Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 270, 20 September 1913 — Page 8

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN -TELEGRAM, SATURDAY, SEPT. 20, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE Married Life A BUSINESS GIRL News Service Copyright, 1913. International By Nell Brinkley ADVANCE SEASON STYLES the Second Year FULLY DESCRIBED BY CLIVLTTE

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By r.'ACEL HERBERT URNER.

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ile net- to .1 ra. Curtis, her u ntist t i'i 'a w, Haying that her

mctiu-r .v;ih ii :'c I mm Missouri, visiting trim and tha they would be nld to -.;:& ( hT call. She h id done that only because she know h t mxibci would he deeply hurt if ; omc 01 Warren's people did not com to . . her, and because she did not v-ish her to know of the strained relatl-m: that had so long existed between Warren'? family and herself. It wa? almos:. a week after the writing of the note that. Mrs. Curtis came. It was about in the afternoon and. Helen had taker her mother out sight-seeing, they were both tired and neither of tbf.m drepsed. It was Delia's afternoon off. and Helen had to answer the beVI herself. With much embarrassment Helen led her into the front rooti. "Mother and I have been shopping and eight-seeing all morning and we've been very negligent this afternoon and haven't dressed," sh apologized. After a few commonplace remarks about the weariness of shopping and Bight-seeing, Helen excused herself for a moment to tell her mother that Mrs. Curtis was here. THE M BETING OF MOTHERS. "Hurry and get into your black silk dress," she whispered. "Can you hook It yourself?" "Oh, yes, yes, but it hasn't any niching in the neck. "I took it out yesterday to put fresh in .and then -forgot it. "Never mind the niching put it on and conic in as soon as yoTi can. And Helen hurried hack to the front room where she tried to entertain Mrs. Curtis with stories of the baby until her mother appeared. "Mrs. Curtis-- my mother, Mrs. Allen." After the introduction there was an awkward pause. There is probably no situation more cmbarrassTK to a young wife than that of the first meeting of her mother with her mother-in-law. Mrs. Curtis was most formal and cold. And Mrs. Allen who had expected the warmest cordiality, was plainly disconcerted. "I believe, this is your first visit to New York?" said Mrs. Curtis formally. "My first visit since I was here on my wedding journey; but that was so long ago, everything is so changed. It is like a new city to me now." "Yes I suppose so," murmured Mrs. Curtis, then settled back and left the conversation to be directed by Helen and her mother. AN UNFORTUNATE SITUATION. Mrs. Allen was so plainly disconcerted that Helen tried to relieve her by talking rapidly of their plans for sight-seeting while she was here. Mrs. Curtis made only an occasional polite assent. And all the time Helen was painfully conscious that Mrs. Curtis was eyeing her mother's plain old-fashioned black silk, which was In marked contrast to her own plum-colored walking suit and large hat with Its nodding, plumes. And Helen resolved that before her mother returned, this call she must have a new and modish tailored suit. Poor Mrs. Allen who had expected a very friendly family discussion of their mutual Interests their daughter and son found instead that Mrs. Curtis was making only a most stiff and conventional call in which there was no element of kinship or cordiality. Helen was glad when Winifred woke up and began to cry. She at once brought her in. hoping to relieve the awkwardness of the situation. Mrs. Curtis held and played with her for a few moments, but not with the same loving tenderness which Helen's mother lavished upon her. "Isn't that a dear little sack?" asked Helen. "Her Aunt Laura sent her that and mother brought her the daintiest little dress I must show it to you." She brought out the dress with a sense of pride, glad that Mrs. Curtis should see that her mother knew' something of dainty baby clothes, even if her own clothes were plain and old fashioned. "Yes, that is very pretty," murmured Mrs. Curtis, examining the fine hand made tucks, but without enthusiasm. Here Winifred who had been struggling protestingly in Mrs. Curtis's arms, began to cry. "Let me take her," cried Mrs. Allen, coming anxiously forlard. And Winifred, who had already grown to love her Grandmother Allen, reached out her little hands. MRS CURTIS LECTURES ON BABIES. "That's not the way to act! You must'nt cry like that! Good little cirls don't cry that way. Cut evidently you're spoiling her. It's just temper when she cries like that. Don't humor or notice her and she'll soon stop." But Winifred showed no intention of stopping. And now Mrs. Allen who could not bear it any longer, stopped

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HERE in my inky fist I hold a letter on severe, business-like paper from one of the valiant army of girls who do battle in New York town shoulder to shoulder with the men. It's rather different from the one I hold in the other hand an odorous little gray note, lined with delicate tissue as thin as tulle and breathing sandal seed when I ripped it open. The one is plain and square and typed, smelling of just clean air, the very sign and symbol of the trim, black-and-white, sane and cleanly sort of brainy girl it came from. The other is long and narrow, and faintly scented awfully feminine making one see the easeful, lacy, charming, luxurylapped girl it came from. One was probably rapped out on the typewriter at 8:30 a. rn. The other was scrawled in bed on a silken knee at 10:30 a. m., with her chocolate tray just finished beside her. One girl had just covered a mile, more or less, of city streets on a stout

pair of pumps. The other had maybe covered the space of velvet carpet between bed and window on a pair of Oriental "mules" with pink heels bare. One little chuckle I can get in here: The busy feet in the pumps and the lazy ones in the mules are just alike the busy ones just as pink and white and Uissable as ever the others are! The square white letter says courteously and appealingly "Make if you please once, not the splendid creature of leisure and plenty, but just the plain business girl! There are a lot of us, you know." The narrow gray letter says, "Make, if you please, a fussy creature who finds life a thing of rosy down, and who sometimes wishes she had A JOB! There are a lot of us, you know!" Here they are. Both together! NELL BRINKLEY.

over and took her, in spite of Mrs. Curtis's protest. Immediately Winifred was quiet and, with a little gnrgle of content, hid her face against Mrs. Allen's neck. Mrs. Curtis very carefully smoothed out her dress which from holding Winifred was slightly creased and said coldly, "Of course if you wish to spoil her, you have only to humor her when she cries. But I never used that plan with my children. "Oh. I suppose mother is foolish about her," laughed Helen, trying to pass it off lightly. Almost at once, after this. Mrs. Curtis rose to go, inviting Mrs. Allen most formally to call on her. It was several moments after she had left before any comment was made and Helen said. "SHE IS VERY CRITICAL." "I'm sorry Delia was out and we were not dressed. I always like to have everything right when Mrs. Curtis calls." "Yes, she seems very very criti

cal," commented Mrs. Allen, guardedly. And that was all. With a world of things to say about this call, they said nothing at all. Mrs. Allen had come to realize that there was much in her daughter's married life of w-hich she knew nothing. But she also realized that for some reason Helen did not want her to know. And not wishing to force a confidence, that was not freely given she now carefully refrained from any questions or comments.

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He Confesses to Himself.

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tassels. Pretty color combinations will easily suggest themselves. Brown with brown braiding and tassels of brown and old gold, or Chinese blue with a bit of ivory in the tassels and ornaments that finish the capelike bretelles falling from the front fastening over the shoulder as cape-sleeves and extending to the waist In the back. The main body of the garment is made of an oblong piece of cloth, slit at the back, cut in points at the side and from here extending in a gradual curve to the throat, with the omnipresent draping drawing the material up toward the center fastening. Olivette.

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By MAX. AUGUST 30. (Being in the form of a supposititious dialogue between Sally Spencer and myself. She is away off in Paris absorbed in the vanities of this world, and I am a helpless invalid, confined to a cottage in the northernmost woods of this country, with much time to reflect on the probabilities of my rewards or punishments in the next. The Imaginary Sally is sitting in the little low rocker that sways emptily with the wind, back and forth, on the porch beside me in that tantalizingly suggestive way that empty rockers have. SALLY: "I can stay onl;- a short time, Max. I had to wait a few minutes in the Mon Marche for a fitting.

and thought I would make a mental visit with you while waiting. How are you, my dear? You look like a mummy with all those blankets and rugs around you. but not as sick as 1 had expected. Perhaps that pretty nurse you have written so much about is prolonging your illness with a motive." MAX: "It is possible that the motive is on my side." SALLY: "You don't mean to say. Max, that you have become such an imbecile that you condemn yourself to cushions and calomel and airbagg for the pleasure you get in having some silly girl wipe your face and hands and look solicitous when you sieh, and comb your hair and tell you what a fine-shaped head you have, and hold your hands every time you

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have an Imaginary pain? Max, I am ashamed of you!" MAX: "You are losing your tact. The right way to talk to a man when he is sick is to call him martyr and a hero instead of an imbecile." SALLY: "I suppose that's the sort of soothing syrup that nurse hands to you? I see it is time I came home from Paris and took you in charge. How many, many times, are you going to make it necessary for me to save you from other women?" MAX: "Save me for whom?" IT STOPS. (The rocker, which had swayed rapidly when the imaginary Sally was scolding me. stopped short. There is a silence. Then it begins to sway again, but the imaginary Sally has turned her head so that I cannot see her face, and she changes the subject when she begins talking.) SALLY: "I suppose you know that Jack is with me in Paris That means I have something more to do than to match ribbons and laces. The widowis there, too." MAX: "You did not say for whom you want to save me?" SALLY : "I am most cordial with her. So cordial and so delighted when I hear Jack is with her that he is growing suspicious. He asked me this morning when dressing for breakfast if I was growing tired of him and wanted to get rid of him." MAX: 'Do you?" SALLY: "I hope you will be satisfied with the Winter clothes I bought for Manette. Tfcey cost more than ever before, but the child is no longer a baby to be confined to the company of her nurse and governess, and mutt dress better. You will laugh when I tell you there is a party dress" MAX: "I don't care what you bought I never care. It doesn't interest me and never has, and you know I never look at the bills. The nurse says" SALLY: "And I don't care what the nurse says. I think It very unkind in ou. Max, to quote that nurse to me

when I have such a short time to stay. I have a good notion to come back home and discharge her. You are able to travel now, and can be taken home where Richards and Tompkins and I can nurse you. or get a mas nurhe for that matter." NO MEN WANTED. MAX: "1 don't want a man nurse. There would be none of that delightful sense of danger with a man nurse, ami I refuse to have one. Fancy me getting lonely in the long hours of the night and calling for my nurse to conip and sit beside me and smooth my forehead and hold my hand, and having a great b!g ugly whiskered man appear! I won , have it! I am sick, and sick jfoil ays have wbt they wart, and l'want my pretty i.-ire. I think you are very selfish. Sail, to be grudge me the only compenratlon sickness affords a man a sympathy that demands no chaperon." (The rocker stopped swinging back and forth. The Imaginary Sally is looking away off into the woods, but I fancy she dot-Fn't se- the royal color of scarlet and poll the trees have put on. Perhaps there are tears in her eyes, and the colors she sees seem rain-dracced. She turns, and when she speaks aSain her voice is low, and has fi note of he'pN-ssness in it that distresses n".t SALLY: "It is all a tangle, my life and .lark's and your's. I have tried so hard u lr- -rood. Max, but with a husband who strays after every new petticoat, and w hom I can't love without compelling myself to love him. and with the man I love throwing himself away on a woman who can never care for him as I have cared for yearswhy. Max. I I don't know what to do!" fit Is my turn to look at the trees without seeing their beauty. It seems to me now that all I saw was a little narrow path that wound in and out (Continued on Last Page)

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