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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, MA Y17. 1913. The Dingbat Family The Old Man's Sentiments Were Cordially Received Copyright, 1913. International New* Seroce By Herriman Sweet Trends, t o Ajot Hand Wok Lowlh mcm&ouam'L w Rough %rvrr. Ton Ato Doubt mj B6 Simple- Heart, beats The vr*y / t>EMT/ME/JT'S I WAVE- OUST r ' - EXPftEGSfcfr J Ac>D)?ts^ A p£w ujoPDs To you I oku the csReay Social. , economic . AMD RXITICAL UPHEAVAL U/HICI \ AIOUJ PILING UP OM THE HORII20/ Y OUR COWSTiTUT/OA)ALIGHTS Missy D/m & bat ; talk big ~ ‘ HE PAY me /HowesT talk, .. . 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P. c, 8 I .*>89 S «f .STJfc ** V‘*SS6 HlNKie& (j iamT SKIN N’T SHANER'S 6006LT DEPARTMENT SHANER'S ORAWNG no ' ?0 'CL-v LESSONS THAT THERE'S the gink LUHAT TAMED YOUR STEP BROTHERS Tap DO THAT SATISFY YOU? ; , - HE% WERE 60NNA HAVE •STRAUSBERRY SHORT CAKE I — FCR SOPPER f M^pTi To- night ' d ! / A\MWW txvsir WEAKEN THE MOOsl Gn&xvi tc wflJSfouLAjLftt what ocss the Buffalo ON TOE NEW NICKEL stand for-‘cause he CANT SIT DOlUN - AUJ 6AUJANI A*We. sn& fit io-dbjfr FROM ‘AJM'-TONKBES l/.SA. WH£A) IS A SOLD/ERj AJOFA SOLDIER.? A Bachelor’s Diary By MAX. A PRIL 2.—I once Imagined, in the cock-sure, pelf-satisfled man ner of my sex, that I knew nil 1 about woman. I thought It was like | looking into a stream so limpid that nothing was hidden by anything as i vague as a shadow, but I know now that it is more' like gazing into a mirror which throws hack one’s own reflection and reveals nothing of it self. For these many years T have been gazing into the mirror Sally Spencer | held before me and thought *1 saw the soul of the woman. I realize to- I day that I saw' only my own opin ions of her. 1 have learned much through her ! sorrows; I, 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 r I seem to see a dreary procession of wom en, each bearing on her shoulders a burden that grows heavier and heav ier as infirmities approach and the 1 charms of youth vanish. And that burden is man’s love! We give It as if it were endowing a most precious ! 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- I 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 th:n j 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 •> 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 ,50 easi'» and thoughtlessly w r e have ay on it 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 comforf, a promise, a forgetfulness. “I always w’anted 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 therp were no children to share it. -“It grows less,” with a sigh, “and I wish I could tell this to all young wives.’ 1 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 w’hile 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 w’henever 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 and the security of her home the fact that he comes back with another woman’# 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 with 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 wander aw’ay, Max, I know you better than you know yourself.” “I am not a better man than Jack Spencer." “No,” thoughtfully, “in many ways you are not as good. But you ars nearly 50, and you have spent a life time in following your impulses. You have found it doesn’t satisfy. When you sit aldne 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 w hy ” i began. “Because I nlarried 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, an* 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 I lifted him up, and then stood back, laughing at the picture they made. It was not till we w r ere 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 klsses to her little hostesses and all 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 Jack Spencer get so badly burned this time that 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 womani.