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No. 3—The Hon
BY DOROTHY DIX
A Bachelor’s
Diary
For Her Who Walks or Rides
A Fashionable Suit and a Stylish Motoring Coat
By MAX.
HE most ntimsrooa
animal in the
world is the Hog,
which may be
dally observed In
tnsfff numbers
ruahln* hither
and yon. and vice
verve, filling tbr
timid spectator
with dread ap
prehension. for
It la the custom
of thla relentless
beaat to trample
ail under foot who are an unfortunate
aa to get tn lie war
Whether the Hog la larger than
the Utterhant hue newer been aoou-
ratedy determined. Certainly it takes
up twtoe ae imKih spe^e ae the blggee*
/umbo, and thfta haa led to the belief
that ft la the buDcieot and heftleat of
all known animals Aleo the opinion
I* held by thoee who have studied
thla unp&eaaant oreatura that it hae
ae many feet ae a centipede, and that
each foot Is the else of a wardrobe
trunk, tor it woukl obviously be lra-
peeelble for anything with only two
feet of ordinary ai*e to step all over
ypu and do the damage that tha Hog
6cm.
Two other curious peculiarities of
the Hog are that it has double action
elbow joint a that
aot as flail*
lx-at down all be
fore It aa the Hog
bores its way
through a crowd,
fend that it has the
fbrolty of elon
gating Its lega to
any extent that Is
necessary to trip
people up. It can
with aqual facility
spread them across
a car aiele or half
way over a draw
ing-room floor, whichever ia handiest
to catch an unwary victim.
Concerning the habits of the Hog
very little Is known, as no* one has
ever been sufficiently brave to volun
tarily get close enough to one to
study Its ways. It* moat obvious
characteristic® appear to be a vora
clous appetlta whioh it satisfies by
means of shovelling food down its
throat with a knife, and its ability to
get both forefeet is the dough trousrb
and keep them there.
The male Hog Invariably has a cir
cular protuberance, resembling a hat,
on Its bead, which it never takes ofT
In the presence of ladies, and it car
ries a half-lighted cigar, preferably
of the smelleritls brand, in its paw
when entering public places It also
alts on the back
of its neck, thus
saving the price of
• hoe shines by
wiping its muddy
feet on the dresses
of the women who
pass by.
Another notable
characteristic of a
male Hog ia its
loud and strident
voice, which it
uses with great
efTsot In theatres
and restaurant*.
AY 3 The widow sstd whan she
left here that she would not go
alone.
Fust what did she mean by that? I
puzzled over the question till I grew!
dazed, and then decided to turn the J
problem over to Sally Spencer
If a woman is planning to run off with
another woman's husband, surely the
wife has a right to know It. A wife
hasn't many rights, I will grant, but
the most zealous opponent ot equal suf
frage would grant her this one.
The opportunity scam e this morning
when Manette awoke with a slight fever
and Richards ran across the lawn to
ask Mrs. Spencer to come over It
proved only a trifling ailment, but the
death of Elizabeth has reduced us all
thareby o*m n * attention to it.air and ! lo a ° f Pliable oowardlca, and Mrs.
- Spencer, after ministering to the child’s
spoiling lh« pl,«ur. of .vary on. w>n|>> „„ „ |jrh BrrrPh , nl , )on , hat „ h ,
within sarshot , cleeliiad to remain all day.
Thar* ara a great many variatlaa of , my 1Ht]# „ rl ln my trms Rn(1
Hoga. tha most common and blood- slip hRd fallon asleep wfth her hands
thirsty being what is oommonly called riaaped around my neck. It is a favorite
the garden, or subway. Hog. This attitude of Manette's when she doesn't
voracious beast may be seen at its feel quite herself. Sometimes I have
beet during the rush houre of the day thought that my fear of losing her un-
and night, trampling down the weak consciously Instills in her heart a fear
and feeble, and crippling and bruising
old women and children, as, with a
snort of joy, it ploughs its way
through the crowd and seizes upon
the one vacant seat ln the car, where
It calmly reads a newspaper, while
of losing me, and the Almost convulsive
grasp with which she holds me at such
times Is fhe outward evidence
Richards had taken Sarah Rae Hart
man for a walk, and Sally and I were
tottering old ladies swing perilously alone. She looked thin and worn, and
on straps. showed a fatigue deeper than the merely
Other choice varieties of swine are physical. She looked tired in her heart
known as the Drummer Hog, the Hotel an< j
Hog. the Publlo
Library Hog and
the L/unoh Room
Hog These all
have merits pe
culiar to their
breed, and are
worthy rivals of
the Subway Hog.
There are also
many Lady Hogs,
who are even more
to be feared than
the Men Hogs. In
deed, it was con
cerning the Lady
Hog that Kipling penned Ms famous
line, “The female of the species is
more deadly than the male." This is
because the I^adv Hog is equipped
with long hatpins that stick out like
daggers about her head and carries
knobby bundles that she places be
side her on the seat of the cars and
trains she infests.
The IiAdy Hog in her most savage
state is found at the boarding-house
table and the bargain counter, though
another favorite haunt of hers Is the
theatre aisle, which she blocks up by
stopping to hold a long conversation
with a chance-met friend, while fhe
commuters behind her howl with baf
fled rage »» they miss their last train
home.
There are a .great many successful
breeders of Hogs in this country, the
largest of them being the Interbor-
ough.
The Hog serves a most tmeflul pur
pose. teaching us patience and hu
mility. Thus we see that nothing
was created ln vain.
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
T HE Children's Congress had been
('ailed in Session Extraordinary
by Vtoe President Wilberforce
Hardop. aged six.
"We meet to consider the plight of
our beloved president. Oauncey De-
vere Appleton," the call read, and the
delegates dropped balls and dolls and
toddled wtth bowed heads to the
meeting. What oould be the plight
of that great soul none but the vice
president knew, apd the delegates
conferred in anxious whispers over
what dire secret he carried in his
breast,
"Perhaps.” suggested the Honorable
Horace Whimpers, aged three, "our
president overtaxed his brain compil
ing statistics on the number of times
every mother says Don’t ln the
course of a day."
But Che idea that that mammoth
brairi could be overtaxed was re
ceived with such scorn that the
Honorable Horace Wliimpers crawled
under a chair ln deep humiliation and
fell Cast asleep.
Vice President Hardop called the
meeting to order with a baby’s rattle
for a gavel, pointing to it and saying
dramatically: “It was His, but where
is He?’
A pause, during which he looked as
If accusing the delegates of hiding
their president under their blouses
and aprons. Then he continued. “He
is chained to the bedpost at home!”
If—
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Such degradation! Such ignominy!
A gasp of horror swept the room
The vice president mopped his
brow. “I will tell you All,” he said.
“The mother (groans and hisses)
of our illustrious president (applause)
hasn t the dear brain and vision of
her son (cheers) She worries! (A
light was beginhing to break.)
She read of a boy who broke his
leg while roller skating afld burned
our president’s skates
’The next day she read of a boy
whose shoes gave him fatal blood poi
soning. and she compelled our presl
dent to go barefoot. Then she heard
of a boy who was killed while play
ing in the streets, so she chained our
president to ihe bedpost,
"Yesterday she read of a boy who
met death hv swallowing a trousers
button, so she removed*’ — Here the
speaker looked apprehensively at the
ladies present and completed his sen
tence with a cough.
| He Found Him.
“When I called this morning to con
sult him about mothers who play
cards for prizes l found him chained
to a bedpost with nothing on but
wool shirt, and as Mrs. Appleton had
Just read that wool shirts cause skin
disease she was getting ready to rob
him of that."
A picture of their president reduced
to such a state of degradation caused
the delegates to weep. All had moth
ers who worried! All realized to its
fullest extremity what that meant.
All save one. Leonora Larson, aged
four.
“My mother never worries." she
said, sobbing more violently than the
others. “She never cares if 1 get hurt
and kisses and loves me. She just
laughs and tells me to hold a Well
Thought!”
“Ah.” said the vice president with
a groan, “your plight is worse than
his or ours!"
Then the delegates, bowed with the
weight of mothers who worry and
mothers wiio don’t, left the hall in
silence.
The situation was beyond them!
Lesser of Two Evils.
“Guilty, or not guilty?" asked the
judge sternly.
The prisoner--a small, perky man—
gazed dubiously round the court. The
character of his lawyer he doubted,
the jury looked a thick-headed lot;
the judge as bad-tempered as a bear,
and the opposing counsel an eel.”
“Yer honor.” said the prisoner,
‘‘may I ask some questions before I
answer you?”
You may." tersely answered the
judge.
“If 1 plead. ’Not guilty.* will I have
to sit here and listen while they ask
me all manner o’ questions?”
“You will."
"Do I have to hear all them hand-
writ jn’ experts for and against?"
“You do.”
"Must I listen to the insanity doc
tors doing all their talkin’?”
"Certainly ‘ ”
| "Guilty, t£en, yer honor.”
“Sally, my dear girl,** I whispered,
’brace up!"
The day before when I had begged her
to end her torture by sending her guest
home she had given a laugh which al
most convinced me she was-'having a
very comfortable time of It, and didn’t
mind it a bit If her husband was in love
with another woman. But this morning,
when she tried to smile her lip quivered
and the next moment she was down on j
her knees beside my chair with her face i
buried in Manette's dress, sobbing as if
her heart would break.
A Good Cry.
“Sally. A I begged, “don't, please
don’t!*’
I do not recall what I said to her In
the next half hour, but my words of
comfort were poured into deaf ears, and
she continued to sob until physically ex
hausted
“What shall I do. Max?" she cried a*
last. “What shell I do? I thought I was
strong enough to play the game to the
end, hut I am not. When T see the way
he looks at her, Max, I feel as If I would
go mad. And I have been hit wife for
twenty years! And, oh. Max, no one
knows how hard I have tried to he the
sort of a wife a man like him wants."
“And you have succeeded,” I argued.
"Jack knows that. Why, he doesn't love
this woman!"
To which she replied with sobs that if
I had seen the way he looked at her
last night I would think he loved her.
I had seen It. If Jack Spencer had left
uncovered any proof that he is an ass I
can’t imagine what it can be, and 1 ;
longed to tell him so.
thought best to be frank with her. j
and told her, after repeated assertions
that Jack didn't love Mrs. Brown, but
was playing the fool, what the widow
had said to me about not going home
alone
If she 1s planning to take your hus
band with her," I saM, “you ought to
know It.” l
It has been argued that women should
not have suffrage because they can not
go to war. I wouM like to know why
they can't go to war The moment I
told this to Sally Spencer and she got
the whiff of an approaching conflict she
stopped weeping, dried her eyes and
-braced up.
She was ready for battle It was the
long suspense of weary watting that had
tried her soul. "She is right." she al
most laughed when she said it; “she will
not go alone."
"Would It make It easier for you, dear,
If I went with her?”
Ready to Fight.
“She would drag you to the altar."
Sally answered, “she can’t drag Jack
there.”
"But she can drag him into the mire."
“She will not drag him into the mire,
and,” a trifle bitterly, “what if she did?
Isn’t It every wife’s duty when her hus
band is dragged Into the mire by some
other woman to spend the rest of her
days in helping to rid him of the
stains?"
We laughed, and because 1 knew that
such talk took her mind off the main
worry, 1 encouraged it.
“You don’t realize. Max what a catch
you are A millionaire, a beautiful home,
a generous disposition, good looking, cul
tured and kind. Why, any woman who
knows of your love for that child would
ask no greater happiness than to be
your wife I’d go after you myself if I
were not married to Jack Spencer.”
The laughing look in her eyes suddenly
died away. A quick blnsh mantled her
cheeks, and she looked at me in an oddly
speculative way I had never dreamed of.
I felt strangely and unaccountably em
barrassed. and why I should feel em
barrassment when with a woman I had
always regarded as I would a favorite
sister I could neither define nor set
aside.
She walked to the window and stood
there looking out. not more than a mo
ment. Diary, but it seemed an hour.
Turning quickly, she said, avoiding my
eves. “Manette is so much better, I will
go home.”
Sally " I began
She had reached the door. 1 could not
turn my head without disturbing the
child, but I knew* she was standing
there. “Dear girl,’’ I went on, but 1
got no further.
She turned quickly and ran across the
room to me. The next moment she was
bending over the hack of my chair. I
bent bark my head to get a good look
at her. Her hands clasped over my eyes;
she leaned a little nearer, and then.
Diary, she kissed me!
Her Mother's Daughter.
You must not talk all the time.
Ethel,” said the mother w’ho had been
interrupted.
"When will I be old enough to,
lmamma? askad the little girl.
Music Hath
Charms
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
t "x THEN you can’t think of any
W other way of complimenting
the playing of a girl at the
piano, say that she plays “with ex
pression.” This will please her and
means anything. If she murders the
piece, there is the expression of mur
der in every bang of her fingers. An
other pleasing compliment is to say
she has a "good touch.” This is also
a pill shp will swallow and believe
till her dying day that it was sugar
all through.
When a girl stops in playing be
cause she has lost her way, her moth
er thinks the pause is to give "ex
pression.”
Ask any girl who was the greatest
musical composer, and she will think
of the wedding march and say "Men
delssohn.”
There are some women who never
play the piano in any other way than
as if trying a piece for the first time.
Every’ girl ha« go much faith in her
friends standing by her that when
she is on the program at a concert
she takes a second pleca with her for
the encore.
There is no denying that when
Daughter marries and takes the piano
with her the rest of the family miss
It. It was such a convenient place
on which to drop hats and gloves.
Some girls think that to sing with
expression means to keep the tremolo
stop in their lungs pulled open.
Every girl who plays the piano at
a concert demands that the plane be
turned to the right or left, or the lid
be raised or lowered or the stool
turned. She makes more fuss than a
general getting ready for battle.
When an amateur singer announces
that she will sing a certain song “by
request.” she should give the name
of the one who made the request so
that the audience may know on whom
to place the blame,
len. it is or cnampagne anu
bro^n-checked chestnut granite. The
coat is semi-fitted and three-quarter
length. The collar, square at the back
and making small rervers in front, is
faced with dull chestnut satin. The
long sleeves are finished in the same
way.
The coat is belted in at the waist
line by a belt of the satin under two
little straps. A stitched fold under
the wal$>t line slants from front to
back seam, and under this is a simu
lated pocket. The skirt Is round ami
straight, with a broad panel front and
a loose box plait at the back.
An original and effective coat for
the motor girl is shown on the right.
The model was of pastel blue tissue
boucle. with buttons, pipings and col
lar of white. But the summer girl
can develop this model in tan pongee
with touche® of king’s blue or in any
dust-shedding material her fancy dic
tates, and in any combination of col
orings her good taste suggests. But
wherever she goes—to restaurant or
tea house—she may retain this smart
coat and feel effectively costumed, as
she never could ln the ordinary loose-
fitting motor coat.
The upper part of the coat is cut to
simulate the up-to-date short cut
away suit coat, and is fastened in a
diagonal line by three flat buttons.
Pocket flaps mark the waist line un
der the chest, and at the back two of
the large buttons mark the waist. A
small square collar finishes the coat
at the throat, and beeves, broad at
the armhole, taper down to the wrist,
where they are held by three buttons
The lower part of the coat continues
the diagonal Hne of the top. and la
fastened by’ three buttons, from which
it slopes in another diagonal line in
the opposite direction.
Snap Shots
By LILLIAN LAUFERTY.
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. Velller and this
novellzatlon of it is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex
clusive rights or the representation
and performance of “Within the Law ’
ln all languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Mary Turner was just rea-dy for
bed after her evening at the theater,
when she was rudely startled out of
this belief. A note came by messen
ger who “waited for no answer, as he
told the yawning maid. As Mary read
the roughly scrawled message, ahe
was caught in the grip of terror.
Some lnetlnct warned her that this
danger was even worse than it seemed.
The man who had saved her from
death had yielded to temptation.
Even now, he was engaged In com
mitting that crime which she had for
bidden him. As he had saved her, so
she must save him. She hurried into
the gown she had Just put off. Then
she went to the telephone book and
searched for the number of Gilder’s
house.
It w T as just a fexf moments before
Mary' Turner received the note from
the hands of the sleepy maid that one
of the leaves of that octagonal win
dow’ in the library of Richard Gilder’s
town house swung open, under the.
persuasive influence of a thin rod of
steel, cunningly used, and Joe Gar-
son stepped confidently into the dark
room.
A faint radiance of moonlight from
without Showed him for a second ae
he passed between the heavy drape
ries Then these fell into place, and
he was Invisible, and soundless as
well. For a space, he rested motion
less, listening intently. Reassured,
he drew out an electric torch and
set it glowing. A little disc of light
touched here and there about the
room, traveling very swiftly, and in
methodical circles. Satisfied by the
survey, Garson crossed to the 'hail
door. He moved with alert assurance,
lithely balanced on the balls of his
feet, noiselessly. At the hall door he
listened for any 6ound of life with
out, and found none. The door into
the passage that led to the store room
where the detectives waited next en
gaged his businesslike attention. And
here, again, there was naught to pro
voke his suspicion.
Garson Turned on the Light.
Theep preliminaries taken as mea
sures of precaution, Garson went
boldly to the small table that sfood
behind the couch, turned the button,
and the soft glow of an electric lamp
illuminated the apartment. The ex
tinguished torch was thrust back Into
his pocket. Afterward he carried one
of the heavy chairs to the door of
the passage and propped it against
the panel In such w-ise that Its fall
must give warning as to the opening
of the door. His every action was
performed with the maximum of
speed, with no least trace of flurry
or of nervous haste. It was evident
that he followed a definite program,
the fruit of precise thought guided
by experience.
It seemed to him that now every
thing was in readiness for the coming
of his associates in the commission of
the crime. There remained only to
give them the signal ln the room
around the corner where they waited
at a telephone. He seated himself
in Gilder's chair at the desk, and drew
the telephone to him.
“Give me 999 Bryant." he said. His
voice was hardly louder than a whis
per, but spoken with great distinct
ness.
There was a little wait. Then an
answer ln a voice he knew came over
the wire.
But Garson said notTrtng more. In
stead, he picked up a penholder from
the tray on the desk and began tap
ping lightly on the rim of the trans
mitter. It was a code message in
More. In the room around the cor
ner, the tapping sounded clearly,
ticking out the message that the way
was free for the thieves' coming.
When Garson had made an end of
the telegraphing, there came a brief
answer In like Morse, to which be re
turned a short direction.
For a final safeguard, Garson
searched for and found the telephone
bell box on the surbaee below the
octagonal window. It was the work
of only a few seconds to unscrew the
bells, Which he placed on the desk.
So simply he made provision agutnst
any alarm from this source. He then
took his pistol from his hip pocket,
examined it to make sure that the si
lencer was properly adjusted and then
thrust It Into the right side pooket
of his coat, ready for instant use ln
desperate emergency. Once again,
now. he produced the electric torch,
and lighted It as he extinguished the
lamp on the table.
Left the Door Ajar.
Forthwith, Garson went to tho- <Joot
Into the hall, opened it, and, leaving
It ajar, made his way in silence to
the outer doorway. Presently, the
doors there were freed of their bolts
under Ms skilled fingers, and one of
them swung wide. He had put out
the torch now, lest its gleam might
catch the gaze of some casual passer
by. So nicely had the affair been
timed that hardly was the door open
before the three men slipped In, and
stood mute and motionless in the
hall, while Garson refaetened the
doors. Then, a pencil of light traced
the length of the hallway and Garson
walked quickly back to the library.
Behind him with steps as noiseless as
his own came the three men to whom
he had *just given the message.
When all were gathered ln the li
brary Garson shut the hall door,
touched the button in the wall be
side it and the chandelier threw Ita
radiant light on the group.
Griggs was in evening clothea,
seemingly a‘ very elegant young gen
tleman indeed, but his two companions
were of grosser type, as far as ap
pearances went; one. Danoey, thin and
wiry, with a ferret, face; the other,
Chicago Red. a brawny ruffian, whose
stolid features nevertheless exhibited
something of half-sullen good nature.
“Everything all right so far,” Gar
son said rapidly. He turned to Grigg3
and pointed toward the heavy hang
ings that shrouded the octagonal win
dow'. "Are those the things we want?”
he derrmnded.
"Yesr toas the answer of English
Eddie.
“Well, then, we’ve got to get busy,”
Garmon went on. His alert, strong
face was set ki lines of eagerness that
had in it something of fierceness now.
But, before he could add a direction,
he was halted by a soft buzzing from
the telephone, which, though bell
less. still gave this faint warning of a
call. For an instant he hesitated
while the others regarded him doubt
fully. The situation offered perplexi
ties'. To give no attention to the sum
mons might be perilous, and failure to
respond might provoke investigation
ln some urgent matter; to answer it
might easily provide a larger danger.
“We’ve got to take a chance.” Gar-
eon spoke his decision curtly. He
went to the desk and put the receiver
to his ear.
There came again the faint tapping
of someone at the other end of the
line, signaling a message in the Morse
code. An expression of blank amaze
ment. which grew' in a flash to deep
concern, showed on Garson's face at
he listened tensely.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
A Holiday Adventure.
"Have you ever heard Jimkins re
late about the time he got halfway
up Mont Blanc with one of his little
nephews and no guide?” asked one
man of another.
"How long ago did he tell you
about it?*’ was the evasive reply.
“Last Mg^ch- when he’d just come
home." said the first man.
"Well," said the other, "in the eight
months since then he has climbed the
rest of the way. succored a fainting
guide and shstained a snowstorm on
the summit, resuscitated two be
numbed strangers on the way down,
and guided tne entire party to the
foot, where a group of frantic rela
tives were
J T’ST a smile for the people who pass
you,
Just a smile and a kind, thought
ful word—
And their hearts grow strong,
Tho’ the way be long,
For what they have seen and heard.
Just a gleam of the warm, Summer
sunlight,
Just the song of a glad little bird—
\nd the world seems bright,
And the heart grows light.
For what it has seen and heard.
* * *
Life wastes itself while we are pre
paring to live.—Emerson.
* * *
"Oh, foolish soul that could not watch
and wait,
Until the bud should of itself unfold;
Spreading each satin petal in due state,
To show at last Its heart of virgin
gold.
“Oh. foolish fingers that oould tear and
soli
The close furled petals seeking to
disclose >
Their precious hoard too soon, the bud
you spoil,
And never know the beauty of the
rose.”
* * *
MAIDEN MUSINGS.
We humans seem to be the only ani
mals that blush—or need to!
Of course, true love is rare—but have
you ever seen a friendship so true that
it could survive the first counter-claim
of even an imitation love?
Disappointn^ent in love is a sad and
merciful safeguard from disappointment
in marrying, and without the expense of
a Deputation or a trip to Reno, you can
try again.
A Trip Abroad
Only $15.95
How, where? Our an
swer—Canada.
Get out of your own
country for awhile; cross
the border; leave the good
old United States behind;
enjoy a oomplete change
of manner?. customs,
soenes and climate.
Go up into the Highlands of
Ontario, which comprise the noted
Muskoka Lakes. Algonquin Park,
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and the Atlantic seashore.
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