Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 274, 25 September 1913 — Page 8

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, THURSDAY, SEPT. 25, 1913 PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE Married Life the Second Year HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF Copyright, 131 3. International News Service By Nell Brinkley

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er had finished her breakfast and they were alone. "1 think I shall take Winifred and go home with mother for a visit Helen repeated, quietly. "And when did you decide on that?" "Last night, when you left me alone on the street." "Oh, I see," and he resumed his breakfast in grim silence. It was this silence that always disconcerted Helen. Whatever the circumstances it always made her feel that she was in the wrong. "Since we find if so difficult to get along together, don't you think that for me to go away for a while mightbe best for us both?" "I suppose your mother suggested this?" "Mother invited me to go home with her. Why shouldn't she. Is there anything unusual in that? I haven't been home since we married." Again the grim silence. "Surely, Warren, when we've reached the point where you get in such a rage that you walk off and leave me alone on the street don't you think it's time we were separated for a while?" "OH, THAT'S IT?" HE ASKED. "Oh, that's it, is it? You are still harping on that! So this is just a clever ruse to make me do penance for last -night? Well, you'll find it won't work." "You know very well it is nothing of the kind. Mother asked me several days ago to go home with her. I hadn't spoken to you of it because I was not decided. Last night helped me to decide. That's all. And 1 shouldn't think iit would matter much to you since you spend most of your evenings out, anyway." "Delia can look after the apartment and give you your meals. They're about all you are home for now." "Never mind about the meals; I'll get them down town." Helen started. She had not thought of that. 0"h, I wouldn't hotel and restaurant food never agrees with you. It would be much better to have thera here." "Now, look here, you've planned this trip to suit yourself. But don't think for a minute you're going to manage things for me here. I'll take my meals wherever I blame please! And, I tell you right here, that your wanting to manage everything Is one of the things I've grown pretty tired of." "Well, you'll soon be relieved of all that. I think I said this trip might be good for us both." AN ETERNAL QUARREL. "Well, I haven't objected, have I? I'm about as sick of this eternal quarreling and quibbling as you are. I hope the change may have a beneficial effect on your disposition. You made a fine exhibition of yourself on the street last night." "Warren, how can you say that?" "Well, didn't you? Didn't you jerk away from me and say you weren't going home?" "I didn't jerk away, as you call it. I simply said I wasnt going to be taken home and left there by way of punishment. I'm not a child to be treated like that." "Well, when I take a walk in the evening it is for exercise and relaxation. And to have you along stirring up an argument or a quarrel is not conducive to either." Helen looked up in amazement. "Warren, sometimes I think you are the most unjust and untruthful man I ever knew. I don't see how you can distort facts and make some of the statements you do." "What did I say there? Didn't you do just as I claimed you did?" "Don't Warren, don't let's discuss it. I am sorry now I brought it up." "Oh. you admit you brought it up. do you? You don't usually admit that much." "IT WILL SUIT ME." HE SAID. Helen threw out her hands with a sigh of hopeless weariness. 'What's the use of our ever trying to talk or conw to an understanding about anything?" He pushed back his chair and rose angrily from the table. "Well, I'll tell you one thing now you can't go on this visit any too soon to suit me!"

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Adam and Eve. READ the stories of lorn lovers and you know, when you iiui:-h. the history of the world! For they follow the fortunes of this old green earth from beginning to end and what they did and said in the Garde nof Eden, In the Iceland of Leif the Lucky, in the sounding halls of the Saxon kings, in the Red Palace of Duke Balthasar at Luna, in the old Southern days "before the war," they do and say just now! And the little dialogue that links them close across the seas and land, across the centuries of change lovers with lovers, is just this: "NO, YOU DON'T!-' "YES, I DO!" "NO, YOU DON'T LOVE ME!" "YES, I DO LOVE YOU!"

Antony and Cleopatra. Lovers have always held a certain sweet delight in scrapping about which. loved each other the most, and most times it is the girl who starts something, by that pouting, "No, you don't." Perhaps it's just to hear how extravagantly and with what wonderful variations he can say the "Yes, I do." Aucassin and Nicolette, those poor Norman youngsters, quarrelled woefully over just that. Eve pouted and a silvery tear ran over her pinky cheek while she twisted her body like a youngster saying a piece and pulled flowerheads off. And she said "No, you don't." And Adam, at his wit's end, called the Angel at the gate to witness that he did. Cleopatra, in a black mood, her purplish eyes aflame, crouched in

The modern man and maid. her gilt and emerald throne, the purplish-red of the grape deepening in her dusky cheeh. ; wo.! : .t ink at Antony! And. in a passion, cried, like just any other woman. "No. you don't!" and Antony mad Antony frantically bended close to lock in her :ace and told her lithe honeyed tongue that must have Icmi the interpreter of so recklesi and tormented a love as his. "Yes, I do!" On a park bench in Spring. Summer or Autumn or even in Winter you may slip up behind a girl and a fellow with the little bag of charity for the squirrels between them, and hear the same gloomy, "No. vou don't!" and the fervent, "Yes, I do!" NELL BRINKLEY.

FooVs Gold

By WINIFRED BLACK. HE arrived in Western Colorado j the other day a real Get Rich ' Quick Wallingford. He was big and prosperous looking, ! he wore the finest clothes they had ! ever seen on that side of the slope, : and he spent money like a prince in a j

story. He bought on paper a valuable ranch, signed contracts for the building of a fine liouse, contributed largely to the local woman's club projects, and amazed the discouraged minister of a struggling congregation with a generous check. He tipped the hell boys in the little

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hotel till they wouldn't wait on any one but him. He hired the best automobile in town and kept it busy, had his shoes shined twice a day and tipped the man who shined them a quarter every time he saw him. He gave the drummers in the bar room big, black cigars and no child ever got by him without a nickel at least, to take home to show mamma and then he

wrote checks, got them cashed and disappeared. Quite in the regulation manner, but just there the story stopped being a story and real facts. The country marshal followed his man, caught up with him, arrested him and in just about a week's time Get Rich Quick Wallingford will be in the penitentiary with his brothers, the rest of the crooks, and he won't get out till he's done his full stretch of time, either. They never do in real life the real Walling-; fords. And some day, some ten years or so from now, poor Get Rich Quick vvill go back to Broadway dead broke. He'll look for some of his old friends. Where will they be? In jail or in some penitentiary, or hiding from some country town sheriff somewhere never on Brodway the Get Rich Quick people don't stay where the lights are bright for long. They can't poor things, poor, warp- ' ed, blinking, cross-eyed things nobody will let them, and poor Get Rich Quick Wallingford will have to eo down to the East Side and he'll borrow a dollar here and a half dollar there, and his shoes will get the worse for wear and his eyes will lose theeir bold stare and be furitive, and his fine ! clothes will be all gone and he'll be ; delighted to have some one give him "the makings" of a cheap cigarette. Some night he'll turn up on Broadway again outside one of the smart restaurants he liked so well once. He'll be begging for a quarter or a dime or a nickel, anything he can get, and ten chances to one some "jay" he tried to fool will give the price of a night's lodging and he'll slink away in a tremor of relief, for he's fallen on ' hard days, poor Wallingford the hardest kind of days, the sort of days that he knew all the time, behind all his bluster and brag and spending, were waiting for him down there, when the road turned the wrong way for him, .

THE POWERFUL BUG

Lecture by Dennie.

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Slides by Williams.

Oh look who's here. Old Santa Claus. He seems to be traveling along on a pos-tage stamp. No, Uncle Sam has not put out a new series of

stamps. This is just an out-line drawing; of the 1913 Red Cross Christmas seal. Nearly everybody knows about Red Cross seals. They are issued by the

American Red Cross and are sold in nearly every city and town in the United States. They bring one cent each and the money is used to fight tu-ber-cu-lo-sis. The money from these seals is paying nurses and building hos-pitals, and fresh air camps,

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and paying for helpful books on tu-ber-cu-lo-sis which are sent to families where tome one is sick with consumption. The scr's are placed on the

backs of letters and on packages sent by mail or express. They will be on sale for several weeks before C h r i s t ni as in your city. You should plan now to use lots of them.

Every time you buy a Red Cross seal, you fire a bullet at con-sumption. How n any bullets ar- you going to fire this winter? The Indiana Association for th Study and Prevention of Tuberculosis.

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thp crooked, cruel, crafty, stupid inevitable road. Every time he threw a five dollar piece on the bar and told the barkeeper to "keep the change," he knew that road was turning somewhere out there in the dark for him. Every time he made some poor, half-straved preacher in some poor little struggling church think Wallingford had dropped from t he skies, till the check came back from the bank, he knew it and half wished the bank account was real so he wouldn't have to fool the preacher so badly. Every time he talked some poor school teacher into investing the money she had been years saving in one of his paper schemes, he say the road, twisting there before him ahead

and shuddered down to the depths of his coward's soul. Poor, shifty, scheming, planning, bragging, lying, cheating Get Rich Quick Wallingford and all his tribe and brethren. I'd rather be the "jay" he has so much fun fooling. I'd rather be the poor teacher crying herself to sleep when she found out that all her work and self-sacrifice, ail her dream? ing of a home somewhere in the country in modest plenty, were in vain. I'd rather be anybody than Wallingford even if he did get rich quick for a while. Wouldn't you? It's always for such a little while, isn't it. They never stay rich, somehow, those Get Rich Quick people. Every time I see one of them I wonder if there isn't something in the old superstition about money that is ill got

ten it turned to dust, they used to say, in your very hands. Where did it all go, Mr. Wallingford, that fortune you and your smooth, smirking partner made bogus mining stock. I saw you In a hotel corridor the other day; you were trying to louk rich yet; but that suit of yours wasn't quite the latest cut and hadn't those very shiny shoes been half-soled a time or so? You didn't, dine at the hotel, I noticed. You just registered there. Did you slip around the corner to the dairy restaurant, and tip the waitress a nickel, just to save your face? And you walk now. Better for the health, didn't I hear you say? Where's the shiny red machine of yours? Why, you could hear the toot of the horn a block away, only a little year ago, and where are they now, all the neat, prosperous, bright-eyed persons who flocked around you and laughed at your meanest joke, a little, little, year ago Gone with your money gone with the aroma of prosperity. Gone, Wallingford, like the hopes of the poor fools you have laughed at. Gone, like the clear conscience yo uhad before

you began this miserable Get Rich j Quick business. Gone, gone and you

are going, Wallingford, going fast. I on't send your card up to me and tell me you met me once in some mining town and try to get an introduction to some decent folk. Y'oure past all that, Wallingford, long past you're on the road, the swift, twisting; darting road.

It won't take you long to reach the , turn of it row poor Get Rich Quick man, poor dupe of the ones you've duped what ever made you think you i could beat the groat game and keep , bratins: it for long? Fool's gold, that's what you had. , fool's Kold. and it's gone as fool's gold always goes: and now you have nothing left, nothing was it worth ' the price, do you think?

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The Vainest Woman That Ever Lived Average

By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. RE handsome men vain is that what you want to know, young woman and you ask because oh. I know why you ask. He Is handsome or you think he is. or maybe h thinks he is and brother has warned you against him and mothtr says he thinks too much of himself, and you're afraid and so Well, now I don't know whether this particular handsome man is vain or not but if he isn't he a freak of nature there never was a man on earth, handsome or ugly, who wasn't vain. The vainest woman who ever kept you waiting for an hour while she settled her ribbons and dabbed on Just a bit more powder is a modest violet compared to the average man ugly or plain. Haven't you noticed that Open your eyes, friends open your eyes. I,ook at that bow-legged little man with the faded eyes let's see, about fifty odd. isn't he? Pretty heavy to be out in such a sun. don't you think? See him look at the ladles old. young, pretty, ugly they are all of interest to him and he thinks he's of Interest to every one of them. The Queen of Sheba could step down off her throne and tell the fat little man that she was dying of love for him. and he wouldn't be a bit surprised not he. He'd just sparkle his tired eyes and twist his faded mustache and look as much like a conquering hero as he could and never wonder once what asylum the lady had escaped from. Once I lived in the house with a poor little man crippled, a dwarf, hideously ugly and so weak and ill that you couldn't look at him without pity. There were several other girls in the same house and we all felt sorry for the poor little distorted fellow and we made it a point to be unusually nice to him till we found out that he was worried to death for far some of us would commit suicid for love of him. Since that time I have nver count-

Is a Modest Violet Compared to the Man.

ed on the shrinking modesty of a man of any age, condition or state of mind. The forewoman in the factory down there she's handsome, capable, clever, well dressed, good she gets a fine salary as salaries go ask iier about it. She'll tell you that every other man .a the factory has asked her to marry him young fellows getting half her wijies, old men about to be laid on uie shelf and every T: of them wait uitoi;ish-d thai she didn't chortle with joy at the idea of giving up her good salary and going to work washing uithes tor a man not half as clever or a & to,d or as good as she is. Yam - .s cur man vain? if he Isn't he cli. tj go mehere and take tickets i.r tiding on exhibition, for he is a suangtr in a strange world and that's the truth, troni my point of observation. SEE H.M WINCE. Vain iiitu vain! Just tell a man you know that another man is good looking, and see him wince. Tell blm that another man has fine eyes, and watch i him shudder, and warn yon against 1 the other man. Tell him that you think; he is the handsotneet man that ever ; lived and see how faintly he Will deny i the sweet accusation. It doesn't make j a bit of difference whether be'i handi some or not, re s vain'anyway; so I wouldn't pay much attention to that. ; Dear fellow, how tan he help being vain with all the ladies telling him in word and out of them how dearly they would love to have him like them just a little. And at that he's probably something , to be proud of if he's a real man for an earnest te eker tor 1 ruth never forget-this. A decent man is a pretty decent sort of thing, and well worth the loving day and night, and always and ever, even it he is vain just a bitLet him be vain if he'll just be good and kind ami generous aud steadlast and ho;;e.-t and courageous and gentle, and that what the majority of men really try to be, 1 believe, and ; really arc, too, mos,t of thm, so what' the difference?

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