" When a Girl Marries"
By ANN LISLE
A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of a Girl Wife
By ANN LISLE
CHAPTER CXLVI
(Copyright, 1919, King Features Syn
dicate, Inc.)
"Don't call Terry—yet," said Betty,
shyly. "I want to talk to you first."
" Then I'll get all comfy in a chair,"
1 replied, rising from my kneeling posi
tion by the bed, which I kept fearing
I'd joggle and so disturb the bandaged
right arm lying in a strange mechanical
"cradle" above the coverlet. "Oh, Betty,
dear, I'm so glad I remembered Miss
Moss. Tony made me by playing de
tective and asking Jeanie where she'd
met you first."
"You clever Princess Anne —to fig
ure that Miss Moss is my 'friend in
need.' " murmured Betty, with shin
"Your friend in need—l wish 1 bad
been to be that friend, Letty
B." I answered, remembering what
Bettv had called herself the time she
helped me buy Virginia's house Present
—the very day I had first reached out
humbly asking for the friendship I had
once been too stupid to take.
Bettv must also have remembered.
For a minute she lay quite still, smiling
at me wistfully. Then she spoke, with
a husky little catch in her throat:
"I asked you to promise that if you
ever needed a friend you'd come to
Betty B. And now it's Betty who needs
the friend, and you've come—so far—
to me"—
Her voice trailed off. and in another
minute my splendid, brave, proud Betty
was sobbing for all the world like a
tired little girl.
1 slipped to the floor at her left side
and pillowed her head against my heart,
smoothing her soft hair and murmuring
to her as if she were my own little
sick girl.
After a minute or two Betty lay
still and then a muffled voice spoke:
"I'm so tired. Anne—so tired!"
"I know, dear," I answered. "You've
borne the pain and the fear all alone.
I used to see you press your hand to
your lips and wonder."
Betty sighed and snuggled closer.
"It was vanity."
"You big baby! You regular woman,
you!" I replied. "But I'm sure it
was more than that. The pain"—
"It was awful, Anne !" Betty shud
dered. "That scar burned like fire, and
it seemed to be dragging my fingers
back and twisting up my arm. I
couldn't brush my hair sometimes. And
1 kept thinking if I lost the use of my
hand—l used to put it to my lips to
cool the pain."
"The pain's gone, dear. And your
arm's going to get well," I said.
Betty's long gray-green eyes flashed
me a quick, but intent glance. It made
me realize how strangely our parts
were reversed. Here was comforting,
brave, self-reliant Betty as if she were a
hcdpless little girl instead of the splendid
woman she had always shown herself
to be. But in spite of my consciousness
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TUESDAY EVENING,
of the almost night-mare queerness of it
all. I know this was my chance to
score an important point, so I went
on relentlessly.
"Betty, now that you see how well
your arm is being taken care of,
don't you see also how wrong it Is
to worry over the other things that
have been—such stumbling blocks to
you?"
"I try not to think, Aline. But
it's hard lying here. And I know
now I'm a coward, too—about pain.
So that makes it seem all the worse
my driving poor Atherton into the
war by. telling him what I'd do if
I wer e a man. He didn't want to
go— and he had to because he knew
I'd displse him "
"Now listen, dear," I interrupted
gravely, "Atherton Bryce died splen
didly. You gave him a chance to go
like a man—with his airplane for
a funeral pyre. Not just drooping
of sickness, drying miserably, rusting.
You made him a hero —that's what
you did for him!".
'"You think that, Anne? Really?"
"I know it, Betty B. There's a
man you were square with. And 1
know how square )' ou can ' ,e
some people.
"Are you scolding, Anne? I'm sick,
you know. Scolding from you hurts."
"Yes, I'm scolding, dear. You can
be square. You were with the man
who is dead"
"And you think I'm not—with Ter
ry?" whispered Betty, burrowing her
Hushing cheek in my shoulder.
"Not with Terry. Not with Betty,"
•I replied.
"How do you mean. Anne?"
"Why, dear, you love Terry. And
you aren't brave enough to risk life
again. You're living in a gray-ghost
world of pain and remembering. And
Terry's out in what ought to be sun
light, but what is all darkness be
cause he's so lonely for you."
"Oh, Anne—don't, don't! I can't
bear it! I told you once that I al
ways hurt the people I love —that
friendship was the best. Kver since
1 saw Terry tumble down that hill
in No Man's Land with shell and
flame back of him, I've felt as if
I'd seen my poor Atherton falling—
falling in his flaming car. It was
an omen."
"Well, if it was an omen," I ven
tured daringly, "I can only inter
pret it to mean that Terry was saved
for you—and the other, not being
meant for you, had to go, Betty,
omens are silly—stupid. It's all so
long ago, can't you forget and start
over?"
"No! I've tried."
"Tried! Betty, you're a selfish wo
man after all. You aren't big enough
and brave enough to ask your friends
for help, because you'd rather play
Lady Bountiful. It wasn't remember
ing Atherton th.-t kept you from
Terry, it was being stupid and proud
and afraid about your arm."
"Anne !"
"Yes," I went on pitilessly, "But
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except the man who loves you so i
tenderly, so—gloriously that you owe i
him everything. You let Terry starve 1
In the dark, because you aren't brave ,
enough to take what you want. Your j
arm's going to be well now. But
even if it weren't, don't you know j
how Teriy would love taking care j
of you?"
"Anne! Anne—you hurt!"
"I know, dear—but it's true; all i
true."
I held her close and said no more. |
A little clock ticked in the silence, )
and a window curtain rustled against !
the sill.
"Anne," whispered a meek little!
voice at last, "you might get Miss j
Moss and take her for a walk—and i
tell Terry I'm alone. But would you
mind powdering my nose first? I j
think I've been—crying a little." j
(To lie Continued I . ,
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LITTLE TALKS BY
BE A TRICE FAIRFAX
| There's an espect of the life of
: many young girl wage earners that li
wish all mothers would consider. I
It's the homelessness of living at!
1 home.
j The homelessness, I mean. of
| living with parents who, absorbed!
i with other anxieties, haven't real-;
| ized that a self-supporting girl needs!
I more than a room to lodge in and!
j food to eat.
j The homelessness of always hav-l
ling to make way for the other!
| members of a sellish or tumuitousj
I family, of never being able to in-i
! vite one's friends, or to receive calls'
j l'roni young men.
Does this sound like a simple and,
| shallow grievance on the part of
jthe hundreds of young girls who
wistfully give it expression?
To my mind, it's a very serious
one.
The plain truth is that a girl who,
contributes to the maintenance of a
household, as these wage-earning!
girls do, isn't treated squarely when '
i she isn't given the privileges of a '
: home.
She knows this herself. In many!
cases, she's on the point of leaving!
home because of it. So Ithink it is, 1
time that mothers faced the ques-!
tion too.
To be sure, mothers are usually I
overworked. We all know that. Anil'
the claims of the younger children
are very pressing. So it's quite
natural that they should lose the
sense of i-esponsibility for sons and
daughters who seem old enough to
take care of themselves.
Mothers' Problems
Mothers know that flats are
usually too small for the families!
that live in them, and so are houses. I
Days are too short evenings seem
scarcely to exist at all, and fami
lies make greater demands than
any presents could possibly grant.
Tn the face of all these grim
facts, is it still the parents' duty to
sacrifice the family sitting room to
anything so frivolous as a young
daughter's social life?
Frankly speaking. I think It is.
For part of the time, at lest. And!
T think mothers would agree with
me, if they once carefully thought
the thing over.
J The eighteen-yer-old-wage-earner
! works longer hours than she should,
i except in a few fortunate cases. The
hour or two that she might be out
doors she lias to spend tn train or
subway. When evening comes, she
needs recreation almost more than
she needs food for sleep. All the
youth in her cries aloud for it—
that youth that all day long has to
pretend it's a grown-up machine
Her parents, even though they may!
work much harder than she. cannot
possibly need a normal social life
las much as she needs it. The needs
lof youth are imperative. Something
goes wrong if they're not granted.
This is just as true of boys, if it
weren't for two things. One is, that
It's possible for boys to get their
; social life away from home. And
the other is, that it is particularly
| a girl's business to keep herself
| strong and normal with steady
,| nerves and good vitality, because
learning that weekly pay-envelope
! doesn't comprise the meaning of life
j for her. Some day she'll be a
I mother.
And a girl can't be the right kind
of mother unless she's sound and
strong. So, looked at from this
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f point of view alone, don't vou see
how important it is that she has her i
J recreation?
liat Home Menus
I This is, in fact, an argument that!
■ i know most mothers will respond I
I to. They wouldn't have thought of!
jit in this light before, but now that!
j they do see It as it is they'll con \
j trive the family life so that thei
eighteen-year-old girl stenographer!
I can have a home in the only real I
; sense. That is, have her friends I
i come to see her.
, There are. as it happens, plenty i
jof other arguments in favor of
granting home privileges to the girl'
i who hoards at home. There's one in
particular that's rather forcible.
If a girl is spirited and resolute,
strongly conscious of her individual,
, rights, you can't really deprive her:
except temporarily, of the social life:
she needs. She's going to get it, j
i anyway.
' If her own family doesn't give'
.her the space and the time to lead?
her own life. She'll live somewhere!
j else. She doesn't in the least want!
ito do this. It's a dreary business at!
j eighteen finding a home for oneself,
' Hut she feels that she is being forced'
| to.
I She feels, in fact, just as the fol-i
! lowing letter reveals. It is one of:
many voicing the same burden'
Don't for a moment think of it as a j
solitary case.
"Do you think it advisable," asks I
this wage-earner, "for a girl of!
almost nineteen to leave home when
conditions have become almost in
tolerable? My mother seems to,
j think that my whole life should |
consist of my work, and begrudges)
me amusement of the most innocent
kind. My home is not open to my
friends. If I go out with them,
which is, not often, I have to meet
them outside, or at their homes, and
I imagine they wonder why I do
not invite them to my home.
"And as for having a young man
call—that is beyond the question. I
have to refuse the hospitality of my
home to the men I meet in business
and who want to know me socially
and I have too much self-respect to
meet them outside.
I/ongs for Girl's I.lfe
"I'm getting to an age when I
am no longer a child and long for a
girl's life. I have thought of leaving;
home and living at the Y. AV. C. A..j
but I am earning only SIG a week i
I and am afraid of facing the world
i with that amount. "What shall Ido?"
You see it's only the most rea
| sonable and conservative social life
i that these young girls ask for tliern
i sglves. You are almost sur|vw-il
jat their tolerance and good sense
Jit's perfectly obvious that they are
! not going to abuse any freedom
jthey secure. They are not reck
less, moon-coveting, children. They
! are young women, preniatuurely
!j steadied by their experience of the
I workers' world, and what they are
.j asking for is really only life itself,
' Can't you give it to them ?
Persuade father that even though
Ihe likes peaceful evenings he isn't
I after all, entitled to all the peace
i that one household can supply, and
| that, besides, it's good for htm to
igo out occasionally. And it's good
j for you to go out with him. Tou
| know it's what you secretly like
i better than anything. And as for
the young 4 fry, they oughtn't to be
anywhere but studying their lessons
or in bed. Tou can arrange it all
if you seriously make an effort to.
Give eighteen-year-<Tld a chance.
Advice to the Lovelorn
PARTED LOVERS
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 have known a young man for
quite some time. I love him and
know my love is reciprocated. He
asked rne many times to go out with
him, but 1 refused.owing to the fact
that we are of different religions.
Since my refusal our friendship
waned. Now do you think it would
be proper for me to write this man
and try to gain back our friendship,
if nothing else, as I do believe that
our religion will' keep us apart.
CONSTANCE.
Since you still believe that the dif
ference in religion is an insur
mountable barrier, I should think it
much wiser not to attempt seeing
each other again. It; would not be
fair, either to yourself or to the
young man with whom you believe
yourself in love.
DOES HE LOVE TIER?
Dear Miss Fairgax:
I am nineteen and am considered
good looking, and also a good dancer
and I am very jolly girl.
There is a young man whom I
have gone out with quite a number
of times, but knowing that he goes
out with other girls I do not know
whether he loves me. But, while
with me. he seems to pay all at
tention to me.
Now, Miss Fairfax, I would like
to know her.to find out whether he
likes me or not. ANXIOUS.
There is no way of knowing j
whether the young man is in love i
without you until he himself fells
you so. The chances are that so far. '
he is not. Be reasonably patient i
until you know each other better. |
Dove should not be forced in this i
hasty fashion.
Life's Problems
Are Discussed
What would you do, if you were
dissatisfied with your present job, [
and wanted to secure another which j
you felt would giv e you a wider op- i
portunity ?
That is the fix of a young man who '
has written to me.
He is twenty years old. a high j
school graduate with an additional
year at college to his credit, and !
has had one year's business experi- '
ence in an office position.
He doesn't see much of a future '
in his present place, however, and ■
is consequently. seeking an opening!
more in line with his ambitions. }
He has advertised and answered i
ads, he says, lias appealed to all his i
friends and acquaintances, and has
followed up either by letter or by
a personal call every chance of which j
he could hear; but all without re
sults.
Baffled and at sea, he writes to
ask me what he shall do. He has
no doubt of his qualifications, and i
is perfectly sure that he can make '
good; but he seems unable to get j
the chance. What is the trouble? j
One does not hav e to be the seventh 1
daughter of a seventh daughter, or i
born under a veil to tell him. His i
difficulty, like most of those with j
which the rest of us are struggling', j
is entirely of his own making.
According to the record, he has I
had the good fortune to receive a j
better education than the average
young man; but with his knowledge
he has failed in one very important
respect to get understanding. He .
doesn't realize the value of words.
He squanders them like spendthrift.
He pours them out in such a flood
that he actually clutters his moan
ing.
He takes four closely written pages
to present the facts regarding himself
that I have stated above in four
short paragraphs, and before he even
approaches the subject matter of his
letter, prefaces it with this intro
duction :
"I am forwarding this communi
cation to you in the hope that you
may be able to assist me in soW
ing the problem I am confronted
with.
"The nature of the problem itself
is a very practical one, and one which 1
no doubt has on innumerable oc- j
casions come to your notice. 1 am !
compelled, though, to resort to this !
j method in attaining my ends, having
, tried all others and found them un
.lo. useful.
"What follows may seem to you
to be no more than a voluminous and
lengthy piece of fiction, unworthy of
your serious attention. I can assure
you, however, that it has been writ
ten in all sincerity, and is lengthy
only because of my desire to tell you
everything, in order that no fact may
be wanting, should you be Interested,
and now to a specific mention, as brief
as possible, of the facta in the case."
And he says he wants to effect a
connection which will eventually lead
to a position of executive's assitant
where he can be of aid in handling
the correspondence.
Frankly, 1 wouldn't engage Charles
M. Schwab as office boy on the
strength of a letter like that. Yet
I I am willing to wager that this
j lad was praised by his instructors
j in English when at school for his
| fluency and command of language.
I Oh, good old Anglo-Saxon tongue!
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MARCH 18, 1919.
! What crimes are committed in thy
| name!
I don't want to be either unfair
|or unkind. I realize that, as my
i correspondent says, in iiis desire to
j explain himself, and writing to a
j "literary lady," he has been unduly
I verbose; stilt that ponderous. Ad
i disonian syle of his is plainly a habit.
And, if he 'is the sort of young fel
low 1 think he is, he will not feel
hurt, but thank me for pointing out
a fault, which I believe is the chief
bar to his success.
Words are salesmen. If he were
at the head of a busines.s would lie
send out men to solicit the trade
who wer e affected, pedantic, slow,
heavy, absurdly over-dressed? Then
since lie is offering in the market
his talents and qualiflcathyis, his
education and busines.s experience,
his youth and enthusiasm, let him
send out words to tell about those
wares that are crisp, clear-cut, busi
ness-like, straightforward, up-to
date.
It is good thing to remember the
cynical comment of the city editor
to the cub reporter who was urging
the necessity of spreading himself
on an uccount of a lire.
"Son." lie said, "the story of the
i creation of the world Is told in less
than five hundred words. I guess
! y our lire will I.aVg to stay inside that
limit."
Letter-writing, it is often lamented
as a lost art. Maybe It is in a Lady
Mary Montague and Moraee Walpole
sense. But so far as getting results
ar e concerned, it seems to me that
the real art of letter-writing is only
in process of discovery. Great com
mercial houses have been built up
solely on the appeal of the typewrit- |
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so it is easy to apply it to all the
hair instead of just the. top of ttye
! head. Your shampoo is now ready.
1 Just pour a little at a time on the
scalp and hair until both are en
! tirely covered by the daintily per
! fumed preparation that thoroughly
i dissolves and removes every bit of
j dandruff, excess oil and dirt. After
"rinsing the hair dries quickly with
| a fluffiness that makes it seem
| heavier than it is, and takes on a
| rich luster and a softness that
j makes arranging it a pleasure.'
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