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Show y0ISf Suitors of ' -" 'tJJ Sf KENNETT ?v 11 (mm MELISSA PREFERS A SINGLE CODE OF MANNERS. Mrs. Merriwid's maternal maiden Aunt Jane's eyes glowed with admiration admira-tion and a faint color appeared on her eheeks. "His manners are simply exquisite, ex-quisite, Melissa," she exclaimed. "I don't think I ever saw such perfect politeness combined with such absolute abso-lute ease. I do hope that he will come again." "It's the one best bet that -he will, dearie," said Mrs. Merriwid. "You may set your fond, fluttering heart at rest. He will come again and yet again, and then some more, but I have a premonition that he will ultimately discontinue his visits, and we will have to pick up our handkerchiefs ourselves and open our own Goors with our own weak, incompetent feminine femi-nine hands." "I must say that I like a man to be well mannered," remarked Aunt Jane, rubbing her nose resentfully. "I am aware that there is a modern tendency ten-dency to sneer at the good breeding that in my younger days was deemed essential, and the manifestation of which, in a refinement of behavior to the opposite sex, was considered the hall mark of a gentleman; but I am old-fashioned enough to appreciate courtesy." "I'm strrng for it too," agreed Mrs. MerriwirZ. "As Mr. Stoxan used to Bay, a gentleman wants to cut out the rough stuff when he's around with the ekirts. At the same time, dearie, I am of the opinion that there is such a thingr as running it into the ground. I always insisted on poor dear Heary been anything more than a cigarette stub. Just like that. He never made one apology at a time. He let them go in thousand lots. 'A thousand pah-dons, pah-dons, my dear madam!' You know. Oh, he was too darling for any use!" "I suppose you are trying to be sarcastic, sar-castic, but I really can't see any occasion oc-casion for it," said Aunt Jane. "Not at all," said Mrs. Merriwid. "TBat was the conclusion Mayme arrived ar-rived at. You see she squeezed into a crowded street car one evening and found Percival there. He had a seat and he had a newspaper that was interesting in-teresting him so much that he couldn't see an uninteresting old lady who was hanging on to a strap in front of him, and just for a little thing like that, Mayme shook him. " 'He's all right,' Mayme told me. 'I haven't any holler on the way be tips his lid, and he's got a perfectly elegant ele-gant bow, but when I saw him taking solid comfort there, with grandma pulling her poor old arms out of their sockets every time the car hit a curve, it gave me a chilly sensation about the tootsies. I may wrong him crool-ly, crool-ly, but I got the strongest kind of a hunch that if we ever went to housekeeping house-keeping in a flat that didn't have a gas range, it would be up to little Mayme to Btart the fire in the morning morn-ing while dear Percival was getting his beauty sleep. Of course he may have been suffering from weak back or nervous prostration or eye strain or sumpen,' said Mayme, 'but them kind of invalids always did make me sore.' " "Then a man who is polite to a lady before marriage will be rude to her J! ii SJ'lT ''''' J Would Stand Bareheaded in the Street With a Blizzard Blowing. Merriwid treating me with politeness. I never let him sit down to dinner in his shirt-sleeves even in the privacy of home life, and if he wanted to use t any language unfitted for my shell-like ears he went down to the basement or some place where I wouldn't get anything any-thing more than the low, distant rumble rum-ble of it. If there was a suitcase to be carried when we were traveling, he was the porter, and I always got the easiest chair in the room and the', white meat when there was chicken for dinner. Henry was no Chesterfield, Chester-field, but I certainly had him well grounded in;the first principles, which is about as much as a woman has a right to expect of a husband." "I wasn't talking about husbands," said Aunt Jane. "All men are to be considered in the light of husbands, darling," declared Mrs. Merriwid. "It's the only light that shows their imperfections. You don't get them in the mellow radiance of the melting moonbeams, believe me, nor yet in the electric splendor of the brilliant ballroom where Mr. Scrayper and I first met. You've got to put the subject under the X-ray of domesticity the fierce white light that beats about the being of men when there isn't company around. Then you get a line on him, pet and the next morning you go down town and buy smoked glasses." and inconsiderate of her comfort afterwards?" aft-erwards?" said Aunt Jane. "Is that what I am to infer, Melissa?" "I wouldn't exactly say that, honey." replied Mrs. Merriwid, "but I will say that if a man isn't too excruciatingly polite before marriage, his wife will be considerably less likely to feel the subsequent jolt." ifTjpyrlght, 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) ADVICE FOR THE CORPULENT German Physician Says to Cut Out One Solid Meal From the Menu for the Day. Or. Doctor Galisch, a German physician phy-sician of Rothenfelde, has devised a simple drugless method of removing fat, which, if the doctor's claims for It are justified, deserves the attention of the laity. He declares that he can shave dowu the obese man at the rate of two pounds per week, without in any way straining his nervous system sys-tem or heart. There is, it appears, a theory that fat is accumulated principally princi-pally during sleep, and Dr. Galisch, pondering this, in connection with an observation of his own that corpulent corpu-lent folks usually eat a very hearty meal, came to the conclusion that an elimination of that meal would deprive de-prive the fat man of his raw material during sleep, and thus reduce him to normal proportions. A very little experimenting justified this conclusion, he says, and now the Galisch method haG been added to banting and the other anti-fat modes of life. Dr. Galisch suggests the following fol-lowing dietetic itinerary for daily use: First breakfast, bread, butter and tea: . second breakfast (10 a. m.), egg and a small tart, dinner (1 p. m.), meat, ' vegetables, ipalad, preserves; afternoon after-noon tea (4 p. m.), coffee, crackers or 'fead and butter, supper (no time set), one small tart. There appears to be no quantitive limit for the midday mid-day meal, so the system really amounts to the elimination of all but one "solid meal a day." "You seem to be theorizing to a considerable con-siderable extent," observed Aunt Jane. "You might call it that, beloved one, but Mr. Scrayper reminds me a good deal of Mayme Satterlee's fiance," said Mrs. Merriwid. "Mayme was one of the girls in our office, and she was a real nice girl too, even if she did spell it with a y and get careless with her grammar. Well she had the sweetest thing in the fiance line that you ever saw. The rest of us were just a sickly green, he was so perfectly perfect-ly lovely. He was a clerk in a cow mission house, but he looked like Johi: Brew in the bloom of youth and he acted with a refinement of behavior to the opposite sex that would simply make your naif curl. If you dropped a handkerchief, he'd go for it like Ty Cobb making a slide for third, and he would stand bare headed in the middle mid-dle of the street with a blizzard blowing if you felt like stopping to talk to him. You couldn't put on your own wrap with Percival around, if he saw you first. No, ma'am! Mayme said that once when she met him, he threw away a ten-cent cigar that he hadn't taken more than two or three puffs of and did it as tf It lmdu't |
