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, One Woman’s Story
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER
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Ladv Constance Stewart Richardson
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How to . Acquire a Beautiful
Figure Through Dancing.
CHAPTER XVI.
rpHE first year of Mary Pan-
I forth’s life in the business
world dragged its dreary
length away. In the beginning there
had been some excitement attend
ant upon the new experience, and
this had buoyed her up. To be sure
there had been a great wrench in giv
ing up the home of which she and
her mother were so fond, but for her
mother’s sake the girl put her own
griefs in the background. She re
membered that once, several years
ago. her father had said to his wife
“She is singularly dependent and
sensitive, Mary. If anything should
happen to me you must look after
her as tenderly as I have tried to do
I depend upon you for that.”
The words recurred to the girl
of ten through the wearisome months
that fol ■■ ■ upon her f
death, when she saw the elderly
woman's sad face grow sadder as sh«
tried to accustom herself to changed
conditions. When Mary left home
each morning it was with the appre
elation that her mother must be both
housekeeper and houseworker, and
that she was not used to such toil
The girl would rise early in order
that she herself might make her own
bed and set her own room to rights,
then help about the breakfast.
Yet in spite of these efforts on her
part there were the dishes to be
washed, the tiny flat to be swept and
dusted, and the meals to be pre
pared by the widow. Mary would
urge her to eat a substantial lunch
eon. yet she always feared that her
own ideas of what ‘‘sabstantial”
meant in this connection and her
mother’s Interpretation of the word
differed as soon as the daughter was
out of sight. Therefore she would
order from the butcher on her wuy
downtown a chop or some other
nourishing tidbit for her mother. Del
icacies were a strain upon Mary Dan-
forth’s small purse, but her parent’s
strength must be kept up. Yet, do
what the girl would, she was sure
that when night came the patient
widow was too tired or too depressed
to sleep. She also knew—better than
did her mother—that she herself,
often went without food at the noon
hour to save the price of a lunch
eon. A few crackers slipped into her
bag before she left home would take
the place of the noon-day meal.
In spite of these economies the
family finances were very low More
than once Mrs. Dan forth had been
forced to use a little of what she
called her “insurance money” to get
herself some necessary bit of cloth
ing. Bach time this was done Mary
was impressed afresh with the hope
lessness of her efforts to support two
women decently on her small salary.
Business was dull in all branches,
and real estate was not booming.
James Pearson, her employer, had a
wife with enough money in her own
right to support herself and her hus
band, so the success of his enter
prise was not essential to his exist
ence. He kept the business because
be liked to feel that he was not de
pendent upon his wife. Mary often
wished fervently that she was in the
employ of some man to whom work
was a necessity and who would be
energetic and progressive. But she
dared not abandon a certainty for an
uncertainty.
It was at this juncture that Her
bert Fischer (“Bert’’ as his friends
called him), got into the habit of
coming to P* arson’s office to talk
over a possibl real estate deal. At
first the girl barely noticed him, so
absorbed was she In the many duties
that f« 11 t.. her lot, for she soon dis
covered that she was not only ste
nographer and typewriter, but assist
ant bookkeeper and office boy com
bined. Night found her Jaded and
nervous, looking forward eagerly to
the eltter from Gordon Craig that
often awaited her when she returned
to her fiat.
Twice Fletcher, who had remained
In the inner office talking to Pear
son, came into the outer office Just
is Mary was putting on her coat and
hat, and offered to escort her to the
elevated where she was to take the
train uptowr\ Both times the girl
had declined coldly, yet the second
time she did this her heart smote
her as she saw his disappointed ex
pression. Somehow, she thought, as
she walked toward the Cortland t
street station, the look In the man's
eyes reminded her of that in a faith
ful dog’s eyes. She was so lonely
Ih.it eves the thought of a dog's de
votion would comfort her, she said to
herself with whimsical humor. Yet
this man Fletcher was a common
kind pf a person, she decided—not a
bit like the men of her world.
Then she smiled bitterly. At least
not like the men of the world she
used to live In. Perhaps, after all,
a girl who worked In a little office
on a mean salary, and who lived
in a five-room apartment In the poor
est section of West Eighty-fourth
street, could hardly afford to sneer
at anything just because he was not
educated to the standard that had
once been hers, and had not the re
finement that was traditional In the
circle of which she had once formed
a part. That circle had melted away
since her father’s death. She could
not keep pace with her friends, and
one by on*- they had dropped out of
her life. She did not care, she mut
tered untruthfully to herself. When
one declares bitterly that she “does
not care” that Is usually when real
ly “cares” most.
And that night there was no letter
from C’raig. He usually wrote her
three times a week, but this w’as the
fourth time in six weeks that his let
ter had not come on the flay that
she expected it.
“Never mind, dearest.” she said to
her mother, who commented on the
non-arrival of the expected epistle
and who remarked that “It was queer
that Gordon had not written regular
ly lately," and "hoped that nothing
was wrong” with her daughter’s
lover. "Gordon and I understand
each other, and he is extremely busy
just now. < >m*' can hardly expect a
man to write as often as a woman
does, you know.”
Her mother kissed the speaker ten
derly. “That’s so, darling," she as
sented, "and the busier Gordon is
the more work he will do, and the
sooner he will come for you. dearie—
und for me.”
"Yes!” the girl assented, bravely.
“That Is true, dear mother.”
Hut in her heart site was saying.
“How can I stand this kind of life
unless he comes soon! How can 1
stand it!"
The first fig
ure is a dainty
and simple
pose, but it
works beauti
fully into any
of the dances
that are so
popular to-day,
for, as we all
know, dancing
is coming into
its own, and
one of the
most beautiful
and widely neg
lected arts is
now making a
place for itself.
it is mastered you will find that you
have true grace at your command. In
this, as in so many dancing move-
moms, the figure must be poised light
ly on the ball of the foot. Just such
simple movements as poising the body
lightly on the toes or ball of the
foot will help avoid civilization’s arch
enemy, flatfoot. and will help in the
acquisition of a light, springy walk.
Poise the body lightly on the right
foot, with a general inclination toward
the right. Stretch the right arm up
and out and droop the left arm from
shoulder to just below the waist in
one long curve. Even while the body
is sw’aying in this position, lift the
left leg from the hip and sway it
backward from the knee, making one
line from knee to toes and bringing
the fcot almost on a level with the
knee. Now stand on the left foot and
alternate from side to side.
This exercise is by no mean?« easy
to master, but there is no movement
of which I know that can be more
absolutely counted on to bring the
figure into the long, graceful, undu
lating lines we all so much admire.
<xo <>
A Bachelor’s Diary
By MAX.
Mother and Father
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
F ATHER'S Idea of good luck Is
winning a lottery ticket. Moth
er’s is to find a pair of stock
ings that do not need darning.
*•
It is father who hopes at the be
ginning of impracticable schemes,
and mother who cheers when things
go wrong in the end. It is father who
is depressed and exaggerates what Is
lost, and mother who is cheerful in
counting what is left.
Mother is proud to be told that the
homeliest child In the family resem
bles her. Father isn’t.
Here of late the children put (he
dependence in father's money that
some generations ago was put In
mother's prayers.
It is father, never mother, who ex
pects the children to assume the
burden as they get older. Mother, if
she had her w’ay, would carry it till
the day of her death.
Once upon a time father called
mother and the children together and
said in the very wisest way: “This
house would be conducted better if
business principles were applied.
Your system.” frowning at mother,
“would throw a peanut stand into
the court of bankruptcy. I have
opened what I will call a trouble
book. Every member of the family
will make entries in it of troubles,
worries, etc., and we will meet at
the end of the week to discuss the
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entries and act upon any sugges
tions for reform.”
Then he frowned at mother again
and went to his office. A week later
the trouble book was opened.
"Mother won’t let me go swim
ming." “Mother refuses to let me
have any spending money; I suggest
a needed reform here.” "Mother
wouldn't let me wear my best dress
to play in.” etc., etc., appeared in the
handwriting of the children, and in
father’s handwriting there appeared:
"Mother had the steak too well done”;
“Mother is neglecting her personal
appearanee; I recall twenty years
ago when she took more pride in
doing her hair”; "Mother asked for
money to-day to get Willie new
shoes; 1 must look into her extrav
agance." etc., etc., from father and
the children, but not one complaint
from mother!
Passing between Soylla and
Charybdis is no feat compared with
the daily position of the mother whose
children are always demanding more
money of her, and whose husband is
always telling her she must get along
with less.
Before the oldest girl in the family
is sixteen her father finds his throne
tottering, and by the time she is
eighteen he hasn't enough authority
left to order a favorite old picture
left on the parlor wall.
When father scolds and goes out
slamming the door, the daughter
wishes she could have a man like
that for a husband about a minute,
and she'd cure him. and her mother
tells her she will have a chance some
day.
It is not very creditable to those
children who live ami grow up, but
in the years to come the mother finds
her greatest comfort in the thought
that the child that would have al
ways been appreciative and kind, and
never have hurt her. is the one that
died when it was a baby.
By LADY CONSTANCE STEWART
RICHARDSON.
W HEN I was a child of 11 I u«»ed
to go out in the gardens of my
English home and study the
statues and statuettes that decorated
it. For hours at a time I used to
copy the poFes of those lovely classi
cal statues, and I found the greatest
entertainment and Joy In trying to
imitate those beautiful poses. This
was the beginning of my dancing, and
from the taste I acquired for classical
pose and movement has come, I feel
sure, whatever measure of bodily
grace is mine.
Dancing Is essentially feeling, and
the expression of that feeling well
up in movement and rhythm. It
makes for grace and for strong,
healthy bodies as no other form of
exercise can, because no other form
of exercise ip as universally possible,
as entirely within the reach of a
as this natural expression of the po
etry we all have down In our natures.
To-day I am giving you two ex
ercises that express the Joy of living
to a wonderful extent and give the
body much to rojolce in. for they
make for grace, for lightness and for
the universally desired bodily beauty.
The First Figure.
The first figure Is a dainty and
simple pose, hut It works beautifully
into any of the dances that are so (
popular to-day, for, as we all know, j the floor, keeping the loot almost :it
dancing is coming into its own, and right angles to the other foot. Lift
one of the most beautiful and widely the arms slowly, keeping the right
neglected arts is now making a place
for itself. This figure (IB) may be
Tuts second
figure (2B) is
an exercise
that must bring
to the body
the lightness
of flying, and
when once it
is mastered you
will find that
you have true
grace at your
command.
FIGURE TWO.
practicing It; Point the toes of the
right foot straight forward and bal
ance the weight firmly on that foot.
Now raise the left leg slowly from
learned with the support of a wa
but it should be worked out in such
perfection that it can be done with
absolute poise. It will strengthen
weak ankles and Insteps while it is
developing power for grace in arms
and legs. Here is my method of
arm held In one continuous line,
while the left Is curved at the elbow
and raised at the wrist. The fingers
are held lightly and well apart. The
whole body inclines slightly toward
the left when the left arm and leg
are expressing the greater amount
of action, and when the weight falls
In the alternate pose I always recom
mend the body sways to the raised
right foot.
Thbi exercise, like all other dancing
movements, must express lightness
and joy. for dancing is dancing only
when it comes as an expression of a
happy spirit. It must express per
sonality and yet conform to true
ideals of grace and beauty, and thus
in time it will bring the body to grace
and beauty, too.
Figure Two.
The second figure (2B) is an exer
cise that must bring to the body the
lightness' of flying, and when once
WARMED OVER LOVE
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX,
"By land or sea, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray
Or change the tide of destiny!”
* *
Though Ambition have one heel
nailed in hell, yet she stretches her
fingers toward the heavens.
—BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.
Be merciful to me. O God!
The Arab nroverb cries.
A sinner I, and so my plea
Craves answer from Thy skies.
Thy mercy is already shown
Unto all virtuous 1 —Lo!
Thy’ mercy to the righteous man
Is that Thou madest him so.
MAIDEN MUSINGS.
What chance has sane, sensible
reason against the fortified power of
a wild nabit?
Loss is unpleasant—but it never
rises to the dignity of calamity un
less it is the loss of self-respect.
There is more real joy in carrying
out intentions than in merely plan
ning to do it.
A good way to be at peace with
the world is to expect little of it, to
be unafraid of it, to see some good
in it, and to give much to it!
* *
THOU ART LIKE A FLOWER.
(After the German of Heinrich
Heine.)
Ah, Love, you are a flower.
So fair, so s»weet, so pure;
I think in sacred wonder
Of storms you must endure.
J ULY 6.—"Tell me your name, Lit
tle Girl,” saiif the woman who had
rolled out such expressions as
"the fundamental principles of liber
ty” as naturally as an entirely differ
ent type of woman rolls out the words
“darlingest" and “cute,” showing to
which class she belonged.
Manette looked at me. I nodded my
head. Then, to my surprise, the child
told her real name—my name, and
the name I was trying to keep secret.
“Blake,” I hastily added. “Blake,”
she repeated after me.
The visitor looked grimly satisfied.
Her suspicions were confirmed I
"You are Manette H , the little
heiress. You are not Manette Blake
at all, and if you will come with me
I will take you to your guardian. It
you,” turning to me, “interfere, I will
have you arrested.”
I laughed. “I hope,” I said, put
ting fresh bait on my hook, and cast
ing it out into the water, "that I will
live long enough to see your sex In
power. You are so inconsequential, so
altogether unreasoning, and so cock
sure that you are right that we will
no longer be forced to turn to the
joke books for amusement. The Con
gressional Records, in that glorious
period,'will cause a laugh to ring
around the world.”
“When the women are in power,”
she retorted, "idlers like you who go
around insulting women will be flog
ged.”
This was growing interesting. “I
am not idle,” I replied. “I am fishing.
I have been fishing for three hours
and haven’t had a bite. That indi
cates persistence, steadfastness of
purpose and ambition that will not be
discouraged. As for being insult
ing ”
A Bluff Called.
I turned and looked her square in
the face. “I don’t see,” I said, slowly,
and a^if giving it deep thought, "why
you used that word. To insult you I
should have to regard you or your
Intentions seriously. Believe me,
madame, I had not done that.”
I drew my line carefully In and
packed up my box of fishing tackle.
“Come, Manette.” I said to the child,
"let us go and be arrested. Are you
ready?” turning to the very red-faced
woman who stood beside me.
"If you will walk with us as far as
the cottage I will get a horse, or do
you prefer to have the child ride with
with you and have me tied to your
horse’s tail and dragged as captives
were in the olden times?”
I had called her bluff! “I want
nothing,” in anger, "but to see that
child restored to its guardian.”
"Then rest easy,” I replied, taking
off my hat and bowing. "She is with
her guardian now.”
"If you are Mr. Max ” she began,
and could say no more, for she real
ized what a spectacle she had made
of herself.
I bowed again and turned away. A
moment later she came running after
me. “I hope,” she stammered, “that
you will forgive me, but your
looks ”
I cut her short with a bow, and,
picking Manette up in my arms,
turned on to a narrow wooded path,
and was soon out of sight.
“She Is the kind of woman.” I
mused, “that thinks that to be a man
is prima facie evidence of guilt. An 1
the trouble is, her number is increas
ing.”
A New Spot.
July 16.—Manette and I have found
a new picnic spot, and for several
days we had eluded the interloper, but
on the fourth day I found her sitting
on the porch when we got home. She
had come, she said, to borrow Man
ette to take part in a. tableaux to be
given for the cause. "She would
make,” she said, "such a pretty little
Goddees of Liberty. Besides.” she ar
gued, “the change would do her good.
She needs a little civilization.”
That made me smile. “Civilization”
of the brand found at summer resorts,
consists in sitting around on hotel
verandas, comparing surgical opera
tions and crochet patterns and brand
ing as “bold” and “scheming” the
! •
woman who receives the attention of
the only man at the place. I could
Imagine Manette being passed around
by the crochet cut-ups who would
speculate on the price of her clothes,
her uncle’s wealth, and seek to secure
through her childish frankness the
key to mv family secrets.
I refused. "The child,” I explained,
“Is dearer to me than the Cause. She
Is in bed by 8 every night and has
never been permlted to etay up late
and grow feverish and excited taking
part like a manikin in some foolish
show. I know that mothers let their
children do it, but I am not a mother.
I am only a man.”
“And the rudest man that ever
lived,” she retorted, striding out to
get on her horse.
I did not offer to assist her. I
never have. It would be inconsistent
for her to accept
July 28'.—I am writing this while
lying in bed, and somewhere In the
room, I don’t know where, for I can’t
easily turn my head to pee, there is a
trained nurse.
I do not know how she got here nor
when. All I know is that her atten
tions are very grateful to me, and
that there have been days when I
seemed to be slipping away from
everyone into nowhere, and only the
firm, cool touch of her hand held me.
I think I was conscious of her hand
and its helpfulness and soothing mag
ic for days before I opened my eyes
wide enough to look her in the face.
Even now I do not know what she
looks like, and am not interested. I
lie for hours with my eyes closed,
asking nothing more in life than that
a pair of very strong hands, white
and soft and gentle, be there to turn
my herd when the pain of one posi
tion is too great, to smooth my pil
low, and I hear a voice somewhere
murmur. “Poor boy, poor boy!”
July 29.—Richards is here. I do not
know when she came. I only know
that every few hours ehe comes from
some remote place—the next room is
remote in my presnt condition—and
helps The Hands move me to an eas
ier oosition, and that with her coming
all concern for Manette has left me.
Fall Guy.
A gentleman In a club had formed
the hopeless and harmful habit v*f
taking too much to drink—alcohol-
ically speaking—before he went homo
every evening.
“How does he know what time 'o
go home?” asked a stranger in the
club one night.
“It’s this way,” explained a mem
ber. "He goes to the head of that
long flight of stairs leading to the
street. If he falls down them, he
knows it’s time to go home.”
A Ready Proof.
Father—Just fancy, Willie, all these
fields used to be under the sea. and
fish were swimming about where we
are standing.
Willie—Yes, dad; here’s an empty
salmon tin.
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P UZZLED writes as follows:
"I am a young girl 20 years
of age and am deeply in love
with a man eight years my senior,
who reciprocates my love twlce-fold.
He lias a very good position in busi
ness and is all that can be expected
from a well-bred, respectable man.
My only objection to him Is that he is
a widower and has two small chil
dren. My parents also object for
this ieason, and it is their only rea
son. If they thought the union would
make me happy I am quite sure they
would not stand In my way. 1 have
met other young men, hut can not
seem to care for any of them.”
The experience of wooing and win
ning a wife, of tasting the joy of be
ing the head of one’s own home, the
creature comforts that domesticity
means for a man, the broadening of
heart and sympathies when the wife-
goes bravely alone to the shadow of
death and returns with a child in her
arms, the anguish of spirit when the
mother falls sick and the desolation
of the home when she is taken out
of it forever, all tend to make a man
more tender ami considerate.
Though his home may have had its
discomforts, he learns to regard it as
his home; not his father’s, or his
mother’s, but his own home. He also
learned what an unimportant factor
he was in its making, and realized
the value of the WOMAN as he nev
er realized it in his bachelor days.
That the experience is educational
In a way that means more love, more
consideration and an easing of the
burden for the second wife. 1 am so
certain that 1 wonder that the greater
eligibility of the widower over the
bachelor has not become an accepted
fact.
Not Recognized.
Older women recognize it. Younger
women do not because of the pretty
sentiment they attach to being a
man’s first love.
The only objection to this man.
then, is that he has two small chil
dren. Poor little motherless babes!
1 hope this little girl who has won
this man’s love has a heart broad
enough to take in his children; a
courage that will sustain her when,
as a stepmother, she is maligned
and misunderstood; and a charity
that is big enough to cover their
faults as effectually as if they were
her own children.
Someone must mother the mother
less, and the task is hard at its best,
but one that is made light in the all-
sustaining power of Love. If this
man and his girl have for each other
a love that will stand the strain, their
union will be happy though he had
ten children.
Learns Something.
His previous experience has made
him dependent, tender and broader
and considerate. He has two chil
dren and he knows that the woman
ho takes to the altar promises more
than to be a loyal wife. She prom
ises to be a loving mother to his chil
dren. to accept t’neir resentment and
ingratitude without complaint, and to
know’ that hereafter to the end ot
her days criticism will be her lot.
He knows all this, and is grateful
On his first wedding day he regarded
himself as a prize; the second time
he goes to the altar with two chil
dren at his heels he knows, if he is a
man and knows anything, that the
prize is the brave-hearted girl who
accompanies him.
He was confident on his fir t wed
ding day that he was dividing his
joys. He knows on his second wed
ding day that he is dividing his bur
dens and sorrows, and the knowledge
makes him humble.
You love him. my dear; you have
met no other man you could love. He
loves you, and I am sure your love is
big enough to take in his children.
Nothing counts for as much as love
If you love, you know' no burden
When you love, there is no sorrow’ too
hard to bear. Marry him, go on
loving him, and so long as you love
him, you will be happy.
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•was very anxious to make a sale, and,
after considerable parleying, he said:
"Make me an offer, madam, and see
if I don’t take you up."
Little 5-year-old Bertha was a spec
tator to the interview, and when the
man made this remark she threw her
arms around her mother, crying:
"Mother, if he takes you, I’ll go,
too.”
Frank.
Lady (to applicant for position of
gardener)—You are, of course, strict
ly sober.
Applicant—Yes, mum. often.
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162 4, Atlanta, Ga. Advt.
Riverside Military Academy
AN IDEAL PREPARATORY SCHOOL
Boys from Ten Southern States Last Ses
sion. Most Completely Equipped School
in the South. Boys Prepared for College,
West Point, Annapolis, or Commercial
Lite. A Thorough Preparatory School.
RIVERSIDE’S SUPERIOR ADVANTAGES INCLUDE:
UNSURPASSED LOCATION: Two miles out from Gainesville, the
healthiest city in the South. In the foothills of the Blue Ridge, and
on the banks of the Chattahoochee river, and Lake Warner.
BUILDINGS AND EQUIPMENT: Barracks, Mess Hall and Clasa
rooms built of brick and stone. The most perfectly appointed boys’
school in the South.
ACCOMPLISHED FACULTY: A trained and experienced instructor
for every 12 boys. Tutorial system gives 60% greater efficiency for
each student and insures rapid advancement
%
INTELLECTUAL ATMOSPHERE: Connected by trolley with the
cultured city of Gainesville, the home of Brenau, and famed for its
morality and beautiful churches.
ATHLETIC SUPREMACY: Riverside’s championship teams attest
its high stand in pure athletics. Best coaches, only, employed for
each branch of sport. Often three and four teams on athletic field en
gaged in same sport, at the same time.
MILITARY DEPARTMENT: Strict military discipline is maintained.
West Point cadet uniforms. A campus of 2,000 acres, comprising
woodland and stream, affords ample opportunity for manoeuvres, tar
get practice, skirmishes, bridge-building, etc.
PATRONAGE EXCLUSIVE: Cadet corps is recruited, annually, from
those families who appreciate health, efficiency, mental and moral de
velopment. Barrack room limited. References required.
For Handsome Illustrated Catalogue, Address
Riverside Military Academy
Box 23
SANDY BEAVEB, President
GAINESVILLE, GA.