Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 242, 19 August 1913 — Page 8

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, TUESDAY, AUGUST 19, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE

MARRIED LIFE

By MABEL HERBERT URNER. WITH an exclamation of dismay Helen examined J the pair of gloves she had just unwrapped. ("How could they have made such a mistake? Warren look here!" But Warren was carefully replacing ! the crystal on his watch and did not t look up. "What do you think they've done? Sent those gloves 3 and I bought "Well, fake them back, indifferently. "But they won't exchange anything I before Christmas one of the stores will." "They'll have to if it's their misf Uke." "But I have so many things to get ! and so little time. Warren couldn't you take them back as you go downtown?" "Not on your tintype!" j "Oh. I wish you wouldn't use such i slang." , "Then don't suggest my going into any department store at this time or i I'm likely to use something stronger ' than slang." "But. I have to I have to struggle with the crowds and carry packages, and oh, sometimes it's dreadful!" ! YOUR OWN FAULT. ! "That's your own fault. Why didn't I you begin your shopping in time and get through before the rush? Every jyear are newspapers and stores urge that for weeks in advance and yet jyou women put it off until the last 'moment. "How can you say that when you didn't give me the money for Christmas until the first of the month?" "Well, even at that this is the flf- ! teenth if you'd gone about it right you'd have been through before now. 1 could have bought all you had to buy 'In a day." , "So could r if T had plenty of money. But when I'm trying to get articles that look like they cost ten dollars for about $2.98 well it takes longer" "Why try to do that? They all know how heavy our expenses have been 'I told you they wouldn't expect expensive presents from us this year. "Oh, I'm afraid they will at least your people will. And if we don't send them they'll think it's my fault that I was too close to let you spend much on presents. They always blame everything on me. Whatever you do now ithat they don't approve of they say I influenced you to do it!" SKIMPING ON CHRISTMAS. "Nonsense, you just imagine that." "You know I don't. Your mother and Carrie thought I spent too much on the baby's clothes, and now they'll say I'm trying to even up by skimping on Christmas. That's why I'm wearing myself out trying to get something really good for almost nothing. I walked miles today looking for a work table for your mother and I could find nothing under fifteen dollars. But I've trot Carrie's present I've accomplished that much." "A cut glass pitcher a lovely one reduced from $10.50 to $5.98. "How did that happen?" Helen flushed. "Oh they were closing out some odd pieces." HAVE MERCY By BEATRICE I F some one did not occasionally point to the burden on every Mothers shoulders, tne worm would forget she carried one, for she never complains. Could she have the longing of her heart gratified her (burden would always remain invisible to those she loves. She is happy so long as the burden reste on her back. It is when negtlact and inappreciation from her children lift the burden to her heart that ter sorrow begins. Mother is in need of mercy all the year, and her need is particularly jreat in the hot days of summer. It ;is then that husband and children j seek every bit of cool air in the house land out, and Mother is left in the ! kitchen. The steam from the cooking vegetables, the wave of hot air from Jthe oven where the strawberry shortcake the family demands is turning 'a delicate brown; the heat curling up from the iron that is pressing out daughter's dainty white dress all these, if justice is done, are somewhere, in a world not visible to mortal eyes, turning into the smoke of Incense before mother's shrine. There mu6t be more garments in Summer, which means more making, more mending, and a larger pile for the laundry, and Mother has only the two hands she has at other seasons,

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SECOND YEAR

For a moment she wanted to tell him the truth that there had been a nick out of the top, a piece so small that it did not affect the beauty or the usefulness of the pitcher, and that she bad it wrapped just as it was with the piece inside, so Carrie would think i it had been broken in delivery. She hated herself for this subterfuge ever since, and it would have comforted her to tell Warren, had she not been afraid. But she knew he would be furious; he would say it would have been better to have bought the cheapest trifle than to have resorted to such trickery for the sake of sending an expensive looking present. "And what nave you for father? he asked. "Nothing yet I've seen a pair of military brushes that I like, but I had rather wanted to get him a silver han dled umbrella, one of those you can ' fold up and put in a suit case." j "Better get the brushes he 11 lose the umbrella. And for goodness sake hurry up and get through! Don't put everything off until the last moment. I know how you women shop, you have everything in the place pulled down, and then walk off, saying you'll decide later. "Warren, that isn't true. You get these ideas from cheap newspaper jokes and then state them as facts. Besides the shops so display their goods now that there is very little need of pulling anything down." The door bell rang sharply. It was the delivery boy with more packages. "Oh, here are toys I got for Carrie's children." She began eagerly to unwrap them. "This is what I got for Roy!" She took from the box a large sheep on rollers. "Isn't it a dear?" She stroked its fluffy sides and black nose and laughed at the meagreness of its tail. "What on earth did you get such a fool thing as that for?" "Why, he'll love it! Didn't you love things like that when you were a little boy?" "No, I didn't. You'd much better got him some building blocks or a game." "Oh, I never thought of them." HIS DISAPPROVING ATTITUDE. "Well, if you've used no better judgment in your other purchases than you have in this yonr time and money is mighty poorly spent." "Oh, Warren, what an unkind thing to say when I've tried so hard to get suitable presents." Her lips quivered and there were tears in her eyes, a thing which always goaded him to further harshness "For heaven's sake don't start whimpering! You exercised bad judgment in your purchases, and I told you so. That's no cause for a scene ia it?" Keeping her face turned away so he could not see the tears, she gathered up the toys and wrappings and took them into her room and closed the door. "Why did he always succeed in hurt, ing her? However hard she tried why could she do nothing to please him? Why was his attitude growing more and more one of criticism and disapproval. ON MOTHER FAIRFAX. and the strength poured into them Is not so great. There are preserves and jams, and jellies to be made, all labor that calls for a hot fire; there are basting and beating and stirring, all exertion that quickens the blood and adds to the heat which is already intolerable. The puddings and cakes and pies, which Daughter spreads on a cool mossy picnic bank in the evening were prepared in a hot, steamy kitchen in the morning, and they represent the work of Mother's hands. Every call made upon Mother from May till September seems to carry a hot fire with it. There is no one w4io can do these things but Mother. No one will do them but Mother, and many girls argue there is no one who SHOULD do them but Mother. It is to these girls the plea is made; have mercy on Mother! She will not ask it for herself; she will not seek it for herself. She will plunge into that fiery furnace of love and service, commonly called the kitchen, and suffer there all day that her family may have all the comforts of midsummer without paying the price. A girl must have wash dresses in Summer. She owes that to herself and she owes it to her mother that they be of a fashion easy to make and easy to launder. Fruits are a Summer joy

Charming Fall model in taupe cachemir de soie. The double band drapery on the skirt finishes in a heavy frill above the waist front and back, and the wide arm holes are the distinctive features.

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and a necessity, but the benefit gained is lost if the fruit is smothered be-j tween rich pie crust that increases ' the beat of the kitchen in its making, and the heat of the body in its diges-; tionThe office downtown was hot alii day, and the girl who has no mercy on Mother complains all evening bp1 1 l . . ; . . - ! cause sue Iiau IO XNOlh. 111 U, WKlllS ! into no account that the hottest of fice in town is a delightful cool sum- ' raer resort compared with the kitchen j at home. ; And all Mother gets in pay is her i j , board and clothes, a great deal of com

plaint, and an occasional scrap of love pear' and you are satisfied in your which she glorifies and hugs to her own heart that you will never give breast, and magnifies alter the man-j her cause fcr regretting your acner of all mothers. quaintance, say "Good morning" next Have mercy on Mother! Lessen her j time you meet. A closer acquaintance labors and increase her wages. Pay j will develop, no heed to the foolish longing of a j

luim urai l luai nuuiu it nnusiiru li s paid in love alone, out see that she gets more. i DON'T BE DISCOURAGED. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young man of nineteen, and every morning I meet a girl whom I j would like very much to meet, but we

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have no mutual acquaintances aDd I am at a lost to know how to accom-jhim? plish an introduction. She works at the same place I dp, but I don't know in what department. I show her every courtesy, and sometimes she favors ma with a smile, but I am still as far

(from an introduction as when I first! ; saw her. G. H. T. i

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. . . , t lmrouucucn is always Desi. 11 is w hat cu would insist upon for ! your sister. Isn't that true? i am sure in time you will find a ,,,,,, v i i mutual friend, but if one doe not WAIT FOR LOVE. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty-two, and am friendly ' with a man considerably older than I.

I do not love him, but he has a good,don.t exJgt " Will do good for you.

business and I know if I married him I would be comfortable. He has asked me to become his wife. Is it

THE MOMENT

Two modern evening gowns. The one of heavy brocaded black satin has a fish-tail train, and the skirt is caught in a high-slit surplice to girdle that forms the r j , - , , . , , ,. . , . , , , . , foundation of the waist that finishes in shoulder pieces of black chantilly. Silver edges the scarf of black chiffon

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plique trimming of iridescent beads; this ends in a long angel sleeve design at the back and is weighted down by a - J huge tassel of the iridescent beads. The skirt has a j j. l. j j iii.- a. a. a l t ... . . . drapery of the beaded net this starts at the left hip in a straight panel and is crossed by a draped panel extending

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wrong to marry a man and not love , , I am in a position where I can not meet many young men. My family are in reduced circumstances, and if I do not marry I will have to work . hard and be lonelv all mv life. A READER. i 11 r,")lulu6 'HC "" lA' . ,1 .... A;a i : vor, aim uu uiu nui iu- miu, you must not marry him T in nil i .V. ..-I. ;i I , ,. , ... the loneliness of spmsterhood is bet - ter than marriage wittcut love. Wait, and there is always the hope, Love will come to voi. Marrv this mn anrt vnn -rtnHomn vnnrif tr. o life without it. The Best Pain Killer.

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"SLAVES TO AN IDEA" By DOROTHY DIX w J OMEN are always complaining of domestic slavery, but they seldom seem to reflect that they, Fnrro tho fotfnra iniml Ihomctlvcc fnrra tT, fotto-. o,i.t .(..m., .,,, ,,,, They ARE slaves j all right, but are mostly slaves to an i idea. 1 ! Take the idea of neatness, for ini nce. Once let a woman get bitten . r.v Tna particular mania ana sne is a i downtrodden serf who is chained to a! broom and a scrubbing brush for the balance of her life. She can't be just ordinarily clean and comfortable, and let it go at that. the piace where nobody else can dust 1 a room or BWMp under a vd to ,uJt i j,er She makes her house a place of tor-

ment for herself and everybody who of collc diarrhoea and dysentery that comes in it. Her husband wipe. hl.lt ha, eftcted For M,e by , deal. feet on the door mat before he darea:,. i era. enter. He feels his wife's lynx eyes on j AdvertLemeat

him at the dinner table for fear he . will drop something on the table- ! cloth. He has to seek the baca porch J to smoke because she doesn't allow

tobacco where it can scent up the curtains. He Sits Uneasily in His Chair if It Is Out of Its Place. He never dream of lying down on the couch, because the sofa cushions are saacred ornament that are not in1 tended for use. He even sits uneasily ! in his chair because he knows that he has moved it out of its proper place and his mife is fidgeting to put it back i again. Her children have no liberty in their own home because thrir mother can't bear to have her floors tracked up and playthings scattered about, and so they escape to the street, or the neighbors, and are offered up as a living sacrifice to their mother's fetich of neatness. Even the casual guest io such a home is on needles and pins because he has always an awful foreboding that he is mussing up things, and that his hostess is waiting with brush, pan and broom to sweep up after him. Then there is the woman who makes a slaTe of herself to the Idea of order. J Everything has got to be done on a I certain appointed day and hovr. i though the heavens fall, and though ' it could be done twice as easily and j wltn half the trouble at some other 'time. There are women who must wash i on Monday, and iron on Tuesday, and clean on Wednesday and bake on t Thursday, and sew cn Friday, and ! darn on Saturday, and who are so abI sclutf ly dominated by this cut and j dried routine that they simply go to pieces if anything happens to upet it. You might invite one of them to go to the most dol'ehtful puty on earth, but if it chanced to be on the day that was frt apart to taking or ironing she would reiue. There might bo tears in hrr eyes, and bitter disappointment in her voice, but she would still refuse. To such women to have dinner fifteen minutes late is a tragedy and to be asked to rcoeire an unexpected guest or to do anything to break up their ca6tiron order of doing things is to have the impossible demanded of them. They sacrifice even natural affection to it. and love no one well enough tb be willing to make a change fcr his or her sake. She Wouldn't Go to Her Dying Daughter on Sweeping Day. I was acquainted with a woman of this kind once who refused to go to the bedside of a dying daughter who was calling pitifully for her. because the telegram summonlg her came on the day on which for thirty years she had always swept the parlor. It is because women get these fixed ideas, which are really a phase of innit v ihnnt tfA imnnrtlnr nf trim J fies. and the necessity of doing the ' ,he fT .T" TIT I day. that they complain of the monot- ! ny of housework and call themselves domestic slaves. They could make J riety for themselves by doing things ! differently, in different way. and at Iainerem limes, ana inus Keep oui 01 getting into ruts. In reality housework lenda itself to this more than any other kind of mnrlr TY mrg n n rpa ann wtiv if Vfnn. day is a bad day. that the wash 8DOU,dn,t , be dne Tuesday, or wn:- . on matinee day a woman shouldn t put off her baking if she feels tired nd blue and go to the show, and bake ( another day. if. a good thing to change about in work just merely to i keep from getting to be the slave of t the idea that you have got to do thlnga at a certain time and in a certain way. Order may be Heaven's first law. as the poet says, but it isn't all of them, and it's fun to break the law just to show that you are free. Break Up This Slavery. Don't Let Your Home Run You. Break up this slavery to your ideas. you who complain cf the tyranny of j the home. Rebel. Make a strike for : vnnr ffMilnm rVimlnat Vrtur wnrlr trAnm ,. -. . instead of letting it dominate you. Run your house. Don't let it run you. I Don t get In a rut. Don t let it run you. . , m 'J LfLce ad vo,fr ,em! j tinkles in your face and your ternj - There is no slavery more grinding than the slavery to an idea, and it doesn't help matters to know that you rivet your chains on yourself. Confidence Well Founded. The Implicit confidence that many people have in Chamberlain's Colic. Cholera and Diarrhoea Remedy ts founded on their experience In th use of that remedr and their know. 1dr, of th maBT r-markable cures By C. M. Payne

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