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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-27
O. ah Fixed Expenses

But this did not elicit the response
she hoped. for Warren only pushed
her away with curt:
Wen, l DO mind your getting in
my light. BY George as he opened
the paper, ELLISON g. Briggs are IN
the hands of receiver Well that
means I'm out a cool three hundred.
How, dear?" solicitously.
"Oh. a client of mine held a lot OF
their paper. Knew they were on
their last legs. and | was trying to
get some of II before they failed"
Helen glanced over his shoulder at
the big headline, Ellison Il Briggs
in the Hands of Receivers. Liabili-
ties $4,000 Assets $3.50, 900
For months the papers had been
! fun of just such failures Helen had
/ skinned over the many headlines.
/ but It had all seemed so impersonal.
/ as had, TOO. the general discussion
1 on the hard times
All national problems are regarded
/ with impersonal unconcern by most
/ women. The feminine mind Is con-
! cerned only with the difficulties that
directly affect herself or those she
loves.
Z But now the failure of Ellison &
/ Briggs meant to Warren the loss OF
( three hundred dollars. This was
! 'ultItte example OF the nara times
Affecting them that Helen could un-
( derstand. Had he suffered other
losses OF which she knew nothing
for Warren rarely talked shop at
home
He had taken some papers from his
pocket and was now going over them
orooding!y his face showing unmis-
taxable lines Of worry
Dear. has II been very bad year
for your
Wei. it's not been particularly
good one
why don't you tell me when
things are hard2 | could try TO econ
omize more about the house and about
my clothes"
'oh. the little you'd save wouldn't
cut any ice. LIS the big fixed ex-
penses that count NV office alone
costs over three hundred a month
and rs as much more here"
Helen was far from an adept in
mental arithmetic, but after a few
moments silence she managed to fig
ure out that six hundred a month
vas about twenty dollars a day
Twenty dollars a day, Why.
Warren that seems awful"
1T seems light when business is
good
"Oh. II there was only some wav I
could help longingly
'Now you Just stick to your knit.
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ting and let me do the worrying
this is my job"
And you bought me that laval
liere Christmas. and l got that dress
last week! on. therere SO many
things | could do without"
Well you don't have to. An oc-
casional furbelow or SO don't matter
much A woman can't understand
that it's the regular fixed expenses a
mans up against. Steady grind l
tell you-and in times like this it's
no cinch."
Fixed expenses" Helen kept
turning the phrase over In her mind,
She had never even thought OF his
office expenses, and like so many
women she regarded their household
bills--the rent, maid, ice. milk and
groceries-as matter of-course neces-
stiles, and not in the light of expen-
ditures.
This is the view point of most
women who have been provided for
all their lives. They take the neces-
stiles OF the home for granted. 1t is
only the extras, the needless extrav-
agances and luXuries, that they con-
slider as real expenditures
| In q vague way Helen now realized
| this. She thought OF the times when
! Warren had spoken of receiving an
1
| mentally appropriated that money TO
/ the buying of extras Somehow she
| had never thought of II as paying
/ the rent
! But now the office rent, their apart
ment rent, and all the fixed eX-
/ penses' doomed omInously before her.
| With a sudden rush of tenderness she
thought of Warren's steady grind
OF his always having to meet these
monthly bills which she had taken
as such matter of course
She longed to creep into his arms
ana put something of all this into
words. But knowing his Intolerance
OF anything verging on emotion. she
contented herself with bringing him
an ash tray and moving the lamp
nearer his elbow.
AZ she passed back of his chair. she
/ brushed his hair with a light kiss.
Z so light that Il was ticklish. and he
scratched his head impatiently.
His thick hair was easily runpled
and he Went on reading, serenelv
unconscious that he looked like a bic
school boy with tousled head. Su,Ii-
inE At him tenderly. Helen lovingly
smoo;hed back the rumpled hair with
a murmured
You poor dear you've so m.cb
to worry about IT'S not fair,"
'Eh? what's that? Get me q
match, will you? And get OUT ot my
light@
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However. when the next day she
ordered jar Of orange marmalade
and found that the regular twenty
four cent jar had been reduced to
nineteen, she felt more kindly to-
ward the bill. For. after all. they
used more msrmalade than perfume!
Helen was also vaguely interested
In the currency bin which had filled
the papers for SO long. She wished
she knew more about those things
Mrs Dalton belonged 70 a Current
Event club and talked brilliantly on
all such subjects, But Helen felt II
Warren would only explain things to
her she could learn more from him
than at any club, and now after a
! moments silence she ventured:
Dear. won't the currency bill help
some? heard YOU and MIR stevens
! talking about It the other night.
Just what viii It do?'
oh. it's too technical ~ you
wouldn't understand"
But from what you said to Mr..
! stevens, do you think Il will help"
J We'll, that seems TO be the general
/ feeling-if II doesn't cause over-in-
I fation"
I "Over-inaatioul" eagerly, for that
. vas NiF % Allt pm aotS AHNA hdh que
zled her What does that
/ "oh. for Heavens sake, can IL!
/ Read the papers"
Il do. but ! can't understand them:
/ they never seem TO tell the begin
ming OF things Dear. Mrs. Dalton
belongs 10 Current Event club, and
she's been wanting me TO Join. Don't
YOU think l ought to-
Not on your life9'
But she says some OF the meet
ings are very good ! believe Mrs.
Smith Raukirs is going to speak next
week on the Mexican situation"
Warren threw up his head and
roared. The Mexican situation. eh
can Just see your Mrs Smith Ran
kius. one OF your busy females. get
ting up here Warren pitched his
voice to shril mimicry. Now
ladies, this afternoon / shall give you
a little talk on the Mexican situa
ton" Then grimly. Now II you &c
TO any OF those fool clubs and come
home spouting current events
there's where l get out"
They were through dinner now
and when they went into the library
Helen. who could never resist an on.
portunity OF luNciEling from Warren
some word OF approval leaned over
his chair with q purriug
Then YOU don't mind II Helen ISM
intellectual and can't talk brilliant.
y on the affairs OF the day9"
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FOURTH CHAPTER.

THERE was whole colony on
the ground floor of our house
who, like my father, could not
reconcile themselves to my existence,
and the head of them was Aunt
Bridget.
She had been married, soon after
the marriage of my mother, to one
Colonel Macleod, a middle-age Of
ficer on half-pay, a widower, a Bel
fast Irishman, and a tavern compan-
ion Of my maternal grandfather. But
the colonel had died within a year,
leaving Aunt Bridget with one child
Of her own, girl. as well as a daugh-
ter of his wife by the former mar
riage. AS this happened about the
time of my birth, when It became ob-
vious that my mother was to be an
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4E WOMAN THOU GAVEST ME A4

What has Mary been doing r..
dear?" said my mother.
Don't ask me what she has h.
doing. You know quite well ar
you don't you ought to-"
My mother glanced at the aovo~
and she seemed to understand oh
had happened, for her face fell an
she said, submisslvely:
Mary has done wrong hrt
sure she is sorry and will never a. -
again" 1t
Sorry, indeed" cried NV ann.
Not she sorry. And she'll do it aga,n
at the very next opportunity yom
vixen! The little wilful, underb,na
vixen! But what wonder If cbild,ae
go wrong when their own motbsr.
neglect to correct them?"
Il daresay you are quite right s...
Brldget-you are always right" ssis
my mother, in a low, grave vo,o.
But then, I'm not very well, and
MARY is all l nave, you know"
My mother was in tears n, 90.
time, but Aunt Bridget was nd -.
i' We" her triumph Sweeping
~" i''''s'4i . she carried her cohplaln,
to my father, who ordered ths 7 v..
amen OUT OF my nother's
charge on the ground that she Vas :,
capable Of attending to my ubrns
ing-a task which, assignedto nv
Aunt Bridget, provided that IIshonls
henceforward live on the grout aoo,
and eat oaten cake and baird bor
nag and sleep alone in the coll roor,
over the hall, while Betsy Beaty at.
wheaton bread and apple tad and
slept with her mother In thdroo,,
over the kitchen, in which TIL Al.
ways kept a fire.
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slant of silence dead silence Than
my father said:
well what is liz"
ct is"
speak man DO YOU mean it is
dead9"
NO on no, Not that"
What them"
1T is a girl"
"A pirIl Did YOU say a pirl?"
yes"
MY God" said my father. and he
dropped back into the chair His lips
were parted, and his eyes. which had
been blazing win Joy became IlNeu
on the dying IRE IN stupid stare
Father Dan trled to console nm
Ihere were thiSties III everybody 5
crop ana atier an II was eood thlhs
TO nave besollen slrL girls were
the ioWers OF lhe' the JOY ana com
fort OF man IN ms earthly pilgrimage,
and many father who bemoaned his
tate when a daughter had been born
10 him had lived to thank the Lord
for her.
Am tbts time tho to,, hollis h,a heop
ElhslHs' ana no" '"e room oesah 10
be Illuminated by fitful flashes of va
rieented light from the nreworIs-
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A Mothers Efforts

| think my mother must have suf-
fered both from my fear Of my father
and from my fathers Indifference to
me, for she made many efforts to rec
oncile him to my existence. Some of
her innocent schemes, as | recall them
now. seem very sweet, but very pitt
full She took pride, for instance, in
nv hair. which was jet black even
when | was Il child, and she used to
part it in the middle and brush 1t
smooth over my forehead in the man
ner OF the Madonna, and one day.
when my father was with us. she
drew me forward and said:
Don't you think our Mary is going
to be very pretty? A little like the
pictures of Our Lady. perha ps-don't
YOU think so. Daniel?"
Whereupon my father laughed
rather derisively and answered:
Pretty, is she? Like the Virgin,
Ell? Well, Welt"
was always fond OF music. and
my mother used to teach me to sing
to a little upright piano which she
was allowed to keep in her room, and
on another day she said:
DO you know our Mary has such a
beautiful voice, dear? So sweet and
pure that when | close my eyes
could almost think 1t is an angel
singing"
Whereupon my father laughed as
before. and answered:
"A voice. has she? Like an angels,
is it? What next, I wonder"
My mother made most of my
clothes. There was no need for her
to do so. but in the absence of house
hold duties | suppose it stimulated
the tenderness which all mothers feel
in covering the little limbs they love,
and one day, having made velvet
frock for me, from a design in an old
pattern book of colored prints, which
left the legs and neck and arms very
bare. she said:
Isn't our Mary little lady? But
she will always look like a lady,
whatever she is dressed in"
And then my father laughed still
more contemptuously and replied:
Her grandmother weeded turnips
in the fields, though-ninepence day
dry days, and sixpence all weathers"
My mother was deeply religious,
never allowing a day to pass without
kneeling on her prayer stool before
the image of the Virgin, and one day
heard her tell my father that when
| was a little mite, scarcely able to
speak, she found me kneeling in my
cot with my doll perched up before
me, moving my lips as If saying my
prayers and looking up at the ceiling
with a rapt expression.
But she has always had such big.
religious eyes. and | shouldn't wonder
if she becomes a nun some day"
"A nun, Ell? Maybe So But take
no stock in the nun business, any
way" said my father.
Whereupon my mothers lips moved
as if she were saying, No dearest"
but her dear sweet pride was crushed
and she coald go no farther.
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FIFTH CHAPTER.
altered arrangements A,a
a cause of grief to my mob
but | am bound to confess Il

cause of grief to my mob
but | am bound to confess Il.
for me they had certain compensl
tfons. One of them was the CREATE,
ease with which l could slip out IN
Tommy the Mate, who had been a
sailor before he was a gardener, and
was still fine old salt, with grlzzled
beard and shaggy eyebrows, and a
merry twinkle in what he called his
starboard" eye.
l think Tommy was one Of the few
about my fathers house who were
really fond Of me. but perhaps that
was mainly because he loathed Aun.
Bridget. He used to call her the Biz
Woman, meaning that she was mas
ter and mistress of everything and
everybody about the place. When
he was told of any special piece 0,
her tyranny to servant or farmland
he used to say: Jaw, well, she'll die
| for all" and when he heard how she
had separated me from my mother,
who had nothing else to love or live
for, he spat sideways out Of his
mouth and said:
Our Big Woman is a wicked devil,
I'm thinking, and l would trus;
Shouldn't wonder) but she'll burn in
hell"
What definite idea 1 attached 10
| this denunciation l do not now re-
call, but | remember that it I'm
pressed me deeply, and that many
night afterward, during the miser-
able half hours before I fell asleep
with my head under the clothes n
the cold bedroom over the hall y
which Gas Messy Macleod had told
mel the bad fairies came for bac
children, repeated the strange words
again and again.
To Ee Continued To morrow.
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The old Lord died the same night.
Somewhere toward the dead reaches
of the dawn his wicked spirit went to
Its reckoning. and month afterward
the new Lord Raa, a boy in an Elton
jacket, came over to take possession
of his inheritance.
But long before that my father
scoring out his disappointment like an
account that was closed, had got to
work with his advocates, bankers and
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gand
singing utSde o our house.

out Are the devils of hell trying to
laugh at mo-"
With that, and an oath at himself
the room
My mother had heard him. Through
the unceiled timbers of the first floor
between them the words of his rage
mad reached her. She was ashamed.
She felt as If she We're a guilty thing,
and, with q low cry of pain, she
turned to the wall and tainted.
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, a big dressing table, big praying
| stool with an image Of Our Lady on
the wall above it, and an open window
to which a sparrow used to come in
the mornings and chirp.
I When | came to recognize and to
classify l realized that this was my
mothers room, and that the sweet
I somebody who used to catch me up in
| her arms when | went tottering on
| voyages of discovery round the vast
| place was my mother herself. and thai
| she would comfort me when | fell,
and stroke my head with her thin
white hand while she sang softly and
rocked me to and fro.
AS | have no recollection of ever
having seen my mother in any other
part of our house. or indeed in any
other place except our carriage when
we drove out in the sunshine, | con-
chde that from the time Of my birth
she had been an invalid.
Certainly the faces which first
emerge from the islands Of my mem
DRY are the cheerful and sunny ones
of Doctor Conrad and Father Dan. |
recall the soft voice of the one as he
used to enter our room after break
fast saying, How are we this morn
ing maam?' And l remember the
still softer voice of the other as he
said, And how is my daughter to-
day."
| loved both of them, but especially
Father Dan, who used to call me his
Nanny and say / was the plague and
pet OF his life. being as full of mis-
chief as a goat. He must have been
an old child himself, for | have clear
recollection of how, Immediately af-
ter confessing my mother, he would
go down on all tours with me on the
floor and play at hide-and- seek
around the legs of the big bed, amid
squeals and squeaks of laughter 1
sack coat which buttoned close at the
neck and hung loose at the skirts,
where there were two large vertical
pockets, and that these pockets were
my cupboards and drawers, for l put
my toys and my dolls and even the
remnants of my cakes into them to
be kept in safe custody until wanted
again.
My mother called me Mally veen
MARY dear), and out of love of her
only child she must have weaned me
late, for | have vague memories of
her soft white breasts filled with
milk. | slept in a little wlckerworl<
cot placed near her bed, so that she
could reach me if | uncovered my
self in the night. She used to say
| was like a bird, having something
birdlike in my small dark head and
the way | held it up. Certainly / re-
member myself as a swift little thing,
always darling to and fro on tiptoe,
and chirping about our chill and
rather cheerless house.
If | was like bird my mother was
like a flower. Her head, which was
small and fair, and her face, which
was nearly always tinged with color,
dropped forward from her delicate
body like a rose from it's stalk She
was generally dressed in black, l re-
member, but she wore a white lace
collar as well as a colt such as we
see in old pictures, and when | call
her back to my mind, with her large
liquid eyes and her sweet soft mouth.
| think 1t can not be my affection
alone, or the magic of my child
ish memory, which makes me think,
after all these years and ali the coun-
tries | have travelled in. and all the
women | have seen, that my darling
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, mother. though so little known and
so little loved, was the most beauti-
ful woman in the world
Even yet | can not but wonder that
other people, my father especially,
did not see her with my eyes. | think
he was fond of her after his own
fashion, but there was a kind of in
voluntary contempt in his affection,
which could not conceal itself from
my quick little eyes. She was visibly
afraid of him, and was always ner-
vous and timid when he came into
tation.
How now Isabel? And how's this
child of yours?"
From my earliest childhood | no
ticed that he always spoke of me as
if | had been my mothers child, not
his, and perhaps this affected my
feeling for him from the first
/ was in terror of his loud voice
and rough manner the big bearded
man with the iron gray head and the
smell of the fresh air about his thick
serge clothes. 1t was almost as if 1
had conceived this fear before my
birth. and had brought it out of the
tremulous silence of my mothers
womb.
NV earliest recollections are Of his
muffled shout from the room below,
Keep your child quiet, will your?
when l was disturbing him over his
pa pers by leaping and skipping about
the floor If he came upstairs when
was in bed l would dive under the
bedclothes, as a duck dives under
water, and only come to the surface
when he was gone. l am sure never
kissed my father or climbed on to his
knee, and that during his short visits
to our room used to hold my breath
and hide my head behind my moth
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You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
First

WARY O'NcH bcgots her story JV
fctiiBg ~ hoic hcr tdihcr, barn ~
EHcH, me- san 81 PEASANTS, had OOne
IN Amcrica, Jccomc rich, and mud then
rcfWacd 10 has bufhpldcc, UhcTe hc
mdiricd ho ddughicr of CaptpiH
oven. nj me- O'NciHs, and had
chaBOcd his name tram DGRici NcdIe
Ia manuel O'NcW she tells Of her
OrH birth and nj hcr fafhet's disdp-
'p0Htmcaf. ~, n a boV bdd bccH barn
he Wouid marc been LOd Rdd. bB
right Of his mOihey
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Taken From Mother.

Inside two minutes there was a
fearful tumult. l thought | was
doomed to punishment when l heard
the big bunch of keys which Aunt
Bridget kept suspended from her
waist come jingling up the stairs, but
ii was my poor mother who paid the
penalty.
Isabel" cried Aunt Bridget, IL
hope you are satisfied with your child
at last"
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insular councillors on his great
schemes for galvanizing the old is
land into new life
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The Narrative of Mary
O'NeiU
FIRST PART.
NY Girihood

Copyright. 1912. hv Hearsts Magazine
Copyright 1919. BY Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great Britain. Copyright.
1913. by j y Lippncott Company.
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kkO ZEE here" Warren scowled at
y the bin he had Just opened,
six dollars for electric light
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-05-20
sULPHUR AdlVIsED
 FOR 1aoWDEEtX eCABs
Growers of Seed Potatoes Urged tu Use TEais Treatment an Addi-
 tion to Forrnaldez1yde.


 Washington. May zOJ-On account Of the possibility of infection with powdery scab. the U. 8. Departnnsnt of Agriculture Is now recommendina all potato growers to treat their see potatoes with sulphur. This is naadS expedient by the fact that infected seed potatoes have been ssl1fr,ed out of Maine where powdery scab now ex- jsts- Recent tests justify the Da- partmentss scientists in recom1aentI- ing a thorough dustinR with fovvsrs of sulphur after the potatoes have been cut, as @ preeaMtfoR againsf the disease, but the treatment Hs tJ no means intended to take the .pIaco of forma1dehyde as a general dlain- fectant. Tho Department advisss ths use of both formaIdehyde and suI- phur.
 Before cutting. the potatoes should be soaked for two hours i'm a solu- ton Of one pint of forufasldalryde to thirty gallons of water Hllay Ehould then be allowed to dry quickly eith- CT in the open or while spread out on a clean floor. This is known to loo effective against common scab and black leg, and should therefore ba employed in all cases, Whether ft is equally efrective against powderv scab is doubtful and for this reason the use of sulphur is strongly advised in addition. The potatoes should be cut first and then dusted thotour1Iy with flowers of sulphur A genernf use of this treatment is adv9sed for Maine.