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* 4 ■3!/ When One Is Very Young I •" Extremes of Fashion From Paris “Love ia a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.” —Samuel Daniel. Ey BEATRICE FAIRFAX. G K. writes: “I am seventeen # years of age and in love with a girl one year my Junior. 1 nrn In love with her very much, but I don’t know if she loves me. I feel as if I am Retting sick, knowing not what to do.” The letter bears a date of ten days ago. If it were of yesterday, or the day previous, there might be reason lor some uneasiness regarding the condition of G. K. ( but ten days is a long, long time, and without doubt he has gone through all the chills, the fever, the pangs, and made a complete Recovery ere this. • This boy and girl love—calf love, soon say—may develop into some thing larger, truer, finer, but the chances are all against it. A bpv of seventeen thinks he has found the*one love for life, and he also thinks he will never become too old to prefer pie to potatoes. He Is sure that his heart will never waver from the t choice of his youth, and just as sure *'that when he has grown old and gray, and has earned the right to spend money as he Chjoaes, that he will at last gratify his youthful longing for mut sundaes. Seldom Serious. The love of his extreme youth Is seldom serious, and does not even be come a pleasant memory, for the rea son that there were so many of them The one picture he thinks he will al ways carry in his heart becomes the composite picture of many, and h forgets in a few years If Ethel had blue eyes or brown, and if it were Mary who gave him a lock of her hair, or Susan. His emotions are so short-lived that calf love would be something to laugh about were it not for the waste of time every such love represents. In the growing, developing, event ful and impressionable period of life, when a bey and girl should be study ing their school books and laying the foundation for helpful manhood or womanhood, they moon around to the neglect of everything in life that is worth while, devoting every hope, every energy, every thought, to whai they call love, but which bears no nearer resemblance to love than a worthless pebble bears to a precious jewel. It is most regrettable that so much time is wasted in seeking for the counterfeit, instead of preparing one’s self by study and training and self- control to appreciate the genuine that will come later. Needless Waste. G. K. has recovered from the sick ness that prompted ills letter long ere this. It is as If he called a physi cian to minister to an ailment so short-lived that it had vanished when the physician arrived. But the physi cian would warn him against another such attack, and explain the folly of needless pain, the waste of health and energy that could be avoided. I can do no more. The remedy lies ih his own hands. Ho must put such devotion into the effort to make a man of himself that there isn't time, room or inclination left for indul gence in the emotions that are not his due till he reaches man’s estate. The Five Frankforters A Romance of Great Wealth as Played by Money Kings By KATHRYN KEY. Copyright, 1913, by the New York Even ing Journal Publishing Company. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Solomon, you may come In. Our tete-a-tete is quite over. Tie have not much in common—his Highness and I,” said the old woman sadly. The five Frankforters came quickly at their mother’s summons. Char lotte came too, and stood In the door way where for one fleeting moment she had touched the garments of the God of Love as he sped by. “Madame! Shall I speak now'?” esked Duke Gustavus with firm de cision. Then he turned from the old another to Solomon. “Sir—you know already why I am here to-day. I have the honor to beg for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” With due solemnity Solomon an swered: “We thank you, Duke Gus tavus, for the high honor you confer cn our family. We accept that honor —gratefully and gladly. I give my daughter to you.” Who shall fathom the heart of a jnaid’ Who shall tell to what 'Knowledge of her woman's heritage Charlotte had grown In one full hour 7 The girl came gently to her father and put her hand on his shoulder and looked deep into his eyes—into his soul, perhaps. “Father, you CANNOT without a word from me!” ‘What do you mean?” asked her father sternly. “I am ashamed! I know now that you arranged this yesterday—and I am ashamed.” The Crisis. in growing anger the man asked his (brighter. "How ashamed?” "Ashamed to have been offered and acceptixl in this way." "It isi the custom of our people to arrange marriages in this way.” Solomon's growing anger would not brook long delay—or argument. "A hateful custom! A shameful custom!” cried Charlotte. "Shameful?” Solomon's wrath was threatening to overwhelm his digni fied manners. "Yes. Yes—shameful. Your High ness, I will not be a party to a bar gain so shameful to both of us. I thank you—and refuse.” "Do you know what, you are sav ing?" thundered the baffled father. "Do you know whai I am FUEL ING? Father, do you believe that I could ever be happy without a home? For I could never find a hotr.e in that castle, with the very servants laugh ing at me behind my back. And the portraits on the walls staring at me and seeming to say: "If you please you have come here too soon: wait another century or so!’ No, no! If I marry, I—Grannie—■—” And poor • little Charlotte, having fought h*r first battle—life’s great battle for the right to happiness—fell sobbing at her grandmother's feet. "Grannie!” Poor little banker's daughter, who has never known « mother, will you plead in vain to the dear old woman who has been the saint of your girlish dreams? Solomon spoke. He was very an- iffv, but it was that cold, implacable, anger that brooks no interference • with his desires. “Your Highness will ' forgive this exhibition? My daughter will soon see reason?" But Gustavus was to struggle slowly to-day to his full heritage of manhood. "I beg you—I insist thtt yon shall not persuade her against her will.” ■‘Her will?” said Sojlomon. In this family the children obey their par ents." A Boomerang. Frau Gudula rose with quiet dignity from her great arm chair. "Then YOU obey ME—and let the child have her way‘in this. Duke Gustavus, I hink you at last are wise enough to understand It must be so. _ Love is iroater than any of us. No. little 'harlotte, get tip! Grannie wont let snyone hurt you.” Gustavus smiled. “Madame, I have looked into the souls of three women to-dav—and I think I understand. Rut now, Baron, if 1 Jo not fulfil my oart”-— Solomon spoke bitterly: ’Count Eehrenberg has the money! He is naif way to the castle by now. “It will be returned to you, or course,” began Gustavus. quietly, and then his old merry, devil-may-care spirit finished the sentence—“if their s any left.’’ Frau Gudula spoke with stately au thority: “No, Duke Gustavus, be thankful you have it. Perhaps it will nake a great difference in all of \<our life. If 1 know my sons, they will not be losers.” “Mv mother is right.” said Am- Ctchel “We have never yet taken L sack a signature " I “if youi Higiintiss is not too anx- • Th« Best Slnlihln* •nO Eiilarv- ina That Can B« Produced.* Eastman Films and cosa- plptr stool, amateur suppliw. Quick midi service for «it-nf-t/vvr. cur-t.rir.rs Send for Catalog and Prlco Llat. A. K. HAWKE5 CO. K 0 ° e D A K 14 Whitehall St., Atlanta. Gl. cm X V -/W ^ ■ - Aft"* - ious to return to Neustadt Castle at once,” said Nathan, “we can discuss the situation over the rest of the Bur gundy. Will you come, Carl, Am- schel? I think we still feel that Your Highness’s personal security is what we want.” And as they discussed the salt mines and great forests that might yet make the Duchy of Taunus a wealthy province, the brothers little dreamed of the hidden wealth Gus tavus was finding in his dream of a pair of eyes that had not lied. For suddenly the Duke of Taunus knew that the old home was his and he must not leave it—that a man mu&t not abdicate for the woman he loves —but that when he is worthy to rule, then he is worthy to win even her love. And the money? Oh, Gustavus of Taunus could always find plenty of use for that! Love may work mir acles, but because his sweetheart’s hair is spun gold, a spendthrift does not learn to scorn all other gold! The Real Reason. And Solomon was thinking of the plans that had gone so sadiy amiss —and of his twelve millions of flor ins! They might have been better invested! “Who could have believed it!” said he. “A young fellow like that to have the best of us! Providence has helped him.” “Perhaps he is sharper than you thought,” said his mother. “Then I am all the more sorry to lose him as a son-in-law. Now— Fraudlein Charlotte—you will be so good as to give me your reasons for what you have done.” The girl moved slowly, almost aa one in a dream, across to the father she had so sorely displeased. Her little scene was set antL%h£ must play out her part before her audience. Grannie was sitting again in her great arm-chair by the little break fast table. Ola Sol still shone across the rose arbor and traced a pattern of flowers and leaves on the soft green carpet. Across the room, stood heT Cousin Jacob—intent, waiting—one would scarcely dare guess for wdiat. But Charlotte and her father stand ing close—close in rhe little heart of that sunny room, were talking to each other across grim, gray seas of mis understanding. “Your reasons, Charlotte,” said the man. This was not father talking to daughter—it was the man of busi ness talking to the woman who had dared to balk his dearest plans. “You know them, father. If I marry, it w’ill not be for a castle, and a grand title, and position—the Duke would have given those to me —but 1 want more—far more—than he could ever give me." “Go on.” “And I must be able to give more —infinitely more than I could ever give to him. Then I would be con tent to live anywhere—as dear Gran nie was.” The Truth Comes Out, Solomon sank into a great chair across the room from his mother. On Frau Gudula’s face was a sweet smile of memory—and hope for this younger generation whom she loved. And Jacob? Jacob was waiting- w'aiting with throbbing pulses and yearning eyes for that supreme thing for which he would have given the w'orld had the w’orld been his! “Is there anyone to whom you could give—and who could give to you—-all you mean?” asked Solomon with slow insistence. He would sift this matter of his daughter’s daring disobedience to the bottom. “I—I—believe so, father.” “Will you tell me w r ho he is?” The girl did not answer. Pulsing, telltale blood stained her cheeks with love’s own royal crimson—but she could not 4ift her strjry eyes. "So! It is all arranged between you. I suppose. What is his position in life?" Charlotte answered so low that one might scarcely hear her timid tones: “He is—a business man, I think you would call it.” "Every tailor calls himself that. What kind of a business is his?" “Banking”—still lower. “A banker?” “Yes; like you.” The girl wondered if this torture would ever cease would she ever be at peace—and happy? To Be Continued To-morrow. - . fj ^ ill® j - \ ' ?*• jl " ^ ^ V ••• ' '' % f 4 i § 1 " * | f JJ* ... t The ultra extreme of evening dress. Do You Know Thai— One of the longest concrete viaducts in the world Is being erected over the Cuyaroga River in Cleveland. It has a length of 2,880 feet and is a double- decker. the upper deck carrying a drive way 42 feet wide for automobiles and other vehicles, with 12 feet of “side walk” on each side. The lower deck will carry four street railway tracks. The clearance over the channel will be 93 feet. Some 1,500 concrete spiles are being driven to carry the nine piers nearest the water Experiments have been made in Ger many in the use of pigeons for scouting purposes. The pigeons are provided with miniature cameras furnished with shut ters that are released automatically. The birds are set free from selected points so that they fly over the enemy's fortifications. When they return home the photographs they have taken are developed, and sometimes important dis closures appear on the film. At Loerrach, In the Black Forest, there Is a lake, the bed of which re mains dry from 10 to 13 years at a time, and then suddenly refills with water from subterranean springs to a depth of 12 to 15 feet. After ten years the Eichener Sea, as it is called, has again commenced to fill, and has de stroyed all the crops which farmers had planted on the bed. Value of Bluff. In a close encounter during the Ameri can Civil war, two soldiers, one from each army, came face to face within short range. Each put up his gun and fired, as it subsequently appeared, his last car tridge. Both missed. The bullet of one man buried Itself in a tree, and the shot the other passed through the coat of his enemy. Each man, knowing his ammunition was gone, supposed himself to be at a disadvantage. One of them made a great show of re loading his gun, and, stepping forward, demanded a surrender. The other threw down his arms with a groan. “If I had another cartridge I would never surrender.” he exclaimed. “That’s all right,” calmly remarked •he captor, marching off his prisoner If I had another, you may be sure 1 houldn't have asked you to surrender. T HE picture on the left shows a rich and effective model for thea-1 ter or semi-evening wear. The original gown was of sulphur-colored ■ brocaded satin over a foundation of | sulphur chiffon. The under part of the bodice is formed by a very high draped belt which rises in two points from the under arm to the chest. Shadow lade edged with beads starts from a beaded ornament at the center front and comes over the shoulder, falling In the back In long angel sleeves, which end in a beaded tassel. The skirt is made in two piece®, draped one over the other, and Is held at the right by a buckle of beads, from which starts a small round train. For the Extremist. The model on the right cannot be recommended to the woman who wishes to be modest. The consldera tion of what not to wear is almost as important as what clothes to select; and together with the extremes of the overworked Balkan blouse fashion, the wise woman will avoid the sleeve less corsage and the skirt slit to the knees. It will be easily seen how tin. modifications that good taste suggests to every woman will change tins dresses from extremes of freakishne.^ into really graceful dresses. This model shows an evening gowi of Persian blue and gold over a foun dation of black chiffon: the bodice plain in corselet style, and the to: consists of a fichu of black chiffon which drapes over the shoulder t form small sleeves. The waist i girdled by a belt of Persian bln. satin, with a huge flower of the sam material In front. The plain skirt is split at the knees to show- the founda tion of pleated chiffon. On one sldf of this cut it curves up about threi* inches from the floor, and on the lef it lengthens into a train with roun< ing corners. Up-to-Date Jokes “Do you think $20 will be enough to give the minister?” inquired the prospective bridegroom. “You’d better make It $25,” replied the best man. ‘He Is going to be married himself next week.” “Do you know how to run a motor car?” “Well,” replied Mr. Chuggins. “I know all about the mechanism of the thing. But I haven't yet mastered the city ordinances.” Advice to the Lovelorn KNEW A LITTLE In your race for success don’t loose sight of the fact that only through good health can you attain success. The tension you must necessarily place upon your nerves, and the sacrifice of proper exercise you have to make at times must be balanced in some way. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery it the balancing power—a vitalizing power. It acts on the stomach and organs of digestion and nutrition, thus purifying the blood and giving strength to the nerves, indirectly aiding the liver to perform its very important work. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Diecovery has been successful for a generation as a tonic and body builder. Sold by medicine dealers in iiquid or tablet form- trial box of “Tablets” mailed on receipt of 50 one- cent stamps. If in failing health write Dr. R. V. Pierce’s faculty at Invalids’ Hotel, Buffalo, New York. WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. DON’T WORRY. T^JEAR MISS FAIRFAX: ^ I am nineteen and for some time past have been keeping com pany with two young men, R and G. Now. as they are having numer ous disputes over me, I decided to meet just one of them and stop their quarrels. I prefer the society of O., and I told this to R., thinking it best to be honest with him. He became very angry and said I had done him a great wrong In not tell ing him before. He als accused me of encouraging him. He has vowed he will cause trouble between G. and me. I am only a little girl and such a thing as love never occurred to me. GLADYS. I think R. is blustering in the hope of frightening you. If you prefer G. you have the right to show your prefer ence. It will he much better for you to go with neither than to try to meet l*>th. THEY ARE RIGHT, TAEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am seventeen and deeply In love with a girl one year my Junior, whom I have known three years. Now, as my parents think I am too young to have anything to do with girls, I would like to have your ad vice on the matter. JACK. Your constancy for three years is in your favor. Be constant a few years longer and this will prove your love more than any protestations. In the meantime remember your par- •nts know best Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com pany. The play “Within the Law” Is copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this novelizatlon or it Is published by his permission. The American Play Com pany Is the sole proprietor of the ex clusive rights or tne renresentatIon and performance of “Within the I^aw' In all languages By MARVIN DANA from the Play by BAYARD VEILLER. TO-DAY’S INS' ,NTi A gentleman traveling some time ago asked a one-armed mendicant by whom He was accosted how he lost his arm. “It was like this, sir. The last time I went to sea we was caught in a typhoon off Cape ’Orn. The ship went over on her beam ends, so the cap’n ’e orders me an’ Tom to go out on the yardarm lo keelhaul the bo’sprit and ter splice the jib-boom to the mainmast. I was a-hangln’ on to the top-gallant ratlin’s when Tom suddenly let go his end, an’ I was pitched 40 feet in the ’old.” The gentleman smiled. “That’s a capital yarn,” he said. “You ought to have been a sailor,” and, without giving him anything, went on his %vay. Crestfallen, the beggar watched his interrogator, and saw a crossing-sweep er touch his hat most deferentially to him. , “I say, Jim, who’s ’e w’en Vs at ome?” he called. “Him?” replied the sweeper. “Don’t you know who that Is? Why, that’s Admiral Beresford.” Always Merry and Bright. False to all the traditions of Scotland and of farming, Sandy McTavlsh w’as a supreme optimist. Nothing ever seemed to worry him. One day—so the story goes—during the great floods, he was found by a neighbor lucky enough to possess a boat sitting peacefully on the roof of his house, smok(ng his pipe while the wa ters rftse. “Hello, Sandy!” cried the neighbor. “Hello, Sami” cried the cheerful one. “All your fowls washed away, I sup pose?” Sandy nodded. “Ay,” he said; “but the ducks can swim!” “Apple trees gone, too, eh?” “Well, the crop would have failed anyhow.” “So will you,” said Sam, “If you sit up there much longer. Why, the wa ters have covered your ground floor windows already.” “I know,” replied Sandy, as he smoked on; “and a good thing, too. Them win dows did want washln’!” “Why, Dad,” he said, “she Is young. She’s Just a little child In a hundred w'ays. Rhe loves the trees and the grass and the flowers—and everything that’s simple and real! And as for her heart—” His voice was low and very tender. “Why, her heart Is the biggest I’ve ever known. It’s Just overflowing with sweetness and kindness. I’ve seen her pick up a baby that hud fallen in the street and mother it in a way that— well, no one could do it as she did it, unless her soul was clean.” Gilder in Despair. The father was silent, a little awed. He made an effort to shake off the feel ing. and spoke with a sneer. “You heard what she said yesterday, and you still are such a fool as to think that.” The answer of the son came with an immutable finality, the sublime faith of love. “I don’t think—I know”’ Gilder was in despair. Whai argu ment could avail him? He cried out sharply ir. desperation. ’Do you realize what you’re doing? Don’t go to smash. Dick, Just at the be ginning of your life. Oh, I beg you. boy, stop! Put this girl out of your thoughts and start fresh.” The reply was of the simplest, and it was the end of the argument. “Father,” Dick said, very gently, “I can’t.” There followed a little period of quiet between ihe two. The father, from his desk, stood facing his son. who thus denied him in all honesty because the heart so commanded. The son rested motionless and looked with unflinching eyes Into his father’s face. In the gaze of each was a great affection. “You’re all I have, my boy,” the older man said at last. And now the big voice was a mildest whisper of love. “Yes, Dad,” came the answer—another whisper, since it is hard to voice the trtth of feeling such as this. “If I could avoid it, I wouldn’t hurt ye-- for any thing in the world. I’m sorry. Dad. awfully sorry—” He hesitated: then his voice rang out clearly. There was in his tone, w r hen he spoke again, a recognition of that loneliness which is the curse and the crown of being. “But,” he ended, “I must fight this out by' myself—fight it out in my own way. . . And I’m going to do it!” CHAPTER XVI. “What on earth can he want—at this Mme of night?” Dick exclaimed. The father smiled grimly. “You may as well get used to visits from the police/’ There was something ghastly in his effort toward playfulness. A moment later Inspector Burke en tered the room. “Oh, you’re here, too,” he said, as his eyes fell on Dick. “That’s good! I wanted to see you, too.” Inspector Burke was, In fact, much concerned over the situation that had developed. He was a man of undoubted ability, and he took a keen professional pride in his work. He possessed the faults of his class, was not too scrupulous where he saw a safe opportunity to make a snug sum of money through the employment of his official authority, was ready to truckle to those whose influence could help or hinder his ambition. But, in spite of these ordinary defects, he was fond of his work and wishful to excel In it. Thus. Mary Turner had come to be a 'horn In his side She flouted his au thority and sustained her incredible ef frontery by a restraining order from the court. The thing was outrageous to him, and he set himself to match her cun ning. The fact that she had involved Dick Gilder within her toils made him the more anxious to overcome her In the strife of resources between them. After much studying, he had at last planned something that, while it would not directly touch Mary herself, would at least, serve to intimidate her, and as well make further action easier against her. It was In itursuit of this scheme that he now came to Gilder’s house, and the presence of the young man abruptly gave him another idea that might bene fit him well. So he disregarded Gilder’s greeting, and went on speaking to the son. Dick’s Eyes Flashed. “She’s skipped!” he said triumph antly. Dick made a step forward. His eyes flashed, and there was anger in his voice as he replied: “I don’t believe It.” The Inspector smiled, unperturbed. “She left this morning for Chicago,” he said, lying with a manner that long habit rendered altogether convincing. “I told you she’d go.” He turned to the father, and spoke with an air of boast ful good nature. “Now, all you have to do Is to get this boy out of the scrape and you’ll- he all right.” “If we only could!’’ The cry came with deepest earnestness from the lips of Gilder, but there was little hope in his voice. The inspector, however, was confi dent of success, and his tones rang cheerfully as he answered: To be Continued To-morrow. 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