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One Woman’s Story * * Beauty * * Secrets for the Working Girl from Pretty Belle Baker. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS i The Mistakes of Jennie . By HAL COFFMAN By Virginia T. Van De Water. CHAPTER XIII. G ORDON CRAIG had been away from New York for a week when Mary Danforth received her first letter from him. She had stipulated before he went that he should not write often, as she want ed “time to think.” “I must see whether I miss you when you are irrevocably out of sight,” she had said. “Do not write oftener than once a fortnight.” In commanding this she had obeyed her head rather than her heart. She would not yield easily to any desire to keep in touch with this man whom she was beginning to iove. If she really cared for him, her affection would exist no matter how long his silence; If her liking was but a pass ing fancy, absence and non-commu nication would prove this fact. Yet, in spite of her interdict, she found herself wondering how soon Craig would write. She almost hoped he would disobey her orders. Mary Sat Sewing. It was Friday afternoon and Mary sat sewing, allowing herself to do this because there were no lessons to be prepared for the next day. She was embroidering a collar to be worn with her graduation gown, and her fingers plied the netedle swiftly and deftly while her thoughts flew ahead to the day on which she should first wear this bit of finery. Would Craig surely come on for her commence ment? Would she see him in the au dience, and, if so, would she be ner vous? She hoped not. She also hoped that she would look so well on that occasion that the man would find her very fair and lovable. The arrival of tho postman at an apartment house and the distribution of the letters by the hallboy are by no means closely connected, so Mary was surprised when soon after the whistle had shrilled below Jennie appeared with a letter and a small parcel. “A registered package for you. Miss Mary,” she explained, “and will you please sign for it, the carrier says? And here’s two letters that the hallboy Just brought up.” Mary signed the registry cp.rd, re turned it to Jennie, and. with an in different manner, laid the letters upon the table at her side. She would not let the maid suspect how her heart had leaped at sight of the San An tonio postmark. The other letter was a simple note of invitation from a schoolmate, but, when Jennie had closed the door behind her, Mary forced herself to open this first. She did this as small children, confronted by two articles of food which must be eaten, dispose first of that which they care least for, saving, as they say, “the best for the last." It is doubtful if the recipient gave much thought to her schoolmate’s invita tion, yet she replaced it carefully in its envelope after reading it. Then she took up her Western letter, and. with her embroidery scissors, opened it. She found an almost agreeable self-torture in making herself per form all these details slowly. But when the sheet was opened, her eyes devoured the contents ea gerly. It was not a long letter, and the girl read and re-read it. “I Must Tell You.” “Dearest,” it ran, “I ftiay call you that because you are that to me, and my calling you by a title which be longs to you does not commit you to anything, does it? I had a comfort able Journey home—that is, a phys ically comfortable journey. But when T remembered that I was stead ily drawing away from, instead of going toward you, I found it hard not to get out and take a return train to New York. “Come to think of it, it seems to me that you told me I must not write to you about my love for you, but 1 must do it just this once. 1 am send ing by registered mail something that belongs to you. It is the same Quar ter that you lent me on that blessed evening on which I first saw you, dear. You remember I had to take it hack after returning it to you, for your mother insisted that it was mine, not yours. Well, I am now' returning it to its real owner. Forgive me for making it into a little souvenir in stead of leaving It as it was when I received it. Perhaps you may think it worth wearing on your bangle, or udth some of the jingling things girls fasten on their chains. As long as you feel there Is any chance of your some day loving me, please keep this. If you ever decide to have nothing to do with such an unworthy person as myself, you need not write me to that effect, hut just return the trinket to me, and I w'ill know the sad truth that would change my whole life. Then my heart will never be a real heart again, but a lump of lead.” .Little Else to Letter. There w'as little else to the letter except the signature, prefaced by oth er sentiments as seemingly foolish to the “wise and prudent” as all the rest of the epistle w'ould have ap peared. But. the reader was only a young and trustful girl. Her lips were smiling happily and her fingers trembling slightly as she unfastened the tiny registered par cel. Upon a layer of cotton lay the coin, glistening brightly, and look ing like a new bit of sliver. It had oeen polished smooth and on one side of it were Mary’s initials—"M. D.”— while bn the reverse side were the initials of the sender, “G. C.” A tiny ring was at the top of the coin, by which It could be suspended from a chain or bracelet. From childhood Mary Danforth had worn about her neck a thin cha n and small locket given her by a native. This locket she removed and s ipped the coin in its place on the chain. She looked long at the initials. “G. C.," then kissed them suddenly, and, as it ashamed of her action, quickly clasp ed the chain about her throat. Un fastening her collar, she Blipped the chain and its new burden inside of the neck of her dress. “I -will never return it," she said softly,'her eyes shining. “I know now that I will never have to return it. And"—with a sudden blush, “when he comes again I shall tell him so,” One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN. (Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine Green.) Miss Belle Baker, I F I were a little flve-dollar a week shop girl, and some all-the-com- forts-of-home luxurious society lady told me how to acquire charm and loveliness, I might reflect that it is easy to be dainty and sweet when you have no handicap like hers. How ever, if a girl whose handicap was far greater than mine had ever been were to tell me how to be lovely on my “five per,” I think I would listen. So please hearken to Belle Baker, who started her career in a “ladles’ waist factory” when she was nine years old, and now—after a lapse of ten years, as the programs say—is a popular vaudeville star who has just returned from a happy tour of the Orpheum circuit. Told of Her Voice. “They used to hide me in a box of waists when the inspector came around, and finally they were afraid to keep me at the factory,” said the dark-eyed Belle. “So I had to leave and find work in another factory, for I was the oldest of six children and we were poor in a way you probably know nothing about. Factory after factory dismissed me because they were afraid to keep a child so young in their employ. I tried selling lem onade and newspapers—but 1 did have to work so hard and made so little money, that I finally went to a music hall and offered my services free if they would Just give me a chance to sing. “t calmly told them that I had a beautiful voice, and my self-confi dence must have impressed them, for they tried me and then gave me the princely salary of three dollars a week. In three years I worked up to fifteen—and so I can talk lo wage earners on their own levels, even though the last three years have brought me far more prosperity than I ever dreamed was possible in my early days. “I still have to make a study of how to induce money to go a long way, for I have an invalid mother and her three children out in the country. They look to me for everything—and so I am ready to talk about how to look as well as possible on as little money as possible. "Now, I think that cheap little dresses may be just as sweet as most expensive things. And if you are clever at copying, you may go and look in the Fifth avenue windows quite free of charge, and copy a forty- dollar hat for four dollars. I know, for I have done it—and still do it now' and then. “Learn to observe finely dressed women—and then in simple materials copy whatever of their costume will be in good taste for your station in life. But the girl on a small salary who wants to have all the things her wealthy sisters have will often look so overdressed as to bring a question of her respectability—and she won’t save. And the poor girl must culti vate the habit of saving—or when ever she thinks about the possible rainy day, why, then unbecoming worn' wrinkles will come. “A poor girl who wants to look well must patronize East Side tailors and bring them Fifth avenue ideas, and must pick up bargain basement silk stockings of the boot hose variety at 12 1-2 cents a pair if she wants to wear silk hosiery. Beauty Hints. “I believe the poor girl’s greatest help toward beauty is health. Milk and a sandwich for lunch instead of doughnuts and pie and chocolate cclaire—more fruit and less sweets, and plenty of baths. Why, I myself think two or three a day are not too many in the hot summer days. But a daily bath and all the sensible food we can possibly afford, and a jar of good cold cream to take the city dust out of the pores of her face are the best beauty hints for the poor girl—* or her rich sister—that I know. “Don't envy the girl who has more than you—try to get happiness right at home by bringing it there, and do relax instead of rushing feverishly off to have a ‘good time’ when you come home all tired from work. For if you look sweet and daintily clean and fresh and rested, you will have the best kind of good looks to help you on the ambition I share with all of you—to make good.” And this is pretty Belle Baker’s kindly message to all her little sis ters of toil. JUST FOR GIRLS T O the girl in love, from Sunday to Sunday is as long a time as that between her husband’s monthly pay checks after she has married. Tell a girl before her marriage that she is throwing herself away, and she Is insulted. Tell her after mar riage that she might have done bet ter, and she is flattered, When the engagement is an non ne ed there Is always some dear friend who says: “Well, I am glad she has got a man at last.” A girl with a love affair that does not come out right usually makes the mistake of confiding in seven teen girl friends before she confides in her mother. The girl is thinking of marriage long before it has entered the man’s mind. After a girl is married the only time she is serenaded is when her husband is elected to office. In love affairs in fletlob a girl Is proud and high-spirited, and tells s er lover if he tires of her a hint will be enough. Unless sure of him. she says, her chains would gall her and she would throw his freedom at his feet. But somehow, in real life, there is more about breach of prom ise suits. In the books, the bride’s old room is left as she walked out of it, ready for her should she ei'er return. In real life, her brothers and sisters have a quarrel over who is to get It the day her engagement is announced and one of them has moved in be fore the wedding party has reached the gate. There is this difference between maidhenhood and matrimony': The maiden expects her parents to save money, and finds after marriage tha. if any is saved she must save it her self. When a girl is engaged she stops ; saying her prayers; but after she ha - . been married a time she begins agai:. and her fervor Is doubled. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “I can bear anything ” His foot moved toward the edge of the step on which he stood. “Genevieve?” He had stopped again. “Yes,” she murmured, wearily. “Do you love me?” Her form, which up to that momeni had held itself erect by the mere force of a will exerted to the utmost, suddenly yielded and expressed in every curve, a feminine softness. “With all my heart,” she murmured “Then,” said he, “I am content. And his foot passed over the edge of the step. There wss no further delay. In a moment they were at the foot of the stairs, and in another had entered the parlor under the gaze of five hundred pairs of eyes. As they did so a mur mur expressive of something more than admiration arose behind them, and Dr. Cameron, tortured by anxiety, cast an other look at his bride. She was pale and her eyes were surrounded by great circles, but it was a woman who moved beside him. and a determined woman, too, and the change brought comfort to his heart and made the rest of his walk down the room less of an ordeal than their entrance had been. The clergyman was an old man and had doubtless married a thousand cou ples. To him there was nothing strange in a pallid and weaxy-looking bride, an-: a nervous, deeply excited bridegroom. He gave them a benevolent glance, lift ed his book and began the service. But there were some persons present, rela tives and friends of the contracting par ties, who felt there was something un usual in the affair, and craned their necks to get a glimpse of the bride’s face, wholly forgetful of the splendor of her Jewels, and the priceless lace of her veil, which, under « Tier circumstances, would have attracted all their attention. The bride, however, did not lift her eyes and when she spoke in answer to the minister’s questions, the reply she gave was uttered in a voice so low that no one heard it but the bridegroom and the minister. But this is not unusual with brides, and the cereim ry proceeded, and the time came for placing the ring on her finger. A Bad Position. But here a difficulty arose. For some reason best known to herself, Miss Gretorex had preferred to be married without bridesmaids. There was, there- | fore, no one at hand to assist her in taking off her glove, and her own agi tation making her unequal to the task, she found herself obliged, a ter an ir effectual effort to do so, to stretch out her hand for the ring, with the glove still on it. Dr. Cameron, feeling for her 'embarrassment, accepted the situation with his usual sang froid. and holding the ring on the first joirit for tr would not slip all the way down on a finger so protected—was on the point of litter ing the sacred vow, to love, cherish and protect her, when, through the hush of he moment, there came an interruption o startling and so wild that every lead turned and more than one rosy cheek grew pale. It was a scream, n unearthly and terrified scream! Com g from where? No one could tell. Speak ing Qf what? Fear, dismay, anguish anything, everything that was out of ac cord with the scene it had so weirdly interrupted. Dr. Cameron, thinking of the ban shee's warning, stretched out his arm to sustain his bride, whom this last and most fearful shock must surely rob of 1 strenth. But he soon found that she needed no assistance. Instead of suc cumbing to the general fright, she seemed to rise above it. and. contrary to every expectation of those about her. her head rose and her lip grew firm, till she grew absolutely masterful in her earnestness and determination. The minister caught her look, the bride groom the Infection of her spirit, and the ceremony proceeded almost without he break of even a momentary hesl- ation. With the utterance of the ben- diction, a great sigh of relief rose from the vast assemblage, and upon he bride and groom turning to receive heir congratulations, no one marveled > observe her cheek so pale, or his brow' so troubled, for the echo of that unexplained shriek was still ringing n his ears: and to superstitious minds, ' to no others, there was an omen in this weird interruption that was any thing but reassuring. Mr. and Mrs. Gretorex alone preserv ed their usual impertubabiliiy. With smiling faces they greeted their child , and shook hands with their new' son- | in-law. Then as the wonder and dis ! may about them took speech, and such phrases as “What ao you think It was? ! Did you ever hear anything like It?” began to be whispered about, Mr. Gre- i torex stepped forward and remarked: | “We have a servant who is subject to fits of nervous excitement. It was her voice you heard.” And immedlate- ; ly the contenances of all brightened and the line of friends and acquain tances began to form and congratula- ! tions were offered and the scene re gained its lost cheerfulness and bril liancy.. Only in two hearts the shadow yet rested, and upon two brows appre hension had set its seal too deeply for a word to drive it away. Dr. Cameron and his bride did not be lieve In the explanation which had been offered, and to one of them at least the future held terror which made the present ordeal of smiles, bows and mechanical hand shaking a tor ture which was only made endurable by the fear of rearousing suspicion in the breasts of the guests. And even this thought lost its sustaining power at last, and Dr. Cameron, who was constantly on the watch for signs of weakening on the part of his bride, turned and drew up a chair for hen saying: “You are overtaxing your strength. Take it easier, my darling.” A smile, extraordinarily sweet, an swered this his first attempt at con jugal tenderness, but It soon flitted away, leaving her paler and more hol low-eyed than before. The Scream. “I cannot stand this long,” she mur mured. “I must know what that scream meant. Do you think I could be excused from receiving any more congratulations? I want to go to my room.” She paused wdth an Irrepres sible shudder; then continued, “I must go to my room If only for a moment. I cannot breathe here.” “There Is your mother,” he rejoined, surprised and yet touched by her as pect of appeal. “She understands all these matters; let her manage it for you.” And anxious to save his newly made wife all the effort he could, he leaned forward and touching Mrs. Gretorex on the arm, whispered: “Genevieve is really feeling quit© ill. Is there no way of releasing her from all this nonesense? She wants to go | to her room.” The haughty mother surveyed her daughter In surprise. "What is the matter?” she asked. “You were well enough this after noon. “I know’.” respondent her daughter with an effort; “but that scream. “Pshaw! haven’t you heard Margaret cry out before? You are foolish to mind It: everything Is all right now.” “I know,” was the low reply, "but— and here the young bride made an effort visible to all "I cannot he myself till I know' that It was Mar garet who screamed. Send and see for me." The mother’s lip curled, hut she dkl not refuse her daughter’s request. Beckoning a servant to her, she whis pered him an order and turned again to her guests. Mrs. Cameron endeav ored to do the same, but her smile had become ghastly and she committed more than one gaucherie. At length the servant not returning, she gave up all attempt to sustain her part, and sat literally shivering, her eye on the door by which the servant bad disap peared as if upon his reappearance alone her life and reason depended. Dr. Cameron, who lost nothing of all this, even while endeavoring to cover up her abstraction by renewed atten tion to the guests crowding around them, was about to suggest the advisa bility of her following out her first im pulse and going to her room, when sud denly her whole bearing changed, and phe rose with a hurried apology and hastened toward the door. Her husband followed, but her action was so quick . and the throng so great that she es- j raped him for the moment, and he did 1 not see. her again til] she, appeared on the stairs going rapidly up. She was moving eagerly and showed no signs of weakness, so he did not hasten, there being more than one of his particular friends in the way, ready with jest or congratulation to detain him. Some few minutes therefore had elapsed before he reached her door. It was closed and he knocked, expecting It to be opened immediately. But though he repeated his knock no an swer came from within, and irritated be yond measure by the succession of In comprehensible occurrences, he shook the handle of the door and spoke her name with decision. It had the desired effect, for In a mo ment the key was turned In the lock and the door opened just wide enough to show her face. He was startled to perceive that the room behind her was perfectly dark. How dare yon, you beast!” CHAPTER XXII. T HE new place where Jennie worked was one of those dingy offices you often see and wonder what the inhabitant does to make a living. Tho man Jennie worked for did a little of every thing from selling worthless mining stork to being an “ambulance chase*”—or commonly known as a shyster lawyer. Jennie didn’t seem to have much work to do and often wondered why the man hired her at all. But after she had been there a few days she began to understand the reason. The man hardly ever took his eyes off her. Even when Jennie would be copying something on the typewriter, If she hap pened to look up suddenly she found the man al ways Intently staring at her. Whenever he had anything to explain to her he would lean over her chair a great deal eloser than necessary and accidentally—QUITE accident ally—lay his hand on her shoulder. Jennie began to notice these tilings and would always try to keep the table or a chair between them when he was in the office. One day he came in and Jennie smelled liquor very strong about him, and before she realized it he had her in his arms trying to kiss her. Jennie struggled with all her might and finally dodged around the table out of his reach. “How dare you— you BEAST!” exclaimed Jennie. “Tha’s a’rlght,” said the man, “the other girls -ghat worked here before didn’t mind it when I kissed ’em.” —HAL COFFMAW (To Be Continued.) Household Suggestions A Request. I will be out lb a moment,” she de clared and smiled a hurried dismissal. But he was not going to face the crowd below again, so he did not turn at her bidding, but kept his place, which seeing, she stepped out into the hall and said: “I am feeling better. If you will give me ten minutes more rest and quiet I think I shall be able to go downstairs again.” Why did not Dr Cameron feel re lieved at this, especially as she was looking better? He could not tell. “Are you sure.” he Inquired, “that you are best alone? Shall I not stay with you and take you down?” But her look trembled with an appeal so urgent, she seemd so anxious for solitude and repose that he had not the heart to urge his new claims upon her He, therefore, withdrew after a com forting word or two, determined to step into the room which he had occupied before the ceremony and there await her coming. But before he could reach Its threshold he was stopped by the servant who had been sent by Mrs. Gretorex to make inquiries about Mar garet. “Oh, sir,” inquired this man, “is Mrs. Cameron in her room? I want to tell her about Margaret.” “And what have you to tell?” asked the doctor. “Nothing, sir, except that Margaret isn’t in the house at all. She went out after she got her supper without ask ing leave of anyone, sir. I suppose she thought no one would miss her. But Mrs Fenton, the housekeeper, sir, sees everything and ” To Be Continued To-morrow. C ULTURE is the result of the con stant choice of everything that makes life beautiful. In mnn- j ners, habits, thoughts, books, words o.c ! conversation the cultivated man or ! woman aims to choose the best. If ! one has been negligent In these mat- | ters a new start may be made. It may be a surprise when we ren.1- | Ize how very limited i» our vocabu- j lary and how we have been satisfied ; with it. A good vocabulary may be acquired by reading books which are | worth reading, as well as by talking ' with those who express themselves In the speech of educated people. Thought Is back of speech, and those who think accurately have a discrim inating sense of language and try to use the best word to say what is In their minds. It is neither pedantic nor is it af fected to use well chosen words. It is not desirable to use long, difficult words. The simplest, most direct, molt vigorous words are usually convinc ing. We may choose a descriptive or a beautiful word, expressing ourselves in clear, terse speech without using expletive* or exaggerated terms which are weak and without using in appropriate, ordinary language. The habit of using slang destroys the taste for good English. A slang i phrase may seem crisp or condensed, I but It is not wit. Usually It is coarse and cheap and may be compared to a counterfeit coin. If we were as anxious to add a descriptive or beau tiful word to our vocabulary as to add the latest slang there might be hope i for improvement in our speech. We should be as careful to choose 1 correct words an to be careful In | dress. Women give much thought to ! the selection of becoming dress, yet there are many pretty, well-dress- d women who seem unconscious that their attractiveness suffers an eclipse w'hen they speak. 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