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Grace Darling’s Talks to Girls
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- By GRACE DARLING.
The Charming Young American
? Meving Picture Star,
Copyright, 1915, International News
Service,
GREAT many girls complain
A that they have no friends, and
feel that they are most un
justly treated because they are not
popular in their social sets,
I these girls would ask themselves
the question, “Why SHOULD people
l'’ke me?” instead of, “Why DON'T
people like mé?” they would get some
information that would be. of ‘untoid
helpfulness to 6 them.
Why SHOULD people like us un
‘less we are friendly, agreeable,
cheery, companionable? . There is no
reason that they should, and, as a
matter of fact, they don't.
" I have never known a girl who was
loneély, and friendless, anq\len out of
evetything, who hadn’t herself entire-
Iy to blame. Sometimes it's beciuse
she is a natural-born cat, one of those
spiteful, spitty creatures who to save
their lives can’t help clawing you on
your tender gpots.
The kind of girl, you know, who
will take al] of the pleagure out of
your new ring by =sayving, “What a
pretty little ring. It's wonderful how
well those cheap little chip diamonds
'make up, isn’t it?” Or who will con
gratulate an engaged girl by telling
her that she's glad Tom has found
somehody who was willing to marry
him at last, as he has been refused
'b.v every other girl in the set. ,
Why should a girl who goes through '
life using her tongue like a stiletto,
stabbing everybody with whom shel
comes In contact, expect to be erd‘
and for people to want to have her |
about? ]
Just Plain Selfish,
Sometimes the unpopular girl -is
just plain seifish., She seizes the best
of everything for herself, She mo
nopolizes all of the men that she can,
and when she meets a new man she
would dle before she would introduce
him to another girl,
Now, society is run on the give
and-take plan, and just because the
selfish girl believés that she can al-
Wways take and never give, she over
reaches herself, and in the end Miss
Piggy is shelved.
Sometimes the reason that a girl
bas no friends is because she is a
£poil sport. She never wants to do
what other people want to do. If the
others want to dance, she wants to
skate. If the others want to play
lennis, she wants to go paddling.
Or she is one of the finnicky kind of
girls that has to have everything ex
actly right before she can enjoy it.
She can’t sit backward on a car, or
walk in the sun, or sit in a draught,
and she has to be fussed with S 0
much that she simply isn't worth the
trouble,
She’s a wet blanket on any jolly
little party, and after an experience
or two in trying to please her, and
t’s the Wives Who Run
o the Ananias Clgb &
By DOROTHY DIX,
VER since the Garden of Eden
Escmdal. when our First Father
got involved in the pippin inel
dent and wriggled out of it by laying it
on & woman, men have walked in Ad-
Am’s footsteps and put the blame of all
their shortcomings on women’'s shoul
ders.
There is, however, one sin of which
most husbands are guilty now and then,
I, not habitually, that they have a right
tt Jay at their wives' dJoors. This Is
the sin of lying
Decent men, as a rule, abhor lving.
They seldom lie to each other. But
they almost invariably lie to women,
@nd the reason of this i& because the
Average woman is so constituted that
she can not stand the truth. E£he pre
fers that & man lle to her even when
she knows that he is lying.
Eapectally it is wives who make Ana
niages of their husbands, The man, If
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A Strikingly Pretty Pose of Grace Darling.
listening to her complaints, everybody
decides that the best place for her is
her own home. So they leave her
there.
The real reason, however, that most
friendless girls don’t have friends is
because they haven't the friendiy
spirit themselves. They want other
people to make all the advances. 'l'hey
expect other people to go out of their
way to hunt them up, and show them
attention, and to pry them out of their
shelle of reserve,
What conceit! What arrogance!
he followed his own inclinations, would
far rather be Truthful James.
The Man's Preference.
It degrades him in his own sight, and
makes him feel like a sneak thief when
{o has to tell his wife tarra diddies,
ut it's the fairy story or a fight with
her, s 0 he (ollows the line of least re
sitance and qualMies as a fiction mon
ger. For well he knows the things that
his Maria would say were she presented
with a bald statement of facts. |
What man, for instance, would darc!
to tell his wife the truth about having
lost money in a poker game, or ha\'lng'
dropped it in a litle fller that he took
on Wall street, when she had warned |
him against speculation? l
What man would have the nerve to
tell his wife the truth about why he
didn’'t come home to dinner, and say
that it was because he had had a nerve
racking day in business, ang felt that
he would go raving mad if he had the
children’s noise at home added to it?
What man would be brave enough to
tell his wife that when she went off
for a summer vacation alone it was a
real vacation for him because it lot him
get out of the monotonous round of too
much domesticity?
Glib Romances,
Not one. On the contrary, Friend
Husband glibly romances along about
out-of-town customers, or important
CASes, or exira work, and wife accepts
the anclent and moss-grown falsehood
peacefully and calmly, and thus not only
puts a premium on lying, but actually
inveigies her husband into decelving
her.
If men deceive their wives, it is gen
erally the wife's fault, because the
average woman makes it impossible for
sny husband who isn't an Iron Cross
hero to tell her the truth. A man who,
when he takes a drink, tells his wife,
instead of eating cloves to hide It, or
who dares admit &t home that he de
liberately asked a woman friend to lunch
instead of prevaricating about how he
accidentally ran across her in a res
taurant, can furnish a certificate of
domestic felieity strong enough to draw
money on at the bank.
It's mostly the wives who nominate
thelr husbands for membership in the
Ananias Club
What peculiar worth and charm has
anyone got that makes it worth busy
people’s time and trouble to seek a
girl out, and make friends with her in
spite of herself?
There are too many agreeable and
friendly people who are ready to meet
us halfway and make themselves
pleasant for us to bother with the
cranky and grouchy and people with
"‘ways" that we would have to put up
with if we have anything to do with
them. So we leave these to their own
melancholy companionship.
‘ If you are not popular and have no
I.'r*lends. be sure it's your own fault,
girls. Look into your hearts, and see
what’s the matter with yourself that
people don’t like you: for, after all,
the world’s just a looking glass that
gives us back our own reflections, If
we turn a sour face on it, it scowls
back to us, byt if we smile at it, it
laughs= back at us.
. Be friendly, and you'll have friends.
| Reach out the glad hand to other peo
ple, and they’ll give you the clasp
that malkes you one of the great
brotherhood and sisterhood of hu-
Imanlt,v.
Little Bobbie’s Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK,
| EEREST Husband, sed Ma to!
‘D Pa, wen he caim hoam to din-}
' ner last nite, we are going
oaver to the Paxtons to-nite to pla)"
cards, & littel Bobbie is going wita
us. He can play with the littel Pax
ton boy,
Fine, sed Pa, needless to say 1 shall’
Win. Of course it will be one of thm‘
%rmrw-ravkmz five cent limit lfllftl.j
’ud Pa. 1 shudder at the risk, Pa sed.
. Well, sed Ma, the buty of a small
gaim is that if you lose you doant!
lose anything much, & if you win you
doant feel as if vou had taken real
‘munny from your host & hostess. 1‘
1 know, T know, sed Pa, but 1 nev
ver like to play poker with ladies.
i’rhoy nevver know whare the game
stands, sed Pa. I have to tell you
every time it is yure deel, sed Pa, &
then I have to shuffel the cards for
You, & then you maik a mis-deel & I
have to deel them for you. |
Yes, 1 know you are a efMshunshy |
man, sed Ma, but you are going along
l& we are going to play a small mm.‘
too. Goodness knows we doant want
any of the Paxton's munny, tho, sed
Ma, so play & kind of careless gaim it
we git ahed.
No Danger,
Thare isent much danger of us git
ting ahed, sed Pa, the way you play.
I will go, sed Pu, if you will promise
me that you doant keep drawing to
R Ye
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Myra Webb’s Daughter Gives Her Mother Some Sound
Advice on How to Battle With Poverty.
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN
DE WATER.
: CHAPTER 111,
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.)
HE sense of elation did not last.
T Unfortunately, it seldom does.
In the firat excitement of trou
ble, when & common anxiety draws
two people closer together than usual,
self-sacrifice—even suffering itself—
seems to have abeut it a hol of ro
mance and martyrdom. For the mo
ment one feels equal to any test of
courage,
But when the excitement gives way
to the drudgery of evervday existence,
the halo.is dissipated and an appre
ciation of the commonplaceness of life
weighs one down. - Possibly a soldier
would bear with more fortitude the
three days’ experience of a Gettysburg
than the less strenuous but equally
deadly experience of a Valley Forge.
So by the time Myra Webb had ex
plained changed conditions to her
daughter romance was fast disap
pearing from theé situation. She had
taken the girl into her confidence cn
the very day on which Horace had
imparted his painful news.
Grace had borpne the shock -well
She wag her father's daughter in more
ways than one, the mother reflacted
as she saw the child steady hor
twitching lips when she asked, “And
what about college?’ Then, before
Myra could speak, she added, “Of
course, it is over for me. 1 must give
up my plans in that direction.”
Resignation.
Protests that there must be some
way of avoiding this disappointment
were of no avail, although at first the
mother predicted that “something
would happen” to make it possidbie
for Grace to complete her two remain
ing years at Barnard. When, at the
‘end of some days, matters looked even
more hopeless than at first, Grace
smiled at the older woman's forlorn
hope.
“You are like Mr. Micawber, moth
er,” she said in a tone that she strove
to make playful. "Yfiu are always ex
pecting ‘something to turn up” BOt
in this case it won't. So lam making
my plans accordingly.”
“What do you mean?”
“I went last week to ask Miss Let
son if she could give me a place as
teacher in the primary department 'n
her school next fall. She says that
‘her school will be fuller than ever
this next year, and, after talking wizh
‘me, and consulting with a couple of
the professors at college whom she
happens to know and in whose Eng
lish classes I have done good work,
she has promised to give me a trial.”
“And you have arranged all this by
yourse!f, without consulting either
your father or me!” the mother ex
claimed. “You are wonderful, Grace.”
| Like Her Father.
~ She meant the admiration that she
}exwessed. Yet in her heart she wished
Ethm the girl felt more sense of de
pendence on the mother who loved
’her. Yes—Grace was like her fathsr,
“Why should I trouble you about it,
imother'.‘" the girl argued. “If noth
'ing had come of it, you would not
ihave been disappointed. And while it
was all in the ailr, so to speak, why
add to your anxiety by talking of an
uncertainty ?”
The logic was unanswerable, and
Myra chided herself for her slight
feeling of regret at Grace's independ
!anoe. And as she felt this self-re
proach, she felt more strongly com
two harts, or two clubs, or two di
monds, trying to maik a flush that
way, sed Pa. You can maik a flush
that way about onst every Leap Yeer,
sed Pa* &0 'Ma promised. ' .
So we went oaver to the Paxtons &
Pa & Ma got in the gaim. Thare was
Mister & Missus Paxton & Ma & Pa
& a pritty widow naimed Dorothy
sumthing. Pa dident cair what her
last naim was, he beegan calling her
Strange Barter and Sale
HERE is a wide field in China
T for dishonest traveling mor
chants, and remarkable con
sequences come to light oceasion
ally. Some traders, taking advan
tage of the simplicity of the Mon
golians, make an atiractive display
of goods such as the natives ecrave
to possess and tempt them to pur
chase what catches thelr fancy, Woe
to one who is beguiled to walk into
the snare, for the glib tongue of the
traveling merchant will soon induce
him to take possession of that par
ticular article to which his attention
is directed at any price demanded.
If he has something to offer in ex
change, fleecing stops there, but in
case he has nothing to give In re
turn a great calamity wil! hefall him.
The vender will assure him that he
passion for all that Grace was re-
Inquishing. Crossing the room to the
window by which the girl stood, she
put her arms about the slender fig
ure. A .
“Darling,” she murmured, “I am so
sorry you have had to give up your
college cource. Somehow, it does not
seem right, nor fair. Yet, dear, it
seems also inevitable,
“Yes, it is,” the girl responded. Her
voice trembled and she held her moth
er close for a minute. “But since it
is jnévitable—why talk of it? You
have troubles of your own just now.”
So she appreciated that the mother
had troubles, did she? Then why not
speak out the sympathy that the par
ent longs for?
Many Troubles.
The “troubles” were many as the
weeks passed. It is not an easy task
to move from a house into a small
apartment. The sunny flat which the
Webbs selected was just off Broadway
“—almost two blocks from the Hudson.
It was pleasant enough, but very
small. The walls of the living roors
were lined with book shelves: yet
these could not contain half the vol
umes collected during the years of
plenty, and@ many boxes of books were
put in storage.
Myra's desk, at which she hoped to
do much writing, mut stand in the
dining room. The largest bedroom
contained twin beds for husband and
wife. Grace's room was small, but
light. The tiny room for the maid
was barely large enough for one per
son. This made less difference, as the
Webbs expected to keep but one maid.
But until fall Myra and Grace would
do all the housework except the
washing and {roning. The mother
suggested at first thay even after the
fall term at school began they might
dispense with the services of a do
mestic. But her daughter objected to
this pian,
“You expect to do writing to eke
out the family income,” she remarked
practically. “If you have to perform
a housemaid’'s duties, when will you
write?”
“When I have finished the house
work each day,” the mother replied, I
will have time for several hours of
i undisturbed writing.”
False Economy.
“You mean you will try to do brain
work after you have exhausted your
physical strength on washing dishes,
sweeping, dusting and cooking?”
Grace queried. “You will find it a
mistake to attempt all that, mother.
There will be nothing but the dregs of
your energy left for your writing. No,
that would be foolish and not a bit
economical. We will get through the
summer without a servant, but when
the fall comes you must have one.”
So it was decided thai during the
summer Myra and Grace would do
the housework. When the fall came
they would make other arrangements.
Maenwhlle, Grace took out of the
savings bank a small sum she had
laid away during her school days in
case there might some day be some
thing she wanted very much that her
parents might think a foolish desire.
And this sum she spent on three les
sons a week in stenography and type
writing.
But of this she said nothing to her
fathar or mother. If teaching failed,
she told herself, there would be ste
nography to fall back upon.
| (To Be Continued.)
He and Ma Attend a Social Little Game
Dorothy rite away,
Well, sed Pa, wen the gaim heegan,
1 doant care who loges as long as
Dorothy wins. I am a shivalrus man,
sed Pa, with a grate liking for ladies
left alone in this wurld. That is, sed
Pa, I admire them for thare pluck. Go
to it, Dorothy, sed Pa, & may Tortune
smile on you.
I nevver win, sed the widow. You
big strong men @re too clevver & ree-
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is quite welcome to earry aAway the
article on credit. He will come bask
Again to the town after a ecertain
lapse of time. If the native hands
over one or several head of cattle, as
the case may be, and an extra sheep
or a horse, equivalent in value to
30 or 40 per cent of the price of the
goods advanced, as Interest, every
thing will be satisfactory,
However, the merchant, on return
ing, seldom collects the price, but is
satisfied with carrying aw.y the
promised interest, leaving the pur
chaser in debt, so that he can continue
to fleece him. Thus it is not rare to
see some Mongolians wor!lm for
the payment of usurious interest on 4
debt contracted by their fathers or
even grandfathers as the result f
them having fallen victims to one
of these tricky Chinece peddiers.
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“I'm off for New York,"” said Jim, angrily. ‘“Good-bv!”
Novelized from the Messrs. Shubert's
produetion of the Broadway success,
“Just w n," by Eugene Waliter,
roOw nl:yinco':'f the Forty-eighth Street
Theater New York.
Coprright, 1916, by Internationa! News
Service.
By ANN LISLE.
“WILL his position pe abdout
the same as you have now,
or a little better?”
“Why, it can’t help but be better”
“If Ned's all I've brought vou in the
last few years, that's the one thing
you're not going to take,away from
me. You're not going to send him
away to one of those fancy schools
with fancy teachers to make a fancy
man out of him. He'll stay right here
and will go to public school, with his
mother to take care of him, and if he
can't be a satisfactory son to you, I'm
going to make him a good grandson
to my father. That's settied.
Jim's Pretext.
“All right,” snarled Jim angrily. “I
can't even have a little influence in
handling my own boy. In one breath
you try to keep me home and in the
next you try to drive me away —away
from everything.”
“I'm not trying to drive vou any
where.”
eorsful for my poor littel brain, you
are too deep for me.
It is yure deel, sed Ma to her.
Allow me to riffle the cards for you,
ged Pa. No, I doant want to cut them
after you fix them, sed Pa. [ trust
you,
Cut, Said Ma,
Mister Dooly sed to always trust in
'humn nater, but cut the cards, sed
Ma.
. But Mister Dooly nevver knew this
litte! lady, sed Pa. 1 used to have a
littel gurl sweethart named Dorothy,
sed Pa. She died. |
Perhaps she was beiter off, sed Ma.
it is yure deel,
So it is, sed Pa. ‘
Ma kep winning al!l the eevning &
neerly every big pot she won was
from the widow,
You have moast amazing luck, sed
the widow to Ma. 1t is almost weerd,
If this wasent a soshul gaim, she sed.
I wud think maybe you lerned the
gaim from Wizard Kellar, she said,
If this wasent a soshu! gaim, a Vary
sohul gaim, sed Ma, 1 wud insist on
you riffling & deeling yure own cards,
& 1 wud cut the deck, too, sed Ma.
Wen the gaim was oaver Ma & the
widow was the only big winners, the
widow won six dollars,
lam glad she won, sed Pa, the lone
sum littel dear. 1 wonder if the mun
ny will help her out.
1 guess sO, sed Mu, she will probly
buy two new hats with it ke the one
she woar to-nite.
Jim was so angry that he hardly
realized with what eagerness he had
seized on a pretext for anger.
“Yes, you are. The whole thing is
too darn ridiculous. I'm off for New
York. Good-bye.” |
“When will you be back?™
“I don’t know. Good-bye.”
The slam of a door! How much
that has meant to women since civ
ilization gave to men doors to slam!
There is a certain inevitable force
about the incisive sound of a closing
door. It carries to a woman a certain
message of a barrier shut and fast
ened against her. More than bitter
words, it bears to her brain the por
tent of finality.
As long as Jim was there and she
could talk to him, even though he
faced her in bitterness and anger, still
Anna had the warming sense that he
was there. A woman's heart waits for
the miracie of resurgent love that
shall warm her Man to her again. But
the slammed door—the sound of that
closing barrier—puts an absolute pe
riod to her hopes and expectations.
When her ears hear that, a woman's
heart says to her: “It is over.”
Anna stood motionless for a second,
First fright, then grief, and finally
resignation stole over her features,
and set them in a mold of sorrow. Life
as a vital thing seemed ended.
And then outside the door sounded
a child's voice.
“Are you there, mother?”
Anna stood in silence struggling
with herseif. She had lost Jim, and
while she refused to acknowledge it,
she sensed it
Again the child's voice sounded:
“Mother, are you there? Mother—
answer me."
Mother Love.
And mother love summoned
strength to Anna’s drooping figure.
She had wanted the uncov:!munm
of oblivion, but that is a lu y which
few people can have just when it
means most to them. Dramatic na
tures might actually enjoy revelling
in their agony and in the consequent
self-pity. But Nature is dramatic in
a practical way. She demands that
after a funeral there shall yvet be meat
and drink for the living. Nature
saves us from ourselves,
Nature forced Anna back to the
needs of the moment. There was the
voice of her boy demanding its an
swer,
“Mother, mother — mother — dear!
Are you there?’ called Ned, 4
And Anna held her voice to steadi
ness as she called, “Yes, my baby—
mother's here.”
Into the room came a sturdy little
figure with tawny hair and blue eyves
and some of the lean boyishness };m
must have had in his youth. But the
width between the eyes and sensitive
curve of nostrils and lips below the
high cheek bones were the boy's heri
tage from his mother,
“Say., mother, what's the matier
‘Wwith my going out in the yard to play
on my drum?”
Anna caught him in her arms with
a violence which rather astonished
the little Jad. His mind was on drums
and good times. How could he know
that his mother was passionately
shrieking thanks to her God for her
boy—and prayers that she might keep
him-—her boy, always her boy.
When Mr. Lascelle, of the New
York bar, played any game, he played
to win. Your true sportsman gam
bles for the joy of taking chances;
yYour real hunter follows the chase for
the sheer zest of trying to find his
game rather than to bag it; but your
sharper of a lawyer and your trickster
politician have no respect for means
except as they lead to an end. Loaded
dice, marked cards, an extra deck up
his sleeve; all these were part of Las
celle’s equipment for the game of life
as he played lit. *
He was a clever enough student of
human nature to percelve that under
her primitive devotion to Jim there
was pride in Anna's nature, On that
pride he meant to play. He knew the
one raucous note that would set lLier
nerves vibrating. He sensed the one
hideous move in the game that must
force Anna to make a counter move.
(To Be Continued To-morrow.)
Not What She Meant.
“Roamin’ in the gloamin'” were
Jeanie Magee and her bashful suitor,
Tam Dyke,
Tam had been courting Jeanie for a
long, long time, but he was so shy,
poor chap, that it was only the other
evening that he screwed up his cour
age Ity eteal a furtive kiss from his
damsel's willing cheek
“Man Tam,” sighed Jeanle, nestling
to him promptly, “cud ve no gang jist
a wea bit furrther along ?”
“Oh, ave, Jeanie, wuman,” splut
tered Tam nervously, “A'll RAnDg as
far as the fairm gate wi' ye.”
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It became %o sore T could scarcely comb my
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) 4, At night. T would comb my
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and T was completely healed * (Signed)
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