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An Opportunity ToMake Money laves ton, mem of ides, ssd nabs .Uily, skoaM for oar lut of mmBom. .mM mi pnmm oUni I ma b ut ar hirer*. c , S» sm »se ntamut “Why Ins ? ow .*•» P»*«" «d Ya« Mm*." i valuable bcokleta *e»t free to aay iddrea £jjgp&9 RANDOLPH & CO. t irfk\j F«te«t 4tioro«y^ fSfgjfl 618 “F* Street, N. W„ | WASHINGTON. D. C. * Milady in the Morning One Woman s Story By Olivette. A i \St iNATINO continue <lu matin thin-^nnd the woman who wishes to prove that it is possible to look just as charming at it a. m. as at i) p. m. would do well to copy it. For the cap shir net Into a comfortably large head size; band this with Inch and a half satin rlhhon in any becoming pastel shade with a soft bow at the front. To this bond fasten a shirring of soft lace and catch it up over either eye with a wee hunch of tiny roses. The negligee has a broad fichu of shadow lace and flowered net ('aught at the back and front with •Ingle large roses, and the ribbon that hinds the neck and forms the wide girdle matches that used on tin* charming “bonnet.” The sleeves and lower part of the negligee are of white voile banded with the lace. Daysey May me and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. D aysey mayme appleton i* such a lover qt music that .1 deaf man at a concert has only to look at her face to tell the charac ter of the music the orchestra Is play ing If dignified and majestic, her jaws move slowly and with regular rhythm over her chewing gum. If the mufcle Ik rapid, they move rapidly, irregu larly, and almost gayly. In this distinctive fashion may on? know, by looking at Daysey Mayme, If -dii > healing the majestic splen dor of (’hopin'* funeral march, or the fantafdi . twinkling notes of the Cab bage Leaf Glide. She has chewed her way gravely, slowly and solemnly through three ■elections from Wagner, closing oh *h selection with a crashing of her Jaws that denoted an artist's appreciation of art, when a long-haired man took his cat at the piano. Daysey Mayme knew instinctively th. t ho was a great mush lan. for she HELP FOH WORKING GIRLS Two Girls Tell Story of Their Illness and How They Found Relief. NEW ORLEANS. LA.—‘T take pleasure In writ ing these linen to express my grati tude to you. 1 am only 16 years old and work in a tobacco factory. I have been a very sick girl but 1 have Improved wonderfully since taking Lydia K. 1 Plnkham’n Vege- ; table Compound j and am n o w •Poking fine and feeling a thousand could not pronounce his name. She ried to pronounce the selection as signed to him on the program, and TrtmoRt swallowed her gum. Another proof of his ability. He began to play, and Daysey Mavines Jaws worked slowly. His hands moved a little faster, and h^r jaws quickened their movement, it was a symphony in gum to watch her. Then, as one warms up to a sub ject, his hands moved more rapidly till it looked as if he »iad ten hands; then twenty and then forty, all mov ing at once. Faster and faster moved his hands. Faster and faster moved Daysey Mayme'g jaws. His hands flew from the highest sharp to the lowest flat punctuating the air with many notes on the way. Never pausing, never resting, taking the high notes as easily as the low. and Jumping from bar to bar breathlessly. All eyes In the audience were on him. No one noticed that a young woman in front was growing faint wi’h exhaustion. No one realized the penalty an artistic soul must pay for a delicately turned temperament, till Daysey Mayme rose to her feet, gave a scream that sounded choked in the middle, and fell to the floor. Her jaws had become locked! "S i. must never go to a concert,” her physician commanded her when he had unlocked them. “She is too sympathetically and sensitively or ganized." — FitAMUR L. GARSIDE. Up-to-Date Jokes times better."- Miss Amelia Jaquil- lard, 613 Seventh Street New Or leans, La. 8T. (’LAIR, PA—“My mother was alarmed because my period* were puppre*sed and 1 had pains In my back and side, and severe headaches, t had pimples on my face, my com plexion was sallow, my sleep w as dis turbed I had nervous spell*, was very tired and had no ambition Lydia B Plnkham's Vegetable Compound haa worked a charm in my cause and has regulated mo I worked In a mi’l j • mong hundreds of girls snd have recommended your medicine to many of them " Miss Estella Maguire, lib Thwing Street. Saint Clair. Pa There is nothing that teaches more than experience Therefore, such let ter* from girls who have suffered and Wore restored to health by Lydia E Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound •hould be a lesson to others The ft&me remedy is within reach of all If vou want special advice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co, (,oon- ftcent al). Lynn, Mail. Your latter •rill be opened, read and answered by a woman and Held in strict confi dence. A certain Midland doctor was one day out sea -fishing with a friend. During operations the medico’s* sinker imr off and was lo.vt Here was a dilemma No sinker, no more fishing that day. Ha! Happy thought—his flask. No sooner said that done. The bottle was filled with water, carefully corked and sent down on Its mission. After a few minutes’ intervals the doctor was* lucky enough to pull up a fine pair of whiting, one on each hook. Ha. doctor." exclaimed his com panion. "twins thin time!” "Yea.” replied the doctor, with a «mlle. “and brought up on a bottle, too!" • • • “What,” inquired the Sunday school teacher of her youthful pupils, "what are divers diseases?" Bashful or ignorant, the scholars clung tenaciously to the doctrine that little boys should be seen an ! d not heard "Come,’’ purnued the teacher, “can’t anv of you tell me'.’" Then Johnnie’s arm shot up. "Well?" asked the teacher. “Please, miss.” answered JohnnD, ' water on the brain.” • • • For the third time In the week he had been given fried bacon for hi* dinner when he returned home from work, consequently h»* was not In a very good humor During the meal his loving spoil: c chanced to remark "There's a black cat been on our doorstep this morning. .Tames—that's a sign there's a stranger cornin’. I wonder who it can be?” "Well.” replied James, gazing glum ly at his plate. ”1 wouldn’t be sur prise if it wasn't th’ butcher." • • • “They say my son Is a credit to me.” Mine," said his friend, “has never been anything but a liability.” By Virginia T. Van De Water, CHAPTER XXXIII. C 'a R A DUALLY Mary Fletcher’s j strength returned and she was able to dispense with her nurse and busy herself with her household duties. The baby was not robust, but he was not a fretful child. To care for him was the young moth er’s delight, and she loved to have his cradle in the room where she sat ■ewlng or busy at occupations that did not make his presence inexpedi ent. But when she had to be in the kitchen, or sweeping or dust ing, Mrs. Dnnforth would beg to be allowed to "look out for the child," and would watch the little fellow with an expression of such happiness that Mary would smile to see it. Yet sometimes she would feel the tears rise to her eyes as she noted her mother’s absorption in the tiny baby Mrs. Danforth was growing paler and thinner with each passing month. Bo fragile was she that her daughter tried to keep from her \I1 mailers that might distress her. As the elderly woman went to bed early, ■he did not often see her son-in-law when he had been drinking heavil" In fact, he seldom came home when he was Actually drunk. Once, when his breath reeked with whisky Mary had suggested that he should not see her mother lest she suspect that he "had had something to drink " “It might worry her," she said, timidly. He tried to laugh her fears away “Nonsense!” he retorted. “Your mother Is so innocent that she would never suspect that a man had taken a glass of anything unless he hic coughed and staggered. She has read that those are the things that drunks do. and unless a fellow showed those Jolly symptoms she would put him down as sober if asked to classify him Besides," with sudden gravity, “I never take too much liquor any how. It's all your imagination." Ills wife did not dispute his state ment. She had found herself inca pable of carrying out her mother-in- law's instructions for managing Bert She had tried lo tell him how un happy his habits were making his mother, hut he silenced her appeal by a violent outburst. "I’ll thank you and ma to mini your own business!" he exploded. "And if I ever hear of her talking ♦> you about your husband, and your letting her do It—there’ll be h— 10 pay—do you understand?" That was Mary’s last protest. She could not run the risk of a repetition of such scenes as this, she said to herself. Perha r> ~ when the baby grew older—old enough to notice— Bert would do better. Surely when he saw his child’s clear eyes flx«*d upon him he would be ashamed t • drink. Meanwhile Fletcher grew dally more proud of his small son. Strange ly enough, when the man had been drinking he never touched the child — and his wife noted this hopefully. As she saw her big husband look with a tenderness that was almost reverential at the baby who bore his name she was sure that the child would yet be an Influence for good 1 1 the life of the father. That was her encouragement, her comfort, as the months wore themselves away. The summer was a hot one. and the housework was not easy during the burning days of July and August. Yet so long as the baby kept well the young mother bore It bravely. When, us was often the case, her husband told her In the morning that he would not be home that night—as he and a friend had decided to go down to the seashore for a dip in the ocean —she and her mother would dispense with a hearty evening meal, and would have such simple and cool viands ar, they both liked. On such occasions Mary had the cheering as surance that she was economizing— for when Bert \Va» at home he must Have mut, and meat was expensive. Yet, in spite of all her care, she found that they could not pay their bills promptly. Bert was putting “a bit of cash into business," he explained, and Mary 'tried to believe him. Yet there were times when there was sc littie money In the house that Mrs. Danforth would discover the condi tion of affairs and would press upon her daughter a few dollars taken from the small insurance sum that was her all. "Let me help you a little, darling," she would urge when Mary would protest. "When I am gone. It will be yours anyway—if there is anything left after I am burled." The younger woman shuddered -it the words. Surely, she thought, she might be spared this sorrow for years to come, But her baby was only 8 months old when the daughter knew that th“ dreaded grief was coming into her life. It was only a few days after Christmas that Bert returned from the city one evening, his manner showing that he had been drinking, and went .0 town the following morn ing with the expressed intention of staying away overnight. "A matter of business," be said, sullenly. His wife asked no ques tions, but the familiar fear assailed her. The next evening, after a day in which Mrs. Danforth was “so tired" that she admitted she "would like to lie still if it would not inconvenient? anybody," the lonely widow closed her eyes forever in this world. Latest in Gowns Seen at Newport Tournament LCSSGH5 IN UNNATURAL HISTORY BV TDOROTHY T HE PEACH is a cross between the apple that Eve ate and an American Beauty rose. It is composed of equal parts of sugar and ginger, and possesses a flavor of which men never tire, from • the cradle to the grave. Indeed, it is the favorite fruit of men, who spend so much money upon Peaches that they frequently have noth ing left with which to buy meat and potatoes for family use. For Peaches are expensive. V ery, and do mucli to account for the high cost of living. The Peach is at its best when it is about eighteen years old, and served up with a garnish of French millinery, although some people, with simple tastes, prefer their Peaches au naturel. Where the finest Peaches are raised is a matter of grave dispute among the best horticulturists. Some contend that none have the same sweetness as the common, or garden, variety that are grown in the country. Other connoisseurs aver that the hothouse ones, raised under glass, have a certain piquancy that the provincial ones lack. While still others are strong for the theory that to produce a perfect Peach you must transplant the rural species to the city while it i* still a slip, and that by doing this you get the sweetness of the country and the grace of the town combined. It Is Freaky. A strange peculiarity of this delectable fruit, however, is that it can not be grown to order, and that it is freaky in choosing its habitat. For instance, many a Peach springs from a dingy and frowsy tenement, while millionaires spend hundreds of thousands of dollars in cultivating a seedling that turns out to he nothing but a little, hard, knotty, green fruit that they have to hire some mortgaged foreign aristocrat to take off their hands. in this connection two other peculiarities of this interesting fruit are to be noted. One is that the most attractive l’each always hangs high est on the tree, just beyond a man’s reach. The other is that, for some unknown reason scientists have never been able to ernlatn. r.o man ever wants the over ripe Peach that is ready to drop into his mouth. This is why so many near-Peaches are left hanging on the parent bough. In selecting Peaches tWo things are to l)e borne in mind. The first is always to pick out a l’each while it is still wet with the dew of early morning, as it is sweeter and fresher then than at at any other time. The second is to get your l’each before the down and the blushes on its cheeks have been rubbed off by much handling. Sometimes a Peach isn't ns luscious as it looks, but owes its at tractiveness to tlie pink mosquito netting with which it is covered, and when a man gets it home he finds that instead of being sweet and ten der it is sour and hard: for, alas, many a peacherlno of courtship turns into the lemon of matrimony. There are microbes, however, in every situation in life, and a man has to he sport enough to back his judg ment in Peaches? A Strange Fact. Strangely enough, women do not seenl to care for Peaches unless they happen to lie IT themselves. Otherwise they are Very scornful of any particular l’each that their husbands, or any other man, admire, and point out its defects. “Huh,” they cry, “can’t you see that Peach is artificial, and that that blush is painted on its cheeks? I’d never lie taken in by THAT.” This explains why Peaches are seldom found at the family table. Although, as has been said, Peaches are the favorite masculine fruit they do not agree well with many men, causing internal trouble and disagreement in the domestic regions. Also, they are very deplet ing to the pocketbook. Peaches are found in all parts of the country, but the finest selec tion in the world is to be seen along Peachtree street. Miss Roberta Willard. Mrs. Arthur Scott Burden. The tennis tournament at Newport was the mecca for the gathering of fashionables, and incidentally gave the visitors to the qala summer capital an excellent opportunity of viewing the latest designs in the dressmaking art. A mifd sensation was caused when Mrs. Arthur Scott Burden made her first appearance at the court togged out in her new "leopard" dress, as it has been termed. While the dress, to some, gave it the apeparance of being of the split skirt variety, there was nothing objectionable in its lines. Miss Willard, in a pannier skirt and oonv coat, the latter offset with a white chiffon collar, also came in for considerable com ment, a great many of those present declaring it to be one of the prettiest gowns seen at the resort this sum- HER STREAK OF LUCK Makes Dress Shields Absolutely Unnecessary “I But She Hadn’t. “What’s the matter, old chap? Yoj look as If you hadn’t had a wink of sleep all night." “I haven’t. You eee. my wife threatened never to speak to me again if I didn’t come home last night be fore 10 o'clock, and I didn't." "I see; you’re finding out the lone- someness of solitude because she kep her word, eh?” “Not by a Jugful. I wish she had. Playing Safe. The diner thrust the tip of his knife into the yellow disc which the waiter had brought him. He held it up to the light and examined it. while the waiter stood by anxiously. Then the diner resolutely returned the yel low disc to his plate and scraped some of it upon his bread. “I take thee," he said, "for butter or worse." KNOW you won’t believe me," plaintively began the young woman who was crocheting the bedspread. "Nobody with a particle of common sense would believe me, but that dinner party i gave on the t3th of the month was a real party. Occasionally when I think of It the affair seems like one of those moving picture dreams that cause you to won der how on earth they made the films, “If I hadn’t tried to be so stylish and act like an etiquette book hostess it wouldn’t have been so bad, for then iny guests could have shared my sor row with me. I made the fatal mis take of attempting to conceal my hys teria under a set smile and by pre tending that this world we live in is a happy little place and that I was hav ing a really delightful time. “I had modestly said when I invited the Oanstows and t'he Amsleys that we would have the chickens sent over from the farm in Michigan. “So when I reached home at 6 o’clock the night of the dinner and found the cook hanging over the front gate waiting for me with the news that the chickens had not come, I was somewhat upset. “The stores in our suburb close with great promptness at 6 o’clock, but by doing a Marathon I reached the butch er shop Just a.* the man was locking up. There I purchased some cold storage fowls that I knew every one would recognize as cold storage. And after my country chicken boasts, too! Discovered. "Tearing madly through the back streets and alleys for fear I should meet some of my guests and they would notice the chicken legs pro truding from my bundles. I reached home and fell into my dinner dress. The man I always have to serve at dinners was on hand preparing the table, and I talked with feverish brightness to the Canstows and Ams leys a51 7 o'clock arrived and passed. “Then my husband, whom I had not been able to warn, began signal - rng to know why dinner was not an nounced Just then I was called to the kitchen and found the cook in a violent rage. “The second girl in Some manner, in endeavoring to help, had thrown out the soup! It was cream mush room soup at that! And I had mostlv expected It to make a hit, with my guests! “I fixed the serving man with a stern eye. Run,’ I hissed, ‘as fast as you can, to the grocer’s! He lives over his store! Get some canned soup if you have to use your fists on him ’ “Then I went back languidly to my wondering gues»t9 and kept on acting as if everything was going beauti fully. I think the hardest possible thing to do is to act as if nothing is happening when people are starving to death before your eyes and staring at you reproachfully. “Finally, after millions of years, a perfectly impassable faced .‘«erving man, who didn’t in the least look as though he had been engaged in hold ing up an honest grocery, announced dinner. “I thought at first it was my emo tion that made the soup taste so queer, but afterward I found that the man had got a can of clam bouillon and a can of tomato soup, and they didn’t seem to mix well. He had not noticed the unusual character of this combination in his excitement. Like Sawdust. “Then Mrs. Canstow began to be sympathetic, which was very hard to bear. She conveyed in the most deli cate manner the feeling that of course she realized my dinner was a failure, but that nothing less could have been expected, since I was the person giving it. That woman has the most uncanny habit of always having things absolutely perfect. If she’d only make a failure now’ and then I could grow quite fond of- her. "The next thing that happened was a slzz and a geyser in the pantry. John, with a resigned sigh, rose from his seat and faded Into the back re gions. The serving man, nervous from the tragedies of the evening, had let the cork of the champagne bottle pop out and half the con tents had escaped, so John knew if he wanted to save the second bottle he’d have to go and attend to it him self. Still I maintained my perfect calm and silently dared Mrs. Can stow to notice anything. "The chicken was like sawdust in my mouth, and I was firm in my be lief that the cook had put cinnamon in the salad dressing Instead of mus tard. However, I gritted my teeth and kept my eye figuratively on the end of the evening and tried to keep my mind running toward it in a straight line. “Then there came an awful explo sion from the kitchen that made everybody jump and spill things. Most of us rushed to see what was the trouble. “The gas stove oven had blown up because the frenzied cook had left it turned on for thirty minutes without lighting it—and I wish you could have seen the carelessly artistic manner in which the cheese and crackers, which w r ere supposed to be toasting, were plastered over the walls. “However, it was a relief not to have to pretend any longer. I Just told them all about everything and the awful strain I had been under, and then we peacefully ate w’hat was left of the dinner. At least I did, w ith my guilty secret off my mind. “As for the 13th of the month—put me down as a strong believer in dark est superistitlons!" Playing Safe. The diner thrust the tip of his knife into the yellow disc which the waiter had brought him. He held it up to I the light and examined it, w’hile the waiter stood by anxiously. Then the diner resolutely returned the yellow disc to his plate and scraped some of It upon his bread. "I take thee," he said, "for butter or worse.’’ Funeral Designs and Flowers FOR ALL OCCASIONS. Atlanta Floral Company 455 EAST FAIR STREET. Every Woman is interested and should know about the wonderful Marvel T" Douche Ask yonrdruggist for It. If he cannot sup ply the MARVEL, accept no other, but send stamp for book. Mind Co.. 44 E. 23d St OUISVILIE For the dainty woman—for the woman whose clothes have been faded and spoiled—for all women who suffer from excessive per spiration ODOR-O-NO THE ANTI-DRESS SHIELD TOILET WATER Keeps the armpits fresh, dry and natural. Elim inates excessive perspiration, and its odor from any part of the body. Harmless and cuarantood. Applied externally. 25c and 50c sixes. 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