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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 Thief? ® ®
-THE GECKGIAW MAGAZINE,
TheWomanThou
Gavest Me
The Greatest Story of the
Twentieth Century.
By HALL CAINE.
Second Part—My Marriage.
Copyright 1912, by Hearst’s Magazine.
Copyright, '1913, by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright In Great Britain. Copyright,
1913, by J. B Lippincott Company.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Twentieth Chapter—Continued.
"Besides, love will come. Os course
it will. It will come in time. If you
don't exactly love your husband when
you marrv him you’ll love him later
on. A wife ought to teach herself to
love her husband. I know I had to,
and if » * »”
"But if she can't, auntie?
No Sympathy.
“Then she ought to be ashamed of
herself, and say nothing about it.”
It was useless to say more, so I
rose to go.
"Yes, go,” said Aunt Bridget. I’m
so bothered with other people’s busi
ness 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 up a bit, and don’t look as
if marrying a husband was like tak
ing a dose of jalap. It isn’t as bad
as that, anyway."
It served me right. I should have
known better. My aunt and I spoke
different languages; we stood on dif
ferent ground.
Returning to my room I found a
letter from Bather 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,
but I have inquired of your
father and he assures me that
there is not a word of truth in
ft.
So I am compelled to believe
that our good Martin must have
been misinformed, and am dis
missing the matter from my
mind. Trusting you will dismiss
it from your mind also.
Yours in Xt„
D. D.
TWENTY-NINTH CHAPTER.
I COULD not do as Father Dan ad
vises, being now enmeshed in the
threads of innumerable impulses
unknown to myself, and therefore
firmly convinced that Martin’s story
was not only true, but a part of the
whole sordid business whereby a
husband was being bought for me.
With this thought I went about all
day, asking myself what I could do
even yet, but finding no answer until
9 o’clock at night, when, immediately
after supper (we lived country fash
ion), Aunt Bridget said:
“Now then, off to bed, girls. Ev
erybody must be stirring early in the
morning.”
Never had I written such a letter
before. I poured my whole heart on
io the paper, saying what marriage
meant to me, as the Pope himself had
explained it, a sacrement implying
and requiring love as the very soul
of it, 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
:hat other reasons had operated to
bring us together, I begged Father
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Into a Mirror—lnto To-morrow & Laughing Wrinkles Don’t 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 toes out a phrase like this, L’lsn’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 yon
would be? I 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, ( ), you know, came ’round my mouth.
But that Is very foollah. 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 bls 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 I 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 Ut
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.
"Right?" he said, 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 you say postpone—put
It off, stop it, that's what you mean.
Do you want to make a fool of a
man? At the last moment, too. Just
when there's nothing left but to go
to the High Bailiff and the church!
. . . But I see—l see what It is.
It’s that young Conrad—he's been
writing to you.”
I tried to say no, but my father
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 you
plaze.”
My father, tn his great excitement,
was breaking with withering scorn
into his native speech.
"Aw. yes, ehough, denouncing and
damning it. they're telling me!
Mighty neighborly of him. I'n> sure!
Jusi a neighbor lad without a penny
at his hack to take al! that trouble! If
1 had known he felt like that about ft
I might have axed his consent! The
imperence. th' ugh! The Imperence
of slm! A father has no rights, it
seems! A doughter is a separate
does. And if you can put your face up to a crystal mirror and SEE your smile, you'ro
happy right away.
Into a mirror is—lnto TO-MORROW. Every tfmo you look* wfthln fts silver depths,
young Bettina, the ghost of the Lady-Heavy-with- Years that you will be peers back at
yon. 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 HttJe old lady—pretty and Jolly.’’
Laughing wrinkles don’t count —they make tor pretty Old Ladies- so be a smiling
girt
—VELL BRINKLET.
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—l
wouldn’t trust but she has been put
ting notions into your head, too. All
the new-fangled fooleries, I’ll go
ball. Women and men equal, not a
ha’p’orth of difference between them!
<The blatherskites!”
I was silenced, and I 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 ?"
1 must have made some kind of
assent, for h? said:
“Thon don't molther me any more,
and don’t let your Aunt Bridget
moithor me—telling me and telling
me what I 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
raided me to my feet.
“There, there, go to bed and get
some sleep. We’ll have to start off for
the High Bailiff's early in the morn
ing ”
My will was 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 to Pather
Dan and tore it up piece b ,F piece. As
I did so I felt as if 1 were tearing up a
living thing someth'.ng of myself, my
heart and all that was contained In It.
Then I threw open the window and
leant out. I could hoar the murmur
of the sea, I felt as If It weje calling
to me, though I 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 much
troubled by dreams. It was
the same dream as before,
again and again repeated—the dream
of frozen regions and of the great ice
barrier, and then of the broken pen.
When I awoke in the hazy light of
the dawn I thought of what 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 stepped through a side door, and set
out across the fields.
The dew was thick on the grass,
under the gloom of a heavy sky the
day looked cold and cheerless. A
wind from the southeast had risen
during the night, the sea 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 empty and chill. The sacris
tan in the dim choir was arranging
lilies and marguerites about the high
altar, and only one poor woman, with
a little rod and black shawl over hei
head and shoulders, was kneeling tn
the side chapel where Father Dan*
was saying mass, with a sleepy little
boy in clogs to serve him.
The woman was quite young, al
most young hr myaolf, but she was
already h widow, having lately lost
her husband “at the herrings” some
where up by Storifcnway, where he had
down in a gale, leaving her with
one child, a year old, and another soon
to ooma
All thl» «he told me the moment I
knelt near her. The poor thing
Memeii to think I ought to have re
membered her, for ehe 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 been
keeping company with a young
man for the past year and a half.
I am only finding out now that
we can 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 ho 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, ’’Off with the
old love before you are on with the
new.” See less 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-
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By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
A HE Dixons are cummlng oaver
to the house to-nlte, sed Ma.
Thay are very lemed peepul,
both of them. Mister Dixon la a pro
fessor of the Ded langwldges. 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,
se<l Ma,
I am not so 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 assoshlatlng 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
ilttel he knew compared with Mister
Dtxon, so he sed:
By the fcay, prof, my wife tells ms
that you teech the ded langwldges.
Just what are the ded langwldges &
how ded are thay?
Well, Greek & Latin, for exampel,
sed Mister Dixon. Thay are merely
called ded langwldges 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 young
peepul two langwldges wfch 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 thera
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
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.
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 langwldges is useless to the
children, beekaus It is useful, sed
Mister Dixon. He looked at Pa kind
of hard for a minnlt & then he went
on talking to Ma & 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 lemed. 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 Irfitln &
then going out to a Hibernian ball
& trying to start up a conversation?
Nobody thare wud be » 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 or.e of those quaint old-fashioned
peepul that gets an idee into his
hed & talks about it all the eevnlng.
One of his cunning' traits is never
to admit that he Is wrong about any
thing at any time, sed Ma. I aJways
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 witli 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, so thay jest laffed
& changed the subjeck, & the rest of
the eevning Pa was good natured &
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?