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Marriage and Happiness
By DOROTHY DIX.
“Give Me Long Distance”
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright 1913 by International News
Service.
I S the happy way to he married the
scrappy way?
Is the real emblem of domestic
felicity the prize fighter’s mitt, and
not the dove of peace?
Can husbands and wives really be
too polite, too considerate, and too
amiable 0
Is the perfect husband or wife not
to be desired, after all?
The average married couple would
answer these questions by saying that
nobody knew, because no man or
woman had ever achieved his or her
Ideal mate. He or she might have
thought he or she was getting this
wonder at the time of the marriage,
but later on—sav five years after
ward—well, that’s a different story,
and a sad one. friends.
Undoubtedly we are all In the way
of thinking that the reason that mar
riage is so often a. failure is because
the high contracting parties are not
only shy on a large proportion of the
domestic virtues, but they are also
short on patience, and civility, and
tact, and the most elementary re
gard, for each other’s rights and per
sonal liberty. When we see the way
in which most husbands and wives
treat each other we are not surprised
at the sound of breaking and rending
of matrimonial bonds that we hear
all about us. We are amazed that
any rouple remain tied together.
It appears, however, hat you can
overdo, a good thing even In matri
mony. and that a husband and wife
can be too perfect, as witness the
case of a prominent young couple of
actors, who have Just separated be
cause they found an ideal marriage
too dull to be endured.
The Same Kind.
This young man and woman wore
of the kind of people who take life
seriously. Before they were married
they had long heart-to-heart talks
in which they discussed the duties
and obligations of husbands and
wives, and formulated a plan for
making matrimony a grand, sweet
song.
They drew up a list of things that
they would do and would refrain from
doing, and pledged themselves never
to speak a harsh word, never to an
swer back when the other spoke Im
patiently, never to provoke a quarrel,
never to be jealous, or unreasonable,
or moody, or grouchy, but to be al
ways tender, affectionate, consider
ate. patient, forbearing and so on.
In short, each was to be a pin
feathered angel, and their home whs
to be a heaven on earth, but Instead
this ushering In a domestic millen
nium as they anticipated, each soon
began to be bored stiff, and to long
to make a few dents in the perfec
tion of the other. Life became In
supportable. It was like living on a
diet of nothing but chocolate creams,
or In a climate where there Is never
anything hut sunshine, and so the
victims of the too much perfection
in marriage are petitioning the courts
to divorce them.
This case can hardlv be considered
in the light of an awful warning, be
cause there are not many people who
err on the side of being too good.
But undoubtedly hard as the faulty
husband or wife is to endure, the per
fect one would be still worse, for
there Is nothing In Heaven or earth
that is more exasperating than the
individual that Is always right, unless
It Is the person who remains cool,
calm, and collected while you are a
seething volcano.
It la not In humanity to endure per
fection, especially In Its mate, and
that Is why the wife of a man who is
an example in the community always
wears a meek, dejected look, while
the husband of a superior woman is
a sight so abject that It brings tears
to the hardest eyes.
The Successful Wife.
It I* »Ipo to be observed that the
women who are the happiest and the
best loved wives are almost Invari
ably poor, weak, faulty creatures, who
waste their husbands’ money on flna
clothes and (rood times whereas the
wives who do their duty by their
families by economizing and working
and going shabby, nevpr get any
thanks for It, It Is also discouraging
to masculine virtue for men to ob
serve that the most adored husbands
are those whose wives are kept busy
forgiving them things
As a matter of fact, most of the
theories about married life don't
work out In real experience. For In
stance. wives are advised that the
wav to keep a man nailed to his own
fireside Is to be always amusing and
entertaining and dressed up, and to
chat gaily with husband of an even
ing. and to sing and play for him. and
keep something going all the time.
Can anybody Imagine anything more
horrible than such a home, a home
that was an understudy of a music
hall and a wife that leapt nimbly
from vaudeville stunt to vaudeville
stunt?
What you want with a home Is a
place where you can take off your
coat and your collar, and sit on the
back of your neck, and be quiet, with
out having to talk, or to be„talked to.
or to have to listen with a polite ex
pression of an Interest you don’t feel
Certainly to be married to a woman
who would read aloud to you. or
render a few operatic selections when
you were dead tired, ought to entitle
any man to divorce on the ground of
cruel and unusual punishment.
And, equally objectionable would he
a husband who was such a perfect
gentleman that he always made hts
wife feel as If she must have on her
best frock and her company man
ners, and before whom she could
never permit herself the luxury of
appearing In a kimono, and saying
what was really on her mind.
A Mystery.
Outsiders often wonder at the why
of the family spat. It Is so perfectly
useless, and so easily avoided. They
can not see why the wife should not
have kept silent on the topic that is
like W'aving a red flag before a mad
bull to introduce to her husband’s no
tice. Nor can they see why the man
hasn't prudence enough to turn away
anger with a soft word.
The real psychology of the domes
tic quarrel is that nature Is trying lo
infuse a little ginger into domesticity
to keep It from getting too monoto
nous, and so cloying on the domestic
palate. A good round quarrel is the
thunderstorm that clears the atmos
phere and bring fresh ozone Into the
fnmlly circle.
The Immoral of all of which is thal
It Is fatal to try to be too good a
husband or wife.
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John Has a Garden
“J
"OHN is a very Intense man,”
said the woman In the laven
der dress who had Just or
dered tea. "Whatever he does or
buys or thinks Is the . ltimate limit
of that particular thin* When he
wanted to have a flower garden I
forgot his peculiarities and so I
neglected to head him off. It seemed
to me then that growing green stuff
was a harmless form of amusement
and would give me lots of time to
take my mind off from worrying
about John.
•'He nearly had brain fever through
trying to plant an acre of things in a
space 30 by 50 feet. Having room for
ten penny plants, he bought twenty.
When the 3Q larkspur plants arrived
he found that he had space for fif
teen. It was the same way all
through the garden
"However, these that I have men
tioned were only minor annoyances.
• What 1 am getting at is that posi
tive revolution of our manner of liv
ing that followed his discovery that
the scheme of nature included In
sects. At least we started out by
calling them insects, but we ended
by using the briefer and much more
emphatic term. bugs.
A Promising Stage.
"John’s garden had reached the
Promising stage where there were
tiny, hard little buds on everything
and he was terribly excited, imagin
ing what it was going to look like
presently and was pluming himself
on the result of his toil when he hap
pened to investigate a fuchsia bud
that had withered unaccountably.
"I’ll never forget the sight of my
husband in that awful instant.
"First he shot right up in the air
about ten feet, then he waved his
arms and choked and immediately
beat his chest and howled for me.
Believe me, I ran. It Is a terrible
things to be married to a man for
several years and then discover that
he is a victim of spasms! But such
was my experience.
"‘John" I gasped as soon as I
could speak. ‘Where is the pain?’
“ 'Pain?' John bellowed ‘It was a
spider! I smashed him' A measly,
little gray spider. Millicent. has eaten
off the stem of that perfectly good
fuchsia hud! And it would have
bloomed to-morrow!’ John was star
ing at the blasted bud in his hand
‘Look out!’ he yelled as 1 toppled
over against the fence in my relief.
‘You’ll break those lilies.'
"Then John did another war dance.
He had discovered two devouring in
sects on his lilies. He killed them with
a murderous rage and then petted
those lilies scandalously. If he had
rescued his child from a man-eating
tiger he couldn't have gone on worse.
"From that time on he became a
prowler He was up at dawn chasing
gray spiders, black spiders and pink
spiders, not to mention furry cater
pillars and cutworms and beetles.
Oh. I know all about them because
he had to have some one to tell his
sorrows to and what is a perfectly
good wife for but to unload troubles
upon?
"T would be sinking back Into slum.
1 r when suddenly I would wake up
with a shriek and find John dangling
just above my noso something that
vr’egied took. Millicent..’ he would
say. What do you suppose this kind
of hug Is? I found It on the honey
suckle vine® and nine of the buds are
gone! Uonfound It!' Then he would
clutch the bug firmly around the
throat and shake it till its teeth rat
tled .vhile I crawled under the bed
clothes. Or he would rush In bringing
a lot of mud on his shoes which he
would leave on my rose-colored rugs,
and In a quivering voice would re
port that he had slain 23 beetles that
were engaged In making terrible hav.
oc amid the petunias.
Irritated.
"The abundance and variety of bugs
continually Irritated John. He passed
rapidly' from a state of amazement
to one of constant rage. No matter
where he was he would stare suddenly
and make a grab for a shadow or i
shoe button or a dangling string, and
then would apologize and explain that
he thought for a minute the object
was another kind of bug.
" ’Why are there so many kinds?’
he would ask. helplessly. ‘A fellow
Just gets used to seeing one kind o f
caterpillar and looking for It and
meanwhile six other varieties are eat
ing things up right before his eves ’
"He hunted bugs hours before
breakfast, and he spent his evenings
in the garden with a lantern becaus ■
there were some kinds of bugs that
were more easily caught then Dur
ing the few moments that he devoted
to his meals he read books on bugs or
frowned over plans to exterminate oil
hues at one fell swoop by germs >r
compressed air
"The day he told me that he had
counted up to date 341 different kinds
of bugs in his garden I saw that
something had to be done. So I ac
cepted the Fishers’ invitation to go
traveling with them for six weeks —
and we start to-morrow. John nearly
passed away when I broke the news
of his impending departure to him.
but he is partially reconciled now, for
he has hired a man to do nothing but
kill bugs in his garden the rest of the
I summer."
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‘Nell Brinkley Says:-
i i TT ELLO, DANNY—hello—hello!
1 A Give me long distance please.
What? Yes, this is the fellow who’s
making his pile—out here where tlie^
hills come down from the snow of the
Sierra Madres to dip their feet in the
sea. I’m boosting land, I am. It’s a
great country, Danny—just a little
piece of heaven that got nicked off
and fell and stuck here by the Pa
cific. Of a morning the far snow is
a glow of rose. At noon the poppies
lie in the fields like yellow banners
across the hills, and morning and
noon and forever. And forever the
□)
mermaids rinse out their lace petti
coats on the coast—in indigo water
and suds. It’s a long line I want. At
lanta town! From the blue sea to
the gray. My heart’s a-erving for
her so, she surely can hear it there.
It’s the prettiest girl in town I want.
The sweetest little fellow in town.
She’s using new thought on my pile
and keeping a warm heart for me."
Hello—Danny—hello—hello!
Give me long distance, please.
Is this the girl who’s so just ‘‘plum-
sweet"
That she’s a snare for the honey
bees?
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories
Ever Written
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine
. Gr«pn.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
’’Very likely."
"Dr. B Mr. Gryce now remarked.
"I want time."
"Good!" was the reply, "and how
much ?"
"Well, that I can not tell. Maybe
hours will answer, and maybe I shall
want days. There is all her past his
tory to learn, and where she was on
that short vacation to which the land
lady alludes. If you want to get at
the truth, postpone your inquest a lit
tle I won’t let the matter drag."
"I see; Gryce Is awake, and all be
cause of a look."
"Less things than that have sent a
man to the gallows before now. Intri
cate locks have small keys."
"And you hope to open this one?"
Mr. Gryce’s cuff-button flashed. It
had received a glance which recalled
the days when Mr. Gryce’s glance meant
something.
Facts and Surmises.
M RS. OLNEY’s indignation against
the detective, Harrison, did not
last long. Once relieved from
the constraint of his superior’s presence,
he showed himself so respectful and
considerate that her prejudices were
soon vanquished and he had more than
one opportunity to approach that quar
ter of the room over which she had
promised to hold such a Jealous watch.
But as It was. he had no sooner be
guiled her Into conversation, than some
movement of the doctor attracted the
good woman’s attention and stopped the
flow of speech into'which she had been
betrayed. And once when he thought he
was really on the point of learning some
important fact, that same grave and
determined individual boldly interfered
with the remark that Mrs. Olney had
better not tire herself, as she would
need all her strength to answer the cor
oner's questions on the morrow.
It was, therefore, with something like
relief that in the early morning he heard
the bell ring and saw the coroner enter,
followed by a woman whose kind, moth
erly face did not deceive him as to the
part she was to play in this drama. The
long struggle with the severe, gloomy-
browed doctor, who had the faculty of
making his presence felt In a heavy, op
pressive kind of way, even when he did
not speak or appear to hear, was over
at last, and he would now have the op
portunity to gather such fragments of
information, as he knew would be ac
ceptable to Mr. Gryce.
But for some reason or other It was
destined that he should not shine in
this affair. Though he had a merry
time downstairs and went in his search
for knowledge as high as the room in
which the unhappy girl had lodged, he
cleaned but little of\ Interest; so that
when Mr. Gryce came, he had really
nothing to report beyond the slight fact
of which 1 have already made mention.
When, therefore, the elder detective
announced to the coroner that he had
all the girl’s past history to learn, he
was stating nothing but the simple fact,
and it was to this task he addressed
himself as soon after leading that offi
cial as circumstances would permit.
His first attempt succeeded as well as
could be expected. Mrs. Olney receiving
him in real character with as good a
grace, and telling him all she knew in
as candid a spirit as if he had not so
basely played upon her credulity the
evening before.
The Story.
Her story as volunteered to him and
doubtless to the coroner before him, was
as follows
thought, by Mildred’s uniform look of
indifference, that her fond desire was
not to be realized. When, therefore,
Mildred informed her one morning that
she was going away for a little visit,
the good woman never thought of the
doctor in connection with her departure,
nor did she then or afterward harbor
any suspicion that her bright you ^ the dead girl, and from her he hoped to
boarder was contemplating marriage
with any one—least of all with him.
If this busy girl had broken in upon
her usual habits, he had not; nor was
there anything in his bearing or con
versation to lead her to suppose that
he meditated any change in his mode
of life.
The news of their proposed marriage,
with the tragic developments which had
immediately ensued, had therefore
awakened in the whole household the
.greatest feeling of surprise; nor could
Mrs. Olney, for one, realize .that the
young and blooming girl upon whom the
labor and sorrows of the last few months
had left scarcely a trace, had suc
cumbed in a moment to the tempta
tion of suicide, no matter by what sick
ness she had been seized.
"I know that folks are taken dreadful
sudden sometimes," the old lady re
marked at this juncture. "But I can
not reconcile such an end with what I
knew of Mildred,
with her character,
doctor more or hated him more I could
perhaps have understood it. But she
was healthy in body and soul, a frank
young, hopeful girl, and I don’t see "
She said no more, but her lips took a
grim line and Mr. Gryce perceived that
his suspicions, vague as they were, were
not altogether unshared by this warm
hearted woman and true friend of Mil
dred Farley.
The Examination.
chance word or petty revelation he ex
pected his clew, not from the open de
tails which every one knew
His next interview was with the wom
an who had come with the Coroner and
whom he, ao w’ell as Harrison, recog
nized for an expert female detective.
c»he had taken Mrs. Olney’s place beside
gather a fact about which he was very
anxious.
"Well, Mrs. Roberts," he exclaimed
upon seeing her, "did you get the line I
sent you?"
"I did, sir."
"And what have you to say?"
"That you are all right. There is a
mark of fresh paint on the back of her
gown between the shoulder blades."
Mr. Gryce drew a deep breath ex
pressive of great satisfaction. "I
thought so," he cried. "And what was
its color, Mrs. Roberts; to a shade,
mind?”
"As near as I could Judge in the light
I had, it was brown, but of a very bright
and peculiar tint."
"Right again. I am much obliged to
you. very much obliged to you. Does
any one else know about this spot?"
"Not to my knowledge.”
"Very good; it Is immaterial. ’Twill
take more than one of us to discover
it isn't in keening i where the paint came from I imagine."
If she Lad loved the «r S . HoberU he passed to the
servants and from them to Mildred’s
I room. All these ipvestigations had been
made by Harrison, but in a mysterious
matter like this Mr. Gryce trusted to no
one’s inspection but his own. As a re
sult he added the following paragraph
to his list of facts:
That this young dressmaker’s time
was not entirely devoted to sewing.
On her table were various books of
study, all bearing the marks of use, and
in the desk, which contained nothing
else of interest, was a copybook full of
French phrases, evidently written by
her hand.
He confiscated a leaf of this book.
He therefore started with good hope
upon a line of questions by which he ex
pected to reach some clew that would
help him to the end he felt rather than
saw before him. But though his skill
was great, the result was meager, and j
after a lengthened conversation the j
only facts he thought worth recording j
in his mind were these
A
Late Evidence.
WEEK had passed and Mr. Gryce
is again closeted with the Coro
ner. From his appearance he
That there had certainly been some- bad not met with the success which he
thing peculiar iu the young girl’s ac- j bad anticipated in this matter; but then
tions of late; a certain reticence about who could tell anything from Gryce's
her work for instance, such as she had appearance!
never before displayed. Though she "You have finished 'your Inquiries,"
had made several handsome dresses j observed the coroner. "Well, who ate
during the last month (as the scraps ; your witnesses?"
lying about her room sufficiently testi- "Rather, who are yours? I have done
fled), she had never shown them to her : nothing."
landlady as she had previously been ac- j "Nothing?"
customed to do, but kept herself and "Nothing that will be of any assist-
them locked up in her room till the ance to you. Either I am getting <vd or
time came for taking: them home. And
yet these dresses were certainly for
other people and not for herself, she
having been seen carrying them out in
a great box many times during the four
weeks she had kept herself such a pris
oner.
this is a particularly unproductive af
fair. I can make nothing out of it."
The Coroner looked disappointed.
"What, with all those points you sug
gested?"
"What were they? There was a veil
found clinging to her garments which
A CLEVER MAN’S CHOICE IN WOMEN WINIFRED BLACK
now appeared; such seeming indiffer
ence could cover nothing good.
That contrary to their usual open re
lations they had been seen just once
rather like persons who have some busi
ness to settle.
That no one in the house ever linked
their names together in speaking of
Do You Know—
Queen Wilhelmina is immensely
wealthy in her own right, and has
settled upon her husband $5,000,000.
The Interest of this sum. about $150,-
: 000 a year, will be strictly his own.
A railway servant at Tivoli, Italy,
who earns $30 a month, has received
J information that by the death of an
j uncle in Buenos Ayres he becomes
the inheritor of a fortune of $5,000,-
! 000.
The record for brevity in wills fs
surely held by F (\ Thorn, who. be
ing suddenly struck down with ill
ness in 1906. was Just able to scrib
ble the words. "All for mother,” and
add his initials This wilt was held
to be valid.
Although iq his eighty-fifth year,
Mark All, well known as a pedestraiv,
has ju®t cocmpleted a 5.000-mile walk
in ninety-one davs He did it for a
wager of $500. which he lost, as lie j
took one day too long to accompli*.*? j
his task. * J
4 4 yAM going to marry a beautiful
I woman," said the clever man,
"and a good woman, and I don't
care whether she can spell c-a-t, cat,
or d-o-g. dog. or not.
"The stupider she is the better;
women are so comfy when they are
stupid—they are like nice soft cush
ions, always so pretty to see, and so
nice to lean against.
"I'm tired of clever people, tired of
bright women, tired of Intelligent
companionship. I want to be com
forted; I don't want to be stimulated
“Marry now? No; not just quite
yet. I’m not ready just now. but in a
few years, when I'm through with
things. I'll marry—somebody pretty,
-somebody dull, somebody sweet tem
pered, and then I shall have a fami
ly—tall sons and pretty daughters—
clever boys and good girls—and 1
shall sit back and watch them grow
up. and tell my wife what to do. and
what not to do, and my sons and 1
will have a good time laughing at the
pretty sisters and the kind, sweet-
tempered mother, and life will be just
as It should be."
And the clever man did what so
few clever men ever do—he kept his
word.
He knew clever women and pretty
women and good women, and rich
w omen and poor’women and young
women, and middle-aged women and
old women, and w omen as slim as w il
low’s and women w r ho thought of
themselves as "Junoesques.”
Five years ago he married, just as
he said he would, a beautiful, amia
ble fool. Yesterday I saw the clever
man and his beautiful wife. There
were two children—a very* ugly, very
lively, very’ interesting, very clever
little giti, with her futner’s high fore
head and her father’s stubborn mouth
and her father’s awkward gait. And
there was a very handsome, very dull,
very slow’-wdtted, very’ timid little
boy, with his mother’s weak mouth
and his mother’s almost silly smile.
And the clever man was madly In
love with his ugly daughter, and was
doing his best to spoil her. and the
stupid woman was desperately devot
ed to her stupid son, and they’ were
all four very happy, much to the dis
gust of several very much interested
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people who had been hoping all along
that the clever man would see what a
mistake he had mane, and would be
very, very miserable.
All of w hich goes to show w’hat fun
it must be to be a novelist and have
people happy when they ought to be
instead of when they are.
The man’s theories about women?
They haven’t changed a particle. "I'm
glad my daughter is clever," says the
clever man. "I don’t have to marry
her.” Wouldn’t you like to shake
him?
Mildred Farley was an orphan, her i whispering together on the stairs. But
widow’ed mother having died about a even then it was not as lovers whisper,
month before in the very house and in
the very room which she herself was oc
cupying at the time of her own untimely
end.
This mother was a very attractive 1 them; nor were they ever the subject
woman of the gentle, retiring type, j of jokes among the boarders,
whose melancholy eyes told of a life of j A poor array of seemingly unpro-
mingled love and sorrow. Her daugh- i ductive facts, it is true; but Mr. Gryce
ter, who had appeared to idolize her. j was not discouraged. It was from some
sacrificed everythin to her comfort _
and it was mainly on account of this
mother’s ill health that Mildred worked
so hard at a trade manifestly beneath
her capacity and breeding. For Mrs.
Farley had been brought up in luxury
and had many wants which could only
be satisfied by means greater than those
usually acquired by a young girl in Mil
dred’s position. But,.work and self-de
nial wdll do much, and Mrs. Farley
never had any reason to complain. Nor
with her death had Mildred’s exertions
ceased. Though the necessity for such
severe labor seemed to be past, she had
shown no disposition to indulge her
self. From early morning till late at
night she had sat at her work, finish
ing one beautiful dress after another, till
Mrs. Olney was fain to believe that* she
had some new’ object In view and would
ere long unite her fortunes with those
of her fellow-boarder, the doctor.
But though the young people were to
all appearance'very good friends, meet
ing constantly at table and frequently
In the parlors as well, the anxious land
lady was soon assured by the physician's
abstracted and reticent air, and. as she
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F. H. GAINES, D. D., LL. D.
Cooled 6if
I Ocean Sneezes
TAKE A TRIP BY RAIL AND SHIP
Through trains, large, easv and well-ventilated coaches,
parlor and sleeping cars, via
Central of Georgia Railway
to the port of Savannah. Ga., thence a joyous sea voyage on large
pa atial ships to the big cities and cool summer resorts in the East.
ROUND-TRIP FARES FROM ATLANTA
Including meals and berth on ship
New York $38.25 Baltimore.. $29.25
Boston 42.25 Philadelphia.. 34.05
Proportionately low fares from other points.
For all details, berth reservations, etc., ask the nearest Ticket Agent.
Warren H. Fogg, District Passenger Agent,
Cor. Peachtree and Marietta Sts.. Atlanta. Ga.
That the ^person for whom they were : was a different < ne from that she wore
destine^ wds rich, for she came several i out - But wnat is a veil? A piece of
j times to be fitted, and always in a car- I gauze cut from a length of timilar
riage. material. Nothing traceable there. All
That the place to which Mildred had I could do was to make certain that she
gone on a visit was not known to her : did not buy it during that evening at
landlady, nor as far as could be learned any of the stores. Where she did get it
to any one else in the house. 1 I can not say. It was impossible to
That Mildred was invariably well and j out
"Well, well!"
r ‘The refuge which she sought after
leaving the hotel is a mystery; conse
quently the place of poisoning, and the
circumstances under which the poison
1 was taken or administered. The most
had never to all appearance stood in
need of a doctor’s prescription.
That Dr. Molesworth had been Mrs.
Farley’s physician and in this way seen
much of the daughter. But that he had
never appeared to take advantage of J careful investigations have been made,
this fact, nor could Mrs. Olney recall Every spot known to the police where
the leas, token of an existing affection tee^'to^hide^he^^s &?££$££
between them. If lovers, they had been but to no effect. The house. If house
very circumspect, too circumspect as it she entered, was a private one, and,
being such, we can only locate it by
open measures. The inquest will have
to take place."
BRENAU College Con
servatory consists, in
college equipment, of
32 buildings, dotting *
campus and park of 10(3
acres, In the heart of
Gainesviile, the health
iest city in the South,
In the foothills of the
Blue Ridge Mountains
its location from a climat
ic standpoint is ideal. The
Brenau faculty is famous for
its specialists.
Unsurpassed advantages are offer
ed in Music, Art, Expression, Lit
erature and Domestic Science.
Brenau is the Southern represent*-
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