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THE GEORGIAN’S NEWS BRIEFS. Her Stingy Sweetheart Fy BEATRICE FAIRFAX. . jyiArt MISS FAIRFAX: I am nineteen years of age and am deeply In love with a young; man four years my senior, who re ciprocates my love. We have been keeping company for the past five months and expect to become en gage <1 soon. Now my people do not disapprove, but yet object to my choice, as they think I can do better and am still young. 'this young man has many faults and yet I love him. lie never makei the first move to take me to a show unless I ask him; he never buys me anything. When I was ill In the hospital he never even bought mo a flower, and yet came to see me every night As a whole he Is very mingy Now, dear Miss Fairfax, I am very nw . li puzzled in this matter as you b , , and am positive that you will pi*c me good advice in this matter, tiuneiore will look forward for a prompt reply. Yours very truly, MlaS ELEANOR. MARCIA B. he is sungy, is he—really Btaigy? Well, then, 1 wouldn't sit up n.gnib worrying about him for an- minute. 1 no bad tiling about a stingy man it not what he doesn’t give you—but v\ iat lie makes you think of him all the time. • You might love a man who drank more than was good for him once in a while- it is even possible to stay In love with a male flirt—1 know people who have done it all their lives. But a man who counts every penny that goes to make up a nickel .—who on earth could be romantic about him? Unless—are you sure that he la really stingy just for the sake of It? His SIDE. Is there some one dependent upon him for support—perhaps every nickel he saves goea to help some help ess old mother or an Invalid sis ter have you ever looked Into that side of the question? 1 knew an actor once who was call ed King of the Tightwads by every body in the theatre. He never gave any of the stage hands any tips; he was always miss ing when It came time to chip In for the rehearsal luncheon, and when the stage carpenter died he gave his share to help buy a Gates Ajar In roses for the coffin—but you could see that he hated to do It. One day I happened Into a florist's and there was the King of the Tights wads ordering a box of beautiful flowers. The florist told me that he sent such a box every day to his Invalid mother, who was blind and very feeble. He kept that mother In a very ex pensive sanitarium and paid a trained nurse to care for her night and day. 1 never could see the fun in calling him King of the Tightwads after that. TWO KINDS. And then—there are two kinds of stingy people. * One kind is stingy in little things and generous In big ones I know a man who will haggle with you an hour over ten cents extra on a Dutch treat lunch—and he’ll hand you his check for one hundred dol lars and never say boo—If you are In trouble. Which kind is your young man? I’d make it my business to find out- before I married him or even con sidered being engaged to him. If he is the real tight-wad bred In the bone and born In the flesh, say good-by and let him go before It is too late. You'll never be happy with him a minute ae long as you live. That’s my advice. Bah Jove! Hi Say, Old Chap, Who 'Ave We Ere? TIS PR ESI DENT WILSON SPORTING ANEW MONOCLE CHIEF EXECUTIVE WEARING EYEGLASS. President Wilson has the monocle habit. He doesn’t go in for the tortoise shell or the gold-rimmed kind, but uses just a plain round glass attached to one of those chains that snap up like a window shade. The President “pulled” this new acquisition on a group of Washington correspondents when they called on him the other day. His attention was called to a message on his desk, and he wanted to read it. He reached under his coat and produced the monocle. He didn’t screw the glass into his face. He merely held it to his eye until he read the message. Then, snap, went the chain and the monocle disappeared. The Queen of the Adriatic By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY. A Matter of Words. Mr. Brown and Mr. Green were taking their long-talked-of holiday in France. For three months Mr. Green had been learning French—by correspondence—and thought he had mastered the language. One afternoon the pair went into a cafe to have tea, and Green, who al ways insisted on doing all the talk ing, gave the order to the waiter. When, however, the tea things were brought he noticed that something was missing, and spoke angrily to the waiter about it. "My dear fellow,” objected Brown, “what on earth are you saying?” "Will you kindly refrain from making your absurd criticisms of my use of the French language?” re torted Green. “Oh, certainly!” answered Brown. “Only it seems rather a waste of time to ask the waiter to bring you a staircase when what you want is a teaspoon!” I T was 108 years ago that the “Queen of the Adriatic” was robbed of the crown that she had so proudly worn for more than twelve centuries. By the terms of the Treaty of Presburg, as dictated by that creator and destroyer of kings and kingdoms, Napoleon the Great, the ancient republic was blotted out. The glory of the City of the Doges was no more. Like a veritable fairy tale is the story of Venice. Away back in the year 452, when Attila, the “Scourge of God,” was ravaging Europe, families from the main land took refuge in the lagoons and started the little settlement which was destined to become the Venice of historic and poetic re nown. With the solitary exception of the Hollanders, no people ever established a state under more adverse conditions. The untilla- ble and sait-incrusted soil pos sessed no mineral wealth; the few thickets had no serviceable tim ber; even drinking water was at a premium; stiM the Venetians succeeded in establishing them selves upon a firm soil and in rearing thereon a state which was for ages the strongest in the world. From the very necessi ties of the case Venice became a sea power, and by her merchant marine and navy she controlled the destinies of empires for more than a thousand years. It was Venice that furnished transports for the hosts of the Crusaders. It was Venice that inaugurated the trade between East and West. It was Venice that, later on, supplied the ships and sailors that beat the Turk^ back from Europe and finally an nihilated their sea power at I>e panto. The Bank of Venice, estab lished in 1157, was the financial center of the world, and when the glorious revival of letters came, followed almost at once by the Invention of printing, it waa Venice that led the world in the output of books and the spread of the knowledge which made possible the freedom and prog ress in which we are to-day re joicing. In a time when superstition and servitude wt. - almost uni versal Venice boldly stood forth to champion the cause of enlight enment and liberty, and greater than all her banks and doges, than all her palaces and navies, was that Paul Sarpe of hers, that pale-faced little man who, in the defense of Venetia’s liberties, suc cessfully defied the mightiest po tentates and powers of the earth. A glorious history was that which the “Corsican adventurer” so unceremoniously brought to a close on that December day, 1805,