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The Return of Grandmother’s Hat
Described by Olivette, The Georgian's Fashion Expert
T HE hat’of grandmother's day ’is
t .wijth tifei uguin, Willi all tha charm
*• f modern improvement&.
Th* dainty bit . of midsummer mil
linery, ^nhqwn ia the picture on the
bottom tilts over soft hair aiul roguish
eyes most effectively.
If you have an old leghorn, dot it
down knd hind the edge, of the hrim
with wide 'shadow or burgundy lace.'
Tilt '■fhe hat to the proper angle with
one of fh«* ‘halos'*'we have ho long die-
carded and bank the ‘flat crown with
forget-me-fi (ft’s or any dairtfy little
tfriwer. 4 ’
i^rr aiid 'there a wee bunch b'f roses
In rohfnrsting color add an effective
tdtreh,*'add the *f>ft 'taffeta streamers
pehda'tlV frbrn ‘ben'eatli thfp brim' sound
the final not' of becdmlngness and'fol
low the latest .D^roL.n fancy
■ 4- Fetching Model.
, The . 4-OP , iildlUFj* shows . a fetching
model developed in black. satin, with
a . tlpy p^d of. pale gray satin at the
of^the.jHlightly. railed Juani.
At thedeft xif, tiie-back *iw* two grace
ful, «lo^ig-fronted. , plumes of u notified
ostrich.
Blacky, s^iin rbitoon tie<l in- a loese
• knot bold# the brim in front,- encircles
the duping .qrown and ■.falls in two
“follow-me-lads” streamers from the
e X.§d-loops a. large bow directly'at
t|i,e bu^e H/f ..the pi.ume* in the. center
dfr ihn back # - - -
ia these day a of bright coloring the
home milliner, may copy this becoming
hat at small expense if she owns two
f . ea ,.^^ rs long useless- because of the
popularity of black and white.
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WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love
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 wtomk.
She understands their point of view
and sympathizes with them. Aggie
Lynch, a convict friend of Mary's at
Burnsing, sees good ‘‘possibilities'’
for her in the world of crime. Upon
Mary’s release the slogan ‘‘once a
criminal always one,” prevents her
from securing work. She is contin
ually hounded and in desperation
throws herself into the North River
Joe Garson, a forger, rescues her and
keeps her and Aggie in luxury,
though living chaste lives. Mary
reads that a famous financier escapes
prison through keeping within the
letter of the law. She follows his ex
ample and becomes the leader of a
band of swindlers, robbing only the
unscrupulous. Gilder’s son Dick
meets and loves Mary, who seeks to
wreak vengeance on the father
through the son. Aggie poaen as her
cousin, and they pretend to be re
spectable. They are vidlted by De
tective Cassidy, who trie$ to scare
Mary into leaving town through
threats. He is laughed at for bis
pains, because she was “within the
law. The detective, before leaving
again, tells Aggie and Joe Garson
that “there'll be trouble" for them
unless they get ©ut of town,
unless they gel out of town. Jrwin,
the lawyer of General Hastings,
whom Aggie Lynch Is suing for
breach of pr«%iise, calls on Mary. He
attempts to corner Mary and Aggie,
but the girls are too wise for him.
Now go on with the story
Copyright. 1913. by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play ‘‘Within the Law” is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelization of 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 BAYARD VEILLER.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
/
UNCLE JOHN’S PROPHECY fheL
“0
phesy
s'CLE JOHN always did have
lugkj with him.” said the man
with the big black cigar,
toll .me that. a man can pro-
iiisa^tor ami always get away
00 YOU WANT IT?!
You Can Surely Have It By j
Using Parisian Sage. J
with it unle«-r 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 increase!].
Each time a machine was added to my
garage the mails have sizzled with the
letters fronT 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 live& in one
should be restrained iri an asylum for
the feeble minded.
Nearly Wept.
, ... A '‘The'-^i9j' : ^ife^'.I .Wj$nt East on busi-
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’ o * twi? ,t is a ^ order-"tbar I rrdeftrt cover
of hair? Y 014 may think it^Js a i in* order that I might cover ground
th.at some wohie.i are Tioim thau way., and as Uncle John lived in
The fact is. beautiful hair is. ldrgeh > the city 1 was visiting, I naturally went
matter of cuj^v^jion, jyst as; you < up <0 ^ him ^ fvr8t tirne r caUe(1
^ould wateritlVd pi&nts in yotlr gar- <; !ie near j v wept over me because he had
witnessed my arrival in the big red
I car. He had visiting him his brother
j from Maine, whose ideas, of automobiles
! were even more primitive than Uncle
i John's—but Uncle Henry had some ex
1‘otisfe.* *fdr* hfe liyeS in a region w’here
there aren’t any automobiles.
“Each of them called upon the other
to witness that I was a reckless young
j thing and probably would meet my doom
| before I left the city.
. “I., resolved _to pqt an, end forever to
I such foolishness and to show Uncle
i John that automobiles were harmless
| things that would eat out of one’s hand
1 if properly approached. So the next
I 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 we thrashed the matter out. They
had been strong men in their youth, but
they were no match for me now. so I
den and fertilize the ^ojl.'. ...
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once.-'U.^luts a stop to itete-g .scalp
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meal. •
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it will double the beauty of the hair.
if used daily for.,a weel^yaju will be
l pimply delighted with the result—
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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
(o 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 1 me go this way. It
seems hard, though.'
“Of .course. I laughed at him. I t«ld
him airily that positively nothing could
happen and that I expected that he and
Uncle 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 ata 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 th
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 fine 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 atraw. and
with the top part dangling coquettishlv
above Uncle John and L'ncle 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?’
Uncle Henry asked me in awful tones.
‘Yes, uncle,’ said I, 'I pushed the
coping back 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 florist 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 com* true? He
ought to get a job as a weatner man!
“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 it was Mary*
who, with a swift movement, caught
j and held it.
“Not quite yet, Mr. Irwin, J’m
afraid.” she said, calmly.
The lawyer barely suppressed a
violent ejaculation of annoyance.
Rut there’s the money waiting
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 representative.
“I think,” May explained tranquilly,
“that you had better see our lawyer,
j Mr. Harris, in reference to this. We
I 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. Trwin,”
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: "If you’ll take the money
to Mr. Harris. Miss Lynch will meet
you in 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 bow.
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
sheepishness of expression that bore
; witness to the oompleteness of his
j discomfiture. Without a word.*after
a long moment in which he perceived
intently the delicate, yet subtly ener
getic, loveliness of this slender woin-
I an, he walked back to the desk, pick
ed up the money, and restored it to
the billcase. 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 ,r ht 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 <>f the
house. * * * Say, how did you
know it was marked?"
"1 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 w r as not
at all assumed.
"Gee!" she cried. "Thai would have
been fierce! And now?' she ques
tioned, apprehensively
Mary’s answer repudiated any pos
sibility of fear.
"And now." she explained content
edly. "he really will go to bur lawyer.
There, he will pay over that same
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
erything done according’ to legal
ethics ”
"What’s legal ethicsV” 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
wits.
“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 poutmg Ups 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 njy Ufe!”
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. Hut we did no such thing—
to, indeed! What we did wasn’t any
thing like that in the eyes of the law
What we,did waa merely to have your
lawyer Take steps toward a suit for
damages for breach of promise of
marriage for the sum of ten thou
sand dollars. Then his lawyer ap
pears in behalf of General Hastings,
and there follow a number of c.onfei -
cnees 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. thousand dollars, and
the flighty old General gets back his
letters * * * My dear,” Mary con
cluded vainglorioiisly, "we’re inside,
the law. and so \ve’re perfectly safe.
And there you are!”
The Mistakes of Jennie By hal coffman j
Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of:a Southern Girl in the Big City
‘‘But, no—mothers always ask so many questions.”
Advice to the
Lovelorn
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CHAPTER m
Un.tn, f a
"l W 7 HEN .Jennie apt In th*
v/ p* iu** is a 1 c
W house ihnt nisbt and found
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her motherly boardiny
lokes
house keeper waiting up for her
J
hot tea. #he evaded her old
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To Be Continued To-morrow.
MOTHER gg By FRANCES L. GARS1DE
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
Njkchildren because she doesn’t have time
e Ifor 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 Mother prays it is for some
thing she wants for her children, and
when 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 be^ 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 tasl^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 ar** 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 heaven an unhappy place for
her, is that when St. Peter lines us
all up and passes out the crowns he
will not take our Mother’s word for it.
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 shop one
afternoon and stood for some Unit
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 be
dead as out of style. Gimme a coupk
of pounds of alligator!"
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DON’T GIVE HER UP.
r)EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am deeply in love with a
girl 20 years of age, and she loves
me, but there is one thing out of
the way with me; I have six fin
gers on my right hand. So her
parents say that it Is unlucky to
get martied. 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 all the bad.
GIVE HIM UP.
HEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 am just 18 years old and
love a man of 25. I have been
keeping steady company with
him for the pa»t two months, be
fore which time I had heard many
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
be for your greater happiness to heed
them and give him up.
His First Mistake
O NE of the first tasks they set the
curate, who was handicapped
by youth and inexperience, was
to investigate the bona fldes of a
"widow woman" who had applied to
the church for help. He departed
nervously on his errand and knocked,
as ill-luck would bave 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?" w’ere 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
added, noticing, with alarm, that she
looked angry.
“No you ain’t," answered the wom
an snappishly. “My name is Seline
Jackson, my bairns go to school, and
my 'usband's doin’ what is necessary
to a plateful of steak and onions at
this very moment. Would you like to
know anything else? W'here I was
born? When 1 was christened? At
what age I started courtin’? Perhaps.”
■'•he concluded, sarcastically, rolling
her tattered sleeve up above the el
bow. ‘you’d like to see my vaccination
mark before you go?”
Hut the bashful curate, redder in
the face than a poppy, was already in
full flight.
friend’s look and questions, say
ing she Was tired, awd hatread-
ache—hurrwifli up stairs - to bar
room, where she could be alone
and THINK.
Why had she so long put up
with this sordid way of living—*
no good times, dresses 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 ifce 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 - Ip ; tpwn and
came home in a taxi-cab for tie
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?
Hhdn’t he been just as nice and
polite-—a lot more 90 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 about
the nice time she had.that even
ing?—but no—old woman always
asked so mapy question*—what
If THE MAN was a great deal
older than she—hadn't he told her
tiiat he bad a little daughter just
her age, but his family was away
on a trip to Europe, and he w r as
po lonesome since they were gone,
and wouldn't she be Mi little wal
and meet his wife and daughter
when they arrived borne—and she
mi/ t bring her mother, too, when
hifr family got back—no, 1t
wouldn’t do to tell her mother till
then, for she might not under
stand it lik-et.he and Jennie did,
didn't she like him just a little
hit?
Ail this Jennie thought out as
she sat on the edge o^ the bed.
absently braiding her hair in h^r
nice, clean, plain, tidy little room,
with her mother's* picture, taken
when she wet a bout, Jennie’s age.
sitting there on her little white
bureau, looking right at her.
But Jennie went to sleep that
night, thinking of a great big,
bright restaurant, with its beauti
fully gowned women, heavenly
music, thick carpet, a fountain
playing in the center and the “tear’
ride home that ,was so different
from the pokey old street, earn
she was used to riding in.
She w as sound ajdeep and didn’t
hear her old friend noiselessly
open the- door and come into see
if there was anything she could
do before she w r ent to bed—or
hear the murmur “poor little sirl
—if she just didn’t HAVE to work
so hard." aa she w,-«nt out.
(To ba Continued.)
HAL COFFMAN.
"Tremendous crowd up at our
church last night.”
“New minister?”
“No, It was burned down.”
Shoppen—Do you keep unground
coffee beans here?
Assistant—No, ma’am; upstairs.
This is the ground floor.
* • *
*T am aslf-made. I am.
"Well, I think there is one thing you
needn’t warry about.”
"What Is that?"
"Taking out a patent.”
• • •
Mrs. McWhuskey (watching a couple
spooning)—FA'b Juist disgustin', fm
verra glad yo dldna mak' sic a fool o’
- A IW7J O
when ye were walkin’ oot wl’
yexteV
me. Sandr
Mr McWhuskey—Te mauna jui<l*e.
wife. I had ns the same provocation.
• • •
Brown—Stout people, they say, are
rarely guilty of meanness or crime.
Jones—Well, you »ee, it’s so diffi
cult tor them to stoop to anythin*
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.
Cottolena is not alone eco
nomical for the reason that it
can be nsed over and over, but
alao 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.
Cottolanc makes rich, digesti
ble, tasty, healthful food. Does
not make food
greasy, and is
free from in
digestion.
CottoJane Is nev
er sold In bulk
—always In aii^
tight tin palls,
which protect It
from dirt, dust
and odors. It
is always uni
form and de
pendable.
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