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rr->HERE are commendably strict laws S in our land against the Indls* * criminate carrying of deadly weapons. Children and youths are restricted in their use of pistols and knives. To purchase poisons requires a physi cian’s prescription or personal identifl cation But there is a deadly weapon ] which jeopardizes the health, reason ami j morality of young and old. yet which 1 seems to he easily procured of any drug gist, by any youth, girl, or stranger, as a box of chocolate drops, or a glass of poda. This more than deadly instrument is the hypodermic needle. It is a surgeon’s instniment, and of great value to the world in the hands of skilled specialists. It often relieves otherwise unbearable agonies of the sick and dying. But even in the hands of the doctor it is a menace to the health and absolute reason of patients unless the mind of the physician is well poised, and his sense of responsibility fully awake. But how terrible becomes this delicate and inexpensive weapon when it falls into the possession of a weak-willed youth, or a young girl, or a despondent man or woman who has become discour sed by illness or sorrow or misfortune and seeks temporary relief from mental or physical pain through the needle point! The result is far worse than sudden or early death, for the loss of the physi cal body must eventually oome In the process of the evolution of the soul in its progress to other planes. But the loss of the WILL, is the direst disaster which can befall a human being The will is the divine power which links each soul to the Great Source of Being. Suicide of the Soul. Through the development of the will and a consciousness of its relation to Omnipotence, man enters into his own j kingdom, and finds power, plenty and peace awaiting him. When the will is weakened and strength impaired by the infection of a slow poison into the j veins the cardinal sin of murder is com- j ni it ted- murder of the real self! Suicide of the soul. The viotim and criminal in one does not die soon as a result of his crime. He lives on and on—a mere body, from , which the divine being of self, by will. ! has been ejected at the point of the hypodermic needle. Every weakness, every tendency to vice, sloth and indolence, is increased. ; every aspiration is slain; every ambition crippled; every venture menaced. Yet in view of all these Incontrovertible facts . no law exists (or if it exists it is not enforced! to protect the young, the igno rant or the impressionable from the pur chase and use of this instrument. It would appall the parents of the land if they knew to what extent the deadly weapon is employed. Good people who are waging worthy war against drink, cigarettes and social j sins, would be amazed if they knew that j in their own circle, ofttimes in their own ! families, the poor victims of the hypo- dermis needle were dwelling, and that no voice and no law forbade the ac cursed habit or render it difficult to ac quire. Why Not Protect? We have innumerable Institutions dowered by generous philanthropists for the cure of there victims. But why do we not rise in united strength and pass ! and enforce with untiring vigilance laws | to PROTECT the young, the ill, the | weak, from needing treatment in these cures? Away with the accursed needle from our chemists “open shop ” Let the use of it require as great authority as the use of the surgeon’s knife, or the ad ministration of choloroform or ether. In the hands of a wise. kind, large- minded, skilled specialist, it may serve a holy purpose of mercy. In the hands of the uninstructed, it is the devil’s tool. Keep It away from such hands. ATING used to be one of the pleasures of life at our house.” said the law student. “When the dinner bell rang, we all used to make a rush for the table and juat eat and talk and enjoy our selves. But it is different now. Eat ing haa become a very serious matter. My aisteT has entered a school of do mestic science. "We have always had plenty of knives, forks and spoons at our house, and we always supposed that we knew how to use them. When we went out to dinner we almost always made our quota of silver last to the end. In fact, we thought we were pretty well bred at the table. We certainly did not think we acted like heathen. But sister, after the second lesson at the domestic science school, informed us that we did. "It now requires more of an effort just to sit down correctly and get one's napkin opened properly than we formerly devoted to the welfare of our immortal souls. One’s troubles really begin with the soup, whVn must be dipped with just the proper form. You have to remember that it is not fair getting a Hackenschmidt hold on the plate in an attempt to secure the last dregs. You must get the last dress, but you must get them without any rough work. "And then the olives—look out for trouble with them. We used to just eat olives—oh. happy days! Olives must be placed in the mouth in their entirety and either sucked or swal lowed. The rules are indefinite as to the proper disposition of the stone3, which is embarrassing, especially if one is fond of olives, and the stones begin to accomulate in one’s mouth. "Conversation between hostess and guest must be carried on according to a set formula, as rigid as in bridge. For instance, the hostess must never ask if you will have some more cof fee, thus intimating that - ou have al ready had your share, or, at least, some. This is a grave error. She must ask; ‘Won’t you have some warm coffee?’ "The teacher at the domestic sci ence school says it is worth while >o know the rules just for the satis-- faction of it. When your social rival invites you to dinner, you can see if the knives and forks are set accord ing to Hoyle and sniff a derisive sniff or two if they are not. This is very satisfying, especially if your social rival has more cut glass than you. or is rather outshining you in the elab orateness of her dinner.” Being the Song of the Babe That YOU Love By JAMES J. MONTAGUE. O H, HO! you little Failure, with the funny, wrinkling nose, You well may lie there and pretend to count your shell- pink toes. You well may seem to hear with scorn the other babies’ jeers At words—oh, cruel, cutting words—that ought to burn your ears. What right have you to glug and coo with infantile content When all the Judge has given you is sixty-five per cent. Snap Shots j By LILLIAN LAUFERTY. j Sing a song o’ Spring-time, or sing a song o’ Fall; You’ll have to sing because it’s Spring- Bright days, sweet nights will lure and call; The world takes anything at all And tosses it with joysome fling—oh, yes, all life must have its flir\g—- And birds and brooks and poets sing, because ’tis Spring! Y OUR folded neck is far too fat, your dimples much too deep, Your legs look sadly pudgy when you feebly try to creep; Your eyes are not eliptical. they’re just big, round, blue dots, The filmy fuzz you think is hair is all worn off in spots. And yet you smiled, and even laughed, when the committee came To list your imperfections—have you got no sense of shame? Y OU ought to know how much you lack in a perfect baby’s points. You ought to blush when you behold your foolish, wabbly joints. You ought to count your chalky teeth—look out, they’re sharp and rough— And realize that for your age you haven’t half enough. And yet you jab what few you have with that red, curious tongue. And do not seem to care at all—so callous! And so young 1 It tun A FAILURE! Sixty-five per cent! And yet your chubby arms You reach out to your mother, just as if your baby charms Still had the power to call her, as they did when, wan and pale, She first beheld your tiny form—nor dreamed that you would Fail! Well, who knows but you may be right? Perhaps in her dim eyes You’re just as perfect as you were before you lost the Prize! * * » A lady in a woman who always re members others and never forgets her- . self. C. D. GIBSON. • * * "Why did she love him?" Curious fool, be still! Is human love The growth of human will? —BYRON. • * • The naked truth offends the most sacred prejudices of society. <■ # * Away, away from men and towns To the wildwood and the downs. >' To the silent wilderness. Where the soul need not repress It’s music lest it should ndt find An echo in another’s mind; While the touch of nature's art Harmonizes heart to heart. —SHELLEY. * • * Maiden Muslnga. The object of love may be eternal and everlasting—but the subject changes with pretty great frequency! After you have toiled up k long, steep hill in the pursuit of joy, it is rather startling to find yourself coming down n one long, swift glide. Memory is a queer creature. You never can tell what pebble she will . boose from among the treasures on the shore of life to enshrine among her priceless possessions. * * * They who wait no gifts from chance have conquered fate. —BROWNING. A Familiar Tune. A T a Christmas gathering at the house of an intimate friend a certain bish op was jocularly invited by the hostess to sing. He declined, saying that the following incident would fully indicate what were his talents in the realms of music: He was once journi ) through Pal estine, in company wi^ a very close acquaintance, and one evening, after he and his friend, who shared the tent with him, had retired to rest, the bishon began humming an old tune with plenty J of runs and repetition. His companion i joined in, and the two started a verse | of a well-known hymn. i Before the verse was ended a donkey just outside the tent brayed as only a donkey in the East can bray, and gave vent to the noise with the utmost extent of the lung power that he possessed. 1 While the hills of Judea were sending back the echoes of this most untimely performance, the Arab dragoman, ox; guide, put his head inside the tent, and, apologizing for his donkey, said; "Ha. you sing one tune he tink he know!" J EWELS and sequins arc coming into their own again. This graceful evening gown in the right hand picture with its jeweled over dress produces the slender silhouette so much in vogue. The foundation is of soft lined crepe char- ineuse, and the opalescent overdress is sewn on durable net. In midsummer the shops have sales of net robes and tunics at prices far lower than the midseason terms. A sum 11 dress pattern of pale pink or blue or < reamy crepe channelise and a dainty tunic will prepare you for an evening gown for next season that will look very chic and elegant and cost very little. Cool and dainty is other frock for midsum mer wear. A soft crepe that launders easily and does not crush is the most practical ma terial in which to develop it. Almost any woman can carry out the cm- broidered design of marguerites with outline sketch scrolls, “all-over” dots and eyelets. The lace insets of inch-wide Irish may be dispensed with in favor of a cheaper lace— Maltere for instance, lint the five tiny drap ing tucks with ball buttons of Irish lace at their centers are a very important feature in making this model slightly “different.” The button “motif” is carried out on blouse and upper skirt front, too. • • • • The Suit • • • i ur' HO < I at '—’ ye HOOSING a wife is a compar- atlvely easy matter," said the oung man in the new suit. Choosing a suit of clothes is a more serious and difficult affair. '•fVhen you buy a tailor-made suit you have no way of knowing what the cloth will look like when it is made up, and it will surprise you greatly. But you darkly suspect that rough goods will get gllsteny and fuzzy goods will lose its fuzz. "A ready-made suit is worse. You have to take a plum-colored suit to get a fit, and you know very well that your red head will look entirely too sympa thetic if worn with a plum-colored suit. But you do want a fit. " 'Isn't that coat fine on those shoul ders?’ says the clerk. You do not an swer. The symphony in colors has par alyzed you! "Gee! You didn’t know you looked WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love Some little girls were boasting of their respective families They had passed from clothes to personal appearance, and finally came to parental dignity. The minister’s little girl boasted: "Ijvery package that comes for my papa is marked ‘D.D.’ " "And every package that comes for my daddy is marked M.D.' " retorted the daughter* of the physician. Then followed a look of contempt from the youngest of the party. "Huh!" she exclaimed, "that's nothing; every pack age that comes to our house has three letters on it—'C. O. D.’ ’* • • • "I have such an indulgent husband," said little Mrs. Doll. "Yes, so George says,” responded Mrs. Spiteful. “Sometimes indulges a little too much, doesn’t he?" • • • Parson—Why do you persist in drink ing more than is good for you? • Toper—To drown my sorrows. Parson—And do you succeed'.’ Toper (sadly* No—they can swim. Smoothest, s* 10 $ Softest V a T alcum Powder'* L box Made \ - TALC ] 4 ~- Borate^. Delightfully Perlumed. White or Flesh Tint- Guaranteed pure by TALCUM PUFF CO., Miner: and Mamutmetmren Bush Terminal Bldg., Brooklyn, N. Y. Copyright, 1013. 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 ids permission. The American Play 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. There throbbed in her heart tor menting realization that there were in life possibUities infinitely more splendid than the joy of vengeance. She would not confess the truth even 10 her inmost soul, but the truth was there, and set her a-tremble with vague fears. Nevertheless, because she was in perfect health, and was much fatigued, her introspection did not avail to keep her awake, and within three minutes from the time she lay down she was blissfully un conscious of all things, both the evil and the good, revenge and love. The Inspector Calls. She had slept, perhaps, a half- hour, when Fannie awakened her. "It’s a man named Burke,” she ex plained, as her mistress lay blink ing. "And there's another man with him. They said they must see you.” By this time. Mary was wide awake, for the name of Burke, the police J inspector, was enough to startle her | out of drowsiness. "Bring them in. in five minutes." she directed. She got up, slipped into a \ea ! gown, bathed her eyes in cologne, i dressed her hair a little, and went into the drawing room, where the two men had been waiting for some- ] thing more than a quarter of an hour —to the violent indignation of both. "Oh. here you are, at last!” the big. I burly man cried as she entered. The t whole air of him. though he w as in civilian’s clothes, proclaimed the po liceman. "Y ogf. inspector.' Mary replied J pleasantly, as she advanced into the | room. She gave a glance toward the I other visitor, who was of a slenderer form, with a thin, keen face, and recognized him instantly as Pemar- est. who had taken part against her as the lawyer for the stdre at the time of her trial, and who was now holding the office of District Attor ney. She went to the chair at the desk, and seated herself in a leis urely fashion that increased the in dignation of tt\e fuming inspector. She did not trouble to ask her self- invited gpests to sit. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of this visit, inspector?" she remarked coolly. It was noticeable that she said whom and not what, as if slip under stood perfectly that the Influence of some person brought him on this er rand. "I have come to have a few quiet words with you," the inspector de clared. in a mighty voice that set ttie globes of the chandeliers a-quiver. Mary disregarded him. and turned to the other man. "How do you do. Mr. Demarest?” she said, evenly. "It’s four years since wo met. and they’ve made you Dis trict Attorney- since then. Allow me to congratulate you." Demarost’s keen face took on an expression of perplexity. ‘Tm puzzled," h< confessed. "There is something familiar, somehow, about you, and yet ’’ He scrutinized ap preciatively the loveliness of the girl with her classically beautiful face that was still individual in Us charm, the slim graces of the tall, lissome form. "1 should have remembered you I don’t understand it.” “You Are the Girl.” "Can’t you guess?” Mary ques tioned. somberly. "Search your mem ory. Mr. Demarest.” ('if a sudden, the face of the District Attorney lightened. "Why.” he exclaimed, "you are—it can’t be—yes—you are the girl, you’re the Mary Turner whom I—oh, I know’ you now." There was an enigmatic smile tending the scarlet lips as she an swered. "I'm the girl you mean. Mr. Deniar- cst, but. for tlie rest, you don’t know me—not at all.” The burly figure of the inspector of police, which had loomed motionless during this colloquy, now advanced a step, and the big voice b threatening. It was very rough and weighted with authority. "Young woman," Burke said, per- ( mptorily. "the Twentieth Century Limited leaves Grand Central Station at 4 o’clock. It arrives in Chicago at 8:55 to-morrow morning." He pulled a massive gold watch from his waist coat pocket, glanced at It, thrust it back, and concluded ponderously: "You will just about have time to catch that train." "Working for the New York Cen tral now?” she asked blandly. The jibe made the Inspector fu rious. “I’m working for the good of New York City," he answered venomously. Mary let a ripple of cadenced laughter escape her. "Since when?" she questioned. A little smile twisted the lips ol the District Attorney, but he caught himself quickly, and spoke with stern gravity. Burke Disdained a Chair. "Miss Turner, I think you will find that a different tone will serve you better.” "Ob. let her talk.’’ Burke inter jected angrily. “She's only got a few minutes, anyway." "Very well, then," she said genially, "let us be comfortable during that lit tle period.” She made a gesture of invitation toward chairs, which Burke disdained to accept; but Demarest seated himself. "You'd better be packing youf trunk.” the inspector rumbled. "But why?" Mary inquired, with a tantalizing assumption of innocence. "I’m not going away." "On the Twentieth Century Lim ited. this afternoon." the inspector declared, in a voice of growing wrath. "Oh dear, no!" Mary's assertion was made very quietly, but with an underlying firmness that irritated the official beyond endurance. "I say yes!" The answer was a bel low. Mary appeared distressed, not frightened. Her words were an ironic protest against the man s ob streperous noisiness, no more. "1 thought you wanted quiet words with me." . Burke went toward her, in a rage, itfek here, Moiiio——" he be gan harshly. On the instant. Mary w as on her feet, facing him and there was a gleam in her eybs as they met his that bade him pause. "Miss Turner, if you don’t mind." She laughed slightly. "For the pres ent, anyway.” She reseated herself tranquilly. "I'm giving you your orders. You will ettbar go to Chicago, or you’ll go up the river.” "If you can convict me. Pray, no tice that little word ‘if.’ ” "I did once, remember.” "But you can’t do it again,” Mary declared, with an assurance that ex cited the astonishment of the police official. "How do you know he can’t?' he bluutered. "Because," she replied gayly, "If he could he would have had me in prison some time ago." Burke winced but he made shift to conceal his realization of the truth she had stated to him. "Huh!” he exclaimed gruffly. "I’ve seen them go up pretty easy.” Mary met the assertion with a se renity that was baffling. "The poor ones,” she vouchsafed; "not those that have money. I have money, plenty of money—now.” "Money you rtole!" the Inspector returned, brutally. ’’Oh, dear, not" Mary cried with a fine show of virtuous indignation. "What about the thirty thousand dollars you got on that partnership swindle?” Burke asked, sneering. “I s' pose you didn’t steal that!” "Certainly not,” was the ready re ply. "The man advertised for a partner in a business sure to bring big and safe returns'. I answered. The busi ness proposed was to buy a tract of land and subdivide it. The deeds to the land were all forged, and the supposed seller was his confederate, with whom he was to divide the mon ey. We formed a partnership, with a capital of sixty thousand dollars We paid the money into the bank, and then at once I drew' it out. You 5*ee. he wanted too get my money illegal ly. but instead I managed to get his legally. For it was legal for me to draw that money—wasn’t it. Mr. Dem- arest?*’ To B« Continued Te-morrow. like that! You didn’t know your Adam’s apple stuck out so far. You knew that your nose was bad, but you didn’t know that it was awfully bad. Indeed, there seems to be no use in your buying a new suit, since you look like the double- dyed quintessence of homeliness, any way. "There are other reasons why you shouldn’t buy a suit. For example, you have conceived an undying hatred for the salesman. He is your natural ene my. All he wants is a chance to deal you a knockout blow' by selling you a suit that will make people jeer at you on the street. If the salesman had not buried your own coat under a lot of store coats you could get into it again and sneak out of the side door and run. But he has carefully arranged to prevent your escape. "So you must buy a suit. Still, the color of the one you choose doesn't please you, and the price doesn’t please you, and you are despondent and mad until your best girl sees you wearing the suit and says: ‘Oh, whav a per fectly be-yewtiful suit! Why, it makes you look like the hero in the moving pictures I saw last night.’ "Then you are deliriously happy and you go back and find that salesman and give him a cigar. At least, I’m going to." YOU ARE NOT WELL WHEN CONSTIPATED “Keep Your Bowels Open.” Doctors Estimate 75 Per Cent of Sickness Due to Torpid Liver. 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