The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1907-08-29

| supplement and handed it across the
table. Her Majesty opened it with
an air of distaste.
| Here, for instance" she said, 'is
a charming article for Sunday morn
ing reading, Eleven Ways to Kill
Cockroaches.'
Zone way would seem to sc sufl-
Gent unused the Boy.
Then comes an illustrated discus
sion of methods to rid the complexion
of impurities called 'blackheads.
/ UGH"
1T is clean literature, at all
events" reflected the Boy.
But not elevating, you'll admit
went on Her Majesty. 1.-THE Jollier
seems to run to the insect world to-
day Here is half column on the
subject Of bugs in cereal foods!"
1T does sound bit Gravity, that's
a fact" admitted the Boy.
Then, right in the middle OF all
this positively nauseating matter, are
recipes for the making of luncheon
dishes. Can't you see how hideous
1t all is-how exquisitely vulgar? 1t
is mass OF unpleasant ideas placed
in repulsive association with The sub
ject of food"
Women don't care to read serious
stuff, said the Boy; they like to
read about other women's moles and
freckles and bleached hair and in
growing eyelids, even If they don't
have 'em themselves"
I'VE want something better than
soup bones, blackheads and bugs all
In a bouquet" said Her Majesty.
The men who get out these things
have an idea that women have no
soul above buttons
"Or bugs" said the Boy.
1T is quite true we are frivolous
I've know we are frivolous. Men
are never frivolous, they are foolish.
But they don't know it,
"Oh, give over! give Overt" said
the Boy.
thousands Of copies of this PAGE
go out over the country to-day rep
resenting American womanhood. It
is journalistic insult,'
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verge of tears. The Boy watched her
narrowly. Tell me-" said he, when
did you begin this serious line of
thought? You showed none of these
symptoms when 1 left Daisyhurst last
week"
Since then my soul has awak-
ened," said Her Majesty, looking
deeply into the eyes of the Boy.
The day after you left Hindu lee
turer came to the inn and gave one
OF his wonderful talks on the soul.
He was dreamy-eyed, tall, silent
man and wore white turban."
All" said the boy, interestedfy.
Well, you know what those Daisy
hurst women are. They immediately
surrounded him with all sorts of
SILLY chatter, and wanted his auto
graph and his photograph. He
treated them as though they were
children.
I went out on the piazza. 1didn't
care to mix with them at all. had
on my blue chiffon gown, and y
white lace hat, and the Majji noticed.
he told me afterward, that wasn't
like the Others"
VINO told your" asked the Boy.
"Majji. That was his name. The
others called him Mr.. Majji, but he
explained to me that was silly. In
MS own country he said he was a
Maharajah or an Ahkoond or some
thing. He introduced himself to me
and asked me to stroll with him to-
ward the ocean"
"Oh. he did!' said the Boy.
AOf course, this made those cats
Jealous, to begin with. They were
simply furious!'
do you mean to say that Won
Went?" asked the Boy.
why. of course! He was a stran-
ger"
| "Yes-that's just it,
But he isn't like other men! He
Is Hindu priest. And he has bean
tiful ideas. He said that when he
looked in my eyes he could see my
soul smiling at him in recognition.
He said we had known each other a
thousand years ago"
Dear mel" said the Boy.
His theories of life are very beau
tiful. The only thing that really
matters are soul transitions. And
look here!" She stretched one hand
across the table with the pink palm
upward.
Just look at that faint star un-
der the life line. That indicates that
the real romance of my life hasn't
yet unfolded. It is to sweep me avn
like mighty wave!''
Great Scott!, said the Boy:
does Majji look like lighting
man?s
| He doesn't entertain any thoughts