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Charming Modes of the Moment
Described by Olivette, The Georgian s Fashion Expert
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of Adventure, Inlringe and Love
SYNOPSIS.
Mary Turner, an orphan, employed
in Edward Ciilrier's department store,
is aeeused ot theft and sent to prison,
though innocem. Aggie Lynch, a
convlce friend of Mary’s at Burn*
sine, sees good "possibilities" for her
in the world of crime, f'pon Mary's
release she is continually hounded,
and In desperation throws herself Into
the North River. Joe Garson, a
forger, rescues her and Keeps her and
Aggie in luxury, though living chaste
lives. Mary becomes the leader of a
band of swindlers, robbing only the
unscrupulous and Keeping always
"within ihe law." Glider’s son Dick
meets and loves Mary, who seeks to
wreak vengeance on the tather
through the son. A girl who has been
in prison hears of Mary's charitable
disposition, calls on her and fainis
from want of nourishment. Mary
learns that she is the girl who stole
the goons for which she was con
victed. She is furious, but controls
herself and gives the girl money to go
West anti start over Aggie and Gar-
son then learn that Mary had married
young Gilder that morning. But she
says she won’t live with him. Mary
Is advised by Garson to throw up the
scheme to get back at the father
through the son, but Mary reiterates
her threat of vengeance. Dick calls
and tells Mary that he has engaged
passage on the Mauretania, which
sails the next day, but says that he
forgot to mention to his father the
fact that he married Mary. Mary
tells him that she will hold him to his
promise *to bring his father to her
and have him wish them happiness,
to which Dick agrees.
Now Go on With the Story
Copyright, 1913. by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. Tire play "Within the Law" is
tapestries worth $300,000 and a set of
Fragonard panels worth nearly as much
more were plucked from a chateau in
France and smuggled into this coun
try .''
"1 have, never heard of that." Mary
<ald with some interest.
"No," Griggs replied. "You naturally
wouldn't, for the simple reason that It's
been kept on the dead quiet."
Are them things really worth that
much?” Garson exclaimed.
"Sometimes more." Mary answered.
"Morgan has a set of Gothic tapestries
i worth half a million dollars."
Garson uttered an ejaculation of dls-
gust.
"He pays half a million dollars for a
set of mgs " There was a note of
fiercest bitterne.-s come into his voice as
he sarcastically concluded: "And they
wonder at crime!"
Griggs went on with his account.
"About a month ago the things I
was telling you of were hung in the
library of a millionaire in this city."
He hitched his chair a little closer
to the desk, and leaned forward, low
ering his voice almost to a whis
per as he stated hie plan.
"Let’s go after them They were
smuggled, mind you. and no matter
what happens, he can't squeal. What
do you say?”
Garson shot a piercing glance at
Mary.
"It's up to her," he said. Griggs
r ^garcled Mary eagerly, as she sat
with eyes downcast. Then, after a
little .nterva! had elapsed in silence,
; he spoke interrogatively:
"Well?”
Mary shook her head decisively.
Paintings That Are Amazing Europe
Why I hey Call Wilhelm Kuhnert the World s Greatest Animal Painter
copyrighted by Mr. N eil* n i* U * 118 out of our line," »he declared,
novelization of it is published by hi* Grices would have arcued the m i* I
permission. The American Play Com- ^^ " * * r 1
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex- tel *- r ,® n 1 .. 8 .t e * n Y eas * Gr " a > to
elusive rights of the representation get a half million, he said aggres-
and performance of "Within the Law" sively.
and pi
in all
languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"It seems to me we're going through a
lot of red tape," she said spitefully.
Mary, from her chair at the desk, re
garded the malcontent with a smile, but
her tone was crisp as she answered.
"Listen, Agnes. The last time you matter.”
tried to make a man give up part of
Mary, however, was unimpressed.
"If it were fifty millions* It would
make no difference. It's against the
law.”
Mary Interrupted Him.
"Oh. I know all that, of course."
Griggs returned Impatiently. ”Bu.
if you can—”
Mary interrupted him in a tone of
finality.
"My friends and I never do any
thing that’s illegal! Thank you for
coming to us. Mr. Griggs, but we can’t
go in. and there's an end of the
But wait a minute." English Ed-
his money it resulted in your going to die expostulated, “you see this chap.
prison for two years."
Aggie sniffed, as if such an extreme
were the merest bagatelle.
"But that way was so exciting," she iy
urged, not at all convinced.
Glider, ifi-
Mary's manner changed from in
difference to sudden keeji interest.
"Gilder?" she exclaimed, questloo-
"Yes. You know who he is." Griggs
"And this w ? ay is so safe," Mary re- answered: "the dry goods
joined, sharply. "Besides, my dear, you
would not get the money. My way will.
Your w r ay was blackmail; mine is not.
Understand?"
“Oh, sure." Aggie replied, grimly, on
Garson in his turn showed a new
excitement as he bent toward Mary
"Why, it’s old Gilder, the man
you—”
Mary, however, had regained her
- si eif-control. for a moment rudely
her way to the door. "It’s clear as shaken, and now her voice was tran-
By OLIVETTE.
T HE left-hand illustration
shows a gracefully-
draped evening gown in blue
brocade. The bodice and
sleeves are made of pink voile
de soie outlined in single
pearls. The corsage is form
ed of rich embroidery finished
off with a jeweled cincture.
The skirt is cut with a rather
ample train. The central fig
ure illustrates a useful walk
ing gown in blue serge with a
slightly-draped skirt; the
small rolled collar and the
entwined bands of trimming
are made of coq de roche
silk; the white collar is of
embroidered linen. A simple
morning frock is shown on
the right-hand side of the pic
ture, which is carried out in
leaf-green cachemire. The
long sleeves are cut with large
armholes, and a soft lawn
fichu and frills finish the neck
and sleeves. The deep waist
'band is a new feature.
I ^
Chemically Pure.
new candidate has announced
himself as standing for nomination
of Mayor of New York in the fol
lowing words;
"I pledge myself to throw into the
srutter a; 1 a. m. every morning all
: hose who ilo not measure up to t iy
imiaril of hypocrisy."
Vo v what are you laughing at'.'
Driven From Home
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
“M
Y father and mother have not
spoken a kind word to each
other in fourteen years on ac
count of some trouble he made by see
ing another woman. He lives in the
front of the house and she lives in the
rear, and they hold no cdmmunication
except when they want to argue or quar
rel. I have several brothers and sis
ters. and they are always quarreling
with each other. Naturally they would
be with such an example. 1 never go
home in the day, and only at nights
when the house is dark and every one
in it is asleep. It is the only way I can
insure peace for myself. There is no
such thing as love in our home, and I
can’t remember when there ever was."
This extract is from the letter of a
young man of 21 who says he is in
love with a girl of 23; they have kept
company for eight months and are to
be married in the early fall. He will not
be in position to support her for a few
years, and she will be compelled to re
tain her position downtown. This she
is willing to do. but he wants to know
if under the circumstances he will be
justified in marrying her.
Ordinarily, 1 should say No. But this
girl understands what a hell his home
has been and loves him enough to long
to use her hands and brain to make him
a new' one. He can never develop in
the home of his parents. If there is any
manhood in him it can not. grow under
such conditions, and the sooner he is
transplanted the better for him and for
the girl who loves him.
He owes no duty or gratitude or love
to his parents. He is injuring himself
every day he remains in such a home,
i and is of no benefit to them. I would
urge him to leave, though marriage were
not the alternative. How* much more
emphatically J urge it when it means a
home where love is?
Means Hard Work.
He may have to work hard: there will
be many hardships and privations for
both, out so long as they love each
other, little else counts. With love and
peace he will have a chance to grow
morally and spiritually and mentally.
The best in him wdll be developed, and
he will be more of a man at 25 in such
an environment than he would be at 40 if
he remained at home.
When a father and mother discover
they no longer love each other, a dis
covery that is made tragically often,
their first thought should be of how
this discovery will affect the lives of
their children.
If they are brave enough, strong
enough, and broad enough to go on liv
ing together io. outward peace, making
the happiness of their children a great
er consideration than their own. the
children wdll grow up loving and re
specting them, never suspecting that
the two they love more than all others
in the world do not love each other.
It is a fearful price to pay. but the
rewards are commensurate.
An Alternative.
If. on the other hand, the parents find
such conditions intolerable, divorce is
the next alternative. Better an open
rupture than to live under the same roof
and wrangle and quarrel. Better a
breaking up of the home than the farci
cal semblance' of one.
A divorce is decent, dignified and re
spectable compared with living like Kil
kenny cats. Children may love their
parents though they are not living to
gether as man and wife. They may re
spect them and undoubtedly do, but
there can be no ’respect for them when
they bicker and wrangle and dispute
and quarrel, losing in their uncontrolled
hatred for each other every mark of de
cency.
This young man can not respect his
mother or father. Cnless he leaves
home he will learn to'have no respect
for any one else and will lose all he has
for himself.
He has a chance to make an ideal
home of his own. May he take it speed
ily, and may there remain with him
only sufficient impress of the hell he is
leaving to save him from introducing
my element of it in the heaven that lies
>?fore him!
Pittsburg." With that sarcasm directed
against legal subtleties, she tripped
daintily out, an entirely ravishing vis
ion. if somewhat garish as to raiment,
and soon in the glances of admiration
that every man cast on her guileless
seeming beauty, she forgot that she had
ever been annoyed.
Garson's comment as she departed
was uttered with-his accustomed blunt
ness.
"Solid Ivory!’ .
quil again as she replied:
"I know* But. just the same. it*>
illegal, and I won’t touch it. That's:
all there is to it."
Griggs was dismayed
"But half a million!" be exclaimed,
disconsolately. "There’s a stake worth ,
playing for. Think of it!” He turned
pleadingly to Garson. "Half a mil
lion. Joe!"
The forger repeated the words with '
an inflection that was gloating
“Half a million!”
"And it's the softest thing you ever
(On Top) “A Lioness and Cubs,” (Bottom) “Lions Resting.”
T HESE pictures are of paintings by Herr Wil
helm Kuhnert, which are included among
many others by the famous animal painter that
are at present on exhibition in London. Crowds
flock every day to the galleries of the Fine Arts
Societv, there to gaze in wonder at tile studies of
animal life that have come from the brush of
Kuhnert. He was born on September 28, 1865, and -
studied at the Berlin Academy. Kuhnert s great
claim to fame, according to art experts, is that
he has not been content with caged creatures,
hut has mastered the great essential, “local at
mosphere.”
"She's a darling, any way!" Mary de- saw.
dared, smiling. "You really don't half The telephone at the desk' rang,
appreciate her. Joe!" and Mary spoke into it for a mo-
"Anyhow, I appreciate that hat." was ment, then rose and excused herself
the reply, with a dry chuckle. resume the conversation over the
"Mr. Griggs," Fannie announced. n ™ r< * privately in the booth. The
There was a smile on the face of the Griggs turned"’^Garson^nxmVl v™™
maid, which was explained a minute - 14 ._ _ i_ -p *♦
later w’hen, in accordance with her mis- LOOKS LftSy.
trees' order, the visitor was shown into "It’s a cinch, Joe." he*pleaded. • I’ve
the drawing room, for his presence was got a plan of the house." He drew
of an elegance so extraordinary as to a paper from bl „ breast . pocket anfl
attract attention anywhere -and mirth handed it to the forger, who seized
it avidly and studied it with intent,
avaricious eyes.
“Dangerous” Age for Married Women
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE .WATER.
as well from ribald observers.
“You Met Him Once.”
Meantime. Garson bad explained to
Mary.
“It's English Eddie—you met him
"It looks easy." Garson agreed, as
he gave back the paper.
"It is easy.” Griggs reiterated
"What do you say?"
Garson shook his head in refusal
once. I wonder what he wants? Prob- | but there „. as no conviction In the
ably got a trick for me. We often used act.
to work together."
"Nothing without my consent," Mary
warned.
"Oh. no. no. sure not!" Garson agreed.
Further discussion was cut short by
the appearance of English Eddie him
self. a, tall, handsome man in the early
thirties, who paused just within the
doorw’av, and delivered to Mary a bow
that was the perfection of elegance.
Mary made no effort to restrain the
smile caused by the costume of Mr
Griggs. Yet, there was no violation of of regret
I promised Mary never to—"
Griggs broke in on him.
"But a chance like this! Anyhow,
come around to the back room a‘.
Blinkey’s to-night and well have a
talk. Will you?"
"What time?” Garson asked hesi
tatingly. tempted.
"Make it early, say 9." was the
answer. "Will you?”
'f'll come." Garson replied, half
guiltily. And in the same moment
Mary re-entered
Griggs rose and spoke with an air
the canons of good taste, except in the
aggregate. From spats to Tiat, from and since you are against it, that
settles it."
Ye^.
1THAT1
of
When you feel dis
couraged and all the
world seems to be
against yon—that’s
your system's way
that something is WRONG and needs HELP.
“Blue” Feeling
“8
As It Is in Boston
walking coat to gloves, everything was
perfect of its kind. Only there was an
over-ej^boration, so that the ensemble
w*as flamboyant. And the man's man
ners precisely harmonized with his
clothes, whereby the whole effect was
emphasized and rendered bizarre. Gar
son took one amazed look, and then
rocked with laughter.
Griggs regarded his former associate
reproachfully for a moment, and then
grinned in frank sympathy.
"Really. Mr. Griggs, you quite over
come me," Mary said, half apologetic
ally.
The visitor cast a self-satisfied glance
over his garb
"I think its rather neat myself." He safe and sure.
'I’m sorry." English Eddie rejoined.
"But we must all play the game as
we see it. * * * Weil, that was (he
business I was after, and, as it’s
finished, why, good-afternoon. Miss
Turner." He nodded toward Joe, and
took his departure.
Something of what was in his mind
was revealed in Garson's first speech
after Griggs’ going
“That’s a mighty big stake he's
playing for."
A Big Chance.
"And a big chance he's taking,"
Mary retorted. "No, we don't want
any of that. We’ll play a game that's
telegraphing yon
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They have revised the nut scry
rhymes in Boston, and now they have
everf gone so far as to rewrite the
prayer.—"Now I lay me." for Boston
children to say. It goes like this:
New. O Lord, I retire for the rest
that nature craves,
And reverently place my soul in
Thy high keeping:
Vouchsafe. O Mighty Ruler of the
w ind and waves.
To guard me well what time 1 must
be sleeping.
\nd if. perchance, before to-morrow's
light shall break
My soul giow weary of this realm
and leave it
'*< r shore whereon the sinless only
ma; awake.
I earnestly beseech Thee to receive
. it.":
had some reputation in the underworld
for his manner of dressing, and he re
garded this latest achievement as his
masterpiece.
"Sure some duds!" Garson admitted,
! checking his merriment.
"From your costume." Mary suggest -
j ed, "one might judge that this is pure
ly a social call, is It?"
“They Wonder at Crime!”
"Well, not exactly," Griggs answered,
with a smile
"So I fancied." his hostess replied
"So sit down, please, and tell us all
about it."'
While she was speaking Garson went
to the various doors and made sure that
i
all were shut, then be took a seat in a
chair near that which Griggs occupied
by the desk, so that the three were
close together, and could speak softly.
English Eddie wasted no time In get
ting to the point
"Now, look here." he said rapidly.
"I’ve got the greatest game in the world.
• * * Two year8 ago a set of Gothic
The words recalled to the forge:
weird forebodings that had been trou
bling him throughout the day.
•It's sure enough." he stated, "but is
it safe?”
Mary looked up quickly.
"What do you mean?" she demand
ed.
Garson walked to and fro nervous
ly as he answered.
"S'pose the bulls get tired *f you
putting it over on ’em and try some
rough work?”
Mary smiled carelessly.
• Don’t worry . Joe." she advised. "I
know a way to stop it."
Well, so far as that goes, so do
I." the forger said, with significant
emphasis
Must what do you mean by that?"
Mary demanded, suspiciously.
’For rough work." he said, "I have
this." He took a magazine pistol from
his pocket. It was of an odd shape,
vcith a barrel longer than is usual and
a bell-shaped contrivance attached t >
the muzzle.
"No, no. Joe." Mary cried, greatly
discomposed. "None of that—ever!"
To Be Continued To-morrow.
HAT is the dangerous age
for a married woman?”
was asked of a group «*f
people. Several answers were given —
answers prompted by observation, ex
perience, or, as is sometimes the case
with talkative person* 1 ,.by ignorance.
One opinion was that the dangerous
age for a wife is when she is so young
as to be attractive to the opposite sex
and while she is still learning that the
man of her choice i:s not all her fancy
painted him in the way of perfection
—her very disappointment making h* r
susceptible to attentions shown her by
other men. Another speaker declared
that the dangerous age is that n
which a woman is caring for her little
children, as any diversion, instead of
the drudgery of the nursery assumes
undue importance in her still young
eyes.
To my way of thinking, neither of
these statements is correct as applied
to the majority of women who do have
what has hern called a "dangerous
age." I firmly believe that there are
many wives who never have such ti
period to ruffle the calm of their we l
ded lives. They are normal, clear
headed or unemotional women, who
either do not demand great devotion
from their husbands, or who are so
sure of the love of their liege lords,
and so deeply in love with them, that
they are safe from all outside 'nflu-
enecs. There arc other women v,h)
are incapable of excitement and of
deep regrets or great anticipations,
and these, too, are in little danger.
But to return to the opinions ex
pressed as to the dangerous age. Th*
person who stated that the first few
years of married life were the most
unsafe for women hardly looked deep
enough. These years are, it is true,
filled with conflicting emotions; tn**
wife does find that her husband is not
perfection and she must also learn to
adjust herself to a new scheme of ex
istence. to bear and forbear, to ac
commodate her views to those of her
life-companion. But at the same time
many of these experiences are so new
as to being with them a kind of pleas
urable excitement, a sense of personal
importance, an appreciation that one
is now meeting the trials of whiuh one
has been told by other matrons, and
for which one is, therefore, to a cer
tain, extent, prepared. Moreover, one
is still young enough and pretty
enough to see the look of admirati >n
in the eyes of one’s husband, and on.*
finds happiness In that look.
Care for Children.
With the second opinion—that the
years when a woman is caring foi
her little children constitute the dan
gerous age—I do not at all agree. Hie
woman who really loves her smal'
children find* 1 in her care of them
much to occupy hands and heart that
her thoughts have little time to stray
into ways "dark and dim." She ma>
be tired she may be neglectful of her
husband, she may find that getting
jp early to dress the babies, sitting
ip late to fashion their garments, and
waking often in the night to minister
»o/their wants is monotonous work,
hut it is also suc h a time-absorbing
and body-wearing occupation that the
mother feel? little inclination to g
abroad <*r to* mingle in socie ty. If
she bus the wish to do this, sin- has
no* the leisure in which to gratify i:
The person who watches women.
and thinks as she watches, must,
sooner or plater, agree that Karin
Michaeii*', when she wrote her book,
'The Dangerous Age,” was not far
wrong in suggesting that this age
comes w hen a woman has ceased to
be so young that she attrac ts the ad
miration which was once hers, yet is
young enough to long for it- still.
"Ah!" sighed a womnn in my hear
ing. “Youth! It is the loveliest thing
m all the world!"
1 looked at herewith a settle of pity.
Her own youth had meant to her ad
miration from men. attention? which
she had received as a matter of
■ourse. In fart, she had taken them
as her right until they began to
lessen. Now she had "touched up"
her hair where it was beginning tu
turn gray: she tmd put on her cheeks
so much rouge that it called atten
tion to the /act that there must be
pallor which she was striving t
bide.
While the
color on hair
and
face
were
> vivid.
yet thev see
rned
when
one
looked
at her eyes
hke
badge
s of
mournii
rig for a lost yo
Util.
She
w as
I at the
dangerous age.
In
years
she
was.
perhaps, 38 or
40.
‘That is not old!” someone* exclaims.
N’o, it is not. but neither is it young.
Her husband still loved her—but in a
practical, middle-aged way, without
enthusiasm; her children were old
enough to look out for themselves:
her sons, daughters, husband and ’
fiends took her for granted. Menv*”
who can do as they please, and can
‘idmire women and talk pretty noth-***
Ings to there eveh when they—tina-,,.
men—are old enough to know better,--
can hardly apprec iate what this tran*, a
^ition period mepr.s to a woman.
The woman who has always re-J„,
ceived admiration and attention finds
it hard to cease to struggle. And if,*"
while she is still trying to hold fast**
to that which Is slipping from lien*
«lie meets a nun w ho. through lack
>f principle, sheer depravity, or—and,.
this is quite possible, especially if th<^.
man he \ery young—genuine admira.? ..
(ion, suceeds in making her think that
lie loves her, she, even if she be
moral woman, may find that she
not as sure of herself and her princl-"*’
pics as *he thought she was. She'*-
may mistake fl ittered vanity for love^:-
in which case she will turn from it«
with regret «»r grasp it and later be
ashamed of it. ,
The woman for whom the so-cailed
dangerous age has no pitfails is the
w ife? who loves h^r husband and who
has filled her life so fuil of things
that are worth while that she has for
gotten to seek admiration and hu?*’ •
stifled a large portion of the vanity*,
that demands gratification. -o