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Cover the top with 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. 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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