Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 273, 24 September 1913 — Page 8

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, WEDNESDAY, SEKf. 24, una PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE Married Life the Second Year ADVICE TO THE SUPERSTITIOUS Copyright, 1913, International New6 Service Ey Nell Brinkley

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By MABEL HERBERT URNER.

THAT in thunder is the mat

ter with that radiator?" demanded Warren, irritably,

s the radiator in the corner thumped louder and louder. "Perhaps it isn't turned off tight enough," suggested Helen. Warren flung down his paper and strode across the room. But the radiator only hissed at him as he tried to turn it off. "Why does that fool janitor keep up steam on such a day as this? When it's freezing cold, the radiators are luke-warm; and a day like this you can hardly bear your hand on the wall." "Yes, 1 know," murmured Helen concillatorily," "but I suppose they'll turn it off entirely in a few days." "Oh, no, they won't. They'll keep it going full tilt all through April, for a few cold-blooded old maids, who would have steam on the Fourth of July if they could. Well, I am going out to get some air. I can't stand this. It's sickening." "Let me go with you," eagerly, "I'd love a little walk, and I'm almost smothered, too " "It'll take you half an hour to get ready," frovvningly. "No, it won't. I'll just slip my coat over this it; won't take me a minute. And mother's in with the baby she won't mind." "Well, hurry up, then." unwillingly. A SULTRY SPRING NIGHT. "It was a close sultry spring night. People were strolling through the streets with that relaxed, abstratecd air which always comes with early spring. The doors of the small shops were open and, here and there, the proprietor and his wife had brought chairs to the sidewalk: while the children, bare-headed and on roller skates, raced up and down. Everywhere were notes of the coming summer. Warren stopped before a cigar store. "Come in here, 1 want some cigars." Helen gazed around the brilliantly lit place; the boxes of cigars with their rich brown coloring and bands of red and gilt, always seemed to her most attractive. Outside, Warren lit one of the cigarets, and they strolled on. He would not have smoked on the street with any other woman, not with her before their marriage and yet now he had come to take it as a matter of course. If he would only ask if she minded. But he did not even trouble to do that. He finished one cigaret and paused to light another. Then he stopped before the window of a gents' furniture store. The place was closed, but the windows was brilliantly lighted. "Those shirts are not bad," he commented, "but they have a rotten lot of ties." A little further on he stopped before another window of Summer shirts and then before a hardware shop with a window full of tools, and then an electrical place with a display of batteries, all of which did not Interest Helen. And when a block or so further she wanted to pause before a milliner's With a gay showing of spring hats he impatiently dragged her on. "WAIT WARREN" SHE BEGGED. "Oh, wait. Warren, just a moment. I do want to see that blue silk hat. The small one In black." "Come on! I haven't time to stand here gaping at millinery. If you want to look at hats, come up here tomorrow, you've nothing to do." "But you've been looking at a lot of men's furnishing windows and other places that interest you." "Oh, I have? Well, the next time I'll take my walk alone. If you remember that was my intention tonight." "You know I didn't mean it that way." 'I shouldn't have mentioned it, only sometimes you do seem so " "So what?" curtly, "Dear, you must know you are very selfish about things. Whenever we go out, it is always your pleasure or your interests that are considered never mine." "Oh, it is is it? Well, then, the fewor places we go together the better it will be. How's that?" "Warren, it seems a pity we can't take one short walk without quarreling." "That's exactly what I was thinking. And our walk ends right here." as he whirled her around toward home. "I'll take you back and finish my walk alone." "Please don't," trying to turn around again. "You know I would be wretched if you take me home this way," struggling to keep back her tears. WARREN'S THREAT ON THE STREET.

"Now, I'm not going to have scenes here on the street! Will

let me take you home or not?" "No, I'm not going on with you. You've no right to spoil oux walk for such a little thing. "Are you going to let me take you home or not?" he repeated furiously. "No." a "Then you will go back or go on alone. By George, I don't care what you do." And before she realized what he

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"Always look at the moon over your right shoulder." BILLY, whispering into Betty's ear under the September moon (and it's the best moon they'll see out of doors) : "There are a few things that you really ought to watch little superstitions, you know. Such as see now there's a new, thin moon, silvery as your hair was when wou were a little fellow. Always look at it over your right shoulder. Turn your head a little more . I don't need to look at it; I've seen it already. Tip your chin up and you'll have good luck I CAN YOU SEE THE MOON?

' Always make a wish at a shooting star." "Always make a wish at a shooting star! You've got to be quick there, little chap! A shooting star falls like a bright hope. You never have time to make a noise. Just watch its flight-like a match flipped from the hand of a man with a cigarette. Watch it hard with your blue eyes, and wi?h if you cm--. Is THAT what vou wished for?

"See a pin and pick it up, all the day youll have good luck. "See a pin, pick it up all the day you'll hare good luck." Even if it's on the steps of a trolley and we hold up the whole tysbm, stop to pick up a pin. small person! Drop on your knees so youi &EBfl Od mine grope for the pin. It's a pretty small pin. Isn't It? LootTttAiM the time that's the right way to play iL Your eyes are close. XtOe (ellow, and they're awfully blue! Your Hps are close, aufl they're rd as a pomegranate blossom oh. LEAVE the pin. there! "Oh, I say none of these things are any good unless I'm around!"

MOODS AND WORKERS

"Oht' V of

H, I do not feel like it!"

This is the favorite remark

many who have not learn

ed self-discipline. Sometimes it 16 a very poor excuse for sheer laziness. However, this old-fashioned name is not used in connection with the thing; rather it is blamed on "moods." . A person is not In the "mood" to write a letter or to play upon the piano or to talk to some kindly If tiresome friend who has called and must be entertained. Or perhaps the same person is not in the "mood" to go out into the kitchen and dry the dishes when mother is not feeling well. Sometimes it is a mercy when necessity comes along and taking the victim of "moods" by the ear makes him go to it, whether he "feels like it" or not. He then learns how to do whatever must be done without waiting for the mood. He learns the wholesome lesson of mastering his faculties so that

they work as they should at his bidding, rather than keep him waiting upon their pleasure. Many girls are rather proud of the weakness which would say that they must wait for inspiration before they proceed to write or to sing or to paint or to do the things in their chosen field of endeavor. Yet, perhaps, while it is true that there is a correct moment to undertake to do the important large thing, nevertheless, the very-day drilling should be done regularly and thoroughly, whether one "feels like it" or not. It is a fact which any one can prove for himself that the work can be done creditably at the time it should be done, no matter what the mood may be; and although after habits of selfindulgence it may take some time to whip the mind into line, yet, having conquered, the quality of the . thing which is evolved after such a struggle is often of an astonishing excellence.

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meant he was striding across the street, leaving her standing there alone. Surely- he would come back. He could not leave her alone on the street in this way! But as she gazed breathlessly after him, she saw him turn the corner and disappear into the darkness. For a moment she stood there in dazed uncertainty, and then, with flaming cheeks and blazing eyes, she turned toward home. It was not very late, and of course there was no real danger. But that he should leave her alone on the street at night! "Why Helen, what is it? What has happened?" as she burst into her mother's room and flung herself on the bed, sobbing wildly. "What do you think he did?" fiercely, between her sobs. "He left me alone

on the streets! He just walked off and left me!" "Surely Warren would not do that?" exclaimed her mother. "Well, he did he did!" "He'd been looking into every man's furnishing window, every hardware and -electrical place that interested him! "Then when I just stopped to look at a hat, he dragged me on. And, when I spoke of it, he was so furious he wanted to bring me back home and finish his walk alone! And when I didn't want to come back home he walked off and left me in the street." She sat up now and angrily brushed away the tears. "And mother, this has decided me, I'll do what you advised. I'll take Winifred and go home with you for a visit, and I'll not come back until he promises to treat me very differently."

The Manicure Lady

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was reading a awful interest-

ng short story last night,"

said the Manicure Lady. "It was

about them Aztecs, that used to have splendid palaces and everything fixed up in big league style down in Mexico. The story said that was many centuries ago, long before there was ever

any Irish came to this country, and it is said they was a splendid race, the men all tall and fair and handsome and the women regular cities. The hero of the story must have been about eight feet tall, because it said that he loomed head and shoulders above the tallest warriors of their army, and they wasn't none of them shorties." "I never seen any very tall Mexicans," said the Head Barber. "That Mexican porter we had here wasn't any taller than Frank Daniels, and he

wasn't fair, either. He was nearly as black as Sam Langford." "Oh, but these people was long before the Mexicans we see nowadays," said the Manicure Lady. "Thev was a superior race of people, like us, onlv bigger and I guess brainer. They used to worship the sun, and I think tha? showed they was a fine race, because anybody that worships the sun ain't worshipping no minor league idol. "I always thought if I had to worship anything except my family and my future husband I would worship the sun. The sun is so big and nice and warm. But I must tell you the story. The name of the hero was, Io. It is a jerky sort of a name, Io. but all you have to do to remember it is to think of an I. O. U. "Well, this Io is in love with the niece of a Aztec priest. Her name is Ilia, which you can remember by think ing of Illinois. That's how I keep the two names so plain. The priest is a crusty old piece of work, and he doesn't want Io to get Ilia because she has a lot of gold and precious stones which he has his eyes on. He says that the gelt belongs to the sun and that he is the sun's agent, which the sun doesn't deny. "There is some beautiful lines in the story. When the priest tells Ilia that she cannot marry Io she says to him: "Know this, oh priest of the sun! Before you there were many priests, and when thou passest beyond the purple horizon there will be many more priests to worship that orb of fire and beauty upon which we now fix our puny mortal gaze. My Io is my all, so handsome and so strong. No man like him in at! this country dwells. When in the morn he kneels before the shrine, still is he taller than the puny warriors at thy beck and call. It is written upon the waves that roll eternally, written with the rays of the sun itself, that I be Io's bride.' " 'But Io I like not,' the priest answers. 'I owe Io a lot of money, and he presses me sore. Tell him to cancel that debt, and his bride you shall be upon the day when 1 owe Io nothing." "The way the story ends, Io makes the sacrifice, and he lives happily with Ilia until they both croak. Gee, George, I wish I had been living then. It was all so romantic and different then. Imagine passing up a lot of money to get the girl he loves. Not a chance! He is too busy finding out if his bride's father is there with the fat bankroll. They didn't think of money in them days, George." "That young guy that just went out doesn't think much of money, either," said the Head Barber. "He didn't think to give me a tip."

Wife of Harrold, Famous Tenor

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BE A GOOD FIGHTER .

! "Sticktoitiveness" is a good word. ; but it expresses the quality needed j in the person who must fight hard ! to achieve success. I The first night away at school is ! a terrible ordeal for a young girl.

and I shall never forget mine. At dinner I was placed at the French table. Everyone seeemed to be having a good time. I not only felt uncomfortable, but went to bed wE an empty stomach. I not only fait

POLITENESS. Politene preventt many a jar and brings smile where might have grown frowns. Politeness is a just medium between formality mad rudeness. It it, in fact, good nature regulated by quick discernment, which, proportions itself to every character. It is a restraint laid by reason and benevolence on every irregularity of temper, of appetite and passion. It accommodates itself to the laws of custom and fashion as long as they are not inconsistent with the higher obligations of virtue and religion.

been this that made me decide then and there that French conversation would be the thing that I would work hard to master. I did not enjoy being hungry. &nd besides, if other girls could conquer it, why couldn't I? Beginners alWays f3(&-tupid and self-conscious. It Is juA the same whether one be learning to dance or use a type wrier. Everyone around us seems to know so much more than we do. A school teacher wbope pupils seldom fail In art examinations, says that " getting a right start Is the foundation of success." and she encourages her pupils each day. not by telling them how much more she knows than they, but urging them to consider themselves never beaten. The school room Is a fine training place for the fighter, and the boys and girls who overcome such battles as algebra and bookkeeping will be better equipped to fight later In life than the oner who. by discouragement, drop studies which present problems beyond their achievement Men who have gone on polar expeditions were not discouraged by hardships and disappointments, but returned home each time filled with fresh hope and confidence, eager eo prepare for another trip. Just as long as one sticks to what we wish to accomplish, will we ultimately get it. Dan't forget that a baby has to creep before It can walk.

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