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1 Maria Thompson Daviess
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(Continued)
of plenty is in America, and
she will give to France."
And here sat great strong Roberta,
the Marquise of Grez and Bye, hold
ing in the hollow ot her arm a beau
tiful American woman who had her
self contrived a monstrous plan to iet
a quantity of the lifeblood of Franco
to turn into gold for her own vain
uses. If to throttle her then and
there with my bare strong lipids had
Insured the great big needful mules
to France and saved the honor of my
gouverneur of the state of Harpeth
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"We'll do it for France together, boy
and my uncle, the General Robert, I
think I might have had a great
temptation to administer that death
to her, but instead I held her now
closer in my arm, and 1 began to
plot her death in any other way I
cQUId discover, so that her intrigue
should die with her.
"Of a truth beautiful madam, the
poor old uncle, the General Robert,
must not be allowed to interfere with
such a beautiful plan as you have for
supplying those very fine strong
mules from the s ate of Harpeth to
poor struggling France, and I will
Join with you in convincing the
stupid Gouverneur Faulkner that
such must not be the case. You will
direct me, will you not? I am very
ycung. and I have but so lately come
to this land that I do not know. I do
not feel exactly what you call at
home." And X spoke again with be
seeching humiliiy.
"We'll do iLfor France together,!
boy," she whispered as she turned in
mr arm and pressed herself against !
my raven attire above my heart.
Just at this lovely moment, when;
the beautiful Madam Whltworth had
thrown herself into my arms and I
had been obliged by my cunning to
hold her there instead of flinging her
to the floor, as I naturally desired,
there ariived at the door of the room
which we were occupying with our I
plotting my tall and awful uncle, the;
Genoral Robert, and looked down j
upon us with the lightnings of a :
storm in his eyes. Then before I
could make exclamation and betray
hie presence to the lady in my arms,;
whose back was turned in his direc-j
tion. h? had disappeared. Did I be-'
tray that presence to the lady? I
did not. I decided that it would be
mwch to the advantage of the afTair
to have the lady in ignorance of his
knowledge.
"You must go now, boy," she said
at about the moment in which I
could no longer keep my dissembling
alive. "Send the governor in here to
me, for it is about the time I had
promised to dance with him. X want
to talk with him and try to make
him see some at least of this matter
in the right light. Go, and come to
me to-morrow at 4 for—for France."
1 went, and it was with much Joy
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dow to get into my lungs a very deep
supply of atmosphere and also to
take counsel with myself.
I was just preparing to step from
the window on to a balcony and de
scend when a movement of human
beings caught my eye upon the side
of that balcony.
A man stood at the rail of the bal
cony in the dim moonlight, and he
was speaking to a woman whom his
broad shoulders hid from me. The
man was tho Gouverneur Faulkner of
the state of llarpth, and in a mo
ment I discovered the Identity of the
lady with him.
"And now can't you see, you great
big.stupid man, what an opportunity
I have procured for all of you " was
the question that came in the soft
voice of the beautiful Madam Patri
cia Whitworth. "All my life I have
work-id just to get a little ease ar.d
comfort, carrying the burden of Jeff
in his incompetency strapped to my
shoulders, and now you, who know
how I've suffered and slaved, are go
ing to take it all from me when it is
just within my reach, and all from
no earthly reason than a fancied
bcrup!e of honor which that old dod
dering woman hater imposes on you.
I cannot believe that you would so
treat me." And there were sobs in
her words that were wooing and
compelling.
"I cannot do a thing that my sec
retary of state and his lawyers de
clare unconstitutional, Patricia," an
swered the voice of the Gouverneur
Faulkner, in which were notes of
pain. "You know how it pains me.
My God! Don't tempt me to —" His
voice shook as I saw the beautiful,
bare white arms of Madam Whit
worth raise themselves and go about
his neck like great white grappling
hooks from which he was unable to
defend himself.
"Am I to have nothing from life —
no ease or luxury and no—love or—"
Her voice ended in sobs as she press
ed her head down into his shoulder
as his arm folded about her to pre
vent that she should fall.
"Patricia —" the deep voice of the
strong man was beginning to say as
I was starting to spring forward in
his defense and to do—t do not know
what—when a firm grasp was laid
upon my shoulder, and I was turned
away from the window into the light
of the wide hall and found my uncle,
the General Robert, looking down in
to my flashing eyes with a great and
very cool calmness.
"Young njan," he said as he gave
to me a very powerful shake, "all
women are poison, but some are vit
rol and others just—oh, well, pare
goric. Go out there and take another
dose of that soothing syrup labeled
Susan Tomlinson before I take you
home, and you—keep--away—from
—vltrol or I'll—break—your-—hot—■
young—head! Vitriol, mind you!'
With which command my uncle, the
General Robert, strode dawn the hall
in the direction of the smoking room
and left me blinking in the lights of
the wide hall..
Then in through the window came
the Gouverneur Faulkner and the
beautiful Madam Whltworth, and
from his white face, set in sternness,
and hers, with its smile of the open
ing rose upon its red mouth, I could
not tell whether his honor had been
slain or had been spared for another
round.
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I "THEIR MARRIED LIFE"
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How shall we go down?"
"Oh, I don't care, dear," Helen
returned. She was too happy at the
prospect of a trip to Coney to worry
about how they went. Warren had
come home from the office hot and
tired and had suggested that they
go down there and have a shore din
ner. Helen had not been to Coney
Island in several years, and the
memory of her last trip lingered in
her mind.
Somehow there was a casting oft
of conventional trappings about go
ing down there. One must perforce
accept the standards of the good
natured crowd that is always to be
found at Coney and there is a cam
araderie about its unmistakable at
mosphere that is not to be found
anywhere else.
"We'll go down by boat, then: it's
coolest, and we can come back any
way we like."
Helen dressed simply in a white
linen coat and skirt. After they
Jiad started she wished vaguely that
wne had suggested asking another
couple. Four made the fun so much
better, but as Warren had not
spoken of it, she hesitated about
mentioning a change of plan, and
they secured good seats on a boat
that was not too crowded and pro
ceeded to enjoy the evening to the
full.
The trip clown was cool and the
air was refreshing. The day had
been uncomfortably warm and War
ren enjoyed everything. They had
their shore dinner, took in some
rides where Warren chuckled and
Helen screamed and were ready to
come back at 9 o'clock.
"That's what I call a regular even
ing," Warren said contentedly as
they strolled aling toward the boat.
The trip down had been so thor
oughly enjoyable that they had de
cided to return the same way and
Helen was looking forward to a
lovely cool ride in the best part of
the evening, the crowd was not too
great. Helen and Warren ensconced
themselves comfortably not far from
a party of young people filled to the
brim with life and the enthusiasm
of youth.
Helen observed the girls and boys
with keen enjoyment. It always
amused and interested her to study
human nature, and the remarks of
the crowd, although crude, were
funny in the main.
She turned to Warren after a few
minutes, smiling amusedly only to
meet his face dark as a thunder
cloud.
"What's the matter, dear?"
"Matter?" he retorted, "matter
enough. I wonder if we are going
to be forced to stand for that pack
of hoodlums all evening." .
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"They don't mean . any harm,"
said Helen pacifically, wishing that
Warren would not talk so loud.
"It's an outrage," fumed Warren.
"Enough to disgust any decent man.
We can't change our seats either
unless we want to give up places by
the rail.'.'
"Well, don't pay any attention,
dear," Helen urged. "They'll stop
when we sail."
The laughter and calling back
and forth gave way after a little
whtle to singing. Some of the
couples edged closer together, too,
and it was impossible to avoid see
ing the surreptitious skylarking go
ing on all about. Helen discreetly
avoided conversation, for Warren
looked bored and disgusted. It was
plain that the evening as far as he
was concerned was over.
"Well," he snapped as they dock
ed, and he and Helen were on their
way home. "That settles Coney for
me for a good while to come."
"I've had a wonderful evening,
dear," Helen returned brightly.
"I don't see what pleasure there
was to be gotten out of the last
part of it," Warren growled.
"They didn't bother me."
"It's disgraceful, that's what It
Is."
"But you don't look at it from
their standpoint, dear," Helen re
turned. "Most of those girls have,
no place at home to see their sweet
hearts. How else are they to do
their courting? After all, life is as
sweet for them as it is for us, only
they don't have our advantages."
"I suppose that means that you
are standing sponsor for those ac
tions."
"No, I am not, but I can excuse
them."
"It amounts to the same thing."
"Well, what they did had no pow
er to spoil my evening. Their talk
wasn't vulgar, and the rest of it was
Just youth. I don't condone It, but
I can understand It, that's all. I
think we are apt to condemn with
out considering their side of it at
all."
"You talk like an idiot," said
Warren. The truth of the matter
was that he hated to he worsted in
an argument or to be precipitated
into a discussion which offered him
no graceful loophole of escape.
"You can keep your views to
yourself," he said disagreeably, "if
you enjoy that kind of thing. I like
my amusement served up in a differ
ent manner myself."
And Helen, who had done noth
ing at all but give her .opinion on the
matter, felt as thought she had re
ceived a direct slap in the face.
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Life's Problems
Are Discussed
By MRS. WILSON WOODROW.
A FEW years ago some lover of
statistics took the trouble to
investigate at Just what stage
in the voyage of matrimony most of
the separations and divorces occur.
I cannot at present recall the exact
figures, but I know that the fifth year
stood pre-eminent In the list, and
that, too, by an overwhelming ma
jority.
That "fatal fifth year" of marriage,
as it has been called! Then.it is that
all the incompatibilities and diverg
ences and irritations and antagonisms
stem to reach their climax, and either
culminate in the divorce courts, or
are forgiven and forgotten *qr that a
fresh statt can be made, or else shade
off into that good-natured tolerance
with which so many married people
regard each other's foibles.
I have many letters from women
who confide to me the various differ
ences which have arisen between
themselves and their husbands—dif
ference# unimportant at first, but
which are now assuming proportions
which frighten them.
Here is one which is typical of a
large number: "I wag married at the
age of seventeen to a man of thirty
three. Ours was a re%l love affair
for almost two years. I have been
married five years now, have a boy of
three, and am a very happy woman.-
My husband loves his child and adores
me. We are congenial and very sel
dom disagree except on one topic.
And that is money.
"My husband claims that I am ex
travagant. and I know that he is
wrong. During the Ave years of
our married life we have had some
very bad luck. Business reverses
seemed to be our lot. And when we
wouldn't have a dollar to look for
ward to, I never complained. In fact,
he never came home discouraged that
I did not comfort him and plead with
him not to worry. More than once I
urged him to let me look for a posi
tion, but he would not hear that at
all. During all our discouragements,
though, we were happy, and always
felt that if fortune ever smiled on
us our happiness would be complete.
"Yet now that things look brighter,
and our love is as strong, perhaps
stronger, than it was during our hard
times, arguments crop up continually.
My husband says that when I see a
dollar I can't spend it quick enough.
And I reply that since I went so long
without things, mainly clothes. I want
now all the pretty things that a wom
an of my age naturally craves. Am
I wrong, and is my husband right?
Our happiness would be complete. If
only we could be enlightened so as
to reach an understanding on this
one subject."
This Is a plain case of the "fifth
year," and that *my correspondent
should be having unsettled weather
in her married life is no very sur
prising thing. What should be sur
prising would be for me or any other
outsider to succeed in straightening
out a marriage tangle. That can only
be done by an angel from heaven en
dowed with a conscience, or the two
people directly concerned.
But Just as an abstract problem in
human relations, the case is interest
ing. Here is an ideal union, husband
and. wife are devoted to each other,
their mutual love has survived dis
couragement and reverses, and Is now
further cemented by the child which
has come to them. More than that,
their lean years are apparently over,
and they are looking forward to the
fat years of plenty.-
Yet into their Rden has crawled
that same old serpent on crutches—
the dollar sign—who still alternately
woos and crushes the sons and daugh
ters of men.
Wlth every blessing that humanity
seeks—health, love, the rounded life
and prosperity—these two people find
time to squabble over a few miserable
pennies. Well, It all goes to prove
that you can't have everything, and
that, no matter how the gods dower
you, no one is satisfied.
Money! Money! The basis of nine
tenths of all the disagreements in the
world. The pocketbook certainly
marks tho line where friendship
ceasesfc But there Is more in this
matter than a mere wrangle about
money. The money question is sim
ply the outward and visible sign of
an inner dissimilarity of nature.
Temperamentally, it is beyond this
man's power to appreciate his wife's
pcint of view; temperamentally it is
impossible for her to understand his.
He has a masculine lack of com
prehension of a woman's love of pret
ty clothes; moreover, he is thirty
eight; and at thirty-eight one grows
cautious, especially when one has seen
how swiftly the winds of fortono veer
and how persistently they can blow
from an adverse corner.
She is Improvident twenty-two, tak
ing no thought of the morrow;, intent
only on gathering her roses while
| she may. She Is an Ingrained' op-
All's Well That
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Br Jane HrLcan
She was a snob and, what is more,
she gloried in'lt, Her father backed
her in everything she did, and many
of his intimate friends said that ehe
was a chlip of the old block. There
never had been anything 1 too big for
Gregory Stone to go after, and when
Gloria was born it was her father
who insisted on the name because he
wanted her to have her father's will.
Gloria's mother died when she was
still a baby, and Gregory Stone had
allowed the girl to do as she liked,
encouraging her to spend money,
and instilling the idea into her mind
that there was nothing that money
would not purchase. Gloria was
a charming little girl. She was a
hotheaded schoolgirl, and an arro
gant woman, Her father adored her,
and her friends were many, chiefly
because she was a born leader, but
in some instances because her person
ality forced interest. She had many
enemies, but no one was ever indif
ferent to her; she inspired either love
or hate almost instantly.
Strange ft) say, a streak of wild
luck seemed to follow the girl. She
never studied, but things came to
her, and without any trouble. In
cidents and people seemed to group
themselves to suit her without even
expressing a wish. Her beauty was
of a kind oalculafed to make people
turn and stare after her. She was
all color and vividness.
It happened in her later college
days that another girl of an ar
resting personality and with great
brilliancy set up a little court of her
otffi, attracting many followers.
She might have been a rival of
Glora's, but she was poor, and after
a time her little crowd of devotees
melted over to the other side. But
this girl, with nothing on her side
but what she had in herself to of
fer to the world, was the owe per
son whose presence in Gloria Stone's
life was to Influence it.
Kate Sheldon worked her way
through college and entered art
school at the same time Gloria did.
No one but the two girls them
selves ever knew that they had ever
known each other, for Gloria was a
snob and Kate did not care one
way 01* the other. But there was
Just one thing that mattened to
Gloria as well as to Kate. Both
girls were artistically inclined, and
both had more than average talent.
It wasn't until the completion be
tween all classes for the best piece
of work in any medium was of
fered that Gloria realized for the
first time that perhaps she had a
rival. Even then, her followers
laughed the Idea to scorn.
tlmlst; she has shown that by her
ability to comfort him In hours of
discouragement and her cheery ex
hortations not to worry. She has
met misfortune bravely and smiled
at lack. But now that the purse is
full she wants the strings loosened.
He, on the other hand, is a bit of
a pessimist, I fancy—lnclined to wor
ry and rather canny in regard 'to
money matters. I will make a wager
that she was born in March or April,
and he in the fall 6f the year. I
will make another wager that he is
of Scotch descent, and that she has a
strain of Irish somewhere in her
blood.
These differences of disposition are
the very things that have drawn
them together and also they are the
very things that are driving them
apart. If they go on discussing this
question, there is no possibility of
their agreeing; for neither can ever
hope to see the matter from the
other's standpoint. There is only one
way to meet any problem that cornea
to any of us in life. And that is, to
look a tit from a detached angle, to
eliminate for the time being all senti
ment, and to bring to bear upon it
all the go"A plain commonsense that
one is capable of.
Apart from its other phases, mar
riage Is a business partnership. This
must be so, because money has to be
provided and disbursed by the two
people contracting It. And since
money is the cause of so many dis
agreements, these can be practically
obviated by applying to the use of It
the ordinary partnership rules and
regulations that obtain in business.
In a business firm the senior part
ner might regard the junior partner
as wasteful and extravagant in hi*
private expenditures: but so long as
those expenditures did not affect the
resources and credit of the firm, the
senior would have no right to protest
and would never think of so doing.
If the same system were inaugu
rated in married life, it would be
pretty sure to eliminate disputes and
arguments down to the vanishing
point. The husband and wife might,
after a thorough discussion of all re
sources, budget the rumlly income,
setting asido each week or month
so much for household expenses, so
much for the maintenance and edu
cation of the children, so much for
emergencies, so'much for savings and
reserve, so much for his and her per-
AUGUST 3, 1917.
"Kate Sheldon? What an idea!
Why, she has no particular talent.
Surely you don't mean Kate Shel
don, the girl who dresses so plain
ly." These were some of the re
marks heard when Kate was men
tioned as having a chance.
Gloria herself, when she heard
Kate's name mentioned, said laugh
ingly:
"Well, I'm groins out for this thing:
tooth and nail. I pity the girl or
man who thinks she or he can beat
me to it! And Gloria really believed
what she said. She was imbued with
the Stone assurance and the Stone
egotism—she simply could not fail.
Hadn't she won all her life so far?
Then caime a time of hard work,
and Gloria worked hard for this new
piece of of luck that, was to estab
lish her before the world as a winner.
She put forth all her best work in
her picture, but Kate Sheldon did
the same. Kate, who had never had
any luck so far; Kate, who had been
forced by circumstances to work her
way through c017%?e, to give up her
birthright of leadership because she
hadn't the means and the time to de
vote to friends. Kate worked as she
had never worked before. Somehow
she felt that if ever right were to win
out, now was the time. And Kate
Sheldon, unknowin, and poor, and
without anything that Gloria Stone
possessed, won the prize!
It was the most astonishing thin®
that had ever happened to Gloria.
It robbed her of so many things all
at once that she seemed like a dif
ferent girl altogether. But she was
game. Her attitude was perfect. She
congratulated Kate; she made much
of her talent, which was unquestion
ed. She received condolences out
wardly calm, but within she was a
seething maelstrom of revolt. What
had happened? Where had she fail
ed? Her father's method of getting
things that she had followed so faith
fully, had failed her, and she had
lost the thing that she wanted most.
But this rebellion did not last long.
After all, Gloria, In spite of inher
ited traits and personal egotism, had
been well educated, and she could
reason. There came a time when her
reason asserted itself, and she began
to realize what her entire life had
been.
"Fathers wrong," she admitted
finally. "No one can win and go on
winning forever. Not if there is
keen enough competition. All things
have their ups and downs, and it's
time I had mine."
And out of the hardest blow ever
dealt her a new possession came tc
Gloria, one that before she had not
considered necessary—humility.
sonal expense accounts. Then the re
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between them, and spent or saved as
each saw fit and without having to
give an account of it to anybody.
It is that silly old idea of the wife's
dependence of forcing her to ask
for the share that is rightfully hers,
that makes so many embittered wom
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the spirit of an intelligent woman to
have doled out to her the amount
which a husband decides is right and
proper for her to have, without con
sulting her in the matter.
Women will meet misfortune, lack
and privation undaunted; but if there
is prosperity they want their fair
share of it, and they want It not as
an Indulgence, but as a right. Denied
It, they feel resentment, and, like any
other dependants, they will resort to
petty shifts and evasions and deceits
to get what they regard as theirs.
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will bring the desired benefit If such
symptoms are present as these. —
Adv.
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25c. tiorKna, Krxall DrugcUlt, 16 IV, I
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