Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 230, 5 August 1913 — Page 8

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, TUESDAY, AUGUST 5, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE MARRIED LIFE THE F. RST YEAR THE GIRL AND HER MOTHER

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THE M URDER OF THE BIRDS By Garrett P. Serviss -

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

"H ELEN, I don't , think you keep the baby dressed warmly enough." t "Why it has its little flannel skirt and Jacket," Helen answered rather shortly. She was growing somewhat restive under her mother-in-law's constant advice about the baby. "Yes, but It's little hands are cold now. I think these sheer linen dresses are too thin. I always had flannelette slips for my babies in the morning. Baby clothes should be plain and warm; it isn't necessary that they be so fancy. All this lace and hand tucking is not going to make the baby any more comfortable. Helen flushed hotly. "I always thought everything about a baby should be dainty and fine. I don't think I would care to have my baby wear flannelette. Grandma's Criticism. "Well, flannelette was quite good enough for your husband when be was a baby," stiffly. " "I should think it would be good enough for his child." "It isn't a question of it not being good enough, answered Helen, quietly, trying to restrain her resentment, "but 1 prefer to see my baby in dainty things." "Well, all these expensive dresses will soon be outgrown. You could have used your money to much better advantage than buying hand-embroidered dresses for a very young baby. Warren's income is not large enough to warrant that," "Warren wanted me to have everything for our baby the very daintiest and best," more hotly. "He did not think I had been extravagant." , Wholesome Advice. "Oh, a man has no idea about such things. And, of course, at such a time he wanted to please you. I don't want to interfere, Helen, but I do think In the future you should buy the baby less expensive clotheB. When it is older and can appreciate nice things, that's time enough to have them. Just so it's clean and comfortable is all that's necessary now." This was undoubtedly very sound advice. If most of the money spent on expensive baby clothes were saved until the babies grew up, they would probably be very greatef ul. But not one young mother in a thousand ever stops to think of that. Just then Anna appeared at the nursery door with a-large basket. ''The laundry, ma'am $3.25. The boy's waiting. Put it down there and bring me my THE LESSON OF , - Coypright, 1913, BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. A MARRIED woman became infatuated with a man who was not her husband. She wrote this man a letter every day. Wild, reckless, Impassioned, imprudent letters, which the judge refused to allow read in court. She believed her lover would guartt her letters like precious gems, and that he would in every way protest her name. . The husband naturally, In time, learned of the relations existing between his wife and the other man. He began proceedings for a divorce So soon as the lover learned of this he went to the husband and asked for a private interview. Then he informed the injured man that he had a package of letters in his possession which would make it an easy matter for the divorce to be gained. - Sacrificed Her to Shield Himself in Divorce Scandal. The price he demanded for the letters was the husband's promise to obtain the divorce quietly and make no mention of the co-respondent's name. And this was the Romeo for whom a wife had sacrificed her honor and her good sense, and her self-respect! What humiliation of spirit, what self-contempt, what shame she must have experienced when the miserable story came to her knowledge. When the husband obtained his divorce, the lover was not waiting outside her door to sanctify the relation by marriage. He was hurrying to distant scenes to avoid any unpleasant notoriety. He was one of many men who are ever ready to enjoy the position of a lover to a married woman, but are not at all eager to make the woman a wife after she is freed. That type of man feels it a certain

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purse. It's in the top drawer of my dresser. A New Disagreement. Anna brought the purse and Helen gave her the. money. "Don't you always count your clothes when they come back from the wash?" Warren's mother asked' severely. "Why, I did, but since the baby came I have so little time." "Then how do you know if they are all returned?" "Oh, I have a very good laundress I don't think she ever loses anything." "Well, I must say, Helen that is very careless. I always make a list when the wash goes out and then check it off when the clothes come back. And $3.25 that's a great deal for just you three. You ought to get your laundry done cheaper than that." "Why, I think that is very reasonable. The baby has a great many things and that includes the towles and sheets and pillow cases, and she does them very well. Torn Clothes. Mrs. Curtis left her chair and crossed over to the laundry basket. "Well, she ought to at that price," as she lifted the cloth that covered the clothes. One of the baby's fine white dresses lay on the top. She took it up critically. The lace on the little yoke was badly torn. She held it up for Helen to see. "And you call this a good laundress?" severely. "She has simply ruined one of your hand-made dresses! Now, what did I tell you about expensive baby clothes? It is a criminal waste of money. And here's another with the buttons torn off. And here's Helen arose, the baby still in her arms, her eyes flashing angrily. "Mrs. Curtis, that is my laundry, and I will ask you not to go through it. If the clothes are torn I am very sorry, but I cannot wash them myself. Asserting Herself. "I manage the best I can, and I would much prefer that you did not constantly scrutinize and criticise all that I do. And I think Warren would prefer it, too." Mrs. Curtis left, highly indignant. After the first flush of anger had worn off, Helen began to regret her words. After all, she was Warren's mother, and her advice was meant only for her good.. . She picked up the little dress got out her sewing basket, and sat down to mend it. Perhaps she did not manage very well, she thought sadly; perhaps about the baby's clothes she had been foolish and extravagant. But this was her first tihy, and she was doing the best she eould. And a mother-in-law's surveillance and criticism were very hard to bear.

A FALSE WIFE I by Star Company. kind of honor to be known as a paramour of a married woman; but, he regards it a dishonor to be that woman's husband when she is liberated, and at his command. Yet In spite of the fact that such cases are to be seen in the world all about us, other women take no warning, and rush into similar compromising situations, blindly believing the affinity will be eager and glad to claim her as his own, once she is free. Neglected Wives Should Ponder Long Before Seeking Affinity. , When a wife, however neglected and misused she may be, begins to confide her trouble to another man, and to seek for his smypathy, it will be well for her if she turns over the files of old newspapers and reads some of the divorce trials which are occurring and reoccurring every year. It will be well for her if she sits alone in her room and recalls some of the cases she has personally known, and seeks vainly to find shining examples of brave and loyal lovers who have stood boldly by their scandalized mistresses and protected them with fine honor to the very altar. And if she finds such examples, she would do well to follow them through the years after the marriage, and see how many have brought the woman happiness in Jier new relations. False Wife Lessens Her Value in Eyes of the Other Man. There is something about a woman who has proven false to her marriage vows and who has compromised herself with another man which seems to lessen her value even fn the eyes of the man who has led her into folly; and it' is seldom that peace or happiness ever accompanies the two across the threshold of a new life. Men are quick to boast of the favors of married women. But they do not prize them.

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These pictures show trie tern, or sea swallow, one of its young and Its eggs. This beautiful bird has been made nearly extinct by the ruthlessness of hunters.

AMUijr tne interesting animals that man hp.s succeeded in more or less completely exterminating without any real benefit to himself is the tern, or sea-swallow, some remarkable, photographs of which, made in England, are shown herewith. They belong to the gull tribe of birds, and get their popular name from their curious flight, which resembles that of a land swallow. Like the true gulls, they have great power of wing and often go far out to sea. Including the long tail, they are about fifteen inches in length, and they present a very picturesque appearance as they skim along the surface of the waves, with their black heads, gray wings, white bellies and red legs, catching small fishes and molusks without stopping, and sometimes diving after their prey. They breed along the coast and often follow rivers, and even reach in

THE HOLLYHOCK DOLLS

By WINIFRED BLACK.

THE three little girls sat by the old stone wall, making dolls. They picked each a silky blossom from the hollyhock near- ' est at hand. The tall girl with the chi- ! na blue eyes chose a scarlet blossom, the chubby girl with the freckles chose a pink flower, and the little girl with the curly hair chose a hollyhock of satiny white. "Now," said the three girls and they took slender blades of grass and tied 1 the hollyhock blossom about the middie and made a petti-skirt flounce and i ruffled and fluted and they tied a little j silken hood of petals over the green button that is the center of the flower, and lo! there stood a dainty lady balanced on the stone wall like a dancer bowing to a great audience. . "My doll is a country girl," said the tall girl with china blue eyes "She's t?J4 5E.e CjAME

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xfO V . T S, A. S J -MO" r ? 5., land lakes. Unfortunately for them, both their eggs and their plumes are attractive, and merciless hunting has almost driven (hem from the eastern shores of the United States as well as from those of western Europe and the British Isles. But they kr.ow their enemy and in recent times they have chosen their breeding places In spots almost inaccessible to the hunters. Lately ote of their -concealed breeding places has been found on a lonely part of the coast of Norfolk, England, and the photographs were taken there by hunters who had no other aim than to increase our knowledge of the ways and peculiarities of animals which, as far as we know, have as good a right to enjoy the gift of nature as we have. One interesting fact about this home of English terns is that it is believed to be far older than the British Empire, there being evidence that they have inhabited it from a time anterior never had any chance. Her folks are j poor and she has to work. I'm going to send her to the city and have her go to school; she shall go for years and years and she shall learn all there is to be learned. She shall play the piano, she shall play the fiddle, she shall play the organ. "She shall talk French and Latin and Italian and German, and she shall write the loveliest hand, and she shall De educated my doll, and then she wi!1 never have to hold down her heau. 1 nere 3 nothing like being educated il's tne ODe thing that makes you proua. li you are eaucaiea you can do anything you want to do, and folks will say you are smart no matter how dull you are. Mother says so." "Pooh!" sniffed the chubby girl. "My doll isn't going to school she's going to stay home and learn how to

to that of the arrival of the conquering Normans. The ; story , of the terns serves to call , attention to one of the most neglected parts of everybody's education. The man or woman who knows the birds is a rara avis ("rare bird") in these days,- and that. too. when so much is said of the charms and wonders of natural history. Even in the country,' there are only about half a dozen birds, such as the robin, the bobolink, the barn swallow, the blue-bird and the sparrow that any person you meet can tell you anything about. For most people birds are only birds. Yet if you will read such a book as old Gil-

bert White's "Natural History of Selborne" one of the most delightful books ever written you will be quickly convinced that the bird world is worth a great deal of attention, and that those who know nothing about it are as ignorant of some of nature's greatest charms as are those who do not know 'one star from another. When you go into the country or to the seashote for your vacation, take a book on ornithology along, and make acquaintance with the many species. Study them with an opera glass and make photographs o them with your camera. Learn to distinguish them from one another not only by their plumage, but by their songs, their calls, their manner of flight, the character of their nests and the places that they frequent; watch their daily life and habits; follow them through the fields and into the forests and don't shoot them! You will find in this way that a new source of interest In the world you live in has been opened for you. One of the recollections of childhood that I should most regret to lose is that of the wonderful song of a thrush that I used to hear at sundown, ringing: across the 'fields from some far-away hidden place, the sweetest scund fc-ever heard! I would leave my play andl$fcdp to listen in simple wonder. It was long before I found out the name of the bird that sang that marvellous evening song, which fascinated everyone who listened to it, and I never caught sight of the bird itself, and yet it seems to me that I shall hear that melody as long as the cells of memory transmit their impressions! And yet men endowed with the divine gift of human Intelligence murder birds by wholesale; murder them for their plumage; murder them to get a new dainty for jaded appetites; murder them, most horrible of all, for the mere sake of killing; to see their delicate feathers fly from the impact of the shot, and their little bodies drop mangled upon the ground! And this is called SPORT! make creamy - biscuits, and how to churn an d ti ow to set bread, and make pie, and what's the best way of scalding out a crock, and where to plant ; flower seeds so they's grow, and what to have when the minister comes to tea. "And how to. keep bees, and what's the best way to keep cream sweet; and annle dumnlines and dbue-hnuta 8heu make and all In pink she'll be, j and a prince ride by and 8ne,n be making butter, and he will stop his ' horse in the red and white clover and j get down and fall on his knees and ask ! her to be his princess. And she will j blush and say, 'Yes, Prince, and they ; will ride away to the loveliest little j white cottage in the green trees, and she will keep house all the rest of her j lire, and never see a book .or know what time it Is, only supper time" The little girl with the curly hair took her doll in her slender, sensitive hands and held it carefully. "She'B -a Sister," said the little glrl with curly,;bair, "and she lives In a t THEN I Cam Go ACL I WANT TO J VAFTL1? THiS. i

It Is Not the Girl Who Is Friendly With Her Mother Who Goes Wrong.

CY DOROTHY DIX. T HERE is no other human rela tionship that should be so close as that between mother and daughter. Every step that . the girl must tread the mother has al- ' ready trodden before her; every ex- ! perience that the girl must undergo the mother has already known; every ! impulse that stirs the girl's hart the , mother has Already felt. And one j would think that out of this very un- ; animity of sex and blood and knowl-

grow a sympathy and affection that Mary lg -qur.. or h Sal, 8Uch a would be the strongest tie on earth. -disappointment", ninety-nine times This Is far enough from being the. of hundr4Kl it i!t . MM

case. There Is no other girl alive with whom the average woman feels so un acquainted as with her own daughter, r.nd there Is no other woman in the entire universe to whom the girl could not easier open her heart than to her own mother. No one will deny the truth of this assertion. or question that this es - trangement between mothers and daughters offers a grave problem for the consideration of. parents. For one thing, it robs two women of the sweetest, the most unselfish, and the purest love they can ever know; and, for another, it deprives the girl of the protection and guidance that would prevent many a young creature from making a shipwreck of her life It is not the girl who is friends with her mother and who tells her what she thinks who goes wrong It is the girl who goes to fortune tellers for advice, who confides her heart secrets to strangers, who meets on the streets young men of whom her mother never heard, and who finds every place more homelike than her own home, who furnishes the skeleton for so many family closets. Many reasons may be given for this unfortunate state of affairs, the most obvious of which is that we put too much Etress on what we call natural affection. We do not love people simply because they are kin to us we love them because they are congenial to us and because they do something to make us love them. It Is said that blood is thicker than water, but it Is often also sourer than vinegar, and there are no other people that so set our teeth on edge as the uncongenial people of our own family, to whom we are bound by the ties of relationship. SOME BETTER CLAIM. No girl ever yet whispered her shy little secrets to her mother because her mother had a right to know what l she thought and felt no girl was ever companionable with her mother because she owed her mother some return for years of care , and service. The woman who wants to be her daughter's best friend has to establish some better claim upon the girl's affection than that She has to make the girl feel that her love and sympathy are an unfailing fountain, to which she can always convent. There are lilies on the altar and my little girl raises them in her convent garden the tall trees make a pleasant shade, and there's a little clear stream running by the gray wall and white roses climb on the wall, and the blue-birds build there. "And it Is always quiet and clam and nobody comes there but Sisters but sometimes a little girl who is to make her first communion; she wears white flowers in her long white veil and carries lilies in her hands. There" the little girl with the curly hair caught up a spray of bluebells from the. thick grass at the edge of the old wall and swung it in her hand "there," she said; "Sister, don't you hear the chapel bell ringing?" And the tall girl with the china blue eyes is the daughter of a poor woman who has never been to school and who thinks that all that Is good is shut up in the books she can never understand. The chubby girl who never wants to hear of a book is the daughter of a school teacher and has never been in a real heme in her life And the girl with curly hair has for a mother a great actress a very beautiful and a very vain woman who likes a crowd about her night and day, and who never was quiet in all her restless life. Is it so with all of us, I wonder what we cannot have we long for bitterly? Here comes the shaggy dog. he j wants to play. Hurrah! The little girls j are off fo ra scamper. Up hill and idown dale they go; laughing, panting, j calling to each other for help. "Down,

turn to refresh herself, and this not only in big things, but tn little one. Few mothers have this comprehension of their daughters. They might sympathize about a mined dress, for clothes are a common level on which all women meet, but when tt comes to little things in which the mother has no personal Interest. th girl who expects sympathy of her mother geserally asks for bread and is given stone. In the majority of cases a

i mother's sympathy narrows down to purely personal taste, and when you , ot Mary or Sallj. ,.antlng to do thing that her mother never wanted her to do. CRITIC ON THE HEARTH. Another bar between mothers and daughters is that the mother so often allows herself to be nothing but the critic on the hearth, and keeps her- ! 8e,f ,n sternly disapproving attitude i c.rry cuooarocti as completely as a scarecrow does timid birds. If there ever wsa a time when she was silly and giggling she has forgotten 1L If there ever was a time when she thought it a triumph to adorn herself in seventeen secret fraternity pins and wear college colors, and considered it madly fascinating o have callow youths write the!" j catnes on her fan. she Ignores It Now the girl Is miserably conscious that she and her friends fall far below that exalted standard. She knows her mother despises them accordingly, and she protects herself as best she can by silence, and by keeping her chums, male and female, out of her mother's sight. It is no wonder that the girl who knows her mother Is going to ridicule her friends meets them elsewhere than In her own home. It 1 the mother with the chronic "don't" habit who drives her daughters lntu actual wrong-doing. Another potent cause ot friction between mothers and daughters is in the inability of mothers to reallie that their daughters are grown and havs the rights of grown people. There Is, apparently, no other thing so lmposgible as for parents to see that their adult children resent being treated like babies. Sometimes a father rises to the height of granting his son the liberty to do as he pleases, but as long as a girl remains at home her mother considers she has a perfect right to dictate to her about ber clothes, what she shall cat, and think, and believe and how she shall breathe. There is nothing new In these suggestions. Almost every mother's daughter of us has bad a good mother, who would have died for us and who rubbed us continually the wrong way. We remember how she worked for us. and sacrificed for as. and how sht bossed .us. and the wonder of It all Is that, having been through it all. and knowing just how a girl felt, we should be passing the same kind of blundering affection on to our own daughters. Towser down, sir!" What a stir about nothing! Hum-hum, the bees are busy down there in the clover. Why do they work so hard all day? There is honey enough, and to spare. In the round hives there under the water birch What's that on the gray old wall white, pink and scarlet? Why, It Is the Wise Woman, the Milkmaid and the ' Sister of Charity. How quiet they all fare, there together on the wall, in the soft wind and the shining sun. If It should rain now! The hollyhocks stand tall and proud and yet humble, too at the gate. There are always ptore. arent there, little girls? Always more ta be had for the picking. What sort of dolls shall you make next time, I wonder? Remarkable Cure of Dysentery. "I was attacked with dysentery about July 15th, and used the doctor's medicine and other remedies with no relief, only getting worse all the time. I was unable to do anything and my weight dropped from 14S to 125 pounds. I suffered for about two months when i I was advised to use Chamberlain's Colic, Cholera and Diarrhoea Remedy, j I used two bottles of it and It gave I me permanent relief, writes B. W. urn 1 1 ill XT r all dealers. fAdrertlfremrntl , It has been estimated that the number of recruits available for the French army was reduced from 238,000 In 1906 to 215,000 In 1911, owing to the diminution of the birth rate la France. Bv C. M. Payne