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Beauty Secrets Stella Barre Fells of the Value of Voice By WILLIAM F KIRK. M ISTER and Missus Riley was up lo our house last nite, and thay had thare llttel son Tommie with them He was the freshest kid that I ewer seen, and if I dident know so much moar about boxing than he knows. I w\id have took him out in the yard & handed him n few hot wallops, * beesidee, I ft It kind of sorry for him beekaus his I’a fL Mu kind of spoiled him. All that his Mb sed to him wen he spoak out of his turn was Now. Tommie, thai isent nice. I doant think we will move back to the city till skool beegins sggenn. sed Pa to the Rileys. We like it out here in the country & beesldes. I want Bob bie to stay here as long as possibel. A boy is always better oft in the coun try than he is in the city. Oh, mercy, sed Missus Riley, how can you say that? Why, Just think of the advantages that a boy has wen he is getting a city bringing up. He Learns Things. My hi'sbitnd doesn’t think so, sed Ma. You see he was born K brought up in a small town, <fe he says that a boy bom & brought up in a small town has rr.ote ail around training He can learn to swim & hunt & fish & row a boat & hitch up a horse & a lot of other things that maiks a man out of him wen he «r ws up. But a boy in the city can get such perfect . nners. sed Missus Riley Tommie s learned all he knows about manner? » associating with nice little boys in I’ e city that lorn thare man ners from thare private teechers. the little dcr You arc always careful about y tire manners, aint you. Tommie, sed Missos Riley I thud worry about manners, sed Tom mie What do I care about manners People n Hoboken have all the man ners. sed Tommie. Now. Tommie, that isent nice, sed Missus Riley See what a quiet little chap Bobb e Is That is beekaus he Is a bonehead A can’t think of anything to say, sed Tom mie Riley. He beelongs rite up here in ihe minor league whare he it. that kid. I got prltty mad but I knew entiff to keep still. My Ma always told me not to start a quarl in the presens of older peepul. I wudde*M *• 'n tbt 8 jay town any longer than I cud help, sed i ■ »’ kid. The peepjl here doant know they are alive You know a whole lot for a yung man, don't you. sed Pa You will grow up to he a regular city feller all rite, one of them clerks that rides to work & back home In the trolley & talks a ride on Sunday for a outing & then goes around telling w'hat a wise fish he is. Tommie will never be that kind of a braggart, sed Missus Riley, looking at Pa kind of hard. My littel son knows too much to be a braggart, doant you. Tommie? Tell it to Sweeney, sed Tommie to his mother, Cheese on all that talk about me. I .ay off on me and talk about sum- body that doesn’t know anything Now. Tom nr e. that isent nice, sed his n othe-. I shod fret and take • s weat. sed 11 Riley kid. 1 ahud worry and git gray. he sed Pa Talks. Tommie, sed Pa. as long as yure pa rents will not tell you the truth I am going to. You think you are a vary smart yung man bekaus sumbody laugh, you bow to say. “I shud worry " You can say that & you can sing “Snooky Oakums' & part of "In my Harum." and that lets you out. then you cum up here in the country & try to maik fun of grown up peepul that knew moar when thay was bubies than you will ewer kmw wen you grow up. Ydu ought to be spanked. Tommie. & sent to bed to think It oaver Then Tommie looked at Pa kind of fresh A- sed Say, this is a queer kind of a country. I guess if he had stayed long l wild have had to soak Tommie, but his Pa A Ma got kind of mad wen they seen we dident like thare son. so thay tool him hoain Where Riches Count. The late Mr. Bradley Martin, who was himself a polished wit, used to recall with delight a conversation he overheard between two girls apropos of an aged millionaire's marriage to a debutante. “I know he's rich." said one. "but isn’t he too old to be considered eligible?" "My dear." answered the other girl "lie's too eligible to be considered old." Cult ure. Miss Stella Barre. J HEN 1 began making vocal ulture a serious study a tew years ago six. to be ac curate," said Stella Barre in the most delightfully musical of voices, as we sipped cooling ices after the matinee, "no one except my teacher and myself ed 1 had a voice to train. \Ve elitD k'e. thu ugh — we worked bard to if and i low we have a few ft jl- s, h iivon’i we you have ii.-ai rd Stella Barre’s t op and a IV W (l ithers below it hi; ch • p r enders at the performances of Ab« >a rd” in New York you w ill ! that she has triumphantly prov ed xisb enoe o f he r voice. And a voi ce i W (■ • have bee n told, "an exeelle nt SPECIAL NOTICE! Wilton Jellico COAL S4.25 July Delivery Only Place Your Order at Once JELLICO COAL CO. 82 PEACHTREE ST. Ivy 1S8S Atlanta 3668 Every Woman is interested and should know about the wondariui Marvel I?’ 1 -* 5 *"’ Douche Ask yourdrurtistfor It. If he cannot sup ply the MARVKL. arr«»p» no other, but send stamp for book M fc. tt* SUIT. thing in woman." be It low anti sweet, lor be It high and sweet; but heaven forefend that any one of us have the ' high-pitched nasal voice, or the husky, breathy croak that ure an unfortunate 1 tradition as the possessions of the American woman. "No amount of study is too hard." aid the charming singer, "if it gives ‘ou at last the goal of your dreams, tut you have to work with your brain .s well as your body. And the thing i would warp girls most earnestly a Inst is overfatigue. It is so eas> o think. 'Oh. I will Just keep at this bit longer.’ and to use up so much t ergy and strength that you infringe n your reserve store Now 1 really ractice all afternoon long—but only >out fifteen minutes at a time. 1 w r ork bit, and then I go off to something jite different, and then back to work, .i this way. 1 probably put in three r four hours’ work with less fatigue an two hours of steady application rd overstrain would give "You read so many romances of how e fair telephone girl wins a million- ire husband by saying Hello!’ very weetly to his listening ear. There is ■•nmething in every tale—fairy or other wise—you hear, and w’hether a girl has a singing voice or not. a few singing lessons will vastly Improve her speak- ng voice—and perhaps help to discover another prima donna. A Suggestion. "For the girl who can not afford sing ing lessons. I would suggest deep breathing at an open window’ morning I and night, or whenever she has a hance to try it during the day Then I the lungs and hold the* breath hack •f the voice while speaking a few words, gradually Increasing tha nuniiMar uxjxia you have brenth control and all the while keeping the voice as deep, clear and low as possible.” "But you don’t think that voice alone is sufficient beauty for woman, do you?” 1 asked, for every line of Miss Barre’s cool coral colored linen dress and white hat bespoke a careful attention to the mysteries of true becomingness In dress, with beauty and good taste duly com mingled and these mysteries become ust pain everyday facts in the clever hands and brain of the woman who knows how to dress. ‘‘1 am sure that you recognize the importance of dress ami manner in the field of womanly charm " I "Yes." said Miss Barre. with the j pleasing attention that she always gives I to your part of the conversation; "I , believe in dress and manner as ad- ! utnets to beauty, and I have just four | little pet theories for the first aids to | beauty. Hero they are: First and most important. KEEP *UP. Keep up and ahead of what you are doing of events and happenings; just cultivate a habit of feeling light and buoyant and not weighted down or impeded by life. "Next. BE PLEASANT. Friends are as easy to acquire as enemies, and a pleasant greeting to the people you meet won’t harm them or you. A Mental Picture. "Of course. I believe in dressing as well and as becomingly as your means will allow And to do that you must cultivate your Imagination. Do you know. I can always see myself walking out of the front door and down the street In a dress just about the time I am having iny first fitting I picture myself in clothes, and as I don't like freak pictures. 1 don’t get freak clothes. 1 make sure that my hats form a back- i ground for my face, although if I had a short neck I would be careful not to make It appear still shorter by wearing hats that w’ould cut it off in the course of their down-droop in back. And I study the line of my throat. A neck is pretty geneially becoming—except to the woman with an exceedingly long, narrow face. Square neck for her. and a round line that cuts off the throat -hould be generally taboo. "It's a science, isn't it?" laughed Miss Barre "Why. 1 believe taste in dress lias as many branches and ramifications as the study of singing. But they are both worth while, aren't they?" And we ail agree, don't we, little One Woman's Story By Virginia T. Van de Water. CHAPTER VII. P ERHAPS Mary Danforth did not acknowledge to herself why it was so hard for her to give her mind to her studies during the even ing on which she received Craig’s pansies. If she appreciated that the sender of the flowerfi was *n her con sciousness more than was tlie book of civics lying open in the glow of her student’s lamp, she did not admit it even in her innermost thoughts. She tried to "concentrate," but her wits wandered, and, time and again, she found, with a guilty start, that for some minutes she had been gazing abstractedly at nothing. It was late when at last she put out her light, urged to this course by her mother, who insisted that she was wearing herself out studying so hard, and that she would be "good for nothing" in the morning. When Mary awoke on the morrow she was forced to confess the ac curacy of the final part of her moth er’s prediction, for she did feel "good for nothing." Her eyes smarted and her limbs ached as she busied herself with her toilet. A vague feeling ot disappointment possessed her, de pressing and. at the same time, irri tating her. and she went to breakfast with her nerves and temper on edge. She had difficulty in controlling her feelings when Mrs. Danforth, in her desire to promote table talk, Inno cently Introduced the subject of t'raig —feeling that he would be an Inter esting topic of conversation. Vexed at the Blush. "I declare," announced the kind- hearted matron, amiably, "I have al most fallen in love myself with that tall Texan. He has such beautiful mariners and is so considerate of el derly people. Don't you think he .s delightful 9 ” As this remark was addressed to the table at large, Mary, vexed at the blush which she felt creeping to her forehead, busied herself with aer grapefruit and made no reply. “Don’t you like him, daughter?” persisted her mother. "I think that he’s a presentable man. mother, if that’s what you mean." responded the girl tartly and with tightening lips. "You can hard ly expect me to say, as you just said, that 1 am ‘almost in love with him nuself, can you?" The wands were sharp and the tone ha***i'.. The speaker suddenly appre ciated that this was the second time within a fev days that she had been impt tient with her mother As be fore. ?he regretted her show’ of tem per when she saw the wounded ex- rressior. in her mother’s eves. She noted also that her father was looking at her in amazement. "1 did not mean to speak like that, mother,” she said quickly and peni tently. She pushed her chair back from the table and, going around to the elderly woman, laid her own Hushed cheek against the wrinkled one. "I had no business to be so cross, and l am very sorry. I am as nervous as a cat this morning. Please forgive me." Mrs. Danforth patted her daugh ter’s hand, her face all smiles in an instant. "That’s all right, my darling,” she soothed. “We all have our cranky spells. Now eat your break fast. for it is getting late. I shall be glad when this dreadful grind is over and you have graduated.” she a.bled, with a sigh. v‘‘You are not !ffcr your dear self these clays, and it is because you are overwrought and overtired.” Mary made no protest. She won dered secretly if the strain of work was entirely responsible for her vague sense of discontent and uncer tainty. Breakfast over, she hurried to her room to collect her books, and, as she returned to the hall, ready to leave the house, she came upon her father, lie was leaning against the wall, his hand to his head. His face was pale and his brow contracted as if he were suffering. “Father!” exclaimed the girl In alarm, "what is the matter?” "Nothing to worry about, pet," he insisted. "I was Just a little dizzy and headachy for a minute. I’m bet ter now. Don’t look so frightened!’ "Dad,” said Mary, anxiously, "you are not well. You’ve been overwork ing.” “Oh, I guess not,” he replied with an attempt at raillery. “An old codger like me must expect such feel ings- this warm weather, that’s all— but I find It hard to remember that I’m getting old." "Won’t you see a doctor?” urged Mary. Mary Gets a Shock. "Pshaw!” he laughed. "I'm all right, 1 tell you! Don’t mention this little turn to your mother, for she makes a mountain of a molehill when I don’t feel up to the scratch.” On the way to school Mary thought of her father with some perturbation but the hurry and bustle of the day's work drove all other worries from her brain und she had forgotten the little episode by the time she boarded the subway train in the evening. She watched the express on which she rode draw away from a local train. As tlie lighted windows slid slowly backward she thought of how she had first seen Gordon Craig under circum stances like these. It was like a story book romance, and he looked not un like a book hero, she said to herself with a contemptuous smile at her own silliness. , Her thoughts were stiD busy with him as she walked along toward her home. V pen she turned into her own street, several leather-lunged men. carrying bundles of papers, were shouting "Extra" at the other end of the block in the hollow, reverberating tones of the New York disaster har binger. Still dreaming, she paid lit tle heed to them, but went up to hei apartment, her mind on the man she had known for such a little while Strange, she mused, that he should i have impressed her so strongly. Her i father was standing in the drawing j room as she entered her home. A | glance at his face brought her to a I comprehension of the news vender-’ cries as they were borne now to her I ears through the open windows. "Terrible acclde^* on the Bosting ; Express!" they were shouting. Blindly the girl stretched her hands i to her father as he came toward her. "Dad." she asked hoarsely, "whs i that ’’ She got no further, for her father put his arm quickly about her and ; drew hei to him. 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Then he gave it a powerful push with the point. The armor toppled over and fell down the stairs with a hollow’ clash. It was empty. ”1 guess he’s harmless.” Rusty Immediately began gathering up the pieces. “I’ll fix dis one so he won’t jump no mo’!’’ he declared, savagely. “What are you going to do?” "I'm gonna sink this other battle ship!” "Hold on—wait a minute. I reckon we can use that,” said Jarvis, smiling a little. "It takes a thief to catch a thief, they say. We ll just out-spook Mr. Ghost. Come on. Rusty," he went on impatiently, holding up the breast plate and back-piece like an under shirt, "get into this hardware as fast as you can.” Rusty drew back with violent head- shakings. "Marse Warren, I don’ wanna be no spook." “.Listen!” commanded his master, sharply. "Somebody was w’orklng in this room. It's a cinch that the treas ure is here and it’s a bigger cinch he’ll come back to get it when w’e are gone." "You ain’t gonna leave me heah alone!" protested the old darkey. 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Where's your sword?” A cataclysmic sneeze caused the ar mor to rattle like a junk wagon. “I never heard a ghost sneeze be fore,” chided his master, .reprovingly. “Marse Warren, I’se eatchln’ cold," pleaded the knight, In the hope of par don. • “Nonsense! Now. Rusty, keep your ears and eyes open—don’t move a mus cle. If anyone comes, yell your head off—but don’t sneeze!” “Marse Warren, I wanna go home!’* “We haven’t any home. Rusty,” was the sober response, as his master ad justed him on the pedestal. Rusty sighed till the clasps of the armor creaked complaint. “Marse Warren. I don’t evah ’spect to get out o’ dis boogy house nohow.” "Well, Rusty, there are some things ” , Jarvis broke off abruptly and threw back his head, motioning Rusty to be quiet. To his ears came a sound so laint and far-off that it was impos sible to decide whether it was a stifled groan near at hand or a call from some distant part of the castle. To Be Continued To-morrow. Now’s the time to make sure that your children get all the food necessary to build up their muscles and bones and put on flesh. Their physical future depends largely on what they eat now. ‘' Get into this hardware bled Jarvis, tolling with a rusty clasp. “Marse Warren," said Rusty, solemn ly, “I knowed you since you was a baby.” "What’s that got to do with it? Pull in your breath a little bit." “She gin you dat jew’lry you got ’roun’ your neck, didn’ she? She kind o' crazy 'bout you, too, ain’t she?” “How do you know?" inquired Jarvis, his eagerness concealed by the fact that he was bending over in the rear trying to joint the greaves to Rusty's pon derous calves. “I knows, all right!" declared Rusty. "But how do you know? Quit shifting around!” “We-ell, I’m goin’ to tell you, an’ then you'll know how I knows. Jus’ ’fore them horses jumped on me—when I was waitin’ in de road—I heard a winder go up slap! An’ dare was de Princess a-lookin’ up at de moon, jes’ like a pic- ter. Jes’ a-lookin’ at de moon, an’ she says—an’ she says—’’ "W'hat did she say?” snapped Jarvis. “ ‘Ah,’ she says, a-lookin’ at de moon, she says, ‘de world am ■'begun all over ag in fo’ me.’ ” Good News. Warren started and was conscious of a 9inging in his ears that was not all due to the constant bending over re quired of a squire-at-arms. He held his tongue, knowing a darky's fondness as fast as you can.” for sentimental gossip, and Rusty went on: "And den—and den—she go right on \ an' she says—she says, ‘Gawd be with 1 A month in Colorado will make your children strong and healthy for a whole year. Take them into the Rocky Mountains and see them grow; watch their cheeks redden and eyes brighten. Your parents could not afford to give you the chance. Colorado was too far away. But the Colorado Flyer from St. Louis has squeezed three-fourths of the distance out of the fnap. a /