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The Struggles of a Wife
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“Mother,"” cried Grace, “‘you are the queerest creature.”
By Virginia Terhune Van De
Water.
CHAPTER XXX.
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.)
YRA WEBB did not cast any
M shadow on Grace's satisfac
tion in her successful dinner
party by telling her that no word had
come from the Imperial Magazine of
fice about the story on which so much
depended,
Yet the mother knew that if it was
not sold she would have to use the
next fortnight's housekeeping allow
ance to pay for the expenses of the
dinner party,
Bhe would have to do this, anyway,
but if a check came to her from the
magazine she would have money
enough to replace the housekeeping
allowance and to pay for numerous
other things. If it did not come- but
she would not let herself consider this
possibility,
At least, in the davtime she put it
from her mind. It is possible to ban.
ish guch reflections when one is up
and about one's work. But at night
there is likely to be a fearful period
of reckoning; then one can not con
trol one’s thoughte.
S 0 Myra Wehb would wake in the
middle of the night with a sense of
impending trouble. Bhe would re
member suddenly that she had ac
tually spent money that she did not
have, And for what? For a dinner
party that was really beyond their
means!
She tried to comfort hetself by re
flecting on how Grace had enjoved it:
how Horace had seemed brighter than
usual, for guests always brought out
the best in him. :
If she had been extravagant through
unselfish motives, need she reproach
herself? Ought she not rather to con
gratulate herself on having given her
husband and child a happy evening?
The Bills Worry Her.
But self .congratulations do not sete
The Gift of Conversation
OU can no more be a good talker
i without giving thought to the
matter than you can be a vio
lin goloist without practice and effort,
Conversation does not come by the
Erace of God, even though you have
& splendid mental equipment.
Robert Louis Stevenson sald that
the “first duty of man s to speak-—
that is his chief business in the world
~-and talk, which is the harmonious
speech of two or more, is by far the
most accessible of pleasures.”
How many of us miss the inexpen
sive delights of conversation! How
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tle tradesmen's bills, she would pon
der miserably. She had been obliged
to hire a woman to come in and help
Lizzie serve the dinner and wash the
dishes,
| “If 1 could only know I had sold my
’-tory!" Myra would sigh.
~ And then one afternoon she was
summened to the telephone,
“Mr, Martin wants to speak to you,”
sald Perry Martin's stenographer.
“Good morning, Mrs. Webb,” came
the man's cheery answer., “I have
been away and only got back yester
day. That's the reason I have not let
you know about your story until
now."
Myra's knees trembled under her.
She felt ar If she must demand shrilly
what his verdiet was, In another
minute she would know the worst, or
the best,
“Well” she said, “what do you
think of it
“It's all right. Good stuff! 1 like it
even hetter than your first.”
“I am glad.” How cool her voice
sounded; vet she wanted to exclaim
with joy, wanted to clasp her lmnq:« in
relief. .
Better Pay Still.
“A check will go to you next week,”
the editor was saying.
“For how nmch?" Could it be she,
Myra Webb, who was asking this bold
question?
Mr. Martin laughed lightly. *1 was
wondering If you appreciated that this
last story is a little longer than the
first, and since it is even better, |
think we might add $25 to your
check.”
“Very well” Myra acknowledged
the information with admirably
feigned indifference.
So well did she act her part that the
editor added, “I am taking it for
granted that this is satisfactory to
you, Mrs. Webb. If not, please tell me
80 frankly and 1 will see what we
can do."
= "Oh, no,” Myra replied. “That will
few of us talk well enough to make
it worth while to say anything! There
are no hard and fast rules which will
enable one to become a good conver
sationalist in a short course of les
sons, but there are a few “sign posts”
to success,
- Remember that thers are always
two in any conversation: What to
talk about cAn not be determined
solely by your interest, but has to
take into consideration the point of
view of the other people. To be a
good conversationalist you must first
free yourself from the evil effects of
self-centeredness, Focus your atten-
Myra Worries Over
Her Family Bills
lbe quite satisfactory, thank you.”
She rang off, and, dropping into a
chair, buried her face in her hands
and burst into sobs. She was alone,
for it was Lizzie's afternoon out,
“Thank God!” she sobbed. “Oh,
thank God!”
She let herself cry until her ex
citement had spent itself. She had
sold her story for $175! She could
pay what she owed! She could give
Grace something for a new dress! She
could perhaps buy herself a new
blouse!
She started violently as the door
opened and Grace came in,
Grace Does Not Understand.
’ “What's the matter?” the girl de
manded, startled at the sight of her
mother’s red and swollen eyes,
“Nothing.” Myra tried to smile,
but failed lamentably. “I haWe sold a
\slory." she added, tremulously, ‘“for
more than I have gotten for any plece
of writing yet!™
“Well!" Grace looked at her a mo
ment, and then broke into a laugh. “1
do think you are the strangest cren
‘ture, mother! You have sold a etory
and have been crying about it as if
you hated to part with it!"
Myra laughed hysterically. It isn't
that!” she protested. 1 was eryving
because 1 was so glad and so thank
ful!" -
Grace shook her head. “That's an
unusual method of oxpresslng‘happl
ness and gratitude” she said. “At
least, it's not my way.”
- "No, it's not,” Myra agreed. She
was feeling very much ashamed of her
‘welknnl.
l “But I'm glad you sold the thing for
;n good price!”™ Grace added. “I am
‘leld on father's account, too: for
really, when he enjoys company as
much as he does, I do think you olhight
to entertain more—l mean, to have
his friends here oftener—and yours, of
oourse—not only mine. lam not self
}luh. you know."
“1 know, dear,” Myra agreed. “Of
Icourse you are not selfish!” |
(To Be Continued,)
By Beatrice
Fairfax
tion on the people with whom you are
talking. ’
After that you must iearn a little
about human nature. You must be
able to figure out the type of man
who will be interested in discussions
of art and lMterature, as well as the
sort of individual to whom that seems
“highbrow" and extremely boresomse.
Then you must have something to
falk about. The newspapers and the
weeklies will keep you posted as to
the topics of the day. Sane, well
written editorials will direct you to
‘\\ard investigation along varied trains
of thought. Follow it up. Suppose
i-n editorial mentions Debussy or
Maeterlinck, or Leonardo da Vinel
and you don't know much about the
individuals referred to, Why not go
to an encyclopedia and find out?
Every new field of interest ‘you open
up to yourself guards you against
unhappiness and boredom, and gives
you the ability to contribute to a con
versation,
Business, the fine arts, social prob
lems, current events—what do you
know about any of these? Dress,
Your own particular occupation,
scandal, your special form of amuse
ment-—one of these equip you to be an
interesting talker,
Get outside of yourself, widen your
circle of Interests, and study so that
You may have material for conversa
tion,. And then, in order to handie
and turn it to use, read the standard
novels and the good old English dra
mas so that you may be able to ex
press yourself in charming, flexible
English,
And then practice talking, not by
trying to dominate a conversation.
[hm by trying to find some way of
Interesting other people so that they
respvoud and talk well, too.
A Tale of Oklahoma Life
The Heart of
® Wetona @
The Indian Maid Wins Her Battle for Her Salvation.
By ANN LISLE,
OU want? Why—why?”
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“Because I——" there was
a vibrant note in the man's
voice, but suddenly he checked it, and
went on steadily and firmly. This was
not the time to offer the suffering
child before him anything but chival
rous protection, That note dominated
the love tone which wanted to thrill
its way up to his voice.
“Because I believe in you—l've al
ways believed in you—and wanted to
be with you when this moment came
to help you to see it right and to face
it bravely. Now, are vou going to
disappoint me?” asked John Hardin.
“I do whatever you say.” {
“It's all right now, Nauma,” sa.id:
Hardin to the moaning creature who
still crouched on . the floor, rocking!
back and forth in agony. |
Nauma looked up, hardly daring to
hope, “No—no? No sandhills?”
breathed Nauma, hardly daring teo
hope,
“No,” said the girl softly, And her
eyes fixed themselves on Hardin's
face with a strange wonder that she
could so trust any human being as
she did this man. The old nurse
sobbed in a frenzy of gladness and
crept out of the room.
The Girl Answers.
It was all very pretty and very dra
matic, thought Mr. Tony Wells; but
it could have only one ending, and
none of the elaborate agonizing and
romancing on the way could change
the fact that at the end of the road
lay the need of his mnrryln'_ the little
Indian girl.
“When are you going to get that
divorece, Hardin, so Wetona and I can
marry?” demanded Tony,
Wetona turned to him and spoke
with simple dignity. “Tony, Mister
Hardin get divoree, hut we never
marry.” .
“Why not?”
The girl studied him for a mement,
All that was in her heart she dared
not* even try to exrress, but she knew
that the Tony she had loved had nev
or existed and the man who had
sneered at her desire to feel that h(n'i
love was pure was a Tony she never
could have loved. “You say murry‘
now because you afraid, but I not
afraid. Wetona mistaken in vou. 1
doan’ ever want to see you any more.”
And quietly, almost unemotionally,
Wetona turned away and went over to ‘
her own room, The door closed be
hind her—closed with inexorabla gen- }
tleness. Tony gazed after her in
frank surprise. Then suddenly he‘
broke into an ironic laugh 1
“Well, for the love of hpa\'en-what‘
do you think of hér trying to tell me
which way the gate ¢loses”. Let her
sleep It off. Tomorrow she’ll change
her little tomtom tune.” \ ;
There was quiet ; significance in
Hardin's tone, “You won't hear the
new tune, thoueh.* |
“No?" asked Mr. Wells, shrugging
his shoulders lightly. |
“You've seen her for the last time.”
“Who says so?” |
To"
There was a moment's pause, and
then Tony made an attempt at a
lightly ironical tone which should
mask the belligerent hatred he felt
surging up in his heart. “Oh--so it's
your work, is it? Well, come on?
What's the answer? I've been made
a monkey of enough around here to
night, and I'm getting tired of it.
What's your game? What do you
want to do? Why In thunder did you
marty her?”
“To keep her from being forced to
marry you.” Hardin was holding him
self in leash, :
The other man's tone held the lash
of conscious superiority and ad rony
that was sneeringly cold. “She loves
me and wants to marry me. * * * By
Jove, Hardin—there's a lot yvou don't
know apout women.”
“Not much I don't know about
your sort of man, though., Of course,
I had your measure even hefore I had
your name. She only realized tonight,
though. And that's what I've been
waiting for.” ‘
“You think 1 won't make good, eh ™
Do You Know That—
There is a fish of the skate family
which can inflict an electric shock
severe enough*to knock a man down.
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The largest iceberg ever met by
a liner was nine miles long and 300
feet above the water, |
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In Spain it is compulsory rnri
every elector to vote both in Parlia
‘mentary and municipal elections. |
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‘ Echoes are more resonant in lhol
evening than in the daytime.
asked Tony, sarcagtieally. “You think
I never intended to marry her? Well,
I'll make you a plain proposition:
Personally, I don't care a whoop
about the Academy—going to get out
of it soon anyway—but I'm not going
to be run out,
“If you'll make old Quannah agree
} to keep his head clcsed, and not both
er me at the Academy for a year, and
vYou do the same, I will marry her the
day you get the divorce.”
Hardin Goes for Him.
A year! Hardin studied the man |
for a moment. A vear of uncertainty
and agony and shame for Wetona,
while Mr. Wells gat ready to do what
he called “the right thing by her.”
There was murder in Hardin’s heart,
but he managed to reply, almost un
emotionally: “You couldn't have We
tona under any circumstances now!”
There was deadly, insulting sar
casm in Tony's sneer. “If I were in
your place, I wouldn’t bother about
the divorce. She's a loving little
thing. She’ll make a fine wife.”
Hardin swung on Tony at that, and
caught him by the throat., The mur
der in his heart had leaped into in
sistent and elamorous being. But that
would have meant only the climax of
tragedy for Wetona.
And the man who loved her con
trolled himself for her sake and spoke !
In a quiet, steely voice: ‘“Death hu‘
been hovering over this house all
night. That remark brings it lntol
the room.”
There was a stern pausé, The two
men measured each other. Primitive
hatred surged from throbbing hearts
to aching brains. There was the |ust
of blood in the minds of both. They
were primitive men fighting for a
woman, Suddenly Hardin controned'
himseif for one second and spoke his
will.
“I'm going to draw your picture
now in plain English, and when it
gets too hot for veu to stand, why.,
there's a .41 Colt in that middle draw- |
er--make whatever use of it you ne‘
At [
Tony drew open the desk drawer !
and caught the revolver in tense fin
rers. Slowly he started to lift it
Hardin stood waiting, an ironical
smile on his lips, his hande hlnglnll
empty at hig side. .
“All right! If you want a gun|
game we'll have it!" '
“Good! At last we have a lady's
man with nerve! Open up! I'll give
you the first shot.”
Slowly Hardin moved his rttht|
hand toward his hip pocket. Wclls'
lifted the gun slowly and steadily,,
and then suddenly his fingers re-!
laxed and the reveolver clattered back
into the drawer,
“No-—not with YOUR gun.” Tony's
voice was low and unsteady.
Hardin laughed with b#tter irony.
“T found out what I wanted to know.
You haven't got the manhood to face
the consequences of your own acts;
the honor\ to retrieve them, neor thel
nerve to back them up! You're just‘
no good.
“Now, what you're going to do i#
to go get vour grip and your hat and
burn the wind out of this town to
night, and out of Oklahoma tomorrow
—and you're never going to let We
tona's name pasg ,your lips again.
Now, go get the things—and clear
éut.” L
There was nothing for Wells but
obedience, and hé slung out of the
room with a vague effort at assum-
Ing a nonchalance he did not feel.
A second later Nauma rushed into the
room in bre-thl‘eu haste,
“Mister John! Comanché all around
kouse Thay walt for soldisr—to kil
Nauma see. Through window ghe
hear talk. They wait for him-—wait
‘till he come.”
“How many are there?’ asked Har
din,
“Many. Nauma séé. They wait
for him.”
“Well, what do they want?' de
mandgd Wells' volce from the door
way. In a sudden access of whole
some respect for John Hardin he had
strapped his bag and prepared for a
very hasty departure,
(To Be Centinued Tomorrew.)
The Isle of Man has home rule
and woman suffrage.
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’polnt.
| Wi el et
1 He Couldn't.
‘ “Congratulate me, Jimmy,; I'm en
‘nm to Sally Jenks.”
“I'm awfully sorry, Henry, but 1
}an’t conscientiously do it—l've been
engaged to Sally miself.”
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The great wall of China at the Nankow pass. The great wall is fifteen hundred miles
long, on the bundary between China and Mongolia.
ERHAPS the most impressive
P work of human hands in all the
world is the Great Wall of
China. Tt is a thing to dream about.
It is a kind of dream in itself, for
until one has seen it one has only a
half belief in its reality. It seems
like an invention of the imagination
rather than an actual achievement of
man, '
Jt belongs to Aladdin’'s world, in
which impossible things were done by
supernatural powers coming to the
aid of favored human beings. The
pyramids of Egypt are only piles of
stone a few hundred feet square at
the base, but the great Chinese wall
is a fortification of masonry 1,500
milés long, averaging 22 feet in height
and 20 feet in width, along whose
summit, as on an elevated roadway,
protected by battlements, armies could
march, hurrying this way or that, to
reach the point of danger,
Thousands of square towers, placed
100 yards apart, strengthened the wath
and gave access to it from the inner
side. 1t runs in serpentine curves
over hills and mountaing and across
valleys and ravines, bridging streams,
skirting precipices, and keeping on
ridges where possible.
It was a literal war-wall between
two nations, or peoples. It divided
China from Mongolia, the land of
Eastern Asiatic civilization from that
Girl Workers Who Win Qut
By JANE MoLEAN.
ISB SMITH taught school.
M There was nothing remark
able about that fact, nor was
there anything at all extraordinary
about Miss Smith herself. She did
not look upon her work in the light of
a profession. nor of a career carefully
chosen and painstakingly adhered to.
She was just one of a thousand
other school-teachers. She had never
heard of special branches, or, if she
had, it never occurred to her to think
whether or not she was suited to her
work, She simply taught school be
cause her eduecation in the normal
college made it possible,
From the time that she was a small
zirl her mother had always said with
a gratified smile that they were mak
ing @ teacher out of Maud. .
“Her father and 1 never had the
chance, but we want Maud to have a
real education.”
And so Maud had conscientiously
worked her way through the high
school and normal, and was now a
regular teacher, She taught arith,
metic, geography, history, spelling,
reading and nature study. She had
no knack of making these subjects
of peculiar interest to the children
who met in her room every day.
She simnly plodded cheerfully along
preparinz her lessons carefully day
by day-—bored, if she had stopped to
think of it at all, and yet she consid
ered hersslf a worker
However, there was fust one thing
that made Miss Bmith different from
some of the other teachers, She loved
children. She liked their shy at
tempts at friendship. she liked it
when they brought their small prob
leme for her to solve, and, strange, to
say, diseipline In Miss Smith's room
WAaS Nnot 8o necessary as it was else
‘where.
It all came about through Johnny
Deering, who was the acknowledged
bad boy of the school. Teachers
Areaded him, and when it finally came
time to hand him over to Miss Bmith,
Miss Bascom, of the grade bealow,
gavi™him un with a sigh of relief at
the knowledge that a year of torment
was happily over,
Johnny knew all the dodges that are
usually employed to make teachers
furfous He krew how to aim spit
balls, #ad how to draw atreciois ple
tures of teacher in heavy chalk on the
blackboard. But Miss Smith never
struck his fingers with a ruler, nor did
she keep him in after school. She
|of Central Asiatic barbarism. China
| protected itself with this astonishing
wall upon the same principle by
which Babylon and other ancient
cities constructed their defenses, only
an entire country was walled in in
' stead of a'llngle town,
‘ Photographs of the great wall, made
by Mr. R. C. Andrews, of the Amer
lican Museum of Natural History,
show in .what a surprising state of
preservation the work remains, at
least over large sections of its long
’course. In some places, where it was
{ made of brick, it is now only a range
of mounds. Passing through a moun
tainous district, you seé it running,
like the coils of a huge serpent, over
near-by hills, then plunging out of
sight into a valley, then reappearing
and disappearing, again and aain, with
its towers crowning commanding
‘height.. until the last distant glimpse
shows it winding away over the far
.ofl. dim horizon.
| This great wall was begun three
‘oenturks before the Christian Era, but
| thé parts which remain in fairly good
]c‘onditinn were erected in the four
‘teenth century A. D. In its time it
|ueoma to have been a satisfactory
i means of defense against the inva
!éion- of the savage Tartars, and if its
;huilders had been a reople fond of
icelebrnling thieir deeds of arms in
ballads and epic poems, we might find
just laughed at the awful pletures and
pretended not to notice when Johnny
aimed balls across the room. And
when Johnny discovered that he was
not making such a hit, he didn't find
it as much fun as he had under fidgs
ety, fretful Miss Bascom.
Other teachers asked Miss Smith
how she endured life wiih Johnny
Deering, and Miss Smith always made
some laughing rejoinder. Everyone
marveled, and Jife continued to go on
for Miss Smith in quite the same way
a4s usual, only she was really inter
ested in Johnny Deering. She wanted
to make him |{ke her.
One day she encountered Johnny's
eyves regarding ner interestedly as she
explained a point in nature study, and
their absorbed interest made her
think of a story tliat she promptiy
told, to iilustrate her point, ’
She forgot herself and told the
{Hints for the |
MVMWWN -’Ai
Many ladics embroider linen or
lawn shirt blouses or linen centear
pleces for their friends. Many, too,
though naturally neat, will find their
work solled before 1t ix finished. It
one desires to make up such material,
or give it to a friend without wash
ing, # may be made perfectly clean
by sprinkling thickly with PFrench
chalk and rolling up for a day or two,
The chalk may afterward he shaken
out.
- v -~
When a wicker chair requires
cleaning, dust It well and wash In
tepld soapsuds. Mix together equal
parts of turpentine and sweet ofl and
a few drops of methylated spirits,
When the chatr g quite dry, ryb with
a cloth molstened with the polish,
- - -
An excellent method of clennln,
velvet is to scrape a light d'é" o
pipe clay all over the valvet, an then
brush lightly away with a clean brush,
This will be found almost invariably
to restore the bloom and also to raies
the plle,
. - . .
When buring a hair IMALLress,
choose ‘one filled with bladk rather
than white hair, as the latter has gen.
erally been blesched, which deprives
It of springiness and makes it “mat"
more quickly than the black or even
gray halr,
By Garrett
D o——
E- Ne I'VIS§
in ancient Chinese literature thrilling
stories of the defense of the grea
wall, when hordes of wild riders asx.
sailed it in vain.
But Chinese literature is mostly de.
voted to the discussion and illustratisn
of moral virtues, the celebration of
peaceful triumphs, and the lyrics of
unambitious life. The wall was begu
two or three centuries after the time
of Confucius, but thils great nationa
work did not change the current of
literary tradition from the channels
in which he and other moralists hal
set it flowing.
Sometimes the Emperors of Chin
ereeted hunting lodges outside the
wall, and, protected by strong military
escorts, spent weeks beyond the fron
tier. Readers of D¢ Quincey’'s roman
tic history of the flight of the Tor
gote Tartars from the borders of Rus.
sia back to their old mother Chim
will recall the exciting experience oi
the Emperor Kien Long, when he ha
veniured several hundred miles be
yond the wall, and by his lucky pres
ence was the means of preserving his
“returning children” from the aveng
ing pursuit of their fierce enemies
who had followed them thousands 4
miles with unabated fury, But at last
“the ancient Children of the Wilder
ness rested from their labors a
from great afflictions under the shad
ow of the Chinese Wall."
The Teacher and
Her Final Success
story well, the children hung on h#
words, and for the first time in her
life she was flushed and happ:. T
principal had come quietly into U
room as she spoke, and coming up \*
her desk after school he said evenl
“I think you have quite a knack
with children, Miss Smith. I think!
shall put you in charge of the chil
dren’s special, you are certainly qual
ifled.”
Miss Smith’s usually quiet hands
tightened in her lap, but her cup of
happiness was not quite empty. John
ny Deering slid softly up to her dess
and held out a rough little hand im
pulsively.
“Say, you're a peach,” he said sht
ly. “I like you” And Miss Smith 2
last knew what it meant to have ‘{
real career, |
(The next article in this series wm{
be called “The Manicurist.”)
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All Over Fingers, Spread Over Bo'"
Hands, Itched and Burned
So Could Not Sleep.
i e
—— i
"My trouble started with little red pim
ples breaking out all over my fingsrs which
eracked open and bled. lln a short whik
they spread all over both hands, My haods
wers much inflamed and the little red pim
ples soon became a solid soals, Soon 7
hatds became such sights that | wa
ashamed to let any one see them, and the?
ltched and burned so that 1 could not sloed
but seratched all the time.
“T suffered this way at least four yea™s
T saw In & magazine that Cutieurs Soap 277
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the ftehing had stopped and the 'P""",
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Now |am entirely heaied.” (Signed) Mio
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