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I5PATCH Home Experiences Editorial Section CABLE NEWS. SOCIETY DOINGS. NEWS OF THE STAGE. Strlvehard's wife had preferred to do her own work, but the week she entertained the Ladles Aid xb also assisted In the home of a sick neighbor, and she really needed the help of a laundress. Post-Tjlspatch Situation Wants grave her a list of a dozen to select from.

The one selected proved so satisfactory that she made a regular engagement. "Advertise if it Isn't Advertised" 11 REAL ESTATE NEWS. VOL.63. NO. 260.

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HETTY GREEK'S 5011 MARGUERITE ARTY ft: I WHY HE HAS NEVER MARRIED: WHAT HIS IDEAL WIFE IS LIKE: THE BARRELS OF PROPOSALS HE GETS: HIS OWN SHATTERED ROMANCE. ters. Sometimes I have to pay 8 cents overdue postage. Think of going through life being obliged to read such long letters from your wife!" And the millionaire laughed again. "She must be crazy, this woman, don't you think?" I suggested.

"You think she is crazy because she likes my looks?" was the Colonel's prompt retort. Well, I quickly was punished for the faux pas I had made. "Crazy or not," the Colonel continued, "the only other kind of women I meet nowadays are these hobble-skirted, gad-about, club-going, worldly, mercenary, ambitious, suffragette kind of women. Home enters into their scheme of things at the tag end." "You are not in favor of equal suffrage, then?" The Colonel's eyes flashed and the rays were multiplied through the lenses of his thick eyeglasses. "Are you a suffragist? Well, I am surprised at you!" he exclaimed.

"My. dear young lady, you should exert your influence to encourage the home, not to drag women into public life." "Well, but women want suffrage for the very purpose of benefiting their homes," I protested. "Not the ones I see Mrs. Belmont and. her crowd having meetings and hanging on street corners." 1 1 'My ideal of a wre, IS JUSTANJCJL WOMAMr OLD FAHIOND Rgk SIDE.

SOCH iv; THE ONLY SAFE THOSE IMSPEE. 10 yEAS It Mother Is Kind-Hearted. UT if we once had the ballot, you know it would only subtract a few moments from one's home affairs to go to the polls and cast a ballot," I contended. "The last time I voted, it required only five minutes to vote, but it was six hours before I got home with all the saloons I had to visit," he replied. The Colonel is something of a politician in Texas, I believe.

"Doesn't your mother favor suffrage?" I asked. "That shows how little you know my mother," replied the Colonel. "But then how could you? One of the very reasons she crawls into her shell and lives over in Hoboken la to escape you re porters. 'And of course, she Is grossly misrepresented and misjudged. You might wait around her office for six months and never get a word with her professionally.

But If you told her you had a headache or a toothache, why, she'd be just like any other woman. I've seen her sit up all night with a sick dog. She's always right there with a lot of old woman's remedies that she has tried herself. Is Nota Spoiled Son. HEN she leaves her office her whole interest Is centered in her home.

My mother has been a most ex cellent mother to my sister and me. One of her first principles was not to spoil her son. She sent me to Texas to shift for myself. And, look at me." He drew himself up to his full height and proved a most superior demonstration. "My mother does not believe in woman suffrage and here's the reason why.

I think lt would spoil the women but she thinks it would 1 spoil the men. It makes a man more manly to have some one lean on him, she thinks. She says there must be something In man for woman to look up to or the family will cease. them on equal terms and she will look down upon him soon enough. She already does.

Deprive him of his pow-er to make the laws and you deprive him of almost the last advantage which is left him." ONES AE "Me go incognito!" He had Just come In from posing for numerous photographers who had asked him to step out sun and whereupon he had remarked: "I think I ought to have a royalty on all these stories I furnish the subject for. Shuns an Introduction. "I THOUGHT I'd slip Into St. Louis and out again without my presence being known and I had a great scheme for dis guise fixed up with my secretary there, but before I'd got to the Union Station gate, a busy reporter buttonholed me." All this time the germ of an Idea had been propagating in my head. Just now lt sprouted.

"Colonel," I began, "I know Just the nicest girl. If I should fell her you were a poor farmer nd introduced you" The Colonel distinctly backed away. "To tell you the truth," he said, "I don't trust any of them. I've been fitting I The nearest I ever came to marrying was to one of the nicest girls you ever saw. One evening I was to call upon her and I arrived a little earlier than I was expected.

I overheard myself being discussed. 'I'm afraid to averyon marry him. rve nard tales about him her mother was saying. pretty this 'Oh, yea I guess he is Ice girl replied, 'but then I'm going to marry him and if I don't like him I can get a divorce. Why, It isn't my MONEY they want to marry me for.

It's ALIMONY." that sort nowadays, only I don't seem come across tnem. It may be some of the writers of those letters may be just the sort I mean. I don't doubt that they are. CAN readily understand what loneliness might drive a person to do. I know there are many people who never have the opportunity to meet and become acquainted with a congenial soul.

It is one of the tragedies of our city life, where people are confined to deskg in offices, with no choiec of associates, their leisure spent in boarding houses, among strangers. I haven't a doubt but many patrons of "matrimonial bureaux are sincere people, honest in their intentions. Some of these people who write to mp indicate that their yearnings are not mercenary, hut just human. Some of them say in effect, 'If you don't w-ant to marry me, do you not know of somebody who t.T i fV-il't rre many acquaintances scraped up through correspondence that have turned'out alright. Persistent Cleveland Woman.

HERE is one woman who write to me from Cleveland. She writes every week, and I confess I've almost got so I look for those' letters. She never haa received the slightest notice from me. She proposed, accepted and began making preparations for the wedding. She writes of her plans for the hcrose, the color schemes and arrangement of this room and that and the sort of home life we axe to have.

She talks of 'our She Is at the stage now where she is describing her trousseau in detail. She has not set the date yet, but says Just any time when I can spare a day to run over to Cleveland, she will meet me at the train and we will go straight to the church and be married. She writes quite as I should Imagine any woman would write to the man she Is to marry." He laughed a large, mellow laugh as he related this. He is the kind of man who admires tbej sort of breeziness this Ohio maid displays, and I feel sure she has made an Impression. "I READ a charming fiction story," I remarked, "In which a man really fell In love with a grlrl who had advertised her self as a professional love letter writer." "Lord! I never could fall in love with this woman," he saii "Why, she writes 20 page letr l-HL itn jT-Vi 4t By Marguerite martyn.

THIS is the sad, sad story of a bachelor multimillionaire one of the biggest in the vvuiin uw wuiu line 6 01 1 but can't find Just a nice woman for a wife. He Is a fiire, stalwart, upstanding millionaire, middle-aged, but not unprepossessing in appearance, wholesome and hearty, with a most ingratiating, breezy Western way with him. He is worth some $35,000,000 or will be, for he is Col. E. II.

R. Green of Texas and New York, the only bob of Mrs. Hetty Green, one of the richest women In the world. His wants In the way of a wife are few, his tastes the simplest. She must be willing to ibok up to him, and that will be easy, for he is over six feet tall, and of most commanding presence.

She must be a "homey" sort of person and she must be MODEST. Now," these are absolutely all the essential requirements of the ideal 'woman as Col. Green described her to me in a conversation during his recent stay here at the Southern Hotel, and he confided to me that there is nothing he would like better than a home and a wife. Surely, In all this broad land, there must be a maiden who fulfills those few requirements. Think of a perfectly good, slightly shopworn.

maybe, but serviceable millionaire going to waste when there are so many women who could make such good use of him! Which of you, willing to bf a millionaire's bride, thinks she will do? The Letters He Gets! PT HERE, there! Don't all crowd up! Take I your time. Form a double line and walk) slowly past this way. You will all have a look, for there are evideneps the Colonel is notf going to decide this thing hastily. He has had( ample opportunity to sparch the country over.) It is not at all amazing that thousands of letters pour into his office from aspirants who think! themselves especially fitted to be thi particular Mrs. Green.

And each letter sets forth in un-J measured terms the charms of the writer. 1 Formerly the wastebaskets overflowed with them. Lately, a secretary has been appointed to take charge of this class of mail, for a use has been found for the letters. It is natural that Col. Green, in his unique position, should be an object of great public curiosity, and much sought by newspaper interviewers.

Being most genial and friendly toward the press, but protesting his personality is worn thread bare as material for copy and appreciating the Interesting study these letters make, he has promised to save them for his newspaper friends. About the first thing he said to me was: Lonely? He Surely Is. "I I'd known I waa Eolne to meet vou I should have brought a handful of them along. They make good reading." The letters will appear, no doubt, when the Colonel himself does not absorb our interest. But don't let that deter you from writing, as he says the signatures shall be protected and no harm come to the writers.

You think It is a Joke about the wifeless millionaire being a sad, sad story? I heard of the dilemma and I thought so, too, until I met the Colonel. But the mournful narrative related revealM a situation as tmlv nthrM It ta astounding in th ay and p- i( "Of course your mother is a most unusual woman, but don't you think there are other women peculiarly fitted for worldly careers?" I asked. "Never have seen one. We have women in our offices but only for their refining influences. Put a woman in an office and the men don't come to work drunk.

The result is the same as putting a carpet on the floor to ke? the men from spitting. You don't have to hflg up a lot of rules." Women in Business. aren't they inefficient?" "No, never," rejoined the Colonel "Not in business. Yet they have so1 much more efficiency in other directions in their own sphere. They provide that something that 13 needed to balance the materiality of men.

I don't know what it is, but needed more and more every day as we grow more commercial. It's something you can't buy. You know you may furnish a room expensively and artistically but It isn't a room to be unless there Is a vase of flowers or some touch placed there by loving hands. It's' ome thing money seems to deprive you of," said musingly. "Still, it seems to me a pity that you with of domesticity, Yes.

my sym-i your fine and rare appreciation should not be rewarded," said I pathies had undergone a complete change "I know there are many nice girls who answer your description. If you were to go incognito you'd soon meet the right one." hmMmimm i I 'Iff III' rYS THEY (JSX TO rAKE COLONEL dences of eligibility, he seems as surely doomed to homelessness and loneliness as the humblest hallroom dweller who ia prevented by the meager-ness of his pay check from marrying the girl of his choice and who is in love with him. He is really lonely. Dollars alone are not companionable for Hetty Green's son reveals himself as something of a poet and sensitive. It was by quite an elaborate process of elimination, discussing and considering various matrimonial possibilities that we arrived at the Colonel's final and concise description of the not impossible, she who, he insists, he has found to be as rare and inaccessible as no doubt she Is commonplace In the experience of the flO-a-week clerk.

Can't Meet Right One. HE like of me, for Instance, were elimi nated at once. If I. having heard of the Colonel's avowed leanings toward matri mony, had any fear of being proposed to by a multimillionaire, my fears were soon et at rest. He gave me to understand right off I was not the sort he was looking for, bo all restraint was removed and we proceeded at ease.

"If I could find a nice woman, Just an old-fashioned, stay-at-home, fireside, modest woman, such as they used to make when our grand- mothers wpre cirls. I should like nothing better than to be married and have a home," began CcL Green. "And I don't kay there aie none si 7mo one. 6AD-ABOOT lt -Jr ff YOOil CAN A I (it wnTally bflii. Blessed with wo.

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