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I The Deadliest Weapon of All Up-to-Date Jokes Midsummer Confections ^ By QLIVET T E A Charming Day Dress and a Magnificent Evening Gown By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX their use of pistol* and knives. To purchase poisons requires a physi cian s prescription or personal identifi j cation But there is a deadly weapon , which jeopardizes the health, reason an«i ; morality of young and old, yet which | seems to he easily procured of any drug- cut, h> any youth. girl. or »tr*nger. a h bo* of chocolate <lr<n», or a glaes of ■ soda This more than deadly instrument is , the hypodermic needle. It is a ■surgeon’s instrument, and of j great value to the world in the hands ; of skilled specialist*. It often relieves | otherwise unbearable agonies of the sick • and dying But even in the hands of the doctor it i is a menace to the health and absolute reason of patients unless the mind of j the physician is well poised, and his j sense of responsibility fully awake. But how terrible becomes this delicate i and inexpensive weapon when it falls j into the possession of a weak-willed j youth, or a young girl, or a despondent j man or woman who has become discour aged by Illness or sorrow or misfortune and seeks temporary relief from mental i or physical pain through the needle ! point! The result Is far worse than sudden j or early death, for the loss of the physi cal body must eventually come in the ! process of the evolution of the soul In : Its progress to other planes. Rut the ■ loss <*f the WILL 1* the direst disaster , which can befall a human being The will is the divine power which j links each sou! to the Great flource of j Being Suicide of the Soul. Through the development of the will and a consciousness of It* relation to: Omnipotence, man enters into his own 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 i veins the cardinal sin of murder is com mitted murder of the real self! Suicfidc * of the soul. The victim and criminal In one doee not die soon as a result of his crim'* He lives on and on a mere body, from which the divine i»cing of self, by will has been ejected at the point of the h\ podermic ’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 exlsta it is not enforced! to protect the young, the igno rant <*r the impressionable from the pur chase and use of this instrument. It would appall the parents of the lard if they knew to what extent tin deadly weapon is employed Good people who are waging worthy war aguinst drink, cigarettes and social ains. would be amazed if they knew that in their own circle, oft times in their own families, the poor victims of the hvpo- dermis needle were dwelling, and that . no voice and no law forbade the ac- j cursed habit or render it difficult to nc- <JUi><-. Wfcy Not Protect? We have innumerable institutions dowered by generous philanthropists for the cure of these victims But why do ' we not rise in united strength and pass ' and enforce with untiring vigilance laws t«* PROTECT the young, the 111. the< weak, from needing treatment in these 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 tlm ad- | ministration of chloroform or ether. In tlie hands of a wise, kind, large- minded. skilled specialist, it may serve a holy purpose of mercy. In the hands of the uninstruoted. it is j the devil’s tool. Keep it away from such hands. Eating by Rule ■3 /r—S SATING used to be one of the pleasures of life at our house." said the law student. When the dinner bell rang, we all used tft make a rush for the tab!-* and just eat and talk and enjoy our selves But It it different now. Eat ing has become a very serious matte: My aister 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 *nd. 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 'esson at the domestic science achool, 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, whim 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 dree®, 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 atones, which is embarrassing, especially if one is fond of olives, and the stone? begin to accomuiate 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 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 sociai rival has more cut glass than you, or is rather outshining you in the elab orateness of her dinner." THE FAILURE Being the Song, of the Babe 7hat YOU Loce 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 oil, 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. 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 Snap Shots By LILLIAN LAUFERTY. Sing a song o’ Spring-time, or sing a song o’ Fail; You’ll have to sing because it’s Spring •t ight days, sweet nights will lure and call; . lie world takes anything at all \nd tosses it with joy so me {ling -oh, yes, all life must have its fling— And birds und brooks and poets sing, because 'tis Spring! * * * A lady i: 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 not find An echo in another's mind; While the touch of nature’s art Harmonizes heart to heart. —SHELLEY. * * * Maiden Musing*. The object of love may be eternal and everlasting—but the subject changes with pretty great frequency! After you have toiled up a long, steep II in the pursuit of joy. it is rather -Hurtling 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 xho.e of life to enshrine among her nriceless possessions. * * * They who wait no gifts from chance have conquered fate. -BROWNING. A Familiar Tune. X— pfeyMa iTa m A FAILURE! Sixty-five per cent! And yet your chubby arms You reach out to your mother, just asif 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 hut you may be right? Perhaps in her dim eyes You’re just as perfect as you were before you lost the Prize! AT a Christmas gathering at the 1 of an intimate friend a certain house in 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 journeying through Pal estine, in company with a very close acquaintance, and one evening, after be and his friend, who shared the tent w ‘h him. had retired to rest, ti t bisih ,> began humming an old tu. v. ith pTumy of runs and repetition. His compand n joined in. and the two started a vetvo of a well-known hymn. Before the verse was ended a cb . . v just outside the tent brayed as only :« .donkey, in the East can bray and gave 1 vent to the noise with the uti jest ext<n. 1 of the lung power that he posses ed. While the hills of .Hidea were sendfr;: j hack the echoes of this most uni .eiy performance, the Arab dragoman, or ; guide, put his head inside the tent, and, apologizing for his donkey, said: "Ha, you sing one tune he tink he 1 know!" J EWELS and sequins are coming inlo th(*ir 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 ehar- meuse, and the opalescent overdress is sewn on durable net. In midsummer the shops have sales of net robes and tunica at: prices far lower than the midseason terms. A small dress pattern of pale pink or blue or creamy crepe charmeuse 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 em 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— Alaltere for instance. But 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.” Tile button “motif” is carried out on blouse and upper skirt front, too. The Suit HOOSINd a wife is a compar atively easy matter,' 1 said the young man in the new suit. "Choosing a suit of clothes is a more serious and difficult affair. "When you buy a tailor-made suit you have no way of knowing what the cloth will look Jlke 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 w r ant a fit. 'isn’t that coat fine on those shoul ders?" says the clerk. You do not an swer. The symphofiy tn colors has par. alyzed you! "Gee! You didn't know you looked WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love like that! Y’ou 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 Drice 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 respective fa millet from clothes to personal appearance, and finally came to parental dignity. The minister’s little girl boasted: "Every package that come? for my papa is marked *1>I* " "And every package that comes for my daddy is marked Ml).’ ’’ retorted the daughter of the physician. Then follow ed a look of contempt from the youngest of the party. "Huh!" she exclaimed, "that's nothing; every pack age that t omes to our house has three letters on it *C. O. D.’ • * • "I have such an indulgent hugband, 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 t sadly)—No—they can swim. Smoothest, 10 Softest \ cl T alcum Powder\ box Made - .. Boraied. Delightfully Perfumed. White or Flesb Tint. Guaranteed pure by TALE U^' PUFF CO.. Miners end Kanafaclarert . crminal Bldg., Brooklyn, N. Y. Copyright, 1013, by the H. K. Fly Com* pan\ The play "Within the Law" is copyrighted by Mr. Veillor and this novel!/.ation of it is published by his permission. The American Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex clusive rights of tiie representation and performance of "Within the Law” in all languages. By MARVIN DANA from the Play by BAYARD VEILLER. TO-DAY’S INSTALL!! ENT. There throbbed in her heart tor menting realization that there were in life possibilities infinitely more splendid than the joy of vengeance. I She would not confess the truth even to her inmost soul, but the truth was there, and set her a-tremble with vague fears. Nevertheless, because j 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- I conscious of all things, both the evil I and the good, revenge and love. i 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 tiie name of Burke, the police ! inspector, was enough to startle her 1 of i.'liAY;- !(*,• ♦ Bring them In. in five minutes," she directed. ! She gut up. slipped into a tea ' gown, bathed her eyes in cologne, ! dressed her hair a little, and went I 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. j burly man cried as she entered. The 1 whole air of him, though he was in I civilian's clothes, proclaimed the po liceman. "Yes. inspector,'" Mary replied j pleasant if* as she advanced into the ' room. Shtj gave a glance toward the 1 other visitor, who was of a slenderer form, v.lith a thin, keen face, and recognized him instantly as Demar- • st. who had taken part against her as the lawyer for the store 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- urel\ fashjon that increased the in dignation of the fuming inspector. She did not trouble to ask her self- invited guests 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, a? if she 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 sel the globes of the ehandellers 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 we met. and they’ve made you Dis trict Attorney since then. Allow me to congratulate you.” Demarest's keen face took on an expression of perplexity. "I'm puzzled.” he 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 Its charm, the slim graces of the tall, lissome form. “I should have remembered you. 1 don’t understand it.” You Are the Girl.” c'iin i you guess?" Mary ques tioned, somberly. "Search your mem ory. Mr. Demarest.” Of a sudden, the face of the District Attorney lightened. "Why." he exclaimed, “you are—it * a n't bo—yes—you are the girl, you're ihe Mary Turner whom I—oh. I know’ you now.” I There was tending the s\t end, "I'm the girl you mean. Mr. Demar- I est. hut. for th»- rest, you don't know i me—not at all.” The burly figure of thv inspector of : police, which had loomed motionless J during this colloquy, now- advanced a step, and the big voice boomed an enigmatic smile scarlet lips ns she an- threatening. It was very rough and weighted with authority. "Young woman." Burke said, per emptorily. "the Twentieth Century Limited leaves Grand Central Station at 4 o’clock. It arrives in Chicago at 8:66 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?” 6he questioned. A little smile twisted the lips of 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 r different tone will serve you better." "Oh. 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 your 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 w rath. "Oh dear, no!” Mary’s assertion was made very quietly, but with an underlying firmness that irritated the official beyond endurance. "I say ye?!’’ The answer was a bel low. Mary appeared distressed. not frightened Her word* were an ironic protest against the man's ob streperous noisiness, no more I thought you wan (Jed quiet words w ith .me." 4 Burke went toward her. in a rage. ’ Now, look here, Moliie " he be gan harshly. On the instant, Mary was on her feet, facing him and there was a gleam in her eyes 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 either go to Chicago, or you’ll go up the river.” "If you can convict me. Pray, no tice that little word ‘if.’ " "1 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 blustered. "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 w r as baffling "The poor ones," she vouchsafed; "not those that have money. I have money, plenty of money—now.” "Money you stole!" the Inspector returned, brutally. "Oh. dear, no!” Mary cried with a fine show of virtuous indignation. "What about the thirty thousand dollars you got on that partnership swindle?" Burke asked, sneering. "1 s’pose you didn’t steal that!" "Certainly not." was the ready re- pl>. The man advertised for a partner in a business sure to bring big and safe return? 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 sixtj r thousand dollars We paid the money into the bank, and then at once I drew it out. You s^ee. he wanted too get my money illegal ly. but instead I managed to get hi? legally. For it was legal for me to draw that money—wasn't it, Mr. Dem- arest?" To Be Continued To-morrow. you go back and find and give him a cigar, going to." that salesman At least. I’nt YOU ARE NOT WELL WHEN CONSTIPATED the; Freezer Ice Hist Crankless "Keep Your Bowels Open. Doctors Estimate 75 Per Cent of Sickness Due to Torpid Liver. Some undigested food is left in the stomach daily, which the liver should clear away. A heavy or unusual diet, or a change in water, may cause the liver to leave a few particles to press and clog and the nekt day more are left over. So this waste accumulates, clogging stomach and intestines, and caus ing constipation. That is not all. 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