Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 46, 4 January 1916 — Page 7

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, TUESDAY, JAN. 4, 1916

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The Unchastened Woman

"Why do you always He these days?" asked Hildegarde, wearily'. Neither of them recognized the simple fact that In a world-old triangle where a man and his wife and "the other woman'-' form the separat angles that individuals must be, lying becomes at once a necessity and a protection. r-it it is generally the woman he fears who gets either the mercy or the propritiation of lies, while the woman he loves must enduri as much of the truth as he dare have the relief of telling without too much risk of losing. So Lawrence replied virtuously. "I never lied to you."

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had passed so quickly we were-there ever so much sooner than we bad expected. Answers to Correspondents. Berenice King. Chicago. 111., writes that she has a little poodle dog just like the little dog we used in "The Girl of Yesterday." In one of my articles, "Animals in Pictures," I told an amusing little anecdote about this little fluffy dog. we called "Miss Powder Puff." A friend of mine in California became so attached to him that when we left there I gave him to her to keep until I returned. He is a very saucy little fellow and had so little regard for my new winter hat that he came walking in with the bird in bis mouth that he had torn off the crown.

The Sandman Story For Tonight

Sketches from Life

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By Temple

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Tearful, because she cried so often. .

Her mother told her one day that!

she would melt away in tears if she cried so often. . Tearful did not take warning or hed her mother's words of wisdom and kept on crying just the same. One morning she was crying as she walked along to school because she wanted to stay at home .when she no

ticed a frog hopping along beside her. "Why are you looking for me?" she asked, looking at him through her tears. "Because you will Boon form a pond around you with your tears," replied the frog, "and I have always wanted a pond to myself." "I shall not make any pond for you,"

said Tearful, "and I do not want you following me, either." The frog continued to hop along beside her, and Tearful stopped crying and began to run, but the Irog hopped faster, and she could not get away from him, so she began to cry again. At last she was so tired she sat on a stone by the roadside crying all the time. "Go away, you horrid green frog," she said. "No," replied the frog, "I shall soon have my pond now." Tearful cried harder than ever then, she could not see, her tears fell so fast and by and by she heard a splashing sound. She opened her eyes and saw water all around her. She was on a' small island in the middle of the pond. The frog hopped

out of the pond, making a terrible

grimace as he sat down beside her.

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"That is right, keep on smiling," said the frog. "The pond i3 smaller already," and he stood up on his hind legs and began to dance for joy. Tearful laughed again. "Oh you are

so funny," she said, "I wish I had your

even with such a pleasant companion as you were.!' "Look out for tears, then," said the frog as he hopped away. Tomorrow's story "Tiny and the Jar of Seeds."

of the ablest of European diplomats. He conducted the diplomatic correspondence with Italy up to the time of the break between the two powers and the entrance of Italy Into the war.

"I hope you are satisfied," said Tear-' picture. I never saw a frog dance be-

"Is that really the truth?"

Hildegarde. "Why, yes!" "Why did you say I was in Westchester?" A loving woman denlos suspicion as long as she dares. To entertain doubt is to entertain misery. But when she feels herself the dupe of her own love and folly, she is clever enough to suspect, almost more than the less adroit masculine mind could conceal. "I didn't know where you had gone to; and replied Lawrence uneasily, knowing that he could not quite follow Hildegarde's mental process. "Didn't you say I'd gone to Westchester because you were afraid that Mrs. Knolys would be jealous of your spending an evening alone with me?" asked the wife quietly, attributing by that very question a certain cruel dignity to Mrs. Knolys's position. I-awrence looked at her wonderlngli. "What have you got in your head?" he asked. "I had to say something to get out of things. Then I come home and find vour bag packed. Where are you going?" "I think it best I go away a little while," replied Hildegarde sadly. "Away? Where to?" "I haven't decided. I was going to leave a note for you; but Michael just came back from Emmy's room and told me you were here. So I " But Michael's name was the fuse to (ouch Lawrence off. "Michael! Do you know what he's

doing? And just now, of all times? When everything depends on Mr. Knolys?" "Yes. I advised him," replied Hildegarde quietly.

Larry Telephones a lie and Hildegarde hears him

asked

The time had gone by when she was thinking of Lawrenc alone. Her husband faced her in amazement. After all, their interests were still united but it appeared to be only

of Emmy and Michael that his wife was thinking. "Hildegarde, suppose what Mrs. Knolys said about Emily is true?" Hildegarde turned sharply. "Larrie!" "Well, I said, suppose it's true?" "It's not. . . . and even if it were she's not the one. to make theaccusation." "Why not? What's in your mind? Krellin's been saying things." "Oh, no." "I know it. Why, just a moment ago he said I was afraid to meet Mr. Knolys." "Afraid? Why, Lawrence?" "He thinks that I" In a level tone, Hildegarde interrupted: "That you what?" Lawrence felt hemmed in and given no quarter. If Hildegarde had cried, if she had turned upon him angrily, if she had shown any sign of weakness, the situation would have been so much easier to handle. But he did not know whether her coldness was the lassitude of pain or the unbroken ice of sheer indifference. And then, with a sudden recklessness, he knew that nothing mattered, nothing except the urgent necessity ot setting himself right with the woman whose love he needed more than anything else en earth. He felt the need of plain speech of explaining himself without reservation to Hildegarde.

"He thinks that I've forgotten you. Oh, I don't care what he thinks happened except that I don't want you to get wrongheaded. I thought at least you would understand. There's not a thing I've C le that anybody can question." He came toward Hildegarde easerly, but she evaded him by the very simplicity with which she accepts

ful, "you have your pond, why don't

you stay in it?" "Stop! stop!" cried the frog, hopping about excitedly, "you will have a flood

if you keep on crying." Tearful saw the water rising around her so she stopped a minute. "What shall I do?" she asked. "I cannot swim and I will die if I have to stay here,"

and then she began to cry again

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"You have a slate under your arm," said the frog. "Why don't you draw a picture of me?" The frog picked up a stick and stuck it in the ground, and then he leaned on it with one arm, or front leg, and crossing his feet he stood very still. Tearful drew him in that position.

and then he kicked up his legs as if

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The frog hopped up and down in i he were dancing, and she tried to draw

"That's ambiguous Larrie. But I shan't question you." "I mean that anybody can't investigate. I've never really lied to you, have I?" ' "No, not lied exactly just disguised things to make it easier for me," said the woman, very wearily. . When a loving woman finds that a man is living his life as he chooses and telling her as much about it as he chooses to have her know, the pain

of the half truth is increased by the wounded pride that suffers partly from what it knows, partly from what it suspects and partly because tolerant acceptance of what it does know has been taken for granted, together with blindness that should not see as far as all the truth. After all, it goes back to the simple, old basic attitude of all humanity: "If you're going to make a fool for me, don't be fool enough to let me find it out." The whole thing had come suddenly to seem pitifully not worth while to Hildegarde. And she expressed it in her tired acceptance of things as they were. To Be Continued.

front of her waving his front legs and

telling her to hush. "If you would only stop crying," he said, "I might be able to help you, but I can not do a thing if you cover me with your salt tears." Tearful listened and promised she would not cry if he would get her away from the island. "There is only one way that I know of," said the frog, "you must smile; that will dry the pond and we can es

cape.

him that way, but it was not a very

good likeness. "I had never thought I looked as bad as these pictures," replied the frog. Tearful looked around her. "Why where is the pond?" she asked; "it is gone." "I thought it would dry up if you would only smile," said the frog, "and I think both of us have learned a lesson. I shall never again wish for a

pond of my own. I should be lonely

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"But I do not feel like smiling." said without my companions, and then it

Tearful, and her eyes filled with tears j might be salt just as. this one was. again. And you suely will never cry over lit"Look out." said the frog, "you will tie things agin, for you see what

surely be drowned in your own tears j might happen to you, and then you

if you cry again."

Tearful began to laugh

That would

be queer, wouldn't it, to be drowned

in my own tears," she said.

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look so much prettier. smiling."

"Porhono T An" snid Tearful. "How

ever, I feel much happier smiling, and I c na correspondence with Secretary I do not want to be on an island again I of State Lansing, is. considered one

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MY CHUM AND I

Requests for the address of Mary Pickford have come to the office. Address letters to 270 Riverside Drive, New York.

Into every girl's life there comes a chum, one in whom she can confide all of her little troubles, her ambitions and her interests. Mine came to me when I was very young, and offered me the deepest love and the tenderest

companionship in the world. She was my mother. ' I tell every one my toother has discovered the secret of eternal youth; and how we loved her for her fortitude and her youthful spirit which is always buoying us up. There are many times when I am so weary from overwork or perhaps a little disappointed in the outcome of a picture that I

have a feeling it is I who must protect her instead of her comforting and cud

dling me. Confidence in Mctner.

Only today some one asked me how

it was mother had our whole-souled

confidence. I answered without hesitancy, "She has never made us afraid of her." It is true. If we had ever

done anything 'wrong when we were children, we knew we could go and climb up in our mother's lap to con

fess, and there, would be no dire punishment awaiting us. . The very fact

we saw it grieved her stood for as

much of a lesson as we needed, and

I have grown up with the knowledge

that there was nothing I need ever hide from my mother. I could always depend upon her love to help me out

of the shadows and into the sunlight Games on the Road.

.L,ater, traveling on tne road, we used to call our mother "the little general." That was because, when we w-ere fagged out from our day's workand there were many blocks to walk back to our hotel, mother would

try to interest us in. the game of play

ing soldiers. Singing march music as we went along, keeping time, calling herself the general, Jack the captain and Lottie and I the soldiers, she made a wonderful game for us. She would have us form a line and keep

in step one, two .three, four follow

ing her down the street, cheered by the gay little march time tune she was singing. How we would laugh as we stumbled over each other, and how we loved to pretend v.e were afraid of the severe little general! Then, Io, and behold! we had reached

feel just years older than mother. I j the door of our hotel and the time

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