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Chrystal Herne’s Idea oj True Loveliness and llou) to Attain It.
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5 *v BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
TIXETY women gathered in the |
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gulden of the oid Schwab ■-*>
tote adjoining the Hall of
Hi'me the other afternoon to receive
the rtrs:. instruction of the spring
garden cours * by Henry Griscom Par-
'•"* ns. director of Department School
Gurdene. New York University.
Df the ninety women only two were
pr pared to do practical gardening, as
were only two women who had
their aprons. The women
wore tight skills, high-heeled shoes
and v. h te 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 of
the attire, its unfitness so far as serv
ice and endurance are concerned, he
waives. He considers only the moral
i aspect of the dresses, garments so
vulgar in conception and suggestion
as to cause some explanation for th*
calling of a vice commission.
The girl on 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 m
’he neck, her heels are as high, her
pumps as low her stockings as thin.
There is no element of vulgarity
which the 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
he*.- 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, wdmen who arc
supposedly intelligent, yet they were
as 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 nbt so
divine as the silly women think. Few
aims are just plumy. and shapely
enough to look well bared from the.
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
susgesiive more often of vulgarity
than of beauty.
The woman who dresses modestly is
i redited with charms she may or may
ot possess, but the woman who
!, sees immodestly proves by the e.\-
ibits made that she does not possess
ihem.
"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" mu?
tim . as 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
be obtained by appealing to vanity.
Household Suggestions
T TGL.Y cracks in furniture may be eas-
U jiy 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
eracks 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
cracks will have disappeared.
If your skirt has got splashed with
mud hang it before a fire—but not too
close—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 tile marks will have disappeared.
Before sweeping the carpets take an
old round tin. pierce holes in the bottom
and fill with common salt. Sprinkle this
over ihe carpet. It prevents the dust
from rising, brightens the cobirs and
prevents moths.
To prevent an oven from smelling
when cooking a joint, clean it out thor
oughly once a month with white chalk.
It will take all smell away and it will
. att enameled oven.
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Bv LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
^ NCE upon a time.” began
II Chrystal Herne, in the most
approved fashion of our bp
loved fairy tales, ”1 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 aid
stage door."
"Won’t you tell me about that ‘.once
upon a time’ when 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 he
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 Bay
in our little yawl, when a storm cap
sized us. I thought that cold gray
water was going to hold me forever—
but suddenly my father’s face came
between me and horror. He had
righted the boat somehow, and he got
me into it. And the wonderful light
shining in his face as he saved me
was beauty. Yet, except for his rare
ly fine expression, my father was not
a handsome man.
"That was absolute beauty. It ga e
me an ideal: Live on a high, fin* 1
plane; be so splendid that spirit will
illuminate your face." .
The spirit of her own fineness—h*»r
high ambitions-—always shines back
of Ohrystal Herne’s flower-like love
liness. But as she spoke, her love
and veneration made her beauty one
of the most exquisite things I have
ever seen.
Wants To Be Fat!
"Now. you want the work-a-day,
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
swallow unpleasant doses, and im-
Miss Chrystal Herne s Beautiful Profile.
urally sweet and pretty. To chal
lenge attention in face or clothes is
not my ideal of attractiveness, but to
be so fine and dainty that you hold
attention; to have such a spirit illu
minating the text of your face that
the eye returns lovingly to your rest-
merse yourselves in baths of salts, so fll ) ,. harm that js |, P beautiful.
that the curves and grace may disap
pear and the cubist angles an -1
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.
I find the styles I can wear; I find a
dressmaker who understands me and
will help me develop my ow n 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 unbecomingness.’’
"Of course, you learn by acting how
to accent beauty—to bring out
points.” I 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 he conspicuous
—just to be part of the picture.
"Now. I truly admire the ( hie type
—the girl who is trim and smart,
whose clothes fit smoothly and whose
hats are set at. the sharp, fashionable
angle. But I ('an not be that type
at all; I can not imitate her to ad
vantage. so 1 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 he different
enough to he noticeable."
"And I do love beauty. 1 can sym
pathize with the women who long for
it, 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 Ihe drama.” v
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
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
True Beauty.
rmspicuous
"You disapprove o
clothes?” I asked.
"()f conspicuous clothes and faces."
replied Miss Herne. ”1 do so long to
see more pretty girls—not pretty ar
rangements and blendings of paint
and powder, but girls who are nat
GO. BY ALL MEANS.
TVKAH MISS FAIRFAX:
I expecj to go to a dance ac
companied by a young man with
whom I 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?
E. K. E.
The young man is taking you for your
pleasure, and jenows that means you
will want to dance.
If his experience as a wellflower
proves distasteful to him hjp will not
repeat it. Could you not persuade
him to learn to dance? 1 am afraid
this difference in your choice of enter
tainment may otherwise make trouble.
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LET IT DROP.
EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
am eighteen and have been
keeping company with a man four
years my senior. Last 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, hut did not take
her t<> this dance. Should I ask for
an explanation, or should I >et the
matter drop unnoticed? B. B.
You were out <>f town, ahd he did
r,«*t know you would he at the dance.
This is sufficient excuse for him if he
needs one, hut 1 don't think he does.
You are not engaged and he is not
hound to you by any promise.
TELL HIM YOU HAVE NONE.
T \ EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 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 ine alone or for money . How
can I find out?
MARGARET.
"All's fair in love and war." and
you might try the plan worn thread
bare in fiction by telling him you have
lost y our money.
But a better plan would be to refuse
him. He is only nineteen, and a boy
of that age is too young to love se
riously.
LOSE NO TIME MAKING UP.
TAKA>1 MISS FAIRFAX:
1 ’'eon keeping company
with a girl for one year. We had a
quarrel over some simple thing and
she got angry. I love her. Tell ine
what to do. .T. W. S
Go to her and tell her you are sorry.
You tnay r.ot feel ‘hat you 'are in the
wrong, but that makes no difference.
Unless you are willing to humiliate
yourself, you care more for self than for
her.
CERTAINLY
TAKAK MISS FAIRFAX:
* * Is it proper lor a young lady to
ask a gentleman to.call when he has
hinted at it, or waft until he posi
tively asks to call?
MADEL* >N.
She ha* the privilege of asking a man
to ihH on her. and a hint between
friends should be unnecessary.
Copyright. 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com- j
pany. The play "Within the Law’’ is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelizatlon of it is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany is tlie 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 DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Ha: son. with the keen perspicacity
that had made him a successful crim
inal without a single conviction to
mar his record, had seized the im-
ulication in her statement, and now
put it in words.
"Then, you won’t leave us? We'-*
gating 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 exclaim d
emphatically. "Certainly not!"
Aggie's neatly rounded jaw dro■•*’■»* 1
in a gape of surprise thn' was tnosi
•unladylike. >
You are going to live on in ‘■his
joint with 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
contrary, her voice was. if anything, even
colder as she replied to his suggee
tion. She spoke with an emphasis that
brooked no evasion.
"What was your promise? I told you
that 1 wouldn't go with you until you
had brought your father to in#, and he
had wished us happiness." Dick placer! ,
his hands gently on his wife's shoul
ders apd 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
th^re was a hardness on her face that
emphasized the words.
"I am going to hold you to that premi
se, Dick.”
For a few seconds the young man
stared at her with troubled eyes. Then
he moved impatiently and dropped his
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 w r ent on speaking with
no apparent heed of his wife's indif
ference.
Mary Answered Quickly,
"You pack up what 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 hack 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 be ready. Go and bring
your father."
"You bet 1 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 fihis 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 back 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 in 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.
Later on Garson, learning from the
j maid that Dick Gilder had left, returned
Must as Mary was glancing over the re
lease with which General Hastings was
to be compensated along with the re-
turn of his letters for his payment of
1110,000 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 to be at Harris’
office with this document at 4 o’clock
and remember that you are tjo 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 1 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 <>ur business "
"[ should say they were." Garson
agreed. "You have proved that."
Aggie came hack, puting on her gloves
and cocking her small head very prim-
Jy 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
,n 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.
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CHAPTER IV.
rHEN 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
Heemed 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 $8 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 WOULD meet him
and she could say she was going
out to spend the day with Toni.
Jennie was so excited slie 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 COFFMAN.
IT* fa* Continued.)
Little Bobbie’s Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
t t t KN we calm to this little town
\/V/ ware I‘a is fishing he toald Ma
* * that it was different from
other small towns. Tlfe peepul here are
as broad as the peepul that live in a
city, sed Pa, and you will find none
of the petty gossip & skandal that is so
common in other small places.
I doant know, sed Ma, you will have
to show me. There is gossip Ar 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,
sod Pa. You wait Ar see. So we waited
& sa w.
The first thing after dinner last nite
two married ladles cairn to call on Ma.
Pa Ar 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 ladies. One of them was
Missus Jenkins A: the other was naimed
Missus Jones.
Oh. we do git so tired of it, sed Missus
Jenkins. Thare are so few of our kind
®f peepul here that we always like to
meet peepul of reefincment. Moast 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, &
Mister Brown drinks appeljack.
I can't say that I blame him much,
sed Missus Jenkins, beekaus his wife
powders her face & is all the time nag
ging at him. She goes to New York
prltty offen, too. 1 wuddent think so
much of it if her husband went with her.
but she goes alone.
That isent very reemarkable, is it?
sed Ma. 1 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
yn an awful lot of airs going to the city
to shop If her husband paid his bills
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 beeginning to act kind of cool,
the way she acts sumtimes at brekfast
the morning after Pa has went to the
Elks. Pa looked kind of cheep, too.
after the way he had talked about the* 1
peepul In this little town heeing so
broad.
Doant you think this lady’s son looks-
like Harry Baker? Missus Jenkins asked"
Missus Jones.
More Scandal.
He 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 gairn of "keeps" ,
last week, hut I can't blame him fpr.,
wanting to gamble. Mister Baker, his
father, plays poker and they say he"“j
cheats. I
Then Ma got busy. She waited till *
Pa had left the room Ar she sed Ladies, {
pity me. The reason my husband left j
the room, is beekaus he doesn’t pay his |
bills and he drinks three quarts of whi's'^"**
ky a day Ar he plays poker so much
that he is beeginning to git a curlecl
mustache like the King of Clubs. Ho
beats me, too, said Ma. •
He does? exclaimed the two ladies. . *
He certainly does, doesent he, Bobq,, ;
bie? ‘ j,
Almost every nite wen he cums hoam,,«-
I sed, & he beats me. too
The village ladies dident stay long
after that.
Lady Dorothy Nevil! in her "remnii 1
iniscences” has told a story of tho •
third Duke of Devonshire and bis**
brother. Lord Cavendish.
Both were very silent men. Stop
ping once at an Inn in Germany they, l
were told that they could be aceom^,,
modated only with a chamber con-***-
taining three beds, one of which was
occupied. They made no reply, bui’T
quietly retired to the apartment.
Feeling 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 h;«4—
breakfasted and paid their bill, thS"*
duke said. 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 word.