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"When a Girl Marries"
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A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of a Girl Wife
CHAPTER CX XXVII.
I don't suppose anything ever
written ever came any nearer the
heart's truth than the ages-old
phrase, "All the world loves a
lover."
So in the midst of our worry over
Betty, nothing moved us more deep
ly than the little cry in- her letter,
"Be good to Terry while I'm gone."
Virginia's eyes had filmed over when
I read that aloud, and Anthony Nor
reys had set his jaw—hard. And
that gave them their right to know
about the letter I was —as Anthoy
Norreys had said—"crooning over
like a little mother."
"It's from Terry; will you read it,
Mr. Norrerys? I'm sort of—hoarse,"
1 said.
Again the understanding smile—
for my "hoarseness"; then he read
Terry's note to Virginia.
"Dear Sister Anne—l can't find
her. I can't find a clue to her
whereabouts. Shall be in the city
again directly—early Friday morn
ing, I should say, unless something
turns up here. In that case, I'd get
you on the wire. Can't you do
something ? Just get word she's
safe. If we can see her again, un
hurt, safe—our own Betty, I'll stand
the gaff if she sends me about my
business without a kind word. I
promise. Only help me find her,
Anne. I seem so helpless, such a
blooming idiot, that if I didn't have
jou to help, little sister, I'd go off
my head. Well, I have you to help.
Righto! See you and Jim Friday.
Tell him to get busy. Betty may
need us. Well, we've got to find
her. T.W."
Anthony Norreys looked up from
the note, and far away before he
turned his eyes to us.
"Shall we go up to your apart
ment, Anne he said very go- tly.
It seemed so right that ho should
saj no more than that, -t seemed
so right that he should call me
"Anne." We three were sharing the
revelation of a big and honest
thing—a devoted love and we
three were praying that we weren't
on the verge of sharing a tragedy.
We rode up in the elevator without
speaking, but Virginia's hand found
mine. Betty had made us friends.
1 saw suddenly how everything
Betty touched became pure gold—
true and fine and big like her. And
I knew what—even at the cost of
seeming cold and heartless —I owed
to Betty.
In the living room I faced Vir
% ginia and Anthony with my de
cision.
"We'll telephone to Greyfriars
Hal', and speak to Miss Moss. But,
wo mush't go down to-day It's :
Terry's right to be the first to see 1
Iter." "V-
Virginia stiffened and at
me. I saw, our delicate new friend
ship wavering in the balance. Her
voice was cold—the Virginia I had
always known and feared answered
me:
"You may wait for morning,
Anne. But if Betty is at Grey
friars Hall, I'm going down to see
her at once. Will you go with me,
Tony?"
I broke in before he could an
swer—this must not be a matter of
taking sides, and I felt instinctive-
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His friends and relatives despaired
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ly that Anthony NOrreys would see
the thing as I did.
"Virginia, we both love Betty.
We're her new friends, but her best
friends for all of that, I'm sure.
The mail comes earlier downtown
here than up at your place, but I'm
sure you'll have a letter from Betty
too, today."
Virginia flushed, but not with an
ger, as she interrupted me abruptly.
"Surely you don't think I'm so
petty or jealous as to mind that
you've heard from her and I
haven't" I'm proving how 1 feel
by wanting to go straight down to
her, while you romance along and
want to wait till to-morrow."
"Will you call Greyfriars while
we decide what to do?" I asked
Anthony Norreys.
At once he turned his back on us
and busied himself with the tele
phone. He could have managed
Virginia with a forceful word, but
"Jeanie, I'm sure Betty loves
Terry," I said, picking my way care
fully lest I betray any of the con
fidences which Terry, breaking
through his great natural reserve,
had given me. "I'm sure that she
loves him. and hasn't ever dared ac
knowledge it to herself. Jim said
once that she was ghost-ridden, re
membering her dead husband, and
that he wasn't worth it. TWis seems
like Terry's chance —and hers."
"I thought they were just good
friends, like Sheldon and me," said
Virginia ingenuously.
But I started a bit at this sudden
intrusion of Sheldon Blake into our
conversation. It seemed as if he
were playing a real part in Virginia's
thoughts—her life even.
"Terry's note tells you how much
more than friends he wants to be,
I replied. "If he comes to her first
of all now, she may be startled into
realizing the truth . She cares.
Won't you give her the chance to
out, Jeannie?"
.Nor.eys turned with his
'.mi hp'ece.
"I have Greyfriars Hall. They're
connecting me with Miss Moss, who
is there with Mrs. Bryce—our Bet
ty. What message shall I give her?"
he asked.
"Oh, let me speak to her. Let me
speak to her!" cried Virginia, dart
ing forward to take the receiver from
his hand.
(To bp Continued)
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LITTLE TALKS BY
BE A TRICE FAIRFAX
Suppose you are twenty-five and
unmarried.
Suppose you are even older.
Are you looking at your life with
its thrilling rainbow possibilities,
its unfailing everyday opportunities
as a rational woman should, or are
you a victim of that panic that
I am sorry to say, besets fool
ish young women who believe that
if they are not safely married by the
time they've reached a certain
birthday life becomes a tragedy?
There are girls who do believe
this. And 1 have been astonished
to find that in our- emancipated day
there are so many of them.
These unfortunate girls grew up
with the belief that, though a
woman may pretend to be inter
ested in her education, her friends
her career or occupation, her only
real absorption is in getting mar
ried." , „ ,
. The idea was, though they didn't
always put it to themselves so
badly, that a woman's only reai
job is to lind a husband, and that
she can do this successfully only
when she is young—very young.
So with one eye on the calendar
of their years and the other on
that door through which the pos
sible husband may at any moment
enter, they—wait.
But things go wrong. The pos
sible husband doesn't come to the
right door. Or, having come, there
are misunderstandings, a broken
engagement. And the birthdays go
by without any wedding bells.
Old Maidenhood Arrives
So the day comes —the day or
their own appointing—when they
believe themselves face to face with
spinsterhood. Hope has descrtod
them. They are going to be old
maids." The future is a nightmare.
Twenty-five—or even thirty, as the
case may be —and life a shameful
Don't you see how mistaken and
foolish it all sounds? D . on *
gret, for your own part, ever hav
ing yielded to any such belief in the
slightest degree? Cant you brace
yourself, from now on, to resist age-
DJtnic
You see. it's all a miserable in
heritance, passed down through
countless generations of women. By
an inheritance X mean an inherited
wav of looking at things.
For there was a very long period
when women had to marry it
didn't so much matter whom—and
marry young. If they failed to—
and it was understood that they
failed only through being insuf
ficiently attractive —they not only
became highly unpopular with their
immediate relatives, but they found
themselves very much in the way.
They cluttered up the social system.
Girls had to watch the calendar
in those days. There was no avoid
ing age-panic.
But oura is a different time and
in this respect at least a better
one.
There is no reason whatever why
a girl should fancy nowadays that
she is obliged to marry merely for
marrying's sake.
Every girl of the present gen
eration ought to understand that
marriage will be a mistake, and
sometimes it can prove a pretty
grave one, unless she meets "the
righ man" and falls wholehearted
ly in love with him.
Why Marry at Twenty?
And she should understand that it
isn't in the least tragic if she
hasn't found the perfect lover by
the time she is twenty. Perhaps
she won't find him until she is
thirty-five. And she ought to be
able to get her mind on something
else in the interval. It isn't right
that anv period of life, but youth
in particular should ever be al
lowed to become a mere period or
waiting for destiny to make up its
mind. .
There is much to be said in favor
of early marriages. And perhaps
just as much may be said in praise
of late ones. Probably there isn't
any "right age" or "best age" for
a woman to marry. The sensible
girl of today knows this, and en
gages in no desperate struggle to
announce her engagement before
she is nineteen.
She even faces the possibility—
which her grandmother would have
found so intolerably humiliating—
that the perfect lover may never
present himself at all. Well—there
are other careers than marriage,
she tells herself. Often happy and
glorious ones.
She knows that she ought to con
cern herself with other things than
these imaginary twin horrors of
age and spinsterhood.
She knows that, married or stn
gle her life won't have any real
meaning unless she begins early to,
make the most of herself, to de
velop her intelligence and her char
acter and any gift or talents she
may have. She wants to count in
the world, whether she spends life
as a stenographer or a teacher, or
as the busy mother of a big family
of children.
Many girls of today have the
feeling—a natural, wholesome feel
ing, it seems to me —that they pre
fer not to marry until they have
tried themselves out, so to speak in
I the world of real activities, until
| they have been actual doers and
wage-earners. They will be wiser
women for the experience.
The Modern Marriage
Others go still farther—and this,
I think, is a wholesome feeling, too.
They are unwilling to become pas
sive and non-productive just be
cause they are married. They want
to keep on being useful, having a
part in things, and earning a wage.
A girl who has this point of view
doesn't regard "getting married" as
the supreme triumphant achieve
ment of life. It never occurs to her
that it matters greatly whether she
marries at twenty or tn:rty. But
when she does marry, she knows
that it matters whether her mar
riage is of the right sort.
Just as she has tried to make
herself a healthy intelligent woman,
useful to the world, so she ex
pects that the man she marries
will have done the same. Whatever
her age may be when she marries
—and she understands what a tri
fling point that is—she insists that
the marriage be a right and reason
able one.
She longs, of course, to be deeply
and romantically in love, and to be
beloved in the same fashion, but she
demands to know who it really is
that she is in love with. She thinks
it is her privilege to be able to ad
mire her husband without any
reservation. She wishes hers to be
a marriage of comrades and equals,
fellow-servers of the world.
Don't you think this is the right
idea?
Why not make it yours, and give
up worrying about birthdays?
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Life's Problems
Are Discussed
1
The other day I chanced to meet
a woman whom I had not seen for
some time.
"Dear me!" I said, unable to con
ceal my surprise, for she appeared
to have undergone some subtle
metamorphosis. "You look as if you
had stepped back twenty years or
so."
She is of the small, rather insig
nificant type, and I remembered her
as a reserved, somewhat mournful
person who had seemed to melt
into her background, rather than to
stand out from It—one of those
quiet, mouse-like creatures as easily
ignored and overlooked as a chair
or a table.
. But now she was different in
every way. Instead of passing me
with a stiff bow, she came forward
as if she were really glad to see
me. She was charmingly dressed
and smiling, and she seemed more
like a twin sister than herself; a
twin sister with much more life and
vivacity. Her personality didn't im
press one as vague and slate-gray
any longer. And the change was
not merely a matter of good clothes
and a becoming hat. It went
deeper.
""What have you been doing to
yourself?" I asked.
"Guess," she replied.
"You have come into a fortune;
you have married again; you have
taken up some very congenial
work?"
"I haven't had any money left
me, and I haven't married again,
and I'm not doing anything new.
That is, unless you call the task
of making myself over congenial
work."
"But how liaVe you done it?" I
was all cuioBity.
"Well," she replied, "I realized
that I had been living for years in
the shadow, and it was growing
deeper all the time. People were
treating me more and more as if
I didn't exist, and I was very un
happy about it until one day I said
to myself, 'Haven't you got enough
strength of character to walk right
out into the sunshine?" I did.
That's all."
This conversation was recalled to
me by a letter from a woman who
seems to be suffering from the same
eclipse. She recounts some of her
bothers:
"If I go into a store to buy some
thing, accompanied by one of my
few friends, the salesman will
usually explain the article to her
instead of to me, who am there to
buy it. If I go into a restaurant
with another friend, she will get
all the attention while I sit and
look on, although I am paying the
check. I put on my wraps alone,
while the waiter or waitress holds
her coat for her.
"Perhaps you will think this
amusing, and it certainly sounds
childish for a woman of thirty
eight to make sucb a confession,
but these are fahts, and they hurt
and discourage me. I wonder what
is the matter with me. I have met
some of my neighbors two or three
times, and they never know me
unless they are introduced to me
ail over again. And I never know
what to say when I talk to people.
I have no confidence in myself.
Isn't there any hope for me?"
Dear lady, a canary bird doesn't
Sing when it has a dark cover over
its cage; a lamp cannot shine
through an opaque shade. You
have shrunk'so far back into the
shadow and have so successfully
effaced yourself that you have al
most blotted yourself out. Come
out into the sunshine. Don't let
people ignore and overlook you.
Take the centre of the stage.
"But," you cry helplessly, "how
shall I do it?"
Let us see. You say that you do
not know what to talk to people
about. There is one topic, that
never fails to interest them —them-
selves. Walk right up to someone
who is looking over your head, and
say something like this:
"How do you do? I am so glad
to see you. How is that dear, little
girl of yours? The measles! Oh, I
am so sorry. How long has she
been ill. But you yourself are
looking very well. Have you moved
into your new house yet?" You can
keep it up hours.
Silly? Of course; but every one
is doing it. And what is the differ
ence, if it gives you self confidence?
. By the law of opposites it is
probable that you attract rather
assertive and aggressive friends.
When you go into a shop with one
of them she does all the talking,
while you stand meekly aside, and
the salesman naturally takes it for
granted that she is the purchaser.
And the same thing no doubt
holds true in a restaurant. Make
it a point to give your -order first.
Then when you sen her preparing
to grab all the attention of the
waiter, be first again. Keep him
fussing about you. Ray, "Waiter,
my wrap, please," and let her put
on her own things. It will be a new
and salutary experience for her.
Never allow any one to make a
door-mat of you. Sweetly, smil
ingly. gently but firmly assert
yourself. Walk right into the sun
shine.
There's plenty of it, enough for
everybody. And there's no reason
why you should give up your
share.
0 MAKING THE MOST OF- ~
OUR CHILDREN U
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A Series of Plain Talks to
I don't blame a child for not want- 1
ing to give up an object; it is natural
for him to keep it. especially if he
feels pretty certain that after hand
ling it over he won't get it back.
A great many parents, because of
a mistaken notion, make it hard for
themselves to teach their children to
give up objects willingly. They rea
son that the child must eventually
be taught to give up an object
whether it can be given back to him
or not and so they cbnclude that he
must be taught this in the first les
son, if indeed they decide to give
any systematic training at all!
The usual result is that the child
naturally resists strongly the act of
handling the object over and then
cries after it Is done.
There is a better way. Let us see
it applied to a concrete case. A
mother writes to me:
"My two and a half year old boy
gets his hands into many things I
cannot allow him to have and h e is
getting to be so bad about giving
them up that the command 'Give to
me,' seems to be a signal for him
to hold tighter. About the only time
he ever obeys. 'Give tome.' is when
he wants me to do something with
the object. Will you please help
me?"
Give your boy a couple of simple
sugar bowls
have lids /!
wh y ' '
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or ''dust" before you use it! Because all the dirt that
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little lessons on the point of giving
an object to you willingly.
Take any small, light object which
Is attractive to the child. Set the
child upon your lap with his right
side towards you and as far out
on your knee as he can sit comfort
ably. Give him the object to handle
for a few seconds.
Now, extend both hands, palm up,
towards the object and with head
slightly bowed, say, "All right, give
it to me." Immediately proceed to
remove the object gently but firmly
and the moment the object is re
leased, do not keep it yourself at
all but with the object in both of
your hands make a forward motion
toward the child's hands and place
the object in them with a smile.
Wait a few seconds and repeat the
procedure.
About the third trial, you more
than likely will see the baby himself
make an impulse toward loosening
the object for you. When he does,
show unusual enthusiasm by means
of your voice and attitude.
After he does this once, with satis
fying results, he will do it repeated
ly and have great fun doing it. In
| giving this first lesson to your child,
do not test his patience too much.
Make the whole experience satisfac-
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Tory so that he will associate please re
with giving up the object.
In subsequent lessons, you can be
gin, to increase the length of time
hold the object before giv
ing it\j>ack. Finally, yon can keep
it for fioy length of time and the
baby will\ still be obedient to the
command, "Give it to me," because
you will have reduced it to a matter
of habit.
These little exercises not only teach
baby to hand over objects willingly
but they tend to increase his cone
fldcnce in the parent.
(Copyright, 1919, The Parents As-,
sociation)
Advice to the Lovelorn
JUST BE PBEASANT
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a girl of twenty-one and ant
in love with a young man three
years my senior. I care a great
deal for him and have Invited him
to my home but he always has ex
cuses or disappoints me.
He is in love with another girl,
but in kidding he asked me if I
would marry him.
How can I gain his friendship a3
I think of him and nobody else.
BROWN EYES.
My dear, since you confess that
the young man is in love with an
other girl, why not try to forget
him? It never pays to force love
and an effort of that sort invariably
I ends in failure.
Just be your natural, unaffected
self and let him see what a fine
I friend. and comrade you can be.
In that way you will win his re
spects and admiration and will, in
all probability gain his sincere
friendship.
Don't make the mistake, little
girl, of taking the initiative, let him
make the advance. Men dread pur
suit and are generally scared away
by it. Interest yourself in outside
things and you will soon find your
self forgetting your infatuation.