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The Face in the Mountain

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BY WINIFRED BLACK. IT is sad today the great Face up there on top of the mountain. Have you ever seen such a face? Who carved it, I wonder? Ages and ages ago, did the wild waters know what it was they wrought when they rushed over the great boulders and

sang and surged

land cut the face in

fi$f Vwitne Breat ro s:

cairn race, lying

with its eyes up to the sky, and the

clouds sail above and the winds sing below and still the

great Face lies

there for all to see.

I There were great

doings in the val-

ley once. Some one

found a pocketful of gold there in the canyon by the rushing waters and the whole place swarmed with men and women followed and the quiet night was raucous with wild songs. Gold, gold, gold that's what they all wanted gold. What did they care for the peace of the valley or the calm of the great mountain? Gold, that was what they were after. Strange the fever that burns us when we hear the very name. The other day I drove high above the timber line. It was a sight to take the breath away. While we stood gazing the driver spoke: "There," he said, pointing with his "whip. "There that's Simpson's Dream, that hole down there. Simpeon took $10,000 in twenty-four hours out of that hole," and every one of us tuurned our eager eyes from the glory of the sky and the splendor of the spreading earth and and looked

earnestly, eagerly, with a vivid in-1

terest at a dirty hole in the ground because Simpson, whoever he might be, took ten thousand dollars worth of gold out of it once years and years ago. How the Gods must laugh at our ctrange infatuations! Poor Simpson he had his day of deleriura. What did it profit him? He died drunk and raving after he had spent his ten thousand dollars, and the wife of his youth was ashamed to lay a flower on his dishonored grave and the boy she named for Simpson would rather you didn't ask about him, if you please. Now. if he had only watched the Face there on the hills the great, calm face, and had drawn strength and peace from that how much better off he would have been. "Come," the mountains call, "come, little, tired, anxious, worried, eager, quarreling children. Come, you who are thirsty; I will give you to drink. You are hungry, there is plenty to e?t here and to spare. See how light -the trees feather into a canopy for your sleeping room. Peace, joy, health, faith, trust, love all these 1 have for you here. "And we laugh bitterly and turn away but let the hole in the ground speak gold. gold, gold for the digging sorrow, greed, care work without ceasing, the forgetfullness of one we once loved age before the time for age bitterness while the brow is smooth, distrust, envy all this I offer you," and how we run to answer poor blind fools that we are. What do you think of us Face there on the mountain? How sad you look. Here comes one who laughs a girl with a letter from her sweetheart crackling in her bosom "The Face smiles," says the girls, "see how the Face smiles." And here comes one in anger one he had trusted had betrayed him. "The Face is cruel." says the man In anger It sneers at me and my sorrow. And to me "who mourun for -what can never bo mine again the Face looks mournful and full of sadness

Beauty Stella Barre Tells of the Value of Voice Culture.

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Married Life the First Year The Most Wonderful Time.

By MABEL HERBERT URNER.

HEN I began making vocal

ulture a serious studv a

few years ago six, to be accurate," said Stella Barre in the mpst delightfully musical of voices, as we sipped cooling ices after the matinee, "no one except my teacher and myself believed I had a voice to train. We did believe, though we worked hard to prove it

and now we have a few followers, haven't we?" If you have heard Stella Barrels top note and a few others blow it at the performance of "All Aboard" you will agree that she has triumphantly proved the existence of her voice. And a voice it is, as we have just been told, 'an excellent thing in woman, be it low and sweet, or be it high and sweet;

can it be that you never change at oh Face of calm content. all Face there in the mountain, and1 Come: the snn s'Mn"-. r--- - that it is we who are sad and angry 'sin?, the waters rush by. who shall or gay and we see ourselves reflected bring sadness to my bran. c. ... t in your look? jbrow, oh Face of calm delight? If I make my world myself it shall i My world is my own. I'll make it be a happy one trust me for that, what I will a happy one-

The weeks passed swiftly. The pile of diminutive clothes in the lower drawer of Helen's dresser grew daily. Now and then a sharp fear clutched at her heart. If they should never be needed, if something should happen! And though she fought against; it, there came to her at times still another fear. If the little garments should be needed and if, yet if she if she should never see them worn! She tried to keep these thoughts from Warren. She felt that ir some way it reflected upon her womanliness and her love for him for her to fear the ordeal that lay before her. And yet sometimes she awoke in the night and stared at the darkness, her heart beating fast with the dread of the unknown. She would not awaken Warren; she knew he would reassure and comfort her if she did. But she felt that this was something she should fight alone. The Thought at Night. So many thoughts come to one at night that would never come in the daylight. And one that sometimes came to Helen in spite of her efforts to close her mind against it was: if anything 6hould happen to her. would Warren would any one ever take her place? Would he ever Even in her inmost heart she shrank from the phrase "marry again." Her thoughts never formulated in that way it was always "wouM any on? take her place?" And then she would picture herself forgotten, and some one else with him some one he might love as much, or more; some one more beautiful.

("with more charm, more power to hold

him. And would he ever think of her? And "would this other woman be jealous of her memory. And what would they do with her things? He would probably have her clothes parked away and sent to her mother. But all the furniture they had together selected for this apartment what would

;he do with that? Could he bear to j but heaven forfend that any one of us have the high-pitched nasal voice, or j the husby, breathy croak that are an ! unfortunate tradition as the posses

sions of the American woman. "No amount of study i3 too hard," said the charming singer, "if it gives you at last the goal of your dreams. But you have to work with your brain as -well as your body. And the thing I would warn girls most earnestly against Is over-fatigue. It is easy to think, Oh, I will just keep at thi3 a bit longer,' and to use up so much energy and strength that you infringe on your reserve store. Now I really practice all afternoon long but only

about fifteen minutes at a timf. I work a bit, and then I go OiT to something quite different, and then backto work. In this way. I probably put in three or four hours' work with le?s

! fatigue than two hours of steady application and over-strain would give, j "You read so many romances r' i how the fair telephone girl wins a millionaire husband by her saying j 'Hello!' very sweetly to his listening 'ear. There, is something in every tale j fa-Iry or otherwise you hear, and whether a girl has a singing voice or

, not. a few singing lessons will vastly

improve her speaking voice ar.d perhaps help to discover another prima

! donna.

A SUGGESTION. "For the girl who can not afford singing lessons, I would suggest deep breathing at an onen window mrirrnnsr

jand night, or whenever she has a

chance to try it during the day. Then fill the lungs and hold the breath back

! of the voice while speaking a fw words, gradually increasing the number until you have breath control and

j all the while keeping the voice as

deep, clfar and low as possible." "But you don't think that voice alone is sufficient beauty for woman, do

have it in another home with some

ona else? And the signet ring she ( had given him would he take that i off? And her picture in the back of J

his watch would another picture be

mere: i

Torturing Herself. And so for hours she would lie in

Ten Commandments of the Summer Visitor

BY DOROTHY DIX.

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only a very foolish little woman can.

NVITE not thyself to the house of

another, oh. my daughters, for if

j so be thy friend hungereth and , thirsteth for thy society she will j arise and send to thee a writing bid-

! ding thee to come straightaway to her 1

abode. Yea, she will send for thee :

And sometimes when the stillness !

i swiftly by means of the telegraph!

and blackness of the night had accentuated her fearB and imaginings until they were unbearable, she would leave her bed and creep softly in Warren. Not to awaken him, but just to be near

him to feel the warmth and strength ;

;and the night letter, and if so be she

"holdeth her hand, take that for a Fign which never faileth that she wanteth thee not. 2 Accept not an invitation from a man to tarry and stay at his house until it h.ith hn C K" Vt hv Mb uifo

ill iii ill irrni" 111 i . i' wiv mhiih

, " . ' ror

or tne cniu tear tnat possessed her;

One night he awoke to find her be

side him. She was very still, but he

verily I say unto thee that no

man hath authority within his own home, no, not so much as to give a bone to a stray dog. It is his wife

land the wife's people, and the wife's

fel. that she was not asleep, and as ;

he put out his hand he found the i frlends who have aom.nion over the

"Helen?"

"Yes," very quietly. "What is it, dear?"

spare bedroom. 3 When thou visiteth cast not the goo-goo eyes at thy i.ostess' . son.

nor upon his male relatives, nor uion

"Nothing. I was only a little nerv-; her husbacd for u ,s wriuen that she ous and came over here. Im sorry IjtDat snareth the fancy of the mea of awoke vou. k v. . ... . . .. , .t

"You didn't I awoke myself. But 1

what is it you haven't been crying?" !

"No no."

But he touched her face and found the tears. He put his arm about her. There was a long silence, a tender, intimate silence; both lay looking into the darkness. At length he asked very gently: "Helen, are you afraid?" She did not answer. He drew her closer. "Are you, dear?" "Sometimes." It was only a whisper. "My poor little girl!" Very softly. "No, no, you mustn't pity me! I

wouldn t have it different you know

1 wouldn't. It has brought us closer j neart

household shalt be invited there no

more. 4 Forget not to take in thy trunk thy curling iron, and thy sewing tools, and thy postage stamps, and thy script for letters, and all the things of which thou hast daily need, for a borrower is an abomination and worse than the pestilence that destroyeth by

i night.

5 Incline thy

Don't Stay Too Long. ach turneth In despair and thy gorge riseth in rebellion. 6 When thou visiteth cast veracity to the winds, for verily truth hath no place in a popujar house guest. Say of thy hostess' bouse. "Truly, this is a palace, fit for a king. Tell tne. I pray thee, what marvelous architect planned it?" Beat upon thy breast and call Heaven to witness that there was never such a view, though It be but as the view of

a fly that is caught under a teacup. Praise the beauty and the wit and the way the offspring of thy hostest reciteth. and when thou departeth thy hostess shall say to thee. "Surely, here is a woman of .discernment, and, I will bid her . return again."

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onform thy

unto the Praise Their Offspring. ways to the ways

'ATTH'Bpmntii that htK hAnn nronurMl nf t V hnniA that thmi vliiitAtH iriu

these last few months happier thanjfor thee and mak(? lhy tountmrince while it is yet night, if H "be the

mirthful, thoush thy soul fainteth custom of thy host, so that

WIlaee Happens even tnougn. l j knew still I would not have it ! V 1 1

soul fainteth custom of thy host, so that thou

I within thee when thy hostess t-ayeth Ehalt breakfast with them, and give

("Rejoice and be giad, for toflay we no trouble to the servants, for, be-

igo forth to picnic in the woods, and hold, a haEd-maiden in the suburbs

-..- . - r . jto partake of squashed leaion pie is a s precious as gold, yea, as fine you?" I asked, for every line of Miss flavored w ith ants.'" Likewise dis- gold, and as difficult to keep. jBarre's cool coral colored linen dress semble thy sorrow when she trotteih gif thou followetn a diet and eat-

and white hat bespoke a careful atten- jthee to the church sociable, or naileth ftn of strange focd prepared after an

ungodly manner, visit cot at all, but

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taste duly commingled and these mysteries became just plain everyday facts in the clever hands and brain of the woman who knows how ! to dress. "I am sure that you recog-

jnize tne importance or dress and manj ner in the field of womanly charm."

' "Yes." said Miss Barre, with the I j pleasing attention that she always ! gives to your part of the conversation. !

"I believe in dress and manner as ad-

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ijuncts to beauty, and I have just four I 'little pet theories for the first aid to J : beauty. Here they are: First and j most important. KEEP VP. Keep up j and ahead of what you are doing of j

events and happenings; just cultivate I

a habit of feeling light and buoyant "d not weighted down or impeded bv life.

Next. BE FLEASANT. Friends are . as easy to acquire as enemies, and a pleasant greeting to the people you meet won't harm them or you. A MENTAL PICTURE. j "Of course, I believe in dressing as j well, and as becomingly as your j means will allow. And to do that you i must cultivate your imagination. Do :

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nvite Not Thyself.

hie thee to an inn where thju canst pay for th trouhle thou givest. Thus shall thou save thyself from being hated by thy friend. 9 Forget not to tip the hand-maiden who waiteth upon thee, for the buton-me-up-the-back is worthy of her hire. 10 And if thou forgettest all of the other commandments of the summer visitor, remember this, oh, my daughter: Make thy visit abort.

j Tarry not long in thy friend's house

J lest she be w-ary or tnee. Go while 1 1 yet she entreatth th-e to stay wijl ! hoi" fftf it I12 K. f t . r that thv txnmfmm 1

should weep because thou coest than r

to shed tears because thou stayeth.

I Selah! j

woman with an exceedingly long, nar- . dress has as many branches and ramrow face. Square nec.k for her, and a ifi cations as the study of singing. Bat round line that cuts off the throat they are both worth while, aren't should be generally tabooed. ,they?" "It's a science, isn't it?" laughed I And we ali agree, don't we. little Miss Barre. "Why, I believe taste in sisters?. LILLIAN LAUFERTY.

Resurrections. The world i fuli t resurrections. Every night that folds us up In dark-

Police Censors For Split Skirt. fSoinen in Indianapolis who wear the new fcfyle split skirt must also

'you know. I can always see myself ness Is a death, and those of you that) wear undergarments, and the traffic

walking out of the front door and down the r.treet in a dress just about

the time I am having my first fitting.

I picture myself in clothes, and as that has bum its tomb and escaped I don't like freak pictures. I don't get j into liTe. George Maodona!d. , freak clothes. I make sure that my I

' hats fo'rm a background for my face. ; although if I had a short neck I would ; be careful not to make it appear ftill

shorter by wearing hats that would j

have been out early and have seen the rjnad of the poll force has been told

first of the dawn will know it. The to enforce the order, which was given

clay rises out of the niirbt like a heirm

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mit by Superintendent of Police Hylacd. The order was issued after Superintendent Hyland bad received this letter, signed "The Ladle:" "A we know you are the highest an thnrity In the city. we. as the ladle.

Tip to Sleep Walkara, "Pop." "Yes. my on "

"I kyw the reason why people walk' aV that you prohibit the wearing of

cut it off in the course of their down-! In their sleep." i epllt skirts without undergarment.

-You do? Why is it?" i We hoi that yea will take thla aerl"Because their feet don't go to sleep." ! ously." Yoakera Statesman. J He did.

swoop in the back. And I study the line of my throat- A neck is pretty generally becoming except to the