Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 212, 15 July 1913 — Page 10

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, TUESDAY, JULY 15, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE After the Honeymoon Married Life the First Year. The Dream of a Pool on the Palisades By Nell Brinkley

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER. HELf.'N paused at the entrance of the subway, hesitated a few moments and then turned hack. Why not Btop in at Warren's office while she was so near? She had come downtown to a jeweler's in Maiden Lane to have a loose stone reset in one of her rings. Warren had recommended that particular place as very reliable, and here there would be no danger of having the stones changed. And now, as .she was about to take the subway on her way back, the thought carne that his office was only two blocks away! And it was just 12:30. Warren could take her out to luncheon. She had not been in the office since their marriage. Twice during their engagement she had gone down. Once he had taken her and once she had surprised him by calling; unexpectedly. She remembered how pleased be had been how he had dropped everything and devoted himself to her, and took her out to luncheon. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror of a shop window. She was looking very well, her trim talored suit, and dark blue hat with its white wing was most becoming. She adjusted her veil, gave a few needless little touches to her hair and hurried on. Her cheeks were delicately flushed with anticipation she planned the surprise of her visit. He had a new stenographer who would not recognize her. She would not give her name; she would merely say: "A lady to see Mr. Curtis." And she pictured him coming

out with a bored or indifferent expression which would change quickly to surprise and pleasure when he saw her. The great office building loomed impressively before h-er; an express elevator, the long hall and she was at the door of Warren's office. A girl was busy at the typewriter, and through the half open door of the private office came the sound of voices men's voices with boisterous laughter. "Is Mr. Curtis in?" "Your name?" the girl demanded, curtly. "Just say a lady wishes to see Mr. Curtis. "You'll have to give your name," still more curtly. I "Will you give my message to Mr.

The Modern Marriage

Is It Divine or Human ? A Contract or an Agreement? The Cause of Divorce.

(It may be asked why I, of all men, should write upon questions affecting marriage and other relations. In reply, I would say that one who has gone through what I have, suffered as much as I have, and seen so much of the world and its hard side, may possibly have something to say that will be of use to others. I hope so, at least. Jerre K. Cooke. By JERRE K. COOKE. "W HOM God hath joined together let no man put. asunder." In the last twenty years more than a MILLION divorces have been granted in this country alone. An average of FIFTY THOUSAND each year. Seventy-three divorces for every hundred thousand people. "To have and to hold till death us do part." Two women tp one man of these fifty thousand break this vow. The

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Curtis?" Helen demanded, feeling a strong antagonism to this gorl. Not unless you give your name," Her manner was now almost insolent. "Very well," Helen's eyes flashed, she said with much dignity: "You may tell Mr. Curtis that Mrs. Curtis is here?" The girl stared at her more defiantly, and then went into the private office. Warren came out frowning anxiously. "Anything happened?" "Why no 1 thought I'd just come in while I was so near. I came down to have that stone reset." "Oh! Well you ought to have tele-

i phoned me," brusquely. "I'm very busy j just now." "I can wait," timidly. "I thought we might go out to luncheon." He frowned. "Couldn't think of it! And I haven't time to stand here talking either I've got some men in there now." He turned as though to leave her. Helen was conscious that while the girl had returned to her desk, she was furtively watching them. "Warren, wait; I want you to take me to the elevator; I want to speak to you." "He hesitated, and then impatiently opened the door and followed her out in the hall. "Well?" "Nothing," indignantly, "except that you might show me at least some consideration before that insolent girl. Couldn't you see she was sitting there gloating over the way you greeted me. I wanted to "surprise you. I thought you'd be pleased," with a sob, "so I told her to say a laxly wished to see you and she insisted on my name and "Why, of course; those are her orders." "Oh, but she did it so insolently! And when I said Mrs. Curtis she stared at me defiantly." "Well, if you think you can come down here and upset the discipline of my office you'd better .stay at home, i Miss Foster was perfectly right. I've instructed her to get the name of every one before announcing them." "But Warren, it was the way she did it the insolent way." "Oh, nonsense! Your imagination always works overtime. Here is the elevator." The car stopped. He hurried her into it with a brusque goodbye. man principally charges adultery. The woman rests hers on cruelty. Deser- j tion is the common ground. Numberless reasons are given by these unhan-1 py people, and they catch at a reason as a drowning man grasps at a straw. Temperamental 1 n c o m p a tibility would tell the story. Two hearts that are supposed to beat as one "jangle like sweet bells out of tune." There is no law on earth, there are no words of magistrate or minister, priest or prelate which can compej a man to love his wife or to enjoy her society. Neither is there legal force that can make a woman respect her husband or find pleasure in his presence. It is the shame of manhood tnat it Is possible to become a bride. In modern marriage all the primitive traits of the cave-men period appears. Aeon upon aeon of evolution, age upon age of cultivation, and even the softening influence of Christianity-

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OYER on the high green top of the Palisades, where the breezes almost same time, is a great, clear pool, lying like a great jade under the blue Nell Brinkley.

have failed to eliminate the brute in the male, or the feline in the female. In a wild passion of anger modern man, like his cave ancestor, man-handles his spouse. The passions of rage, jealousy, suspicion, temper and violence burst like billows over the rocks of civilization and culture, and the man, clad in modern raiment is the brother to the uncouth savage clothed n skins. CRUELTY PLAYS A PART. Cruelty plays a large part In divorce. Twenty-seven men in every hundred have been intolerably cruel to their wives. The gentler sex has a better record, for only ten in one hundred are Amazons who have "beaten up" their man. "The covenant betwixt them made" is soon forgotten and the reasons for the severing of the divine knot are from reasonable to ridiculous. Everything is "cause" from the shadow of the seventh commandment to the scent of cloves on the breath of a late-coming husband. Divorce has corae to be more than an evil. It is a plague. Statistics show an appalling condition. Twenty-eight wives in one hundred divorces have lost their wifely honor and have gone astray. The modern expressions "soul mate" and "affinity" have disgusted a long suffering public and have degenerated to become synonyms of passion, infatuation and animal desire. The sages are working on the problem as to which sex is at fault, the male or the female the husband or his wife. When the Divine Moulder was fash ioning his clay after-thought, his supreme effort was woman. She was a bit of the best clay from man's side that lay close to his heart. It is the

shame of her sex that she should stoop to conquer. There are too many women who bank on the natural respect man has for h'er sex to impose upon him to "double cross" him. The "double cross" is the commonest monument in the cemetery of domestic infelicity and marks many a matrimonial grave. A CIVIL CONTRACT. Marriage is besides being a divine institution, a civil contract in which the party of the first part and the party of the second part promise and agree to do certain other things which are reasonable in a contract. A whim or fancy is not a release, and the only dissolution is through the door of legal process. I have married and seen a great many persons joined together, and every one of them impressed me at the time as being duly, impressed and truly serious and honest in their vows and troth, each to the other. Yet the first couple I married were divorced within a year. Each was temperamentally the antipodes of the other, and they were not working to give or take, bear or forbear. The divorce court seemed the only solution to their woes. Right thinking people deplore that the divorce court is a necessity its good is mixed with a great deal of harm. It is too often sought and too lightly held. Like poison, it should be taken advisedly and in minutest quantities. It is deadly as well as dangerous, and the strict stand of the church and clergy is its safeguard.

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always blow and you can sniff the warm sweetness of taffy stands and the leafy sweetness cf the woods at the sky. There are breakers and there is sand, and water as clear as spring water beside a mountain road. It's great

The Manicure Ladv

"M": and brother Wilfred as up to a summer re sort for the week-end," said the Manicure Iady. "I got a fine coat of sunburn, as you have probably saw before now. George and Wilfred got a fairly good imitation of a brannigan. as Tome Moor and the rest of them old poets used to say when they was describing a little jag. I don't know what is the matter with my brother, he is all the time talking when he gets in a Bohemian crowd about quaffing the flowing bowl and about the wild, unprincipled kind of a life he leads, but I think he got that all out of books or from seeing it on the stage, or somewhere except in his real life. "Well, anyhow, we wasn't up to the Summer resort long before Wilfred bad put away three or four high balls and had to be took to bed, so that left me kind. of to my own resources. I was setting out on the veranda looking at the lake, when all of a sudden up comes a very fresh young person with a cute little hat that was too big for him, and he sets down right beside me, just like that. "I crave your pardon, fair one," he says to me, "but I, too, am alone, and it is not good for man to be alone." "I felt like telling him that he wasn't man enough U come under that rule, but you know how kind and tender I treat children, George." " 'Perhaps I intruded at an unseemly hour,' he says. 'I see that you. too. , are a creature of moods. I love soll- ! tude,' he says, 'but with all my love j for it, there are moments when my

soul cries out for companionship; Yes, my soul cries out aloud he says. " 'Your soul ought to be spanked and sent to bed,' I says to him. " 'Do not jest, fair one,' he says, solemn like. 'You are talking to a man who has seen strange sights in many lands, a man who has mingled with high and low degrees in every place where white men have trod. Women, too, I know,' he says. 'Too well I know her faults, her intrigues, her heartlessness.' " "I couldn't help grinning, George, to hear him going on. I have often saw Wilfred in them romantic moods." "It is too bad you have to be pestered every where you go, instead of getting a rest from shop talk," said the Head Barber. "Oh, I am getting used to it," sighed the Manicure Lady. "I suppose, when I go up to them pearly gates, old St. Peter will grin friendly at me and say, "Well, if there ain't the princess! How did you leave all the folks at home?" WILLIAM F. KIUK.

THE FATHER IS RIGHT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty and have known a young lady of seventeen for the past fifteen months, and for one year have been keeping company with her. We are very anxious to get married within a short time. When submitting our Intentions to her parents the other day, her mother didn't seem to object, but her father told me that I had better wait until I have finished my law course in college and then marry when I have ob-

tained my degree. This will take over two years. Wruld you advise me to wait? RALPH. Wait till you are through college.

j by all means. I am convinced that by that time you will decide of your own volition to wait still longer till you , have accumulated a practice and are ! able to earn a living. ROUGE, POWDER AND BURLESQUE OF SEX By REV. T. A. HICKEY. Rector of St. Brendan's Church Brooklyn. EVERY young woman should scorn those compact, extravagant styles of dress which are calculated to incite the evil and attract the vicious. Rouge and cosmetics, which detract rather than add to her beauty. he should carefully avoid. Gentility and modesty those womanly traits which manly men most admire 6hould characterize her ways. She should be well dressed. The world admires the modest woman prettily and becomingly gowned, but recoils at her sister who burlesques her sex by the adoption of costumes which merit the condemnation they receive. We w ish to pee the young woman so attired as to reflect the dearest and most wholesome of her charmsmodesty and to continue to hold the, admiration of ck anminded men the only kind the Christian girl should wish to know. Does the girl who adopts the extravagant prevailing gowns ever stop to ask who conceives thm? Does she ever ark whether those persons were aot Continued on Last Page) Bv C. M. Payne i e,

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