Little Talks by Beatrice Fairfax t- Not long ago an elderly woman iiied in a certain Southern city, and the mourning for her was so gen eral that her funeral suggested a public official's rather than an old gentlewoman's. There was hardly a family in town who at some time or another had not been helped by the sweet-faced old lady, who always wore black. To the rich she gave her sympathy in time of trouble: to the poor she gave food, clothing and money. Her entire life was spent doing works of mercy. Yet. for all that, she was a most comfortable type of saint, with no "holier than thou" reservations about her. She loved joke; she was absolutely tolerant of human frailty, and she wanted every one to be happy—particularly the young people. She had been the inspiration of bnlf a dozen young men that had turned out more than well in their various professions, and as for til? lovers whose disagreements she ad justed. their name was lesion. Of course, the old lady had had a romance in her own life, but of that she never spoke to any one. Eveiy word and deed, however, was elo quent of its ennobling effect. It seems there had been a fiance who had enlisted with the boys in gra' ;ind who had been among the miss, insr, in one of the great battles of the Civil War. W oiv Widow's Weeds She had been a young woman—■ 'wentv-five or six. perhaps—when >he had put on widow's weeds for trie man who was never .o be her husband, and from that time to the day of her death, she never light ened her mourning. Before grief came to her. people remembered her as a high spirited 1 tirl. fond of dancing and amuse ment. but inclined to be a little high-handed and overbearing. The > oung men with whom she had grown up had been glad enough to tike her to dances and places of amusement, but she had been a lit ■if too masterful for any of. thein to care for her deeply. 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LETTER Tt|_i_tN* I |jp/ ROOM AND THE BEST jl BUT her differently, and there was not | an eligible in that town who at ; some time or another, had not pro- < posed marriage to the ministering angel in black. But Miss Agatha—we'll call her that because it wasn't her name—• could never be persuaded to forget the young soldier from Louisiana whom none of her fellow towns people had ever seen. The more persistent of the eligi | bles thought she would forget in time, but apparently there was no time limit to Miss Agatha's loyalty. And after years of waiting, people J grew to regard her decision as tinal —she would never marry. Slip Died Quite Suddenly ! In the meantime, how lucky they j were to have her —she greeted half : the newborn babies and soothed I their first cries, and she closed the ! eyes of those who rested for their I last journey. Beautiful, good Miss | Agatha! Then quite suddenly, one day, she I died without a bit of warning. She ; had been about as usual—they | found her sitting in her chair with '! some dainty baby garment on which i she had been sewing when the end j came. j They gave her a funeral the like ■ of which that Southern city had never before seen, her passing was a genuine grief in every household. I What was left of her fortune— , she had been recklessly generovis i with her capital—went to the New ; ! Orleans relatives, who arrived pres j ently and took possession of the old i Colonial house with the pillared' front and the lovely box-bordered garden. Her friends did not care for Miss j i Agatha's heirs-at-law. they were : I loud looking people and it offended I ! tJie neighbors' sensibilities to see j them sitting at her desk, looking i over her private papers, and in dulging in a good deal of laughter. Over the drawing room mantel, looking down reproachfully on the intruders, was the portrait of the | young Confederate soldier in gray. The rest of this story Is difficult jto tell: it was related, however, i with gales of laughter by the rela tives who had come to take posses sion. It seemed there had never been any soldier lover. He was a , pure invention of Miss Agatha's to i "suve her face." She had set down in her diary the story of her shame and mortifi cation that she had never been loved. Her struggles against the high-hand ed temperament that, she imagined, had kept away what she quaintly I termed "suitors." She could not stand what she re garded as the "abnormality" of her position, the one girl of all her set who had no lover. With the Civil War came a possible solution of a situation that had grown to be un bearable. Poor Miss Agatha had talked It all out in the little diary that furnished such amusement to her relatives. She had jested over the ghastly ' humor of it. She had cried bitter tears, and again she described her j self as "caught in a trap" when one • of the "suitors." to whom she seem ed to have grown genuinely attach ! Ed asked her to marry him, and she declined rather than confess her de j ception. And so the one genuine romance i of her life slipped by while she kept j tryst with a falsehood. Once, however, the make-believe i romance had set her "straight" in I the eyes of her restricted world a ! rare unselfishness developed. Dur | ing her girlhood she had labored I under the spell of what she con j eeived to be failure, but the mythi cal love aftair made her the equal jof any woman. The world thought ! her beloved, affianced; her cup of 'happiness running over even though death had dashed it from ; her lips. No (>|>|K>rtiinity For Expression | A perverted point of view, you \ will say. Yes, perhaps, a left-over j from the days when women were i debarred from expressing them : selves in work. In art, or the pro . fessions. Now, Miss Agatha would have I driven an ambulance, rolled ban dages or kept a typewriter busy I with clerical work. But I, for one, have always felt that her decep- I tlon will be forgiven her. As for her old neighbors, they made it so : disagreeable for her heirs-at-!aw I that they left very shortly. And tiie old friends still say, loyally. , "There must be some explanation; we don't understand." SEEKS COLORED RECRI'ITS Colored motorcycle riders and . chauffeurs are desired by Lieutenant i Harry King Tootle for enlistment in i the Army, he stated yesterday. L.ieu ! tenant Tootle is here in the city, en- I deavoring to sceure a represenative number of colored men for sedvice. 1 He has securel a large number of en | listnifnts, and, to-night, will be at • Marshall's Pharmacy. 629 Boas street, I to receive further enlistments. CONTRIBUTE SI.t'MBER ROBE Employes of Souteer's Twenty-five I Cent Store have made and contributed i a slumber robe to the Red Cross. The Irobe. which is 56x72 inches, was made by each member of the salesforce con tributing two squares The robe is being displayed in the 'indow. IWEFWROFHEARTS A SERIAL, OF YOUTH AND ROMANCE 1 ■" By VIRGINIA VAN BE WATER V I CHAPTER L.VIX I When Milton and Cynthia had dis- | appeared into the library across the I i hall, Gerald turned to where Dora j stood as if uncertain what to do. He i j held his arms out to her. I "Dora!" tie wnispered. That was all, but she went straight \ to him and looked up into his face, j ! "It has all come out right, after i ! all—hasn't It?" she murmured. "And j 1 I thought it never would!" i "You do not know," she confessed j later, "what I suffered that after- I noon when I sent Cynthia into the library to see you." "I suffered more than you did," Gerald told her, "for I felt that I had given pain tq you as well as to myself. I never meant to tell you that I loved you. You were engaged j to my best friend, and I would have j [considered that any man who so far! ! forgot his honor as to make love to j his friend's fiancee was an utter cad. | j But when I said something about | j hoping you were happy, and I saw | | the tears come to your eyes, it was i all over with me. I just had to blurt I | out the truth. I was horrified when j I heard myself do this, until I saw | j the look on your face. Then"—withi an unsteady laugh—"l lost my head J ! still further and took you in my I I arms. But It was only for a few i seconds." | "And In those few seconds mother saw us through the window!" Dora exclaimed. "Oh!" —with a shiver— "how frightened I was! Do you re member how I pulled myself away and tried to be angry with you? And then when, a minute later, Cyn J came up the front steps. I ran out I into the hall and made her take my | place in the library. Poor Cyn! it ; was not quite a fair thing to do to , her; but I thought you were in love with her. and she with you—in spite : of what you had just done." | "You thought, even then, that I i loved her?" the man asked reproach | fully. | Dora nodded. "I persuaded myself j that you did, and Mother had said j you did. I thought perhaps you had • guessed that I cared for you and | had been porry for me —that was all. ! Vet," more softly, "in the bottom of | my heart I must have known differ- I ently. But I did not dare let myself \ examine my heart." I "Did you tell Cynthia about that j afternoon?" Gerald questioned. ! "No," Dora replied. "I did not ■ dare. Now, however, I don't care If I j she does know it." | "Your father told Van and me of i what he called your mother's 'mis- I take' that day," Gerald informed her. j "I suspected that he had, from what he said the other night. Then Milton asked me about the time that Cyn got home that afternoon. I tell you I was in an awful state of ; nervousness. Perhaps that was what I | made me suddenly rebellious. I was j [tired of cheating, tired of pretending ( i to be happy when I was miserable. | i I could not stand it any longer. I i tried to talk to Cyn about It when j ! we were out in the car together, and | j I went all to pieces. I came home i and tried to make Mother see things j I j Daily Dot Puzzle ' '8.'.11 17 • . • ,25 is Ife • Zb IS* *Z7 4 5 18 ' ' ,6 • i i* 49 5 i I ® 19 1 13,4* *> 9 3o • i • • i I * 7 II IO 31 * AZ St. 3S :* : M 3*B & I I j I*. * I 45 44 • J Draw from ons to two and so on I to the end. I right—and she and Father avoided l | me, and made me desperate again, j "I owe a lot to Cyn. If she had j I not been so honest, I never would J . have had the courage to be. She Is ! j a star!" j "She certainly is," her companion | agreed. | "And now we are—you and I—en- j l gaged again, and to each other!" j j Dora exclaimed. "Can you believe it? j And what will Father and Mother 1 ] say?" "Never mind about them just now," the man said. "Let us think about j the first part of that sentence of ! yours, that which deals with the j fact that you and I are engaged to i be married. No— l can hardly believe j it. darling—and yet if I were to find j that it was not true all the joy I would go out of life for me." ! Upstairs, Mrs. Livingstone read i steadily for an hour. I Then, struck by the silence on the | j lower floor, she arose and tiptoed to j i the door of her room and stood list- j j ening. The young people must be J 1 talking very earnestly. Still Silence Slowly and quietly, she descended . the stairs, pausing on every step to 1 I listen. Still there was silence. In the lower , hall, she moved for- DECORATION DAY AJJUTFIT IS HERE / \ OUR CHARGE ACCOUNT PLAN \ MAKES THE •TSSSWPAVING PART - J EASY FOR YOU f k Your Holiday Outfit—-\^ m jk /bf Hatie You Thought About It? ■ Surely, you want a new outfit for Decoration Vi v Day, and naturally, you want something that " ,tr ' ct 'y up-' 0 minute in every little detail k y of ityle, fit and finish. * jf \ This big establishment offers you that very la ' \kind of clothing —clothing that is so well /An , so fashionably cut and tailored vQ/W we are willing to guarantee q ! tif <L\ We Clothe W y\ on ™ j Liberal jT 1 Men's Department v Ladies' Department j Men's and Young Men'fl Suits Women's*™! Misses' Tailored Suit# V J Straw Hats —Trousers Millinery—Skirts—Waists I Boy's Suits Wash Suits and Dresses , | !war<V then started in surprise as she f saw that the doors of both drawing- ' . room and library were closed. ( | Gilding swiftly to the drawing- i | room door, she stood, leaning for- i ' ; ward, straining every nerve to list- ' en for sounds from within. A man 1 | was speaking. In a second, she rec i ognized Gerald Stewart's low, deep | tones. j A smile of satisfaction came to her face. Gerald was evidently talking i , | seriously to Cynthia, and Cynthia j was attending without protest. That l was as it should be. ! Crossing the hall to the library, j she listened here also. As it had ! ' been in the drawing-room, so it was j here. The man was speaking. Mrs. ! j Livingstone had been long familiar j , with Milton Van Saun's intonations, land she knew from his tone that he i | was talking happily, contentedly.! j Her smile of satisfaction now was j | even more pronounced than it had j ! been a moment before. It was plain that Dora had con- | | quered her silly attack of nerves, and ! j was her sane, sensible self once I more. Had she not been, she never | ! would have allowed Milton to talk j BELL-ANS Absolutely Removes ' (Indigestion. Druggists < refund money if it fails. 25c i 5 as he was doing: without contradic tion or opposition. Mrs. Livingstone returned to her room, stjll noiselessly, but more rap idly than she had left it. She felt now that she could retire, secure that all was well with her young people. (To Be Continued) TO HOI.D ANNUAL MEETING The annual meeting of the Cockhn's Church and Graveyard Association will he held at Cocklin's Church. June 8. NO ADVANCE IN PRICE CROUP 43 Spasmodic croup is usually relieved with A one application of /--/(ifiJ T LiUtf Body-Guard lnTSmr Hornf^ VraCSVAPOROKS 25c—50c—$1.00 r v AITTO CORNS M V IrXg IF M BUNIONS CALLUSES Immediate Relief—2s cents GORGAS DRUG STORES v _ —■ * UNDERTAKER IT4 Chas. H. Mauk N both u 1 PRIVATES AMBULANCE PHONES
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