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EDITORIAL RAGE The Atlanta Georgian THE HOME RARER HALL CAINE*. 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 DO WN 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 | is 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 8ELF. Ask yourself, and don’t de ceive yourself in the answer, whether you are the man WALKING in this picture, or whether you are one of those fig ures lying asleep on the grass. The answer to that question will answer your question as to what your probable position will be 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 aw r ay libraries WITH NO BOOKS IN THE LIBRA RIES. July is gone. If you wasted that month, don't waste more time now cn regret. Start off in the right way in August. WALK fast. WORK hard. THINK for yourself, look ahead. Remember that no man ever hurt himself 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 i to you, for the man WHO REALLY TRi^c. doesn’t faiL, ELLA WHEELER WILCOX H ALL CAINE’S latest 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 seore of years. For frank realism and courageous attacks upon time worn traditions, it takes the lead of all other books written by all other authors. The heroine of this novel is n young English girl, reared bv 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 in revolt and the bride refuses to become a wife. Father, aunt, and clergymen are called into consulta 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 insists upon returning home to her father, but is finally prevailed upon to go away with the 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. * * 4 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, hv nature and habit, one cannot help feeling that his position in his own home was a sorry 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 born, and where, in the present phase of the story now running in Hearst’s Magazine, she is facing poverty and despair in her efforts to support herself and child. « « « We must remember that she was a very y ting 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- The Time to Get Ahead is Now 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 their new finery and go out—to be seen. “As good as the rest I" 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 car ried with them into the comprehen sion of growing youth no secret wonder, no half-hidden doubt of you and the way you earn the 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 your* will know it, strive as you may t> keep it hidden. Then what of you,* dreams—of houses on the hill an> friends and joy? Hark, how the water runs through the fringing willows. "To morrow,” It says, “to-morrow"—do ' you never listen to the warnitg it is trying to give? 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 bod^, 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 of 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 tliml ug along broader and kinder lines regarding these topHs. It 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 Thou 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. 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 like 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 with 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 ntght, 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—ail 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 water 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. 1 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. Frederick the Great By R*3V. THOS. B. GREGORY. F rederick the great be came King of Prussia one hundred and 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 trimmings made It one of the first powers of the Continent. A very lovable old follow, tn 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 laws 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 way, 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 Ameri- icansf 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 which the Americans were fighting as ardently as he did the personal qualities and soldierly parts of the man who led their armies. The man who travels arid works in these hot and lazy days, while others rest and think it over, is the man that WILL WIN. Young men that have ambition, and old men too, CAN GET SUCH A START BY I ( ft 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.) Look at the Picture Below, Then 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.) The Woman With the Secret Eyes By WINIFRED BLACK. ELLA WHEELER WILCOX WRITES OF “THE WOMAN THOU GAVEST MET BY HALL CAINE I he Brilliant American Poetess Analyzes the T ragedy of the Woman Whose Child Had No Father, the Horror of Her Loveless Marriage and the Great Problem of This Day.