Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, June 16, 1915, Page 9

THE They come with every Summer. Summer hotel hag them blooming round the verandas and on the slopes; every home in the country, by the blue sea, or in the mountains, that can feed and have room for sets of week- end young people, is riotous ‘till October with the gold and Ted, white and pink, blooms of Summer girthoood. The varlety of muto girl with wind-blown (Copyright, 1815, Star Compsny.) FIFTH EPISODE. — fo Mary greeted Tommy with a kind ceol cheerfulness, which did not make m in the least unhappy, and then she oke to Fitch with an intimate caressing ne of voice, which insteal of making ymmy frantically jealoms, only cansed m to smile inwardly, ' Then, point- ank, she asked Topamy If he had caled cause he had nothing better to do, or ¢ some epecial tedwon, and then, of urse, Tommy had to make his appeal wout Celestia. To this, Mary Black- on listened with a ool face, and a hot art, and Fitch, withdrawn inte the em- asure of & window, out of which he wtended to look at the street’ below, (th raised eyebrows and a eynical smile. “Tommy," said Mary, when he had fin- hed, “you srew mere chivalrous every \y. And I can see how this wild-girl ught in the Adirondack mountains ap- jals to _all that is noble'In you. But ally—""she raised her eyebrows and niled with Irritating .superiority. But in simple language,” she went on. vhat you say about her amounts to is: She is good-looking, she s out of i mind anid she doesn’t wear enough bthes.™ Fitch. pverheard and laughed. ‘Don't,” sald Tommy, “dom’t condemn ir out of my clumsy words. Please see |r, Mary. You .can't help wanting to {ip her. And lere’s no other girl I can o to. Take pr in-for A time's sake." Mary appealed to Fitch. What ought I to do?”’ she asked. if you won't help her, ! And every floating dream. The golf runner, cast hes off. Suppose 1 give you « note to a manager?’ “I'm not going to get angry if I can help it,” sald Tommy. “IL know it's a queer story; but please be a little care- ful” veil and a way of snuggling into the front seat that lures a fellow on to speed. The yachting girl, a sea flower that blooms best on a schoolboy's catboat or a millionaire's Salt sprays her lashes. Just the fluffy fringed variety that blows in the wind and laughs a lot, and wears high- heeled shoes and ribbons. wide territory—seen on the rolling hills where Copyright, 1915, Intern’l News Service the turt is green and short. Has jackets of ncarlet and yellow and green., gay indoor places at tiny tables, on white w: countrified. A'lacy flower, The girl who loves-a-horse. A lovely vine that covers A clatte By WINIFRED BLACK. He knows wherof he speaks, that's all. The woman who works from dawn till Gutzon Borglum, the sculptor, has |dark, without diversion of any sort, with- carved In stone a new Atlas. out any hope for tomorrow for herself This Atlds, for the first time in the [and does it for the sake of her family history of sculpture, is a woman, and [of little ohildren, knows that no honest she carries upon her back the world. [woman is ever compelled to do wrong A great ideal, Mr, Just to keep alive, , . |Borglum, a mag- She knows whereof she apeaks. dx:v...::duiza:‘:‘r? : ':.;?.‘. ‘:f ‘::I::::\ nificent idea, and A g0od woman i intolerant of a weak and telt her heart fall her with rage and |one that will live, |woman, not because she thinks the weak jealousy. But she controlled the expres- (because it has ita woman did not try to be strong, but be- slon of her face admirably and returned |Deginniog in the |cause she knows that she did not try slowly to the two young men. lvery depths of hard enough. “My dear Tommy Steele,”” she said |truth. For every woman who bhas had her own sweetly, “the proper place for that rav- | Men make the way to make In the world understands |ilshingly beautiful young creature is the ,world. They chanke just exactly what a bitter struggie that nearest police station.” iand fashion it to way I8 almost every second, and because Tommy drew a long breath to quiet his [sult their whims she does understand, and because she anger. Then he said gravely: “I'm al-|and fancies, but it @aia fight hey own way through the briers ways wrong about everything. Why, |is a woman who and out of the thicket—fight desperately I always thought that you had a heart, |oarries the burden —she cannot spend much time in soft charity and commen sense. And I was|sf 1t upon her sympathy for the woman who stays at even wrong about that.” shoulders. - the bottom of the bill because she did tonfkht, won't you? Just for [l Cpoer” beins. | happy and lonely I'd have to be."” Fitch came forward with a iudiclal | mnner. 'l comgratulate you, Tommy," he said, | Jth a sort of a man-of-the-world (“you | JHFCC OF )2, you dog!") tome of volce. “She uck ler head out of the cab window (st now to speak to & mewsboy, and hat you say about her looks is all too we. But why & show-girl should be jund running loose {n the Adirondacks | her show-girl costume I don't know. nless somebody took her there, and— RUBBE ) i { | !bul it only you could love me the way ™| quietly—and you couldn’t be lonely and | | | | | | We've had a sort of row, but we are very | fond of each other, and we've n dear old | Ana he turned upon his heels and left | the reom. { It was getting dark and something had to be done quickly. “Celestia.” said Tommy, as he entered | the cab, ‘T'm golng to try my father. housekeeper, and she'll look after you.” “And your young friend—Mary—what | dia she say ™" “Nothing interesting or Important,” ithe world died to- If_all the men in PR not have the courage even to try to climb. morrow, we should What is ft the old hymn says. have a pretty bad time of it, we women, | ‘A cbarge to keep I have' That Is e should be lonely eAd heartsick and |Lhe Song that every woman either con- homesick enough in all conscience, hut":;""ly i :‘";‘)’W"“"Ym"‘m' by heart it would go on heing a rather pretty |Pefore she is 2 yeara o world and rather & comfortable worid| All that is heat, all that is finest, all and rather a civilised world, after @ |that is moblest in the world is m charge fashion, for all that, for & time, of women. If all the women should die today | If we women fail, what will become of sald Tommy. Celestia was silent for a few moments. Then in a small voice she said: | “Nobody wants me. I'm a terrible| trouble to you. Your father won't take | me in. I know he won't. And—I knew, that ¥ wouldn't be happy when I turned They told me | wouldn't. But I didn't know how un- Tommy, deeply touched, suddenly took her in his arms and kissed her. For a| moment she lay against him, and her lips moved against his. Then she freed her- | 1dden energy and exclaimed ‘I mustn't—I mustn’t.” 1 “Why mustn't you, Celestia, dear?® | “Just because I want to so much, so I know I mustn't.” “Celestin,” sald Tommy, “if my father won't take you in—thére's one pérson left—me. 1 don't want to take advantage, 1 love you, we'd just go and get married unbappy.” ‘I didn't come down to this world te marry,” sald Celestia, and she sighed. In his heart, beating wildly and ex- ultantly, Tommy thought, “But you will —you will And he ran up the stairs of Barclay's house, hoping that the man he called father wouid refuse the pretection of his roof to Celestia But day, motified by Stilliter of Celestia’s evasion with Tommy, was only too anxious to detain her untfl she could once more be turned over to the profes- sor's guardianship. This was more lmportant than any risks to his plans which he might be running in having the girl in his own | house. So when Tommy, looking very manly, told bis father about Celestia, that one said at once: “Poor thing—popr ohild~of course we must take her in and think afterward."” “God blgas you for a brick.” cried Tommy, and he dashed off. ? | (To Be Continued Tomarrow.) ' |just as there is some truth in most jokes, | wouldn't be six months till the men were |the children? living in caves and killing each other! The man may shifik his part of the with war-clubs, burden; he may throw off the load of ““Why are women always so hard upe: are he has assumed; the woman must cther women who do net do right?' carry hers to the very end How many times have you heard that £ question and in how many ways have| How did you earve your woman Atlas, you heard it answered? There are jesting answers: “it's the unlon protest against the scab.” r y You Would Probably Be Happy. Miss Fairfax: [ om 41 and five “Marriage is a secret soolety and all the women in 1t’ regard with suspiefon and dislike all the women outside of it." | And there ls some truth in the joke, ! i or we wouldn't laugh at them. There's the emotional answer: “Women is the finer vessel, and when she breaks | Dear " years ago my wife died anl left me with #he breaks to finer pieces T udrn, Tasely & lndy friend, There's the indignan: answer: “It 1s | whose age is 2, has been trying to make Jove to me, and uently tallked mar- riage, saying that If she should ever be- come my ‘e she would take good care of my euh.lldm.ln- saeive w:fixa I r nle seem wel , Now ?'1&. this ?fi but my only objection is the differemce between our ?u LAWRENCE B, W Since the gir| loves you and shows it #o frankly, I think you are quarreling with your fortune in hesitating to make her r wite—if you' love her. Don't do her the injustice of marrying her to get & housekeeper or & governess for your children. If you really love her you will be able to Lridge the gap be- tween your ages not true. Women are better friends to wome1 than men ever dared to be.’ LAll true—the snswers-and all false, too, every one of them. I wonder If any of us realise how many shallow fhings spring from the deepest impulses of the heart? I never knew & man-a really fine man —~who could be harsh in his jadgment upon & woman, no matter how wicked she was. A “She's weak,” he says: “whe Is timid; she is defenseleas: she would be good If she could, but she can't. I am sorry for her." And when the other womep hear him and look at each other in tolerant amuse. ment the man shakes his head sadly and : “How Intaler- “A Dasgerous Woman.' Dear Miss Fairtax: 1 have & son & -;.uil, Habend and T are misarabie over h ."I"ho :M r‘ol‘.k uly lhflluum:i And all the time he @oes not under- |is of any avall He s e Wik mariy The rare silken restaurant flower—seen at al races, where the music is always playing, at garden parties, where it isn't too lonesome or trim, bareheaded little blossom in shiny stems. She blooms everywhere in the Summer time—— Advice to Lovelorn vivid York. alks, dances. The creature in a ring, but thrives and glows in the l The darling variety w | | room. Mr. Borglum? I ahould like to see it. Ia she stumbling now and then?! Do her shoulders bow? Is the hope and joy of Nving faint in her face? Or does she walk as most women du, singing and smiling, although her heart is sore with grief? 1 saw her the other day, the MNttle woman whose husband had deserted her. Ehe's teaching to meke a lving for her children. And when she is through school o runs home and gets dinner for her oh ren, and late at night she sits and sews for them, And they are all she lives for, all she thinks about, all that she loves. And she is one of the best story telle 1 ever heard, and at the teachers meet- ing she is the life of the party, snd one of her little girls told me, just the other “When mother comes into the room it is as If the sun were shining.’* Is it of such & woman as this you thought when you made your Atlas, Mr. Borglum? 1 hope ahe al Atlas. 1 hope she laug ens her shou'ders and sa ® a8 she waiks, your and straight- my back. like & bubble it I wanted to. “And he would carry it for me—the man T love—If I would let him; but he {s just a little child and he could not bear the weight of it, and so I love to carry It—to the end.’ ¥or, oh, we love the pride und the honor of it—the carrying of the burden of the world—and th: power and glory of 1t, and we would not be rid of it If we could. « By Beatrice ¢ Fairfax speak unkindly of your won's friend you | arouse his ohivalry to befriend her. She probably makes him feel that he alone, of all the world, understands the finer side of her nature. Do you dare try the herok: measure of offering to be on his side and to befriend her If he will wait & ysar? Perbaps If he sees her all he likes and the romance of having it & | clandestine affalr lo gone he will tire.of her. Have her st your house and have many other charming young people there Wo. Make the affair as commonplace and taken for granted as possible. . Be kind to the girl you fear. No matter how she treats you, be unfailingly patient and swoet. Make your son feel that you are his friend. Don't hurry bim by too much opposition. Time is & wonderful aid. Be brave enough to meet the girl lon her own ground. This is your only chance to Influence your som. Don't Be Petty. Dear Miss Fairfax: One afternoon 1 said in & joke to my friend that 1 was coming up to see her Sunday. She teld stand i ihe least her ih spite of every! . Bhe looks|me that I shouldn't come as she was i You can make & woman belleve thas it |like his mether ok o _timnce, | 200 f 1" would some thore wo is tmpossible to hoe corn all day in the |his ridiculous uation. How can ||mepy giris for ‘mhb youns lady s hot sun and go to & dance all night the save my boy? will not ses, hesr or gm;g.‘"m,. Sk T g fuvited el .u:j:; ll.flerwunl dance every dance and |isten. Fren o e ia-onk -—at i such an easwee? ANXI0 L a week, ‘our » Don't be supersensitive. There You cannot make u man whe has done [by & hewrtbroken BRI 1, 200 2n DRGNS | TR 38 Re this very thing believe that it is impos- A situstion susch as vou desoribe 18| you each time she entertaing. Go to the sihle |freugnt with danger Fvery time you party by all means. from the blue Pacific to C tulle held on the shoulders by a pearl, a blow- ing, slim thing with grace amazing, who never seerus to feed or sleep or need the rain and sun, “It I8 not heavy, this that 1 earry upon | I could blow it imte the alr | entral Park, New The temnis girl. Strangely confined and thriving, oddly, too, for a flower, on a square ot white sand fenced in by high nets. All white and lively. The sea bloom. A black anemone. A shiny, sleek flower, with two floating arms and legs, almost always black, trimmed in bands of The ho decorates the wisp of satin and other colors, very lovely and very deadly. sea Is a-swarm with it close to shore. ~-NELL BRINKLEY. hot air of the ball By KLLA WHEELER WILCOX. (Copyright, 1915, Star Co.) The gulf between people of wealth and the world’s tollers can never be bridged until some method is found to awaken the brains and hearts of the wealthy class to a better understanding o f those who work for A living. employ me considerats There seems to_he something in the poageasion of great wealth which creates & hardening of the heart and a blinding of the spiritual viston toward others less fortunately situated. A French teacher, popular among the ultra-fashionable circles of New York City, few years ago was obliged to give up his rooms because his patrons went to ve far more thoughtful aud The most indir- Europe for the summer owing him ferent, imconsider- money. He had relied upon it to pay his ate, thoughtless rent in advance. Innumerable cases could be cited. Tt is not the exceptional situa- tion; the exceptional case is that of the wealthy man or woman who promptly pays a debt. This condition excites antmosity in the minds of the world's ‘tollers and does much to Increase unrest. It would be an excellent {dea If all teachers, merchants and tradesmen could combine in & union Incomses. and respectfully demand better treatment g PR oo and more prompt payments in, their deal- poesent Mecrde Pt g 1ings with the rich. 4 are far more keenly alive to their obli- sations in these matters, and they pay their debts with much greater promptness {than do people of wealth. Ask any of the music teachers, teach- ers of languages, dressmakers, tallors, {merchants and tradesmen in the land, | and they will corroborate these state- ments. | and careless people on earth when it comes to the pay- ing of bills and the lquidating of debts which are justly Aue are the people Who possess for- tunes and large HARDLY STAND A young woman music teacher said re- | Because ‘errible M | cently: My patrons are almost all peo- of T Dle of wealth. They employ me for their | &che. Relieved Ifl daughters, wives and sisters, and make no protest at my prices. Yet when I p sent my bill at the end of a term the | | { | | greater numiber of my patrons compel me |to walt six, elght and even twelve months ifor a settement, | “This ia tn order that thelr money may 1contiuue to draw Interest during that period of time. Meantime I am obliged to keep continually in debt, and when thelr monoy I8 recetved it goes to. pay for what ome generally terms ‘dead horses.’ | | “The few people of modest means who i Philadelphia, Pa.~** ered displacement and inflammation, had such pains in m lsides, and terrible | IuShoots.. | Foshaiomlie et & vl e ol { miserabie enough to be entertaining. The way of the transgressor is not only hard, but blamed slippery. Pinkham’s Vegetable every suffering womam.""— . FisHER, 1625 Dounton 5t., Nicetown, Pa. | Another Woman’s Case. O\ age in the most effective reformer | Providence, R.I.= ‘I cannot speak {of all. | too highly of your Vegetabl | " [ as it done wonders for I The fair, blonds woman may have a | 'l:‘g“"‘ “M" “-‘J oy dark a ; r T ~ | Emti) T could hard and was The real American girl can propose (o | ly run a fellow without ou, down when I took Lydia | Relpad e and T ars oo bagtef heaith It s frequently found that the bullfrog ! ent. 1 work i ina | voice s ace: - | doin, n::,: accompanied by & tadpole intel . l;'.nm¢ "‘:filzfi x:& your Vi ng & word, | The healthy kid om ome roller skate finds more joy thau the dyspeptic mag- | manyof my friends.”’—Mrs. ABSL nate in & limousine. | CON, 126 Lippitt S, Providence, B.L The virtues of some men ale never up- " parent until brought out by the eriminal | : lawyers who defend them. | At ® iman knows that he @idn't know what he thought he knew at M. Some people ha without { tune virtuoso dispositions being able to even whistle » = ey