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I he Passing of Miss Tearful
Woman Is Ceasing to Weep—They Realize That No Man
Wants to Be Salted Down in Brine as If He Were a
Dried Herring.
A Powerful Story of Ad-
J venture, Intrigue andLoVe
Within the Law
By MARVIN DANA, from ihe
Play of BERNARD VF.ILLER
ay DOROTHY DIX.
O NE *»f the most interesting ami sig
niflean! phase* of the evolution of
woman la that she la ceasing to
weep. I <lon't know how science ex
plains it. hut it Is a soli'-evident fad
that every observing person must have
noted that as women developed back
bone their tear duct* have dried up.
Time was. and not so long ago. w hen
the ver> name of the feminine sex was
synonymous with trying It w "'
mun s hereditary destiny to weep, Just
as it was man’s to work, and she did
what was expected of her by sitting
down and howling whenever she came
up against any of the hard proposition*
of life.
The nuKlern woman lias changed all of
that You hardly ever see a woman
weep now . There are God help us -
just as many tilings to wring a woman s
heart to-day, and Just as many causes
lor'tears as there ever wore, but if she
w ceps, she weeps in private. It is al
most as unusual and stariltng now to
**o a woman give way publicly to emo
tion as it is to see a man do so, and I
can think of no other one thing that
ho emphatically marks ,the progress of
my sex
It measure* all the distance between
hysteria and reason. It marks the Im
measurable difference between the spoilt
child crying impotently for forbidden
sweets, and the strong adult who takes
what life gives with unfaltering bravery
and cheerfulness.
It seems likels that women always
overvalued the effectiveness of tears,
anyway Tears were supposed to always
be an unanswerable argument so far as
men were conc erned. I’nfortunately few
women can weep effectively. In poetry a
pearly drop that makes u blue eye look
like a violet drowned in dew. gathers
slowly and rolls gently down the alabas
ter cheek, and the man who goes down
before It In everyday life the woman
who weeps gets red-eyed, her nose
*w»dlH and she looks purple and appo-
plectic, anti the man gets up, and slams
the door behind, ami goes downtown un
til the water spout is over. In those pro
saic and coni monsense days weeping has
played tint as a fascination, anti tears
are a failure. No man wants to be salt
ed down In brine as if he were a dried
herring
They Wept Too Much.
The trouble with women s teurs in
the past has been that they wept too'
much, anti in the wrong way. A tear as
a tear is ns effective as any other drop
of salt water, yet people make the mis
take of reverencing it as if weeping over
■ thing was going to perform some kind
of u miracle.
You might weep over a starving fami
ly until you shed an ocean of tears, yet
It wouldn't keep them from perishing of
htingei It is only when you begin to
stil» with your pocket book that you do
any good. It isn’t the people who come
to weep with ns when we are unfortu
nate and po%* and downcast who help
\p it is those who have learned to
sympathise with their bunk book and
personal interest and assistance.
| Nothing else on earth is as plentiful
I and cheap and useless at* tears, but un-
j ;I they are hacked up with good deeds
J ind money nobody has a right to ai
tempt to sustain a reputation for chari-
on them Plenty of people do. I have
yeen women sit up in a fashionable
church and sniffle Into a point lac**
handkerchief all through a charity set*
rnnn and then drop a plugged nickel into
the contribution plate.
Then there’s poverty. If all the tears
women have shed over being poor had
been brought to account It would make
i water power that would turn the
wheels of the machinery of the* world
| Tears toll hack no vanished dollars
I Nobody ever heard of a woman lament -
J ing herself Into a fortune, yef they K"
J making them Helve* perfect Niches over
their split milk
I had a friend once who lost her money
and who thereafter did nothing but
weep. “What shall I do?” she demanded
I shall starve.'' “If you would put in
as much time and energy mopping a
floor as you do In mopping your eye*,
you could make a fortune as a charWo- 1
man " I answered, brutally. She never
forgave me. People never do when -you ;
teJI them the truth, but It is a fact nev
ertheless. that the only team's that can !
conjure back prosperity are the tears we
weep with our hands at Home good, hon
est labor.
Sometimes 1 amuse myself by specu- , j
lating on what*Hn improvement It would
be if mothers wept less over their way
ward children and spanked more.
Shameful Tears.
Sentimentalists have embalmed a
mother’s tears in song and story, and
made them sacred, but I tell you tin-
tears a mother sheds over an lllralsed
son or daughter are shameful. There
should be no cause for them, and there
would be no cause for therrt, orn-e in a
million times, if she had done her duty, i
Weep with strict authority, mothers, sob
with a wise up-bringing while your chil
dren are little, and when they are grown
you will not have to shed salt and bit
ter tears over sons and daughters who
have brought disgrace upon you.
It has also appeared to me that women ;
have wasted quite an unnecessary
amount of tears on their husbands. For
a thousand generations wives have clung
to the theory that a man could be wept
into all the virtues of beatitude. When a
woman hat! a drunken husband she
opened' the door for him in the early
hours of the morning, and bedewed him ,
with her tears. When she had a brutal i
one. she wept when he mistreated her,
but she forgave him and let him go on
doing It. Men don’t weep any over wo
men. They make their wives behave
themselves, or else they haul them up
before the divorce court, and that’s why *
the percentage of good conduct is so
largely In favor of the fair sex, and wo- J
men might well copy their example.
Any way you look at It, it is a hope
ful sign women have abandoned doing
he baby act. It was always weak ami !
useless. We owe it to the world to give
it smiles and sunshine, not showers, and |
we best do our part in it when we meet
the misfortunes of life with that br^ye
attitude that nothing can daunt.
But wait a minute,” English Eddie expostulated, ‘‘you see this chap, Gilder, is
SYNOPSIS.
:: Electing a New Pope ::
ONE OF THE WORLD S MOST MOMENTOUS CEREMONIES
T HE greatest secrecy, well the
utmosi solemnity, is observed
when the Cardinals of the Church
«»f Home, arc called upon to elect one of
their number as Pope.
Immediately after the Hope is buried
there is a gat liering together of the Car
dinals. or conclave, as it is called, inci
dentally it might be mentioned that the
word “Conclave " is derived from the
Eat in cum clave, ami literally means an
apartment which can be closed with one
key.
once gathered together, the Cardinals,
like the jury in u murder case, are not
permitted to leu\e the Vatican until they
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have selected from among themselves u
successor to the Papal chair. The cert
inony of election observed to-day is the
same as that inaugurated by Gregory X.
six hundred years ago.
Communication Impossible.
The Cardinals assemble in what is
known as the Sistine Chapel. All the
entrances are walled up with the ex
ception of one great door known as the
“Sala Regia.’’ The greatest precautions
are observed that no person* except the
Cardinal* remain in the building <itiring
>he conclave, and a very careful search
is mad*, not only by officials of the Va
tican, but also by the Swiss guards, who
maintain a vigil over the only door lead
ing to the building. Even the food
is carefully examined to make sure that
no communication enters the Vatican
The actual election ceremony is quite
■■iiupie Each Cardinal writes in a dis-
t-fd hand on a ballot-paper the name
I of Ids particular selection for the high
office, which ho then deposits in a chal-
• ice or urn placed upon a special altar.
Before doing so, however, he turns to
his colleagues and solemnly swears In
has voted according to his firm belief,
without fear or favor, and in tin- true
interests of the Church of Rome only
First and Second Ballots.
i There are three official scrutators,
who. when all the Cardinals have voted,
ami after a short prayer, take all the
ballot-papers from the chalice and read
aloud to the conclave the names record
ed The number of votes required to
Immediately the two-thirds majority
; has been recorded for any candidate a
i bell is rung by the junior Cardinal Dea
con. In response the secretary of tin*
Sacred College enters with ihe master
of ceremonies, after which tin* Cardinal
Dean approaches the Pope that is to in
and inquires whether he accepts the
papacy. Receiving an answer in the at
firmative, he next inquires what name
the new pontiff intends to be known !>\
It should hfc mentioned that the name
usually selected is that of the Pope b>
whom the Pope-elect was created a
• ’urdinul, and as soon as this is an
1 nounced the senior Cardinal Deacon goes
outside and thus addresses the waiting
crowd “I announce to you a great Joy
\N e have as Pope the Most Eminent and
Most Reverend Cardinal of
tbe Holy Roman Church, who has taken
the name of
Meanwhile ihe new dignitary has been
conducted to the rear <>! the high altar
where he is speedily arrayed in the vest
ments of the pontificate lie then takes
bis place In the chair of state in front
"f the high altar, and is rearix to receive
the greetings <»f the Sacred College Each
of the Cardinals kisses hint on the foot,
the hand and the mouth, ami that pre
vious symbol, the ring of the Fisherman,
is placed on his finger by the Cardinal
Oa merllngo
Mary Turner, after the death of
her father and mother, is forced
to make her own way in life. Hite
secures a position at the Empo
rium, a department store owned
by Edward Gilder, apd, after five
years of bdre existence, valueble
silks are stolen from the store,
traced to Mary’s department, apd
some of the goods found in her
locker. Although innocent, the
girl is arrested and sentenced to
three years in prison.
After Ii0r conviction she tells
George Damarest, chief of Gilder’s
legal staff, that she can show the
merchant how to stop thievery in
his store if gam ted a ten-minute in
terview. The interview is granted,
and. handcuffed to a plain-clothes
man, she enters Gilder's private
office, lie enters immediately af
terward.
Without mincing of words, Mary
tells him that he can stop stealing
by paying his employees ti living
wage.
Now go on with the story i
Copyright. 1913. by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play “Within the 1 ^aw” is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelization of it is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany Is the sole proprietor of Ihe ex-
clur’ve rights of the representation
and performance of "Within the Law’’
In all languages.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Nevertheless, Indomitable in her pur
pose. she maintained the 'tstimggle. A
third time she obtained work, and there,
after a little, she told her employer, a
candy manufacturer in a small way. the
truth os to her having been in prison.
The man had a kindly heart, and. in
addition, he ran little risk in the matter,
so lie ;illowe*l her to remain. When,
presently, the police called his attention
to the girl’s criminal record, he paid no
heed to their atlvice against retaining
her services. But such action on his
part offended the greatness of the law’s
dignity. The police brought pressure to
hear on the man. They even called In
the assistance of Edward Glider himself,
who obligingly wrote n vefy severe let
ter to the giri’s employer. In the end,
such tactics alarmed the man. For the
sake of his own Interests, though un
willingly enough, he dismissed Mary
from his service.
With All Her Strength.
It Wits then that despair did cotno
upon the girl. She bad tried with all
the strength of her to live straight. Yet.
despite her innocence, the world would
not let her live according to her own
conscience. It demanded that she be the
criminal it had branded her if she were
to five at all. £h>. it was despair! For
site would not turn to etil*. and without
such turning she could not Jive. She
still walked the streets falteringiy,
seeking sonic place . but her hcatNw was
gone from the quest. Now. she was
sunken in an apathy tjiiit saved her
from the worst pangs of misery. She
had suffered so much, so poignantly,
that at last her emotions had grown
sluggish. She did not mind much even
when her tiny hoard of money was quite
gone, and she roamed the city starving.
* • * Came an hour when she thought
of the river, and was glad!
Mary remembered, with a wan smile,
how, long ago, she had thought with
amazed horror of suicide, unable to
imagine any trouble sufficient to drive
one to death as the only relief. Now.
however, the thing was simple to her.
Since there was nothing else, she must
turn to that—to death. Indeed, it was
so very simple, so final, and so easv,
after the agonies she had endured, that
she marveled over her own folly in not
having sought such escape before.* * *
Even with the first wild fancy, she had
unconsciously bent her steps westward
toward the North River. Now, khe
quickened her pace, anxious for the
plunge that should set the term to sor
row. In her numbed brain was no
flicker <*>f thought as to whatever might
come to her afterward. Her sole guide
was that compelling passion of desire to
be done with this unbearable present.
Nothing else mattered -not in the least!
In That Final Second.
she came hrough the long stretch
of ill-lighted streets, crossed some rail
road tracks to a pur. over which she
hurried to the ftfr end. where it pro
jected out to the fiercer currents of the
Hudson. There, without giving herself
a moment’s pause for reflection of hesi
tation, she leaped out as far as her
strength permitted into the coil of wa
ters. Hut, in that final second, natural
terror in the face of death overcame the
lethargy of despair- a shriek burst from
her lips.
But for that scream of fear, the story
of Maty Turner had ended there and
then Only .one person was anywhere
near to catch the sound. And that sin-
tie person heard. On the south side
of the pier a man had just tied up a
motgrboat. He stood up in alarm at
the cry, and was just in time to gain
a glimpse of a white face under the
dim moonlight as it swept down with
• lie tide, two rods beyond him. On
Hie instant, he threw off his coat and
sprang far out after the drifting body,
tie rame to it in a few furious strokes,
’.nd caught it. Then began the savage
struggle to save her and himself. The
currents tore at him vvrathfully, hut
he fought against them with all the
fierceness of his nature. He had
strength a-plenty, but he needed all of
it, and more, to win out of the river’s
hungry clutch. What saved the two
of them was the violent temper of the
nan. Always, it had been the denfon
o set him aflame. To-night, there in
the fa^nt light, within the grip of the
waters. he was moved to insensate
fury against the element that menaced.
His rage mounted, and 'gave him new
oower in the battle. Maniacal strength
jrew out of supreme wrath. Under the
urge of it, he conquered at last brought
rnself and his charge to the shore.
When, finally, the rescuer was able
to do something more than gasp chok-
’ngly. he gave anxious attention to the
woman whom he had brought out from
river. Yet, at the outset, he could
not be sure that she still lived. She
•ad shown no sign of life at any time
since he had first seized her. That fact
ad been of incalculable advantage to
n in his efforts to reach *the shore
✓ ith her. Now, however, it alarmed him
..ughtily, though it hardly seemed pos
sible that she could have drowned. So
ar as he could determine, she had not
even sunk once beneath the surface.
Nevertheless, she displayed no evidence
>f vitality, though he chafed her hand?
for a long time. The shore here was
very lonely:*lt would take precious time
'o sumnion aid. It seemed, nothwith-
i.andMIfft that this must he the only
course. Then just as the man was
:bout to leaYe her. the girl sighed, very
lintly, with an Infinite weariness, and
opened her eyes. The man echoed the
. but Jiis was of Joy. since now tie
knew that i> strife in the girl's be-
ilf had r t been in vain.
Afterward, the rescuer experienced no
great difie oily in carrying out his work
o a satisfactory conclusion. Mary re
vived t<> ■ 'oar consciousness, which was
• '■ i 1 st Inclined toward hysteria, ’but
this phase yielded soon under the sym
pathetic, ministrations of the man. His
rather low voice was soothing to her
iired soul, and his w hole air was at
once masterful and gently tender.
Moreover, there was an inexp:>-.fibh-
balm to her spirit in the very fact tuaf
some one was thus ministering to her,
It was the first time for many dread*
fill years that any one had taken
■ -night for her welfare. The effect
of it was like*a draught of rarest wine
in warm her heart. So. she rested
obediently asj he busied himself with
her complete restoration, and. when
finally she was able lo stand, and to
walk with the support of his arrn, she
went forward slowly at his side with-
( it so much even as a question of
'v hither.
And. curiously, the man himself shared
the gladness that touched the mood of
the girl, for he experienced a sudden
pride in his accomplishment of the night.
Somewhere in him were the seeds of
^elf-sacrifice, the seeds of a generous
devotion to others. But those seeds had
been left undeveloped in a life that had
ieen lived since early boyhood outside
the pale of respectability. To-night Joe
Jarson had performed, perhaps, his first
tel ion with no thought of self at the
oack of it. He had risked his life
o save that of a stranger. The facl
astonished him, while it pleased him
hugely. The sensation was at once novel
.nd thrilling.
Glow of Satisfaction.
Since it was so agreeable, he meant
.» prolong the glow of self-satisfaction
continuing to care for this waif of
the* river. He must make his rescue
complete. It did not occur to him to
question his fitness for the work. His
introspection did not reach to a point
f suspecting that he, an habitual erirn-
nal, was necessarily of a sort to be most
objectionable as the protector of a young
irl. Indeed, had any one suggested
.he thought to him, he would have met
a with a sneer, to the effect that a
wretch thus tired of life could hardly
bject to any one who constitute*! him
self her savior.
In this manner. Joe Garson, the noto-
ious^forger. led the dripping girl east
ward through the squalid streets, until
it last^they came to an adequately
ighted avenue, and there a taxicab was
found. It carried them farther north,
and to the east still, until at last it
ame to a halt before an apartment
>use that was rather imposing, set in a
street of humbler dwellings. Here, Gar-
• n paid the fare, and then helped the
rirl to alight, and on into the hallway.
Mary went with him quite unafraid,
"Ugh now with a growing curiosity,
range as it all was, she felt that she
>uld trust this man who had plucked
her from death, who had worked over
t with so much of tender kindliness.
So, she waited patiently; only watched
.vith intentness as he pressed tlie button
>f the flat number. She observed with
nterest tlie thick, wavy gray of his
. air. which contradicted pleasantly the
vmithfulness of his clean-shaven, rero
ute face, and the spare, yet well-
.nuscled form.
The clicking of the door-latch sounded
soon, and the two entered and went
slowly up three flights of stair*, on
the landing beyond the third flight, the
loor of a real flat stood open, and in
-he doorway appeared the figure of a
woman.
“Well, Joe. who’s the skirt?" this per
son demanded, as the man and his
.barge halted before her Then, abrupt
ly. the round, baby-like face of the
woman puckered in amazement. Her
voice rose shrill. “My Gawd, if it ain’t
Mary Turner!’’
At that, the newcomer’s eyes opened
swiftly to their widest, and she stared
astounded in her turn.
“Aggie!” she cried
CHAPTER VII.
I N the time that followed. Mary
lived in the flat with Aggie Lynch
occupied along with her brother.
Jim, a pickpocket much esteemed
among his fellow’ craftsmen. The pe
riod wrought transformations of a
radical and bewildering sort in both
the appearance and the character of
tht girl. Joe Garson, the forger, had
long been acquainted with Aggie and
her brother, though he considered
them far beneath him in the social
scale, since their criminal work was
not of that high kind on which he
prided himself. But, as he cast about
for some woman to whom he might
take the hapless girl he had rescued,
his thoughts fell on Aggie, and forth
with his determination was made since
he knew that she was respectable
viewed according to his own peculiar
lights. He was relieved rather than
otherwise to learn that there was al
ready #n acquaintance between the
two women, and the fact that his
charge had served time in prison did
not influence him one jot against her.
On the contrary, it increased in some
measure his respect for her as one of
his own kind. By the time he had
learned as well of her innocence he
hud grown so interested that even her
folly, a.s he was inclined to deem it.
did not cause any wavering in his
regard.
Now. at last, Mary Turner let her
self adrift. It seemed to her that
she had abandoned herself to fate in
that hour when she threw herself into
th*' river. Afterward, without any
volition oil her part, she had been
restored to life, and set within an en
vironment new and strange to her, in
which soon, to her surprise, she dis
covered a vivid pleasure. So, she
fought no more, but left destiny to
work its will unhampered by her fu
tile strivings. For the first time in
her life, thanks to the hospitality of
Aggie Lynch, secretly reinforced from
the funds of Joe Garson. Mary found
herself living in luxurious idleness,
while her every wish could be grati
fied by he merest mention of it. She
was fed on the daintiest of fare, for
Aggie was a sybarite in all sensuous
pleasures that were apart from sex.
She was clothed with the most deli
cate richness for the first time as to
those more mysterious garments
which women love, and she soon had
a variety of frocks as charming as
her graceful form demanded. In ad
dition. there were as many of books
and magazines as she could wish. Her
mind, long starved like her body, seiz
ed avidly on the nourishment thus
afforded. In this interest. Aggie had
no share—was perhaps a little envi
ous over Mary’s absorption in print
ed pages. But for her consolation
were the matters of food and dress,
and of countless junketings. In such
directions, Aggie was the leader, an
eager, joyous one always. She took a
va-t pride in her guest, with the un
mistakable air of elegance, and she
dared to dream of great triumphs to
come, though as yet she carefully
avoided any suggestion to Mary of
wrongdoing.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Putting Yourself in Your Wife’s Place
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Over the Bonita Theater and Zakas Bakery.
Goid Crowns . . . $3=00
Bridge Work . . . $4.00
All Other Work at Reasonable Prices.
I HEARD a man talking about his
wife the other day—he began with
his w ife - and he ended w ith till
the women in the world.
.“What is the matter with them?’
he said bitterly. “Are they all going
crazy, or what? 11 am a good hus
band, if 1 do have to say it myself
to g«q any one to believe it; l work
like a bond slave for my wife and
family: l devote most of my waking
flours and some of my sleeping ones
to thinking of new ways to make more
money and more money and more
money for her and the little fellows.
“Mv wife has a new hat whenever
| slu wants oue. and I ne\ er complain
about the bill -even it it does make
me toel blue to see it sometimes a
hat and a feather, $35 Why, it’s
I t nough to take a man’s breath. And!
she goes away in the summer and]
takes the children and has a tine tirnei
for three montlis. anti she has a good j
j home, and - yet is she lmppy ?
“She *s not.
She is tnis* : able. p<rt » tl> mistr-
! able and she makes me miserable,,
j too Where have I been?* ’Who
i gave me that play bill?’ Where did I
FOR THAT TIRED FEELING
Takr Horsford'* Acid Phtssfintr
hear that song I'm whistling?’ 'Who
was the woman who stared at me so
in the theater the other night?’ ‘Why
don’t 1 love her any more?’
“And she’s not the only one. My
brother’s ’wife is the same—worse, if
anything My brother can’t spend an I
evening cut to save his life without
his wife wanting to know exactly
where he went and whom' he saw, and
Ml about it--and she doesn't believe I
him wh 'n lie tells her Ihe truth.”
Nice little preachment, wasn't it”
And the man meant it. too—every
word of it. You could see that b\
the lock of irritated-, puzzled misery
in his tired face
What is the matter with us. an\«
i wonder if any on* knows?
For vine thing, it’s the mystery of
the thing that puzzles us.
Did you ever think of that. Mr
M a n ?.
VYimt if the person you loved best
in the world, the person you left
every one you ever cared for just to
be with, went away every day to a
mysterious place he called dovvntov. n
and stayed all day. and came home
speaking with the speech of aliens,
looking ith the look of strangers, al
ways thinking, thinking about some
thing that you didn’t know a thin;
ait .
cat-mulcted
omc
that man
Wouldn’t
he’d toll you something about it ones
in a while, just enough so you could
visualize his May to some extent and
have some soft of vague idea what *t
is that he does—down there in the
barred city where you must never go?
It Wouldn’t Bore Her. ,
You know every step your wife
takes all day long—she wants to tell
you all about it—and when you don’t
listen she thinks you are tired of her.
It wouldn’t bore her to hear all
about what you do. but you never help
her out a bit. You see. she’s in love
with you: you’re fond of her. but
you are not in love with her. That
isn’t tlie way you acted when you
were in love. Don’t tell me! She may
not know much, but no woman
earth is there who can’t tell when a
man really loves her and when 13
stops loving her. too -so you might as
well stop going over that fiction once
and for all.
She s irr love and you aren’t—that’s
all. Help you any to know that?
Well, maybe not, but it may help
your judgment of her and your sym
pathy. too. Just think back a year
or so and remember how you usM
to feel about her. That will help you
to realize that she is having rather a
had time of it herself just now. too.
Morbid, unbalanced, irritating—of
course it is ;U>1 of these things, but so
1 i) lit', t'.ii' woman who loves le«ds
moroai unba tiued and irritating
from start to finish.
You’d go crazy in six months if
you had to live it, shut in all day
with a baby; no one to speak to but
the grocer’s boy and the postman; no
big ambitions, no great hopes; just
little things, little, little, from morn
ing to night.
Don’t scold your wife, don’t be cross
with her. get her mind off the little,
silly suspicions and little stupid curi
osities by telling her a few things
she’d dearly love to know . Tell them
to her without her asking, and see
how surprised and delighted she'll be.
She'll take just as much interest in
you and your affairs as Jones, and yet
you talk and talk to Jones.
Think it over, Friend Husband. Put
yourself in the place of the poor little
puzzled thjng who’s been tied into a
corset every morning of her life and
had her poor little tootsies pinched,
and her poor head made to ache by
some fool kind of hair dressing ever
since she can remember, just to get
ready for you and for love, and then
she finds out that love Is just a pa t
of life after all and not all of it, is
she has been carefully taught to think,
and she's a!! at sea. Put yourself iu
her odd. confused, mixed up place and
see if you can’t see what’s the matter
with her.
Maybe you can. and if you lo
you've won the battle before it is
fought.
Try it an*i let's hear from you—
we'd like to know.
The Girl Alone in New York
She Lojes Her Position, But Obtains Another in an Unusual Way.
Tells Sister All About It.
By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY.
D arling kitty:
Since 1 have been over here In
the role of needle in the big New
York haystack, I have had blue days
and rose-colored days and just gray
days: but to-day is all a white glare,
and I think the lights are pretty strong
for my eyes, sis. Not the “Bright
Lights,” but the glow and gleam of ex
citement and having adventures follow
themselves up as I didn’t think they
ever could in really truly life.
Your kind attention, slsterkin. and
I will tell my little tale from Its
beginning. Three days ago I lost my
Job—but don’t picture me starving on
the streets of New York, for I found
a new' one this morning! Hard times—
and cutting down the staff.” .That is
why I went.
After dealing that'blow to my pride
and my literary aspirations, fate turn
ed around and began to treat me like
the perfect gentleman he can some
times be!
A New Job.
I answered thirty advertisements
yesterday—but I did not seem to an
swer any one’s needs. When I got
down to No. 4 on my list to-day I had
arrived at the offices of Clark, Clarke
& Clark, attorneys-at-law. Just when
I began to open the door from the
outside some one tvas turning the han
dle from the inner realms.
open flies the door collision
. . Madge’s hat takes a little list to
port, and Madge yearns for a port of
her own.
A voioJ* speaks: “I BEG your par
don. Have I upset you completely?
Well, I declare—1 do seem to run into
vou! And on your way to my office
• his time. Now what can I do for
you?”
I should have fled the spot 1 sup
pose. Instead I said, “Your office?”
And I wanted to add—“Who are YOU?”
"Why yes,’’ I am Clarke—the one
with the ‘E? Now what can I do for
you?”
"Give me a position; 1 have lost
mine.” Probably I should not have
iid it—but I did not want to come
home defeated at the end of four
weeks! I wanted work and a chance
to “show" New r York—well. I guess I
have both.
I am to get twenty-five dollars a
week in return for my services as ”I*ri-
vate Secretary” and Stenographer to
he firm, which oonsists of Clarke Sen
ior, forty-five or fifty, as New York
Hges go—so he may be sixty or a grand
father at that)! Mr. James T. Clarke,
of whom “more anon,” and Clarke Jun
ior, who looks twenty-two or three, amt
thinks life is to be devoted to getting
a cane with just the crook to fit his
arm to a nicety. He is called Mr.
Tommy, and looks it!
And now for the “Anon” and more
of Mr. Clarke. He is the man who
jmped into me so violently that day
as I was coming out of G - and Central,
and then invited me to jiea to give me a
hance to recover my equilibrium—
thereby quite upsetting it. I will never
do for the wife of a President! For
Mr. Clarke has a perfectly unforgetta
ble voice, and all I could do about re
membering it was feel that it belonged
to someone I had in all pr >babillty met
and forgotten—and it was not until he
was my employer, duly signed and seal
ed, that I realized the full force of tKat
first impact.
Asked to Tea.
But he was considerate and recom
mended me to the attention of his
partners in the most imp* rscnal, hard-
!y-knew-you-were-a-girl sort of a way.
And yet the girl alone has as her
“Boss” a man who thought he might
venture to ask a little stranger- that
stranger being me—to tea!
Now. Little Miss Safe-at-Home, think
it over—I need work if I am to be a
self-supporting person in New r York,
the while I wait for my literary ability
to develop so it can be. seen by people
who are more interested in subscription
pulling than in the mere feeling of per
sonal pride in “Darling Madgie”- and
1 like Mr. James T. Clarke. Was T
silly to go on the payroll of Clarke,
Clarke and Clark?
And Kitty, I want to know that man
—so that is a perfectly good reason why
1 shouldn’t—since I am an employee in
his office. Mr. Clarke is surely a
gentleman—even it ae is a bit overly
friendly. I shall have to prove that
1 am a lady, I suppose, by being over!!'
unfriendly.
Or, won’t I? Hurry up and give
your sage opinion to
Y' oi
k’our loving
MADGE.
: Good Discipline ::
T family needs a spiritual stimu
lant during the present sea
son,” said the young girl with the
camera sltfng over her shoulder, “buy
him a camera and a tank and a scale
and a few dozen different chemicals,
and a book of directions and leave
him to his fate. The seeds of humil
ity, patience and long suffering will
bear fruit a thousand fold.
“Don’t laugh. It’s true! If you
know anything about the capital sins
you know that pride is at the head of
the list. To cure it, let some one take
a good srwift snapshot of you when
you're not lopking. It can reveal and
correct more beauty defects tnaji 52
visits to the vhop where they make
you beautiful while you wait. When
that same snapshot is three or four
years old and you gaze upon the hat
that was none too becoming in its
best days, you begin to realize that
the lily of the field had some advan
tages over Solomon.
“As for patience, amateur photog
raphy is more instructive than Bruce’s
spider and more effective than Job’s
soliloquies. When you have measured
out 16 ounces of hypo in a half-ounce
scale—which means that you have to
balance it 32 times, to the rhythmic
chant of ‘Twenty grains one scruple,
three scruples one dram, eight drams
one ounce’—and then forget whether
the last measure was the twenty-first
or twenty-second half ounce, and you
have to spill it all out and begin all
over again—if you can do it .with
cheerful heart your spiritual condition
is encouraging.
Vacation Time.
“When you have come home from
a vacation with several rolls of films
and begin developing the best and
most cherished roll, and it comes out
of the tank distinct and clear and you
drop it into a bowl of innocent looking
hot water which should have been
cold—a bowl which a member of your
family had placed carelessly at your
side—and you see your jolly groups of
bathers and canoers run into a shape
less mass of gelatin and you hold in
your hand a blank film roil, then if
you can turn to the offender and say
with serenity: 'It’s all right, I really
don’t mind—.—,’ then you have merit
ed a triple halo.
“Do you wish to understand your
neighbor? Try a group picture. In
the first place, when it comes to pos
ing a group, have you ever observed
the serene indifference with which
each member regards the position and
advantages of every other member?
The most humble and retiring indi
vidual quietly and persistently slides
into an advantageous position, re
gardless of the same desire on the
part of everyone else.
“And when that same group has
been finished and you talk about light
and shade, tone and contrast—yon
were not in it, of course—and you try
to get anyone else to observe these
points and you stay. ‘Don't you think
the shadows are good?' your friend
will invariably reply. ‘I didn’t know I
had a double chin!’ or I certainly
can’t wear a soft collar!’
“Then you suddenly realize that
your modet’t. self-effacing friend has
a normal ego.
“For social popularity the snapshot
is an open sesame. If with your ‘bread
and butter’ letter you can inclose a
few' snapshots of the infant idol of
the family, of your host’s new' chicken
coop, or your hostess’ new porch set.
the invitation to come again will be
sincere and urgent.
“When it comes to generosity this
gentle art of snapshotting has no
equal. Suppose in a rash moment you
have promised each of eight friends
a full set of twelve prints. After a
preliminary struggle with drams and
scruples you start in to print. Your
family admonishes, urges and finally
commands you to be sensible and go
to bed. but you feel that you must
persist in your altruistic endeavors.
It is midnight before you set your
96 prints to wash in a bowl of run
ning water in the kitchen sink.
“When you return at the end of an
hour you And that several of the
prints, w'ith the perversity of inani
mate things, have slipped over the
drain and a miniature Niagara is
splashing down upon the floor, on
which the water is already three
inches deep. You try a mop, which is
no more effective than a handkerchief ;
In the Gulf of Mexico. 1 '
“The heat has been off two hours
and it’s 14) degrees below zero, and
the kitchen has a west exposure, but
you open the door and sweep strenu- r-
ously and exhaustively. And you hear
the splash of the water on the porch,
on the landing below, then on the
walk in the yard, and you think of
the profile of drainage of the greafr
lakes. And you tread lightly and
softly, partly because you are re- l
luctant to dislodge the water-soaked
ceiling in the fiat below and partly
because you are afraid of waking
your family and bringing down on
your unoffending head a chorus of
‘I told you so’s.’
“After three hours of hard labor
you close the door just before the
milkman tears up the back stairs.
And then, when you come to the
breakfast table the next morning,
heavy lidded and sore of spirit, but
discreetly silent, another of your
household comes in and says in a
convincing and appealing tone: Tm
dead tired! I didn’t sleep a wink last
night! ’
“Then, if you can restrain your
words of contradiction and offer
sympathy in soft and gentle tones,
with an invisible smile for the audi
ble slumbers to the rhythm of which
you swished a broom hal ’ the night—
well, amateur photography has done
more for you than Gideon Bibles and
long weeks of fasting and sacrifice!”
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