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* Hunting a Husband *
NO. 9—THE WIDOW'S CHARMING DRIVE IS MARRED SOMEWHAT BY
AN UNPLEASANT AND UNEXPECTED INCIDENT.
‘ By VIRGINIA T.
r T”XIIE afternoon was as perfect as
' I afternoons in late May and early
June can be. The world was* all
rnr more loveiy for the three days of
lain against which Beatrice had re
belled. The sunshine was. perhaps, a
little warm for those obliged to go
afoot, but delightful to the pair seated
in the stylish trap behind the sleek,
' swift trotter. The day bad been worth
waiting for, thought the widow and
widower as they turned into the park
at Eighty-fifth street and drove north
along the reservoir, dark blue in the
afternoon sun.
, "Oh. the beautiful, beautiful day!”
Beatrice exclaimed impulsively, then bit
her lips as she appreciated what a com
monplace and un-original remark she
had uttered.
Rut Maynard was satisfied with it.
Yes,” ho replied, gaily, "it was made
for you and me. I think!”
The words . were uttered lightly
'* nough, but there was something in his
voice that brought the color to the
woman s face and a throb to her heart.
Yet she laughed with affected lightness.
"What an egotistical thing man is.”
she retorted. "I suppose that each per
son driving there”—nodding toward the
line of motors and fashionable equip
ages rolling by on their left —"is think
ing the same thing.”
I "Perhaps so. dear lady." Robert re
marked with a deprecatory smile, "hut
only one of them is driving with you.
and 1 claim the day as mine by right
of the greatest happiness."
Again Beatrice's heart gave that
happy leap with which she was becom
ing familiar, but this time she made no
reply.
Maynard was an excellent driver, and
his control over lhe. blooded horse was
perfect. He was one of the men who
’ <an manage a horse, and yet pay at
tention to the companion who sits by
him
Manx men have away of talking so
yiueh to the four-footed animal that
they have little to say to the biped
who happens to be present. This was
not the case with Robert, and. beyond
the fact that he mentioned that the
horse he drove had belonged to his wife
(an item that Beatrice wished to for
get). he seemed to think little about it.
Rut the woman knew that he was al
ways watchful and ready for any
chance fright or sudden shying which
might startle her. She felt exhilarated
by the rapid driving, yet perfectly safe
with the skilled driver, who talked
brightly and amusingly as they sped
smoothly around the great square of
water and turned south toward the Mu
seum of Art.
Spring and a Hint of Summer.
Spring was in the air and summer
near. The warm sunlight, the young,
delicately tinted leaves, the merry
shouts of children romping on the
green turf all proclaimed it, and the
flush on Beatrice's cheeks became more
frequent and her laugh more ready
under the influence of the day and her
companion's presence. Tennyson has
attributed certain emotions to young
Aten in the springtime, hut the senti
ment Is probably quite as delightful to
those whose first youth is past and
’ who are anticipating a second summer
of life. Beatrice, in her girlhood, had
never been more attractive than now,
when, taking full advantage of the per
fect stage setting in which she found
herself, she chatted sparklingly. know
ing that ish* was fascinating an eligi
ble and attnactive man.
It is doubtful if Helen Robbins would
have seen any trace of the sometimes
discouraged and depressed Beatrice in
the blushing, eager girl, who managed
her conversation with the ease of the
born coquette. And Helen would cer
tainly have had difficulty in reconcil
ing the grief-tinged bearing of her
dead friend’s husband with the boyish,
whole-souled abandon of the dashing
gallant, driving the horse which had
been the property of his dear! wife. Yet
each of the actors in this little drama of
two was conscious of playing a part,
and the woman noticed with satisfac
tion the. contrast between her escort’s
deportment upon this occasion and his
behavior in the presence of a larger
a mfience.
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Beatrice's tailored gown was of
white serge, with black collar, cuffs
and revers. Her expenses had been
heavy of late, and she had debated. a»
she had before Helen Robbins' dinner
party, as to whether she could afford to
wear her favorite violets. And. »« then,
she had decided to be governed by in
clination. not by economy. She con
gratulated herself upon her extrava
gance when she saw Robert look at the
flowers, first with admiration, then with
an expression combining regret ami
suspicion. "Ob." he said. "I should
have recollected to send you some vio
lets, but I fear some other fortunate
man was more thoughtful than I."
"I Would Always W'ear Them."
Beatrice did not relieve his fears by
her reply. "They are beautiful, aren't
they?” she said, touching them wt+h
caressing finger tips. "If I were rich, I
would wear violets always.”
"And if 1 had the right. I should
never allow you to wear any except
those I sent you.” was the abrupt re
joinder.
"Shall we go up to Claremont for
tea?" said Maynard, as they neared the
lower end of the p'rirk "The drive will
be beautiful, and." in a lower voice, "I
love Claremont, for my wife-and I used
to go there so often that I have swee t
recollections connected with the place.
Since she left me I have not had the
courage to go. But you have been so
very kind and understanding that 1
think the spot would lose its sad rrtem
ories if 1 were to go with you."
All the afternoon Beatrice had been
hoping to keep past matrimonial rela
tions in the background, and non. When
she least expected it. Maynard's dead
wife was. she felt, dragged forward
again to mar her pleasure. Neverthe
less she concealed all signs of resent
ment and acquiesced In his suggestion
with a gentle sympathy which she did
not quite feel, allowing him to talk,
uninterrupted by word from her. of the
loneliness of his present life compared
With the "good old days" when "she
was here.” Rut the widow drew a sign
of relief when their arrival al Clare
mont put a stop to the reminiscent
strain.
The pair walked the length of the
glass-screened veranda and secured a
table looking out over the Hudson.
Beatrice was scarcely seated herself,
and Maynard was still in the grasp of
the waiter who was helping him divest
himself of his light driving coat, when
a man tope from a nearby table, and.
walking up to Maynard, slapped him on
the shoulder. The. widower turned with
a frown that melted into a smile, and
shook hands warmly with the intruder,
then Introduced him to Beatrice as
"my very dear friend. Mr. Roijsiter. '
She greeted him with concealed indif
ference.
Rossiter was large and awkward, his
face was over-red and his laugh over
loud. and he gesticulated exaggeratedly.
After shaking hands vehemently with
Beatrice, he muttered something in a
low voice to Maynard, who had not yet
sat down. and. linking his arm in Rob
ert's. started to draw him away. The
widower hesitated for a moment, then,
at some more urgent suggestion from
Rossiter. he shrugged his. shoulders,
laughed, and after turning to Beatrice
with a word of apology, coupled with
something about "taking time, with her
permission, for just a minute's chat on
a bit of important business,” suffered
himself to be led away Into the adjoin
ing room, leaving Beatrice, somewhat
perplexed, gazing alone at the river am!
the Jersey shore.
Eyes
Ynnr eyes, like mountain pool®, reflect
the deeps
of skies unstained, save across the
blue
Some merry white-clad thought trips
into view.
And as she dames in your mirror
peeps
When Phoebus climbs tlm ovrhinging
steeps
(Like new awakened Truth) it is in
von
Hr lave.s his golden loveliness anew.
Kre to the still enshrouded vale hr
lea ps.
O well - nf Joy! O .soundlr-«• depths
nf Bove!
<’ooling thr lips of every passerby.
Must I believe that ever from above
}|< arm gazed on thee with Summer’s
favoring eye?
Xa\. for herein a miracle appears.
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MISS LILLIAN LORRAINE.
"The only way to get rid of those faint lines is to rub them away.”
ONCE upon a time I met a woman
w ho nover really smiled.
When anything pleasant hap
pened she twitched the cornels of he."
mouth up, but her eyes were always the
same open round orbs and no lines of
laughter' ever crept into their corners. .
"Why don't you ever laugh?” 1 asked
her.
‘Because 1 ilon't want to make wrin
kles in my face,” she said.
To give up real beauty, laughter
seems a terrible price to pay for one’s
beauty, but certainly the girl who
laughs too much and too hard will find
little lines forming: on either side of.lief
mouth and around her eyes. Eventual
ly they develop into crow’s feet, yvhieh
are so ugly, and she will have a very
.hard time getting rid of them
A great many people ' make face*
when they laugh, especially girls, find
ing a particular joy in screwing up
their eyes until the eye itself is almost
closed and innumerable little lines are
forming around it. This isn't a very
becoming way to laugh, and if you
practice it and think about it occasion
ally you can get to laughing without
closing your- eyes or wrinkling the skin
around them.
How To Get Rid of Them.
When those faint lines have for tired,
however, and you see them on very
young girls, the only way to get rid of
them is to rub them away, using your
forefingers and a little very good
cream. Massage the skin very gently,
going round and round in a small circle,
then wash off the cream with warm
water, and ijoap and dry the face ami
$ “The Gates of Silence”
Py Meta Simniins, Author of "Hushed Up"
“Odd little place, isn’t it*” ho said.
“Are you wondering how you found faith
to come? You would think to look at it
that you could buy the whole stock up
for t wopence-half penny, but there are
half a hundred West end dealers in Lon
• lon who would give their heads for the
chances of touching a third of the stuff
that passes through Jex's hands. Hr has
an unerring eye for a fake, ami there's
not a connoisseur who ran touch him in
English pewter”
His words passed Rimington by like
the dust. Hr had already forgotten his
surprise that Saxe should have asked him
tn meet him at his little, out-of-the-way
shop in Westminster to make his report
as to his visit to We w bourne. What had
happened there had driven all other con
sideration from his mind, ns the me
dieval surgeons were won! to drive out
pain by pain.
”1 have been to Weybourne/ he said,
and there was something in Ids tone that
brought Saxe’s ryes to his face in a
quick, strained scrutiny.
Rimlnqton’s Story.
“Yes. he said. “Ywui saw her .’
Yes, after considerable difficulty hope
lessly useless difficulty Miss Lumsden
could tell nothing of the events of last
night. Slip knows nothing of them She
is a woman without a yesterday or a to
morrow. She is just like some little
I child who has been sca*ndalized and ter
rified in the darkness, and can give no
name to her torments or her tormentors
ils this your doing? If it is it is to me
that you are answerable ”
Paul Saxe said no word. His face had
suddenly turned gray His freshly paint
ed lips quiverqd like a child’s.
The silence seemed to close over them
like some brooding, sentiment thing. The
dull, intermittent drippings of the rain
from the projecting eaves above the shop
door hardly seemed to break it.
It spread upward to the hot rooms
above the shop, where Jex and the red
haired child were sitting beside a bed
drawn near to the widely-flung window’s
that admitted so little air.
“They’re gorn. Grandad.” the child
I said, in a disappointed voice. “ After all
they’re gorn. and you promised’’’
flV>p pursed up her lips Into a round
•TV* and emitted a melancholy howl, like
a cry of a lonely , meditating puppy, that
causer] the figure on the her! to stir un
easily.
“There. there” Jex pattori the bed
clothes ami turner! the heavy head that
lay on the low pillows, a head surpris
ingly like Boss’, though the red hair that
streamed over the clothes into long plaits,
nad richer shade’ s and light? that gave »t i
bo.-r ut y
“W iou ’ Th* word w;> • baldly intolli.
Bible save to a« • ii’stopK-d ear”, but th
rulr a little good t"ilct waler or alcohol
over lire lines as an asti'ingent. After
you are all through, you can dust the
skin off with a little rice powder. This
is the most harmless kind.
We all have more trouble with our
complexions in summer than in winter,
though it ought to be just the other
way. because summer is such a good
time to clear up'lhe skin, as perspira
tion helps on in cleaning out tire pores.
Rut wh it dreadful combinations we do
eat! Shore dinners, ice cream and cof
fee and possibly iced tea. too. I've
known lots of people who drank iced
tea in gieat quantities, following tha>
with black coffee, and then wondered
what was the-matter with their nerves
and why their complexions were poor.
While fruit is supposed to be so good
for one in the sitmmerT ft is often eaten
in too large quantities for health, and
often berries and other fruits are seryed
just a trifle decayed, which is likely to
upset the best little stomach in the
w olid.
Then wi arc all wearing small hats
this -.ear, and I’m afraid many eyelids
will be red and sore from sunburn, and
many a little nose show a sudden crop
of freckles.
The Old Way.
Old-time belles used to protect their
faces, in summer time by making masks
of cotton or chamois skin and covering
the inside with a thick coating of face
cream. The mask was made big enough
to cover the entire face, with slits for
tile eyes, mouth and nostrils. It was
tied around the head with ribbons at
tached to ihe sides of the mask, and the
person who wore it stayed in her room
old man's were accustomed and loving,
ami he answered:
“Just little Bess, behaving like a puppy
d*uf,” he said, cheerfully. his cars
st mined for any sound from the shop be
low.
“What?” The listener’s dull eyes
showed that she was not satisfied. One
heavy hand beat the bed feebly it wuf
the onlv movement of which this human
log with a brain was capable
“Wi.at The guttural word seemed to
choke in the half paralyzed throat.
Jex s eyes snapped lire
“Be* apse her dad is downstairs. he
said, bending over the her] “O’you un
derstand that. Jenny " Hess is in a rare
taking because her dad is downstairs.
Would you like to see m, old girl? Would
you likr to see your handsome husband?"
The Web of Lies.
’’oming as it did at the fag end of the
season, that seemed to have exhausted
every -ensation known to the journalist i<*
brain, the tragedy in Tempest street,
with its dramatic simplicity of detail, its
background fretted by amazing possibili
ties. ami over it all the glamor of Paul
Saxe’s name, seemed likely to prove a
“scoop" to tin* imw oapers The opening
of the inquest pro\<d an attraction great
enough to bring back a considerable per
centage of gilded youth to London, they'
came from their dallying? ;.v the sea or
their <t renuosif ies on northern floors, flics
tilled with an overwhelming interest, in
this bl oft ted spider caught fast at last by
h mastering power in toils more inex
tricable than those in which they were
themso]ves enmashed
Jack Rimington. who hardly realized
this personal interest that brought so
many to the ding? court, was a little
disconcerted by the numbers with whom
he found himself surrounded He had
imagined entram* might prove a matter
of difficulty : be found himself, however,
able, by the judicious application of a
little palm oil. to secure a position at the
back of the court.
He was early , the jury, in fact, were
only arriving. He forced himself Io
watch the scenes tnat succeeded one an
other before his eyes that he might for
get something of the pain that gnawed
at his heart, and found that it was very
possible to be amused: the hare expres
sions on the faces of tiir.se twelve coin
mor. place men. torn from their everyday
occupations to deliberate on the awful is-
Rues of life and death, were alone enter
taining to the Inttcr in spirit
‘ Presently there was a stir in ’he court
ami fhr Coroner came in Paul Sax<
followed him Immediately Rimington
was surprised at the man early arrl
xal. for be found that there weir- a couph
of to b« got through before lh<
jnqm'.it on k’o /. toplvm • am* on. .ind
in quiet and almost complete darkness
fm several hours at least.
Another preparation used was pow
dered magnesia. This was mixed with
a little water and put over lhe face and
was said to be very good for sunburn.
I don't think any of us have the
white, clear complexions of our grand
mothers, because none of us would be
willing to endure all the trouble they
took to make themselves beautiful.
Then the idea of beauty has changed,
too. It used to be considered fashion
able for a young girl to faint on all oc
casions and to look pale, but nowadays
we prefer a healthier type of girl, and
when she tans to a tine ruddy brown
every one admires he)’. Even freckles
are forgiven, though I don't think girls
ever think them attractive. Rut 1 have
lieu rd men say a few little freckles were
fascinating. Fortunately tastes differ.
The expression of the face makes its
beauty and you can make your expres
sion anything you want it.
Every oue ('AN look stupid or bored,
but no one HAS to look so. and certain
ly both expressions ruin every vestige
of good looks.
Don't let the corners of your mouth
ilrbop: It's never becoming. Turn the
corners up. even if it costs you an ef
fort.
As soon as you see lines forming in
your face study them carefully, find out
if they are lines that cojild be avoided,
and if so counteract the w l ong muscu
lar habit by a right one. for wrinkles
are simply the result of constant mus
cular contiaction and it rests entirely
with 'you whether that contraction
shall become a hahil or not.
. Saxe had made no secret of the hideous
dislocation of work bis compulsory at
tendance at this affair entailed. He had
’ told Rimington that business of the ut
most importance demanded his presence
in Vienna, and had complained bitterly of
being tied here hand ami foot.
While the coroner dealt with these
cases with an ease and precision that hail
• about it something finer than mere cal
lousness, Rimington leaned back and
• watched the millionaire.
Ho had not seen Saxe since yesterday
afternoon, when they had parted at the
door of the queer old shop in Westmin
ster which Saxe had so oddly chosen as
a meeting place Kven now he failed to
understand why Saxe, who was a man nf
1 many clubs, with a suite of rooms in one
of London's palatial hotels, and. for all
he knew, with more than one pied-a-terr*
in its numerous byways, should have
1 chosen the Sign of she Toby Jug for so
momentous a meeting, it was possible, of
• course. Hat the man? own explanation
was a sincere one.
. “No one will know us there, for one
thing. Rimington, so that our meeting
, need raise no coimnent. I know Jex well
• ami he knows m* Ido a goo<] deal of
business with him one way and another
You will find a do a good deal of out-of
the-way business. I did some with Fitz-
. stephen I found money for him. though
' I was in no sense a colleague, as you
• ailed me this morning. That is why I
had those rooms there! eccentric, but per
’ fectly straight - that is what you will
find I am. ft is as w'rll you should know
( that much about me, Rimington."
Continued Tomorrow.
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Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
YOUR PATH IS CLEAR.
Dear Miss Fairfax;
I am twenty-two and deeply in love
with a girl four years my junior. She
is not keeping company with any par
ticular person. How can 1 win her
love? J. E.
You have no rival—nothing to fear
but your own timidity. Make your
love worthy of her' acceptance first,
and then go in and win. A man who is
generous, thoughtful, honorable and
altogether worth while should have no
difficulty winning a woman's affcc
lions.
PUT YOUR PRIDE IN YOUR
POCKET.
Dear Miss Eairfax:
I have been keeping company with
a girl for the past three years, and
recently we had a quarrel, in which
she was in truth the one at fault. As
she told me when 1 last spoke to her
that she did not want to trouble me
any more, I have not noticed her since,
but lately I learned through a friend
she Is sorry for acting so toward me.
I love the git! very much. J. J. 1,.
If she is tight or wrong, go to her
and take the blame on your own
shoulders. You) generosity will make
an impression on her she will never
forget. Love is worth every sacrifice
it costs, and you will not be sorry
for making this one.
THERE IS ROOM FOR DOUBT.
Dear Mfhs Eairfax:
I Am deeply in love will) a young
mult two years m\ senior. He has told
me many times that he loves me. blit
he continues to take other gin’s out. Do
you really think ho is in earnest?
ANXIOVS .
When a man lqv«-s a woman as he
loves no one else on earth, he has no
desire to bi- with any one but her.
His preference for the society of
other girls doesn't indicate an absorb
ing love for you. A good way to cure
him Is to show’ a similar liking for
the society of other young men.
wHSri J ANTY
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Anty Drudge Gives Advice to the
Salesman.
Salesman—”l have a patent washboiler which burns dena
tured alcohol at much less cost than coal or wood —”
Anty Drudge— “You’d better go into some other business,
young man, if you want to make a living. Sine? I’ve
been telling the women how to wash clothes with
Fels-Naptha in cool or lukewarm water, without
boiling, all kinds of washboilers have gone out of
style. Good day. ”
Fels-Naptha will take grease out of
clothes in cool or lukewarm water
It loosens all kinds of grease quick as a
wink, and takes out every trace of the spot.
That’s why butchers’, and painters’,
and machinists’ clothing can be washed
better with Fels-Naptha than any other way.
It’s easier, too; in summer or winter,
requires no boiling, hot water nor hard
rubbing, and makes a better job of it.
Because Fels-Naptha dissolves grease
almost instantly, women who have tried it
prefer Fels-Naptha to any other soap for
washing dishes.
There is no necessity for putting the
hands in hot water.
Puts a fine polish on glass and china.
11 is likewise superior in cleaning coats,
or rugs, or curtains, or anything else that
has become spotted or soiled.
In fact, you will find that anything
cleanable can be cleaned quicker and better
and easier with Fels-Naptha.
And for laundry purposes, Fels-Naptha
is a revelation to women who have always
washed in the old-fashioned, washboiler
and-hard-rubbing way.
Directions for all purposes are nrinted
on the back of rhe red and green wrapper.
CERTAINLY NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Several weeks agn I met a young
man. about two years my senior. He
has taken mo out on several occasions,
but lately bis actions are such that I do
not understand him. I would like to
know if he intends to act as a friend to
mo. or whether he is trying to. fool me
just for a joke.
Ito you think it proper to ask him for
an explanation of his queer actions,
and request him to come to an under
standing? R F*.
If his actions do not please you, re
fuse to See nim. You always have that
privilege, you know, and it would be
wiser to exercise it than to torment
yourself with theories about his inten
tions.
PERHAPS IT ISN'T TRUE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 22 and am engaged to a man of
38. I am employed by him in his place
of business and 1 am a great help to
him. Wo love each other devotedly.
Recently some of his.friends told m
that he is a mar icd min and has :t
wife and children in Germany. He
claims thi- is untrue, that one of his
competitors said this about him. It
would break my heart to have to lose
him. I do not believe this because I
have been working for him for more
than a ye : ■ and he tolls me ever ything.
We intend to bo married in June'.
ANX lot SLY AWAITING
Giii" IMm lite benefit of the doubt.
And in the meanwhile he owes it to
himself and to you to eombel the man
who made the charge cither- to prove
or to retract.
It is riot an accusation to lr- dis
mis 'd lightly. Let him know that you
tegaid the < '.lar ge as r s rlous one. and
he rill .take some steps in the matter.
Looking Like It.
Miss Prim - No: I'm not married y. - .
Old I r lend Inr possible!
Miss- Prim tfranklyr Yes; bi''« th ■
way it's beginning Io look.