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Charming' Modes of the Moment
Described by Olivclle, The Georgian’s Fashion Experl
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WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love
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Paintings That Are Amazing Europe
Why I hey Call Wilhelm Kuhnerl Ihe World's Greatest Animal Painter
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By OLIVETTE.
*T'HE left-hand illustration
l 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-
nt-e 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 eoq de roehe
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 eaehemire. The
long sleeves are cut with large
armholes, and a soft lawn
fichu and frills finish the neek
and sleeves. The deep waist
band is a new feature.
Chemically Pure.
i npw candidate has announ
lself as standing for nominat
Mayor of New York in
■ing words: .
I pledge myself to throw into the
tei at 1 a. m. every morning all
se who do not measure up to ray
ndard of hypocrisy."
,'oxv what are you laughing at?
mounted
minatiVn
the fol-
SYNOPSIS.
Mary Turiter, an orphan, employed
in Edward Glider's department store,
is accused «'t theft and sent to prison,
though innocent. Aggie Lynch, a
convice friend of Mary’s at Burn-
sing. sees good “possibilities” for Ijer
In the world of crime. Upon Mary’s
release she is continually hounded,
and in desperation throws herself into
tin* 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 the law." Glider’s son Dick
meets and loves Mary, who seeks to
wreak vengeance on the father
through the son. A girl who has been
in prison hears of Mary’s charitable
disposition, calls on her and faints
from want of nourishment. Mary
learns that she is the girl who stole
the goods for which sh€‘ was con
victed. She is furious, but controls
herself and gives the girl money to go’
West and 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 hack at the father
through tiie 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 lie
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.* The play ‘‘Within the Law” Is
copyrighted by Mr. Velller and this
novelization of it is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex- , . —„
elusive rights of the representation get a half million.” he said aggres-
and performance of “Within the Uw” sively.
tapestries worth $300,000 and a set of
Fragonard panels worth nearly as much
more were plucked from a chateau In
Frahce and smuggled Into this coun
try.”
"I have never heard of that,” Mary
said 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
r worth half a million dollars.”
• Garson uttered an ejaculation of dis-
1 gust
"He pays half a million dollars for a
set of rugs'” ■ There was a note of
j fiercest bitterness 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 wer? hung in the
| library of a millionaire in this city.”
He hitched his (‘hair a little closer
to the desk, and leaned forward, low
ering his voice almost to a whis
per as he stated his 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
regarded Mary eagerly, as she sal
with eyes downcast. Then, after a
i little interval had elapsed in silence,
he spoke interrogatively:
"Well?”
Mary shook her head decisively.
“It's out of our line,’’ she declared.
Griggs would have argued the mat
ter. “I don’t see any easier way tr
in all languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
to iAvs ixstallment.
■‘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
tried to make a man give up part of
Mary, however, was unimpressed.
"If it were fifty million? it would
make no difference. It's against the
law.”
Mary Interrupted Him.
“Oh. I know all that, of course.”
1 Griggs returned impatiently. "Bu;
I 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 1
coming to us. Mr. Griggs, but we can’:
go in. and there’s an end of the
; matter.” - J
“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 t exciting.” she
urged, not at all convinced.
"And this way is so safe,” Mary re
joined, sharply. “Besides, my dear, you
would not get the money. My way will.
Your way was blackmail; mine if* not.
i Understand?"
Gilder. Is—"
Mary’s manner changed from in- |
difference to sudden keen interest.
"Gilder?” vhe exclaimed, question-
iy.
"Yes. You know who he is.” Griggs
answered; “the dry goods man."
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 i
Oh. sure. Aggie replied, grimly, on j. ««]f. contro , f for a moment rudely
her way to the door "It’s clear as ; shaken, and now her voice was tran-
Pittsburg.” With that sarcasm directed quil again as she replied:
against legal subtleties, she tripped i "I know. But. just the same, it’s 1
daintily out, an entirely ravishing vis- and I won’t touch it. That':
; ion, if somewhat garish as to raiment, 1
all there is to it."
Driven From Home
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
and soon in the glances of admiration
“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 communication
except when they want to argue or quar
rel. T have several brothers and sis
ters, and they are always quarreling
with each other. Naturally they would
be with such an example. I 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 1
can’t remember w’hen 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 eighi 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, I 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 bis parents. If there is any
manhood in Tiim it can not grow 7 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,
and is of no benefit to them. I would
urge him to leave, though marriage were
not the alternative. How much more
emphatically I 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, but so long as they love each
other, little else counts. With love and
peace he will have a chance to grow
ever been annoyed.
Garson’s comment as she departed
was uttered with his accustomed blunt
ness.
morally and spiritually and mentally. ' W ’ r ' .• , .
„ , . , , She s a darling, any wav! Mary de-
The best in him will be developed, and , . ... .. .
f o „♦ L „„„v, | dared, smiling. "You really don t half
ppreciate her, Joel"
"Anyhow, I appreciate that hat," was
the reply, with a dry chuckle.
"Mr. Griggs," Fannie announced.
There was a smile on the face of the
and Mary spoke into it for a mo
ment. then rose and excused herself
to resume the conversation over the
wire more privately in the booth. The
instant she was out of the room
... i , . , . , Griggs turned to Garson anxiously:
maid, which was explained a minute _ i_ -*p ,,
later when, in accordance with her mis- -LOOKS L&Sy.
tress’ order, the visitor was shown into "It’s a cinch, Joe." he pleaded. ”I’ve
brave enough strong the drawinR r00m ' for hls P rescnce was KO t a plan of the house " He drew
of an elegance so extraordinary as to
attract attention anywhere—and mirth
as well from ribald observers.
he will be more of a man at 25 in such
an environment than he would he 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 qften,
their first thought should be of how
this discovery will affect the lives of
their children.
If they are
enough, and broad enough to go on liv
ing together in outward peace, making
the happiness of their children a great
er consideration than their own, the
children will grow up loving and re
specting them, never suspecting that
the tw T o 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 parenis 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 mgiy 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 w hen
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 Unless 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
Griggs was dismayed.
, "But half a million!" he exclaimed,
that every man cast on her guileless disconsolately "There’s « stake north
seeminR beauty, she forgot that she hail 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
saw."
The telephone at the desk rang,
(On Top) “A Lioness and Cubs,” (Bottom) "Lions Resting-.”
' I M1 FjSE pictures are of paintings by Herr Wil-
I helm Kuhnert, which are included among
many others bv the famous animal painter that
are at present on exhibition in London. Crowds
flock every day to the galleries of the Fine Arts
Society, there to gaze in wonder at the studies of
animal life that have come from the brush of
Kuhnert. He was horn 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 raged creatures,
but has mastered the great essential, "local at
mosphere.”
“Dangerous” Age for Married Women
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER.
"You Met Him Once.”
Garson had explained
to
Meantime,
Mary.
"It’s English Eddie—you met him
once. I wonder what he wants? Prob
ably got a trick for me. We often used
to work together."
‘Nothing without my consent." Mary
warped.
"Oh. no, no, sure not!” Garson agreed.
Further, discussion was out short by
the appearance of English Eddie him
self. a tall, handsome man in the early
thirties, who paused just within the
doorway, 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
the canons of good taste, except In the
aggregate. From spats to “fiat, from
walking coat to gloves, everything was
perfect of its kind. Only there was an
over-elaboration, so that the ensemble
was flamboyant. And the man’s man
ners pnyiselv harmonized with hls
clothes, whereby the whole effect was
emphasized and rendered bizarre. Gar
son took one amazed look, and then
a paper from hip breast-pocket, and
handed it to the forger, who seized
it avidly and studied it with intent,
avaricious eyes.
"It looks easy.” Garson agreed, as
he gave back the paper
"It is
A it ik easy.” Griggs reiterated.
"What do you say?"
Garson shook his head in refusal,
but there was no conviction in the
act.
I promised Mary never to "
Griggs broke in on him.
"But a chance like thief! Anyhow,
come around to the back room at
Blinker’s to-night and we’ll have a
talk. Will you?”
“What time?” Garson asked hesi
tatingly. tempted.
“Make it early, say 9.” was the
answer. ‘‘Will you?”
"I’ll come." Garson replied, half
guiltily. And in the same moment
Mary re-entered.
Griggs rose and spoke with an air
of regret.
"It’s ‘follow the leader.’" he said,
"and since you are against it, that
settles it.”
“Yes I’m against it." Mary said,
firmly.
"I’m sorry." English Eddie rejoined
"But we must all play the game as
we see it. * * * Well, that was the
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
rocked with laughter
Griggs regarded his former associate was revealed in Garson’s first speech
reproachfully for a moment, and then, after Griggs’ going
grinned in frai^k sympathy.
‘Really, Mr. Griggs, you quite over
tly sufficient impress of the hell he is [ Come me," Mary said, half apologetic-
leaving to save him from introducing
any element of it In the heaven that lies
before him!
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They have revised the nursery
j rhymes in Boston, and now they have
even gone so far as to rewrite the
l prayer, "Now' 1 lay me,” for Boston
| children to say. It goes like this:
Now, 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
wind and waves,
To guard me well what time I must
be sleeping.
| And if. perchance, before to-morrow’s
« light shall break
My soul grow weary’of this realm
and leave it
! For shore- whereon the sinless only
may awake,
J earnestly beseech Thee to receive
it."
ally.
The visitor cast a self-satisfied glance
over his garb
"I think its rather neat myself.” He
had some reputation in the underworld
for his manner of dressing, and he re
garded this latest achievement as his
masterpiece.
4 ".Sure some duds!” Garson admitted,
[checking his merriment.
“From your costume,” Mary suggest
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
all were shut, then he 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," be said rapidly,
"I’ve got the greatest game in the world.
• * * Two years ago a set of Gothic
That’s
playing fo
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
safe and sure.”
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.
“Just what do you mean by that?"
Mary demanded, suspiciously.
“For rough work." he said, ”1 have
this." He took a magazine pistol from
his pocket. It was of an odd shape,
with 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,
the dangerous age
ma rri^d woman ?”
was asked of a group of
I people. Several answers were given—
answers prompted by observation, ex-
! perienco, or, as is sometimes the case
| with talkative persons’, by ignorance.
I 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 is not all her fancy
| painted him in the way of perfection
—her very disappointment making her
susceptible io attentions shown her by
other men. Another speaker declared
that thp 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
i to the majority of women who do have
what has been called a "dangerous
age." 1 firmly believe that there are
! many wives who never have such a
period to ruffle the calm of their wel-
| ded lives. They are normal, clear-
i headed or unemotional women, who
| either do not demand great devotion
! from their husbands, or who are/ ao
I sure of the love of their liege lords,
• and so deeply in love with them, that
they are safe from all outside influ-
| enees. There are other women wh >
I are incapable of excitement and of
I deep regrets 04* great anticipations,
| and thes>e, too, are in little danger.
But to return to the opinions ex-
I pressed as to the dangerous age. The
person who stated that the first few
! years of married life were the most
I unsafe for women hardly looked deep
enough. These years are, it is true,
filled with confiicting emotions; the
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-
commod^Je her views to those of her
life-companion. But at the same time
many of these experiences are so new
as to biing with them a kind of pleas
urable excitement, a sense of personal
Importance, an appreciation that one
is now meeting the trials of which one
has been told by other matrons, and
for which one is. therefore, to a cer
tain extent, pfepared. Moreover, one
is still young enough and pretty
enough to see the look of admiration
in the eyes of one’s husband, and one
finds happiness in that look.
Caro for Children.
With the second opinion—that the
years when a woman is caring for
her little children constitute the dan
gerous age—*1 do not at all agree. The
woman who really loves her small
children find? in her care of them sp
much to occupy hands and heart that
ner thought? have little time to stray
into ways "dark and dim,” She may
be tired she may be neglectful of her
husband, she may find t^at getting
up early to dress the babies, sitting
up late to fashion their garments, and
waking often in the night to minister
to their wants is monotonous work,
but it is alfo such a time-absorbing
and body-wearing occupation that the
mother feels little inclination to go
abroad or to mingle in society. If
she has the wish to do this, she has
not the leisure in which to gratify it.
The person who watches women.
and thinks as she watches, must,
sooner or later, agree that Karin
Michael!?,. when she wrote her book,
‘The Dangerous Age,” was not far
wrong in suggesting that tnis age
comes when a woman has ceased to
be so young that she attracts the ad
miration which was once hers, yet is
young enough to long for it still.
"Ah!” sighed a woman in my hear
ing. “Youth! It is the loveliest thing
m all the world!”
I looked at her with a sen.^e of pity.
Her own youth had meant to her ad
miration from men, attentions which
she had received as a matter of
course. In fact, she had taken them
as her right until they began to
lessen. Now she had "touched up”
her hqir where it was beginning to
turn gray: she had put on her cheeks
so much rouge that it called atten
tion to the fact that there must be
a pallor which she was striving to
hide. While the color on hair and
face were vivid, yet they seemed
when one looked at her eyes like
badges of mourning for a lost youth.
Bhe was at the dangerous age. In
years .she was, perhaps, 38 or 40.
That is not old!” someone exclaims.
No, 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
friends took her for granted. Men,
who can do as they please, and can
admire women and talk pretty noth
ings to them even when they—the
men—are old enough to know better,
can hardly appreciate what this tran
sition period means to a woman.
The woman who has always re
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 her,
she meets a man who, through lack
of principle, sheer depravity, or—and
this is quite possible, especially if the
man be \ery young—genuine admira
tion, suceeds in making her think that
he loves her, she, even If she be a
moral woman, may find that she Is
hot as sure of herself and her princi
ples as '-he thought she was. She
may mistake flattered vanity for love,
in which case she will turn from it
with regret or grasp it and later be
ashamed of it.
The woman for whom the so-cailed
dangerous age has no pitfalls Is the
wife who loves her husband and who
has filled her life so full of things
that are worth while that she has for
gotten to seek admiration and has
stifled a large portion of the vanity
that demands gratification.