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“I: By WILLIAM F. KIRK. * JUST wish I knew how to advise Sister Mayme about getting: mar- “ ried, George,’’ said the Manicure Lady. “The poor girl Is up in the air a mile, ajid has come to me often of late for that sisterly counsel which no younger sister should be without. I just don’t know what to tell her about the young man that she is thinking of making her sparring partner for life. It is one of the most delicate positions in which I have ever been placed in.” ‘‘I wouldn’t advise nobody about get ting married.’’ declared the Head Bar ber. “It is hard enough to frame up a happy scheme for oneself without trying to coach other people. I just happened to strike It lucky when I got married, and I am so busy Thanking the stars ever since that I ain’t got any time to 'tell othep couples whether they should take the leap or not.” No Use Trying. ”1 feel kind of that way myself,” said the Manicure Lady. “You see, George, Mayme has brought the subject up so often it Is hard for me to show any in diffidence or whatever they call it when you act cool and don’t care. And I have saw her young man several times, and the worst of it is I can’t seem to like him the way a sister-in-law ought to like the gent which marries her sis ter. He is a kind of a Joe, no matter how I try to think better of him, and goodness knows, George, there ain’t no use of me trying to like a man which has water on the brain. I have met too many wise Ikes for that. It’s all right to talk about lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine, but I would rather marry a rummy than a fathead, though there ain’t a awful lot of choice at that.” “Is he a good looker?” asked the Head Barber. "If he is tall and slender, it won’t be no use for you to knock him to your sister. If a girl happens to fall In love with a fat man. it is easy for some third party to differ her, be cause a fat man’s hold on any girl’s affection is about as tight as dry sand; but if he is a slim, romantic cuss like them knights of old. he could climb twenty porches in a week and kill a few owners in doing so, and still hold the love of the girl he wanted.” “Mayme’s beau is tall and slim enough,” replied the Manicure Lady, “even to his head, which is about as far between the ears as the distance in the alphabet from 'a’ to ‘b.’ His clothes fits him fine because they don’t touch him nowhere to speak of and don’t need much pressing the way his suit with Mayme needs. But he ain't intellectual. 'George, and there’s no use of Mayme trying to say he is. Not Intellectual. "I was entertaining him a few min utes the other night when 'Mayme was powdering her nose, and when I tried to talk about all of them old Greek gods of ancient times, like Pluto and Venus and l>aniel In the lion’s den. he was so thick that he didn’t seem to know what 1 was talking about at all All he wanted to lalk about was how Montgomery was sure to win the pen nant “You see whet I mean. George? A gent that ain’t intellectual is sure to be a poor husband for a girl like Mayme or me Gents that ain't intellectual is all right for husbands when the sun is shining, and they can take you out to Lakewood or somewhere, but when it is raining or dark so you can’t go nowhere, and you have to set all tne evening with a husband that don’t know who discovered the Pyramids, then marriage ain’t no good for nobody.” Now It's a Tango Garter Silken Shield to Stocking The Tango Garter is a frou-frou of silken fringe, designed supplant the petticoat under th e Tango walking skirt. The Girl and Her Mother It It Not the Girl Who Is hriendly With Her Mother Who Goes Wrong T HE Tango garter comes in the wake of the Tango skirt. It is to supplant the petticoat entirely. It consists of a foot-wide fringe of any color to match the slit-up frock with which it is worn It is fastened to a covered elastic band fitting snugly below the knee—the knee that belongs to the right or "walking foot”—so that when the Tango walking skirt opens up the stocking doesn't show, but a frou frou of silken fringe which, as the French say, gives a “seal” to the effect. The Tango garter was invent ed by an American tailor, A. M. Grean. who founded the Ameri can Tailors and Dressmakers’ Association. Grean has been asked by a great Parisian dress maker to sell the French rights for the garter. By DOROTHY DIX. ftt’A HERE is no other human relatlon- I ship that should be so close as that between mother and daugh ter. Every step that the girl must tread the mother has already trodden before her; every experience that the girl must undergo the mother has al ready known; every impulse that stirs the girl's heart the mother has already felt. And o e would think that out of this very ur .nimity of sex. and blood, and knowledge, and experience there would grow a sympathy and affection that would be the strongest tie on earth. This is far enough from being the case. There is no other girl alive with whom the average woman feels so un acquainted as with her own daughter, and there is no other woman in the en tire universe to whom the girl could not easier open her heart than to her own mother. No one will deny the truth of this assertion, or question that this es trangement between mothers and daughters offers a grave problem for the consideration of parents. For one thing, it robs the two w^men of the sweetest, the most unselfish, and the purest love they can ever know; and, for another, it deprives the girl of the protection and guidance that would prevent many a young creature from making a .ship wreck of her life. It is not-the girl who is friends with her mother and who tells her what she thinks who goes wrong; it is the girl who goes to fortune-tellers for advice, who confides her heart secrets to strangers, who meets on the streets men of whom her mother never heard, and who finds every place more home like than her own home, who furnishes the skeleton for so many family closets. Many reasons may be given for this unfortunate state of affairs, tjie most obvious of which is that we put too much stress on what we call natural af fection. We do not love people simply because they are kin to us; we love them because they are congenial to us and because they do something to make us love them. It is said that blood is thicker than water, but it is often also sourer than vinegar, and there are no other people that so set our teeth on edge as the uncongenial people of our own family, to whom we are bound by the ties of relationship. Some Better Claim. No girl ever yet whispered her shy-lit- le secrets to her mother because her mother had a right to know what she thought and felt; no girl was ever com panionable with her mother because she <»wed her mother some return for years of care and service. The woman who wants to be her daughter's best friend has to establish some better claim upon the girl's affection than that. She has to make the girl feel that her love and sympathy are an unfailing fountain, to which she can always turn to refresh herself, and this not only in big things, but in little ones. Few’ mothers have this comprehen sion of their daughters. They might symi^afhize about a ruined dress, for clothes are a common level on which all women meet, but when It comes to lit tle things in which the mother has no personal Interest, the girl w’ho expects sympathy of her mother generally asks for bread and is given a stone. In the majority of cases a mother's sympathy narrows down to purely personal tastes and when you hear a woman lamenting that her Mary is “queer” or her Sally such a “disapointment,” ninety-nine times out of a hundred it is merely a case of Mary or Sally wanting to do something that her mother never wanted to do. Critic on the Hearth. Another bar between mothers and daughters is that the mother so often allows herself to be nothing but the critic on the hearth, and keeps herself in a sternly disapproving attitude that frightens away every confidence as com- letely as a scarecrow does timid birds. If there ever was a time when she was silly and giggling she has forgetten it. If there ever was a time when she thought it a triumph to adorn herself in seventeen secret fraternity pins and wear college colors, and considered it madly facinating to have callow youths w’rite their names on her fan, she ig nores it. Now the girl Is miserably conscious that she and her friends fall far below that exalted standard. She knows her mother deapises them accordingly, and she protects herself as best she can by silence, and by keeping her chums, male an<l female, out of her mother’s sight. It's no. wonder that the girl w r ho knows that her mother is going to ridicule her friends meets them elsewhere than in her own home. It’s the mother with the chronic “don't” habit who drives her daughters into actual wrongdoing. Another potent cause of friction be tween mothers and daughters is In the inability of mothers to realize that their daughters are grown and have the rights of grown people. There is, ap parently. no other thing so impossible as for parents to see that their adult children resent being treated like babies. Sometimes a father rises t<f the height of granting his son liberty to do as he pleases, but as long as a girl remains at home her mother considers she has a perfect right to dictate to her about her clothes, what she shall eat. and think, and believe, and hOw she shall breathe. There is nothing new in these sug gestions. Almost every mother’s daugh ter of us (has had a good mother, who would have died for us—and who rubbed us continually the wrong way. We remember how she worked for us. and sacrificed for us, and how she bossed us, and the wonder of it all is that, having been through it all, and know ing just f»ow a girl felt, we should be passing the same kind of blundering affection on to our own daughters. Here Are the Winners in “ihe Iriple Tie” Contest The Kmgsland Road Ghost AN ABSORBING MYSTERY STORY “B' |E$N working?” “In a sense,” he answered carefully, “yes.” ‘‘You’ve just come from a race meeting?” she challenged. ‘‘Them bright eyes of yours,” he said with a waggish nod of the head, “can see through anything.” “They can see through you, any way. What do you mean by it? What's your idea? I told you as dis tinctly as I could speak that if you wanter to be off on one of those silly old trips you'd got to ask me first. Now, why didn’t you get my permis sion. Mr. Nicholls?” “I’ll tell you,” he replied. “It was simply because I knowed quite well you wouldn't give it.” “Did you back anything?" He gave an affirmative nod. "And,” Miss Cave sighed, “you haven’t got any better sense—you, a man like you, with a very tidy agency that brings in good money—no better sense than go squandering it on a game like this. It isn’t as though you knew anything about it. I saw you onc e on a horse before you were married to your first wife, and I never laughed so much in the whole course of my existence.” “There seems to be some slight mis understanding,” said Mr. Nicholls, helping himself to a scone. “I’m not a jockey. I’m not one of those cheap sports that sit on the ponies. The part I play is keeping my two eyes well open and now and again putting on a modest dollar, or sometimes as much as a five spot.” “And you generally lose.” “I generally lose, as you say.” “How much have you lost to-day?” Very Plesaed. “To-day,” he said, making a mental calculation, "allowing for the expense of railway fare and a little refresh ment in the shape of lunch that I sh’d have had even if I stayed at home, I found myself five dollars to the good. I bought this bracelet for you.” “William,” she cried, accepting the gift, “I do belirve I’m scarcely ever out of your thought.” The shop was not well adapted for suitable expression of thanks; more than once, on previous occasions, a child’s comment from the outside of the window had alarmed the two. Miss Cave fixed the bracelet around her wrist, drew back her sleeve a lit tle, the better to Judge the effect. They were both of an age that has left delicate sentiment far behind, and she had no compunction in asking how much had been j*aid for the article, and he, in furnishing particular*, had no hesitation in doubling the amount. A boy entered and examined, in a disparaging way, the stock of rock cakes. “All the same, William,” said Miss Cave, speaking in a low mann< r of gentle reproach. "1 don’t take back anything I said. I was going to call you double-dealing, and double-deal ing is the term I must apply to you.” "Two faces are better than one.” “It isn’t a matter to make a joke about.” “Lady friends come to me and men tion what they know about your go ings on ” “I’ll lay a dollar,” he interrupted with spirit, “that they don’t restrict themselves to what they know. I’ll be bound what they don’t know they make up.” “And some of them are aware of what you promised your poor wife the last Sunday she-was in the‘Met ropolitan Hospital. She Said, poor creature, ‘William, promise me you'll never bet again,’ and you gave your word. And she said. 'William, prom ise me you’ll never drink again,’ and you gave your word.” “If the nurse hadn’t come up and told me it was time to go, Mrs. Nich- olls would have asked me to promise never to eat again. You've got .o make some allowance for the pecul iarities of the situation. I should have promised her anything in the circum stances, and I should have felt my self justified in so doing." He slapped at the counter to give added force <o his argument. "I’d much rather we didn’t discuss the matter, you and me, Clara; otherwise, we shall come to Historic College For Women Wesleyan f TACON, GEORGIA Delightful climate. Thorough and extensive course of study. Music, Art and Oratory of the highest order. Illustrious body of alum nae, choice student body, ideal home life, stu dent government, excellent faculty, splendid boarding department and good athletics. The oldest and one of the choicest gn at colleges for women in the world. Address. Dept. M. C. R. JENKINS, Georgia Macon words, in which case we are likely to both say a lot more than what we mean. I was nagged at quite enough, 1 assure you, in my first wife's time, and I don't want any mor/?. What ever appetite I had for that kind of sport is satisfied.” "Her unmarried sister was in here yesterday.” "Her sister was born unmarried,” said Mr. Nicholls, violently, "and if she don’t look out, she’ll be unmar ried to the end. I’ve never seen her, and I jolly well don’t want to, but ” "Keep cool," ordered Miss Cave. "She was telling me something I didn’t properly realize before. Ap parently, as you were coming out’ <*f the ward, your poor wife called you back and she said, ‘William, if you don’t keep your vow, I shall haunt you till the last day of your life.’ Is that a fact?” "She was a great reader," he ex plained, uneasily, “and she used to stuff more into her noodle than her brain would properly hold. What struck me at the time was that she was just saying a bit she had learnt out .of some magazine or book, or what not.” "She did say it, then?” “Never Haunted Me.’’ “Words something to that effect. Rut if it’s any gratification to you or to that unmarried sister—I don’t know w hat else to call her, or I’d give her a name—why, the poor soul, as a matter of fact, never has haunted me, and If she did 1 shouldn't take no special notice.” He moved to the doorway. "Where are you going off to, Wil liam?” "1 am going,” he replied, deliberate ly, “along to my club, where I can meet gentlemen of my own set and indulge in a little common sense con versation. Good evening, Clara, and take care of yourself." "Seems ratty about something," she remarked to herself in a puzzled way when he had gone. "Wonder what I can have said to upset him.” Trade proved brisk that evening, and the girl who, after school hours assisted Miss Cave with household tasks, and was being trained by her with great severity, had the honor more than once of being called into the shop to assist in serving custom ers. At 8 o’clock Miss Harrison, sis ter of the first Mrs. Nicholls, arrived, carrying a cardboard box, and the two kissed each other with the warmth and effusiveness .that comes with la dies in the early stages of friend ship. • "Rosie,” said Miss Cave from the back room, using the imperative tones notoriously indispiensible in addressing slaves, “come here this minute and look after the counter while I’m be ing fitted. If there’s anything in- ,uired for that you don’t know' the price of, ask me. But be careful how »u open this door, because I shall Lave to take my blouse off, and I wouldn’t allow anyone to catch sight of my bare arms for worlds.” "Not even Mr. Nicholls, miss?” “Certainly not," she said, decisive ly. "Mr Nicholls would be shocked. Now, my dear,” to the dressmaker, “let’s make a start.” The bodice, It appeared, fitted Miss Cave admirably; the skirt proved a trifle long, a fault that Miss Harri son declared easy to remedy. Miss Harrison spoke of the awkward fig ures she sometimes had to deal with, and Miss Cave, admitting plumpness, expressed a hope she would never be come stout, mentioned that her habit of worrying over trifling matters would probably prevent her from go ing beyond eleven stone six. The dressmaker inquired w hether any spe cial topic was affecting her customer, and Miss Cave, resuming her blouse and accepting help with hook* and eyes at the back which she herself could only reach by an effort in gym nastics. spoke of the recent call from Mr. Nicholls, gave the conversation word for word, and declared gener ously that she would give $250,000 to anyone who could persuade the gen tleman to give up the hobby of back ing horses. “If your sister could come to life again,” said Miss Cave, "she’d give him a good, sound talking to on the subject.” The dressmaker was re placing the tacked garments in the cardboard box. and the flourish ot tissue‘paper interfered with the re mark; Miss (’ave repeated it. "If I could only get that anxiety off my mind,” she added, tearfully. "I do be lieve I sh’d be as happy’ as the day's are long." "M ifh I could help you," said the dressmaker. "Would it be any use me talking to him?” ^ “Not the slightest,” declared Miss Cave. "If I, with a 11 my experience, can’t persuade him. I’m jolly well eer- taiit* that you, with no experience at all——” Rosie looked In to ask whether such an article was in stock as a pound of wedding cake; a little boy was inquir ing. As the girl closed the door MioS Cave turned suddenly to her visitor. "You could help," she cried. "You could do me a very great service if you didn’t mind taking trouble.” “I’m only too ready to oblige, but you must tell me what to do.” "Would you object to putting some powder on your face?” "I often use a little,” admitted Miss Harrison, "when I’m going out any where special." Miss Cave told Rosie to keep a sharp outlook for Mr. Nicholls on his return from the club and to call to him in a ladyliko way, inviting bis presence in the shop; a double kno :< on the door of the back room wouid be taken as a signal that he had ar rived. Any failure on the part «-f Rosie was to be met with instant dis missal from the service. In the room Miss Lave busied herself, and the docile Miss Harrison allowed her hat to he taken off and submitted to a slight whitening of the hair. When all seemed ready, the lamp was turned down, and Miss Harrison was coached in the few words she had to say. “I’m awfully nervous,” she men tioned. _ "Not half so bad as he’ll he.” proph esied Miss (’ave. “He’ll have had a glass or two, and we’ll give him such a fright.” The girl’s voice was heard raised to the pitch necessary to arrest a passer by. Miss Cave again turned down the oil lamp. "A hollow’ voice, mind,” she whis pered, warningly—"as hollow as you can make it.” Mr. Nicholls, in improved temper, demanded cheerily to know whether assistance was required in putting up the shutters. He mentioned it was the rarest piece of luck that he hap pened to visit the club, for a visitor there who had an uncle, a railway porter at Doncaster, had given him private and particular information concerning a horse that would prove invaluable on the morrow. “Just step into the back room,” begged Miss Cave, earnestly. "There is someone there asking for you, and I can’t make out for the life of me who or what she is.” She trembled. “Looks to me more like a ghost than anything else, only of course there are no such things nowadays.” Mr. Nicholls, with a frown of per plexity, went to the door. Miss (‘ave ordered Rosie to go to the ham and beef shop and make purchases for supper; she repressed the girl’s cu riosity and hastened departure by taking her by the shoulder, “William,” said the lady seated in the gloom .it the table. “Hullo," cried Mr. Nicholls, sur- prisedly. "What on earth are you do ing here?” "I’ve come back to earth in order to repeat a warning I gave you once. You promised me you’d never bet; you promised me you’d never —” “Before we enter upon any argu ment,” he interrupted, "let’s have a good kiss.” « Miss Harrison gave an ejaculation of dismay in her natural voice, but this was partially smothered by the resolute hug offered to her. Miss ! Cave, greatly distressed, ran in and endeavored to turn up the lamp. The screw’ declined at first to act upon the wick, and by the time it did con sent tJ preform its duty Miss Harri son was accepting the kisses given and showing a resignation of manner that Miss Cave described, so soon as Mr. Nicholls had gone, as perfectly scandalous. “Why ever didn’t you scratch his face, you hussy, you?” she demanded heatedly of her follow’ conspirator. “To tell you the truth,” said Miss Harrison, wiping off the powder when it had not already been removed, “to tell you the vguth, it was my first ex perience, amWl—1 rather liked it.” Mrs. Lucie G. Thurman, of At lanta, Is Awarded First Prize for Clever Solution. A FTER considering each manu script entered in "The Triple Tie” contest, the Judges to-day announce the winners. Every contri bution was given careful considera tion and it was no small task to pick sixteen manuscripts which, in the opinion of the judges, were entitled t< prizes. The Judges were: OTIS WITHERSPOON. L. D HICKS and H. L. CARDOZA. There were four main prizes and then twelve prizes of $5 each, the contest aggregating $250. First prize of $100 goes to Mr-. Lucie G. Thurman, No. 375 South Boulevard, Atlanta; second prize of $50 goes to Carl Pickett, Postoffice Box 16S7, Atlanta; third prize of $25 goes to Miss Lillian Lucile Harden. Oak street. Decatur, Ga., while fourth prize of $15 is awarded to Mrs. M. K. Maynard, San Bias, Bay County, Florida. Miss Harden, winner of third prize, is only 15 years of age. Points Considered. Originality, literary value and an alytical clearness were the points considered by the judges in awarding prizes. Contributors were told that it was not a guessing contest. A well- written, logical explanation of the mystery contained in Mr. Mitchell’s absorbing story was all that was wanted. A good many contestants loK sight of this and merely sent In possible answ'ers to the five problems set forth in the original announce ment of the contest. , Quite a few answers were received after the time limit had expired. None of these was considered by the judges. The great majority of manuscripts were received from women readers of The Georgian. Some of these con testants frankly admitted they knew little about the game of baseball and they made little or no attempt at de scribing Gordon Kelly’s spectacular appearance on the diamond in the ninth inning of the deciding gam*. They made much of love scenes be tween Kelly and Mildred, however. Ingenious Suggestions. Several ingenious plans were sug gested for Gordon's rescue from tne mountaineers, and some remarkable explanations were given of how that young man learned to play champion baseball. One contestant paid he had a moving picture machine which showed views of a previous cham pionship ’ series and by studying the action of the players he was enabled to gather all the knowledge of the game he wanted. One lady who sent In a manuscript from Houston, Tex., said she had never seen but one game of ball in her life. That, however, did not deter her from making an excellent effort to solve the mystery surrounding Gordon Kelly. Very few of the contestants per mitted *K«lIy to score a home run on the first ball pitched to him by Walsh. Most of them had the umpire call at least two strikes before he knocked the “homer.” A good many had him scoring three men and being himself held up at third for a slide in later in the game. To Print Story. The contest provefi very conclu sively that the story of “The Triple, Tie” was immensely popular and th it the career of Gordon Kelly was* fol lowed closely by readers of the maga zine page. » The manuscript which won first prize will he printed on the magazine page of The Georgian on Tuesday. Brier but Neat During the Journey of a royal train from Balmoral t<» Windsor the ordi nary passenger traffic was very much disorganized, and express trains were suddenly "drawn up,” to the no small annoyance of commercial men and others who could truly say that* with them “time was money.” An express train between Perth and Aberdeen was a great sufferer In this respect, and a certain commercial traveler was quite boisterous in his denunciation of the frequent stops. At last, when he had tired his fellow-passengers with his grumbling, he flopped down the window and shouted: “Guard! 1 say. guard!” “Yes, sir?” answered the official ad dressed, approaching the compart ment. "< )h, guard, this is siqiply disgust ing! Why all these slops? What’s up, man. what’s up?” said the com mercial. in bantering tones. The guard’s reply was brief, neat and certainly to the point, for he simply answered: "The signal.” The “commercial’s” window was closed with a bang. List of the Prize Winners First Prize—$100. Mrs. Lucie G. Thurman, No. 375 S. Boulevard, Atlanta, Ga. Second Prize—$50. Carl Pickett, P. 0. Box 1687, Atlanta, Ga. Third Prize—$25. Miss Lillian Lucile Harden, Oak Street, Decatur, Ga. Fourth Prize $15. Mrs. M. K. Maynard, San Bias, Bay County, Fla Fifth Prize—$5. William McJay, No. 631 Piedmont Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Sixth Prize—$5. Frederic Lee, No. 368 S. Pryor Street, Atlanta, Ga. Seventh Prize—$5. Miss Martha Speer, Mansfield, Ga. Eighth Prize—$5. Miss Irene Leben, Eastman, Ga. Ninth Prize—^$5. A. B. Schachte, No. 200 King Street, Charleston, S. C. Tenth Prize—$5. R. B. Hill, No. 855 West Peachtree Street, Atlanta, Ga. Eleventh Prize—$5. H. G. Foard, No. 736 DeKalb Avenue, Atlanta, Ga. Twelfth Prize—-$5. Miss Bess Foster, No. 47 W. Washington St., Newnan, Ga. Thirteenth Prize—$5. Mrs. B. 0. Branyon, No. 311 Simpson St., Atlanta, Ga. Fourteenth Prize $5. Miss B. M. Gwyn, Box 84, Danielsville, Ga. Fifteenth Prize—$5. David Dickey, Beachtor., Ga. Sixteenth Prize—$5. Miss Zella Parrish, Valdosta, Ga. Things Worth Remembering To keep a horse In a dark stable is cruel to the animal and dangerous to its owner. The retina becomes dead ened and more or less useless, and after a time the sight !s seriously Im paired. The horse starts and shies at objects it sees* imperfectly. A shark’s egg is one of the oddest looking things imaginable. It is un provided with shell, but the contents are protected by a thick, leathery cov ering, almost as elastic as India rub ber. The average size is 2 by 2 3-4 Inches, and It is almost Jet black. Oysters can not live in the Baltic Sea. The reason is that it Is not salty enough. 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