Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 262, 11 September 1913 — Page 8

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN -TELE GRAM, THURSDAY, SEPT. 11, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE Married Life the Second Year SEPTEMBER By Nell Brinkley Animation Assists Natural Loveliness

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Mir-.SCRT URNER. jr : had been nervous and I uiJDCit ill all day. She had R I sntnt three almost helpless nights with the baby, who vaj teething. Warren must have his rest so that he might not be unfitted for business the next day, bo she had cared fcr the baby and left him undisturbed. And now she was worn out. Everything seemed to go wrong. For some reason Delia was unusually cross and sullen. Then the laundry woman failed to arrive and Delia had to wash out some of the baby's dresses which was always done under protest. Then when Helen's best gown came home from the cleaners almost ruined she was nearly in tears. After luncheon, when she finally succeeded in getting the baby to sleep, she lay down herself for a little much needed rest, only to be aroused by the telephone. Mrs. Osborn, th" lady in the apartment above, wanted to borrow her kimono pattern. She sent it up by Delia, and once more lay down but was again aroused by the paper man with his monthly bill. Then the janitor came up to fix a radiator which had been leaking for several days. "But ycu can't fix it now, the baby's asleep," she protested. "Can't you ccme up again?" "You've been wanting to have the laciiator fixed and I'm here now to fix it," he grumbled. "1 ain't got on time to ccme back." THE TYRANT JANITOR. But his pounding soon awakened Winifred, who began to cry, more frettui than ever. Helen could have screamed from sheer nervousness. The ihree rights' loss of sleep had almost unnerved her. And, as do most women in time of weariness and irritation, she longed to curl up in her husband's arms and cry it all out there. She wanted him to come and hold her and comfort and rest her. She wanted to feel the security and reassurance of his strength. She had forgotten how often, in times of distresses and weakness, she had just wanted that and how often he had failed to give it to her. It is one of the strange inconsistencies of women that, however often the man she loves repels her desire to cling to him at each new stress of difficulties that comes upon her, she has again the same longing to find rest and solace in his arms. And so, now, Helen waited for Warren's h' up-coming with eager longing. It was just six when he telephoned that he wouldn't be home for dinner; that some men wanted him to dine with them down town.

"But, oh, Warren," she sobbed over the 'phone, "You musn't leave me j alone this evening?" ! "Why, what's the matter?" sharoly. J "Oh, I've been so wretched all day! j You know I've been awake for three j nights, and now I've gone all to pieces i and I need you so." ; WARREN IS SUSPICIUS. ! 'Are you really ill or are you jt;--t giving away to a foolish case f nerves?" "Oh, I'm ill, I tell you. You mut " let me stay here alone tonight I can't bear it!" "If you are really sick, of course, I will have to come home," he said coldly. "But if you are making me come ; merely because you've got an attack of nerves, it'll not help you any." j "I tell you I'm sick and I need you. And if you haven't consideration en-: ci;gh to ccme to me now you need NKYER enne. And she threw up the received and fell sobbing on a couch , near by. J It was the first time she had ever dene anything like this, and the mo-! ment after she was filled with fear, j What would he do? Would he come at j cr.ee? Or wculd he punish her by not ccming until very late and then be an-1 gry for several days? i The next half hour she walked feverishly up and down the apartment, leaking out of the window, listening fcr his step in the hall. Would he ccme? It seemed that she never wanted him so much. She had not dressed all day and as still in an unbecoming morning gown. Her hair was disordered and there was an air of untidiness about her which, with Helen was most unusual. But she hadn't the heart even to put on a fresher house gown. She c.culd only walk restlessly around the apartment. Delia came in to ask if she should serve dinner. "No, Mr. Curtis is not coming home and I do not want any dinner." And "S'MATTER POP

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SEPTEMBER comes along the great green way That Spring and Summer fashioned for our feet. And though her face is beautiful and sweet, Though gracious smiles about her ripe mouth play, Yet subtle recollections of each day Of idleness in her large book I meet. All things achieved how small and incomplete

D. YOU KNOW THIS MAN?

A Jolly Good Fellow.

if . 1. 1: u;c- a man yourself and fond of amusement and do not know him, then you are missing something. But if you are a woman, perhaps a wife, and know only too well this jolly fellow, you may think differently. This fellow is a type all unto himself. He has hosts of friends and as many more chums. He has a quick wit, a sense of humor, apppreciative powers for a good meal, and generally an insatiable thirst. He is a good listener and a hearty laugher, is not malicious, never stoops to mean and petty gossip, and is always ready to give a sincere and honest hand-shake. So much for the attributes of this jolly good fellow propose him at your club, you will like him. He will bring life to the dullest party and a smile to the most depressed guest. But there is another side to the jolly good fellow. Peep in at his home tonight, perhaps you'll see it. she closed the door in her face. Then she threw herself down on the couch in helpless wretchedness. He wasn't coming! She knew he wasn't! But just then the door opened and he entered. With a cry of joy she ran and put her arms about him. "Oh, Warren, I was so afraid you wouldn't come!" "Boo-oo

The table is set for dinner, a sadfaced, lonely woman is at one end, a child on either side. The other end seat is vacant. Many glances are given in the direction of the clock, then one portion of the dinner is put away to be kept warm. It is late, the children must be put to bed, they will see daddy in the morning, something has kept him in town. The telephone rings, "Yes, dear," answers the little woman with the sad face. "I understand perfectly, I am glad you are having a good time." This is not only tonight, but many nights, the evening lamp burns for one to read or sew by. The children have no acquaintance with one who should be their best and nearest friend. The man they know is undemonstrative, is short of memory, critical of his home comforts, irritable and often morose. The man who bears the rejutation of a jolly good fellow at his club is seldom known as such at his home. But he drew back and held her away from him. "I came because you were ill. Are you?" sternly. "Can't you see that I am can't you see? Oh, I've had such a wretched day!" "I can see that you're nervous and hysterical; but I can't see that you're ill." "Oh, Warren, trying to draw him

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Beside the boastful promises of May! Now I berate fair June, who tempted me With fragrant beds of roses, and as well Her siren sisters, who were following near; But most of all I do accuse the sea. Reach me thine hand, and help me break the spell, September, matron-mentor of the year!

OF POETIC By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. "I AM in love with a girl of my own age, which is twenty," writes a young man who signs himself "K," "and, though I have seen her only three times, she allowed me to kiss her when we parted. Can a love like that be true?" "None ever loved but at first sight they loved," wrote George Chapman, and the poet who knew more of the human heart than any since his time. j Shakespeare, held that love at sight was the supreme test. He wrote: "No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner toward a chair, "I want you to hold nie just hold me? Y'ou must comfort and help me tonight I can't bear it if you don't?" "Can't bear what?" curtly. "Oh, dear, don't please don't!" "Don't what?" still holding her away. "Don't be hard and cold to me tonight! I don't often break down please be good to me when I do." "But what are you 'breaking down for, as you call it? Y'ou ought to know by this time-that I hate a weepy hysterical woman." "But Warren, I'm sick. I tell you I have been sick all day! "Then go to bed and stay there until you're better. I'll get you a doctor, or a nurse, or anything you want but

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loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason." The times have changed. The human heart is just the same impulsive organ it always was, but the head has grown wiser. The head warns against love at first sight, or, if that is beyond control, against its manifestation. The girl may love you truly; I hope she does, but it would be better for her sake not to kiss at the third meeting. "Miss Impulsive" had received the attentions of a man four months. He told he loved her. She refused to tell hira the state of her heart. He failed to keep an appointment and In her I'm not going to pet and humor any fool case of hysteria. She flushed and drew away. "Warren, sometimes I wonder if you love me at all." "Well, I certainly don't lore you when you're like this. And I'm growing mighty darned tired of tears, I can tell you that." "Y'ou mean you are growing tired of of me?" "That wasn't what I Baid, bnt you j can take it that way if you want to. ; And now I'm going back down town. 1 1 told you if you made me give up that ; dinner tonight and come home Just because you were hysterical, it wouldn't do you any good. And here's where you'll find that sort of thing ! won't work."

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iiumutr in i.uiiKt. mil I according to Mary Young we ought not to set placidly by, being "as happy as kings." but we ought to start boldly campaigning for a wide and general knowledge of the number of things there are to know and be Almost any clever woman will tell you that beauty is brains, or charm; but not every clever woman can Impress you with her personal willingness to study and strive toward the self-same goal that, she is indicating for you. Now, Mary Young has never feared work, effort and the constant routine of study. At present, with the unusually "simple life" maraed by but six evening performances and two matinees a day, Mary Young is studying languages in order to improve every shining hour to the utmost. "A little personal pulchritude plus a great deal of brains makes beauty that counts while a vast amount of mere prettiness plus no c'?verness. no accomplishments and no animating intelligence, may make a pretty picture, but it can never represent a glorious woman who is a lasting delight. AN EXAMPLE. "Last Spring I attended a dinner at which one of our great prima donnas was present. On one side of her sat a French diplomat and at her other hand was an Italian nobleman. First she would animatedly chat with M'sieu and then she would turn to the Signor and talk to him with charm and ease. Her animated cleverness fairly illuminated her beauty. Her brilliancy made her glowing, vital and dazzingly lovely; while the less clever women, even If of greater actual beauty, faded and paled before this woman with the gift of tongues and keen interest and insight Into humanity and national characteristics. "1 am using two hours of every morning to matter French and German," added Miss Young with, a whimsical smile. "Of course, I don't expect dazzling beauty to result but I do confidently expect to gain in human insight through the ability to converse with men of other nations in their own language and I expect a vast field of literature to open before me. "Parlor tricks are a great asset to the girl who would be charming a bit of recitation, an ability to play if not Grieg, at least the music of the day a gift of graceful dancing, or the charm of sweet singing voice. Oh, the world is full of a number of things and the girl who desires beauty must make sure that she has the setting for the jewel. If you are too lazy to take advantage of all the chances of improvement that life offers, even if you wrath she refused to accept his apoligles. "Of course," she writes, "I was not responsible for my words then." That, dear, is where you are mistaken. There comes the time in no man's or woman's life when he or she Is not responsible for every word spoken. This notion of claiming Irresponsibility because of temper is akin to the plea of temporary Insanity made by a murderer. Rebuffed, he stopped calling. Then she began to miss him and asked him to call. He appeared delighted at the Invitation, but never called. "There is no sweetness in lovers' quarrels," wrote Edward Bulwer Lytton, "that compensates the string." "Miss Impulsive" should sign herself "Miss Temper." The mistake Is a common one. All who are quick tempered claim to be impulsive instead. She laughed at love, she flouted it. she abused it, and it turned away and comes back no more. I am sorry, for "there is no calamity In life that falls heavier upon human nature than a disappointment in love." There Is nothing "Miss Impulsive" may do but benefit by the experience. "Perplexed" writes: "I am twentyone and for the past two years have kept company with a man of the same age whom I love very much. About a month ago we had a slight disagreement, and he told me it would be best for us not to see each other, as we were having too many arguments. A month has passed and I cannot forget him. I have now made the acquaintance of another young man who has asked to take me out, but my mother objects, as she thinks it is not right for me to go out so soon after having been with the other young man so long. Y'ou love the first man, and it seems that you have lost him. Under the circumstances, the attentions of the second young man seem almost providential. "Jealousy." writes F. Marion

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have been dowered, with good feature, you will deprive them of animating soul and illuminating expression. "My rules for beauty would, if I stopped to formulate and tabulate them, be three-fold 1 think. Improve your mind, cultivate your natural gifts and discover a few unsuspected talents to polish is the first. Then, for rule two. BK SIMPLE AND NATURAL. That means be weV,ired, too. For nothing less well-bred than the present fad for artiflcialitv. for uiakeus unblushing!- applied, auh for bolJ and daringly immodest costumes could be conjured up in a welsh rarebit dream. It is so hard to find the real human likableness of a woman who is hilden behind several layers of powder and paint. She looks cheap and middle-class, if no worse, and so I feel that simplicity and naturalness are able lieutenants to Brains in the army that goes with flying banners to win Beauty. "And the reserve force in woman's beauty-hunt is: Preserve a youthful, graceful, supple figure. In't let fat accumulate. Fat is the white woman's burden. This is my method of fighting it: For breakfast I have a cup of black coffee and a piece of toast: for lunch NOTHING; and dinner is a fairly simple, sweetless meaL It took me a year to learn to live a lunchless life. At first 1 used to eat a few crackers to tide myself over the insistently hungry, aching void time, but at last I have learned not to miss the joys of lunching. "Oh, everythinK worth while in all this world of numberless things seems to demand a struggle, but the need for your pains makes it all so 'worth the struggle,' doesn't it?" concluded Miss Young, with the dear little smile that like her very evident mental power lUuminates her piquant, mobile brunette charm into a very worth-while type of beauty. Lillian Lauferty.

Mystarious Albanians. Albanians are a mysterious people. What was their origin! Terhaps." hazard-) W. A. Moore, "they were the Feeasctans who have puzzled Greek historians, and possibly they were the Myrmidon whom Achillea brought t Troy. They have kept their blood an-1 their own strange language, and the civilization of Europe lias rolled on an left them in their mountain. Every man guards his own and fears bis neighbor unless be Is a sure friend. There are no villages, only houses dotted at intervals high up round wide valleys. And every bouse is a fortress. The walls are of Immense thlcknes. and the only openings are loopholes." Exchange. Crawford, "is the forerunner of love, and often its awakener." Perhaps the knowledge that another man seeks you may awaken the flrst man to the danger of losing you. If you are not willing to try this means, write him a note telling him that, so far as you are concerned, there will be no more arguments. But can you do it. knowing that this means you will never have your say for the rest of your life? To marry a man with whom one argues through the engagement la like undertaking a long journey when all signs point to a storm. "Argument." my dear. Is a word that means nothing more nor k-ss after marriage than quarrels. "I am eighteen." writes It. S.. "and I am earnestly in love with a man one year my senior. I know he loves me. as he has declared himself many times. I have been keeping company with him for eleven months. ThU week he called on me, and when he was about to depart he attempted to kiss me, which I resisted and refused him. Please tell m If I did right by refusing, as he ha turned very cold since." I HE DIDNT KNOW. The foolish fellow thought that a kiss was the proof of love. He does not know that If every kiss proved love, no one would be single-hearted. Y'ou love him, but you want the engagement ring on your finger before you kiss him and you are right. "The greatest sin 'twixt heaven and hell is first to kiss and then to tell." The girl who kisses freely Is in danger of kissing promiscuously, and the man always tells. He has professed his love for you. Can you not ask him. my dear, if that means he wants you to be his wife? For under no other conditions may you kiss him. I am sure the laws that govern loving will give you this right without stamping you as forward or unmaidenly. Bv C. Pavnc "2" THE

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