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PAGE EIGHT PALLADIUM'S MAGAZINE AND HOME PAGE Married Life HAS PARIS GONE FASHION-FREAK CRAZY? the Second Year Here Is the Latest Fad of the Gay City. By MABEL HERBERT URNER. SUNDAY morning a warm sun shiny morning with all the soft ness of spring in the air. ! was the first Sunday of Helen's visit.. Hiu- had awakened to find the uii :-:t re aininfi in at her window, and the room iilled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms. She drew back the i white muslin curtains and looked out on the old cherry tree that had blos somed just as profusely every spring since she could remember. The lilac bush by the fence was al so in bloom, and a bed of pink and white hyacinths added their fragrance to the air. Over everything was the lazy peace end quiet of a village Sunday. At ten, i the stillness" was broken by the ringing ! of the church bells. Helen knew the ! sounds of them all the Baptist, Pres- ! hyterian and Methodist. The faint one ' In the distance was the old Roman Catholic church. Aunt Mollie insisted on staying ' home to take care of Winifred, so that ! Helen might go with her father and i mother to church. j As they went down the walk and i through the front gate, which swung j to after them with the old familiar j click, Helen felt as though she were j Jiving through again a Sunday morn ing of her girlhood. j Even the narrow boardwalk and the fit nnl nf utAnOC at V, a rnoclnfTo n'n.n I the same. Even the narrow boardwalk and the stepping stones at the crossings were the same. The dazzling sunlight filtered ; through the vivid-yellow green of the I maple trees and lay in wavering j splotches on the walk. Now and then ' a buggy rattled by raising a cloud of j dust from the dry dirt road. j Already several buggies and sur- ; reys were hitched to the white-wash- ! ed palling of the trees before the i church. The horses drooping heads and j elowly switching tails were part of i the whole lazy atmosphere. I Helen paused to glance at the old graveyard beside the church. There Were a few stones, marked by their whiteness among the weather-beaten. The moss-covered slab under the wil low tree was her grandmother's. How often as a child she had wonderingly read Its inscription: Here lies Sarah Joyce The dearly beloved wife of Samuel David Joyce, who died at the age of 62 in the year of our Lord 1874. A faithful wife and a loving mother. "The dearly beloved wife" that phrase had a different meaning for Helen now. How much it meant! Had her grandmother been that a "dear ly beloved wife." Had her married life been a happy one? Had her grandfath er been tender and gentle, or had he at times been as coldly indifferent as Warren? She thought of the quaint old du guerrotype of her grandfather, stand ing beside his young wife, who was sit ting stiffly in a straight-back chair, her t hands primly folded. They had looked I very simple and happy. But even with an imagination as viv id as Helen's it is difficult to picture romance in the life of one's grand parents. And she smiled now at her own whimsical sentiment. Inside the church her father led the way to their family pew. The carp of the aisle and pulpit was a little more worn, the gilt glit tering the same even the red satin marker that lay between the leaves of the pastor's open Bible. It was not the same pastor, but the droning monotonous notes of his voice xrere no different from his predeces sors. The hymn, a prayer, the announce ment of the weekly prayer meeting, and the ladies' aid society, the reading ' beautiful home, health and youth, was heard relating her experiences on a railroad journey. A man had stared at her continual ly; finally he had walked past her two oVthree times; and it last had offered her a newspaper. She had acepted it; and the man had talked to her until she reached her destination. Again she had been followed on the street by a man for blocks; and still again a man had met her, and stared at her, and af ter she passed he had continued to stare. "But how did you know." she was asked, "unless you turned and looked at him? It takes foar eyes to make a stare objectionable." Every decent-looking woman, un der eighty years of age, is subjected to more or less of this experience on the streets of American cities. But if sh conducts herself in a seemly and self respecting manner she will not be an noyed by its continuance. No man will presume to address a woman who is traveling alone if she does not return his glances. No man will follow a woman many blocks if she gives him no encourage ment not unless he is a highwayman or a lunatic. If she refuses to look at him he will give up the chase finally. There are many men of a cheap type who make advances to women in pub lic places without any cause. But if the advance is ignored or resented it is not repeated. Let no woman imagine she is pos sessed of peculiar or unusual attrac tions because she has these experi ences. And let her rest assured, if she res pond in any way to the advances of c i strangers of men to whom she has not been properly presented that she , will be regarded lightly by these men. and her name will be used by them in ; ways which would bring the bluh to ' her cheek could she listen. I Fathers, brothers and husbands are .always indignant when women of ! their own are subjected to such atten tions from stra;iTs. even when they , are subjecting other women to such , attentions. It is a curious fact- thnt most men have higher ideals for their daugh- ' ters. sisters and wives than most wom en have for themselTes. This is be cause women so frequently allow their ; vanity and self conceit to blind their judgment. Over in foreign lands in all foreign ' lands) a woman who permits any man to show her the least attention in a ; public place (any stranger at once brands herself as a woman of light character. And that is what she in here or any where in reality: even though she may be guilty of r.o immoral thought or act; yet she is so devoid of the finer instincts and attributes which make : up worthy womanhood that she is light-weight in character. TALE OF A TIGHTWAD. Ouch! He ibitterlyi I suppose you consider it juite a triumph to nTnke a fool of a uiau. She Oh. dear, no! A triumph is sonu'thinu' done that was difficult of achievement. Boston Transcript. Evry Man Should Tak to Haart th Moral It Points. We once knew a man who was too Min.jT to take the newspaper in hi (io:re town and always went over to borrow his neighbor's paper. One evening he sent his son over te borrow the paper, and while the son nu on the way he ran Into a larire stand of bees, and in a few minutes his face looked like a summer squash, Hesrlng the agonized cries of the son. the father ran to his assistance and in doing so ran into a barbed wire fence, cutting a handful of flesh from bis anatomy and ruining a $4 pair ef trousers. The old cow took advantage of the hole in the fence. it into the cornfield and killed herself eating green corn. Hearing the racket, the stingy man's wife ran out of the house, npeettlng a four gallon churn full of cream into a basket of kittens, drowning the wfceie flock She tdrpped on the cream and fell downstair, breaking her leg and a $19 set of false teeth. The baby, left alone, crawled through the spilled cream into the parlor and rained a $40 parlor carpet. During the excitement the daughter eloped with the hired Ulan, taking the family savings bank with them. The moral is that every man should be a subscriber to his home newspaper. Brooklyn Eagle. The Foolish Virgin By Nell Brinkley Here's the latest? What next O K ccurse there all know that. io nothing new under the sun we But! But the wooden shops of Hol- liaps they are going to swell the ring of ringed He.: noses. I A fashion from the Cannibal Isles! Paris, in taking up land would seem new if they appeared on Fifth j this freak fashion, daringly suggested by an amusing avenue instead of on the dykes of the Netherlands. j little actress, is watching to see if we will add the ac- Now consider the nose-ring. A popular French actress has set all Paris to consid ering it, and when you introduce the favorite ornament of the Fiji Islander on the boulevards and boards of Paris, you get a new combination. j complishment of wearing this ornament (?) to our other accomplishment of dancing a la our newly popular friends, the savages. The ankle bracelet has quite a number of followers now the nose-ring has made its debut, and the question T ,, .. i.i us ,1 iiuse-img sug-i hpfnre the lintiso is what iipiI' tint if wo over 00 r.ro and tedious sermon lonS gests a painted savage or the prize bull at a county fair. I our pretty little New York girls parading up the avenue Helen settled herself back in the i To some of the iddv ladies of the gay French capital it j with a ring in her nose, we either cut out Welsh rarebits tew, her eyes on the nodding flowers I has suggested a chance to appear with something novel, t a child's hat in the seat before her, daring and attention compelling decorating (???) her and her mind on Warren. t t . .t , . Where was he this morning? Would just wh"e lt 19 sure to "tinn. Ilia Sunday be lonesome without her? i PuS nose, Greek nose, straight nose, Roman nose, per- ' VT VU1U X7 JV I W ilUl illUUUCI C iV'l Villi j ' iter? Would they speak much of her? j ed out on the grass in the sun, blinked (When they asked him about her ; at them as they passed, what would they say? Oh, if she could i It was a long, drowsy afternoon, .only know just how be would speak i And in spite of all her relatives about, of her. If she could just hear the tones i her, for Helen it was a very lonely of his voice when he said "Helen" it j one. fvrould tell her so much. ; forever or march straight to the best insanity expert we can find. Nose-rings! Never! And you all agree, don't you, Kirls? OLIVETTE. While the minister droned on. Helen SAFEST LAXATIVE FoR WOMEN, lived over scene after scene of the last ' x. , , year of her marriage. Had it been in ' Nearlv evpry woman needs a good fter power to have made things differ-1 laxative. Dr. King's New Life Pills ent? That was the maddening ques-are good because they are prompt, tion which was ever beating in her jsafe and do not cause pain. Mrs. M. mind. With another woman might he;,, r..i i j h .. have been more loving? Had she been DunlaP of adl. Tenn. says: "Dr colder and more elusive had she lov-1 KinS s ew Llte Pllls helped her ed him less or shown it less might troubles greatly." Get a box today, he have loved her more? (Price 25c. Recommended bv A G. After the final hymn and benedic- j LUken & Co tion, i-ieien was surrounaea Dy reia- tions and friends. They stopped and j 4lVa1 In ttici aiala sinr? n Q n i ti nut nn ! the steps. LTncle Martin and Cousin ELLA WHEELER WILCOX On Flirting The Flirting Woman Is Peculiar to Amer ica; Abroad She Is Regarded as of Light Character, and Even Here No Man Respects Her. By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. T (Advertisement George were invited home with them to dinner. As they walked slowly back, the vil lage seemed even more lazy and sleepy than it had in the morning. Here and there some one lay in a j hammock on the porch or under trees ; in the yard. An occasional dog stretch- j Well Trained. "How long have you been married?" "So long that I can't remember when I had a will of my own." Detroit Free Press. There is nothing at all in life except what we put there. M me. Swelchine. i replied r"r HERE was a handsome Spaniard passing along a New York street: and he glanced. no doubt, admiringly, at a beautiful wom an, sitting in her carriage before a shop entrance. j The woman met his glance with a half smile. The man opened the car- riage door and took a seat beside the ! woman. She screamed and ordered him out. "But you smiled at me," the man said. "When a woman smiles at me, I think she likes me to sit beside her. "You fool. I was only flirting," the woman retorted. "I am a Spaniard and we do not un derstand the word flirting," the man And I am no fool. The wom an who flirts with a strange man is the fool." The man was quite right. Only in America is that type of worn an found the woman who claims to be respectable, and who in reality is not vicious; yet who, by her conduct in public places, and toward strangers, compels an observer to question her morality and respectability. There are women who do not seem to know the fine distinction between a man's admiration and his curiosity to test her good sense. Such women not only encourage the attentions of strangers, but frequently boast of these attentions as a proof of their own powers to attract admiration. The wife of a successful business man, and a woman possessed of every earthly blessing, a good man's love, a j- ill- ssjfer mm Mm " ' ' KrS? I .rii-v- f X y J te: V5 v . 'Af??- i ' - u 5 V2N " " Ulv'fl n i W c I ; ,A SHE deliberately blinds one lovely eye on the side where Loire sits in the bal ance, hardens her tender heart against the panting of his gold en head upon her breast, and sees only the glitter of that which clinks in the swollen bag on the other measure! Sometimes she ties the blind fold, lifting her white arms about her own eyes. Sometimes some ambitious relatives, singing all the while a little song about using one's head and not the heart, smoth ering her rebellious "nays," knots the cloth over the eye of her heart so she is blind to that side. "Foolish Virgin," the living gold of Love's head is a sweeter thing to hug to your breast than the cold gold In the swollen bag NELL BIXKLEY. S'MATTER POP (Copyright 1913 by the Press Publish ing Company. New York World) Bv C. Payne S MATTE? T-1 T I SM ATTfc? POYOUWANTTODO, p&TbU INTCNTONS j f J WUZ 6oNy gjsSj " j "fi S"MATTEl?fcl3 I ,1