Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 223, 28 July 1913 — Page 8

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THE RICHMOND. PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, MONDAY, JULY 2S, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE Married Life the First Year Exclamation Marks Justified DIVORCE BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. THE ANXIOUS TIME

By MAEEL HERBERT URNER. At last came a day and night full of terror. For hours Helen lay unconscious while Warren could only walk helplessly up and down the hail, every cry from her room tearing through his heart. Now and tiun the doctor or nurse came out for semf needed article, but only to hurry Lack a'::; in. They had no time to reassurv hirn. And their grave, anxious r' -.ec -s only added to the cold fear he :,o de.-sparately fight ing. To lose h r now. The heavy odor of chloroform filled the apartment. And pvt afterward the scent from that drug would bring back to him the terror of that night. The front room, his room, the hall, the dining room and kitchen again and again he paced back and forth through them all. The closed door of her room and the nursery -For months, afterward he could not ::ee both of those doors closed without, feeling some of the fear and horror that overwhelmed him now. He had wanted his mother to be here. But. Helen h;:d begged that there be no one tut the doctor, the nurse and Anna. And ;:r this time he could refuse her nothing. The Dcc'or's Orders. She had wanted, too, that he should be with her. Her last whispered words were that lie should not leave the loom not for a moment. But when the became unecm:eious the doctor had forbidden him to stay. He had k)-i';ted on remaining until the doctor told him curtly that the ca-:e wv.i cri'icnl enough as it was, and he would not be responsible if all his orders were not strictly obeyed. And he had gone out with a wretched feeling of having deserted and betrayed her when she was helpless to prevent it and at the time she told him she would need him most. She had feared chloroform and unconsciousness above everything else. It was the dread of the unknown that had so terrified her. And now every moan from her room seemed a piteous cry for him. He would feel that, he must rush in that at any rost he must be at her side. And then the fear of the doctor's words would hold him back. He would go to the farthest window of the front room that he might be out of reach of every "ound and yet something always drew him back to her door. Ann made him a cvp of strong coffee which fhe insisted that he must crink. Her kindly Irish face was full of sympathy and distress. He gulped TO MAKE A H!T WITH WOMEN By DOROTHY DIX. A LOVELORN youth writes me b pathetic letter saving that he is persona non grata with the lair sex, that girls do not

care for his socie-

ty. and the ungrateful minxes turn their backs upon h i m and talk to other men in the very instant they are devouring the a tidy lu brought them, and wearing the violets on wind: lie squandered his good money, i his .-.t.te ; . affairs greatly distres. es h i ni . know why he isn't he may become a

down the coffee and began again his restless wandering back and forth. On the table in the sitting room was hc-r sewing basket just as she had left it. And folded beside it was a tiny white garment with a threaded needle still in the aam. His Many Memories. He sat down by the table, and with awkard reverent fingers touched the little garment and the dainty fittings of the basket the slender shining scissors, the blue silk needle book, the strawberry bag and the silver thimble that was to small for even his smallest finger. He remembered the day he had suddenly taken her in his arms while she was sewing, and she had laughingly pricked him with her needle, and then with one of her childish whims had tried to fit the thimble on his finger, aiid had spread his big hand out and put her little one over it laughing at the difference in its size and whiteness. .Many such foolish little memories new flashed through his mind, things that had seemed so trivial at th3 time, but that now seemed so precious. And still other memories came memories of his impatience and selfishness, of his cold rebuffs of her pitiful apeals for love. And many times she had sat on the arm of hi.; chair, the very chair he was sitting in now, and had wanted to kiss him, to "purr" over him, as she called it. And he had impatiently drawn away and again asked to be, let alone, mat he wanted to read his paper. How hungry she had always been for his earresses, and until lately how few he had given her! She had always needed love as a plant needs water. He had felt that all along, and yet, somehow her very clinging little appeals for love had irritated him. The more she had wanted the less he had given. Waiting Just Waiting. From her room came the sound of a stifled cry. He started toward her but the closed door held him back. Would they never let him go to her? All the love he had ever withheld seemed now burning into his heart. If he might only have a. chance to atone he would love her so tenderly as she longed to be loved. If only she would get weli if only! He was still holding the little thimble. He walked back to the table and let it fall into the basket. What if she would never wear it again? What if all these things must be put away? He looked around the room everywhere was some evidence of herself of her personality. What would these

rooms be like what would be like without her?

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thoughts Kcgin the eary treadmih-to:! again. From that white marriage !:.e::.;:;g of our ou:!i I)on to vhis dreadful hour I see our face Lit with the loveiUht of the honemoon : I hear yi u' oioe, that lingered on my name As if it loved each letter: and I feel The clinging of your arms about my form. Your kisses en my cheek and long to break The anguirh of such memories with tears.

cannot weep, the fountain has run dry.

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ECONOMY OF EXPLETIVES.

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his life

gr-fj h want,; to popular, and how

w.nner with women, i-it us ,ee if we can

help hirn.

Women (Iif.'er from men in this re

spect that looks do not count. It does not matter whether a man is handsome or not. Indeed, very few women care for beauty in the opposite sex. It is a poaching on their own preserves that they resent. Also it requires them to become flatterers instead of the flattered, for the vanity of the vainest woman that ever lived is as water unto wine compared to the vanity of a man who is a living picture, and who knows it and expects to be told of it. It is worth bearing in mind that almost without exception the men who were the great heart smashers of history were not only plain of face, but some of them grotesquely hideous. So no man need despair on account of his lack cf pulchritude when he wants to take a hand at the game of hearts. HE SHOULD SHAVE. But while mere regularity of feature in a man counts for little in attracting a woman's fancy, a man should pay much attention to his clothes and his grooming. Nothing on earth, but the grace of God, keeps a woman in love with a man with a

two davs' stubble of dirty beard on onlv the ignorant

his face. Married women stand this their richts." because they can't help themselves; Women like gem to;; !:. but no girl wants a slovenly, untidy girls have a contempt i's i man, who looks as if he needed to be i;pcnd more than they i. ,-n ;

.run through the laundry, hanging is nor the you'hs who : ! about her. All the knocking about substance on bonbon-, ; ! the word "dude" comes from mason- tickets, and violets, v.-p" : ;

line lips. No woman joins in that popu.ar with th- f:rr :.: chorus. On the contrary, she feels uiri has what l;e ;'! 1; -; that the man who comes into her pres- beau." but she seldom man ence ill-clthed, dirty, neglected look- The best way to touch a 'r ing, not only shows disrespect for her, is not by upsetting lu r .ii.-.-r but indicates that he lacks judgment, n important point i industry and progressiveness. For that here is that the man lv. -ci is exactly what being ill-dressed now fnVor bv means of gifts mti.-f means. I erectly, a woman would rat Another thing that, women like, and ! a present that cost fi-. e - i it is an attraction that any man can 1 represented some eper . c . fancv of hers, than one :

: fiftv dollars if it was s"

makes him equal to any situation. A . nai .no pcrfipna, pipriifieanec. woman likes a man to know how to I qqN'T EE A CLAM

"ur L"rl " j In conversation, cultiv her w raps, to order a little dinner. medium. Be neither a

And she hates, with unspeakable : monologue performer, n"r y--

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Besides she desires

We were so young, so happy, and so full Of keen t-heer joy of life. I had no wish Outside your pleasure; and you loved me so That when 1 sometimes felt a woman's need For more s rene expression of man's love (The need of rest, in calm affection's bay And not sail ever on the stormy maim. Vet would I rouse myself to your desire; Meet ardent kiss with kisses just as warm; So nothing I could give should be denied And then our children came. Deep in my soul. From the first hour of conscious motherhood, I knew I should conserve myself for this Most holy office; knew God meant it so. Yet even then, 1 held your wishes first, And by my double duties lost the bloom And freshness of my beauty; and beheld A look of disapproval in your eyes.

' But with the coming of our precious

child. The lover's smile, tinged with the father's pride. Returned again; and helped to make me strong; And lite was very sweet for both of us.

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about herself.

For pity sake, thoimh, help out with the conversation. From the i't:f irl is old enough to under:ind anything she is taught that lo- chief end in life is to entertain r.'.'ni, ami everywhere you go you can : t c her conscientiously at work tryiiiu to do it. Kvery mother's daugh1 r of us knows what it is to labor, and perspire, and toil, trying to make

onvcrsj'f i'-n with some man, who is ! The little white hearse paused be111st as unresponsive as a store dum- side our door y and as silent as the Sphinx. It And took away some portion of my ; -n't a fair division of labor, and if a youth rmn wants to see true gratitude let . With my sweet babies. At the first tliip in and help roll the conver-' you seemed . a? ion half along. j To suffer w ith me, standing very ' P.e bold, be bold, but not too bold."! near;

Women hate a timid man. and they i

! t pise the one who takes it for

h nil;e hie for

Put when I wept too long you tu r.cd away And I v. as hurt, not realizing then My gr-.ef was selfish. I could see the change Which motherhood aaj sorrow made sr. n-.e: And wiitr. 1 --aw thf change that came to you. Sa how i.ur ees looked past me ht a ou talked. And when 1 missed the lore tone trom our oice. '. did that foolish thine that women do l omplainei and cried, accused you of neglect. j And made myself obnoxious in your fight. And often, after you had left my side. Alone l tood before my mirror, mad With ar.ser at ray pallid cheeks, my dull ' I'nlighted eyes, my shrunken mother-breasts.

And wept, and wept, and faded mors and more. How could 1 hope to win back mtadering love. And make new flames in dying embers leap Ly such ungracious means? And then Bh cxm. Firm bosomed, round of cheek. wlUl such young eyes. And all the ways of youth. I. mho had died A thousand deaths In waiting the return , Of that old love look to your faceonce more Died yet again and went straight Into hell When 1 beheld it come at her approach. My God. my God. how have I borne it all! Yet since she had the power to make that look The power to sweep the ashes from your heart Of burned-out love for me, and light new fireB, One thing remained for me to let you go. 1 had no wish to keep the empty frame From which the priceless picture had been w renched. Nor do I blame you; it was not your fault; You gave me all that most men can give love Of youth, of beauty, and of passion; and I gave you full return; my womanhood Matched well your manhood. Yet bad you grown ill. Or old. and unattractive from some cause, (Less close than was my service unto you) I should have clung the tighter to you, dear; And loved you. loved you, loved you more and more. I grow so weary thinking of these things;

I Day in, day out; and half the awful i nights.

, 1

tint he has only to throw the chief to have every girl scram- ! t ,

loathing, the fellow who is always making scenes in public, who gets in rows with the theatre usher over a mistake about trie seats, or the street car conductor about ihe change, or who sits up like a graven image of wrath every time anybody drops in while he is calling. "chump", says the girl to herself,

"he hasn't got enough sense to know i iseenses getr on her nerve-.

' Before you take the Heor nr. hours to expatiating on !:ow keep bock.-,, or play 5; ; a j.r I take snapshots, be sere '1' really interest e l in v.- n woman is in love, .-h" . an tranced for days listening t. tell about rhe kind of eoii, he wears, but if she isn't 1 steady stream of x r.-tonn!

If she has good sense she won't want

you to sacrifice your taste or principles, and. if she is unreasonable. sh will respect you for mastering her. Fina'ly, beloed and if you forget all the rest remember this don't

r, how to pay compliments as nv-p.n them. Don't apply flatth i trowel. Few women are

Den t tell a woman the first ! stay too long when you go to call

i .e,-i ; if you t. ry v. f.-ols

trpe you stjc her she is the ideal you More men queer themselves right hive l"en seeking for many years, here than they do anywhere else. No

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red other idiots have told living human being is entertaining

her that before. j for more than thirty minutes at a 1'o'i't quote sentimental poetry to time, or endurable for more than two i it always makes her want 1 hours at a stretch. In that time ev- ' ' "! :n!e. ! ery man can say everything he has li c-n't give in too much to a woman, got to say worth hearing, and if he

j lingers along until the clock begins : to yawn in his face he is simply de- , tying fate and inviting disaster. ; Mat.y a good impression is spoiled by 1 too much of it. j And when you get up to go go ai if you were fired out of a gun. Don't : linger for tender farewells and last words. Most girls wear fchoes thre

sizes too small for them, and when a man keeps one standing on the door

j step w hiie he makes his adieus she ' isn't saying, like Juliet: "I could say : good ly, gcod-by, "til it be morning." (Continued on Page Nine.)

"S'MATTER POP?"

Bv C. M. Payne

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