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CHARACTER, NOT RICHES, BRINGS HAPPINESS No Poverty of the Purse Can Ever Make You Poor While You Have Love, Sympathy andKindness in Your Heart

By C'-LA WHEELER WILCOX. UK Rrcat need of the world is I to have all c'a.ses come into I an intimate understanding of one another. The uit re v, can do to refute that eld statement that "on'e-half the world does not know how the other half lives" the better for the race. "Happy art h jueon" is a phrase often used. Life of Royalty Far From Happy; Ask Those Who Know. But thope who know the intimate lives of queens snrl kings know howfar from happy they are. Study their portraits and it will reveal much of the melancholy, the discontent, the selfishness or the dissatisfaction which prevades their minds and marks their features. King George of England is doubtless one of the best men, one of the most kindly and unselfish kings who ever sat upon a throne. But he does not look like a really happy man; he looks like a man conscious of his great obligations, troubled about many things, and under a continual nervous tension to keep his duties to the nation performed. Queen Mary has the same serious expression and one who reads an account of their SHOULD A By BEATRICE FIARFAX. SHE'S engaged , and she has a good-looking cousin. When she meets the goodlooking cousin he kisses her, and when he leaves her he kissed her 4gain. The fiance says the cousin has got to Btop kissing his sweetheart or there will be trouble, and now the sweetheart writes me a letter to know what to do a'tout it. " like my cousin, and I don't want to hurt his feelings," says the girl who gets kissed; "but I love my sweetheart ftnd don't want to make him really angry. Still I don't think he ought to be so bossy, do you and isn't it all right for cousins to kiss? We have always dene it in our family. Well, now, little girl, just because ycii have always done a thing in your family is no reason at all why it is the right thing to do, is it? And then your sweetheart doesn't belong to your family and never will you will belong to his family, and perhaps they don't kiss in that circle not cousins anyhow and so you'll have to think it over and do what sweetheart wants you to do about the kissing. Why not? VThat is there so entrancing about kissing that cousin that you even hesitate a minute about turning your cheek the other way when you see him coming? Silly your sweetheart's idea about it? SO SHE'S setting "peculiar," is she the mother you've always been so proud of?Acts queer, and "gets mad at nothing," and cries over trifles, and thinks nobody loves her, and makes a nuisance of herself generally doesn't she? You'd hate to wake up some bright morning and find Mother dead in bed dead, because she wanted to die; dead, because she saw that you and the rest thought her "funny" and hard to bear with, dead, because you didn't "understand." Well, then, young woman, it is time you did understand. If nobody else will tell you about it, I will. Your mother has stood about all she can stand in this world and live. She's fought and endured and suffered and smiled and cried and hoped and feared and agonized, till her nerves are about tired out; and they'll stay tired for a year or so, and Mother will be "peculiar" till those nerves are good and rested and you'll have a time with Mother all these years. She'll be irritable and cross-grained and jealous and suspicious and deBpondend, and she'll want you to tell her that you love her three times a day and show her that you do every minute of the twenty-four hours. She'll act like a girl of sweet sixteen one minute and like a withered crone at another. She'll take queer dislikes to your friends and shell take odd fancies to your enemies, and you'll wonder and wonder, and you will lose

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doings for a single month wonders how two not over-robust human beings can endure the constant mental and physical strain to which they are subjected. When we look upon the outside of ' palaces and homes of millionaires j when we see the occupants whizzing ; by in motor cars, or when we read of their smart functions, and jewels and ; fine linen, we imagine they live the life ' ollairj princes and princesses. i J But when we come to know the inI timate facts of their lives we realize , j that happiness is not a matter ot poI sition. or place, or honors, or rank I nor of money. It is a matter of riispoI sition, of character and of habit, of ! thought. i Discontented young working-women often indulge in bitter resentment toward the people of wealth and leisure. I wish these young toilers might study the faces and hear the conversation of hundreds of women in fashionable homes and at fashionable resorts. Restlessness, ennui, dissatisfaction and ingratitude distort many a 'lovely face and render beautiful costumes but a mockery. I do not mean to say that this i3 true of all women of wealth. GIRL KISS HER Well, may be, and may be not; but anyhow, it is his idea, and why shouldn't you ease him in the matter? What if he likes blue and you keep on wearing pink what if he likes chicken and you insist in ordering veal. What if he likes poetry and you want him to read the millinery "ads" do you think these things will tend to make him that muah fonder of you? Why not give up to him in this matterit is, after all, unimportant to you and important to him what's the use of making a fuss about it? I know a woman and a man who divorced each other because the man played the guitar and the wife wouldn't play his accompaniments on the piano. It didn't end with that, but it's how the whole trouble began. What a goose that woman was not to play any old accompaniment her husband thought he wanted! What hurt could it have done her or any one else? What's the difference, anyhow? If you love the- man you want to please him, don't you? Well, a wise woman told me once thta the way to please a man was to give up to him in all the little things that don't count and hang on to your own way in all the big things that do count he'll be willing to give up to you in them. Men don't mind big sacrifices. A man will give you a hundred dollars and quarrel over ten cents too much on the grocery bill. That's the way men are made. Why not make up your mind to take

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patience with her, and THAT is the i j tragic part. j She would never lose patience with too busy or too "nervous" to get up to take care of you at any hour of the day or night. What a time you make over poor Mother's eccentricities! Peculiar She isn't half as "pecu liar" as you were when she had to

trot you around a cold room in her , nim every night and talk things over, bare feet for hours at a time to keep He belongs to a club now, does Fathyou from rousing the Fire Department j er, and he has no time to walk home, with your whoops. "Odd!'" If she can ; He rides in a machine, and things hurbe any odder than Father w as when j ry so. and there's never anyone to be he got the joining fad and joined every t comfy with any more.

organization from Maine to California,; and had the whole house littered with j insignia and form books. ' i "Strange!" If she can be any stranger than Brother was when he was made captain of the Little Tigers and . played baseball in his sleep, she's an odd one indeed. ! And yet Brother is the very first to ' . find fault with Mother and tell her ; she's "getting queer.' I Let's see. How old is Mother? Somewhere along in the forties, maybe ! just in the prime of life, her husj band thinks. He hasn't been in the j prime so long as she has. Men stay ; f boys longer than women stay girls. ! i and there's a time at forty or so when ! the whole world seems fading away to the woman who's lived actively. She's tired so easily she's worried over such trifles her head hangs so low over her fancied slight, every little disappointment.

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What I mean to say is just this: As many people in the humble walks of life, toiling for their daily bread, find enjoyment as in the ranks of wealth ani fashion. It is a matter of character and disposition, not of money. One who travels to any extent is sure to arrive at this conclusion. There is, indeed, greater dissatisfaction to be read in the faces of women in a hotel dining room at a seashore or mountain resort than in the faces of women who emerge from shops and factories at 6 o'clock in any of our large cities. Yet the majority of these toilers regard the woman who can travel and wear fine garments as favored by the gods. No woman is favored by the gods unless she has cultivated cheerfulness, appreciation, kindness and good will and sets forth each day determined to be happy and to make happiness for others. Many a working girl could teach her wealthier sister how to enjoy life. In no home of poverty did I ever see unhappiness so marked on the faces of an entire family as on one I saw at a hotel not many moons ago. The mother's eyes were full of Jealousy and ill-temper; the father's face COUSIN? I them as they are and not as you think they should be, and then, honesly, now, hasn't Sweetheart a pretty cousin somewhere? If he has just get her to come and see you. and every time Sweetheart kisses pretty cousin see how you feel about it. That may help you to understand Sweetheart's attitude a little better. Remember, you are used to cousin you see in him just good old Dick, who taught you to skate and to swim when he felt like it and you promised to make him enough fudge to pay for lessons; and he sees him as a gay deceiver. Maybe he is one, too,, even if he is your cousin. And besides, little girl, kissing is ' out of fashion except among real sweethearts; didn't you know that? Ten years ago every time you had tea I with a friend she kissed you when you i came and kissed you when you went. The woman who tries to kiss a friend : now except in really solemn times Is looked upon as just the least little bit ' in bad form. Didn't you know that? Hand holding has gone out, too, and waist spanning. Girls don't paw each ! other the way they used to. And cous- ; ins well, cousins, aren't nearly so ! much relation to each other as they were when they were all liable to be brought up under the same roof. Keep j cousin, at a distance, little girl, to I please yourself as well as your Sweetj heart. It can't do any harm and it may j do a whole lot of good. The girls are growing away from ; her. The boys are away at school. Nobody seems to need Mother any more. Oh, for a little finger to bandage! Oh, for little woes to comfort! Father doesn't tell her his business affairs any more as he used to when he had the little business there in the shabby little street, and she used to go to the office and walk home with And all those pretty young women dressed like fashion-plates where do they all come from. Mother wonders dully. Was she ever as pretty as that, and as gaily dressed? Somebody gets up in the car and gives her a seat some day, and she realizes that they did it because she was no longer young, and she cries about it an hour when she gets home, Mother has to keep going keep go ing with her heart a lumb lead keep going with her brain a dull whirl keep going with her nerves crying out for rest, for comfort, for help. And all she gets is to have even those who love her call her "queer" and "odd" and to hear them planning to j take their little jaunts without her I and she was once the life of the whole ; party! j Poor Mother! I Be patient be kind be intelligent i with Mother and her peculiarities, and

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was defiant and bitter with disapjpointment; the son was a dissipated ! wreck of manhood, the daughter a rest- ! less, irritable, fault-finding child of ! misfortune. Yet there were millions of dollars being spent yearly for the "enjoyment" of this family. There was no love, nor harmony, no good will, no gratitude to God or manin the hearts of these people. Better a crust of bread and a cup of milk after a day of hard labor, and love in the household and hope in the heart, than such splendid misery. The poverty of the heart is the worst poverty on earth. Remember that as you toil and pray for wealth. If you can keep your heart rich with love, sympathy and kindness, hope and faith, then whatever you acquire of worldly wealth will increase your opportunities for enjoyment. Wealth Alone Can Never Give Enjoyment or Happiness. But wealth alone can never give you enjoyment or happiness, and no poverty of the purse can make you poor while you have these qualities. A good disposition is the only thing worth coveting and that can be acquired. some day you'll wake up to find the queer old Mother gone and a sane, healthy, vigorous, cheerful woman in her place the old Mother you used to know, only a thousand times wiser and kinder and better for all she has been through. Poor Mother needs you now as she never needed you in all her gay, happy, vigorous life before. She gave freely to you of her strength. She never counted the cost. Don't weigh things too heavily in the scale against Mother now. Dear, foolish, lonely, despondent Mother. Help her through the dark place along the road now and some day she will hold those who are your very life close in her cradling arms and then you will understand. To save the time taken for blue ! print, a camera has been invented for j rapidly producing prints from orig- ! inal drawings.

Letters From Richmond Girts Abroad

We left Paris several weeks ago (and have seen much of London since, but there are certain characteristic features of Paris scarcely to be surpassed by any modern city, and if one's love of a city is governed by its exterior beauty "en masse," surely no one can but succumb to its charms. In the center of Paris, running along the Seine and spreading for a quarter of a mile back from the river, is the spacious "Place de la Concord," with its center marked in turn by the Egyptian obelisque erected upon the scene of their country's most tragic history the place of the guillotine. Beautiful as the "Place de la Concord" is In the day time, with its fountain and trees in the setting of immeculate whiteness that the paving presents, its beauty is greatly intensified by brilliant illumination at night; but as everything of its kind, one must see it to feel its charm. Although the "Place" is the center of Parisian civic beauty, it is not the ; concentration, but other avenues radiate from it to palaces and gardens, ! and inded they seem to form an endless chain of beauty spots; and the j symetry and proportion that characiterize the city as a whole, constitute its most impressive feature. Its ave- ( nues are all so very broad with sidewalks nearly as broad as the spacious carriage drives, shaded by two para lei rows of trees on either side. Possibly the best known of the parks of Paris is the Louxembourg Gardens, large enough to have every attraction of a park, and we saw there games of tennis, women with their knitting and children of all ages. The most conspicuous among the beauties of the floral gardens are the rose trees, which are trained in this manner for a few feet and then allowed to spread to a broad cluster top. The effects, produced in all the European gardens we have seen, make us easily appreciate their attraction for flower lovers from America and elsewhere, and we often remember with pride that Richmond has a citizen who can Tie with, and even surpass the French in rose culture. We were again proud of our home when we Tisited the Louxembourg

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THE HEAD WAITRESS By HANK. HERE'S Mr. Y "Y 7 HERE'S Mr. Flakes?" A asked The Steady Cus tomer of the Head Waitress in the Cafe d'Enfant as he noticed the absence of the general manager. "He's on his vacation," she replied. "Pretty soft for some guys. You Just come back from yours, didn't you?" "Yes, Louise," said The Steady Customer. "For one beautiful week. 1 traveled on the water in a motorboat with my friend Jimmy." "Did it always mote?" asked the Head Waitress. "Most always," replied the Steady Customer. "You see we had a good engine on board. You needn't ask who he was. Modesty would prevent my replying." "Sure, you always did hate yourself," said the Head Waitress. "I was in a motor boat once myself. The engine behaved as if it had chronic presumption and hesitated every now and then like you do when you're figuring on whether you can afford creamed chicken on toast or browned hash. But say, all joking aside, you want to stop writing about Mr. Flakes in the paper. One of the bosses was speaking to him about it the other dayt and said it looked as if he was getting too familiar with the customers." "That's too bad," said the Steady Customer, "if they had more managers like Mr. Flakes they'd have to turn away the crowds. There's nothing that cheers -nyone up like walking into a place like this and seeing somebody wearing a genial expression. Why I often take an extra piece ol pie just to be able to exchange a few more cheerful words with him. Who's the new manager?" "That's Mr. Governor," said the Head Waitress. "He's a very nice man, too. That's one thing I like about Mrs. d'Enfant, she always picks out real gents for managers. That's what I call having perspicattity." "That's too much for me," groaned the Steady Customer, "I suppose you mean perspicacity, but give me my check quick, I feel faint." "Louise is getting too high brow for me," said the Steady Customer to Marie, the cashier. "She tred to say perspicacity just now and even the beans turned cold." "Perspicacity in Indiana, where I come from, is a very ordinary word," replied Marie loftily. "Very ordinary. I'm surprised at you. This way out." Museum, the second art gallery of Paris, and .found there, in the room of foreign artists, "Le Retour," by Henry Mosler. In the same room is hung "The Artist's Mother," by Whistler. The paintings in the Louxembourg are by modern painters, not so well known as those of Raphael, Murillo and Guido Rene in the Louvre, but they art ofttimes as pleasing for the interior of the Louvre (the picture galleries at least) lacks what I have called Paris' strongest point spacious setting. The walls of the Louvre are crowded with pictures and there isblock after block of the galleries, and when one hasn't infinite time at his command, he longs for a picked collection from even this priceless one. Another feature of the picture galleries of all the famous museums, is the ever present art student, who is to be seen perched on a high stool, pallet in hand, copying a favorite master. He seems to the tourist an almost intrinsic part of the gallery and not the least interesting one either, for he quite possibly helps the observer to appreciate the original more in detail, or, vica versa, the amateur observer can ofttimes scarcely j differentiate between the copy and ' the original. Between the two wings j of the Louvre begins the "Gardens of the Tuilleries." with a stotue of La ; Fayette in its midst, given by the i Daughters of the American Revolu- j tion and the American school children. From this statue you can look up the beautiful avenue of Champs Elysees, ' under the smaller arch of Triumph on to Napoleon's grand arch of Triumph) at the end of the avenue. ! One afternoon we enjoyed a beauti- j ful ride up the Sejne to SL Cloud, j from whose hills we could see all of; Paris below us. The Seine is beauti-i ful. both by day and by night and the ride of two hours may be had for the phenominal charge of eight sous. We were ready to agre with the enthusiastic admirers of Paris that it is the most beautiful city and also happy to believe that Washington bat the second place In the world's record.

MARRIED LIFE By MABEL HERBERT URNER. HELEN hurried down the street towards the subway station, her eyes shining and a bright color in her cheeks. Dinner with Warren at a fashionable restaurant and the theatre afterwards was what the evening held for her. It was not often that they dined out now, and she looked forward to this j with all the more pleasure because of i its infrequency. She had put Winifred j to sleep and left her safe in Delia's i care. And now she hurried down to meet Warren, free to enjoy the evening that lay before them. He had said he would meet her at the Thirty-third street subway station at 6 o'clock. That would give them time to dine at their leisure and still i be at the theatre by 8. It was just twenty minuteB to 6 by the clock in a drug store window. She had more than enough time. But she always was very prompt in her appointments, with Warren. She would always rather wait for him than have him wait for her. He was very apt to grow Irritant If be ware kept waiting, and she wanted this evening to be unmarred by any impatience or irrita bility. She wanted it to be a happy outing. It had been so long since they bad had one. TOQQEO OUT IN HER BE3T. She bad dressed with unusual care and had a pleasant consciousness that she was looking very well. Her brown velvet suit was most becoming. And there was always an air of delicacy of appealing feminity about Helen, which was one of her chief charms. And now, when she entered the crowded subway car, and a man rose instantly to give her a seat. She thanked him with a gracious smile. Helen was the type of woman who rarely had to stand. It was just five minutes to six when she left the car at the thirty-third street station. She waited happily, walked up and down the platform, adjusted her hat as she passed the mirror in the penny-in-the-slot machine, and read the advertisement along the wall. She smiled at the mustache some mischievous boy had penciled on the pretty girl advertising a tooth paste. She re-read the claims of health and long life promised to every wearer of a certain advertised article. It was 6 o'clock now, by the clock over the ticket window. She began watchina for Warren as the trains drew in on the otherslde. While of course be would come from down town he bad often told her, whenever she met him, at any subway or elevated station to stay on the other side and he would crou over to her.

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SECOND YEAR From where she stood she could see through each car as it drew up to the opposite platform. Every train brought a crowd of peonl? who rushed through the station ar.Ti disappeared up the stairs. But Warren was not among them. Ten fifteen minutes past six! Helen was frowning restless and a little anxious. Twenty-five of seven! Could something have happened? Should she go hack home.' where she could be reached by telephone? What if he were hurt and they were trying to send for her now? There was no way any message could come here. The clock now pointed to a quarter of seven. She would wait for one more train. The man at the ticket window was watching her curiously. She caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror of the slot machine. How pale she was! SO HERE YOU ARE! With a little scream she turned to find Warren beside her. He bad come down the stairs from the street. She clutched his arm For a moment she could not speak. "Where have you been?" she said. "Oh, I have been so frlghtenedl" She was almost sobbing. "Oh, dear, what kept you so where have you been?" "Where have I been?" angrily. "I've been at the Thirty-third street elevated station at the elevated since S o'clock Just where I said I'd be!" "The elevated?" weakly. "I said the elevated this morning as plainly as I could. "Oh, Warren 1 couldn't havo made such a mistake." "It seems that you could and did. I was just about to go home when it occurred to me that it would be Just like you to make some fool mistake like this, bo I thought I'd come by here and" "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry! I was sure you said he subway. Oh. you know how sorry I am." "Well, it won t help to be sorry," Impatiently. "You've succeeded in making a fine mess of the evening. It's 7 now." "You mean we won t have time for dinner?" fearfully. "Not at any decent place. We'll have to go to some quick dining room that's all there is time for. Come let's get out of here as he saw the ticket agent watching them with much Interest. Helen followed him up the subway steps to the street. And she had eo wanted this to be a happy evening an evening free from all irritation and discord. And now Oh, why must things so often happen wrong. waak heart and poor rttrvc. ThiimcM of woant foiki as well as old. Eancoall is it ventilated lactone or those who are shut 44 years.

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