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*, U Advice to the Lovelorn The Mistakes of Jennie By hal coffman Being a Senes of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. YOU MUST DECIDE. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am In lova with a young man who lives In the same neighbor hood and Is of a very high stand ard. He has told me he loves me and would like me to heroine his wife, but as he is a Hebrew and I am a Christian would like your advice, for I can not live without him. G. M. 9. ThU Is a matter too aerlous for 1 third party to determine. Marriages of this nature are sometimes happy, but the risk Is great. When It means an estrangement from one's family and friends, I would throw my Influ ence against It. BE PERSISTENT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am 19 and deeply In love with a young lady one year my senior. One day I proposed to her and she said her parents would not permit the marriage because of the dif ference In nationality. Please let me know what to do, for I love her. HEARTBROKEN. You are too young to marry even ] though you had their consent, so do i not feel discouraged. Go on loving her; attend to your business duties faithfully; develop yourself mentally, and don't despair or worry. Make yourself such a desirable auttor the r objections will vanish. DON’T MAKE THE EFFORT. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am a girl of IS and In love with a man one year my senior We have never k"-* company. He tells everyone he loves me, but while he is In my presence I fall to see it. How may 1 And out If he Is true to me? I. H. The man who tells "everyone" he >ves a girl, and gives her no evidence, oesn’t love her very much. Unless you have made mutual vows f love, he can not be untrue to you. i man must make vows before he can ireak them. Do not fr*t yourself bout him. Time for that when you re engaged. One Woman’s Story . By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER CHAPTER XXn. YOU ARE A LITTLE EXACTING. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am 1», and for the past four months have been keeping steady company with a young man of HO. When I ttrst became acquainted with thia young man he was making a nice salary, but I told him that If ha wanted to go with me he must change his profession, which he did. therefore starting at the bottom of the ladder again It Is also under stood that he will not care to be married before three years, to which my parents and myself agree, pro vided we become engaged In about a month from now. which ha abso lutely refuses to do, claiming that he does not want to become engaged before next year My parents have therefore forbidden my going with him under any other conditions. Now, do you think that If he real ly loves me. as he claims he does, he would allow a matter of a few months to break our keeping com pany? The only reason he gives for not wanting to be engaged Is that he is making a small salary, but If I and my folks are satisfied, I don't see why he should object. IN DOUBT. "No, no, my boy; I could not be so selfish.’’ CHAPTER XXV. A FTER the row Jennie had with the install ment mau, she still owed $28 for her clothes. The man had oome for his weekly payment on the clothes, which Tom had to pay to keep the man from ltternlly tearing them off Jennie's back, for Jennie didn’t have the money to pay him, and If Tom hadn't been there at the time Jennie would probably have had to do like other girlH have done in such an emergency—gone out and GOT the money, never mind HOW. When Jennie told Tom she still owed $28 for her clothes—that she foolishly bought and did not need—Tom left Jennie In the front room, saying he wanted to go In and talk to her mother a while. Jennie's mother was lying in lied, and, sick as she was, managed a cheery smile at seeing Tom and told him she always regarded him as her boy, and that she had always hoped that some day he would marry Jennie. Tom did not toll Jennie’s mother how much Jennie still owed on her clothes, for he knew that she had trouble enough without worrying any more. Instead, he told her that he had a little money saved up—for the time that Jennie would consent to marry him—and that he wanted her to take it and to go down to the tieach somewhere, take a good rest, get well again and take Jennie with her. At this the good woman cried and said over and over, as she putted Tom's hand: “No, no, my boy. 1 could not be so selfish as to take your money that was meant for yours and Jennie’s happiness.” —HAL COFFMAN. (To Be Continued.) A VERY NEAR THING A Complete Short Story He gave up his profession for you, starting at the bottom of the ladder again I think he has conceded his share, and. under the circumstances, you should not nag him Into an engage ment until he is ready Love Is wt.. too much to risk It by the exacting at titude which 1 am afraid you are tak ing. Two Birds—One Stone. Norah had arrived from Erin’s Isle a week before, and was with difficulty being ’ broken in” to the routine of an English household. Cleanliness was not a very strong point with her, and her cooking, apart from “spuds,'’ was hardly all that could be desired. “If you are not quite sure on any point, come and ask me at once,” said her mistress Dinner was Just about to be served when there was a clatter along the hall, and the breathless Norah poked her head around the dining room door. “Please, ma'am,’’ she asked, “an’ how will I be knowln’ when the puddln’ is done enough?’ “8tlck a knife into it,” said her mis tress. with a resigned ait “If the knife comes out clean, the pudding is reedy to serve.” “Yes. ma'am,” said Norah; “and I'll be after that crathur that’s boilin’ over “And. oh, Norah”—the mistress had an after-thought—“if the knife does not come out clean, you might stick all the rest of the knives into the pudding “ V ANSITTA KT was going to smash. At least, It looked ominously like it. Nobody said it openly. Nominally, nobody was supposed to even suspect that it was likely. But men whispered It to one another in the city; and when men whisper about a thing it is oftener far more serious than if they talked about it in their loudest voices. “There’s about one chance in a million for me!’* he told himself, “if the Orien tal Bank floats. I’m safe; If It closes down, I’m finished. And it will dose down unless a miracle happens, and— Lily will know* that the gods have given her her revenge!” Vanslttart’s world would have been astonished, perhaps cynically amused, had It seen him now After locking 'he door of his room from the Inside, to render intrusion impossible, he opened a secret drawer in his desk by touching a spring, and took from It a hurdle of letters and a photograph. The letters were love letters, and the photograph that of a girl. A fair-haired girl, with a pretty fare, without Vanslttart’s pitiless power, but brave and patient, with love and faith in her eyes. And the letters had been written by a girl to the man to whom she had given her heart, whose wife she expected to be. “By Jove!” muttered Vanslttart, as he put the letters down, “she’s had to wait for her revenge, hut It looks as if Fate is going to give It to her at last.” It had been an ordinary, common place story of a man’s selfishness and falsity and a girl’s outraged trust and love. Vanslttart had been engaged to Lily (Jordon, a girl clerk in the city, be fore be had begun to rise, and had left her without a word to fight life’s battle for herself as soon as he began to grow rich. Too Late. In a Nutshell By MINNA IRVING. XT 7E heard with equanimity \I\l That coal was soaring high. We bore it when the price of meat Went kiting to th e sky; When eggs and butter followed suit We stood it like a sport. But, lo. the worst has come at last— The peanut crop is short. Oh, what is summer time with out The tuber of delight? We ought to bust the peanut trust ought to make a fight: fught to put our woe In print. ought to go to court. ’ought to take the warpath .We The 'teen sjeai nut crop it short. I “I was a cur, a mean cur!” he mut- j tered. “But it’s too late to think of it I now If I go down she’ll know. Will ! she be glad, l wonder?” He tried to laugh, but there was a ; harsh discordance in the sound. Re- ; placing the latters and the photograph ! In the desk, he went out. He felt he could not sit there waiting for ruin to come. There was a man In the city, an other speculator, named James Harper, whom Athol Vanslttart had helped many times, by whose side he had stood in more than one threatening crisis. Har per had not the power to save him in his turn, but Vanslttart felt that he must talk to someone If something In hts brain were not to snap. So he went to him now Harper wgs a keen-featured man, with a trick of half curving his Ups in what promised to be a smile and never became one. He was alone In his ofTIce when Vanslttart entered and grasped his hand cordially. “You’ve come to talk over things, old chap?” he said “I’m glad of It. I’d like to cheer you up. But wait a min ute.” He closed the inner door. “Anything wrong 0 ' “Oh. no; only a new girl I’ve got to help with my letters, and I don’t want her to hear too much of our talk. Busi ness is Jne thing, but a confidential chat 1 • n friends is another I hope it's not so bad with you as some fools are making out?” ‘‘I’m afraid some fools are rather wise.” returned Vanslttart, grimly. “It is no use blinking things. I’m done for if the Oriental closes down.” Harper’s tone was sympathetic, but he was pretending to pick up some thing he had dropped on the floor and his eyes were very eager. “Look here, Harper,’’ Vansittard said wdth an effort; ’T’ve come to you be cause I believe you’re the only true friend I’ve got. As I said, I shall pull through if the bank stands firm. But I don’t think it can. It’s in a bad way itself, and If it can’t raise a big loan practically. at once it will close Its doors. And if it does that I can’t face the music.” “Surely, It’s not so bad as that?” Very Desperate. “I tell you it is!” Vansittard an swered. fiercely. “I shall owe more than I can pay. 1 shall be disgraced as well as ruined. But I’m not going to stop to face it. Harper, If—if anything happens to me, do your best to prevent too much mud being thrown on my name. It’s all you can do.” There was a threat of self-destruction In his tense expression, if not on his lips. Harper knew it, but he did not endeavor to stop him or to argue with him. He only gripped his hand once more, with a few conventional words of sympathy. And when Vanslttart had gone Harper laughed. Laughed, and then sat considering and frowning, until he suddenly struck his hand on his desk with a low, triumphant exclamation, as though Ue had hit on a way of accomplishing something that had seemed impossible before. He left his office hastily, and wh«n he had gone the inner door opened and there came out a girl, with love and terror on her colorless face. It was late before Vanslttart went home. He had gone back to his office and waited for news, but none had come. He left the place at last with a morbid ^nviction strong on him thai he woui** never return to it. He hailed a hansom, but the man ha w .o ask him twice before he was told where to drive him. It seemed to Vanslttart a matter of In difference where he went. It was not that he had abandoned all hope. He clung to the gambler's belief that there is always a last chance. But he was too restless and excited to fix his mind on anything except the new*s he was waiting for Ah, w'hat was that? The Crash. The street was quiet, all but de serted. There was a gas lamp oppo site Vanslttart’s door, and the illumina tion was gleaming on a pink some thing It was the placard of an even- ng newspaper which a hawker was of- fv ring for sale. . i© hastened toward It. In bold, mef iles« letters, the words stared at him “FAILURE OF THE ORIENTAL BANK.” H bought a paper, oblivious that he gL a sovereign for it. In the space reserved for late news were two smudg ed lines, stating that the Oriental Bank had closed its doors that evening and posted a notice outside that they would not reopen on the morrow. So it was all over. It was useless to ' hope against hope any longer. His ca reer was finished. He was a ruined man, with disgrace awaiting him if he lived. He let himself into his house with a latch key, and went straight to the library, where he had been in the habit of working. At first he switched the j electric light on full, but at once low ered it to a tiny shimmer. No need of much light for what he was going to dol A revolver was ready to hand when he opened a drawer. There was noth ing else for him to do. S O agitated had Mrs. Danforth been at the news of Mary's break with Gordon Craig that she lay down on the couch in the tiny parlor until the dishes were washed and put away. This task the daughter performed quick ly and noiselessly. She was thankful that her mother had asked no more questions just then, for she felt that she had not the courage to reply to them. Her work done, she glanced nervously at the clock. It was now a quarter past eight. Bert Fletcher would be here soon. She must prepare her mother for the call. She went Into the pitrlor and, drawing a chair close to the couch, took the pale and worn woman’s hand in hers. She Started Nervously. “Mother, dear,” she said. “I think you ought to go to bed now, for you do not feel well enough to see company.’* Mrs. Danforth started nervously. “Company!” she exclaimed. “Why, what company could you be expect ing?” Mary smiled bitterly at the sugges tion implied by the question. “That's true, mother,” she said, a hard ring in her voice. “I am not trou bled with friends or guests, am I? But this evening will be an exception, for I am expecting a caller—Mr. Fletch er.” Her mother sat up and eyed her keenly. “Mr. Fletcher?” she asked. “Is he the man who was so nice to you one evening last winter?” There was eagerness in the tone, and as she noted this the girl appreciated that her loving, gentle mother was actually anxious to have her marry if it would mean freedom from care for hersell and the girl. “Mary, why don’t you answer me?” demanded Mr\ Danforth. Mary started guiltily. “I beg your pardon, mother,” she said. “Did you ask me a question? I must have been absorbed In my own thoughts. What did you ask, dear?” “Only if this Mr. Fletcher Is the man who brought you home one night in a cab when it was stormy?” “Yes,” assented Mary, “that is the man.” “Well. I remember that you once said he was very kind,” remarked her moth er, watching the girl’s face. “Yes,” said Mary, “he i-s kind—even if he is not a cultured gentleman anfl does murder the king’s English. But, after all, truth and fidelity are more than education and manners. I have had enough of men of culture and of nothing else.” She tried to change her sharp speech into & laugh that her mother might not suspect how sore her heart was. Mary Remembered. The widow replied with one of her sighs, but this time the sound was in dicative of hope and satisfaction. “He evidently knows that you are a lady, and he treats you as if you were. The Ten Commandments of the Summer Wife So he must be something of a gentle man himself. I am ready to like him if he is good to you. Oh, my child,” lift ing one of her daughter’s hands to her pale lips and holding it there, “nobody, not even you, knows what I have gone through in seeing you overworked and in trying to save and manage here at home. There have been times when but for you I would have prayed to die.” Mary remembered how. less than two hours ago, she had said to herself: “If It were not for mother I would want to die.” But she smiled reassurance into her mother's face. “Since we need each other, mother,” she said, jestingly, “let us both de termine to live for each other. And there’s a better time coming for us both.” The mother looked at her anxiously. “You mean that, Mary? You are not keeping the truth from me or trying to pacify me by seeming hopeful when you are not, are you, dear?” “No, mother,” replied the girl. “I am speaking the truth when I say that I believe there is a better time coming for you.” She did not add “and for me.” Per haps she did not think of it. “I do not like to seem Inquisitive,” I Mrs. Danforth went on, “but I am won dering how long ago you broke your en gagement to Gordon—Mr. Craig, I mean.” The girl hesitated a moment before replying, and she avoided her mother’s gaze. “Not so long ago,” she said Indiffer ently. “You know I always think that when people find they are not suited to each other it is best for them to agree to disagree with as little fuss and talk as possible.” There was so much finality In her manner that the elderly woman ven tured to say no more about the Tex an. Yet she was not satisfied, and soon asked timidly: “This—this Mr. Fletcher—do you like him very much, Mary, my dear?” “I have told you, mother,” said the girl, “that he is a kind man, and has been good to me—so why should I not like him?” Her mother began another question, but a ring at the bell checked it. "Good Night, Dear.” “Good night, dear,” she said, rising hastily ana hurrying into her own room. When the door had closed behind her mother, Mary stood, her hands over her eyes. Perhaps she was praying, perhaps trying to collect her thoughts. But as the bell sounded forth a second sum mons she went slowly into the kitchen and pressed the button releasing the catch of the lower front door. For an other minute she stood poised as if now, at this last moment before her guest's arrival, she would escape him, would avoid receiving him. Then, recovering her self-control and courage, she passed out into the narrow hall, opened her front door and stood w’aiting for the man whose footsteps she heard on the stairs ascending toward her. By DOROTHY DIX. Daysey May me and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. “No. no! Listen to me, Athol. I’ve come to tell you—I’ve come to tell you It’s a lie.” Lily was beside him. struggling with him to get the revolver away. He star ed at her stupidly. “A lie?” “The placard. The bank was not stopped. Mr. Harper had the false pla card and the two lines of false news put In one copy of the paper. I have proof of It; I have found the man who printed It!” The Plot. He was hard to convince. But she told him how she had been In the inner office while he was talking to Harper, and how, after he was gone. Harper’s manner had been so suspicious that she had followed him to see what he meant to do. He had gone to a printer. It was not for a long time after he had left the shop, however, that she half forced and half frightened the printer to confess that Harper had paid him handsomely to turn out the sham placard and insert the two lines in toe paper. He had said it was for a joke, but the girl had not believed it. She ha<? guessed that he intended to use the placard and doctored newspaper to drive Vanslttart to des peration by leading him to believe that all was lost. “So I came here to tell you,” she said. “I saw you com* in, but you did not see me. So I had to knock, and when the servant opened the door I ran past her. I had seen th€' light flash from the win dow Into the street, and that helped me to find my way to you. The placard is a lie!” Vanslttart looked at her; there was T HE most restful way for spending one’s vacation is to watch one’s neighbors. If they are idle, it makes the one on a vacation just in dignant enough to make his blood cir culate, and if they are working, the sight of their labors makes his own idleness soothing in contrast. The man who lived next door inter ested himself with the Lysander John Appleton family, who were occupying their summer home. He watched them the day they moved in: Two women of regal bearing, a boy with a forehead like a Mansard roof, and a meek-looking man who might be a servant, the Appleton family being an ideal American family. It was the women who interested the idle man the moat. They were of such queenly bearing and had such perfect figures he longed for the fingers and skill of a Rodin. “I never.” he murmured, “saw more perfectly-formed women.” They entered the house, closed the door, and for a half hour there was no outward evidence of occupancy, and then the man on the side porch saw a woman emerge from the back door the sight of whom made him throw back his head and laugh. She had a figure like that of a feather-, bed, and if she had ever had a waist line it had long ago moved up and become lost in the foothills of her mountainous bosom. She shook and quivered as she walked like a bowl of calves’-foot jelly, and while he gazed at her in bewilder ment the door opened again and there emerged a younger woman so thin that she looked the same coming as going. For a week he saw two women with perfect figures enter and emerge at the front door, and a feather bed and a bean pole from which garments drooped like a flag at half mast emerge and enter at the back door. Then one evening when he saw Lysander John sitting alone on the porch in front he walked across the lawn and asked for an explanation. “They are the same women,” said Ly sander John sadly. “If you are Inter ested, I will show you the means of the transformation.” He led the way upstairs to a dress ing room where two long, vise-like gar ments hung over the back of a chair. “The modern magician’s wand,” he said, pointing to two corsets.” COLLEGE-CONSERVATORY Feor for the Loser. Two costers were in the British Museum, looking at the statue of a Roman gladiator. One of his arms was broken off. his left leg ended at the knee, his helmet was battered, and there were several chips from the face of the warrior. 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Always Reliable SOLD BY DRUGASTS EVERYWHFP r Agnes Scott College DECATUR (‘ 1 5£*r B ) GEORGIA Session Opens Sept 17th For Catalogue and Bulletin of Views Address the President, F. H. GAINES, D. D., LL. D. A RISE, sister, gird up thy straight front, put glad raiment upon thyself and take thy vacation: yea, take it though thou hast to fight for it with tooth and nail, for she that hath wrestled with the robber that lieth In wait In the butcher shop and the despoiler who abideth in the grocery store, and who hath provided the wherewithal her family is fed three times a day for three hundred and sixty-five days, needeth to slip the yoke for a space while the galled place healeth. 2. When thou takest thy vacation, go it alone. Be not as thjse foolish wives who say, **I have never been parted from my husband, and lo, where he goeth there will I go also,’’ for belike thou hast gotten on thy husband’s nerves and he would fain have a rest from thee. 3. Reflect that nine months of the year can a man rejoice and be ex ceeding glad to be married. Ten months can he steel his heart with fortitude to endure it, but on the twelfth month he notlceth that his wife's nose is crooked, and he knock- eth her cooking. Therefore get thee hence on the twelfth month, and when thou shalt return to him he will make a feast at thy com ing. 4. Stay not too long, though, on thy vacation, for it Is not good that a husband should be left alone to his own devices until he can find the se cret spot wherein the clean shirt hideth Itself and the fresh oollars are secreted. Ver ily it was written in the Book of the Prophets tnat a little absence mak. eth the heart grow fonder, but too much absence in- . clineth it to an- They shall other skirt. 6. When thou rockest In the chair that swayeth back and forth on the Summer hotel gallery, boast not thy self of thine automobile, and thy but ler, and thy social prestige, and tho iiamonds thou hast left behind thee In thy husband's safe; for the women thou braggest to art the Daughters of Missouri, that even require to be He is as a phonograph, shown, and they shall mock thee be hind thy back as a liar. 6. Tell not the secret of thy life. Reveal not the weaknesses of thy husband, and pull not forth from thy closet the skeleton where it If hidden because thou happenest to stroll in the twilight with a sympathetic sis ter, for lo she shall tell the tale to another, and she shall repeat it to still another, and scandal shall be heaped upon thy name. 7. When thou playest bridge, get thee a strangle hold upon thy purse, for pe rad- venture the society dames with whom thou sportest shall shear thee even as a lamb is sheared on Wall Street, and thou shalt have to write home for more money. 8. Take not tho lone Summer man away from the maidens when he fleest to thee as to a temple of refuge, because thou al ready hast a hus band and cannot mock thee. expect him to mar ry thee. Flirt not with such an one. but stand thou to one side and give the virgins their chance, for lo in those days a husband is scarce and hard to come at. Gd It alone. 9. Listen not to the man who wan- dereth on the beach with thee in the moonlight and who sayeth, “Would God i h-td met thee in time,” for be hold he is but as a phonograph with one record, and hath already said the same thing to 981,735 other women. Also he draweth but twenty-five boms per In a department store, whilst thy I husband hath skill with the shekels, so that thou adornest thyself in pur- I pie and fine linen and split skirts therewithal. JO. 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