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What Would YOU Do? By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. ff estr AN AMBITIOUS OIRL. It is bad taste, and, as girls’ hearts are impressionable, it may cause com plications. Perhaps he did it to tor ment you. The girl who gives her heart to a man must accept many characteristics with his love of which she does not really approve. This, for instance, may be his idea of* humor. Surprising the Coachman. A practical joke was played the other day. A gentleman 4vho has something of a reputation as a wag. was the writer’s companion, and we were passing a large shop. There, drawn up, were three or four vehicles, and among them was a closed broug- ) ham with the driver fart asleep on f the box. Evidently the mistress was inside the shop. Without a word the wag stole quickly up and. opening the carriage door carefully slammed It to. In a moment the coachman straightened up, and gazed down the street at the * electric light which was fixed there a» ^ if he had never seen anything so in teresting in his life. Then he stole a look over his* shoulder, and saw the wag standing hat in hand, apparently talking to some one inside the car riage. 'Thank you; yes; good-day,” said the wag, and bowed himself grace fully away from the door, turning as he did so to look at the driver and say, “Home!” “Yes. sir! tch! get up!” and off went the brougham "home.” Where that “home” v was, who the mistress of the carriage was, or what she did when she came out of the shop, or w hat the coachman did when he stopped at the door of “home” and found the carriage empty, alV that only the coachman and the lady know. WOMAN GOULD NOT WALK A Dainty Bathing Costume ISCOURAGED" writes: "I I am In love with a young man whom I love dearly. He tells me he loves me, and I always tell him I don’t believe it, and sometimes be acts indifferent to me. Will you tell me how I can prove that he is really in love with me, as I love him dearly?” What would you say to a girl who loves, and is loved, and who meets the messenger every girl longs for with skepticism and doubt? Wouldn’t you, remembering the happiness that came to you through a love you accepted, or the dreariness of life where love was rejected, ucg^ her to have faith? I do. This from a man: “I have been in love with a girl of my age for some time. I stopped keeping company with her some time ago, and lost her love. Now I want to win it back again.” Would you dare, remembering the sweetheart your stubbornness lost you, advise him to hunt a new love? I wouldn’t. I want him to go to her humbly and sincerely and tell her he has discov ered that he didn’t kno\V his own heart: that he knows it now, and knows that so long as he lives H will long for her and beat true for her, if only she will forgive him and take him back. Then I want him to act like a man and be true to his word. A girl writes: “I am in love jadth a young man and he professes W> love me. We have been keeping company since last October, but trust roe he will not. He always thinks I amwvith other men when not with hirm| He .seems to think a great deal fW me w hen he is with me. When there are other girls present he likes to tease me by making a lot of them.” lowing: “I am in love with a young man two and a half years my senior. My parents say that I am too young to keep company with him. I am 17. They tell me to wait two years. What shall I do?” Would you urge her to defy the best friends she haw in the world? 1 wouldn't. I want her to remember that two years is a very short time compared with the lifetime she will give to this man if she marries him. She owes that much, and more, to the two who have cared for her all her life and who stand ready to con tinue that protection, if need be. till the end of their days. An easily discouraged soul writes: “I am deeply infatuated with a girl of my own age who is wealthy, and I am not. She is also receiving the attentioh of a young man who is also wealthy. He has more time and money to spend on her than I have, and she .my* she can’t decide which one she likes the more. What rtiall I do? I do not want to waste her time and mine. It would be very hard for me to give her up.” Would you, made skeptical perhaps by some bitter experience, advise him to get out of the race, telling him that no man stands a show when his empty hands are opposed to hands that are filled with money? I would 5 not. Love Independent. Certainly Not. “You must come round and see what mother says,” Moira answered. By MOLLIE KENNEDY. s She Was So Ill—Restored to Health by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Pentwater, Mich.—“A year ago I was very weak and the doctor said I had a serious displace m e n t. I, had backache and' bearing down pains so bad that, I could not sit in a chair or walk 1 across the floor and I was In se vere pain all the time. I felt dis couraged. as I had taken every thing I could j think of and was 1 no better. I be-: ’V V gan taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg etable Compound and now I am, strong and healthy.”—MRS. ALICE ; DAE LING, R. F. D. No. 2. Box 77. Pentwater. Mich. Read What Another Woman Says. ria, Ill.—“I had such backaches lat I could hardly stand on my feet. 11 J J would feel like crying out lots of 1 ftjr i nes, and had such a heavy feeling B l\ my r, £ht side. I had such terrl- JV’e du l headaches every day, and, j ’•‘hey would make me feel so drowsy, j nd SI•■epy all the time, yet I could aot »1 ' (> at night. "AB» r I had taken Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Compound for a iveen began to improve. My back-, achefwas less and that heavy feel ing lti my side went away. I con- nued to take the Compound and am '•ured. "You may publish this if you wish."* -Mils CLARA L. GAUWITZ. R. R No. 4, Box 62, Peoria. Ill. Such l iters prove the value of Ly dia F ~’*-kham’s Vegetable Coin-* toman's ills. Why don’t you U> n'i " - T HE first morning that Moira Gerraghty came into that Bond street tearoom all the girls stared. Her hair was yellow’, startlingly yellow, reminding one of sunshine, of fields of corn, of mari golds blinking at the sun and of gold en daffodils. Miss Bates, the man ageress, said this; but Miss Bates was of a poetical turn of mind. Later on Oscar Henderson boasted that it was he who had discovered her. The Bond street *tearoom was a favorite haunt of several of the Academy students, of whom he was one, a little coterie of them gathering in one corner, where they talk an art jargon unintelligible to the ordinary listener, until one afternoon Moira chanced to serve them, and after that they talked of nothing but her won derful yellow hair. That night Henderson burst in upon his friend Jack Alayne, who was smoking and painting, his eyes danc ing. "Old man,” he cried, “I’ve found her I’ve discovered the poster girl at last.” Jack Mayne went on painting an 1 shrugging his shoulders. “You’ve said that before,” he said calmly. “Remember the little Irish girl? You said she’d do. Her hair was red.” But the next day when he saw Moira Gerraghty he was quite as en thusiastic as his friend and as eager to discover whether or not she would consent to sit to him for a picture he wished to paint. Her soft accent, .is she answered him, told him of her na tionality, and he asked at once if she were Irish. His Visit. “My father was Irish,'’ she an swered. “My mother is English. She is an invalid, and I am her only chil l, so I do not like to be away from her a moment longer than I need. But il you will come around and see •her,” she added quickly, seeing the look of disappointment or\ his face, “we can see what she says about the sittings. You see,” she said with a smile, “I am only free on Sundays and every alter nate Saturday afternoon; but if you will come round and see what mother says, we might be able to arrange something.” The following Sunday he went round at her invitation, and found, ; s he expected, that the mother was i lady, a gentle-faced woman whose white hair showed signs of having once been like her daughter’s. Then began a series of very pleas ant Sunday afternoons, for Moira had confessed to him that she could not give up the mornings, this being the only time in the week she had to de vote to her mother; and each after noon Jack Mayne would Join the rest of the little coteries who had tea in the Bond street tea shop, and who now sought the particular corner over which Moira presided. Bit by bit Jack Mayne learned some thing of their part life. Mrs. Ger raghty spoke but little of her own people, but he gathered that she had been well born, and that her parents had never forgiven the match with the penniless author who had fallen in love with her face, and since h£r marriage she had had no communica tion whatever with her own kin. It was when the picture was al most finished that Jack Mayne spoke of showing it. and wondered to see the sudden look of fear which leaped into Mrs. Gerraghty’s eyes. “Must you put it on exhibition?” she a-iked. “Must it be shown.” The Ring. He explained to her how much de pended upon exhibitions, and Moira sat with quiet face listening; but after that Mrs. Gerraghty said nothing. Only when Moira had gone from the room to prepare tea. she turned with a slightly flushed face to the young man. “You are obliged to' sell your pic- tuies. is it not soj” she asked, and asked him if he would do her a favor. “Certainly. If it is anything I can do. I am yours to command,” he as sured her. And she gave him a tiny key, which she drew from a box on the table at her side. “Do you mind going to that cab inet?” she said, pointing to a rtnall oak cabinet which he h.»d always ad mired, and which stood in one corner of the room. “This key will unlock the upper drawer, and if you look in side you will find a tiny sandalwood box. Please bring it to me.” He obeyed her directions, and brought the box. a tiny trifle, which "•med reminiscent of the East. She opened it and took «*ut a curious ring, which she laid in his palm, li wan fashioned of old silver, but held a great ruby gleaming like a drop of blood, and he exclaimed with pleasure at the beautiful thing. The Two Rubies. “Yes, it is very beautiful,” she agreed, “but its value is of the most importance now. I do not wish Moira to know of this; but do you think you could dispose of tfie ring for mp? I am in need of money, and I believe it will fetch a good deal.” It was not till a week later that Jack Mayne could spare the time, to dispose of the ring, and in the mean time he had been very busy indeed, as the exhibition at which he intended to show several of his pictures was to be held a week earlier than first in tended. so that he was forced to make arrangements ;it once. The pictu.e of Moira, which was far and away his best piece of work, stood in his studio >mplete. but he hesitated a little over sending it, since he felt sure it was this fact that had forced Mrs. Gerraghty to confide in him. though as he stood and looked at it he thrilled with pride, knowing It to be really good. Taking up the ring, he went out and made his way toward a curio shop, the proprietor of which he knew very well. He had once sold him a set of carved ivory chessmen, and in the course of talk had gleaned the information that his invalid son was an artist, so that gradually he had struck up a kind of friendship. As he entered the gloomy little shop he saw that a tall, well-dressed, elderly gen tleman was loaning over the counter talking to Levi son, and waited his turn, though the proprietor looked up with a nod and a smile. By and by the other customer urn- ed to examine some stones through a magnifying glass, and Levison turned. “What can I do for you to-day, Mr. Mayne?” he asked, and, taking out the little sandalwood box, Jack showed him the ring. But he wa'. not prepared for the start of astonish ment the man gave, and the quick up ward stere showed him that some thing uncommon was here. “Where did you , get this, Mr. Mayne?” he asked In a low voice. “This gentleman here”—and he mo tioned to the elderly man. v. 10 was still looking at the stones- “has one precisely like it. May. I show him? Do you mind?” Jack Mayn e hesitated. After all. the ring”** was not his, and h< ex plained this to the other. “It’s a most remarkable thing." raid the shopkeeper. “The stone is really valuable, you see. It’s what is termed a blood ruby.” At his last words the other n an turned. “What’s that about a blood ruby?” he asked. Plainly his interest lay in precious stones. The shopkeeper was forced to explain, and again Jack Mayn». was astonished at the sudden start of the other man. He gripped his arm and bent down. “Where did you get this, sir?” he cried. “Answer me. I insist upon it. Where did you get this?” Jack Mayne was in a quandary, and hesitated. But the other grew in sistent. and at last he conceived the idea of taking him back to his own studio, where they could talk without being overheard, the door opening just then to admit a new customer. “It is not mine,” he told him. “It was given me by a friend to sell for her.” “Who was she? What is she like?” he demanded, and again Jack Mayne hesitated. How much or how little should he tell? Then, as they entered the stu dio, the old gentleman suddenly came face to face with the portrait of Moira and gave a cry of triumph. “It is she!” he cried. "It is she! It is my daughter!” Would you advL c e her to marry a man who gives every proof of being a Jealous tyrant? I wouldn’t. He reserves for himself the right to flirt with other girls, enjoying him self because it “teases” her, and ac cuses her of spending every moment | when not in his company with other men. I want her to love and to mar ry; it i- the only lasting happiness there is in life; but I don’t want her to marry a man who will make her life miserable with his unjust suspi cions and reproaches. There Is peace in spinsterhood; there would be noth ing hut war with such a man. Bill writes: “I am a young man of 23 and in love with a girl of 18. .Every time I call on her her mother says she is out. Do you think this girl loves me?” Would you. with dreamy eyes, build up a romance: Loving girl, stern parent, perhaps a dungeon In which the girl is locked to keep her from her lover. I wouldn't. If she loved him she would be “in” some time when he calls. No mother was ever clever enough to »end a young man away from the door time after time without a chance to see the girl he loves unless she had the girl's consent. I am sorry for Bill, but I am qiiite sure the girl doesn't love him. A very young girl sends the fol- I inrist that lot^- 5s independent of wealth, and that he rtands as good a chance as his wealthy rival. The other man's wealth will never defeat him. If he loses, It will be because of his own faint heart, and his fear that by continuing to make love to the girl he will waste “her time and mine.” I have no pgtience with such a weak-willed person! Bessie also has troubles. She* write*': “I have been keeping company with a young man for nearly two years, and I love‘him very much. He has never come right out and asked me to marry him. but some way or other, we have just drifted into talking about it. and we expect to be married in the fall. Now, what I d/bn’t understand Is why lie has never said anything about an engagement ring. He never goes with other girls, or wants* me to go with other young men, nor do I care to. He has given me some beautiful presents, but never a ring.” Would you urge her to grow in dignant. and demand it? I wouldn’t. Happiness is not dependent on a band for the girl’s finger. If it had been there would have been little happiness in the world some years ago, when engagement rings were unknown, and many a happy brid was married with a key as the mar riage symbol. There are some men who never THINK. This man didn't think to propose. He Just drifted into the en gagement. and in the s*ame happ/ way will drift to the altar. 1 am sure the thought of a ring has not entered his head. I am also sure that if Bessie goes about it right, by suggesting instead of by knocking, he will virtt the jeweler before he calls again. Don’t you think that would be wiser than to frighten Love away with angry reproaches? I do. t 4 A Bunch of Grapes By CHARLES GENLAUX. This bathing c’ostume is simple yet graceful and commends it self to the young woman who would appear neat but not con . spicuous on the beach. It is a one-piece affair, made of dark blue doth with the waist trimmed to suit the taste of the wearer. A Word About Personal Appearance he added “How much do you expect to get for—for Moira’s* portrait?" she asked. He named a&sum, and she was Si lent for a moment or two; then, look, ing direct at the youjyg mail she 4 r By MRS. FRANK LEARNED. Author of “Etiquette In New York To day.'* T HE essentials which characterize a well-dressed woman are that she dresses in proportion to her means, in accordance with her position and age. She wear* what is appropriate to the occasion, does not dress con spicuously and does not adopt exagger ated novelties of fashion. The well-bred woman avoids showiness, over-trim ming. and refuse* to wear anything that is suggestive of a lack of modesty Personal appearance and dress are very sure indications of character. The woman or girl who dresses merely to gratify vanity, pride, love of display, shows w’hat are her characteristics and aims. A woman who may be able to afford costly materials and jewels does not wear them in the morning or when trav eling. In this age of extravagance there is danger of being covetous about clothes. The commandment, "Thou shalt not covet,” needs to be brought in mind frequently. To buy things which can not be afforded, to go in debt for clothes, or to owe money in other directions while spending lavishly for dress, is not acting on right principles. Self-re spect requires that we shall be always neatly dressed, never over-dressed, and conscience requires that we spend con scientiously. Nothing is worse than for a woman to have the appearance of carrying all of her worldly possessions on her back, spending everything she has and more than she can afford. iN'o one respects Y< ! There is a happy medium between foolish extravagance and excessive econ omy in dress. Economizing should not mean saving in necessary and neat clothes. Exquisite neatness and dainti ness is everyone’s duty. A well-bred woman is as careful to have her under garments as fresh and neat as her gowns or hats. For business hours a quiet, simple dress of good, durable material Is de sirable. A business girl who wears a neat, plain dress, a hat simply trimmed* well fitting, neat gloves and shoes, com mands respect. If a girl's dress is “loud.” her hat overladen with cheap trimmings, she proclaims herself as In experienced In the ways of the world and not having mental qualities of a high order. Exaggerated and conspicu ous affectations in hairdressing had best be avoided. In social, professional or business life women who have the best Instincts un derstand the Importance of following what may be the fashion, but never going to extremes. They adapt fash ions to their requirements and omit what is eccentric. The best dremed girls do not wear Jewelry. Cheap, imitation Jewels are in poor taste. An important thing is to avoid the use of scents. It is In excusable to have any redolence upon the person from sachets, essences or strong perfumery. The faintest whiff of a delicate perfume is all that may be allowable. A clean, pure skin, kept clean by daily bathing and the constant use of soap and water. Is an evidence of a woman of refinement and does not need the addition of a scent. A T KAIRONAU 1 was a constant visitor at an Arabian cafe. I went there every day to drink the excellent mocha a la ver- viene, which my native friend Chadll Djorrmal made for me. Ordinarily this man, who wa** dressed in a r >a< of mauve silk and who resembled a fighting cock with his long thin neck and aquiline nose, wore the gloomiest of expressions, but one day he was mo merry and gay tb.it I could not help asking him the reason. “Chadli,” I a eked, “why are you so happy to-day?” “I will teli you, If you will swear not to tell anybody." I promised. “You know.” Chadll began, “that the Koran permits a man to have four wives. So I had four—Aloha, Zorah, Emlna and Fathma. They were my servants, for I am a poor Mussulman. They also wove rugs, which I sold to get piastres and douros to buy food and clothes for them. Every night, turning my face toward the east in prayer. T thought: ’O Allah, am I not always a just man?’ “Still my four wives accused me of being unjust. I tripd to treat them all alike in every way. but still they ac cused me of being partial. I never bought a bottle of scent for Aicha if the dealer could not give me three other bottles just like it. I measured their food and weighed my every word. Fool that I was! I even meas ured the breadth of my smiles that Zorah might not grow jealous of Em- ina and that Fathma might not have reason to scream. ‘He smiles oftener to Ait ha!' “When one of them had neglected her work, rather than scold her alone I scolded all four, that none of them might think herself favored. And when Emina had finished a beautiful ly colored rug first I praised her lazy companions Just as much. “In spite of all these precautions* I lived in constant misery. “Now, last week I bought a bun?h of grapes, but I had hardly done t»o when I began to feel uneasy. Alas, where was I to get four bunches Jus; alike? Suddenly, by Mahomet, I had an inspiration and breathed easier When I came home I showed them the beautiful bunch. They made i rustti for me, each wanting to grab !t. “ ‘Stop,’ I cried, ‘Take one grape- only one at a time.’ “I held up the bunch and began. ‘You take one grape, Aicha.’ “She took one. “ ‘Eat it.’ I commanded. "She swallowed it. “ ‘Now, you take ohe, Zorah. Ea: it.’ I said, and then. ‘Come here, Emina. only one grape, dear! Eat it. And you, Fathma, one grape, and no more. Eat it, my soul.’ “In this way I went on. calling them by name one at a time and as quickly as I could, for they were as quick as birds. At last there was only the stem left for my own des sert, but 1 was satisfied I thought I bad successfully solved the most difficult problem of my married life, but, alas! I had not counted on wom an's innate malice. “In the evening. when I had closed the cafe and w;ts at home with my four wives, Fathma took hold of my sleeve, drew me aside and hissed. ‘Why did you turn the green grapes tow r ard me to-day? I shall never for give you this mean trick.’ “I was about to protest when somebody pulled the tall of my coat, and Zorah dragged me toward the kitchen, stared at me with her big cat-like eyes and Scolded, ‘Chadi, what did you mean turning that side ' of the hunch toward me. where the ! only three moldy grapes were? You wanted to insult me, you rascal.’ “I began to explain, when Aicha’s sharp voice called to me to come out on the terrace. I ran out to her, hap py to get away from Zorah, who be gan to get very abusive. “My joy did not last long, for my third wife began to nhoiy her teeth, which are very white and sharp. “ ‘You monster,’ she hissed, ‘don't tell me you did not know the birds had pecked at some of the grapes on the side of the bunch you turned toward me. You won’t dare deny it, you mane of a horse.’ “I tried in vain to defend myself. “ ‘Come down here, Chadi.’ now cried Emina, the liveliest of my wives, and in order not to offend her by listening to Aicha’s scolding and also because I was afraid of her teeth, I rushed downstairs so quickly that I hurt my ankle, so that I had to limp and clinch my teeth together with pain. “ ‘Oh, you need not think you can soften my heart by limping,’ she screamed, waving her arms agitat edly. ‘I won't look at you until you ask my pardon, you Jackal.’ "‘Beg your pardon!’ I cried; ‘I do not^understand. What have I done to you, Emina?’ “ ‘The grapes on my side of the bunch were much smaller than the others.’ she whined. “This was too much for me. I got angry, ran into my room and came back with a bamboo stick with which I began to beat her merci lessly. “‘Oh, the coward!’ screamed Fath ma, Zorah and Aicha, in chorus. ‘He beats only Emina and he dares not touch us.’ “ ‘I will show what I dare,’ I cried, and now I beat them all, one after the other, until my arms ached and the stick broke in my band. Then I slammed the door and went out. “The next day I divorced them all. Therefore, I am happy.” Nobody Hurt. Reporter—Anybody injured in the practice game to-day? Football Captain—No; the boys took it easy to-day. They are saving themselves for the cup tie to-morrovr. Robinson got his nose broken, Smith lost an ear, Robson got a few teeth knocked out, Jaeock dislocated his Jaw hnd broke a few fingers, but no body got what you could really call hurt. Opaque Taste. 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