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WHEN THEY GET POCKETS
Paris has decreed pockets for the women—side pockets at
that. Cartoonist Harris not only agrees with the Paris man
date, but he goes it one better. He gives ’em all the pockets
—with the problem, “which one is it in?’’ Then he suggests
man might do away with the pocket habit and take up with
the handbag.
COOKERY AND THE HOME
Lovelorn
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Intrigue and Love
Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany The play "Within the Law” is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelixation 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.
"Because she didn't go there.”
"Where did she go. then?” Gilder
queried, wholly at a loss.
Once again the officer chuckled. It
was evident that he was well pleased
with his own ingenuity.
"Nowhere yet,” he said at last. “But.
just about the time he’s starting for
the West I’ll have her down at head
quarters. Dcmarest will have her in
dicted before noon. She’ll go for trial in
the afternoon And to-morrow night
xhe’ll be sleeping up the river. • • •
That’s where she is going.”
Gilder stood motionless for a moment.
After all. he was an ordinary citizen,
quite unfamiliar with the recondite
methods familiar to the police.
He Chuckled Again.
\ "But,” he said wonderingly, "you can
\ not do that.”
1 \ The inspector laughed, a laugh of dis-
? ingenuous amusement, for he understood
perfectly the lack of comprehension on
the part of his hearer.
"Well,” he said, and his voice sank
into a modest rumble that was none the
less thunderous. “Perhaps I can’t,”
he repeated. Then the chuckle came
again, and he added emphatically: "But
I will!” Suddenly his heavy face grew
hard. His alert eyes shone fiercely, with
a flash of fire that was know n to every
patrolman who had ever reported to the
desk when he was lieutenant. His heavy
Jaw shot forward aggressively as he
spoke.
"Think I’m going to let that girl make
a joke of the police department? Why,
I'm here to get her—to stop her any-
CASTOR IA
For Infants and Children.
Thg Kind You Have Always Bought
Bears the
"V Signature
of
how Her gang Is going to break into
your house to-night."
"What?” Gilder demanded. "You
mean she’s coming here as a thief?"
"Not exactly," Inspector Burke con
fessed, "but her pals are coming to try
to pull off something right here. She
wouldn’t come, not if I know her. She
is too clever for that. Why, if she knew’
what Uarson was planning to do she’d
stop him."
The inspector paused suddenly. For a
long minute his face was seamed with
thought. Then, he smote his thigh with
a blow strong enough to kill an ox. His
face was radiant.
"By God! I've got her!” he cried.
The inspiration for which he had longed
was his at last He went to the desk
where the telephone was, and took up
the receiver.
"Give me 8100 Spring,” he said. As
he waited, for the connection he smiled
widely on the astonished Gilder. ” ’T
ain’t too iate,” he said Joyously. "I
must have been losing my mind not to
hsve thought of it before.” The impact
of sounds on his ear from the receiver
set him to attention.
"Headquarters?” he called. "Inspec
tor Burke speaking. Who’s in my of
fice? I want him quick.” He smiled
as he listened, and he spoke again to
Gilder. "It’s Smith, the best man T have.
That’s luck, if you ask me.” Then again
he spoke into the mouthpiece of the tel
ephone.
“Oh, Ed, send some one up to that
Turner woman. You have the address.
Just see that she is tipped off that Joe
Garson and some pals are going to break
into Edward Gilder’s house to-night.
Get some stool-pigeon to hand her the
information. You’d better get to work
damned quick. Understand?”
The Inspector pulled out that watch
of which Aggie Lynch had spoken ao
avariciously, and glanced at It, then
went on speaking:
"It’s 10:30 now. She went to the
Lyric Theater with some woman. (let
her as she leaves, or find her back
at her own place later. You’ll have to
hustle, anyhow. That’s all!’’
The Flashlight.
The Inspector hung up the receiver
and faced his host with a contented
smile.
"What good will all that do?” Gil
der demanded, impatiently.
Burke explained with a satisfaction
natural to one who had devised some
thing ingenious and adequate. This
inspiration tilled him with delight. Ai
last he was sure of catching Mary
Turner herself in his tolls.
"She'll come to stop cm," he said.
When we get the rest of the gang,
we'll grab her. too. Why. I almost
forgot her, thinking about Garson Mr
Gilder, you would hardly believe it,
hut there's scarcely been a real bit of
forgery worth while done in this
country for the last twenty years that
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Garson hasn’t been mixed up in.
We’ve never once got him right in
all that time.” The Inspector paused
to chuckle. "Crooks are funny,” he
explained with obvious contentment.
"Clever as he is, Garson let Griggs
talk him into a second-story Job, and
now well get him with the goods.
* * * Just call your man for a min
ute. will you, Mr. Gilder?”
Gilder pressed the electric button
on his desk. At the same moment,
through the octagonal window came
a blinding flash of light that rested
for seconds, then vanished. Burke,
by no means a nervous man, never
theless was startled by the mysterious
radiance.
"What's that?” he demanded, sharp
ly
“It's the flashlight from the Metro
politan Tower,” Gilder explained with
a smile over the policeman's perturba
tion. "It swings around this way
about every fifteen minutes. The ser
vant forgot to draw the curtains.” As
he spoke, he went to the windows,
and pulled the heavy draperies close.
"It won’t bother us again.”
The entrance of the butler brought
the Inspector’s thought back to the
matter in hand.
"My man.” he said, authoritatively,
"I want you to go up to the roof and
open the scuttle. You’ll find some men
waiting up there. Bring ’em down
here.”
The servant’s usually impassive
face showed astonishment, not un
mixed with dismay, and he looked
doubtfully toward his master, who
nodded reassuringly.
Gilder Was Pu2zled.
"Oh, they won’t hurt you,” the In
spector declared, as he noticed the
man’s hesitation. "They’re police of
ficers. You get ’em down her, and
then you go to bed and stay there till
morning. Understand?”
Again, the butler looked at his mas
ter for guidance in this very pecu
liar affair, as he deemed it. Receiv
ing another nod, he said:
“Very well, sir.” He regarded the
Inspector with a certain helpless in
dignation over the disturbance of the
natural order, and left the room.
Gilder himself was puzzled over the
situation, which was by no means
clear to him.
"How did you know' they’re going
to break into the house to-night?’ he
demanded of Burke; "or do you only
think they're going to break into the
house?"
"I know they are." The Inspector’s
harsh voice brought out the words
boastfully. "I fixed it.”
“You did!” There was W’onder in
the magnate’s exclamation.
"Sure,” Burke declared complacent
ly. did it through a stool-pigeon.”
"Oh. an informer.” Gilder interrupt
ed. a little doubtfully.
"Yes,” Burke agreed. “Stool-pigeon
is the police name for him. Really,
he's the vilest king that crawls."
“But if you think that,” Gild©/ ex
postulated. “why do you have any
thing to do with that sort of per
son ?”
"Because it’s good business,” th*»
j Inspector replied. "We know he’s a
■spy and a traitor, and that every timr
ht cornea near us we ought to use a
disinfectant But we deal with him
just the same—because we have to.
Now. th- stool-pigeon in this trick.is a
swell English crook. He wen* to
Garson yesterday with a scheme to
rob your house. He tried out Mary
Turner, too, but she wouldn’t stand
for it -said it would break the law,
which is contrary to her principles,
j She told Garson to leave it alone. But
i he met Griggs afterward without her
j knowing anything about it, and then
j he agreed to pull it off. Griggs got
] word to me that it's coming off to
night. And so. you see, Mr. Gilder,
that's how I know. Do you get me?"
"I see,” Gilder admitted, without
any enthusiasm. As a matter of fact,
he felt vomewhat offended that his
house should be thus summarily
seized as a trap for criminal*
"But why do you have your men
come down over the roof?” he in
quired curiously.
"It wasn’t safe to bring them in the
front way,” was the Inspector’s
prompt reply. "It’s a cinch the house
is being watched. I wish you would
let me have your latch key. I want to
come back, and make this collar my
self."
The owner of the house obediently
took the desired key from his ring
and gave it to the Inspector with a
shrug of resignation.
"But why not stay, now that you
are here?” he asked.
"Huh!" Burke retorted. "Suppose
some of them saw me come in? There
wouldn’t be anything doing until after
they see me go out again.”
The hall door opened and the butler
re-entered the room. Behind came
Cassidy and two other detectives in
plain clothes. At a word from his
master, the disturbed Thomas with
drew with the intention of obeying
the Inspector’s directions that he
should retire to bed and stay there,
carefully avoiding whatever possibili
ties of peril there might he in the sit
uation so foreign to his ideals of pro
priety.
"Now,” Burke went on briskly, as
the door closed behind the servant,
"where could these men rtay out of
sight until they’re needed?”
There followed a little discussion
which ended in the selection of a
store room at the end of the passage
on the ground floor, on which one of
the library doors opened.
"You see." Burke explained to Gil
der, when this matter had been set
tled to his satisfaction, and while
Unssidy and the other detectives* were
out of the library on a tour of Inspec
tion. "you must have things right,
when it comes to catching crooks on a
frame-up like this. I had these men
come to Number Twenty-six on the
other street, then round the block on
the roofs.”
The Same Tip.
Glider nodded appreciation, which
was not actually sincere. It seemed
to him that such elaborate maneuver
ing was. in truth, rather absurd.
"And now, Mr. Gilder," the Inspec
tor said, energetically, “I’m going to
give you the same tip I gave your
man. Go to bed. and stay there.”
But the boy." Gilder protested.
"What about him? He’s the one thing
of importance to me
"If he says anything more about
going to Chicago—just you let him go.
that's all! It’s the best p!ace for hint
for the next few days. I’ll get in
touch with you in the morning and let
you know then how things are coming
out.”
To be Continued To-morrow.
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have their start in quite ordinary
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By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
PERHAPS YOU IMAGINED IT.
[ )EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 am 23 and have kept com
pany with a young man about
eight years my senior. Recently,
though, he treats me friendly
when we meet; he seems differ
ent. He says I am the only one
he has ever loved. He is a man
of good character and reputation,
and I like him very much.
CONSTANT READER.
He is attentive and faithful, and
perhaps you Imagine he is less lover
like.
Don't accuse him, or question him.
The best man is quick to resent any
thing which he can characterize as
"nagging.”
Be less exacting, and he will love
you all the more.
YOUR PARENTS KNOW BEST.
T~)EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
^ I am 18 and deeply In love
with a man five years my senior.
Being a Catholic, while the youn
man is of Jewish faith, my peo
ple object, but as I dearly love
him, and am sure my love is re
turned, I could never be happy
without him. He asks me to elope
with him. HEARTBROKEN.
You must do as your parents wish,
of course. His desire to have you
elope, and thereby distress them, does
not do him credit.
The difference in religion is a mat
ter too serious to be taken in hand
and summarily settled by a girl of 18.
HEAR
^ I an
FORGET HIM.
MISS FAIRFAX:
am deeply in love with a
young man two years my senior.
1 love him very much and I know
he loves me in return,, Some time
ago my girl friends, being jeal
ous, called him queer names. He
became very angry and has not
spoken to me since. J. E.
He is unfair, unjust and sulky.
Don’t have anything to do with him.
Believe me, no matter how great your
love, it would not long survive mar
riage with such a man.
Household Suggestions
The ordinary nervous headache will
be greatly relieved, and in many cases
entirely cured, by removing the \vaUt
of one’s dress, knotting the hair high
up on the head out of the way, and,
while leaning over a basin, placing a
sponge soaked in water as hot as it
can be borne on the back of the neck.
Repeat this many times.
Before mending stockings with or
dinary darning yarn, it is a good plan
to hold the skein or card over the
•pot of a kettle of boiling water. By
this means the steam effectually
shrinks the wool, and when the stock
ing is sent to the wash there will be
no fear of the mended portion shrink
ing away or tearing the surrounding
part.
When a carpet Is soiled with black-
lead. take a little fuller’s earth, put
It into a saucer, pour on to it a little
cold water and a few drops of liquid
ammonia. Mix the whole into a soft
paste, rub it on the carpet and let it
thoroughly dry; then brush it on with
a stiff brush. The blacklead will then
all be removed.
To save iron saucepans, turn each
one up on the kitchen range once a
week and give the outside a coating
of blacklead. This will not only make
the saucepans last longer and add to
their appearance, but it will also pre
vent anything cooked in them from
adhering to the saucepans.
In the hot weather a good butter
cooler can be made by soaking a brick
in cold water, wrapping it in a wet
cloth and placing it in the shade. The
evaporation of the water will ke^p
the brick cold. Butter placed upon
it will be kept as hard as though in
an Ice chest.
Y OU can save
yourself much
pain, much money
and much possible
ill health by regular
care of your teeth.
The schools have discov
ered this—thousands ot
them ore now teaching
GoodTeeth—Good Health.
Start today giving your
teeth the care they de
serve. Then get all your
family tc understand that
better car means better
teeth and better health
for work and play — for
sport and study.
But * o careful that your denti
frice hnc no harmful grit — no
over-medication.
Let your household have a denti
frice that is not _nly safe and
eCicient, but ’'.elicious in flavor.
It to more than possible that
your ’entist will suggest
cocmES
T ’“ Dt RIBBON
DENTftL CREftM
— or - him to give you a copy
of ic bo'M~t, “Oral Hygiene”,
published by Coign* C> Co.
By MAY IRWIN.
B E careful what goes out of your
house. Never throw out any
thing that with safety to the
health can be used. A careless or
ignorant housekeeper throws out
enough at the back door to build
a home in a few year*
For instance, look at any ash bar
rel or garbage can you pass. What,
is the most conspicuous thing in the
uninviting mass? Nearly a bowlful
of fresh starch. It has been thrown
away. Why?
Brains in the Kitchen.
Starch is of no use if it stands
in hot weather, you say. But why
has the woman who used the starch
made so much? A little forethought,
a hundredth part of what she gave
to her first spring hat, will determine
how much she needs for the laun
dry that week.
Sarah has no white skirts in the
wash this week, but Johnny had the
nosebleed twice last week which
necessitated two extra shirts for
him. But there were no guests this
week, so the same dinner cloth
served for dinner all week.
Think It out! That’s the point.
I had a cook who didn’t waste three
teaspoonfuls of starch a year. She
used her brains, and there is need
of that article in the kitchen.
Another keen glance into the bar
rel and you discover the bones from
yesterday’s roast.
Look at the ends of the bones near
the Joints! Fringing those Joints
are bits of fine, Juicy meat, the rich
est, juciest and most delicious mor
sels.
They would have made a delicious
beef stew for luncheon. Yet some
one has thrown them away and
gone out and bought 42 cents worth
Sold everywhere. In ^oxu, 10c., 25c.
MAY IRWIN.
in addition to being a successful
actress, she is an uncommonly good
cook.
of chops because there was no meat
in the house.
Some berries have been tossed out
because there were not enough of
them for another heaping dish. But
there were quite enough of them
for a half-dozen tiny tarts for lunch
eon, or some dumplings, or a berry
pudding for dinner.
Would Have Ma<^e a Stew.
No wonder cats like to search a
garbage can. There’s the thrill of
surprise in it. /
Into that small mountain of waste
has gone a large, sound carrot. A
carrot Is a small thing. >ou say,
and yet that carrot would have been
enough to flavor some old-fashioned
vegetable soup.
There are a couple of small onions,
at least two spoonfuls of tomatoes
adhering to the sides of the bottom
of the can, and a couple of large,
cold potatoes.
They would have made a vegetable
stew.
Extremes Meet.
A hungry young cyclist had put up
for the night at a wayside Inn and
found the supper rather scanty, the
most substantial part of it being a
single sausage roll.
“Is that the best you can do in the
way of sausage rolls?” he asked.
“Why,” said the host, “Isn’t It
good ?”
“Oh, it’s good enough perhaps, but
the ends of it don’t suit me.”
"The ends. What’s the matter with
them?”
"Too near together,” said the
hungry youth, and the innkeeper took
the hint.
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