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"A Lot of IQssing Girls Don't Marry at All-Just Because of the Kissing/ Beatrice? Fairfax
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On Their Last Night in Paris Helen Follows Warren
to the Cafe de la Paix.
MABEL HERBERT URNER
„ n KAn,wmyou lift out this tray
11 for me?
"Where do you want it?"
With his cigar in his mouth, Warren
lifted the tray from Helen's trunk and
Stood looking around for a place to
"Here, on the bed. No—wait, I
t»Vant to fold some things there. Just
>j»ut it here," shoving forward a chair,
g But the chair seat was not quite
nride enough, and the next moment
■%hf tray toppled over, its carefully
packed contents scattered over the
The devil r* muttered Warren,
scowling at the upturned tray.
"Oh, and I had it all packed!" be
wailed Helen, almost in tears.
"Well, why'd you tell me to put it
there?" resuming his study of the
steamer plan, while Helen turned over
the tray and began to repack it on
"This outside room on deck B looks
pretty good," he frowned, "but there's
that promenade deck right outside,
and we don't want any infernal band
waking us up every morning, as we
Lad coming over. What d'you say?
Take a chance on that room?"
v hy, dear, whatever you think,"
murmured Helen absent mindedly. In
tent on repacking the tray.
"Weil, look this over when you get
through there." And Warren threw
down the plan, thrust his cigar be
tween his teeth, took off his coat and
through, and it took him only about
a fifth the time it took Helen.
Now he pulled out his trunk from
the wall, unlocked it, strode over to
the wardrobe and came back with an
<he contents of the tray spread around
her. But even as she spoke a box lid
crunched under Warren's foot.
"Then don't pUni yourself right in
the middle of the floor! Shove that
stuff up against the wall or go into
the front room —this bedroom isn't
big enough for us both to pack in."
Helen dreaded packing. It was al
ways a trying time, for Warren hated
the confusion and was always irrl
"How about these soiled clothes?"
he demanded, taking down the laun
<'rv has: from the wardrobe door.
"Want me to put these in my trunk?
"Oh, yes. if ,you will. Dear. I'm
going to be SO crowded—if you could
"Well, I can't. I told you to buy!
an extra trunk. If you didn't get it
•—that's your own lookout."
"But we've got more trunks at home
" "Oh. I'd forgotten about the laun- j
4ry," exclaimed Helen in dismay, j
"How WILL I get all those things j
With a shrug Warren went on with
his packing, and in a marvelously
short time ho was through.
"Now you can have the field to
I -elf," as he locked his trunk and
went into the next room. "I'm going
to write some letters."
* For the next hour Helen anguished
ever her packing. Even her dainti
est things had to be crushed into the
smallest possible space.
"Getting through?" Warren ap
peared at the door with the stamped
letters in his hand. "This Is our last
night In Paris. How about going over
to the Cafe de la Paix?"
"Oh, dear, I can't —I'm not nearly
through." glancing around the room
mill littered with things yet to be I
packed. "And with that hard channel
trip tomorrow —won't we be too tired
If we go out tonight?"
"We'll have the whole week on the
r-i< ..mer to rest up in."
Yes, I know, but I don't believe I
"All right, suit yourself-—but I'm
Her heart sank as she watched him
hrush his coat, take his hat and stick
and start out. It was a wonderful
night. A soft breeze blew aside the j
curtains, bringing in the strains of aj
distant hand otgan. and the mingled
street sounds of the summer night.
night—oh, why hadn't she gone with
they came back. What difference did
Breathlessly she ran to the door, but:
down. Then she saw on the dresser
street—to be ready In case he should
come. Then she gathered up the let
v ters and started down to mail them.
j He migrht still be lingering about the
The lobby was full of people, but
Warren was not there. She dropped
the letters In the box and walked to
one of the long, low French windows
that opened out on the street. This
was their last night in Paris. Newer
had the lights and gayety of the
streets seemed so alluring.
She pictured Warren at one of the
little outdoor tables before the Cafe
de la Paix, sipping a cognac and
watching the gay throng that
streamed by that popular corner.
j Then, like an inspiration, came a sud
den thought that sent the color to
I her cheeks. Why could she not go
j now? If she took a cab—she would
be perfectly safe.
Whenever Helen yielded to an im
pulse she yielded quickly, knowing
that if she stopped to think tt over
she would probably not yield at all.
And now she rushed up to the desk
j with an eager request for a cab.
Three minutes later she was being
whirled toward the Cafe de la Paix
What If Warren should not be there?
But she need not get out of the cab
unless she saw him. Her heart was
beating fast- To be driving alone at
night through the streets of Paris—
the very daringnees of it thrilled her
with a sense of adventure.
When the cab drew up Helen gazed
out in dismay. She had not realized
how many tables there were in front
of this famous cafe. How could she
find Warren in all that crowd?
The driver opened the door expect
antly, but Helen would not leave the
sheltering refuge of the cab until she
had located Warren. At length she
earn- him at a small table far back of
the green hedge.
With eager excitement she sprang
out, paid the cabman and started
through the maze of crowded tables.
Warren was just as she had pictured
him, his hat pushed back, leisurely
smoking a cigarette with a small
cordial glass before him. He did not
see her until, with an excited laugh,
she slipped into the chair beetle him.
He did not seem surprised. Warren
was never startled. Now he merely
flicked the ashes from his cigarette
anri asked with cold displeasure:
"What sort of a caper do you call
"Oh. dear, I couldn't stay there
alone. I should've come with you.
It's our last night in Paris —and I
couldn't spend it packing."
"How'd you get here?"
"I took a cab ~~lt was perfectly
"Suppose I hadn't been here?"
HE 18 ANGRY
"I'd have gone back—l didn't leave
the cab until I saw you."
"Well, you might expect such esca
pades from a young girl—but you're
old enough to have more sense."
"Please don't be cross, dear," slip
ping her hand into his under the
table. "I pictured you sitting here—
and I couldn't help coming."
"What do you want to drink?" un
graciously, as the waiter suggestively
wiped off the little marble topped
"I'd rather have an ice. Do they
serve ices out here?"
"When a little later the waiter
brought a tall, slender glass of mer
ingue glace Helen dipped into it with
a sigh of content.
For almost an hour they sat there,
watching the changing crowds at the
tables and the never ceasing stream
of people passing by.
"Dear, wouldn't you think they'd
have these street cafes in New
"Sidewalk space too narrow and
taxes too high," answered Warren,
who by this time was ln a better
humor. "This sort of place Isn't so
profitable. See that fellow over
there with the panama hat? He's
been sitting there all evening and
I he's ordered only that one glass of
beer. The management's losing money
on that table, all right."
The theaters were out now. and cab
after cab rolled up, from which
stepped women ln conspicuous toi
lettes. Many of them were actresses,
and some of them looked as though
they had come direct from the stage.
Their escorts were dapper Frenchmen
with opera hats and light gray spats.
One tall blonde in a trailing white
gown was followed by a huge white
bulldog with a jeweled collar. From
the next cab swept a pale, slender
woman with gleaming dark eyes—a
famous French actress.
"Dear, this IS a wonderful place,
isn't it? You do see things here. No
—no, let's not go yet," as Warren
pushed back his glass and glanced at
his watch. "They're Just beginning to
come in from the theater. We may
never be in Paris again—oh I'd love
to stay a little longer."
"Well, you're a marvel of consis
tency," shrugged Warren. "You
didn't have time to come at all—now
you want to stay all night. But all
right. I've no packing to do—l'm
game." as he lit a fresh clgrarette and
shoved his empty gioss toward the
A Business Girl
HERE in my inky list I hold a letter on severe, businesslike paper
from one of the valiant army of girls who do battle in New York
town shoulder to shoulder with the men. It's rather different from
the one I hold in the other hand—an odorous little gray note, lined with
delicate tissue as thin as tulle and breathing sandal seed when I ripped
it open. The one is plain and square and typed, smelling of just clean
air, the very sign and symbol of the trim, black and white, sane and
cleanly sort of brainy girl it came from. The other is long and narrow
and faintly scented —awfully feminine—making one see the easeful, lazy,
charming, luxury lapped girl it came from. One was probably rapped out
on the typewriter at 8:30 a. m. The other was scrawled in bed on a silken
knee at 10:30 a. m., with her chocolate tray just finished beside her. One
Do You Know
The most valuable pearl ever found
on the American continent has been
taken to Chicago to be appraised. The
pearl was found by Dr. Jesse Carr
on the banks of the Fox river. It
weighs 62 grains and is a perfect
specimen. The finder named It "Queen
of America" and presented lt to his
wife. On his first opportunity he
took it to Chicago to have it ap
praised and was astonished when he
was told that lt waa worth more
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An extraordinary case of religious
mania is reported from Panama. An
individual who has proclaimed him
self the Messiah predicts the de
struction of the world by a deluge
in a short time, and some of his 80
adherents are engaged ln building an
ark, while others are busy collecting
in pairs animals of all specie's found
in their region.
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Seven members of one family liv
ing in the Ness district of the Island
of Lewis (Outer Hebrides) go weekly
to the local postofflce to draw old age
pensions. This remarkable group con
slats of three brothers and four sla
ters, all. Of course, over 70 years old,
the family of John Gunn-Llonel.
Parisians are seeking divorces more
than ever. Figures Just published
show that for the last year there
were no fewer than 7,000 divorces in
Paris, or 2,000 more than in the pre
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Bronchitis is the most fatal disease
ln England; next comes consumption,
snd then heart disease, pneumonia
(Copyright, 1915, Intersatiopal News Serrlce)
-Nell Brinkley Says:
LITTLE BOBBIE'S PA
PA took Ma & me to the state fair
day befoar yesterday. Pa pritty
neerly got arrested, but he was
lucky & got away.
Pa was telling us how he used to
be a grate favorit with the farmers
wen he was yung A went to the fairs
back hoam. I was always In grate
demand to be a judge, Pa sed, A wen
I wasent judge of the races, I was
judging babies A punkins & horses A
cows. I offen look back & wonder,
Pa sed. how them simpel farmers got
along at thare fairs without me.
Ma looked at me A winked. Me A
Ma is so used to hearing Pa talk that
way that nothing wich he says any
moar maiks us talk any notls. But
we was very glad he asked us to go
to the fair, so we all went.
Rite after we got in the grounds
Pa found a old frend of his that owns
a big farm. Cum on oaver to this
booth, he sed to Pa, A bring yure
fambly. I want you to taste sum
cider wich I have thare.
Ma A me tasted it. but it was aw
ful sour, it tasted like vinnegar, so
we dlden't taste and moar, but Pa A
his frend kep drinking it. This is
pretty hard stuff, Isent it, sed Pa's
frend. It mlta be for you sed Pa, but
it isent hard for me. In my day. Pa
sed, I have drunk so much of every
thing tnat a littel harmless appel
juice isent going to send me to the
You better be careful, deer, sed
Ma. My father used to have sum
hard cider at hoam in Oregon that
was worse than alkohol. He got two
deekuns & the minister full one nlte
at a church soshubal. Ma sed.
I alnt any deekun or minister, Pa
girl had just covered a mile, more or '.ess, of city streets on a stout pair
of pumps. The other had maybe covered the space of velvet carpet be
tween bed and window on a pair of oriental "mules" with pink heels bare.
One little chuckle I can get in here: The busy feet jn the pumps and the
lazy ones in the mules are just alike—the busy ones just as pink and white
and kissable as ever the others are!
The square white letter says—courteously and appealingly—"Make
if you please once, not the splendid creature of leisure and plenty, but just
the plain business girl! There arc a lot of us, you know."
The narrow gray letter says, "Make, if you please, a fussy creature
who finds life a thing of rosy down, and who sometimes wishes she had
—A JOB! There are a lot of us, you know!"
Here they are. Both together!
WILLIAM F. KIRK
sed. lam a hero, Give us another.
Ma & me went around & looked at
ail the horses and cows & we had a
ride on the merry go round & saw a
horse race, & wen we cairn back thare
was Pa & his frend, rite at the saim
booth A each of them with a dipper of
the hard cider.
This is a glorus day, Pa was saying,
A this hard cider Is glorus. Look at
that queen that jest went past, she
smiled at me, sed Pa. Did she, sed
Ma, you dident know Bobbie & I was
here, did youT Did she smile at you?
She must have been laffing at ma,
sed Pa. I suppose I do look kind of
warm * mussed up.
Well, sed Ma, wenever you think
you have had enuff of yure friend's
appel Juice, we better go oaver to the
grand stand A see the next race.
Thare Is going to be three grate trot
ters ln It.
All rite, all of us will go, sed Pa I
am a grate judge of horseflesh, Pa
aed. Lead me to yure grate trotters.
I will tell you wether thay are grate
or not If you lead me to them.
If you doant put away that dipper
you will have to be led, sed Ma. Cum
on, deer. Thare are other things in
this world than appel cider.
So we all went oaver to the grand
stand A Pa showed the farmer at
ths gate his card. I doant want to
buy any cards, sed the farmer. I
newer carry them.
I am not selling cards, sed Pa.
You do not understand me. This is
my naim. I used to be considered
one of the gratest race Judges In the
oountry. I want to Judge this race.
Git out of here or I will run you In,
sed the farmer. lam a deputy sheriff.
My nalm is Harry Misner A I will
pinch you, by heck.
You wont pinch me, sed Pa. One
moar word from you & I will muss up
yure kisser. Pa sed.
Lissen heer, my deer cider feend,
sed Ma to Pa. You A I A littel Bob
ble will maik our way by eesy stages
oaver to the auto wich we cairn here
In. We will go right hoam. Thare
will be no war today.
On the way hoam Ma kept telling
me newer to drink hard cider wen I
grew up. Ma toald me anybody that
drank hard cider had a soft hed.
How to Keep Face
Young and Attractive
( VNttosNl Hygienic Review)
The way to ward off old age is not
to fear it, not to allow one's self to
be oppressed by the dread advancing
years. Use only legitimate prevent
ives and avoid trying experiments
with preparations not indorsed by
physicians. An entirely safe and very
effective way to keep the complexion
young looking and beautiful is to
apply ordinary mercolised wax at bed
time, using it like cold cream, wash
ing it off in the morning. This grad
ually absorbs the withered, faded
cuticle, which is replaced by the more
youthful, pink tinted underskin. One
ounce of this wax, to be had at any
drug store, is enough to completely
rejuvenate a worn out complexion.
Crow's feet and other wrinkles, the
first signs of advancing age, may be
removed by a simple, harmless prep
aration mad* by dissolving an ounce
of powdered saxolite in a half pint
witch hazel. It is used as a face bath.
The Girl Who Refuses to Be Kissed
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am 20 and have known a
young man two years older, who
lives near me, all my life. I
have been abroad for five years,
and, upon my late return home,
of course, resumed friendly rela
tions with his people. He asked
me If he might kiss me, which I
refused, and after that tried sev
eral times In a playful way to
caress me, which I also resented,
whereat he called me "cold" and
said I had no reason to be so dis
tant with him, and now keeps
shy of me and has broken several
promises he made me, although
ln all other respects I have tried
to show a friendly interest in
him. Was I really too reserved?
Does our long acquaintance really
entitle him to that kind of
familiarity? I think a good deal
of him, but more of my self
respect. Do you think if he
really cared as much for as
he appeared to at first he would
b# so easily discouraged?
SO he called you "cold," did he?
Dear me, what a dreadful in
dictment —cold —what a crime to
be "cold" to a man you know so very
Tell me, little girl, which would
you rather do, have this very "friend
ly" young man tell you that you are
"cold" or have him tell other men
that you are not at all cold?
Wouldn't say anything about you
for worlds? Wiat's what you think,
isn't It? Well, now, just make up
that good sensible little mind of
yours to think differently, that's all.
I don't know the young man in
question, but if he's anything like
most of the young men I do happen
to know he isn't so very secretive
about hia opinion of the girls he
Why should he be, pray tell?
Why should a girl let a man kiss
her if she's afraid he'll tell somebody
about It, if she doesn't want people
to know? Don't do it, that's all.
The kissing girl is known from one
end of her town to the other and
known, too, as a "kisser" —oh, yes, lt
sounds coarse and It is coarse, that's
the worst of lt—but It's true, and
while we're talking about these
things let's tell the plain truth—just
for a change.
Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
FRANCES L. GARSIDE
NO one in this world is accused,
tried, convicted and hung quite
as often as the husband, snd
no one ever goes so often to the gal
lows In Ignorance of what he did that
sends him there.
He looks up from his newspaper
and finds his wife looking reproach
fully at him, and though he knows
not what he has done, or Is doing, he
feels the noose tightening around his
He wakes up gayly and goes off to
work jubilantly, and returns merrily
and meets frigidity, and it is not till
he has swayed at the end of the rope
for a week that he learns his offense
was neglect to kiss his wife goodby.
He forgets it is her birthday, and
passes over the anniversary of the
day when he first met her without
a sign of recognition and swings for
it Sweetly determined to be above
fault finding and to suffer In silence,
his wife never calls attention to his
faults in the commission. She as
sumes the role of the silent martyr
Lysander John Appleton is so ac
customed to the noose that when he
entered his home the other evening
he was not surprised to find his wife
in tears. He did not know what he
had done to offend. He wondered
with a sigh if he had done anything.
She sobbed when she took up the
dinner, and tears dropped in big gobs
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Some girls who let every man they
know kiss them good night, marry
and marry well, too—but a whole lot
of them do not marry at all. just be
cause of the kissing.
What man wants te marry a rtrt
who's kissed every mas she met far
the last four or live years?
Who wants to meet his friends aad
have them look at his wife with a
reminiscent smile f
Were you too reserved?
THE REASON WHY
What in the world makes you
Because the man doesn't come to
see you any more?
That simply means that he doesn't
want to spend his time with you un
less you let him make all kinds of
love to you. What of it?
Do you want to be his "spooning
girl" and nothing else?
Do you want him to walk with you
and talk with you and make loee to
you for months and months, till every
one you know couples your names —
and then go and marry some other
girl who isn't quite so obliging as
Ten to one that's what he would do
—he isn't ready to marry, or he dees
not care enough for you to want to
marry you—that's all. Do you want
to be a kind of nothing better to do
girl for him?
SIRE TO BE
If you do, just call him up, and the
first time he comes around show him
that you are sorry that you were
what he calls so "cold" —and see
what he will do. I hope you will do
no such thing. I hope you will show
that young man that he'll have to
look elsewhere for temporary amuse
ment of that sort. You'll be friendly
and nice to him. Have fun with him
—be all that a light hearted girl
should be in the way of a companion
But you'll draw the line—where the
man himself draws it when he thinks
of the girl he wants to marry some
If he loves you he'll come back.
He won't stay away because you are
"cold." If he doesn't love you—the
sooner he begins staying away the
better —for you and for him, too.
Stick to your colors, little girl, the
clean, wholesome, honest colors of
clean, wholesome, honest girlhood—
they'll win: they'll win—and what
they win will be worth keeping.
on the table cloth when she served
the soup. He looked to Daysey
Mayme for an explanation, and found
her countenance was also tear
soaked. Her eyes swam In tears like
two oysters in a saucer of brine, and
when she tried to eat she choked
"What," he asked nervously, "is the
Daysey Mayme looked at her
mother, and from the eyes of each
woman there flashed a look of re
sentful understanding that resembled
in the prevailing dampness a flash
from a lighthouse blurred by the
"Is somebody dead?" he asked,
"No, but there ought to be," both
replied, turning their eyes on him.
Lysander John felt better. It is
something to know why one is to
be hanged, a consolation not always
granted the husband.
"You are responsible," from his
wife; "I have cried like this all day,"
from his daughter.
"If you had any consideration for
us, you wouldn't like them," from
his wife. "It's a vulgar taste, any
way." from his daughter.
"But what have I done?" from the
bewildered Lysander John.
"You said you wanted home made
pickles, and we have been peeling
onions all day!"
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