Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 38, Number 275, 26 September 1913 — Page 3

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, FRIDAY, SEPT. 26, 1913

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Married Life ! thSlecond Year By BABEL HERBERT URNER.

"D iON'T you want to put this in?" Holding up a tiny white pique coat. Helen who was on her knees before her half-packed trunk, looked up wearily. "Why mother, do you think Winifred ; will need that? You know I am taking the one with the embroidered collar." "But this is lighter, and it will soon j be Tery warm out home." ' 'Tery well; Just lay it there. I'll put ' it In this tray." ! It was almost five now; Helen had been packing all day. Tomorrow would j ; be Wednesday the day they had planned to start. Her mother's trunk was j already packed, but Helen had still j much to do. : It was bard to get both herself and ! the baby ready for a visit, even though '. the visit was to her mother's home. It ' was hard to decide what to take, just J ; what they would need especially as i i she did not know how long they would ; stay. I Warren's gruff "stay as long as you i I want," had determined her to stay Ion- j : ger than the two weeks she had first i ! planned. Was his attitude of indifference about this trip an assumed one? Or did he not really care? Helen was constantly asking herself this. m She longed for some sign of concern on his part, but he was cooly disinterested. It was true he had spent more time with the baby in the last few days, but to Helen herself, he had reamed even more indifferent than usual. KELPING BACK THE TEARS. And this last day, as Helen put away his laundry and straightened out his clothes so that all his things might be inorder when she left, there was a lump in her throat, and the tears were hard to keep back. She knew she did not want to go. She knew, already that every hour she would be away from him would be an hour of longing to return. Already she anticipated her heart-aching homesickness. And yet she had gone too far in her preparations to give up the trip now. This would be their last evening together, and she looked forward to his homecoming with painful eagerness. Surely, there would be some tenderness in his attitude toward her tonight. It was after six when he came. She heard him speak to her mother in the hall, but she did not go out to meet him. She would wait until he came In to her. j She was still kneeling by the trunk and with trembling fingers re-arrangi-lng seme things in the tray when he j came to her door. "Hello there! Almost packed?" I She nodded. "Almost, I've only a j few more of the baby's things to put i in now."' j If he would only come over and kiss j jher! If he would only say something j ito show her that he would be lonely j while she was gone. She heard Wini- j fred coo as he took her up. j "How's my babykins? No no, you! musn't put everything in your mouth, i My, what a greedy little kitten!" j LOVE FOR BABY. NONE FOR HER. Helen bowed her head on the trunk. He had love for the baby, but not for j her. i He played with Winifred for several 'moments and then went to his own .room to freshen up for dinner. Helen 'hesitated and then followed htm. He was standing before his dresser in his ehirt sleeves, his head thrown back, ibuttoning his collar. His strong, well jknit body never showed to better advantage. It was ttftracteristic of him that he did not turn when she entered. Helen watched him in silence, as he selected a tie and adjusted it carefully. It pulled up his Buspenders, and Anally turned around with an inquiring: "Well?" "I wanted to show you about your things, dear, so you will know where they are when I am gone. Here, I've jput a few of your summer shirts in this drawer. You'll probably need them in a week or so. The rest here," opening his closet, "on this shelf. l!When you're through with your winter shirts you can put these in the drawer , where they will be easier to get at. lAnd your low shoes are here on this ehelf. I wanted to put that heavy overcoat away, it takes up so much room, tout I was afraid there might be a few fcold days""yet." "Nonsense, not this late. I'll not fwant that again." "Then I'll put it away in camphor before I go. And here's your panama jln this box. You will have to have it cleaned and pressed. And there" going back to the chiffonier, "here are arour summer socks. Now I think (hat's all. You know where everything jelse is." "All right, indifferently going over o the dresser again and slipping on bis vest and coat. ''WARREN" SHE CALLED TO HIM. Helen was standing uncertainly by the door. "Warren!" "Well, what is it?" "Nothing, only you, you know I'm troing away tomorrow." "Well, what of that? You want to go, (flon't you? "Oh. yes, only " r S'MA TTER POP

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By DOROTHY DIX. LOOK at this picture, girls. It shows a maiden trying to solve the problem that confronts many of you the problem of whether it is better to be an old man's darling or a young man's slave. All the worldly wise old women, with hard faces and keen eyes, say to the girls: "Take the old man. What does it matter if he is fat and baldheaded, and has a figure built after the similitude of a bay window, and if the touch of his hand makes your flesh creep, and the heavy tramp of his feet coming toward you makes you want to take to the tall timbers? What if his conversation makes you yawn yourself to death? "He can give you automobiles and a fine house, and imported clothes, and trips to Europe, and everything to make life easy and soft. Love? Pooh! Nice to read about in books and to see in plays on the stage, but it won't pay bills, my dear, nor keep you from being shabby and poor. Romance? You leave that at the altar, anyway, so why pay an extravagant price for it? Believe me, my child, that all husbands are alike as soon as the honeymoon wanes, and then a woman's happiness in life depends on what sort of an establishment she has got." So say the worldly wise old women, and the girl listens to their words because she craves the good things they enumerate. She would like to roll about in her limousine. She would like to have her opera box, and wonderful gowns and ropes of pearls, and diamond tiaras. She would like to travel and see her picture in smart society journals, and she knows that she has "Only what?" Silence. "Well what on earth are you sniffling about?" "Nothing," turning away, her face still averted. "Are you ready for dinner? I think Delia is putting it on the table now." When Women Knew Not Golf. A correspondent sends the Glasgow Herald some anecdotes of that period, not so louse ago, when women knew nothing of golf. One lady, making sympathetic conversation at dinner, said to a keeaj golfer: "1 often see you in your red coat. Do you need many dogs to play golf?" A younger lndy said she knew exactly how the game was played. "They get what they call a caddier to hunt about in the grass till they find a round stone, and then they hit it into a rabbit hole." A third lady, who had evidently enjoyed a nearer view of the game, said: "It is played by two men. One is a gentleman and the other is a common man. The common man sticks n ball on a lump of dirt, and the gentleman knocks it off!" Westminster Gazette. 1 " t :

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Old Man's Darling

just to say one little word and all ' these things will be hers. j Her head assents to what the wise women say, but not her heart. That' cries out for some slim youth with the t curl of boy-hood still in his crisp hair, i with his efes full of dreams and his I pockets empty, whose lightest touch j thrills her from head to foot, and the I sound of whose step coming toward ( her is the music of the spheres to her j ears. I But this is a practical age, when j even Cupid has to take account of the ! high cost of living, and so the girl is j torn between the temptation of love and plenty. Which shall it be the j old man who can give her a shopping ticket, or the young man who can give j her little but romance? Which shall it ' be, bread and cheese and kisses, or j truffles and champagne and bare toler- j ance? ) Take the young man, girls, the poor j young man and love, rather than the j old man without love, although every j hair on your elderly suitor's head be ; strung with diamonds. Marriage, at j best, is no picnic. It is a strenuous . undertaking, full of trials and tribula-' tions and troubles, and the only thing ! on earth that can gild its fetters and j make it endurable is love. j You never know how cranky a hu-1 man being can be, and how many of : the fifty-seven different varieties of i frantics and weaknesses he or sh can j possess until you are married to the j said imperfect party, and nothing but j seeing this individual enveloped in a ' halo of tenderness keeps you out of the divorce court. Marriage without j love and without romance is a hell on ; earth, and the whole Standard Oil ! crowd combined haven't got enough By GARRETT J. SERVISS. THE dreamers of wars and battles still keep the lead in the development of the new head of achievement that the conquest of the air has opened for human ingenuity. One of the latest military devices, in which the sustaining property of the air plays a chief part, is a German invention for revealing the position and movements of an enemy's forces during the night. The apparatus is called a "projectile light-projector." It consists of a special form of projectile, which can be fired from a field gun, at a high elevation and which is furnished with a parachute that begins to open as soon as the projectile, having attained the sum mit of its flight, commences to descend. Then an automatic device causes the ignition of inflammable material, which is so arranged that it continues to emit a powerful light for a considerable time. After the first explosion the light burns steadily in a receptable under the descending parachute, and, being projected by lenses

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money to pay anybody for going through a life-time of it. The girl who marries for a home or for the luxuries some man can give her has no right to draw her skirts away from any woman of the street. She has sold herself just as truly as any of that sorrowful sisterhood, and with less excuse. Moreover, no woman earns her living in a harder way than she who marries fcr it and who must make all of the inevitable sacrifices of matrimony, not through love which sweetens them but because it is her duty as a wife. Also remember this, j?irls, that the old proverb's theory that being an old man's darling is a sinecure was evidently first propounded by a doddering old widower trying to marry a debutante. It is a misleading guide to go by. The rich old man is willing to dress his pretty young wi up like a friends, but beyond her millinery no fine doll and show her off before his one need envy the old man's darling her luck. Old people are almost invariably tyrannical, and set in their ways, and narrow, and selfish, and opinionated, and to these unamiable qualities the old husband invariably and justifiably adds jealousy. The young wife of an old man earns all she gets by putting up with the crabbedness of age, by having all of her actions spied upon, and by having to nurse the rheumatism and the gout when she would like to be enjoying the pleasure that belong to her age. Look at the young wives of old men that you know, the girls who have married for money. Is there one happy looking among them all? Did you ever see wearier, more bored looking

"Projectile Light-Projector

or reflectors in a broad cone, illuminates the country beneath sufficiently to reveal the features of the topography, and any marcliing of troops or planting of batteries that the enemy may be conducting under cover of the darkness. In the accompanying ideal illustratio'n the light-producing projectile has been fired from a gun on an elevation over a neighboring valley, and the cone of light from the descending parachute reveals to the watcher the movements of an army corps in the distance. ITS ADVANTAGES. The advantages claimed for this invention is that, unlike a fixed searchlight, it gives to the enemy no clue to the real position of their foe, for the gun, after firing the projectile, can quickly be shifted to another point, and so the actual source from which the revealing light originates cannot be bombarded by them, as a searchlight could be. Then, too, the illumination is better distributed, being cast from overhead, and lighting up, uniformly, a broad extent of country. It is proposed to employ a similar

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faces? They do not look alert and alive as working women look. They have not the smiling contented faces that the wives of so many poor men have. You see these women have found out what a terrible thing it is to have nothing but money, and how little money really buys. It doesn't take you long to getall you can eat and wear, and then the purchasing power of money stops. It won't buy you love, nor a single solitary thrill, nor brighten by one degree the dreary, soggy, endless evenings that you spend tete-a tete with a husband whose society bores you to extinction. Marry the man you love, girls, the man who interests you, the man of whom you never tire, the man with whom you have every thought and sympathy in common, thought he be as poor as a church mouse. Youth calls to youth, you must match enthusiasm with enthusiasm, hope with hope. You must enjoy the same things, like to do the same things, to have any comradeship, and comradeship between husband and wife makes the only enduring tie. It is the only thing that bringsg happiness. Better is a dinner cf herbs that two happy young hearts can laugh over than a dinner at Delmonico's with an old gourmet whose jaded palate nothing can tickle. Better a Harlem flat with love than a Fifth avenue palace and an empty heart and an empty life. Besides, girls, it's lots more fun to help a young husband make a fortune than it is to spend an old husband's money. Marry the young man and may Heaven bless you, but Heaven never blesses the union of May and December.

Invented form of illuminating parachute by dropping it from a passing aeroplane. As its light is all cast downward there would be no illumination of the aeroplane, which could quietly glide away after dropping its parachute. This would, perhaps, be a better way to employ the device than by firing the apparatus from a gun. There would be no noise to betray the location of the source of the light, and it would suddenly burst out overhead like a huge meteor. The element of mystery might also have its effect in shaking the nerves of the enemy, thus suddenly brought into plain view while their foes remained concealed and invisible. The apparatus can be made to work without noise, when not fired from a gun, for the simple automatic opening of the parachute may be C2u?ed to set the light-producing machinery in action. A half dozen aeroplanes furnished with such parachutes and hovering over the field where an enemy is suspected to be manoeuvring on a dark night could, by dropping one light after another .produce an illumination

A REAL GIRL

T J Hl.N tho present-day American lf girl finally weds. I say finally, because she is accused of having many "affaires de coeur," before she decides upon the one. she is fitted to know her own mind. These affairs have been harmless flirtations, which are the salt of every day life and ginger in the pudding of commonplace existence. Naturally a girl who continually ; flirts, cheapens herself in the eyes of the world, but "our" girl knows that a little coquetry goes a long way toward brightening dreary days and keeping young. So she indulges in this harmless little game, and 'consequently grows to know many types of men. When the American girl becomes a bride and helps to make her own home j she exerts every effort to make it a j home in every sense of the word. She j uses good judgment in selecting dra- , peries, rugs and pictures that are to J become part of her daily life. Rather j of the landscape beneath brighter than ! that of a full moon, while they themselves would be concealed in the contrasted darkness above. A few bombs let fall into the Illuminated field would produce consternation and disorder even if no direct damage was done. A WONDERFUL AGENT. Similarly, a fortified position could be protected against a night assault by an occasional illuminating parachute, either fired from a gun or dropped from a scouting aeroplane. Fixed searchlights on the fortification would be subjected to bombardment, being always visible, while it would be practically impossible to hit a falling and swaying parachute. The advocates of universal peace may find their account in this invention, too, for it js another of the things which will render war less desirable by making it more difficult and costly to conduct. The Unpardonable Lack By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. NXIOUS writes me: A "I am deeply in love with a - young man two years my senior but do not care for his disposition; namely, when in company he is bashful about assisting me in putting on my wraps. Otherwise he is passable." In other words, he is steady, industrious, of good morals, capable, agreeable and altogether desirable. "Otherwise he is passable" may mean nothing less. But when other girls' escorts spring nimbly forth like monkeys to adjust a wrap on a girl's shoulders, or make her feel like a queen by falling on bended knee to adjust an overshoe, this man stands bashful and ill at ease. No doubt he is so awkward and ill versed in these little arts of the cavalier that if he attempted to assist ivith a girl's wrap he gets it on upside down and puts the left overshoe cn the right foot. All serious crimes in the eyes of a girl who is young, very young, and who judges men as if she were still a child in a toy shop where the brightest, and never the best, appeals to her No child selects a toy for its lasting qualities. It is a tragedy when she reaches woman's estate and acts on the same juvenile impulse In selecting a husband. GALANTRY'S LIMIT. Gallantry is pleasing, and the woman is never so old to whom it does APPEARS HERE IN RECITAL, SEPT. 30

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NOT A MYTH

a few good and pUa.v.-i, ...i.rs than an overcrowded house of junk, which represent money rather than thought. She is interested in affairs outside of the home. Enjoys reading and discussing current topics with her hutband and. above all else, is a womanly woman. She is democratic and wishes to be good friends with her newly-acquainted relatives, as well as her husband's friends. By her tact and knowledge of men she is able to keep her husband a constant lover through their whole married life. I"ery-day annoyances do not noticeably disturb her. and she is equally at home on the tennis court or la the kitchen. This girl may sound like a myth to you. But she really exists, and is the wholesome creature eight out of every ten little brides are. who is sufficiently intelligent and old enough to know when she has found the right i man. not appeal. But she should learn with her years to discriminate between it as a means and as an end. It Is a means to win a girl's pleasure; here! are men who make it the end of all attention they yap women. They are quick to assist a fir! with ' her rubbers, but that requires none of the self-sacrifice which must be made to make life's pathway smooth for her feet. They are punctilious in the adjustment of her wraps before they don their own. but this is no assurance that they will protect her from the elements if that protection incurs the sacrifice of one jot of ther own comfort. A man who is so observant of these little attentions that he keeps apace with the fashions and can adjust the most intricate of shoulder wraps without a blunder is known as a ladies man in comparison with whom the man who can't tell the outside of an opera cloak from the inside, nor the downside from the up. appears the boor. But. my dear girl. life is neither a ball nor a cloak room, and no wife ever returned broken-hearted to her father's home, or sought fierce redress in the divorce courts whose story of wrongs was based on the failure of her husband to assist her in putting on her rubbers. ONLY ADORNMENTS. All these little arts are adornments ; snd it is nt my wish to decry them. On the contrary. I wish every man were more gallant. Dut lasting happiness has no more to do with them 1 than it has to do with the suit of ! clothes the bridegroom wore to the altar. That he was a paragon of fashion on that great day, doesn't renew the fuel of love in the years to come. "Otherwise he is passable." My dear girl, if that means all it implies that heis steady, honest, of good principles, intelligent, kind, industrious and true, accept him the first time he offers his heart and hand. Love has a way, all unconsciously to the man, of making the rudest of his sex the most gracious. Out of this man's love for you will develop every little courtesy his manners now lack. That is, if you do not nag him about bis short-comings, trusting this work of transformation to the grace-developing power of Love. National Baths, lie was a gentleman who was ta Washington as a minister representing the popular conception, never Kay the wrong thing. They are believed to be the delicacy of language and the finesse of vocabulary. This particular diplomat entered an uptown barber shop in Washington and got a share after he had explained what he wanted in words which were more full of accent than of fluency. "Now. sir," said the barber briskly, "can't we give yon a Turkish bath." "No-o-o!" replied the man from Honduras, with some hesitation. "You see. I'm no no Turk." Popular Magazine. Pfants and EUctricity. The idea of growing plants by electricity has been referred to as the "last cry" in gardening and floriculture; but. as a matter of fact, the idea is nearly a couple of centuries old. As long ago as 1747 electricity, as an aid to plant j cultivation, was adrocated by a writer in the old Gentleman's Magazine, who I mentioned the astounding results he J bad achieved from electrifying a myr tle seventeen times. London Tit-Bits. A Thackaray Slip. Thackeray asked Lowell to point oat candidly any error of Queen Anne English in the novel "Henry Esmond." Lowell asked if people used at that time the phrase "different to." "Ilang It alir cried Thackeray. "Ne, of course they didn'L" Draws tha Lin Ther. "All the world loves a lover," quoted the wise guy. "Yes. but it hates to buy wedding presents for him." added the simple mug. Philadelphia Hecord. Bv C. Payne