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Some Real Secrets of Beautv
Told h\ Moit'. Una Cava Inti
fk FTER the long winter In town I
/-A Cel? th° need of n changi . In j - i
x *■. week 1 muiif up »i : bid t > dr
In on Caro! Xodtne for a llttie breath of
country air. She appeared astonished
when I drove up tej her house in the j
rickety old siation ba<^k
"How is this for a surprise party?” 1 J
asked gayly, as she met me at the door.
“I fear, Laid I**.” she answered, "that J
you'll be the more surprised of the two. j
Both children have the mumps and my i
maid was so afraid of catching it that I
she's gone away. Wait!” she called to
the hack driver, who, having deposited
my bags, was starting away, “Lucile.
have you ever had the mumps'"
i “Oh, yes. long ago," 1 replied.
1 So she waived to the driver to go on
and invited me into the house. How
ever, there was so little welcome in her
voire or manner that for a moment 1
was almost sorry I had come. Then 1
readied that she was worried and pre
occupied about the children, so 1 felt it
my duty to her to overlook her apparent
lack of hospitality.
When Tom catne home late in the aft
ernoon hit genial pleasure in findrng me
made up for any lukewarmness on
Carol’s part.
Something To Do.
"This la jolly,” he exclaimed. Then
he said how nice it was of me not to
run away when I discovered the family
plight.
“I'm hoping to be able to help Carol,”
1 told him. "Isn’t there something I
can do about dinner, dear’.” I asked,
turning to her.
"It would scarcely be wise for you to
venture Into the kitchen in ihat dress,
she said, glancing at the pretty pink
house gown I had put on after my nap.
"Oh, there’s nothing regal about this,"
1 assured her.
“■Very well, then, if you wish to do
something you may put on a big apron
and hull the strawberries.”
9 “Delighted!” I responded. But I think
it was inconsiderate of Carol to ask: me
to stain my fingers with strawberries,
when “she knows how careful 1 am with
my hands.
"Great Caesar!” Tom fairly shouted,
when he began to eat his desert.
“What’s on these strawberries?"
"Powdered sugar, of course,” said his
wife.
‘‘Powdered sugar, nothing. Carol! It
tastes more like soap.” He gulped down
a glass of water.
Carol tasted her berries. Why, this •
isn’t sugar,"%she declared. "It’s baking
■sepia.”
"How in the world did you happen to
& put soda on them?” asked Tom.
Must by dipping into the wrong jar.
1 , suppose." was the tart answer. She
glanced at me somewhat reproachfully,
but I did not feel that I was to be
blamed, as she should have told me more
explicitly just where to get the sugar.
’’That evening, while Carol was looking
} after the children, I taught Tom how to
play poker-patience, and he was so in
terested that w’e played until 11 o’clock.
Then Carol came downstairs in a dress
ing gow n and said that our laughter was
disturbing the children. She did not ap
pear in the least grateful to me for en
tertaining poor Tom, who would have
beenTonely and dismal, 1 am sure, had
i t not been for me.”
“If you’ll lend me your riding skirt,
Carol. I’ll set*forth on your horse to
explore the country,” I said the next
morning after Tom had left the house,
p.nd I foresaw nothing but a tiresome
rlay in prospect. However, the roads
were sc bad tty did not enjoy the
ride as much av nad expected, and.
coming home. 1 made a short cut
through some private places to avoid
the worst of the mud. An I was gal
loping across a. pretty little stretch of
green an old man. who was raking it,
demanded if .1 didn’t know 1 was on a
tennis court.
"He was a picturesque figure,” I said
to Card when I told her of the incident,
* with his white hair and w-hite beard,
but as dictatorial as if he owned the
entire country.’ 1
1 "He does pretty nearly,” she replied.
"He amuses himself by taftiifg care of a
part of his own grounds, and the tennis
court is his special pride. I’m so sorry,
Lueile. that you rode over it. I hope he
isn't offended, for Tom is trying awfully
lhard to get the contract for some new
buildings of his. It does seem as if
everything was going wrong.” Then she
began to cry nervously without any
, ^thought of how I must feci.
The Scat Way.
\ "Perr.aps." 1 said a little stiffly, “it
Would be best for me to go back to towm,
Carol. I’m afraid you’re not enjoying
vny visit."
I “Well, frankly, Lucile, 1 believe it
Would be wise,” she said, with sudden
Cheerfulness. "W’e should all have a
mjuch pleasanter time if you were to
come later when the children are well
afod I have a maid.”
I I was not sorry to leave, for I was
paving a hopelessly dull time. Still T
Certainly was surprised when .Carol
Speeded my departure In that cool way.
1, wonder how ar y one as brusque and
tactless as Carol is manages to retain
her friends.
Sifted.
' I was out motoring
f "Sc.?”
"Yes. and I came t
Could fine nr» means
machine over."
'Well, whtit did you d
"Oh. ! jirarc tat down
it oyt.”
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of Adventure, Inlringe and Love
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
convict friend of Mary’s at Burnsing,
sees good ‘‘possibilities" for her in the
world of crime. Upon Mary’s re
lease she is continually hounded end
in desperation throws herself into
the North River. Joe Garson, a for
ger. rescues her and keeps her and
'ggie in luxury, though living chaste
lives. Mary becomes the leader of a
hand of swindlers, robbing only the
unscrupulous and keeping always
"within the law." Gilder's son, Dldk.
meets and loves Mary, who seeks to
wreak ve ngeahee on the father
through the son. She marries him.
"English Eddie” Griggs is intro
duced into the story. He tells of the
stealing* of £300,000 worth of tapes
tries and intimates that he knows
where they can be found. Though
' English Eddie” tells her the tapes
tries were smuggled into the coun
try and that the owner, who turns
out to be her sworn enemy, Glider,
dare not “squeal.” Mary decides his
proposition is not strictly "within the
iaw.” Mary and Garson then discuss
the probability of their being forced
o abandon their blackmailing game
by the pblice. Garson displays a re
voiver equipped with a Maxim si
lencer and smokeless cartridges.
While Mary is waiting for her hus
band, Inspector Burke and the law
yer, Demarest, now prosecuting at
torney, call and demand that she
leave me city at once She displays
an injunction preventing them from
molesting her. As they parley, old
oan (Rider arrives. He demands that
Mary give up his son, evidently not
knowing the two are wedded. Now
the moment Mary has lived for has
arrived. The hour of her revenge has
struck. Dick enters. Mary commands
him to tell his father of their mar
riage. and lie does. Ami Mary’s re
venge is complete. The inspector tells
Dick that Mary has "done time” and
Mary admits It.
Now Go on With the Story
Copyrighl, 1913. bv the 11. K. Fly Com
pany. The play ‘‘Within the Law" is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelization of it is published by hty»
permission. The Americai> Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex-
elusive rights of the representation
;md performance of “Within the Law’”
in all languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER,
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
At last Gilder was restored in a
meau re to his self-possession. He
spoke with the sureness of a man of
wealth, confident that money will
salve any wound.
"How much?” Jie asked, baldly.
.Mary smiled an inscrutable smile.
"Oh, I don’t need money,’’ she said. I
carelessly. “Inspector Burke will tell
you how easy it is for me to get it.” I
Gilder looked at her with a newly
dawning respect; then his shrewdness
suggested a retort. *
Mary Laughed. ^
"Do you want my son to learn what
you are?” he said
Mary laughed. There was some
thing dreadful in that burst of spu
rious amusement.
"Why not ? ’ she answered. "I'm
eadv to tell him myself.”
Then Gilder show ed the true heart
the other day.”
j of him, in which
love for hi> boy was
! before all rNc.
Ho found himself
fj a river, but
wholly hi a less
before the woman'.*-
of getting my
i in’ xpectf'd jeply
ant him to know," he
“Bu; I don’t w,
md thought
NEURALGIA
r AND LAGRIPPE
stammered. "Why. I’ve spared the
,ov all his life If he really loves you
—it will ”
At that moment the son himself en-
iered hurriedly from the hallway. In
us eagerness he saw no one save the
voman whom he loved. At His en-
iiame Mary rose and moved back
ward a step involuntarily, in sheer
surprise over his coming. ev**n though
she had known he must come—per
haps from some other emotion, deep
er, hidden as yet even from himself.
The young man. w ith his wholesome
face alight with tenderness, went
swiftly to her. while the other three
men stood silent, motionless^ abashed
by the event. And Dirk took Mary’s
hand in a warm clasp, pressing it ten
ded y. %
“I didn’t see father,” he said, hap-
1 pilv, “hut 1 left him a note on his
I desk at the office
i Then, somehow, the surcharged at-
I niosphere penetrated his conscious-
• ness, and he looked around to see his l
father standing grimly opposite him.
But there was no change in his ex
pression beyond a more radiant smile
"Hello, dad!” he cried, joyously.
Then you got my note?"
The voice of the older man came
with a sinister force and saturnine.
"No, Dick, 1 haven’t had any note.’
“Then, why ?” The young man
broke off suddenly. He was become
aware that here was something ma
lignant, with a meaning beyond his
present understanding, for he saw the
inspector and Demarest, and he knew
the two of them for what they were
officially.
A Pawn in the Game.
"What are they doing here?" he de
manded suspiciously, staring at the
\ W’O.
“Oh, never mind them.” Mary said.
There was a malevolent gleam in her
violet eyes. This was the recompense
of which she had dreamed through
soul-tearing ages. "Just tell your fa
ther your news, Dick."
The young man had no comprehen
sion of the fact that he was only a
pawn in the game. He spoke with
simple pride.
"Dad, we’re married. Mary and I
were married this morning."
Always, Mary stared with her eyes
steadfast on the father. There was
triumph in her gaze. This was the
vengeance for which she had longed,
for which she had ploL.d, the ven
geance she had at last achieved. Here
was her fruition, the period of her su
premacy.
Gilder himself seemed dazed by the
brief sentence.
"Say that again." he commanded.
Mary rejoiced to make the knowl
edge sure.
"I married your son thi.«i morning."
she said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "I
married him. Do you quite under
stand. Mr. Gilder? I married him.”
In that insistence lay her ultimate
compensation for untold misery. The
father stood there wordless, unable to
find speeceh against this calamity that
had befallen him.
It was Burke who offered a diver
sion. a crude interruption after his
own fashion.
"It’s a frame-up,” he roared. He
glared at the young man. “Tell your
father it ain't true. Why, do yjou know
what she is? She’s done time.” Hi*
paused for an instant, then spoke in a
voice that was brutally menacing.
’’And, by G , she’ll do it again!”
The young man turned toward his
bride. There was disbelief, hope, de
spair, in his face, which had grown
older by years with the passing of the
seconds.
"It’s a lie. Mary,” he said. “Sav
it’s a lie!” He seized her hand pas
sionately.
There was no quiver in her voice <•-
she answered. She drew hf*r hani
from his clasp and spoke evenly.
"It’s the truth. "
"It’s the truth!” the young man re
peated. incredulously
The Son Interrupted.
"It is 'the truth.” Mary said, firmly^
"1 have served three years in prison.'
There was a silence of a minut* ,
that was like years. It was the father j
who broke it, and now his Voice was |
become tremulous.
"I wanted to save you, Dick. That’s
why I came.”
The son interrupted him violently.
"There’s a mistake—there must be."
It was Demarest who gave an offi
cial touch to the tragedy of the mo
ment.
"There's no mistake." he said. There
was authority in his statement.
"There is, I tell you!” Dick cried,
horrified b\ this conspiracy of defa
mation. He turned his tortured face
to his bride of a day.
"Mary,” he said, huskily, "there is
a mistake.” *
Something in her face appalled him.
He was voiceless for a few terrible
instants. Then he spoke again, more
beseechingly.
"Bay there’s a mistake."
Mary preserved her poise. Yes —
she must not forget! This was th^
hour of her triumph. What mattered
it that the honey of it was as ashes n
her mouth? She spoke with a sim
plicity that admitted no denial.
"It's all quite true.”
The man who had so loved her, so
trusted her, was overwhelmed by the
revelation. He stood trembling for a
moment, tottered, almost it seemed
would have fallen, but presently
steadied himself and sank supine'y
into a chair, where he sat in impotent
suffering.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
♦
TXOfO COVtXlC.H 1 !
1919 2>v rvis X JC
By MME. LINA CAVALIERI.
The Distinguished Grand Opera Prima
Donna and World-famous Beauty.
\ J OU have brought yourself safely
through winter with its disfig
uring colds and its many aids
to fleshmaking found on the tables at
which you have eaten. You have es
caped spring and its coarsening of thv3
skin and drying of the hair, caused by
its cold, high winds. Summer ap
proaches and I want to talk to you
for a few minutes on how to avoid the
perils to beauty that are peculiar to
that season.
The beauty destroyer of summer is
dust—dust, which, flying through the
air. lodges in the pores of your face
and forms blackheads and pimples;
dust, which s.ttles upon your hair,
dulling its luster, and gathers about
the hair roots, choking them and
causing the hair to fall. Make a
resolution at once, and let it be: "I
will guard against beauty-destroying
dust.”
You can only do this by great
vigilance, but you have long ago
learned that vigilance is the price of
ocaiiiv. 1 mignt express my \Vishes
for you in this respect in other ways,
but I choose to so put it that you will
remember it. Keep clean. Fight dust
with cleanliness.
It is not always possible to run
home and wash your face when it has
been perspiring. You may be on the
golf links or you may have been wait
ings long time in an office. You can
remove the perspiration from the fa v
by dampening your handkerchief with
a little witch hazel, with rose water
or eau de cologne, which you can
carry in a tiny bottle in your wrijt
bag. Do not use water on the face
: hat has been scorched by the burning
rays of the sun. The effect is to
coarsen the skin and cause w rinkles.
Uhanse it before retiring with plenti
ful applications of one of the oils I
have so often recommended or with
your favorite cold cream.
The hair will also need greater at
tention in summer. It will need more
fr ouent shampoos, especially if the
#calp perspires If you have "washed
,uji .l.i r twice a month, it will
probably need a weekly shampoo in
summer. Wash it whenever it needs
it. Your hair brush will tell the story.
If your sca'p has been perspiring free
ly and you have not a chance to
shampoo t at once, rub alcohol into
the roots to dry the scalp. Perspira
tion, drying upon tlie hair leaves the
same deposit I described upon the
face arid is as inimical to it. If it
keeps the hair in a state of moisture,
the hair rots and the weakened roots
permit it to fall.
Wished He Hadn’t.
"Yod see.” he exclaimed, as he showed
her the wishbone of the Christmas tur
key, “you take hold there and I take hold
tere. Then we must both make a wish
and pull, and when it breaks the one
who has the bigger part of it will have
his or her wish gratified."
"But I don’t know what to wish for,”
she protested.
“Oh, you can think of something, he
said.
“No. I can’t." she replied "I can’t
think of anything ! w*ant very much.”
"Well, I'll wish for you”’ he exclaimed.
“You really w*sb for me?" she asked
"Well, then, there’s no use fooling with
the old wishbone," c ’-h° nterrupted. with
a glad smile. "You can have me ”
The Manicure
Lady
By WILLIAM F KIRK
{{’IT Til VT'S the matter now.
Y\ George?" asked the Mani
cure Lady as she glanced
at the Head Barber's long face
"You look as though you had Just
dreamed tnct there would never be
no more racing at all. Is the folks
sick, or ain't the tips coming regular
this morning, or what?”
"Everything 1s breaking bad for
me.” replied the Head Burner. "The>v
was an old gambler that used to **u>
w hen he was losing at poker. 'Some
t!me« the cards run that way fo»
weeks and 'hen the> turn around
and run worse!’ Well, thai's the win
things are with me. The rent is du*
to-morrow ,md I'm ten dollars shy oi
thet. The grocer looks at me kind •
North Polev when 1 drop, in to giv«
him .an order nowadays, and th*
butcher has lost his Dutch ’••mile an*
seems to be growing peaked thinking
about my little bill. I know every
thing is going to turn out all righ'
but 1t makes me feel blue sometime 1
t« think that I hadn't got a nice fa
bang account Instead of all the time
skating on thin ice”
"So you think you are in hard luck
do you?” said the Manicure Lad
"You poor thing, you. What If j.
should go jnto a slow’ decline? Georg
us people that is all the time com
plaining ami '-Tuning about being u:
again*: it don’t know half of th
thousand reasons ve have for belli**
thankful. 1 wish you had been w 1 ’’
me yesterday afternoon If you b. -
been there and saw what I seen.’
guess* 1 wouldn’t be heading no m o
bard-luck talk from you.
Broke a Heel.
"I broke part of one of my high
heels off yesterday when 1 was run
ning to catch a car and stopped in to
see a dabbler and have the stilt fix°ri.
It was a dingy little dump on Sixth
Avenue, abou* as poverty-struck a
place as I have ever saw.
"The cobbler wap a little German
feller and the first thing 1 noticed was
that he was paralyzed an both legs
His little boy had to do all the fetch
ing and carrying for him When I
a.«ked him how long he had been that
way he said three years. He said he
could remember that it was three
years because it happened about the
time that he lost his oldest boy. He
told me all he had left was the little
fellow in the shops and hie invalid
wife out in the back room. She hadn’t
been able to move from her bed for
over a year, and would never be abD
to move again! He didn’t tell me ad
this complaining like either. He said
it kind of patient, because he seen
that I wanted to know, not because he
was looking for charity. He wouldn't
have took none, because he wasn't
tha - kind of a little sport.
"Say, George, what do you think?
That little shoemaker was working
away on my shoe and he began whist
ling a little German waltz tune!
Think of it, George—he w as whistling
at his work!"
"I don't see nothing remarkable
about that,” remarked the Head Bar
ber.
A Wonderful Sight.
"You don’t see nothing remarkable
about anything except the third race
at Pimlico,” snapped the Manicure
Lady. “Why. man. think of it* There
was a human being with as little to
be thankful for as a blind dog. and as
much to be sad about as one of the
Manchester martyrs—and he was
whistling! He seen that I noticed
him. and explained that he always
whistled a little to make him cheer up
and remember that he could work'
He charged me 15 cents for the iob
and wouldn't take no more, but I
managed to slip his llt.le kid a aoilar
on the way out. Why don't you try
whittling a TittTo. George? Heavens
knows you ain’t in no hard luck!"
The Mistakes of Jennie By
Being a Series of Chapters in the Lite of a Southern Girl
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Up-to-Date
Jokes
w H s
When Professor Rokitanski. of Vi
enna. was asked if he had any sons
he answered, “Four.”
“And what professions have they
chosen ?”
“Two howl and two heal,” was the
laconic reply.
A couple of his sons were public
singers and the other two were doc
tors.
CHAPTER V
HEX Jennie got home that
ght she told her boarding
house keeper she was going
out the next day - being Sunday—
with Tom. They were going into the
country and have dinner at some lit
tle Inn that Tom knew about. So the
next morning she hurried out *o
where she was to meet THE MAN.
He was waiting for her with a big
'ouring car and a chauffeur to drive
it. And Jennie, in her plain little
white dress, couldn't help but look in
wide-eyed wonder at such luxury and
grandeur, and could hardly realize
that she was going to ride In it all day
long.
THE MAN helped her in. and was
very careful to arrange the robes
"just so,” and explained to her ;t
would never do for his little "pal" to
get echilled.
Oo-! Golly! Thought Jennie, this !s
"Where have you been. Frank?"
In Manchester.’
"What were you doing there?"
"I ran a photograph gallery.”
"Did you get anything to do?”
"Well, 1 should say I did. 1 pul
out a sign. ’Babies taken here.’ and better t ban the taxicab—and the
next morning there were four of them cushions were so soft and “comfy
left on the doorstep.” ;', nd ,hev rol, " d “ n «"<> "»■ "n ,:!
I early afternoon, when they came to
doing ! th<? quaintest looking little hotel that
nestled in the trees by the side of the
• road. And THE MAN said they were
i going to have the daintiest luncheon
| that Jennie ever tasted. The landlord
bowed and smiled, and seemed very
is
Go rat—W
now ?
Fish—Oh
menagerie.
Gorst—Pretty hard work, isn’t H ?
Fish—Hard work? No; he’s noth
Simpson
traveling with
happy to see* THE MAN, •and’ ushered
1" hi. head into | thT-li into p'r -a,; room whn '
1 mouth t\r On a I B V
The Spoils
lion’s mouth twice a day
the matter?
You
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{ { ETWEEN my wife and my dog
I have a pretty hard time,’’
said the head of the house
hold. "Both are always bringing home
things that I have to dispose of. My
wife gets them at bargain sales and
auctions and such places as that. But
where my dog gets his treasures
heaven knows!
"We have a garret and a cellar full
of things that my wife has bought
that are utterly useless. There lias
never been any other way of dispos
ing of her wares. Lois of times I
can’t even figure out what they are
for, and I don’t believe my wife
knows. They are Oriental sometimes.
Aztec and Indian occasionally—but
always they are a puzzle.
"The dog does the same sort of
thing, although his conquests are us
ually recognizable, and once be
Brought me a pair of perfectly good
trousers! In the pockets were seven
ty-five cents and a beer check, all of
which proved acceptable.
"On another occasion my know ledge
: <>f anatomy enabled me to classify my
dog's trophy as the dressed carcass
• if a sheep. He was very proud of
!that find.
"As is the way with all profession
als. my dog and my wife can never
see any virtue in each other’s win
nings. He sniffs at her Japanese* cot
ton crepe aeroplane holder for all the
world as if it were a bar of soap, and
her receptable for meteors is about
as interesting to him as a brush and
comb.
"My wife is equally unresponsive.
In fact, she is mllitantly opposed to
my dog’s discoveries. For exam ole,
when he proudly strutted Into the
drawing room, where my wife was
entertaining ihe Elinor-Glyn Literary
Society, and displayed there a sec
tion of a cow’s bat kbone. my wife
raised a scream of horror in which
all of her guests joined.
"So embarrassed did the poor dog
become that he dropped the prize
and retired in confusion. Then my
wife gathered up the backbone with
a pair of double embossed Louis XIV
coal tongs, that otherwise mignt
have gone forever unused, and car
ried it out* I don't know but that
she employed the tongs in hitting
the poor dog over the head. But
even so, that does not count in sum
ming up the tongs' usefulness for it
was not a legitimate purpose for
w hlch to up® them. A broom or a
comet eradicator would have done
lust as well,”
First Pat—Wot’s
look broken-hearted.
Second Pat—And so I nm 1 was
a-siltin' 'ere in thi-- bar. dozin' and
dreamin’. when a bloke came in an
ordered drinks ‘round for everybody
three times—and I slept through it
all! *
Just Dogs
“NT
OTHING is more like a man
than a dog is,” declared the
candy store proprietor. "I’m
just like a dog myself I even know
what a dog is thinking more than half
the time when T am watching him.
“Yesterday I saw a dog a block and
a half away. 1 knew at once that some
thing was wrong with him. He had a
sneaky, uncomfortable look. He hung
his head As I passed him the dog
hailed me after the fashion of fellows
of the same guild and with the same
spirit of comradeship:
“Suddenly—‘IDanny!’ The word of re
proof smote the air. Danny had known
all the time that the woman who owned
him was watching him. waiting for a
chance to give him a rebuke. 'That's
why he had the famous hangdog ex
pression. He knew that it was im
possible for him to keep free from
scolding I knew how he felt
“Some dogs are very particular not
to speak to you until you have spoken
to them first. There Is a scraggy dog
that conies to our house from time to
lime, visits for a few days, and then
departs, either to go home or to visit
somewhere else. We may not see him
again for a month or six weeks.
••Just the othy day he appeared at
our house. The kids were playing on
the porch and didn't see him. He saun
tered into the yard in a casual sort of
way and lay down on the law n. watching
the children with a ver> alert expres
sion.
“Finally one of them saw him and
cried. ‘Why, there's Baba!' That is our
name for him. since we do not know
his real name
"At this greeting Babs tore up the
porch steps and nearly wiggled himself
into a frazzle in hie delight I am like
that.
"A dog is very bitter in his hatred
of flies, fleas, cats and firecrackers He
hates like sin to have to get ^ut of the
wav of an automobile, and music and
carpet dust nearly kill him. He is so
ilka mm in theee things.”
table was all set as if waiting for
them; And everything had an air of
being prearranged. But Jennie was
so happy she didn’t notice it. or th.;
side glances of understanding between
the landlord and THE MAN - as If he
had been there many times before.
THE MAN ordered cocktails. in,d it
tasted so warm and nice to Jennie
that she didn’t say no, when THE
MAN asked her to have another one
before they ate their luncheon. After
the second one. Jennie felt so happy
she wanted to sing and laugh both at
the same time, and didn’t quite real
ize at first when THE MAN held her
tight in his arms and was kissing
her.
* * * * *
An hour or two after Jennie had
left the house that morning Tom came
over for her to go out with him to
spend Sunday Hs they both had be
come accustomed to do. Jennie’s
boarding house friend was greatly
surprised when she saw Tom—for
Jennie had told her she was going
out with Tom that day.
Tom told her there had b'*en no
definite arrangement made, hut had
I just come over to call for Jennie
the same as he had always done. An 1
then Jennie's friend realized for t.h°
first time that the little girl had lit 1
to her.
HAL GOFFMAN.
fTo B« Continued.)
* Well Versed.
Lord Dufferin delivered an address be
fore the Greek ( lass of the McGill 1 ni-
:e • ity. about w r hlch a reporter wrote:
"His Lordship spoke to the class in
he purest ancient Greek, without mis-
prcnouncirig a word or making the
'■lightest grammatical solecism."
“Good heavens!" remarked Sir Hector
I.angevin to the late Sir John A. Mac
Donald, "how did the reporter know
• ha t ?”
"I told him,” was the Conservative
statesman's answer.
“But you don't know Greek."
“True; but I know a little about poli-
Do You Know
Thai—
The Canadian Parliament is one of
the few Parliaments in the world
where speeches in two languages are
allowed. This, of course, is due to
the large French and English ele
ments in Canada. For instance, when
the Canadian House of Commons is
sitting in committee, should a French-
Canadian start to address the House
in French, you may see the English
chairman retire from hip seat and
allow* a French chairman to take nis
place. Ir» the »nme manner the offi
cial English reporters cease work and
a staff of French shorthand writers
begin.
Owing, to the frequency of weak
excuses for leave of absence from
work many employers have framed
a special code of rules to govern days
off. The fes.»-ving are the regula
tions of one fii\ 1. One day off for
funeral of any relative where death
certificate is produced. 2. All mar
riages and honeymoons to be ar
ranged during annual holidays or n.n
at all. 3 The burying of more than
three unrlea or aunts a year not ac
cepted as an excuse for absence. 4.
For s ckness where it is proved days
off allowed."
The Kaiser hay adopted a novel
style of displaying the royal standard
on his motor t ars. A fi$«- on which
are emblazoned the words, “God with
us.” will be painted on transparent
glass, which will be electrically il
luminated at night when he is in iha
car. so that it will toe recognized a
long way off.
A Matter of Observation.
LexLon Sake entered the room
and critically examined the sur
roundings. Then suddenly his eye
lighted on the clew* for which he
sought.
"Aha!” he exclaimed. “It was from
a hole somewhere in this room that
the mouse emerged!"
His companion opened his eyes wide
in wonderment; then
"Your power of scent," he remark
ed, "is positively marvelous, Blexton."
"Power of scent be bothered," re
plied the great detective. "Can’t you
soe the heel-marks of a woman’s shoe
on this chair—eh?”
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