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THE BELLE OF NEW YORK
See Story in Motion Pictures|
*The Belle of New York,” in which Marion Davies takes the|
star part, will be shown soon at the best theaters. This
picture, staged under the personal direction of Julius|
Steger, is released by the Select Pictures Corporation.i
By Jane McLean. i
M:—d from the Motion Picture, |
Belle of New York” producoJ‘
under the personal direction of Julius
m and released by Select Plctures
SYNOPNTIS.
A Nttle town In the Middie West lves
*‘ Promson, one of the richest r,.-u}
the Mate, with his omnly som, Jack, |
n another guarter of the town lives
g m‘fi an inventor, with his only
ter, oiet ‘
has invented a transtormer with
Lm be posmible t 3 electrify all
railvonds in the country Bronson
Gray's lnvention; he must have it
means or foul Oray trusts him
and makss It possible for Bron
o out the petents In his own
q&&'w poquired all legel
Eh o afl nowledge of its
the ending of the number
there burst upon her ears the
rambling, roaring volume of
applanee that follows on the heals of
sucoess. The producer was smiling
s Mspiration was a “hit.” The
Belle of New York beoame the draw
imw card of the performance.
*Not a wonderful voles, but a very
wweet ofie,” muld the oritics. And the
publie agreed with an added com
mendation for her beauty and her
personality. Violet Gray, under the
mystiec nom de plume of The Belle ot
Mew York, became the rage of New
York. BSignor Cudia congratulated
Rey om her success. “It's not the kind
of success 1 had hoped for” she said,
mather madly.
*My dear young lady, we do what
we ean In this world.” |
His friend, the producer, was loud
8 his praises. “Bhe's the biggest
‘drawing ceard In the whole show,” he
madd enthusiastically, and [ suppose
wbe has & yearning for opera.” |
. "t never does any harm to atm
bigh, does it?
*Not i you're sure of your aim,”
Imughed the manager; “dut I ought to
tall you I made a castiron agreement
With your protege not to glve her
sßme away, Of course, the mystery
adds to the attraction, that's true
spough, but the girl Is just as unas
sauming as she is clever-and that's
aaying a lot, believe me”
™1 know,” sald Signor Cudia, to
wtom the ambitions and Jealousies of
the theater were an old story, |
*You always make ma come to the
point in such a bald way” protested
the manager. “Who is Violet Gray,
anyway? Is she a millionalress In
@laguise ™
Makes Promise to Tell
The singing teacher smiled. *You
When a Girl Marries ""™ oime ~ ™
! By Ann Lisle. |
Copyright, 1919, King Features Syn
dicate, Ine,
CHAPTER LXXXIV.,
AY honey, you sure are tak-
S ing things by the smooth
handle these days! Jeanle
teflls me you had a wonderful basket
of fruit at the new apartment to
greet her, and that you were a good
4 about Neal's ring. What
E you?™ asked Jim a few days
_after Father Andrew's return home.
“Well—ay folks are pretty fond
of you, and I got jealous” I replied,
balf seriously. “So now every time
fg‘ at Virginia 1 say to myself
TR get you yet'™
. *You darling!™ Jim cried. 'Then
& reachpd in to his pocket. “Well,
puppose you start things off by tak
ing this twenty-five and getting her
& real house present-something
sarumptious.”
*Thats' a lot of money, Jim!* 1 be
gan, but the ominous flash M Jim's |
ayes warned me, and I went on iln
an altered tone: “But | guess wo‘
oan spare it for your Jeanle,' and
10 make sure I get the right thing
Tm going to ecall in Betly as con
sulting physician™
I had my first reward when Jim
gave me a delighted hug before he |
went off to the day’'s work-—and my
wecond came with Detty's enthusi
~ BETIC acceptance.
*Annie, dear, how sweet of you
0 say you count on my good
taste and my interest in my friends,
. The truth is, I'm a regular Mrs.
- - I'li love shopping with
. yom. How about a bite at the wn-‘
_ grave first ™ 1
" Jove it, Betty. Oh, Betty,
| that's perfect!” 1 cried almost daz
.,,, by the first results of trying
. 1 met Botty at the Walgrave, and
’ tumch we set off for a tour of
" the mvenue. But by the time we
had eome giftless from the dozenth
mhop, my magnificent twenty-five
~ Bad shrunk so it looked like pen
- mies Mmstead of dollars. An amber
_colored enamel box In one shop,
& patr of Chinese porceiain enndl--l
4 In & second, and foally an
THEGRORGIANS @ MAGCGAZINEPAGE
are not the only one who has a mys
tery,” he said, gayly, “and I'll make
& bargain with you. In about a year,
or at the end of the season, 1 will tell
you the story of the youug lady, and
til then you will have to comfort
yourself with the answer that you
may be right and you may be wrong.”
0% ‘
While Violet was making a name
for herself among the theatergoers of
the greatoer city young Mr. Bronson
was making ome for himself among
the gay crowd that supports the cab
arets. For omce in his life Sandy in-
Gulged I tippling so freely, without
let or hindrance, that the very lack of
restraint detracted somewhat from
his paradise. Somehow the roseate
dreams he had cultivated of the time
when he could Indulge his heart's de.
gire without being ealled to account,
without having to operate on the sly,
like a thief in the dark, had dismally
falled of realization.
Bomeone was always taking the joy
out of life, and although he did not
attempt in this case to lay the blame
on his tolerant master, yot the hard
fact was there, staring him in the
faoe.
Young Bronson had been going the
pace, there was no denying that, and
he was well known wherever the
lights were high and the champagne
flowed, where the roulette wheel
clicked and the dancing world con
gregated,
SBandy had pictured soch a Ife
Fack in the Middle West, where pleas
ure was overtopped by the god of
business; now and again he shud
dered at the thought of the eldori
Bronson's expression if he could luni
happened in on his son. |
And yet the head of the house had
explicitly told Jack to go the lmit,
porvided only that he never forgot to
be a man. And so far the son, his
heir, had followed his instructions to
the letter.
It was the most natural thing in the
world that he should happen with the
rest of New York to see the extrava
ganza fn which the Belle of New York
was delighting nightly thousands. Mr,
Bronson had no sooner set eyes on
Violet Gray than he fell violently in
love with her. He resolved to meet
her, and he thought that all he had to
do was to ask for an introduction and
proceed to the old familiar lines.
MWith that end in view, he ealled on
x\e manager and made his request. To
is surprise, that gentleman did not
fall In with his wishes.
“I'm sorry, Mr. Bronson,” he ex
old-sflver bonbonnlere were pounced
upon by Betty as “just the thing”
and discarded as each turned out to
be priced far beyond my allotment.
In Royal Fashion.
“What shall we do?™ I ecried In
Aespair, “You know just what
would appeal to Virginia—and Jim's
heart is set in making that appeal,
He wants to do this in royal fash
fon. I can't buy a lace tidy or a
paper lamp-shade but they begin to
look about my--speed!™
“What a whimsical little thing you
are, dear.” laughed Betty. The Ave
nue isn't the place for us today-—but
I've thought of the solution.
“What we'll do is trot to your land
lord's studio. Naturally he isn't as
expensive as these big shops, and
he'll give you a speclal price, no
doubt.”
“No doubt,” 1 echoed, blankly,
How was Ito tell Betty that 1 aia
not like my landlord—that 1 shrank
from the thought of going to the
studio? 1 gouldn’t register any pro-.
test that sounded sane, so I had to let
Betty trot me up to the Mason ofiices,
Tom Mason announced that he had
Just the gift we needed. He pro
duded o wonderful pair of black eloi
sonne candlesticks, and then, with a
meaning smile at me, he laid under
them a bit of blue and green and shot
silver silk, heavy an lustrous, It
was like the blue robe that lay hid
den in the carved chest
“Wonderful! Virgtnia will be de
lighted, and Jimmie's going to trust
you with his shopping every time”
eried Betty. “The candlesticks are
nice, Tl'll take them if they auren't
100 expensive,” 1 sald as steadlly as 1
could manage. “But that bit of blue
doesn't appeal to me"
Tom Mason smiled almost depre
catingly:
“T'wenty-five doliars ycu said you
wanted to spend, 1 think, Well, to
you, Mrs. Harrison, I'll let the can
dlesticks go for twenty--and add the
blue brocade table cover for five more.
They really belong together”
« Just the Thing. |
“Do take them, Anne; they're just
the thing for Virginia,"” crted Betty,
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plaimed, *hut this isn’t an ordinary
case. As far as I am concerned, I'd
be only too glad to take you right
back and introduce you, but the fact
Is T am under an iron-bound promise
not to make the young lady's identity
known on pain of having her quit the
show.”
This refusal, while it seemed rea
sonable, only served to pique the
completely satisfled with her bargaln
“So they're for Virginia Dalton!
Odd--I'm expecting Pat In here pres
ently. Stay on a bit and we'll take
you to tea.,” Tom suggested jovlally.‘
I winced-—but Betty scemed to find
Tom rather amusing. |
“Man, dear—but you have a morbid
sense of humor!” sald she. “Now, if
Mrs. Harrison is satisfied, I'm ready
to oconclude our shopping. We 3"
let you msend the candlesticks d
tapestry to Mrs, Dalton and just run
along.”
8o I pald for the gift, gave Tom
Mason our cards and Virginia's ad
dress and hurried out of the shop aft
or Betty. 1
i At the street door Betty stopped in
nervous indecision.
“l wish we hadn't left Virginia's
address, Anne. Oh, well, it's done
now, so I won't worry. lut whatever
possessed you to hesitate over that
adorable bit of tapestry? You surely
don't know much about bargaining,
ehlld—or Aid you want to spend less?
I thought you sald Jim Insisted on
twenty-five-—and it would have been
sily not to get your money’'s worth--
wouldn't #t? Didn't you like that
glorious blue and sflver?™
“Betty, you ought to be in the Dis.
triet Attorney's office” 1 laughed,
evading a direct reply.
But 1 didn't feel like laughing, for
At the price he had made, those can
dlesticks almost seemed Tom Mason’s
Present to Virginia rather than mine
(To Be Continued.)
Change of Ownership.
A poorly-clad stranger had been gnzing
for such a long time with interest at n
mansion, with its spacious stately oarringe
drive and well-kept grounds, that & polices
man at the <orner grew suspioious and
walker up to him. “Nice house.” sald the
officor gonially. “Yea' was the reply.
“It's & very nice house, and it cost money,
Boe e op e
:‘:‘o oficer looked at the %t\;filvm
and smiled. “What did yer It with,”
he said-~"a spade and hoe? ‘No" ree
t".‘ the man sadly, “with money left me
y my uncle, It & not exactly as I would
have designed it, and I've never seen it be
fore’-— *“You never saw it bhefors”
suid the officer, “and it ain't just as you'd
70, i, B e3go o
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It's 't;u." #aid the seody
man’s curlosity, Evidently here was
a girl who was as far removed from
the ordinary singer as her face and
bearing showed her to be, Mr. Bron
son took to sending her flowers with
nightly regularity, and to these he
merely appended his first name. He
then took an orchestra seat for every
performance and devoted his time to
feasting his eyes on the vision of
Nights With Uncle Remus |
By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.
At Teague Poteet's—(Continued).
#HE looked up in his face. The
earnestness she saw there dazzled
and conquered her. Her head
drooped lower, and she clasped her
hands together, He
changed his tac
ties,
“Is it really true, §EEEEEEEE
then, that you hate §. .&8
t At
me?” TSN
“OR! if you only §i -l (e
knew!" she cried, Ei¥g 3
and with _ that §. i‘s" O
Woodward caught sG R 3
her in his arms. WS ';fiv
An hour after SR AUSNEH
wards Teague Po- L
teet, sitting in his b
low pilazza, clean- i
Ing and olling his & !
rifle, “heard the
sound of volces
coming from the direction of the
Gullettsville road Presently Sis and
Woodward came in sight. They walked
slowly along in the warm sunshine,
wholly absorbed In each other, Wood
ward was leading his horse, and that
Intelligent mumur hnrrmml the oppor
tunity to mip the fragrant sassafras
buds just upruu‘mg on the bushes
Teague looked at the two young people
from under theg brim of his hat, and
chuckled; but \?hru Sls caught sight of
him, a lttle while after. he was rub
bing his rifle vigorously, and seemed to
be oblivious to the fact that two.young
people weres making love to each
other in full view. But Sis blushed all
the same, and the blushes increased
#s shae u‘»pr-mnhvd the house, until
Woodward thought In his soul that her
rosy shyness wias the rarest manifes
tation of loveliness to be seen in all
the wide workl. As she hovered a mo
ment At the gate, blushing and smil
ing, the old mountaineer turned the
brim of his hat back from his eyes and
called out with a great pretence of
formal, hospitality: |
“Walk in an' rest yourselves; thes|
walk right In! Hit's lot’s too soon Iy,
the season for the dogs to bite. Looks
to me Cap, like you hain't so m!‘htyl
tender wi' that 'ar hoss er yourn. KEf
you uv gid ‘im down to Gullettaville an
back sefjce a while ago, he'll be a need
in' fee Wtherreckly. — Thes come right
in _an' make yourselves at home.'"
Woodward laughed sheepishly; but
Sig rushed across the yard, flung her
arms arounfl Teague's neck and fell Ei,
crying with a vehemence that wou
have done credit to the most broken
hearted of damsels. The grizzled old
mountaineer gathered the gird to his
bosom and stroked her hale nnw Ay
he had done a thousand times ore.
He looked at Woodward with glistening
eves,
“Don't min' Bis, Cap. She hain't noth
in' but a little bit of & slip of & gal, an’
sence the day she could toddle ‘roun’
an' holl«r—md news er bad, mad er
wlad - she's a runnin’ an’ hvh‘&
loveliness who was so near to him and
yet so far from him.
This went on for a fortnight and
Gimlet became worried for fear his
master was really going to violate
the last part of the elder Bronson's
injunction apd become foolish over a
theater girl,
He Sensed Trouble,
But he forebore to make any re-
gals hain't llke wee-all, Cap; they er
mighty kuse. She never pestered wi'
Puss much,” continued Teague, as his
wife came upon the scene, armed with
the plaintive air of slouchiness, which
is at once the wesg‘on and shield of
women who belleve that they are mar
trys—‘'she never rastcred wi' Puss
much, but, cry or laugh, fl{ht or frolic,
she allers tuck it out on her pore ole
lem'.“
'uss asked no questions, She went
and stood by Teague, and toyed gently
with one of Sis's curls.
““Sis dot{:' take airter none er the
Pringles,” she said after awhile, by way
of explanation, "They hain't never bin
& day when 1 couldn't look at Teague
‘thout battin’ my eyes, an’ Ma use to
say she 'uz thes that away 'bout Pap,
I never know'd what the all-overs wuz
tell thes about a hour before me an'
Teague wuz married, We uz thes
about ready for to go an' face the
preacher, when Ma comes a-rushin’ in
—an’' she won't never be no paler when
she's lald out than she wuz right that
minnit. ‘ln the name er the Lord, Ma.
is you seed a ghost?” &' 1. ‘Puss!’ se'
she, ‘the cake hain't riz!" 1 thes tell
you what, foks, I like to a went through
the floor—that 1 did!"
At this Sis looked up and lalighed, and
they all laughted except Puss, who
eyed Woodward with an air of faint
curiosity, and dryly remarked
“l reckon you hain't brung me mg
maccaboy snuff, I lay me an’ my snu
wa'nt in your min’, " ‘Let the old hen
eluck,’ ez the sparrer-hawk said when
he courted the pullet, Well,” ghe con
tinued, smiling with genuine satisfac
tion as she saw that Woodward no
more than half relished the comparison.
*“l better be seein’ about dinner., OF
folks like me can’t live on love,”
The days that followed were very
h-my ones for the two voung people—
and for the two old poogle for that mat
ter. Teague enjoyed the situation im
mensely. He would watch the yvoung
lovers from afar, and then {n off by
himself and laugh heartily at his own
concents, Hmwas Svmud that Sis was
going to marry Somebody--a very broad
term as the old mountaineer employed
it. At night whén they all sat around
the fire (spring on Hog Mountain bore
no resemblance to lumrne‘r;). Teague
Eave enger attention to oodward's
storles and laughed delightedly at his
silllest Jokges.
If Teague was pleased with Wood
ward, he was astounded at Sts. She
was no longer the girl that her sur
‘roundln‘ seemed to call for , She was
A woman, and a very dellfmml one.
From the 4Jd scholar whom fate or cir
cumstance had sent to preside over the
flullott,vfl\n Academy, she had caught
‘-omoth ng. f the flavor and grace of
culti®ation—a sentle dignity, leaning
‘nlwnyn to artlessncss, and a Tuk‘k ap
preciation, which ‘.-v in itself a rare
accomplishment. |
(CopyHght, 1881, 1883 and 1911, Wy the
Centiry Company;: 1883 \w Jeel (’mor
Hnfl‘ 1911 b;e Esther Laßose 1.
ALL lflfl:flu!‘fllnvlfi& Printed b&
arrangemen
m‘mflu mm’w.)
. —
(To Be Continued Monday.) |
marks, being well aware that they
would receive scant attention. He
merely sensed trouble, and in order,
s 0 he told himself, to be prepared for
it he began to lessen his daily modi
cum of liquor until he felt almost
like a teetotaller.
Mr. Bronson, at the end of the fort
night, suggested to the manager that
as Hhe still desired with a mighty de
i Little Bobies P E
R A A A A A A A A AA AP
By William F, Kirk.
HAVE a vary deer lady frend, sed Ma
to Pa last nite, she is going to cum
up here sum nite, she rites butiful
verses for the magazeens. 1 think she is
gitting rich,
She isent gitting rich that way, sed Pa.
Taik it from me.
She must git wunderful pay for them
poems, sed Ma. She rote the cutest littel
luv poem about two toads!
It must have been hot stuff, sed Pa,
did you ever stroke a toad on the back,
sed Pa. Thay are about as full of fire
as a frog, sed Pa.
It was the deerest littel luv goom. Jest
the saim, sed Ma. I begged her for a
copy of it, & heer it is. & then Ma red the
poem, it sed:
A littel hoptoad, full of yerning,
Back te his lone hoam was reeturning.
Wen on a bank close by the rode
He saw a slender lady toad.
“My deerecst Geneveeve,” he sed,
“Pleese naim the day wen we shall wd. ™
"‘L;Jre full of hop,” she them did say,
& full of skon she hopped away!
That is a exquisite lirick, sed Pa, a
gurl that can rite a thing like that, sed
Pa, & git reel muny for it, will bare
watohing, sed Pa, by the poleece.
I think it Is vary original, sed Ma. It
is so unlike anything I evver herd beefoar,
sed Ma.
It is the moast fuliu;fl'-l work in the
wurid, sed Ma. I have offen wished that
1 eud rite reel portr{. 1 sent a poem onst
to Ella Whaler Wilcox, sed Ma. I never
herd from her in reeply, but I think she
must have liked it or she wud have sed
80,
Well, sed Pa, 1 cant git oaver that hop
tode poem. It is full of hut{ & lldl\eu‘
sod Pa, & that is the kind of poems thal
bring hoam the bacon, sed Pa. The sad
der you maik thrg\, the moar the
gurls & the old guris will reed them. {
found that out long ago, sed Pa. Wen I
was dashing off th= sad poems out in Mil-
WauwPe, many yeers ago, sed Pa, the gurls
worshfped at my shrine, sed Pa. Oh, yes,
Pa sed. That is jest what thay done,
How sweet 6f them, sed Ma. Sumhow,
sod Ma, 1 nc#ver care to here much about
them gurl
it wu-jou that started the talk about
poetry, A, Pa. It wasent I. In sack,
sed Pa, I seldom think now of them dash
ing old days of Romance. But I sure did
live Romance & Tenderness & Moonlite
then, sed Pa. Wow, sed Pa.
One wud think that the Past was moar
briter than yure Present, sed Ma.
Nevver, sed Pa. Glorus tho my Yuth
was, sed Pa, these here days in wich 1 am
lumf in, sed Pa, are the gratest & swet
est days of all. Life with %t is one long
poem, sed Pa, full of buty, affeckshun,
question marks, ete., sed Pa. I can't help
thinking about that hoptode hepping away,
sed Pa. Ha, Ha. Saying wich, sed Pa,
1 will now hop to bed. 3
et t———
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#o, for it brings down with it various small
bodies present in the atmosphere. Thus
there are “blood rain,” due to &u presence
of vast numbers of the minute organism
Hasmatococcus and “sulphur rain” contain
ing polien grains nlmrmoc when these are
sot free about the end of May, During re
cent gales it was found that rain falling
fn the midiands consisted of strong brine,
feaving a salt incrustation on windows and
walls after wn.crulom Apgnrenuy the
sen spray had carried the high
winds az far as 70 miles ln‘.d betore
ooming down as roin :
A Motion Picture
Romance With
Marion Davies
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
VIR .. ivuionsocoiduiates v Maion Divkad
John Bronmson, Jr. ........ceceeteuu.......Raymond Bloomer
R IR+« s eos vonans svonihs snsustiili IRONNE Lytton
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{ Richard Harding .......c..ccevcevu......... Franklin Hanna
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sire to become acquainted with the
mysterious Belle of New York that he
introduce him by his first name only,
and that he would promise on his
honor not to ask the name of the
young lady either in public or private.
To this, after a good deal of de
murring, the manager agreed and es
corted the young man between the
acts back of the scenes to the dress
ing room of Violet Gray.
Here he mumbled a few words and
left Mr. Bronson with the ease of
habit to introduce himself.
“I begged to know you,” he ex
plained, “and T hope you will not re
sent my coming. I am the one who
has taken the liberty of sending you
the roses signed Jack.”
The frank, open face of her caller
impressed the girl with his sincerity,
and, though she knew the pitfalls to
which so many young women in the
Marrying for a Home
DON'T DO IT, SAYS BEATRICE FAIRFAX
By Beatrice Fairfax.
8 a woman justified in marrying
l for a home?
Read the letter I have just re
ceived from a girl who is evidently
strongly temptfd to do precisely
this:
“May I ask your opinion on a mat
ter of great importance to a young
lady who was engazed several months
ago to a young man whom she did
not love, with the understanding that
perhaps after an engagement of six
months she would possibly learn to
love him,
“As time has elapsed she’can not
do so and is at a loss to know just
what to do. She needs a home, as at
present she is boarding with strang
ers and works for a living. Would
you advise a marriage without love
on the girl's part, if the young man
in question loves her very dearly and
is willing to marry her in spite of the
fact that she does not care for him?
He would like a very early marriage.”
It’s a situation very easy to under
stand.
The girl wants what love will bring,
but because she doesn’t happen to be
in love thinks she can do without love
itself. And her persistent suitor
urges upon hep the unimportance of
this point. You know his earnest,
honest, infatuated type.
“Let me do the loving for the pres
ent,” he tells her. “That is to say,
marry me. All the rest will come
later. Think how little I ask of you.
As for your learning to love me, that's
my risk. I'm willing to take {t.”
That's very persuasive language to
girls of a certain type. A woman who
is inclined to bhe passive, who isn't
interested in settling her own fate, is
appealed to almost irresistibly by a
lover who offers to do not only all the
deciding and arranging, but all the
loving, too.
“lI have chosen you,” he whispers
to her. “l approve you. You are
mine. But I ask of you only that you
lift your adorable foot and step with
in the matrimonial gates. All the
rest shall be my concern alone.”
A Powerful Appeal.
~You can see how powerfully this
appeal might affect a girl who not
only had the qualities I have already
described, but who had no family and
no real home, and, furthermore, was
not interested in her job. Svch a girl
ras a (xlxhly uneasy conviction that!
she ought to be “settled.” She be-{
llleve- she would be thoroughly con-‘
tented if she had “a home of heri
own.” Perhaps she isn't very robust,
land people have always told her that‘
she “needs somebcdy to take care of
her.” *
Then she knows that she wants
an atmosphere of affection. She
wants comforts without having go
wopk too hard to get them, Shal
rather wants, too, what she feels to
be the greater importance of the
married state,
Well, here is her chance,
Shall she take it?
1 believe that many counsellors:
would ;say yes, and that they could
very plausibly support their advice. 1
Their contention would be that a
girl who is willing to devote berselr‘
to becoming “a good wife” has the
right to accept from a,man love, sup
port, all that he can give her, ‘
But even though many excellent
people would argue in this fashion, 1
feel myself unible to agree with them.
Marrying for a home, pnrtlcu!urlyi
in the case of n girl who admits she
i 3 able to support herself, seems tol
me a fundamentally serious mistake,
I really don’t know of any circum
lun&ll that justify it
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limelight are subject, she felt capable
of taking care of herself.
“l am glad you like my singing™
she admitted, “and of course your
roses as a tribute to that are wvery
welcome——"
“I had hoped,” went on Bronson,
“that perhaps you might let me see
you after the theater if only to talk
to you a little while.”
“If you care to walk home with
me I shall not mind,” she said. And
with that he was forced to leave,
He strolled out between the acts to
order his car to be at the stage em~
trance at the end of the performance,
and he himself was walting, hat in
hand, when the singer appeared.
“Oh, no, thank you—no, indeed, ¥
shall walk and you may walk with me
if you like—it is not far”
(To Be Continued Monday.) E
the miserable loneliness that a girl
can experience who lives alone in
a city where she hasn’t many friends,
and who ‘earns her living by a job
that is mere drudgery.
It isn't that I haven’t sympathy
with ther craving to create a domes~
tic atmosphere of her own, to be pet
ted, sheltered, looked out for,
g
A Big Price.
It's a very human craving, Al
every girl must have days when she |
sucecumbs to it.
But aren't they her weakest
days—the days that afterward she
tries to forget. 3
A really strong, eclear-sighted
woman knows that shelter and se
curity' are comfortable things—bufti
that after all they are not the big
things of life and she must not
pay too big a price for them. !
i And to exchange for shelter and
security one’s freedom, one’s shine
ing possibilities of love, one’s very
life—don’t you think this is too big
a price?
Don’t you think it’s converting
marriage, whicl oaght ro be a m'
and glorious comradeship into
rather a sordid and sorry bargain?
And we must not forget that a
bargain of this sort is not only un
worthy of a high-minded, self-re«
specting woman, but it’s not playing
[talr with the man who magnani
‘mouuly provides the love and the
lodging-place, who assumes all the
"zeaponalblllty and all the risk and
all the material burdens. Not even
if such a man understands the whole
situation, and pleads the sufliciency
‘ot his own love, like the lover in the
letter 1 have quoted, is it fair to
‘him?
It’s possible, of course, that he may
‘b& right, that determined and opti
mistic lover, The marriage that he
\urges might be the success he be
lieves, and a lifetime of hapipn
might follow. But I can only re
‘peat that if one regards marriag
’or indeed life itself, at all serio
and idealistically, marrying with
love is too great a risk to take.
A home is a very desirable thing,
if the right combination of persons
live in it. It can be a wonderful
thing if it #8 the dwelling-place of
love. But a home—four walls and
Ia roof—what does it count for if is
is the abode of two people who
have merely driven a bargain?
You homeless girls who are
tempted to enter into loveless mar
riages, remember that a home isn't
necessarily a paradise. Don’t saeri
fice all the redlly valuable things
of life in order to obtain it. And
don't imagine for a moment that ir
You marry for a home ihe home
you secure will repay you for what
you've given up,
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The Gorilla’s Thamb.
THe gorilla and chimpansee, which be
long to the higher order of apes, althew
having many points of resemblance fi
| man, can not twiddle their thumbs, In
the gorilla the thumb is short and does
not reach much beyond the bottom of the
first joint of the forefinger. It is very
much restricted (n its movements, and the
animal can neither twiddle its thumbs nor
turn them round so that the tips de~
scribe a cirele. There are the same nuwme
ber of hones in the hand, of the gorilla as
in the hand of a man, but the tgumb- of
the monkey have no se arate flexor, or
bending, muscles. ‘This f; why & monkey
ulw&yaflkeem thn:’ thumbb:n th‘e same side
ns ngers an d
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South African Timber,
It is not so v I
African timber 'a.r“y t:l?:n filn':r':‘:;d&::;.-
sidered of little value, Now that import
ed timber has gone up In the market,
-&nny virtues hiave been discovered in the
nhtive thnber which previonsly were un
known. In econsequence, South African
timber has come to the front, so that it
figures prominently in many instances.
Bawing timber, such as Cape pine, poplar,
yellow wood, blue gum and other varietios,
cut into standard deals of 3 by 8 inches,
is ?untvd at tenpence half-penny to one
shilling per foot. This timber is used
mostly for boxes ind vacking cases, as well
In substitutes in the nln:l.‘a‘ butidings
for the imported Baltie 3
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