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CHAPTER XVL GONE! "Why, Mamie, you don't mean that Donald is reaiy gone!" Miss Janet's mild face was as troub led as such a ace could be. Russell looked up ' from his book, his eyes ml of interest. : "I do mean It 1 suppose poor Les lie is crying her eyes out, aa she hasn't come down. Catch me spoiling my eyes and reddening my nose because a foolish, - whimsical man cnooses 10 make a comet of himself and Whirls off, nobody knows where! "But Donald isn't foolish or whim sical, Mamie; there must be some thing the matter." Shucks!" exclaimed Mamie ele gantty. "he Is notional as as any thing," and she snapped her eyes fiercely: A big, hot tear splashed on her hand. , "Not v a good-by, even! Bah! It must be awful to be tied to a brute of a man! After all, I think I'll Just break with Bertie and follow your ex ample. Aunt Janet. "Oh, Mamie, and the trouseau ,all 1 ordered! Ah, the trouble I am hav ing "What with the papers full of - h tmniri uir Donald tone, you breaking with Bertie, and Russell" "Yes, I'll take care of . you. Aunt : Janet," the boy Interrupted, never guessing that Miss Janet was about to .. numser aim nuiuug uci tm.iiv.i ., Mamie laughed. "'A fig for the rumors of war. It a .only a mouse In the mountain, Aunty. And, as for me, I guess I'll have to go on. or Bertie will sue me for breach '. of promise. And. of course, Don has tn TMn.hmonrt on business." "How glad I am to hear yon say so, Mamie! Go see if you can't cheer Leslie, poor child. And now Russell, what king was it?" The boy turned to his History, ana Mamie left them. Miss Janet had decided to teach Russell for awhile, and chose the iarly morning and late afternoon for Jesson hours. Mamie went to Leslie's room, and, not finding her sister there, sat down to read newspaper that lay upon the table.; Her usually merry face was very crave as she read column after col umn. Perhaps, after all, all this noise trugnc proceed rrom somemmg more formidable than a mouse In a moun tain! The hand that held the paper trem bled as Mamie read the bold, fearless .words. How would It all end? It was sel- dom that a grave thought found its way Into the girl's tght, sunshiny mind, and such thoughts were never welcome visitors. The light was growing dim. She .threw down the paper with a nervous - . - r ... "There, go, yon message of 111 omen! vlf the worst comes to the worst I guess I can stand It along with the rest. I wish Bertip had come to-day. I wish DonUd hadn't taken French leave of us, and I wonder where Les lie is?" f.he left the room and began to look uvul io iuuav. ijiu mill nriu i:n i , dies were lighted In the halls and rooms in general ue, but she could Mot find Leslie. She Went into the shadowy garden, kui, mi ner caning nrougnt no answer, whatever. After awhile she went to the stables to inquire if Leslie had gone with her husband, but the driver said no. He had driven his master to the station. , Mamie was by this time really alarmed. She set the negroes to searching everywhere about the plan tation and neighborhood, but no trace of Leslie could h found. . In the gaMon M.imle picked up a wreath of crushed ami broken white lilacs, btit in I'ncle PHer'a any of the negro children might hnve Stolen Into the garden and found amusement breaking nnd twining the weet flowers together. 8he carried the wreath to the house .. Miss Rutherford met her In the Ball. "There Is a strango man In the 11 brary a lawyer, romp to nor T.enlle Donald has sent him. AVhm mean?" she asked, a worried, look struggling with the habitual Fere.nlty of her face. "I don't know." Mamie mild, pasw ... lng her and eolntr at nnm i tv. gloomy library. "Have I tho pleasure of upeaking to , Mrs. Rutherford?" the (stranger asked, coming to meet hr. r "No. I am Mr. Rutherford's winter. Tan you tell me what you are hero for?" v, "I came for an Interview with yotir elster-ln-law. Besides of n strictly private kind. Miss Rutherford." "Arid I may not know the nature of It?" - "t think not." ... "There is a mystery fomewhore; we can't find Leslie, my brother's wife" "Indeed!" "We have been (searching sinre be. .'fore dark. I should think Donald ougni to Know tnio. h0 left ,,,, no Address; have you or.eV" "I have not, I am rry to nv. Tf I can be of s ny use, command me. If : VIA T H.lll M.11 4 n . . .... . . win -n i'-iiiii i wneri i nopu j to find your sister at home." "j Mamie let htm go. if thev were going to "be miserable she wanted no strange eye to gaze upon their suffer ing. f' She sent for Bertie to come at once, ana men cnea until she was tired, . but still no one had found Leslie. Miss Janet had gone off into violent t hysteric, as she always did when any thing broke into her accustomed calm. It was a relief "to Mamie, for the Buffering lady had been taken to her room and shut up with her maid. ' , Russell sat with big, black eyes, lis tening, waiting. , "For-goodness sake, Russell. shut your eyes, else they'll pop out of vour hed Mamie said with n shadowy rmlle about her lips. Rurnell seemed not to hear. The frrf.t. unwinking eyes did not chantre yjV -WOU,d ,et mo 1 might find her, he said after a while. "No you couldn't; they ar looking everywhere there is to look. Didn't yoa see Aunt Janet peeping into the flower nsMt -iTm glad she happened to think of her hysterics; siio'd have been looklnr under the tinimv.i. i thli time. :f-y ?, ; .... "I don't see what Don ought to be here, f There's no telling wluit tra efftUeft .rLM,;, and of courne hell blame ua. Men always io blame omebodya woman if t. can draw her Into it and you'll nr- " r.r one oi xne creatures say it was my fault? "t am aorry you ar going to be a man, Russell, 0, how I wish Bertie -as here now! It' an age until he ran get hero to-morrow! "Is thatCnI ptr Uing-m? I'erhspe he has found her. No, If s r.!y the wind!" , ' ' And still the hoy aat liatenlng, his CT'at tyee wide open. : BY MRS, ELLEN FRIZELL WYCKOFF Author of "Tony and the Twins," "Trying of the McAllisters, Etc But no glad sound reached them. The air grew chill. A strange flut tering seized the leaves outside, a gray light began to eteal In at the windows. ' ' ' Mamie pushed open the shutter. Birds were ; twittering sleepily. The world seemed to be catching it breath again. A tint Of pink, bright ened the eastern sky, a glow of red light, and then the sua rose alowly over the hills. ,.- i ,:?,'v It was morning. All ; night Leslie had been gone! Mamie shuddered. "Alt night was so long, and Leslie waa so helpless, such a child. , All night! The day grew, but the round Of work waa foreotten. It seemed a long, long time Since yeaterday'e work had been laid aside. Dr. Grey had come to the distressed family. He sent Mamie and Russell to bed. and looked after Miss Janet : Dr. Grey walked up and down and wondered where Donald and Leslie could be. At last Bertie came. Mamie tumbled recklessly down the steps and flung herself, headlong Into his arms. "O. Bertie, I am so glad you are here! Such trouble as we are in. He led her into the house and then coaxed her to tell him all the trouble. "You see, Don Is gone, nobody knows where. Just like a man, to think he can do as he pleases! I'm glad I'm not one of the heartless things." "So am I dear," Bertie consented soothingly. "went oft without a word; but that isn't the worst, Leslie's lost! All night we searched, but she's gone." "Mamie!" "Yes, she Is lost," Mamie sobbed, and then she took a good cry, reliev ing her over-burdened heart and ruin ing Bertie's immaculate shirt bosom at the same time. Bertie petted and comforted her, and she called him her one blessing, and declared she wouldn't give him up for worlds, and In spite of the troublesome times Into which he had fallen. Bertie's wayward heart was full of Joy. It Is an ill wind that blows good to nobody. Another night came and went, and still no tidings of Leslie. On the third day a short letter came from Donald. He had sailed for Europe and would travel for awhile. Dr. Russell would ilnd a suitable school for Russell. The new lawyer would attend to af fairs until Mr. Graham recovered. The letter was to Miss Jainet; there was not a word for Leslie! Mamie was too Indignant to cry. Donald's conduct wounded her deeply. She would never have Im agined hlrn capable of doing such a thing. It was all so unlike her noble, generous brother. Bertie could not leave her in such distress. "You and Miss Janet must come to Richmond with me, dear. We can't wait for the wedding clay; we must bo married at once, Runsell can go to school, and tho servants can keep the house open and let m know If Leslie returns. I think this is tho best plan." ' And Mamie agreed to it, nnd, little butterfly of fashion that she was, con sented to be married without even a wedding dres.i. The grand wedding she had plann ed could never be, now that Donald was away and poor Leslie gone. The girl was glad to let Bertie take her away from the friends who asked questions that hurt her and offered sympathy that was only pain. And the gossips were tbusy. Ono rumor after another claimed their attention, and at last they each fettled upon the one that pleased them best, and after awhile sterner questions occupied their minds, for the rlxlng cloud could be plainly seen now, and tho nation waited breath hvwly for the storm that was gather ing above It. The war was a certainty now. Even In the quiet country preparations were being hastened. Tho time of bloodshed had come. people forgot to be selfish, and the South roe as one man. CHAPTER XVII. IN' THE OLD HOUSE. For once Dr. Brown was sorely puzzled. Me had worked up his oaso greatly to his own satisfaction. He had taken the portrait that Horace Grant paint ed to Mijyuville. The 'picture was exhibited among those who knew Dolly Merrltt, and not one who naw it failed to recognize It. He liiid succeeded In aroulng In terest in tho affair, The work hud been slow, but he was a patient man. The warrant for the arrest ot Dolly Merilt was In tho hands of an olil cer. Th" ,)roof that she wan living In the South as Leslie Rutherford was ready at the doctor's hand. He could lay hi finger on tho witnesses at the moment'? notice Miiysvlllo regarded his as a hero. He kept his own counsel, knowing i in- charm of a half mystery. The doctor e.njoyd his success, and he wanted to be fully repaid for hiH work. Ho hastened to Grey Hock In advance of the officers, who were proceeding with great caution, that ho might himself bear the tl (llnKs of "i.t-r disgrace and rul'j to the gentle girl who had never harm-ed him in Hn slightest clegroe. H wanted to witness her 8 and shame. He wanted to see Don ald 1 umMiated. And yet he was a man!On;-e he had been a little innocent child! Whence came the evil that possessed him? But in hi wildest Imaginings no such delectable feant as this had ever presen'.ed Hself. He expected resis tance on tho part of Donald. H'a influence md his money woubt make the light a long und hard on And now no was not likely to havo theiso to contend with. He had eeen it all. Not one throb of humio pUy nnd rtlrred his unnat ural heart. Ho saw the happy, idolized wife full from tho pedestal on which her huw batid's love nnd placed her fall to the dust buken, ruined. He saw a brave, strong, loving man changed to a brutal, hem-flow wretch crazed, humiliated, made In to a pitiless demon with a heart equril In hardness to his own. An h smiled at the ruin he had wrmm&f DemaM' behavior astwnlshcS the doctor, for ho was tHl capjiblj of being surprised. 7 He watched Donald leave , home with only his driver. He smiled at the white face .. , of the haUf-crssefl (man. All night he walcned tns houut. Nothing escaped him. evidence of excitement did not wrprtw-Wnt-nrTslt afrald 'that he had risked too much and that his vic tim might escape. But he resolved that she ahould not pis hu watchful He saw Bertie arrive In the early morning, and, later, the disconsolate party that left the place. Leslie had been left alone! When the officers came he led them In triumph. But the girl was gono. In vain they searched for her, in vain they questioned . the wondering ser vants. .--,-.! . ' -. :--i .- ' ' She could not be found, though the faithful negroes, Ignorant of the mission of the strangers and suppos lng they had been sent by Leslie's friends, joined in the search dilllgen tly. - . o;.. , 4 : Men were left to "watch the place and quietly search the neighborhood, and Dr. Brown went away He went to Richmond. He decided to pay Cleo a vtoit. He could know by her manner of receiving ; him whether or not they knew of the part ne nad taken In the downlau ot Les lie. . ;., There was nothing to be lost by going, and something might be gain ed. ; " , :.;,. "S-.;t;, . -;f . y Cleo received him Just as she had always done. She was frail and weak, but to his surprise he found that she knew nothing of the disgrace that had fallen upon Leslie. He found Mrs. Lynn loud in her lamentations, and perfectly willing to take him into her confidence. She told him how the poor girl had disappeared, and how Donald had gone. She dreaded the gossips of friends when the affair should become known as it surely would. "It may be taken for granted that she accompanied her husband," the wary doctor suggested. "No, there la no hope of that. It is too well known that he went alone. I have just had a letter who chanced to see Donald go abroad. "She asked about all of us, of course and wrote to know what had changed Donald so, and why he had left nis wife at home. No they will all find it out" The doctor had been careful to say nothing of the warrant to the people at Grey Rock. He had made one mistake, but he need not make an other. He smiled not at the thought of this wise precaution. The girl would surely apply to her friends, and these friends knew nothing as yet, of his connection with the affair, and noth ing of the crime with 'which Leslie had been charged. "What could have been her reason for going away?" He asked the ques tion with his eyes on the carpet. "Excuse me, Madam, but my inter est in yourself and your daughter " "I understand you, and I appreciate your interest, doctor. It does me good to talk to you. I really have no idea why she did It. They seemed perfectly happy. But it was some thing between the two, for Donald went so suddenly and does not send a linn to her. "He left no message at home, but sent a strange lawyer to arrange; some sort oi business with her. that we know that he expected By; her ; to be at Grey Rock.. so it was not her; going tnac causea mm to leave. "Donald had been busy all day superintending the laying off of a new garden. He hardly left the work all I day. until off he went like that, and the next thing Leslie was missing. "It Is a sad affair. Of course everything is being done In a quiet way. A sensation must be avoided, i But no pains will be spared to find j the poor girl, or to hear something from her.' "It Is very remarkable. I agree with you that It is better to keep the affair quiet, Mrs. Lynn, I fear the ef fects of this upon your daughter." "Yes. Cleo Is much affected by it. She loves Lenlle, and is not inclined to blame the girl at all. She Is afraid that Letdie has been stolen." "Ah!" "Very nbsurd. And of course she cannot reconcile that with Donald's conduct. Sometimes I think there was something wrong about the girl." "Wrong?" "Yea. We had to send for Dr. Bel den, of course, as soon as wo arrived. I thought he acted strangely when we told him. Then he and Alice were closeted for some time. And then they sent for Dr. Grey. Of course I don't know whether that had any thing to do with Leslie, of if it was all on Cleo's account as It seemed to he. I was not taken Into their con fidence."' "You were not? But I beg your pardon, Madam, If I spoke with too much feeling. It only seems a little odd that you should be left out." "And you might have given some excellent advice offer some valuable suggestions. I dare say they con tinue to regard Mrs. Rutherford as being an angel, which she may bo, Mrs. Lynn." "Oh. yes; T don't say she Is not." "But It Is queer that you were not, consulted. Valuing your opinions as I do as I have always done It Is hard to realize that they can be set aside by others. I shall be glad to hear more about this, Mrs. Lynn, but It l not likely that I shall be taken Into tho family confidence when you are left out. But If you should hear from the poor girl will you let me know? We may be able to assist her." "Indeed T will. Dr. Brown." And the doctor went away, leaving Mrs. Lynn In a good humor with her self. He had learned much that he wantpd to know. The family had not heard of the scene in the garden. He felt sure of that. But of course that state of affairs could not last. Don ald would explain, and Leslie would try to communicate with the family. In tho hall he met AUle. But he ventured no remark except a few words about Cleo. He was not sup posed to. know of the trouble, He went back to Grey Kock. The place was closed. He found Uncle peter and stopped for a few wrfrds with him. At first the old roan had very lit tle to say, but he was soon convinced that the doctor must be an Interested friend, since he knew so much about the trouble. And the old man re lieved his over-burdened heart by talking freely. . "No, sir,, wo uns hahtt hoerd fum Marse Donal', nor Mill Leslie. Hit's might quar; de Rutherford temper's er cuis one. 'Speck somebuddw riled hit In. Msrse Ponsl. t seed him 'a I's comin' ,back wlf me seed'n truck, an I knowed In reasln at auppln" tuck place. iPve saw his paw look datter way oncet Hit's In de fambly day say hit's der hade," -"J-Y"" -hftypn't ".P W mis- - "No, sir. Do yarth musser opened an swaller de po' chile," , "Nobody tlvna at the' mil now?". ', "Cupid dar. tfthr nlggerg h!rot The dec i r T alked over to tho IZxll. L.i'a p;.i.;: were being carefully watched, tut there was no telling what he miht see by looking around. Uncle Cupid saw him coming. The old man got up slowly from bis eeat In his cabin door and crossed the yard to the house. It was an old place and somewhat out of repair. A rambling old house and a flowery, run-a-way garden, with the woods lying close about It and beyond .this the cotton fields. : f Uncle Cupid was sweeping the yard with an old brush broom and alnglng softly when the doctor came up. , The doctor wanted to look at the houee. . Uncle Cupid was eager to show it - ' , ....- '- It was like old times, he said. The doctor went through the room and the old negro talked about them, but notnmg was gained by the visit. Again, the lumbering : old stage coach, carried Dr. Brown . to Maya- The people had expected to hear of vouy Merritra arrest. He had dia appointed them and they were begin ning to lose faith In him. Ar'n't you considerably Interested for an outsider, anyhow? 6ome of our boy could have beat that." Tom Nash said when, the doctor tried to explain tho situation. , "No man is an outsider when -" "Oh, pshaw. You'd better let the gin aione ana try to nnd the money. There's been mighty little said about mat, anyhow." "Like all the rest, Allen, plenty saia anq little done." "She didn't take all that money.! "Maybe there wasn't such dead loads; misers are always overrated. "Maybe the old man hid it" "There wasn't hair nor hide of It in the cabinet." "All this had been gone over 'num berless times. The doctor listened very ; ouletlv. not troubling himself after his expla nation to make any remark. . But presently John Austin, who Mad been a silent listener, saw-the bland smile fade, and. the uneasy eyes arrow more restless. It Was when Tom Nash said: "Let's pull the old rat trap down and search tt." The men laughed. And while thev were laughing John said: "And so. doctor, vou dldnt Dolly!" The doctor smiled. "And you are reioicin. Mr. Ann'tni when you should be sorrowing, that u ii you are sun in svmoathv with the girl. Gentlemen, are you sure she has not come to Maysvllle for shel ter?" "It would go hard with the person or persons who gave it to her," a gruff voice replied. John Austin looked uiieasv. Ha loft the groop and started home. At a little distance he turned ami looked back.. One of the" men a stranger was following him. A dark cloud was rising and night Was coming on. Urgent business must be taking the man away from the ho tel. John set hie teeth and drew his breath hard. But he went on hla way. When the men had gone away Dr. Brown left the hotel by a side door. The street was empty and quiet. Slowly the storm was gathering. It waa almost dark. The doctor carrier! -a hllr tiavniin bag. H went niilcWlv anntr Iht'otrut and for a little distance down the road Then he left the public way and walked through a bit of woodland, across a field and then he stopped, He had come to the orchard at the back of the old Merrltt Place. The trees were twisted and untrlmmed, and me piace was dark and uninviting. The doctor looked up at the eky. and then hurried to the back door of the "UUBe- sai aown on tne steps and w'Pd the perspiration from his fore- head. He waited a moment and then opened the door. It creaked on its hinges dismally, and then fell back with a heavy bang against the wall. Some rats scurried across 'the hall a musty odor tilled the air The man hung back. Wickedness had hardened his heart but it had not strengthened his nerves. Clutclng the. bag firmly he went on. He was not a very young man, and not a strong one; in the dim light the face was ghastly. Farther on the hall was quite dark, but he moved on slowly. Again he crept up the creaking stairs, stopping often to wipe his face. At tho top he rested, leaning against the window. Through the broken glass a gust of wind brought some heavy drops of rain. He looked up at the dark hky. The wind was beginning to moan in the trees. Something like a sob escaped the man's pale ljps as he stood with his face turned toward the stormy sky. He shook himself as if he h4 been asleep, and went on to the room in which the old man died. He trembled violently- His breath came hard. ' It was very dark. Here and there a loose board creaked in tho rising wind. Presently the click, click of coin falling together mingled with the oth er sounds. A sliding panel slipped into its place. Dr. Brown was in the hall again. Tho thunder sounded deep and low. Outside the rain poured irr torrents. The man held tho nag and waited for the (storm to pass. The lightning bllned him and the thunder had grown loud and deafening. The storm in creased in fury. But there was another sound the sound of a human footstep! H list ened intently. Yes, it was a step slow and cautious. Who beside himself would dare to visit that gruesome place on such a night? Nearer came the footsteps nearer. He heard the rustle of a woman' gar ments. .,,..-,... ! A ntwh of lightning brightened the pluce, and he saw a face- woman's face white and awful In the livid light. And all again was darkness. : Again the footsteps sounded, and then a voce low as a breath of aurhmer air, but he heard it t "Dolly, Dolly Merrltt!" He could see in the darkness a mov ing object. Stretching out his hand ha touched the soft folds of a. woman's dress. He clutched It and held H ftrmly. Before he could take a step forward the garment gave way in ill hand, and the dark object moved swltly on. ;' He took match, from his pocket and struck It.'- ;.. - ;s; '-;v The garment In hla hand waa a little white apron and on the waistband In black Ink was the name: . "Polly Mar rltt" -.-:, y,, Vvv. r The match went out. " Ha heard swift steps in the lower hall. The backdoor closed witft a bang,t'v&'t Cramming the apron Into his pocket and grasping the bag firmly ho rushed down stairs and out Into the storm. What discovery had he made? , J (To be continued next week.) THE FIRST RftQVlfHTK OV BtfATJTY. The first requisite of beauty Is a clear complexion. Orlno laxative Fruit Sywe cloars a salbw blotched complexion as it stimulates the liver and bowels, and the ey become bright ftud clear. You owe it to your friends to biks tt tf your complexion Is bad. Ortn LsxsMve Fruit By rap does not nniieeate or erfci and Is vrv pleasant to take. Refuse suOsti- tutea. .y yy: , v m f i Ill .'-s'rfvTV'.Vi'.i i,:ti;'y:-y:'-':'-,;y''', t.v '.K.'"- Will fill the bill High quality Careful attention to your wishes incidental to: de livery, etc., makes the "Y. & B." way popular . Don't Hesitate to 'Phone 211 -AND- , "Remember the Mule." 3C BOOKS AND MAGAZINES Heresy! Heresy! Here comes some body saying the American woman is not the finest, moat wonderful, most desirable creature in the world! It is perhaps needless to say that this "somebody" Is a woman, since no mere man no American man at least would dare give vent to 'such blas phemous utterances. There have been foreigners who have Intimated X that they didn't see anything so very won derful In the American woman, but they have generally waited till they reached the other side of the Atlantic before saying it This lady who tnus aims a blow at the foremost or our American institutions signs herself "Anna A. Rogers," and strange to say the publication allowing Its pages to be given over to such outrageous statements is the stately, well-bred At lantic Monthly. Mrs. Rogers it must be Mrs., since she apparently speaks from the Inside writes In the September numoer un der the heading: i'Why American Marriages Fail." Mrs. Rogers begins by commenting in the vast preponderance of the di vorce evil In the United States over other countries of the world. Now somebody must be to bktmo for this condition ot atraira. wno is i Mrs, Rogers says it ts our pen almost falt ers the American woman! V It must be-'sald that Mrs Rogers seems to be v a little severe on this the product In which we take most pride. It is flirncuit ior a woman m be perfectly just to her own sex. "But her viewpoint Is interesting anyhow. Mrs. Roerera mentions three "in stance which account for many di vorces" "(1) woman's lauure 10 real ise that marriage is her work in the world, (J) Her growing Individual ism. m.Her lost rt of giving, re placed by a highly developed receptive faculty," Tne writer runner cnarges woman with trying to unsex herself. Xnly as a woman, with all that en tails upon her, is she alone,; pre-eminent unapproachable. And yet ap parently her whole energy Is to-day bent upon dethroning herself I" Mrs. Rogers goes on to comment on J'the present feminine megalomania," for which "tha poets ; are responsible." She might also have Included advertis ing men and Illustrators of the Gibson-Chandler' yy Hurrla-Hutt-Pierce school. From magaiine cover, bill board, calendar; poster, blotter and ad vertising page smiles tha endless series of girls, girls, girls, from which there seems to be telief. -' Mrs. Rogers goes on to apeak scath ingly of our false system of education and "physical coddling" which "have produced a curious anomalous hybrid; a cross between a magnificent rather unmannerly boy, anJ a spoiled, ex acting, deml-ntondaine who sincerely loves 1 In, this 'world 4. herself alone . '-. . . . And all this unexpended feminine egoism, Joined with unex pended physical energy,' demands from the normally expended masculine egoism fsr more of everything than he Is at all prepared to give, far more Gian aha has any just claim to de mand. More of his love, mora admi ration, more time, more money aha wants all of them to satisfy her re cently discovered Self . . -. and he, poor soul, after the first exigent mood, which soon passes, wants very little more than peace and a place to smoke unmolested. Of one thing the young wife may ' be sure, that a man has neither tha instinct nor the time to coddle his disappoint ments in marriage ihe puts on his hat! This Is his universal, silent un labeled argument that tho happiness of that home In not his business, but hers." : :-'": . . "Hers."(; More heresy . still, twee not Mrs. ' Rogers' know that the old ideal of sweet and useful womanhood is now considered old-f&ehioned and no longer In "good form?" For what does . tho modern American wo man marry a man if it Is not to bestow upon him tha ineffable privi lege of working for her all tha rest of his life? Mrs. Rogers speaks of a wlf a "merging" her Ufa into that of her husband, of "supplementing" it and making it deeper and broader.; Now If a wife engages in tha business of "supplementing" and "merging," when la aha going to find tho time to enter tain la accordance with tha position to whicb her husband's money entitles har, to go to the dress maker, to read tha latest novels, to develop her High er Self ? And yet here goes this writ er and aaya: "Our women aa a whole are spoiled, extremely Idle, and curi ously undeserving of tha maudlin wor ship that they demand from our hard working men." " And on the subject Of marriage aha continues: "On hla side, nine times out of ten In this country, a man marries for love. Of course, he Idealises her; and la absolutely aura that aha Is going to make him happy. Surely tha greatest source of peril to tha young wife lies in the distorted vision of her bride groom's eyes, blinded by a passion for perfection! ...... On tho young wife's part, aha has been brought up in ignorance of a man's make-up, of hia latent brutalities in which Is rooted his vary strength to bear the burdens of llfe. ; Tha Amerto&n man has already been disposed of. , He has been properly pigeon-holed aa a "selfish brwta,w Wa wonder If lovely woman M being round out. If tha- writers of her own sex kep on exposing her, aha will be. that'a certain. Marie Corell has al ready arisen and called har "painted, dyed, frizzled, padded" and other hard names, And then, among masculine writers Henry James haa recently re buked her for her atrocious) speech and William Dean Howells has taken her to task for her bad manners, ; , ., If thl aort of thing keep up, someone will be saying dlreclty that our extolled American woman Is noth ing but a human being after all. , .'"'. i j, i i i l i 1 Ona of tha most popular short story writers of the day If "O. Henry," one of whose yarns may be aeen In almost any magazine. Henry's stories of tha underworld,' of South American revo lution and ot tha unwashed starts of Now York eoolety would tear ona in O doubt as to where ha originated, but as a matter of fact ha waa born and . raised right up here at Greensboro. Some of his klnspeople live there yet His real name la Sidney Porter. Porter has never given out many of the details of his lire, but It Is said , that be has had a strange and Inter- 1 eating career. Ha has tSn nearly ev erywhere and done nearly everything:' It Is said that ha began to earn hi t - . lng as a drug clerk in Greensboro, then went out to Ohio, where his Occupa--1.. tion was the same, The desire ta , roam and see something of the world t seised Mm and his experiences began. Ha wandered over the West, drifted , down to Texas, hung about In South era ports, spent aome time in New . Orleans, joined a filibustering expe dition to Central America, roved a while in South America and made a living by doing anything that came to his hand. After roving several years, ' he wrote out ona of hia experiences, polished tt up a bit, threw in aome lo cal color, and submitted It to a New York magatlne." It was accepted and from that beginning Henry has climb ed up In tha magazine world till ha has , a market for anything ho cartel to write. .Ha now lives in New Tork and reeently has published a book of short qtories called "Tha Four Million,? giv ing Inside glimpses of Now York life - ' as it Is. Henry Is well Into his thlrtiea . now and by this Urn ought to ba fairly wall off. , . BIO SHIPMENT OF SHOES. Tha Stephen Putney Company Opens . Up Fall Tradb in Great Shape, t Richmond Times-Dispatch. , Tha great . and.! lncrsasing business ( , of Richmond' industrial enterprises stands as living testimony jto the won derful prosperity of the country. : As an example of this great pros- . t perity, the Stephen Putney Shoe Com- 1 ;. ' pany and Battle Axa ahoea make a 1 1 fine showing In ehlpments for the fall 1 trade during the months of July and " August " ' ' 4 In the month of July the shipment ' . of Battle Axa shoes amounted to $323,268.78, and for August reaohed ' the unprecedented record ' of more than $400,000, with September follow, , lng as another heavy month for early 1 fall shipments. 1 , ,-. The sales of Battle Axa shoes la ' July and August showed very large in creases. July showed an Increase in v ordara received of 80 per cant, and . August of 70 per oent over these same months last year. ' The salesman of tha Stephen put neyBhoe Company are now going Out '- . with, their lines of spring samples, a line so complete In every detail, as regards quality, style and every other ' feature of perfect shoe construction, that Its equal has never, been: shown on any market From reports recelv- ' ed from every section of 'the large territory covered by thtr eompasyr en""""" unusually large business la looked for ' this fall, both In orders for Imme diate use, as weljl as for future ship ment, 1 . s , yyy
The Charlotte Observer (Charlotte, N.C.)
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Sept. 8, 1907, edition 1
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