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4 fiHf U J JilLr Making Mother Over By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. BEAUTY SECRETS OF BEAUTIFUL WOMEN Little Viola Dana, "Ihe Poor ljttle Rich Girl," Talks to Girls in Their 'Teens o WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adcenturc, Infringe and Love W HEN a glrj reachos 16. and her head Is turned as easily as thistledown, for the reason that it is ulmost as light, she becomes possessed with the belief that she is superior to her family, a delusion in " hii h her foolishly fond parents un consciously encourage her. £he is her parents' own child; that is stubborn fact that even romantic theories of being .the stolen offspring of royalty, of which she has read in the fairy tales, can't conquer. She is a rare blossom on a. parent stem that looks like a weed, and she wonder that there is no explanation of such a phenomenon. She learns at an earlier age than one would guess that she can't change her father. She can rule him, and dbes. but. being a man. he is satisfied to be what he is. He admits his off spring is a rare blossofri, but does not for a moment think that the father stem is a weed. Mother is different. One reason is that she is a woman and knows not that self-content that is wrapped around a man like the bandages around a mummy. And a greater reason is that she is Mother, and, therefore, humble. She also recog nizes that her offspring is a rare blos som, the quick eyes of her love mak ing this discovery the moment her baby daughter was first laid in her arms. Because of her love she makes humble comparison, and knows als i that she Is a weed. She doesn’t resent h r daughter’s air of superiority, but weakly and foolishly encourages it. thereby turn ing that little thistledown head i little further out of place. She Is Displeased. Naturally the conditions that exist in a home where a girl has been permitted to think she is a princess do not please her, and she begins the process of making over, alternating her work of reformation between the parlor and mother, the former receiv ing serious attention when she ex pects company and the latter engag ing her energies all the time. Mother's methods of pronunciation are not those in use now. and she is corrected and called old-fashioned, a term that loses its sweetness when a princess daughter applies it. Mother is too tired when night comes to pm on more becoming clothes, and daugh ter begins at the wrong end of the ( reformation by complaining about her | mother’s appearance instead of at taining the same end by making the work lighter. The family purse will not support more than one peacock. Mother Is glad to give daughter that roym plumage, and the girl accepts, and later complains when she struts around that her mother Is not dresse i a» well as other mothers she knows, forgetting that in those families the*' 1 are no peacocks and the sum alloted for royal plumage Is more justly di vided. I do not want girls to cease in th's reform of making mother over, but I want them to go at it in a better way. One can’t change a mother’s old-style clothes into new by complaining, but the change can be wrought by buyiug mother new clothes. If $10 is given a girl for a new hat and mother says she will make last season’s do. the daughter can make mother over by giving her the new hat and wearing the old herself. Another Way. If mother shows the unbecoming traces of hard labor, another way is offered for making her over by taking the burden of the home off her shoul ders. If the latest whim in a ribbon, a tie, hat. gloves. dress or shoes will improve daughter, wouldn't they als*. improve mother, and isn’t her need of improvement greater? One has ;hc adornment of youth and needs little, the other is showing all the disfigur ing marks of time and needs every assistance pretty clothes may give. Make mother over by making her think more of herself and less of oth ers! Such a reformation will be good for the whole family, but don’t, gins, I implore, go at this reformation i:i a high-handed, selfish way. Have pride in her and she will begin to have th< pride in herself of which many years of monotonous and unappreciated household work have robbed her. Make her over! Make her younvt and pretty and carefree again, and use in working the transformation the fairy wand of Love! By LILIAN LAUFERTY. I F you were only fifteen and had already begun climbing the high ladder that leads to success, would you be simple and natural and truly sweet? Little Viola Dana has net Come to the lofty estate of “Sweet Sixteen’’ yet, but she has already worked -her way from music hall dancing and “movies’’ and vaudeville skits to the enviable position of “A regular Broadway star.’’ And th. earnest little girl means to climb higher and higher, and be right at the top of her chosen profession some day if hard work can win her way to the top. In her dainty pink dressing room at the Hudson Theater in New York the 15-year-old star of “The Poor Little Rich Girl” looks like a real little rose bud of a girl—just as real a little girl as the Gwendolyn whose life she has stepped out of after living it for three hours. She was pulling black silk stock ings* over little bare feet and ankles as 1 came In, and with the sweetest, unself-consclousness she shook back her soft brown curls and rose to greet me with a mixture of childish en- things. Girls who art* willing to Juat stand still aren’t ever truly pretty, are they?” The little star’s eyes glowed with earnestness. Yes, those wonderful, deep eyes are green, and she frankly confesses It. “Maybe that’s jealousy,’’ she laughed. “I am Jealous if the people 1 love don’t love me enough and show it. You have to be worthy of it, or you don’t get it. And some day every girl wants to be found worthy of the biggest love. She wants to marry. 1 do! ” “You are planning an even fuller 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, 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 wage. 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 Hurnsing, 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. Toe 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. 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. They are visited by de tective Cassidy', who tries to scare Mary Into leaving town through threats. He Is laughed at for his pains, because she was “within the law." The detective, before leaving again, tells Aggie and .loe Garson that “there’ll be trouble’’ for them unless they get out of town. Now go on with the story Hit wmm 4 Seeing the Pictures o\ Lv twrOMAN with Cerise Hat <em- V\/ bracing woman with headgear ▼ V of bright violet)—Oh, aren't the Ictures too dear? I'm crazy about nem, Agnes' Just a little bit of powdfer n the side of your nose, dear There s off. but you rubbed off the rouge. ■»o. Such atmosphere, don’t you think? !o, of course, I can’t make out w’hat nat one means that looks like a mud uddle. stirred up with a stick, but I m sure it ip something perfectly won- erful if only I could comprehend it!” Woman with Bright Violet Hat—It ertainly makes one feel so advanced » see things like these! Why, I can emember when 1 used to think a pic- are should really be a picture of some- aing instead of merely a symbol of a aought. Goodness! Will you look at aat dress—the one just coming in! uch things ought to be restricted by iw! Sweet Young Thing (in a flimsy floppy nit)—Perfectly beautiful! I simply love aat picture! Second Sweet Young Thing—So do I. m't it glorious to think there is an rtlst living who can paint a bale of ningfes? if you look at it hard enough iih your head tilted you get the queer- 5t sort of feeling! Something Ilke be ' lg seasick and falling out of a window t the same time! The man who did lat is a genius. Wouldn’t you simply ive to know him?’’ In His Nerves. Square Shouldered Man (with an ex- ression of pain on his face)—Let’s gel nt of here, Genevidve. if 1 stay any •nger I’ll say things, and then the long- aired freaks sprinkled about would sing me to one of the staircase pillars nd put a frame around me and call the •suit an impressionistic study of an pple pie. 1 expect I’d look just as iuch like a pie as a human being. Oh. elp! See that one in the corner-the nrple woman with blue spots on her gainst a scrambled background." Genevieve—“For goodness’ sake, hush! ion’t leu people know you’re so abso- itel.v ignorant, George! You've got to ^e this exhibit, because you’ve got to e able to talk about it, and the sooner i»u do so the quicker youul be through! ou don't suppose'any one really likes lese pictures, do you? You're not the uly one that’s suffering! Come on!" Square Shouldered Man "I’ll bet that Lirple woman is suffering. Gosh!" Angel Child—“Ma, I want a drink. I ant a drink, ma! Say, ma. why can't have a dr” His Mother • ( jerking him along) Willie, if I hear anpther word out of ou I’ll take you into a corner and hip you good! Here, I left all that *wing and brought you just for your own good, so you’d love pictures, and ien you act this way! Look at the ictures and" Angel Child—“Aw. I’d rather go to nickel show! Say, I want a drlnk”- Confiding Young Creature (attended by pale youth in extreme garb) "But when your pictures are exhibited. Ar thur. is the time iwe’ll see crowds! If they only knew what a genius you are! The idea of these daubs, when you have done such marvelous things!" Pale Youth (modestly)- “Well. It’d be kind of tough on these chaps if I spring them now. Let them have their day 1 can afford to wait!’’ Confiding Young Creature—“Arthur, you are the noblest man alive! You need some one to push you forward- you never do justice to yourself or to your art!" It Was Plenty. Woman with Cerise Hat—“There, I've made the rounds. My head aches, but I don't see why. Do you know, there are three pictures back there which I am sure hung upside down?’’ Woman with Bri^nt Violet Hat—“I. don't care if they are—tny shoe hurts awfully. I don’t mind saying that 1 think the pictures are crazy, and we are all geese for wasting time look ing at ’em!" Woman with Cerise Hat—“And you the president of our culture club! My dear! I think it's just your shoe." Woman with Bright Velvet Hat “Well, It's something—and whatever it is. it’s plenty!” Hr H A wealthy gentleman who owns a country seat on one occasion nearly lost his mother-in-law, who fell into a river which flows through his es tate. He announced the narrow es cape to his friends, expecting their congratulations. One of them-»-an old bachelor— wrote as follows: “I always told you that river was too shallow.’’ * * * Visitor- I understand that you had! an amateur dramatic performance in | the town hall last night? I Native—Yes; the. Sock and Buskin Club played “Little Mae, or the Mountain Mystery." .“Ah! And what was the mystery?’ “As near as 1 could make out. the mystery was how the audience stood it till the last act was over." * + • Maud—I've just heard of a ease where a man married a girl on his deathbed, so that she could have his millions when he was gone. Could you love a girl like that? .Jack— That's just the kind of a girl j I could love. What’s the girl’s ad dress ? * * * Bill He used to be a lawbreaker.! but he's <'hanged now. Jim Keeps within the law now, | does he? Bill —Oh. yes; and keeps within th jail, too. She believes in simple clothes fox’ young girls. thusiasm and womanly grace. “Did Gwenny make you cry?” she asked. “YOU did." I airswered, deliberately. “Oh, that was* Gwenny,” said little Miss Dana. “It isn’t Viola Dana out there in the play—she just gets to b< Gwendolyn." Not Self-Conscious. “Then, of course, you aren't self- conscious if you art* living your part?” I questioned with assurance. “Oh, no. Children on the stage have to be so careful about that.’’ said this naive child. “Some of them do well, and they are told so, and think about it all the time, and get tx> be such stilted little things. They just MINCE through their parts and act affected everywhere you meet them. That isn’t a bit attractive—do you think so?” "What do you think of simplicity and sweetness and naturalness as prime necessities for attractiveness? That take^' in your ‘unself-Conscious- ness,” 1 said. Miss Viola gave the matter her earnest consideration. She is to all Intents and purposes a dear child— but ten years of stage experience- ten years of work with growing ideals and ambitions have given her a serious quality bespeaking delight fully tiie woman she will be in a few year. 1 *. “1 think they are all very important, and if you keep busy and live sen sibly and think nice thoughts perhaps you can get to be simple and sweet -for, of course, no yirl who is un natural is a bit attractive.” ••Then you believe in simple clothes for young ~irls?“ .“Yes. indeed—but I do like pretty ^OGOflooOOOf Items of Interest “NEW HOME”===1018=S See this latest expression of present-day requirements and BUY it. Also NEEDLES, Av. our make, for all machines. We RENT—sale rebate—and repair. !L !Mr J^fif M 1 Try us - Call, write, or use either phone. The New Home Sewing Machine Co. 10 Equitable Bldg:. (Hal! and I dgewood Ave. E ntranccs) As an illustration of what the Bible output of the (>xford University Ur* s j involves, it might be mentioned that i the skins of 100,000 animals arc used every year for the covers of Oxford Bibles alone, and 400,000 sheets of gold are required for the gilt lettering A stock of handkerchiefs has been purchased for the use of French dep uties-. Whenever a member has for gotten his handkerchief he will only have to ask an usher for one. There will be no fee, and if the deputy for gets to. return the handkerchief'noth ing will be said. A wild boar’s tusk, on which the Lord’e Prayer and the Apostles' ('reed nad been cut with a kris, or Malayan dagger, was presented as a wcddln;-. gift to his American teacher by t young Igorrote Filipino at Dagu- pan, Luzon. In France the army death rate is nearly six times ;*s high as our own. clothes—clothes that suit you. Are mine simple enough, do you think?” pointing to a dainty littie green frock and a soft greatcoat of brown that just matched her own chestnut curls. A very girly leghorn hat went with it—and I could fancy Miss Viola looking like the dear little girl she is, instead of the silly, near-young-lady that some girls fancy they can ape more successfully than they can real ize the flowerlike sweetness of their own precious never-to-come-again- youth. “Girls have to be serious about th** qualities they want to cultivate,” I said, after I had paid due tribute ta the embryo woman wanting sartorial praise. "Does keeping well and strong require constant attention and sacri fice?” “Well, I think you can't have every thing. You can't have all the fun you want and do well the thing you want to dp, too. Now, I hav**'to have lots of sleep, and if I go alofig to a party after the theater m*\ v vole • Voices need such a lot of"«ntfre to keep them in good condition.' J take a sounds strained and horrid next day. glass of malted milk before the the ater and another afterward and give up the things I like—chocolate frap- pes, and foolish combinations, like lobster salad and lemonade, won’t do for the girl who wants to accomplish things.” “Do you call late suppers and choc olate frappos a great sacrifice?" I in quired. “Well. I like things that aren’t good for me,” was the frank answer: “but 1 think it’s worth while giving up all the little separate pleasures that only stay a minute in order to have a oleir complexion, and a clear voice and a well body. “You see, I truly want to be great some day; I want to go on and on and be some one who counts. And I’m dreaming of that sometimes even when I’m with my books or playing my violin. “1 know that if I truly want > got on I shall have to DO it. Jus: wishing about it won’t work.” Deep Philosophy. Deep philosophy for fifteen; and ye the girls who are soon to be women must all choose whether they will live for the joy of a fleeting second or for the “durable satisfactions” that make life *worth while. “Have you set some one as your model?" I asked. "Are you working toward a goal, or have you a !iv • ideal whose success you want o equal ?“ “Not a bit of it.” said Viola Dam. “I’ve got to be myself, anyway and I’d lots lather be truly myself. I don’t want to imitate. I Just want to make my own self do bigger and Rigger things all th** time. “People ought to express themselves all the time. I think, instead of imi- Miss Dana as she looks on and off the stage. tating some one else—in elothes and voices and thoughts. Thoughts are so wonderful. I think—nice ones give such a sweet expression to the eyes —they just shine through them. I love strong. interesting faces—the kind that belong to people who do and fuller life, aren’t you? Work— great success 1 —and marriage ?”I asked. “Oh. yes.” said tiiis rich little wise girl. “1 want to keep my body well and strong, and to train my mind to get a great deal out of llf<—and to put something into it. too.” The Tyranny of Criticism By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. T HE Kingdom of Childhood is peopled with wicked elves, ghosts, ogres and hobgoblins, and we hide our heads under the bed covers and long to be grown up that we may vanquish them, little know ing that the Land of Grown-Ups has a greater terror. It Is the tyranny of criticism, and its name is “What Will Folks Say?” "No,” a girl says, “I am not going to the party. I want to,go, but I would have to wear my last season's party dress, and what would folks say ?.” “We can not afford to give that dinner,” a woman. will frankly con fess, “but if 1 don't u^y my social obligations what will folks say?” The sickness had been long, painful and costly, and when at last the suf- | ferer was mere!fill'v released the fam ily realized that the long siege had materially diminished the bank ac count. There were doctors’, drug gists’, undertaker’s and nurses' bills to pay, leaving scant protection against want. “But wo must buy mourning," the family declares, “for if # we don’t, what will folks say?” • Once Again. foolishly conjured to torment us. We are not honest, we are not nat ural. we are • distressingly self-con scious, w'e are not kind, we are cow ardly hypocrites in the presence of a hobgoblin that has no real exist ence. "What will folks say?”, you plead in defense of foolishness. Did you ever realize that you are of the "folks” to whom you credit such powers of condemnation? And do you, as one of the “folks," despise and condemn the woman who wears an old garment because she can not af ford a new? Do you look with an air of superiority at any honesty that dares to be honest? Don’t you really envy the spirit of the woman w ho can rise above all consciousness of clothes? Your Reply. You will reply that you don’t con demn such a person, but that others do. And in saying this, you declare you are better than others. My dear, you ;irc not. W*- are all very much alike. No one who Is worth knowing puts the outward show above the in ward worth. If your friends are more friendly when you are a coward, a hypocrite, and extravagant, then they are not the kind of friends worth hav ing. and it is cheapening a very pr clous word to cal them so. grow 11 CO d. Perm also re; ips, low n in her If you me et a w ornan you like, and heart , ah* lizes that she is whom you vould enjoy knowing bet- not s o fond of him. but s he re fuses to ter, and hes tate* t o Invite that vvr man give him up as Ion g as cajol *ry and to your hoi ise be cause hers is finer. tears will hold him. “I don 't want then youid * not give her eredi,t for any >n< t . think I have been jilted,” being broad -mind *d, and are na* ow- she s ays, ‘ and if h‘^ stops com rig here. gauged you *s e 1 f It is the pars* nal- what will folks say ?” itv that cot jnts; not its background it is thi h tyranny of < ritici sm that <*r adornme nt. is th c ho bgoblin * f the gro wn-ups. And unlei s you can show you rself as fe arfu! and leal as th • gho sts that so strong, a > broa cl, so big, that your | Copyright, 191.?. by the II. K. Fly Com pany. The play “Within the Law” is copyrighted by Mr. Velller and this novelizatlon* *>f it is published by his , permission. The American Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex clusive rights of the representation and performance of "Within the Law” in all languages. By MARVIN DANA from the Play of BAVARD VEILLER. today;s installment. There was, not the change of a fea ture in the face of the woman who listened to the accusation. Her eyes steadfastly retained their clear gaze into his; her voice was still coldly ! formal, as before. "If it’s blackmail, Mr. Irwin, why don’t you consult the police?” she inquired, with manifest disdain. Mary turned to the maid, who now entered in response to the bell she had sound ed a minute before. “Fanny, will you ask Miss Lynch to come in, please?” Then she faced the lawyer again, with an aloofness of manner that was con temptuous. "Really, Mr. Irwin.” she ! drawled, “why don’t you take this matter to the police?" The rqply was uttered with con spicuous exasperation. Police Wouldn’t Keep It Secret. “You know perfectly well," the law- j yer said bitterly, “that General Hast ings can not afford such publicity. His position would be jeopardized.” “Oh, as for that," Mary suggested evenly, and now there was a trace of flippancy in her fashion of speaking, “I am sure the police would keep your complaint a secret. Really, you know, Mr. Irwin. I think you had bet ter take your trouble to the police, rather than to me. You will get much more sympathy from them.” The lawyer sprang up. v/ith an air of sudden determination. “Very well, I will then,” he declared, sternly. “I will.” Mary, from her vantage point at the desk across from him, smiled a smile that would have been very en gaging to any man under more favor able circumstances, and she pushed In his direction the telephone that stood there. “3100 Spring," she remarked en couragingly. "will bring an officer al most immediately.” She leaned back In her chair and surveyed the baffled man amusedly. Tho lawyer was furious over the failure of his effort to intimidate this extraordinarily self-possessed young woman, who made a mock of his every thrust. Hut he was by no means at the end of his resources. “Nevertheless,” he rejoined, "you know perfectly well that General Hastings never promised to marry this girl. You know He broke off as Aggie entered the drawing room. Now. the girl was demure in seem ing almost beyond belief, a childish creature, very fair and dainty, guile less surely, with those untroubled eyes of blue, those softly curving lips of warmest red and the more deD irate bloom in the rounded cheeks. There were the charms of innocence and simplicity in the manner of her as she stopped just within the door way, whence she regarded Mary with a timid, pleading gaze, her slender little form poised lightly as if for flight. “Did vou want me, dear?” she asked. There was something half- plaintive in the modulated cadences of the query. “Agnes,” Mary answered affection ately. “this is Mr. Irwin, who has come to see you in behalf of Gen eral Hastings.’’ "Oh!” the girl murmured. li|*r voice quivering a little, as the law yer, after a short nod, dropped again into his seat; “oh, I’m so frightened!” She hurried, fluttering, to a low stool behind the desk, beside Mary’s chair, and there she sank down, drooping -lightly, and catching hold of one of Mary’s hands as if in mute pleading for protection against the fear that beset her chaste soul. "Nonsense!” Mary exclaimed sooth ingly. "There’s rtally nothing at all to be frightened about, my dear • hild." Her voice was that with which one seeks to cajole a terrified infant. "You mustn’t be afraid, Ag nes Mr. Irwin says that General Hastings did not promise to marry you Of course, you understand, my dear, that under no circumstances must you say anything that isn’t strictly true and that, if he did not promise to marry you, you have no case—none at all. Now, Agnes, tell me; did General Hastings promise to marry you?” “Oh, yes—oh, yes, Indeed!” Aggie ‘Tied, falteringly. "And I wish he would. He’s such a delightful old gentleman!’’ As she spoke, the girl let go Mary’s hand and clasped her own together ecstatically. He Scowled Disgustedly. The legal representative of the de lightful old gentleman scowled dis gustedly at this outburst. His voice was portentous, as he put a ques tion. "Was that promise made in writ ing?” • / “No,” Aggie answered, gushingly. "But all his letters were In writing, you know. Such wonderful letters!” She raised her blue eysh toward the ceiling in a naive rapture. "So ten der and so—er—interesting!" Some how, the inflection on tne last word did not altogether suggest the ingen uous. 1 Yes, yes. 1 dare say,” Irwin agreed, hastily, with some evidences of chagrin. He had no intention of dwelling on that feature of the let ters. concerning which he had no doubt whatsoever, since he knew the amorous general very well, indeed They would be interesting, beyond shadow of questioning, horridly in teresting. Such was the confessed opinion of the swain himself who had written them in his folly—horribly interesting to all the reading public of the country, since the general was a conspicuous figure. Mary intervened with a suavity that infuriated the lawyer almost be yond endurance. "Hut you're quite sure, Agnes," she questioned gently, “that (xenera! Hastings did promise to marry you?” The candor of her manner was per fect. And the answer of Aggie was* given with a like convincing emphasis. “Oh, yes!” she declared, tensely. "Why, I would swear to it.” The limpid eyes, so appealing in their soft lusters, went first to Mary, then gazed trustingly Into those of the routed at torney. "You see. Mr. Irwin, she would swear to that,” emphasised Mary. "We’re beaton," he confessed, de jectedly, turning his glance toward Mary, whom, plainly, he regarded a« his real adversary in the combat on his client’s behalf. "I’m going to b^ quite frank with you. Miss Turner, quite frank,” he stated with more gen iality. though with a very crestfallen air. Smnehow, indeed, there was just a shade too much of the crestfallen in the fashion of his utterance, and the woman whom he addressed watched warily as he continued. “Wh can’t afford any .‘■ •andal, so we’re go ing to settle at your own terms.” He paused expectantly, but Mary offered no comment; only maintained her alert scrutiny of the man. The law yer. therefore, leaned forward with a semblance of frank eagerness. In- stantly, Aggie had become agog with greedily blissful anticipations, and she uttered a slight ejaculation of Joy; hut Irwin paid no heed to her. He was occupied in taking from ids pocket a thick bill case, and from this presently a sheaf of banknotes, which he laid on the desk before Mary, with a little laugh of discomfiture over having been beaten In the contest. As he did so. Aggie thrust forth an avaricious hand, but it was caught and held by Mary *be fore It reached above the top of the desk, and the avaricious gesture passed unobserved by the attorney. “We can’t fight where fadies are concerned," lie went on, assuming, ar best he might contrive, a chivalrous tone. "So, if you will just hand over General Hastings' letters, why, here’s your money.” Much to the speaker's surprise, there followed an interval of silence, and his puzzlement showed in the knitting of his brows. "You have the letters, haven't you?" he demanded, abruptly. Aggie coyly took a thick bundle from iti* resting place on her rounded bosom. “They never leave me.” she mur mured. with dulcet passion. There was in her voice a suggestion of deso lation a desolation that was -the blighting effect of letting the cher ished missives go from her. To Be Continued To-morrow, WOMAN’S DANGER PERIOD is snid to be from 4f> to 50. What should be a most natural change in a woman's life. is. on account of modern methods of living, fraught with most annoying and painful symptoms. Women when passing through this critical period should rely upon Lydia E. Plnkham’s Veg etable Compound, as it has proved wonderfuly successful in carry ing women safely through the change of life. $F rSTABL HEU 23 YEARS .DR. LG. GRIFFIN’S \ clank' d their chains about our beds in childhood. We hide our trembling heads under the covers, Jufef as w< did then, and lose all sense of reason because of the great ogre we have test question is “Is ir right?” and not j “What will folks say?” you are no j ; further advanced mentally than the ! 1 that hides its head under th.* j —* •* «*y iunusual sound. GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS BEST WORK AT LOWEST PRICES All Work Guaranteed. Hours 8 to 6-Phone M. 1708-Sundavs 9-1 24> Whitehall St. Over Brown A Aliens covers at Be Sure That You Read the First ^ ^ ^ Installment of the New Story yr~=^o rave ■ )i (SU-ii ,A Which Will Appear on The Georgian’s Magazine Page Next WEDNESDAY