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Queen of a Band of Clever Crooks: That Is Mary Turner, Heroine of The Gripping New Serial Which Benigs on This Page TO-MORROW. IPs the One Best Bet in the Fi MARRIED LIFE The Third Year Warren’s Sister Curtly Refuses to Help Helen Entertain Their Cousin By MABEL HERBERT URNER. rELL -weVro ■ not going to stand for this,” declared Warren grinjly., "If she ean’t got up and have breakfast with u>. she tan do without.” “But. dear, she’s vised to having her cofee and '.oast in bed,” ven tured Helen. "She says it makes her head at• he to get* up without it, and that her mother always lets her sleep until nine." "Piffle: If Aunt Emma wants to si>oil her. all right, but -she'll get no • humoring here. That’s all rot about her delicate health. She looks stronger than you do, and I’m not going to let you waif* on her.” It was so rarely that Warren con sidered her. that Holqn felt a faint glow of pleasure at this "Now you tfdl her to-day." he per sisted, "that hereafter ahe’U have to .iave her breakfast with us." ✓ “Oh,. I hate to do that, she’ll write back to Aunt Emma that we"—— "Don’t care a hang what she writes hack. If we’ve got to have her here for two or three weeks, we’re not going to do any * xtra humoring. Understand?” "Hush, dear, if she’s awake, she may hear, you.” "Do her good :f she does. What’s the matter with these eggs? Don’t poach very well, do they?" “ 34 Cents a Dozen. “Why, they should—-they’re, white leghorns, l paid thirty-four cents a dozen." Then after a moment’s pause, "Dear, don’t you think Carrie ought to ask her there for a few days?” Warren shrugged hfs ghoulders. Like the rest of the family, he stood -nmesvhat in awe of his married sister. "Don’t know. Carriers not keen on having com paan v ?’’ "Wei],. we’re not either, and 1 don’t see why we should be expected to do it all. Carrie’s to call this afternoon, •nd if she doesn’t invite her I’d like to hint in some way that we think she should. Would that.be all right?” anxiously., c "Fire ..ahead,, but.. I don’t think Car- rie’ll take, .any of youF hints. Wonde. if I’ll need' an overcoat this morn ing?" as he rose from the table. "Oh. yes. you’d better wear it. You’re not over your cold yet.” W’hNi she had seen Warren off Hejteth*.- went to Alice’s door.. There was,jio answer at first, ^bu^ a louder knock brought i sleepy. ‘'Come in.” The disordered room grated on Helen, and she gift need disapproving ly at the clothes strewn about. "Alice, It’s ten minutes after nine." ’she said coldly, picking irp a skirt from the floor. "Oh, is it that late?” yawned Alice. She was undeniably pretty, lying, there .with her jpng braids over the pillow and a fgjr.t pink. tfii^h ip her checks. "But . l*fn so sleepy A- do 1 have to" to get up just Vet?” ,pet Up for Breakfast. "It puts Maggie back so with her w ork. Warren was saying this morn- 1% that he’d rather -you’d get up |p have breakfast with us.” couldn’t eat a thing if I did." de- IWely, "and I’d have a dreadful liead- e. But I’ll get up now, as soon as brings my breakfast." Maggie grumblingly prepared arsi car- in Vk* tray. She had takes « <le- d dislike to this suast. who demand - o much waiting on. ‘ousin Helen, will you lend me a jau^ng iron?" called Alice a little later. |rgot to bring any." "Why, I haven’t one," answered Helen. “1 never use an iron." • "Well, I’ve simply got to have one! I was too sleepy to roll up my hair last night. I wonder if Maggie hasn’t one?" • "I’m sure I don’t know," coldly. But Alice was not i<» be discouraged, and with a kimono thrown about her she ran out to Maggie, returning with a curling iron. "Oh, Cousin Helen," she called again. The True Source oi Beauty is, and must be, good health. Sallow skin and face blemishes are usually caused by the presence of impurities in the blood—impurities which also 'cause headache, backache, lan guor, nervousness and depres sion of spirits. If, at times, when there is need you will use you will find yourself better in every way. With purified blood, you will improve diges tion, sleep more restfully and your nerves will be quieter. You will recover the charm of sparkling eyes, a spotless com plexion, rosy lips and vivacious spirits. Good for all the fam ily, Beecham’s Pills especially Help Women To Good Health Sold every where. In boxes, 10c., 25c. •Ti, • larked dale of any mctPcine. The direction* v. ich every box. point the way to good health. "where shall I heat it? There isn’t any gas here, is there? Haven’t you an alcohol lamp?" But there was no lamp and no way to heat the curler except by the gas range in the kitchen. So Alice propped a hand glass on the kitchen window and began to curl her hair. Helen was furious at tlie thought of any hairdressing in the kitchen, but she was helpless to object. Found Scarf Burned. Hater when she went In to straighten up Alice's much disordered room, to her dismay she found a burnt place in the dresser scarf where the hot curling iron had been left. It had scorched through the linen and scarred the polished ma hogany underiveath. With a voice that quivered with indignation she called Alice, who was in the front room look ing over some fashion magazines. "Alice, how COULD you be so care less? Do you see what you’ve done 0 ’ pointing to the burnt place in the scarf. "Oh. did I do that? I'm awfully sorry,” lightly. Her indifference increased Helen’s re sentment. and she added sharply "And, Alice, 1 wish you would try to keep your things more orderly, I’ve given you those two bureau drawers and one side of the closet. If that's not enough. I’ll give you another drawer, but you really must put your things away. I haven’t time to pick up after you, and you can't expect Maggiy to." Then Helen felt that she had said too much. After all, Alice was her guest; so she added apologetically: "You see, we don’t 'have the room here that you had in Dayton. These apartment# have such small closets fhai I’ve had to keep everything put away, or we couldn’t get around." Just here the phone rang, and Helen hurried to answer it. It was Carrie, who had called up to say she would be over right after luncheon, as she was going away to a tea later In the after noon. From then until Carrie came, Helen kept pondering over how she could bring up the subject of having Alice spend part of the time with her. Carrie Appeared Interested. Carrie, who was always well-dressed, came in a new spring suit and a most expensive looking hat. She seemed in terested in meeting Alice, and asked her many questions about the condition of things in Dayton. Alice was vain enough to enjoy being the center of interest, and was never tired of repeating her stories of the flood. And Helen noticed that each lime she added new details and exagger ated a little more the horrors they had been through. "And how long do you expect to be hero?" inquired Carrie, voicing the ques tion Helen had been wanting to ask ever since Alice came. "Why, I really don’t know. Mother thought it would be better for me to stay away till they got the house in shape again. Everything’ll have to be thoroughly cleaned and all the rooms done over." Helen heepd here that Carrie would say somrt-bing about wanting Alice to ; spend some of the time with her, but j Carrie carefully refrained from making sicy such remark. Jus* before she left, under the pre text of showing her a new' center-piece, Helen got her in the dining room alone. "Carrie," she began abruptly, "we don’t know just how' long Alice will be here, but I thought it would be nice if she could divide her visit—spend jiart of the time with you." "Oh, no!" Carrie’s voice was sharp and decisive. "I couldn't think of hav ing her now. We re getting ready to repaper and paint—it wouldn’t be at all convenient." "Well it hasn't been very conveni ent for us." stiffly "But Warren and L telt that since Aunt Emma had all this trouble and things were still so bad in Dayton we ready ought to help her by taking Alice. And it seems to me that even if it is a little inconveni ent you might have her for part of the time.” "I can't see that at all," answered Carrie, more coldly "if you didn't w'anf , Alice you shouldn't have had her come 1 on. Aunt Emma wrote me and f wrote back very frankly that it wouldn't be convenient." "Oh, then. Aunt Emma DID ask you!” 1 exclaimed Helen in astonishment. "Of course, she did; but I didn't see J that we’re under any obligations to her —we’ve never visited out there" - “We haven't, either," broke in Helen, "but l thought we ought to try to help her now." "Well, if you think that, all right but you needn't expect anything from me. I’ve always thought Alice was a spoiled, selfish girl*, and even if we weren't repapering. 1 don’t think I’d want her. And you can tell Warren just h<*w i feel about it." "Yes. I shall," icily, feeling that she bad never disliked Carrie as much as she disliked her now Helen Kept Her Word. And Helen kept her word. As soon as Warren came and she could get him alone she told him just what Carrie had sa i dk "Well, why in the Sam Hill did you ask her?" he demanded irritably. "1 told you Carrie wasn't keen on visitors." "Why, <i*»ar; i asked ,vou if it would be all right to speak to her about it and you said it would." "Well, Carrie’s dead right! If we've brought- her on here—it's up to us to keep her and not try to put her over on somebody else. But that 's like vou— you lawavs begin by wanting to do big things and then fizzle out in the end." Smarting at the injustice of this, Helen began an indignant "Warren, you know I'd nothing to do with Alice coming here. Your Aunt Emtna wrote asking if she might visit us. and you’’- — "Oh. cut it’ Once you get started there’s no shutting you off See if you ean’t hurry up dinner—I didn't have any lunch.’’ v: OTO oto The Great Charm of Naturalness An Interview IIV// Miss I alii I alh, the English Beauty o?o c5b MISS VALLI VALLI IN TWO CHARfrflNG POSES In the small picture on the left England’s . xp.mciit of t un ]»•■■. ty shows an attitude of affectation which she <!. ;• < nd < oiitinue guard** against. The other pose show s her i-- m-niral !f. By LILIAN LAUFERTY. A EE you pathetic little p > k and white would-be beauties who march up and down Peachtree or Whitehall of a sunny spring day —don't you want to know now to be really pretty? Don’t you want to be —not a gaslight" belle—but a sweet girl who can brave Old Sol's bright rays in the calm assurance that he is revealing beauty, not betraying beau ty secrets? Compels Sympathy. Well, then—BE NATURAE. Nat* uralness does not seem to be the fad of this moment, but it will have its day soon, I think, for we have a won derful exponent of natural charm and the charm of naturalness prominently before us now. This is Mi s V.alli Valli, the actress now playing in New York in "The Purple Road." As Wanda, the little maid of Vien na, who loved Napoleon wisely—if too well for his deserving Valli Valli is an exquisite, sympathy-compelling figure. ‘How do you do it?" I asked. "How do you hold all of us throbbing and waiting, as you stand in your simple gray frock on the grand staircase in Napoleon’s palace, while all around are magnificent women in imperially gorgeous clothes?" "Naturalness anti feeling.” began; the girlish star, and then broke off: “Oh, do I hold you like that? I want to so—I am so glad." And then we both laughed at the unstudied exhi bition of her pet "naturalness.” "Ah, but I do believe in natural ness everywhere. Look natural, be natural, and then the great feeJings can find expression through you." The dainty singing actress had perched herself fearlessly under the glare of the ! OW swung ir candescent lamp that rev eal ed—but f mnd noth- ing t d betra. A true “crowning glory is her •or< net of or pper-toned brown hair. so plentiful that it is quite suffleien dr wer of be *aufy with- out tl e addltic f a soft i ink flushed skin nd groa AVut later she t >ld me simple effective metho d qf cai "ing for bail and skin; true )eauty s e*er( »ts—till you know how! "El en Terr aught me to ‘make up.’ don’t u se^ nnk and white glar- ing ligh-ligt ts, but tl ic bronze, brow i - red ton es he men o f the KtaRe emplo v. This is so much more like .tilt! tl >nes of the human skin. You see, tc look m itui al on the stage one has U use ma up as TE E EXTRA O l J N ( "E OF -CM PHASES that coun- teract s the gk ire of the IE rhts. That is not needed on the street —though 1 must •on f ess o .1 very ear nest affec- tlon for my pr er purr. \s a finish USt off t he ittle shin e from the active >i] glands of a healthy skin powder is invaluable, I think.” •"But how keep the skin healthy w hen grease paint and rouge must be applied so often?” I asked. A Real Food. There was a low-throated little | English laugh. ”1 know a wonder ful skin food or tonic or whatever M>u call it over here. Soap and wa ter. The best of soap and plenty of water. "Grease paint and rouge have been uoing on my fat*** since I was seven, .such a skin if water plus soap could 'do it. "Indeed, yes. My hair, too—1 wash it once every week, and I don’t crimp or wave. 1 brush and brush till every hair is it live and then, since It’s all soft and clean, It looks well.” And It looks marvelously well sisters of crimps and marcel waves and monthly shampoos. It is fresh and clean and natural and vital, in keeping with the wholesome girl whose small, well-poised head it crowns. “Of course you add fresh air ^o water as a tonic—-since you’re Eng lish.” said I, sure of my ground here. ‘ You’re quite right; 1 do. I lov£ outdoors. A EE outdoors- and gar dens. Ah! that is the one thing I miss over here. You live in hotels and apartments. At home we have houses and garden# and so 1 may have flowers and dogs and the healthy, money things I love.” And she said it with the sweet naturalness that makes this charming little fresh air. soap and water Eng lish girl even prettier off the stage than on it. Dorothy Dix Fells You How To Be Happy Though Stout ‘‘Women Have Got Fat on the Brain, and Have Gone Mad on Getting Thin” By DOROTHY DIX. A FaT written me a tear- •soiikfcd ttrittidve in which aim be wail© 1 her increased belt tneesutre. and ; ask" me if I can give-her any good,' reliable recipe for reducing her weight * No. I cannot. If l knew any way-to make this too, too solid flesh melt 1 should not be engaged in the occupa tion of writing articles for this column for my dally bread. I should be lend ing Mr Rockefeller money, and helping out such poor neighbors as Andrew Car negie and Hetty Green. The people with even an alleged anti-fat remedy rake in fortunes. A real reduction cure, that would actually reduce, would coin fgi much money that It would make AUadin’s lamp look like old- junk. for women have got fat on the brain, and they have all gone stark, staring mad on the subject of getting thin. It has superseded all other In terests with them, and- wjiere two or Uiree are gathered together the conver sation becomes nothing more nor less than an experience meeting of the dif ferent fool things they have tried In order to acquire a willowy figure And at that, they have failed. A Burning Issue. How to get thin is the burning issue in every feminine breast. The choicest compliment that you can pay a lady is to tell her how much she has fallen off, and the feminine definition of a cat is a sister woman who say*, "Why, my dear, how well you are hooking! You must have gained ten pounds this win ter!" Nor do we women vainly long after attenuation. What they go through, the agony they endure In trying to achieve it. make the sufferings of the early Christian martyrs seem a mere picnic. The maddening thirst of the Ancient Mariner who saw water, wa ter evervwhere, but bad not a drop to drink. Is experienced every day by mil lions of women who sit at tables groan ing under food and drink,’but who deny themselves everything but a sip of wa ter and a crust of dry toast for fear of adding another pound to their weight. That the living skeleton Is the ac cepted ideal of the feminine form di vine. to-day nobody will deny. But why? Who was the Paris who first picked out the skinny woman as con forming nearest to the feminine stan dard of perfect pulchritude? Who origi nated the theory that a lady love should have a lean and hungry look? Certainly, angles ar© not as beauti ful as curves. Surely, bones are not as alluring as firm, warm flesh. A haggard cheek, with hollows in it, la not as kiasable as a round dimpled one. A full, milk- whit© throat is more enchanting than a stringy one that looks like an anato mical exhibit of glands and muscles. Of course, to the- eye of the. cubist, pr the futurist, the thin, aenemlc, tubercular looking woman may be prettier than the plump, healthy one. but as a mater of. fact most of us don’t object to a teasonable amount of adipose tissue on a woman. We like it. This is especially true of men who as a general thing, prefer the kind of x girl who makes a nice armful, instead of the kind that looks as If she were nothing but the original rib out of which her sex was made. You never hear of a husband urging his wife to bant and grow thin, or to lace a little tighter. On the contrary, every husband who takes enough interest in his wife to notice what she is doing urges her to eat dl she wants, and drink what she ilkes, and have her clothes made loose enough to be comfortable. However you look at it, the cult of emaciation Is. a foolish one. To begin with, it is as broad as It is long, and it has its disadvantages as wall as Its advantages. It is quite true that a slim iguro looks younger than a plump one, but when a woman achieves a slightness i one place she gets It in another, and with the twenty-inch waist goes a neck ike a turkey gobbler’s, and arms the dze of a yard stick. Also Wrinkles. Also wrinkles come quicker In a thin face chan In a plump one, so that in the end it Is a choice between having a young-looking figure or a young-look ing face. "Nobody loves a fat man." said the disconsolate hero In a recent play, but everybody loves a fat old woman. Look bout you and you will see that the most adored wives, the most beloved mothers, and the women with hosts of friends are not sylph like creatures, but comfy, stout old ladies, who would break die hearts of a straight front maker. CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES household Suggestions for then little Valli doubled the first name she had been given in honor of a dear uncle and good St. Valentine, whose birthday was just three days from hers—ahd went on the stage. I have been putting stage make-up on for sixteen years.” "Soap! On your face?” 1 exclaimed. “Rather! Heaps of it. I scrub and scrub and then 1 go after any stray dust or rouge with a bit of good cream—-and then water, water, first quantities of hot and then a dash or two of cold.” "You arc truly a ‘water baby,’ aren’t you?” said the interviewer, making a mental note to acquire just Do You Know— To make a go< for use withou break up the gi and put it with air-tight bottle, da vs, shaking tl then cork clown. be uscl as II- 1 Glue prepared i for years and a Invalids w^p dislike the flavor of meat extract will be able to take it if a teaspoonful or so is added to. a cupful of boiling milk. The milk dis guises the taste of, the in< at' extract. A small quantity; of this mixture ta ken w-hfcn there is a feeling of ex haustion will prove an admirable re storative. A rocky hill above Sion, Canton of Valais, Switzerland, is being de stroyed by dynamite to make way for a new route, and with the hill will disappear one of the most curious seminaries in Europe. In feudal times the cemetery was constructed with gallows at the entrance to hang all sorcerers and witches before buying them, and, judging by the number of bones already fottnd, many must have suffered death for their "crimes.” Among the peasants* the place has al ways been avoided as "The Devil’s Cemetery.” A very effective form of silent pro test has been discovered by the Ber lin suffragist**—one that does not place its perpetrators within the clutches of the far-reaching law and yet at the same time successfully dis turbs meetings which are not in sym pathy with the woman's movement. A large body of women attend wuch meetings, and. at ;; given signal, rise and slowly make their way out of the hall. Nothing is more disconcerting or annoying to a speaker than to see his (or her) audience fading away, and this general exodus naturally calls for explanation from the remain ing hearers, which is all the women desire. A letter posted at Paddington, 1.on- don, on Mar<-h 7. 1Ks 1. has just risen from its ashes. Whatever the cause, this letter was delivered at Chiswick, about three miles away, during the past week. The lady to whom it was addressed hav been dead for three or four years, and the communication Was received b\ her executor. Sir Walter Raleigh and his com panions Introduced into England the i-iabit of smoking tobacco on.their re- iurn from Virginia in 1585. By T. W. HANSHAW. Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Gleek was on his feet like a flash "Not the great Septimus Nors- worth?” he questioned eagerly. "Not the man who invented lithamite?— the greatest authority on high explo sives in England, purely?” "Aye—him’s the one, poor gentle man," replied Nippers agitatedly. "I thought it like as the name would be familiar, .«ir. A goodish few have heard of un, one way and another.” “It Reads the Papers.” "Yes,” acquiesced Cleek. "Lithamite carried his name from one end of the globe to the other, and his family af fairs came into unusual prominence in consequence. "Widower, wasn’t he? —hard as nails and bitter a*» gall. Had an only son, hadn’t he?—a wild young blade who went the pace; took up with chorus girls, music hall ladies and persons of that stripe and got kicked out from under the parental roof In consequence.” “Lummy, now! think of you a-know- in’ about all that!" said Mr. Nippers, in amazement. "But then, your bein’ with Mr. Narkom and him bein’ what he is—why, of course. Scotland Yard it do know everything. I’m told, sir.” "Yes—It reads the papers occasion ally. Mr. Nippers,” said Cleek. "I may take it from your reply, may I not, that I am correct regarding Mr. Sep timus Nos worth’s son?" "Pegs, yes, sir- right as rain. Least wise. from what I’ve heard, sir. I never see the young gentlemen my self. That happened before Mr. Nos- worth come to live in theee part*—a matter of some four years or more ago. AIwuss had hi* laboratory her**, sir—built it on this land he leased from Sir Ralph Droger’s father In the early sixties—and used to come over frequent and shut hlssel in the Round House for days on end; but never come here to live until after that flare-up with Master Harry, Hr. Come then and built livin' quarter* beside the Round House, and, after a piece, fetched Miss Renfrew and old Patty Dax over to live with un." "Miss Renfrew and old Patty Dax? Who are they?” "Miss Renfrew is his niece, sir— darter of a dead sister. Old Patty Dax, s»he war the cook. I dunno what her be now, % though—her died six months ago and un hired Mistress Armroyd in her place. French piece, her am, though bein’ wtdder of a Yorkehireiftan, and though 1 doan’t much fancy foreigners nor their way, sir, I will say: her keeps the house like a pin and her eookin's amazin’ tasty—fegs, yes.” "You are an occasional caller In the pervanta’ hall, I see, Mr. Nippera,” said Cleek, serenely,* as he took up his coat and shook it preparatory to putting it on. "I think, Mr. Narkom. that. In the Interests nt the public at large it will be well for some one a little more efficient than the local constabulary to look into this case, so. if you don't mind making yourself a trifle more presentable, it will be as well for us to get Mr. Nippers to F*how us the way to the scot^jof the trage dy. WBHe^ou are doing It I will put a few Headland’ auesttions to our friend hefp, if you don’t mind as- wiring him that J am competent to advise.” "Right you are. old chap,” said Narkom, taking his cue. "Nippers, this Is Mr. George Headland, one of the best of my Yard detectives. He’ll very likely give you a tip or two in the matter of detecting crimes, If yyy pay attention to what he says." Paying Attention. Nippers paid attention” forthwith. The idea of being in consultation with any one oonrrrcted with Scotland Yard tickled his very soul; and, In fancy, he already saw his name getting into the newspapers of London, and his fame spreading far beyond hi* native weald. ‘T won’t trouble you for the full de tails of the murder. Mr. Nippers,” said deck. "Those, I fancy, this Miss Ren frew’ 'will be able to supply when I see her. For the present, tell me. how- many other occupants does the house hold beyond these two of whom you have spoken -Miss Renfrew and th# cook, Mrs. Armroyd?” “None, sir, but the acullery mail, Emily, and the parlor maid. Clark*. But both of them is out to-night, sir —havin’ went to a concert over at Beattie Corners. A friend of Mistress Armroyd’* havin’ sent her tw’o tickets and her not bein’ able to go herself, her thought It a pity for ’em to be wasted, ao her give ’em to they maids/* To B© Continued To-morrow. Up-to-Date Jokes *»L_I OW in the world have you kept * *■ your cook so long?" "Sh! Don’t tell anybody. My hus band dresses up as a policeman in the evening." A. I 1 hought you were a vegetarian, ami now 1 *ee you eating mutton! B. Welt, I am only ari Indirect vege- larian; 1 eat the meat of such ani mals live on vegetable food. Mr Young- My little girl is nearly two years oM, and hasn’t earned to talk yet. Mr. Peck Don’t let that worry you. 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