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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 KODAKS fen The Brut r !rishlnn *nd Foiaro In a That C»n Be Produoed. KmlS? 3 | Eauir.an Films ana «on- ■■■■■■■■■• plet* stock amateur supplies. Quirk mall service for out-of-town rustor,-.rrs. Send for Catalog and Price List. A. K. HAWKES CO. K D ° E D P A T 14 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga. 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?" "Oh. don’t i ask s* » many c |U< st ions! Put it where you 1 ike—i inywh er "VcH . 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. u.j.ni.t.k.THE v K, FAIRBANK COMPANY