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The Manicure Lady ¥ How to Care for Babies During SHOULD HAVE PLENTY OF WATER TO DRINK. ot e KEEP OFF FLIES WITH A SCREEN 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!” See Your Skin Grow Lighter Daily D O von want a fairer com plexion? If you have a very dark, sallow, coarse skin, and you want to make it soft a:id fair, use Palmer’s Skin Whitener and watch the result It is marvelous and it works quickly. You cannot realize what it will do until you use it. Postpaid2, 5 C Anywhert All Jacobs’ Stores And Drugfl»»t« 0«n«r«Hy. 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.' ♦ • • * ^ "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. ATHENS COLLEQE, ATHENS, ALABAMA. Governed by Women, for Girl, and Women. 1 i j : > Governed by Women, for Girls and Women, i Recognized by General Board of Bilucatton as an A-Grade College on 14 J [ entranoe unit bazle. In the foothiile of North Alabama, between 800 and l.Ovo i , feet above sea level. Pure freeetone waller On main line of L. & N. Rail- ! I road. Academy A Grade attached Twenty-eight in Faculty. Beautiful new , School of Muelc, Art. Oratory, Domeettc Science, Resident Graduate Nurse, i , Health certificate required of all students. Rates moderate—not cheap, but I i thorough. Apply now. Seventy-first session begins September 17. ' MARY NORMAN MOORE, President. ) References—Our patrons and the people of the State of Alabama. vwwwwwj GIVE BABY A PAN OF WATER TO PLAY WITH—CAN’T GET COLD. 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 would bare his back to the rod and make no complaint? Was there a man who could teach him patience, gentleness, forbearance, charity, tenderness? Was there a man whom he could emulate, day after day, and increase his strength In so doing? I cast my eyes around all the men I knew In search of one who on all occasions knew how to be a man. One was quick of temper, irritable, rajsh, headlong, and though withal a good man, the boy would And no In structions there in the lesson of pa tience everyone must learn. Another blustered about his bravery and fooled all but those who knew that when there was a mysterious noise at his house In the night, his wife had to investigate. Another had a reputation wide spread for philanthropy, and only the close-observing saw that his family lacked the necessities of life In order that he might enjoy seeing his name on the billboards with an imposing 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 - | selves that they might give to those , 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. 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