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Even in the Great National Game
Desmond Can’t Play Fair
Dauntless Durham of the
CopgPTifht, 1918, International Ntwa Sarnie*
G’vvAN MISTAH
ITS FUMWV! 1
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FAST OME, BUT I'LL
HIT THE BAU_ RK*HT
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two vraiicei om this bunk hero
Durham, hc will never mare-
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By Cliff Sterrett
Just a Slight Mistake on the Collector’s Part
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By Tom McNamara
Tou Can’t Fool That Kid Step-Sister of Eaglebeak’s
Rerstered United State* Patent Office
FOOD fOR FAM6
cooked
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f^S§m ' Po °L HER,
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B!6 SfEP BROIHER
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TO HIS" TOKJBON^'LESSON TOR. TWO
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PLACE AND PA Told ma TO TEll■/
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A MEUJ GOY NOLO, HES A LEFT HANDER. 1 .
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The Dingbat Family
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. fi.VTmDAY, MA Y17. 1913
\*i> The Old Man’s Sentiments Were Cordially Received
Copyright. 1913. International New* SerOc*
By Herriman
By MAX.
A PRIL 2.—I once Imagined, in the
cock-sure, »elf-sHtisfled man
ner of my sex, that I knew oil
about woman. 1 thought It was like
looking into a stream so limpid that
nothing was hidden by anything as
vague as a shadow, but I know now
that it Is more like gazing Into a
mirror which throws back one’s own
rellection and reveals nothing of It
self.
For these many years I have been
gazing into the mirror Sally Spencer
held before me and thought I saw
the soul of the woman. I realize to
day that I saw only my own opin
ions of her.
I have learned much through her
sorrows; 1, who had known her close
ly and intimately for many years and
did not know she had a grief!
It has given me many an hour of
painful reflection. Somehow' I seem
to see a dreary procession of wom
en. each bearing on her shoulders a
burden that grows heavier and heav-
! ler as Infirmities approach and the
i charms of youth vanish. And that
burden is man’s love! We give it as
if it were endowing a most precious
i Jewel.
“It will serve as a magic,’* we tell
her, “to keep away loneliness and re
gret and pain and sorrow. Only ac
cept it and wear it, and you will lead
a charmed life.”
Young and Gay.
She Is young and gay and thought
less when we torment her to accept
our love. She doesn’t know that the
precious Jewel is only a worthless
bauble. She hasn’t learned from the
experience of her older sisters that
the woman who accepts this love of
man finds it no magic in banishing
loneliness and regret and pain and
sorrow*, but rather a lodestone that
attracts them.
“It is fight, fight, fight all the time;
a fight to retain my personal charms;
a fight to keep him Interested; a
fight to forget myself In satisfying
every longing he may have, physical,
mental or spiritual; a fight to give
him just so much of myself he will
never know satiety and will always
want more; a fight to keep him from
the clutches of that Other Woman,
always standing like a threatening
phantom in the background, and thm
when I have his love, what do I pos
sess? Something about as lasting as
a soap bubble and never worth the
price! ’’
That was the cry of Sally Spencer,
and It seems to me to be the cry of
all the wives dragging in weary pro
cession before my mental vision. They
are all fighting so hard to keep th
love some man once urged them to
accept, and we, who should be the
ones to fight to keep the love of wom
an. are cruel in the knowledge that
having once won her love so easi\
and thoughtlessly we have won il *
for life.
I have seen a great deal of Sallj
since the morning a week ago wher.
she dropped the mirror she had al
ways held before her and let me see
into the depths of her soul. She
seems to find a greater joy in the
presence of the children, something
deeper than joy. in fact, a comfort, a
promise, a forgetfulness.
“I always wanted a baby,” she said '
wistfully one day, “but Jack didn’t.”
On another occasion she remarked
that every wife made a great mistake
in thinking that the love a man had
for her would be the greater if there
w*ere no children to share it. “It
grows less.” with a sigh, “and I wish
I could tell this to all young wives.”
She says little about Jack’s wan
derings into forbidden paths, but 1
gather from chance remarks that
they had not been numerous, but have
been serious while they lasted.
“Every man,” bending her head
over a rent in a doll dress which she
was repairing, “stations his wife at
a fixed post and wanders away,
knowing he will find her there with
arms outstretched to welcome him
■whenever it suits him to return. If
she reproaches, if she chides, if she
weeps, he will only wander off again,
and remain longer. She must smile,
with her arms outstretched, grateful
that he returns to her; ignoring for
the sake of her happiness ahd the
security of her home the fact that he
comes back with another woman's
I kisses still warm on his lips.”
She Knew Max.
She said it as if thinking aloud
And I, as one who also though aloud,
replied: "Yet, knowing this, you one*
almost made a match between Mar-
| garet Hill and me. I can’t imagln*
she would stand on’a fixed post w'lth
her arms outstretched In forgiveness
She is good; so good she is removed
above every understanding of temp
tation; so good she could never for
give."
"But you would not w-ander away,
Max. I know you better than you
know yourself." j
"I am not a better man than Jack
Spencer.”
“No," thoughtfully. “In many ways
you are not as good. But you are
nearly 50, and you have spent a life
time in following your impulses. You
have found it doesn't satisfy. When
you sit alone and think of the past
it is with regret and humiliation for
what you have done. When Jack
Spencer is in meditative mood, he is-
regretting what he didn't do."
“But why -“ I began.
"Because I married him when he
was very young and have taken care
that he had no opportunities. The
wild oats crop he might have sowed
is always a pleasing retrospect to a
man who has been kept good in spite
of himself."
“Here,” holding up a diminutive
garment of muslin and lace, "is the
party dress of the Princess Aline, just
as good as new."
Manette climbed to her lap to as
sist in robing the Princess Aline, ana
the brown-eyed pup barked so fierce
ly for the place occupied by Her Royal
Highness on Manette s lap, and made
such frantic efforts to get there, that '
1 lifted him up, and then stood back,
laughing at the picture they made.
It was not till we were escorting
Mrs. Spencer home an hour later that
I found chance to ask the question I
had been asking myself over and over
again;
“Knowing Jack's weakness, why do
you invite the widow to your house?”
It was not till we had reached the
steps, and she had given good-bv
kisses to her little hostesses and ail
their dolls, and had shaken hands
with the brown-eyed pup and the kit
tens. that she replied:
“When a mother is so prompt In
saving her child from the fire that It
is never burned. It never learns not
to play with fire. I intend to let
■lack Spencer get so badly burned this
time th^t he will never go near the
flames again."
And I had always thought In the
cacksure, self-satisfied manner of my
sex, that I knew all about woman!