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Their Married Life
Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
Sprightly Bessie Clayton Tells How Scientijic Dancing Can Benefit Them
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Infringe and Love
By MABEL HERBERT URNER
ii'T'HERE'S the
I Helen lei
band!”
leaned farther out
the window, but a atone pro
portion from the adjoining building
shut off their view from the avenue.
They could only see the paraders as
they passed.
Below the street was lined with
people, and now the^e was a general
stir of expectancy as every one gazed
down the avenue at the first strains
of the approaching hand.
“Wait, we’ll soil our gloves.’ apd
Mrs. Stevens spread a newspaper over
the dusty windowsill.
The music grew louder. Policemen
were petroling the street to keep
hack the crowd on the curbing. The
great avenue was swept clear.
Pint came the horseback brigade,
si\teen women in black riding habits
with yellow pennants of “Votes for
Women. ' Then the standard bearers,
the grand marshal, the band—and the
parade was under way.
Helen's first impression was that
the women marched well—very well.
They carried themselves with con
scious dignity and an earnestness of
purpose The white gowns and yel
low regalia shone brilliantly in the
sunlight.
“Oh, 1 wish we could read the ban
ners," complained Mrs. Stevens, for
they could see only the backs of the
banners as they passed. “I should
think they would letter them on both
sides."
“Wonder what college this is.
murmured Helen, as a company of
women in black university gowns
and mortar-board caps marched by
with stately precision.
“Well, we can’t tell anything if we
ran t read the standards We really
could see better from the street."
Helen Objects.
"< >h. hut •it's much nU’t*r tip here.'
protested Helen, who hated to he
Jostled in a crowd. "T brought a paper
that gave the order of marching-
perhaps we can tell something by
that. Here it Is," turning to an
article headed:
"30.000 Women Will March To-day.
Hands in Procession.
Parade Forms at Washington Square
at 3 O'clock.
i.ine of March Up Fifth Ave. to
Look, you’re missing this." inter
rupted Mrs. Stevens, as a great square
, -iivas lettered, "Voles for Women,
Victory CHS." was carried flat by half
a dozen women on each side.
Some one from an tipper window
threw a handful of coppers on the
, aunts. The crowd laughed, but the
women gazed serenely ahead. A band
followed playing the French battle
hymn "The Marseilles." Then came
a company In swinging step to the
music, carrying many banners.
i ih whv don't they all wear
white- asked Helen. "They’d look
,. much better in a regulation white
uniform."
What's doing'.’”
come out of his private office, and
„a- now looking over their shoulders.
•Oh, Fred, you're missing it ALU.
as Mrs. Stevens moved over for him
to sit down beside her.
"Can't come now. Got to get off
some letters but I'll be with you
when Curtis gets here."
Helen glanced at the clock. Warren
had promised to cotne up about 6
and they were all going out to din
ner together. She begged him to
come earlier, hut he had scoffed at
the idea of leaving his work for a
suffragette parade.
Warren Arrives.
However, it was not quite 4
when the tioor opened and Warren
stalked in. Helen greeted him Joy
fully. '
"Oil, dear. I’m glad! i want you
to sc* it it's well worth while!”
Not much doing Saturday aftsr-
noon si * 1 thought 1 rnkplit as well
Knock off. How do the damsels
look?" aeattng himself on' the win
dow-sill beside Helen. "Those I saw
coming up seemed pretty well sea
soned."
"We're too high up to see their
faces." said Mrs. Stevens.
■Well the rarthor away you are the
better thev look. Seems to me they’d
march better ir their skirts weren’t
so tight."
"Now. dear, you’re NOT to say hor
rid thinge,” reproved Helen. "'It
reallv is a very wonderful parade
You can't help hut be Impressed with
their dignity and earnestness."
"1 shouldn't say that woman in a
red skirt was exactly dignified."
laughed Mr, Stevens. "What would
you call that—a strut?"
"Look at this one over here," and
Warren pointed out an extremely
stout woman in an extremely tight
black dress "Site waddles French
heels, too! Can you beat it?"
"Dear. 1 don't think that's at all
funny, and It's certainly not nice for
you to try to pick out things to
ridicule. Among 30,000 women some
of them may dress Inappropriately,
hut that doesn't affect the cause
they’re marching for."
"Thirty thousand!" Warren's tone
was skeptical "I'll wager there won't
be ten And why don’t they have
more bands That's the only part
of any parade that's worth while.
Ah, here we have the real thing!”
A band had hurst into a lively air
Just as it came in sight Leading It
was a strutting, gold-laced drum
major twirling his baton.
A Big Crowd
*He> great,' grinned Warren.
“I've always been partial to drum
major*. They’re so blamed y>ompou
over nothing. Wish he’d drop thut
thing. I'd like to see him scurry
attar it.”
But the drum major gradually
flourished and tossed his baton with
out mishap, and Warren’s desire to
see his dignity upset was not grat-
“Wonder how long they can tie
up these side streets?” asked Mr.
Stevens. “Just look over there.”
As Mr. Stover’s office was in a cor
ner building, they could see up the
cross street, which was jammed with
stalled traffic. But no one seemed to
mind the delay. People were stand-
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ing up in their cars, and some ha J j
climbed on the limousine tops auo
were waving at the paraders.
“There’s a sensible fellow.’’ Warren \
was looking down at the driver of a (
huge beer truck, who had gone com- i
fortably to sleep on his seat.
“Oh. here are more college girls.”
Helen leaned forward eagerly. I
“There’s Vaasar and Byrn Mawr,” as
the breeze blew the flags so they could
read them. “Don’t the’- march well?’’ j
“Here comes the Sutherland Sis
ters,” scoffed Warren, as a group *f
young women, dressed as flower girN
with long flowing hair, marched by.
“Well, they look a lot better without i
liaf8,’’ commented Mr. Stevens. “From i
the way most women wear their ha’s ;
Jammed down over their head, you’d
think they hadn’t any hair.”
“Ah, this Is more like It!” Warren |
was ridiculing a woman marching in
a changeable silk dress that fairly j
glittered in the sunlight.
“She’s got a new spring gown and
she’s going to wear it! Oh, I say.
now we ARE getting our money's
worth.” as next came a mounted com
pany. “Look how they sit hunched
up In their saddles! To-morrow we’ll
read about the 'graceful riders on
their prancing steeds.' Well,” with a
yawn, getting up from his seat on the
window-sill, “had about enough of
this?”
“Oh, no! No, dear; let’s not go yet.”
pleaded Helen. “It’s really a very
wonderful demonstration. I’d like to
see It through.”
“What’s the matter with you? Get
ting converted to the cause? Thought
you were an anti?”
“You know' I was never that,” in
dignantly. I was simply neutral I
didn’t knoiv anything about it—and 1
don’t know very much now. But ther?
are enough fine, earnest women in
ihls parade to make me feel that 1
should know more.”
“The first symptoms,” groaned War
ren; “you’ll have It bad Suppose I'll
soon be hearing of nothing but moei-
lngs, unions and the ’cause.’ Eel's r.o
borne and tie n 'Votes for Women’ on
Pussy Purr-mew.”
But this sally Helen treated with
the lofty silence It de«< rved.
“I’ve got my car around the corner,
if you want to go now,” proposed Mr,
Stevens.
Seeing It Through.
But both Helen and Mrs. Stevens
Insisted on seeing it through. So the\
were left alone to watch the rest of
the parade undisturbed by Warren’s
facetious comments, while he and Mr.
Stevens settled themselves in com
fortable chairs to smoke and talk
shop.
By this time the marching women
were both warm and tired, but their
enthusiasm had not wavered. Wearily
but earnestly they trudged along with
the same quiet dignity they had
evinced from the first.
"You know what time it is?” finally
demanded Warren. ‘Half-past five!
How much longer do you want to
hang out that window'? If we’re going
tc that road house for dinner—we’d
better get started. I’d like some
nourishment pretty soon.
"All right, dear, I guess this is
about the end. Oh, I’m so glad we
came. 1 AM impressed. I do think it
was a VERY wonderful demonstra
tion!”
“I believe you made that remark
before," said Warren dryly.
Mr. Stevens locked his desk while
Warren closed the windows, and they
all went down the hall to the elevator.
It was crowded with people who had
been fleeing the parade from upper
offices. Every one was commenting
on the marchers.
'•Well, they’re in earnest—and
they’ll get what they want.” w r as the
very audible comment of one man.
Warren made a grimace, but ns
Helen w'as crowded against him in
the elevator she whispered enthusias
tically:
"And I hope they’ll get it VERY
SOON!”
By LILIAN LAUFERTY
A RE you lazy? Bessie Clayton,
the dancer, says most Ameri
can women are, and that is
why we still import our supreme
successes in so many fields of artis
tic endeavor.
"Success in doing your work or in
merely being properly healthy or
alluringly lovely demands constant,
earnest, self-sacrifiring « ffort,” said
the wonderful star who is twinkling
merry toes at the Colonial Theater In
New York this week.
“You simply don’t get anywhere
on the stage or in the world unless
you first make up your mind where
you want to go and then drive your
body so it goes. That impressed me
very forcibly during four glorious
weeke during which I danced with
Madam- Sarah Bernhardt in Paris
She will never get old because she is
so dauntless; maybe you think she
has a right to sit back now and think
about all she has done. No sitting
back for her—she is going right on
That is the spirit that makes women
great artiste. And it gives them good,
healthy bodies—clean and strong— as
the first step toward beauty.
“Not many of us can take all the
steps to beauty Just because we hap
pen to want to, but 1 guess any one
who Is not lazy can manage to take
j/m
Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. Ply Com
pany. The pla\ ‘‘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 I^aw”
in all languages.
Sugar From Sawdust
I N the course of a paper read
before the Royal Society of Arts
Mr. A. Zimmerman described a
process by which sugar might be
manufactured from sawdust.
In its natural state, he pointed out,
wood contains no sugar, but when
sawdust has been subjected in closed
retorts to digestion witb a W'eak sul
phurous acid solution under pressure
of six to seven atmospheres, a very
remarkable transmutation takes place,
as much as 25 per cent of the mate
rial being converted into* sugar. In
this Mr. Zimmerman claims that we
have a valuable feeding stuff for
horses, cattle and sheep.
Draught horses, in whose daily ra
tion four pounds of “sacchulose-mo-
lasses” were substituted for four
pounds of i>ats. w'ere kept under ob
servation for seven months, and were
all found to have increased in weight,
while a colt, Which was in so weak a
condition that veterinary surgeons
advised its destruction, put on 260
pounds in six months, and now is in
excellent condition
The food haa also been tried in a
large Durham colliery, with the result
that it kept the pit ponies and horses
in good and hard condition. Many
other uses, it was suggested, would
be found for this converted wood
for example, in the manufacture of
explosives, of margerine. of synthetic
rubber, and, in virtue of its charac
teristics as a non-conductor of beat,
as packing for refrigerators, inouba-
Which?
After the third addition to the fam
ily It became necessary to secure lip-
services of a permanent nurse.
“Now, my husband is very particu
lar whom I engage as a nurse." said
the mistress to a girl who had applied
for the position “He wishes me to
go into the most minute details about
your qualifications. Do you know how
to prepare foon? Can you sew and
mend? Do you mind sitting up lute
at night? Are you faithful and de
voted. and have you a kind, loving
disposition? Will you—”
"Excuse me. ma’am; am 1 to take
care of the baby or your husband?”
replied the girl. %
He'd Stick to It.
Baker—I was out in Blakeley's mo
tor last week. He has everything in
it. even a pedometer.
Barker—You mean speedometer,
old man. A pedometer is an instru
ment for measuring how far you
'-bB.'k-,
T*aker—A1 right; I’ll stick to pe
dometer.
“Dancing gives a firm body and
a clear white skin.”
one step. After that they come right
along pretty naturally."
"You sound like an athlele in train
ing." 1 remarked.
"That is Just what a dancer If.
No alcoholic drinks of any sort are
allowed—but there are alcoohol rubs.
Then there Is a whole system of
massage, bandaging and baths.
"That is the physical part of being
a dancer, and it has a reward beyond
the ability to dance it gives a sound
body and Arm, white skin. Are not
they worth any woman’s trying fur,
even at a little racriflce of food and
drink and any pleasure that even
verges on dissipation " '
They are. indeeu, for Miss Clayton s
smooth white dimpled wrist, and the
firm white flesh of arms, legs and
throat bespeak a health and vigor
that are charming to eye and mind
] alike. And health and vigor are a
big first step toward beauty.
•■No sweets on your menu, I notice.
! Is that because you, consider them
I injurious" It can't be that with ail
j your violent exercise in dancing you
I have to consider warding off the
I white woman’s burden- fat. '
“A little of both," said Miss Clay
ton. "Dancing docs not keep me thin
—it keeps me too well to become
anemic or run down—and fat I dare
; not get. If a few extra pounds make
their appearance, hot baths at night
will do wonders: really they just fair
ly melt the fat off. I recommend a
fifteen or twenty minute hot bath
each night to the woman who wants
to reduce with comfort and ease.
"You have boon called the Amer
ican Genre what do you think of the
title?" I ventured into these new
fields of questioning boldly
"My dancing." said lhe earnest
woman before me seriously, "is not
just a gentle i.rt—it is athletics, too
You see one must study one's public
In all forms of beauty and of en
deavor the America 1 public likes tire
—ginger -dash—go; call it what you
will And if anything American is to
be beautiful ii must he in an Ameri
can way. No girl In any prettier for
trving to look like some one else. And
my dancing must he mine—and Amer
ican.
"And If you like > clear skin and
brigh; eyes, and firm healthy flesh
better than you ud goodies and dissi
pation and laziness, you can ha\e
them. 1 really knew more about
dancing steps than steps to beauty,
you tee. Hut I think tile road to suc
cess in ambition, whether it is to be
a pretty picture m a moving picture,
is to work." Miss Clayton laughed
Infectiously, and 1 decided that her
sign-posts to success \,,re w ell worth
noting.
“Dancing is not just a gentle
art; it is athletics, too.”
Up-to-Date
Jokes
Items of Interest
j Cucumbers were introduced into
l England from Holland four centuries
1 ago.
Rite forma the prir. i ; ;< article of
food of about a third of the human
race*
Because he had been a naughty lit
tle boy—a very naughty little boy—
lie was bent to bed without any pud
ding. But in the evening, when his
brothers and f sisters dil were fast
asleep, he crept downstairs, a tearful
little white-robed figure, and, going
into the library, said to his mother:
"Mummy, you told me nevei to go
to sleep till I'd made peace with mv
enemies; so I’ve come down to for
give you and daddy for being so rude
to me at dinner to-night.”
When the Gzar of Russia proposed
a disarmament of the nations, the
ever alert Mr. Stead wrote to Mark
Twain for his opinion on the pro
posal. He got it:
“Dear Mr. Stead—The Czar Is ready
to disarm. 1 am ready to disarm.
Collect the others. It should not be
much of a task now.— Mark Twain."
"It did Jack no good to marry his
stenographer, for she continued the
habit of the office in their home.”
“How so?”
"Wln»n he starts* to dictate she
takes him down."
Teacher—When did Charles 1 make
his greatest mistake?
Bright Scholar—The time he los'
his head.
Jack's Front Doorbell.
The proudest day in old Farmer Gile’s
life had downed. Dressed in his Sun
day best, he took the train to Boston
to visit his sailor son.
And, although the train journey was
his first, its excitements paled before
the vision of the huge floating sailors ;
homes he sa* in the harbor.
Timidly he approached the side of the
gigantic waterway leviathan which hat
his son on board, and, as he took hok
of the hanging ropes to assist himself
on deck, he was more than surprised to
hear a dreadful clanging of bells.
This clamor was merely the sounding
of eight bells to denote the time of day;
but old Farmer Giles, seeing an officer
in the distance, waddled up and accost
ed him. remarking apologetically:
“Good-day. sir! I’ve coine to see my
son. Jack . biff, ’pon • my soul, sir, i
didn’t mean to ring so loud!"
“The road to ambition is to
work, and work hard.”
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
GO BACK HOME.
D ear miss Fairfax:
Am 23 years of age and have
been going with a man 15* years
| my senior for over three years,
i l have had a quarrel on his ac
count and have left home. He
won’t marry me because he
doesn’t care to marry now, that
being his reason. We are of dif
ferent religion. Z. E.
You made a grave mistake wh n
you left home on his account, which
you must rectify by returning horrid
at once.
He is 38; he has known you three
years; he says he doesn't pare to mar
ry now. It seems to me he doesn t
j care to ever marry you, and that yjtt
j are sacrificing yourself in vain.
TIME WILL TELL.
D ear miss Fairfax:
1 met a young gentleman
some time ago. whom 1 seem to
care for very much. Now, this
gentleman calls at my home and
also takes me out. but I do not
know whether he cares for me of
not. How could I find out?
ANXIOUS.
Why try to force matters? Let thv
man tell his love in his own time
and way. and in the meantime find
some assurance that he i« learning to
love you in his devotion to you.
They Certainly Do!
Gabe—Why do they sav that the
ghost walks on payday?
Steve—Because that’s the day our
spirits rise.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
CHAPTER XI.
The Thief.
Mary remained in joyous spirits
after her victorious matching of
brains against a lawyer of high
standing in his profession. For the
time being, conscience w'as muted by
gratified ambition. Her thoughts just
then were far from the miseries of
the past, with their evil train of con
sequences in the present. But that
past was soon to be recalled to her
with a vividness most terrible.
She had entered the telephone
booth, which she had caused to be
Installed out of an extra closet of her
bedroom for the sake of greater priv
acy on occasion, and it was during
her absence from the drawing room
that Garson again came into the
apartment, seeking her. On being
told by Aggie as to Mary’s where
abouts, lie set down to await her re
turn. listening without much inter
est to the chatter of the adventuress.
* * * It was just then that the
maid appeared.
"There’s a girl wants to see Miss
Turner," she explained.
The irrepressible Aggie put on her
most finically elegant air.
“Has she a card?" she inquired
haughtily, while the maid tittered ap
preciation.
“No," w'as the answer. “But she
says it’s important. I guess the poor
thing's in hard luck, from the look
of her,” the kindly Fannie added.
"Oh, then she’ll be welcome, of
course, ” Aggie declared, and Garson
nodded in acquiescence. “Tell her
to come in and wait. Fannie. Miss
Turner will be here right away. " She
turned to Garson as the maid ieft the
room. “Mary sure is an easy boob.”
she remarked, cheerfully. “Bless her
soft heart!”
The Girl Appears.
A curiously gentle smile of appre
ciation softened the immobility of
the forger’s face as he again nodded
assent.
"We might just as well pipe off the
skirt before Mary gets here," Aggie
suggested, with eagerness.
A minute later, a girl perhaps 20
years of age. stepped just within the
doorway, and stood there with eyes
downcast, after one swift, furtive
glance about her. Her whole ap
pearance was that of dejection. Her
soiled black gown, the cringing pos
ture, the pallor of her face, proclaim
ed the abject misery of her state.
Aggie, who was not exuberant in
her sympathies for any one other
than herself, addressed the newcomer
with a patronizing inflection, modu
lated in her best manner.
“Won’t you come in, please?” she
requested.
The shrinking girl shot another
veiled look in the direction »of the
speaker.
“Are you Miss Turner?” she asked,
in a voice broken by nervpus dismay.
“Really. 1 am sorry,” Aggie replied,
primly, “but I am only her cousin,
Miss Agnes Lynch. But Miss Turner
is likely to be back any minute now.”
“Can 1 wait?” came the timid ques
tion.
“Certainly,” Aggie answered, hos
pitably. “Please sit down.'
As the girl ohediently sank down on
the nearest chair. Garson addressed
her sharply, so that the visitor started
uneasily at the unexpected sound.
“You don’t know Miss Turner?”
“No," came the faint reply.
“Then, w r hat do you want to see
her about?”
Aggie Catches Herself.
There was a brief pause before the
girl could pluck up courage enough
for an answer. Then, it was spoken
confusedly, almost in a whisper.
“She once helped a girl friend of
mine, and I thought—l thought—•—”
“You thought she might help you,”
Garson interrupted.
But A^gie, too, possessed some per
ceptive powers, despite the fact that
she preferred to use them little in
ordinary affairs.
“You have been in the stir—-prison,
1 mean." She hastily corrected the
lapse into underworld slang.
Came a distressed muttering of
assent from the girl. .
"How sad!” Aggie remarked, in a
voice of shocked pity for one so in
conceivably unfortunate. “How very,
very sad!”
This ingenuous method of diversion
was put to an end by the entrance of
Mary, who stopped short on seeing
the limp figure huddled in the chair.
“A visitor. Agnes?” she inquired.
At the sound of her voice, and be
fore Aggie could hit on a fittingly ele
gant form of reply, the girl looked up.
And now. for the first time, she spoke
with some degree of energy, albeit
there was a sinister undertone in the
husky voice.
“You’re Miss Turner?” she ques
tioned.
“Yes.* Mary said, simply. Her
words rang kindly; and she smiled
encouragement.
A gasp burst from the white lips of
the girl, and she cowered as one
stricken physically.
"Mary Turner! Oh. my God! 1—”
She hid her face within her arms and
sat bent until he^ head rested on her
knees In an abasement of misery.
Vaguely startled by the hysterical
outburst from the girl. Mary’s imme
diate thought was that here was a
pitiful instance of one suffering from
starvation.
“Joe,” she directed rapidly, “have
Fannie bring a glass of milk with an
egg and a little brandy in it, right
away.”
The girl in the chair was shaking
soundlessly under the stress of her
emotions. A few disjointed phrases
fell from her quivering lips.
“I didn’t know—oh, I couldn’t!”
“Don’t try to talk just now',” Mary
warned, reassuringly. “Walt until
you’ve had something to eat.”
Aggie, who had observed develop
ments closely, now lifted her voice in
tardy lamentations over her own stu
pidity. There was no affectation of
the fine lady in her self-reproach.
"Why. the poor gawk’s hungry!”
she exclaimed. “And I never got the
dope on her. Ain’t I the simp!”
The girl regained a degree of self-
control. and showed something of for
lorn dignity.
"She Would Come.’’
“Yes,” she said dully, "I’m starv
ing.”
Mary legarded the afflicted crea
ture with that sympathy bom only
of experience.
“Yes,” she said softly, “I under
stand." Then she spoke to Aggie.
“Take her to my room, and let her
rest there for a while Have her
drink the egg and milk slowly, and
then lie down for a few minutes any
how'.’’
Aggie obeyed with an air of bus
tling activity.
"Sure. I will!” she declared. J3he
went to the gir! and helped her to
stand up. "We’ll fix you out all right,”
she said, comfortingly. “Come along
w ith me. * * * Hungry ! Gee, but
that’s tough!”
Half an hour afterward, while Mary
was at her desk, giving part of her
attention to Joe Garson. who sat near,
and part to a rather formidable pile
ot neatly arranged papers. Aggie re
ported with her charge, who, though
still shambling of gait, and stooping,
showed by some faint color in her
face and an increased steadiness of
bearing that the food had already
strengthened her much.
“She would come,” Ajggie explained.
“I thought she ought to rest for a
while longer anyhow.” She half-
shoved the girl into a chair opposite
the desk, in an absurd travesty on
the maternal manner.
“I’m all right, I tell you,” came the
querulous protest.
Whereupon Aggie gave over the un
congenial task of mothering and set
tled herself comfortably in a chair,
with her legs merely crossed as a
compromise between ease and pro
priety.
“Are you quite sure?” Mary said to
the girl. And then, as the other
nodded in assent, she spoke with a
compelling kindliness. “Then you
must tell us all about it—this trou
ble of yours, you know. What is your
name?”
Once again the girl had recourse to
the swift, searching, furtive glance,
but her voice was colorless as she re
plied, listlessly:
"Helen Morris.”
Mary regarded the girl with an ex
pression that was inscrutable when
she spoke again.
v "I don’t have to ask if you have
been in prison,” she said gravely.
"Your face shows it.”
“—I came out—three months ago,’*
was the, halting admission.
Mary watched the shrinking figure
reflectively for a long minute before
she spoke again. Then there was a
deeper resonance in her voice.
“And you’d made up your mind to
go straight?”
“Yes.” The word was a whisper.
“You were going to do what the
chaplain had told you,” Mary went on
in a voice vibrant with varied emo
tions. “You were going to start all
over again, weren’t you? You were
going to begin a new life, weren’t
you?” The bent head of the girl bent
still lower in assent. There came a
cynical note in Mary’s utterance now.
“It doesn’t work very well, does It?”
she asked bitterly.
The girl gave sullen agreement.
“No,” she said dully, Tm whipped.”
Mary’s manner changed on the in- .
stant. She spoke cheerfully for the
first time.
“Weil, then.” she questioned, “how
would you like to work with us?”
The girl looked for a second with
another of her fleeting, stealthy
glances.
“You—you mean that ?"
Mary explained her intention in the
matter very explicitly. Her voice
grew boastful.
“Our kind of work pays well when
you know how. Look at us.”
Aggie welcomed the opportunity
for speech, too long delayed.
“Hats from Joseph’s, gowns from
Lucile’s, and cracked ice from Tif
fany’s. But it ain’t ladylike to wear
it,” she concluded with a reproachful
glance at her mentor.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY.
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Political Candidate—Well, did Jou
discover anything in Stump’s past life
that we can use against him?
Detective—Not a thing. All he ever
did before he came here was to sell
awnings.
Political Boss—“Why, that’s just what
we want. We’ll say that he has been
mixed up in some decidedly shady trans
actions.
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