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V1THIN
4 Powerful Story rf
THE 1
Adventure, Intring
LAW
c and Love
By OLIVETTE. *
T HE left-hand illustration
shows a grace full y-
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 iof rich embroidery finished
off witli 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 nock
and sleeves. The deep waist
, band is a new feature.
Chemically Pure.
A 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
gutter at 1 a. m. evefy morning all
those who do not measure up to my
standard of hypocrisy.”
Now what are you laughing at?
Paintings That Are Amazing Europe
Why They Call Wilhelm Kuhncrt the Worlds Greatest Animal Painter
SYNOPSIS.
Mary Turner, an orphan, employed
In Edward Gilder's department store,
is accused of theft and sent to prison,
though innocent. Aggie Lynch, a
con vice friend of Man’s at Buin-
sing, sees good “possibilities" for her
in the world of crime. Upon 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 the law." Gilder’s son Dick
mf'pts and loves Mary, who seeks to
wreak vengeance on the father
through the son. A girl who has been
In prison heats of Mary’s charitable
disposition; calls on her and faints
from warn of nourishment. Mary
learns that she is the girl who stole
the goods for which site 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 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 da}', hut says that he
forgot to mention to hi» 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
I Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play "Within the Law" is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelization of it is published by his
permission. The American Pl^y Com
pany is the 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.
i “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
his money it resulted in your going to
1 prison for two years."
Aggie sniffed, as if such an extreme
were the merest bagatelle.
“But that way was so 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 is not.
i Understand?”
| “Oh, sure,” Aggie replied, grimly, on
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.”
“I have never heard of that,” Mary
$aid 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
buieh?” Garson exclaimed.
“BOmetlines more,” Mary answered.
“Morgan has a set of Gothic tapestried
i Worth half a million dollars.”
Garson uttered an ejaculation of dis
gust.
"He pays half a million dollars for a
set of rugs!" There was a note of
| fiercest bitterness come into his voice as
lie 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 and leaned forward, low-
6TilXff his votci llmost to a vrfcia
per as he stated his* plan.
“Let’s gp after them. They were
smuggled, mind you, and no matter
what happens, her can’t squeal. What
do .you sny?"
Garson shot a piercing glance at
Mary.
“It** up to her ” he said. Griggs
regarded M^ry eagerly, as she sat
with eyes downcast. Then, after a
little interval had elapsed in silence,
he spoke interrogatively:
"Well?”
Mary shook her head decisively.
“It’s out of opr line,” she declared.
Griggs would have argued the mat
ter. "I don’t see aqy easier way to
get a half million,’’ he said aggres
sively.
Mary, however, was unimpressed.
“If it were fifty millions it would
make no difference. It’s against the
law.” •
v
Mary Interrupted Him.
“Oh. I know all that, of course,”
Griggs returned impatiently. “But
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
matter."
"But wait a minute,” English Ed
die expostulated, “you see this chap,
Gilder, is—”
Mary’s manner changed from in
difference to sudden keen interest.
“Gilder?” s*he exclaimed, question-
ly.
“Yes. You know who lie is," Griggs
answered; “the dry goods irtan.”
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
.^•elf-control, for a moment rudely
shaken, and now her voice was tran-
Driven From Home
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
“M T ™
Y father and mother have not
poken 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. I 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 when there ever was,”
This extract is from the letter of a
young man of 21 who says he is iri
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, I should say No. But tips
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 foves 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 ho benefit to them. I would
urge him to leave, though marriage were
not the alternative. Ho*w 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
1 her way to the door. “It’s clear
Pittsburg.” With that sarcasm directed I quil again as she replied
against legal subtleties, she tripped “I know. But. just the same, it’s
daintily out. an entirely ravishing vis- ar j f * * ^ touch it. That’s
.ion* if somewhat garish as lo raiment. a s *°Ji" ,
. . .. . , , . .. Griggs was dismayed,
land soon in the glances of admiration .. Rut half a m jii i( ^».. he exclaimed
that every man cast on her guileless disconsolately. “There’s a stake* worth
seeming beauty, she forgot that she had playing for. Think of it!" He turned
ever been annoyed. pleadingly to Garson. “Half a mil -
Garson’s comment ks she departed Hon. Joe!”
was uttered with his accustomed blunt- ■ The forger repeated the words with
an inflection that was gloating.
I “Half a million!”
morally and spiritually and mentally. | „ j 8 the softest thing you ever
The best in him will be developed, and
he will he more of a man at 25 in such
an environment than he would be at 40 if
’ Mary de- !
don’t half
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 he 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 in outward peace, making
the happiness of their children a great
er consideratiop than their own, the
children will grow up loving and re
specting them, never suspecting that
the two. they love more than all others
in the w'orld 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. 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
>rdy sufficient impress of the hell he is
leaving to save him from introducing
u;y element of it in the heaven that lies
Tore him!
ness.
“Solid ivory!’
“She’s a darling, any way!
dared, smiling. “You really don’t half; The telephone at the desk rang,
. appreciate her, Joe!” j and Mary spoke into it for a mo-
“Anyhow’, I appreciate that hat,” was ! ment, then rose and excused herself
l the reply, with a dry chuckle. l(> resume the conversation over the
I "Mr. Griggs,” Fannie announced, i wir , P n } ort l P rlvatel V ^ the booth, th'e
There was a smile on the face of the Jirigg^' turned”to*Garson°anxiouslv°° m
maid, which was explained a minute t< _ _ . ,,
i later when, in accordance with her mis- LOOKS Ld>Sy.
: tress’ order, the visitor was shown into “It’s a cinch, Joe,’’ he pleaded. “I’ve
1 the drawing room, for his presence was got a plBn of the housp H( . (!rew
of an elegance so extraordinary as to , a paper trom hip breast-pocket and
attract attention anywhere—and mirth handed it. to the forger, who seized
.1 - | it avidly and studied it with intent,
avaricious eyes.
“It looks easy.” Garson agreed, as
t 0 ! he gave back the paper
(On Top) “A Lioness and Oubs,’’ (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-Pine. Arts
Society, there to gaze in wonder at the studies of
animal life that have come from the brush of
Kuhnert. He was born on September 28,1865, and
studied al the Berlin Academy. Kuhnert’s great
claim to fame, according to art experts, is that
he has not been content with caged creatures,
but has mastered the great essential, “local at
mosphere.” v
“Dangerous” Age for Married Women
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER.
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You Met Him Once.”
Garson had explained
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They have revised the nuisery
rhymes in Boston, and now they have
even gone so far as to rewrite the
prayer. “Now I 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 ^ hat time 1 must
be sleeping.
And if. perchance before to-morrow's
light shall break
.Yy soul grow wear}' of this realm
and leave it
• shore- whereon the sinless only
miy awake,
a mostly beseech Thee to receive;
it.”
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
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
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 liat, 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 precisely harmonized with his | wo see it
clothes, whereby the whole effect was
emphasized and rendered bizarre. (Jar-
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
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
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 tin* desk. m> that the three wen
close together, an^ could speak softly.
English Eddie wasted no time in get
ting to the point.
“Now, look here." he said rapidly,
“I’ve get the greatest game in the world.
• * * Two years ago a set of Gothic
It is 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 this! Anyhow,
come around to the back room at
Blinkey’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?”
"jni 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.
“Bdt we must all play the game ns
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 njind
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
safe and sure.”
The words recalled to the forger
| weird forebodings that had been trou-
I filing him throughout the day.
“It’s sure enough,” he stated, “but is
I it safe?”
Mary looked up quickly.
"What do vou mean?” she demand
ed.
Garson walked to and fro nervous
ly as he answered.
“S’pose the bulls get tired you
putting it over on ’em and try some
rougli 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.
THAT is the dangerous age
for a married woman?”
was asked of a group of
people. Several answers were given-
answers prompted by observation, ex
perience, or, as is sometimes the case
with talkative persons, 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 is not all her fancy
painted him in the way of perfection
—her very disappointment making her
susceptible to attentions shown her by
other men. Another speaker declared
that the dangerous age is that in
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 been called a “dangerous
age.” I firmly believe that there are
many wives who never have such a
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 influ
ences. There are other women who
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. The
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; 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
commodate her views to those of her
life-companion. But at the same time
many of these experiences are so new
as to bring with them a kind of pleas
urable excitement, a sense of persona!
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, prepared. Moreover, one
is still young enough and pretty
enough to sea the look of admiration
in the eyes of one’s husband, and one
finds happiness In that look.
Care for Children.
With the second opinion - that the
years when a woman is caring for
her little children constitute the dan
gerous age—I do not at all agree. The
woman who really loves her small
children find-* in her care of them so
much to occupy hands and heart that
her thoughts have little time to stray
Into ways “dark and dim,” She may
be tired she may be neglectful of her
husband, she may find that getting
jp 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,
hut it is also 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 i:.
The person who watches women.
and thinks as she watches, must,
sooner or later, agree that Karin
Michael is", when she wrote her book.
'’The Dangerous Age,” was not far
wrong in suggesting that this 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 tiling
in all the world!”
I looked at her with n sen^e of pity.
Her own youth had meant to her ad
miration from men, attentions which
she had received as a matter of
rourse. In fact, she hud taken them
as her right until they began to
lessen. Now she had "touched up"
her hair where it was beginning to
turn gray; she had put* on her c heeks
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.
She 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 arc old enough to know better,
c an hardly appreciate what this tran-
•sition period means tq a woman.
The woman who has always re
ceived admiration and attention finds
It hard to cease to struggle. And if,
while slit* 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 passible, especially if tho
man be very young—genuine admira
tion, suceeds in making her think that
lie loves her, she, even if she be a
moral woman, may find that she is
rot as sure of herself and her princi
ples a: h» 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
stilled a large portion of the vanity
that demands gratification.