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One Woman’s Story
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
ff TGUESS if* all up with Wilfred"
I said the Manicure Lady som
berly. "Ever since he gave up
everything else tor poetry X have felt
the day would come when we would
see him being dragged away between
two keepers to be put in some nice,
quiet place, where everybody thinks
he is Julius Caesar or Wellington. It
ain't quite come to that yet, George,
but it is earning, I guess. Dear broth
er won't be with our happy house
hold much longer.”
“What makes you think he is going
crazy?” asked the Head Barber.
“Maybe it's just the hot weather.”
"No, It ain’t the hot weather.”
argued the Manicure Lady. “The
poem he wrote the other day and tried
to lead to us was wrote on the cold
est day we have had this summer.
He has been reading a lot about the
mysteries of India, and all them old
mystics that believe In a lot of Junk
about having two bodies, one here
and one goodness knows where. Yo
gis, he calls them, or Bogls, or some
thing like that. Wilfred says they
set in front of their huts for years,
sometimes, never going away and al
ways thinking, thinking. I guess It
wouldn't do my brother any harm if
he could find a nice hut and set in
front of It long enough to do a little
thinking. Anyhow, get this poem:
“ ‘My soul Is now In India, beside
The sou! of some grand Hindu long
since dead.
My soul holds converge with the soul
of him
And his soul smiles at mine as might
a seer
Smile at a toddling child. The Hin
du’s soul
Know f s more and seness more than
ten such souls
As my poor soul w hich dares to speak
to his.’
“That does sound kind of nutty,”
admitted the Head Barber. "I can’t
make any sense out of it, anyway. Of
course, that ain’t no sign your brother
is losing his mind, because there is a
lot of poetry that was wrote by sane
men and is beyond me Just the same.”
“This ain’t no real poemt this is
loony stuff," insisted the Manicure
Lady. “Kindly listen some more,
George:
“ ‘Yet I am living, as my soul well
deems,
And thus my soul is not within a
ghost,
But In my living body. Is the soul
Of one long dead as good a soul
As one like mine while I am still
alive?
The Hindu’s soul stands baffled and
aghast
At this grim question, and It swal
lows hard.
If any soul can swallow. But it. an
swers not.’ ”
“Lay off on that!” exclaimed the
Head Barber. “I don’t ask you to
stop gabbing very often, kiddo; but
you have went too far to-day. The
next time you start reciting poetry to
me I am going to walk right away
from this head chair and get a job
In some other shop. I suppose there
will be a manicure girl there without
no more sense than you: but maybe
she won’t have a nut brother who
thinks he can write. Now. stop, and
remember what I say goes!”
“Gee, I hope you do go!” snapped
the Manicure Lady. “I like to see new
faces once in a while, and I think that
new barber which has went out to
lunch would fit in fine in your place,
t think he Is a interesting talker, too.
He talks so soulful and has such fine
teeth. There is lots of worse pests in
the world than me, George, and may
be after you have went you will often
think of me with unrevailing sighs.”
PLAYING WITH NO CLOTHES ON.
The Judge
A Matter of Doubt.
Two Irishmen, both members of the
building fraternity, were busily en
gaged recently in affixing slates to
the roof of a newly-erected house,
when suddenly a horrid mishap oc
curred.
Murphy slipped. In vain he sought
for something at which to clutch in
order to save himself from falling.
His hands grasped nothing but emfrty
air, and by their frantic exertions
caused Murphy completely to lose his
foothold.
So Murphy fell. Mike saw him fall,
and presently, after what seemed to
him hours of hideous suspense, heard
his friend's body strike the ground
with a dull thud.
Fearfully Mike leaned over the edge
of the roof.
“Are yez dead, Murphy?” he called
in apprehensive tones.
"Oh, Oi’m aloive all right!” gasped
Murphy feebly.
Mike gazed at the prostrate bodj
wonderingiy.
“Sure, I don’t know whether to be
lieve you or not,” he remarked. “You
always was a liar!”
Painfully Murphy raised himself on
one elbow'.
“Then Oi’m dead!” he wailed.
“You’d never dare call me a liar were
I aloive!”
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K HIRODA, at the fag end of her
youth, woke up one morning to
find that he;* lover had depart
ed in the night, leaving her destitute.
She found that, in all the 38 years of
her life, she had not even made ono
person her own, nor earned the right
even to the corner of a home Jn whicn
to live and die. She realized that life
had no pity upon her and would relax
none of its claims which must be at
tended to down to the smallest detail,
and she rolled on the floor, beating
its hardness with her forehead in an
agony of despair.
Evening came and it grew dark.
Khiroda had not the heart to tidy the
room, nor to light the lamp. Her
hungry child cried till it could cry no
longer, and fell asleep. A knock came
to the door and a man’s voice called
out, "Khiro, Khiro.” Khiroda flung
open the door and rushed out at him
who stood there with her broom put
ting the youth to precipitate flight.
Then, convulsively clutching the child
to her bosom, she went out of the
house and jumped into the well.
The splash brought the neighbors
hurrying to the spot and the bodies
were Ashed out. The mother was un
conscious, but the child was dead.
Khiroda was brought round in the
hospital and was committed to the
sessions by the magistrates.
II.
Mohit Datta was the Sessions
Judge. He sentenced Khiroda to death.
Her advocates tried their utmost to
get some mitigation of the sentence,
but without success.
There was some reason for this*\se-
verlty of his attitude toward feminine
frailty, a» a glimpse into his earlier
history will disclose.
His Youth.
Mohit in his undergraduate days
lived near the house of an elderly
couple with a young widowed daugh
ter, Sasl, What little of the world
Sasi used to see from behind the bar
rier of her lonely widowhood seemed
to her like some golden land of mys
tery, where happiness stalked aibroad.
Unsatisfied longing cramped the beat
ings of her heart.
In the intervals of her domestic du
ties Sasl sat at the window watching
the crowd on the public road. She
thought to herself how happy were
the passersby, how free the tramps,
what gay characters were the hawk
ers in the comedy of life, and morn
ing and evening she saw the well-
groomed Mohit strutting past in th ?
fullness of his self-conceit. To her
he was a demt-god, far above tie
mortals she saw around her.
Perhaps Sasi could have cheerfully
spent all her life playing with her
demi-god in the -heaven of her fancy
had not her evil star made the demi
god smile upon her and materialize
the heaven within her reach. It is
needless to relate at length when
Mohit’s covetous glance first fell upon
SaM, how he began to write to her
under the false name of Binode, when
the first trembling, . ill-spelt reply
reached him; how, at last, the whole
of the poor little widow’s world was
turned topsy-turvy in the whirlwind
of ecstatic surrender.
Late one night Sasi left her father
and mother and got into a carriage
brought by Mohit, alias Binode. When
her demi-god, with all his tinsel
showing, got inside and sat close be
side her, a sudden Inrush of remorse
bowed her to the dust. And when the
carriage actually began to move she
fell at his feet, crying, “For pity’s
sake, let me go back home.” But the
carriage rapidly drove away.
To narrate all the episodes of
Mohit’s early career would grow
monotonous. This will serve as a
sample.
Reformed.
To-day there was no one to remem
ber the escapades of young “Binode.”
Mohit Datta tyas quite a reformed
character. His reading of the sacred
books was incessant; he even prac
tised austerities.
A few days after passing sentence
on Khiroda, Mohit happened to be in
the prison garden, with a view to se
curing some nice, fresh vegetables
for his own table He heard from in
side the lai! IK s< Mnd of high words,
and entering, found Khiroda in the
midst of a vigorous bickering with
the warder. Mr nit smiled a superior;
smile. This is what, woman is! Death
at her loor, and yet khc must quar
rel. She would dispute, thought he.
amused at hif* conceit, even with the
doorkeepers of Hades!
As he drew nearer, Khiroda with
clasped hands, addressed him, saying.
“Mr. Judge, for mercy'* sake, tell him
to give ro’ back my ring!"
On In*, g v he found that a ring
had beer hid ien in the loops of Khi-
roda’s hai: which the warder dis
covering ha^ appropriated. Mohit
was agair. amused. This desire for a
bauble tin the steps of the gallows!
Oh. woman, woman! ,
"Let me see the ring," said he to
the warder, who handed it over to
him.
Mohit started as if it had been a
piece of live coal. In the ring was
set a miniature portrait on ivory of
gold dm was engraved the name
a young beardless youth. In its
gold rim was engraved the name
‘Binoae." He raised his eyes from
the ring, and for the first time
looked Khiroda keenly In the face.
He seemed to see there the fresh,
fond, tear-bedewed countenance of
twenty-four vears ago. But, ah! and
what a difference.
Up-to-the-Minute Jokes
They were talking about that terri
ble cry, "Man overboard!"
“Only those who have been roused
from midnight slumber on board ship
can comprehend its meaning," said
the traveler. "The sudden alarm, the
fear and horror
"Oh, yes, they can!” replied a very
little shoemaker, who had no repute
as a traveler. "I heard it once when
I wasn’t on a ship, and I realized the
horror of it more than anyone else."
"You couldn’t." said the great trav
eler, scornfully. And the assembled
company sided with him to a man.
"But I could," persisted the cob
bler. "You see, I was the man w ho
fell overboard!"
"I don’t know whether to accept
this testimonial or not,” mused the
hair restorer man.
“What’s the matter with it?” de
manded the advertising manager.
"Well," explained the boss, "the
man writes, ‘I used to have three baid
spots on the top of my head, but since
using one bottle of your hair restorer
l have only one.'
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"What do w r e want with gold and
precious stones?" said the proud
young‘mother, gazing fondly upon the
baby. "This is fortune enough for
us."
"Huh!" grunted the father, who had
been walking the floor nearly all
night. "I’m glad Fortune didn't
CHAPTER X.
T O young people the commonplace
drudgery of the workaday world
is accomplished swiftly and pleas
antly If they have some happiness in
anticipation as a sort of objective point
toward w'hich they are progressing.
Mary Danforth did not appreciate that,
from the time she received and ac
cepted Craig’s invitation, each task
completed and each hour passed were
to her inner consciousness but steps
nearer to Wednesday night when she
W'ould again be wdth the man who had
begun to mean much to her.
She did not see the Texan in the
four days which Intervened between
the receipt of his note and the night
on which "Aida" was to be sung. On
Monday evening her father again men
tioned casually that Craig had onct
more called at his office. "He dropped
in this morning," he remarked "and I
asked him up to dinner to-night, but
he said he was going over to Phila
delphia for a day or two, so he could
not accept. He sent his kindest re
gards to you, my dear”—turning to
his wife—"and wished also to be re
membered to Mary.” As he spoke he
bestowed upon his daughter another
of the searching looks with which he
regarded her frequently of late, but she
made no comment. She was at a loss
for something to say, and, under the
circumstances, sought safety in silence.
On Wednesday afternoon, returning
from school earlier than usual, she
found that her mother had gone out,
but that, before leaving, she had laid
on her daughter's desk a penciled
memorandum. It ran: "Mr. Craig
telephoned this morning Just after you
had left the house. He wished to re
mind you that he is to call for you at
a quarter before eight.”
The girl’s heart heat faster as she
read the few words Ha must care
a great deal, she thought, to go to
the trouble of emphasizing by a tele
phone message an arrangement al
ready made by letter. As if she could
forget! She smiled happily and hum
med gayly to herself as she went about
her various tasks. Yet It was charac
teristic of her that later, when her pa
rents spoke of Craig and her plans for
the evening, her demeanor was cool
and almost indifferent. At dinner she
was quiet and demure, although the
glow of excitement burned on her
cheeks, and she lingered after she had
finished her dessert, chatting with her
father and mother while they drank
their coffee, always keeping the conver
sation upon commonplace matters.
"You have never looked prettier
than you do this evening, sweetheart,"
her father declared as she roae to go
to her room to don her wraps. "Upon
my word, mother," he continued, ap
pealing to his wife, "does It seem pos
sible that this is our little girl all
grown up Into a beautiful lady so
soon?"
The girl turned Impulsively and
threw her arms about the speaker’s
neck
“The ‘beautiful lady,' as you call her,
is never going to grow up so far as
you are concerned, daddy dear," she
whispered, clinging to him. "I always
want to be Just your little girl."
He kissed her fondly. "Run alor*
and get ready, dearie," he said huskily.
"I hear the Texan hero's ring at the
door now.” He laughed teasingly, but
there was a note of sadness in his
voice, and he looked wistfully after
the slight figure as the gtri hurried
away.
Craig, handsome and distinguished in
bearing in his correct evening dress,
rose to greet Mary as she entered the
drawing room, cloaked, with a filmy
scarf thrown over her hair.
"Behold a wonder among women!"
he exclaimed smiling. "You are on
time to the minute.”
Mary's greeting was cordial, but un
ruffled by any Inward perturbation.
*My father is to be thanked for the
punctual habits of his daughter,” she
said after salutations had been ex
changed. “It is he who has made me
a bit more careful in that matter than
girls usually are."
‘I have already learned," the man
answered gravely, “that you are dif
ferent from all other girls in many
ways. If your father is responsible for
this fact, society In general, and I In
particular, owe him a debt of thanks."
The entrance of Mr. and Mrs. Dan
forth caused a diversion that Mary
found welcome, and Boon she and her
escort bade the elderly pair good night
and took the elevator down to the
street door. Here a taxicab stood, its
engine throbbing with a clam disre
gard to the cents and dollars that were
being marked off on the dial at ihe
chauffeur's side. Craig assisted the
girt into the semi-darkness of the
limousine, gave an order to the driver,
then followed her, sinking Into the
seat by her with a sigh of content.
” ‘Who knows but the world may end
to-night?" he quoted laughingly.
"In & taxicab that sounds more like
a grisly prophecy than a delicate com
pliment," retorted Mary. "Are you
fond of Browning?”
"If the note of surprise in your voles
Implies that you did not know that
Texans were capable of enjoying him,”
he responded, "I shall be forced to say
‘Yes’ to your question. Otherwise, I
will confess that I like only parts of
him. Yet I. can appreciate the truly
beautiful just as well as a New Yorker
can—even if I am theoretically wild
and woolly.” He gazed admiringly at
her flushed face as he spoke, and his
voice held a significance that Mary
recognized. But she pretended not to
notice it.
“Tell me about the wreck," she com
manded hastily.
“It was hell," he said simply. “And
I am too nead the seventh heaven Just
now to want to think of it."
“Who taught you to say such pretty
things?” asked the girl, laughing to
hide her embarrassment.
“Nobody taught me,” the man an
swered calmly. "If I say them at
f iresent, they are but the result of re-
lected radiance and the outcome of
my great happiness as being with you
again.”
And. as once before this evening, the
girl found refuge in silence.
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BE A WOMAN
T HE boy, a big, husky youth of 18.
had complained incessantly of
his troubles all day.
“Oh," I said at last, in some impa
tience, "why can’t you be a little
braver? For pity's sake, try to be a
man!"
The words had no sooner left my
lips than I fell to wondering. I had
urged him to be a man! If I could
take him by the arm and lead him to
•some man who would be to Iiirn a
shining example, where would I find
him?
Where could I find a man \*ho
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Was there a man who could teach
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Was there a man whom he could
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One was quick of temper, irritable,
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Another blustered about his bravery
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Another had a reputation wide
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that he might enjoy seeing his name
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row of figures after it.
All cared more for their own crea
ture comforts than for the well-being
of the wife who supplied them. Ail
complained loudly of a little pain, and
there was not a man among them who
did not say often to his wife. "Look.
what a burden our marriage has put
on my shoulders!" taking no note of
the greater burden bending her back.
All were selfish, thinking only of
the gratification of their own desires
and showing a regard for others only
In the degree to which they supplied
them.
There were few' who had both phys
ical and moral courage, and almost
none as good In their thoughts as the
law compelled them to be in their
actions. i
Then there passed before my eyes a
procession of women, patient under
long suffering, brave when everyone
around them faltered, denying them - |
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they loved, cheerful and smiling when
there wasn’t a scrap of hope left, in
spiring, cheering, urging on the men
who walked beside them, and throw
ing arms of protecting tenderness
around husband and children!
It was a noble sight. It filled my
eyes with tears, and I felt an emotion
too deep, and somehow too sacred, to
find vent In cheering.
“I will take It back," I said to the [
young man. "Don’t be a man! Be a ’
woman!"
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