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♦T When One Is Very Young Extremes of Fashion From Paris "rove is a sickness full of woes, oil remedies refusing:." —Samuel Daniel. By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. C '* K. writes: "I am seventeen years of age and in love with a girl one year my Junior. I am in love with her very much, but I don't know if she loves me. I feel as if I am getting 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 for 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, some say—may develop into some thing larger, truer, finer, but the chances are all against it. A boy of seventeen thinks he has found the one love for life, and he also thinks he will never become too old to prefer pic to potatoes. He is sure that his heart will never waver from the 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 chaoses, that he will at last gratify his youthful longing for nut 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 he forgets in a few years if Ethel had blue eyes or brown, and if it wen 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 lime 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 what they cal! 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'? 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 his 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. ,1 can dq no more. The remedy lies in his own hands. He 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. We have riot much in common—his Highness and I,” said the old woman sadly. The five Frankforters came quickly 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- their mother’s summons. Char- j tavus was finding in his dream of a at 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 r speak now?” asked Duke Gustavus with firm de cision. Then he turned from the old ymother 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 on our family. We accept that honor . — gratefully and gladly. I give my daughter to you.” Who shall fathom the heart of :i I maid? Who shall tell to what 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 must 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 sadly amiss —arid of his twelve millions of flor- j a . i ins! They might have been better Knowledge of her womans heritage ; invested! Charlotte hatl grown in one full hour > I “vyi 10 could have believed it!” said he. “A young feTToXv like that to have the best of us! Providence has helped him ’ "Perhaps he is sharper than you thought,” said hi* mother. “Then 1 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 as one in a dream, across to the father he man a site a had so sorely. disolaased. Her shamed . litt*le~Sce^.«, xv-as set 'and 48feriust play out her part before her audience. Grannie was sitting again in her great arm-chair by the little break fast table. Old 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 What. 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 it will not be for a castle, and a grand title, and position—the Duke would have given those to me —tout I 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-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. ”1 am ashamed! I know now' that s ou arranged this yesterday—and T am aihamed." TT c Crisis. hi growing anger the man asked bis daughter. "How a_ Turned to have been offered afi 1 au epr<-,; in this way.” t*. - x • 1: • the custom of our people to a! range marriages in this wav.” 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 w'hat you are sav ing?” thundered the baffled father. “Do you know’ what I am FEEL ING? Father, do you believe that 1 could ever be happy without a hoirm? F\>r I could never find a home in that castle, wMth the very servants laugh- marry 1ng at me behind my back. And t.he portraits on the walls staring at ne and seeming to sav: “If you please you have come here too soon; wait another century or so!’ No. no! If I marry. I—Grannie " And poor iittle Charlotte, having fought her first battle—life’s great battle for the right to happiness—fell sobbing at her grandmother's feet. “Grannie!” Poor little banker's The Truth Comes Out. daughter, who has never know r n s 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- g».v, 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 that you shall not persuade her against her. will.” . ... • Her will?” said Soilomon. In this family the children obey their par ents.” 4 Boomerang. Frau Gudula rape with quiet dignity from her great arm chair. “Then YOU obey ME—and let the child have her way in this. Duke Gustavus, I think vou at last are wise enough to understand it must be so. Love s greater than a(ny of us. No. little Charlotte, get 'up! Grannie wont let anvone hurt you.” Gustavus smiled. "Madame, 1 have •ok. ; into the souls of three women and T think I understand. Bui now, Baron, it i do not fulfil my ^ "solomon spoke bitterly: Fehrenberg has the money! He is half wav 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 there is any left.” . . Frau Gudula spoke with stately au thority: “No,- Duke Gustavus. be thankful you have .it. Perhaps k will make a great difference in all or ■ your life. If I know my sons, they, will not be losers.” '"My mother is right.” said Am- ache).’ “We have never yet taken back a signature.” “If your Highness is not too anx- I 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 waiting with throbbing pulses and yearning eyes for that supreme thing for which he would have given the world had the world been his! “Is there anyone to whom you could give—and wh# 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 who he is?” The girl did not answer. Pulsing, telltale blood stained her cheeks with love’s own royal crimson—but she could not lift her strrry 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. KODAKS Ing That Csn Bi* Produced.' Eastman Films and com plete stock amateur ruprliaa. Quick mall aerrtce for out-of-town ruatorr^ra Send for Catalog and Price List. A. K. HAWKES CO. 14 Whitehall St., Atlanta, G». » The ultra extreme of evening dress. Do You Know That— 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 bee/i 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 ter A depth of 12 to 15 feet. After ten years the Eichener Sea, as it is ealle.l, 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 of 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 i he captor, marching off his prisoner If I had another, you may be sure I shouldn't have asked you to surrender T HE picture on the left shows a rich and effective model for thea 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 lace edged with beads starts from a beaded ornament at the center front and conies over the shoulder, falling in the back in long angel sleeves, which end in a beaded tassel. The skirt is made in two pieces, draped one over the other, and is held at the right by a buckle ot beads, from which starts a small round train. For the (Extremist. The model on the right cannot b<? recommended to the woman who wishes to be modest. The considera tion of what not to wear is almost un 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 a*id the skirt slit To ttu knees. It will be easily seen how tin modifications that good taste suggest to every woman will change the?- dresses from extremes of freakishne Into really graceful dresses. This model shows an evening gow of Persian blue and gold over a four, dation of black chiffon, the bod he plain in corselet style, and tne tot consists of a fichu of b’ack ohiffo- which drape? over the shoulder t form small sleeves. The waist is girdled by a belt of Persian bin* satin, with a huge flower of the sane material in front. The plain skirt split at the knees to show the found n tion of pleated chiffon. On one sid of this cut it curves up about thr • inches from the floor, and on the lef it lengthens into a train with round 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 beet man. “He is going to be married himself next week.” —~w~ “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 By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. DON'T WORRY. T \KA R 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 G., and I told this to R., thinking It best to be honest wKh him. He became very angry ana said I had done him a great wmong 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 be much better for you to go with neither than to try to meet both. THEY ARE RIGHT. TALAR MISS FAIRFAX: A 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 w'ould 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 ents know best KNEW A LITTLE A gentleman traveling some time ago asked a! one-armed mendicant by whom lie 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 > orders me an’ Tom to go out on the yardarm to keelhaul the bo’sprit and ter splice the jib-boom to the mainmast. I was a-hangin’ on to the top-gallant ratlin’s w'hen Tom suddenly let go his end, an’ I w-as 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 way. 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 wen 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 McTavish was 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, smoking his pipe while the wa ters rose. ‘Hello, Sandy!” cried the neighbor. “Hello, Sam!” 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 washin’!” Success dependslargelyupor Good Health 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 WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Intringc and Love Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com pany. The play “Within the Law” is copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this novellzation of it is published by his permission. The American Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex clusive rights of the representation and performance of "Within the Law” In all languages. By MARVIN DANA from the Play by BAYARD VEILLER. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Why, Dad,” he said, “she is young She’s just a little child in a hundred ways. She 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 Had 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. What argu ment could avail him? He cried out sharply in 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 the 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 r 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 truth of feeling such as this. "If I cduld avoid it, I wouldn't hurt yc- for any thing in the world. I'm sorry, Pad, awfully sorry—” He hesitated; then his voice rang out clearly. There was in his tone, when 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. Burke Plots. T HE butler entered. “A , man to see you. sir,” he said. Gilder made a gecture of irritation, as he sank into the chair at his desk. *'I can’t see any one to-night, Thom as,” he exclaimed, sharply. “But he said It was important, sir,” the servant went on. He held out the tray Insistently. The master took the card grudgingly. As his eyes caught the name, his ex pression changed slightly. "Very well,” he said, “show him up.” His glance met the wondering gaze of his son. “It’s Burke,” he explained “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, a«.hl^ eyes fell on Dick. “That’s goon* 1 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 a safe opportunity to make a snug sum of money through the employment at his official authority, was ready truckle to those whose influence could help or hinder his ambition. But, ir 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 thorn in his side She flouted his au thority and sustained her incredible ef frontery by a restraints 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 pursuit 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 be 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. 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