Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, May 15, 1913, Image 13
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Some Dont’s for
Young Girls
The Magnet
Irresistible Alike to the “Fresh”—
the Vagrant—the Blase Faney!
ejftlW NELL BRINKLEY
Oopjngtot, 1018, International News Serrlo*.
The Manicure
Lady
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
D ON’T paint the rose. Don’t use
rouge or powder when under
30; after that age there Is hope
that you will have too much sense !.o
are to.
Don’t be continually using your
nands to brush your hair bark or
brush It forward, to readjust your hat,
to rub your forehead, to feel of your
.•ollar. to play with your necklace, o
button and unbutton your gloves, or
n any of the countless ways a girl
employs them that prove she can’t
Aet her mind off herself
Don't laugh in a manner indicating
that your idea of a good time is Just
noise. Leave that method of mirth to
boys under ten.
Don’t take five minutes for repeat
ing a joke that should be told In half
a minute, and expect it to be funny.
Don’t mark a favorite quotation in a
book. It is an untidy habit, and
serves only the purpose of projecting
your personality before the mental
vision of the next one who reads, to
his confusion and annoyance.
Don’t preface your remarks with
‘As Homer says,” “According to E n-
*rson,” etc. It is both priggish and
stilted.
Don’t look with a superior air at
those who neither have read nor heard
of the books published yesterday. Tne
latest books are not the best, and so
many are worthless th^t it is a sign of
a cheap intellect to find satisfaction
in them, when so many old and good
books He unread on the shelves.
Don’t be humble before fine raiment
and scornful before raiment that is
plain. This is the first and last proof
of the snob.
Don’t overestimate the strength of a
friend, nor underestimate the pow- r
of an enemy.
Don’t repeat a compliment paid you
to anyone on earth but your mother.
Don’t think that excessive polite
ness when a guest in the home of a
friend gives you the privilege of crit
icising your entertainment after it is
over.
Don’t talk sickness. The most dead
ly bores in the world are those who
linger on the memory of aches, pains
and operations, and the longer they
linger the less likely are they to get
well.
Don’t flirt. It makes your own sex
mistrust you. and leads men to re
gard you as one who could easily be
led astray.
Don’t squander your money. Take
pride In the thought that so far as
you can prevent you will never be a
burden to others. •
Don’t scorn the profit to be gained
by another’s experience. You know
those who are younger could learn
from you. Can you not see you could
learn from those who are older?
What He Needed.
First Office Boy—I told the gov
ernor to look at the dark circles un
der my eyes and see if I didn’t need a
half-day off."
Second Office Boy-What did he
ay?
i-'irst Office Boy—He said 1 needed
a bar of soap.
He Knew.
In the fairy story the teacher was
telling her boys of the woes of the
"beautiful damsel."
“What is a damsel, boys?’ she
asked, and the bright lad replied:
“A small plum, miss.”
WOMAN COULD
NOT WALK
She Was So Ill—Restored
to Health by Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound.
Pentwaler, Mich.—"A year ago I
was very weak and the doctor said I
had a serious
displace m e n t. I
had backache and
bearing down
pains so bad that
I could not sit in
a chair or walk
across the floor
and I was in se
vere pain all the
time. I felt dis
couraged, as I
had taken every
thing I could
think of and was
no better. I be
gan taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg
etable Compound and now I am
strong and healthy."—MRS. ALICE
DARLING, R. F. D. No. 2, Box 77,
Pentwater, Mich.
Read What Another Woman Says.
Peoria, Ill.—“I had such backaches
that T could hardly stand on my feet.
I would feel like crying out, lots of
times, and had such a heavy feeling
in my right side. I had such terri
ble dull headaches every day, and
they would make me feel so drowsy
and sleepy all the time, yet I could
not sleep at night.
"After I had taken Lydia E. Pink-
ham’s Vegetable Compound for a
week I began to improve. My back
ache was less and that heavy feel
ing in mv side went away. I con
tinued to take the Compound and am
cured.
"You may publish (his if you wish.'
—MISS CLARA L. GAP WITZ, R. R.
No. 4, Box «2, Peoria. Ill.
Such letters prove the value of Lj -
dia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound for woman's ills. Why don’t
you try It?
Nell
J UST a bit of a failing it is—our most beloved weakness—
to stop and smile at a baby’s face. Crabbed, life-wom
old man—his shuffling feet waver and halt and a smile
crinkles his winter-face. Heavy, shiny old lady, her mind lost
these many years in dulled things of memory and the aches of
present “rheumatics”—she glows down upon the bit of pink
life with a ghost of her old girlish beauty on her broad face.
The handsome wretch of a young chap with nothing on his
mind but a smart, soft hat and the fact that it is good to live in
the Spring-time—he slows his lively feet long enough to flash
Brinkley-
down an admiring grin, mutter “Keen little beggar,” and go
off with an odd stirring in his mind of a latent dream.
The chic little peach of a girl with a dream of a chapeau
atop her curls, a hint of rouge on her cheekbones, taking her
abbreviated little steps in tight swathed silk, stops dead, digs
her smooth white fists in her hips and stays a very long time—
her mouth curved in sudden sweetness—a brooding under
standing in her eyes, lost in what is probably her first uncon
scious pose that day.
A slim aristocrat, airing her tov-dog. lingers with prettv
dragging feet, her face a mixture of half-delight, half-envy—
and all sadness. I imagined I caught the glimmer of tears in
her fine eyes—but then I have a lively imagination—maybe it
was the sun—or I WANTED to see them there. And up at the
top of the curving park walk—the big blue “cop” beams
down at the little mother and the slow-moving white baby
carriage.
He cannot see that far what’s in it, hut he knows it’s the
keenest thing ever and his heart pulls that way all by itself!
Just a beloved weakness of ours—to show our naked souls in
our eyes—to slow our busy feet—to smile-—when we see &
habv’s face.
By WILLIAM F. KIRI
U T ° r
I cri
GOT to go to a dentist this aft-
rnoon,” said the Manicure
Lady, “and, honest to goodness,
George, I’d just as soon get shot at
sunrise. I would even a little rather
get shot at sunrise, because I think I
could die kind of brave, with my face
to the leveled guns, but every time I
think about this afternoon I get chills
and fever, and might just as well
admit that I am a plain coward.”
"Lots of brave people loses their
nerve when they go to a dentist,” said
the Head Barber. “But I don’t blame
them any, because it sure Is torture,”
he added encouragingly.
“I never had no teeth filled before,”
said the Manicure Lady. “That was
one thing for which all of my ad
mirers always admired me for. jyiy
teetli has been called everything by
m.v admirers, from pearls strung to
gether to dainty bits of purest ivory.
Being that the teeth is part of the
skull, I never cared much for that
Ivory expression, but the fellows that
said that always meant well, any
how. ,
"Well, just as I am beginning to
get all swelled up and think that
nothing ts ever going to happen to
my teeth, they begin to ache some
thing fierce. At first I think it comes
from drinking too much Ice water,
and for a few days I stayed away
from ice water as careful as father
does. The old gent thought the same
about it as I did, saying that Ice wa
ter was never made for no mortal to
drink, and that any water at all had
Its limitations except to cook and
wash with, but the teeth didn’t seem
to notice that I wasn’t Ice watering.
They kept on aching fiercer and
fiercer, like the heart of a Bertha
Clay heroine after she has fell off the
limited train of love.
Eating Too Much.
“'Then I figured it must be that I
was eating too much sweet stuff, so
I. laid off on the sweet stuff and ate
as many pickles as a shopgirl. It
wasn’t no use. George. Them teeth
just kept on aching, and sometimes
In the night I suffered so that I
wished I could die. I guess if a rainy
night had came then I would have
done the old German farmer act at
that, but I always figured that sui
cide is kind of cowardly, and, besides,
I didn’t have tire nerve.”
/‘What did you try next?” asked
the Head Bar tier. '
“Oh, after them teeth didn't show
no signs at all of letting up, I went
to a dentist as a kind of last resort.
The dentist must have been a son of
some old prospector, because he be
gan picking around my teeth and I
guess he must have sunk a dozen
shafts or so before he finally told me
that I had two perfectly good teeth
without no cavity in them. He said
that the rest of them, outside of the
fact that they looked like human
teeth all right, was on the fritz. He
said I would have to have about five
or six weeks’ work done on them.”
“That’s the bunk,” said the Head
Barber. “He could easy fix them up
in one afternoon if he wanted to, and
It wouldn’t coat you over a ten spot.
Ten dollars for half a day ought to
be good enough for a dentist, If a
barber has to w’ork hard about three
days for that much.”
One Awful Pain.
“Well, I’m sure I don’t know what
he Is going to soak me,” said the
Manicure Lady, “but that ain’t what's
bothering me. Iffe the thought of
the awful pain I’ve got coming to
me. I suppose it will be as bad as
that Spanish Requisition, where they
used to stay awake nights thinking
of new ways to make their victims
squeal. Gee, 1 wish Joe Blow or
somebody would call me up and ask
me to go motoring for a good excuse
to brc*ak my dentist date, but the
bookmakers ain’t got no autos no
more Since them good old racing days
is gone. Gee, George, can’t you hear
them teeth aching?”
A Powerful Story of Ad
venture, Intrigue and Love
WITHIN THE LAW
By MARVIN DANA, from the
Play of BERNARD VEILLER
Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany The play “Within the Law" 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 the ex
clusive rights of the representation
and performance of “Within the I^aw”
in all lanages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
• Mary disregarded the frivolous In
terruption, and went on speaking to
the girl, and now there was some
thing pleasantly cajoling In hen man
ner.
“Suppose I should stake you for
the present, and get you In with a
good crowd. All you would have to
do would be to answer advertisements
for servant girls. I will see that you
have the best of references. Then,
when you get in with the right peo
ple, you will open the front door some
night and let In the gang. Of
course, you will make a getaway
when they do, and get your bit as
well.”
There flashed still another of the
swift, sly glances, and the lips of the
girl parted as if she would speak.
But she did not; only, her head
sagged even lower on her breast, and
the shrunken form grew yet more
shrunken. Mary, watching closely,
saw these signs, and in the same in
stant a change came over her. Where
before there had been an underlying
suggestion of hardness, there was
now a womanly warmth of genuine
sympathy.
“It doesn’t suit you?” she said, very
softly. “Good! I was in hopes it
wouldn’t. Bo, here’s another plan.”
Her voice had become very winning.
“Suppose you could go West—some
place where you would have a fair
chance, with money enough so you
could live like a human being till you
got a start?”
There came a tensing of the re
laxed form', and the head lifted a lit
tle so that the girl could look at her
questioner. And. this time, the
glance, though of the briefest, was
less furtive.
"I will give you that chance,” Mary
said simply, “if you really want it.”
That speech was like a current of
strength to the wretched girl. She
sat suddenly erect, and her words
came eagerly.
“Oh, I do.” And now her hungry
gaze remained fast on the face of the
woman who offered her salvation.
Mary sprang up and moved a step
toward the girl, who continued to
stare at her, fascinated. She was now
all wholesome. The memory of her
own wrongs surged In her during this
moment only to make her more ap
preciative of, the blessedness over
this waif for whom she might prove
a beneficent providence. There was
profound conviction in the emphasis
with which she spoke her warning.
“Then I have Just one thing to say
to you first. If you are going to live
straight, start straight, and then go
through with It. Do you know what
that means?”
“You mean, keep straight all the
time?’’ The girl spoke with a force
drawn from the other's strength.
“I mean more than that,” Mary
went on earnestly. “I mean, forget
that you were ever In prison. I don’t
know what you have done—I don’t
think I care. But whatever it was,
you have paid for It—a pretty big
price, too.” Into these last words
there crept the pa«thos of one who
knew. The sympathy of it stirred the
listener to fearful memories.
“I have. I have!” The thin voice
broke, walling.
“Yes, I Promise.”
"Well, then,” Mary went on. “just
begin all over again, and be sure you
stand up for your rights. Don’t let
them make you pay a second time. Go
where no one knows you, and don’t
tell the first people who are kind to
you that you have been crooked. If
they think you are straight, why, be
it. Then nobody will have any right
to complain.” Her tone grew sud
denly pleading. “Will you promise
me this?”
“Yes, I promise,” came the answer,
very gravely, quickened with hope.
“Good!” Mary exclaimed, with a
smile of approval. “Walt a minute,”
she added, and left the room.
“Huh! Pretty soft for some peo
ple.” Aggie remarked to Garson with
a sniff. She felt no alarm lest she
wound the sensibilities of the girl.
She herself had never let delicacy in
terfere between herself and money. It
was really stranger fhdt the forger,
who possessed a more sympathetic
nature, did not sciuple to speak an
assent openly. Somehow, he felt an
inexplicable prejudice against this ab
ject recipient of Mary's bounty,
though not for the world would he
have ticked the generous impulse on
SYNOPSIS.
Mary Turner, an orphan, employed
in Edward Gilder’s department store,
is accused of theft and sent to prison,
though innocent. Aggie Lynch, a
convict friend of Mary’s at Burn
sing, sees good “possibilities” for her
in the world of crime. Upon Mary’s
release she is continually hounded
and in desperation throws herself
into the North River. Joe Garson, a
forger, rescues her and keeps her
ana Aggie in luxury, though living
chaste lives. Mary becomes the lead
er of a band of swindlers, robbing
only the unscrupulous and keeping
alw’ays “within the law.’’ Gilder's
son Dick meets and loves Mary, who
seeks to wreak vengeance on the
father through the son. A girl who
has been in prison hears of Mary’s
charitable disposition, calls on her
and faints from want of nourishment.
Now Go on With the Story
the part of the woman he so revered.
It was his instinct on her behalf that
made him now vaguely uneasy, as if
he sensed some malign influence
against her there present with them.
Mary returned soon. In her hand
she carried a roll of bills. She went
to the girl and held out the money.
Her voice was business-like now, but
very kind*
“Take this. It will pay your car
fare West, and keep you quite a while
if you .are careful.”
But, without warning, a revulsion
seized on the girl. Of a sudden, she
shrank again and turned her head
away and her body» trembled.
“I can’t take it,” she stammered. “I
can’t! I can!’t”
Mary stood silent for a moment
from sheer amazement over the
change. When she spoke her voice
had hardened a little. It Is not agree
able to have one’s beneficence flouted.
“Didn’t you come here for help?”
she demanded.
“Yes,” was the faltering reply, “but
—but—I didn’t know—it was you!”
The words came with a rush of des
peration.
“Then you have met me before?”
Mary said, quietly.
“No, no!” The girl's voice rose
shrill.
Aggie spoke her mind with com
mendable frankness.
“Hhe’s lying.”
And, once again. Garson agreed.
His yes was spoken in a tone of
complete certainty. That Mary, too,
was of their opinion was shown in
her next words.
“So, you have met me before?
Where?”
The girl unwittingly made confes
sion in her halting words.
“I—I can’t tell you.” There was
despair in her voice.
“You must.” Mary spoke with se
verity. She felt that this mystery
held in It something sinister to her
self. “You must,” she repeated im
periously.
The girl only crouched lower.
“I can’t!" she cried again. She
was panting as if in exhaustion.
“Why can’t you?” Mary Insisted.
She had no sympathy now’ for the
girl’s distress, merely a great sus
picious curiosity,
“Because—-because—” The girl
could not go on.
Mary's usual shrewdness came te
her aid and she put her next ques
tion in a different direction.
“What were you sent up for?” she
asked briskly. “Tell me.”
It was Garson who broke the si
lence that followed.
“rome on, now’!” he ordered. There
was* a savage note in his voice under
which the girl visibly winced. Mary
made a gesture toward him that he
should not interfere. Nevertheless
the man’s command had In it a threat
which the girl could not resist and
she answered, though with a reluct
ance that made the words seem
dragged from her by some outside
force—as Indeed they were.
“For stealing.”
“Stealing what?” Mary asked.
“Goods.”
“Where from?”
“You Are! You Are!”
A reply came in a breath so low
that it was barely audible.
“The Emporium.”
In a flash of intuition the whole
truth was revealed to the woman who
stood looking down at the cowering
creature before her.
“The Emporium!” sho repeated.
There was a tragedy in the single
word. Her voice grow cold with hate,
the hate born of Innocence long tor
tured. “Then you are the one who—”
The accusation was (Ait short by
the girl’s shriek.
“I am not! I am not, I tell you. ’
For a moment Mary lost her poise
Her voice roes in a flare of rage.
“You are! You are’”
The ( raven spirit of the girl could
struggle no more. She could only sit
in a huddled, phuklhg heap of dread.
The woman before her had been dis
ciplined by sorrow to sternest self-
control. Though racked by emotions
most intolerable, Mary soon mastered
their expression to such «n extent
that when she spoke again, as If in
self-communion. her words came
quietly, yet with overtones of a su
preme woe.
“Hhe did it!” Then, afer a little,
she addressed the girl with a certain
wondering before this mystery of
horror. “Why did you throw the
blame on me?”
Broken With Fear.
The girl made several efforts be
fore -her mumbling became intelligible,
and then her speech was gasping,
broken with fear.
“I found out they were watching
me, and I was afraid they would catch
me. So, 1 took them and ran into
the cloak room, and put them in a
locker that wasn’t close to mine, an3
some in the pocket of a coat that was
hanging there. God knows I didn't
know whose it was. I Just put them I
there—I was frightened—”
"And you let me go to prison for
three years!” There was a menace In
Mary’s voice under which the girl |
cringed again.
“I was scared,” she whined. “I didn't
dare to tell.”
“But they caught you later,” Mary
went on, inexorably. “Why didn’t you
tell then?”
“I was afraid,” came the answer
from the shuddering girl. “I told them
it was the first time I had taken any
thing and they let me off with a
year.”
Once more the wrath of the victim
flamed high.
“You!” Mary cried. “You cried and
lied, and they let you off with a year.
I wouldn’t cry. I told the truth -
and—” Her voice broke in a tearless
sob. The color had gone out of her
face, and she stood rigid, looking
down at the girl whose crime had
ruined her life with an expression of
infinite loathing in her eyes. Garson
rose from his chair as If to go to her,
and his gaze went from the woman
he had saved from the river to the
girl who had been the first cause if
her seeking a grave in the waters.
Yet. though he longed with every fiber
of him to comfort the stricken wom
an, he did not dare intrude upon he>
in this time of her anguish, but quiet
ly dropped back into his seat and sit
watching with eyes now tender, now
baleful, as they shifted their direction.
T« Be Continued To*morrow.
Strengthening Food for Hard Workers
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doctor—that there is more real nutrition in a 5c pack
age of Faust Macaroni than in 2 lbs. of beef at 12 times
that price. You get more nutrition—better
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5c and 10c
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