Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, August 08, 1913, Image 16
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EDITORIAL RAGE The Atlanta Georgian THE HOME RARER
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX WRITES 0
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HALL CAINE.
Look at the
Picture Below,
ihen Look
at Yourself.
You Can Find in This Picture
More Information About
"How to Succeed” Than
Carnegie or Rockefeller
Could Give You in Two
Hours' Talk.
(Copyright, 1913. >
Work, hurry, plan, achieve—
while the others rest.
That is the big secret of suc
cess.
The turtle won the race
against the hare in the fable, be
cause the turtle walked ALL
THE TIME.
He could not run very fast but
HE KNEW ENOUGH NOT T )
LIE DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP.
Take a lesson from that turtle.
Take a lesson from this pic
ture.
Your competitors are asleep
on the grass.
They are thinking that it is
too hot to work. They are pity
ing themselves. They will have
more cause to pity themselves
later for having pitied them
selves so much NOW.
Don't envy the man who is
paddling a canoe and telling
some young person with a high
color what wonderful things he
13 going to do NEXT WINTER.
Let him paddle his canoe and
talk about himself.
YOU WORK NOW
Lucky the man who works in
August, lucky the man who is
found by the hottest sun's rays
ATTENDING TO BUSINESS.
When you are racing side by
side with others, and when all
are running, you can not do
more than keep even.
Now, while others rest, is your
chance to get ahead. Take it.
Don’t pick this up and say to
yourself that it is a rather nice
picture, and put it down again.
LOOK at it, study it.
THEN LOOK AT YOUR
SELF.
Ask yourself, and don't de
rive yourself in the answer,
whether you are the man
WALKING in this picture, or
whether you are one of those fig-
ires lying asleep on the grass.
The answer to that question
will answer your question as to
what your probable position will
ie in the world a few years from
now.
There is a better sermon on
success in this picture by Tad
than in all the nice interviews
given out by Mr. Rockefeller
telling how he saved his first
dollar, or by Mr. Carnegie say
ing what a wonderful thing it
is to give away libraries WTTH
NO BOOKS IN THE LIBRA
TIES.
July is gone. If you wasted that
'©nth, don't waste more time now
n regret. Start o*f in the right way
n August. WALK fast. WORK hard.
THINK for yourself, look ahead.
Remember that no man ever hurt
lirrrelf with too much work.
IT'S WHAT YOU DO BE
TWEEN WORKING HOURS
THAT HURTS YOU.
Remember, also, that no man
cheats his employer. You can only
cheat yourself by doing a thing less
well than you know how to do it.
Be the steady walker, be the man
who gains time while others rest, be
the man who gets ahead.
And if you really try. good luck
to you. for the man WHO REALLY
TRIES doesn’t fail,
THOU GAVEST ME/' BY HALL CAINE
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The Brilliant American Poetess Analyzes the Tragedy of the Woman Whose Child Had No Father, the
Horror of Her Loveless Marriage and the Great Problem of This Day.
H ALL CAINE'S Infest work of fiction, “The Woman
Thou Gavest Me,” is a striking illustration of the
change which has taken place in the world of
literature during the last score of years.
For frank realism and courageous attacks upon time
worn traditions, it takes the lead of all other hooks writlen
by all other authors.
The heroine of this novel is a young English girl,
reared hv an angelic mother and a traditionally brutal
British father.
The father is a self-made man. who attains great
wealth, and who marries his daughter to a debauched
man of title.
The girl's feelings and ideas are not taken into con
sideration in the least. Neither has she been instructed
regarding the meaning of marriage. The death of her
mother when she was a mere child deprived her of the
one tender tie, and left her with only the companionship
of disagreeable relatives or paid attendants.
* * *
From the hour of her marriage the trials and prob
lems of life begin to present themselves to this young
girl With the first approach of the husband as a lover,
all her womanly instincts arise .n revolt and the bride
refuses to become a wife.
Father, aunt, and clergymen are called into consults
tion, to small avail. Afraid as the girl is of her father,
she is still more terrified at the thought of giving herself
to her husband.
She insist^ upon returning homo to her father, but is
finally prevailed upon to go away with I he husband, if he
will leave her undisturbed until he can win her affections.
To this situation the husband consents, wishing to
avoid a public scandal. However, his method of winning
his bride’s affections is not a successful one. Intemper
ance and vulgarity are among his characteristics and the
young wife finds herself growing more and more dis
gusted with him, daily.
# # *
Then comes the designing adventuress, in the guise of
an old school friend and relative, who enters the home
and becomes the mistress of the husband.
Bad as the man is, by nature and habit, one cannot
help feeling that his position in his own home was a Rorry
one, and his affiliation with a woman of his own type does
not seem at all surprising.
However, it ends all possibility of his ever winning
the heart of his wife. Just at this moment the ideal man
enters upon the scene and new complications arise.
Heart, soul, brain and body awaken simultaneously
in the young wife, and it is quite naturally a blow to the
husband’s pride and to his self-conceit when he discovers
that the chaste Diana, who has refused her husband’s
kiss, is an expectant mother.
The wife runs away, alone, and goes to London, where
her child is horn, and where, in the present phase of the
story now running in Ilearst’s Magazine, she is facing
poverty and despair in her efforts to support herself and
child.
* * *
"We must remember that she was a very young and
perfectly ignorant girl, knowing nothing of life, of the
world, or of human nature, when she was plunged into all
these distressing situations. All her instincts were high
and fine, yet through the curious complications of her
destiny, she became the mother of a child of a man she
loved while married to a man she loathed.
Mighty problems face her in this situation
Everywhere she sees women respected by society
and religious institutions, who are mothers of undesired
children of detested men, simply because they are married
to them.
Everywhere she sees women despised and shunned
because they have brought forth children with love only
to legitimatize birth.
Her young mind is torn and tortured with all the
great problems suggested by these experiences. Mean
time, the lover she believes to be dead is sailing on the
high seas searching for strange goals and wholly un
conscious of all that has happened to the woman of his
heart.
Besides these two central figures are several other
very interesting characters; one a beautiful young woman
who elopes with a clergyman connected with the school
where this young girl was educated. In the midst of her
great distress, in her efforts to make a living for her child,
she comes upon them in the slums of London; the clergy
man dying and the woman selling herself, soul and body,
to supply him with the necessities of life.
* # #
Just how Mr. Caine is going to 'deal with all these
characters eventually is a question to all readers of his
remarkable novel.
No amount of brilliant writing and no amount of
realistic pen pictures can change to any marked degree
the situation of a woman who becomes a mother without
the sanction of the law.
Birth needs, first and foremost, both the legitimate
call of love and the sanction oi marriage to make it ideal
and beautiful.
When either element is lacking the child is not well
born in the fullest meaning of that word.
Physically, mentally and morally the child may be
perfectly equipped to meet the demands of life, with
only love as a dower from both parents; but we live in
a world which has been obliged to make social laws to
protect its social rights: and where there is a flaw in the
birth certificate of a child, in this respect, it is sure to
cause suffering and trouble sooner or later for all con-
cerned.
But Mr. Caine’s story will set people to thinking
along broader and kinder lines regarding these topics.
Tt presents great subjects for the mature deliberation
of all classes and the followers of all creeds. The
methods of public charitable institutions toward erring
women are fully illustrated in this novel, and will no
doubt lead to much discussion and many protests. Read
the great story, “The Woman Thon Gavest Me.”
# * &
Hall Caine's extraordinary novel, “The Woman Thou
Gavest Me,” may be begun in the number of Hearst’s Magazine
now on the newsstands. A complete synopsis of previous chap
ters is printed in the magazine.
Frederick the Great
By REV. THOS. B. GREGORY.
F FREDERICK THE GREAT be
came King of Prussia one
hundred aod seventy-three
years ago—May 31, 1740. It was
not much of a Prussia then, but
the little man In the blue coat
with the red trimming* made It
one of the first powers of the
Continent.
A very lovable old fellow, in
many ways, was Frederick the
Great. Underneath the king
there was ever visible the man.
After he had conquered his pol
itical position he made his nobles
and aristocrats treat the com
mon people fairly. He personally
saw to it that just law’s were In
stituted. He mortally hated fa
naticism and bigotry. When the
churchmen attempted to inveigle
him into religious persecution, he
replied: “Let the parsons go to
Heaven their own w r ay, and let
everybody else do the same.”
At heart he was favorable to
democratic institutions. When
King George wanted to hire sol
diers of him to fight the Amer
icans he indignantly spurned the
proposition, and refused to let the
Hessians pass through his terri
tory on their way to join the
British. He admired the things
for w’hich the Americans w’ere
fighting as ardently as he did the
personal qualities and soldierly
parts of the man who led their
armies.
The Time to Get Ahead Is Now
The Woman With the Secret Eyes
By WINIFRED BLACK.
The man who travels and works in these
hot and lazy days, while others rest and
think it over, is the man tnat WILL WIN.
Young men that have ambition, and old
men too, CAN GET SUCH A START BY
DOING THE RIGHT KIND OF WORK
NOW THAT THE OTHERS RESTING
AND THINKING HOW HOT IT IS WILL
NEVER CATCH YOU. August, September,
October—they are the months of the winning
workingman. (See Editorial.)
S HE lives down In the valley by
the running water, the wo
man with the secret eyes.
She has three children, a boy and
two girls; her husband has gone
away, they say.
She Is poor—and she Is angry
about it. She does not ljke the old
house by the running water and she
hates the song the water sings all
day and all night.
“If I could only get up on the
hill,” she says whenever a neighbor
will stop to talk wdth her, "It would
be better up there. See what gay
lives the people on the hill live.
They have company and the lights
shine through their windows far,
far into the night, and they laugh
and sing, and down here, where
I live, we hear only the water—all
day and all night the water.
And He’s Smart.
“My children don’t like it here,
either. I am going to send them
away so they won’t hear it—all day
and all night, the running of the
water there by the door.
"The boy is going away to the
city. Did you see the new suit I
bought him? Oh, I can manage
when I have to, and the new shoes,
too, and the hat? Nothing better
in town than those clothes—he's
‘as good as the rest now.’
“And he’s smart, too; he will
make his way, and then we will
live on the hill, too, maybe.
“The girls are going, too. I shall
see to that. Did you notice the
pretty new hats I have bought
them? Not a girl in town has
prettier ones—and their stockings,
too. Some day they shall have a
piano like the little girls up there
on the hill. I will get it for them.
You'll see; you’ll see. They won't
always be so poor.”
Last night when I took a walk
by the rushing w r ater I met the
three children, far, far out on the
road toward town, and I saw a man
slink through the low trees to the
door of the woman with the secret
eyes. I heard the woman's voice.
She was laughing a cruel, wicked
laugh, a dangerous laugh like the
warning of a snake, and the man
laughed, too.
of
the
To-morrow the three children
will have more new things to make
them look like the children in the
houses up there on the hill—and
the woman with the secret eyes
will laugh again and be proud of
the fine showing her children
make—and all the time she is dig
ging, digging, digging a pit for
their poor little feet; for the peo
ple of the town are beginning to
whisper.
They nod together, the old
women; they grin together, the old
men—-and the children wonder why
it is that people look so strangely
at them when they put on theii
new finery and go out—to be seen.
“As good as the rest!” Poor
woman with the secret eyes, don’t
you know, can’t you understand
that those children would be better
off if they went barefoot, ragged
and had too little to eat, and cap.
ried with them into the comprehen
sion of growing youth no secret
wonder, no half-hidden doubt
you and the way you earn
money to spend so freely on them?
The boy who’s going to the city
soon, what can he ever be with
such a mother? The little girl,
with the soft eyes there, how can
she ever hold up her head—when
she remembers and understands?
The slender child with the puzzled
eyes, what will she care what
dresses she wore—when she lived
down by the rushing waters? All
she will know is that there was
something “queer" about her
mother.
Can’t Hide Her Story.
Oh, woman with the secret eyes,
work, scrub, starve, do anything
honest, anything decent, and give
your children a memory of you
that will keep them straight when
their own feet begin to wander.
Your eyes are secret, but they can
not hide your story. Some day,
some day these little ones of yours
will know it, strive as you may to
keep it hidden. Then what of your
dreams—of houses on the hill and
friends and joy?
Hark, how the water
through the fringing willows,
morrow it says, "to-morrow”—dc
you never listen to the warning 11
Is trying to give?
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