Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 250, 28 August 1913 — Page 8

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN -TELE GRAM, THURSDAY, AUGUST 2S, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE

MARRIED LIFE

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER. I t was Monday morning and Helen was making a list for the laundry. Sheets 4, pillow cases 6, table cloths 2, napkins 8, towles Here Anna came to the door with a letter In her hand. "Oh, ma'am what do you think? I juet got a letter from" "Don't bother n;e now I'm counting the clothes! How many towels did I say?" Again she counted the towels and put down sixteen. "Well, what is it?" impatiently uncomfortably conscious of Anna still standing in the door. ' "Jim's very Hick, ma'am in the hospital. "Jim?" Helen repeated vaguely, her mind etili on the laundry list. "Who's Jim?" "Why, my brother, ma'am reproachfully. Don't ycu remember his wife died laat spring?" "Oh, yes." "He has three little ones, you know, and, there's nobody to look after them and he wants me to come." "But Anna, You're not going?" "I'm scrry ma'am but I guess I'll have to." "But what will I do? You can't leave me now." ANNA'S KINDLY SUGGESTION. "Ycu could get Mrs. Fitzgerald," Anna suggested. (Mrs. Fitzgerald was the wemau who came to clean windows and woodwork.) "For how long? How long will you be gone?" "I can't tell ma'am. Maybe a week maybe longer---I'll -have to stay until Jim gets out of the hospital." THE MAID LEAVES. "Oh, Anna," wailed Helen, "I suppose you must gc but I do wish your brother hadn't selected just this time to get sick. Well," resignedly, "when do you want to start." "Jim writes me to come at once. I thought I'd get ready as soon as I got the breakfast tuing3 cleared away." Helen could only consent. If Anna's brother was sick and his children alone of course she would have to go. But It was most inconvenient just now. Anna straightened up every thing and left at noon, with many promises to come back just as soon as she could and to write at once how her brother was and how long she thought he would need her. To do without Anna for several weeks, who had been with them since their marriage, and who was so good and faithful. Helen supposed she could get Mrs. Fitzgerald, but the thought of having that loaquacious, untidy old lady about was not pleasant. She resolved not to send for her until she talked it over with Warren taat evening. HER BRAVE DECISION. In the meantime she would get dinner all by herself today. She would show Warren that she was not helpless, even if she was left suddenly without a maid. She would prove to him what a really delightful dinner she could get all alone. The butcher had already left the roast which Anna had ordered early that morning. But for this dinner Helen wanted something less commonplace than roast beef. So she put it in the refrigerator for the next day, and then telephoned for a small plump chicken. She would have chicken paprika, with rice and green peppers and curry the way Warren liked it. And she ordered also asparagus and a really wonderful dinner. She began early in the afternoon to get things ready, to prepare the vegetables and make the salad dressing. But first of all she drew Warren's big chair into the kitchen, filled it. with a comfort and pillows and there Installed the baby. Winifred delighted with her new surroundings, cooed and shook her silver rattle and watched her mother with big, wondering eyes. "You're as good as gold, aren't you, sweetheart?" And "Helen with a knife In one hand and a bunch of asparagus In the other, stooped over to kiss her. And there were many such interruptions during the preparation of that dinner After a while, when Winifred grew tired of the rattle, Helen gave her a big wooden spoon, with which she pounded contentedly on the chair until she fell over asleep among the pillows. A SURPRISE FOR WARREN. Helen got out one of the best table cloths and the prettiest china and silver and set the table as attractively as she could. Would it be extravagant to

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telephone for a few flowers for a centre piece? They would add so much! She hesitated for some time and then called up the florist in the next block and ordered a dozen pink carnations. They were only 75 cents. Surely she ought to have them. And she would burn candles. It would be a rear party. Just she and Warren at this the first dinner she had really cooked alone since tbeir marriage. So she got out the silver candlesticks with their pretty pink silk shades. And then she stood backand viewed the table with happy satisfaction. "When everything about the dinner was ready, she hurried into her room to dress. Quickly she slipped into one of her daintiest gowns. Wouldn't Yv'arren be surprised. She pictured his pleased astonishment when he found she had done this all alone. He might even take her in his arms and say: Just the most wonderful little woman in the world." That was what he sometimes did on very rare and beautiful occasions. They had not been frequent of late; but tonight she knew he would she felt sure he would. THE MESSAGE OVER THE PHONE. She had just finished dressing when the telephone rang. It was Warren. "I'm bringing Jack Dawson home for dinner. Tell Anna to do the best she can am sorry I couldn't let her know sooner." "But Anna's not here," she gasped, before she had time to think. "Not there?" "No her brother's sick and set for her." "Jove that's too bad ! Then I'll have to take Dawson to the club." "No, no. I've cooked dinner myself there's plenty for three! And it's all ready I'll have it on the table by the time you get here. "Oh, oh, Dawson's mighty stiff, conventional chap. I wouldn't bring him to any pick-up dinner." "But it isn't a pick-up dinner. I've been all afternoon preparing it! It's really very" "Well it's all right for you to experiment on me but it wouldn't be fair to drag old Dawson in! He hasn't done anything to deserve it, you know." And he laughed as that was an excellent joke. "But Warren, listen! excitedly. "I have chicken papri" "Good-by," he said, and hung-up. "Here comes Dawson now. I can't say anything more he'll hear me. "Good-by; I'll be home flround 10." And before she could prevent it he had hung up the receiver. Even if she wanted to call him up again she couldn't. It was too late lor him to be at his office, and she had no idea from where he was 'phoning. As though dazed by the sudden disappointment she still stood by the telephone. Through the open dining room door she caught a glimpse of the table she had so carefully prepared the dainty china, the silver, the flowers, the pink and shaded candler For a moment she looked at it with admiring eyes. Then she leaned her head against the wall by the telephone and burst into tears. DECAY OF MANNERS. The men of the seventeenth century were, 1 suspect, the gentlest bred Englishmen ever produced, partly because they possessed good manners themselves, and partly because they realized the enormous importance of courtesy and good manners in the common transactions of life. Now. we English people, and, I am afraid, still more we Scotvh people, are never famous for good manners. I think at one time there was a sort of John Bull feeling in England that good manners were a device for the dancing, frog eating Frenchman, whom it was our duty to despise. I think there has been a decay of manners in England. Scotland and all over the world. Good appearance and good manners have an enormous commercial value in life. I sometimes wonder why they are not harped on more. Good appearance, you may say. Is not at our command. I don't agree. Good looks are not at our command. They are a gift of the gods, but a good, straightforward, manly appearance, an appearance without self consciousness which is 1 he most disagreeable feature perhaps of all in appearance is within the command of every boy. Lord Rosebery. 1 pwtirii. tr j T)t?iTa.Tii t- I 1

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AM determined to be happy, said Lois Josephine to me. imiling the while with the wistful sweetness that is the heritage of Irish blood. "I think that being happy is the secret of being well, and doing your work well, and with all these wells to be acquired, my secret for happiness is going to be untiring." "Just how does one go about being happy deliberately happy?" I asked. The Blue Bird of Happiness is an elusive-winged creature, and even when he is found at last at your own fireside he flies away as you clasp him in the welcoming circle of your hands. "To be happy," answered Miss Josephine, with a tiny shadow of a smile that ought to lure happiness right to her side, nver to depart, "to be happy, you like all the things you have to do, you trust your friends, you love all the : , . . beauty of nature around you and you , ' . . ... . , avoid unnecessary contact with tasks . u i ,1Oh, truly, I think that if you are hap - py you will be healthy and wealthy and wise and and, yes, beautiful!" Now, Miss Josephine is the Sunshine Girl in "The Passing Show of 191o" up at the Winter Garden. NewYork city, and most charmingly does she and her partner, Wellington Cross,

j: j ,-.1, n kn.. urally attract sunshine instead of shadow," went on the dainty girl whose picture delights you today. "I am going to be so pleased with my life work that my expression can never be bitter or discontented, but instead must be sweet and friendly. "Bitterness, discontent, envy, worry, anger, malice I am going to banish them from my mind more and more earnestly as I get more and more power to pursue a search for happiness. If only girls knew what foes to beauty ' these evil feelings were they would all c

uis-pens-e gaeij iuu tuiusume as iutj rubber draws tne teet, and so rest ana win De delighted to drink three glassdance their "joy of living" steps for you. relax the muscles and tendons of my oS of buttermilk during the day, and Perhaps it is here that Miss Josephine feet. Narrow, tight, high-heeled shoes on rising and on retiring you will enfound her inspiration to be a sunshine j do not make your feet comfortable; joy eating a bit of watercress with girl in everyday life, but to be happy j they actually hurt your health, and salt. Fine tonics for the system both seems to be to be a most excellent way ithey do great har mto the serenity of of these. Then to make your skin and to acquire beauty. j y0ur face. Ycu know the desperate ex- muscles rejoice in the general prosperHER PROGRAMME. ! pression you often see on the face of a ity. try a morning and evening rub "I am going to be so happy and con-i ?irl whose shoes are too tight or are with equal parts of alcohol and witch tented with life that I will just nat- i pitching her forward, with the strain hazel. That will add a fine glow to the

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LOIS JOSEPHINE join me in a happiness hunt and get . . . ... such sweet expressions that every one j . , . . .... ., . would be exclaiming: Well. I deL,-. t . I be a beauty she has the most attractive expression!"" Suddenly Miss -Josephine trilled out a merry laugh. "Want to see one practical detail of my hunt for happiness? Well, I a making my feet happy, too! i j wear fiat-soled tennis shoes with buck, instead of rubber soles, since i . . . . . . coming heavily on already tired muscles. Well, an expression like that may carve its way in ugly lines right into a face. So I recommend making your feet happy if you want your face to look happy! VENTRAL COURTESY. "I am very polite to my digestion. I don't ask its overtaxed organs to handle heavy meats and rich sauces all through the hot Summer. Instead, 1 eat vegetables and salads and the lighter meats, and give my system tonj Ic food, instead of task food, in Sum

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mer. An ideal Summer program is to , . j- i have meat on vour dinner menu only . . . two or three times a week. For ino..J ... ; Tuesday, lamb on Thursday, fish on Friday, and on the other three days , . . ., i t ry s-oup and a few extra vegetables' .. . , ... tor your dinner. Simple menus will ' give your 'digestry' a rested, happy i feelinsr that will tell in a happy, rest-ed-looking face. "If you like t as well as I do vou ' ... . ...... .... general tieauty-oeaung feeling or happhiess you want to acquire. Oh, it is great fun working out a system whereby you will acquire happiness and all i;s attendant blessings or beauty and health and power to advance in the world." As we left Mis Josephines pretty hr.m a ct,ut ict o r. .r;:S::C:: k r J.r ..,r.r : ! l"ue iiutru-euiieu ugu.c. neuu, mue blue bird." And the Blue Bird is for Happiness, you know. LILLIAN LAUFFERTY.

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THE MANICURE LADY

"I WONDER if there is anything in signs this season." said the Manicure Lady. "AH the bad luck signs has failed on me I lately. George. Things is so rosy that I am all the time looking for the Wool- ' worth Building to fall right on me j and me alone. I never seen the time ! when so many things broke ri?ht all at once, and that right in the face of a lot of hoodoo signs." j "It comes that way sometimes.'' said the Head Barber. "I didn t see an hoodoo signs at all last week, and everything broke wrong. Two skates that I bet on got the blind staggers, ind the m'ssus got the quinsy and the 1 kid caught it from her. I don't believe l in signs." "1 used to." said the Manicure Lady, "but it's getting so 1 ain't surreptitious, too. Yesterday our biggest mirror broke up at the house. It wouldn't have broke, only Wilfred was trying to show father how to boi. and the old ! ! gent threw science to the winds and ! cut loose with a haymaker that druv j my poor brother through the looking glass in the hall, the one Ma and Mayme and I always stands in front of to see how we look to go out for the evening. That was a broken lookingglass for fair, but it didn't bring no bad luck to our household. And Wilfred walked under a ladder yesterday when he was looking up at the clouds to get a inspiration for a poem called 'A Cloudy Day in August.' There wasn't any comeback on that, either, 1 fussed a little last night when I seen a crosseyed woman in the sub - way, but nothing came of that this far. I guess the poor thing got crosseyed j looking two ways for a seat. 1 am as happy as a humming bird, and nothing has happened to ruffle my feelings. 1 haven't heard a single guy that came in here all the forenoon say i should worry." "The old gent says that everything

Cherishing Memories of Our Ideals

By DOROTHY DIX. "I FANCY," said the- woman who iiKes to pntiosopnize aoove her tea, "that there are very few of us, either men or wom en, who do not cherish the memory of some rare and radiant being that we have met somewhere in the past, and who do not have moments in which we speculate upon what might have been, if only we had married the ideal, instead of the individual that we did marry. "Of course, for the most part, we are fairly well satisfied with our own particular Darby or Joan, but in times of domestic strife we recall with a cad, sweet pleasure, the face of Angelica or Edwin, and reflect that he or she would never have been such a goose, or so pig-headed, or raised such rows about nothing as does th wife or husband to whom we are tied. "Ah, no! Angelina would always ! have been fair and beautiful, and slim and young, a perfect housekeeper and a marvel of economy, far different from our own fat and grizled middleaged Joan, who is a hit or miss cook, and apparently thinks a man can gather money off the trees. Our Ed-. nrln tAA sul1 alu'ora Via va Kaam a .. ' . , romantic- hero, who could make us ' . , . . ,. ! thrill at his touch, who would mur- . ... , ' niur beautiful sentiments of affection. i couched in Booth Tarkington language for forty years at a stretch, and who would have lived on such a high plane . . . . . . that he wouldn t even have perceived . . . . ... , . . . n.li.n T n A l.atMl Ilka rileh u-. t . , ucu iuc wiicc iHiru me uiru .Bin, . . . . . , . ' . , ?ot' Ad Df wolu,d haT 4ben utte4r,y ' u x j ?. -MJ' " wir .ill mon-place Darby, to whom we are 1 e ' THE RETROSPECT. "As the years go by and we get further and further away from Edwin and Angelina and the gilt rubs more and more off of the ginger bread of matrimony that we are daily forced to consume, the pictures of our early loves grow brighter and brighter, with a more and more roseate halo, until t last we come to the place where we privately consider ourselves blighted beings, who have made fatal mistakes in matrimony. "I am convinced that a great deal of domestic unhanoiness arises from thig cau8e and I think that ten years . .. ... . 1 &ll,tT mimi!8 inere ougDl 10 D .a i P"1801 cr10 back to tDe ,... of one-g early romanCe, SO that husbands and wive, could get a near v,ew of their firBt love. Xake my word for it, that it would do more to

(equaliies in this crld. He ain't like young folks. George. Every time that we se- three or four happy day in a i row we benn to think that e are go-

iv.g to bo like the lilies that toil not neither do they spin, yet Sullivan la : ail his glory never had no better clothes than them. The old gent sayi that he never pats himself on the back fcr ha ing a little rm of luck, because he has been too long in the league to think everything in life ia roai ej and sunshine. He t-ays that all j ought to consider the wallops that la in store fcr us and act kind of calm oven in the momenta of our easiest go ing.' "1 don't agree with your father." said the Head Barber, "lts of times I think some people has aright to b swelled up. They have money and so cial position and all that. Some of them is even kings. The rest of us have got to grub along and be common people." "Father would be aful peniive tf he knew you didn't agree with him." said the Manicure Lady. "Rut the old gent is tunny about social position. You see George, when Father had a lot of money he used to m!x in with the swells, and found out that there wasn't as much gold in their hearts and heads as there is in the hearts and heads of his regular pals. 1 kind of like him for it George, whether you do or not. !! never says much about his friends, and he would break a date with King Alphonso of Spain to fo j out to the ball game with Rob Klley. "But that ain't what we started to 1 talk about. I was saying that signs can t amount to much, or I would be i setting here now making a holler , about something. Well, for the lore ; of Faddy! Gee, George, somebody has took my pocketbook! Oh. Gee! It musta been some dip on the subway! Gee, now I've gotta be surreptitious again!" By WILUAM F. KIRK. make men and women satisfied with I the life nartners thev did eet than j anythtng else on earth. for lf tnere l8 one thing that makes you want to go out and burn joss sticks to luck It is to meet up with the one you didn't marry. "I have just been seeing a most Illuminating example of the value of my theory. I have a friend, whom I will call Susie, because that Isn't her name, who. when she was a young girl, fell In love with a good looking and attractive young fellow who was one of those youths who live upon their mothers. "Fortunately for Susie, she had a sensible, hard-headed father who represented to her that a man who had never su ported himself was aot likeI ly to supoort a family, and as Susie had too much independence to want to settle down on a poor mother-in-law ; to be taken care of. she was kept from ' marrying the young man. and. In time, i of course, got over her girlish fancy. "Eventually she made an excellent match. She married a thrifty business man in a distant city, who was able to give her a beautiful home, fine clothes, an automobile, and every luxury that wealth can supply. Also her husband is a man of weight in bis community, looked up to, and deferred to. "But always her early love has , , . , . . . , , loomed in busies mind aa a fairy , . . . ..... . prine, and she has contrasted her , ,,.,, l.u wi -Jk said to herself how Usful she might have been with a man mho understood ' ber potc jrarniiig. and her graspJ. , i .ma.. . . , . . . ... . . instead of with a sordid business man whose soul was not on material things. ' Well, last month Susie went back home for the first time In many yeara and gaw- her early love. Also his wIfe and children. The shiftless, ne'er do weu had gone down, and down, untn ne had become the village loafer, People ppcke of nira mlth 8neering contempt. His wife was a poor pltoverworked drudge who supportd him by taking boarders. Half a dozen dirty little children clung to her skirts, THE OUTCOME. ..you never Mw Bucn mn ln,Unt4. .v. ... .i.v. - . Bhe did.t marrv workd n R.t Bne Qian 1 marry orkeo on busie. She scuttled back home a. fast as she could go. and she baa been bu(,y ev. lin- .(..nrij.. In fhTpaTh 0f the man S. dlTSfS ; v ' : (Continued on Page Nine.) By. C. Payne