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I. Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women Sprightly Bessie Clayton Tells How Scientific Dancing Can Benefit Them By MABEL HERBERT URNER \HKRE'S the hand!" 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 a* 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 pat roll ng the street to keep hack the crowd on the curbing. The great avenue was swept clear. First came the horseback brigade, sixteen 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 w'ell—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. I 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 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 hated 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: "30.000 Women Will March To-day. 36 Bands in Procession. Parade Forms at Washington Square at 3 O'clock. Pine of March Up Fifth Ave. to ” Look, you’re missing this." inter rupted Mrs. Stevens, as a great square canvas lettered, "Votes for Women, Victory 1915,’’ was carried fiat by half a dozen 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 hand followed playing the French battle hymn—"The Marseilles ' Then came ii company In swinging step to the music, carryinK many banners. •Oh why don't they all wear white.”' asked Helen. "They'd look s.. much better In a regulation white uniform.’' What's doing?" come nut of his private office, and was now looking over their shoulders. •■Oh. Fred, you’re missing it ALL, rs Mrs. Stevens moved over for him to ►it down beside her. •Can’t come now. Hot to get off pome letters, but I’ll be with you when Curtis gets here." Helen glanced at the clock. Warren had promised to come up about 5 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 W’arren stalked in Helen greeted him joy fully. "Oh, dear. I'm so glad! I want you to see it—it’s well worth while!’’ "Not much doing Saturday after noon. so I thought I might as well knock off. How do the damsels look?" seating himself on the win dow-sill beside Helen. "Those I saw coming up seemed pretty well sea soned.” Were too high up to see their fares.” 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 light." "Now. denr, you’re NOT to say hor rid things*.” reproved Helen. "It really is a very wonderful parade You can’t help but 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. "She waddles French heels, too! (’an you beat $t?” Dear. I 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, but that doesn't affect the cause they're marching for.’’ "Thirty thousand!” Warren’s tone w as skeptical. “1*11 wager there won’t be ten And why don’t they have more bands? That’s the only part of assy parade that’s worth while. Ah, here we have the real thing!" A band had burst into a lively air just as It came in sight. Treading 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 see him scurry after it." But the drum major gradually flourished and tossed his baton with out mishap, and Warren’s desire to sec his dignity upset was not grat ified. "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 whs jammed with stalled traffic. But no one seemed to mind the delay. People were stand After Shaving R-FLOAT Talcum re moves the shiny redness and gives that smooth natural, wholesome effect that men covet. TALCUM PUFF CO. M tneraand Manufacturer* BusH Ttrfnlnal Building Brooklyn, N. Y. ing up in their cars, and some ha 1 climbed on the limousine tops and were waving at the parader* "There’s a sensible fellow.” Warn u was looking down at the driver of a huge beer truck, who had gone com fortably to sleep on his seat. "Oh, here are more college girls." Helen leaned forward eagerly. "There’s Vassar and Byrn Mawr,” .is the breeze blew the flags so they could read them. "l>on’t the'- march well?" "Here comes the Sutherland Sis ters,” scoffed Warren, as a group >f young women, dressed ns 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*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 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. "I^ook 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, denr. 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‘- ting converted to the cause? Thought you were an anti?” "You know I was never that,” in dignantly. "I was simply neutral. 1 didn’t know anything about it—and 1 don’t know very much now. But ther are enough fine, earnest women in this parade to make me feel that J should know more." "The first symptoms," groaned War run; "you'll huve it bad Suppose I’ll soon be hearing of nothing but meet ings. unions and the ’cause.' Let’s *fo home and tie a ‘Votes for Women’ on Pussy Purr-mew.” But this sally Helen treated with the lofty silence It deserved. ‘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 they 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. 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 marchers. "Well, they’re in earnest*—-and they’ll get what they want.” was the very audible comment of one man. Warren made a grimace, hut ns Helfn was crowded against him in the elevator she w'hispered enthusias tically: "And I hope they’ll get It VERY SOON’" -u By LILIAN LAUFERTY. A'" S you lazy? the dancer. « Bessie says most Clayton, Ameri- ran \vc >men are, and tliat is why w e still import our supreme success' es In s o many fields of artls- tic end' eavor. “Sure ■ess in doing your wo •rk or in merely being prop erly hea Ithy or alluringly lovf *ly de mands < “onKant, A AT 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 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 weeks-' during which I danced with Madam 0 Sarah Bernhardt in Paris She will never get old because she Is so dauntless; maybe you think she has a right to sit bark now and think about ail she has done. No sitting back for her—she is going right on. That i8 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 ran take all the steps to beauty just because we hap pen to want to, hut I guess any one who is not lazy can manage to take 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 with a weak sul phurous acid solution tinder 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 thM we have a valuable feeding stuff for horses, cattle and sheep. Draught horses, in whose daily ra tion four pounds of "saoohulose-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, while a colt, which was In so weak a condition that veterinary surgeons advised Its destruction, put on 250 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— for example, in the manufacture of explosives, of margarine, of synthetic rubber, and. In virtue of its charac teristics as a non-conductor of heat, as packing for refrigerators, incuba Which? After the third addition to the fam ily it became necessary to secure the 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 food? Can you sew and mend? Do you mind sitting up late at night? Are you faithful and de voted. and have you a kind, loving disposition? Will you—” "Excuse me. ma’am; am I to take care of the baby or your husband?” replied the girl. m | WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love “Dancing gives a firm body and a clear white skin.” one step. After that they come right along pretty naturally.” "You sound like an athlete in train ing,” 1 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. "IViat 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 for, even at a little sacrifice of food and drhtk and any pleasure that even verges on dissipation?” They are. indeed, for Miss Clayton's smooth white dimpled wrist, and the Arm 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 because you consider them Injurious? It can't he that with all your violent exercise in dancing you 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 railed the Amer ican Genre—what do you think of the title?" I ventured Into these new fields of questioning boldly. "My dancing." said the earnest womiin 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 is any prettier for trying to look like some one else. And my dancing must be mine—and Amer ican. "And tf you like a clear skin and bright eves, and Arm healthv flesh better than you do goodies and dissi pation and laziness, you can have them 1 really know more about dancing steps than steps to beauty, you see. But I think the road to suc cess in ambition, whether it 1s to be a pretty picture or a moving picture, is to work." Miss Clayton laughed infectiously, and 1 decided that her sign-posts to success were well worth noting. “Dancing is not just a gentle • art; it is athletics, too.” Up-to-Date Jokes TalcumPom/er 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 I walk. j Baker—A1 right; I’ll stick to pe dometer. Items of Interest Cucumbers were introduced into • England from Holland four centuries ; ago. | Rice forms the principal artii e of j food of about a third of the human ' race. 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, he crept downstairs, a tearful little white-robed figure, and, going into the library, said to his mother: “Mummy, you told me never to go to sleep till I’d made peace with my 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 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. I 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?” "When he starts to dictate she takes him down.” Teacher—When did Charles I make his greatest mistake? Bright Scholar—The time he lost his head. * ‘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 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 whm you left home on his account, which you must rectify by returning horn-? at once. He is 38; he has known you three years; he says he doesn’t care to mar ry now. It seems to me he doesn t care to ever marry you, and that you are sacrificing yourself in vain. TIME WILL TELL. D ear miss Fairfax: I 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 or not. How could I find out? ANXIOUS. Why 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 you in his devotion to you. They Certainly Do! Gabe—Why do they say that the ghost walks on payday? Steve—Because that’s the day our spirits rise. 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 by BAYARD VEILLER. TO 1 )AY S I N'STAELM ENT. 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 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 he 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 flnically elegant air. "Has she a card?” she inquired haughtily, while the maid tittered ap preciation. "No," was the answer. J'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, pnd 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 left 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 nervous dismay. "Really, I 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 I wait?’’ came the timid ques tion. "Certainly," Aggie answered, hos pitably. “Please sit down.” As the girl obediently 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, what do you want to see her about?” Ag-gie .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—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. I mean.” She hastily corrected the lapse into underworld slang. Cache 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. m A gasp burst from the white lips of the girl, and she cowered as one stricken physically. "Mary Turner! Oh, my God! I-r-” She hid her face within her arms and 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 «motions. 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 r 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 regarded the afflicted crea ture with 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 while Have her drink the egg arid milk slowly, and then lie down for a few minutes any how." Aggie obeyed with air of bus tling activity. “Sure, I will!” she declared. She went to the girl and helped her to stand up. “Weil fix you out all right,” she said, comfortingly. "Come along with me. * * * Hungry! Gee, but that’s tough!” Half an hour afterward, while Mary w r as at her desk, giving part of her attention to Joe Garson. who sat near, and part to a rather formidable pile of 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, "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. "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 ben* 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 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. The way of a man with a maid: "You can’t argots about that because you don’t understand It.” "Explain It." “Then you’d argue about It.” ... 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