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Their Married Life
: Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
By MABEL HERBERT URNER
Sprightly Bessie Clayton I ells How Scienlijic Dancing Can Benefit Them
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rMiBHE’S the band "
Helen leaned farther out
the window, but a stone pro
jection 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 there was a general
stir of expectancy as every one gazed
down the avenue at the first strains
of the approaching band.
‘Wait, we’ll soil our gloves.” and
Mrs. Stevens spread a newspaper over
the dusty windowsill.
The music grew louder. Policemen
were patrollng the street to keep
hack the crowd on the curbing. The
-real avenue was swept clear.
First iime the horseback brigade,
sixteen women in black riding habits
with yellow pennants of ‘Votes for
Women.” Then the standard bearers,
the grand marshal, the hand 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, l wdsh we could read the ban
ner*. ” complained Mrs. Stevens, for
they could see only the backs of the
banners as they paused. “1 should
think they would letter them on both
sides.”
"Wonder what college this ls°”
murmured Helen, as a company of
women in black university gowns
and mortar-board caps marched by
with stalely precision.
‘Well, we can’t tell anything if we
can’t read the standards We really
could see better from the street ”
Helen Objects
"Oh. but it’s much nicer up here,
protested Helen, who bated to be
jostled In a crowd. “I brought a paper
that gave the order of marching
perhaps we can tell something by
that. Here it is,” turning to an
article headed:
•Jin,ono Women Will March To-day.
35 Bands In Procession
Parade Forms at Washington Square
at 3 O'clock.
Hine of March Up Fifth Ave. to
“nook, you’re missing this.’ inter
rupted Mrs. Stevens, as a great square
canvas lettered. "Votes for Women.
Victory UH6,” was carried Hat by half
a down women on each side
Some one from an upper window
threw a handful of coppers on the
canvas 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.
“Oh. why don't they all wear
white?” asked Helen. They’d look
sn much better in a regulation white
uniform .”
What’s doing?”
come out of his private office, and
wa« now looking over their shoulders.
“Oh. Fred, you’re missing it ALL.”
us Mrs. Stevens moved over for him
to sit down beside her.
Tan’t come now. Got to get off
some letters. hut I’ll be with you
when Curtis gets here.”
Helen glanced at the clock. Warren
had promised to come up about F.
and they were all going out to din
ner together She begged him to
come earlier, but he had scoffed at
the idea of leaving his work for a
suffragette parade.
Warren Arrives.
However, it was -not quite 4
when the door opened and Warren
stalked in Helen greeted him joy
fully.
”uh, dear. I'm ao glad! I want you
to see it—it's well worth while!”
"Not much doing Saturday after
noon, so l thought I might as well
knock off How do the damsels
look?” seating himself on the win
dow-gill beside Helen “Those 1 saw-
coming up seemed pretty well sea
soned.”
"We’re too high up to see their
faces,” said Mrs. Stevens.
“Well the farther away you are the
better they look. Seems to me they'd
march better if their skirts weren't
so tight.”
Now . ties r, you’re NOT to say hor
rid thing".” reproved Helen. 'll
really Is a very wonderful parade
Vou can’t help but be impressed with
their dignity am! earnestness.”
"I shouldn’t aay that woman in ;»
red skirt was exactly dignified,
laughed Mr Steve..s “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. "She waddles French
heels, too! Pan you beat it?”
Dear. I don’t think that's at all
funny, and it * certainly not nice for
you to try to pick out things to
ridicule. Among 30,000 women some
of them may dress inappropriately,
but that doesn’t affect the cause
they’re inarching for.”
Thirty thousand!” Warren’s tone
was skeptical. ’Til wager there won’t
be ten. And why don't th€\ have
more bands? That's the only part
of any parade that’s worth while.
Ah. here we have the real thing!’
A hand had burst into a Iivel\ air
just as It came in sight leading it
was a strutting, gold-laced drum
major twirling his baton.
A Big Crowd.
"He's great.” grinned Warren
"I've always been partial to drum
majors. They’re so blamed pompous
over nothing Wish he’d drop that
thing I’d like to him scurry
after it."
But the drum major gradually
flourished and teased his baton with,
out mishap, and Warren's desire, to
see his dignity upset was not grat
ified.
"Wonder how long they can tie
up these side streets’ 1, asked Mr.
Stevens "Just look over there ”
As Mr. Stiver’s office was in a cor
ner building, they could see up the
* < *»s street, w hich was jammed with
stalled traffic. But no one seemed t »
I rid the delay. People were stand-
After
Shaving
ing up in their cars, and some ha 1
climbed on the limousine tops and
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
fortably to sleen on his seat.
"Oh. here arc m ore ci dirge girls.”
Helen leaned forward eagerly.
"There’s Vassar and Byrn Mawr,” as
the breeze blew the flaga so they could
read them. Don't the-- march well?"
"Hers comes the Sutherland Sis
ters,” scoffed Warren, as a group *f
young women, dressed as flower girls
with long flowing hair, marched by.
"Well, they look a lot better without
hats." commented Mr. Stevens. "From
the way most women wear their ha**
Jammed down over their head, you’d
think they hadn’t any hair”
"All, this is more like it!” Warren
was ridiculing a woman marching In
a changeable silk dreas that fairly
glittered in the sunlight.
"She's got a new spring gown and
she's going to w ear it! Oh,, I say.
now we AUK 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 tin* ‘graceful riders on
their prancing steeds.’ Wall,” 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? Ge*-
tlng converted to the cause? Thought
you were an anti?"
"You know l was never that.” in
dignantly. "I was simply neutral. I
didn't know anything about It and I
don’t know very much now. But ther *
arc enough fine, earnest women In
I his parade to make me feel that 1
should know more.”
"The first symptoms,” groaned War
ren; "you'll have It bad. Suppose I'M
soon be hearing of nothing but meet
ings, unions and the 'cause. Let’s go
home and tie a ‘Vdteu for Women’ on
Pussy Purr-mew."
But this gaily Helen treated with
the lofty silefide it des» rved.
I’ve got my car around the corner,
if you want to g<> now," proposed Mr
Stevens.
By LILIAN LAUFERTY
\ KK you lazy” Bessie Clayton.
2 y. ihe 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 hi-*ing properly healthy or
alluringly lovely demands constant,
earnest, self-sacrificing effort."' said
the wonderful star who is twinkling
merry toes at the Colonial Theater In
New York this week.
"You simply don’t g*d 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
weeky during which 1 danced with
Madam Sarah Bernhardt In Paris.
She will never get old because sin
so dauntless; maybe you think she
has a right to sit hack now and think
about all she has done. No sitting
back for her—she is going right on
That Is th»* 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 I guess any one
who Is not lazy can manage to take
Seeing It Through.
But both Helen and Mrs. Steven**
Instated 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 bad 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! j
How much longer do you want to
hang out tint window? if we’re going
t« 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. I 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 seeing the parade from upper
offices. Every one was commenting
on the man hers.
"Well, they’re In earnest and
they’ll get what they want.” was the
very. audible comment of one man.
Warren made a grimace, but as
Helen was crowded against him In
the elevator she whispered enthusias
tically:
"And 1 hope they’ll get It VERY
SOON!”
Sugar From Sawdust
The road to ambition is to
work, and work hard.’’
Advice to the
Lovelorn
■'Dancing gives a firm body and
a clear white skin.’’
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 with a weak 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 oats, were kept under ob
servation for seven months, and were
all found to have increased in weight,
w hile 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 has 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 —
•xample, in the manufacture of
one step. After that they come right
along pretty naturally.”
"You sound like an athlete in train
ing.” I remarked.
"That is Just what a dancer is.
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 firm white skin. Are not
they worth any woman’s trying for.
even at a little sacrifice of food and
drink and any pleasure that even
verges on dissipation'”'
They are. indeed, for Miss Clayton's
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
“Dancing is not just a gentle
art; it is athletics, too. ’ ’
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Which?
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And gives that smooth
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Afiei the third addition to the fam
ily it became necessary to secure the
services of a permanent nurse.
"Now. m\ husband is very particu
lar whom 1 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 fooGran you sew and
m«*nd.” Do you mind sitting up late
at night? Are you faithful and de
voted. and hav- vou a kind, loving
disposition? \Vi. you -'*
“Excuse me. ma'am; am I to take
care of the baby oi your husband?”
replied the girl.
smooth white dimpled wrist, and th
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. 1 notice.
Is that becaii'V you consider them
injurious? It can’t be that with all
your violent exercise In dancing vou
have to consider warding off the
white woman’s burden—fat.”
"A little of both," said Miss Clay
ton. "Dancing does 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 been called the Amrr-
ican s Uenec what do you think of the
title?” I ventured into these new
fields of questioning boldly.
"My dancing." said the earnest
woman before, me seriously, "is not
just a gentle art—it Is athletics, too
You see one must study one’s public
in all forms of beauty and of en
deavor the American public likes fire
ginger—dash—go. call It what you
will. And if anything American is to
be beautiful it must be in an Ameri
can way. No girl b’ any prettier for
trying to look Ilk** some one else. And
mv dancing most be mine -and Amer
ican.
And if you like » clear skin and
bright eyes, and firm healthv flesh
better than you do goodies and dissi
pation and laziness, you can have
them. 1 r-.ally know more about
dancing steps than steps to beauty,
vou >*»e. Rut 1 think the road to suc
cess In ambition, whether it Is to be
a pretty picture ot a moving picture,
is to work.” Miss Clayton laughed
infectiously, and l deckled that her
sign-posts to success v., re well w orth
noting.
Up-to-Date
Jokes
D ear miss Fairfax:
Am 23 years of age <
Because he had been a naughty lit
tle boy—a very naughty little boy
he was sent to bed without any pud
ding. But in the evening, when his
brothers and sisters all were fast
asleep. Me crept downstairs, a tearful
little white-robed figure, and. going
Into the library, said to his mother:
"Mummy, vou told me nevei to go
to sleep till I'd made peace with m>
enemies; so I’ve come down to for
give you and daddy for being so rude
to me at dinner to-night.”
When the Czar of Russia proposed
a. disarmament of the nations, the
over alert Mr Stead wrote to Mark
Twain for his opinion on the pro
posal. Ho got it:
"Dear Mr, Stead The Czar is ready
to disarm. 1 am ready to disarm.
(Tilled 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?"
"When he .starts to dictate she
takes him down.”
They Certainly Do!
ige and have
been going with a man 15 years
my senior for over three years.
1 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 cl if -
b rent religion. Z. E.
You made a grave mistake vvh n
you left home on his account, which
you must rectify by returning home
it t once.
He is 3S; he has known you three
v at s; he says he doesn’t care to mar-
, ry now. It seems to me he doesn t
1 care to ever marry you, and that you
i are sacrificing yourself in vain.
TIME WILL TELL.
D ear miss Fairfax:
I met a young gentleman
some time ago. whom I seem to
care for very much. Now, this
gentleman calls at my home and
also takes me out. but 1 do not
know whether he cares for me or
not. How could I find out?
ANXIOUS.
Whv try to force matters? Let the
man tell his love in his own time
and way. and in the meantime find
some assurance that he is- learning to
love >ou in his devotion to you.
Gabe Why do they say that the
ghost walks on payday?
Steve -Because that’s the day our
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Intringe and Love
Copyright. 1918, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play "Within the Law" is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novellzatlon 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”
all
in
languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
T()-I)AV S IXSTALLMENT.
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 was muted by
/'ratified ambition. Her thoughts just
then were far from the miseries of
the past, with their evil train of con
sequences in the present. Hut 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. he 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 ftiilcally elegant air.
"Has she a card?” she inquired
haughtily, while the maid tittered ap
preciation.
"No.” was the answer. "Hut she
says it’s important. I guess the poor
things 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 forgers 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 nervous dismay.
"Really. I am sorry.” Aggie replied,
primly, "but 1 am only her cousin.
Miss Agnes Lynch. But Miss Turner
is likely to be back any minute now.”
"Can I wait?” came the timid ques
tion.
"Certainly.” Aggie answered, hos
pitably. "Please sit down."
As the girl obediently sank down cm
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, what do you want to see
Teacher—When did Charles l make*
his greatest mistake”
Bright Scholar—The time lie h».s
his head.
Facts in Nature
Jack's Frant Doorbell.
He'd Stick to It
Raker—I was out it. Blakeley's mo
tor last week. He has everything in
it. even a pedometer.
Rtrker You mean speedometer.:
old man. A pedometer - is an instru
ment for measuring ho a far vou j
walk.
Baker Ai right; I’ll stick to pe-j
dometer. '
Items of Interest
'Cucumbers were introduced into
England from Holland four centuries
Rice forms th» principal article of
fond of about a third of me human
race.
The proudest d»
life had dawned,
day best, he too
to visit his sailor son.
And, although the train journey wa*
his first, its excitements t*aled before
the vision of the huge floating sailors'
homes he saw in the harbor.
Timidly he approached the side of the
gigantic waterway leviathan which ha*
his son on board, and, as he took hob
of the hanging ropes to assist himsG
on deck, he was more than surprised t*
hear a dreadful clanging of hells.
This clamor was merely
of eight bells to denote ih
but old Farmer Giles, sec
in the distance, waddled i
ed him, remarking apolog
"Good-day. sir’ I've co
didn't meun to riug so 1
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--Ssnv .. . ; !,w*v t ■ .j. flaqa—igas.
sat bent until her 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. "Wait 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.”
ing.”
Mary regarded the afflicted crea
ture wdth that sympathy born 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 whil* Hive 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, 1 will!” she declared. She
went to the girl and helped her to
stand up. "We’ll fix you out all right,”
she said, comfortingly. “Come along
with 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.” Aggie explained.
"1 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.
"1 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 want 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, "I’m whipped.”
Mary’s manner changed on the in
stant. She spoke cheerfully for the
first time.
"Well, then.” she questioned, “how
would you like to work with us?”
The girl looked for a second with
another of her fleeting, stealthy
glanced.
"You—you mean that ?’*
Mary explained her intention in the
matter very explicitly. Her voice
grew’ boastful.
"Our kiAd of work pays well when
you know how. Ix>ok 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.
SNAP SHOTS
By LILLIAN LAUFFERTY.
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 w’hisper.
"She once helped a girl friend of
mine, and 1 thought—I thought——”
"You thought she might help you,”
Garson interrupted.
But Aggie, 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.
Game 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 ms one
stricken physically.
"Mary Turner! Oh. my God! I—”
She hid her face within her arms and
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