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Our branch office in Atlanta Is always at your service and we will demonstrate our machine in your office, with out cost or obligation to you. Our free employment department furnishes office help without expense to either party. L. C. SMITH & BROS. TYPEWRITER CO. Home Office and Factory at Syracuse, N. Y. 121 N. Pryor Street, ATLANTA, GA. Phone Ivy 1949 The Manicure Lady ONE Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. SURE! GOOD TURN We’re looking back to see if they Are looking back to see if we Are looking back to see if they Are looking back at us. The Mistakes of Jennie R y hal coffman Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City 4 ^np HAT must the landi | there! I can’t see th M CHAPTER XIV. ARY DANFORTH awoke early on the morning of her grad uation day. She lifted her watch from the table at the head of her bed and glanced at it sleepily, noting with satisfaction that it still lacked more than an hour to break fast time. She lay half awake and let happy thoughts drift through her mind — light, girlish thoughts of the beauty of her graduation gown; affectionate thoughts of her father, speeding home from a business trip in the far West to be with his daughter on this important day; tender, timid thoughts of Gordon Craig. In a letter written a week ago her lover had repeated his assurance that he would see her graduate. This epistle had reached her only the day before yesterday, and since then she had heard nothing from him, yet she was sure that he would be true to his word. She smiled now as she lay in her darkened room, a smile that was full of pure joy. She knew that Craig would have a question to ask when they met, and she also knew what her answer would be. She had no doubt now that she loved him dearly and was proud and happy in her love. The smile faded slowly from her lips, and she slept again. Her mother's gentle knock on the door awakened her a half hour later. "It’s time to get up, girlie!” she announced, entering the room. "Breakfast will be ready soon and father has telephoned from the Grand Central to say that he will be up to eat it with us, as his train is just in. So try to be ready when he comes.” She kissed Mary as she had done each morning since the girl’s birth, then hurried away on household tasks intent. The trio had a happy breakfast to gether in the sunlit dining room. Mr Danforth. haggard and pale—"from a* sleepless night on the cars,” as he explained—was once more at the head of the table, cheery and happy in spite of his evident weariness. The morning meal over, he pushed his chair back from the table and, drawing Mary down upon his knees, questioned her with affection and in terest about her plans for the day. He did not mention Craig’s name. An unusual reticence had kept the Tex an from his conversation ever since the young man had returned home, and when Mary had mentioned with studied indifference the fact that “Mr. Craig might possibly happen to be in New York on Commencement Day,” her father let the statement pass without comment. After a few' minutes’ chat this morning he declared that he must go to his office for a part of the day. At the front door he paused and came back to the dining room to kiss Mary, although he had already bade her an affectionate goodby. "This is just to kiss my little girl once more,” he explained, patting her cheek fondly. "She will be i grownup lady when I see her again.” It was late in the afternoon that Mary left the house to go down to her school. Her class were to have an early farewell supper in the gym nasium and would go directly from that to their graduation .exercises At 8 o’clock she and the rest of her class took their places in th r - great school auditorium, which was already crowded. Mary looked vain ly among the sea of faces for the three persons who made her small world. Of course, her parents were here, she mused, although she could not discern them—but was Craig here, too? The white-haired principal arose to speak, and a hush fell on the house. Suddenly Mary knew that her lover had come. She felt his eyes upon her, and, looking up, saw him in the gallery above her. Their glances met and he smiled, but the girl blushed hotly and dropped her eyes. Her heart throbbed wildly. She had been eager to see him, but now she wished to evade his steady gaze and hide herself, yet she was happy ro be in his presence. She raised her hand to her throat, and. caressingly, touched the hidden silver trinket he had sent her. Those who knew her said Mary Danforth had never looked sweeter and fairer than when she rose at the calling of her name and went forward to receive her diploma. She did not think of the thousands of glances resting upon her. but only of the look of the man she loved. She longed to lift her eyes and gaze into his face, but she could not. Through the valedictory she sat silent, un hearing, her eyes upon her diploma and the mass of flowers which had been handed her. She knew some of them were sent by Craig, the rest by her parents. At last she became, aware that it was all over, that people were rising and that everybody about her was talking. A gray-haired, sweet-faced teacher accosted her. “May 1 speak to you a moment, dear child?” she said quietly'. “Come with me.” Puzzled and vaguely alarmed the girl obeyed the older woman's bid ding and followed her into a small anteroom adjoining the auditorium. As Mary noted the woman's grave demeanor a dread clutched at her heart, and she held her breath to listen. "I have bad news for you.” said her teacher simply. "You must go right home to your mother. She hos sent for you. Your father” She paused, and the girl clasped her hands in an agony of fear. “Oh. what is it?” she gasped. “Tell me quickly! Is he hurt, or ill, or”— Her voice failed her suddenly, fc»* Gordon Craig stood beside her. - She had not seen him enter, and he took her trembling hands in his firm grasp. "Dear.” he said quickly, but softly, while his body shielded her from tlie glances of persons passing the door. your father will never be hurt or ill again. Be brave, dear. He died an hour ago.” An Impossible Post. With tense, eager faces, the great audience of women leaned forward :n their seats, eagerly drinking in the noted speaker’s every word. "Mere man," she was saying, "is wont to belittle woman’s ability to enter the fields already usurped by him. As a matter of fact, she is capa ble of filling any post of public or private office now held by man. and, if appointed to it. could even perform man’s tasks with greater faithfulness and greater d&ri.ig. “Name, if you can. one post for which she can not fit herself! Nam 1 one office to which she would not, could not, give the greatest measure of capability, the highest degree of courage, the ” A mere man. who. had slipped, un noticed, into a back seat, rose at this point, and the light of sudden inspira tion gleamed in his eye. "Rat catcher!” he shouted. And then he fled. nding down hat sign. but I’m sure that’s where you pet the St. Cloud boats.” "Hadn’t you better ask some one.” ventured Helen. "It’s so far to go wav down there and find it isn’t the place.” "I tell you it IS the place,” scowled Warren, who always hated to ask his way, and often wore Helen out trying to find a place without guidance. Already they had walked across the Alexandre bridge, and Helen w is tired and hot. Her feet ached, too, for she had foolishly started out in a pair of w'hite canvas pumps which she had bought the day before. A gravel path and stone steps led down to what Warren thought was the boat landing. But evidently it was not in use this season, for the place was deserted except for a man who was shearing a dog in an empty shed. He was sitting on the ground hold ing on his knees a King Charles spaniel, whose sleek body he was clipping close, leaving only the lion like ruff of neck and tail. The dog. grateful to be rid of his heavy coat this hot day, lay patiently on his back. "I’ll be darned!” muttered Warren looking around the deserted landing. ”1 know those boats used to start from here.” “But it’s been seven years since you w’ere in Paris.” protested Helen “You can't expect to find everything Just the same! Do ask that man where the right landing is—I CAN’T w'alk much farther!” "Well. If It’s along here we’ll find It,’ obstinately ignoring her sugges tion. "There. I see it now! Isn’t that a boat just pulling in?” Helen Inquires. Helen’s heart sank, for the landing Warren pointed to was back beyond the bridge. And it might not be the right one! Detei ilnedlv she ap proached th' 1 man with the dog. if Warren would not ask. she woulJ Not knowing the French for “boat landing.” she repeated "St. Cloud. St Cloud?” and pointed to the landing beyond. “Oui, ou1, madame. nodded the man, understanding^', while the dog. in spite of his Inverted position, wagged a friendly tail. Warren was already striding back up the stone steps. “Hope you’re satisfied,” he grumbled, as Hel u breathlessly caught up with him. ‘That's the St. Cloud boat there now. f you hurry we’ll get it.” Helen, her shoes hurting her at *verv step, kept up with Warren’ 5 long strides as best -he could. As they drew near they could see “St. Cloud” ffuttering on a red flag over the boat. “May have to wait another hour if we don’t catch this!” called back Warren, running ahead to get the tickets. The boat gave a warning whistle. A man was loosening the chain. Were they going to miss it after all? War ren had the tickets now and was waving them at her! Helen, flushed and breathless, reached the boat only a second before It moved off. “Whee! That was close.” and War ren wiped the inside of his hat with his handkerchief. “Pretty good sprint for a hot day.” "Oh, can’t you find me a place to sit down?” panted Helen. "My feet hurt so!” “Don’t see any place, do you?” look ing around the crowded boat, on which every seat was taken. “What’s the matter with your feet, anyway? You’ve been hobbling ever since, we started.” “It’s these shoes I bought yester day. They’re plenty big." defiantly, "but they’re too stiff. They hurt in the back at the heel.” “Humph, you ought to know you couldn’t get a decent shoe in this country. Why on earth didn’t you bring enough with you?” "I did. dear, all except white ones.” “Well, serves you right. They ought to hurt you. if you haven’t more sense than to start out on a trip like this with a new pair of shoes.” Paris had been hot. but the Seine was hotter. The sun glittered on the water that was not even rippled by a breath of air. The iron rail, against which Hel >n was leaning, almost burnt through her gloves. Would she have to stand on her aching feet in this b’azing sun all the way to St. Cloud ? Warren Compares. “They talk so blamed much about the beauty of the Seine—well I don’t see it! Can’t hold a candle to our Palisades along the Hudson.” "None too clean, either." went on Warren. "Hope they don’t drink this water. But that’s so—Frejpchmen don’t drink any water. There’s a seat, if you want one,” as a man rose to get out at the next landing. Helen sank into the seat, and with a sigh of relief drew off her slipper under her dress. Warren did not trouble to come and stand by her. but stood where he was, leaning on his cane by the railing. As they left the outskirts of Paris, the river grew cleaner and the scen ery more attractive. But Helen was too hot and much too uncomforta ble to enjoy or appreciate the sail. At last they reached St. Cloud. On the hillside above was a big white hotel, with fluttering flags and while- clothed tables on the green hedged veranda and terrace. "Well, what do you want to do? Walk around and take a look at the village—or get a cab here and drive through the park first?” Helen, whose feet sti 1 * hurt her. suggested the drive. Several cabmen, spotting the Amer icans. were already urging them to their vehicles. Warren put Helen into one of the cabs and told the driver to take them through the park “What’s that?” as the man began to chatter excitedly. “What in the devil’s he trying to say?” For War ren’s restaurant French was not equal to this conversation. The driver finally made them un derstand they were to pay In advance —two francs, for which ho presented them with a ticket, which Helen thought was a sort of receipt. "Why, dear, that’s, awfully cheap,” as they drove off. “Oh, all cabs are much cheaper over here,” explained Warren easily. They entered the park by a massive gateway, sentinelled by a uniformed soldier. Helen had read in her Bae deker of the beauty of the park at St. Cloud but the terraced groves, the* statuary, the fountains, the vistas through arched trees, the cascades and grottoes surpassed any guide book description. Pay In Advance. "I say, this is great!” approved Warren. “Look through there! The fellow who laid out these grounds knew his job.” Thed river now slowed up, to give, them a better view of a magnificent | fountain at the top of a terraced j mound. “Dear, that must be the fountain i which plays every other Sunday. Why didn’t 1 bring the Baedeker?” “Oh, forget your blamed old guide- ; bock and enjoy what you see. By | Jove, just look up there!” In the distance was another foun- i tain center with marble nymphs and ; flaming flower beds. Helen, with her I slipper off. now leaned back and gave I herself up to silent enjoyment of it all j —the cool shaded groves, the smell of the woods, and the wonderful vistas I through the trees. The whole park I was a triumph of landscape art. Every now and then they passed a I festive picnic party with lunch spread In some secluded grove. And there were many courts of lawn- tennis and other field games, the white outing costumes of the players gleaming conspicuously against the green background. “Well, we’re getting our two franc 5 *’ j worth in this drive, all right. This man's got a pretty big tip coming to j him.” When they had driven entfrelv ; around the great park, thev again j drew up before the impressive iron I gate, which the soldier swung open. “We don’t want to go back to the I station yet. Let’s get out of here and j go up to the hotel and have a drink. How about having dinner there?" and i Warren motioned to the driver to let them out. “Eh? What’s that? Now what’s j he after 0 ’’ as the driver stared at j his tip, climbed down from his seat. ' and excitedlv pointed to a taximeter I in front, which they had not seen j before. “Well, what in thunder did w r e pay that twm francs for?” demanded War ren. glaring at the taximeter which registered over seven francs. “If you think you’ve got a sucker here, you’re wrong. You made us nav in advance, and that’s all you’ll get?” Here the soldier at the gate, over hearing the dispute. ram° out and explained to Warren, in halting Eng lish. that the two francs was the ad mission charged hv the park, and that the taximeter charges was for the drive. Explanation. “Oh. If that’s the way of it. all 1 right,” as Warren paid the seven francs, fifty. “But why in the devil ' didn’t he say so?” “Why, that’s exorbitant.” protest-! ed Helen indignantly, as they started up the hill to the hotel. “That makes the drive almost ten francs.” “If that’s their regular rate—that’s all right. All I want to know is that I’m not being held up. Now w'hat? Want to go to the hotel for dinner now? Or take a w r alk around the village first?” “I’m afraid I can’t walk very far,” faltered Helen. “By George, you’re a fine traveler, you are.” in a tone of disgust. “Not much Measure "oing anywhere with you. You’re either too tired, or too hot, or your feet hurt—or some blamed thing’s the matter. Gome on then, we'll have dinner. Think you can sit up and take nourishment?” There's Many a Slip. Smithson had been really a power in his day. At any rate, he had held job bringing him in some thou- 1 sands a year—that is to say, until i the smash came. After that he failed j to hold any job he got. and became j permanently out of luck His old friend Jenkins was a bit ) surprised, therefore, when Smithson ! stooped him in the street one day and angrily exclaimed: "D’you know, I’ve Just received the prize insult of my life! A chap down in the city offered' me a job this morning! ” “Offered you a job?” Replied Jen kins. “Y’ou call that an Insult? T thought you were looking for a job!” "Yes, but not at ten dollars a week. Hang it all. I can borrow' more than that from you!” "Cheer up little girl.” CHAPTER XXIII. FTF.R the scene in the office, when Jennie’s new employer tried to kiss her. Jennie real ized if she demanded her salary—so she could leave -he would not pay her. so she resolved to work the week out if possible and lie on her guard in the meantime against any outbursts on his part. The. man saw there was nothing to Ik* gained by forcing his attentions on Jennie, so thought lie would play a “waiting game” and bo as nice as possible. He apologized profusely, saying if he had not been drinking it wouldn’t have happened, hut that Jennie was so pretty he just couldn’t help it. Jen nie was determined to leave at the end of the week, though, for she could see he was only wait ing a more favorable chance. When Jennie got home that night she found her aunt, the boarding-house keeper, very ill—so sick, in fact, that they had to get a doctor. "Goodness only knows where we can get the money to pay him,” thought Jennie. The only thing the doctor could prescribe w’as a good rest, change of scene and good, wholesome food. (Juite simple to prescribe, but how could Jennie’s aunt have these things when they had barely enough to live on as it was? After the doctor had gone Jennie’s aunt called her to the bedside and told her: “I know what is the matter with me, Jennie girl: it was useless for you to have called the doctor, for lie could not help me and it/was just an added expense* that we can not afford. I’ve had these spells for years, but never one before as bad as this-but cheer up. my little girl, every thing will 1m* all right and I’ll be out of bed soon.** But in her heart she KNEW she never would. —11AL COFFMAN. (To Be Continued.) No Cause for Fear. "That circus man docs not seem to be in the least bit afraid of the effects of a spree.” "Why should he be? Didn’t he marry the snake charmer?” Why He Worried. the Morton—Hello, Jones. Why troubled look? Jones—I’m afraid I’ll be making so much money next year I’ll have to pay an income tax. T HE common problem—yours, •mine, every one's— Is not to fancy what were fair in life. Provided it could be; but finding fir.^t What may be, then how to make it fa i r— ITp to our means—a very different thing. —ROBERT BROWNING. * * * Beware of desperate steps. The dark est day, Live till to-morrow, will have passed away. —SELECTED. • • • There is a pity in forgotten things. Banished the heart they can no longer fill, Since restless Fancy spreading swal low wings Must seek new pleasures still! * * * There is a patience, too. in things forgot; They wait—they find the porta! long unused. And, knocking there, it shall refuse them not. Nor aught nor aught shall be re fused. — EDITH M. THOMAS. * * * life Is a play in which we do not choose our parts. They are chosen for us by the author of the play. But we do decide whether we will nla.\ them well or ill. —OVID. THE STATE NORMAL SCHOOL, ATHENS, GA. Named by a United States Commissioner of Education as being among the beat fitted State Normal Schools in the United States. Fifty-six officer® and teachers, ten buildings, eighteen departments of instruction, full certifi cate courses In Psychology, Pedagogy, English, Expression. Oratory, Mathe matics, Science, History, Latin, German, Greek. French, Spanish. Correspond* Cl,t The Home Life ooiirses are among the strongest in the South. Domes tic Arts and Sciences. Manual Arts. Agriculture, Gardening. Home Nursing, Physical Culture. Vocal and Instrumental Music. Sight Singing. Diploma a license to teach Two Practice Schools. Education for fitness and happi- Toial expenses for a year less than $ 1 u0.©0. w rite for JERE M. POUND. 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Hoss, Bishop Methodist Church, Nashville, Tenn., says: “It gives me the greatest pleasure to say that I regard Tate Spring water as the best remedy for all disorders of the stomach, bowels, liver and kidneys of which I have knowledge.” Enjoy the healthful water at the spring or have it shipped to your home. For sale by all druggists^ In sterilized bottles, filled and sealed at the spring. Send postal to-day for Illustrated !>ooklet, giving rates, location and description of this ideal place for the summer outing. Address TATE SPR3NG HOTEL CO. S. B. ALLEN, MANAGING DIRECTOR, TATE SPRI NG, TENN. ATLANTA MINERAL WATER CO., LOCAL DISTRIBUTORS. A TYPEWRITER COSTS OVER S3090.00 When about to make a pudding. 4 well flour your board and rolling-pin and roll the suet out to a thin sheet. Take between, your hands and rub down, when you will find the suet as fine as breadcrumbs. Before putting curtain hooks in cur tains in damp weather, rub the pins with a clean, oily rag. It prevents them rusting and tearing the curtain, and they can be taken in and out more easily. Save all old bits* of twine, knot them together, then knit with steel needles into pieces abrut a foot or more square. These make excellent dish clothes for saucepans and pie- dishes. When washing Dudding cloths, throw some orange peelings into the water. This* collects the grease and helps to make the cloths white and clean looking. If great care is not taken flatirons easily become rusted. The following is a good way to clean them when this occurs: Tie a lump of beeswax in a piece of rag. and when theirons are hot rub them with this. Then rub them well with salt on a cloth, and they will be quite smooth and clean. Before arranging maidenhair fern in vases, soak it for two hours in co d water; then singe the ends of the stems with a match. Ferns thus treated will last three times as long and keep quite green and fresh for several days. Hot-water marks may be removed from japanned trays by the simple process of rubbing them over w !1 with sweet oil, and then polishing with a little dry flour on a soft dus ter. By WILLIAM F. KIRK. i *¥ GUESS there ain’t many real I human beings that goes to the boarding houses at the sea shore, George,” said the Manicure Lady. “I was down to Tybee for a w’eek-end. and I was entertained beautiful by a friend of mine that always does everything right. She and her husband Is perfect darlings. George. He always takes her wher ever she wants to go, and she thinks ho is the only man on this globe. She is one of them kind of wives. George, that thinks when she hears about Julius Caesar that her husband would j have had Julius' Jo > if he had been living then. "But they was the only two regular i guys on that porch after we had ate our dinner and went out to let it digest In the shade. There was four married women there about forty years old or so, and two young chaos that had traveled extensively on the trolley cars. They were setting there talking to the old gals, showing how brown their arms was from swim ming and how* much muscle they had, and the old gals was fine to them, beaming on them Just as if they was grown-up men. After the two chaps had went for their third swim that day, the old gals began telling what divine waltsers the kids was; and how one of them was very witty. “But oh, dear doctor! When the name of one of the younger married ladies came up. a lady that didn’t happen to be there at the time, there was sure some scandal. “ ‘They say her husband drinks something brutal!’ says one of the old hens. “‘I wouldn’t be surmised.’ says an other. ‘She would drive anv man to drink with that temper of hers.”* “What else do you expect from that kind of folks?’ asked the Head Bar ber. “I never sat on a boarding house porch in my life, unless it was with some of the old Romans, long after the women folks had went to bed. I never could stand all the cruel things they said about the other wo men. Many a young married lady has been kissed and called ‘dearie’ by the old fat and forty girls, only to be hammered into pulp when they mov ed fifty feet away. I was up in the country not long ago and heard some of those rocking-chair dames work ing. Two of the young chaps there happened to be live onps, and went to the village to get a few' steins on a hot day. They mentioned it when they got hack home, and the next morning w'hen they started out one of the dames says ‘Look at Mr. Doo- nan and Mr. McSherry!’ and another says, ‘Yes, there they go!’ I suppose when the young fellow got back in the evening every one of the ancients says ‘Here they come!’” "That’s the trouble. George,’ said the Manicure Lady. "This would be a whole lot different world in which to live in if it wasn’t for the ‘There they go!’ and ‘Here they come!’ peo ple. If they see a young fellow throwing himself away and going -a the dogs, you don’t hear many folks shouting ‘Come back and get w*ise! They all say ‘There he goes!’ and they say it as cheerful as a kid sav ing ‘Oh Mamma, here comes the cir cus parade!’ "This is too hot a day to do much demoralizing. George, but I do wish that folks would be kinder to each other and bury the hammer. It ain’t hatchets that needs burying in this world, George, it’s hammer.” One Woman’s Story By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER Snap- ^ ■A Shots Hints For the Household