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BROADWAY JONES
J. Jon George M. CohanJ Play Now Running in New York
> Thrilling Story of “The Great White
A Way."
By BERTRAND BABCOCK.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
~ pvr - Jackson thanked father and
the first dinner party of
aor i \ in Innes Manor was at an end.
home with Clara, the judge
'„ jft together with Josie, and
Wallace started off in the tour
; which he had come from New
ing ' al 111
led at Josie as. close to
, ~s w ood. she wished him the con
good-night. There was still an
, new expression in her face.
Jackson as though he had
. some quality she could not un-
Trst oT. but Jackson couldn't penetrate
' ( ' n ' L ',. r ii o this new mystery.
PART XI.
THE ghost of old major tom.
\ ist Jackson was alone in the gar
.,f tones Manor. Behind him the
. , stood, its doors open and for
rotten and the light still streaming out.
wh ip asleep in the kitchen was the for
gotten Jimmie.
v he walked toward the sun dial which
. l t , Yr. of old Major Tom Jones had set
when he had brought his bride to
tie manor, Jackson felt only dazed.
The ,e was no pain with him, because
within a short time he had passed through
wide range of human emotion. But
gradually, as he sat on the old bench
near the summer house, his sensations
became more acute. There was first the
( .|n> of the renunciation, the sacrifice
that he had made. There was satisfac
tion in the thought that he at least was
“haring It with Josie.
But within a flash of time all that
perhaps feigned satisfaction had gone as
he thought of his office the next morning
and the following morning, and many
mornings after that—a whole lifetime of
mornings Would Josie be there? Prob
ably not. If she were, what exquisite tor
ture' And if she were not, what a color
less existence.
MAJOR TOM'S GHOST.
And then came back the feeling that he
would tear the girl from the midst of
the contending emotions and motives
which kept them apart.
He was on his feet when a rustle in
the shrubbery startled him. Tie fancied
he saw a dim, white form there, half
emerging from the underbrush and half
in relief against the trees.
The ghost of old Major Tom!
In spite of tlie agony of that night,
Jackson smiled. The ghost was the only
thing that bad been lacking
And then the ghost came toward him.
In a shaft of light that fell from an
upper window Jackson saw that it was
Josie Josie with her yellow hair stream
ing on either side just as it had fallen
down. Josie in a rough old coat, Josie in
thin slippers. A woman would have noted
and have said that the girl had been
standing before her mirror, preparing to
retire, when some sudden impulse’ had
made her snatch whatever was at hand
and rush out.
While Jackson —now no more Broadway
—stood motionless, two arms went about
his neck and a voice, low and vibrant
with the emotion of the moment, as ever,
poured into his ear:
“Dear. I ll go down into the depths with
you. If you go back to Broadway. 11l
go with you. But while you live I'll be
with you."
:: A Nightmare of Love ::
By Beatrice Fairfax
IF there is a girl somewhere in this
big world whose hair is auburn
and who fears that the fervent
"lor of her locks may drive Love away,
let her read the following letter and
take hope:
"I am a young man very much In
love with a young lady two years
my Junior. We became engaged
while she was visiting In New York
but she went away to Pittsburg and
didn't tell me she was going, and
didn't send me a postcard. She is
now back in New York, and my
best friend is calling on her. Would
\ Do You Know-
Eighteen thousand bricks can be man
ufactured by steam iu ten hours.
A good cure for increasing baldness
to rub the affected part with the fol
-I'ing ointment: One part ammoniated
'U'-ieury uimment. four parts benzoated
lard.
i.nglish hors and girls are shortly to
own republh in Dorset. Plans
at" now being made for tjte founding of
ii where children will have their
"’’ ll Parliament, courts and the police
1,1 tact, u miniature state—managed
IX youthfid citizens. The scheme is an
f ■ intent -on tlie lines of the “George
Juni< ’> Republic” in America —in the
"location of boys and girls who are at
> r M iit sent to industrial schools or re
'ormatories.
h Soino idea of the power of an air
.,v |„, B . ainpd froni t|)e flll | ow j ng
I' takes a powerful locomotive
‘ ! ”>K a train of ton passenger cars a
'' "I' i' of about five miles to reach a
si xty miles per hour on a
’ 'ig'iit and level track. The brakes will
s - 1 ' same train from a speed of
" liles per hour in 700 feet. Rough
;. " ,uay be stated that a train can be
~J ll "' brakes in about three
‘ i "I Hie distance that must be
CUVered to give it its speed,
. i are probably the longest trains
m. ■ • . are now being worked
•■ebigh \ alley system in Penn-
I 'a Recently a train composed of
V . ' " ,ls dispatched from the Perth
at o' ' ks ,o the distributing yards
The train was 7,000 feet.
hngi|. ... i ,n ! * H,l|J 11 quarter, in
ti c a , ” " I 'motives pulled it, and
as “ "Pusher." Tim
. , | ''"‘’ating trains of his length
i’ ' s, ‘<>rtag! of ti tlmin n in
i The spirit of sacrifice stirred within the
man.
“No, no: you can't; you mustn't." he
said.
But the girl went on, still her arms
about his neck and her lips close to his:
“Don’t you see. dear, the sacrifice you
made when you decided that even if 1
were willing you wouldn't take me? Oh,
you didn't say so, but I have thought it
all out. Don't you see that the sacri
fice you willed proves to me that you will
never be as before—that you will have
the strength to fight and to win if there
, Is any enemy to fight. Don't you see.
dear? Why, it’s as plain as day."
“I shouldn't—l know 1 shouldn't,"
murmured Jackson. "I ought not —”
And then the kindly beam of light from
the nearest window cast but a single
, shadow.
TEN YEARS LATER.
“Broadway” Jones was again on Broad
way. But he was not alone. By his side
was his wife, and to each of rtis hands
• slung a child. A third walked slightly
behind Josie, gazing back at the wonders
' they passed, and ahead of them trudged
a strudy little boy. All of the members
of Jackson’s family were hungry, but they
passed without noticing Speary’s or Bec
, tor’s or the new ami splendid Tanley’s.
' Into a side street turned the little pro
cession. eventually to almost fill a little
restaurant, where the sole waiter looked
1 startled, as if so many patrons had never
I entered the place together before.
' i It was Jackson, not Josie, who crumpled
’ up the smaller children’s bread and pushed
it into their cups. Josie herself watched
him with a strange smile on his face.
STILL ON THEIR HONEYMOON.
’ Suddenly her husband raised his head,
and In his turn smiled. All were now
comfortable at the table.
“Do you know, dear, what today is?”
’ he asked.
’ Josie’s brow almost frowned as she tried
to recall.
“Surely, dear,” she said, "it isn't the
anniversary of our engagement. That is
a little more than three weeks off.”
The old humor rested softly in the
man's eyes.
; ‘How quickly woman, that is the In
spiration to man, forgets." he said.
Josie still searched her memory.
“Oh, I know,” she said. "It must be the
‘ day for the new dividend of the men. or
. the anniversary of the new school, or the
. anniversary of the hospital—no, it can't
be any of those."
“No," said Jackson; "it’s nothing as
trivial as that.”
And he drew gently from his pocket a
little time yellowed packet, whose cover
ing was broken, and held it aloft so that
she read: “Jones’ Pepsin Wafers.”
1 "Why, where did you get that?" she ex
claimed. “We manufacture so little gum
at the plant nowadays; all of those real
1 useful things require so much of the
floor space."
“Don't you rememfber,” said her hus
i band, “you gave me that packet on the
' first night we met, and a little later you
said—”
He passed one of the wafers to each of
his children.
“Hand it down to your children, and
their children, and so on and so on—" he
quoted.
And a few moments later the waiter
was telling the cook that for the life
. of him he couldn't see why a honeymoon
. couple should borrow four children.
THE END.
t it be proper for me to call, too, as
i she has never told me our engage
t ment is broken, and 1 can not sleep
, nights, as I always see her red hair
in front of me?’’
One of the most distressing of all
spectacles is a girl pursuing a man, yet
letters like this give proof that pursuit
is what some men need. Not many,
but just a few like this great big. blun
dering, snail-like man.
He was engaged to a girl; she left
town; he made no attempt to And out
why, though he still loves her to such a
maddening degree that he can't sleep
nights, as he always sees Tier red hair
in front of him. He knows another man
is trying to win her, yet he delays tak
ing action till he learns if action is
justifiable.
Does he think he can win her by
. standing still and moaning?
He can't sleep nights, he says, and
he seems to be making up for it by
sleeping in the daytime!
The little god Cupid is armed with
bow and arrow. There never would
' have been such a happy word as “court
i ship” in the world's vocabulary if this
little god of love lay awake all night tn
■ the anguish of unrequited affection and
■ yawned all day.
He has weapons to bring down his
victims, and he uses them.
' The writer of the above letter, who.
' for the time being, is Cupid's under
study. also ha> weapons, and he must
use them. He must call on this red
haired vision of his waking dreams, and
tell her of the unhappy plight into
which his love for her has plunged him.
He must be her escort on every oc
casion on which she will grant him the
privilege: he must send her candy ami
flowers as if they were so many ar
rows; he must consult her wishes in al!
things, and he must so surround her
with his love that she will lose all de
sire to ever escape from it by forget
ting him in Pittsburg.
The love of a red-haired girl is well
worth the winning. Her love is fervent,
like he rhair. She is generous to a
fault; she is warm-hearted; she is true
Her love, once won. shows more lasting
qualities than the love of either a
, blonde or a brunette. She loves tor
life!
Because of all this. I am sorry that
the man who loves her so maddeningly
is so timid. He needs just the force of
character the color of her hair indi
cates she* possesses to become a real
man. But he will never win her by
sleepless nights and days that ate de
voted to yawns.
Women Can and Do Achieve Beauty, Says Fay Wallace
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By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.*
IT happened thjit I got to see Miss
Fay Wallace very early in the
morning, before that long, reddish
mane of hers was tucked up in a
grown-up manner.
At the time, her hair was tied with a
big bow of ribbon, and hung down her
back over a negligee of apricot- olorcd
silk and ecru lace. The hair and the
silk went beautifully together, and I
found myself studying Miss Wallace's
clever color atraiigement of walls anti
hangings and cushions, which is all
made to form a most artistic back
ground for this little girl with the red
hair, as she calls it. though it is more
auburn.
Miss Wallace has considered this
question of color very seriously. It is
reflected in the light gold color of the
walls, and in the old rose of the cush
ions, in touches of tarnished gold and
brown in the walls. Everything in the
room goes with that hair and brings
out the faint color in Miss Wallace's
white cheeks and the deep brown of her
eyes.
"A girl with ied hair has to study
herself more carefully than the decided
blonde or brunette type,” explained Miss
Wallace, when I congratulated her on
her color scheme.
"I adore colors, and I do try
to get the right combinations, and I am
always experimenting to see if I can't
find anything better.’ Colors should be
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By Beatrice Fairfax.
MOST DECIDEDLY NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Is it right for a girl of seventeen
to go out to the theater with a
young man she flirted with, as he
was very nice the first night she
met him? DOUBTFUL.
A girl of seventeen (or of any other
age) should not flirt. It is a dangerous
sport.
Under no circumstances should she
accept attentions from a man met in
such away.
AN UNUSUAL REQUEST.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Kindly suggest a form for the an
nouncement of an engagement to
be mailed to friends and relatives
by a young couple announcing their
own engagement. K. C. C.
It is customary for the parents of the
bride-to-be to make an announcement
of her engagement. If she is an orphan
tile duty falls on an older sister o'
brother, a near relative or a friend.
This girl can not lack all these. Such
an announcement made by the relative
neatest her would be in better taste
than if made by the girl heiself.
GO TO H%R MOTHER.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young man 21 years old
and in love with a girl one year
younger. Every time I make an at
tempt at corresponding, or meeting
her all my plans are frustrated by
• her mother.
1 am at a loss to know her rea
sons, although it may be due to the
fact that I remain out after con
ventional hours. This is a neces
sity, as I must have recreation and
1 tan not attain this desire unless 1
stay out late, as I work nights and
my time is not my own until 11:30
o’clock.
I look ahead with sincere hopes
of making this girl my wife, for she
is the only one in the world for me.
Os late 1 have tried every means
conceivable to communicate with
her bm my efforts have proven fu
tile. T. A.
Unless her mother krmws all this, she
has every reason for objecting to at
tentions given her daughter after 11:30
at night. Go to her, show her your in
tentions are honorable. Prove your
ability to care for a wife, and I am
sure she will listen to you with under
standing and sympathy.
Fay Wallace, the
Auburn - Ha red
Beauty, in “Ready
Money,” at ths
Maxine EJliot the
ater, New York.
used to make om- look one’s very best.
It is wonderful v. hat a girl can i;u now-
■ aday.- to transf mi 1> rself into a wom
l an of real charm ami beauty. It seems
s all a matter of an intelligent work and
I will power.
"I knew a girl who was absolutely
plain some yea s ago. Nobody admit-
I ted that she had the slightest claim to
• beauty. She was both awkward and
homely. Yet. a year or s > after I had
; first seen her, she was considerably im.
s proved, and in another twelve months
■ she had grown into an absolute beauty.
• a woman who commands attention and
I admiration.
! "Now. this git! had achieved beauty
t by hard work, careful diet amt exercise,
! kept her complexion and figure perfect.
■ She had studied the art of dress, exact
ly as you would take up a course In a
foreign language or mathematics.
"When it came to gestur and post.
‘ she was perfect: having very few good
i points to start with, she studied them
and made the most of them, and in
those things which eve: y girl can con-
i trol. her walk, the grace of her carriage,
the charm of manner, she was abso-
' lutely perfect.
■ "As for color, she had mastered the
art of making that a flattering setwant,
which called attention to her looks an I
pointed to the individuality of her type.
The best tiling about her was that you
did not feel that she had worked to
create an effect. She seem d perfectly
natural. She had studied how to be
beautiful, how to move, how to dress
herself becomingly, and then she seem
ed to think no more of the subject.
“That, to me, is a great accomplish
ment, to be unconscious of any effort
you have made to enhance your looks."
Miss Wallace was certainly quite ob.
livious to the pretty picture she herself
made, as she snuggled in a big chair
with cushions of old rose tucked behind
her. and framing that reddish hair of
hers.
"You might tell the other girls who
are worrying about their red hair what
colors you have found most becoming,”
I suggested.
"In choosing' colors, most women go
by their hair alone,” she went on. "But
It's really more important to favor the
complexion. Fed red-headed people ad
mit that they can wear rose color, but
I find all the pinks, especially the sal
mon shades and the dull old rose shade,
bring color to my cheeks and fade out
the freckles which always come in the
summer time.
"Take a large black hat and face it
with pink; that is much more becoming
than the violent contrast of black vel
vet which so many people insist on. if
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your coloring is very delicate and your
style is dainty rifther than impressive,
violent contrasts are too striking and
they are apt to overpfftver the small
woman. I think they should be left for
a very large woman.
"Os course, the girl With red hair can
wear all the grays she wants to, and
the reddish browns that shade into Iter
hair. I do not believe that dead white
is becoming to her: it certainly isn’t to
me. so 1 always choose ivory or a
cream colored tint.
“Almost every one you see wears
something snow white about the neck—•
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lace or satin, or whatever the material
may be. The skin always looks yellow
by contrast, no matter how fair it really
is. and personally I always insist on
having lace of that nice antique color,
even if it is brand new. You know how
you can get that color, by the way; it’s
very simple. If your lace is good, mix a
little orris root with a little powdered
saffron until you have the color desired,
then rub it into your lace. Have enough
of the powder to coyer the lace, and
leave it for several hours; then shake it
out well and brush it. Your white lace
will have taken on a lovely old lace
tone, which is most becoming, and will
be delicately scented besides.
"The colors that I find most effective
are not the brand new vivid colors, and
seldom the fashionable shade of the
moment, but rather the dull, faded col
ors, which have lost that harshness
and brilliancy, beside which both hair
and complexion look dim. The most
beautiful colors in the world to me are
the dull and failed blues and grays in
Chinese embroideries.
"The girl with red hair has a wide
range of color to choose from, if she
will stick to the soft shades, and not
try to dim the brilliancy of her hair by
a violent and startling contrast.”
A Londoner was once dining with a
Yorkshireman in a restaurant. The
latter, true to his natural habit, kept
turning round to see if his hat and
coat were all right,
"Look here, old chap,” said the Lon
doner. at last, “do you think any one
is going to steal our hats and coats?”
‘'Well.” said the Yorkshireman, “I'll
take good care they don’t have mine,
out yours went ten minutes ago."
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Ry William F. Ktrk
T WAS reading a funny thing the
other day about Mister Sir Wal
ter Scott,” said the Manicure
Lady. “It told how he met Mister
Byron, and when Byron called him Mis
ter Scott he said, 'Call me, Walt, kid;
call me Walt.'”
"I ain’t interested much in them po
ets.” said the Head Barber, “because I
hear so much about the stuff that your
brother is all the time writing. I am
so used to listening to poetry that I
am beginning to dodge any sentence
that begins witli a capital letter and
ends with a rhyme.”
"The only reason I mentioned it, kid
do,” said the Manicure Lady, “was to
show that even the poets knows how to
be as democratic as Mister Wilson. You
know a lot of people think that be
cause a man can make up verses he is
ging around all the time with his head
up in the air, making a noise like an
earthquake. Nothing could be no far
ther from the truth than that, George.
Wilfred is one of the most democratic
fellows that you ever seen. Os course,
I don't mean to say that he is as great
a poet as a man like Mister Sir Walter
Scott, but I will say that the poor kid
Up-to-Date Jokes
“I'm not afraid of woman suffrage,"
said little Ginks. “My wife is a mili
tant suffragette, but up to date I am
Julius Caesar in my house.”
“I guess you are. I guess you are, ’
said Wiggles. "There ain’t many
dearer ones than Julius Caesar in this
world."
Mildred, who had a small friend to
spend the afternoon with her, found
that the care of her little brother in
terfered with their plans. John showed
a tiresome persistence in joining their
games. Meeting but little encourage
ment, he asked at last, somewhat wist
fully:
“Milly, can't I play something?"
"Yes. John.” she replied firmly. "Go
into the back room and play you’re dead
for an hour and a half.”
'Toadies and gentlemen.” said the
manager, before the curtain, “it is my
unpleasant duty to "inform you that Mr.
C . the star comedian, owing to,ill-
ness, will not be able to appear to
night. His system has had a very se
vere shock, and he is suffering from
nervous prostration.”
“What's the matter?" shouted one of
the gods from the gallery. “Did ye pay
him in advance?”
An English clergyman turned to a
Scotsman and asked him:
"What would you be were you not a
Scot ?”■
The Scotsman said: * 7 Why, an Eng
lishman, of course."
Then the clergyman turned to the
gentleman from Ireland and asked him:
"And wiiat would you be were you
not an Irishman ?”
The man thought lor a moment, and
said:
“I'd be ashamed of meself!”
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has some ideas of making up rhymes
like 'I was strolling in the park and
it almost broke my heart when from
her I had to go, for it left her all alone!
That’s the kind of a poet that Wilfrel
is. George, but just the same he's m|
brother, and if anybody around here id
going to knock his poetry I guess it will
have to be me. He wouldn’t rest easy
if he thought one of you barbers wal
picking any flaws in his verses.” |
"I don't care one way or the other,i
said the Head Barber, wearily. "I ha a
an uncle once out in Arizona that use!
to write som verses. His and
brother had a ranch together. He
the verse writing for the firm and hil
brother did the work. It worked alt
right for a little while, because the one;
that wrote the verses kept bulling th«
other brother that some fine day onel
of the magazines would buy enough or
his verses to help him buy anothe|
ranch. The poems kept coming back
like one of them there boomerangs, ano
at last the brother that was doing- all'
the work took a good, healthy kick as
the brother that was writing all the
poetry, and the partnership dissolved!
I don't say that poetry writing ain’t a
grand art. if you can get a little sugar'
for the sweet thoughts that you wilted
but somehow or other it seems to ms
that the uncle who did all of the work'
around the ranch was a lot more useful!
than the guy that was wasting a good!
fountain pen."
“Well, you have talked quite a while,'t
said the Manicure Lady. “Now, let ms
say a few words. I think poets is kind
of useful sometimes. The old gent ha®
went Into the canned goods business,
and Wilfred has wrote him eight poems
about the special brands of canned stuff
that father is going to sell. One of the
verses goes;
All of Johnson's good* are canned I
And their flavor is simply grand.’ ” ‘
"That ain’t bad,” said the Head Bar-’
ber.
“You bet il ain't,” declared the Mani-'
cure Lady. "You see, George, brother
has been canned so often that it comes
natural to him to write about canned
goods.”
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