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TTH F OrFl OPXOr I! ILinilLd %>/ Irw Q) A ITa— &Mi JC-d * Hunting a Husband * • 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 audience, CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the 1( . *7? —" Bt<»Atura of Dr. E. G. Griffin’s D< ntal Rooms I 24/1-2 Whitehall Strei t. Over Brown & Allen's Drug Store ■ Lowest Prices —Best Work. $5 Set of Teeth $5.00 Impressions—Teeth Day ESTABLISHED 22 YEARS Gold Crowns, $3.00 Bridge Work, $4.00 '/os. Hom a u ?. 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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. eg Lillian Lorraine’s Beauty Secrets for Girls go 77z<’ Sunburned Miss, and the Proper U ’</ v to Laugh | //. JF" \ i v r..• , J I \ ' ' f sBL- - / \\ dfrL kSS k V '- MlC** \\\\ * VXLr- '• ■ / Z 4 IQGkX x Mr Wi ' 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 Continued Tomorrow. uso Soft (So StnootK~/k It floats In the air —no crlty-'l \ Air-Float Takum Powder / \ 9 is guaranteed pure. Costa .r 10 cent*: a box. White oryj 1.l I f Flesh lint. Made only <4jy J | / Talcum Puff Co. / Miners and ZBush Terminal Bldgy< : [ Brooklyn, N. Y. "1 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. / ANT Y 'yuf|j/ WwW'Sw pRI lIXiE nr fflr j 19 wk xfev . W'WvyfW' Anty Drud&e Gives Advice to the Salesman. Salesman "I 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. Since I’ve been telling the women how to wash clothes with Fels-Naptha in cool or lukewarm water, without boiling, all kinds of washboiiers 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 w ay. 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 rtecessity for putting the hands in hot water. Puts a fine polish on glass and china. It 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 w ith 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 orinted on the back of the red and green w rapper. I 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. •' ——-