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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 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' the one Maynard had
spent with her, remembering how that
had fled al! 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 hade her
good-night and took his departure, ask
ing if he might call again soon. She
siid that he might, but 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 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 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 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
with regard to something I heard a few
lays ago. Is it true that you went
Iriving with Robert Maynard?"
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It is astonishing and surprising that
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In spite of ell warning, it seems that
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It must be borne in mind that un
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I’sually maker- of worthier
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n Iton't be deceived or deluded by al
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tor.-. 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 wo stop
for t»a on the way home, vou 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 say 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 —
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 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 if. 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. sh<
resented anew Helen’s interference.
"It is no concern of mine whether
any man is stingy l or not,” she saiu
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. “I 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." quetled Helen coldly,
"have you become such a stickler for
temperance? 1 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. Bu
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 the maid an
nounced to the startled pair:
“Mr. Maynaid!"
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By OLIVETTE.
THESE two snapshots were made 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 slziling in th" sun. or
escaping from the summer shower, that busy person,
the wholesome manufacturer, is getting notes in Paris
for winter styles—and 'tero are two of the latest:
We are to have wide ■ skirts, to judge by one of the
figures, but the free use of our knees is still denied
us, at least in this model, which has a deep flounce of
darj< brown lace and satin over an ecru silk frock, com-
§ “The Gates of Silence”
By Meta Simmms, 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."
Harrington said, quickly. "I quite realize
that. Edith; but you know hnw 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 1 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 culpa,” he said. “Just give me
a kiss to seal the peace."
She offered her cheek to him, and he
touched It with his lips.
Perhaps he might to have gone. yet
he still lingered, hovering about the room.
Edith, lying back among her cushions
with closed exes, was acutely conscious
of his every movement, and his presence
so irritated her in that hour <»f mental
distress that she oame 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.
An Outbreak.
He paused at the little writing table
and toyed with the papers and trinkets
there The crinkling of paper was more
than Ediih could stand
"How intolerably restles.- 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 no answer, but clenched her
little hands together tightly. \fter all.
he meant no harm. Rut to Barrington
Inaction was impossible. Ho turned th' 1
pages of the silver bl- tor lying before
him skillfully, as though they were the
pages of some treasured picture hook,
and. coming upon a loose sheet of paper
lying between them, burst out irrepre- s
Ibly:
"My goodness. Edith? What wcjrd
writing? What forgery hai* you been
practicing?”
With a startled cry, Mm Barrington
started to her feet.
“What are you doing”" st e cried, in
a shrill voice. "What has kept vou here,
peeping and prying?” With a stride that
reminded the man irresistibly of a <••»?.
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 Wa'w.ij pleat and a plain
crossed bodice with short sleeves.
The other dress of white and black shows the
amount of distorting gcod white charmeuse will stand
and, incidentally, what weird costumes women will
xvear if they have the label of a first-class dressmaker
in the waistband. This fro- k is as tight around the
feet as- it is loose just below 1 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 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 you 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 night she had
practiced a disguised handwriting, prac
ticed it for an hour or more, after her
' return 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
I only had Betty been present in the house
<n Tempest street, where murder had been
done, but Rimington alto.
It had not taken her long to realize how
Fate had played into her hands and p-o- i
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
Rimington was the victim she needed.
"That thou doest, do quickly." From
time immemorial it has been decreed that 1
the traitor who strikes must strike with- i
out delay, and already her anonymous let- ■
ter was speeding on its way to Scotland I
Yard. Only what a fool she had been to 1
give herself away so to Tony! There was I
nothing incriminating in the piece of pa I
; per he held, only the words. "If you would I
I like to know —" scribbled over and over |
' again.
“Well, are you satisfied that 1 have
discovered no dark secret, my mysterious
wife?"
Barrington’s voice was bantering, his
expre s>on perfectly normal, bls ores once '
Tain the merry, laughing eyes she loved ,
Yet Edith nas eors'-kuis bv some ''•uriour
instinct that for on< ion was
a mask, that beneath bis smiling banter I '
Barrington was alert with a new and dan- 't
gemus m pl.-ion ,
"I don't know what it is yet." she said, ,
and Imrer her voice matched his own in |
plaj fulni. s, but her hand trembled aa she i 1
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 may 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?
I simply can't, go to luncheon. There
would be a flare-up of some sort If I
did. I 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 tel! him
that, the very thought of food was repug
nant to her. She was only too thankful
to be rid of his presence, to be 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 back on the couch with 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. I blush to say, are
kneeling before him.
There comes a time when he is older,
or married, that he tumbles off with a
crash, but in his nin-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
tlon. You are making an effort to win
the attention of this little pin-feath
ered god.
You act “very pleasantly and polite"
to him; you could win his attention
quicker if you were totally indiffer
ent.
His 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
who would like a good boy friend.
She can't reform all young men. The
task is too stupendous. But 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 his whim or his
pleasure.
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I TAnty 7/
\ji/pttUDGE
Anty Drudge on Teaching ’Rithmetic.
Teacher (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, hut 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 Drvdge—“Y ou'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.”
b —— -
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.
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 be 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 In the girl who tries to attract his
attention. But he IS interested in the
girl who laughs and Is happy, and con
tent. and who doesn't show that she
knows of his existence.
Ho u ants her to know that he ie n
royal personage, and he climbs down to
meet her. If she is Indifferent to hia
claim- 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-wooing, or -vhen the man they
admire falls to come, it. is this; INDIF
FERENCE.
A Real Crowbar.
It is 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 knowl
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.
Up-to-Date Jokes
“They say our new l magistrate In
dulges in mixed metaphors.” said a lady
to a friend.
"Dreadful!" exclaimed the other. "My
husband says It Is much better to keep
to one liquor."
"Life," . remarked the sententious
bachelor, "is like a game of cards ”
"It is more like a game of chess,
from my point of view," rejoined the
married man. "I Invariably move once
a year."