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THE OEOR.QIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE * Hunting a Husband * NO. 12—THE WIDOW IS SURPRISED WHILE IN THE MIDST OF DE- NOUNCING HER YOUTHFUL SUITOR By VIRGINIA T. VAN DE WATER. IT is unfortunate that the slow of self-satisfaction one experiences after being delivered a merited re buke or snub should not be permanent. After uttering over the telephone her frigid reply to Maynard, Beatrice re turned to the drawing room and to Henry Blanchard, congratulating her self upon her strength of will and pur pose. But, as the evening wore on, she became less confident that she had act ed wisely. Henry Blanchard proved to be a less interesting companion than Robert. He talked no more of his possible matri monial ventures, but discoursed of his business life, his old friends, his politi cal views, and, although Beatrice tried to appear interested, she found herself obliged at times to swallow a yawn and her eyes turned Involuntarily toward the clock, ticking away so slowly on the mantel shelf. She contrasted this evening with tTie one Maynard had spent with her, remembering how that had fled all too fast, and how much she enjoyed It. She did not suggest playing and sing ing for Blanchard, for he had said he cared little for music. While she was glad that he did not make it necessary' for her to express any more decided views as to his right to marry if he chose, she felt that that topic would, at least, have contained some degree of interest or even of excitement. She breathed an inaudible sigh of relief when, at 11:30 o’clock, he bade her good-night and took his departure, ask ing if he might call again soon. She said that he might, but added, as she had with Maynard, that she did not know- just now when she w-ould have another free evening. But, unlike May nard, he did not ask her to notify him when she would be at leisure, but said that he would "drop In some evening next week,” on the chance of finding her at home. Too Tired to Think of Them. After he had gone she was too tired and sleepy to consider the matter of her two suitors, but deferred such con sideration to a more convenient and comfortable season. The following afternoon she sat down quietly to think out the situation and to review mentally once more Robert’s behavior after his various libations, and again her anger rose. Her indignation was increased by the recollection that she was. apparently, now in the posi tion where she must make the next ad vance if she would see him. She longed to have the opportunity of declining some Invitation from him in such a way that he would understand that he had incurred her displeasure and gsk for an explanation. "An he shall have one if he asks for it,” she muttered''between set teeth. Yes. she was angry with him for hav ing taken a little too much liquor, but she was. perhaps unconsciously, also vexed at the knowledge that he had de stroyed her ideal of him as a probable husband. He had, in fact, upset her plans. And, while she thus mused, Mrs. Robbins stopped in to see her on her way home from a shopping expedition. Beatrice was not overjoyed at Helen’s visit, hut she welcomed her pleasantly, wondering meanwhile if her caller had come to ascertain if Henry Blanchard had been here last night. If so, she would find Beatrice on her guard. To her surprise, however, Helen chose another method of irritating her friend and possible aunt-in-law. "My dear." she said, after she was comfortably seated and had begun to sip a cup of the tea which Beatrice al ways had served at this hour of the ifternoon, "I have come to talk to you .vlth regard to something I heard a few lays ago. Is it true that you went Iriving with Robert Maynard?" DECEIVED BY SO-CALLED SUPERFLUOUS HAIR “CURES” Famous Doctors Charge Deception. A number of eminent physicians re-» cently made independent and exhaus tive tests of the various depilatories and unanimously decided that, with one exception, they did not operate on the right nr’neiple; neither were they made of the proper ingredients; there fore. could no' aeeomriish the purpose for which they were intended. Tests also proved that these prepa rations were actually injurious. While no perceptible harm was noticeable with the first few applications other than sllgh* skin troubles, the real in jury manifested itself after more fre quent and continued use. Furthermore, it was demonstrated that when the surface hair was removed by them It grew out again more rapidly, coarser and stiffer than before; consequently, rendering each subsequent removal more difficult. It is astonishing and surprising that women will 'ake the risk of disfigure ment by using unknown and uncertain means for removing superfluous hair. In spite of all warning, it seems that some are always willing to make "one more try," not stopping to consider that in using these worthless depilatories it will be only a question of time before they will have to resort to the use of the razor, because eventually the hair will become so coarse that no prepara tion will be strong enough to remove it without ruining the skin. It must be borne in mind that un scrupulous fakers have always taken advantage of afflicted woman's desper ation. depending solely upon extrava gant and sensational claims to extort from them sometimes exorbitant prices for their so-called "cures.” Usually makers of worth!*** p-otoea nus pastes, powders, fake “beauty ar ticle recipes" and so-called liquid "cures." resort to publishing testimo nials procured for a money considera tion from one or two physicians of questionable standing, or from some unknown woman who is dubbed as a “great society leader." More than like ly the preparation —never us?d by the writers me so-called testimo nials Don't be deceived or deluded by al luring and impossible claims of Impos tors. Tell any one of them that De- "It is true," said Beatrice, stiffly. "And, pray, why should I not go with Mr. Maynard if I choose”,” For Your Interests. “Now, dear,” protested Helen, "don’t get cross at my asking such an inno cent question as that? Were I not fond of you and interested in him I would pay no attention to the matter. But I was so pleased to hear that you are encouraging the dear fellow that I just couldn’t resist the temptation to tell you so.” "Encouraging him!” exclaimed Bea trice indignantly. “Upon my word, Helen, that Is a peculiar term to use in this connection. Your match-mak ing tendencies cause you to appear ac tually ridiculous! Just because a man whom I have met a few times asks me to go for a drive with him. and we stop for tea on the way home, you say I en tourage him! I never thought of such a thing.” But her friend laughed good natur edly. _ ‘. "Ah, Beatrice/ she mocked, "if there were not some truth in my assertion you would not get so angry! It is only the truth that hurts, you know. And. my dear.” dropping her bantering tone and looking tenderly sympathetic, “I am so glad to think that you are good to poor Robert. He deserves it. Which, ’ she added significantly, “-is more than I can say for some meh.” Beatrice looked at her, perplexed. "What do you mean?” she asked. "Oh. nothing, except that Robert was a very generous husband and always gave his wife everything she wanted — which is not what most husbands do for their wives Perhaps I appreciated it more'because all the men in my fam ily—excepting, of course, my husband are so close in money matters. Why, even dear old Uncle Henry will pinch a silver dollar until the eagle on It screams with anguish.” Saw Through Her. Then Beatrice knew that Helen had come with the purpose of lessening Henry Blanchard’s chances with the widow by representing him as parsi monious. and w Ith the intention of fur thering Robert's suit by extolling his liberality. And, although Beatrice saw Helen’s game, she could not help won dering if, after all. there might not be some truth in her statements. Had not Robert taken her to supper and brought her home tn a cab. given her costly vio lets and taken her to tea. while Henry Blanchard had never done anything ex cept call on her? Was their conduct really indicative of the characters of the two men? And then, suddenly, she resented anew Helen's interference. “It is no concern of mine whether any man is stingy' or not,” she said loftily. “And as for Robert Maynard, he cares no more for me than I do for him—and, goodness knows. I'm not breaking my heart for any widower!” Helen looked grave. “I think,” she said, "that he cares a great deal for you. You are the only woman for whom he has paid any attention since his wife's death.” "Well,” announced Beatrice, her tem per still ruling her tongue. ’T am tired of hearing of his wife, anyway; and, besides that. I would not trust any man who is as fond of liquor as he is.” "Since when," queried Helen coldly, “have you become such a stickler for temperance? I did not notice that you disapproved of my husband and Rob ert each taking a highball when we were at supper at the Plaza.” “No.” retorted Beatrice. "I did not mind, nor should I ever mind if a man took only one drink and no more. Bui your friend, the widower, does not stop at one—more’s the pity!” In her excitement Beatrice had spok en loudly and excitedly. Before Helen could reply the drawing room portieres were swept aside and maid an nounced to th? startled pair: "Mr. Maynard!" , Miracle Chemical Company will forfeit Five Thousand Dollars if it can be proven that their so-called superfluous hair “cures” ever eradicated one single growth of superfluous hair. There is one standard depilatory that dissolves hair, thereby taking the vi tality out* of it, consequently retarding and preventing an increased growth. It is DeMiracle—the one exception noted by the physicians who made the tests. It Is the only perfected, absolutely non poisonous and thoroughly reliable method for removing superfluous hair After all, the real test of merit is the test of time. DeMiracle was the largest selling depilatory ten years ago, and more of it has been sold each year since than the combined sales of all the ques tionable hair removers sold through the mails or otherwise. The mere fact that fake-dangerous preparations are short lived should alone be sufficient warning to avoid the use of any depilatory hut that of proven merit. All reliable dealers sell and recom mend DeMiracle, knowing it to be the best and safest denliatory. Some un principled ones will tell you they can not procure it, so that they may more easily Influence you to purchase their own or possibly some other dangerous, worthless substitute under another la bel for a few cents more, profit. To protect you from Just such imposition, if your dealer will not supply you, mail us SI.OO and we will send you, all charges apaid, In plain, sealed wrap per, a SI.OO bottle of DeMiracle, and we will make you a present of a full-size Jar of DeMiracle I'ream. If you care to. give us the name of the dealer who tries to sell you a "just as good” Imi tation or substitute. Remember, DeMiracle Is the only de pilatory that has over been indorsed by reputable physicians, surgeons, derma tologists, medical Journals, prominent magazines and newspapers. And, mind you, every one'ls genuine. If they were not, we could be compelled by law to discontinue‘publlshlng them. Write for free booklet, which will be mailed, sealed in plain envelope DeMiracle chemical Company, Dept. 1«, Park Ave. 129th and 130th Sts.. New York You can always procure DeMiracle without argument in Atlanta from Chamberlln-Johnson-Dußose Co. M Freaks of Fashion M Ife —Something Startling From Paris— X ' fry . \\ \ < > . . . fl 4 • V T' \ 1" .■ntak % i \ Jk* ’£ T| wRPr z - ▼ w We 1 7- r « □r/7 1 * *•- ’SB* ' , ML » / w J/ x <: t i l knwfSHH • -Ju I« , iff -* |lll U ■ ' til w \ \ W Lt L a ' it tl MjfSlilyit ( K / fl ””■ mIBy z / By OLIVETTE. THESE two snapshots were made on the race track at Longehamps. just outside of Paris, and represent the latest vagaries of fashion and the first whiff of the surprises in store for us next autumn. For while you and I may be sizzling in the sun. or escaping from the summer shower, that busy person, the wholesome manufacturer, is getting notes in Paris for winter styles—and here are two of the latest: We are to have wide • skirts, to judge by one of the figures, Hut the free, use of our knees is still denied us. at least in this model, which has a deep flounce of dark brown lace and satin over an ecru silk frock, com- “The Gates of Silence” B 1 Ry Meta Sim mins, Author of "Flushed Up" TODAY'S INSTALLMENT. "No, no. she h«s not confided in me. and if she had’’— "It is, naturally, no business of mine." Barrington said, qiickly. "1 quite realize that, Edith; but you kno\v how fond I am of Betty, and —I am horribly clumsy, dear, but I Just wanted to say that if she or you needed my help—well, that I love you and that I am her brother as well as your husband." Edith held out her hand quickly “I know that you are -yourself. Tony,” she said "Forgive me for being such an irritable beast." “Mea culpa.” he said. "Just give me a kiss to seal the peace.” She offered her cheek to him, and he touched ft with, his lips. Perhaps he ought to .have gone, yet he still lingered, hovering about the room. Edith. lying back among her cushions with closed eyes, was acutely conscious of his every movement, and his presence so Irritated her in that hour of mental distress that Rhe came near halting him Good men and women little know how often their very qualities of heart lead them to stir up hatred in the. breasts of those they most would serve. Art Outbreak. He paused at the little writing table and toyed with the papers and trinkets there The crinkling of paper was more than Edith could stand "How Intolerably restless you are"' she cried. He sat down suddenly on the chair by the table, like a naughty child discovered in a forbidden act. "It seems as though I c/juld no noth ing right this morning. Edith,” he said, quizzically: She marie no answer, but clenched her little hands together tightly. After all, he meant no harm Rut to Barrington Inaction was impossible He turned the pages of the silver bl. ter lying before him Skillfully, as though they were the pages of some treasured picture book, and. coming upon a loole sheet of paper lying between them, hurst out irrepress ibly: "My goodness, Edith! What weird writing: What forgery hate you been practicing” With a startled cry. Mm Barrington started to her feet "What are you doing' 1 " st e cried. In a shrill voice "What has kept you here, peeping and prying '" With a stride that reminded the man Irresistibly of a cat, she was by his side, and had caught, by the wrist in a feverish grasp the hand that held the paper. bining the pannier, the Watteau pleat and a plain crossed bodice with short sleeves. The other dress of white and black shows the < amount of distorting gcod white charmouse will stand and, incidentally, what weird costumes women will wear if they have the label of a first-class dressmaker in the waistband. This frock is as tight around the feet as it is loose just below the hips. It Is supposed to be extremely smart, with its ir regular black trimming, which is carried out on side of the front as well. The skirt is draped or dragged (whichever expression you prefer) to the front and fastened with big embroidered ornaments. "Peeping prying” What on earth d’you mean?" There was more than surprise in the tones of Anthony Barrington's voice— there was a sharp note of anger: the eyes that looked up at his wife with a quick interrogation were alight with a look she had never seen in them before a look that brought home to her with unpleas ant emphasis the fatal Indiscretion of which she had been guilty Her grip on his wrist relaxed, and she gave a little exclamation which she strove with the poorest success to turn into a daugh; but her voice when she spoke trembled to tears -she was pain fully conscious of that "Ah. Tony, I'm sorry. But you know you have been so dreadfully trying today. What oh earth have you found.' What is that fearful-looking scrap of paper?" She saw at a glanrie what It was—even before Barrington held It up—the piece of paper on which last night she had practiced a disguised handwriting, prac ticed it for an hour or more, after her return from the river’s side, where she had gone In search of Betty, and all un wittingly stumbled on a lovers' meeting and the revelation of the fact that not only had Betty been present In the house In Tempest street, where murder had been done, but Rimlngton also. It had not taken hep long to realize how Fate had played into her hands and pro vided the victim which Levasseur de manded. His question, "What of your sister. Betty, eh?” was amplified Into "What of your sister Betty's lover?” Jack Rimlngton was the victim she needed. "That thou doest. do quickly." From time Immemorial it has been decreed that the traitor who strikes must strike with out delay, and already her anonymous let ter was speeding on Its way to Scotland Yard. Only what a fool she had been to give herself away so to Tony! There was nothing Incriminating In the piece of pa per he held.-only the words. "If you would like to know —" scribbled over and over again. "Well, are you «attsfleri that I have discovered no dark secret, my mysterious wife?" Barrington's voice was bantering, his expression perfectly normal, his eyes once again the merry , laughing eyes she loved Yet Edith was conscious by some furious Instinct that for on. r- his expression was a mask, that beneath his smiling banter Barrington was alert with a new and dan gerous suspicion. ”1 don't know what it is vet," she said, and iw.per her volt e matched his own in playfulness, but her hand trembled aa she snatched it from him When she spoke, however, the indignation in her tone was admirably simulated "Really, it's past endurance'" she ex claimed "That wretched Jane! This is the second time this week that I have dis 'covered her making use of my stationery. I must get Betty to reprimand her. Os Course, she Is not my maid—” She made as though to crumple the page in her hand, then laid it down again Dangerous Tones "I should reprimand her myself, Edith,” Barrington said, in a dangerously quiet voice. “She mdy not be your maid, but it Is your stationery, and such liberties lead sometimes to strange abuses. Reprimand her very severely—l should." Their eyes met for an instant, then to the relief of both the first luncheon bell rang Barrington moved to the door. Edith called him back. "Tony. boy. make my excuses, will you” 1 simply can , 't go to luncheon There would boa flare-up of some sort If I did. I can’t face dad when I have a head like this.” "Right-o! DI send you in a tray." She had not the courage to tell him that the very thought of food was repug nant to her. She was only too thankful to be rlri of his presence, to be freed from the glance of those shrewd eyes which seemed to read her through and through. As the door. Hosed behind him she flung herself back on the couch with a little sobbing breath of relief. Continued Tomorrow. Nadinola Talcum 8 WILL PLEASE THE MOST EXACTING There’s None Better Contains More Antiseptics Sets free just enough oxygen to keep the skin white, soft, smooth and healthy. Nadinola Talcum Powder is composed entirely of sanative ingredients. Soft as velvet Guaranteed By toilet counters or by mail 25 cents NATIONAL TOILET COMPANY. Pari.,. fw The Spoiled-Man Age By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. t i T~) UZZLED" writes as follows She can find to her own benefit that “We.are two young girls, fairly there are gay times with her father, , good looking, and of refined her mother, her brothers and sisters, family and manner. and her Sirl friends. ..... , ~ She can be so happy excluding him. After young gentlemen cal! once , , . ~ . that he will get off his pedestal and at- . or twice they keep away from us, or tetnp . t ., ; n when they promise to write, they never Perched up there, he takes no inter do so. est in the girl who tries to attract his “We act verv pleasantly and polite attention But he is interested in the to them. Whv do they act so and how eirl " h " la and lB ha PhY and «»>- tent, and who doesn’t show that she can we remedv it? v , l c . .. , knows of nis My dear'girl, you are H „ wants her to know that he is a living in the Spoiled-Man Age, and are royal personage, and h* climbs down to a victim nf that period. me»-t her. If she is indifferent to his Several generations ago put claims nf royalty, and cares not that h« Woman on a pedestal, and humbly belongs by all rights of man-worship knelt before it. on a P pflps,a l. be will become so inter- v UK- . u< ested in her he will never climb up Now he has put himself there, and r again many women, I blush to say. are ‘ • , if there Is anv one word I would kneeling before him. . , t , _. urge my girls to remember when a man There comes a time when he is older. .... , . , „ ... „ comes a-wooing. or when the man they or married, that he tumbles off with a . ...... r .u , u admire fai sto come, it is this: INDlF crash. but In his nin-feather days he p F . RFN( -. F Is securely and comfortably esconced there, and girls also of the pin-feather A Rea! Crowbar. age. do him homage. It is the one word in the English You are making the mistake made language that shakes a man loose from by many girls of your day and genera- his self-assurance and conceit. tfon. You are making an effort to win It arouses his interest, provokes his the attention of this little pfn-feath- pride, and makes him resolve to corn ered god pel the girl who shows it to take an You act "very pleasantly and polite” interest in him. to him: you could win his attention Having awakened him to the knc-wl- quicker If you were totally indiffer- edge (h3t he )g nos a k|ng , t remalns smile* and his frowns have wlth the * irl tn pp ntlnue his education, weight with you. and he sees It. As If Bhe continues Indifferent, thera a result, he gives you the frowns, and Plates into his brain the belief that , . .. ~ she is a queen, and the knowledge, that bestows the smiles on some girl who , . . ~_ . he will be honored above many If per is indifferent. ... . , , . . , , mitted to become one of her humble Over Your Head. subjects. He is looking over your head at the - girl who is not looking at him. He notes your anxiety to please him Therefore he decides that he can let JO-tO"DrltC iOKCS his attention stray from you and come Jr J back and give you the pleasure of his ■ ■ ■ company at any time it sulta him. „ Thpy Fay our n , w . maristratft !n . He is spoiled, badly spoiled. Time j u ]g PS f n mixed metaphors." said a lady will remedy all of that, but In the tn to a friend. terlm the days are dull for the girl “Flreadful!” exclaimed the other. "My who would like a good boy friend husband says it is much better to keep She can't reform all young men. The f n - one liquor.” task is too stupendous. But she can . reform those she knows by being in- "Life,” remarked the sententious different. bachelor, “is like a game of cards ” She can be indifferent at all times "It is more like a game of chess. She can show him that her good times from my point of view,” rejoined the are not dependent on his whim or his married man. "I invariably move once pleasure. | a year.” I f/ANTY ffigl DUUDGE vYn"’ Anty Drudge on Teaching ‘Rithmetic. TeacAer (in arithmetic class) —“Now, Mary, if your mother spent two hours boiling the clothes, three hours in rubbing them, and an hour to hang them out, how many hours would that be altogether?” Little Mary— “ Yes, but my’mama doesn’t boil the clothes. She washes them with Fels-Naptha in cool or lukewarm water, and she doesn’t have to rub them hard, either.” Anty Drudge— “ You’d better make the time shorter, Mistress Schoolteacher, when you give an addition question like that to a little girl whose mother knows the advantage of washing with Fels-Naptha.” Easy on the woman and easy on the clothes. That's why progressive women are washing their clothes with Fels-Naptha in cool or lukewarm water, in summer or winter. It’s easy on the woman because it does away with fires for heating water, makes hard rubbing unnecessary and takes less than half the time of the old ’way of washing. It’s easy on the clothes because there is no boiling to make the clothes tender, and no hard rubbing to wear them into holes before their time. Save yourself; save your clothes —use Fels-Naptha. Costs little money fora big cake,and lasts longer than ordinary soaps. In using it follow directions printed on the red and green wrapper.