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t By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. WAIT A WHILE. P)KAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am 22, and have been keep ing company with a certain ^irl for six weeks. At first it seemed love at first sight, but lately she has grown cold. I buy her candy and flowers and try to please her, and her parents have taken a lik ing to me. But she now assumes an indifferent air. Do you think my proposal would be accepted? 1 am madly in love with her S. S. Has it occurred to you that she may have grown tired of seeing so much of you? Try an application •of that old adage, “absence makes the > heart grow fonder.” In any event, a proposal after an acquaintance of only six weeks is apt to be premature. DON’T LET HIM KNOW. | )EAR MISS FAIRFAX: ( I am a girl of 18 years and in love with a man of 30 years. This „ man is a friend of my folks. He has never taken me out and he is very nice to me, and always talks of getting married. He doesn’t know I love him. Please tell me how I could win his love. A SPANISH GIRL. Suppose I were to tell you to let him know of your love. You are only 18, and girls of that age transfer their hearts easily. If you let him know of your love to-day. the chances are you will love another man to morrow'. Spare yourself humiliation by keeping your love a secret until he asks for it. NOT IMPROPER. HEAR MISS FAIRFAX: ^ Do you think it proper for a girl who is keeping steady com pany to ask the man when she will see him next? A. L. W. Their intimacy warrants such a question from her, but I would not w'ant her to be urgent or persist ent, and it is in better taste if she lets him take the initiative in making future engagements. MOTH ERS SHOULD CALL FIRST. P)EAR MISS FAIRFAX. U I am keeping company with a young lady and wish to know if it is proper for the young lady’s mother to call on my mother, or my mother to call on her, my mother being the elder. We will soon be engaged. S. S. L. * Such overtures should come from the family of the man, never from the family of the girl. THE LADY FIRST. U EAR MISS FAIRFAX: Which is proper: For a lady to greet a gentleman first, or a • gentleman to greet a lady, while walking on the street? ARCO. The lady is the first always to give some sign of recognition. Snared! With the Golden Apple of Love for Bait Copyright, 1913, by International News Service. By NELL BRINKLEY NELL BRINKLEY SAYS- Some curious experiences seem to have befallen Mr. William Campbell, late of the Black Watch, who has just finished a 50,000-mlle walk, In a kilt, through India, Ceylon, Au^tj^lia and New Zealand. In Italy his dancing of a Highland fling in the street led to arrest, a New Zealand chief offered him a wife in exchange for his cos tume, and in Australia he lavished money on eau-de-cologne In order to keep the mosquitoes away from his knees. He was nearly murdered at a religious festival in Ceylon, being taken for a devil. The Quebec agency of the Canadian Marine Department has received word that a gas buoy which drifted from its position In the lower St. I.awrence River during the winter of 1912 has been picked up by the lightship at Hellewick, New South Wales. It is supposed that the buoy drifted round Cape Horn, a distance of 16,000 miles. The date of the buoy’s disappearance is not given, hut even if it took place early in the winter of 1911-12 the buoy would have to drift 30 miles a day or more to reach New South Wales In the time. I N this fashion is it done! In the depths of a lovely forest, velveted underfoot in emerald- moss and sewn thick w r ith flowers—forget- me-nots, heartease and such like soft names— hide certain wary wights with very fat cheeks and tummies! Over the runways they set their snares—a cunning loop of golden cord—thrown over a high tree-bough and down, as high from the ground as—a maid’s waist. On the green moss under the shining loop (which is so like a slanting sunbeam that a strolling lady would never catch it in her bright eye in the world) they drop a golden apple. And on the golden apple the sun smites hard enough to enchant and blind a maid with its flame. One malicious wight, the coldest-blooded of all, shins up the tree into the leafy green shadow and lies there with his bow drawn and a keen-tipped arrow necked. The res,t fall upon the other end of the cord. They hold their breath, their eyes harden and brighten. The feathery curl on the tip top of one’s head waves idly in the wind! One itches his pink heel with the toes of his other foot. One breathes too loud and gets a fat knee in his back for his stupidity. They WAIT—the cord a bit slack. Down the runway comes a maid, with soft black hair, primroses over her ears, a nar row slashed skirt (the better to dance the Tango in), silver buckles on her shoes and an unsus pecting sweet blue eye! And the snn on the golden apple smites into her eyesThe wights behind the tree-bole stiffen and dig their toes into the moss. With a little cry the maid pinches up her silken skirt between a forefinger and thumb and runs swiftly—in a soft rush—she dives down with a greedy hand for the apple in the moss. Her head hovers within the big gold en loop. She straightens—ah-h-h down slithers the noose over her shoulders—“Heya”—the wights lean and pull like mad, and my lady's body is twirling in midair, her little heels kick ing nothing! “Heya!”—the wight in the tree lets his arrow go singing straight to the cap tive’s heart—and another maid is snared 1 A Powerful Story of Ad venture, Intrigue andLove WITHIN THE LAW By MARVIN DANA, from the Play of BERNARD VEILLER 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. 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The father was impressed of a sudden with the fact that, while this affair was of supreme import to himself, it was, after all, of still greater significance to his son. To himself, the chief concerns were of the worldly kind. To this hoy, the vital thing was something deeper, something of the heart; for. however ab surd his feeling, the truth remained that he loved .the woman. Yes, it was the son's name that Mary Turner had taken, as well as that of his father. In the case of the non, she had taken not only his name, hut his very life. Yes, It was, indeed, Dick’s tragedy. Whatever he, the father, might feel, the son was, after all, more affected. He must suffer more, must lose more, must pay more with happiness for his folly. Gilder looked at his son with a strange, new respect, but he could not let the situation go without protest, protest most vehement "Dick,’’ he cried, and his big voice was shaken a little by the force of his emotion, “boy, you are all I have in the w’orld. You will have to free yourself from this woman somehow ’ He stood very erect, staring steadfastly out of his clear gray eyes into those of his son. His heavy face was rigid with feeling: the coarse mouth bent slightly in a smile of troubled fondness, as he added more softly: "You owe me that much.’’ The son’s eyes met his father's freely. There was respect in them, and affec tion. but there was something else, too, something the older man recognized as beyond his control. He spoke grave ly, with a deliberate conviction. Gilder's Voice Rang Out. “I owe something to her, too. Dad.” But Gilder would not let the state ment go unchallenged. His heavy voice rang out rebukinglv, overtoned with protest. "What can you owe her?” he de manded. indignantly. "She tricked you into the marriage. Why. legally, it’s not even that. There’s been nothing more than a wedding ceremony The courts hoId_ihat is only a part of the marriage actually. The fact that she doesn't re ceive you makes it simpler, too. It can be arranged. We must get you out of the scrape.’’ He turned and went to the desk, as if to sit, but he w*as halted by his son’s answer, given very gently, yet with a note of finality that to the father’s ear rang like the crack of doom. "I’m not sure that I want to get out of it, father.” That was all. but those plain words summed the situation, made the issue a matter not of advice, but of the heart. Gilder persisted, however, in trying to evade the integral fact of his son’s feeling. Still he tried to fix the issue on the known unsavory reputation of the woman. “You want to stay married to this jail bird!” he stormed. “She Is Justified.” A gust of fury swept over the boy. He loved the woman,*in spite of all; he re spected her, even reverenced her. To hear her thus named moved him to a rage almost beyond his control. But he mastered himself. He remembered that the man who spoke loved him; he re membered, too, that the word of oppro brium was no more than the truth, however offensive it might he to his sen sitiveness. He waited a moment until he could hold his voice even Then his words were the sternest protest that could have been uttered, though they came from no exercise of thought, only out of the depths of his heart. “I’m very fond of her.” That was all. But the simple sin cerity of the saying gripped the. father's mood as no argument could have done There was a little silence. After all. what could meet such loving loyally? When at last he spoke Gilder’s voice was subdued, a little husky. "Now that you know?” he questioned. There was no faltering in the answer. "Now that I know,” Dick said dis tinctly. Then abruptly the young man spoke with the energy of perfect faith in the woman. “Don’t you see. father'.’ Why, she is justified in a. way. in her own mind, anyhow. I mean. She was innocent when she was sent to prison. She feels that the world owes her—” But the older man would not permit the assertion to go uncontradicted. That reference to the woman’s innocence was an arraignment of himself, for it had been he who sent her to the term of imprisonment. "Don’t talk to- me about her t inno cence!” he* said, and his voice was omi nous. “I supj>ose uexj: you will argue that, because .she’s ttcerLctevcr'^n^ugh to kcep ; Within the law since she's- got out of State’s prison, she’s not a crim inal. But let me tell you—crime is crime, whether the law touches it in the particular case or whether It does not.” v ■ Gilder faced his son sternly for a mo ment, and then presently spoke again with deeper earnestness. "There's only one course open to you, mv boy. You must give rhis girl up.” The son met his father's gaze with a level look in which there was no weak ness. j > u . “I’ve told you, Dad ” he beg&n. “You must, I tell youd’ v .the father in sisted. Then he went on quickly, with a tone of utmost positiveness.. “If you don’t, what are you going to do the day your wite is thrown into a.'patrol wag6n and carried to police headquarters—for it’s sure to happen? The cleverest of people moke mistakes, and some day she'll make one." Dick threw out his hands in a ges ture of supreme denial. He was furious at this supposition that she would con tinue in her irregular practices. But the father went on remorselessly. "They will stand her up where the detectives will walk past her with masks on their faces. Her picture, of course, is already in the Rogues’ Gallery, hut they will take another. Yes. and the imprints of her fingers, and the meas urements of her body.” The son was writhing under the words. The wQman of whom these things were said was the woman whom he loved. It was blasphemy to think of her in such case, subjected to the degradation of these processes. Yet, every word had in it the piercing horrible sting of truth. His face whitened. He raised a sup plicating hand. “Father!” “That’s what they will do to your wife.” Gilder went on harshly, "to the woman who bears your name and mine.” There was a little pause, and the father ptood rigid, menacing. The final ques- — ^ ' ' tion came rasping "What are you go ing to do about it?” Dick went forward until he was close to his father. Then he spoke with profound conviction. "It will never happen. She will go straight, Dad. That I know You would know it If you only knew her as I do.” Gilder once again put his hand tender ly on his son's shoulder. His voice was modulated to an unaccustomed mildness as he spoke "Be sensible, hoy," he pleaded softly. "Be sensible!” Dick dropped down on the couch, and made his answer very gently, his eyes unseeing as he dwelt on the things he know of the woman he loved. To Be Continued To-morrov*. Have You Sore Gums or Loose Teeth? 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KIRK. “M" fE and brother Wilfred spent a week-end up in the coun try, and I have Ju»t came back,” said the Manicure Lady, would rather than not spend all my week-ends in the country, George, be cause the air is so restful up there, hut I guess Wilfred don’t want to go hack no more to the town where we wns. You aee, George, my poor, deluded brother had an idea that he could sail into the little town where we was J oing and Just tell them that he was rom New York. He thought that would make him an idol in said town 1 didn’t think so for a minute, George, because I know how people Is tn small town*. They mind their own business and everybody else’*, but they don’t care a rap where they And out you came from. You might as well try to make a gorilla kiss your hand as to make a small towner re spect you because you are a New Yorker. They simply don’t care where you are from, and the way they treat ed my poor brother I guess the big ger the town you came from the less they care.” They Go to Europe. "I don’t blame them,” said the Head Barber. "I don't see why a man should figure hlmse’f a favorite Just because he lives in a little New York fiat and rides up and down town in the subway. How is that going to make a man wise? Most of the fel low* that was born in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge—the kind that comes In here sometimes to get shaved—ain't got much Idea of the great country they are living in. If they save up a little dough, they don’t go out to the wonderful Pacific Poas*. No; they go to Europe and get bunked. They pay a guide a lot of dough to show them some place where an English king had his nephews choked to death tn a tower, and th>n they come back and tell about their travels.” "I hope you ain't doing a mono logue, George,” said the Manicure Lady “I was trying to tell you something about this week-end party. If you are enough of a gent to listen Well. Wilfred and me reached the town all right, and the minute we got to the hotel and were seated with our country friends around the table, poor brother pulls the very phnue* that I asked him not to. 'This Is fain he says to the company, ‘but little old New York for mine.’ I knew rlghr oft that he had made a bonehead play, because I seen the folka look at each other kind of funny, but he doesn't gete wise, not Wilfred. The reason I like Manhattan,' he babbles right on. Is because Manhattan la the mar ket for brains. I write, as perhaps some of you people know,' says poor brother, and the brains of the coun try. In literature, all flock to New York. If T were a farmer, I would like it up here, but being a writer. I have to be In the heart of the literary world, little old New York.’ A Quiet Fellow. "There was a nice, quiet-looking fellow In the party, George, that I aeen looking over my fool brother kind of sly and unobstruettve like. He was dressed rough, because he was or a fishing trip, but I seen right away from his calm, well-bred misdemeanor that he was a gent. He listened a long time while Wilfred was telling them what a terrible strain it 1s on a writer to keep writing, and he even stood for my brother’s reciting some of his own poems right at the table with his mouth full of chow-chow and new bread. Then he got up and went out with a smile at me. I seen then and there that hten and me would be good friends, because we both knew Wilfred through and through. "Honest to goodness, George, do you know who he was? I asked one of the ladles, and she told me. The gent that had been listening to Wil fred's hot atr about writing and writ ers was George Ade, who wrote 'Fables tn Slang' and ‘Horatlus at the Bridge' and 'David Copperfleld’ and a lot of other books and plays." "Did Wilfred And out who he was?" asked the Head Barber. "Sure he did, but It didn't fease him. He said that the time would go swift for the party with two clevor writers at the same table!” The Care-Free Spin By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. T HERE is this difference: She i* an Old Maid if she »» old fash ioned and resigned, and a Bache lor Girl if she fights hard. It must be dreary to be a Spin and have no husband come home and growl all evening about the high cost of liv ing. When a Spin knows how to smooth a man’s plumage an ideal wife is lost to the world. No one can save money quite as fast as a Spin after she has put aside the curling iron with the conviction that no man is worth having When all her friends unite in saying "What a good time she has.” you can bet “She's is either a Spin or a widow. It is easy to compliment the mother of children, but when a woman has become a real old Spin the only way- reach her is to appeal through what she learned at school. “The top of her voice” is a com mon expression, but the top note de pends entirely on whether a woman Is married or a Spin. Mothers reach a high key through experience in screaming at the children, their hus bands and the dog. but the top of a Spin's voice is a low pitch, and when she tries to raise it it becomes a squeal. The top of a mother’s voice would stop fire engine, the top of a Spin's voles isn’t loud enough to call the cat home from the next yard. Once Upon a Time there lived an Old Maid She did not call herself a Spin. 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