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NO. 9 —THE WIDOWS CHARMING DRIVE IS MARRED SOMEWHAT BY
AN UNPLEASANT AND UNEXPECTED INCIDENT.
By VIRGINIA T. VAN DE WATER.
rrVIE afternoon was as perfect as
I afternoons in late May and early
June can be. The world was all.
tne more lovely for the three days of.'
rain against which Beatrice had re-,
belled. The sunshine was. perhaps, a.(
little warm Tor those obliged to gol
< afoot, but delightful to the pair seated',
in the stylish trap behind the sleek.i
swift trotter. The day had 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 bi'
her lips as she appreciated what a com
monplace and un-orlginal remark she
had uttered.
But Maynard was satisfied with it.
“Ves,” he replied, gaily, “it was made
. for you and me, I think!"
The words were uttered lightly
enough, 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 "
“Perhaps so. dear lady." Robert re
marked with a deprecatory smile, “but
only one of them is driving with you.
and I claim the day as mine by right
of the greatest happiness."
Again Beatrice’s heart gave that
happy leap with which she was becom-
Hg familiar, but this time she made no
reply.
Maynard was an excellent driver, and
Ids control over the blooded horse was
perfect. He was one of the men who
can manage a horse, and yet pay at
tention to the companion who sits by
him.
Many men have away of talking so
much 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 tact that he mentioned that the
horse he drove had belonged to his wife
tan item that Beatrice wished to for
get). he seemed to think little about it.
But 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 ft. 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
men In the springtime, but 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
been more attractive than now,
when, taking full advantage of the per
fect stage setting in which she found
herself, she chatted sparkllhgly. know
ing that she was fascinating an eligi
ble and attractive 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 dead 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
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I Beatrice’s tailored gown was of
” white serge, with black collar, cuffs
II and revers. Her expenses had been
heavy of late, and she hajj debated, as
■ she had before Helen Robbins’ dinner
Lj party, as to whether she could afford to.
>1 wear her favorite violets. And. as then,
l| she had decided to be governed by In
.l clination, not by economy. She con
,l gratulated herself upon her extrava
i, gance when she saw Robert look at the
; flowers, first with admiration, then with
; an expression combining regret and
. suspicion. "Oh," 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 Wear Them.”
. Beatrice did not relieve ills fears by
her reply. "They are beautiful, aren't
they?" she said, touching them will)
, caressing Anger tips. "If I were rich. 1
would wear violets always."
“Ami if I had the right. 1 should
. never allow you to wear any except
, those I sent you." was the abrupt re
joinder.
"Shall we go ui> io t'lareinont for
• tea"" said Maynard, as they neared the
lower end of the park. "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 sweet
recollections connected with the place.
Since she left me I have not had the
courage to gg. But you have been so
very kind and understanding that I
’ think the spot would lose its sad mem
ories if I were to go with you."
All the afternoon Beatrice had been
. hoping to keep past matrimonial rela
> Hons in the background, and now, when
she least expected it. Maynard's dead
' wife was.- she felt, dragged forward
( again to mar'her pleasure. Neverthe
less she concealed al] 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 tic
I loneliness of his present lite compared
i with the "good old days” when "sh<
I was here." But the widow drew a sigh
, of relief when their arrival at (’)are
. inont put h 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 seatexl herself,
and Maynard was still in tly grasp of
. the waiter who was helptngthirn divest
i himself of his light driving coat, when
i a man rose from a neaaby table, and.
, walking up to Maynard, flapped him on
the shoulder. The widower turned wit:
a frown that melted Inuo a smile, and
shook bands warmly wit!) the intruder,
then introduced him to Beatrice as
“my very dear friend. Mr. Rossiter."
, She greeted him with concealed indif
ference.
, Rossiter was large anri 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 hirr away. The
‘ widower hesitated for a moment, then.
at some more urgent suggestion from
1 Rossiter, he shrugged his shoulders,
I laughed, and after turning to Beatrice
. with a word of apology, coupled with
I something about "taking time, with her
permission, for just a minute's* chat on
a bit of important business,” suffered
i himself to be led away into the adjoin
ing room, leaving Beatrice, somewhat
perplexed, gazing alone at‘the river and
the Jersey shore.
Eyes
Your eyes, like mountain pools, reflect
the deeps
Os skies unstained, save across the
. blue
; Some merry white-clad thought trips
into view.
And as she dances in your mirror
' peeps
When Phoebus ( limbs the overhanging
steeps
: (Like new awakened Truth) it is in
you
He laves his. golden loveliness anew.
Ere to the still enshrouded vale he
leaps.
O wells of Joy! o soundless depths
of Love!
Cooling the lips of every passerby.
Must I believe that ever from above
Heaven gazed on thee with Summer's
favoring eye?
Nay. for herein a miracle appears.
Grief made you Wisdom’s husbandmen
of tears.
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MISS LILLIAN LORRAINE.
"The only way to get rid of those faint lines is to rub them away."
ON'r’E upon a time I met a woman
who never- really smiled.
When anything pleasant hap
pened she twitched the corners of he
moutlr up, but her eyes were always the
same open round orbs and no lines <,f
laughter ever crept into their cornets.
"Why don't you ever laugh?” ] asked
her.
"Because I don’t want to make wrin
kles in my face," she said.
To give up real beauty, laughter
seems a ter r ible price to pay lor one's
beauty, but certainly the girl who
laughs too much and too hard will find
little lines forming on either side of her
mouth and around iter eyes. Eventual
ly they develop into crow’s feet, which
are so ugly, ami she will have a very
hard time getting rid of them.
A great many people mak* faces
"hen they laugh, especially girls, rind
ing a particular joy in s< rewing up
their eyes until the eye itself is almost
closed ami 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 formed,
however, and you see them on very
young gir ls, the only way to get rid of
them is to rub them awaj . 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 soap and dry the face and
“The Gates of Silence”
Ry Meta Sim mins, Author of “ Hushed Up"
“Odd little place, isn’t it*" he 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 twopenve-half penny, but there are
half a hundred West end dealers in Lon
don who would give their heads for the
chances of touching a third of the sluff
that passes through Jex’s hands. He has
ah unerring eye for a fake, and there’s
not a connoisseur who can touch him in
English pewter"
His words passed Rimington by like
the dust. He had already forgotten his
surprise that Saxe should have asked him
to meet him at his little, out-of-the-way
shop in Westminster to make his report
as to his visit to Wewbourne. What lad
happened there had driven all other con
sideration from his mind, as the me
dieval surgeons were wont to drive out
pain bv pain.
“1 have been to Weybourne ’ he said,
and there was something in his tone that
brought Saxe’s eyes to his face in a
quick, strained scrutiny.
Rimlnqton’s Story.
“Yes. he said. “You saw her?"
Yes. after considerable difficulty hope
h sslv useless difficulty. Miss Lumsden
could tell nothing of the events of last
night. She knows nothing of them She
is a woman without a yesterday or a to
morrow. She is just like some little
child who has been scandalized and ter
rified in ihe darkness, and can give no
name to her torments or hm tormentors
Is this your doing? If it is it is to me
that you are answerable '
Paul Saxe said no word. H’s face hid
suddenly turned gray. His freshly pain
cd 1 ps quivered like a child’s
The silence seemed t<» 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 ami ’he red
haired child were sitting beside a bed
drawn near to the widely-flung windows
that admitted so little air.
“They’re gorn. Grandad.’’ the child
I said, in a disappointed voh e “\fter all
I tfaev’re gorn. and you promised!"
She pursed up her lips into a round
| “O*’ and emitted a melancholy howl, like
a cry of a lonely, meditating puppy. that
caused the figure on the bed to stir un-
I easily.
“There, there" Jex patted the bed
| clothes and turned the heavy head 'hat
lav on the low pillows, a head surpris
I ir.gly like Bess’, though ti e red hair that
; streamed over th<? clothes into long plaits
| i.ad rh'her shades arid lights that gave it
bea u t\.
“What?" The word was hardly intelli
gible save to accustomed ears. but th-
I
1 rub a little good toilet water or alcohol 1
over the lints as an astringent. After 1
you are all through, you ran dust the
skin off with a little idee oDwrlcr. This <
is the most harmless kind. 1
We all have more trouble with mu'
■ complexions in summer than in winter,
though it origin to be just the other
I way. because summer is su< h a good 1
time to clear- up the skin, as perspira
tion helps on in cleaning out the pores.
But what dreadful combinations we do
eat! Shore dinners, ice eream and eof
s fee and possibly iced tea, too. I’ve
, known lots of p'eople who drank iced
r tea in great 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 suppos <1 to be so good
for one in the summer, it is often eaten
; in too large quantities for health, and
often berries and other- fruits are served
, just a tr isle decayed, which is likely to
; upset the best little stomach In the r
> world.
Then wi- are all v rm ring srm.,ll Irats
1 this year, and I’m afraid many eyelids
. will be red and sore from sunburn, and 1
manv a little nos,' .snow a sudden crop
1 of freckles. ,
The Old Way.
Old-time belles used to protect then 1
. faces in summer time bv making masks
of r'ottmr or chamois sl-.iir .anil covering ■
’ the inside with a thick coating of face I
’ cream. The mask was made big enough :
to cover the entire face, with slits for 1
, the eyes, mouth anri nostrils. It w’-as :
, tied around the head with ribbons at- <
taeli' d to the sides of the mask, ami the 1
person who wore it stayed in her room 1
old man's were accustomed and loving,
and he: answered:
“Just little Bess, behaving like a puppy
dog." he said, cheerfully. his ears
strained for any sound from the shop be
lt w
"What?" The listener’s dull eyes
showed that she was not satisfied tme
heavy hand beat the bed teeldy it was
the only movement of which this human
log with a brain was capable
“What . The guttural word seemed to
choke in ’.he half-paralyzed throat
Jex's eyes snapped tire.
“Be- auso her dad is downstairs." he
said, bending over the bed. “D you un
derstand that. Jenny*.’ Bess is in a rare
taking because her dad is downstairs.
Would you like to see’tn. old girl? Would
you like to see your handsome husband?"
The Web of Lies.
Coming as it did al the fag end of the
season, that seemed to have exhausted
every sensation known to the journalistic
brain, the tragedy in Tempest street,
with its dramatic simplicity of detail, it;
background fretted by amazing possibili
ties. and ov( r it all the glamor of Paul
Saxe’s mime, seemed likely to prove a
“scoop" to the newspapers. The opening
of th» imp]*:-; proved ah attraction great
enough to bring back a considerable per
centage gilded south to London: they
came from their ua livings by the sea or
their ;uemio! ities on northern floors, Hi*
filled with an overwhelming interest in
th ••• bloated spider caught fast nt last by
a mastering potter in toils more inex
tricable than those in which the? were
t hems' lv es cumashed.
Jack Rimington. who hardly realized
this personal interest that brought so
many' to ti;« ding.' court, was a link
discoD' cd by the numbers w ith whom
he found himself surrounded H»- had
imagmed entra .-e mtgi.t pro , a mattm
of difliculty he found himself, however,
able by I;ic judicious application of a
little palm oil, to secure a position at the i
back of the court.
Il*- was curly: the jury, in fact, were
only arriving. Ik forced himself :<• ,
wat' h th»- scenes that succeeded one an
other b* foi e his eyes that he might for
ge! something of the pain that gnawed
at his heart, and found that it was very
possible t" be amused: (he hare expres
sions on the faces of these twelve com
mon pla »• men. lorn from their everyday
o<■chnations to deliberate on the awful is
sues ot life and death, were alone enter
taining to the bitter in spirit
Presently there Was a stir in the court. |
and the Coroner '•anu? in Paul Saxe I
followed him immediately Rimington '
was surprised al the man’s early arri- •
\al. for he found that there were a eotiph ,
■,f ast « to be got through before t|i<*
inquest on I* ilz 'ephen eaiiir on. and
in quiel ami almost cmnp'eti:
for several hours at least.
Another preparation used was pow
dered magnesia. This was mixed with
a little water and put over the face am)
was said to be very good for sunburn.
I don’t think any of us have lite
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 gill to faint on all oc
casions ami to look pale, but nowadays
we prefer a healthier- type of girl, and
when sb,- tans to a tine ruddy brown
every one admires her. Even freckles
are forgiven, though T don't think girls
ever think them attractive. But I have
heard men say a few little freckles were
faseinriting. Fortunately tastes differ.
The expression of the face makes its
beauty and you car. make your expres
sion anything you want it. a
Every one tIAN look stupid or bor ed,
but no one HAS to look so. and certain
ly both expressions ruin every vestige
of good looks.
Don’t let the eorners of your inoullr'
droop; 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, findDut
If they are lines that could be avoided,
and if so counteract the -wrong muscu
lar habit by a r ight one, for wrinkles
ar. simply the result of constant mus
cular contraction and it rests entirely
with xou wrhether that contraction
shall become a habit or not.
Saxe had made no secret of the hideous
dislocation of work his compulsory at
tendance at this affair entailed. Tle»had
told Rimington that business of the ut
most Importance demanded bis presence
in Vienna, and had complained bitterly of
being tied here band and foot
While the coroner dealt with these
eases with an ease and precision that had
about it something finer than mere cal
lousness, Rimington leaned back and
watched the millionaire.
lie had not seen Saxe since yesterday
afternoon, when they had parted at Hie
door of th' queer old shop in Westmin
ster which Saxe had so oddly chosen as
a meeting place. Even n<jw he failed to
understand why Saxo, who was a man of
many clubs. W'ith a suite of rooms in one
of London’s palatial hotels, and. for ail
he knew-, with more than one pied-a-terre
in Its numerous byways, should have
chosen the Sign of the Toby Jug for so
momentous a meeting It was possible, of
course, that the man’s own explanation
was a sincere one.
"No one will know us (here, for one
thing. Rimington. so that our meeting
need raise’no comment I know Jex well
and he knows me. I do a good deal of
business with him one way and another
You w ill find a do a good 1 deal of out-of
the-way business. 1 did some with Fitz
stf phcn i found money for him. though
I was iti no sense a colleague, as you
(ailed me this morning. That is why '
had those rooms there* eccentric, but per
fectly straight that is what yon will
find I am. It is as well you should know
that much about rm . Rimington
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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 I 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 thgp go in and win. A man who is
generous, thoughtful, honorable and
altogether worth while should’ have no
difficulty winning a woman's affec
tions.
PUT YOUR PRIDE IN YOUR
POCKET.
Dear Miss Fait fax:
I have been keeping company with
a girl for- the past three years, and
recently we had a quarrel, in whir-h
I she was in truth the one at fault. As
she told me when I last spoke to her
that she did not want to trouble me
any more, 1 have not noticed her since,
but lately I learned through a friend
she is Sorrj for acting so Toward me.
I lot e the gh! very much. J. J. L.
If she is right or wropg. go to her
and take rhe blame mi your own
shoulders. Your generosity will make
an impression on her she will never
forgot. Love is worth every saerifiee
it costs, and you "’lll not lie gorry
for rpnking this one.
THERE IS ROOM FOR DOUBT.
Dear Mis.s Fairfax:
f gut deeply in love with a young
man two years my senior. He Ims told
me many times that he loves me. but
he contfnues to take other girls out. Do
you really think he is in earnest?
A NXIOI 8.
When a man loves a woman as he
I loves no one else on earth, he has no
desire Io be with any one but irer.
His preference for the society of
other girls doesn’t indicate an absorb
ing love for you. A good wax to mire
him Is to shmy a similar liking for
the society of other young men.
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There is no rtecessity for putting the
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CERTAINLY NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Several weeks ago I met a young
man. about two years my senior. He
has taken me out on several occasions,
but lately his actions are such that I du
not Understand him. I would like to
know if ire intends to act as a friend to
, me, or whether he is trying to fool ma
just for a joke.
Do you think it pr oper to ask him for
an explanation of his queer aefions,
and request him to come to an under
standing ? ‘ B. F.
If his actions do not please you. re
fuse to see him. 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 ahd am engaged to a manqif
38. I am employed by him in his placX
of business and 1 am a great help to\
him. We love each other devotedly. '
Recr ntl> some •>£ his friends told me
that he is a married min and has a
wife ami children in Germany. He
claims this is untrue, that one of his
competitors said this about him. it
would break my heart to have to lose
ilim. I do not believe this because I
have been working for- him fifr more
than a ye r and lie tells me everything.
We intend to be married in June.
AN X l() I' SL Y A W AITIN G
Give him ihe benefit of the doubt.
Ami in the meanwhile he owes it to
irimseif anil to you to compel the man
who made tire charge cither- lo prove it
or to retract.
li is not an aeiusation to be dis
missed lightly. Let him know that you
r egar d fire < barge as a s* rious one. and
he "111 take some .-teps in the matter.
Looking Like It.
Miss Friii)--No; I’m not married yc‘.
Old l-’r ieml— impossible!
Mbs j’.i.n (frankly) -Yes: that's th
a a.\ it’s beginning :o look.
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