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"THE GEOOGIAW MAGAZINE PAGE—
TheWomanThou
Gavest Me
Wl'/p Greatest Story' of the
Twentieth Century.
\ By HALL CAINE.
Second Part—My Marriage.
9| Copyright 1912, by Hearst’s Magazine,
■■vrinhf, '1913. by Hearst Magazine,
.right In Great Britain Copyright,
1?’,3 by J. B Lippincott Company.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
i Twentieth Chapter—Continued.
'Besides, love will come. Os course
it w j|i It wilt come In time. If you
9 onn 't exactly love your husband when
j%fl von marry him you’ll love him later
flfl on. A wife ought to teach herself to
3 love her husband. I know I had to,
.fl and If • * *” ...
But if she can’t, auntie?'
itg No Sympathy.
"W "Then she ought to be ashamed of
®fl herself, and say nothing about it."
Hg It was useless to say more, so 1
SH rose tn go.
pS? - Yes go," said Aunt Bridget. I'm
'fl so bothered with other people’s busi
-9 ness that my head's all through
. I others. And Mary O’Neil,” she said,
looking after me as I passed through
9 the door, "for mercy’s sake do
® brighten up a bit. and don't look as
fl if marrying a husband was like tak
fl Inga dose of Jalap. It isn’t as bad
>9 as that, anyway."
> it served me right. I should have
fl known better. My aunt and I spoke
'9 different languages; we stood on dif
fl ferent ground.
iM Returning to my room 1 found a
fl letter from Father Dan. It ran:
i Dear Daughter in Jesus:
5 I have been afraid to go far
Into the story we spoke about
9 for fear of offending my bishop,
but I have Inquired of your
S father and he assures me that
fl there is not a word of truth in
fl It.
isl So I ant compelled to believe
■S that our good Martin must have
flj been misinformed, and am dis
-11 missing the matter from my
fl mind. Trusting you will dismiss
It from your mind also,
4 Yours in Xt..
J T) - D -
j TWENTY-NINTH CHAPTER.
11
COULD not do as Father Dan ad
vises, being now enmeshed in the
threads of innutnerable impulses
Jt unknown to myself, and therefore
9 firmly "onvinced that 'Mart in's story
was not only true, but a part of the
■S whole sordid business whereby a
fl husband was being nought for me.
9 With this thought I went about all
day, asking myself what I could do
9 even yet, but finding no answer until
9 o'clock at night, when, immediately
■ after supper (we lived country sash-
I ion), Aunt Bridget said:
,<,/ “Now then, off to bed, girls. Ev
| ] erybody must be stirring early in the
U morning.”
Never had I written such a letter
|g| before. I poured my whole heart bn
to the paper, saying what marriage
fl meant to me. as the Pope himself had
9 explained it, a sacrement implying
9 an( l requiring love as the very soul
'9 since I did not feel this
I love for the man I was about to
marry, and had no grounds for think
la ing he felt it for me, and being sure
II that other reasons had operated to
fl bring us together, 1 begged Father
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Into a Mirror—lnto To-morrow & Laughing Count By NELL BRINKLEY
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[AVEN’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
would be? I have. Sometimes I’ve worried, tn 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, ( ), you know, came ’round my mouth.
But 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 1 . 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
ceremony.
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 room
below, and then a sudden impulse
came to me, and with a new thought
I went downstairs and knocked at
his door.
"Who's there?” he cried. “Come
in.”
He was sitting in his shirt sleeves,
shaving before a looking-glass which
was propped up against two ledgers.
The lather on his upper lip gave his
face a fierce if rather grotesque ex
pression.
"Oh, it’s you,” he said. "Sit down.
Got to do this to-night—-goodness
knows if I'll have time for it In the
morning."
I took the seat in the ingle which
Father Dan occupied on the night of
my birth. The fire had nearly burnt
out.
"Thought you were in bed by this
time. Guess I should have been in
bed myself but for this business.
Look there he pointed with the
handle of his razor to the table lit
tered with papers—that's a bit of
what I've had to do for you. I kind
o' think you ought to be grateful to
your father, my gel.”
I told him he was very kind, and
then, very nervously, said:
"But are you sure it's quite right,
sir ?"
Not catching my meaning he
laughed.
"Hight?” he Raid, holding the point
of his nose aside between the tips of
his left thumb and first finger
"Guess it’s about as right as law and
wax can make it.”
“I don’t mean that, sir. I
mean ..."
“What?" he said, facing round.
Then trembling and stammering I
told him. I did not love Lord Raa.
Lord Raa did not love me. Therefore
I begged him for my sake, for his
sake, for everybody’s sake (I think
I said for my mother’s sake also) to
postpone our marriage.
And first my father seemed unable
to believe his own ears.
"Postpone? Now? After all this
money spent? And everything signed
and sealed and witnessed!”
"Yes, if you please, sir, be
cause ...”
I got no farther, for flinging down
his razor my father rose in a tower
ing rage.
"Are you mad? Has somebody
been putting the evil eye on you?
The greatest match this island has
ever seen, and yon say postpone—put
it off. stop it. that's what you mean.
Do you want to make a fool of a
man? At the lasi moment, too. Just
when there's nothing left but to go
to the High Bailiff and the church!
. . But 1 see -1 see what It Is.
It’s that young Conrad—-he’s been
writing to you.’’
1 tried to say no, but my father
bore mo 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 you
plaze.”
My father, In his great excitement,
was breaking with withering scorn
into his native speech.
"Aw, yes, though, denouncing and
damning it, they're telling me!
Mighty neighborly of him. I’m sure!
Just a neighbor lad without a penny
at his back to take all that trouble’ If
i had known he felt like that about ii
I might have axed hij» consent! The
Imperenco, thcugh’ The imperence
■ -• ' f&thf :• : ;ghts. it .
seems! A daughter is a separate
does. And if you can put your face up to a crystal mirror and BEE your smile, ywTre
happy right away.
Into a mirror is—into TO-MORROW. Every time you look within its silver depth*,
young Bettina, the ghost of the Lady-Heavy-wlth-Years that you will be peers back at
you. It's away woman has —finding that ghost there In her mirror. So be a smiling girt,
bh 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 Ladles —se be a smiling
girl.
—KULL BIUXKLKY.
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 that woman in Rome —1
wouldn’t trust but she has been put
ting notions into your head. too. All
the new-fangled fooleries, I’ll go
bail. Women and men equal, not a
ha’p’orth of difference be’ween them!
<The blatherskites!"
I was silenced, and 1 must have
cover’d my face and cried, for after a
while my father softened, and touch
ing my shoulder, he asked me if a
man of 65 was not likely to know bet
ter than a girl of 19 what was good for
her. and whether I supposed he had
not satisfied himself that this mar
riage was a good thing for me and for
him and for everybody.
"Do you think I’m not doing my
best for you, gel—my very best?"
I must have made some kind of
assent, for h * wild:
“Then don't molther ma any more,
and don’t let your Aunt Bridget
molther me—tolling me and telling
me what 1 might have done for her
own daughter instead.”
Will Broken Down.
At last with a kind of rough ten
derness, he took me by the arm and
raised me tn my feet.
"There, there, go to bod and gat
some sleep. We’ll have to start off for
the High Bailiff’s early in the morn
ing ”
My will w’as broken down. I could
resist no longer. Without a word
more I left him.
Returning to my room, I took the
letter I had been writing tn Father
Dan and tore it up piece b” piece. A«
I <1 id so 1 felt as if I were tearing up a
living thing—something of rnyself, my
heart and all that was contained in it.
Then I threw open the window and
leant out. I could hear the murmur
us the sea, 1 felt us If It were calling
to me, though 1 could not Interpret its
voice. The'salt air was damp and it
refreshed my 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.
[Y sleep that night was mucht
troubled by dreams. It was
the same dream as before. '
M
again and again repeated—the dream •
<if frozen regions and of the great ice
barrier .md then of the broken pen.
When 1 awoke in the hazy light of
the dawn I thought of what tke Pope
had said about beginning my wedding
day with penance and communion, so
I rose at once to go to church.
The dawn was broadening, but the
household was still asleep, only the
servants in the kitchen stirring when
I steppeil through u side door, and set
out across the fields.
The dew waa thick on the grass,
under the gloom of a heavy sky the
day looked < old and cheerless. A
wind from the southeast had risen
during the night, the «ea was white
with breakers, and from St. Mary’s
Rock there came the far-off moaning
of surging waves.
The church, too, when I reached It,
looked cm pt j’ and chill. The sacris
tan in the dim choir was arran<ing
lilies and marguerites about the high
altar, m ! only one poor woman, with
a little red and black shawl over hei
head and shoulders, was kneeling in
the side chapel where Father Darr
was saying mass, with a sleepy little
boy in clogs to serve him.
The woman was quite young, al
most as young as myself, but she was
alrewdy a widow, having lately lost
her husband "at the herrings” some
where up by Stornoway, where he had
gone down in a gale, leaving her with
one child, a year old, and another «oon
to come.
All this she told me ths 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.
Ta Be Continued To-merrew.
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® Advice to Lovelorn ®
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
OFF WITH THE OLD LOVE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am eighteen and have been
keeping company with a young
man for the past year and a half.
I am only finding out now that
we ca.n not agree and I am not
sure whether I love him or not.
He had a friend who asked me
to go with him about two weeks
ago, and then I thought I was too
young and told him so. Since
then he has not paid much atten
tion to me, as he knows I am
going with his friend.
Now that I am older, I feel sure
I love this young man better than
the one I am going with.
VIRGINIA.
Remember the adage, "Oft with the
old love before you are on with the
new.” See lees of the first, lover.
You will do both him and yourself an
Injustice If you continue to accept his
attentions, feeling as you do. Then
trust to the god of love, who watches
over girls who are honest and true, to
bring the second man to you.
THEY MAY BE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am keeping company with a
young man three years my senior
and would like to know if he loves
me.
When I see him he acts cold,
but when he writes you would
think he thinks there is no girl
like me.
He took my girl friend and me
out once. They went dancing to-
Little Bobbie’s Pa ®
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
HE Dixons are cumming oaver I
to the house to-nlte, sed Ma.
Thay are very iemed peepul,
both of them. Mister Dixon is a pro
fessor of the Ded langwidges, and his
wife is so smart he says that he feels
Just like the Janitor wen he is talking
to her. I know you will like them,
Bed Ma_
I am not bo sure I will like them,
sed Pa. I doan’t like peepul that
know too much. They always maik
you set around like a bump on a log,
listening to them & saying "That is
very true."
I hoap at leest you will treet them
civil, sed Ma, & not treet them the
way you have treeted sum of our
guests. Be good to them, eeven if
thay do make you feel stupid. It Is
only by assoshiating with brlter minds
than ours that we can hope to attain
knowledge. Ma sed.
Wen Mister & Missus Dixon calm
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 how
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 üßed in our modem life. Thay
are not in common use, like German
or French or Spanish.
I see. sed Pa Then you admit that
you are teething a lot of our young
peepul two langwidges wlch will not
be a bit of good in the wurld to them
after they go out to maik thare way?
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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 there
are signs 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 he
ha.s 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,
hut we can not agree because of
the difference in our religion, she
being a Catholic, and very relig
ions. while £ 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 mein devout.
I 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 niinnit A- then he went
on talking to Ma A-. his wife about
the show wlch 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 lerned. It
newer was a single bit of use to me.
I havent met a Latin feller 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 wild 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 one of those quaint old-fashioned
peepul that gets an idee into/ his
hed & talks about it all the etvning.
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. tyf course I know thare are a
few Latin phrases like a la carte, table
de hotay, & Gesundheit that are
handy to use sumiimes, but on the
other hand the ehllrl's brain beecums
all clogged up with a lot of Latin
words that will never be. of any
erthly use to him
I guess Mister Dixon and his wife
seen that Pa dident know what he
was talking about, o thay Jest laffed
& changed the subjeck, & the rest of
the eevning Pa was good natured A
a fine gentleman, the way he cud
always be Is he wanted to. I thought'
he had forgot all 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?