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“At the Mercy Of 1
Tiberius" Today —Are Young Folks Emulating This Old Tyrant Winifred Black Tells of Ttco Knou>1uAU, Selfish [4 Youngsters Who Are “Tiberiusing99 All Over the Place in Making Parents Unhappy By WINIFRED BLACK. n A 1 the Mercy of Tibe Zk rius”— ^ ^ Didn’t somebody pick up the old title and write a brand new story under it a year or so **° ? mr- V® / f* V 'wi And wasn't the Tiberius in ~ - * this particular story a middle aped man wit • a family and . fortune and ; will and a tem per? And didn't he make life a burden to his meek and his old-maid sistei SI^hur/aT,; WIMFttD BLACK his growing nor ^id weren’t they all delighted—just that— when Tiberius died and left them to live and breathe and laugh, without him? 1 wish somebody would write a new novel and call It by the old' title. “At the Mercy of Tiberius.” And this time thb Tiberius must , be young—either male or female— ' but young. 1 know a Tibenua who haa her mother at her mercy. A Tiberesse—let's call her—Just to be different. Thta Tiberesse hasn't the faintest Idea that she Is cruel and dominating and a little ridiculous—oh yes. she's really amusing If she's tyranizing over somebody else, and you can atand by and smile about It. But If you are a friend of the Somebody else — well that does change the situation a trifle. The mother of this Tiberesse is rather a clever, rather an interest ing and a little more than rather, popular woman. She haa friends all over the world —rich friends and poor friends and clever friends, dull friends, success ful friends, and friends who are fail ures — respectable friends. and friends who seem to live for the most time in Queer Street. But daughter doesn't approve of mother and her friends. She doesn’t like the way mother dresses nor what mother likes to eat and If mother like* a book, daughter lifts a disdainful eyebrow at the very name of it. But mother aimply won’t let go— yau see she has grown used to lov ing daughter and she Just goes right on. no matter how stupid and eilly and ungrateful, and unkind daughter is. 1 saw mother off on a visit to daughter two or three weeks ago.— mother was gay and full of the idea of the good time she is going to have. She was taking down some new books and a new frock or so and a new hat and all the love in the world—to daughter. I saw mother when she got home from the visit, she looked twenty years older, and somehow her laugh wasn’t the same—no not even her smile. And I knew daughter had been Tlberiusing all over the place. Smiling at mother's ideas, laugh ing at mother’s way of doing her hair, criticizing mother's friends, and making mother feel out-of-date. In the way. old. and useless. And mother gave up a perfectly good second marriage ten years ago for daughter’s sake—and now she is alone and rather tired of the busi ness of living, you’d think the Tibe rius would have a heart, wouldn't you? I saw another Tiberius the other day—a young fellow with his head in the air. and how his father did bore him—he simply couldn’t stand it to see too much of father—and yet other young men cross the con tinent to spend a day or an evening with father and get the contagion of his wit, and his Joy in living, and the wisdom the world has taught him. I saw a humorous gleam In the eye of the father of Tiberius the other day when the young fellow dismissed one of father's opinions with a youthful attempt at satire. If I were that young fellow I would be pretty sure that that gleam stayed—humorous. He may wish it had—some day. For sometimes people do not stay "at the mercy of Tiberius" forever. What a lot of them there are these days—Tiberiuses—all of them as young as a May morning and as cruel and selfish as old Tiberius ever dared to be I hate to see them—don’t you? Cocyrlfbt. IMS. by N*wjr«wr Itottne holr*. lac. Love s Reawakening By Adele Garrison A * Phone Call Interrupts the Barbed Repartee of Madge, Edith and Dicky, Which Had Reached a Dangerous Pitch IDO not usually find gratification in the discomfiture of other people, even of those who, I know, are unfriendly to me. But the look of baffled malice In Edith Fair fax's face aa 1 came back Into the living room with Mary was balm to mv soul I found no such comfort, however. In the look which sprang to Dicky's eves as he looked from my bouquet of white orchids to Mary’s, no less exquisite, but smaller and of gold and bronre flecked blossoms. That he was mentally comparing their cost, 1 knew, and 1 had the prescient little feeling that Edith would not miss thia opportunity for another caustic comment. “I thought this was Mary’s party, •he mid with a metallic little laugh. "But judging from the slae of the hookays. you’re the honored lady. Madge. And white orchids! My word!" "Are you perhaps suggesting that mein frau Is too old to wear white orchids?** Dicky's voice was mirth ful but there wm a distinct edge to It. "Because If you are I wars you I shall defend her against such an In timation with me life. And of course her bookay is tha biggest, probably, of tha whole lot. Old Phil, you know has the foreign old-school idea that the hostess la really the most important ladv a* anv func tion." His tone held Just the right note pi “talking down.” It Implied that JvlUh's knowledge of social nuances waa somewhat defective, A furtive glance showed me that aha had taught her lower Up between her deeth. and I knew that she was hav ing a terrific struggle for composure. Mary, innocently, or otherwise, piled fresh fagots on the flame. 1 ~ J ~3f:dith*s~Cofsaee ~~1 -Ton haven't opened your box. Miss Fairfax. Won’t you please? I’m just crazy to see everybody’s flow ers.- _ “It won’t probably add anything to your manta to sea these.*' Edith •napped, opening ths box with-* a jerk. And when she drew forth ■ cluster of mauve and white orchids I was afraid for a tense instant that her patently trembling fingers would tear tha flowers apart and throw them away. But with an effort that j Odd Facts l There are now In England. In addi tion to fully qualified elementary ’echoed teachers. 34,000 uncertlflcated cmd 9.000 supplementary teachers. If the oceans wars dried up the emoant of salt remaining would be enough to cover 5,000,000 square miles with a layer one mile thick. • a • i Great Britain produces approxi mately 117.000.000 pairs of boots and shoes every year. She exports about 13.000,000 paln^a year. The only fish that never sleep are the salmon, pike and goldfish. made her suddenly took ten yeare older and Infinitely tired, ehe con trolled herself, and held the flowers off with a critical gaze. "That’s how I rate.” ehe said, with a wry smile, *‘hol polloi brand. But I suppoee no lady should be captious at any sort of orchids.' There was that in her tone which almost stirred me to contemptuous retort for something which had no relation to tha real personal Issue be tween us. There la no snobbery to me quite so hateful as that which arbitrarily lists certain varieties or tints of flowers as more to be de sired. and therefore more coetly than others. To me the delicate mauve shades of Edith’s orchids were in finitely more beautiful than the cold whiteness of my own flowers. And Dicky's rosebuds in my girdle were far above all other flowers. Dicky voiced mv thought an in stant later. | A~lftarh~for Edith | “You mean you have a bol polloi ■ brand of mind.” he said, “which | grades everything according to Its I cost. 1*11 bet Madge would gladly trade flowers with you." He accompanied the words with a ' disarming smile, but 1 guessed that the barb had sunk deep. What it cost Edith to grin back again no body but herself will ever know. De spite my resentment toward her, I found myself pitying her. and even a bit resentful toward Dicky for his baiting of her. “Which one?" Edith retorted with lips whose trembling was perceptible. “The white orchids at ths shoulder, or those rosebuds at her waist—a sop to sentiment, that last. I sus pect—the heart of Dicky’s bouquet, eh: Madge? 1 warn you. old dear. I’ll only trade for the orchids. 1 prob ably am the prise snob, as Dicky so delicately suggests, but sweet, fra grant rosebuds do not appeal to me.” I bit my lips to keep from railing out at her. for it was as If she had torn something sacred out of a hid den place and held it up to public view. But again Dicky came to the rescue. “Don’t worry. Ede." he said gaily. "Nobody'll ever accuse you of any thing so crass as sentiment. But Madge and I are old-fashioned, and we like rosebuds better than or chids.” “Ye-ah ?" Edith burlesqued, but there was venom In the laugh which accompanied the drawled query. "Just for that you don’t get to trade bouquets." Dicky told her with a grin. “But If you don’t want to get In the bad graces of the chate laine here, you’d better beat It into the bedroom with that bouquet and get It pinned on. Ill put the box In the wastebasket la my room. We’re all set for a party, here, you know, and ’the missus' is a stickler for hav ing everything on schedule." The tinkle of the telephone punc tuated his little speech. He took down the receiver, and after listen ing. gave a curt direction. “Send them up at once, please." (Continued Tomorrow.) .CocyrlsM. IMS. bj* rwtara Saroca. MM. Rich Fabrics Promise a Luxurious Winter Elaborate Stylings, Lavish Furs and Scintillating • Trimmings Rule the New Mode DESPITE all rumors to the contrary, a Winter of un excelled luxury is im minent Rich fabrics, lavish furs, scintillating and jeweled trimmings, elaborate stylings everywhere proclaim fashion able femininity’s confidence in prosperity. That this element is woven into the very fabrics of this sea son’s wardrobe is seen in the profuse amount of brocades, lames, velvets, heavy satins and handsomely developed woolens that are being offered. Although brocades and lames are char acteristic of evening wraps, they do not confine their attentions to habiliments of the night, but appear a$ long tunics worn with dark velvet skirts for late after noon occasions. Velvets are ubiquitous for both day and evening, especially transparent velvets which lend themselves to the soft, fluid lines of the cur rent silhouette. For those that would express then enthusiasm for this era of handsome effects and at once provide themselves with a costume of practical charm, there is nothing that could be more highly recommended than one of the new fur-trimmed jacket suits. Upon glancing at the two models sketched here today, both of which are characteristic of those in foremost favor, the veracity of this comment will be obvious. The suit of dark green basket weave woolen is sartorially designed to meet any daytime occasion. A peplum on the jacket is suggested by the broad band of Persian lamb, which fur is also used for the wide cuffs and flattering scarf collar. Of slightly more dressy conception, out generally practical withal, is the. black wool suit with the large blue fox collar and cuffs. The collar accents the surplice closing of the coat which is cut with a slightly flaring peplum. ; a s a a 8'rtnnnnnnnr Tnnnnrnnnj oagyy Helpful Advice To Girls By NANCY LEE Dear nancy lee; I have been going with a boy for three months. We had steady dates on Sundays and Wednesdays. One Sunday night he came to see me. We went to ride. We usu uaily ride until ten. But he brought me home before nine. When he left he said he would not see me Wednesday night. I love him. Nancy Lee. Tell me how 1 can win his love back. He lives in another town. He got the only picture I had of my best girl friend from out of the living room at home. Shall I write and ask for It. I have asked him for St once. If he doesn't send It, would It be proper for me to go after It? RHOKEN-HEARTED. BROKEN-HEARTED: It seems to me that there Is some connec tion between the attltutde of your friend and his admiration for your girl friend, for surely that must be the reason for his til-mas nered purloining of her picture I would most certainly write and In-! sist that the photograph be returned, and you should also make up your mind to forget about this person as quickly as you possibly can. Why be broken-hearted in this most delight ful and happy world, and why give somebody the power to make you so? The Stars Say— For Saturday, September 20 By GENEVIEVE KEMBLE THE sidereal operations for this day must be Interpreted as of conflicting Import. Although there la to be a definite breaking away from old obstacles and frustra tions. making way for a constructive effort toward stability and advance ment, yet there will also be s men ace of small frictions and anxieties as well as of some deep laid scheme against the cherished success. Minor disturbances or changes, petty finan cial cares, as well as a danger of a personal accident or disability are shown, but employment and new contracts are fortunate. Those whose birthday it is are to be confronted by a year of conflict ing conditions, with a much desired breaking away of old congestions and obstacles. But there may also be small financial annoyances, minor Irritabilities and the threat of fraud or subtle attack. The personal safety should be protected. A child born on this day should have good abilities and much stability and steadfastness of character, qualities which it may need to surmount many minor an noyances and menaces In life. It should succeed in employment or in dustry. « -■-- — - - -- - - Love Stories of Other Days By ALICE ELDRIDGE RENNER Agnes Sorel and Charles the Seventh Rebel Against the High Closet! DO THE men who design kitchen closets know that ths average woman Is not seven feet high? The question suggested Itself after a tour of a number of apartment houses—new and old. Almost with out exception, from old-fashioned large kitchens, to the newest type equipped with automatic refrigera tion. automatic dishwashers, auto matic stoves—ail of them without exception were equipped with that useless fitting—the high cloeet. As a matter of fact, shelves more than shoulder high become a source of fatigue to the woman who works in the kitchen constantly. And since it's just as easy to build low shelves as high ones, it is amazing that this last relic of the old-time drudgerous kitchen should still remain with us. One builder, when asked about these numerous shelves, away high up near the ceiling where no women could reach them without a step ladder. explained easily. ''Well, if she can't use them for her dishes, she can store things up there." But the last place to store any thing ts in a kitchen. A convenient kitchen contains only those articlos which are needed regularly, and whatever isn't needed in the kitchen has no place there at all. Stored ar ticles collect dust—merelv add to kitchen labor. Sometimes it’s a question of space—the kitchen may be so small that there tan t room for all the shelving at a convenient height. Then, instead of one large closet ex tending to the ceiling, there may be odd shelves placed wherever there :s room. On this can rest (or be sus pended) articles used nearest that point. A shelf over the stove might contain cooking utensils — a shelf or two over the table the bowls, long forks, and other mixing imple ments. etc. If some uniformity of size, shape, color is adhered to, then the shelves scattered around the kitchen will not Interfere at alt with its general good appearance. But even if art must be sacrificed in the kitchen—almost anything is preferable to these tantalizing large closets with shelves out of reach! Household Hints A smooth and creamy cup of cocoa ts a perenially palatable bever age. but when served in a cup in which the cocoa has lumped it Is a disappointing experience. If a little sugar is added to the cocoa while it is dry and then a little boiling water or hot milk ts poured over this mixture a smooth paste is made. When added to the hot milk, it will be found that tfca cocoa will be readily dissolved Agnes borel. the Lady of Beauty, and Jeanne d’Aro— Saint Joan—are the two wo men through whom France was first created a nation, and. whose influ ence. wholly constructive, would have accomplished more permanent results had the unbalanced mind of Charles VII permitted their plans to ma terialize. nevw aongm power for herself. It le recorded that she never spoke harshly to anyone or thought evil of anyone: an especially difficult task at the dissolute court of the Valois a Court that Included Loul* son of Charles—he who Was to become that strange king, Louis XI. 1 Here and there. In histories of that century, she la mentioned; while old tales and le gends tell of Iona Yet how little la known of this Lady of Beauty, and how much of Saint Joan: for the latter led the armies of France Into battle, placed the crown upon the head of Its king, and died a flaming death of martyrdom: while the former, stand tng quietly in the background, stir red the imagina tion of Its weak king to express itself 1 n action, and loved the man. who. though handicapped b y an inherited streak of Insanity, still had much to love and to ad mire in him. It is said that Agnes Sorel was more beautiful than woman ever had been or would be again, and this perfec tion of body seems to have been but the reflection of days and nights, when ths king and Agnes Sorel. leaving the Court for a short time, livid In an ancient chateau sunk deep in the green woods. During these periods the king’s mind would clear and he would become the man he might might have been, the man Agnes Sorel loved. But the king’s mind was not sound, as his scheming son, Louis, well knew, and. as a cousin of Agnes Sorei’s. Antoinette, knew They hoped that Antoinette would gain Agnes’ place and power and. combining, set their evi! minds to work to over throw her Influ ence- The day came when she knew her love was no longer de sired and she Beautiful Agnes SoreJ ~ opaiiuai qu4iu>. one had been born in Touraine in the year 1400. and through her youth had seen her beloved France laid waste by the English invaders, while the Valois kings, sometimes, mad. sometimes sane, but always weak, were helpless In the face of Internal trouble or foreign menace. Where or how she and Charles met la not known. The first hint of their love is after that love was well established and «he literally ruled the king. Agnes Sorel's story 1 r like a golden sunbeam across the pages of hfstory. There are few detailed facta, for she passed xorever rrom me v-oun 10 that quiet convent where «he was to die, neglected and alone. Antoinette had gained outwardly Agnes' place and power, but that was all. A fatal, slow moving dis ease. bcrn of the degenerate blood of the Valois, wrecked Charles; his days were spent In fretful, peevish Inaction, until playing cards were Introduced Into the French Court to distract his thoughts, and. tn less than ten years after he had allowed his Lady of Beauty to depart to her gray convent, he died without the love which might have been his. to comfort and to help, until the end. Seen Along Fifth Avenue There la nothing alow about the way the tortotae la moving to popu larity this season. It made a sudden entry Into the group of trimming themes ottered tor Fall and already stands In a leading position. Tor toise shell handles appear on bags, tortoise shell buttons are a neat and interesting trimming for wool frocks and tortoise she'.! costume Jewelry is importantly displayed. —. —. — t Foolhardy, to Postpone Appendicitis Treatment —Fear of Surgery Causes Many to Hesitate Thousands of Cases Have Been Cleared Up W ithout Operative Procedure, Says Authority, Urging That a Physician Be Consulted. By KOYAL S. COPELAND, M. D. United States Senator from New York. Former Committioner of Health, Sew York City. ONSTIPATION may be blamed for many of the disorders from which we suffer. Among such troubles is appendicitis. Formerly little was known of the condition. Many cases of “in flammation of the bowels” or “acuta gastri tis,” no doubt, ' were really at tacks of what is ! known as “ap pendicitis.” There may be either an acuta or a chronic condition. In chronic appen dicitis the pa tient is troubled by repeated mild attacks of pain. It may take the form of a sensa tion of burning or aching in the right side of the abdomen. As a rule, the pain, in such cases, is not enough to keep the victim from his work. This type of ailment la probably due to a chronically Inflamed ap pendix. It has not yet become severely affected. Or It may be a flare-up of some past acute attack. An attack of acute appendicitis Is likely to come on suddenly. There is sever# pain In the right abdominal region, with great tenderness. The patient wants to lie on his back with the right leg drawn up. There is considerable rile in tem perature. Loss of appetite, nausea, and often vomiting are other symp toms. Constipation n» usually pres ent before the attack. In ordinary cases the symptoms last for a few days, or a week or two, then gradually disappear. But in gangrenous appendicitis, the symptoms are all aggravated. The fever la very high and death may come suddenly if the affected organ la not removed. The treatment of a mild case is simple. Keep the patient on a light diet, preferably liquid, and apply • hot water bag to the site of the pain. Be sure to clear up the constipation, but do not give strong cathartics. Your doctor will advts« the treat ment best suited to the narttcular case. I Borne surgeons advise that the ap- A pendlx be removed as soon as the**v trouble has been diagonsed, but usually it la thought best to clear up the acute symptoms befort operat ing. However. If there la any reason to suspect n abscess fomatlon, immediate removal of the organ ta necessary. Thousands of cases of appendicitis have disappeared without operative procedure. The profession is mak ing progress tn the control of this ailment and perhaps In the major ity of cases will not advise surgery. 1 say this because many persons hesitate to call a doctor “for fear he will say an operation is needed." This is foolishness. You must set your fears aside and have the Wise phy sician tell you what is essential to vour welfare. | Aniwen to Healtn Qucrlet mks. B. g.—What do you uvw (or a baby who la pigeon-toed? A.—The baby may outgrow this tendency, but It might be wise to see your doctor for examination and advice. • • • T. J. Q.—What la considered a normal reaction to haemoglobin test? A.—Anything over SO per cent. miss b. vj.—I drink a |Um of milk at each meal. I intend taking the pure cod liver oil to build up my J eyetem. Would tt be all right to take 1 a spoonful in a little milk to kill the taste of the oil after each meal and still continue the smote glass with the meal? A—Yes. if you find that the oil taken in milk agrees with you. Copyright. IJ50. by N»«trt(>«r FMturs bma tsa GOOD-NIGHT STORIES By MAX TRELL. Tick-tock, Wind the clock. Tick-tock. Snap the lock. Tick-tock, Shut your eyes. Tick-tock. How time flies I —Shadow Sayings. "U S W0," replied Knarf. By "we” he meant himself and M1J. nor. Han Id and Tam, the shadow children with the curious, turned about names. "Ah, coma right In," the voice said again, and they walktd Into a low room in tha centre of which waa a mouse. “I'm delighted to see you.” It continued. ”Mske yourself to home. Would you like s bite of something?” “What have you got?" M1J asked. “I've got aome lovely cheese-_” "Don’t like it,” said tha shadow boy. shaking Mg head. "What a pity. Would you care tor aome cake crumbs? They're quite fresh. I've only had them a week.” But MIJ didn’t care to! them either. The mouse was disappointed. “I’m aorry.” It apologised, ' but I haven’t had a chance to get around much here lately. The cat has been dread fully wide-awake. I wish she would sleep out In the garden.” ‘There’s where she is now!” Yam exclaimed. At this the mouse be came gleeful. It twirled around on Its tall and danced a sort of jig. "It’s the best news I've heard in days.” it said. "Have you seen the new clock yet?" Han Id asked. "It's a grand father-clock and was Just brought into the house yesterday. If you listen hard you can hear it ticking." It listened hard and sure enough It heard it ticking plain as day. "I’d love to see it.” It declared. "Let us go out at once.” So Knarf peered out of the mouse's room (it waa Just under the panel ing in the wall of the corridor) and making certain that the cat hadn’t returned from the garden, motion^* it to come out. The next mo— they were all standlnr i»- ' the huge clock. It was late at night. 1 (It ua... tha clook pointed to a little befote i - one. Everyone in the hous* was fast asleep. "It s gorgeous.** the mouse wbte* pered. ‘Tve never heard such a loud clock. Does it always keep go ing?" * "As long aa lt'e wound up.*' Hanid explained. “But how big It is!** "That's because lt'e full of works.'* Knarf put In. "Would you like to aee them? There are wheels and springs and cogs and weights and dozens of other things that I don't know the name of.” 4 "I’d give anything to see them.’'# At this Knarf sprang up to the top. ' of the clock and signaled the mouse to follow him, which It Immediately did. Then they silently made their The Mouse Danced with Glee. way around to the beck, where there was a little door leading to the works. The mouse was a little timid about entering. "Are you quite sure it will be all right?" It asked. "I don't want to do anything that isn't lust so. Maybe the clock doesn’t like to have Its works looked at—?** "The clock—humph!—It won't say a word, not a word—" Knarf started to answer when suddenly, with a terrific boom. It struck one. Away sped the mouse, faster than If it were being chased by a whole family rtf —S ■»*««.—»*,fnfo It* h«t«* V - ■*. ** ‘.tWCKi'* ...tr it. But it was , u« persuaded. >.ow>rulu. ISM; by rattura Barries. 1m. .■■■■■. ... — . 1 Words from the Lips of Wise Men Let the student often stop and examine himself upon what he has read. Let him cultivate intercourse with others pur suing the same studies, and con verse frequently upon the sub ject of their reading. - —Sharswood. Our lives are usually short ened by our ignorance. —Spencer. ■—mrnmmm '•* General notion* are generally wrong. —Lady Montagu. He who has once despised the laws of nature and has soared above them has no right to live. —Auerbach. In working evils for another a vJai man works evils for himself. , —Hesiod. A great soul will be strong to live, aa well as to think. —Emerson. Gambling it the mother of lie* and perjuries. —John of Sahabnry. What youth deemed crystal, age finds out was dew. —Browning. A competence ia all we can enjoy. _ —Yoane. - Generalities always admit of excep liana, —Hugo.