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IMF By the Sweat of His Brow By BEATRICE FAIRFAX “W 7ILL* you be Rood enough." s M. E., "to tell me If is proper for a girl to kiss a young man who tells her he loves her hut tan not marry her for some time to come owing to the fact that he is not in a position to support her at the present time, and may never he able to do so?" If kisses he classed as luxuries or necessities depends solely on the years of the one making the classifi cation. Youth regards them as neces sities. and Age knows they are hut idle luxuries, meaningless though not unpleasant, and an altogether unsani tary method of expressing an affec tion that sometimes lusts little longer than the kiss itself. But, he they luxuries or necessities, they should be classed among the many things which a man should be • -om pel led to earn by the sweat of his brow. Unless he can earn a living, and by the sweat of his brow provide bread, he is not entitled to kisses. Unless he can go forth and with mus cle and brain produce the price of a nest for his bride, he hasn’t earned the right to he kissed by anybody in the world but his mother. Is an Insult. The kiss that is given to a girl with the declaration, "1 love you, but I • an not afford to marry you; I am not in position to support you now. and may never he aide to do so.” is an in sult. It is as if he said to her: "It grat ifies me to kiss you. and for that reason I seek the privilege. I can do nothing for you and my monopoly of your affection will serve no other pur- i pose than to plate you in an embai rassing position, and to keep other lovers away whose intentions are morn honorable But it pleases me to klse you, and when I grow tired of kiss ing you I can take my avowals of love to some other girl They catry no promise with them, no obligation, no duty, and so long as there are girls . in the world who will kiss me. I car enjoy myself without paying U* | price." He Is a Loafer. I take it that this young man is a loafer, and who is there who thinks j that the man who loafs when there is so much work to do. is entitled to any girls kisses? A self-respecting man will seek work, and a self-respecting girl w’ill refuse to bestow any mark of affection on a man who is a pro fessional hobo In the Kingdom of Love. To care for such a man is a weak ness that carries tragedy in its wake It is the same kind of weakness that marks the woman who supports her husband, finding recompense for her toll in the fact that he never abuses her or speaks cross to her, while other women’s husbands who work hard and earn a good living are some times fretted and angry. The girl who permits such a man to kiss her shows a heart that is soft and a brain that is weak. She has two choices of degradation: Either she kisses the man to no other pur pose than a waste of time and an un savory memory, or she marries him and takes upon her shoulders the burden of his support. There Is no other alternative. Sonic Up-to-Date Gowns and * * * How They Are Fashioned WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love T HE announcement made recently that the Prince of Wales, in tho interval of his studies at oxford, is learning to play the bag- pijMS under the tuition of Pipe Major *VV Rose, of the Second Scots Guards, surprised many people, and particu larly those who have an Inherent dis like to the much-abused instrument. Hut his royal highness, in taking up the bagpipe as a musical accomplish ment, is merely carrying on a tradi tion of the royal house, many of the members of which have always had a liking for the merry chant of the pipes. Queen Victoria had her piper at Balmoral, and so had King Ed ward, and to-day there is one at tached to the royal establishment, for King George is fond of bagpipe mu sic as his father and his royal grand mother were. Early Morning Skirt. When the court is in residence in the Highlands it is customary for the royal piper, dressed In full Highland costume, to march backward and for ward in front of the royal apart ments every morning and awaken the household with the "skirl" of his pipes. <>n official occasions, too. when the Balmoral Highlanders are welcoming the king and queen on their arrival at their Scottish residence, or when ?he retainers on the royal estate are taking part In any function, the king's piper Invariably heads the procession of kilted men. At the Braemar Highland gather ing. the great social event of the sea son on Deeside, which Is patronized by royalty, this official always "plays” the king's clansmen around the arena. < >n a memorable occasion at New Mar Lodge, the seat of the late Duke of Rife, King Edward, along with the princess royal, her two daughters and his grace, marched at the head of a body of Highlanders to the accom paniment of the music of the bag pipes, for which his majesty had as much liking as he had for the kilt when he was in the Highlands. Highland Garb. As soon as he reached Balmoral on Ins periodical visits King Edward- Just as King George does to-day— donned the kilt, anil, as was often re marked. r.o Highlander could carry it better than did his majesty. Queen Victoria, too, had a*; great an admira tion for the tartan as she had for the bigpipes. In her majesty's time the Malls of Balmoral Castle were draped with tho Stuart colors. They have Mace been replaced by less somber decorations! But neither the wear ing of the kilt nor the retaining of a piper is dictated by royal fashion, for every nobleman whose ancestral home is In the Highlands dons the tradi tional garb as much out of compli ment to his ancestry as for any other reason. His guests, as a rule, follow his example as a matter of courtesy, hut it does not always happen that they have the necessary habiliments with which to convert themselves for the time being into "Highlanders." An Amusing Story. An amusing but well-authenticated story is told of a German prince who was the guest of a Scottish nobie- gnan, and who was so fascinated with the Highland dress that he determined to have a kilt made. He placed the order with a well-known firm of tai lors for a complete outfit, richly adorned with silver buckles, and gold- mounted si>orran or pouch. He paid something like a hundred guineas for It. The kilt was delivered in due course, and tho prince was rigged out the next day in all the splendor of a Highland chieftain! But his highness was unfamiliar with the wearing of Acts Like Magic t The Guaranteed Liquid Hair Destroyer A Perfumed Depilatory It is the onlv preparation that immediate! y and without the slightest injury to the most delicate skin, will remove Superfluous Hair It Acts Instantly wherever applied. You will find It not offensive, a reqoisit- ©thers dare not claim for their preparations. Stop Experimenting! Buy a Bottle of EI-Rado Price $1.00 at Jacobs’ Ten Stores. Booklet of valuable informal:cn tree on request. PILGRIM MFG. COMPANY 37-39 "East 28th St. Now York. the sporran, and to the consternation of his host and hostess and their other guests he appeared with it at tached to the back Instead of the front of the kilt! Taking the prince quietly aside, Tx>rd suggested that hia sporran should be reversed, and with profound apologies for the mistake he had made, his highness placed the pouch in Its proper posi tion. . Shoes of the Scot. It is not only in Scotland that the bagpipes are regarded with favor. The Englishman certainly likes them best at a distance, but they are a very popular instrument among the natives of the Punjab, in India. The late Maharajah of Patiala had a fine band of pipers, wholly composed of Siklia and other natives, who had been trained by a piper from one of the British Highland regiments. Many of the Indian frontier forces- notably the Gurkha regiments—have bagpipe bands of their own. An amusing in stance of Scottish pride Is told by a retired Indian officer In this connec tion. He was one day visiting the Court of the Rajah of Jeend, and no ticed that the only person who broke through the rigid rule of etiquet’e, which forbids the wearing of shoes in the presence of the Rajah, was nis bagpiper. Judicious inquiry elicited the fact that the sturdy Scot, when being engaged as the court musician, had stipulated that he was not to oe obliged to go about the court in bare feet, as he regarded It as derogatory to his native country that he shorn! do such a thing Do You Know That— About a year ago four students of Boston University started out with a tuning fork to sing their way round the world. They have arrived in London by wav of San Francisco, Honolulu, Japan, China, Manchuria and India, and are appearing under the title of the "University Quar tette.'’ or th 0 "Four Singing Evan gelists." Each can preach a sermon, lead a young men’s Sunday school class or blend hla voice with the others in the four-part setting of a hymn. Sometimes they make a complete change of program and give a secular entertainment, with humorous songs. Southern coon songs and piano solos. A rudder with a doorway into the interior is n feature of the Cunarder Aquitnnia, recently finished. The rud der is so large that a doorway has been constructed in the lower part to admit workmen, so that they can remove the pin which connects tlid rudder to the ship. This pin is four feet long, and bigger than the heav iest projectile made for modem ar tillery. When delivered at the build ers’ yard the rudder was In three parts After they had been connected and laid upon the ground the dis tance that had to be walked to pass around the rudder was over 100 feet. The "homeles" population of Lon don, according to the latest census of the County Council, numbers nearly 22.000. Some time ago a scheme was started by which the police gave lodg ing ticket* to these night wanderers. This has somewhat depleted the Em bankment and the streets, hut the fact is noted that only about half of the people who are given tickets make use of them. They clearly prefer the wandering life. False Gratitude Little Molly May was only aix, and on the morning of the story was sob bing her heart out because she had lost a penny. Many looked and sym pathised ns she trotted down the street; but it was an old gentleman who played the role of practical Sa maritan. "Well, my little maid." he asked, as he patted Molly May’s heaving shoul der. “what's the trouble?" "Boo-hoo! I've lost a penny!" came the muffled answer. Without a word the old gentleman thrust his hand into hia pocket, anJ handed Molly a penny to replace the one she had lost, saying: "There—there, now everything w P be all right." But to : is utter confusion, the little girl cropped her damp pinafore, gazing at him with an expression in which sorrow strove valiantly with anger, and said: "Oh. you wicked old man, oo had it all th^time.** Copyright. 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com pany. The play "Within the Ijhw" i9 copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this novelhsation of it is published by bis permission. The American Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex clusive rights of tho representation and performance of "Within the Law" in all languages. By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. HE SHOULD ATONE. T~)EAR MISS FAIRFAX 1 met a young man a few months ago with w hom I am very much in love. 1 have had ari ap pointment with him, but he failed to come. He phoned the next day. but I was not at home. Shall I call him up and ask him to call? JBSTINE. Having failed to keep his engage ment, It Is due you from him that he make another,mnd atone for his fail ure to keep it by being prompt and particularly attentive. You do not ow’e him the courtesy of asking him to call. A Golden One. A white rose in his buttonhole, and cotton gloves on his dirty hands, old Bill Loafer swaggered Jauntily along the street. At the corner a friend stopped him, exclaiming incredu lously : "Why, Bill, ol' man, what’s hap pened bin left some money?’’ "No, no," said Bill. "It's mo goldin weddin’; I’m celebratin' me goldin w addin’! ” Rut why ain't your wife celebrat in’ it, too?" inquired his friend. I see *er goin’ to work ;is usual this mornln’. Why ain’t she got a white rose and noo gloves?" "Fir!" muttered Bill, as he grunted reflectively. "She ain't got nothin' to do wlv It! She’s me fourth!" What the Master Used. The inspector was talking about adverbs and adjectives. "Does your master use adverbs and adjectives?" he asked. "Yes, sir," chorused the scholars "Well, what does he use when he does not use adverbs and adjectives?” There was a silence. Finally a lit tle fellow r waved his hand, "He generally uses a ruler, sir." O X the left an afternoon dress composed of a small, loose coat of "orange" velvetine and of a skirt of pal© gray silk cloth. The coat is cut kimono style, fastened on the side by a hook. A broad shawl collar is faced with gray silk cloth and the cuffs which finish the sleeves are also lined with gray-silk cloth. There is a pocket on each side. A small blouse of white net shows niching at the neck and at the wrists. The skirt Is a long Tunic, crossed in the front and caught up at the waist by large gath- < rings. The left side of tne tunic is caught up by a few folds un der the other. The underskirt is plain. On the right a small after noon coat of "Havana" taffeta. It is gathered over an em piece - ment making points over the shoulders and falling rather low over the arms. Broad openings make the armholes, which are edged by a small flat ruching which hides the setting of a sec ond sleeve of Chantilly lace, tightened at the wrists by three ruchings of taffeta, and finished by a high flounce over the hand. Tho fullness of the coat is caught up at the bottom, giving a curved effect and finishing in back in a small tail and edged by a small flat ruching. A huge Jet hook fastens the bottom. Two small revers of taf feta and a broad collar of black Chantilly complete this coat. Wanted Instructions. The station master on the Eastern Indian Railway had been given strict orders not to do anything out of the ordinary' without authority from the superintendent. This accounts for his sending the following telegram: "Superintendent's Office, Calcutta. Tiger on platform eating railway porter. Please wire instructions.” , THREE QUESTIONS. By WILLIAM F. KIRK “W ! f HAT Is Modesty?" I a eked Of a violet that basked In a swamp one summer day Where a sunbeam chanced to stray. Then the purple violet, Squandering fragrance, dewy wet. Spoke from out the swampland low: "Modesty? I do not know.” Then T asked a Illy white. Paler than an altar-light. Sinless as a vestal's day; “What is Purity, I prayf* And the lily In the dell Answered me, I cannot trll.** "What is beauty?" I Inquired Of a rose with crimson fired. "Beauty. Cleopatra * qift. Casting Antony adrift. Beauty? Tell me ere T g©.* ^ald the rose, “I do not know." Then 1 asked a girl aged three. Who explained it all to me. *Am Hints For the Household When rinsing flannels and woolens it la best to do so in warm soapy water, as pure warm water makes them hard; also when hanging cur tains out to dry, hang them double, as It make© them even and prevents them getting torn a© easily. When about to make a pudding, well flour your board and rolling pin and roll the suet out to a thin sheet. Take between your hand# and rub down, when you will find the suet as fine as breadcrumbs. Hot water mark* may be removed, from Jaipanned trays by the simple process of rubbing them over well with sweet oil, and then polishing with a Mttle dry flour on a soft duster. To curl a feather that has become damaged with rain or dew, sprinkle it thickly with common salt and shake before a bright Are until dry, when you will find it as good as new. When washing pudding cloths throw some orange peelings Into the water. This collects the grease and helps to make the cloths white and clean-looking. Soap that is allowed to dry and harden lasts twice as long as if used "hen fresh. Therefore it la cheaper to buy it 1n quantity and keep it in a dry place. To prevent costard dishes or glasses from cracking when pouring boiled custard into them, piece the dish on a damp cloth. Thla plan is most ef fective. To thread a darning-needle, take a length of ootton, put the two ends together, and thread through the eye, put wool through loop and dTmw It. A tea spoonful of borax to a quart of water will make hard water soft, so that It can be used for washing the moat delicate skin. If a white shirt Is acorched when Ironed the brown marks may be re moved by rubbing them with a little dry borax. The Soft Aiisv? H* -was really jrrowln* tired of pay ing oft hi, son', bill,—the boy was an undergraduate at one of the hlg untveraltles. However, after much thought, he decided to be Indulgent Just once more. Boys will be boys, he thought. Ac cordingly, sa requested he sent s check for J2B0, but accompanied It with stem admonitions to live more wisely and more economically. "My son,” he wrote, "you must re member that your studies are coating me a great deai of money—very much more than I can honestly afford.” "I know it, father—I know it," re plied his incorrigible hopeful; "and the tragedy I, that I don't study very hard, either.” Long Time for Both. Affable Passenger—Indeed, and you are a music hall artiste! I am a banker, and I think it must be at least twenty years since I was in a music hall. Music Hall Artiste (regretfully)— And I’m quite certain, sir, it’s twenty ygrs since I wag. in a bank, By MARVIN DANA from the Play of BAYARD VEILLER. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. But Aggie was not one to be ignored under any circumstances. Now she spoke with some acerbity in her voice, which could at will be wondrous soft and low “Say!” she retorted viciously, "you can’t throw r any scare into us. You hain’t got anything on us. See?” Cassidy, in response to this outburst, favored the girl with a long stare, and there was hearty amusement In his tones as he answered: “Nothing on you, eh? Well, well, let's see." He regarded Garson with a grin. "You are Joe Garson, forger.” As he spoke, the detective took a note-book from a pocket, found a page and then j read/ "F’irst arrested in 1891 for forg ing the name of Edwin GoodseU to a check for ten thousand dollars. Again rearrested June 19, 1893, for forgery. Arrested in April, 1898, for forging the signature of Oscar Hemmenway to a series of bonds that were counterfeit. Arrested as the man back of the Reilly gang In 1903. Arrested in 1908 for for gery." There was no change in the face or pose of the man who listened to the reading. When it was done, and the officer looked up with a resumption of his triumphant grin, Garson spoke quietly. "Haven’t any records of convictions, have you?" The grin died and a snarl sprang in its stead. “No,” he snapped, vindictively. "But we've got the right dope on you, all right, Joe Garson." He turned savhgely on the girl, who now had regained her usual expression of demure innocence, but with her rather too heavy' brows drawn a little low'er than their wont under the influence of an emotion other wise concealed. “And you're little Aggie Lynch," Cas sidy declared as he thrust the note-book back into his pocket. "Just now you’re l posing as Mary Turner’s cousin. You served two years in Burnsing for black mail. You were arrested in Buffalo, convicted and served your stretch. Nothing on you? Well, well!" Again there was triumph in the officer’s chuckle. Aggie showed no least sign of per- j turbation In the face of this revelation of her unsavory record. Only an ex pression of half-incredulous wonder and delight beamed from her widely opened blue eyes and waa emphasized in the rounding of the little mouth. Sarcasm Without Effect. '"Why,” she cried, and now there was softness enough in the cooing notes, “my Ga-wdl It looks as thongh you had actually been worldn'l” The sarcasm was without effect on the dull sensibilities of the officer. He went on speaking with obvious enjoy ment of the extent to which his knowl edge reached. "And the head of the gang is Mary Turner. Arrested four years ago for robbing the Emporium. Did her stretch of three years." “Is that »1 you've got about her?" Oaraon denwided with such abruptness that Cassidy forgot his dignity suffi ciently to answer with an unqualified yea The forger continued speaking rap idly, and now there was an undercur rent of feeling in his voice. "Nothing in your record of her about her coming out without a friend In the world and trying to go straight? You ain’t got nothing in that pretty little book of your'n about your going to the millinery store where nhe finally got a Job and tipping them oft to where she come from?" "Sure they waa tipped off," Cassidy answered, quite unmoved. And he add ed, swelling visibly with importance: "We got to protect the city.” "Got anything in that record of your'n," Garson went on venomously, "about her getting another job, and your following her up again and having her thrown out? Got it there about the letter you had old Gilder write, so that his Influence would get her canned?" "Oh, we had her right the first time," Cassidy admitted, complacently. Then the bitterness of Garson’s soul SYNOPSIS. Mary Turner, becoming an orphan, is thrown on her own resources. She finds work at the Emporium, a de partment store owned by Edward Gilder;* is accused of the theft of silks. an<l sent lo prison, though in norent. She tells George Deinareat. Gilder's head lawyer, that the way to stop thievery is lo pay a living wage. In prison she learned from fellow convicts why girls g© wrong. She understands their point of view and sympathizes with them. Aggie Lynch, a convict friend of Mary's at Burnsing, sees good "possibilities ’ for her in the world of crime. Upon Mary’* release the slogan "once a criminal always one,” prevents her from securing work. She is contln- ally hounded and in desperation throws herself into the North River, •’oe Garson, a forger, rescues her and keeps her and Aggie in luxury, though living chaste lives. Mary reads that a famous financier escapes prison through keeping within the letter of*the law. She follows his ex ample and becomes the leader of a band of swindlers, robbing only the unscrupulous. Gilder’s son Dick meets and loves Mary, who seeks to wreak vengeance on the father through the son. Aggie poses as her cousin, and they pretend to be re spectable. Now go on with the story was revealed by the fierceness In his voice as he replied: “You did not! She was railroaded for a job she never done. She went In hon est and she came out honest." The detective indulged himself In a cackle of sneering merriment. "And that’s why she’s here now with a gang of crooka,” he retorted. Mr. Cassidy Laughs. Garson met the implication fairly. "Where else should she he?" he de manded, violently. "You ain't got noth ing in that record about my jumping into the river after her?" The forger’s voice deepned and trembled with the intensity of his emotion, which was now grown so strong that any who listened and looked might guess something of the truth as to his feeling toward this woman of whom he spoke. "That’s where I found her—a girl that never done nobody any harm, starving be cause you police wouldn’t give her a chance to work. In the river because she wouldn't take the only other way that was left her to make a living, be cause she was keeping straight! . . . Have you got any of that in your book?" Cassidy, who had been scowling in the face of this arraignment, suddenly gave vent to a croaking laugh of derision. "Huh!" he said, contemptuously. **I guess you's stuck on her, eh?" At the word®, an Instantaneous change swept over Garson. Hitherto he had been tense, his face set with emotion, a man strong and sullen, -with eyes as clear and heartless as those of a beast in the wild. Now, without warning, a startling transformation was wrought. His form stiffened to rigidity after one lightning swift step forward, and his face grayed. The eyes glowed with the fires of a man’s heart in a spasm of hate. He was the embodiment of rage as he spoke huskily, his voice a whis per that was yet louder than any shout. "Cut that!” The eyes of the two men locked. Cas sidy struggled with all his pride against the dominant fury this man hurled on him. “WhatT* he demanded, blusterlngly. But his tone was weaker than its wont. "I mean," Garson repeated, and there was finality in his accents, a deadly quality that was appalling, "I mean, out it out—now, here, and all the time! It don’t go!" The voice rose slightly. The effect of it was more penetrant than a scream. "It don’t go , . . Do you get me?" There was a short interval of sil ence, then the officer’s eyes at last fell. Tt was Aggie who relieved the tension of the scene. "He’s got you,” she remarked, airily. "Oi, oi! He’s got you!” There were again a few seconds of pause, and then Cassidy made an ob servation that revealed in some meas ure the shock of the experience he had just undergone. "You would have been a big man, Joe, if it hadn’t been for that temper of yours. It’s got you into troume once or twice already. Some take it’s likely to prove your finish.” Garson relaxed his immobility, and a little color crept Into his cheeks. “That’s my business," he responded, dully. ’Anyway," the officer went on, with a new confidence, now that his eyes were free from the gaze that had burned in to his soul, "you’ve got to clear out, the whole gang of you and do It quick." Aggie, who as a matter of fact began to feel that she was not receiving her due share of attention, now interpos ed. moving forward till her face was close to the detective's. "We don't scare worth a cent," she snapped, with the virulence of a vixen. “You can’t do anything to us. We ain’t broke the law.” There came a sudden ripple of laughter, and the charming lips curved joyously as she added: "Though perhaps we have bent it a bit.” Cassidy sneered, outraged by such im pudence on the part of an ex-convict. "Don’t make no difference what you’ve done," he growled. "Gee!” he went on with a heavy sneer. "But things are coming to a pretty pass when a gang of crooks gets to arguing about their rights. That’s funny, that la!’’ / "Then laugh!" Aggie exclaimed, in solently, and made a face at the officer. "Ha, ha, ha!" "Well, you've got the tip." Cassidy J returned, somewhat disconcerted, after a stolid fashion of his own. "It’s up to you to take it, that’s all. If you don’f, ‘ one of you will make a long visit w’ith some people out of town, and it’ll prob ably be Mary. Remember, I’m giving it to you straight." Aggie assumed her formal society manner, exaggerated to the point of extravagance. "Do come again, little she chir ruped, caressingly. "I’va *>nJoy«d your visit so much!” But Cassidy paid no apparent atten- I tion to her frivolousness; only turned * and went noisily out of the drawing room, offering no return to her daintily I Inflected good-afternoon. For her own part, as she heard the outer door close behind the detective. Aggie’s expression grew vicious, and the heavy brows drew very low, until the level line almost made her pretsJ&es* vanish. "The truck-horse detectlveF* she sneered. "An eighteen collar and/ a eix- and-a-half hat! He sure had his nerve, trying to bluff ua!" But It was plain that Garson waa of another mood. There was anxiety in his face as he stood, staring vaguely out of the window. “What Have We Done.” "Perhaps It wasn’t a bluff, Aggie,” he suggested. "Well, what have we done. I’d like to know?" the girl demanded, confident ly. She took a cigarette and a match from the tabouret beside her and stretched her feet comfortably, if very Inelegantly, on a chair opposite. Garson answered with & note of wear iness that was unlike him. "It ain’t what you have done," he said, quietly. "It’s what they can make a jury think you’ve done. And, once they set out to get you—God, how they can frame things! If they ever start out after Mary ?’ He did not finish the sentence, but aank down ii^ to his chair with a groan that was al most of despair. The girl replied with a burst of care less laughter. "Joe,” she said gayly, "you’re one grand little forger, all right, all right. But Mary’s got the brains. Pooh, I'll string along with her as far as she wants to go. She’s educated, she is. She ain’t like you and me, Joe. She talks like & lady and, what’s a damn ed sight harder, she acts like a lady. I guess I know. Wake me up any old night, and ask me—just ask ma* that’s all. She’s been tryin’ to makT- a lady out of me!" The vivaciousnese of the girl dAr tracted the man for the moment frcflf the gloom of his thoughts, and he turs ed to survey the speaker with a cyni cal amusement. "Swell chance!" he commented dryly, "Oh, I’m not so worse! Just you watch out." The lively girl sprang up, discarded the cigarette adjusted an ima ginary train and spoke lispingly in a society manner much more moderate and convincing than that with which she had favored the retiring Cassidy. Voice, pose and gesture proclaimed at least the excellent mimic. "How do you do, Mrs. Jones! So good of you to call! .... My dear Miss Smith, this is Indeed a pleasure.” She seated herself again, quite primly now, and moved her hands over the tabouret appropriately to her words "One lump or two? . . . Yes. I Just love bridge. No, I don’t play,’ she contin ued, simpering; "but, just the same, I love It.” With this absurd ending. Aggie again arranged her feet accord ing to her liking on the opposite chair. "That’s the kind of stuff she's had me doing,” she rattled on in her coarser voice, "and believe me, Joe, it’s damn ed near killing me. But all the same." she hurried on, with a swift revulsion of mood to the former serious topic. "I’m for Mary strong: You stick to her, Joe, and you’ll wear diamonds. . . . And that reminds me! I wish she'd let me wear mine, but she won’t. She says they’re vulgar for an innocent country girl like her cousin, Agnes Lynch. Ain’t that fierce? . . . Hov can anything be vulgar that’s worth a hundred and fifty a carat? To Be Continued To-momow. Items of Interest r The largest and moat commodious theater in New Zealand has just been I completed at Wellington at a cost of j $150,000. 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