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% 7"T 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. M tr <• •. i; ■M 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- Who does\pot love»avJ.i*«.u<ifuj .h^ad S n ^ s -' | hired a touring oar and a driver ’ 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.'. ... TaoiSajhv gifts'*a*?mht C frrep- aratifHi ifc*hk-b.'.tbe haCir and scdlii.read -• V ily. (iKsprb. it, rem«»;yes' .dandruff at once.-'U.^luts a stop to itete-g .scalp sfchd your whole hea«l feet bet ter asMf ,£}.>% hair had ha*d a square meal. • One application will astoriish you— it will double the beauty of the hair. if used daily for.,a weel^yaju will be l pimply delighted with the result— J. you will warjt fo* lefl all your friends 5 j tltat you have discovered Parisian j ) &^age. You shoukl the number of < ! Enthusiastic letrers we receive from delighted users, r v < .All doubts settled at dne stroke— S yijur money back if you want it. i •'Parisian Sage is a tea-colored yid not sticky or greasy- delicate- j perfumed, that comes in a fifty-: (.•yii bottle. The “Con vvjtu 11,* .... > burn Hair" on the jiaekagy* <-d a < bottle to-day—always keep it where } you can use it daily. ;«Bold l "' ^ \dilet c |itjui< by Jacobs' Ten Stores oun'fers everywhere: ' SsTABL HIED 23 YEARS 0R.E.G. GRIFFIN’S GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS BEST WORK AT LOWEST PRICES All Work Guaranteed. -tours 8 to 6-Phone M. 1708-Sunday* 9-1 T, Whitehall St. Over Brown & Allens 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 | ' ■ ! 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 I L her motherly boardiny lokes house keeper waiting up for her J hot tea. #he evaded her old * ■ - 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. THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPANY FRANKFORTERS IS THE TITLE OF THE NEW STORY WHICH WILL START ON THE MAGAZINE PAGE OF THE GEORGIAN TO-MORROW-READ IT