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THE OEO&aiAW’S MAGAZIHE' PAGiL
€ Blind as a Kitten §
By Beatrice Fairfax
I HAVE received the full..wing letter,
and its perusal < .rises much re
gret that men walk the earth who
commit graver crimes than highway
robbery, but who are beyond the
clutches of the law
"I nm fifteen years of age and
I am in love with a gentleman of
forty-one. sth whom 1 be. .itm- ;I <--
quainter! about nine weeks igo. My
parents absolutely refuse to let him
call on me, -o .Itely h. has been
meeting me aft r r - hool. Last week
he asked me to elope with him. as
my parents would never consent to
us being married. -H<- is a very
nice man and has no bad habits.
He says he loV'S me dearly, but I
don't know what to do, as I am al
most afraid to tell him 'No.' And
yet I hate to deceive niy parents.”
This little girl is passing through the
same stage as the kitten. Horn with
Its eyes shut, nine days i ipso befoit it
opens them.
Her nine days of life have not elapsed
and I am much afraid that unless some ;
Wind providence intervene- -| ; . will
open them on a world of pain and sor
row and disgrace.
No man of forty-one loves a girl of
fifteen in the right way if he encour
ages ivr to oppose her parents, for
bidden her home, he shows every mark
of a villain in meeting her on the
streets.
He doesn't love her: he doesn't know
what love is. I do not believe he has
any intention of marrying her. If he
has, it is through some hope of mate
ria! gain.
She Doesn't Know.
With the girl as his wife, it would put
his talonlike hands on her father's
puree. He has "no bad habits," she
says. Poor little traveler on a strange
path! She doesn't know the worst of
habits may bo hidden under the most
beguiling of manners.
With an innocence ami ignorance that
are appalling, she is standing on the
brink of a precipice, and how her little
world will condemn her if she makes a
misstep in her blindness, and goes
over!
"I am almost afraid to tell him 'No,' "
she says, and therein lies a tragedy.
She knows down in her heart that his
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Anty Drudge Discovers Why George
Has No Appetite.
Anty Drudge— “What’ eaing dinner in this steamy,
smelly kitchen? I should think it would take your
appetite away.”
Mrs. Slow-—“I have noticed that George doesn't eat much
on washdays.”
Anty Drudge— “ How can he! Why don't you use
FelsXaptha? Boiling water isn't necessary; and
you'll he through your wash plenty of time to have
dinner in tin' dining-room. Or if you prefer tho
kitchen, there will be no steam or bad smells.'’
Talk about energy!
A half cake of Fels-Naptha soap can
display more energy in getting rid of dirt
in half an hour than an able-bodied
woman can in half a day.
But there’s this difference: Much of
the woman’s energy is wasted.
When she rubs clothes hard on a
washboard she wears out the clothes in
trying to rub out the dirt.
Fels-Naptha concentrates its energy
on the dirt —dissolves it into tiny particles
that are easily rinsed away —without
harming the most delicate fabric.
A id it does this in cool or lukewarm
water, without hot water or boiling, sum
mer or winter.
Do you prefer to supply the dirt
removing energy yourself or tw use that
stored up in a cake of Fels-Naptha?
If you choose the easier and better
bway, follow directions on the red and
green wrapper.
attentions are not honorable. She has
been weil brought up. and the warn
ings () f her parents ire ringing in her
ta rs whm site tltei ' s him.
Hut he is older, and commands all
the arguments and blandishm. ntß need
ed to v. in ti e heart of a child. She is
Haltered by his attention. She is
soothid b\ his praise. She is drugged
almost to the point of unconsciousness
by the little triumph of conquest his
preference gives her.
'•ne's guardian angels seem to be oft
en 1 . x in their attendance. and I am
sore afraid the guardian angels of this
little girl arc forgetting their charge at
a time when their vigil should be most
unceasing.
If her mother knew the heart of the
little girl letter, she would not issue a
i command, and then rest secure, believ
| Ing her command could not be dis
obeyed. She would KNOW that the
man who will make love to a girl twen
ty-six years his junior after an ac-
I 1 piaint.inee of nine weeks will not let a
i mother's ay. nr no have any weight.
Not Honorable.
If he were honorable, it would be a
different story. Hut the facts in the
ease prove he is not.
She would not pay "You must not" to
her daughter, and then sit back and
fold her hands. She would SEE that
her orders are obeyed.
She would know that the heart of a
girl Is willful: that, beginning with the
age of fifteen, girls begin to dream,
and they mistake many mon for the
hero of their dreams before the real
hero appears.
She .wouldn't expect a little blind
kitten to hoed an order to stay away
from the fire. She would remove ft
from all proximity to the blaze. And
she would take as final and decisive
action in saving her daughter.
Mothers often moan after the trage
dy, "I did not dream she would disobey
me.”
If the mother of this misguided little
girl reads this. 1 hope she will wake up.
"Dreaming" of absolute obedience, and
realizing willful disregard of com
mands, arc often the tragic order of
things. e
When a mother faces the realization
of the latter, with all its sad results,
she is often more to blame than the
little blind-kitten girl left in her
charge.
Freaks of, Fashion
The Girl With the Monocle 1
By OLIVETTE.
IF in passing by a jeweler’s window
you happen to see a gold-rimmed
monocle on a jewel studded velvet
ribbon, don't think that it is the last
whim of fashion for the modern beau.
It is Intended for the belle.
A few young women began affecting
monocles last winter, and set the fash
ion for a style that is startling, to say
the least, but which,
many followers.
Makes Eyes Bigger.
The wearing of a monocle is sup
posed to make the eye bigger. If you
wear your monocle for a long time,
provided, of course, you can keep it in
your eye, you will find that the eye
looks larger and Is wider open than its
fellow which does not support the mon
ocle.
The reason for this is because the
effort to keep the monocle in place
makes one stretch the muscles around
the eye. and elevate the brow while
keeping the eye open as wide as possi
ble. People are too apt to get about
with half closed Pyes, and many a pair
of beautiful orbs lose their expression
and brilliancy from the drooping, heavy
folds of skin which fall over the upper
eyelid. The monocle keeps this skin
stretched, and It is a good eye exercise
to wear one.
While silver and gun metal are the
popular mountings for the monocle, the
eyeglass can be worn without a rim of
any kind by the person who Is suffi
ciently skillful in keeping It in place.
The main thing about it is the ribbon, I
which should be quite wide and of |
grosgrain silk or velvet, ornamented [
at Intervals with small jeweled bars. |
For those who object to a monocle, the t
new lorgnettes are especially beautiful,
and one need not have poor sight to
indulge in them.
Creates an Impression.
A lorgnette creates an impression
even if there is only window glass in
the eyes.
The early fall will see the introduc
tion of a lot of mannish fashions in
dress which will go exceedingly well
with the single eyeglass. There is. for
instance, a delightful little jacket taken
from that of a Spanish bull fighter, a
plain black velvet affair, cut off just
above the waist, which has for its only
trimming a single row of silver buttons.
This little coat is worn over a plaited
shirt of fine linen with a turn-down col
lar of the same material and a stiff
little cravat of black. A wide black
satin sash is tied around the waist, the
long fringed edges falling at the side.
The velvet jacket goes with a skirt of
cloth or satin, or one of the same ma
terial.
The Robespierre collar' is another of
those fads which will probably be
passed by the autumn. though tne
vogue now is truly terrific. The high
collar opens In front with a deep, point
ed turnover, is made of velvet, satirfc.or
lace, and frequently of all three mate
rials.
A great deal of attention is being
paid to neckwear, and many a woman's
frocks and coats are not as valuable as
a single piece of lace or the combina
tion of laces which she wears around
her throat. A handsome autumn model
lof black cloth has the skirt looped up
at the back just below the knees, and a
short train. The bodice is tight fitting,
■short walsted, with t he long tight
sleeves, which will be fashioned for
simple frocks. The entire front of the
“The Gates of Silence”
Dy Meta Sim mins, Author of "Hushed Up"
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
A Message.
She spoke utterly outskie her rights
Edith was qu|te aware of that: but she
said nothing, and. carrying her bag, went
out into tlie gray afternoon that made
more gloomy still the gloomy Pimlico
street. She had not proceeded far west
ward before a man. whom she bad no
ticed loitering on the opposite pavement,
crosse.l the road and offered to carry her
bag
'1 thank you kindly. I'm sure. ’ The
landlady, considerably huffed by her
Betty's or on her father's charity.
She thanked him civilly, but declined,
and the man. as though satisfied by the
sound of her voice, by his quick scrutiny
of her veiled face, touched his cap and
apoke again.
“Mrs. Barrington," he said, and at her
aulck and quite unmistakable start of
recognition he added: "I have a message
for you from your husband. Mrs. Barring
ton. Will you be kind enough to take it?"
He held a sealed envelope toward her
as ho spoke, and. with fingers that trem
bled so that she could scarcely hold the
letter. Edith took it from him, opened It,
and read it there.
“If you care to come home —It Is still
your home," Barrington wrote: and then
: other words. In a shaken, scarcely recog
' nlzed hand: “Edith, for Heaven's sake,
i come home! Our child Is dvlng!—Tony."
Standing there in the street with the
roar of London s traffic tn her cars, with
the groat heart of London throbbing
about her, Edith Barrington looked into
t he eyes of Heath, and read in their cold
depths a choice.
Her child or the man In prison—to
whom lay her chief duty? To Jack Rini
fngton, the man she had trapped in her
c war lice to his death, for w hom every
minute meant the swift outrunning of the
brief sands of his life or to the child to
whom she had given birth?
Which path must she choose—which?
Even while she stood hesitating Edith
Barrington knew that In reality there
was no question of hesitation She must
go to her child. She must go to her
child, even .f it were not true —as It
couldn't be true! -that Phil, her little
Phil, was dying There was an impulse,
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A Style That Is Startling, To Say the Least.
dress is of very fine white embroidered
muslin shirred at tho belt, and gath
ered in at the throat under a white lace
bow. The belt is of black satin with a
huge buckle of pale yellow amber.
These enormous buckles in silver,
gilt, semi-precious or artificial stones
such as she had hover known before in
all her wayward life, urging her back to
tho house she had been such a fool to
leave
The gray vista of tho street came to
het through a mist; her eyes were fixed
eagerly on the face of the man who had
given her the note. who. .without asking
her permission, had already relieved her
of her bag. bit she saw nothing of it.
Her voice trembled when she spoke.
"In this note Mr. Barrington speaks of
-of illness in the house." she began, fal
teringly, and the man answered quickly,
saving her the agony of further question
ing:
"Vos: Master Philip is not well." Then,
seeing the terror in her eyes, he added,
soothingly: "But there is no cause for
immediate anxiety, I believe. The seizure
took place this morning."
Edith's heart gave a great bound of re
lief. She caught at the hopeful phrase,
ignoring the word "seizure." with its ugly
significance where a child is concerned,
i>f course there was not —Phil was as
strong as a lion and absolutely healthy.
Tony was exaggerating, as he always did
when the child was in question. Exag
gerating! She repeated the word to her
self. ami found comfort in it. What mat
tered. most was that his first thought had
been for her for his wife and Phil's
mother. That was a good sign a blessed
sign After all, perhaps, her flight had
borne good fruit—Tony had missed her.
"Shall I call a cab?"
The man's voice recalled her thoughts;
her mind was still a little clouded by
those drug mists. She nodded, and, as
though by prearrangement, a taxi loiter
ing along the center of the street drew ;
up at the curb. A moment later she was
in the cab, her bag at her feet, leaning
back against the cushions with a sense
of ease to which she had been a stranger
for many days She was going home
home! Tony needed her—Tony and their
child!
She ran up the steps of the house In
Princes Gate with the buoyancy of ex
pectancy A maid, not the butler, opened
the door and looked at her with glad eyes.
“Oh, ma'am." she said, quickly, "you’ve i
come In time. We dreaded that you ;
might be too late."
Mrs. Barrington started at her like a
woman turned to stone. It was true, I
' then.
"You expected me?” she said, stupidly, 1
are very much the vogue. In many of
the new models the short waisted ef
fect is retained by the bolero jacket,
while the waist line is lower than it
has been in seveial years, and marked
with one of these buckles either in
front or at the back.
and could have bitton her tongue out
after the words were uttered. She
watched the servant's face.
“Oh. ma'am"—
Edith did not wait to hear the conclu
sion of the sentence. At that moment
the housekeeper crossed the hall, and she
hurried to her.
Mrs. Marlowe's eyes were red as with
much weeping, and her hands trembled
visibly as they rested on the banister for
a moment.
"Mrs. Marlowe—tell me -tell me every
thing." Ed'th said, in a low. rapid voice.
“Phil I —l—had a letter front my hus
band—and the girl who opened the
door"—
Her face was as white as chalk, and
her voice had grown husky and thin, like
the voice of an old woman.
Mrs. Marlowe took iter hand and led
her into the library, which was empty.
If she knew nothing definite of the rupture
between husband and wife, she suspected
something. There had been many whis
perings and speculations 'among the serv
ants during this month's absence.
"The little master, ma'am? Yes, he’s
111. They—they're to know the worst to
day. He caupht cold on the journey."
"The journey? What journey? A cold?
Oh, thank heaven —I thought It was—l
thought—oh. I don't know what I
thought." E<Vth gasped, fumbling with
the fastenings of her coat, like a woman
fainting for lack of air.
The housekeeper went to her assistance
with trembling hands.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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She would get something back! She
would become engaged herself!
But to whom? She ran over a ij #t of
the young men she knew and dismissed
all of them. Not one had as.-.,
financial rating that would cal; f or
chests of silver and cut glass.
They were all the kind for whose
bride-elect her friends would select
such gifts as huck towels.
She would be a duchess!
True, no dukes were lying around
loose with whom she had speaking ac
quaintance, and all the dukes she read
about in the Sunday papers were mart,
gaged to some girl, or foreclosed.
She would invent a duke of her own'
Which explains how it happened the
next morning that Lysander John had
the shock of his life.
He had begun on his egg, after his
usual morning gamble whether -he in
terior was like soup or asphalt paving.
“I won,” he chuckled to himself, when
he cracked the shell and found macad
am inside.
Then he picked up the morning pa.
per. A glaring headline on the front
page over the picture of a fine looking
man and Daysey Mayme caught his
eye.
"American Girl Won a Title. The
Engagement Announced of Miss Dav.
sey Mayme Appleton, Daughter of Kin
Commissioner General Lysander John
Appleton, to the Duke DeLa Cham
pleaux.”
Lysander John gasped. He shook the
paper at his daughter in speechless be.
wilderment. He stuttered. He glared.
He tried to speak. He couldn't.
Then he slid off his chair to the floor
and knew no more.