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WHAT EVERY WOMAN WANTS TO KNOW-THINGS THAT INTEREST MAID AND MATRON
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OFTEN PROVES TO
. BE BEST OF WIVES
Ancient Adage That "Flirts
Never Marry" Isn't True in
Most Cases Her Experi
From time Immemorial much censure
nnd criticism have ever beset the path
way of that not-altogethcr-to-be-desplsed
yountr woman, the Flirt Watching her
somewhat lively deportment .-Mid inclina
tion to dallv with her various ailmlrers,
matrons shake their heads, sagely mur
muring the ancient ndace that "Flirts
never marry," while spinsters of unoci
taln years, hut quite certain opinion",
hold up their hands In condemnation.
Tot, In the fact of all thH, It Is a cu
rious but true fact that the flirt in most
cases not only does marr, but marries
quite happily iml Kilisfacti-rllv. and
really retains her husband's affection In a
fashion quite unfathomable to her former
For, after all, th solution of the prob
lem Is not far to seek. Hefore marrlaRo
this much-crltlclsed young ladv ha' gained
hf,r experience of men and their vas,
nnd once married, the is not nearly so
liable to fall Into the matrimonial mis
takes of her primmer sisters. tlioe er
rors of Judgment which so "Jar" ami Irri
tate the average husband. Her knowledge
of the mere male has taught her to steer
clear of these very pinpricks which drive
love out of the window and the husband
out of the home. If she hears her hus
band's footstep she Involuntarily glances
In the noareit minor to see that she Is
looking her ver best, then greets him
with as merrv and coquettish a smile
as In tho old dam when he anxiously
courted her among n ctowd of other
aspirants, and the neighbors consequently
termed her "that flirtatious girl."
Although now married, tho thought of
appearing hefore her husband untidy or
flnwdy or In am- way unattractive fills
her with aversion For before marriage
she reallv learned the value of nttinetlvc
ns. not merely thai essential attractive
ness in outnnrd appearance but, in addi
tion, the charm of an attractive and in
At an "at home" the other day I over
heard the following conversation between
twit married women, both nung and
prettv but differing In the fact that be
fore marriage one had been Invariably
denounced as "very flirtatious." while
the other had been held up n.s a model of
tfrllsh propriety. "Jlv dear." walled the
rnndil girl "I Hcaicelv over see George
now, and we've onl been married a year.
Business nil dav. and upr; night he goes
off to the club to gossip with his horrid
wen friends. I can't keep him In the
house at all. How do you manage to
keep your husband with you so much""
"Because I try to make our hii 10 n -attractive
In every possible way than the
club, and mself more nttraithe t" Mm
than any one else." replied the other
gaily, "and I don't consider his men
friend 'horrid', the im .! i , i
night 'they wish and smoke all over the
"But. my dear, how dreadful for you'."
erica me "model" girl. "Think of thH
rpciB ana the cigarette asm and the
"9Ju. fcother the carpets and the trouble
If my husband Is happy," was the reply.
"He says he Is proud to have his friends
drop In and meet me. and I Join in all
their talk. He says I'm the best com- j
iamuii iic mm, mm i mean mm to Keep
on thinking that."
"But I hate men's talk and politics ana
golf, and nil that sort of thing," said the
"You must make the effort an how,"
said the happily married girl. "Couldn't
you sometimes Just flirt with your hus
band a little."
"But. my dear." walled the "Model"
girl. "I have never flirted In my life, and
you nave tne aavantage or m I don t
know how to set about It!"
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ELLEN ADAIR GETS
HER FIRST PEEP AT
REAL LONDON LIFE
PRINCESS MARY OF ENGLAND
ARDENT DEVOTEE OF SPORTS
POINT OF VIEW OF
A LITTLE CASH-GIRL
True Interviews on the Struggle
To get at the mind and heart of tho
worker, to penetrate the veil and fathom
her mental attitude toward life and the
Teat struggle for life is no easy task.
"Vet the little 15- ear-old cash-girl talked
readily and well.
"I have always been a. worker, and I
like It," said she to me in her cheerful
way, "for mother used to go out. washing
and when I camo in from school, 1 had
to house-clean, and cook, and mind my
little brother and the baby Then, while
I was at school. I worked all Saturdays
In a store as "extra" girl. The hours
were sometimes a little long 5 In the
morning till 12 at night but then tne pay
was splendid for a child, for I got W cents
"And," with a happily reminiscent look,
"If I got home earlier, why, mother some
times let me have a nickel to go to the
"But didn't you want to play on Satur
days like other little girls?" I asked
"Why yes! But I Just had to forget
about that and It was great to bring- that
to cents to mother. It helped her so. But
all that ended three years ago, when I
left school I've been a real store-girl
ever since. And now I'm making H a
week. I feel so Independent, although,
of course, I give it all to mother. It's
all we have to ltve on. you see."
"And Isn't It rather fine, of you to 'give
It all to mother1?"
"I look on It this way." said the little
cash-girl earnestly, "mother used to -work
so hard for me, that now It's Just ray turn
to work for her! And that's only fair
play, you know. Those years of bending
over the wash-tub have given her rheu
matism, and now she cannot work hard
any more. Mother used to be so young
and pretty, but nan she looks sort of old
and tired. I want so much to take that
tired look away, to let her rest up a bit "
"And don't you want the gaieties that
girls of your age so often have?" I could
not refrain from Inquiring.
The Httle cash-girl smlled-and her
smile held no regrets, no bitterness, only
the sheer optimism and the wonderful
courage of youth. "I have no time for
many gaieties," she said earnestly, "but
I am very happy all the same. You
see, I work till half-past five and four
evenings a -week I go to night school.
The other nights I study at home, and
sew for my little brothers And Sunday
evenings I am free to read and enjoy
"And do you ever wonder Just wherfc
It is all leading to little girl'" I askeJ.
"Do you ever think of the duys and
j ears of work that lie ahead and feel
a. little frightened of it all?"
'I look on It this way." said the little
cash-girl earnestly. "When you fling
your heart and soul Into any Job, it be
comes Interesting And if you aim to get
on and on, and up and up. why you don't
seera to mind the long hours and the
difficulties. The Hint Hies so quick when
ou are busj that you lannot stop to
wonder if jou are hap y or not And
ok for the year ahead, I take a day at
a time, and that Is enough for me. But
1 in not afraid of the years, because Via
Daughter of King George Able Ten
nis Player nnd Horsewoman.
The only daughter of King George the
Fifth Is a young and charming girl who
early has learned the duties of her high
position. For. next only to her mother,
she Is the greatest lady In tho land of
nngland, nd holds the noblest rank.
With no slater to share hor lessons or
pursuits, the young Princess greatly ap
preciates the society of her live brothers,
and Is beloved of all from tho quiet and
reserved Prince of Wales to that Irre
pressible nine-year-old, the mlchlevoiu
Prlnco John. Kor Princess Mary loves ath
letic sports, and until lately ha3 always
shared In all her brothers' games. In re
turn, she has Invariably been the recip
ient nf their confidences and affection.
A ccrt.iln royal dlgnlt surprising In
so oung a girl clings to the youthful
Princess. She has Inherited the true
queenly manner, and once some ear.s ago
the Prince of Wnles was heard to say
that "Mary was welcome to do all the
State business, and leave him out of it,
as she UUrd It and he didn't."
Last year at the great tennis tourna
ment at Wlmhledon, when America tri
umphed In the winning of the Davis cup
n"d wrested the prize from England,
I'llncess Mary arrived young and beau
tiful In h-r simple white frock and pink
hat Her appearance was greeted by the
iipplnue of thousands, and n sea of opera
glasses was leveled upon her. But. al
though the color rose In her soft young
cheeks, her air of quiet self-possession
never for a moment wavered. Her eager
pnzn followed the lightning Ptrokes of
the victorious Mcljoughlln. and 'a in
terested was she In the game that when
a waiter camo bearing a tray for her to
take afternoon tea she waved It hastily
aside. The Davis cup was brought for
her to see. and when the great match
was over he rose nnd walked on the
lawn t,i the waiting motorcar with all the
dignity of grown-up royalty.
The Princess is a clever needle woman,
as might be expected of the daughter of
the Indefatigable English Queen. But
whether she possesses a love for It or not
Is very doubtful, although she sews ex
tenslvelv for the poor At an exhibition
of work done for the Needlework Guild
some one said to the Queen. "What a
beautiful piece of work PrtncsS Mary
has done " Tho Queen replied, "I am
afraid it has coit some tears.'
The Princess is a splendid horsewoman,
nnd has a great ambition to be allowed
to dilve an automobile. Mounted on a
llttlo chestnut cob, she rode to hounds
first at the age of 11, and since then she
has been an ardent devotee o.' the sport,
enloying many a gallop In Windsor ror
est or around Sandringham. As a tennis
player, the Princess Is most enthuslAStlc,
and the King and she have many a hard
fought battle on the courts.
rooking and all branches of domestic
science nie old familiar ground to her,
and she is a most successful amateur
The young Princess Is very much at
tached to the baby of the family, that
naughty, lovable little boy. Prince John,
of whom many amusing tales are told
One day, when he was quite a little fel
low, the Queen was entertaining a cele
brated lady to afternoon tea, and the lit
tle Prince was brought In to see her. The
noble lady stooped to kiss tho child, and
was somewhat surprised and disconcerted
when he smartly smacked her face with
the remark, "I am a boy and I don't kiss
The Princess has Jut been emancipated
from schoolroom routine, but still con
tinues special studies
HOPEFUL HEART BEARS
IMPRINT OF BEAUTY
Lovelier and More Desirable Than
First Freshness of Youth.
Th truest beauty Is but a reflection of
the soul within On the tired face of
many an o'd woman worker, on the home
ly countenance of many a kindly ma
tron. Is printed a deeper and more eternal
beauty than the mero first freshness of
youth. For suoh have lived and such
have learned to hope. The young girl
lives In the happy present, and her pretty
face gives but the promise of a deeper
beauty. But the old folks, with their
furrowed skins, have learned life's les
sons ' And lo n't iear to hope. Can poet'i brain
More than th rather' hfart rich sooa In
vent' Each time w mm the autumn's dylnff scent
tv know the primroee time will come again.
Not more -w hope, nor teia would soothe our
determined they will bring a bigger sal
ary with them."
"But the disappointments?" I said
"They have a good side, too," said the
little philosopher eagerly. "You know,
this year I planned to go for Just one
week to Atlantic City I've never seen
the sea, and I've always longed to go.
Well, everything was arranged, and I
v. as counting the days, when suddenly
I was moed into a new department and
told that I could get no vacation this
year at all' I was so disappointed, for
I had been saving for six jears to go.
But then this new department In the
store paid me more."
"So you think every cloud has Its sil
ver lining, is that It?"
She nodded her head sagely. "And I
know that happiness comes from Inside,
and we can really make it all ourselves,"
she answered "And 1 think a girl who
earns her own salary and can help at
home with It has such a line chance to
be happy Because she Is so necessary.
so needed And among the poor there
Is more love than among the rich'."
"And so you look forward cheerfully
to a long life of work all the time?" I
"I think the workeis are the happiest "
raid the little cash-girl eagerly. "There
are people who lift, and people who lean
But the people who lift are the ones
that really count, don't you think so
"Indeed I do, little philosopher." said
I "And carry that theor with you to
all prosperity and happiness!"
On Way lo America After
Her Mother's Death, Sad
v 'U n.M t A. ,., J u
I thlnlt the common places of a com
mon life nro more romantic than any
fiction. But no trumpet heralds the tell
ing of n common tale, no glaring foot
lights Illumine tho vital happiness of
life. Kor tho human soul shrinks from tho
limelight, and even to Itself will scarce
admit Its Inmost secrots. And yet this
slorv of my life will show tho very heart
A week after mother's death. th kind
ly little lawor who was negotiating af
fairs for me. had obtained my passage
to America, ami nccompnnled me up to
London to complete the final winding up
of business matters. With a sad heart.
1 bade a long farowcll to tho humble
folks in the little Imgllsh village, and
to the cottngo on the dear Sussex Downs!
In two hours' time we were In Iondon,
nnd on the morrow I was to sail for
America. It had all been arranged so
swiftly, so suddenly, but In that crowded
week 1 was glad that I had to work so
hard-gind that I had had but Httto
breathing space for thought and remem
brance' The hurry nnd the bustle dulled
tho (irst shnrp pain of my loss, and took
the tlrst keen sting of bitterness away.
INVITED TO DRIVE.
"Come come, Mls Adnlr," said the
little old lawyer fussily, as together we
stood nt the edge of tho pavement nt
ntfonl Circus, that great corner, where
in n roar and n very whirlpool of traffic
tho gieat Regent street and Oxford street
unite; "Come, come; you must bo hungry.
Since our huslncss Is concluded I wish
to tnki you to dine," nnd ho beamed
nftihlv upon me.
Hut above the ronr of the trafTlc his
thin inrt reedy voice quavered uncertain
ly, and mi thoughts wore with the crowds
around I stared transfixed and fas
cinated, a veritable country cousin. A
oung, tall, helmeted policeman stood
nlnne aniUlst that seething mob, and with
one uplifted hand kept back a hundred
f!lng taxis, wagons and motorbuses
Alone he stood there as with the divine
right of kings, for rich nnd poor,
co-onetcd carriage and careering loiry
oheved his slightest sign. And then nt
last the uplifted hand was lowered, and
the trafllc. like some wild caged thing
that can III brook restraint, leapt forward
with n great, dull roar again
"Ellen Adair," said the little lawyer
testily "I am not young, and I never
was. patient. Wc have stood her for ton
minute exactly. Behind us are the win
dows cf Jay's establishment. Just cram
med with hats, and gowns, and womon's
fal-de-rals And If you will turn around
and ga-o right there I can excuse you
being a woman and necessarily foolish!
But we cannot continue Tight here, gaz
ing In spaco and obstructing the King's
I could not but smile, and come to earth
again. "Across that awful street wo must
go." said tho little man, "If we aro to get
to Plccndlllv tonight by Tube or 'bus or
tal or anv way at nil. And to trust mv
life to the whims of that lanky Irish
' boy In the policeman's uniform Is a poor
I legal proposition' But need must." and
seizing my arm he plunged us recklessly
. Into the trafllc What might have hap
' pened I do not know, but I cast one de
1 spalrlng glnnce on the young policeman,
I nnd gallantly hn responded to the oc
casion. At a wave of his hand, the traffic
halted to let us cross.
AMAZED AT CROWDS.
We reached the entrance to the Oxford
street tube, and paused onco more. It
was G o clock on a fine July evening, and
tho tall-hatted, frock-coated London busi
ness men weie hurrying to tljelr trains.
The psssages to the Underground, thoso
strange, subterranean passages which
wind far below tho Iondon streets, were
full of hurrying men to mo thoy Feemed
llk so many frightened rabbits scurrying
In their wnrren.
It would be a pltv to go down there
this glorious summer evening'" snld I,
"even for a short time It Is only 0
o'clock, and wo have still moro thnn three
hours of dn light. I would love to ride
on a London motorbus!"
The little lawyer waved a frantic cane
to the first of a long line of great flying
motorbuses. which, like huge Jugger
nauts, were careering down Regent
street. The red-faced driver wheeled
sharplv Into tho pavement, and without
even stopping the vehicle, the conductor
at the rear leaned out nnd fished us both
up while they were still moving I
thought It amusing, but my companlon-at-nrms
was more 'at arms' thnn ever.
"Preposterous behavior!" he stormed
aloud, "I have never yet known a London
motorbus to really stop for man or
beast! One la literally picked up by the
scruff of the neck, heaved In, and later
on gently deposited In the same manner
upon the pavement, while the 'bus keeps
up the theory of perpetual motion. I
shall report this to the London County
Council, Just tee If I don't, sir!"
We scrambled on top, clinging tightly
to tho railing of the narrow winding
staircase. But one aloft the view was
glorious and the pace exhilarating. For
we went as fnst as any taxi or private
car. we darted In and out of tiny spaces
In the traffic with eel-like energy; we
wheeled ahead of many a smaller car
with hair-raising rapidity The roof vas
packed with people, and projected far
out over the main body of the big vehi
cleand as we dodged and twisted, In
and out. curvetting and wheeling gaily
In the crowd, I felt that we weri des
perately top-heavy, and must certainly
overturn. But nothing of the sort oc
curred, and we turned sharply Into Plo
cadllly. Around the great fountain m the centre
of the circus were bright splashes of
crimson, gold, pink and heliotrope. For
the old curious custom still obtains, and
the old market women from Covent Gar
den or the country still sit peacefully
knitting and gossiping around tho foun
tain, their big baskets of flowers In front
of them, their scarlet and yellow shawls
around them, and the dense3t tratfic in
the universe swirling at their feet. One
would think that a nervous break-down
must Inevitably result but what care
they for fashionable fancies. "Roses,
sweet roses!" they cry. between the In
tervals of gossip, "Lovely roses, only six
pence the bunch! A rose for tho pretty
lily. Sir? God bless you, Sir!"
Tonight, when 1 think of these queer
old-fashioned London flower-women, a
homesick longing comes over me for Just
one glimpse of England
OF SCOTCH PLAIDS
ALWAYS IN STYLE
The Gordon and MacDon
ald, in Dark Blues and
Greens, Are Especially
Suitable for School.
Scotch plaids are never altogether out
of style, nt least where children's frocks
are concerned, but their voguo ebbs and
wanes from year to year, with an oc
casional season of flood tide.
Of the many tartans, the Gordon nnd
tho MacDonald, In dark blues and sreens,
enlivened with a yellow stripe, are espe
cially Btittnble for school wear.
They are serviceable and smart, two
Important factors not always easy to
The frock shown here, has tho kilted
skirt that Is both pretty and sensible.
It Is tho conventional skirt, where plaid
Is used, but the dress shows originality
In tho bias use of tho plaid for tho waist.
It Is cut slightly long as to shoulders
and decidedly long as to the waist line
The sleeves are set In nnd cut short
enough for a bias cuff.
The dress Is rnlshod with a little em
broidered collar, and a four-ln-hand neck.
tl of velvet falls almost to the sash
which Is also of velvet, '
The sash emerges from the sides of the
waist which lap over 'It, basque fashion.
A buckle holds It in position and give's
a final touch to the costume.
It Is just such touches on a simple
dress that gives It style and distinction.
It Is here that ono dressmaker shows
her superiority to another and tho differ
ence Is marked between tho professional
and tho amatour.
It explains why a model Is sometimes
copied with such disastrous results.
It Is copied all but some detail which
Is not considered Important, or something
Is substituted for trimming or ornament
that by no means takes the plaoe of the
Children's fashions vary, but the frock
that Is simple Is In much better taste
than ono that Is elaborate or over.
Children like to bo dressed s their
playmates are dressed that Is their fash
Tho shortness of tho skirt, tho length
of tho waist are often tho only special
characteristics of a season.
Of courso, the position of the belt or
bsbIi depends on tho length of the waist,
and ono year tho snsh Is In favor at tho
expense of the belt and another the belt
Is moro conspicuous.
But Just a little carotid study of a few
good models makes It a simple matter to
keep to the set standards,
Above all, tho frock must bo suited to
the age. A few years dlfrorcnco cither
way and the most perfect oreatlon would
look anything but stylish If it wero worn
by n child cither too old or too young.
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CHILD'S SCHOOL FROCK OF SCOTCH PLAID
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tANY years ago, when this world
-'- was all a fairyland, the flower
fairies worked very hard all the sum
There were so many, many things
for them to do buds to open and pet
als to paint: stamens to powder and
seeds to make.
"I really do declare," exclaimed
Fairy Moss one day, "that there is no
end of our work!"
"Thank goodness, you're right,"
said Fairy Silver heartily.
"Of course, I am right," responded
Fairy Moss tartly, "I always am; but
why thank goodness about it?"
"Because a world without work is
the very stupidest place one can pos
sibly imagine that's why!" And
Fairy Silver laughed so heartily at
the wry face Fairy Moss made that
what do you suppose? Fairy Moss
actually commenced to laugh, too! He
laughed and laughed at Fairy Silver's
laughter till the wry look went off
his face and he seemed really happy!
"Very well then," he said finally,
"let's say work is all right then I
must be all wrong, for I don't like it!"
Fairy Silver looked him over care
fully. "It has been a hot day," he ad
mitted, "and you have worked hard
I know; I believe you need a nap."
"A nap!" exclaimed Fairy Moss in
"A nap," replied Fairy Silver firmly,
"and you are going to have it right
He led Fairy Moss over into a nice
shady corner nnder some broad leaves,
tucked him up snugly and left him to
"There! I guess that will make him
feel better," he decided and he went
on about his own work as cheerfully
apd happily as always.
Fairy Moss really was tired. And
he slept and slept and slept till the
day was done till the sun had set and
the stars had come out in the sky.
Then he stirred and twisted and
He could hardly believe his eyesl
"Stars! Are the stars out already?"
he exclaimed. "And has the sun set
without my seeing it?" He was just
about to feel very bad about all he
had missed when he noticed how
rested and refreshed he felt. "Never
mind what I have missed; I feel much
better and tomorrow I can see the
But when tomorrow came he
was sleepy and cross as ever. "I
really will have to take another nap,
but I don't need to sleep so long.
Maybe Fairy Silver can tell me how
o wake up sooner."
Fairy Silver thought a minute and
then said, "That's easy; ask this bush,
under which you sleep, to call you
when the sun begins to set."
So Fairy Moss went to sleep. And
promptly at 4, when the sun began
to drop down in the sky, a dozen
trumpets of red and yellow and white
appeared all over the bush. They
blew and blew until Fairy Moss
woke up and saw the sunset.
And ever since that day the "Four
o'Clocks" blow their gay trumpets
and wake the napping fairies in time
,to see the sun set.
Tomorrow The Cardinal's Breakfast.
(Copyrlrlit. 1014, Clare. Ingram Jndaon.)
Correspondence of aenersl Interest
to women readers will ba printed on
this page. Such correspondence should
be addressed to the Woman's Editor,
ARCHDUCHESS AIDS WOUNDED
Mother of Murdered Austrian Arch
duke Becomes Nurse.
ROME. Sept 18.
Vienna dispatches received hero say
that all the women of tho Austrian Im
perial family are acting as Ited Cross
nurses, bavins organized special hos
pitals, whero they are personally attend
ing the wounded.
The Archduchess Jlarla Theresa,
mother of Archduke Ftnncis Ferdinand,
who was assassinated In Bosnia just be
fore tho outbreak of tho war, has le
questcd to be permitted to nureo Slav
Don't wonder how to vary the
family menu. Serve oysters.
They are delicious, nourishing
and economical food and may
be prepared in a hundred differ
We have every kind of fresh and
salt waiter oysters in season.
Deliveries to all parts of the
city. All sea foods always on
Seven Fridays in a Week at
John E. Fitzgerald's
Reading Terminal Market
Filbert 3944 and 3943
The Prices Are Not High and the
Goods Are Choice
COME AND SEE
HOUSE FURNISHING GOODS
1214 Chestnut Street 1214
Reproductions from Model Hats by the Foremost
Newest Dances Quickly Taught
Be one of the Kood danc
ers this year Correct
steps and Innovations
taught by experts. Per
sonal or class lessons.
The Cortissoz School
1520 Chettnut St.
Boas, Scarfs, Muffs
noas, $5,75, $7.50, $9
Scarfs, $5,75 to $15.75
Muffs, $6.75 $10.50
Owing to tho scarcity of
these good3 an early selection
Exquisite things to use in
making gowns and blouses.
Fresh from Europe
Mechlin Net with sequin de
signs in gold, silver, Brussels
net, filet, crackley net, em
broidered in gold and silver
and colored combinations.
Beaded Jet and Sequin
in flouncings, all overs and
Complete line Tassels and
Frogs, in separate designs.
1302 WALNUT ST.
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The Autumn and Winter
modes presented here form a
moat brilliant display, with
sufficient diversity of style
thought to meet wfth the whims
of milady. And the new foreign
fabrics have been cleverly
chosen, each possessing that
..? re,flnnent characteristic
of "Dominic" exactness.
$55 and $60
$55 and 60
$50 and $55
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