
There is a spot in America which
is solely inhabited b> millionaires
This is Jekyl Island, which belongs
to a club composed of the millionaires
of New York. Boston and- Philadel
phia.
The largest opal in the world,
weighing seventeen ounces, is worth
$300,000. and belongs to the Emperor
cT Austria.
On some of the large Atlantic
steamers there are as many as 150
firemen.
Japan is ,so mountainous that only
about one-sixth of Its laud is culti-
rated. mi in ' 31
By DOROTHY DIX
x YOl’NG "Oman writes me a let-
f\ ter in which she says:
^ ••Will you please tell me why
it is that a pretty girl is insulted at
every turn? I cannot work in an ot-
flee without my employer falling in
love with me. 1 cannot walk on the
street without being followed by men.
Isn’t it terrible?” •
It certainly would be awful, Mabel,
if it were true, but methinks you flat
ter yourself. The reptile of the mash
er species Is far too common in this
city, but the entire masculine portion
of the community does not belong to
that loathsome family. The flirta
tious employer is also unhappily still
found in our midst, but he is a rather
rare bird. Most men have all they
can do to hold their own with their
competitors, and have to hustle so
hard iv business hours that they have
no time for flirtation, and are nior**
interested in whether their stenogra
pher can spell than they are in the
size and color of her eyes
Likewise the statement that a
young woman can’t walk the streets
without being followed is not convinc
ing. as they say in the law, because
pretty girls are far too common in
this city of beautiful women. Any
maiden whose pulchritude would draw
a train of Johnnies after her could af
ford to be whisked about in a taxi
because she would have all the man-
ag. is of musical comedies fighting to
see which one could pay her the most
money as a drawing card for his show.
Of course, 1 am not deny ing that
there are leering, ogling men on the
sin et that do speak to pretty girls
j and who are as offensive and insull-
j ing as possible, in every sucli case It
is a woman’s dur to herself and every
other woman to turn the offender over
to the nearest policeman, and appear
against him in court so that he may
get the proper punishment. This
course of procedure would soon ex
terminate the street masher breed of
vermin.
A Bad Employer.
.Also occasionally, but not .very
often, a working girl has the ill luck
to get into the employ of a man who
expects hen to throw in her soul along
with her work, to hold her job. For
tunately there are not many monsters
of this caliber, and when a woman
finds herself in the clutches of such a
one her only safety is to flee, as she
would from any other danger.
However, all of these perils to young
womanhood are not half as menacing
as they sound. The street masher is
.i - % i -leg with a yellow streak in
him. who quails before the contemp
tuous glance of a steady eye. and who
slinks away at the slightest intima
tion that he is going to be punished
for Ids offense. As for the'flrtatious
employ er, any girl with an" ounce of
discretion in her head can sidestep
his obnoxious attentions, or. if this
can’t be done, she can put on her hat
and go out and look for another sit
uation.
Beauty doesn’t have to be sacrificed
to the beast unless she is willing to
j be a victim. Nor does she have to be
continually crying, "Unhand me, sir!"
as* the persecuted heroine in the melo-
I drama does when the villain pursues
her. There are plenty of wavs by
which, without speaking, every wom
an gives ev ry man to understand just
(exactly the sort of a woman she is.
I and how far it is safe to go.
There are exceptions to every rule.
Occasionaly innocence is betrayed,
and virtue is persecuted, but. gener
ally speaking, the girl whose employer
makes love to her. and the young
woman who is followed on the streets,
have only themselves to blame. They
have at least looked willing.
The girl who is always rolling her
eyes at her employer, and looking sen
timentally at* him. and who sits on the
desk?* and swings her feet, and gives
the office, as far as she cun. an atmos
phere of a boudoir, hasn’t any right to
complain when her employer chucks
her under the chin and calls her by
her Christian name and begins the
day’s work with a kiss.
Her Own Fault.
She has brought It all on herself. If
she had been strictly business-like,
and concerned only with the work in
hand, he would have taken the cue
from her, and their,conversation and
conduct would have been kept down to
brass tacks You are not inspired to
demonstrations of an affectionate na
ture when your thoughts are settled
on hardware, or law eases.
And what right has the girl who
dresses flashily and conspicuously on
the street, and whose eyes are roving
hither and thither in search of ad
miration. and who giggles and laughs
loudly in public places to complain it
some man mistakes her for the sort of
woman she looks like instead of the
kind of woman .-’he is? The girl who
dresses quietly, and who conducts
herself with dignity, who keeps her
eyes steadily before her and goes
sr.iately about her own affairs, can ga
unmolested from one end of the coun
try to another.
There are a few Sir Galahads in the
world that try to protect every wom
an they meet. There are al? ° a ff>w
Lotharios that have no conscience to
ward any woman. But the great ma-
jorlt\ of men take a woman at her
own valuation, and they would rather
help her than hurt her. If a girl is
foolish, and flirtatious, and weak, they
will tread the primrose path with her.
but if a girl is straight and strong,
and honest and good, they will respect
her for it. and back her up in her ef
fort to lead the right sort of life in
stead of try to pull dow n from it.
Frequently Imaginary.
In bewailing the danger that a girl
is in from the men she meets, my cor
respondent overlooks the fact that
this peril is* frequently imaginary.
There is nothing more common than
for a woman’s vanity to make her
think that men are in love with her
when they are not. and that she is
pursued by those who, in reality, have
never given her a second thought.
Therefore, I advise my correspond
ent to pluck up her courage. Perhaps
she is not as beautiful as she imag-
| ines. nor so ravishing to the mascu
line fancy, and site may even exagger
ate the danger that she is in when sne
daily takes her walks abroad. At any
rate. I will warrant that if she will
dress sensibly and act sensibly men
will not molest her.
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spite of all the gross irregularities of
her life, she remained chaste. She de
served no credit frir such restraint,
sinre it was a matter purely of tempera
ment, not of resolve.
The girl saw in Mary Turner the pos
sibilities of a ladylike personality yiut
might mean much financial profit in the
devious ways of which she was a mis
tress With the frankness eharacteristic
of her. she proceeded to paint glowing
pictures of a future shared to the un
doing of ardent and fatuous swains.
Mary Turner listened with curiosity, but
she was in no wise moved to follow-
such a life, even though it did not ne
cessitate anything worse than a fraudu
lent playing at love, without physical
degradation. So, she steadfastly con
tinued her refusals, to the great aston
ishment of Aggie, who actually could not
understand in the least, even while she
believed the other's declaration of inno
cence of the crime for which she was
serving a sentence. But, for her own
I>art, such innocence Haxi nothing to do
with the matter. Where, indeed, could
be the harm in making some old sinner
pay a round price for his folly? And
always, in response to every argument,
Mary shook her head in negation. She
would live straight.
Then the heavy brows of Aggie would
draw down a little, and the baby face
would harden.
“You will find that You are up against
a hell of a frost,” she would declare,
brutally.
Prophecy Comes True.
Mary found the profane prophecy true.
Back in New York, she experienced «
poverty more ravaging than any she had
known in those five lean years of her
working in the store She had been
absolutely penniless for two days, and
without food through the gnawing hours,
when she at last found employment of
the humblest in a milliner’s shop. Fol
lowed a blessed interval in which she
worked contentedly, happy over the
meager stipend, since it served to give
her shelter and food honestly earned.
But the ways of thfe police are not al
ways those of ordinary decency. In due
time, an officer informed Mary’s em
ployer concerning the fact of her record
as a convict, and thereupon she was
at once discharged. The unfortunate
victim of the law came perilously close
to despair then. Yet, her spirit tri
umphed, and again she persevered in
that resolve to live straight. Finally,
for the second time, she secured a cheap
position in a cheap shop—only to be
again persecuted by the police, so that
she speedily lost the place.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Lots of People Show Affection
Who Never Can Show Tact
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER.
W pE are often told that Love l*
the biggest thing in the world.
Doubtless it is. but Tact comes
in a good second. 1 am sure more
people know how to manifest love
than to t xercise tact. If one docs not
believe this, let him listen for a little
while to the remarks that are made
constantly in society, by one’s friends,
and in the family.
Only last week 1 heard a woman
say to another whose voice is her for
tune and who, upon all occasions, is
asked to sing:
“There Is a comfort for those of us
who possess no parlor tricks. It is
that one can always be sure when she
is invite! anywhere th;it she is want
ed for herself, not for anything she
can furnish in the way of entertain*
ni.'M.” 4
Spoke of the Village.
The singer smiled, and said noth
ing. It would be rather interesting to
know just what she thought
A voluble woman was talking with
a clever man whose home Is in a
suburban town. He spoke of being
fond of the village in which he dwelt
“But dr you know," said the volu
ble woman, "that 1 always fancied
there was very good society there,
but a man told me the other day that
he did not believe there were more
than two college* men in the entire
place. Is it true thut there is so lit
tle culture in that beautiful spot?"
This man, too, smiled. He could
afford to, for he had made his mark
in the world as a writer of things
that would live.
‘My dear madam." he said, "that
statement was probably true, although
I have never looked Into the matter—
perhaps because I, myself, am not a
college man."
Of course, the woman was morti
fied. "How could I suspect,” she said
afterward, “that a man as clever as
that had never been to college?”
How, indeed—except by using her
brains and imagination? Had she
done this she would have remembered
that one’s culture Is not dependent
upon a university education, and that
while to go to college is a wise pro
ceeding for most men, many leaders
In the world have not had this op
portunity. Moreover, she might have
exercised her imagination to the ex
tent of considering that perhaps this
man, himself, might not. in his youth
have had the money to take him
further than a high school course. But
the tactless person can not fancy
himself in the other person’s place.
Sometime* his inability to do this
leads him to make remarks that ap
peal to one’s sense of humor. A tact
less and unmusical man asked an ac-
qunintnnct i<» play the violin at an
iffair his wife and he proposed giv
ing the following w'eek.
"But I am out of practice.” the mu
sician reminded his would-be host,
"and I might not acquit myself well.”
"Oh, never mind about that.” the
man reassured him. "We don’t ex
pect that people will listen to the
music, but we do want something
lively to All In the gaps in the con'
versution. so that there will be no
dreadful silences.”
Strange to say, the musician did not
feci as much honored as he had when
the matter was first broached to him.
"Doctor,” said a woman over the
telephone to her family physician one
stormy day, "this is the kind of
weather in which no creature except
a dog ought to go out. So I am keep
ing my husband, who it not well,
home, and I am asking you to come
and see him.”
Let us hope that the physician had'
a sense of humor that made him
smile at the intimation conveeyd In
this speech.
Tact consists as much in saying the
pleasant thing as in avoiding the un
pleasant one. One of the most tact
ful of men found himself one evening
in on embarrassing position. He was
calling at a home in which the only
son. just returned from his first year
at college, was considered a prodigy
by his parents and sisters. The lad
was urged by his admiring family to
recite Kipling’s "Ballad of the East
and West,” which he proceeded to do
with a grotesque effort at the dra
matic and with gestures that remind
ed one of a windmill in a high gaJe,
Final Line “Orated.”
The tactful visitor avoided the ag
onized glances of his wife, who had
accompanied him upon this duty call,
and who knew that some oomment
would be expected when the painful
performance was completed. At last
the final line was "orated” and the
collegian looked to the man for com
ment. as did also the proud father,
mother and sisters.
"It must be a pleasure to you,” said
the tactful man to the lad, "to hav<§
such a good memory and, by it, to
give so much happiness to your dear
people when you come home.”
The situation was saved for the
guest had been able in that moment
to put himself in the place of his
hosts. Which is but another proof
that, to be tactful, one must have
Imagination—and a strong one.
—T
on the Love Affairs
ot the Married
W henever Bernard Shaw hurls his bolts of satire at “re
spectability,” convention is set on its head and mock
modesty and false morality blushathis daring. But
the truth is there, and, like the great surgeon of social ills that
he is, Shaw lays bare the truth, though he cuts to the bone.
In “Overruled”—he strikes at his dearest enemy—the sham
and fraud of the smugly respectable, conventionally moral
marriages of modern life. It’s brilliant, witty, clever; in a
word, it*s Shaw at his best. In it, he says:
‘‘Oh, you never gave me the faintest hint
that you had a wife.”
“I did, indeed. 1 discussed things with
you that only married people really un
derstand. I thought it the most delicate
way of letting you know.”
‘‘Danger is delicious. But death isn’t.
We court the danger; but the real delight
>* in escaping, after all.”
“As long as I have a want, I have a reason
for living. Satisfaction is death.”
“To my English mind, passion is not rea'
passion without guilt. I am a red-
blooded man, Mrs. Lunn; I can’t help it.
The tragedy of my life is that I married,
when quite young, a woman whom I
couldn’t help being very fond of.”
“I longed for a guilty passion—for the
real thing—the wicked thing; and yet I
couldn’t care twopence for any other
woman when my wrife was about.”
“Year afteryear went by; I felt my youth
slipping away without ever having had a
romance in my life; for marriage is all
very well; but it isn’t romance. There’s
nothing wrong in it, you see.”
Yet under the shock of his audacity and the veneer of his wit
lies the deep-rooted truth of it all—for “G. B. S.” never writes
without a purpose. Splendidly illustrated with four of the
best drawings Charles Dana Gibson ha3 ever made, “Over
ruled" appears in the May number of Hearst’s Magazine, a
number doubly noted for its wealth of good reading because
in it “The Woman Thou Gavest Me,” that masterpiece of
Hall Caine’s, reaches its most exciting climax.
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