The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 4, 1903, Page 6

THE SUNDAY CALL. e harm about the of which her w nothing. the charm ble charm world and e charm that 1d associa- sees but little beyond . r home becomes yow in Ther ot s of its ple too the wrong end of so much 1 heard very ked, but able view broad catholl- 18 of the char- ters. She d form and pinion that sother to be ence of environment fascinations. er heart is kept - " st ele busy swork ™ - s a If w ahaty " P r e t - S ar the tn cin of home ces or 1 unspoiled by public cultivate all the gifts principle of ness that knows no eats all alike. d this hard to ac- woman of the world er of course, as an en- nhood of which she © best companion for a an is a shield and guide, es herself companionable a to that of other keeps him from tempta- ot o prone to give full vices when assoclated with a CUPID, caon?&r); oF the . ~-C OLL.ONEL rse, she be of such unlese, ot it st profanity to call of woman. One who f rse, does not figure among the women whom we ana- lyze, but even such a one whose record ntly is often a better man 1 she knows herself to be ken of good woman, yet a cer- tain amount of pride and se f-respect im- pels her to crave the esteem and good opinion of the one man whose friendship she prizes above all others. The woman of the world knows the d the frailties of women ach to a nicety, while to both She 18 good self without being straight-laced, b r he 's full of that charity to which who poses as being “‘Of good,” is an ab- solute stranger. She makes herself agreeable and her kome happy, and therein lies her charm. She sees no harm in entertaining a man friend, tete-a-tete, consequently would not think of remarking an acquaintance who indulged the same informal pleasure. She is not handicapped by convention- alities, nor is she hunting for the bad in others, wherein to criticise, or, worse still, to gossip about, preferring to see only the good that appeals to her. She may be the subject of remark or even of gossip herself, though seldom in- dulging in the lack of consideration it implies, for, above all, your true woman of the world is gracious, tactful and char- ftable in her judgments, merciful in her condemnations, and, being neither a prude nor a blue-stocking, accomplishes a world of good by a timely defense of one whom the world may judge harshly or even un- Justly. The narrow-minded woman can say more mean things and create a more ad- verse impression while posing as a saint than the unfortunate victim of her malice can outlive in a lifetime, and this is the don’t come, she knows it's all off. Say, & wagonful o’ vylets, which stands fer love, an’ nine-tenths of ‘em standin’ fer red hot scraps! Funny, ain’t 1t?” James sald it was, and sighed. To cheer him Kelly got out his tally sheet and explained the raison d'etre of every bunch. This one was a regular weekly, and represented an engagement; that was a three times weekly, and repre- sented, he guessed, a would-be engage- ment. Here was a monthly, and a newly married couple, g0 whose wedding Kelly had carried thd decorations. All thoss there used to be weeklles, and represented the making up of scraps as sure as James was a foot high. A bit further on, he concluded, James ‘was to get out and dellver Haight's roses, while he, Kelly, would make two stops down a side street and overtake him. Halght was No. 812, right near 8t. Cath~ erine’s. James glanged up. repeated. “Hospital,” explalned Kelly. end of the block.” For a long while James sat stiff and s~ lent. Buddenly he asked: “Which gets the most?" “Oh, Dainton. She’s good for near every day. First time this week, though. Here we are.” After a prolonged rummage behind the wagon James started off, while Kelly wheeled westward, hoping that Dainton’s mean would ultimately shake her, as she ought to have taken him on long ago. She, standing cloaked and gloved at an upper window, was debating the reverse. There was no earthly reason why hs should send them at all, if he didn’t want to, but if he did— She finger-nalled a whole row on the calendar, then glanced “St. Catherine’s,” he *“North A WAV IS /), CHRIMNLe IVHER Own Jorde hearing the driwer’s voice m pro- she ently, longed explanation, She crushed his essurances of & messenger with a haughty “I shall it {s reported,” and swept past into street. The third blunder that momth, carelessness! And of all days, day! Utterly nexcusable! And had waited half an hour and put om particular gown! She would see the was well reprimanded. And she bit 1ip, horribly posttiv ¢ ‘was, in that partic appear to any e - kel o ure, swinging a box, steps and wheeled northward. She recof- nized cap and uniform. The ¥ g~ tleman who forgot the viclets, and om’ such a day! He hurried on ahead, whis- tling blithely about “Just Une GirlL™ Site strode after, an approaching Nemesis, welding him more closely at each step to the lost leglon of cigaretts smoking, novel reading messenger She was just despairing of' his capturs when, with a backward glance, he passed in at St Catherine’s. Bhe had explored several wards and was pausing frresolutely near the screen- ° ed corner of another when a pasteboard cover on the floor met her eys. She stooped, then straightening with an ankry flush marched menacingly up to the screen and—drew back. - By a cot stood the gray- uniform, head bung, fumbline his cad and shufing his - injustice that oft assails one who hardly understands it. The woman who poses as "So good,” and yet who is often more malicious that good, knows that her word will not be tioned, hence her criticiams are more cruel. The woman who has lived insingle blesi- edness and single crankiness has uncoa- ly fostered a lot of eccentricities e embittered her and given the Al tinge to her judgments of others. cyni, No woman is ever so lovable as when surrounded in all the glory ot wifeh. with its crowning consecration of mother« hood. "It is then that she is as near akin to the angels as mortals ever dare hope to bes In the happy home that is Earth's re- flection of Heaven, A woman may be successful on the stage, she may become a power in the literary world, she may be the exponent of theories, and a demonstrator of the most abstruse problems of science, She may plead most successfully at the bar, and thrill her audiences with the magie of eloquence as she expounds truths that fairly electrify her and make her a tri- umph on the rostrum: she may be most successful in the management of business concerns. In fact, woman has wonder- fully and wondrously proven herself to be man's equal in the busy sace of life's busier world, but, after all, her real glory lles not in the race wi in she figures as man's eq often Ms superior, but she is at her t as Nature's ravishing understudy—the wondrous mystery of motherhood. THE FLOWER BOY By Melville Chater. OU, gentlemen, have often watched the royal Jrogress of James down the aven as he sat, spick and span, with squared arms and ram- pose, besjde the liveried driver, atop of rgeous wagon, purple, with silver ngs, behind a smart, glossily har- white team. You, fair ladies, have flut gly from your windows ing approach of James, his dig- cent, his soldierly dealings with the maid, and have thrilled with the cor- rectness, e @iscipline, the chastened all, as you tore off the tissue d exclaimed, sniffing, “Oh, aren't dear!™ : alities are the very foundations House—mot shop, To James 1e 2s painfully reared pinnacies. sen he first reported for duty, a baggy- <4 moylce with cheerful grin, nicotined gers and defiant tufts of tow halr, he gave his name as Jamesey. “James,” corrected the manager coldly. Ke unfolded the inflexible traditions of the house—uniform, shoes and hair irre- proachably brushed, linen immaculate, epine stiff, arms squared, eyes front, and unfailing respect to patrons, not custom- ers. James hearkened, abashed. He tried, too, but laundering counts up, especially when your little brothers and sisters can- not be reckoned on both hands, and your weekly salary can be reckoned eastly on one. Also, James had not been born with & perked nose and winkable eye for noth- ing. He persisted in mouthy stares, en- tertained patrops with appalling levity and snickered the faintest provocation. On the route he scandalized the driver by alighting with cakewalk steps and whistling sentimental ballads through his teeth. Reformation was as tedious a process as would have been the extraction of his wink or the depression of the perk in his nose. The manager believed that James meant well. Yet it was distinctly humiliating one day when . a pop-eyed, pig-tailed young person entered, staring awedly about the great, green, electric lit bower, and faltered that when Jamesey Quinn went out for dinner, now, would he ask him to step around to Heinrich's—glove counter—to see some one? Just some one, The manager raised James' consclen- tiously plastered hair. Some one never called again, but Joseph and Willlam jeal- ously observed that James' dinner hour was more often a dinner-hour-and-a~quar- ter. They gloated privily upon the end of evil ways, percelving a Damoclean :udo suspended over James' plastered air. One Monday morning James, instead of recounting the delights of Coney and bale ladizing through his teeth, ascended the wagon with a heavy sigh. All day he sat dumb, bis sprightliness wiited, his as- surance crushed, his stolid face, squared un:’ludluflmmbntmpqnm’ meries. i E i é E g H 5555 he began to mend, His dress ment were beyond suspicion; he berly cheerful, but his wink had fled even the perk in his nose seemed dued. His sole lapse was on the ing of Helnrich Bros.’ fire, when he yan a izest DrE SEES N0 HARM 1N - TETE —a-TETE Qeltvered for twenty years without becom- ing a trifle cynical. “‘Oh,” he sniffed, "it's what-you-call-it day—Valentine's, an’ every feller who's scrapped with his girl gets a chance to Kelly, a bachelor, had mot . & . try a feeler. You see, he don't have to put his pasteboard In the box. She knows Wwhere it comes from, all right, au’ 1t LNTERTAINING A MGV FIEIEND glanced out for the tenth time that half hour—to behold the famillar purple and silver wagon. feet. Pillow propped sat a pop-ey talled little girl. She was mu'lq'n‘,?'. the gums. One arm was bandaged: the other hugged to her nightgo 3 . bunch of violets. R e “An’, say,” she was confiding, prodigious sniffs, you—not a bit.” A between T wasn't reeles mad ag Outside Miss Dalnton met the purple * wagon. Its driver approached groveling, “The matter is settled,” she interrupt- ed, loftily. “I have no complaint,” ang stalked on. - .