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By WILLIAM F KIRK.
Little Bobbie’s
Pa
T HAKE was a new white hired gurl
calm to work at our house this
week Ma sed wen she caim that ,
if she cud do the work satisfactory she
wud gfive her her board and $4 P er i
week. Gee, I wish I cud be a hired gurl
A malk that much munny.
The naim of the bird Rtirl is Mario,
she's a Swede Wen Ma called her Marie
Mho sed That is rite, my dear, so many
of the ladies I have worked for have
called tne Mary. I can't bear to he called
Mary, she* told Ma. It sounds rather
: ordinary, she sed.
I think Mary is a sweet naim, sed i
Ma, but if you want to be called Marie
' we won’t quart about that.
.Thank you, my dear, sed the hired
< jl, & now we will talk over the house,
so each of us can know what duties to
expect from the other, she sed to Ma.
If you will pardon me while I remove my
wraps, she sed, 1 will not detain you
long, my dear Then she went out of the
( room.
Well, sed Ma to Pa. what do you think
of that? She called me My dear! Such i
impertinence. 1 suppose she will want to
go to the matinaya with me. I newer
saw anything like it in my life.
Fashion and Beauty :: A Summer Hat JJ By OLIVETTE
CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES
Hypertrophied
Modesty
By V. TERHUNE VAN DE
WATER.
O the ultra-pure all tilings are
impure.” Such is the cor
ruption of an ancient prov
erb. a corruption which, we are some
time;' forced to admit, bears a firmer
stamp of truth than does the original
maxim.
It is a sad commentary upon human
nature that the person possessing a
consciousness of self-righteousneas is
pretty sure to be conscious also of the
other fellow’s faults. Did he not ap
preciate them he would lose half the
pleasure of his own virtues.
An exaggerated consciousness of sex
is often responsible for insinuation
and suggestion which ,vould be absent
from the conversation of an out
spoken person. Some people, com
pelled by what they consider a sense
of propriety, are particular to the
point of prurience in speaking of
doubtful subjects. Their hyper
trophied modesty makes them ridicu
lous. and the subject of which they
are forced to speak assumes an inde
cency that would not belong to it if it
were treated honestly.
”1 am suffering with rheumatism in
my limb,” complained an ultra-faetid-
ious soinster to her physician.
"Tou have four limbs, madam," the
blunt practitioner reminded her
"From your vague reference to the
affected member I suppose it is one of
those limbs termed by sensible people
LEGSi”
"You need not ask a chaperon to
' accompany us,” a girl said to a young
• man w ho had asked to be allowed to
take her for an automobile ride. ”1
trust vou Implicitly."
She, was little more than a child,
hut she wao letter perfect in the sus
picious moral code In which her nar
row mother had trained her. The iad
was scarcely to be blamed when he
answered somewhat gruffly. "Tf I
■^hadn’t believed that already I would
'not have asked you to go with or
, without a chaperon”
But reluctant and hesitating speech
on certain subiects is only one phase
of the exaggerated modesty that bor
ders on indecency. Some persons pee
insinuations in plays—and these not
plays that are among the many to
which one might justly take exception
— w here less suspicious people discern
only innocent fun. They watch for
the double entendre in the speech ol
others and find impropriety where an
other would not.
This is not an argume nt in favor of
eoarce speech, nor would I advocate
conversation upon topics which are
unpleasant, and, to say the least, dis
tasteful, if not evil. But 1 do claim
that if circumstances make it neces
sary for one to speak of such patters.
If, for the good of mankind or for the
suppression of some wrong, a man or
woman must deal with any disagree
able problem, there is a consciousness
of the pureness of one’sjnotive. of the
dignity of the end toward which one
strives, that makes one forget ques
tions of modesty and immodesty, pro
priety and impropriety in the one
overwhelming desire to do that which
is right.
T HIS combination of leghorn and lace is particularly fetching
for wear with dainty summer gowns. The wide lace is
shirred on four wires and falls just beyond the edge of the hat
with becoming softness.
A quaint touch is added by the black-edged taffeta ribbon
that outlines the base of the crown and is tied in a trefoil bow
at the left of the front.
Two great full-blown yellow-hearted roses are placed far
back on the light side and from each starts a full white ostrich
plume falling softly toward the shoulder.
This model shades the eyes most becomingly, and has a de
cidedly smart upward tilt at the back, falling away gradually
toward the line of the feathers.
Overheard at the Concert
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W OMAN in Pink—What do you
think of these seats? Would
you rather sit farther front?
They don’t take off their hats at
these meetings, because the hat’s
the thing:. I am so glad you could
come as my guest, both of you.
Mrs. Scaggs, you sit on the other
side of me. That’s right. What’s
the matter with that lady in front?
Did I hit her hat? Oh, I forgot to
give the secretary my change of ad
dress! Excuse ine. dears, while I
run out and tell her.
Mrs. Scaggs—Pretty hall, isn’t it?
The Other Guest—Yes, indeed.
Here’s our hostess again!
Woman in Pink—So glad 1 went.
1 came near being too late for the
year book. Thanks, dear, for hold
ing my things. Oh. say, will you
hold them again? I’ve got to go
back. I forgot to get the applica
tion blanks. I’m going to propose
both of you for membership. Excuse
me. dear, for passing.
The Other Guest—Are you going
to join this musical society?
Mrs. Scaggs—1 hadn’t thought of
it. Say. my dear, we haven't decid
ed to join.
Woman in Pink—Oh. well. it
meets four times a year and has a
grand luncheon each time. You don’t
have to join if you don't^ want, dear,
but I want to go down as having
proposed somebody. What’s all this?
Mrs. Scaggs—Somebody trying to
announce something. Isn’t that the
cutest gown? Look how it’s caught
up on the side!
A Funny Man.
The Other Guest—What a funny
looking man! Is he a member?
Woman in Pink—He’s going to
play, 1 think. Yes, he’s beginning.
Glad he doesn't live next to me.
That's one reason we moved. The
man next door played the liddle so
much. What’s the lady in front
frowning at with so much emotion?
Mrs. Scaggs—She didn’t like it be
cause 1 was keeping to the tune with
my foot. I had it on the round of
her chair. Aren’t people fussy?
The Other Guest—I should say so!
Makes me think of my landlord. He
lives underneath me and gets angry
when my boys do clogs. Some folks
are so nervous.
Woman in Pink—He’s finished now,
nnd we get this lady vocalist to' sing
a vocal solo. My. she opens her
mouth just like a fish! Do you like
her singing?
Mrs. Scaggs My, no! She’s too
thin. Looks like the woman who
’ives downstairs, who's always com
plaining. Do you know, that woman
would complain anywhere. It’s be
cause she’s so thin. Don’t you think
thin folks are awfully complaining'.’
The Other Guest—I don't know' but
you're right, dear. What are you
applauding for?
Woman in Pink—-The lady's finish
ed. It always looks better to applaud,
and then if they give an encore the
society gets so much more for the
money. Why, some of those perform
ers get $100 just for singing the
way you and I do around our own
flats!
The Other Guest—Easy way to
make money. 1 could have been a
singer if my father could only have
afforded to pay for lessons. It’s just
advertising, you know, that does it.
Anybody could succeed at it. Then,
getting such prices, it’s no wonder
they can dress like that.
The Horrid Thing.
Mrs. Scaggs—That lady in front is
nervous again. What on earth is the
trouble, I wonder? #
Woman in Front—Will you kindly
keep from talking during the rest of
the program?
Woman in Pink—Don’t you care,
dear. We aren’t talking loud, I’m
sure. The program is almost over,
you see. I can smell coffee. We al
most always have such swell coffee
and such delicious little cakes. There
goes that Mrs. Durgreo that I can’t
bear. She dresses like a fashion plate
herself. I jusrt saw another woman
that I don’t like. She sits over there
somewhere. Her boy goes to the same
school that mine does. Who’s this
lady that’s singing something?
Mrs. Scaggs—She’s the one who
made the first talk, don’t you remem
ber her?
The Other Guest—She's president
or something, isn't she?
Woman in Pink—Oh. yes. She wore
blue the last time and I didn’t know
her in white. What's she saying?
'fhe Other Guest—Something about
that man having written the piece he
just played. I hadn’t noticed there
was a man playing. I was looking at
that hat over across the aisle. I'll bet
it cam** from Madame Adele’s shop.
What are you getting up for’.'
Woman in Pink—That’s the end.
Hasn’t it been a perfectly beautiful
program? Such music uplifts one,
doesn't it? Now, keep our seats here,
and I’ll go and get some coffee and we
can have a real good visit.
Stamp Licking
The chief was in a bad temper when
he arrived at the office in the morning,
and forthwith he proceeded to vent his
wrath on the head of the pretty young
lady who manipulated his typewriter.
"Miss Jones," he said testily, "can’t
you keep my desk tidy? Everything on
it is. as usual, in a state of confusion."
"Well, how ran 1 keep it tidy when
you say you don’t want anything dis
turbed?"
"Whc
it’s the
use <
>f arguing?
]
I said I
didn’t
want papers
; dist
Airbed
That's
all. B
ut this
i rubl
bish—
take
it
away.
take it
away!
Also
• this
great
s
heet of
postage
• stamp
S. I (
lon’t
want
it.
"And
where
shall
I put
It?"
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don’t i
ask s*
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st ions!
Put it
where
you 1
ike—i
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. well.’
’ she
cored, an
d
licking
Up-to-Date
Infants
the sheet of stamps with her dainty
little tongue, she stuck it on her em
ployers bald and shining head, then left
the office to seek another job.
L OOKING up wonderingly from
her embroidery, the girl in the
apple blossom kimono beheld
her room mate stalk gloomily in from
the matinee. Without a word the
newcomer pitched her muff at the of
fended angora. Still without word,
she poured and drank three .cups of
tea in desperate succession.
"Oh, Meg! Now what has hap
pened?" pleaded the girl in the apple
blossom kimono. "Couldn’t the chil
dren go to the m atinee with you after
all?”
"Oh, yes, we went, seven .‘■Irong,
darkly responded Meg. "Lois, how
old am I?”
•Why, don’t you know?” queried her
bewildered friend in the kimono.
"I thought I did. But oh. those
children—those alleged children!”
groaned Meg, clasping her white-
gloved hands about her knees “If you
wish to preserve one lingering illu
sion, Lois," she said presently, “never,
never be deluded into giving faculty
children a treat.”
“But why?” demanded Lois.
"My first misgivings' attacked me
when I saw how competent and com
posed the little creatures were at the
very outset,” related Meg, somewhat
calmer by now. "No timid, upward
glances for guidance at a crossing: no
clinging to my skirts when the fear
some locomotive approached full blast
—you know it makes my heart jump
to this day to see the great monsters
coming on; no shrinking reluctance
about selecting and appropriating the
best accommodations on the train.”
• I'm sure the Blodgett children have
charming mannt rs,” defended Lois.
"And Jamie Dowd ”
“Oh, they have, they have!” wailed
Meg. biting a rose stem savagely.
“Nothing alarmed and discomposed
me so much as their manners. My
own are a crude, backwoods product
by comparison. They had the man
ners of little dukes and marquises' to
each other and to me. My mouth
simply fell open, and stayed open, at
the polite lies those midgets favored
each other with. They certainly have
the responses down pat. Now, per
sonally. I like nice mannered children
—but by that I mean jusf good, old-
fashioned, farm manners!”
Her companion laughed merrily.
"You would!” she agreed, heartily, if
somewhat ambiguously. “But didn’t
the dears eeem to have a good time?”
"The finest kind of a time.” asserted
her friend, nibbling a ladyfinger.
"Instead of finding enraptured babes
1 found six mature little entitles, cool,
alert, pleaded as Punch, and interest
edly discussing —what do you sup
pose? The mechanics of the produc
tion! That was what had eaugnt
their attention and continued to hold
it uespite my heart-breaking efforts
to .ntect them with the miracle of the
thing. They didn’t care two figs
about fairies and poetic imaginings,
but wires and bulbs and back drops
moved them to sincere enthusiasm.
Lois. I got fairly hysterical before
the end.
“The worst display of all. however,
came when we were In the foyer,
passing out. A dear, well-meaning,
motherly sou' as pitiably behind the
times as I had been myself but a
short while before, accosted our
party
“Beaming on Rhoda's little golden
serai Ts head, she .'■'aid: ‘And wasn’t
it all just perfect, dear?’
“Rhoda regarded her gravely for a
moment—not shy. you know, merely
weighing her answer. Then. ‘With
one possible exception,’ she replied
' 'ourteouely. 'I suppose, of course, you
I noticed that the climax comes far too
j early in the jo*ce!*
I Oh, Lois! Hand me that cat!”
She Was Pretty.
Oh. newer mind, sed Pa. She Is reel
prltty and neat looking. & that My
dear simply means that she has a affeck- j
shunate diaposlshun. That is a point in j
her favor.
Not to iny way of thinking, sed Ma.
I don't employ servants to show thare
alTeckshun. L want them to do the !
housework. I wonder what boarding
school she went to.
Jest then Marie caim back & herd i
Ma s last words, Si she sed Oh, 1 pride .
myself on my grammar. My mother was
through the grammar room in the pub- \
11c schools. & l cuddent say nothing un-
grammatic if 1 tried to, though I have
say a lot of domestics that killed the i
English langwldge sumthing feerce. You i
wud think thay was standing it up to
•3hoot it full of holes, Bhe sed. Now, my i
• lear, let us look oaver the house.
You must not call me "My dear,” sed
Ma to the new gurl.
It is a kind of common expresshun, I
admit, sed Marie. I got into the habit of
the last place whare I was working.
The lady was rather common anyway.
•>he always called me gurlie & she asked
me to call her My dear bekaus she had
Jest lost her husband & that was what
he always called her.
Well, sed Ma, you need if t bother call
ing me any pet names. Go ah add now
and get the breakfast things off the ta-
bel & wash everything up. I usually dust
e parlor myself.
I think you hurt her feelings, sed Pa
to Ma after Marie had went out Into the
itchen. I am almost sure, sed Pa, that
I noticed her lips quivering. You doant
rr.een to say so, sed Ma. Well, you
needn't mind noticing her lips so much.
Go along to the offis now & I will talk
.■are of my own servant without any
help or advice from you.
That nite wen Pa caim hoam to dinner
•he first thing Pa sed was How is the
new servant?
Too Talkative.
I guess she is going to be satisfactory,
sed Ma. She seems willing enuflf & ples-
ant, but she is too talkatlv. She has been
talking to me all the morning about Wll-
yum Faversham & John Barrymore &
Chauncey Olcott. She asked me if I
dident think Olcott was a grater actor*
than Edwin Booth In his best days.
Well, sed Pa. 1 am glad to hear It,
beekaus she has a attraktiv personality
& ought to be good company for us. Th.e
dinner was prltty good ami Marie only
•ailed Ma My dear there times all the
evening. But after dinner, wen we ‘was
in the living room, she caim in &. sat
down with Pa & Ma & me. This seems
to be a nice, cozy room, she sed. 1 al
ways like to feel at hoam ware I work.
Isent yure husband distinguished look
ing? she sed to Ma.
I guess he is, sed Ma. altho I don't
reemember of anything that he ewer
did to distinguish hlsself. Marie, she
sed, in the morning I will give you a
week’s wages & then you may go. I
am afrade you & I will never be grate
chums, Ma sed.
China’s Newspapers
U P to 30 years ago hardly a sin
gle newspaper existed in Chi
na, while to-day a9 many as
twelve are published in Hongkong
alone, about twenty each In Canton
and Shanghai, and one or more in
every large city of the interior. While
Chinese newspapers were of small
size formerly, and printed hardly
anything but local items, they now
contain an ever-increasing number of
business advertisements/ including
those of European firms, and late
commercial, technical and foreign
news is also published. About twenty
periodicals are published In China in
English, French and German for the
benefit of the Europeans living there,
but they are all small papers with one
exception.
The Chinese are the greatest con
sumers of old newspapers in the
world. The official returns of the
custom house at Newchwang state
that that port alone in 1911 received
1,918 tons of old European newspa
pers, valued at $3,000,000.
It is not at first easy to discover to
what use so much obsolete news can
be put. However, we gather that the
middle class Chinese prefer newspa
per to the native variety as a cover
ing for their walls. It has a greater
power of resistance, and affords a
more effective barrier to the invasions
of the vermin that plague Chinese
houses.
Moreover, the natives are experts
at cutting out of the newspapers
waistcoats which they wear next to
the skin. These paper waistcoats are
said to be the best possible protection
against a sudden cold snap. In view
of these admirable uses to which
European newspapers may be put, it
is not surprising to learn that the
imports of 1911 show a considerable
increase in weight.
She Knew!
The bishop was examining a cla^s
of girls.
"What’s the best preparation for
entering the state of matrlmonv?"
“A little courting, sir.” was the re
ply of a simple-looking girl.
‘ And Beyond That Curve Cleek Came to a Sudden Halt. ’ ’
By T. V/. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“Hr
UM-M-M! of course, of
ourse. But still, it has
been known to happen; and,
as you say, he was a had lot. 1 ran
foul of the young gentleman once
when. * • * No matter. So you
don’t know anything about him, eh?”
“Nothing, thank God, nothing! The
last 1 did hear he had gone on the
stage and taken up with some hor
rid creature, and the pair of them
were subsequently sent to prison for
enticing people to dreadful places,
and then drugging and robbing them.
But even that I heard from an out
side source; for my uncle never so
much as mentioned ffim. No, I know
nothing of him—nothing at all. In
fact, I've never seen him since he
was a boy. He never lived here, you
know; and until 1 came here, 1 knew
next to nothing of my uncle himself.
We were poor and lived in a quite
different town, my mother and I.
Uncle Septimus never came to see
us while my mother lived. He came
for the first time when she was dead
and his son had gone away; and I
was so poor and so friendless 1 was
glad to accept the home li<• offered.
No, Mr. Headland, I knpw nothing
of Harry Norworth. I hope, for his
own sake, he is dead.”
Cleek made no reply. He sat for
a minute pinching his chin and star
ing at the carpet; then he got up
suddenly and faced round in the di
rection of the little group at the
far end of the room.
"That’s all for the present,” he
said. "Mr. Narkom, Mr. Nippers—
get a light of some sort, please, and
let’s go out and have a look at those
footprints.”
III.
T HE suggestion was acted upon
immediately—even Mrs. Arm-
royd joining in the descent upon
the portable lamps and filing out
with the rest into the '-loom and
loneliness of the grounds; and Miss
Renfrew, finding that she was likely
to be left alone In this house of hor
ror, rose quickly and hurried out with
them.
One step beyond the threshold
brought them within sight of the
famous Round House. Bulked against
the pale silver of a moonlit sky,
there it stood—a grim, unlovely thing
of stone and steel with a trampled
flower bed encircling the base of it
and a man on guard—Constable Gor
ham.
"Lummy! I’d clean forgot him!”
exclaimed Mr. Nippers as he caught
sight of him. "And theer un be
keepin’ guard like I told un out here
In the grounds whiles weem hen
talkin’ comfortable Inside. *E do be
a chap for doin’ as heem tole, that
Gorham—yes, fegs!”
Nobody replied to him. All were
busily engaged in following the lead
of Scotland Yard, as represented by
Cleek and Mr. Narkom, and bearing
down on that huge stone tube within
whose circular walls a dead man sat
alone.
"Lonely post, this, constable.” said
Cleek. coming abreast of the silent
guard.
He Came to a Halt.
“Yes, sir; very, sir. But dootys
dooty—and theer you be,” replied
Gorham, touching his helmet with his
finger; then, as the light from the
lamps fell full upon the speaker’s face
and let him see that it was no face he
had ever seen in this district before,
his eves widened with a puzzled stare
which never quite left them even
when the entire group had passed on
and turned the curve of the Round
House wall.
.And beyond that curve Cleek came
to a sudden halt. Here a curtainless
wlfidow cut a rectangle of light in the
wall’s dark face and struck a glare on
the trunk and the boughs of a lime
tree directly opposite, and under that
window a trampled flower bed lay
with curious marks deep-.sunk In the
soft, moist surface of It.
Cleek look the lamp from Mr*.
Armroyd’s hand and, bending, looked
at them closely. Mr. Nippers had not
exaggerated when he said that they
were all of twelve inches in length,
nor was he far out when he declared
that they looked like the footprints
of some creature that was part ani
mal and part bird; for there they
were, with three huge clawlike pro
jections in front andi a solitary one
behind, and so like to the mark which
a gigantic bird could have made that
one might have said such a creature
had made them, only that It waa im
possible for anything to fly that was
possessed of weight sufficient to drive
those huge footprints so deeply into
the earth as they were driven by the
mere walking of the thing. Claws and
the marks of scales, Mr. Nippers had
asserted, and—claws and the mane*
of scales the prints in the soft earth
showed.
“La! la!—the horror of them,” ex
claimed Mrs. Armroyd, putting up her
little hands and averting her fare. "It
could kill and kill and kill—horse*,
oxen; anything!—an abominable
creature like that! What do you fig
ure it to have been, monsieur—souls
of the saints, what?”
“Blest if I know,” said Cleek. "Only,
of course, It couldn’t possibly be any
thing human; so we may put the idea
of the old chap having been killed by
anything of his kinu out of our minds
altogether. It is perfectly clear that
the creature—whatever it might be—
got in through the window there (you
see It is open) and killecf him before
he could call out for help or strike a
blow in his own defense.”
“Eh, fegs! but window’s six foot up.
Mr. Headland, sir,” put in Nippers,
excitedly; "and hown a thing the
weight o’ that to fly in?”
"Didn’t fly in. my friend.” replied
(’leek with an air of lofty superiority.
"Use your wits, man Look here—
see!”—going to it and tapping cer
tain abrasions upon the trunk—“here’s
where It peeled off the bark In climb
ing up. Lord, man! why, it’s as plain
as the nose on your face. Ten to one
we shall find the same sort of foot
prints when we go Into the labora
tory—damp ones, you know, from the
moisture of the earth; and to make
sure, in case we do find ’em, let’s
measure the length of the things and
see. Got a tape measure with you?
No? Oh, well, lend me your hand
cuffs if you've got a pair with you,
and we can manage a measurement
with those. Thanks, very much. Now
then, let’s see. One, two, three, by
Jupiter—three fingers longer than
these things, chain and all. That’ll
do. Now then, let’s go in and see.
Le-ad the way, Miss Renfrew, if you
will.”
She would—and did. Leading the
way back to the covered passage, she
opened a door in the side of it—a
door designed to let the inventor out
into the grounds without going
through the house, If he so desired—
and conducted them to the laboratory,
leaving Constable Gorham to con
tinue his entry duty outside.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
ia Cott 2! en ,%ke
Strawberry Short Cake
Pastry made with Cottolene is smoother in
texture, finer-grained and better in flavor than
if made from butter or lard.
And Cottolene costs no more than lard,
and will go one-third farther than either
butter or lard.
There is as much difference between
Cottolene
and its imitations as between extra good and very
poor butter. Be careful, avoid substitutes.
TRY THIS RECIPE:
1 quart flour 1 pint milk 6 tablespoons Cottolene
1 heaping teaspoon salt
3 I
I teaspoon sugar
teaspoons baking powder
Mix dry ingredients together and sift into chopping
bowl. Add Cottolene chilled, chop lightly until well
mixed; be careful to keep everything cold. Now add
the milk, stirring lightly. Divide dough into 6 parts,
rolling each piece the sire and ihape of a plate. Put 2
cake, into each plate and bake about 15 minutes in quick
oven. Place on hot plate, tear cakes apart and spread
sweetened mashed strawberries between and over the
cakes. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and serve at once.
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