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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? 7 -* - / You Can Surely Have It By 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. Using Parisian Sage.' ! Nearly Wept. Who does not love a beautiful head of hair? You may thinks it‘is a gift, that some women are born that way. The fact is, beautiful hair is'largely a shatter of ciUtfvaJion, juaUas. you. would water the -plants in your gar den and fertilize the Boil. Parisian Sagc'Ts a'scientific prep aration which' ihe.halr and scalp read ily absorb. It removes dandruff at once jfputs a stop to itching scalp and makes your whnte Tread feef bet 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 ESTABL HEP 23 YEARS 0R.E.G. GRIFFIN’S GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS BEST WORK AT LOWEST PRICES AM Work Guaranteed. Hour, 8 to 6-Phone M. 1708-Sundaye 9-1 -4' , Whitehall St. Over Brown A Aliena 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 T 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. Fry Fish in Cottolene You can fry fish in Cottolene, and use the remaining fat for frying potatoes or other food. 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. THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPANY ' . IVE FRANKFORTERS IS THE TITLE OF THE NEW STORY WHICH WILL START ON THE MAGAZINE PAGE OF THE GEORGIAN TO-MORROW-READ IT