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Show . 1 Woman's World Conducted by Helene Valeau. V HELENE VALEAXT'S ANSWERS. I a lies Valeau will reply to all ques-) ques-) ;!fns asked by the feminine readers of the Intermo'ntain Catholic. The well Known character and authority of her replies need no introduction to those t already familiar with her ability. Miss valeau will take a kirdly and personal interest in those who write to her. and Mill spare no pains In seeing that their Inquiries are answered fully and carefully. care-fully. Write only on one side of the Paper. Address letters to Miss Helene Valeau. Intermountaln Catholic. MAKING THE BEST OF IT. A foot of sky thro' a dusty pane. Yellow with sun. or paay with rain; Yet you r.evt-r need look for the fcky in vain. The sad little pain-tossed watcher sees. If li patiently kneels on his small, tired kness, A glimpse of the preening tops of trees. His vision at night is a rosy bar Of the sunrise splendor, so fair and far: The hope of li s day is an evening star. But the dream of dreams, and at once came true. "U'as a tiny cloud in the patch of blue, A cloud, and the bird that across It flew. Sunset skies thro' a dusty pane. Stars and clouds and the morn aj?ain Yet you never need look for the sky in vain. Grace Duffield Osborne. Signs of Good Breeding. A bow should always be returned, even though one may be mistaken for some one else, for to give the cut direct di-rect is a discourtesy of which no person per-son of good breeding should be guilty. It is perfectly easy to acknowledge a (salutation with such dignity but brevi-j brevi-j ty of glance as to plainly show that one ' does not care to have anything but a very formal acquaintance with the person per-son spoken to. A man always raises his hat when , presented to a woman or to another - j!fr man. He should also raise It when meeting or taking leave of a woman, when she first speaks to him for whatever what-ever reason, when he offers his services in any way. even though she may be a stranjrer to him. such as when entering , an elevator where women are present 1 r in opening a door for a woman to pass through. In fact, a man cannot I be too careful in showing this little act of courtesy whenever the least apology would be in order. A man always lifts his hat when a woman under his escort receives some court v from a stranger or if she ... j.,tibuii inai . ne is not acquainted ac-quainted with. He also raises his hat upon recognizing an acquaintance who has a woman with him whom he does not know. A man should be as particular par-ticular in bowing to his mother, rather or sister, when meeting them on the street, or in taking leave of them, as he would be with his friend or formal acquaintances. Men Fhake hands with each fcther at introductions; women only when desiring desir-ing to be especially cordial. A man, of course, always waits for the woman to offer her hand first, and. if possible, he should remove his glove before doing so if her hand is ungloved. When acting 'as a woman's escort a man should pay all the fares and fees. "When entering a street cor or any vehicle vehi-cle he should allow the woman to precede pre-cede him, assisting her as he does so In leaving the car or cab. he alights first, offering her assistance as she follows. fol-lows. A Soul's Awakening. I wandered lone beneath the starry skies In early days of springtime when the dark Is all pulsation. Through the dusky park Shy, scarlet maple-buds with sleepy eyes Hung drooping overhead. In rapt surprise sur-prise I felt the stirring life, whose hidden spark x Of strange, mysterious fire awakes the lark, And bids the frail anemone arise. Then came a melting fragrance unawares un-awares The breath of violets which softly rose From out the!r dewy purple of repose. Sweetening the dark. "O Love," I cried, "that dares Reveal itself to darkened souls like mine, I feel Thee, clasp Thee! Jesus, Lord Divine." Caroline D. Swan. On Carmelite Review.) Nun-Like Modjeska. At Iie gates, her long taper hands stretched to touch the eternal latch, stands a personality the like of which the stage has never mourned and Is not likely to again, for on the face of the deep tolls the passing of Helen Modjeska, Mod-jeska, a creature rn pious, gracious, learned and brilliant that ehe leaves a perfect vacuum where her noble character, char-acter, her superb art, her delightful social eclat and . wonderful history heaped up treasures that her prodigal generosity might throw them to the winds of affectionate celebrity, says Amy Leslie Jr. a beautiful tribute to the great Catholic actress. Something of the saint always clung to the very atmosphere at-mosphere about Modjeska. Her face a cameo of deep, Impenetrable glory, her slender elegance, her preserved youth and arch humor, her marvelous cultivation culti-vation and absolutely amazing book learning, as well as her experiences, made her a brilliant woman of the world, a fascinating companion and a complete encyclopedia of events, chronicles, chron-icles, letters, art, sculpture and music. But the saintliness was apart rrorn this astonishing admixture of scholarly attributes, at-tributes, elegant accomplishments and worldliness of knowledge and understanding. under-standing. I can see her now as she used to IIKt. her rest In a simple bed with curtains, a little table white, all white (Modjeska and white seemed inseparable), a small candle, a book of prayer, a rosary and nothing not even the indispensable Polish Po-lish cigarette every Russian woman regards re-gards as necessary' to comfort marred the saintliness of this simple tableau. And lying there with that effulgent look of tenderness and pleasure that poetic melancholy which lingers upon the yes end lips of 60 many of the gifted children chil-dren of Poland. I have listened to Modjeska Mod-jeska talk softly and wondered whether nngcls were not about listening, too Her purity, her beauty of soul, her glorious glo-rious temperament and stunning mm-lUity mm-lUity could have made her the crowned lady of attractions without her gentle holiness, but even when she was merriest a lid she waR a preat wit, mlscldef end entertainer among-her l own Modjeska held her little nun's cloud of exclusiveness and chastity, which was the most potent thing in her whole composition. Just as sha met her social advantages with unsullied heart, so she lit her astral lamp of perfectly per-fectly flawless art with holy fires. Her gifts were manifold and sumptuous. She wrote beautifully and must leave to posterity some rare unpublished volumes vol-umes which may be sent into Hie light after a while. She painted exijuisiUiy not In the drawing room manner of many well-educated ladies of distinction, distinc-tion, but with a big fine indlvlual brush, sometimes piquantly racaful and fairylike, sometimes witty and full of storms and stress. She was my friend. So rare and genuine a friend, f? beautiful a teacher and exalted an idol that nobody in the world can take her place. New World. GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK. Here in the gloomy hall, Standing so straight and tall, Firm as a rock, Keeping the best of time, Sounding the sweetest chime-Grandfather's chime-Grandfather's clock! All through the day and night, Marking the ages flight, With a tick-tock. Hour after hour is raced, Day after day is traced Grandfather's clock! But we must realize, Though 'tis a sad surprise, Even a shock. 'Twas made a year ago, Somewhere near Buffalo-Grandfather's Buffalo-Grandfather's clock! Harold Susman In Woman's Homfe Companion for June. AN UNCERTAIN QUANTITY. (From the Washington Star.) "How many children have you?" said the tourist affably. "I dunno exactly," answered the tired looking woman. "You don't know?" "Not for certain. Willie's gone fish-in': fish-in': Tommy's breakin' In a colt; George's borrowed his father's1 shotgun to go huntin'. an Esmeralda Ann is thlnkin' of elop'n'. I never know how many I've got till supper times comes, so's I can count 'em." STRAWBERRY MOUSSE. Whip one pint of double cream until stiff; mash, strain and sweeten one pint of strawberries, and stir into the cream; place in a fine sieve until free of al lKquid. then put in a mold, pack in plenty of Ice and saft. and let stand for thre hours to chill. Woman's Homo Companion -for June. I'VE DECIDED NOT TO WORRY. I've decided not to worry any more; An' I'm livin' jest as easy as before; What's the use of fume an' flurry? What's the use to allers worry? I've decided not to worry any more. Jest go 'long an' allers mind your own affairs; Look for laughter a for joy, an' not for tears; Keep a-goin'-goin' an' a-hoeing; That'll stop the weeds a-growin'; Just determine not to worry any more. What's the use to lie awake an' rack your brain Jest because the crops are thirstin' fer a rain? It'll come ef it's comln', An' It's boun to come a hummin'. In the same ol' way don't worry any more. Lawrence Porcher Hext, in Exchange. |