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* 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 glow 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 he a less
Interesting companion than Robert. He
talked no more of his possible matri
monial ventures, but discoursed of his
jislness 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 the 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 hts departure, ask
ing if he might call again soon. She
said that he might, hut added, as she
had with Maynard, that she did not
know just now when she would have
another free evening. But. unlike May,-
nard, he did 1)01 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 ahe 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 ask
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 he had de
stroyed her ideal of him as a probable
husband. H 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, but 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.
"Mt 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
afternoon. "I have come to talk to you
with regard to something I heard a few
days ago. Is it true that you went
hiving with Robert Maynard'"'
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jury manifested itself after more fre
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ft was demonstrated that when the
surface halt, 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®hat un
scrupulous fakers have always taken
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ation. depending solely upon extrava
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from them sometimes exorbitant prices
for their so-called “cures."
Usually makers of worthless, poison
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ticle recipes” and so-called liquid
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tv the preparations were never used by
.. th- writers of the so-called testimo
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"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 mv word,
Helen, that is a peculiar term to use
in this connection. Your match-mak
ing tendencies cause you to appear ac
tually ridiculous! .lust because a man
whom I have met a few times asks me
to go for a drive with him. and we stop
fm tea on the way home, you say I en
courage 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 sax for some men.”
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 —
whlclj is not what most husbands do
for their wives. Perhaps 1 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 He r .
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 with 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 ts, after all. there might not be
some truth in her statements. Had not
Robert taken her to supper and brought
her home In 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 stings 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
vou. 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 het tongue, “1 am tired
of hearing of his wife, anyway: and.
besides that. I p buld 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
temneranee” 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. »Btr
your fi lend, 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 the maid an
nounced to. the startled pair:
"Air. Mavnard!"
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fake-dangerous preparations are short
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to avoid the use of any depilatory but
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All reliable dealers sell and recom
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By OLIVETTE
THESE two snapshots were mad c on the race
track at Longchamps. 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 sizrling 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 *he
figures, but 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” &
By Meta St mm ins, Author of “Hushed Up"
TODAY 'S INSTALLMENT.
“No. no. she has not confided in me:
and if she had”
“It is, naturally, no business of mine.”
Farrington said, quickly. "I quite realize
that. Edith: but you know how fond I am
of Betty, and I atn horribly clumsy, dear,
but I just wanted to say that if she or
you needed my help well, that I love you
both, 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 culna." he said. "Just give me
a kiss to seal the peace."
She. offered her cheek to him. and he
touched ii with his lips.
Perhaps h*» ought to have gone, yet
ho 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 tn that hour of mental
distress that she came near halting him
Good men and women little know how
often their very qualities of heart load
them to stir up hatred in tho breasts of
those they most would serve
An Outbreak.
He paused at the little writing table
and toyed with tho 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 could no noth
ing right this morning. Edith." he said,
quizzically:
She made nn answer, but clenched her
little hand® together tightly. After all,
he meant no harm But to Barrington
Inaction was impossible. He turned the
pages of the silver blotter lying before
him skillfully, as though they were the
pages of some treasured picture book,
and, coming upon a loose sheet of paper
lying between them, hurst out irrepress
ibly:
"My goodness Edith! What weird
writing' What forgery have you been
practicing? '
With a startled cry, Mrs Barrington
started to her feet
What are you doing?” she 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 < aught 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 good white charmeuse 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
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It is supposed to be extremely smart, with Its ir
regular black trimming, which Is carried out ot? side
of the front as well. The skirt Is draped or dragged
(whichevo expression you prefer) to the front and
fastened with big embroidered ornaments.
“Peeping prying 0 What on earth
d’you mean?"
There was more than surprise in the
tones of Anthon.' 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 Ids wrist relaxed, ami she
gave a little exclamation which she
strove with the poorest success to turn
into a laugh; 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 on earth have yoq found? What
is that fearful-looking scrap of paper?”
She saw at a glance what It was—even
before Barrington held it up—the piece
of paper on which last niqht 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 Rlmington also.
It had not taken her 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
Rlmington 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, arc you satisfied that I have
discovered n<» dark secret, my mysteriou
wife?"
Barrington's voice was bantering, his
expression perfectly normal, his eyes once
again the merry, laughing e.\<s she loved.
Yet Edith was conscious by some curious
instinct that for onep his expression was
a mask, that beneath his smiling banter
Barrington was alert with a new ami dan
gerous suspicion
“I don't know what it is set,’ she said,
and hoper her voice matched his own tn
playfulnt. but her hand trembled a
snatched it from him When she spoke,
however, the indignation in her tone war
admirably simulated.
“Really, It’s past endurance!” she ex
claimed. “That wretched .Jane! This is
the second time this week that 1 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 pag*
in her hand, then laid it down again.
Dangerous Tones.
I should reprimand her myself. Edith."
Barrington said, in a dangerously quiet
voice. “She may not be your maid, but it
Is your stationery, and such liberties lead
sometimes to strange abuses Reprimand
her very severely I should "
Their eyes met for an instant, then to
th** relief of both the first luncheon bell
rang Rarrington moved to th* door
Edith called him back.
“Tony, boy. make my excuses, will you?
I simply can't go to luncheon. There
would be a flare-up of some sort if I
did. T can't face dad when I have a head
like this.”
"Right-o! I'll send you in a tray "
She had not the courage to tell him
that th* very thought of food was repug
nant to her. She was only too thankful
to he ri«i of his presence, to he freed from
the glance of those shrewd eyes which
seemed to read her through and through.
As the door closed behind him she flung
herself hack on the couch w-lth a little
sobbing breath of relief
Continued Tomorrow.
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The Spoiled-Man Age
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
UZZLED” writes as follows:
| “We are two young girls, fairly
good looking, and of refined
family and manner.
“After young gentlemen call once
or twice they keep away from us, or
when they promise to write, they never
do so.
“We act very pleasantly and polite
to them. Why do they act so. and how
can we remedy it?”
My dear girl, you are unfortunately
living in the Spoiled-Man Age. and are
a victim of that period.
Several generations ago Man put
Woman on a pedestal, and humbly
knelt before it.
Now he has put himself there, and
many women, 1 blutfeh to say, arc
kneeling before him.
There comes a time when he Is older,
or married, that he tumbles off w’lth a
crash, but in his pin -feather days he
is securely and comfortably esconced
there, and girls, also of the pin-feather
age, do him homage.
You are making the mistake made
by many girls of your day and genera
tion. You are making an effort to win
the attention of this little pin-feath
ered god.
You act "very pleasantly and polite"
to him: y"ou could win his attention
quicker If you were totally Indiffer
ent.
Hts smiles and his frowns have
weight with you. and he sees It. As
a result, he gives you the frowns, and
bestows the smiles on some girl who
is indifferent.
Over Your Head.
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
his attention stray from you and come
back and give you the pleasure of his
company at any time it. suits him.
He is spoiled, badly spoiled. Time
will remedy all of that, but In the In
terim the days are dull for the girl
xvho would like a good boy friend
- She can’t reform all young m*n The
task Is too stupendous. Bu* she can
reform those she knows by being in
different.
She can be indifferent at all times.
She can show him that her good times
are not dependent on hie whim or his
pleasure. y
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Aoty Drudge on Teaching 'Rithmetic.
TeaeAer (in arithmetic class) —"Now, Mary, ff your
mother spent two hours boiling the clothes, three
hours in rubbing them, and fcn hour to hang then*
out, how many hours would that be altogether?”
Little Mary —" Yes, but my mama doesn’t boil Um
clothes. She washes them with Fels-Naptha in cool
or lukewarm water, and she doesn’t have to mh
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
docs 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.
She can find to her own benefit that
there are gay times with her father,
her mother, her brothers and sisters,
and her girl friends.
She can he so happy excluding him.
that he will get off his pedestal and at
tempt to break in.
Perched up there, he takes no inter
est tn the girl who tries to attract his
attention. But he IS Interested tn the
girl who laughs and Is happy, and con
tent. and who doesn’t show that, she
knows of his existence.
He wants her to know that he ta a
l oyal personage, and he clf.mbs down to
meet her. it she is Int'lfTerent to hia
claims of royalty, and cares not that he
belongs by all rights of man-worship
on a pedestal, he will become so Inter
ested In her he will never climb up
again.
If there is any one word I would
urge my girls to remember when a man
comes a-wooity. or when the man they
admire fails to come, ft is this: INDIF
FERENCE.
A Real Crowbar,
Tt Ls the one word in the English
language that shakes a man loose from
his self-assurance and conceit
It arouses his Interest, provokes his
pride, and makes him resolve to com
pel the girl who shows it to take an
Interest In him.
Having awakened him to the knoasd
edge that he is not a king, it remains
with the girl to continue his education.
If she continues Indifferent there
permeates into his brain the belief that
she Is a queen, and the knowledge that
he will be honored above many if per
mitted to become one of her humble
subjects. 1
Up-to-Date Jokes
"They say our new magistrate in
dulges in mixed metaphors," said a lady
to a friend.
“Dreadful!” exclaimed the ethen “My
husband says It ts much better to keep
tn one liquor.”
“Else,” remarked the sententious
bachelor, "is like a game of cards.”
'lt is more like a game of chess,
from my point of view." rejoined the
married man ’1 invariably move once
a year.”