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1 i INTL By the Sweat of His Brow By BEATRICE FAIRFAX << W' rn.L you bo ?ood enough." auks M. E,, "to tell me If It is proper for a girl to kiss a young; man who tells her he loves her hut can not marry her for somp time to come owlnK to the fact that he is not in a position to support her at the present time, and may never be able to do so?” If kisses be classed as luxuries or necessities depends solely on the years of the one making the classifl- , ation Youth regards them as neces sities. and Age knows they are but idle luxuries, meaningless though not unpleasant, and an altogether unsani tary method of expressing an affec tion that sometimes lasts little longer than the kiss Itself. • Hilt, be they luxuries or necessities, tiiex should he classed among the many things which a man should he < ompelled to earn by the sweat of his brow. I'nless he can earn a living, and by the sweat of his brow provide bread, he is not entitled to kisses. I’nless he can go forth and with mus cle and brain produce the price of a nest for his bride, he hasn't earned t he right to be kissed by anybody in the world but his mother. Is an Insult. The kiss that is given to a girl with the declaration, “I love you, but 1 can not afford to marry you; I am not in position to support you now, and may never be able 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 1 seek the privilege. I can do nothing for you and my monopoly of your affection wilLserve no other pur pose than to place you in an embar-i rasslng position, end to keep other\ lovers away whose intentions are more 1 honorable. But It pleases me to kiss ! you, and when I grow tired of kiss- j ing you I can take my avowals of , love to some other girt. They cany | no promise with them, no.obligation, j no duty, and so long as there are girls , in the world who will kiss me, I can enjoy myaglf without paying ■>*«• price.” He Is a Loafer. 1 take it that this young man is a loafer, and who is there who thinks i that the man who loafs when there is so much work to do, is entitled to any girl's kisses? A self-respecting man will seek work, and a self-respectIng girl will 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 Rlther 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. L. Some Up-to-Date Gowns and * * * * How I hey Are Fashioned WITHIN THE LAW Adventure, Infringe and Love rrv11E announcement made recently [ that the* Prince of Wales, in the interval of his studies at Oxford, is learning to play the bag pipes under the tuition of Pipe Major W Kose, of the Second Scots Guards, surprised many people, and particu larly those who have an inherent dis like to the much-abused Instrument. But his loyal highnesa. 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 a* Balmoral, and so had King Ed ward, and to-day there is one at- iached 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 ill front of the royal apart ments even morning and awaken the household with the "skirl” of his pipes on official occasions, too, when the Balmoral Highlanders are welcoming thr king and queen on their arrival at their Scottish residence, or when the retainers on the royal estate are taking part in any function, the king's piper invariably heads the procession of kilted men. At tile Bracmar Highland gather ing, the great social event of the sea son on Deeside, which Is patronised by royally, this official always “plays" the king's , lansmen around the arena. On a memorable occasion at New Mar Lodge, the seat of the late Duke of Fife, King Edward, along with the princess royal, her two daughters and Ms 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 lie was in the Highlands. Highland Garb. As soon as he reached Balmoral on his periodical visits King Edward— 3ust. as King George does to-day— donned the kilt, and, as was often re marked, no Highlander could carry it hotter than did his majesty. Queen Victoria, too. had as great an admira tion for the tartan as she had for the bigpipes. In her majesty's time the ' walls of Balmoral Castle were draped |UU . | olors. Th' V ha V® miiiT' been replaced *>y less somber decoration s’ Hut neither the wear ing of the kilt nor the retaining of a piper is dictated by royal'fashion, for • very nobleman w lose ancestral home i in the Highlands dons the tradi- as much out of compll- mcestry as for any other guests, as a rule, follow as a matter of courtesy, but 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. 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, Lord - - suggested that his sporran should he 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 tine band of pipers, wholly composed of Sikhs 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 hands of their own. An amusing in stance of Scottish pride is told by a retired Indian officer in this connec tion. He wan one day visiting the Court of the Rajah of Jeend, and no ticed that the only person who broke through the rigid rule of etiquette, which forbids the wearing of shoes in the presence of the Rajah, was nia bagpiper. Judicious inquiry elicited the fact that the sturdy Scot, when being engaged as the court musician, had stipulated that he was not to ne obliged to go about the court in bare feet as he regarded it as derogatory to his native country that he shoui 1 do such a thing. nl son. I exam i el An amu jry is tc an, and e Highly ors mounted spo something lib it. The kilt course, and t the next day Highland ing but well-authenticated d of a German prince who uest of a Scottish noble- Cio was ao fascinated with id dress that he determined kilt made. He placed the a well-known firm of tni- complete outfit, richly th silver buckles, and gold- an or pouch. He paid a hundred guineas for was delivered in due i prince w as rigged out n all the splendor of a In! Hut his highness Do You Know Thai— 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 way of San Francisco, Honolulu, Japan, China. Manchuria and India, and are appearing under the title of the “University Quar tette,” or the “Four Singing Evan gelists.” Each can preach a sermon, lead a young men’s Sunday school class or blend his 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 a feature of the Cunardcr Aquitania, recently finished. The rud der is so large that a doorway ha? been constructed In the lower par; to admit workmen, so that they can remove the pin which connects the rudder to the ship. This pin is four feet long, and bigger than the heav iest projectile made for modern ar tillery. When delivered at the build ers' yard the rudder was in three parts. After they had been connect ! 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 th* County Council, numbers nearly *22,000. Some time ago a scheme was started by which the police gave lodg ing tickets to these night wanderers. This has somewhat depleted the Em bankment and the streets, but the fact is noted that only about half of the people w ho are given tickets make use of them They clearly prefer the wandering life. was unfamiliar with the wearing of Acts Like Magic The Guaranteed Liquid Hair Destroy** A Perfumed. Depilatory It Is the only preparation that Immediately and without the slightest injury to the most delicate is in, wiU remove Superfluous Hair It Acts Instantly 'wherever applied You will find it not offensive, a requisite others care Dot claim for their preparations. Stop Experimenting! Buy a Bottle of EI-Rado Frice $1.00 at Jacobs' Ten Stores. • >* a* valuable information free on request. PILGRIM MFG. COMPANY M»t 28th St New Yor< False Gratitude By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. HE SHOULD ATONE. TAEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I n I met f o w months ago with w hom 1 am very much in love. 1 have had an ap pointment with him. but he failed .to come. Ho phoned the next day. but I was not at home. Sh all I call him up and ask him Yo call? JESTINE. Having felled to keen his engage ment, it is due you from him that he make another, and atone for his fail ure to keep it by being prompt arid particularly attentive. Tou do not owe 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 come stopped him, exclaiming lously: ‘'Why, Bill, ol’ man, what’s hap penedbin left some money. "No. no," said Bill. "It’s me goldin weddin’; I’m celebratin' me goldin weddin’! ” "But why ain’t your wif* in’ it. too’.’” inquired hi see ’or goin’ to work as u mornin’. Why ain’t she got a whin rose and non gloves?” "Kr!” muttered Bill, ns he grunted reflectively. "She ain’t got nuthjn' to do wiv it! a friend in cretin- file elchrat* id. 1 T ml this She’s me fourth! Little Molly May was only six, and on the morning of the story was sob bing her heart out because she had lost a penny. Many looked and sym pathized as she trotted down the street; but it was an old gentleman who played the role ot practical Sa maritan. "Well, my little maid." he asked, ns he patted\Molly May’s heaving shoui der, “what a the trouble?” "Boo-hoo! I’ve lost a penny!” cane the muffled answer. Without a word the old gentleman thrust his hand into hie pocket, an 1 handed Molly a penny to replace tht one she had lost, saying: "There—there, now everything w *1 be all right." But to 1 is utter confusion, th* little girl uropped her damp pinafore, gazing at him with an expression n which sorrow strove valiantly with anger, and said “Oh. you wicked old man, oo all the tin**’ 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 ho use when h; does not use adverbs and adjectives? There was a silence. Finally a lit tle fellow waved his hand. "He generally uses a ruler, sir.” the left an afternoon dress composed of a small, loose coat of “orange” velvetine and of a skirt of pale 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 ajso lined with gray-silk cloth. There is a pocket on each side. A small blouse of white net shows ruching.at tbe neck and at the wrists. The skirt Is a long tunic, crossed in the front and caught up at the waist by large gath erings. The left side of the tunic is caught up by few folds un- The underskirt der the other, is plain. On the right a small after noon coat of "Havana” taffeta. It gathered over an emplece- ment making points over the shoulders and falling rather low' over the arms. Broad openings make the armholes, which are edged hv a small flat ruchlng which hides the -setting of a sec ond sleeve of Chantilly lace, tightened at the wrists by three ru' hings of tafTetn. and finished by a high flounce over the hand. The 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. N'l'hc 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 svedins the following telegram: "Suit, rintendent’s Office. Calcutta. . Tiger on platform eating railway porter. Please wire instructions." THREE QUESTIONS. By WILLIAM F. KIRK j ^ \XT tHAT is Modest' . ’ I asked Of a vioh*t 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? 1 do not know.’' Then I asked a Illy white. Paler than an altar-light, Sinless as a vestal’s day; "What is Purity, I pray?** And the lily in the dell Answered me, “I cannot tell.** "What is beauty?” I inquired Of a rose w ith crimson fired. "Beaut\. Cleopatra’s sift, Casting Antony adrift. Beauty? Tell me ore 1 go.” Said the rose. "I do not know.” ?hcn as girl aged th all to mo. Hints For the Household When rinsing flannels and woolens it is best to do so in \ soapv water, as pure warm vote- rpnl-vs them hard; also when hanging cur tains out. to drv, hang them double, as it makes them even end prevents them getting torn so easily. Whqn about to make a nudeing. well flour your board ard railing pin and roll th* suet out to r. thin sheet. Take between your hards and rub down, when you wEl And the suet 1 fine as breadcrumbs. Hot wAter marks rv ' from japanned trays b; process of rubbing tiu with sweet oil. ml the with a little dry flour on a overi m p! * veil noli siting eft duster. the i eve To curl a feather that has become damaged with rain or dew. sprinkle it thickly with common salt and shake Ijjpfcre a bright fir* until dry. when you will find it as good as new. When v.as’Hng pudding cloths throw some orange nrp’' n2v . into th- ? water. This collects the grease arid helps to make the cloths white and clean-looking. Soap that is allowed to an and harden las Vs • ” ice a - long as if used wh«*n T herefore it is cheapy * to buy it in quantity and keep it in a ary place. To prevent cu? ard dishe« or glasses from cracking when pouring boiled custard into them, place the dish on a damp cloth. This plan is most ef fective. To thread a darning-needle, take a 'cnC 1 ' of cotton, put the two ends together, and thread through the eye, put wool through loop and nraw it. A teaspoonful of borax to a quart of water will make hard water soft, so that It can be used for washing the most delicate skin. If a white shirt is scorched when j ironed the brown marks may be re moved by rubbing them with a little dry borax. Copyright, 1913, by the H. K Fly Com pany The play “Within the I jaw” is copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this novellzation of It is published by his permission. The American Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex- clu.“tve rights of the representation and performance of “Within the Law" in all languages. 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 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, foimd a page and then read: “First arrested in 1891 for forg ing the name of Edwin Goodsell 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 savagely on the girl, who now had regained her usual expression of demure innocence, but with her rather too heavy brows drawn a little lower 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 posing as Mary Turner’s cousin. You served two years in Burnsing for black mail. You were arrested in Buffalo, j convicted and served your stretch. 'Nothing on you? Well, well!” Again i there was triumph in the officer’s ; jhuckle. Aggie showed no least sign of per turbation in the face of this revelation i of her unsavory record. Only an ex pression of half-incredulous wor.der and delight beamed from her widely opened blue eyes and was emphasized in the rounding of the little mouth. Sarcasm Without Effect. “Why,” she erle I. am! now there was -oftness enough in the cooing notes, •my Gawd! 't looks as though you V ad actually been worktn’!’ Tho sarcasm was without effect on iPa <: u n sensibilities of the officer. He went on speaking with obvious enjoy- , i . 0 f the extent to which his knowL- dge reached. • And th head of the gang is Mary .’urner. Arrested four . ears ago for robbing the Emporium. Did her stretch I f three years.” I "Is that all you’ve got about her?” ; Jarson demanded with such abruptness hat Cassidy forgot his dignity suffi- I uently to answer with an unqualified : yes. The forger continued speaking rap- 11 y, 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 get nothing in that pretty little book of youv*n about your going to the millinery store where she finally got a > job and tipping them off to where she come from?” I “Sure they was tipped off," Cassidy answered, quite unmoved. And he add ed. swelling visibly with importance: I “AVe 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 resource*. She finds work at the Emporium, a de partment store owned by Edward Gilder; is accused of the theft of silks, and sent to prison, though in nocent. She tells George Demarest, Gilder's head lawyer, that the way to stop thievery is to pay a living \#age. In prison she learned from fellow convicts why girls go 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’s release the slogan "once a criminal always one,” prevents her from securing work. She is contin ually hounded and in desperation throws herself into the North River. Joe 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, rotfbing only the unscrupulous. Glider’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. ruped, caressingly. 'Tve enjoyed your Now go on with the story vls,t sn much! 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 charm!** lips ourved joyously as she addedi “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 is!” Then laugh!” Aggie exclaimed, In solently, and made a face at the officer. “Ha, ha, ha!” “Well, you’ve got the tip.” Cassidy returned, somewhat disconcerted, after a stolid fashion of his own. “It’s up to you to take it, that’s all. If you don’t, one of you will make a long visit with 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 one,” she chlr The Soft Answer. He tvas really grow ing tired of pay- jtng off his son's bills—the boy was | an undergraduate at one of the big I universities. However, after much j thought, he decided to be indulgent j just once more. Boys will be boys, he thought. Ac- j cordingly, as requested, he sent a Jcheck for $250, but accompanied it with stern admonitions to live more wisely and more economically. “My son.’’ he wrote, "you must ’re member that your studies are costing i me a great deal of money—very much more than I can honestly afford.” “I know It. father—I know it,” re- [ piled his incorrigible hopeful: “and j the tragedy is 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 e music hall. Music Hall Artiste (regretfully)— And I’m quite certain, sir, it’s twenty years since I was in a bank. 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 crooks,” he retorted- Mr. Cassidy Laughs. Garson met the implication fairly. “Where else should she be?” 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 w r ork. 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. ‘T guess you’s stuck on her, eh?” At the Words, 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. “Cur that!” The eyes of the two men locked. Cas sidy struggled with all his pride against the dominant fury this man hurled on him. “What?” he demanded, blusteringly. But his tone was weaker than its wont. “I mean,” Garson repeated, and there was finality in his accents, a deadly qualit5 r that was appalling, “I mean, cut 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. It 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 man, Joe, if it hadn’t been for that tamper of yours. It’s got you into trouble once or twice already. Some take it’s likely to prove your finish.” Garson relaxed Ills 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. tfce 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 But Cassidy paid no apparent atten tion, to her frivolousness; only turned and went noisily out of the drawing room, offering no return to her daintily 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 lew, until the level line almost made her prettiness vanish. “The truck-horse detective!” she sneered. “An eighteen collar and a sfac- and-a-half hatl He sure had his nerve, trying to bluff us!” But It was plain that Garson was of another mood. There waa anxiety In his face as he stood scaring vaguely out of the window. ‘‘What Have We Done.’* “Perhaps It wasn’t a bluff, Aggie,** he suggested. “Well, what have we done. Td Mice to know?” the girl demanded, confident ly. She took a cigarette and a match 1 from the tabouret beside her and stretched her feet comfortably, if very Inelegantly, on a chair opposite. Garson answered with a 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 sank down in 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 ont 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 1* She ain’t like you and me, Joe. She talks like a 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 me, that’s all. She’s been tryln’ to make a lady out of me!” The vivaciousness of the girl dis tracted the man for the moment from the gloom of his thoughts, and he turn 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? . . . How can anything he vulgar that's worth a hundred and fifty a carat? To Be Continued To-morrow. Items of Interest The largest and most commodious theater in New Zealand has just been completed at Wellington at a cost of $150,000. There is seating accommo dation for 2,300 persons, and the stage, which is the widest in New Zealand, will easily hold the property and scenic effects of any production which has visited New Zealand. It is claimed that the auditorium could be emptied in case of emergency within three minutes. The word “tweed,” as applied to cloth, really means “twilled,” and has noth ing to do with the River Tweed, al though much Scotch tweed is made in the basin of that river. Great Britain owns 65 submarine na val vessels, France 58, the United States of America 20 and Japan 12. The greatest depth of the sea yet discovered is 32,0S9 feet. The hair wows considerably faster j during summer than during winter. An orange tree will continue bear fruit until it is 150 years old. “Th* Best Finishing vd rniarg- Inl T^st Ctn Be Produced.** East mao Films and com plete stork amateur roppUaft, Quick mail serrice for out-cT-t custirvrs. Send fer Cataieg and Price List. A. K. HAWKES CO. ^ 14 Whitehall S’— Atlanta, Ga.