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4 % 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. e G rv~. CH 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." r ‘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 CHICHESTER S PILLS THE UIAMUM) HitAM>. A wo .infr Hot «r »oar ▼ DLAMoxn HR AM* PILLS,toetl yr»rs known at B«t. Saf«*t. Always Reliabla SOLD BY DKIGOISTS EVERYHNHK- I NDIGESTION? Stop It quickly; Have your grocer send you one do*, bottles of SHIVA R GINGER ALE Drink with meals, and If not prompt ly relieved. get your money back at our expense. 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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 To Bo Continued To-morrow. HODAKSS, First Class Finishing and En larging. A complete ^ock dims, plates, papers, chemicals, etc Special Mail Order Department for out-of-town customers. Send for Catalogue and Price List. 4. K. HAWKES CO. | 14 Whitehall St. Kodak Departurei' ATLANTA, GA r* i College Conservatory crenau is uio oouuiern repre? £AlRIF<tVn I F Cl Rat lu tive among national colleges for women. UAH* to * ILiLiIj, Uft. DO*. Write today for catalog and information. 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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*- ♦ »r