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I doant think we will move back to the city till skool beeglns aggenn. sed Pa to the Rileys. We like It out here in the country & beesldes, I want Bob bie to stay here as long: as posslbel. A boy is always better off 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. M.v husband doesn’t think so. sed Ma You see. he was born & brought up in a small town. & he says that a boy bom & brought up in a small town has more all around training. He can learn to swim Sc hunt Sc fish Sc row a boat Sc hitch up a horse Sc a lot of other thing* that malks a man out of him wen he grows up. But a boy in the city can get such perfect manners, sed Missus Riley. Tommie has learned all he knows about manners by associating with nice littl® boys in the city that lern thare man ners from thare private teechers, the little deers. You are always careful about yure manners, aint you. Tommie, sed Missus Riley. I shud worry about manners, sed Tom mie. What do 1 care about manners. People In Hoboken have all tNie man ners. sed Tommie. Now. Tommie, that Isent nice, sed Missus Riley See what a quiet little chap Bobbie 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 the minor league whare he it, that kid. I got pritty mad but I knew enuff to keep still. My Ma always told me not to start a quarl in the presens of older peepul I wtidd*»r» ’n ibis jay town any longer than I cud help, sed tin* It kid. The peepul here doant know they are alive. You know a whole lot for a yung man. don’t you, sed Pa. You will grow tip to be a regular city feller, all rite, j one of them clerks that rides to work & back home In the trolley Sc talks a ride on Sunday for a outing A: then goes around telling what a wise fish he is. Tommie will never be that kind of a braggart, sed Missus Riley, looking at Pa kind of bard 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. Lay off on me and talk about sum- body that doesn’t know anything Now. Tommie, that Isent nice, sed his n othe-. I shud fret and take a sweat sed th Riley kid. 1 shud 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 sum body taught you how to ftay, * | shud worry." You can say that Sc you can sing "Snooky Ookums" A- part of “in my Harum,” and that let's you out. A then you cum up here in the country & try to maik fun of grown up peepul that knew' moar when thay was babies than you will ewer know wen you grow up. You ought to be spanked, Tommie, Sc 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 I wud have hud to soak Tommie, but his Pa & Ma got kind of mad wen they seen we di'ieni like thare son. so thay tool: him houm. Beauty Secrets j Stella Barre Tells of the Value of Voice Culture. ... -Jit * . -i ' . One Woman’s Story By Virginia T. Van de Water Miss Stella Barre. 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 he considered j eligible?" "My dear.' answered the other girl. | “he's too eligible to be considered old.” SPECIAL NOTICE! Wilton Jellico COAL $4.23 July Delivery Only Place Your Order at Once JELLICO COAL CO. 82 PEACHTREE ST. Ivy 1585 Atlanta 3668 Every Wuman 1* interested and should know about the wonderful Marvel ******* Douche Ask Towrdmggietfor it. If he cannot sup ply the MAKVRL. accept no other, but send Oan’p'nrb. o'. it.. 44 [, too »t.,N.T, 44 I Y 7 HEN I began making vocal l/y culture h serious study u ¥ * few years ago six, to be ac curate." saul Stella Barre’ in the most delightfully musical of voices, as we sipped cooling ices after the matinee, “no one except my teacher and myself believed I had a voice to train. YYe did believe, though we worked hard to prove it—and now we have a few fol- i lowers, haven’t we?” If you have heard Stella Bar re’s top note and a few others below it such as she renders at the performances of “All Aboard" In New York •>ou will agree that she lias triumphantly proved the existence of her voice. And a voice is. as we have been told, “an excellent thing in woman.” be it low and sweet, or 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 are an unfortunate tradition as the possessions of the American woman. “No amount of study is too hard." aid the charming singer, "if it gives cu at last the goal of your dreams ■tut you have to work with your brain is well as your body. And the thing would warp girls most earnestly amst is overfatigue. It is so eas> o think. 'Oh. 1 will just keep at this bit longer.’ and to use up so much iergy and strength that you Infringe i your reserve store. Now 1 really active all afternoon long but only out fifteen minutes at a time. I work bit, and then 1 go off to something lite different, and then back to work, n this way, I probably put in three r four hours’ work with less fatigue an two hours of steady application md 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. The.re is itmiething in every tale—fairy or other wise—you hear, and whether a girl has a singing voice or not. a few singing lessons will vastly improve her speak ing voice- anil perhaps help to discover another prima donna. A Suggestion. "For the girl who can not afford sing ing lessons. 1 would suggest deep breathing at an open window morning and night, or whenever she has a iance to try it during the day. Then 4 the lungs and hold the breath back f the voice while speaking a few words, gradual!} increasing the numU* uo*u. you have breath 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?" I asked, for every line of Miss Barre's cool (‘oral colored linen dress and white hut bespoke a careful attention to the mysteries of true becomingness in dress, with beauty and good taste duly com mingled—anil these mysteries become lust plain 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 and manner in the field of womanly charm." Yes." said Miss Barre. with the pleasing attention that she always gives to your part of the conversation; "I believe in dress and manner as ad juncts to beauty, and 1 have Just four little pet theories for the first aids to beauty. Here 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 iife. “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. 1 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 my first fitting. I picture myself in clothes, and as I don’t like freak pictures. 1 don't get freak clothes. I make sure that my hats form a back ground for my face, although if 1 had a short neck I would be careful not to make it appear still shorter by wearing hats that would cut it off in the course of their down-droop in back. And I study the line of my throat. A neck is pretty generally becoming—except to the woman with an exceedingly long. | narrow face. Square neck for her. ami i a round line that ‘cuts off the throat J should be generally' taboo “It's a science, isn’t it?” laughed Miss Barre. "Why, 1 believe taste in dress I has as many branches and ramifications ) as the study of singing. But they are both worth while, aren’t they?" And we all agree, don't we, little CHAPTER VII. P ER HA PH 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 flowers was in 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 w r as 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 “gopd for nothing.” Her eyes smarted and her limbs ached as she busied herself with her toilet. A vague feeling of 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. Hhe had difficulty in controlling her feelings when Mrs. Danforth, in her desire to promote table talk, inno cently introduced the subject of Craig —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 manners and is so considerate of el derly people. Don’t you think he .s delightful 7 ” 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 her grapefruit and made no reply. “Don’t you like him, daughter?” persisted her mothtr. “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 sny, as you just said, that 1 am ‘almost in love with him m\**e'.f, can you?” The words were sharp and the tone lia r «i.. The speaker suddenly appre ciated that this was the second time within a few days that she had been imp; tlent with her mother As be fore, she regretted her show’ of tem per when she saw the wounded ex- I ressior. in her mother’s eves. Hhe noted also that her father was looking ut 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 flushed cheek against the wrinkled one. “1 had no business to be so cross, and I am very sorry. I am as nervous as a (‘at 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 added, with a sigh. “You are not like your dear self these days, 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 Yliseontent 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. He was leaning against the wall, his hand to his head. His face was pale and his brow contracted as if lie were suffering. “Father!” exclaimed the girl in alarm, “what Is the matter?" “Nothing to worry about, pet." he insisted. “I was just a little dizz> 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 ut 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, I 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 hut the hurry and bustle of the day’s work drove all other worries from her brain and she had forgotten the little episode by the time she boarded the subway train in the evening. Hhe watched the express on which she rode draw away from a local train. As the 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 stiB busy with him as she walked along toward her home. V pen she turred into her own street, several leather-lunged men, carrying bundles of papers, were shouting "Extra" at the other end of tile 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 have impressed her so strongly. Her father was standing in the drawing room as she entered her home. A gjance at his face brought her to a comprehension of the news venders’ cries as they were borne now to her ears through the open windows. “Terrible acclder** on the Hosting Express!" they were siiouting. Blindly the girl stretched her hands to her father as he came toward her. "Dad," she asked hoarsely, "was that ” She got no further, for her father put his arm quickly about her and drew her to him. “Yes, little girl,” he said, tremu lously, "the Boston Express—Craig's train—has been wrecked, and. GoJ help us! most of the Pullman passed gvrs are dead!” The Most Exciting Serial of the Year. SERIALIZED . By J. W. McCONAUGHY (Copyright, 19X3. by Star Co.) ■ TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Rusty raised his head and timidly put it out around the, angle of the fireplace, where he had taken refuge. “YVha is he?" he asked huskily. His master straightened up. put the revolver back in its holster and pointed grimly to the trap. "Water and a long drop," he said quietly. “There’s another of the Duke’s men gone.” Rusty got shakily to his feet. "I knowed them battleship boogies was spooks," he observed dolefully. The plural suggested something to Jarvis. He motioned Rusty to stay back, and, picking up the sword, advanced on the second figure. He made two or three feints to strike and got no response. 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. “I 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 working 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 we are gone." "You ain’t gonna leave me heah alone!" protested the old darkey. The Plan. “Sure! I’m going to put you in this so you can watch. I'm going t make a bluff that were both gone. You'll be as safe as a church in this. No one would ever think of looking for one of us in this armor. You watch, and when he starts to work—then yell your head off!” “i’ll yell so loud they’ll hear me in Kentucky,’’ Rusty assured him, re luctantly permitting himself to be ar mored. “You give your best yell and then I’ll nail him." Rusty sniffed doubtfully. “If you don’t nail him he'll nail me!” Jarvis grunted and fussed over the armor as the right valiant swashbuckler for whom it was constructed was less generously designed amidships than the rotund darky. “Marse Warren,” remarked Rusty, presently, “you mus’ think a heap o’ Miss Princess to go prowlin’ and proj- ec’ing ’roun’ in dis boogy house in de dark " “What makes you think that?" rnum- you, |ny American!’ ” ' A steel thigh-piece slipped through Jarvis’ fingers and clattered to the floor. “An 1 ," concluded Rusty, with invinci ble logic, “I'se de only American ’roun* heah ’cep’ you, Marse Warren.” “God bless you, Rusty!” said his mas ter, fervently, to himself. But aloud ho said, holding up the heavy casque: “Here—put your head in this Stet son. Gloves—here i now’! How do you feel?” Jarvis surveyed him with a grin. Sancho Panza would have looked a courtly and sprightly cavalier by com parison. “All In.” was the glum response from the hollow depths of the helmet. "Do I look like a spook?” “You’re a wonderful sight!” declared his master, heartily. "Now, Rusty, get over here. 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 catchin’ 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. “Marbo Warren, I don’t evah ’spect to get out o’ dis boogy r house nohow.” "Well, Rusty, there are some things f* Jarvis broke ofF abruptly and threw back his head, motioning Rusty to be quiet. To his ears came a sound so faint 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. “Get into this hardware as fast as you can.’’ bled - Jarvis, toiling 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 y r ou. 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—" "What did she say?" snapped Jarvis. “ ‘Ah,’ she say's, 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 singing in his ears that was not all due to the constant bending over, re quired of a squire-at-arms. 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