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8 THE WASHINGTON TIMES, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY" 7, 1911. 1 EVENING TIMES MAGAZINE PAGE Fiction & A : Facts ADVICE TO ALL LOVERS Of Suffragettes and Other Modern Maids BY THE SPINSTER AUNT MR. PEEVED PROTESTS Against Women's Bridge Clubs ' And Their Entertainments TO HIS PATIENT WIFE LORETTA'S LOOKING-GLASS mt& Humor "I AM in love with a suffragette," cried the young lover to the Spin ster Aunt, "and m heart is breaking. She will not marry me unless I will wear a button marked 'Votes for Women.' She won't have the church service for our wedding because it has the word 'obey' in it, and she declares that I must be prepared to grant her a share in eveiythiug. She, too, must have a latch key and the right to stay out late. Oh, tell me, auntie dear, how could we be happy that way?" "Oh, you wouldn't be," said the Spinster, placidly. "No man who marries a suffragette will be happy unless he has a domestic soul and will let her be the man of the family." The joung man groaned. "I am heartbroken," he 6lghed. "She is pretty and I love her. but what's the use? We quarrel and quarrel, though" (hopefully) "maybe we wouldn't after we were married." "Quarrels during the engagement lead to divorce after marriage," said the Spinster, epigrammatically. "My dear boy, the only thing for you to do is to change your mind about women. Don't think of her as being pretty; maybe it Isn't real, you know. "Think of her leading a militant army of women to storm the White House; picture her in prison harrangulng women in the nearby cells, and then make up your mind as to the extent of your love." "But most modern women believe in suffrage," protested the young lover. "No matter whom I marry she's bound to have ideas about equal rights." "Oh, ideas," said the Spinster, knitting vigorously. "All women have ideas. Gracious! What are ideas? They're like a pit in a peadh; you spit it out when you eat the peach. Ideas don't hurt anybody so long ,as they don't try to carry them out. "That's the trouble with modern girls," she went on. "They want to carry tilings out It comes of developing their minds and muscles. If they were old-fashioned they wouldn't have the strength to carry things out not even ideas. But suffragettes! Well, well! think of you falling in love with one. The best thing I can suggest is for you to for get her and turn your mind to some other kind of girl. "You can't get one that'll stay home, anyway, but you might get one that wouldn't quarrel." "Can't get a girl to stay home'" cried the lover. "Why. then, there wouldn't be a home. All my life I've dreamed of those happy days when I would swing off the car at the corner and see her standing on the door Btep, her frilly little apron fluttering in the breeze and her lips just wniting, pursed up for my kiss." "Fudge," said the old maid, "you're living a century behind the times, rriic modern girl never does that "Jf she's fashionable she is out playing bridge. If she's frivolous Bhe's at the matinee adoring the latest hero. "If she's serious she's working at a settlement looking after a score of dirty little children. If she's religious she's spending a silent hour in prayer. If she's plain she's at the beauty doctor's, and if she's a suf fragette she's screaming her head off from the tops of barrels or else at a woman's club." "What's the use of loving?" sighed the young man, burying his head In his hands. "No dreams of home, no dreams of being the master in the house, no dreams of a wife who v, ould believe in you and trust you and feel quite sure you knew everything in the world." "There's never any use of love," said the Spinster, "but you'll keep on loving just the same." To Him That Hath By LEROY SCOTT (Copyright, Tho Frank A. Munsey Co.) CHAPTER XXX (Continued). IN THE cab she sat with the same stricken look upon her face. She had, .ib Daiil had once paid to the Major alwajs recorded her father as a m.n of highest honor. She had r.eer felt concerned In his buslnesb affairs, or any bu&lnc-b affairs, despite the fact that her Interests overreached In so many directions the boundaries of tho usual Interests ofwomen, and de spite, the fact that her heart was In various material conditions which busi ness had created and which business coukl relieve. Been from the intimate viewpoint of home, her father was geneious and Itlnd She had heard of the reports that circulated In tUe distant land of busi ness, and she had glanced at some of the articles that had appeared in ears past In magazines and newspapers, and the was awaro that stories were then current. The conception she cai ried of her father had Riven tho silent lie to all these reports. As l)ald had said, she helleved they sprang from Jealousy, or f&Ise information, or a dlstortrd view Thev had troubled her little, --ave to make her indignant 1'iat her father was to "maligned, and tk. n this Indignation had been tempered with a philosophic mildness, for she had remembered that Blnce the world began it had been the fate of every man of superior purpose, ci superior parts, or superior fortune, to be misunderstood and to be hated. But, all of a sudden, her conception of her father was shattered. This thing he had Indubitably done was certainly not without tho legal law, and perhaps not wholly without the cold lines of the moral; but it was hard-hearted, brutal "The man who would do that would do anything," she said to David: and all the way home in the cab this thought kept ringing through her consqlousness, and kept Tinging for days afterward. It led logically and immediately to the dread question "After all, may not these other stories be true?" Helen did not belong to that casy eoBsclenced class who can eliminate un- THE PROPER PLACE. "Don't you think we should make provision for our great singers?" "Yes, we jnisht.send them.to tho day pleasantness by closing; their eyes against it. She had to face her ques tion with open vKlon to learn what truth was in it. She secured all she could find in print about her father and read it behind the Jocked door of her room. Theie was case after case in which her father, by bklllfui breaking of the law, or skillful compliance with it, or complete disregard of moral rights had moved relentlessly, irrisltibly, to his ends over all who had opposed him. The pictures these cases drew were of a man it sickened her daughter-love to look upon a man who was truly, as the articles ficfluently called him, an "industrial brigand," and whose vast fortune was the "loot of a master bandit " The aiticle seemed woven of fact, but she could not accept them unsubstan tiated. She must know the truth be yond a single doubt At the same time, she, her father's daughtci, could not go to the men he had wronged, demand ing proof At length she thought of her Uncle Henry', whom she loved and trust ed, and whom she knew to be intimate ly acquainted with her father's cartel. To him sho went one night and open ed her fears. "Are these things true?" she asked. And he said, "They arc true." Sho went away feeling that the whole structure of her life was tottering. And two questions that before- had been vaguely rising became big, sharp, in sistent: What should be her attitude toward her father, whom she loved? And what should be her attitude toward his fortune, which she shared? CHAPTER XXXI. WHEN David handed Helen Cham bers into the cab ehe had not spoken to him, had not even said "Thank you," and rhad .rolled away without so much as giving: him a backward glance. He felt certain that she was deeplv offended, and his conviction grew as day after day passed with out a word from her. It had been brutal pn his part and the Mayor's to strike her so. He felt that she must detest him for doing it, and especially for trapping her into de nouncing her father. But there were other things to be thought of during these days. There was his future, upon which, uncertain as it was, he saw that Lillian Drew was to be u. parasite: for she had made another call while Kate was out of tho office: he was thankful for that and had carried away the larg er fraction of his small store of money. Ho was again face to face with a difficulty which he had been able to sin mount before only with, as It were, his last gasping effort. What lie should do ho had no Idea But his own future he thrust aside as be ing a less pressing problem than Rogers' future and Rogers' present. As Kogers had predicted, the fact that ho was "Red Thorpe" quickly reached the ears of his clients, thevaU lost no time in, withdrawing their property from his charge. The owner who had forced David's dis missal as janitor demanded with the same delicacy he had shown in his scene with David that Rogers should vacate the rooms he occupied; but Rogers had a lease, and. moreover, had paid a month's rent in advance, so they were not forced into the Tatai ayawere"'f6f 'IEoecxs soM SHE HOLDS OH! you human viper. See yourself ns that Insidious, suggestive, hateful, damning look shines in your eyes! Look at your black brows arched and scornful! And at your thin lips, tightening as you deliver your in nuendo! Oh! you left your sentence incomplete! You have not really said anything with your lips. You did not articulate tho words, the convicting words. But need they be spoken? Have you not told the girls who listen that you know soraothing discrediting, disadvantageous nh! you have Insinuated a good deal more than either of those words say! about a mutual friend? Why, no serpent, biting the heel of Its arch enemy, man, ever inflicted a wound more deadly than your un finished sentence and the look on your face has made in the character of another girl. And the cowardice of It! The craven cleverness that prompts you not to put your knowledge, or your thought, into words so that it may be traced to you and you be called to an accounting! You have insinuated. You have chosen the most fatal weapon in the devil's armory, the stealthy, silent, two-edged innuendo. Gink and Dink r 1 1 ( o ) i rpiRte.5ee-VHEV V a-" - - :. - N C BEAUTIFUL IAMP I f IME OVeR WtTHTHl J CVlENTEeN CBNT'S X v r&r I Swis cheese-terwb fMSp down J ks -Jy J AND THE B0IO.3W5 f, I "- T--. FOill XfV? ( gOUCHTTOPft y I yLT s n "y(C'fev see HERC WOMA.J.,r (?) OS rSl vCfi-T JlWTUeuVOUTO W. J 0 Lta$f BARGAIN SALES? U SET) L" L H KvA-VtA THCRC'S SOMETHING THE V25, M& VriA7 V-AVqN. MATTeE WITH IT AND AL- ) "tTl. r S J &v 4 (that goo o Money's cone-" Wzs rt S ( SM CINK7i C WOT MN 'LlL.' FRA.U n J i r WEHL) V"--"-wm"u jf 3AX MI5TER IVE" COT AN BARCAIM FIENP iJ-,PARiA,K, HOPE O. . (LOAD OP TEN PCNNW WARS! THAT WIFE OC fW NSEVER COES NEAR 'CM V . ANP SAR.DfMES.VERWIFeJ MINE IS THE SgJ V J& ITJOUGHT AT A BARCAImJ LIMIT" K (i JjjrJ ( TO OA,V WWERE'lL J . ) & V blackness. David had promised to share with him. but he saw that there was doubt of David's having anything to share, and even If David did, that would be carity, and but little tnoro agreeable than public charity, which was becoming his great dread. That he who had been on the verge of for tune, should have come to his present extremity this filled him with wild re volt Kate, with a subdued gentleness that begged to serve; Tom, with his alert willingness.; David, with his constant presence and consideration; tho Mayor, with his ever-ready vituperation and his bluff words of hope that rang hollow they all tried to lift the draping black ness from about Rogers and failed, be cauc they had nothing but blackness to hang in Its place. But some definite plan for the future had to be made, and Rogers himself made It. Since Colo rado was out of the question, he would, as soon as the month was up, secure as cheap a room as he could find and try to stretch his small funds to reach the day when he Would need no more. Tom wanted to go to work, but David prevailed on him to continue in school. "Something good will surely turn up," David said to the boy. But day after day pabsed, and nothing did turn up. He was on the point of yielding to Tom when into the general gloom there shot, for him. a bright shaft of hope.. Ten days after he had nut Helen Chambers 'Into' the cab a letter came to him ad IT UP TO THE yOMAN WHO INSINUATES. own sisters! dressed in her handwriting. He hardly dared open It. for he expected reproof delicately conveyed, of course, but still reproof. When he drew the letter from its envelope an inclosure fell "unheeded to the floor. Instead of censure, he found this: It seems your address was not on your manuscript, so Mr. Osborne has sent the Inclosed letter to you In care of -me. I can hardly re frain from opening It. for I feel certain there is good news In It. I congratulate you in advance! You know how interested I am; so I know you'll come and tell me nil about it Just as soon a3 you learn the book's fate. You'll find me in almost any time. David picked up the envelope stamped In one corner with "William Osborne & Co.," a name he had once worshiped from afar off ripped it open, and read the following, signed by Mr. Osborne himself: We have been greatly interested in your story. If vou will call at your convenience I hall be glad to talk with jou about; it. David stared at the three type written lines. The letter was not an a'ceoptance but then Jt was not a rejection. A wild hope leaped with in him. Could It bo that here was the way out of bis present situation; If this scandalous thing that your eyebrows", and your shrugging shoulders tell about Is true, you ought to have the courage to say it right out if you mention it at all. But If you are maliciously misinterpreting some innocent act. or purposely making signs that create in ferences harmful to the reputation of another woman, you ought to be flogged! Is It a way you take to avenge yourself on a girl you dislike; or do you do it because a man you like -prefers her? Have you done this base thing so much, curled your lip in covert sneers, shrugged your shoulders and raised your brows, that you have lost the significance of your acts? A murderer, escaping unpunished to commit many crimes, has no feeling when he kills his victim. Surely, surely, girl who insinuates, you have not" grown like that! It cannot be that you have grown so used to your vicious, malicious, unpardonable charac ter killing that you have lost the sense of your crime! Shame on you, then! On you and all your fiend-like kind, whose war cry is "they say," whose weapons are malevolent innuendoes, and whose victims are your By C. A. VOIGHT Could it be that the success he had failed of five years before was at last to be won? He dared not let himself be drawri to these dizzy heights; ho knew how far it was to the ground. So he told himself, chokingly, It could not be possible. Still, ho admitted, there was a chance. He slipped away without daring to hint at his hope there would be time for telling later. If there was any thing to tell and at 10 o'clock he reached the little dingy-faced build ing off Union square that was the home of William Osborne & Co. At first ho had not the courago to enter. He remembered, as he walked on, a promise he had left here six years before. He had been allowed to carry it away as he doubtless would this. When ho reached the door again he drove himself in and was carried to the top floor in a little, creaking ele vator, and before his courage had time to recede he had given his name to a boy to bo carried to Mr. Osborne. In a moment the boy returned and led hlmito the rear of the large desk filled room and ushered him"into an office, in, which at a desk sat a white haired man chatting with two visit ors. The white-haired man rose as David entered, and smiled a kindly, spectacled smile. "I'm very glad to see you, Mr. AJdrich. If you'll excuse me for a. minute, I'll be right with you." (Continued. Tomorrow.) M RS. PEEVED embroidered looked across at her husband. "John," she said, "Mrs. Klrkwood Is getting up a bridge club for women to meet every week. I think I'll Join." "Huh," retorted Mr. Peeved, "what do you want to play cards with a lot of fool women that cheat like the devil for?" "They don't cheat," answered Mrs. Peeved, with dignity. "Besides, goodness knowsTI have little enough pleasure In life. It will help sq clally, too, to meet such nice women every week and and I like to play cards." "Fudge," said Mr. Peeved, with irritation, rattling his paper. "Want to leave me home every week, do you?" "They are going to have beautiful prizes," went on Mrs. Peeved, thoughtfully; "and I " "Woman," Interrupted Mr. Peeved, laying down his paper, "for heaven's sake, cut It out I know what fine prizes mean. It means that you expect me, me! mind you, to cough up every week so $bu cart hand out money to give some other woman a bum piece of cut glass or a fool pocketbook. "Oh, I know these women's bridge clubs. You'll pay out a lot, tear everybody's character to pieces, and expect new clothes to wear. "Then It will come your turn to entertain. You'll spend five or six more of my good simoleons buying a lot of indigestible stuff that nobody wants. The house will be topsy-turvy for two days. My room will be full of women's fool coats and hats, and card tables will be all over the place. "I'll have to eat chicken salad for three days to finished It up, and I tell you it won't do. I'm not going to spend a lot of money for that." Mrs. Peeved changed her embroidery rings and started another rose. "It only costs 50 cents a week," she said. There was silence for a while, and Mr. Peeved read the sporting page in peace. Then Mrs. Peeved spoke again. "John," she said, "aren't the Busy Walkers going to have a banquet this weeek?" "Uh huh," answered Mr. Peeved. "Are you going?" "Maybe." "Doesn't it cost money?" "Oh, a few dollars," said Mr. Peeved, then laid down his paper In exasperation. "Suppose it does cost a little," he said; "it's good for business." "Helps you socially?" asked his wife, and Mr. Peeved, not seeing the trap, walked In. "Of course It does," he answered, and Mrs. Peeved smiled. "It's like my bridge, I suppose," she said. "Well, John I think you ought to give it up. It upsets the whole hous3 every time you go to a banquet and spent $5. You come home drunk and all the next day's work Is put back waiting for you to get up. Then you swear because there isn't ice water on the breakfast table. "Then, you see," she went on, "your secret societies cost something, too, don't they? And lodge nights leave me alone too much. I expect we ought to save that money you " "Cut it out," said Mr. Peeved, grimly. "When does your fool bridge thing begin?" "On Wednesday," answered Mrs. Peered, and she worked at a -rose petal, smilingly. rf-,-! aAaaaayyp. Sandman Stories For Just Before Bedtime THE TREACHERY OF PUSSIE let THINK I will let Puss stay in the kitchen tonight," said cook; "those mice have had their own way long enough." Puss stretched herself out in front of the kitchen stove. She had eaten a good supper and thought she would take a nap. After all was still in the house the mice began to come out of their holes. "There la the cat," said one old mouse who was cautious; "we better go back." But a young one went nearer "She is asleep," he said; "watch me." So he ran very near to Puss and she did not waken. This made all of the mice bolder, and they scam pered over the shelves, and some of tho younger ones, who were looking for fun rather than food, ran up to Puss and pulled her whiskers. Puss jumped up and looked around. Away ran the mice into the floor and some of them into the pantry. Puss stretched herself, for she was sure she could catch them when she felt hungry, so she walked into the pantry and spV'ing a mouse on the shelf she Jumped up, but the mouse was too quick, for he ran Into a hole. "I guess I will look around." said Puss, "while I am up here." Right In front of her she saw a pitcher of creams She sniffed and then tasted it. "I would rather have this than a mouse," she said; "I can have a mouse any time." So she lapped until the cream was half gone, then the top of the pitcher was Q LOOK ft! -R;35SAIDa L small for her head, but she pushed, and lapped every drop of the cream before she tnougnt or now sne was iu sei. ut head out of the pitcher, then she found she was held fast. rt InnL- nt Tiirs" said a mOUSC. looking out from' behind a pic. "she can't get her head out of the pitcher. "Come on, ne canea o nia cuuiiiiiuoi i ...... ... ,nmA fun with hiT-" nnn C vlll net; owiufc ...... ..--- mouse nibbled at her tail, another ran on her back. "Thought you would catch at her hind feet, and they scampered . .UA nil ,htfl ilmf all arouna -poor pua, nnu m " was tn ins t free herself. All at once. -i ui -. th oh lf and fell to BUG OlJJJtJCV, &i wilt ; W..N-.. the floor, breaking the pitcher. "There," she said, "my head Is out of that dreaarui ming, ana x win u j sleep by the stove, and cook will never think that I broke the pitcher. But what is the matter with my neck?" she said, feeling with her paw. "Where did I 'get this collar?" she said, trying to pull it off; but it was of no use the rim of the pitcher was around her neck, and she could not remove it. nri... a..i- ..omA Unwn In llin TTinrn tvucrii vuw cwilt. unM i . ...... . 1 Um n. Cm. alutnlni .nlinrllv ltltl lllfe HG dtli x ua oiti-jy"ft ui.. j, ...... -. ..1. . wn.. mil i,hl4A bIia rtM 1 0 K,l I ni ."ill nue I111 "itt dhc .- ..- .. the pitcher top around her neck. "Pufs Iqoks plump this morning," she said; mouse the heart or a rose thoughtfully, then she caught all tha mice. I am sure Now I will have peace arouna hre ' But when sho went into the pantry th broken pitcher met here eyes, and the pies were nibbled and the shelves strewn with crumbs. ''Those mice pushed the pitcher off the shelf." she said, picking up the pieces, "but It was full of cream; where did that go?" She looked at the broken pieces, and then The pies "were NrSBtED AND THE SHELVES 3TREVTN WITH CRUMBS . she went back to the kitchen and looked at Tiiss, who kept her eyes closed and did not move. "You are a good-for-nothing cat." said the cook; reaching for the broom. Then she opened the door and drove Puss out without her breakfast. And all the time the mice were running in the wall and laughing to think how they had fooled cook and escaped frovi puss. Tomorrow's story: Nina Kitten." "Snowball Wins Poor Dog. "Aw, say! We can't tie no can to dat bobtail dorg'" "Naw-w! Dat dorg's tall puts m In mind of one of dem serial stories. Dey ain't no end to It!" Stopped Smoking. She My husband has given up smok ing altogether. He Indeed! That requires a pretty strong will. She Yes, my will Is pretty strong! A NAPOLEON OP MATRIMONY w iiiiiii nrrrn iawr ' . . . I "John, your parrot doesn't talk any more since we got married." "I exchanged the parrot when we got married, my dear." llJ M iTTI "-" V' ,- C -wv , ,& ,i-ifr r c& at.-. - v,. &fcv?4t:i&j&4ft -.