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By NELL BRINKLEY
Husband
Choosing a Hat and
Copyright, 1913, by International News
Service.
Rate
Bubs
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Nell Brinkley Says
Things Worth Remembering
The gentle evnie turned and smiled wryly.
“Look at that, pray, mademoiselle! That reminds me,
because it is so different, of the fashion in which that same
careful little lady will go out and take unto herself a hus
band ! Of course, sometimes a woman walks out of a temple
of millinery with a fright on her head, just as she leaves the
church door with a fright by her side. But in the first mis
take it isn’t because she didn’t spend time and gray matter
on it!
“See, now, this little lady. She worked like a little tow-
head, using time, patience, all her brain, her judgment, her
artistic sensibilities. She didn’t stop at one. She tried two
dozen on the top of her gilt head. And now—she has gone
home to ‘think it over.’
“How will it be when she takes a mate? He will prob
ably pick up her wisp of a handkerchief on the train between
Atlanta and New York, they will look once into each other’s
eyes and the next day there will be a wedding and their
pictures in the paper. She’ll never know if he’s becoming to
her style of disposition until after she has him. She’d never
in a thousand years walk out with the first hat that rav
ished her eye. She goes home to ‘think it over.’ But she
walks off with the first man who touches her heart. And it’s
after that she ‘thinks it over.’
“Tell me why that is—when the hat may be chucked
into the yesterdays when this short season is over—-and a
husband lasts forever?’’
So I have made a picture of it for the cynic's delecta
tion. If he is right or not I do not know.
T HROUGH the mossy-carpeted, scented temple, where
hats are lifted tenderly and deftly on and off fair
heads and dark, I strolled, the gentle cynic beside me,
with one bright eye open for an Autumn hat for me, myself.
All about the outer edges of the temple glass cases rose,
filled with vari-colorod chapeaux on their slender stands,
like so many bright storks standing on one leg. Out in the
green open of the temple two-faced mirrors stood about,
each with a tiny gilt and mahogany chair before it.
Tall women, slender as race horses; short ones, round
and plump as partridges, all clad in trailing, ankle-binding
black, insinuated themselves softly about, carrying melting-
ly perfect little hats ou three fingers, their faces spread with
the expression of a slave bearing his master’s pet jewel in his
band. We walked slowly and at last stood still behind a
little beauty of a woman who twisted and turned on a ma
hogany and gilt chair under countless hats that were low-
end to and lifted in a swift succession from her head.
Oh, la; such a weighty matter was this! Here was good,
honest labor and thought spent recklessly! The race-horse
saleslady in black charmeuse searched and worked desper
ately and absorbedly. The girl on the chair, brown-eyed,
gold-haired, sought out her image in the mirror under a
myriad of hats and endless angles Old Time trod swiftly
by, and at last at last, the little lady rose hastily.
“1 must,” she said, “I must think it over. I like this
little blue one, but I must go home and think it over!”
There was smiling and bowing, and the lady of the startling
brown and gold face-coloring was gone.
Une Woman s otory
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER
The official vlper-klller of France
has a dress composed of 900 skins of
venomous reptiles. He receives a small
payment for the head of every viper
he destroys.
light thrown upon it from a lighthouse
on the Island of Lewis, over 500 feet
away.
a pair of yellow gloves. Mary remem
bered suddenly that Howells had said
that Silas Lapham’s hands in evening
gloves loked like hams She also re
membered that her caller had probably
never heard of Howells, or of any au
thors with whom she was familiar.
What could he and she talk about this
evening? What would they have In
common? And. as she asked herself
this question, she was observing every
detail ot this man’s flashy person, his
rather oily auburn hair, the heavy mus
tache several shades darker than his
Jr, his small gray eyes pink-arid*
' white complexion and full, sensuous
Ups. Yet, some girls would consider
I him handsome. »le had u kind face,
and she wanted some one to be kind
; to her.
"Sit down, won’t you?" she said.
CHAPTER XXIII
I N after years Mary Danforth looked
back at the moments during which
she waited at her door while Her
bert Fletcher came upstairs toward her
as a crisis in her Ufe. It was us If she
stood at a point tvhere she turned her
back upon her youth, her fancies, her
hopes, and deliberately faced a grim
, something of which she knew nothing,
in which lurked a duty she could not
escape a duty to her mother. Yet
back of the thought of her mother there |
v as another Impulse, one that drove
ter on to take blindly a step which 1
she would not pause to consider. That
impulse was born of wounded pride and
of heartache such as she had never be
fore felt, and which even now she would
not analyze And as she stood, sw’ayed
by these emotions, she heard Bert
Fletcher'^ heavy footfalls coming slowly
Into her life
Wonderful Forces.
Conventionality und self control are
wonderful forces They enabled this
• fragile girl to face her caller calmly as
he reached the top stair and turned to
ward her He did not take off his bat
until he had shaken hands with her.
"Why, good evening. Miss Danforth!"
he said holding out ids large hand and
, • <ping her slender fingers in a grip
. that almost' made her wince.
“Good evening." she returned In well-
n odulai ’<i tones. “Come right in. won't
you? Will you hang your coat and hat
there O't the rack?"
He had removed his hat as he came
* into the apart- ent. and now wr'ggled
* out of a tan overcoat, evidently entirely
* new. as Mary noticed. She also ob
served that his vivid tie had never been
' worn before. His light suit made his
»• large tig ire appear more rotund than
* usual, und, us he talked, he pulled off
A pigeon flew against the face cf
the Ipswich Town Hall clock and was
caught between the minute hand and
the dial. The clock was stopped ft>r
an hour until the bird w’as liberated.
On Amish Rock, Stornoway Bay, Is a
lighthouse without a light. Instead, It
has a mirror which reflects a ray of
The cost of living is a hard
nut to crack for the working
man. He must have nutri
tious food and plenty of it
and the food must be cheap.
Do you know that there is
more nutrition in a 10c pack
age of FA U ST S PAG H ETT1
than there is in 4 lbs.
of beef? It is rich in
gluten, the food content /
that makes muscle,bone /
and flesh. /
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
(Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine
Green.)
“You have not been so absorbed in
your new life that you have not read
this In the papers?"
Genevieve shook her head
"Why didn't you say something to
some one, then? I should have thought
you would, Genevieve. If only to pro
tect us from the surmises and sus
picions of the police. But perhaps you
did not know what a secret you were
hiding Perhaps the girl had not given
you her real name or show’n you her
real face "
"Her face?" repea-ed Mrs. Cameron,
under her breath, her eyes growing
large and black in the stare she fixed
upon her mother.
"Yes, they say—all say—that this girl,
this Mildred Farley Was that the
name she gave you?"
Genevieve quivered. Did she nod yes,
or did that look of hers mean no.
" Looked so much like you that
it was really remarkable."
Mrs. Cameron dropped at once into
her usual manner.
“Do they say that?" she Inquired,
loosening her furs with a steady hand
and carelessly throwing them into a
chair near by. "Well, It Is odd!" And
turning toward the hall, she cried, al
most gaily, "Come In. Walter. I have
been caught In an equivocation and you
must help me to reinstate myself."
Promptly at this call, the tall form and
fine features of Dr. Cameron appeared
on the threshold.
"I do not understand you," said he,
"but I will do what I can."
And there he paused, for his eye had
fallen on Mr. Gryce, and he expe
rienced a vague trouble, that he In
stinctively sought to hide.
"Can I do anything to remedy my
fault?" she asked.
Mr. Gryoe stepped rapidly forward.
"You ran tell us whether you left her
in this room when you went down to
ba married."
More Admissions.
"And do you know all that, too?" she
asked "What clevefr people you are!
I declare 1 never imagined the police
were such adepts at getting Informa
tion. Yes. she was with me that night
—helped me to dress and arrange my
veil. I had not expected her, for she
had received her pay when she brought
home the last dress, and I had no rea
son to thing she would come—but her
presence was very welcome for all ttyat.
and she assisted me. as l say. and when
the lime came lor me to go down 1 left
her to go home when she got ready.
Was there anything ivrong In that?"
"Certainly not, madam; we only wish
to get at the facts. And was she there
w'hen you returned?"
"No," Mrs. Cameron lightly shook her
head. "She had disappeared. I had
not expected her to remain. Walter,
where are you going? Walt for me, do.
This gentleman will not keep me much
longer, I know."
Dr. Cameron, who had withdrawn
from the doorway, at this last word of
his wife, paused on the spot where he
stood, but did not come back into the
room.
"My husband Is in a hurry," she ex
claimed to the detective. "Is there any
thing more you would like to ask me
about this girl?"
"Well, yes. madam, there is," re
turned Mr. Gryce suavely, "In the first
place I would like to know how you be
came acquainted with her; then how
far that acquaintanceship went, and
lastly what light you can throw upon
her death. All these things It would be
of service to me to hear, for as you
already know, there Is suspicion abroad
that she did not meet her death by her
own free will and act, but was helped to
it by a certain person whom you also
know, or at least have lately seen."
"Walter, can you spare me five min
utes?" Mrs. Cameron Inquired, going to
the door and looking smilingly Into the
hall.
very condition that no foot had entered
it since Mr. Cameron went out.
This circumstance was certainly s.
most fortunate one, and lent to the sur
vey which this astute detective at once
gave it an interest it could not have
otherwise possessed. Even Mrs. Gre-
torex seemed to catch the infection of
the moment, and peered about in cor
ners and under the tables as if her life
depended upon finding some clew with
which to help forward the cause of jus
tice. He watched her as much as he
•idled the room, and only when he
perceived that she was quite satisfied
that no stray veil was to be found, did
he point to a pile of clothes that clut
tered up a small alcove at one end of
the room. an<j remarked:
"Your daughter seems to have flung
her whole wardrobe here in a heap.
These are her clothes, are they not?"
"Certainly: old ones which she had
before she was married, but too good to
be scattered about like this. 1 won
der "
But here a voice thick with emotion
broke in with the words:
"What does this mean? What Is this
going ontyn my room without my knowl
edge?"
With a quick movement both turned.
Mrs. Cameron, bonneted and wrapped In
furs, was standing before them In the
open doorway.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
ften. | "Madam, do you know
work ; worth of this city?"
1 ni j "I do not."
most j "Are you sure that no such person
man 1 was invited to your daughter's wed-
! ding?"
“Positive."
"Then, if he was here at all. he was
here against your knowledge?”
"Most certainly."
"We do not know that he was, but
he Is the person who professed to pick
up Miss Farley from the stoop of a
house in Twenty-second street, and as
that stntv Is somewhat Incredible, we
are trying to prove he carried her away
from this house, where^Jie certainly was
In attendance on Miss Gretorex as early
as 9 o'clock in the evening "
"Then all you wish of us Is to prove
that attendance'”’
He bowed.
"Why not prove It. then, in a simpler
way? Can not Mrs. Cameron say wheth
er she had any such person with her or
not?"
He knew why this was asked. He
knew that the mother’s heart was
throbbing with anxiety under aU her
pride and self-possession, to learn what
her equally proud daughter concealed
under her silence and seeming Indlf-
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At all grocers’—
5c and 10c packages.
iiis mother in an apartment near Lex
ington avenue, also that the business
he was in was doing well, and that his
"pa> was on the increase."
"Mother has a little money of her
wn," he said, "but I pa\ half her
?ent and my own board . v he don’t ac
tually need help from me. but I feel
hotter to give her a lift She's been
a good mother, and men were made to
be nice to women. I guess
Drew Off the Trinket.
Yes. he had a kind heart. Mary
mused again Suppose he did lack
polish'.’ Men with, exquisite manners
were not always to be trusted Think
ing this, she lifted to her caller eyes
-«■ full of sadness that he found himself
asking her if she was unhappy, and,
in spite of her former interdict, tell
ing her i r.ce more that he loved her
Hut this time although she grew vesy
pale, she did not forbid him to mention
the matter to her again
It was 10 o’clock when Mary Pan-
forth's caller reluctantly left her. and
she went at once to the room in which
she knew her mother lay. still awake.
She did not turn up the light as she
bent over the anxious woman and kissed
her good night.
"1 have a little writing to do before
I go to bed. mother." she said "So
will tell you good night now, Try to
go to sleep, dear."
"l>i«l you have a pleasant call from
Mr Fletcher?’’ the widow asked.
The girl pretended not to hear the
question as she busied herself tucking
in the covers about the elderly wo
man's thin shoulders.
"Go to sleep, mother." she said g«nt-
Iv 1 must no* atop to talk now, or
1 will not get to bed as soon as 1 want
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Woman—Her Symptoms.
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1 was pale and weak and would have
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"Lydia E Pinkhsm’s Vegetable
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P oper*- 1 re'”* ~ ~d answered
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To Be Continued To-morrow.
F *OR an Instant Mrs Gretorex and
the detective, so dissimilar in all
other regards, wore the same ex
pression of disconcertedness, but only
for an Instant. She from policy and
he from custom soon assumed an as
pect of self-posseaslon; and Mrs. Gret
orex. speaking In behalf of both, ob
served with a nonchalance that the
other ao'Twtly admired:
"We were looking for that poor girl s
veil. It seems that It is missing, and
that the police imagine it te have been
dropped here."
A mortal pallor spread a ghastly light
over Genevieve Cameron’s face.
"1 am at a loss " she began, but
meeting her mother’s eye. quailed, and
aught hold of the door at her side for
support.
"I suppose you knew that the young
woman who was in the habit of bring
ing home your dresses died on your
wedding night .’" that mother inexorably
pursued.
No answer
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Fifteen minutes later, seated at her
• 'ess. Stic signed her name to the note
>h»* t ad Just written.
’ M\ J ar Gordon." It ran. "allow’ me
to congratulate you on the news Just
received Since you have told me of
your happiness. 1 think it only fair
that 1 should tell you of my own en
gagement t expect to be married
! r. thr. «• months. Sincerely yours, Mary
Danforth."
The writer unfastened the chain from
t er neck and drew off the silver trinket
heailrg her own ami Gordon Craig's
initials. For a long moment she gazed
at it and pressed it passionately to her
•ips The kiss left a faint blur over
‘‘•a’g < bdtials. but this lasted for or.!>
• instant Then Mary laid the roin
'» tween the folds of her letter which
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