< The First Epitaphs
THE custom of inscribing epitaphs among Christians,
date from the third century B. ~C. It was copied
from an ancient Egyptian custom of hanging around the
Beck of a-body a tablet inscribed: ‘ May He Serve Osiris. ’
THE NTH COMMANDMENT a j™ m guRgT7 tg
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Read This Story of Every Day Life on
This Page Day by Day and Then
Watch for It on the Screen.
(The unusual story, “The Nthx.
Commandment,” by Fannie Hurst,
has been created into a powerful
photo play by Cosmopolitan Pro
ductions—-direction of Frank Bor
rage, scenario by Frances Marion.
It win be released as a Paramount
picture.)
(Screen Version Novelized.)
By Jane McLean.
If he had upbraided her she
would have flown forever,
but this appeal to her sym
pathy overcame her; she dropped
her bundle and with a wild cry of
Harry, ran to him and knelt at
his feet.
His arms were About her. For
gotten were all the harsh words
and the flare of temper. He need
ed her; that was enough; she for
got Jimmy and Angie and the
dancing and hte promise of the
chorus.
“You gotta forgive me, Harry,”
she sobbed and he stroked her
hair and smiled and coughed. The
little drama of married life and
poverty and suffering started j
again on its way.
Outside, Jimmy’s eyes vacillated ;
between the hallway and the click
ing meter grinding out dimes and
quarters. Jimmy cursed Sara. ■
and women in general and swore
at himself for a fool. Cigarette
after cigarette testified to his grow
ing nervousness.
He shifted from one position to
another and the meter sped mer
rily on. When it had reached the
five dollar mark he gave one last
look at the hallway, uttered one
last imprecation and told the
driver to take him back.
Jimmy Is Gloomy.
. Mr. Fitzgibbons’ arrival at the
flat w.thout Sara was accentu
ated by the gloom cast over his
spirits at the cost of his taxi
ride. Jimmy was a free spender,
but only for effect: In this in
stance he felt he had been robbed.
“So she’s gone back to
said Angle... "I'd Jaaye j (
given’ mm the air long ago” |
“Xhat's thel second time she’a :
played me dirt,” sad Jimmy. j
“Believe me, she'll never get an- ,
•ther chance.”
Sara did not explain any of the i
details of her flight to Harry; I
she was a chastened wife in the |
ROYAL ROMANCES
HENRI II AND THE LOVELY DIANA DE POITIERS
By Barbara Bayne, f ’
TURNING back the pages of
, time to 1536, we find a
year crowded with events
for Henri de Valois, for by the
death of the Dauphin he became
heir to the throne of France, and
a woman came into his life whose
influence was to sway his heart
and mind until the day of his
de&th and mold him from the
awkward, timid, taciturn lad into
• powerful monarch.
That a deep, enduring devotion,
to which the annals of royal
.amours afford no parallel, existed
between a youth of seventeen and
a woman of thirty-seven, rather
Staggers credulity. Yet such was
the fact.
There was no love wasted be
tween the young prince and his
Italian wife, Catherine de Medici.
It was the usual “marriage de con
venance.”
Louis de Breze, “la Grand
Benechal” of Normandy, of royal
descent, stood high in favor with
the king. He left his vast wealth
to his widow, Diane de Poitiers.
I King Francis then created a posl- I
tion at the court for the widow as
Egeria to Henri, the least beloved
of all his children.
Diane, called “La Grade Sen
eschale” was seductive, exquisitely I
proportioned, with jet black hair, |
dazzling complexion, beautiful
mouth, ready wit and a brilliant
mind. It was not difficult to sway
the heart of the lonely prince,
and Diane studied her royal pupil
with a shrewdly speculative eye,
recognizing that the most pro
nounced feature in his character
was his remarkable constancy.
After Henri’s accession to the '
throne Diane, with twelve years’ I
patient waiting behind her, came I
mto her own. Never was there
such a triumph! The king yielded 1
•tore and more "to the yoke of
Sllvius;” he created Diane Duch
esse de Valent inois and showered
honors and riches upon her. And
those shapely hands grasped what
ever came within their reach. ;
Henri’s subjects gave precedence I
to the left-hand queen and kissed
her hand before Catherine’s.
Diane select'd the Chateau j
d’Anet, her own Norman home, !
. weeks that followed; Harry had
told her of the decision at ths
store.
With his cough growing; worse
and all hope for a salary increase
gone, what could they do, what
would be the end?
They did not think too much
of these things, luckily for them;
they had another matter to oc
cupy them; the time came when
there was a third member of the
little household.
The doctor at the dispensary
who had followed Harry’s strug
gling existence from the days be
fore his marriage, did what he
could to cut down expense. But
the mother knew none of those
comforts that come with nurses
and they feeling that her work is
being done while she is in no con
dition to do it.
Sara and Harry and the baby
groveled along trying to be happy
against odds that seemed over
whelming, arid the child grew
strong and hearty and because
he knew no better accepted the
gloomy rooms and was happy in ,
them.
There was no chance now of
Harry’s being promoted; every
day found him- weaker; but if hope
was dead for him there was the
boy and he built his castles anew
around him.
The papers were full of stories
of men who had succeeded in
snite of obstacles; the doctor en
couraged Harry; “I’m afraid the
kid’ll have the T B, too," said
the father.
“Don’t you worry about that,”
said the doctor; “that isn’t in
herited —you do your best to feed
the boy well —give him plenty of
milk and he’ll be as strong as if
he were out in the country.”
But. however optimistic the ,
doctor was about Harry’s baby,
he had grave misgivings about i
Harry. He could see how stead- ]
ily the young man had been go- .
ing down hill all these months; ,
he marveled that he' hadn’t sue- I
cumbed before; moreover, it was
only a question of time when the
store would, decline to keep him;
when that time came it' meant
only one thing; that the woman
would have to go to work and
as her favorite residence- and
metamorphosed it into a wonder
ful palace—a masterpiece of
French renaissance architecture.
From the plans of the building
and spacious grounds still pre
served in the Louvre we are able
to form some idea of its splendor.
Everywhere the interlaced
monogram of Henri and Diane —
“H. D.“ —met the eye. It ap
peared on the royal liveries!
Diane was honored as never favor
ite had been before.
In 1559 Henry II met with a
peculiar accident in a tournament,
which proved fatal. A splinter
from a broken lance penetrated
his eye and brain, and he went
down carrying Diane's colors,
black and white.
Diane then retired to “Anet.”
She built a beautiful chapel, with
a marble tomb. And there, within
it, in April, 1566, after all France
liad honored her with a magnifi
cent funeral, she was .’aid to rest.
The beautiful Chateau d’Anet,
with all its priceless treasures,
perished in the revolution. But
Diane’s tomb was removed to the
Museum des Monuments Francals.
(The next article will tell of the
infatuation of Francis Joseph of
Austria for Frau Katrina Schratt.)
'Copyright, 1923, v Newspaper Feature
Service, Inc.)
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end painted, and suspended from
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A giant tree recently found in
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mated at 2,000 years.
A chrysanthemum, dipped'into
liquid air at a scientific lecture
. in Ixmdon, crumbled into smail
j pieces as it came into contact
with the norma) atmosphere
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Sara and Jimmy both find that married life is not all love and kisses. Poverty is a severe test of love.
carry the load of supporting the ♦
family.
The boy was over two when
Harry dragged himself un the
stairs after a- hard day at the
store. exhausted and Almost
fainting. .
“I’ll be all right after I get a
little rest.” he said faintly.
But there was that in his eye
that warned her. "They ain’t
nothin’ wrong down there?" she
queried anxiously.
“Yes: they’s no use foolin' you
Sara —they . don’t want . me no
mor£“ , |
“My God, Harry, what are we
goin' tL do—you better go over i
an' see the doc after you get !
somethin’ to eat.”
A strange meal that, broken
by the prattle of the child to ■
whom the world and its woes ; '
were a closed book. , ’
PREVENTABLE
HEADACHES
By Brice Belden, M. D.
AVERY .large proportion of
our headaches are easily
preventable.
First, there is bad posture. Sit
ting in a slouched position
causes stagnation of blood in the
large abdominal vessels. The
circulation is impeded because of
the pressure of sagged tissues.
: The abdominal veins are very
I large and can hold most of the
blood in the body when dilated.
When so distended, the brain
does not get its full blood sup
ply and the result is a dull head
ache. By sitting erect and breath
ing properly, headaches due to
bad posture are prevented. This
’ is a commonly overlooked source
of chronic headache.
Second, in reading, the light
should be diffused from above or
fall over the left shoulder. Un
shaded Welsbach and electric
lights cause headache. A read
ing light should give a soft,
steady glow.
Third, reading in bed or on a
couch causes headache unless
the light is correctly adjusted,
■which is rarely the case, and the
body propped so that the reading
matter is adjusted to the proper
i angle of vision, which is also
i rarely the case.
Fourth, reading on trolleys and
trains is a common cause of
headache, because of eye-strain.
Fifth, reading in a poor light,
or in a light shining into the
eyes, causes headache.
yixth, deprivation of pure air
is a very common cause of pre
ventable headache. The home,
generally speaking, is the poorest
. ventilated of all structures. rhe
headache due to this cause is
simply the abused nerve cells
crying out for a fresh supply of
’ oxygen
, : The simplest ventilating device
, is a six-inch board to fit the lower
’ window sash. This peryiits air
ito pass between the two MUlhes
without causing drafts.
“You don’t have to go.” he +
said. “I can get there alone.”
“Hello. Harry,” said his old
friend. “I was wondering when
I’d see you again, how are you?”
"I guess I’m worse. Doc—they
told me at the store to lay off.”
I guess I got kind of dizzy
down there an’ fainted—ain't that
a fool thing?”
The doctor’s face did not be
tray what he felt. “Well, - ' he
said kindly, “Fll tell you—you’ve
got to get away—and you’ve got
to get away now*—l warned you
b-sure—but this time be the
last unless you do go-—i( you’re ■
here when the snow flies it’ll be '
goodnight,”
“You're tryin’ to scare me, doc. .
same's you used to.” i
The doctor shook his head in i
decided negation. “No, I don’t
want to scare you, but I want, to <
I GOOD NIGHT STORIES I
: BE SURE TO READ THEM TO YOUR CHILDREN \
By Blanche Silver, t
Betty’s Peek Into Turkey.
✓ IL pshaw!” Betty growled
I B when hei* mama called
her in from her play to
tidy up. "1 get so tired of wash
ing my hands all the time. It
makes me tired, 1 tell you!” And
she kicked the ground with her
toe*
“Well, well!” laughed a merry
voice, and Gocomeback, the little
travel elfin, hopped down beside
her from the tree above her head. |
“Tut, tut! How foolish! Now, I
have a little friend ”
“Who never washes and you’ll
take me there if 1 want to go,”
laughed Betty merrily, catching
hold of the little elfin’s hand and
: making him dance. “I’m dying to
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J I I L*. n
“Thit It My Friend Galoia.”
‘ go, Gocomeback. Where does she
! live? But, mind you, I complained,
’ but really and truly i wouldn’t
; like to live in a land where folks
! never wash. Honestly, I wouldn’t
I care to live there.”
"I should say you wouldn't, ’ re- j
plied the elfih. “No, sir, this !
little friend of mine—but there, j
that would be telling. You’ll ;
agree with me that seeing is be- I
1 lieving. I move that we pay her '
j a visit. Os course, if you would ;
I care to stay, maybe I could make j
some arrangements.” Before Bet
I ty know where they were going,
(she found herself Hying through i
the air.
make you understand that you -
won’t live a year If you don’t
get away.”
“But how—l ain’t got > nothinV*.
Harry cried. t ,
“I know, I know,” said h|£*.
friend. “I’ll make a point
bringing yoUr.case to the charity
society—six months on a farm
would do wonders for you.”
Six months on a farm —he kept
repeating the words as he went
back through the smelly streets;
the doctor might as well have
said stk months at the Waldorf— '
it was all one to him —patheti- '
cally he began to wonder what !
he'd done to be singled out to lie
down and die in his tracks. Anger ;
rose in his heart against the j
order of th ngs that allowed sqme ■
to be rich and others to be poor. I
He was thinking of Sara and I
When they came down to earth i
again, Betty’s eyes fairly danced ;
“Oh, for goodness sake'” she I
cried, “We’re in Turkey! I can
tell by the way the people dress.
Isn’t that funny? Our lesson for
tomorrow Is on the people of Tur
key and their customs. My, I’m
glad I’m here.”
“So am I,” laughed another
voice, and a little girl came skip
ping up to greet Gocomeback.
‘‘Betty, this is my little friend
Galata.”
.‘‘l’m glad to know you, Betty.” ;
smiled the little black-eyed girlie.
“We’re always glad to meet our
American friends. How do you
like our country?’
"Well,” and Betty looked rather
embarrassed, “I can’t say that I
admire your muddy, dark streets.
But I love your wonderful foun
tains. Why, it seems to me that
everywhere you look you see beau- {
tiful, sparkling fountains. We i
have a few at home, but none so '
beautiful as the ones you have ■
here—nor as many.”
“Not so many? How can you
get along without them?” asked
the astonished little Galata. "What
do you do when you want to pray?
Don’t you find it hard?”
Betty looked so surprised that
all three began to laugh. Gocome
back had come to the rescue.
“No, Galata.” he explained. ;
“Betty doesn’t pray as much as i
you children in Turkey do. You
see, Betty, every good little Turk
must first wash his hands, face
and feet before he ca/n enter the
mosques to pray. That’s the rea
son you see so ftiany fountains.
They need a large number to ac
commodate the great crowds.”
"My goodness, yes!” laughed
Galata. "We must have at least
five services a day. So we must
have five washings every day.” j
This was too much for Betty, j
and she burst out laughing, and
like a vision the whole thing van
ished and she stood once more in
her own back yard.
Into the house she scampered, j
Mother heard her humming as ;
she washed herself. But she never >
s’opped to ask any questions.
(« onvrigiit. 1923, by Newspaper Feature j
Service.)
Another Fine Story Monday.
» the boy; here he was helpless,
too weak to work and growing
weaker every day and told to get
away ■'tor: half a year on.a farm.
aloud: that was fun
ended? in a cough
h(fr> ifcramed himself by a railing
and waited for strength to go on.
The child was asleep when he
got back; he tried to’*be cheerful.
"Well, what did the doc say,
Harry?" Sara asked as he sank
into a chair.
"Ha ha! I guess you'll laugh
i when I tell you—you know the
! receipt he gave me—six months
! on a farm."
She echoed the words, "tex
i months on a farm.” They looked
I at each other. "What’s ne think
| we are? Rockyfellers?" she asked
I bitterly.
I "He’s goin’ to take it up with
RICHCOLORS IN
NEW SCARFS
—Ry Rita Stuyvesant
HAVE you seen the new scarfs
that have come straight to
us from Deauville, France?
It is surprising how these charm
ing scarfs have .gained in popu
larity during the past few weeks
and promise to be more so for
the coining season. Interesting
silks from small remnants can be
made into the most fetching
scarfs, and will often add the
correct color note to one's cos
tume.
Bizarre figured scarfs folded
diagonally in two like a banana
are greatly in vogue. Usually
these scarfs measure about a
square yard before folding. The
edges may be narrowly hemmed
by hand or stitched or picoted.
The charm of many a frock of
dark brown, forest green, or
henna owes its distinction to the
bright scarf tied rakishly at the
throat. All sorts of batik silks
are used as well as many of the
figured silks that formerly served
as linings.
One piece jersey frocks for
school or business would be
brought quite up to the minute
by the addition of the scarf tied
a little to the left.
A camels hair sport suit is !
more striking with a grass green !
silk crepe scarf and soft hat. ■
Black and gold, striped taffeta j
makes another scarf that lends a •
quaint piquancy to a sports frock '
of jade green jersey. With a
red jersey sleeveless jacket and
white sport skirt a scarf of soft
mustard color adds a real charm.
Bits of silk in gay and festive
colors can be made into attrac
tive little scarfs for the spring
wardrobe.
Bits of Wisdom
Love is often the folly of a
wise man and the wisdom of a #
fool.
The more we love, the more <
we fear to offend the object of
our love.
Many a mans good intentions j
are due to the headache next >
morning.
This Day in History
. » ■
HPHIS is the anniversary of the battle of Pavia, in 1525,
when Francis I, of France was taken prisoner by his
great rival, Charles V, and brought to Spain. He was
finally ransomed.
A Powerful Picture, With an All-Star
»Cast, Soon to Be Shown at
Leading Theaters.
the charity society,’’ Harry ex
plained.
“Oh, he is, is he? Well, a lot
of good that’ll do—them people
takes a year to get anywhere—l
seen that when Lilly dies— her that
was down to the store- ■ ”
“Maybe the doc’s got a pull,”
suggested Harry; “he’s been good
to me. I’d kinda like the boy to
be a doc ■ ”
"I been thinkin’ it over,” said
the girl. “You ain’t fit to go on
no more, but I am. I’m strongman*
I ain’t afraid to work. I had a
good name down there to the
Mammoth. They told me to come
back if I wanted to ”
“Say, we laughed at that, didn’t
we?” Harry broke in.
‘TH Go to Work.”
“That don’t matter. Someone’s
got to do somethin*. I’m goin*
down there again, Harry, an* you
can stay here quiet like and mind
the bqy.”
“I guess that’s tough on you,”
answered the hopeless man, find
ing him Self thus concretely laid
aside tQ be cared for by the
woman he had hoped to make
things easy for.
“Oh, well —work’s work, an’ we
got the kid to think about. They
ain’t no use of cryin’ about it,”
but there were tears in her eyes
just the same, and tears in her
own as she knelt and put her arms
about him.
“I been rotten to you lots of
times,” she half sobbed. “It ain’t *
your fault, Harry, bein’ sick.”
Nobody’s fault —of course not —
thousands of just such poor, piti
ful creatures born with the right
t<y freedom and the pursuit of
happiness might have echoed the
same words in every big city in
the- land; thousands living their
squalid lives, bringing children into
the world, doing their feeble best,
and hoping, hoping to the edge of
the grave.
The cough-racked father, sitting!
patiently rocking with the baby ftif
his arms, may have wondered what x
this child would be in a future
closed to him, and dreams
were roseate, perhaps it was a
compensation.
Sara’s appearance at the store
excited no comment; there were
no faces that she knew; she took
her old place as though she had
THE TEST OF HAPPINESS
AS APPLIED TO MARRIED COUPLES
By Beatrice Fairfax,
Who Occupies a Unique Position
in the Writing World as an Au
thority on t lie Problems of Girls.
attract.” This
••I ■ is one of the oldest love
theories of the world.
But it is a tragic half-truth. Op
posites do attract, but they seldom
hold together. i
No one can get on for long with
anyone who does not speak his
language—and who will make no
effort to learn it. In our friend
ships we all seek those who under
stand us, who find enjoyment in
the things which please us, and
w’hose standards and beliefs are at
least intelligible to us.
The man and woman who have
qgthing in common but their
physical attraction for each other
are taking a grace chance when
they try to build a life’s happiness
on the appeal which is danger
ously likely to be physical and
perhaps passing. ,
The mere lure of the senses
cannot be counted upon to hold
two people together in an exist
ence that is well-rounded and
INTERESTING
FACTS
It is announced by Prof. Hugh
R. Rathbone, of Liverpool Uni
versity, that considerable quanti
ties of sugai* have been made
from carbonic acid by the agency
of light.
This wonderful feat has been
made possible. by the results of
remarkable experiments carried
out by Prof. E. C. C. Baly, a
prominent investigator of the
mysteries of light.
Water is available in immeas
urable quantities and carbonic
acid is merely a waste product
equally abundant, and the magic
of light rays of a certain wave
length .will cause them to com
bine and give sugar.
, stepped out of It yesterday. How
little she had ever dreamed she
would return.
The first day' in her old piste
told on Sara. Perhaps it was the
unusual work as compared with
the labor she had been doing at
home for so long; perhaps It was
the excitement of surroundings
which, while old, were new. There
was no Angie Sprunt to confide In
as a few years ago; there was no
Jimmy singing the popular songs. 4
there was no Mr. Piute obse
quiously on duty at the shoe'de
partment.
Sara was a stranger In a strange
land. She wondered how many of
those who had been with her be ’
fore had married as she had; and
how many of them, like Lily, had
passed on to a world where the
struggle was leas keen. \
With it all she was conscious
_ef feeling uplifted; she was work
ing for a definite end; she had a
sick husband and a baby to care
for, and the thought of both gave
her a purpose far more sustaining
than if she had been tolling for'
herself alone.
In sacrifice there is spiritual re
ward. Sara knew that from day to
day now, and, weary as she grew
hard as the climb was to the
dreary top floor, there was re
ward there, too.
For the child always had a wel
come for her; if she had been
clothed in richest raiment his .en
folding arms could net have
yielded more of love.
Harry Does His Best.
Harry, too, did his heat, As a
cook he was not a shining suc
cess, but he was not bothered with
elaborate .menus; if he found tak
ing ca<e of the baby a burden.' he
never complained.
But his cough was getting worse
in spite of the lightening of hir
labors. Sara noticed it and i:
weighed on her; it Was not only on
his account but on the baby’s that
she worried.
The ominous words of the doctor
in whom she had so much 'faith kep
ringing in her ears,' "If you'don’:
get away before the snow.files it”
be good-night.”
(To Be Continued Monday.)
4- satisfying.* Kissing and holdin •
hands won’t do to fill a lifetime'
j\nd the men and women who
trV to build a life together .on
physical attraction with- no men
tal community of spirit are likely’
to end up by feeling a sort, o’
spiritual revulsion which is hideous
to endure.
To come home from the day’i
work to someone who is agree
able to your nature and in har
mony with your ambitions, long
Ings, tastes and desires mean;,
peace and the sort of joy which
is far more enduring than th:
emotional excitement some mi;-
take for happiness..
The love that is based on eon
geniality has a real foundation
It has a fine chanoe of enduring.-
Two whb have tastes and am
bitions as well as deslr-s .’n com
mon are bound to grow together
instead of drifting apart.
"I often think friendship con
sists more in liking the sum?
things than in liking tacb other.’ ,
; a man of deep philosophy - once
! wrote.
Somewhat the. same theoi?
! holds in the case of love. Loy<-
l does not consist in enjoying the
( same things—but tastes -in com
; mon give love a reserve stock of
Interests when emotion and noth
ing more would be bound to pall
Love sickens and dies when i
| strives to endure in the hostile
I atmosphere of feelings set wldel..
! and hopelessly apart.
Tenderness is beautiful. Un sei
fishness is noble. Devotion i
heart-warming. But even the;
might be blighted if the two who
felt them for each other could
never sit down and talk things
over in comfortable fashion. We
can’t always stay on mountain
peaks.
We need the homely things of
everyday life to make love pros
per.
So when a man and womap
care for each other, but neither
cares for the things that are the
breath of lite to the other, they
I must either have the toleration
' and wisdom to cultivate interests
• in common —or to leave each
j other free to find them —some
' where else- And which of JTM* is
big enough to do that?