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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND UN-TELEGRAM, WEDNESDAY, AUG. 20, 1913

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HIS SWEETHEART'S HAIR

' Copyright, 1913, International News Service.

By Nell Brinkley

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Nell Brinkley Says

HERE 1r some lover's glorification, the song of his ensnarement, his "Beata Mea Domina," in praise of his sweetheart's hair. 1 do not even know who wrote it. It was sent to me. Lovers have always longed and yearned over the skeins of silk on the heads of the women they loved. Sometimes her hair is short, gypsy-dark, tangled in curls, metallic and crisp. Sometimes it is brown and fine and long and sleek. Sometimes it is velvet-black and Indian-straight, shadowy as a night-cloud and dusty-fine to the touch.

Sometimes it is red, glittering hair by hair in the Bun, plentous stiff to touch, thick and deeply waved. Sometimes it is deep-gold, like an autumn leaf, heavy and silky and ripply. Sometimes it is pale-gold, fine as thistle-down, like a veil of sunshine, spreading wide and generous when shaken out, but crushing to nothing in the hands. . ' Whatever of these sorts it is, some lover twists in its sure snare and sends up his praiseful chant Here I think it must have been the deep-gold sort, heavy and Bilky and ripply, and colored like an autumn leaf. Listen:

I. q HE braids it in two heavy braids That reach the carpet nigh. And winds them crosswise, nape to crown. To cross again and then come down, And cross again on high. I watch with Joy that never fades; A fortunate man am I.

It. "She twists it from a silken twist Into side rests again her ear; Its weight is on her collar clef r. Heavy it seems aa lead; A rope thick as htf good wrist. She fastens it to her' head.

III. "To styles not blind, She cannot bind, as other women do. That scented mass, that smells of wheat. And lavender and apples sweet. She plies the great combs through, , . More lovely than all maiden kind. A woman twenty ?'

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Til. t. iti.j auj soup had been iri: A ad new Jane placed in ,1.1' of :.Ir. Curtis a huge ylatler '. ;th its immense turkey. A gay red ; bbon tied together its legs an I uUs of holly garnished the edge of the dish. "Quite a festive bird," laughed Frank, who Eat next to Helen. "What did it weigh, mother," asked Carrie, always intensely practical. "Why I ordered a twenty pound, but this is only 18. They said they didn't have any goof 20-pound turkeys at the time." "Well, I guess it will feed this family," commented Mr. Curtis, as carving knife in hand he turned the platter critically for an advantageous point of attack. ,!'Nobody's hungry in the middle of the day," complained Frank. "I don't see, why just because it's a holiday we have to punish ourselves by having a big dinner at luncheon time." "Because of the servants," answered

its mother, "they always expect a half

IANK SUBSIDES.

-"""Then I'd pay them extra and get some one else to serve the dinner at the regular hour, so we wouldn't all eat a lot cf stuff in the middle of the day and then feel stupid and uncomfortable all afternoon." "Now, young man, I guess we can dispense with any further criticism from you," remarked his father. And ! Frank promptly subsided. Helen repressed a smile. The iron .hand with which her father-in-law ruled his family always evoked in her ' a certain amusement as well as resentment. Carrie and her children were the only ones who escaped his shary rebukes. Carrie had always been his favorite, and her children though badly spoiled rarely received his censure. Roy, the youngest, was now

pounding the table with a spoon, but no one seemed to notice. "Where's that steel?" frowned Mr. Curtis. "This knife is not fit to carve with!" "Why I just sharpened it," murmured Mrs. Curtis. I thought it was all right." Jane brought the steel and Mr. Curtis began the sharpening with almost vicious energy. Helen flushed and bit her lips. The grating of steel against steel always hurt her. Mr. Curtis knew this, for several times when she was first married she had to leave the table when he sharpened the knife. FOOLISH WHIMS. And now he noticed her Involuntary sfiiver. "Don't like that, eh? It's time you were getting used to it. No sense in giving way to foolish whims!" and he calmly and deliberately continued to sharpen the knife longer and much longer than was really necessary. The angry color flew to Helen's face and it took all her self-control to repress a bitter retort But this was Christmas and she had resolved to keep it a harmonious day. There might have been an awkward

silence here had not Roy suddenly

demanded: "Grandpa, I want the liver!" "All right, my boy," his tone changing from the cold curtness with which he had spoken to Helen to an amused indulgence. "You shall have the liver. He was serving a wing, but stopped at once to poke among the dressing and garnishVngs for the liver. "Here it is! Carrie give me his plate." "That's not the liver, father it's the gizzard." Mr. Curtis readjusted his glasses and looked at it critically. "Why, I'm I'm sure I don't know what happened to it, murmured Mrs. Curtis, in her apologetical voice. "Isn't

it there with the dressing? Oh, maybe Jane cut it up for the gravy. There was a howl of protest from Roy. WARREN'S COMMENT. "Hush sh, never mind! Here it is see here's a nice piece and here's another." Carrie had drawn the gravy tureen towards her and was fishing out bits of liver with a spoon. "Well, Carrie, you are certainly spoiling that child," commented Warren, to Helen's unbounded surprise and delight. "Be careful that you don't spoil your own," snapped Carrie. "I shall," answered Warren with conviction. . Roy gulped down the morsels of liver and then demanded the "wishbone" in a glass of water and pulling it with Grandpa. And the whole family were supposed to be interested in this proceeding. Helen looked on with poorly concealed impatience, and with a mental vow that when Winifred was big enough to sit at the table if she ever acted like that While the rest were lingering over the sraisins and nuts Helen went upstairs to her baby. She was just awakened and was looking around the strange room, with big wondering eyes. . With a rush of tenderness Helen

took her up and kissed her. She had been so 'very good this was her first day away from home, and she had not cried once. And yet Helen thought jealously, how little fuss they made over her. It was just as she knew it would be Carrie and Carrie's spoiled children. Everything revolved around them. GLAD IT WAS OVER. They had been invited to stay to supper, and the Christmas tree afterwards. But before that came, Helen made Warren promise that she need not stay for the tree if she did not wish. Winifred was too young to be kept up so late, besides the light and noise would only frighten her. And as to herself she had about all of "Carrie's children" that she could stand. And of course the tree was chiefly for them. So she sought out Warren, and persuaded him to take her home about five. He seemed not unwilling evidently he also had had enough. And when at last they were in a taxi-cab on their way,' Helen leaned back with a sigh of Infinite relief. "Well, what kind of a day did you have?" he asked. "Oh, I'm so glad It's over!" He made no comment, but she knew that h, od.'wao' glad. 5-

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By WINIFRED BLACK. THEY'RE here in full force the elderly flirts. I met two of them down at the Springs just now. The first elderly flirt was a man, forty-five if he was a day; straggling along behind his good, comfy, kindly, middle-aged wife making eyes at every girl of twenty or so he met. I walked behind him and heard the girls after they had passed. I really wish he could have heard them; he would have been edified.

"Here's father again," said one pretty thing in pink. "Oh, do look, he'll get cross-eyed, he ogles so." ,; "I heard him calling the telephone girl 'honey at the hotel this morning," said a sweet sister in blue, "and you should have seen the face she made when he turned the other way." "Father certainly is a giddy old thing," said the prettiest of all, in mauve. "I saw him holding hands with teacher, the one with the glasses, out on the porch just at sunset. "Quoting poetry, too; and his wife

came round the corner. I felt so sorry for her, I couldn't bear to look at her." I- "Here he is," said the sportive widow to her escort. "Grandpa Googoo Eyes. I met him with his little girl this morning and he stopped talking to her and made an excuse to ask me the way somewhere. You ought to see ( the way he takes off his hat, ugh he ! makes me shudder."

"Grandpa Googoo Eyes" not a pretty name, is it. Mr. Elderly "Flirt? Yet that is what they call you, the young things you try so hard to impress. "Grandpa Googoo Eyes," and yet you are not a grandpa at all, only a pa and not a day over forty-five at the most -but.- oh, you do look so elderly

to the girls you so much admire and

your jokes are so elderly, too, and your compliments and the sweet, clever things you try so hard to say can't you see hew they laugh at you, all but those who want you to give them something something that costs more money than young Romeo can afford. Can't you see how sorry they are for the good sweet woman who gave up everything else in the world to be your wife poor silly elderly flirt, you and the wife do you think she doesn't know? Do you imagine that she is so used to your artless little ways by this time that it doesn't stab her to the faithful heart to hear the girls make fun of you? Oh, yes, she hears them trust her for thaL She hears everything, sees everything that concerns you for she loved you once and she never can get over that. Now she looks upon you with a kind of contemptuous pity, a sort of kindly forgiveness now, what else can she do? She looks older than you she knows that; knows it in every beat of her heart, in every lire of her tired face. She has borne you children. See that line by the sensitive mouth that came when the boy was so ill. That wrinkle there by the eyes that was when you were ill and she worried so about you. . The hair there on the temples it

was your first flirtation, that you thought she never even heard of, brought that. Don't you remember that summer when the second baby was so little and so delicate, she couldn't go out much, and you but rest assured she heard. There la always someone to tel). You have cat those lines on a sensitive face you and no other none but you and everyone who aeea you together sees it and pities her for being married to one so shallowhearted, so cruelly light of mind as you. Mr. Elderly Flirt. There's your sister there In the shadows behind you painted, made up, bedizened. How old is the boy ahe has in tow? Not an hour over twentytwo, if facts tell anything like the truth. Shell get . him out into the moonlight and make a fool of him and the nice girl will cry her eyea out about IL Poor elderly flirt what a sorry thing she is even when she la married and makes a fool of her husband as well as of herself. She tries so pitiably bard to look young hark, what an imitation giggle it is that she gives. Be careful, those high heels were never meant for charmer over forty., YouH slip, beautiful lady, youH slip, and what a time you'll have getting op again. Oh, why don't you give it all ' up once for all. Elderly Flirt, in petticoats too short and slippers too tight for elderly comfcrt let it all slip.Vthe silly game you have played so long. ; . The girls there behind you they do the thing much' better; they do really and how about the decent, kindly, honest man who pays your bills and sends you away to have a good time? It isn't fair; honestly it isn't it Isn't the square deaL He works so hard and is so proud of you why can't you pretend to- be half way decent just for his sake at.Vour age.

The Elderly Flirta-they haunt the summer resorts like some kind of for-

lorn ghosts.

THE CORN SONG. Heup high the farmera wintry, board. Heap high the golden corn. No . richer gift has autumn poured From out her lavish horn. Let other lands, exalting, glean The apple from the pine. The orange from its glossy green. The cluster from the vine. We better love the hardy gift. Our rugged Tales bestow. " To cheer us when the storm shall drift Our harvest fields with snow. Through vale of grass and meads of flowers Our plows their furrows made. While on the hills the sun and showers Of changeful April played. We dropped the need o'er hill and plain Beneath the sun of May ' And frightened from oar sproutIng grnln The robber crows away. All tbrmieh the tons, bright days of June I to lesre grew green and fair And war rd In hot m idea miner's noon Its soft and yellow nair. And now with autumn's mooslitere. Its harvest time has come. We plufk away the frosted lea tew And Mnr th treasurer borne. J oh u ;reen'eaf Wblttler.

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