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4 PUIJB SI L!^ GLOVES Once you wear r a silk glove, you will never be satisfied with any other kind. The reason is plain. There is none }ust as good. The silk is the best that can be manufactured. The style is up to the minute and colors are correct to a dot. The finger tips tie doable and each pair contains a guarantee ticket. Ask your dealer. If he cannot supply you, send u« his name. We.willsuppiy you through him. Niagara Silk Milts North Tonawanda, N. Y. New York Boston Chicago Ran Fraociaoo ■ ] By t he Sweat of His By BEATRICE FAIRFAX Brow JfTX TILL you be good enough.'* yy a&kfl M K “to tell me if it ia proper for a girl t Idas a young man who tells her h loves her but ra.ii not marry her for some lime to come owing to the fact that he Is not In a position to support her at the present time, and may paver be able to do so?" If kisses be classed a* luxuries or necessities depends solely on the years of the one making the nJaasifl- cation Youth regards them as neces sities. and Age knows they ar* but idle luxuries, meaningless though not unpleasant, and an altogether urisani- ttry method of expressing an affec tion that sometime* lasts little longer than the kiss itself. But, be they luxuries or necessities, they should be classed among the many things Avhlch a man should be compelled 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 flie 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. “1 love you, but I 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- It is as if he said to her “it grat ifies me to kiss you. and for that reason I seek the privilege 1 can do nothing for you and my monopoly of your affection w ill serve no other pur pose than to place you in an embar rassing position, and to keep other lovers away whose intentions are more honorable. But il pleases me to kiss von and when I grow tired of kiss ing you I can take my avowals of love to some other girJ. They carry no promise with them, no obligation no duty, and so long as there are girls In the world who will kiss me. I can enjoy myself without paying to. price.” He Is a Loafer I lak" it lhal this young man is » loafer and who la (hern who thinks that Hit man who loaf* when there is ho much work to.do. Is entitled to any gill's klHscs'.’ A self - respect ing man will Hick work, and a self-respecting girl will refuse to bestow any mark of affection on a man who is a pro fessional holm in the Kingdom of Love. To care for such a man is a weak ness that entries tragedy in its wake 11 is the same kind of weakness lhal marks the woman who supports her husband finding recompense for her toil in the fact that, he never abuses her or speaks cross to tier, while other women's husbands who w'ork 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 I wo choices of degradation: Klther she ktsseH the man to no other pur pose than a waste of time and an un savory memory, or she marries him s nd lakes upon her shoulders the burden of his support. There is rio other alternative Some Up-to-Date Gowns and ? r How They Are Fashioned WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love A Prince Who Plays Bagpipes T HE announcement made recently that the Prince of Wales, in the interval of hi* studies at Oxford, is learning to play the bag piper, under the tuition of Pipe Major W. Rose, of the Second Scot* Guards, surprise 1 many people, and particu larly those who have an inherent dis like to the much-abused instrument. But hie royal highness, in taking up rhe bagpipe as n musical accomplish ment, 1s merely tarrying on a tradi tion of the royal house, many of the member* of which have always had a liking for the mrrrv rhant of the pipes Queen Victoria had her piper at Balmoral, and so had King Ed ward. and to-day there U one at tached to the royal establishment, for King George is f<nd of bagpipe mu sic as hit, faiher and his royal grand mother were. Early Morning Skirt. When the court Is In residente in the Highlands it is customary for the royal piper, dressed tn full Highland costume, to march backward and for ward m front of the ro>al apart ment! every morning and awaken the household with the “skirl" of his pipes. On official occasions, too, when the Balmoral Highlanders are welcoming the king and queen on their arrival at their Scottish residence, or when the retainers on the royal estate arc 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 Deealde. which Is patronized by royalty, this official always “plays" rhe king s clansmen around the arena. On a memorable occasion at New Mar Lodge. the seat of the late Duke of Fife. King Edward, along svlth 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 his periodical visits King Edward— Ju*t as King George does to-day - donned the kilt. and. as was often re marked, ro Highlander could carry it better than did his majesty. Queen Victoria, too. had a.s great an admira tion fbr'the tartan as she had for the bigpipes. In her majest>'§ time the walls of Balmoral Castle were draped with the Stuart colors. They have j-ince been replaced t» h ue 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, ms a rule, follow his example as a matter of courtesy, but it does not always happen that Ihey have the necessary habiliments with which to convert themselves for the time being into “Highlanders An Amusing Story. An amusing but well-authenticated atory is told of a German prince who was the guest of a Scottish noble gian. and who was so fascinated with the Highland dress that he determined have a kilt made. He placed the brder with a well-known Arm of tai- 'ors for a complete outfit, richly adorned with silver buckles, and golri- anounted sporran or touch He paid something like a hundred guineas for 1t. The kilt was delivered in due course, and the prince was rigged out the. next day in all the splendor of a Highland chieftain! But his bighne-s xvas unfamiliar with the wearing of the sporran, and to the consternation of his host and hostess and tfcpir 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 hia sporran ahould 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 Soot. It is not only in Scotland that the bagpipes are regarded with favor. The Englishman certainly likes them best at a distance, hut they are a very popular instrument among the natives of the Punjab, In India. The late Maharajah of F’atiala had a fine band of piper* 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-t-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 th© Rajah of Jeend, and no ticed that the only person who broke through the rigid rule of ©liquet♦©. which forbids the wearing of shoes in the presence of the Rajah, was, nil bagpiper. Judicious inquiry elicited the fact that the sturdy Scot, w'hcn being engaged as the court musician, had stipulated that he was not to obliged to go about the court iu bare feet, ns he regarded It as derogatory to his native country that he shoui 1 do such a thing. Ad [vice to the Lovelorn Acts Like Magic ■ Tb« Guaranteed Liquid Hair Destroyer A Perfumed Depilatory It I* the only preparation that immediateiv and without the slightest Injury to the most delicate skin, wiii remove Superfluous Hair It Ads Instantly wherever applied You will find It not offensive, a requisite others dare not claim for their preparations. Stop Experimenting! Bay a Bottle ol El-Rado Price 11.00 at Jacobi' Ten Stores. BmklM tnlarmutitm >'fcn PILGRIM MFG. COMPANY £7-38 East 28th St. Now York. 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 th,> “Four Singing Evan gellsts." 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 Ounarder Aquttania, recently finished. The rud der is so large that a doorway has 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 thre parts. After they had been connect I 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(> CfHKBty Council, numbers m\uU 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 who are given tickets make use of them They clearly prefer the wandering life. By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. HE SHOULD ATONE. I YEA R MISS FAIRFAX 1 met a \ oung man a few months ago with whom 1 am very much In love. I have had an ap pointment with him, hut he failed to come. He phoned the next day hut 1 was not at home. Shall I call him up and ask him to call? J ESTIN E Having failed to keep his engage ment. it iB due you from him that he make another, and atone for his fail ure to keep it by being prompt and particularly attentive. You 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 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 me goldin weddln ; I'm celebratin' me goldin weddln'! ” • But w hy ain't your wife celebrat in’ it. too?" inquired his friend. “I see er goln' to work as usual this mornin’ Why ain't she got a white rose and noo gloves?” “Hr!" muttered BUI. as lie grunted reflectively. "She ain't got nuthhf to do wiv It! She’s me fourth!” What the Master Used. The inspector was talking about adverbs and adjectives. "Does your master use adverb© and adjectives?" he asked. "Yes. sir." chorused the scholars. "Well, what does he use when he docs 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” velvetihe 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 arc also lined with gray-silk cloth. There is a pocket on each side. A small blouse of white net shows ruohing 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 erings. The left side of the 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 empiece- 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 ruohings of taffeta, 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 niching. 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 <»n platform eating railway porter. Please wire instructions.” Hints For the Household raise Gratitude Little Molly May was only six, and on the morning of the. story wav sob bing her heart out because she had lost a penny. Many looked and sym pathized as she trotted down 'he street: but it was an old gentleman who played the role of practical Sa maritan. “Well, mv little maid " he asked, a? he patted Molly May's heaving shoil der. “what’s the trouble?” “Boo-hoo! I've h»st a penny!" cam the muffled answer. Without a word the old gentleman thrust his hand into hia pocket, anJ handed Molly a penny to replace the one shq had lost, saying: “There—there, now' everything w ’l be all right." Rut to ’ Is utter confusion, the little girl aropped her damp pinafore, gazing at him with an expression >n which sorrow strove valiantly with anger, and said ' ‘ »)i. you wicked old man. oo had it aU the time." A THREE QUESTIONS. By WILLIAM F KIRK 4 4 t Y/ hat l* Modesty"'’ T asked Of s violet that basked In r 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 naked a Iffy white. Baler than an altar-light. Sin’eaa aa a vestal’s day; "What is Purity. I prayf* And the lily in the oell Answered me, “1 cannot tail " “What is beauty?” I Inquired Of a rose with crimson tired "Beauty. Cleopatra a gift. Casting Antony adrift. Beauty Tell ma et© i go.* Said f h© rose. *T do not know* "’hen I a©ked a girl aged three. Who <\pl©1ned It all to me When rinsing flannels and woolens it is 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 makes them evert and prevents them getting torn so 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 hands and rub down, when you will find the suet as fine as breadcrumbs. Hot water marks may be removed from japanned trays by the simple process of rubbing them over well with sweet oil, and then policing with a little 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 fire 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 when fresh. Therefore it is cheapc" to buy It 1n quantity and keep it in a dry place. To prevent custard dishes 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 length of cotton, put the two ends together. and thread through the eye, put wool through loop and draw 1t. 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 ironed the brown mark* may be re moved by rubbing them with a little dry borax. The Soft Answer. He was really growing tired of pay ing off his son's bills—the boy was an undergraduate at one of ihe big universities However, after much thought, he decided to be indulgent just once more. Boys will be boys, he thought. Ac cordingly. as requested, he sent a check 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 me a great deal of money—very much more than I can honestly afford." “1 know it. father—I know it.” re plied his incorrigible hopeful; “and the tragedy is that I don't study very, hard, either." Long Time for Both. Affable Passenger—Indeed, and you arc a music hall artiste! I am * banker, and 1 think it must be at 'east twenty years since 1 was in a music hall. Music Hall Artiste (regretfully)-- And I'm quite certain, sir. it’s twenty > ears since 1 w as in a bank. Copyright. 1913. by the H. K Fly Com pany. The play "Within the laiw" is copyrighted by Mr. Velller and this novelization of it ia publiahed by hia permission. The American Play Com pany Is the sole proprietor of The ex clusive rights of tne representation and performance of "Within the Law" in all languages. Bv MARVIN DANA from the Play of BAYARD VEILLER. TOD A Y \S INSTALLMENT. Hut 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 "Hay!" 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 gtin. "You are Joe Garson, forger." As be spoke, the detective took a note-book from a pocket, found a page 'and then read: "First arrested in 1891 fpr forg ing ihe name of Edwin GoodseLI to a check for ten thousand dollars. Again reanrested June 19. 1893, for forgery. Arreeted in April, 1898. for forging the signature of Oscar Hemmenway to a series Af bonds that were counterfeit. Arrested as the man back of the Reilly gang in 1903. Arreeted 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 dona, 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 >ack 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, 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 turbation in the face of this revelation • >f her unsavory record Only an ex pression of half-incredulous wonder and delight beamed from her widely opened blue eyes and was emphasized in the | rounding of the little mouth. Sarcasm Without Effect. ' “Why,” she cried, and now there was ! softness enough in the cooing notes, ‘ray Gawd! It looks as though you | had actually been workln’!” The sarcasm was without effect on . the dull sensibilities of the officer. He 1 went on speaking with obvious enjoy- | ment of the extent to which his knowl- I edge reached. j "And the head of tne gang is Mary Turner. Arrested four years ago for robbing the Emporium Did her stretch of three years." "Is that all you've got about her?" Garson demanded with such abruptness I that Cassidy forgot his dignity suffi- I ciently to answer with an unqualified ! yes. I The forger continued speaking rap- j idly, and now there was an undercur- | rent of feeling in his voice. 1 "Nothing in your record of her about j her coming out without a friend in the world and trying to go straight? You ! ain't got nothing in that pretty little I book of your’n about your going to the I millinery store where she finally got a job and tipping them off to where she come from?" "Sure they was 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, ia thrown on her own resources. She finds work at the Emporium, a de partment store owned by -Eduard Gilder, is accused of the iheft of silks, and sent to prison, though in nocent She tells George Demareat. Gilder’s head lawyer, (hat the way to stop thievery is to pay a living wage. In prison she learned from fellow convicts why girls go wrong. She understands their point of view and sympathises with them. Aggie Lynch, a convict friend of Mary's at Burnsing, sees good "possibilities" for her in the world of crime, l.'pon Mary’s release the slogan "once a criminal always one." prevents her from securing work. She is contin ually hounded and in desperation tiirows 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 Bhc follows his ex ample and becomes the leader of a band of swindlers. rofTbing 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 l»e re spectable. Now go on with the story Items of Interest 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 new 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. "Thai’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 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 w'his- per tpat 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. "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 quality that was appalling. “1 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 w’ho relieved the tension of the scene. "He’s got you," she remarked, airily. "Oi, oi! He’s got you!” There w'ere 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, •toe, if it hadn’t been for that temper of yours. It’s got you into trouble once or twice already. Some take it’s likely to prove your finish." Garson relaxed his immobility, and a little color crept into bis cheeks. “That’s my business," he responded, dully. "Anyway," the officer went on, with a new r 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. W© ain't broke the law." There came a sudden ripple of laughter, and the charming lips curved Joyously an 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 mak© no difference what you've done." he growled. "Gee!" he went on with a heavy ©near. “But things are coming to a pretty puss when a gang of crooks gets to axgrutng about their rights. That’s fanny, 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 st..!id 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 eociety manner, exaggerated to the point of extra vagance. "Do come again, little ^EJ." chir ruped, caressingly. "I'tw enjoyed your visit so much!" But Cassidy paid no apparent atten tion to her frivoloueness; only turned and went noisily out of the drawing i room, offering no return to her daintily Inflected good-afternoon. For her own part, as she heard th© 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 pretiiaeas vanish. "The truck-horse detective!" she sneered "An eighteen collar and a six- and-a-half hat! He sure had his nerve, trying to bluff us!" But it was plain that Garson was of another mood. There was anxiety in I his face as he stood staring vaguely i 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 a note of Wear iness that was unlike him. "It ain't wliat you have done." he said, quietly. "It’s what they can make a jury think you’ve done. And. I cnee they set out to get you—God, how j they can frame things! If they ever ! *tart out after Mary ." He did not finish the sentence, but sank down in- I to his chair with a groan that was al- j most of despair. The girl replied with a burst of care less laughter. "Joe," she said gayly, "you're one giand little forger, all right, all right, i But Mary’s got the brains. Pooh, I’ll string along w ith her as far as she wants to go. She’s educated, she is. | She ain't like you and me, Joe. She j talks like a lady and, what’s a damn- j ed sight harder, she acts like a lady j 1 guess I know. Wake me up any old night, and ask me just ask m* that's all. She’s been tryin’ to matofc a lady out of me!" The vivaciousness of the girl <\i* traded the man for the moment fro?? the gloom of his thoughts, and he tura ed to survey the speaker with a cynfc cal amusement. "Swell chance!’’ he commented dryly* "Oh, I’m not so tvorse! Just you watch out." The lively girl sprang up, discarded the cigarette adjusted an ima ginary train and spoke liapingly 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 sne’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 be vulgar that's worth a hundred and fifty a carat? To Be Continued To-morrow. 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 i« 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 he emptied in case of emergency within three minutes. 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