Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 268, 18 September 1913 — Page 8

PAGE EIGHT THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, THURSDAY, SEPT. 18, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE Married Life the Second Year ON HER IV A Y Copyright, 1913. International News Service By Nell Brinkley EVEN THE HUSTLER RESTS

By MABEL HERBERT URNER.

ii , OTHER, aren't Don't you wai OTHER, aren t you too tired )ur trunk now? you want to lie down a little while first? You haven't rested a moment since you came. "Tired? Oh, no, I'm too excited and happy to be tired. It seems so wonderful to be here with you and the baby. Now if you'll help me lift out this tray, I want to get at those preserves I brought you. Oh, here's the jelly. I knew that would come all right, bur. I was a little worried about, the preserves. Yew, these are all right." unwrapping a glass jar of peaches. "And here's the green tomato ketchup." "It was very dear of you to bring all this mother. You must have had enough to do when you darted without having to pack these." "Oh, I bgan par king my trunk two weeks before I left, and every day I would think of some little thing I would want to put in." Helen thought of all the loving care and plans that had gone into the packing of that trunk. She knew what an event this trip was to her mother, and resolved to make it a happy one at any cost. If in the two weeks of her mother's stay she could only keep from her t he knowledge of the strained friction and disagreements between her and Warren. If only her mother could take home with her the unshaken belief that she and Warren were very happy in their married life "And here's your grandmother's quilt the double ."T" pattern. I wegged it in here by the preserves to keep them steady." "Oh, what a dear old fashioned thing! And how bright the places are after all these years." "COLORS BETTER THEN." "Oh, yes, colors were made better in those days. They didn't fade as they do now. Here's a piece of your grandmother's wedding dress and here's one of my dresses when I was a little girl. And this was a ribbon string from your aunt Laura's goingaway bonnett." While Helen was admiring the quilt, her mother dived down again into the trunk. 'And here, I made this for Wini fred," taking out a dainty made little dress. "Oh, mother, and it's all made by hand! And those tiny tucks. How much time you must have put on this." "And this your Aunt Laura sent," taking out a blue and white crochet eack. "Oh, she'll look like a doll in that! Let's try them both on now." Winifred cooed her approval as her new finery was tried on. She pulled gleefully at the blue ribbon on the little sack. HAD MOTHER'S EYES. "Helen, she has just your eyes, and you had just that little dimple when you were a baby." "Now, mother, you mustn't spoil her. You've been holding her ever since you came. See even now she doesn't want, you to put her down," she said, as Winifred, who had shown instant attachment for her grandmother, was now clinging to her dress. "And look, she doesn't want, to take off the sack. Oh, what a vain little thing. And her hands do you know her hands are just yours. You always had the sweetest little baby hands." Helen laughed. "Mother, its too funny, when Warren's mother come;? here every good trait or feature the baby has she says it. is just like Warren particularly the eyes and hands. And now you pay they are like mine." "Why of course they are," proudly. "Anyone can see that she has your eyes," kissing the baby once more as she put her back in the little high chair. "And now we must put my things away before Warren comes. What time does he usually get here?" "Oh. not before six," answered Helen. "We'll have plenty of ,time." "Now, mother I know you are tired, won't you lie down and let me hang up your dresses?" "Yes. in a minute, but first I want to show you my black silk Mrs. Baker made over," carefully taking it out from the trunk and shaking it out. "You see the lace is new. And you remember there was a lot of velvet on the skirt? Well, she took that all off and cut the skirt over, and made new sleeves from the pieces I had left. Do you like it? Doe it look like the things made- here?" anxiously. "ONE GOOD DRESS." It bore the unmistakable stamp of th? country dressmaker, but Helen said it was very pretty and that she was sure it was becoming. "Oh. I'm so glad. I was afraid you mighn't like it, that my clothes might look different from what they were here. For your sake I wanted to look ! nice." j "Oh mother, as thought that mattered." "Not to you dear, but to Warren and his people. I wouldn't want them to think your mother was old fashioned and dowdy. And Warren's moth- i er and sister, from what you wrote I ; know they must dress well. So I wanted one good dress to have when they called on me and when we called there." "Warren's mother and sister! Evi"S' MATTER POP

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WHEN the soft, tender months )f Indian Summer have slimed ty so stealthily, so dreamily that, drinking deep of their wine. oufind the bottom of the cup before you ! have scarce begun, Autumn barkpns to a stealthy sound a breath from j the North! At the gate of her rust-! ling golden woods she cries, "Who j goes there?" And back comes the ans- j wer in a frosty, ringing voice, "It is I i the SPIRIT of WINTER!" And the j dently her mother thought they were ; on the best of terms. How could she ' explain that his mother rarely called, j and that she had not seen his sister ' since Christmas! Her mother, with her simple faith , and good will toward everyone how : shocked and hurt she would be to learn of the strained relations with . Warren's family. She had written her j nothing at all of this. j As much as she loved her. Helen ' could not help but wish that her moth- j er had not come at this time. The 1 whole situation was becoming so.dif-; ficult even more difficult than she had feared. i

sold woods turn to bronze and they rustle dryer and dryer, and soon the tround is a rout of flying leaves, and the trees are naked. And then the wool of snow blankets the meadows 'Hid city streets and the far Rockies. And the Winter girl comes "bobbins:," skating, sleighing, snowshoeing. skiinc. if she is luck enough to be in Canada or the Alps! Out in my own Rockies, where the snow packs in the deep valleys, where it glazes into

THE FOLLY By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. "Flirtation: A spoon with nothing in it" Punch. "THOSE who take the name of I Love lightly; those who make declarations in the moonlight they have on intention of upholding in the searching light of day; those who cheat and lie in the game of hearts, will as surely be some day overtaken by punishment as if they had been dishonest in a manner more amenable to the law.

ice on the uttermost slopes, where it sweeps from the home of the whirlwind and the snowsline, in mighty toboggan ways fit for a god or a giant, they do not ski. Some day they will. Perhaps when that day comes the Winter girls here will sport the same fetching, sensible, easy rig they wear in Switzerland. Bobsledding would be a better thing than it already is if we could do it in this a sweater or a brilliant color, woolen gloves knitted and

OF FLIRTING Those who use hearts for playthings will some day realize that their own hearts are being battered about. Flirtation is "a spoon with nothing in it," and something worse it is a doubleedged weapon, and he who thinks to wound others finally hurts himself more greviously. It is a silly practice that becomes a habit. The boy who can't look at a girl without making eyes, develops, unless he is careful, into that most detestable of all creatures, a man flirt. He ogles in his youth to the

elbow high, a qnitted woolen "toque," a scarf for neck or waist, one pair of woolen stockings to the knee, and another pair that folds in a roll above the ankle, boots of waterproof leather, and the best of all, knickers of waterproof cloth. When Winter comes howling across the hills, even if you have to forego the knickers, the rest of it is a rig worth trying. Winter is no fun if you aren't comfy and don't know that you look pretty. amusement of the sensible, and ogles as he grows older to their eternal disgust. THE TRIFLER. The man flirt is never true to any woman. He is never a good business man He is never a hard worker. He is never among those who are respected and reverenced. If, when in a bank, he makes eyes at the stenographer, the vigilance given his bank

I account is doubled. His word is never I as good as his bond, and, though he may have a good brain. Just so long as he winks and stares and smiles at every pretty girl, he is believed to be addle-pated. He is on a mental footing with the simple man who thinks he is still a

By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. IF you are an American you probably have great respect for that American word, 'hustle." U you employ help, no doubt you use that eipreesion. "Get a bustle on." which has been dignified by classif i-anon in Mr. Bell s "The Worth of Words " "Getting a hustle . :i is supposed to be the first long stride toward any success in life It is an ecellent thing, indeed, to feel impelled to put all your powers into immediate action Every' human being is a reservoir of the energy which is b.u-k of all creation. The more fully he realizes that fact and the mc're earnestly he puts that energy into action the more positive and immediate are the results. There is such a thing, however, as over-hustling. The continual "hustler" who never rests and never allows any one about him to rest at times defeats his own ends He breaks down with the nervous strain of his own hurry and causes others to break down. Aside from these direct disasters he is the indirect cause of innumerable accidents and misfortunes, which he attributes to "ill luck" or "carelessness" of others. Science Teaches Accidents and Fatigue to Re Closely Related. This carelessness may in countless cases be traced to the door of the hustler. The scientific men have decided that there is a close relationship between fatigue and accidents. Investigation of the cause and conditions leading to accidents has given an interesting number of statistics to prove that as a workman grows more fatigued he becomes more liable to meet with accidents and to produce them. This is the scientific argument for shorter hours for man and beast. The investigators found that in each succeeding hour of the first half of the day's work accidents become more numerous, while after the midday rest during the first hours of the afternoon they were fewer. Then later in the afternoon the number of accidents increased until toward the end of the second half of the day the proportion was larger than for the latter half of the morning hours. Therefore the scientists argue that a short rest spell in the middle off the afternoon would tend to decrease the number of accidents.

child, and drags a toy engine at his heels. Flirting is the childish toy that he still clings to when the time comes to put away childish things. He is not entitled to respect any more than if he stopped on his way to work to engage in a game of marbles. Men scorn him, and women the ean, sensible kind distrust and despise him. The mother recalls with a pang that when she was young and impressionable she admierd and believed him, and she watches him when he approaches her daughters as if he were a venomous inspect. He is the blighting parasite on the female heart. He is the degree of sweetness that sickens and nauseates. Incapable of feeling any sentiment, the tragedy is that he is not incapable of inspiring It. THE FUTURE'S PROMISE. When a girl reaches fifteen there comes wtth longer skirt and more mature ways a longing for love. Sometimes in a home narrowed by poverty and with all the joys that come to more fortunate girls limited and every prospect for future improvement stripped bare by the necessity of the present, love Is all there is she may hop for it alone is independent of circumstances or power. It is all the future holds, and when at last a man appears bearing it in his hands, she gives him no suspicious, distrustful scrutiny. She meets him with welcoming arms, and if he Is sincere like herself, and believes and feels what he inspires, a happiness has come to her that nothing else in life can ever equal. But when, as in so many tragic cases, he is only flirting, he commits a crime so serious it is incredible that those who wish to keep the hearts of young women sweet and trusting and pure do not devise a serious punishment for his kind. It is as if he got his hands on a priceless volume and wrote a vandal's word on the opening page. Though he may have broken no law in the statutes, he has violated a moral law by destroying one girl's faith. THE TOUCHSTONE. "We are engaged," girls write me every day, "and he says he loves me, but he is always flirting with other women." He doesn't love you. Little Girl. The man who loves a girl enough to make her a good husband has no room in his eyes and mind and heart for any but her. "A lover," wrote George Denison Prentice, "sees his sweetheart in everything he looks at." He sees her so continuously, so clearly, so surely, he does not know there are other women in the world. For him n other woman exists. Though the girl he loves be crc-na-

What we term non-living objects are capable of weariness as well at men and animals. It is a good thing to change your implements of labor, whether you are in the trades, art or professions, periodically. Science baa proven thai even inanimate things are capable of a certain amount of feeling Take an occasional rest yourself wh-ueer ou feel worn and nervous See to it that your em.Voyea are enabled to do so. Let them relV for five niiuutes after a strain of hard hours of labor, and you will find they turn out better work and show more interest in your affairs for this privilege Short Rests During the Day Enrich Employers in the Long Hun. Let our horse relax and rest at tn?era!s during the day. When it Is a possible thiug to do. even at the cost of a little money, hire a freh animal for half a day and let your own toiling beast rest He will last longer and do better service as a result Instead f the continual cry of "(lot a hustle on you!" say to your helpers occasionally. "AH relax and rest fixe minutes." Set the example yourself and then rouse to work wtth our old American battle cry if you like. But how much better if the new generation of Americans would cultivate the spirit of earnestness instead of that of continually "hustling." It is a great thing to be in earnest. But The hurry of the times affects us so In this swift rushing hour, we crowd, we press And thrust each other backward as we go. We do not pause to lay sufficient stress I" pon that cood. strong word, "earnestness." In our impetuous haste, could we but knowIts full, deep meaning, its vast import; oh. Then might we grasp the secret of success. In that receding age when men were great. The bone and sinew of their purpose lay In that one word. God loves an earnest soul Too earnest to be eager. Soon or late

! It leaves the spent horde breathless. by the way. And stands serene, triumphant, at the goal. THE ENCHANTED LAND. Oh. everything is sweet and fair In the place we never bare seen! The flow'rets wild perfume tke air. And there's never a hint of grief and care In the place we never have seen! And shall v! then arise and go To the place we neTer have seen? Nay, nay! For once arrived, you know. The glamour fades and the golden glow Of the place we never hare seen! It's better to liTe our life afar From the place we nerer hare seen. With hope for a staff and loe for a star. Let's make the place to which we are Like the place we never hare seen! Chicago Inter Ocean. eyed and snub-nosed, he never knows that there sits on the other side of him a girl more beatUful. He doesn't know it because he it NOT a flirt, and. therefore. Is sincere, and to be trusted. How to Cure Cholera Morbus. Many rases of this disease result fatally before medicine can be obtained or a physician summoned. It is easily cured when the proper remedy is at hand. Mrs. Charles Stewart of Mt. Collins. N. V.. says: "When my husband had cholera morbus last summer he used Chamberlain's Colic. Cholera and Diarrhoea Remedy and it cured him promptly." Every family should keep this remedy at hand. It only costs a quarter. For sale by all dealers. Ad vertiaemenO Better Quality Want. Little Elaie. given her first glass of mineral water, made a very wry face over it. U tastes that way. dear, because tt'a charged." said her mother. "I guess, mamma." said Elsie, poshing it aside, "I'll Just have some of the kind you've paid for." Boston Tranaoript. Bv C. Payne