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One Woman s
Story
By Virginia T. Van De Water
CHAPTER XIII.
G ORDON CRAIG had been away
from New York for a week
when Mary Danforth received
•her first letter from him. She had
dlpulated before he went- that he
•hould not write often, as she want
ed "time to think.”
"I must see whether I miss you
when you are irrevocably out of
sight," she had said. “Do not write
oftener than once a fortnight."
In commanding this she had obeyed
her head rather than her heart. She
would not yield easily to any desire
to keep in touch with this man whom
she was beginning to love. If she
really cared for him, her affection
would exist no matter how long his
silence; If her liking was but a pass
ing fancy, absence and non-commu
nication would prove this fact. Yet,
“l spite of her interdict, she found
herself wondering how soon Craig
would write. She almost hoped he
would disobey her orders.
Mary Sat Sewing.
It was Friday afternoon and Mary
sat sewing, allowing herself to do
this because there were no lessons to
be prepared for the next day. She
was embroidering a collar to be worn
with her graduation gown, and her
fingers plied the needle swiftly and
deftly while her thoughts flew ahead
to the day on which she should first
wear this bit of finery. Would Craig
surely come on for her commence
ment? Would she see him in the au
dience, and, if so, would she be ner
vous? She hoped not. She also
hoped that she would look so well
on that occasion that the man would
find her very fair and lovable.
The arrival of the postman at an
apartment house and th e distribution
of the letters by,the hallboy are by
no means closely connected, so Mary
was surprised when soon after the
whistle had shrilled below Jennie
appeared with a letter and a small
parcel.
“A registered package for you,
Miss Mary,” she explained, “and will
you please sign for it, the carrier
says? And here’s two letters that
the hallboy just brought up.”
Mary signed the registry card, re
turned it to Jennie, and, with an in
different manner, laid the letters upon
the table at her side. She would not
let the maid suspect how her heart
had leaped at sight of the San An
tonio postmark. The other letter
was a simple note of invitation from
a schoolmate, but, when Jennie had
closed the door behind her, Mary
forced herself to open this first. She
did this as small children, confronted
by two articles of food which must
be eaten, dispose first of that which
they care least for, saving, as they
* say, “the best for the last.” It is
doubtful if the recipient gave much
thought to her schoolmate’s invita
tion, yet she replaced it carefully in
its envelope after reading it. Then
she took up her Western letter, and,
with her embroidery scissors, opened
it. She found an almost agreeable
self-torture in making herself per
form all these details slowly.
But when the sheet was opened,
her eyes devoured the contents ea
gerly. It was not a long letter, and
the girl read and re-read it.
“I Must Tell You.”
"Dearest,” It ran, "I may call you
that because you are that to me, and
my calling you by a title which be
longs to you does not commit you to
anything, does it? I had a comfort
able Journey home—that Is, a phys
ically comfortable Journey. But
when I remembered that I was stead
ily drawing away from, instead of
going toward you, I found It hard not
to get out and take a return train to
New York.
“Come to think of it, it seems to
me that you told me I must not write
to you about my love for you. but 1
must do it Just this once. I am send
ing by registered mail something that
belongs to you. It is the same quar
ter that yo.’ lent me on that blessed
evening on wh^ch I first saw you,
dear. You remember I had to take it
back after returning it to you, for
your mother insisted that it was mine,
not yours. Well, I am now returning
il to Its real owner. Forgive me for
making it Into a little souvenir in
stead of leaving It as it was when I
received it. Perhaps you may think
it worth wearing on your bangle, or
with some of the jingling things girls
fasten on their chains. As long as
you feel there is any chance of your
some day loving me, please keep this.
If you ever decide to have nothing to
do with such an unworthy person as
myself you need not write me to that
effect, but Just return the trinket to
me. and I will know the sad truth
that would change my whole life.
Then my heart will never be a real
heart again, but a lump of lead.
Little Else to Letter.
There was little else to the letter
except the signature, prefaced by oth
er sentiments as seemingly foolish to
the 'Vise and prudent" as all the
rest of the epistle would have ap
peared. But the reader was only a
young and trustful girl.
Her lips were smiling happily and
her fingers trembling slightly as she
unfastened the tiny registered par
cel. Upon a layer of cotton lay the
coin, glistening, brightly, and ■cok
ing like a new bit of silver. It had
been polished smooth and on one side
of It were Mary's initials—' M. D. —
while on the reverse side *' er A e „!“*
initials of the senaer, "G. C. A tiny
ring was at the top of the coin,
which It could be suspended from a
chain or bracelet. _ , ..
From childhood Mary Danforth had
worn about her neck a thin cha n a
small locket given her by a r« ative.
This locket she removed and s lppea
the coin in its place on the chain
She looked long at the Initials. G. U,
then kissed them suddenly, and, as u
ashamed of her action, quickly cla P-
ed the chain about her throat, un
fastening her collar, she slipped‘“J
chain and Its new burden inside or
the neck of her dress.
“I will never return it. she sain
softly, her eyes shining. "I know now-
chat 1 will never have to return It.
And"—with a sudden blush, when he
comes again I shall tell him so.
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
The Mistakes of Jennie
Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City
Miss Belle Baker.
I F I were a little flve-dollar a week
shop girl, and some all-the-com-
forts-of-home luxurious society
lady told me how to acquire charm
and loveliness, I might reflect that it
is easy to be dainty and sweet when
you have no handicap like hers. How
ever, if a girl whose handicap was
far greater than mine had ever been
were to tell me how to be lovely on
my “five per,” I think I would listen.
So please hearken to Belle Baker,
who started her career in a “ladies’
waist factory” when sne was nine
years old, and now—after a lapse of
ten years, as the programs say—is a
popular vaudeville star who has just
returned from a happy tour of the
Orpheum circuit.
Told of Her Voice.
“They used to hide me in a box
of waists when the inspector came
around, and finally they were afraid
to keep me at the factory,” said the
dark-eyed Belle. “So I had to leave
and find work in another factory, for
I was the oldest of six children and
we were poor in a way you probably
know' nothing about. Factory after
factory dismissed me because they
were afraid to keep a child so young
in their employ. I tried selling lem
onade and newspaper.-:—but I did have
to work so hard and made so little
money, that I finally went to a
music hall and offered my services
free if they would just give me a
chance to % sing.
”1 calmly told them that I had a
beautiful voice, and my self-confi
dence must have impressed them, for
they tried me and then gave me the
princely salary of three dollars a
week. In three years I worked up to
fifteen—and so I can talk to wage
earners on their own levels, even
though the last three years have
brought me far more prosperity than
I ever dreamed was possible in my
early days.
“I still have to make a study of how
to induce money to go a long way, for
I have an invalid mother and her
three children out in the country.
They look to me for everything—and
so I am ready to talk about how to
look as -well as possible on as little,
money as possible.
‘‘Now, I think that cheap little
dresses may be just as sweet as most
expensive things. And if you are
clever at copying, you may go and
look in the Fifth avenue windows
quite free of charge, and copy a forty-
dollar hat for four dollars. I know,
for I have done it—and still do it now
and then.
“Learn to observe finely dressed
women—and then in simple materials
copy whatever of their costume will
be in good taste for your station in
life. But the girl on a small salary
who wants to have all the things her
wealthy sisters have will often look
so overdressed as to bring a question
of her respectability—and she won’t
save. And the poor girl must culti
vate the habit of saving—or when
ever she thinks about the possible
rainy day, why, then unbecoming
worry wrinkles will come.
“A poor girl who wants to look well
must patronize East Side tailors and
bfing them Fifth avenue ideas, and
must pick up bargain basement silk
stockings of the boot hose variety at
12 1-2 cents a pair if she wants to
wear silk hosiery.
Beauty Hints.
"I believe the poor girl’s greatest
help toward beauty is health. Milk
and a sandwich for lunch instead of
doughnuts and pie and chocolate
eclaire—more fruit and less sweets,
and plenty of baths. Why, I myself
think two or three a day are not too
many in the hot summer days. But
a daily bath and all the sensible food
we can possibly afford, and a jar of
good cold cream to take the city dust
out of the pores of her face are the
best beauty hints for the poor girl—
or her rich sister—that I know.
"Don’t envy the girl who has more
than you—try to get happiness right
at home’by bringing it there, and do
relax instead of rushing feverishly off
to have a ‘good time’ when you come
home ail tired from work. For if you
look sweet and daintily clean and
fresh and rested, you will have the
best kind of good looks to help you
on the ambition I share with all of
you—to make good.”
And this is pretty Belle Baker’s
kindly message to all her little sis
ters of toil.
T O the girl in love, from Sunday
to Sunday is as long a time as
that between her husband’s
monthly pay checks after she has
married.
Tell a girl, before her marriage that
she is throwing herself away, and
she is insulted. Tell her after mar
riage that she might have done bet
ter, and she is flattered.
When the engagement is announc
ed there is always some dear friend
who says: “Well, I am glad she has
got a man at last.”
A girl with a love affair that does
not come out right usually makes
the mistake of confiding in seven
teen girl friends before she confides
in her mother.
The girl is thinking of marriage
long before it ha3 entered the man’s
mind.
After a girl is married the only
time she is serenaded is when her
husband is elected to office.
In love affairs in fiction a girl is
proud and high-spirited, and tells
’’er lover if he tires of her a hint
will be enough. Unless sure of him
she says, her chains would gall her
and she would throw his freedom at
his feet. But somehow, in real life,
there is more about breach of prom
ise suits.
In the books, the bride’s old room
is left as she walked out of it, ready
for hep ’should she ever return. In
real life, her.brothers and sisters have
a quarrel over who is to get it the
day her engagement is announced
and one of them has moved in be
fore the wedding party has reached
the gate.
There is this difference between
maidhenhood and matrimony: The
maiden expects her parents to savt
money, and finds after marriage th
if any is saved she must save *' he.
self.
When a girl is engage'' she slop-
saying her prayers; but utter she h,
been married a time she begins agai
and her fervor is doubled.
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“I can bear anything.”
His foot moved toward the edge of
the step on which he stood.
“Genevieve?”
He hud stopped again.
“Yes,” she murmured, wearily.
“Do you love me?”
Her form, which up to that moment
had held itself erect by the mere force
of a will exerted to the utmost, suddenlj
yielded and expressed in every curve, a
feminine softness.
"With all my heart,” she murmured
“Then,” said he, "I am content.’
And his foot passed over the edge of
the step.
There was no further delay. In a
moment they were at the foot of the
stairs, and in another pad entered the
parlor under the gaze of five hundred
pairs of eyes. As they did so a mur
mur expressive of something more than
admiration arose behind them, and Dr.
Cameron, tortured by anxiety, cast an
other look at his bride. She was pale
ind her eyes were surrounded by great
circles, but it was a woman who moved
beside him,, and a determined woman,
too, and the change brought comfort
to his heart and made the rest of his
walk down the room less of an ordeal
than their entrance had been.
The clergyman was an old man and
had doubtless married a thousand cou-
ples. To him there was nothing strange
n a pallid and weary-looking bride, and
a nervous, deeply excited bridegroom.
He*gave them a benevolent glance, lift
’d his book and began the service. But
there were some persons present, rela
tives ^nd friends of the contracting par
ties, who felt there was something un
usual in the affair, and craned their
necks to get a glimpse of the bride’s
face, wholly forgetful of the splendor of
her jewels, and the priceless lace of her
veil, which, under ottier circumstances,
would have attracted all their attention.
The bride, however, did not lift her e>es
ind when she spoke in answer to the
minister’s questions, the reply she gave
was uttered in a voice so low that no
ne heard it but the bridegroom and the
minister. But this Is not unusual with
brides, aod the ceremony proceeded,
and the time came for placing the ring
on her finger.
A Bad Position.
But here a difficulty arose. For some
reason best known to herself, Miss
Gretorex had preferred to be married
without bridesmaids. There was, there
fore, no one at hand to assist her in
taking off her glove, and -her own agi
tation making her unequal to the task,
-he found herself obliged, after an in
effectual effort to do so, to stretch out
^er hand for the ring, with the glove
styi on It. Dr. Cameron, feeling for her
embarrassment, accepted the situation
viih his usual sang froid, and holding
the ring on the first joint—for it would
not slip all the way down on a finger
so prelected—was on the point of utter-
ng the sacred vow, to love, cherish and
protect her, when, through the hush of
ne moment, there came an interruption
o startling and so wild that every
pad turned and more than one rosy
cheek grew pale. It was a scream, an
unearthly and terrified scream! Coming
from where? No one could tell. Speak
ing of what? Fear, dismay, anguish—
anything, everything that was out of ac-
•ord with the scene it had so weirdly
interrupted.
Dr. Cameron, thinking of the ban
shee’s warning, stretched out his arm to
sustain his bride, whom thi^ last and
most fearful shock must surely rob of
1 strenth. But he soon found that she
needed no assistance. Instead of suc
cumbing to the general fright, she
seemed to rise above it, and, contrary
to every expectation of those about her,
her head rose and her lip grew firm,
till she grew absolutely masterful in
her earnestness and determination. The
minister caught her look, the bride
groom the infection of her spirit, and
the ceremony proceeded almost without
he break of even a momentary hesi-
ation. With the utterance of the ben
ediction, a great sigh of relief rose
from the vast assemblage, and upon
he bride and groom turning to receive
heir congratulations, no one marveled
» observe her cheek so pale, or his
brow so troubled, for the echo of that
unexplained shriek was still ringing
n his ears: and to superstitious minds,
to no others, there was an omen in
this weird interruption 4 that was any
thing but reassuring.
Mr. and Mrs. Gretorex alone preserv
ed their usual impertubability. With
smiting faces they greeted their child
I and shook hands with their new son-
’ in-law. Then as the wonder and dis
may about them took speech, and such
' phrases as “What do you think it was?
I Did you ever hear anything like it?”
began to be whispered about, Mr. Gre
torex stepped forward and remarked:
“We have a servant who is subject
i to fits of nervous excitement. It was
her voice you heard ” And immediate
ly the contenances of all brightened
and the line of friends and acquain
tances began to form and congratula
tions were offered and the scene re
gained its lost cheerfulness and bril
liancy..
Only in two hearts the shadow yet
rested, and upon tw’o brows appre
hension had set its seal too deeply
for a word to drive it away. Dr.
Cameron and his bride did not be
lieve in the explanation which had
been offered, and to one of them at
least the future held terror which
made the present ordeal of smiles, bows
and mechanical hand shaking a tor
ture which was only made endurable
by the fear of rearousing suspicion in
the breasts of the guests And even
this thought lost its sustaining power
at last, and Dr. Cameron, who was
While on the Pacific
constantly on the watch for signs of
weakening on the part of his bride,
turned and drew up a chair for her,
saying;
"You are overtaxing your strength.
Take it easier, my darling.”
A smile, extraordinarily sweet, an
swered this his firs? attempt at con
jugal tenderness, but it soon flitted
away, leaving her paler and more hol
low-eyed than before.
The Scream.
“I cannot stand this long,” she inur
mured. “I must know what that
scream meant. Do you think I could
Vie excused from receiving any more
congratulations? I want to go to my
room.” She paused with an irrepres
sible shudder: then continued, “I must
go to my room if only for a moment.
I cannot breathe here ”
“There is your mother." he rejoined,
surprised and yet touched by her as
pect of appeal. "She understands all
these matters; let her manage it fyr
you.”
And anxious to save his newly made
wife all the effort he could, he leaned
forward and touching Mrs. Gretorex on
the arm. whispered:
“Genevieve is really feeling quite ill
Is there no way of releasing her from
all this nonesense? She wants to go
to her room.”
The haughty mother surveyed her
daughter in surprise.
“What Is the matter?” she aFked.
“You were well enough this after
noon.
“I know,” responded her daughter
with an effort: “but that scream.”
“Pshaw! haven’t you heard Margaret
cry out before? You are foolish to
hrlnd It; everything Ismail right now.”
“I know,” was the low reply, “but—
and here the young bride made an
effort visible to all “I cannot be
myself till I know that it was Mar
garet who screamed. Send and see
for me.”
The mother’s lip curled, but she did
not refuse her daughter’s request.
Beckoning a servant to her, she whis
pered him an order and turned again
to her guests. Mrs. Cameron endeav
ored to do the same, but her smile had
become ghastly and she com in it ted
more than one gaucherie. At length
the servant not returning, she gave up
all attempt to sustain her part, and
sat literally shivering, her eye on the
door by which the servant had disap
peared as if upon his reappearance
alone her life and reason depended.
Dr. Cameron, who lost nothing of all
this, even while endeavoring to cover
up heVvabstraclion by renewed atten
tion to tVie guests crowding around
them, was about to suggest the advisa
bility of her following out her first im
pulse and going to her room, when sud
denly her whole bearing changed, and
she rose with a hurried apology and
hastened toward the door. Her husband
followed, but her action was so quick
and the throng so great that she es
caped him for the moment, and he did
not see her agairf till she appeared on
the stairs going rapidly up.
She was moving eagerly and showed
no signs of weakness, so he did not
hasten, there being more than one of
his particular friends in the way, ready
witli jest or congratulation to detain
him. Some few minutes therefore had
elapsed before he reached her door. It
was closed and he knocked, expecting
it to be opened immediately. But
though Vie repeated his knock no an
swer came from within, and irritated be
yond measure by the succession of in
comprehensible occurrences, he shook
the handle of the door and spoke her
name with decision.
It had the desired effect, for in a mo
ment the key was turned in the lock
and the door opened just wide enough
to show her face. He was startled to
perceive that the room behind her was
perfectly dark.
“How dare you, you beast!”
CHAPTER XXII.
rrsHK new place where Jennie worked was one
of those (Unity offices you often see and
wonder what the inhabitant does to make
a living.
The man Jennie worked for did a little of every
thing from selling worthless mining stock to being
an “ambulance chaser”—or commonly known as a
shyster lawyer.
Jennie didn't seem to have much work to do
and often wondered why the man hired her at all.
But after she had been there a few days she liegan
to understand the reason. The man hardly ever
took his eyes off her. Even when Jennie would lie
copying something on the typewriter, if she hap
pened to look up suddenly she found the man al
ways intently slaring at her.
Whenever he had anything to explain to her
he would lean over her chair a great deal closer
than necessary and accidentally—QUITE accidenfc-
ally—lay his hand on her shoulder. Jennie began
to notice these things and would always try to keep
the table or a chair between them when he was In
the office.
One day he came In and Jennie smelled liquor
very strong about him. and before she realized it he
had her in his arms trying to kiss her. Jennie
struggled with nil her might anil dually dodged
around the tabl“ out of his reach. “How dare you-—
you BEAST!” exclaimed Jennie.
“Tim's a’right,” said the man, “the other girls
that worked here before didn’t mind It when I
kissed ’em.”
—HAL COFFMAS.
(To Be Continued.)
+
Habits of Speech
A Request.
“I will be out in a moment,” she de
clared and smiled a hurried dismissal.
But he was not going to fare the
crowd below again, so he did not turn
at her bidding, but kept his place, which
seeing, she stepped out into the hall and
said:
“I am feeling better, if you will give
me ten minutes more rest and quiet I
think I shall be able to go downstairs
again.”
Why did not Dr Cameron feel re
lieved at this, especially as she was
looking better? He could not tell.
“Are you sure.” he inquired,* "that
you are best alone? Shall I not stay
with you and take'you down?”
But her look trembled with an appeal
so urgent, she seemd so anxious for
solitude and repose that he had not the
heart to urge his new claims upon her
He, therefore, withdrew after a com
forting word or two, determined to step
into the room which he had occupied
before the ceremony and there await
her coming. But before he could reach
its threshold ho was stopped by the
servant who had been sent by Mrs.
Gretorex to make inquiries about Mar
garet.
“Oh, sir,” inquired this man, “is Mrs.
Cameron in her room? I want to tell
her about Margaret.”
“And what have you to tell?” asked
the doctor.
“Nothing, sir, except that Margaret
Isn’t in the house at all. She went out
after she got her supper without ask
ing leave of anyone, sir. 1 suppose
she thought no one would miss her. But
Mrs Fenton, the housekeeper, sir, sees
everything and ”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
C ULTURE is the result of the con
stant choice of everything that
makes life beautiful. In man-
; ners, habits, thoughts, books, words or
1 conversation the cultivated man or
woman aims to choose the best. If
, one has been negligent in these mat
ters a new start may be made.
It may be a surprise when we real
ize how very limited is our vocabu
lary and how we have been satisfied
: with it. A good vocabulary may be
acquired by reading books which are
worth reading, as well as by talking
with those who express themselves
in the speech of educated people.
Thought is back of speech, and those
who think accurately have a discrim -
I inating sense of language and try to
use the.best word to say what is in
! their minds. **
It is neither pedantic nor is it af-
; fected to use well chosen words. It is
| not desirable to use long, difficult
words. The simplest, most direct, mo9t
vigorous words are usually convinc
ing. We may choose a descriptive or
a beautiful word, expressing ourselves
in clear, terse speech without using
xpletivcs or exaggerated terms
which are weak and without using in
appropriate, ordinary language.
The habit of using slang destroys
the taste for good English. A slang
phrase may seem crisp or condensed,
but it is not wit. Usually it is coarse
and cheap and may be compared to
a counterfeit coin. If we were as
anxious to add a descriptive or beau
tiful word to our vocabulary as to add
the kitest slang there might be hope
for improvement in our speech.
We should be as careful to choose
correct words as to be careful in
: dress. Women give much thought to
tiie selection of becoming dress, yet
there are many pretty, well-dressed
women who seem unconscious that
their attractiveness suffers an eclipse
when they speak. The pleasing im
pression they have made vanishes
when the voice is harsh fir nasal,
when words are clipped, or incorrect
ly pronounced, or grammatical mls-
i takes are made.
Household Suggestions
A gas range may be kept black Dy
wringing out a sponge (kept sole’.y
for the purpose) in warm water and
rubbing well with soap, washing the
stove while it is warm. If this is done
just after the cooking Is over, the
stove may be kept black and free
from grease spots.
When cane-bottomed seats sag.
sponge both sides of the cane with hot
soapsuds in which a handful of salt
has been dissolved, then stand the
chair in the open air. Treated like
this, the seats will become as firm as
when new, shrinking into place.
When rinsing flannels and woolens,
it is best to do so in warm, soapy
water, as pur*» warm water makes
them hard; also, when hanging cur
tains’ out to drv, hang them double
as it makes them even and prevents
them getting torn so easily.
If you want to patch your window
shades, don’t sew on the patches. In
stead, paste them on with hot starch
and pre«s down with a warm iron.
They will look neater than if sewn,
because the stitches would be appar
ent, whereas a pasted-on patch is al
ways invisible.
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The L. C. Smith & Bros. Typewriter Co.
has worked out the principle of ball bearing* in the L. C.
Smith & Bros, typewriter. Every typebar is ball bear
ing; the carriage and capital shift travel on ball bear
ings and wherever friction would naturally develop, it is
lessened to the vanishing point by ball bearings.
This means, in a typewriter, greater speed, closer ad
justments, and consequently, wreater accuracy and neater
typewritten work.
This is only one of the reasons why the L. C. Smith &
Bros, typewriter is worth more money than any other
typewriter ever made.
We can show you by actual demonstration how you can
increase the efficiency of your stenographer and save your
self time and money.
Our Atlanta Branch Is located at 121 N. Pryor Street, and
we will welcome a call at any time or we will send a representa
tive to talk over your particular problems with you.
Offica help furnished by our free employment bureau.
Typewriters to rent at reasonable prices.
L. C. SMITH & BROS.
TYPEWRITER CO.
121 N. Pryor St., Atlanta, Ga.
PHONK IVY 1949
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