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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, SATURDAY, JULY 3, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE

After the Honeymoon

Married Life By Mabel Herbert Urner "Hi ELEN, where did you put my shoe trees?" Your shoe trees? I haven't seen any." "But that hasn't been unpacked yet. Don't you remember you said leave that to the last that It held mostly your winter clothes and things you wouldn't need soon. "Well, I forgot about the shoe trees. We'll have to get them out." Helen assented eagerly. She loved to unpack and handle things; it seemed to bring her nearer to him to make her position of wife more sweet and intimate. One of her greatest pleasures since their marriage had been In unpacking and arranging his clothes and books in their new home. When she had packed these things, ' she would tell herself, he bad done it alone. And now, she, his wife, was unpacking them. They belonged now to her, too. A Surrounding Glamour. A man's wardrobe and possessions are always full of interest and charm for his young wife. Just the masculinity of all appeals to her. His shaving apparatus, his collars and ties and military brushes all these things are surrounded with a glamour, both because they are essentially masculine and because they are his. Helen spent hours lingering over them, arranging and rearranging them in his chiffonier and clothes closet. She found many things, college and schoolboy trophies that seemed to take her into periods of his life in which she had had no place, and of which until now, she had been vaguely ' jealous. So she greeted joyfully the thought of another trunk to be opened and more things of his which she had not yet seen. "Where are the keys? I think there's some vests in that trunk which I want out, too." They went into the little room they had reserved for a storeroom. Later on it wa to b turned into an extra bedroom, but just now it was full of packing boxes and trunks. Unlocking The Trunk. He dragged the canvas trunk toward the window, unfastened the iron clasp and then tried to unlock, it. But the key would not turn. He shook the lock, lifted it up and pressed down, but still the key remained fixed. "Perhaps that isn't the right key, dear," she suggested. "It's the right key, all right, but the lock's been sprung." Then he tried to force it, but without success. His face was flushed now and he was fast losing patience. "Have you a chisel around here? It needs raising." "I don't think we have a chisel." "Well, what have you got," irritably, '"that I can slip under here?" "Would a, tack hammer do?" anxiously. "The end you draw tacks with?" "Let's see it," briefly. She hurried into the kitchen and back. "That?" contemptuously, holding up . a meagre little tack hammer. "Got k at the ten cent store didn't you? When you buy tools, don't you know enough to buy good ones?" Hoist with His Own Petard "I'm afraid," said the inspector, "that children are not so observant as they used to be." t "You think so?" asked the teacher. 1 "I haven't noticed it." ; "No? Then I will prove it to you. iNow," he continued turning to the class, "some one give me a number." "Thirty-seven!" a little girl exclaimed eagerly. , The inspector wrote "73" on the w board. Nothing was said. "Now," he added, "some one give me another number." "Fifty-seven t" said a little voice at the back of the room. The inspector wrote "75" on the board, and smiled in a superior way at the teacher when nothing was said. Then he called for a third number, but fairly gasped when a little urchin piped: "Seventy-seven and see if you can "write that backward!" ANGER. Smother your angry feelings. Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose with thee for a night. The countenance of anger is hatred; the countenance of hatred turns to malice. That anger is not warrantable which hath seen two suns.

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I "I didn't buy that," apologetically. I "I think Anna did." j The Hammer Breaks. j "Well, one of the first things you ! should have bought was a good box of ! household tools from some reliable ; hardware dealer. How do you expect ; to fix things up here without anything to work with? Now, you see about that tomorrow." 'I will, dear," conciliatorily, "the very first thing" as she meekly picked up the despised tack hammer he had thrown on the floor. ' "Here, give me that!! I'll see what I can do." I He tried to insert the claw edge unj the locks, but each time it would slip? j He was growing more and more impaj tient. Finally he got it under, gave an I upward pressure and the handle ' broke, one end flying up and hitting j him in the face. Furious, he sprang to his feet with an oath. "That's a d thing to give a man to open a trunk with!! You ought to know better than that. You squander all kinds of money on all sorts of foolish things, but when it comes to i buying a few decent household tools a miserable little ten cent tack hammer is the best you can do! ! !" "Oh. did it hurt you?" Thinking only of that and not of his unreasonableness in blaming her. "Did it hurt you?" "No, but it wasn't your fault that it didn't. Now I'll get somehing to open that blamed lock or I'll know the reason why." He strode out into the hall and rang the bell fiercely. The elevator came flying up. "Here," giving the boy a quarter. "Go down and borrow from the janitor a chisel and hammer good strong ones do you hear? And hurry about it, too. I'll wait here." In a few moments the boy came up with a long chisel, and a big fierce looking hammer. He took them into the storeroom where Helen was waiting nervously. Uncontrolled Rase. "Now, I guess we'll get this open," grimly. He slipped the chisel under the lock and struck it viciously with the ham-1 mer. "Oh, dear don't don't you'll break it!" He glared at her. "Who's doing this, you or I?" She shrank back. He gave the chisel another stroke this time it slipped out and hit the trunk. The, with a muttered oath, he threw down the hammer and with all his strength wrenched up the lock with the chisel, leaving the trunk marred and the lock shattered. Then he threw open the lid with such force that it was almost torn from the hinges in the back. "You can get out those things when you get ready! I've had enough of this" And he strode out of the room, slamming the door hard. i Helen leaned her head against the open trunk and sobbed weakly. There is nothing that so unnerves a woman as an exhibition of unreasonable, uncontrollable rage on the part of the man she loves. To Helen this was as yet a new experience. And it left her sick at heart. Of Course Not Sir J. Forbes-Robertson, addressing a suffragist meeting at Sheffield, told the story of a lady who called on a prominent Edinburgh tradesman with the intention of getting him to sign a memorial in favor of Lord Milner's South African jolicy. "Is it money ye're wantin'?" was his first query. After he had been reassured on that point, he wanted to know who Lord j Milner was! j It was explained that his lordship was our proconsul in South Africa. "What's a proconsul?" said the Edinburgh man. Another explanation followed. Finally, when the lady had satisfied all the tradesman's queries, he agreed to sign. "But ye're not letting the women sign this?" said he, anxiously. "Oh, no," replied the lady. "Ah! That's rightthat's right. Y ; ken the women know naething at all about these things!" The Mexican stamp bears the coat of arms of the country, an eagle on a cactus, holding a serpent in its talons. 1 This device is the outgrowth of a leg-! end that the first Aztec settlers chose 1 the site of their city from seeing an eagle so engaged, and situated at that j spot. j

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WE want brighter cricket, is hit 33 runs in twelve minutes, and the the general chorus of the ! fast bowling of Miss Mabel Pulman, critic3, who have lately ; the captain, who, although only sevenbeen agitating them- teen years of age, during last season selves about the decline in popularity captured 46 wickets for 68 runs, or

of England's national summer game, an average of 1.47 runs per wicket, beAnd while they have been expending ' ing successful in winning a gold med-

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in their denunciations of present ; A Wonderful Record, methods, without, in most cases, offer-! Her best performance was eight ing any practical suggestions for the : wickets for three runs, in which feat improvement of the game, the oppo- sne performed the hat trick, this sucsite sex have gone quietly to work ce6S being at the expense of the Harand hit upon a scheme which would pUrney Ladies' Club, do much toward awakening new in- j It WOuld be a case of Greek meeting terest in cricket. i Greek, however, if Sedgley Park playLady cricksters, of course, are no ! ed the Forest Hill ladies' eleven in novelty, but county elevens composed London, the captain of which, Mrs. of ladies certainly are. The suggestion V. R. Williams, one of the keenest emanates from the ladies of Devon- iady cricksters in the country, holds shire, who, during the last three years, an extraordinary record. She has been have taken up cricket enthusiastically, captain of the eleven for nine years, They are anxious to form a county andt though they have played regularteam, if other counties will do the ly every Summer, Mrs. Williams's same; and certainly there is some ex- team has never been beaten by any cellent material from which county : otner team of ladv cricketers, elevens of ladies might be built. j Talkinz of Miss Pulman's individual

Coached by Professionals. j In Miss E. Phillips, the Duffield Ladies' Cricket Club, Derbyshire, has a remarkable lady cricketer, who last year possessed a batting average of 22 for nine completed innings. And many other excellent records have been established by members of the cricket teams which play the game very seriously at the important girls' schools, Rcedean, Cheltenham College, and Wycombe Abbey. All these colleges turn out splendid elevens, and the girls rre so keen that they often enlist the services of professional cricketers to coach them. i It is the ladies of Lancashire, how ever, who would probably excel in a county championship for women. In Manchester and district tfiey have formed a woman's cricket league, consisting of eight clubs in the first division and a similar number in the second. So far the best women's cricket eleven in the county of the red rose is the Sedgley Park Ladies' Club, who last year carried all before them, losing only one match out of sixteen played. This excellent record was mainly

due to the wonderful hitting powers ; of the pavement, held up my little fin- case I've laid before ye is my oppoof Miss Elsie Jones, who in one match ! ger and stopped a taxi." . nent's."

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al. performance, mention might also be made of the remarkable score made by Miss Brooks in a match played last ; September between the visitors at I Durley Dean Hydro. Bournemouth. In j the first inning the gentlemen quite j outplayed the ladies, scoring 312 to 66." In the second inning the gentle-1 men were out for 167, which was due j to some remarkable bowling by Miss ' Plowman, who took five wickets with five consecutive balls, the ladies making 150 runs in their second inning, of which total Miss Brooks, who, it is stated, played more like ?l man than woman, was responsible for 111. A Hero Binks: "I had a most exciting time today." Jinks: "You don"t say so!" . Binks: "Yes. I ran into the middle of the road, flung up both arms and stopped a run-away cab horse." Jinks: "Pooh! That's nothing. D'ye know what I did the other day?" Binks: "No; what was it?" Jinks: "Why, I stepped to the edge

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BOWLING. CATCHING. That Canny Scott i Known everywhere as the canniest Scoti north of the Tweed, Sandy McCute astonished a solicitor one day by walking into his office and squandering six-and-eight-pence recklessly simply in order to make come trivial inj quiry about the law of the landlord and tenant. I Ah, but there was a reason behind ; Sandy's question. "Now that you've heard the case," : he asked presently, "ye think it worth 1 fighting, do ye?" "Worth fighting, man," replied the solicitor. "Why, I'm almost prepared to guarantee a favorable verdict." Sandy nodded his head wisely. "Ah, weel," he remarked, "I'm much obliged tae ye, but I dinna think I'll go tae law this time; for, ye see, the AND OWKIG To TtiElT "AR'RAN GEMENT-UMLlrffc ;ote-r T3n?Ds--E. 15 , Emat3l.:d To SAY

A Bachelor's Diary Mrs. Spencer Laughs At His Solemn Lecture and Tries' to Kiss Him Again. BY MAX. Hetties it go at that, she Impulsively JUNE 41 accused Sally Spencer I sprang up and came toward me. I ha4 of not being entirely guiltless of j risen and was starting for the door, the transgressions of my sex. and but she detained me by putting a for Are minutes after I never wit-j hand on my arm. nessed a finer display of indignation. "I am so sorry. Max." the said. T Her eyes flashed, and if honest and j didn't realize It. I fcaj always thought just anger could have killed. I would j of you as Just Max mv .i.r.t f-. -

have perished on the spot. I let her talk till her vehemence and indignation had exhausted her. and she was finding the usual woman's refuge in tears, and then I resumed my attack, deliberately and dispassionately. I was determined to show to one good woman that the bad women are not alone to blame. Men are always forming laws to protect women from the men; I felt for the time being that there should be laws to protect the men from the women. "You are like all women; you overlook the real charge in your defense of yourself. You remind me that your Kinnooa was oiameiess; mai you nave been a devoted wife, and that no wife was ever truer. "I know all that. It is not your treatment of Jack I would question. If anything, you have been too lenient with him. It is your treatment of ME!!!! A look of bewilderment came into i her eyes. "Of you. Max? Are you era- j zy? Why, I have always treated you j as my best rrtend. ir I nave ever offended you (there was a pitiful note in her voice) you must forgive me. I can't lose a friend like you. Max. I can't lose a friend now." The Old Subject. "You are not going to lose me as a friend, now or at any other time," taking her hands in mine and giving them i pressure that seemed to reassure her though the touch of her hands had anything but a reassuring effect on me. "First and last I am your friend, dear girl, so forget your doubts on that question. "Sally," dropping her hands, for I wanted to say my say dispassionately, "you kissed me the other morning." She laughed. "Of course I did," she said, her eyes twinkling. "You have such a klssable mouth I have wanted to do it before. But what about that? Are you giving me this scolding jut because I kissed my dearest friend? You are growing more like a boy every day. I've a good uoui u, "to kiss you once more. You did look j so surprised and so tunny, and you were so helpless with Manette in your arms. Really, I am tempted to do it again." "You say I am more like boy every day?" She nodded her head,. "And a silly boy, too. Max." "A boy," I resumed "gets little blue tickets at Sunday school for being good" "That kiss," she interrupted, "was a little blue ticket. I gave it to you for being good." "But," I continued, gravely, "he prizes the little blue tickets not for themselves, but because an accumulation means something more. I believe in Sunday school they call it a Reward of Merit. "Men," I went on, "are only boys grown up." Not Strong. "You are a good woman, and you gave me that kiss in all the innocence of your heart. I am a man, and therefore not good'. In giving me that kiss you relied on your innocence and my strength. Sally, dear, I am not strong. No man is." "It was just as if I kissed my brother" she began. "Now don't let us have any evasion," I said angrily, "I am not your brother; and it is 6llly to make the pretense. I am your friend, and your husband's friend, but I am not his friend in the way I was before you kissed me. "You are a good woman, and I am trying to make you see the mischief a good woman can do. I am trying to make you realize that the goodness of the woman doesn't put all thought of mischief out of the man's head." She was crying, and I can't stand it to see a woman cry. "I didn't mean to hurt you," I said tenderly, for I felt as If I had been a brute; "1 Just want you to realize that you are a very handsome woman, a very attractive woman, and altogether too lovable to go around putting your arms around a man's neck and expecting bint to accept the kiss you force on him as one that came from a sister. I don't want to hurt you, but, Sally, you have hurt me." Now, there was where I said the wrong thing, for I appealed to her sympathies. Instead of remaining in her chair and saying she was sorry and

She lifted her hands and patted m on the cheeks. "You know I love Jack," she said, "and you must always remember that. You are a good man, and you have been picturing yourself as a bad one just to frighten me. You silly boy. you. He Couldn't, "You are my brother my big. beat only brother and 1 won't let you aay you are not or that you ever think of being anything else. Come." lifting op her lips, "give me a brotherly kiss to prove it, you goose you." For a moment I hesitated; the HtUe blue tickets were a pleasure, even though I never accumulated enoueh

j for a Reward of Merit. Then I pushed her roughly aside and walked out the door. There is no use. Diary, in any man trying to influence a woman to protect him from herself. For the Children Prince Frederick William of Germany. Prince Frederick William of many la the high sounding title of the little boy whose picture U shown above, lie is the grandKou of Kabter Wllhelm. the German emperor, who recently celebrated the silver Jubilee of bis acent to the throne. His father-Is the Crown Prince William. woMvLT one day succeed to the title of emperorthat is. If be outlives the present ruler. Frederick William Is the oldest of the crown prince's children and Is in the direct line of succession. At present that probably doesn't bother him very much. "Having fun." as young America expresses it. la doubtless more to bis liking than thoughts of future grandeur. The little prince Is seven years old and was born on the Fourth of July a date that has no significance to bim other than that it Is his birthday. What boy or girl In this country would not feel an especial pride in having Independence day for a birthday? Then the Fourth of July would mean two celebrations in one. Riddles. When does a leopard change bis spots? When be moves from one spot to another. Why l.i a cigar loving man like a tallow candle? Because be will smoks) when he is going out. Why Is a little dog's tail like the heart of a tree? Because it is farthest from the bark. What's the difference between aa Irishman frozen to death and a Scottish highlander on a mountain peak in January? One is kilt with the cold, the other cold with the kilt When dos a caterpillar Improve la morals? When be turns over a new leaf. Bv C. AL Pavne V. j c )