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1 he Return of tGrandmother’s Hat
Described by Olivette, The Georgian 's Fashion Expert
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love
T HE hti.tr a* h iia>
With ti» Hs^m, with all Ibt charm
of nuid&fu UHpnoyemt:iUh.
The 'dainty hit t»f oihlaummer mil
lings’ shftwn in the picture an the
bottom ^tilts over seft hair ami roguish
eyes most effectively
If you have ail old leghorn, out it
down and bind the edge of the brim
with wide shadow er burgundy luce.
Tilt the hat to the proper angle with
one of the ‘halos’’ we have ho long dis
carded und hank the flat crown with
forget-me-nots or any dainty little
flower..
Here and there a wee hunch of rose*
in contrasting color add an effective
touch, -and the soft taffeta streamer?
pendant from beneath the brim sound
the final not of becomingness and fol
low the latest Persian fancy.
A Fetching Model.
The top picture shows a letchlntt
model developed In black satin, witti
a tiny cord of pale stray satin at the
erise of the slightly rolled brim.
At the left of the back are two grace
ful, long-fronted plumes of uncurled
ostrich;
Black satin rbibon tied in a loose
knot holds the brim in front, encircles
the sloping crown and falls in two
*follow-me-lads” streamers from the
even loops of a large bow directly at
the base of the plumes In the center
nt the back.
In these days of bright coloring the
home milliner may copy this becoming
hat at small expense If she owns two
leathers long useless because of the
popularity of black and white.
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
Odder; Is accused of the theft of
silks, and sent to prison, though In
nocent. She tells George Demurest.
Glider’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
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 contlr
ually hounded and in desperation
throws herself Into the North River.
•Joe Garsnn, 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, roFfbing 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 Gassldv, 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, tails Aggie and Joe Garson
that "there’ll be trouble" for them
unless they get out of town,
unless they get out of town Irwin,
the lawyer of General Hastings,
whom Aggie Lynch is suing for
breach of precise, calls on Mary. He
attempts to corner Mary and Aggie,
but the girls are too wise for him.
Novi go on with the story
Copyright. 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play “Within the Llw” Is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelization of it Is lublished 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 l^w”
in all languages.
UNCLE JOHN’S PROPHECY ledszi• s *° rt 5tof!i
“U !
f-NOLE JOHN always did have
luck With him," said the man
with the big black cigar.
“Don’t tell me that a man can pro
phesy disaster and always get away
BEAUTIFUL HAIR
00 YOU WANT IT?
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with it unle c,c ' there Is some supernatural
agency of evil helping him!
“I’ve always been fond of Uncle John
and his aversion to automobiles has
pained me deeply, since I own three,
and with the purchase of each one his
bewildered wrath at me has increased.
Each time a machine was added to my
garage the mails have sizzled with the
letters from Uncle John remonstrating
with me. His idea of an automobile
is that it is a diabolical contrivance
straight from the regions below, and
that those who risk their lives in one
should hi* restrained in an asylum for
the feeble minded.
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of hair? You may thinks it‘is a gift,
that some women are born that way.
The fact is, beautiful hair is'largely
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ter-.-as if your hair had had a square
meal.
One application will astonish you—
it will double the beauty of the hair.
If used daily for a week you will be
simply delighted with the result—
you will want to tell all your friends
that y° u have discovered Parisian
Sage. You should see th£ nambeh of
enthusiastic letters we receive from
delighted users.
All doubts settled at *ne stroke -
yolur money back if you want it.
Parisian Sage i9 a tea-colored
liouid—not sticky or greasy—delicate
ly* perfumed, that comes In a fifty
cent bottle. The “Gin With tm ,vu-
hiirn Hair” on the .package. Get a
bottle to-day—always keep it where
you can use it daily.
Sold by Jacobs’ Ten Stores and
toilet counters everywhere.
“The last time I went East on busi
ness I hired, a touring car and a driver
tn 1 order that I might cover ground
quickly, and as Uncle John lived in
the city I was visiting. I naturally went
up to- sf^e him. The first time I called
he nearly wept over me because he had
witnessed my arrival In the big red
car. He had visiting him his brother
from Maine, whose ideas of automobiles
were even more primitive than Uncle
John’s—but Uncle Henry had some ex
cuse, for he lives in a region where
there aren’t any automobiles.
“Each of‘them called upon the other
to witness that I was a reckless young
thing and probably would meet my doom
before I left th§ city.
“I resolved to put an end forever to
such foolishness and to show Uncle
John that automobiles were harmless
things that would eat out of one’s hand
if properly approached. So the next
day I came again in my big red car
and with - an expression of firmness and
resolve.
“ ‘Uncle .John,’ I said, without any
preliminaries, ‘I have come to take you
and Uncle Henry out for a ride in my
machine! Get on your things!’
“After they had fainted and been re
vived w*e thrashed the matter out. They
had been strong men in their youth, but
they were no match for me now, so I
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won out. I really felt sorry for Uncle
Henry as he went trembling out to the
machine.
•• ’Remember, George,’ he said, ’that
my will and other valuable papers are
down In the trust valuts. I have the
feeling that something dreadful Is go
ing to come of this, but it Is all due
to your persistence. I am going be
cause I can't help myself. I never ex
pect to return to my comfortable fire
side, but I suppose I have lived the al
lotted span, and perhaps the good Lord
chooses to have me go this way. It
seems hard, though '
"Of course, I laughed at him. I told
him airily that positively nothing could
happen and that I expected that he and
I ncle Henry would be buying a car
themselves by another week.
“Well, I started out with those two
timorous old men, honestly resolved to
give them the time of their lives and
banish their absurd fears. I know all
about cars, and my driver was an extra
good one, so I guess what happened
was my fault.
"I told him to turn a corner an In
stant later than I should have told him.
The steering gear locked. I think, or
else It was just that little Imp of bad
luck. My lovely red car choked, gurgled
and then shot straight at the curb,
which It skimmed over as lightly as a
bird. Then It absent-mindedly hit the
coping between the sidewalk and the
lawn, and as It was only an Imitation
stone coping, It merely brushed it aside
without breaking it.
Snapped the Tree.
Continuing our program, we gouged
across a fin© lawn and aimed at a choice
tree that apparently had been recently
set out. because its throat was still tied
up in burlap. We snapped that tree
in two as though it were a straw, and
with the top part dangling coqu^ttishly
above Uncle John and Uncle Henrv and
the radiator of the machine perched
rakishly on the mangled stump we came
to a pause.
“About a million people surrounded
us at once I didn’t even look at Uncle
John and Uncle Henry. 1 just faded
out of that car. They were on the
street car traveling back home before
the driver and I got the car off the tree
stump. I had to hunt them up. though,
to see how their nerves stood the shock.
“'Did you do anything In reparation
for the frightful damage you created,?’
L'ncle Henry asked me in awful toners.
" *Yes. uncle,’ said I. ‘I pushed the
coping hack into place and stuck it
down with a postage stamp, and as
the people who lived in the house were
not at home to receive my apologies
I went to the corner fiorist and got a
bunch of flowers, which I tied to the
mangled tree stump!’
“But wasn't it just Uncle John's luck
to have his prophecies come true? Th
ought to get a job as a weafher man’
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play of BAYARD VEILLER.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"Well, they can leave you now,
all right,” the lawyer remarked un
sympathetically, but with returning
cheerfulness, since he saw the end
of his quest in visible form before
him. He reached quickly forward for
the packet, which Aggie extended
willingly enough. But tt was Mary
who, with a swift movement, caught
and held It.
“Not quite yet. Mr Irwin, I’m
afraid,” she said, calmly.
The lawyer barely suppressed f a
violent ejaculation of annoyance.
But there’s the money waiting
I for you." he protested, indignantly.
The rejoinder from Mary was
spoken with great deliberation, yet
with a note of determination that
caused a quick and acute anxiety to
the General’s re present ta.tive.
“I think,” May explained tranquilly,
“that you had better see our lawyer,
Mr. Harris. In reference to this. We
J women know nothing of such details
of business settlement."
“Oh. there’s no need for all that
formality,” Irwin urged, with a great
(appearance of*bland friendliness.
“I Thought You Would.”
“Just the same,” Mary persisted,
unimpressed, "I'm quite sure you
would better see Mr. Harris first.”
There was a cadence of insistence in
her voice that assured the lawyer as
to the futility of further pretense on
his part.
“Oh, I see, he said disagreeably,
with a frown to indicate his com
plete sagacity in the premises.
“I thought you would, Mr. Irwin,”
Mary returned, and now she smiled In
a kindly manner, which, nevertheless,
gave no pleasure to the chagrined
man before her. As he rose she went
on crisply: “Tf you’ll take the money
to Mr. Harris, Miss Lynch will meet
you tn his office at 4 o’clock this
afternoon, and, when her suit for
damages for breach of promise has
been legally settled out of court, you
will get the letter. * * • Good-
afternoon, Mr. Irwin.”
The lawyer made a hurried how,
which took in both of the women, and
walked quickly toward the door. Hut
he was arrested before he reached it
by the voice of Mary, speaking again,
still .in that imperturbable evenness
which so rasped his nerves, for all
its mellow resonance. Hut this time
there was a sting, of the sharpest,
in the words themselves.
“Oh, you forgot your marked
money, Mr. Irwin.” Mary said.
The lawyer wheeled, and stood
staring at the speaker with a certain
1 sheepishness of expression that bore
Iwltnesrf t<* the cotnpletentiss of bis
I discomfiture. Without a word, after
! a long moment In which he perceived
intently the delicate, yet subtly ener
getic, loveliness of this slender wom
an, he walked back to the desk, pick
ed up the money, and restored U to
the billca.se. This done, at last he
spoke, with a new respect in his
voice, a quizzical smile on his rather
thin lips.
Aggie Ends the Silence.
"Young woman,” he said emphati
cally, “you ou'rht to have been a law
yer.' And with that laudatory con
fession of her skill, he finally took his
departure, while Mary smiled in a
triumph she was at no pains to con
ceal. and Aggie sat gaping astonish
ment over the surprising turn of
events.
It was the latter volatile person
who ended the silence that followed
on the lawyer’s going.
"You’ve darn near broke my heart.'
she cried, bouncing up violently, “let
ting all that money go out of the
house. * * * Say, how did you
know it was marked?"
“I didn’t,’’ Mary replied, blandly;
“but it was a pretty good guess,
wasn’t It? Couldn’t you see that all
he wanted was to get the letters, and
have us take the marked money?
Then, my simple young friend, we
would have been arrested very neat
ly indeed—for blackmail.”
Aggie’s innocent eyes rounded in an.
amazed consternation, which was not
at all assumed.
"Gee!” she cried. “That would have
been fierce! And now?” she ques
tioned, apprehensively.
Mary's answer repudiated any pos
sibility of fear.
"And now,” she explained content-
I edly, “he really will go to our lawyer.
There, he will pay over that same
I marked money. Then, he will get the
| letters he wants so much. And. just
because it's a strictly business trans-
| action between two lawyers, with ev-
I erything done according to legal
ethics ’’
"What’s legal ethics?” Aggie de
manded, impetuously. “They sound
some tasty!” With the comment, she
dropped weakly into a chair.
Mary laughed in carefree enjoy
ment, as well she might after win
ning the victory in such a battle of
wdts.
“Oh,” she said, happily, “you just
get it legally, and you get twice as
much!”
“And it’s actually the same old
game!” Aggie mused. She was doing
her best to get a clear understanding
of the matter, though to her it was
all a mystery most esoteric.
Mary reviewed the case succinctly
for the other’s enlightenment.
“Yes. it’s the same game precisely.”
she affirmed. “A shameless old roue
makes love to you, and he writes you
a stack of silly letters”
The pouting lip?* of the listener took
on a pathetic droop, and her voice
quivered as she spoke with an ef
fective semblance of virginal terror.
“He might have ruined my life!”
Mary continued without giving
much attention to these histrionics.
“If you had asked him for all this
money for the return of his letters, it
would have been blackmail, and we’d
have gone to jail in all human prob
ability. But we did no such thing-
no, Indeed! What we did wasn't any
thing like that in the eyes of the law.
WhaJ. we.dld was merely to have your
lawyer take steps toward a'suit for
damages for breach of promise of
marriage for th** sum of ten thou
sand dollars. Then his lawyer ap
pears in behalf of General Hastings,
and there follow a number-of cortfer-
ences between the legal representa
tives of the opposing parties. * By
means of these conferences, the two
legal gentlemen run up very respec
table bills of expenses. In the end.
we get our ten thpusand dollars, and
the flighty old General gets back his
letters. • * * My dear.” Mary con
cluded vaingloriously; "we’re inside
the law. and so we’re perfectly ^afe.
And there you are!”
| The Mistakes of Jennie By HAL coffman ?
Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City
to the
Ad
vice
Lovelorn
“But, no—mothers always ask so many questions.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
MOTHER fli By FRANCES L. GARS IDE
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DON’T GIVE HER UP.
T-JKAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 am deeply in love with a
girl 20 years of age, and stye loves
me, but there is one thing out of
the way with me; I have six lin
gers on rhy right hand. So her
parents say that It is unlucky to
get married. What shall I do
with a case like this, as I am
worried that I will have to give
this girl up. LOVESICK.
Her parents are unfair. If your
habits are good, one finger more or
less is Immaterial, and I regret they
haven’t the good sense to know it.
You love each other; that Is "good
luck” enough to banish ail the bad.
D 1
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HERE are only a few certainties
in life. One is Mother. You
can always depend on her.
Make Mother a present and It
pleases her most when it is some
thing that will divide equally among
the children.
It frequently happens that Mother
has better health than father and the
children because she doesn’t have time
for sickness or any other recreation.
When a child excels its father, he
is teased about it, but when It excels
its Mother it pleases her almost to
death.
Photographs of Mother never look
like her, for the reason that she seems
to have been idle when they were
taken.
The children are sick. Mother is up
with them all night; father is sick,
and Mother is up with him; but when
Mother is sick does anybody know of
it but the Lord?
A hen never tries to spread her
wings over a rooster-sized son to pro
tect him, but Mothers do It.
When a child has a pain, father’s
sympathy is dependent on his memory
of a similar pain, but Mother’s sym
pathy is independent of all experience.
When Mothpr prays It is for some
thing she wants for her children, and
wi en father prays it is for something
he wants for himself.
A really fine Mother never lets her
children see her cry or show coward
ice. There are certain qualities that
are splendid to remember in connec
tion with Mother, and courage is one
of them.
From the time Mother gets up in
the morning till she goes to bed at
night every one in the household,
from her husband to the children
and the laundress, takes complaints
to her and lays them on her shoul
ders. It Is a task too great for any
statistician to enumerate how many
complaints a woman hears from the
day she enters her home, showered
with rice, till the day she leaves it in
a box covered with flowers.
There are some bright spots in
Mother’s life. A great and shining one
is when she picks up the stocking
bag and finds a stocking that doesn’t
need darning.
The only human being in the world
whose duties and obligations are not
bound by the clock is Mother.
And the great sorrow that con
fronts us, her children, and that will
make heavon an unhappy place for
her, is that when St. Peter lines os
all up and passes out the crowns he
will not take our Mother’s word for it.
GIVE HIM UP.
EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am just 18 years old and
love a man of 25. I have been
keeping steady company with
him for the past two months, be
fore which time I had heard mqny
wrong things about him, and find
that he has an awful reputation
among people that know him. He
has been a perfect gentleman to
ward me, and I have learned to
love him very dearly, but the way
my friends talk bothers me.
N. B. D.
I am sure they would not accuse
him without reason, and that it will
| he for your greater happiness to heed
them and give him up.
His First Mistake
kj
Slave to Fashion.
A butcher In a certain town re
cently received from a friend abroad
a number of small alligators which
he proudly displayed in an aquarium
in his shop.
A customer came into the ^hop one
afternoon and stood for some tlm<
gazing at the reptiles.
Having turned the matter over in
his mind, the customer approached
the butcher and exclaimed:
“I suppose a body might as well b<
dead as out of style. Gimme a ooupb
of pounds of alligator!”
O NE of the first tasks they set the 1
curate, who was handicapped j
by youth and inexperience, was !
to Investigate the bona tides of a j
“widow woman” who had applied to
the church for help. He departed
nervously on his errand and knocked,
as ill-luck would have it, at the wrong
door.
“How long has your poor husband
been dead, my good woman? What
number of children have you? Are
any of them working? If so, what
amount of money are they earning,
altogether?” were the questions he
fired, like shots from a revolver, at
the slatternly woman who answered
his summons. "I presume 1 am ad
dressing Mrs. Harriet Smith?” he j
added, noticing, with alarm, that she >
looked angry.
“No you ain’t,” answered the wom
an snappishly. “My name is Selim
Jackson, my bnirns go to school, and
my ’unhand s doin' what is necessary
to a plateful of steak and onions at i
this very moment. Would you like to i
know anything else? Where I was
born? When 1 was christened? At
what age r started courtin’? Perhaps,”
she concluded, sarcastically, rolling
her tattered sleeve up above the el
bow, 'you’d like to see my vaccination \
mark before you go?”
But the bashful curate, redder in
the face than a poppy, was already in
full flight. •
chapter in.
W HEN" Jennie got In the
house that night an^ found
her motherly boarding
house keeper waiting up for her
hot tea, she evaded her old
friend's look and questions, say
ing she was tired and had a head
ache—hurrfed up yta'irs to her
room, where she could he alone
and THINK.
Why had she so long put up
with thjp sordid way of. living—
no good times, drosses or theaters,
such as other girls have. All she
ever did was to hurry down to
work every morning, a hurried
little lunch with the other girls at
noon and then back to work till
evening, when Mho would hurry
home to supper and then maybe
to see some of her girl acquaint
ances or to the “movies” with girl
and boy friends.
How shallow and sordid and
monotonous It seemed to Jennie,
who had just had dinner in one
of the best cafes in town and
came home in a taxi-cab for* the
first time.
What if she hadn’t been intro
duced to the man*and what dif
ference did it make if her mother
or father didn’t know him or ap
prove of him?
Hadn’t he been just as nice and
polite—a lot more s»o than some
of the boy friends she knew—and
hadn’t he asked her to “call him
up” the next day? But shouldn’t
she tell her old friend all aboV
the nice time she had that even
ing?—-but no—old woman- always
asked so many questions—what
if THE MAN was a great deal
older than she—hadn’t he toltf fier
that he had a little daughter just
her age, but his family was away
bn a trip to Europe, and he was
•o lonesome sjnee they were gone,
and wouldn’t she be his little pal
and meet his wife and daughter
when they arrived home—and she
must bring her mother, too, when
his family got back—no, 1t
wouldn’t do to tell her mother till
then, for she might not under
stand it like he and Jennie, did,,
didn’t she like him just a "little*'
bit?
AH this Jennie thought out as
she sat on the edge of the bed,
absently braiding her hair in her
nice, clean, plain, tidy little room,
with her mother’s picture, taken
when she was about Jennie’s age,
sitting then on her little white
bureau, looking right at her.
But Jennie went to sleep that*
night, thfnking of a'great big.
bright restaurant, with'its beauti
fully gowned women; heavenly
music, thick carpet, a fountain
playing in the center and the “taxi”
ride home that was so different
from the polcey old street cars
she was used to riding in.
She was sound asleep and didn’t
hear hej* old friend noiselessly
open the door and come into see
if there was anything she could
do before she went to bed—or
hear the murmur “poor little girl
—If she Just didn’t HAVE to work
so hard.” as she went out.
(To be Continued.)
HAL UOFFMAN.
Up-to-Date
Jokes
“Tremendous crowd up at our
church last night.”
“New minister?”
"No, it was burned down.”
• * *
Shopper- Do you keep unground
coffee beans hefe?
Assistant—No, ma'am; upstairs.
This is the ground floor
* * *
“I am self-made, I am.
"Well, I think there is one thing you
needn’t warry about.”
“What i«$ that?”
‘‘Taking out a -patent.”
• * *
Mrs. McWhuskey (watching a couple
spooning) -El’s Juist disgustin’. I’m
verra glad yo dklna mak’ sic a fool o’
yersel’ when ye were walkin' oot wi'
me. Sandy.
Mr. McWhuskey—Ye, mauna juidge,
wife. I hadna the same provocation.
* * *
Brown Stout people, tfiey say, are
rarely guilty of meanness or crime.
Jones- Well, you see, it's so diffi
cult for them to stoop to anything
low.
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The odor of the fish will not be
imparted to the other fried food.
Cottolene is not alone eco
nomical for the reason that it
can be used over and over, but
also because it is richer than
butter or lard, and one-third
less is required. It is twice as
economical as butter; much
more economical than lard.
Cottolene makes rich, digesti
ble, tasty, healthful food. Does
not make food
greasy, and is
free from in
digestion.
Cottolene is nev
er sold In bulk
—always in air
tight tin pails,
which protect it
from dirt, dust
and odors. It
is always uni
form and de
pendable.
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