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The San Francisco Sunday Call FOR THE WOMAN WHO THINKS AND FEELS You and Barbara' THE personal clement is not rigidly excluded from our pages. We have not felt it necessary to eliminate the "you"' and "I." We talk to one another as woman to v,-onian; we meet on common ground. " It is our theory that we all benefit by an intimacy that speaks out freely to you. and we in turn welcome your hearty response nnd your frank criticism. Without this personal touch it were not possible to tear up and to shake free of their earth and dust all of the deeply rooted things that interest us in common. ':'':' \ , Into this intimate circle, already fired by the red coals of live discus sion, we now introduce the intrepid Barbara Lee, who will take up the cudgel in the name of all that is womanly. Hers is a daring nature, a sane outlook and a radical pen. With her there is neither fear nor hesi 1 tancy when she aims for the right, and the arrows from her bow are rarely misdirected. She talks with us today on "After Marriage." ROCK ME TO SLEEP "jJ"IACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, | Jj Make ne a child again just for tonight! . "C^^ri I feffifl Mother, come back from the echolers shore, j -jW[l Take me again to your heart &s of yore; I jjl| Kiss from my forehead the \ furrows of care, /^- 1 |M ,/ Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; jgj rgjl / Over my slumbers your loving watch keep— j& . "NRock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep! - w2 Sow backward, O tide of the years! (, v lJTrtjfjl II un to weary of tofl and of tears — £- va]l».lfr-< JiiToil without recompense, tears all in vain— .^Hi \Miir = j Take them and give me my childhood again! " r_\* lXt ; ' ! j I have grown weary of dust and d«cay— « • r 2^Uflp*j/ 1 . I Weary of Ringing my soul-wealth away; ,—'^J-n, — '^J-n <• *f^*q "1 Weary of sewinj for others to reap— i f^-^.) ,Jl -^Rock me to sleep, mother— rock me to sleep! / 1 .V.r^"s» Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, / / I V. } .3J j Mother! O, mother! my heart talU for you!^/ Lf^Ja -i Many a summer the grass has grown green, X'-ni^C H Blossom'd, and faded our faces between, /'f~4^*s3L J Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain a*^^^\ Long I tonight for your presence again. V f{iv. s/ Come from the silence to long and so deep — Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep 1 JUg Over zr.y lie&rt, in the days that are flown, Vy t£? No love like mother-love ever has shone; — Z^~— 4| M ¥f No other worship abides and endures — 1 $1 Faithful, unselfish and patient like yours: "*// w/i - None Eke a mother can charm away pain. / // From the sick soul and the world-weary brain, / J/jtfL Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep — / /f§Mk Rock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep ! o*7 JfsSgsSpa Come, ltt your brown hair, just lighted with g^d^g^^^^ 'Fall on your shoulders again as of old; >«2^l}§raj§^£ Let it drop over my forehead tonight, \ Shcding my faint eyes away from the light; | For with its sunny-edged shadows once more^BßßHßr fflß lizply will throng the tweet visions of yo^J^J^Sf^J®!*^ Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep— "v^^TvjWkV^ Reck me to sleep, mother — rock ire to sleepP"^^^^^^ Mclhcr, dsar nether, the years have been lo^'^&gß^K/lf S-r.ec I last iuten'd your lullaby song: "n. — -ffliUnjßiS Sinj, then, end unto my soul it shall seem Womanhood's years htve been only a dream. 4J&&8&S& CLisp'd to your heart in a loving embrace, fi|§liP&ik<K With your light. lashes just sweeping my face, *Ififfl Never hereafter to wake or to weep— *mI • fit \ ' Rock roe to sloep, soother \u25a0 rock me to sleep! - E.IZAEE7H AKERS ALLEN. HATS OFF UP?" I _ Slam! went the elevator door. "Face the door, please," and the last man in turned round and that > made seven. Exactly seven stiff crowned derby hats glued fast to ex actly seven manly heads in front of me. I know, because I couldn't help count- Ing. "Third floor!" The backmost man scrambled over the others and out, and the door slammed to on six black derby hats. Monotonous, of course, and - strange how a whole army of men could content thcmselves:»ln the same identical, hat! Iy-ss trouble to buy, I thought, and not bo expensive, either, as women's, but - deadly monotonous! "Floors?" "Fburteen." "Tenth floor!" and two more elbowed their Joint way out, leaving four plain, tiresome, round-topped black felts to caze at and to remind me that present >>', -wnen gentle spring should really bud, there would blossom a flowery . crown on every Etenographe?'s head long before the manly sense of pro priety (If it existed) would permit them the relief of a uniform straw hat. Those black-banded straw hats would all be alike again, and they, too, would "stay put" on every well-cropped head that wedged 1U way Into the,overflow ing elevator. It was very tiresome to • confront It all day after day— it was all co rude. An occasional shapely head would be a welcome sight. "Fourteen!" "Fourteen!". One man oil and. still three stlft*. black derby hats on— but they didn't one of them .know any better. I could tell it by their faces. "Fifteen?" "Fifteen!" The three hats filed off together. Not off their respective heads, but off the elevator.- • . "Going up?" A. gentleman got on, took off his hat and held it in his hand to the seventeenth. Ye gods! A gen tleman! The Viewpoint (^TrOU can go anywhere if you've I got your pocketbook .full!" -*r -rose on the morning 'air, ; in high falsetto notes from the midst of a crowd of women in .velvet, and lace . and plumes. , Can. you. Indeed? thought I. and a •wee small voice within mo -gave answer in the negative. Just then it occurred to me that everything depends on the point of view. Her "anywhere" isn't my any where, nor mine hers. Would I not beg to be delivered from the bondage of her. pet pleasures? -Would she not crave freedom from the tyranny of my cramping conventions? . Enjoyment Is as curiously personal a thing as is the sense of humor. A READER. Concentrate to Win /~\ ONCE;N T TRATION is doing one thing I at a'tlme. and only one, and doing V^ _ that one thin^well. It is doing it. with all the force and vitality that you. can muster without expense of crippled energy. • ; -• Whether a business scheme or a social venture be the target at which you aim, the z\ row of . your effort = must be > sent directly to the point with a strong bow, a true eye and an* unwavering, arm.- -' I - Everything, in • other - words, must be brought to bear" on the bull's-eye.* To: debate id to mies tho mark.' .*' AFTER MARRIAGE ANY women In their blessed sin gleness are wont to consider ,mar riage _as another rame for para dise. To them it is one lons bliss ful honeymoon and the joyous contin uous performance of; nappy court ship days. Now, as a.' matter of fact, there are endless disap pointments , for the romantic woman who dons the orange blossoms with this dyed-in-the-wool conception of marriage. It is anything ; but the endless lovemaking that the two acces sories before the fact promise to the world in general and to each other in particular.' To you, my trembling bride, let me suggest a few stern, cold facts that will . confront you after marriage. You prob ably will scorn to accept them. # and, sustained by an unfaltering trust, will place your linger through the ring. But in the days after the honeymoon, when 5 - ou • are settling ; into ' the grooves of everyday life, you will remember that in the dim past you heard something or THE STARE CAT 6i Ci TAR E-CAT! Stare-cat!" Haven't you heard the other children *-' yfell it after you when you were little and disagreeable? And haven't you gloried in calling it viciously from be hind a concealing tree after your dear est foe? .Don't you recall a very naughty day— when your mother would positively have whipped you if you'd done one thing more— how you. a small, ugly mite of a child, called "Stare-cat!" at the top of your voice after a nice-looking lady who chanced to glance in your direc tion with the self-possession to which you had not yet attained? The stare habit is a most disconcert ing one, and children object just as strenuously to it even now. Bring forth the angel-faced child who will de velop wings while you wait,. when forced into %he center of an admiring (staring) throng of grown-ups! He will rather turn Titan and exercise his strength to the- discredit of the parents who have lately thrust him forth triumphant, but who now drag him out disconsolate. Children take in their superiors— in • age— with a wondering and a disconcert-, ing gaze which, however it may strike us at the moment, is to bft more readily grappled with than the apparent curi osity of our equals in years. We stare, as a people, more than we realize. We don't exactly turn round and look after one another; something usually prevents our standing still to stare: but we might almost as well com mit this unpardonable gin so -plainly do we proclaim our anxiety to delve into the mystery that— we . think-gathers round some chosen mark among our fellow-beings. It is a habit, this Inordinate desire to see, and it gro.ws upon us and fastens itself until we— the privileged— may ac tually be permitted this satisfaction (in our own minds) that we would with out doubt deny to others when we are to be the butt. . . Just make the experiment and try how you feel when some self-sufficient creature fastens her feline gaze on you in a defenseless moment when you don't feel like being subjected to her search lights. \u25a0 '::\u25a0:\u25a0' '\u25a0.:\u25a0\u25a0•:. I once sat myself uncomfortably down (nothing on earth could have made me feel arty easier in mind on that par ticular day) in a long-seated trolley car. They are at best an invention of the enemy., and not In. the least a dis courager to the stare-cat. '- .1 had' had a.mlld tusslewith my new umbrella, whose hook -handle- had caught. on my coat fastener. The coat was out of fashion, and I was ehastly uncomfortable in * it, anyway. The handle of -my bag had tried to come off. but I had got, at my purse and paid as I entered. ;. •,-..; These things might ; not have - been flustering at any other time, but I'm sensitive— a little— and I seemed' to have been causing a mild sensation and it agitated me. - Everybody was looking at r me. The. woman directly', across might just aa well have clapped a concealing hand across her mouth to hide her rude neps, so evidently was. she whispering about me. ; v - .Her eyes looked "it;- so did her; hus band's. .*. Hers was no .'.-' mere " mental comment J she • was»tioing it openly \u25a0 and abo veboard :'; by "-. actual '\u25a0- word of \u25a0 mouth to ; her companion.- who ': was • obviously entertained,, though less inclined to crit icism. His face looked appreciation of the- facts related; hers 'amusement. She did me as a whole; I. was not _ mistaken, and after commenting in a general way, ». it did . not ' take her long »to get down to the concrete.: She was interested: in my shoes and ; in the very buttons ' on my coat,- and ; in my stock collar, which was 5: crushed, t after the wholej day's :wear/' She: tackled 'my. hat,' and -the, season was too near, its end to imply a crisp perfection; in headgear.' •\u25a0 - A* woman never quite ; knows ' wnether hat ; comment Is pleasing or? displeasing R to her, but she got to my actual features \u25a0presently,: and. with a woman's>keen ness; she saw the tiny, birthmark r on' the side of my face.. This was too much..* :\ \u25a0 I gave • one ; unearthly shriek f and 5 left \u25a0the car.' . ; ••».-. - '•• \u25a0,-,\u25a0 ,;:\u25a0•\u25a0-..\u25a0\u25a0"-\u25a0•' \u25a0, \u25a0 a warning from a friend. : r~ In the . first place, you. will awaken to the fact one day that your husband is no longer ,'your'loyer— Just a very mortal ma n, with very mortal ; traits. It is true that love Is your metier,' but do not be surprised if -your husband accept it as a part* of his life . and evince quite as much interest! in the rise and fall" of stocks or the influence of the atti tude of Congress on the sale of his own brand of glue. . \u0084•... ; ; :'. \u25a0\u25a0 : ""•' \u25a0':\u25a0-. You, no doubt, would be entranced at the prospect of uninterrupted lovemak ingv but your husband would -be. bored. Bored. The very ordinary man is built on another plan, and the. best thing to do is to accept ihe 1 fact philosophically. , ' Man is proverbially .'\u25a0 selfish— a hus band especially/ He will -.want his \u25a0 meals, with unromantic precision, and Instead, of .your loving kisses . he* will- demand •your, wifely regard for his dislikes and his preferences. At the breakfast table your husband will prefer good cooking and his morning paper to any little tete a-tete. But do not sob and wail out your disappointment^' Be sensible. Ac cept conditions as they are, and be happier for it. . * In the evening after a very busy day, he will expect a smiling, pretty wife, minus all recitals of domestic trials. • If be cannot have this, your faithful John will suddenly discover that he must' see For the Tired RELAXATION is a fine art, and.you need a lot of practice to be able to do it gracefully and to your benefit. • There is no such thing as complete re laxation in a straight chair. .. ;r ' There was, for instance, no gain, for the rester, and nothing but surprise for those assembled in a certain" house party, when a prim matron, observing, "I think I shall take a -little rest." set tled herself in an absolutely upright position, as rigid as a poplar tree. For those who work hard in an 'office .or at home, regular relaxation is 'pre scribed after the following rules: The hands are raised above the head. 5 then slowly, bit by bit, first the fingers, then the wrists, then the trunk, are re laxed, until the whole body, is allowed to tumble slowly down. '\u25a0\u25a0\u25a0' \" This practice will- result in perfect re laxation upon a bed or couch. \u25a0. Ordinarily the woman who has thrown herself down with a religious, intention of resting absolutely will find that some, neck or arm muscle is still tense, de stroying the first principles of relaxa tion. Loosen the -clothes if you would gain the full advantage of the time given over for your health's sake, throw yourself upon your back, and even manage some how not to think. Sham Talk H"E"guest lay on a sick bed and" lis tened cynically to. the talk that floated^ up through the open Rail from the par lor where jj some afternoon | callers had collected. \u25a0" Beveral of the latest novels were discussed— "b e s t sellers," trash * and dime novels in $1.08 bindings. The .voices rose. \u25a0 high in excite ment as hero, heroine, villain and plot were pulled to pieces., '";. \~\u25a0 • '. '\u25a0 '. - . , There came a. lull for a few minutes, and\ then they plunged simultaneously Into a discussion of some current play which all had seen. Again it was sec ond rate, stuff ; without a grain of gen uine worth" in it: . But the visitors were all loud in their praiee of the exciting plot and' the way the hero had out witted the villain. • \u25a0>;\u25a0 \u25a0 Another- lull. Then the.. news of the day came in for. its' "share of discussion; some notorious divorce cases, a\ few murders ;, and other; equally " profitable reading, and, finally, the visitors rose to depart satisfied that they had epent ah ."hour or bo in edifying conversation. What a sham«^^rt|ol«|^lo^sf^ Books there - are that take hold of Jthe vital j questions of the day," , that \ search the wul and compel the attention of the thoughtful ,reader; ; books ;.that -set one forward -many milestones. "'Plenty: of good plays there • are, - too ; .dramas j that are a 1a 1 moral uplift and whose inspiration lasts for months, making life ; better and brighter. ." But they are not- widely, her alded,and these \ were the kind : of peo ple who. go only! to see' much-talked about: shows, which are often a waste of time; and physical; effort.- . . ,With so many >lg« and vital questions before the public today," especially mat ters ;of i Interest to \ women, ; how much more profitably -i the \u25a0-\u25a0 hour, could have been spent "in discussing them than In this mere * fashionable, foolish chit-chat of "trashy .books and? plays. , But; these women were of the thoughtless 'mob. They^read" the books: that \ were V most loudly advertised; 'they went- to plays that . were 'k most talkedN 'about ; they made 1 ' calls in "the - approved .fashion. They did not, think for, themselve6.;They did' not • discriminate.;.' Whatever.*- other people • did ; they; did. \u25a0'\u25a0 Such living \ is • bo. artificial, -so • hollow.v so \u25a0-, little • worth while, and the ;. American : woman -has the power -. to *do • so ' much, it . seems ' a pity she. should waste: her time in such aft ectations * and '- trivialities. \u25a0-;. . . ; :'\u25a0; -..,;,\u25a0 His Inspiration ~r OVE is the deepest and most exact- I -\u0084*\u25a0"\u25a0: Ing \u25a0 source of ' ambition/, admitted -I—^ ; Bismarck in writing \u25a0to his ??wif e: It : is impossible to 'read all ' the 1 Intimate letters of this | great man ; to the woman he loved without realizing that his home, instead of hampering him, provided l him with • a -; human *- outlet,^ which .; left' him free ito - mount to - greater ; heights out side.^. \u25a0\u25a0' : Y>i~ 1 :Y:-v .v;. v^;v- -\u25a0.>:„ ,; : /;^-: : ; v .. .'" - Concluding jthe tale of : ho w he won his wife.* he j was i given', to s remarking, ; ''And she It islwho has made me .what; I am." Blank about fixing up a little business matter... You - will ' wring ' your little hands in solitary, despair. Thcee little;hauds "which he declared to be the dearest things in the* world, and far too beautiful to perform any menial task, will be called upon to do a num ber of things. ' The hardening process for yours! Your eyes, into the deep blue of which his soul was "drowned*^ (or % at. least that's what he said) at, each fond gaze, will be opened to a few straight-from-the-shoulder facts about your husband. .; Now. what are you going to do about it? There Is a futility in the wringing of your hands and the emphasfe* pf sack . cloth and ashes in your outfit. Brace up and af least let the knowledge that *a husband Is human dawn upon an In tellect that need rrot feel the disruption of a first terrible shock. "y . This is not cynicism. It Is common sense, . for which blessing -\u25a0 many a young wife -will be saved useless tears and foolish .awakenings. When you "marry there is an exchange of your un certain wooing lover for a sure and very human husband; Each one Is very fine in his place.' but— well, it seems hardly necessary' to suggest the fact that the two. are not interchangeable. -And, after all. a husband is a tnighty good thing to have around the.house! X < \u25a0 ' BARBARA I>EE. AGAINST BUISNISS MANNERISMS SHE was one of a Jolly little lunch eon party In a restav rant. When it came her turn to -Trite out her order, she put down each ar ticle, its price, and then careTully Tooted up the total. Her business had her In its clutches. \u25a0]\u25a0 She was > book keeper to the backbone. The tricks of her trade clung to her even when pleasuring. . . Business mannerisms are apt, to fasten themselves upon a girl before she is aware of it. They certainly detract from her charm and are hard ,to shake loose, once they have got a g-ood grip. . They need to be guarded against from the start. It is essential to.be businesslike in* the office, but the ; reserved, cpld manner that is sometimes necessary there need not be carried into home and social life. The .odd little mannerisms peculiar to it should be steadily frowned, upon: - ' \ •' \u25a0 It . is ofren remarked of a girl after a, few -years in business that sheis losing all her pretty ways! . Repose changes into rapidity; refinement Into brusqueness; gentleness : into curt ness; grraclousness into an overbear ing and dictatorial manner. Many a : business woman in a position of au thority laments, that she -is becoming cold, hard, "bossy"- or nagging. But if the evil is recognized in time/ it can be prevented. It should; be nipped In the bud. The; first and every in clination toward • such hatoits should be checked. A woman can be gracious and; refined wherever she is. She can administer reproofs gently. Better serv iceman be gained from those under one • by arousing their loyalty than by driv- High ; spirits, vivacity and whimsical girlishness are, of course., out of place * in business. But that doesn't mean they must be cut out of ; life. ; The quietness and dignity of office hours can be laid aside , with the office apron and over sleeves. One needn't make a bookkeep ing operation out -of ordering a lunch-: eon..: ; \u25a0 , : ". v- " ,- N \u25a0. ."' .>V \u25a0 '_ It is said of many a business man that he is 'one person in ' his - office and an other at home. It , is . safe to assume \u25a0 that* the official habits of men are, as a rule,' worth woman's imitation. \u25a0 Men have 'the essentials, of this life down to a fine : art. ~ For : centuries they . have been grinding atthe business mill. They have eliminated all that is useless. -They have padded all; that is useful and that makes for health and pleasure and sen sible, practical results. Women \u25a0 are •r just starting, \ and they* are ' recklessly I throwing | away. - health * and : personal charm. 1 - and : many: other good .and. use ful :. things in "the: first, flus.h ; , of ' enthu-" siasmover their entrance into a gainful occupation 1- and - the ; independence it brings.l.They.wlll get over, this in time, no , doubt.t and r settle- do-wn to' a steady "pace i that will: brin<g' about ;. better re sults." But^ they / might; as > well • do . this at '\u25a0 the start and take their work In ! the calm.i matter-of-fact way* men 'do.- -For one thing, they should not sacrifice their womanly charm and - refinement,- their ' pretty - girlish }. ways : to . the Moloch of trade. i= Much of the 'charm of home and ' social life \u25a0 depends > upon ; the • winsome ness of .girlhood and theieweetnesß of womanhood. It Is not necessary that these should- be" driven, away. : by -busi ,'ness life; ibut; they. will unconsciously and -gradually - slip *. away unless • a girl is on her guard ! to : prevent : their, doing f jo.'',""': 5 ;'.- '-:':-"; '..-'. ':\u25a0\u25a0-.-\u25a0\u25a0 • Fools GHARL.ES ; KINGSLEY.* flung a . sen- > tence into the balance,- on the side ,-Zof marriagewhen he wrote. "Peo ple -talk of love; eliding ;at;Uhe attar! Fools!" > A":.. \u25a0•:\u25a0; '.\u25a0'./\u25a0"\u25a0'--:" : ' ' " THE WINDOW JAMESON A WIDOW has a pretty hard life In l\ this village, I can tell you. *- \u25a0*" If she stays at home, she Is niira ing her gri?f; if she goes out within the six months' limit, she does not show proper respect, for the departed. If she is seen speaking with an un married man or a widower, then all is settled— she has intentione-^-the shame less creature! / If an. -unknown of the gender masculine happens upon the scene, life 'immediately becomes inter esting in the village. " . Xow. there was the Widow Jameson. The Jamesons came from' the western part of the state. They bought the old Mensinger house, had it. repaired and lived retired until Mr/' Jameson's death six months laler, and the widow with her young daughter continued to live in our village. Even old Miss Turner could find no f aul£ with | Widow Jameson's . demeanor during the season of bereavement. The days passed by, nothing occurred to dis turb the placid flow of village life until one autumn evening a middle-aged man stepped off the train and asked to be di rected to Mrs. Jameson's home. The seller of tickets , politely asked him to wait until he had closed the office, as his way lay in that direction. "Dull day. aint It? Looks like more rain. So wet where you hail from?" j "Ye 6." replied the stranger, "we have had a good deal of tain." "Mebby not ,from these parts, are you?" .. A Xo, I am not." "Seems to me I. mind seeing a man that looked considerable like you down at the Buckley county fair last week. His name was Mercer; he was celling some patent _ arrangement. I'll be blamed if you're not that very fellow." "Xo," said the unknown. "I come from further west." ' "Guess you'll not take it amiss if I aek you what you f ollow." • . - : : "Not at ail, my friend. I am an ln structdr.ln pomology." "O.yes; that's nice. I reckon. Well. \u25a0 here's the widow's. Glad to make your r acquaintance. Good-bye." The Sunday paper was not so papular at the village breakfast tabte next morn- Ing. .Dame Gossip Is an early riser. The corncakes needed no syrup, the break fast food- no cream. Miss Turner ran across the street Into Mrs. McClay's kitchen, as that good {{tTS an ill wind, you know, 1 etc.." the extremely good-looking -^- man said as he waved his hand toward the landscape that was slipping past 'at a mile a minute. His companion raised his brows in an encouraging curve and the good-looking talker, seeing an appreciative audience before him, could not resist. "I mean that my present vocation of buying : and selling diamonds was reached via proposals and their accept ances.: I must confess that my loves have been like the red, *red roses in June— plentiful and • transitory. You • see, my father was pretty liberal to me, • and whenever I decided to clasp the pretty i bauble over the slim third finger of a fair . one's left hand the money was there. I remember my astonish ment at the different grades of dia monds. The yellow, the blue, the rose, Jhe pure white were displayed before my amorous and ingenuous eyes the first time I invested. I took the yellow, I think, because it was the largest for the money.. Then something happened— I forget Just what stopped our mad career— and the ring was returned with very frosty thanks for the pleasure of wearing it. "Of course, I was wild with grief ready to die— bujt father knew human nature In* the stage of puppy love, and I was soon smiling at life and taking no tice. \u25a0 "The very yellow diamond was sold when I was' stranded out West and in need of money." It is a curious coin cidence that coming home ' on • the yel low diamond's saving grace I met my fate — my second fate, I mean.- She was a little widow, and her 'sweet reasona bleness and;. maturity appealed to my lady was likely to be the on!y one In th» town who hadn't heard. "What do you think of it? I couldn't sleep a wink all night. I watched. It was nearly 12 when ' she outened the light. You know there isn't any train, out after 10.30. You kno.w there isn't any hotel. He stayed, he stayed! I'm sure he stayed. V.'hafU we do? Oh. the disgrace! I can't go to church and face the men folks. The character of our villag3 is gone." "For heaven's sake,' Sally Turner, what are ye tryin' to stir up? Who is It that stayed? Is it crazy ye are?" • "Indeed, I'm pretty near it; this will send me to bed yet. Oh. my! oh, my! Didn't you hear? Didn't Mike tell you? He— oh. I'm so out of breath— a man got off the train last night and* went straight to Widow Jameson's. He— stayed all night, and— you know Rose 13 not home! Oh. what will we do? Poor Mr. Jame son dead only seven months, too. Iv» noticed how she's been puffing out her hair of late, and Miss Snell said she was wanting her to fix new crepe oa her hat." Mrs. McClay. busy wiping her dishes, remarked: "Maybe It's her brother, she-" "'Deed ft isn't; 'deed It Isn't. She told me with her own lips she had none." eagerly Interrupted Miss Turner. "Was he gude appearing? Hope it is dark he is. She has such a fair, baby swate face. I 'always feel like—" "Dark or fair aln"t nothing to do with It. You never take anything to heart. Annie McClay. You don't seem to realize we're responsible for all our women sex — and she a good standing member in your church, too. Think of the example she «ets for your off springs.. Land sakes alive! here she comes herself, right up the walk, all smiling and pert. To think I'd ever have to go Ihrough this! Annie McClay. She's— coming— right— in — your gate!"' A cheery voice sounded at the door. "Good morning, Mrs. McClay. Isn't this a delightful day? I dropped in to see whether you would take my cla3* in Sunday school this morning. My nephew from California came last night. We were childhood playmates, being nearly the same age. Indeed, he's the only brother I've ever known. His wife and children are coming thi3 evening. You'll take my class, I'm sure; I can see It in your eyes. Thank you, so much. Good-bye." THE DIAMOND EXPERT heart. There was my very opposite. I suppose, and I succumbed. "I walked into the jeweler's soon after my return home, but that time I passed by the yellow stones. Oh. no! Some thing a little finer this time. I showed, a wonderful discrimination la colors, the salesman said. "Well, that's a sad story, and a closed book. I did not ever see that ring acaln. "Then I became critical of the precious stones worn In my presence. When two diamonds were worn by my cousin, with an utter disregard for the matching of the colors. I protested. They were as C and C sharp — positively hurt my feel- Ings. ; "I was most unfortunate in all of my engagements, or perhaps I should aay fortunate, for, of course, my little af fairs were nothing of Importance. They gave me experience in the selection of; stones, though. I was able to cast an eye over the display on a lady's hands and give the valuation. I was In great demand when my youthful .comrades wished to lav«t in the preliminary ring. . Each time put another facet on my experience, to speak technically. •Here. Billy! You know all about dia monds — will you Just step in with me to> guide my Ignorant fingers to the best thing?' was the . usual salute 'from the ardent lovers. "Of course. I punctured my years with a few more personal purchases, and then when the last ring was -flashed back to me I decided to 'wait until ray wings were stronger.' I tried to for get my sprained heart by reading about diamonds. From the interesting accounts I went to the technical side of the sub ject—and here l\am. unmarried and. an expert! That's a perfect specimen, by the way. Just look at it. I am keep- Ing that for the perfect woman."