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T it 1MT , One Woman’s Story By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER 1 Ladv Constance Stewart Richardson on 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 EA-TONE A Vegetable Compound That tone* the liver. Price 25 cents, at all drug and grocery •tore*. 7 JOHN e. DANIEL, Distributor 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. FRECKLES Now Is tha Tim* to Get Rid of The** Ugly Spot*. There's no longer the slightest need of feeling ashamed of your freckles, as the prescription othlne—double strength—is guaranteed to remove these homely spots. Simply get an ounce of othlne—dou ble strength—from Jacobs’ Pharmacy and apply a little of it night and morning and you should soon see that even the worst freckles have begun to disappear, while the lighter ones have vanished entirely. It Is seldom that more than an ounce Is needed to completely clear the skin and gain, a beautiful clear complexion. Re sure to ask for the doable strength othine as this is sold tinder guarantee of money back If !t fails to remove freckles. 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. Not Alone. An old Indian man, selling baskets, called at Mrs. Allen’s one morning. He •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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