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>® ® It Is With the Heart Only That One Captures a Heart—ls This a Case of a Thief to Catch a Tiief? ® ® ®
-THE. GJECBGWS MAGAZINE
TheWomanThou
Gavest Me
The Greatest Story of Ihe
Twentieth Century.
By HALL CAINE
Second Part—My Marriage.
Copyright, 1912. by Hearst's Magazine
Copyright, 1913. by Hearn Magazine
' Copyright in Great Britain Copyright,
1913 by J. B. Lippincott Company.
TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Twentieth Chapter—Continued.
‘Eesideß, love will come <>f <-<>ur«e
it wilt. It will come in time If you
don’t exactly love your hunhand when
you marry him you’ll love him later
on A wife ought tn teach herself to
love her huaband. I know 1 had to.
and if • • •’’
"But if «he can’t, auntie’ ‘
No Sympathy.
"Then she ought to be ashamed of
lieiHvlf, and say nothing about it.”
It was utielesn to say more, bo I
roae to go.
"Yes, g*»," said Aunt Bridget. Im
•o bothered with other people s bu. i
Mess that my head’s all through
others. And Mary O’Neil,” she said,
looking after me as I passed through
, the door, "for mercy’s sake do
brighten tip a bit. and don’t look as
if marrying a husband was like tak
ing a <iose of jalap. It isn’t as bad
hr that, any way.’
It served me right. I should have
known better. My aunt and I spoke
different languages, wo stood on dif
ferent ground.
Returning to mv room I found n
letter from Father Dan It ran.
Dear Daughter in Jesus
I have been afraid to go far
into the story we spoke about
for fear of offending my bishop,
hut I have Inquired of your
father and he assures me that
there is not a word of truth hi
It.
So I am compelled to believe
that our good Martin must have
been misinformed, and am dis
t missing the matter from my
. mind. Trusting you will dismiss
It from your mind also.
» Yours in Xt.,
D D
TWENTY-NINTH CHAPTER.
COULD not do as Father Dan ad
vises, being now enmeshed in the
threads of innumerable Impulses.
I
unknown to myself, and therefore
’fir nil)' onvinred that Marlin’s tUory
was not only true, but a part of the
whole sordid business whereby a
husband was being bought for me
With this thought 1 went about all
day, asking myself what I could do
even yet, but finding no answer until
» ?» o'clock at night, when, immediately
..after supper (we lived country fash
r ion). Aunt Bridget said
"Now then, off to bed, girls. Ev
—*rvtmdv must-be stirring early in t|ie
' -rmorning.
Never had I written such a letter
before. 1 poured my whole heart on
* to the paper, saying what marriage
meant to me, as the Pope himself had
y explained it. a sacrement Implying
and requiring love as the very soul
, of U, and since I did not feel this
, love for the man I was about to
, marry, and had no grounds for think
, Ing he felt it for me. and being sure
, that other reasons had operated to
, bring us together. I begged Father
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‘ Advt.)
Into a Mirror—lnto To-morrow Laughing Wrinkles Don’t Count By NELL .BRINKLEY
fi b Mlaiß
M M cl. ‘ b-'WzIWW V
>«id
—.. J
IAVEN’T you, little girl who looks into your own smooth face so many times a day,
heard folks toss out a phrase like this, "Isn’t she the dearest little old lady—she’s
so jolly!’’ and this, ”She*s such a group of Jolly laughter wrinkles round her eyes!”
Haven’t you? And hearing It, did you ever wonder what kind of a little OLD lady you
H
I
would be 9 1 have. Sometimes I’ve worried, in the fashion femininity has. when I caught
myself laughing and saw the little crinkles around my eyes and wondered Just how
long it would be before the laugh-lines like this. ( 1, you know, came ’round my mouth.
Rut that is very foolish I don’t any more, and you must not either Laughing wrinkles
never count' They’re the only kind to have Smile often and long. I’ve smiled right
square in the middle of the sorrows, and my sky’s cleared up and the black sorrows have
slid right off me like dewdrops from a little yellow duck’s back. It works —It truly
Dan. my his memory of my mother,
and his affection for me. and his de
sire to see me good and happy, to in
tervene with my father and the
Bishop, even at this late hour, and
at the church door itself to stop the
<« remon)
It was late before 1 finished, and I
thought the household was asleep, but
just as I was coming to an end I
heard my father moving in the ro-un
below, and then a sudden impulse
came tu me. and with a new thought
* went downstairs and knocked at
his door.
"Who s there ” he cried ‘Come
in.’’
He wa* sitting in his shirt sleeves,
shaving before a looking glass which
was pr-'pped up against two ledgers.
Th* lather on his upper lip gavo his
face a fleree if rather grotesque ex
pression
"Oh. it's )ou." he said ‘Sil down.
Got to d-» this to-night goodness
knows if I’ll have time for it in the
morning."
I tooß the seat in the ingle which
Father Dan occupied on the night of
m\ birth The tire had nearly burnt
out
Thought sou were m bed b\ th >
t nie Guess I should have been in
bed myself but for this business
Look there ' he pointed with th**
handle of his razor to the table lit
tered with papers that s a bit of
what Ive had to do for you. 1 kind
o’ think you ought to be gratvfql to
your father m> gel.”
I told him h- was very kind, and
then, very m i vouFly. sa.d:
"But are you sure it’s quite riglit.
Not - .<t> l • my mean ng hr
' 1 ■
<’ s ,t’- , right as taw an*’
wax • * n Hialo
“I don’t mean that. sir. I
mean . . . '
"What ’’ he said. f.H ing round.
Then trembling and stammering I
i told him. I did not love Lord Raa.
■ Lord Raa did not love me. Therefore
1 begged him for my sake, for his
sake, for everybody’s sake <1 think
I said for my mother’s sake also) to j
[ postpone our marriage.
! And first my father seemed unable »
, to believe his own ears <
"Postpone'’ Now? After all this >
money spent ? And everything signed |
j and sealed and witnessed'
"Yes, if you phMise, sir. be
cause . . ."
1 got no farther, fur flinging down
his razor my father rose in a tower
’ ing rage
\re y**u mad? Has somebody
been putting the evil eye on you?
Th*’ greatest mat u this island has
ever seen, and you say postpone put
it oft. stop it. that's what you mean.
* Do you want t<» make a fool of a
man ' \t the last moment, too. .lust
when there's nothing loft but to go
' to the H.g i Bailift and the church’
But I see d see what it is. .
[ It’s that young Conrad -he’s been I
writing to y *ui ’’
I tried to say no. but my father
1 bore me down
"Don’t go to deny it. ma’am. He
has been writing to everyone—the
Bishop, Father Dan. myself even.
• Denouncing the marriage, if vou
» plaxe."
My father, in bis great excitement,
was breaking w th withering scum
1 i into his nat.ve sp« *•< b
\w. \vs. vhonwh. denouncing and
imniiig it they re telling me!
Mighty neighborly of him I’m sure!
.lus» a ti.- g ■ -<>i H ’ wrh i’ .* -*enny
• t iv i..., k ’j .. , •. , .
’ 1 h.** i known he fed |‘.k» tb r atwut K
’|! u ? hnv.' axed hl» consent’ The
■ "H •i• ' - - ’.laugh! T • imptrence
’ | f >ln’ \ f .th r has no rights, it
ems’ \ • ghter a sei-arate <
does. And if you can put your face up to a crystal mirror and SEE your smile, you’re
happy right away.
Into a mirror is—into TO-MORROW. Every time you look' within Its silver depths,
young Bettina, the ghost of the Lady-Heavy-with-Years that you will be peers back at
i you. It's away woman has —finding that ghost there in her mirror. So be a smiling girl.
Oh be a very smiling girl—so folks will say when any one says your name, “Oh, she’s
the girl with the smile.” So folks will say when you are going through the Autumn woods
of your life. “She’s the dearest little old lady—pretty and jolly/*
Laughing wrinkles don’t count —they make for pretty Old Ladies —so be a smiling
girl.
—NELL BRINKLEY.
being, and all to that’ Well, well!
Amazing thick, Isn’t it?"
He was walking up and down the
room with his heavy tread making
the floor shake.
"Then th it woman In Rome I
wouldn’t trust but she has been put
ting notions into your head, ton. All
[the new-fangled fooleries. I’ll go
bail. Women and men equal, not a .
‘ ha’p’orth of difference between them! i
!<rhe blat her«kitrs! ’
1 was silenced, and I must have j
I over*d no face and cried, for after a
while m\ father softened, and touch- i
ing mv shoulder, he asked me if a '
man of 65 was not likely to know bet- 1 '
ter than a girl of 19 what was good for I
her and whether I sup; • sed he had '
not satisfied himself that this mar- ■
rlage was a good thing for me and for ■
him ami for every l»ody.
"Do you think I’m not doing my
hr st for you. gel my very be«t ?"
I must have made some kind of
assent, for h • .«ri id :
"Then don’t molther mo any more,
and don’t let your Aunt Bridget
inoithrr me tolling me and tolling
[me wh<: 1 might have done for her
I own daughter instead ’’
Will Broken Down.
Xt last with a kind of rough ten- |
demons, he took me by the arm and
raised me to my foot.
"There, there, go to bed and get
mme sleep We’ll have to start off for I
the High Bailiff's early in the morn- j
ing ”
My will was broken down I could [
resist no longer Without a word
more 1 left him.
Returning to rny room. 1 took the '
| letter 1 had been writing to Father
Dan and tore it up piece b’- piece. As :
1 did Jan I felt «h If I were tearing up a ■
living thine someth'ng «»f my self, my
heart and al! that was contained in r
Then 1 threw onen the window and 1
leant out. T could h-ar the murmur |'
of the sea, 1 felt as if it were calling .
to me, though I could not interpret its
voice. The - lit air was dump and K
refreshed mv eyelids.
At length I got into bed. shivering
with cold. When I had put out the
light I noticed that the moon, which
was near the full, had a big yellow
ring of luminous vapor around it.
CHAPTER THIRTY.
MV sleep that night was much
troubled by dreams. It was
tii* same dream as before.
again an i again repvated--the dream <
of frozen rou.on.-- ard of the groat ice
barrier and then of the broken pen.
W hen I awoke »n the hazy light of
th*’ daw ii 1 thougbi of what P*?p<-
h.»<l sai l about beginning my wedding
day with penance and communion, so
I rose at once to go to church.
The dawn was broadening, but the
1 househohi was still asleep, only the!
servants in the kitchen stirring when
I stem'od through a side door, and set |
out across the fields
Th« dew was thick on the grains,
under the gloom of a heavy sky the
day looked < old and cheerless. A
( wind from the southeast had risen
during the night, the sea was white
with break* t* and from St. Mary’s
Rock there came the far-off moaning
of surging waves
The chure i. too. when I reached it,
looked empty and chill. The sacris
tan In th*' dim * *»ir wag arranging
lilies and marguerites about the high
al’ar, and only on n poor woman, with
a little red and black shaw l over het 1
head and >h*>ul :»‘rs. was kneeling in
the side chapel where Father Dan*
was saying mass, with n sleepy little
b*»v in rlogj* to s»rve him.
The woman wa« quite young, al
m st as young . - nn s I*. but she was »
• ’.read) av. do-a having lately lost |
her husband • herrings" sum - |
gone down in .« 4 *. leaving her with
one child, a year old. and another soon
to come.
All this she told me the moment I
knelt near her The poor thing
seemed to think I ought to have re
membered her, for she had been at
school with me in the village.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
OFF WITH THE OLD LOVE
Dear Miss Fairfax’.
I am eighteen and have he<
keeping company With a your-;
man for the past year and a ha.
I am only finding out now the
we can not agree and 1 am no'
sure whether I love him or not.
He had a friend who asked n •
to go with him about turn w ■
ago. and then J thought I was t
young and told him so; Sin •
then he has not paid much att*
tlon to me, as he know’s I an.
going with his friend.
Now that I am older, I feel sur-
I love this young man better than
the one I am going with.
VIRGINIA.
Remember the adage, "Off with the
old love before you are on with t le
new.” See less of the first lo\
You will do both him and yourseh n
injustice if you continue to accept >
attentions, feeling as you do. T r.
trust to the god of love, who wat< s
over girls who are honest and tru*. to
bring the second man to you.
THEY MAY BE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am keeping company’ with a
young man three years my sen ■
and would like to know if he lov
me.
When I see him he acts c<« : .
but when he writes you won' i
think he thinks there is no girl
like me.
He took my girl friend and ab
out once. They went dancing t
<® Little Bobbie’s Pa ®
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
> HE Dixons are dimming o ver
to th© house to-nite, sed Ma.
Thay are very lerned peepul,
T
both of them. Mister Dixon is a pro
fessor of the Ded langwidges, and his
wife is so smart he Bays that he Reis
just like the janitor wen he is talk.ng
to her. 1 know you will like them,
sed Ma.
I am not so sure I will like th- m,
sed Pa. I doan’t like peepul t .at
know too much. They always m tik
you set around like a bump on a . -g,
listening to them & saying "That is
very true.”
I hoap at leest you will treot t! in
civil, sed Ma. *Sr not treet them the
way you have treeted sum of ur
guests. Be good to them, eeven if
thay do make you feel stupid. It is
only by assoshlating with briter minds
than ours that we can hope to attain
knowledge. Ma sed.
Wen Mister & Missus Dixon cairn
thay seemed like awful nice peepul.
Thay dident beegin talking about all
thy knew at all, but sat down & bee
gan to visit as nice as any one. But
Pa was kind of jellus wen he looked
at Mister Dixon & kep thinking r ow;
littel he knew compared with Mister.
Dixon, so he sed:
By the way. prof, my wife tells me
that you teech the ded langwidges.
Just what are the ded langwidges &
how ded are thay?
Well. Greek & Latin, for exam pel,
sed Mister Dixon. Thay are merely
called ded langwidges beekaus they
are not used in our modern life. Thay
are not in common use, like German
or French or Spanish.
I see, sed Pa. Then you admit that
you are teeching a lot of our y--ung
peepul two langwidges wich will not
be a bit of good in the wurld to them
aft€. they go out to maik thar© yay?
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gether and let me stand by my
self. My girl friend is keeping
steady company with a friend of
his. It would break my heart to
give him up. Do you think thero
are siuns of love?
A GIRL FROM FLATBUSH.
The signs of love are so varied that
no one can say this young man does
not love you.
Perhaps the fault lies with you. It
may be that you let him see that you
care a great deal for him, and that ho
has the power to make you jealous.
Don’t do it. Be a little more indif
ferent.
BEYOND SUGGESTION.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am twenty-one, and in love
with a young girl of eighteen,
who has declared her love for me.
but we can not agree because of
the difference in our religion, she
being a Catholic, and very relig
ious. while I am a Jew, and not
religious. She insists that she
can not give up her religion.
Would you advise me to drop
her, or wait until she is older?
FRANK.
A question of difference in creed Is
too serious for any third party to
settle.
As a general rule, the man gives up
his church, for the reason that a
woman's . church means more to her.
She is naturally more devout.
1 hope you will not make a decision
in haste, remembering that it is se
rious, and. for life.
I have not sed that the study of
these langwidges is useless to the
children, beekaus it is useful, sed
Mister Dixon. He looked at Pa kind
of hard for a minnit & then he went
on talking to Ma & his wife about
the show wich he had been to see.
I newer cud see what good Greek
& Latin is, sed Pa. I studied Latin
for ten years, Pa sed, & I have for
got every bit of it that I lernad. It
newer was a single bit of use to me.
I haven! met a Latin feiier to talk
with since I graduated. What is the
use of knowing a lot of Latin &
then going out to a Hibernian ball
& trying to start up a conversation?
Nobody thare wud be a Latin & I
wud prubly git thrown out on my
hed.
You musn’t mind my deer hus
band, sed Ma to Mister Dixon. He
is ore of those quaint old-fashioned
peepul that gets an idee into his
bed & talks about it all the eevning.
One of his cunning traits is never
to admit that he is wrong about any
thing at any time, sed Ma. I always
humor him. Ma sed.
But I insist that what I am say
ing to the professor is all truth, sed
Pa. Os course I know thare are a
few Latin phrases like a la carte, table
de hotay, & Gesundheit that are
handy to use sumtimes, but on the
other hand the child’s brain beecums
all clogged up with a lot of Latin
words that will never be of any
erthly use to him.
1 guess Mister Dixon and his wife
seen that Pa dident know what he
was talking about, so thay jest laffed
A- changed the subjeck, & the rest of
the eevning I’a was good natured &
a fine gentleman, the way he cud
always be is he wanted to. I thought
he had forgot ail about the Latin
argument, but after thay was gone
he sed to Ma & me, Did you see how I
made them wise Dixons shut up?