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W HEN Jennie's friend, the motherly boarding house keeper, came in to call her the next morning she sat down on the edge of Jennie’s little white bed and took hold of the girl’s hand—for she knew' that some thing was on Jennie’s mind, and all was not quite right. Jennie, however, assured her that everything was fine and dandy and that she was only tired the night before. But they have a way of knowing when all is not quite right with children, and it hur* her the way Jennie acted— for never before had she failed to confide all her little troubles and secrets to her. Jennie ate a hurried breakfast and felt all through it as if she were choking and was Impatient to be out of the house. On the way to work In the stupid old street car she couldn’t help but think how dull and sordid it seemed after the ’’taxi” the night before. Another thing bothered her al so, that she had forgotten in the excitement of the night before- what about Tom? Tom. whom it seemed she had ALWAYS known. Tom, whom the other girls al ways referred to as Jennie’s “steady.” What would HE say when he saw her with THE MAN. Huh! “she should worry” about Tom—guess she could put him in his place, and besides, what busi ness was it of his? Tom never took her to a swell restaurant like she was in last night or took her home in a “taxi.” Poor! Tom didn't make much money even if he did work hard. THE MAN had asked her to ring him up, and she decided she would do so that very day at lunch time. That morning at the office she heard two of the other girls talking girls that always seemed to have good clothes and were*: always talking about the good times they had. It never occurred to Jennie be fore where or how they GOT the good clothes or the good times they had. She knew they were each making $7 a week, while Jennie, who was a faster stenog rapher and paid more attention to her work, got a week. Still she couldn’t afford to dress the way they did. and they didn't live at home either. This Jen nie wondered about all that morning 'til lunch time when she hurried out to a public phone and rang .up THE MAN. That being Saturday and wouldn’t she go for an auto ride with him the next day. They would start early Sunday morning and go way. ’way out in the country and stop at some little inn for a dandy chicken dinner. She was to make- some excuse at home and not tell her friend, the boarding house keeper where she was going but to meet him several blocks from her house- and they would Just have LOTS of fun. Indeed she VVOl’LD meet him and she could say she was going out to spend the day with Tom. Jennie was so excited she could hardly wait for the next morning, and. just think! an AUTO ride in the country. Ah. wasn’t it a dandy old world after all, and lots more fun than going down to the beach or walk ing in the old pokey park with Tom. HAL <*« fKFMAN. tTo Continued.) Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F KIRK. t "T t KN we caim to this little town \/\/ ware Pa is fishing he toald Ma * * that it was different from other small towns. The peepul here are as broad as the peepul that live in a city, sed Pa. and you will find none of the petty gossip ft skandal that is so common in other small placep. I doant know, sed Ma, you will have to show me. There Is gossip & skandal eeven In Atlanta, but in a small place, at leeste in any of the small places I have ewer been in, thare is sure to be a good deal of talk. But this is a different kind of town, sed Pa. You wait & see. So we waited & saw. The first thing after dinner last nile two married ladies caim to call on Ma. Pa & me was there, too. We dident want to stay, but we had to be polite. You have a nice little village here, sed Ma to the two ladles. One of them was Missus Jenkins ft the other was naimed Missus Jones. Oh, we do git so tired of it, sed Missus Jenkins. Thare are so few of our kind of peepul here that we always like to meet peepul of reefinement. Moaat of the peepul here are so common, ain't thay, Missus Jones? He Drank. Hevings, yes. sed Missus Jones. The only other peepul here besides Missus Jenkins and myself Is the Browns, ft Mister Brown drinks appeljack. I can’t say that 1 blame him much, sed Missus Jenkins, heekaus his wife powders her face ft is all the time nag ging at him. She goes to New York pritty olTen. too. I wuddent think so much of it if her husband went with her. but she goes alone. That isent very reemarkahle, is it? sod Ma. I dare say she goes there to shop. That's what she says, sed Missus Jenkins, hut we think what we please up here. Besides, it seems like she puts on an awful lot of airs going to the city to shop. If her husband paid his hills here it would look a whole lot better, wuddent it. Missus Jones. Yes, Indeed, sed Missus Jones. Don’t you think so yourself? she asked Ma. I am sure I am not interested, sed Ma. She was boeginning to act kind of cool, the way. she acts sumtimes at brekfast tiie morning after Pa has went to the Elks. Pa looked kind of cheep, too. after the way he had talked about tht peepul in this little town beeing so broad. Doant you think this lady's son looks like Harry Baker? Missus Jenkins asked Missus Jones. More Scandal. lie is better looking than Missus Baker’s boy, sed Missus Jones & I can see he has been fetched up different. Harry Baker newer had no fetching up to speak of He won all my boy's mar bles playing that awful gaim of “keeps” last week, hut I can’t blame him for wanting to gamble. Mister Baker, his father, plays poker and they say he cheats. Then Me. got busy. She waited till Pa ha<l left the room & she sed Ladles, pity me. The reason my husband left the room is beekaus he doesn’t pay his bills and he drinks three quarts of whis ky a day ft. he plays poker so much that he is beeglnning to git a curled mustache like the King of Clubs. He beats me, too, said Ma. He does? exclaimed the two ladles. Me certainly does, doesent he, Bob bie? Almost every nite wen he cums hoara, I sed, & he heats me, too. The village ladies dident stay long after that. Not I aikative Lady Dorothy Nevill in her "rem iniscences” has told, a story of the third Duke of Devonshire and his brother, Lord Cavendish. Both were very silent men. Stop ping once at an inn in Germany they were told that they could be accom modated only with a chamber con taining three beds, one of which was occupied. They made no reply, but quietly retired to the apartment. Peeling some little curiosity about the third bed, however, each took a momentary peep through the cur tains. They then immediately got into their own beds and slept soundly. Next morning, after they had breakfasted and paid their bill, the duke sajd to his brother: "George, did you see the dead body?” “Yes,” was the reply ; and they both got into their chaise and proceeded on their journey without another w r ord. by BEATRICE FAIRFAX. N INETY women gathered In the garden of the old Schwab es tate adjoining the Hall of Fame the other afternoon to receive the first instruction of the spring garden course by Henry Griscom Par sons. director of Department School Gardens. New York University. Of the ninety women only two were prepared to do practical gardening, as there were only two women who had brought their aprons. The women wore tight skirts, high-heeled shoos ‘and white kid gloves, and when given seeds found they could not kneel down or bend low to plant them, as their ' skirts were too narrow-. When they tried to bend as low- as their skirts and corsets permitted they could not obtain sound footing with their high- heeled shoes. They took off their kid gloves, dis closing hands that were burdened with rings, and were as helpless be fore the simple little task before them as if they had been so many babies. They had not dressed suitably for the occasion. Do any of my sex these mad days make any pretense of dressing to suit the occasion? To Regulate Dresses. A Chicago alderman has introduced an ordinance to regulate the dresses worn by women on the streets, solely on moral grounds. The costliness qf the attire, its unfitness so far as serv ice and endurance are concerned, he waives. He considers only the moral aspect of the dresses, garments so vulgar in conception and suggestion as to cause some explanation for the calling of a vice commission. The girl qii her way to her work behind a counter, or bending over a typewriter, wears a garment as near a duplicate as her purse will permit of the garment worn by some woman of wealth and fashion who rides in her automobile to a pink tea. The business woman’s dress is as low in the neck, her heels are as high, her pumps as low. her stockings as thin. There is no element of vulgarity which tlie woman of wealth intro duces in her attire that is not aped by her sister with the flatter purse. The blame lies not with the girl on her way to work, but with the woman of wealth and leisure. The eighty-eight women who gath ered to learn gardening In matinee clothes were women of wealth and high social standing, women who arc supposedly intelligent, yet they wore ns silly, and with less excuse, as the .'.working girl who wears a dress on the street that should not be worn outside one’s home, and then when women only are present. Not So Divine. The "female form divine" is not so divine as the silly women think. Few arms are just plump and shapely Enough to look well bared from the y hand to the elbow. Not one neck in five hundred would cause an artist in search of a model to take a second look. Feet and ankles and the display many women make above them are suggestive more often of vulgarity than of beauty. The woman who dresses modestly is credited with charms she may or may ot possess, but the woman who resses immodestly proves by the ex- ihits made that she does not possess .hem, • That is immodest” restrains no one in these days of fashionable indecen cy. "Your neck is scrawny.” "You have an ugly arm,” "You are flat- footed and your ankles are thick may -erve ns more effective weapons :n the war that must be waged against the foolish of my sex. \n appeal to decency and modesty having failed, the'same results may i.e obtained by appealing to vanity. Household Suggestions T TGLY cracks in furniture may be eas- U ily filled in with beeswax, so that the marks will hardly show. Slightly soften the beeswax until it becomes pli able; then press it firmly into the cracks and smooth the surface over with a thin knife. Sandpaper the surround ing wood, and work some dust into the beeswax. This gives a finish to the wood, and when it is varnished the . racks will have disappeared. If your skirt has got splashed with rind'hang it before a fire-but not loo dose—so that the mud may dry quickly. When dry the mud spots should be loosened by rubbing with the edge of a penny, and the dust should be gently brushed off with a brush of moderate firmness. If after this brushing the mud marks are still visible sponge the spots with alcohol or methylated spirit. " To remove smoke marks from ceilings mix a thick paste of starch and water, and with a clean flannel spread it over the mark. Allow it to get thoroughly dry, then brush off with a soft brush and the marks will have disappeared. Before sweeping the carpets take an old round tin. pierce holes in the bottom Kiul fill with common salt. Sprinkle this over the carpet. It. prevents the dust from rising, brightens the colors and prevents moths. To prevent an oven from smelling when cooking a joint, clean it out thor oughly once a month with white chalk. ,11 will take all smell away and It will ”.r an enameled oven. CVCURSIONS A j/ \ Personally conducted tour July 19, August 16. Canada, Great Lakes, Atlantic oesan, Eastern cities. Intensely Interesting Features. Low rates. Write for book let, maps, etc. J. F. McFarland, Box 1624, Atlanta, Ga. By LILLIAN LAUFERTY. upon ;i time II Chrystal Herne, in time,” began the most approved fashion of our be loved fairy tales, "I saw real beauty —so I know what it is. It is a spirit, the spirit that flares up within and lights the face. Spirit makes a plain face lovely, and without it perfect features are not beautiful.” It was between the acts of the star revival of our good old friend. “Ari- ' zona,” at the Lyric Theater, in New York, and I had been admitted to that fascinating realm behind “the old j 9tage door.” “Won't you tell me about that ‘once upon a time' wherr you saw real beauty?” I asked. Miss Herne has wonderful gray eyes—deep, tender, and set in the wide oval of a face so delicately love ly that not half its beauty can be guessed across the barrier of the foot lights. A brooding mist came over those eyes and into her soft voice. “It was my father’s face.” she 'said ' gently. “I was a very young girl, and we were cruising about Peconlc Bav in our little yawl, when a storm cap sized us. I thought that cold gray water was going to hold me forever— j but suddenly my father’s face came j between me and horror. He had j righted the boat somehow, and he got me into it. And the wonderful light shining in his face as he saved m" was beauty. Yet, except for his rare ly fine expression, my father was not j a handsome man. “That was absolute beauty. It ga /e j me an ideal: Live on a high, fin- plane; be so splendid that spirit will I illuminate your face.” The spirit of her own fineness—her high ambitions -always shines back of Chrystal Herne’s flower-like love- ; liness. But as she spoke, her love ' and veneration made her beauty one j of the most exquisite things I have ever seen. Wants To Be Fat! “Now. you want the work-a-dav. practical ideals of beauty, don't you?” she asked. "My first one is fat! I can’t see any beauty in bones and angles. I ha''e struggled and struggled to get fat!” Think of that, you who bant and swallqw unpleasant doses, and im merse yourselves in baths of salts, so that the curves and grace may disap pear and the cubist angles an* squares betray your bony structure. “Well, i can’t get fat. I have found out the hopelessness of that ambi tion.” went on Miss Herne in a prac tical tone, “so I do the next best thing—I make the best of what I am. 1 find the*styles 1 ran wear: T find a dressmaker who understands me and will help me develop my own type, in stead of a few pet theories of her own. “I arrange my hair to frame my face, instead of straining it into, the latest cry in unbecominfcnoss." “Of course, you learn by acting how to accent beauty i«> bring out points,” 1 remarked. "Yes. indeed, you learn to empha size natural beauty to bring out hid den loveliness, and, best of all, not o overemphasize, not to be conspicuous —just to be r>;;rt of the picture. “Now. I truly admire the chic type the girl who is trim and smart, whose clothes fit smoothly and whose hats are set at lit* sharp, fashionable angle. But I can not be that type at all; 1 can not imitate her to ad vantage. so I am not silly enough to try. If drapery and droop ing lines suit you, wear them, I say- only adapt them to the styles of the times, so you won’t be different enough to be noticeable.” Mii-s Chrystal Herne’s Beautiful Profile. pathize with the women who long for jt. because to be absolutely beautiful is a supreme gift. There is only one thing I long for more, and that is to be a great actress-—to express beauty by the art of the drama." And beauty as Chrystal Herne vis ions it will illuminate the “text of a face,” and the text of life as well. Advice to the Lovelorn Bv BEATRICE FAIRFAX. True Beauty. “You disapprov clothes?” I asked. "Of conspicuous clothes- and faces,” replied Miss Herne. “I do so long to see more pretty girls not pretty ar rangements and blendings of paint and powder, but girls who are nat- B.RING i OUR Films to us and we will d evelop them free. We are film specialists and give you perfect results and quick delivery. Mail ..s negative for tree sample print Enlargements made Hr>d colored. Pictures framed Chemicals Camera . 53.00 to SS5.00 f resh films to fit any camera—guaranteed not to stick a • iue for catalogue. Quick mall order service, E. H. CONE, Inc., “A Good Drug Store”—(Two S*orc9^—Atlanta GO, BY ALL MEANS. ry K A it MISS FA 1H FAX: 1 expect to go to a dance ac companied by a young man with whom 1 have quite an understand ing. This young man does not dance. Will it be proper for me to dance with other young men, or would you deem it advisable for us not to go to this dance at all? Iv K. E. The voting man is taking you for your pleasure, and knows that means you will want to dance. If his experience as a wallflower proves distasteful to him he will not repeat ii Could you not persuade him to learn to dance? I am afraid this difference, in your qhoice of enter tainment may otherwise make trouble. LET IT DROP. TAKAR MISS FAIRFAX: i am eighteen and have been keeping company with a man four years my senior, I^ast week I was out of town for a few days, and the evening I returned a girl friend asked me to go to a dance. My friend was there and escorted an other girl home, but did not take her to this dance. Should 1 ask for an explanation, or should 1 let the matter drop unnoticed? K. R. You were out of fown. and he did not know you would he at the dame. This is sufficient excuse for him if lie needs one. but 1 don’t think he does You aro riot engaged and he is not hound to you by any promise. i i• LL HIM YOU HAVE NONE. TAEAR MISS FAIRFAX: * / I am a rich young girl eighteen years old and am deeply in love with a young man one year my senior. I am alone in the world with no mother to guide me. He has asked me to marry him. but I do not know if he wants me for love of me alone.or for money. How can T find out? » MARGARET. "All’s fair in love and war,” and you might try the plan worn thread- hare in fiction by telling him you have lost your money. But a better plan would be to refuse him. He is only nineteen, and a hoy of that age is too young to love se riously. 1 LOSE NO TIME MAKING UP. T~\ EAR MISS FAIRFAX: * I have been keeping company with a girl for one year. We had a quarrel over some simple thing and she got angry. I love her. Tell me what to do. J. W. 8. Go to her and tell her you are sorry. You may not feel that you arc in the wrong, hut that makes no difference. Unless you are willing to humiliate yourself, you care more for self than for her. D‘ CERTAINLY. EAR MISS FAIRFAX: is it proper for a young lady to ask a gentleman to call when he has hinted at it, or wait until he posi- 1 tively asks to call? M A DELON. She l as the privilege of asking a man to cajl on her. and a hint between I friends shuufd be unnecessary. Copyright. 191*. by the H. K. Fly Com pany. The piay “Within the Law" Is copyrighted by Mr. Velller and this novelizatlon of it Is published by his permission. The American Play Com pany Is the sole proprietor of the ex clusive rights or the representation and performance of “Within the Law” in till languages. By MARVIN DANA from the Play by BAYARD VEILLER. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Garson. with the keen perspicacity that had made him a successful crim inal without a single^ conviction to mar his record, had seized the im plication in her statement, and now put It in words. “Then, you won't leave us? We’re going on as we were before?” Tn© hint of dejection in his manner had vanished. "And you won’t live with him?” “Live with him?” Mary exclaimed emphatically. "Certainly not!” Aggie's neatly rounded jaw drowned in a gape of surprise tha*. was most unladylike. "You are going to live on In this joint w ith us?" she questioned, j aghast. “Of course.” The reply was given with the utmost of certainty. But the confident tone brought no re sponse of agreement from Mary. On the ontrary, her voice was. if anything, even colder as she replied to his sugges tion. She spoke w’ith an emphasis that brooked no evasion, “What was your promise? I told you that I wouldn’t go with you until you j had brought your father to me, and he had wished us happiness.'' Dick placed his hands gently on his wile's shoul ders and regarded her with a touch of indignation in his gaze “Mary.” he said reproachfully, “you are not going to hold me to that prom ise?” The answer was given with a decis iveness that admitted of no question, and there was a hardness on her face that emphasized the words “1 am going to hold you to that prom ise. Dick.” For a few seconds the young man stared at her with troubled eyes. Then he moved impatiently and dropped hla hands from her shoulders. But his usu al cheery smile came again, and he shrugged resignedly. "All right, Mrs. Gilder.” he said gay- ly. The sound of the name provoked him to new pleasure. “Sounds fine, doesn’t it?” he demanded with an uxo rious air. “Yes,” Mary said, but there was no enthusiasm in her tone. The husband went on speaking with no apparent heed of hla wife’s Indif ference. Mary Answered Quickly. "You pack up w’hat things you need girlie,” he directed. “Just a few—be cause they sell clothes in Paris. And they are some class, believe me! And meantime. I’ll run down to dad's office and have him back here in Half an hour. You will be all ready, won’t you?” Mary answered quickly, with a little catching of her breath, but. still coldly. “Yes, yes, I’ll he ready. Go and bring your father.” “You bet I will,’’ Dick cried heartily. He would have taken "her In his arms again, but she evaded the caress. “What’s the matter?” he demanded, plainly at a loss to understand this re pulse. “Nothing." was the ambiguous an swer. “Just one!" Dick pleaded. “No,” the bride replied, and there was determination in the monosyllable. It was evident that Dick perceived the futility of argument. “For a married woman you certainly are shy," he replied, with a sly glance* toward Aggie, who beamed hack sym pathy. “You’ll excuse me, won’t you, Miss. Lynch ? • • * Good-bye, Mrs. Gil der.” He made a formal bow to his wife. As he hurried to the door he ex pressed again his admiration for the name. “Mrs. Gilder! Doesn’t that sound immense?” And with that he was gone. There was silence 1n the drawing room until the two women heard the closing of the outer door of the apartment. Then at last Aggie relieved her pentup emotions in a huge sigh that was near a groan. "Oh. Gawd!” she gasped. “The poor simp!” CHAPTER XIII. The Advent of Griggs. letter on Garson, learning from the maid that Dick’Gilder had left, returned just as Mary was glancing over the re lease with which General Hastings was to he compensated along with the re turn of his letters for his payment of $10,000 to Miss Agnes Lynch. “Hello. Joe.” Mary said graciously as the forger entered Then she spoke crisply to Agnes. “And now you must get ready. You are he at Harris office with this document at 4 o'clock -and remember that you are to let the lawyer manage everything Aggie twisted her doll-like face into a grimace. "It gets my angora that i’ll have to miss Pa Gilder’s being led like a lamb to the' slaughter house.” And that was the nearest the little adventuress ever came to making a Biblical quotation. “Anyhow," she protested, “I don’t see the use of all this monkey business here. All I want is the coin." But she hurried obediently, nevertheless, to get ready for the start. Garson regarded Mary quizzically. “It’s lucky for her that she met you,” he said. “She’s got no more brains than a gnat.” "And brains are mighty useful things, even in our business,” Mary replied seriously: “particularly in our business.” “I should say they were.” Garson agreed. “You have proved that.” Aggie came back, puting on her gloves and cocking her small head very prim ly under the enormous hat that was garnished with costliest plumes. It was thus that she consoled herself in a measure for the business of the occasion in lieu of cracked ice from Tiffany's at one hundred-and fifty a carat. Mary gave over the release, and Aggie, still grumbling, deposited it in her handbag To Be Continued Monday,