Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 267, 17 September 1913 — Page 8
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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 17, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE
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Married Life the Second Year
By MABEL HERBERT URNER. Quartet-stow n, Mo., March 18, 1911. My Dear Daughter: AFTER all this time it seems as though I am going to have the long desired chance to visit you. Old Mr. Bradley has just paid ua that ?200 note he has been owing your father so long. We never thought we would get if ,and now your father wants me to take the money for a two weeks visit to you. Your father's practice has been fairly good this year, although a younger doctor from the East, Boston, I think, has settled here and is trying to get many of his patients. I somehow feel that I shouldn't spend the money in this way but your father insists that the change would be good for mo. And as I have never visited you since you were married, he thinks I should do so now. And, of course, you know how anxious I am to see you and the baby and your husband. I have just had Mrs. Maker make me a black cloth suit,' three-riarter coat and pleated skirt. Everyone says it looks very nice on me. Then I have had her make over my black silk, and I have that grey cloth I got when you married, which if I change the sleeves, will be just, as goos as ever. I thought with these, and, say, three new shirt waists, I could get along very well. What do you think? Father wants me to get one new dress while I am in New York, so 1 don't want to get anything more here. Write me what you think about it. I am going to bring some black-berry and apple jelly and some of your favorite green tomato katchup. I think I'll have room for some preserves, too. 1 put up both water-melon and peach last Fall. Which do you like best? Now, your father wants me to start the first of the month. He says if I put it off something will happen and I won't go at all. Now will that be convenient for you? Write me as soon as you get this and tell me what you think about it all. Lovingly, your mother, ELIZABETH ALLEN. P. S. You have always wanted one of your grandmother's quils. Aunt Laura has the old log cabin pattern, but I have the Star of Bethlehem, and the double "T." Which would you rather have? I can put. it in the bottom of my trunk and it won't take up much room. Helen held this letter in her hand a long time after she had read it. Her mother coming to see her! The thing she had wanted so much when she was first married, but now there was so many reasons why she dreaded for her mother to visit her now. In all her letters she had implied she was very happy, and that Warren was kind and considerate in every way. It was both her pride that prompted this and a desire to keep from her mother the pain which the knowledge of her daughter's unhappiness would bring. So she had written home joyful . glowing letters. And now for her mother to come and find that she was far from happy that Warren was irritable and selfish, and that they were growing farther and ' farther apart. If it were a few days, she might dissemble, make her .mother believe that she was happy as her letters implied. But two weeks! She knew it would be impossible to deceive her mother for two weeks. And Warren what would be his attitude? None of her people had ever visited her. She had nothing to judge by as to how he would receive her
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BY OLIVETTE A fascinating costume du matin this and the woman who wishes to prove that it Is possible to look just as charming at nine a. m. as at nine p. m. would do well to copy it. For the cap shir net into a comfortably large head size: band this with inch and a half satin ribbon in any becoming pastel shade with a soft bow at the front. To this band fasten a shirring of soft lace and catch it up over either eye with a wee bunch of tiny roses. The negligee has a broad fichu of shadow lace and flowered net caught at the back and front with single large roses, and the ribbon that binds the neck and forms the wide girdle matches that used on the charming "bonnet." The sleeves and lower part of the negligee are of white voile banded with the lace.
By DOROTHY DIX. '"pHE picture which accompanies I this article shows a young girl standing at the cross roads of her life, trying to decide which turn she shall take. In one direction, for a little way at least and that is as far as the eyes of youth can see the path stretches alluringly before her. She sees herself dressed in the fine clothes that would set off her youth and beauty as a frame does a pretty picture, the kind of clothes that she has sold over the counter to other women, but has never had herself. She : sees herself wearing "creations" instead of hand-me-down suits, sweeping into gilded restaurants where there are shaded lights, and music and other gorgeously dressed women eating dainty food and sipping expensive wine. She sees herself rolling about in automobiles instead of hanging on to mother. And just now, when things j between them were more strained and difficult than they had ever been! Her mother could not have chosen a more unfortunate time. And ypf she could not write her
" Which Road?
I street-car straps. She sees herself eatins her breakfast in bed instead of ' punching the time clock at eight i o'clock in r ''nartment store. She sees ease ami .-y, and all the things that her ; - i youth craves so passionately. v.aitins for her to take if only she chooses the primrose path. ' And when she looks down the other bend of the road, the straight and nar- ; row road, she sees nothing before her I but hard travelling. She sees poverty, j and self-denial, and hard work. She ; sees herself growing old, and faded, I and gray like little Miss Smith in the i office where she works, a woman j whose meagre pay envelope barely enables her to meet the necessities of life and has never given her any of ! its frills. ! Or if she marries she sees herself j following in her mother's footsteps, j'the poor, tired, family drudge, with alI ways a baby in one hand, and a frying j pan in the other; the one. of the house this. She would have to write her to come. 1 nere was no other way. When she handed Warren the letter that evening it was with varying emotions. "'Here is a letter I got from mother today. She is coming to visit us." "To what?" LOOKED FOR TROUBLE. "To visit ns," she replied quietly? "Read the letter yourself." Warren read the letter and laid it down without comment. Helen waited tensely for some remarks but he made none. At last she said slowly. "Warren, whatever your attitude has j been toward me lately, this is my mother's first visit and I hope you will help make her stay a pleasant one." J "Now, that's just like you! That's j the sort of thing which amkes me mad j clear through. Why do you imply that j I won't make her visit pleasant. I j haven't said anything to the contrary, i have I ?" j Xo. but I thought" i "That's just it. You're eternally ex- ! pecting something unpleasant from me. and that's why nine times out of j ten you get it! I suppose as soon as you read your mother's letter you im- ! mediately jumped to the conclusion I i wouldn't be civil to her. Now didn't ! you? Well, I'll tell you right here, if j I'm not civil to her it will be your own : fault. Now just mull that over!" j Helen made no answer but her , cheeks burned hotly as se refolded the I letter into it's envelope, and in strained silence again took up her sewing. The government of Uruguay has organized an institute of geology with an American director and assistants. WISDOM OF EPICTETUS. Never proclaim yourself a philosopher iii-r make much talk among the ignorant about your principles, but shoTr them by actions. Thus, at an entertainment, do mt discourse how people ought to eat. but eat as you ought For, remember thet thus Socrates aLo universally avoided all ostentation. And when persons came to him and desired to be introduced by him to philosophers, he took them and introduced tUem, so well did he bear being overlooked. So If ver there should be among the ignorant any discussion of principles, be fr the most part silent. For there is great danger in hastFy throwing out -what is undigested. And if asy one tells you th.t you know nothing and you are not nettled at it then you may b- sure that you have really entered on your work, for sheep do not hastily throw up the grass to. show shepherds how much they haTe eaten, but inwardly di grating their foot they produce it outwardly in wool and milk.
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hold who bears the heaviest burden, and wears the shabbiest clothes, and works the longest hours ,and receives the least appreciation. i And so the poor young girl, with her pretty face, and the avid desires of her youth for pleasure, stands at the cross roads, and asks herself which way she shall go, and if it pays to be good? Take the right turn of the road little sister. Look a little closer at what is called the primrose path, and you will see that it is nothing but one of those treacherous bogs, covered with flowers that look bright and beautiful to the eye, but into which the traveller, who tries to cross, sinks into the slime and perishes. If you could see under the blooms you would find that every crimson flower has its roots in the dead heart of some poor foolish young girl like you. That is why its flowers are always blood red. Believe me, what is called "the easiest way" is the hardest way on earth for a woman. No other road is so stony or so cuts and bruises the feet of women who tread it. And it's such a short road, too, little sister. Rarely more than seven long years from start to finish, the finish that ends in the grave. Did you ever stop to think why the painted women daub their faces with rogue, and put belladonna in their eyes? They paint roses on their wan cheeks because disease has robbed them of the ones that nature planted there. They put belladonna in their eyes to give them back the brightness that tears have washed out of them. And have you wondered why such women invariably take to drink or drugs? It is to forget. It is to throttle memory and dull thought, so that they may forget for an hour what they once were, and the sort of creature they are doomed to become. It is sadly true that there is nothing else in the world so little gay as what is termed the gay life. Listen to its laughter. It is mere noise, the crackling of thorns under a pot, with no ring of merriment in it. The women who lead it never smile, for there is no happiness there. You will see on their faces fear, and bitter mockery, and bold insolence, and jealousy and rage, and every evil passion that can tear the human heart, but you will never see that look of calm peace and content that shows that a woman has got her soul's desire, and that all is well with her. If you take the primrose path, little sister, you may get a few fine clothes, a little rich food, a little luxury, but do not forget that you will get other things also. You will get a tortured conscience, and you will get shame, you will get tear always with you lest your beauty fade and your tenuous hold upon some man be broken. And you shall know cruelty and abuse as no other woman ever knows it. for it is the way of men to break their toys when they have wearied of thm. And you shall have a brief life span, for that is the motto of the primrose path, "a short life and a merry one." And if the primrose path is not so allurine at short ranse as it appears at a distance, neither is the straight and narrow path so hard and barren in reality as it looks in prospect. The woman who treads it may wear homespun, but no other woman draws her skirts away from her as if she was a leper. She has the respect and admiration of those about her and believe me, little sister, these are a better garment in which to be clothed than the silks and satins that a woman has bought at the price of her soul. Above all. she has her own selfrespect, and that is the one thine that is absolutely necessary to any real happiness. As long as we can look ourselves in the face with a clean conscience none of us can be utterly miserable. The girl who chooses " the better way may look forward to the supreme happiness of life, that of being married to a good man who love's and honors her, and to having little children into whose clear eyes she is not afraid to look, and to establishing a home
over which no shadow of a "past" rests. That is denied the girl who takes the wrong turn of the road. No matter how she repents, or how she tries to retrace her steps, there is always the haunting ghost of what she has been to darken her life. Take the right turn of the road, little sister. It pays to be good.
THE LITTLE GIRL WHO
h ' 5 IH. man w ho owns a big touring car took his family out in the cool of the day for an airing. On the way home, to make a short cut, they went through a densely populated street. Children were sprawling on the pavement and on the steps. They hung their heads from the windows and crouched on the fire-escapes, wilted and panting. The owner of the car saw all this, and though he was no sentimentalist, he was human in his sympathy. So the next day he went out with his car, picking tip little children and theier mothers for a ride. It gave him happiness to give them happiness. But it was no happiness to him to attempt to see those whom he could not take. Like the sands of the sea these little one's of the hot streets were so many he couldn't count them. Then he went out among his friends
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The poetry of earth is never dead, i When all the bird? are fair. with the t hot sun ; And hide in cooling trees, a vo'co will run From hedge to hedge above the cowmown mead. That is the grasshopper's he takes the lead In Smnraer luxury he has never dote With bis delights, for. when tired out w ith fun He ios's at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The pivry of earth is ceasing never On a 1 'ne Winter evening, when the f.vst Has wrought a silence, from the stars there shrills The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in drowsiness halflost. The grasshopper's amonc some grassy hills. - John Keats. The death of earth is to become water, and the death of water is to bocome air, and the death of air is to become tire and reverselv. HKHACLITl'S. GLEANINGS From The PHILISTINE. Anybody can give fifty-seven reasons for not doing the thing he does not want to do but should do. Dame Nature seems to consider that anything you do not utilize is not needed: and she is averse to carrying dead freight, so drops it. People who do not play together cannot work together long. . A city supplies inspiration but only from a distance. Once mix up in it and become a part of it and you are ironed out and subdued. People have their homes in the country. The commuters are the bovs. after all. LILLIAN LAl'FKERTY. The Water Bottle's Shape. Three useful purposes and probably many more than three are served by making the familiar water bottle of such a distinctive pattern. In the first place the uarrowness of the neck prevents the entry of much dust that would inevitably settle on the water were the entire surface exposed. In the next place the same narrowness prevents excessive and rapid evaporation of the water, aud In the third place the shape of the neck makes it a ! capital handle, thus doing away with the necessity for a separate handle fastened to the body of the bottle, a course that would render It much less convenient and more liable- to be broken. Pearson's. There are women carpenters in Thibet. 'jriei e mwm ir t-4 S - , v
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who owned cars, and, explaining what he had done, secured the use of ten cars and their drivers for one-half day a week. Going to the various churches in the district he arranged with the pastors to gather children to the number of sixty, giving a ride to a newgroup each time. But still these human sands of the sea were uncountable. Still he kept on. with the comment to himself that more could be reached if more of us would th:nk even once a week about the Little Girl and she is legion who never gets aboard and so doesn't go. Every community has its little ones to whom anything like a party or a ride or a picnic is heaven come to earth. There is joy in it. and with the joy, hapiness, Eushed checks, sparkling eyes and voices you can hear for a half a mile. Isn't it all worth a little trouble?
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THF well beir.g of our mhcle nation depends upon working men and women. Without labor, capital wouid be useless: without labor, the home, society. sh;ps. train, pleasure, chanty, duty, would all be we-rda devoid of meaning. Were all th? ivV rich of earth to suddenly .mish. re all the itemises ar.d the socict.TW-ople and th kmc and rulers ar.d ih Vdeasure makers to lo swept away, t world could still go on. and there oi be comfort and prosperity, ar.d homes would still exist. Men and women wouVl be able to eat. dnnk and be merry; to marry, to rvir children, to travel and to perform all the various offices of daily life. Put wore all these geniusea and money kincs, and imperial rulers, and the pUasure makers and seekers, to rema:n. and the world's workers were to be swept away, what awful Misery would prevail; Trains and shlpm would cea. to move: the home and the hotel would become drsert places, and there would be no comfort and no pleasure, on earth. Therefore if should be the aim and object of all leaders of religious thought to try and gie such teachings and such pro.pects to this important part of our world as will awaken In each mind a truer ideal of brotherly love ami human sjmpathy. and which will try to do away with the pett and quarrelsome and unworthy spirit which mars the ranks of labor today, and which interferes with the happiness and comfort of tens of thousands of human beings. I'nless the working men and women aro showing one another courtesy, gxvt will, and making an effort to do as they would be done by, of what use is their religion? The fear of doing some duty which belongs to another, and the great desire to show a spirit of independence, rather than a spirit of helpfulness toward fellow workers, is everywhere prevalent today. The greater their privileges, given by the employers, the less kindliness do they seem to feel toward one another. Even In the I homes where but two maids are kept i one a working housekeeper and cook, jthe other waitress and chambermaid, discord often prevails, because the one is exacting or the other inconsiderate. And just in proportion as the staff Increases in numbers, so does the dist cord increase, because of this fear of I being imposed upon or being asked to do some duty by a fellow toiler. At the end of 1912 there were employed in the gold mines of the Transvaal 21.334 whites and 205,488 natives, the aggregate wages paid out for the year being 68,SS1.75S. DIDN'T GO ,w"f Mir fy v pi 1 i t : t ; Mr' ' 4 1 , V I I v' V , t f: v-.ov-.:, -.,' v
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