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Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
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((TVJHAT do you think we’d bet
ter get for mother*" de
manded Warren. What'd
voti take her from London laM year?"
~A chlfTon acarf—don’t you remem-
hert Anu ] don’t believe she's ever
aom It*
‘Uow about a rood umbrella?’’
Helen smiled. Warren always *ug-
casted an umbfella. It w&a hla stock
solution for any "gift'’ problem.
^VVnv, dear you gave her one for
her birthday—and your mother never
roes out unless the weather's perfect
She ha® three or four umbrellas that
I don’t think she's ever unrolled."
•^That about Carrie?” Thought of
anything for her?”
Helen made a restore of despair.
"Dear. I don’t know—I never know
what to ret h«r And your father—
If you’d only help me select some-
thlnr for him?”
"Now look here I said I’d yo with
you to ret something for mother and
Carrie—but that's all. Why on earth
did you put this off till the last min
ute'* Yon should have had all these
thing® bought days ago.*'
"I know I should.’* apologetically,
"but It’s so hard to decide jn pres
ents. And I kept thinking I mlrht
see things I’d like better."
"What’s all that. A list?" as Helen
unfolded a slip of papei she had
taken from her purse. "You’re not
rolnr to take something to all those
people?"
"Denr. I’ll HAVE to! They*!! expect
some little thing.”
"Well, I’d let ’em expect," snapped
Warren aw they now rot off the bus
"It’s a blame nuisance having to cart
a lot of truck bark every time we
come abroad/*
Warren Determined.
A few moments later they were
making their wav through the crowd
ed aisles of the lion Marche. War
ren was striding ahead with the grim
determination of vetting something
for his mother and Carrie--and get
tlnr It quick.
‘•They've got the greatest lot of
junk In these stores," he muttered
frowning around at the enormous
quantity of fancy and rather tawdry
articles that are always displayed on
lh» first floor of the Paris shops
•fl ere,” pausing before a large coun
ter of handbags "How about a hand
bag for mother?**
The salesgirl began eagerly to
fchow hhn the bags.
"Too cheap. Not good enough,” crit
icised Warren, feeling the stiff, snlnv I
leather.
“Out, our, monsieur.’’ taking out a
trav of more expensive ones.
"No—no, none or these fixings.’’ as
the girl opened a fitted bag to display
the t‘ny powder puff mirror and scent j
bottle. “This Is for an old lady; she
don't want all that foolishness. I^et's '
see a good, plain bag”
The girl did not understand Eng- j
llih. but she saw he oblected to th*-
fittings and now brought out a plain
black bag of the finest seal.
“That’s not bad." and Warren
glnn red at the price tag. “Sixty 1
francs. What’d you think?” turning i
to Helen.
”Qh, did you want to get anything
so expensive.” anx'ously. for she had j
not thought of paving over 25 francs)
for bis mother’s present.
"Well. I’ve got no time to shop j
around. Couldn’t get a good bag for
leeo than tw elve dollars anvwav All |
right, we’ll take that.” shoving it i
toward *he girl.
As Helen was to get the other pres- '
epts ben* they decided to hav a
shopping card, so everything would
be son together.
“Why not ge* Carrie a hag, too.
while we’rv at tt? Save time.”
”Oh. no—no. hasMlv, f«*nr f ng he
would pay another twelve dollar* for j
CarrieV present. "I think she has n j
good bag. If you haven’t ' tie, dear
I’ll try to get her something.”
“All right.” with evlden 1 ellef. get
her an umbrella if you can’t think of
anvth!ng elne. Now, which wav do I i
ge* c;iit of hcr< ’’ looklnc halplcssb j
around the bewildering aisles crowded i
Wl‘h women .‘♦’toppers.
Helen steered him toward one of i
tht enfranc.es. and he hurried off 1
with it brief.
War; ■eu Leaves.
“Take care of yourself. I've got a i
lot to do to-day may not get in until j
seven.”
As W
dere dl*
Helen
with i
b’' ,f v.
and * *
Aft.
throue
rren'i tall, swinging shoul-
ppeared through the crowd
turned back to net shopping
weighing sense of resoonsi-
They were sailing Wednesday,
* MUST get everything to-dav.
almost an hour’s wander'ng
• the shop she flnn'ly ’e lded
’np hand-embroidered collar for
\ and a dainty boudoir can for
•n s younger sister, Edith. For
m
her own mother
silk shirtwaist
Thru she ci
counter of glov
re • oe to t fra
everyone whose
bought gloves
nhe bought a black
across a bargain
*. real French kid
's. ftfi rents and for
«ize she knew—she
The items on her shopping card
I were counting up alarmingly. Over
$30—It seemed a greai deal to spend
on presents.
It was almost 3 before Helen
s’opped, too tired to drag herself on.
There were still live names not
marked off on her Hat. Hut “he would
be sick If she did not stop to rest and
have some lunch.
She made her way out ol the store,
trying to think where she would go
for lunch. There were seven. 1 hotel
restaurant* near out they would be
expensive, and just now Helen felt
very poor She had s;.ent so much
on presents that she felt she ought to
economise on her lunch.
Turning a corner nhe found herself
In a title back street, narrow and
winding !t was an unexpected bit of
"Old Parly In the very heart of the
city. The shops were small and
quaint. Helen paused in front of what
looked like an old tavern.
A stout, comfortable-looking worn-
n n ’• is s!*Mrg In the doorway bee'd<
her lav a big maltose cat. Beyond
Helen caught a glimpse of white-
clothed tables, a sawdusted floor
From he glare of the sun-baked
street the place looked dark and cool
and restful.
Everything Spotlessly Clean.
The woman smiled and nodded as
Helen entered hesitatingly. Thera
was a bar at the hack, but the two
waitress** were reassuring, and every
thing was spotlessly clean.
Tt was certainly cheap. Not ar.
Item on the dim. violet-ink written
menu over one franc. The only dinh
Helm recognized was "Artlchaut,"
f or that was almost the same as In
English But It was only 40 cen
times. k rente -could an artichoke be
good at that price?”
Under the entree* was ‘‘Cervelle au
beurre nolr” The "au beurra noir”
Helen knew meant "v/lth brown but
ter." but what was "UerveUe?”
She pointed to the wor l and the
waitress tried to explain in rapid
’’ranch. But Helen still looked blank
Then, with a gleam of Ins at’on the
girl tapped dramatically on her fore
head Brain®! Helen broke Into ar
appreciative laugh as the meaning
dawned on her.
The waitress, much pleased at her
own cleverneHs. went off smilingly
with the order for artichoke and
calves' brains.
The brains, delicately browned In
butter, were served first with a half
pint bottle of claret, the order for
which the girl took for granted.
Then the artichoke was served cold,
as a salad, with a delicious Moua-
sellne sauce. Ar Helen nte It slowly,
leaf by leaf, and sloped the claret she
felt she was really restlrg. There
was an atmosphere of peace, quiet
and rastfulness here, that she could
not have found in the glitter of the
blv hotel restaurants.
The wnole luncheon. Including the
claret, was onlv 1 franc-90—3k cents!
The waitress took the change and her
tip with a smiling, “Mercl, mere!,
made me!” And Helen left with a
very kindly feeling toward this quaint
little place.
Very Trying.
The glare of the street seemed even
more trying after the quiet and cool
darkness, and she dreaded to return
to the tulfling. crowded store. But
there were still several presents to
got. so reluctantly the made her way
back to the Bon Marche.
When she finished it was almost
5. Wearily, she took the bus to the
hotel, with u troubled sense of having
rpent a good deal of montv—and hav
ing ven' little to show for It.
Already she was beginning to ■worry
over her selection.*'. The cane she had
bought for hi* father—after all he
had ho many canes. And why had
she chosen a boudoir cap for Edith,
"ho was so clever in making such
things herself. And the drcMsor scarf
for Mrs Stevens—it did not seem
enough to take her. And what HAD
possessed her to buv h traveling work
box for Aunt Mary—who never trav
eled ?
For the rest of the evening Helen
worried herself almost sick over the
presents. Whatever she had bought
sin* wlehed now she hua bought some
thing else.
Wh> should .“!»e feel compelled to
take back a lot of presents from
everv trio? she thought rebellion«1v.
Surely the extra expense of traveling
were heavy enough vvi hout this add
ed strain on their purse
The next time - But Helen knew'
In her heart that the next time would
be Just the same. S*ie would spend
the same time ana money taking
back thing*' to the “folks at home.”
And whatever she took, she would
feel, and THEY would feel, that It
should have »een "something differ
ent" or "something more ”
Non-Collapsible Aeroplane—A Wonderful Invention
HERE ARE PICTURES OF
THE MOST WONDERFUL AER
OPLANE IN THE WORLD.
THIS AEROPLANE IS TO
THE AIR WHAT THE LIFE
BOAT IS TO THE SEA IN
OTHER WORDS, IF TURNED
OVER IT IMMEDIATELY
RIGHTS ITSELF!
THIS MACHINE HAS BEEN
INVENTED, TRIED OUT SUC
CESSFULLY AND IS BEING
BUILT BY LIEUTENANT
DUNNE, OF THE BRITISH
ARMY. IT HAS TWICE FLOWN
gar?
□sgasa:
/FIXED VERTICAL
3'OE CURTAIN
MOVE AC»L£
CONTROLLING
/FLAfS
//
passsnoek’s seat
PETROL ft OIL TANKS a /PILOT’S SEAT
MOVEABLE CONTROLLING
FLAPS
Vnxee
VERTICAL SIDE
CURTAIN
....
i ■-* ,.7 v ';.V£'vG: V
Vg
ACROSS THE ENGLISH CHAN
NEL. THE MACHINE IS CON
TROLLED SIMPLY BY TWO
LEVERS WHICH WORK A
FLAP AT EACH END OF THE
WINGS. THE BIPLANE IS AS
AUTOMATICALLY STABLE AS
ANYTHING YET PRODUCED.
IT FINDS ITS OWN "BANK.”
IT CAN NOT DO A NOSE DIVE
OR A SIDE SUP, AND MANY
OF THE GREATEST AUTHORI
TIES PREDICT THAT THIS IS
THE TYPE OF MACHINE OF
THE NEAR FUTURE.
THE INVENTOR HIMSELF
ADMITS THAT IN ITS PRES-
ENT STAGE IT IS CAPABLE
OF CONSIDERABLE IMPROVE
MENT; YET ONE CAN EASILY
APPRECIATE THE FACT
THAT WHEN HIS IDEALS
HAVE BEEN REALIZED A
VERY GREAT ADVANCE WILL
HAVE BEEN MADE. IN ITS
PRESENT FORM THE CHIEF
OBJECTION TO THE DUNNE
MACHINE IS THAT IT IS
HEAVY AND COMPARATIVE
LY SLOW, BUT IT UNDOUBT-
EDLY FULFILS THE INVENT
OR’S CLAIMS TO AUTOMATIC
STABILITY.
THOSE CLAIMS ARE THAT
THE MACHINE CAN NOT BE
TURNED OVER TO A OANGER-
ZHS38SK-
OUS ANGLE IN THE AIR. AND
THAT ANY ONE WITH SUFFI
CIENT SENSE TO DRIVE A
MOTOR CAR CAN DRIVE IT.
IT IS NECESSARY TO REAL
IZE THAT ANY WELL-DE
SIGNED MODERN AERO
PLANE WILL RIGHT ITSELF
IF BLOWN OVER SIDEWAYS
BY A GUST, PROVIDED IT HAS
ROOM TO FALL AND
STRAIGHTEN OUT AFTER
WARD. THE POINT ABOUT
THE DUNNE IS THAT THE
SAME GUST THAT BLOWS IT
UP ON ONE SIDE PASSES ON
AND BLOWS IT UP ON THE
OTHER SIDE AS WELL; SO
THAT, INSTEAD OF ROCKING
WILDLY FROM SIDE TO SIDE
AND DROPPING A CONSIDER
ABLE DISTANCE BEFORE IT
RIGHTS ITSELF, THE DUNNE
MACHINE ROLLS GENTLY
AND RISES AND FALLS AL
MOST ON AN EVEN KEEL.
CONSEQUENTLY THE PILOT
DOES NOT HAVE TO FLY THE
MACHINE; HE MERELY DI
RECTS IT. THE DIFFERENCE
IS VERY MUCH THAT BE
TWEEN A RACING SKIFF
WHICH HAS TO BE BAL
ANCED BY THE OCCUPANT
AND A LIFEBOAT WHICH
BALANCES ITSELF.
SEEING THINGS
Wh< ihor
t’s through a field glass. !
J opera gla.
tl* scopes or a pair of
Kryptok
*\ -glasses he sure they
are from
Moore’s.” Moore ' qual-
tty is, ou
watchword "We sell
evervt bin
< to see with.” Jno. L.
i Moore iV
Sons, expert opticians, 12
, North Hr
>ad street.
Worth It.
"Prisoner at the bar,” said the
Judge, "Is there anything you wish
*n wv before sentence is passed upon
you ?”
"No mv lord there is nothin’ 1 rare
to say; but «r you’ll clear away the
»ahle» and chair-* for me to thrash
my lawyer, you can give me a year
or two extra.”
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written
Cupid in an Auto
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DEAR MrSS FAIRFAX:
I have been keeping company
with a girl for about eight
months, during which time she
has on several occasions given
evidences of her love toward me,
and. of course, she was recipro
cated.
Lately, however she insisted
upotl going with another young
man, who. unfortunately, owns an
automobile, and has at different
times taken her out joy riding.
I’m positive that this girl does
not love or even like this young
man, but as she has told me, goefl
out with him for the pleasure of a
ride. I’m afraid that in the long
run she will learn to love this*
young man and forget me alto
gether.
What other thing, outside of
buying an automobile, which I
can not afford, would be advis
able under the circumstances, to
keep this girl from going out
with him?
Kindly accept my anticipated
thanks for an early advice.
AUTOMOBILE TROUBLED.
H ONK, honk—chuff, chuff—here
it comes right down the middle
of the road the big, red au
tomobile—and poor little Cupid has
to sit down in the dust and watch
It go by. .
So she goes a-ridlng wuth the
young man with the machine, not be
cause she loves him, but because
she loves the machine, does she?
What a silly, silly little girl. And
what a very human one.
It is fun to sdt up there in the great
soft, easily-cushioned seat—and smile
to see how dusty t-he road is there
in the footpath.
It is fun to pass everything in the
road—to see the landscape fly by like
a shadowy dream. It is fun to tell
the reft of the girls the next day
about the run into the country or the
speed we made on the Stone Mountain
road. It’s fun to be in things right |
in the very midst of them. It’s* fun j
to have what everybody else wants i
and can’t seem to get. It’s fun to :
look superior and ask the wondering
others how ever they manage to keep
machine starts. It’s fun to make you
jealous, too—poor, foolish 3 r ou, with |
your wistful eyes and your faithful,
grieved heart—but do you know who
I pity all the time? The poor lad
with tJhe machine.
Think a minute, don’t you—honest
ly now?
Which would you rather be—the
auto youth there in the machine with
the girl liking his machine and laugh
ing at him -or you there in the shade
by the road with the girl’s heart in
your keeping?
Poor man in the machine — there’*
nothing to him—but his machine—•
how can you feel anything but sorry
"or him?
The girl—what shall you do to keep
her from going with the machine and
the man?
Not a thing, not a single, tiny thin#
—this is your chance to find out ex
actly the kind of girl she is—you
couldn’t have a better one If you
planned a dozen yearn Which does
the girl care most for—you or a ma
chine? What is It she want® in life-
love, sympathy, comp&nions-hip — or
money, show, ease?
Now’s the time to find all this out.
—before the wedding bells begin to
ring. Don't wait till you’re In town
trying to earn the money to make tbo
first payment on your little home—*
the home you have dreamed of so
long—and then discover some fine day
fhat the girl you married is dissatis
fied with you—because she has to do
her own work and help save the bank
balance.
Don’t try to make that girl you
think you love over, young man; you
can’t do it. She’s what ®he Is—and
always will be—and neither you nor
anyone else on earth can change her.
if she’s a peacock, don’t try to
make yourself tthink she’® a neat lit
tle brown hen, and then be sick and
sorry when she refuse® to stay in the
barnyard with you, but want® to strut*,
somewhere with the re®t of her gay,
vain family.
Honk, honk—chuff. chufT—the man
with the automobile—'he's the best
friend you and the little girl who’s
trying to decide between you, ever
had. He’ll help you decide the great*,
question, and decide it the right way,
and whisper. I wouldn’t be too cross
with the little girl, just yet. anyhow:
she’ll decide for vju, see If she don’t
and then just tihink how proud you’ll
be of her decision.
Mixed in Her Dates.
He Do you love me, darling?
She- Yes. Jack
He Jack’ You mean Harold, don’t
! you?
She—Of course! How absurd .
am’ 1 keep thinking to-day’s Sat
urday.
The Best Food-Brink Lunch at F
'«■
insist Upon
onjcim rmoi E
genuine SnllsJiuSLSVirm <2?
Avoid Imitations—Take No Substitute
jeh milk., malted grain, in powder form,
nt*, invalids and growing children,
litrition,upbuilding the whole body.
I uuiwg mothers and the aged.
More healthful than tea or coffee.
Agrees with the weakest digestion.
Keep it on your sideboard at home.
A quick lunch prepared m a minute.
(Copyright. 1913. by Anna Katharlna
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
" ’You are in a frightful position. I
see that You bare married Dr. Cameron
and are expecting his presence every
moment at the door. If she is seen, you
are lost, for you could not bear a com
parison with her, point for point, how
ever perfectly you carry off her appear
ance when alone. What then Is to be
done? I can see but two alternatives.
Either acknowledge the whole and re
lease the doctor—a course I certainly
should advise—or you must trust me
with this body to dispose of as I think
fit.’
*’ *1 can not tell Dr. Cameron,’ was my
answer. 1 have married him and I mean
to live with him He would wish it If he
knew He loves me and there is ro
Genevieve now. I hurt no one by my
action and I save everybody from deep
and lasting pain.’
"Hia Up stern as iron, just quivered
for a moment as if he denied this laat
assert ton. but he said.
** ‘Listen, then, I will help you, Mil
dred because, hard-hearted as I am,
I pity you. When you are gone—you
are going on a wedding journey, 1 pre
sume ”
"I nodded.
" ’1 will carry Genevieve out, secretly
If 1 can, openly If ? must, and putting
her tn my phaeton drive her to Mrs.
Olney’s house. My driver is with me but
I will dismiss him. and by taking every
precaution possible to avoid observation.
I may succeed in getting away from the
house unnoticed. If 1 do. 1 will say she
took poison on the route: If 1 do not.
that she is ill and that 1 being a phy
sician and her engaged husband, 1 am
taking her home. In either case 1 shall
declare her to be Mildred Farley, and
to this story I shall cling till you your
self inform me that your husband knows
the truth and that It Is useless to per
sist In the lie any longer. Do you un
derstand ine, Mildred?'
“I signified that I did, and he went on.
" ‘I think I can manage it so that you
will be saved from all Inquiries. If I
do not, remember that you are Gene
vieve Gretorex, and play your part well.
Now. where is the bottle from which she
took the acid?'
"1 showed him, and he picked It up
and put it In his pocket. He had
hardly done this when I heard my hus
band' 9 rap.
" 'Put out the light.’ he motioned.
‘And keep him out of the room at all
hazards,’ he added. In the lightest of
whispers.
"I did as he bid, and succeeded in
getting another moment alone with him.
” Have you her veil?’ he asked.
"I had not, and knew not where to
find It.
" *1 must have one.' he said, ‘to throw
over her face. ’
"I tossed him the one 1 had Intended
to wear myself. He took It. and I has
tened to gather up my own clothing
and leave the room.
"When I went back again, it was with
Peter. Remembering that Dr Moles-
worth, in all probability, knew nothing
about the house we were in, I took
occasion to ask this man, as he lifted
up my trunk, who was in the kitchen
He answered, ‘No one but the caterers,
ma’am ' After which I Inquired if the
back stairs were clear, and, being told
they were, advised him to take the
trunk down that way. to which he re
plied that he Intended to. I finished
by asking him to go around with the
carriage to the side entrance, where I
should have some money to give him.
Thus, 1 freed the back stairs and gave
to Dr. Molesworth, listening near, a hint
of the way he should go. I suppose he
acted upon it, but never having had
the opportunity to speak to him again
alone, I do not know anything more
about it than the rest of the world.
"Of the events following that dreadful
night, you already are acquainted.
From a belief that Dr. Molesworth had
succeeded in his undertaking. I was sud
denly awakened to the consciousness
that from some error In Judgment he
had laid himself open to the worst kind
of suspicion.
"Was it a shock, do you think? And
when in a still more dreadful hour that
| suspicion shifted to myself, and I saw
the secret upon which depended ray
* honor and happiness threatened with ex
posure. do you wonder that my integri
ty succumbed to my fears?
"Driven by the instinct of self-pres
ervation to subterfuge and prevarica
tion, I soon found myself entangled in
a network of deceit. Even when I told
the truth as I did to the Inspector at
the time he pressed me to give him
the name of the woman who made my
dresses, 1 followed it up with a lie to
my husband For while the half coy,
half audacious admission that I had
made them myself was calculated to
silence the man whose question I feared,
It would hardly have helped my cause
with the doctor, who had been told
more than once how helpless Genevieve
Gretorex was with her hands.
“And so the vain struggle went on un
til it was suddenly made apparent to me
that ray husband's respect was giving
way before my duplicity.
’’Then, in an agony of remorse, I took
an oath, the keeping of which ulti
mately brought on the revelations I
feared. But I can not regret this. It
has slain my husband’s love for the
false Genevieve, but from the ashes of
this passion I hope to see arise a love
for Mildred Cameron that will in time
make the happiness of iny life.
"It fa the aim of my existence to be
henceforth worthy of that happiness.”
(THE END.)
A Bad Actor.
"So you want to join our company?”
said the theatrical manager to the
seedy-looking applicant. "In what
pieces have you ever appeared?"
“Well,” replied he, “my last engage
ment was with ‘The Blot on the
’Scutcheon.’ ”
“What character did you act?”
“I was the Blot.”
No Wonder.
"Do you play any instrument,
Jimp?”
"Yes; I’m a cometist.”
"And your sister?”
“She’s a pianist.”
“Does your mother play?”
"She’s a zitherist.”
“And your father?”
“He's a pessimist.”
Mr.
tt TELL, well, well, what a sensa-
Yy tion we are creating, sister®.
Talk abou* the erriotional
sex! Did you ever hear the like
the commotion about the women’.-?
new sort of frocks?
They arrested two perfectly nice
girls In Portland, Greg., the other
day and sent them homo in a taxi be
cause the policemen didn’t approve of
their skirtycoats. They fined a wom
an in Kansas City last week for the
cut of her dress, and in New Eng
land they are thinking of passing a
law about what shall be worn and
what shall be left off. Dear me! I
never had the leash idea our clothes
were so important.
How much less interest we do take
in the way men dress.
Can you fancy the women calling
out the police because they didn’t
think men were dressed properly?
They would look the other way and
never even mention brother’s eccen
trie clothes. And unless they were
very bathing sulty Indeed, they would
never even know that there was any
thing at all peculiar About them. 1
wonder why?
I heard them talking about it at
dinner the other night, the men—on.-
middle-aged and two young—and, oh,
the things they said about us for
speaking to the women who wore
’em! And yet do you know I hap
pened to be with the middle-aged
man when we met two of the ladies
who shocked him so md 1 though;
he looked rather pleased than other
wise.
Still he seemed so cro®s at dinner'
Ism’t it odd?
"But my wife ” said the middle-
aged man.
"But my sister ” said the young
man.
“But my sweetheart ” said the
other young man. And I do believe
that every one of the turee was per
fectly willing to have somebody else’&
wife and somebody else’s sweetheart
and somebody else’s sister be as mod
ern as the latest fashion plate from
Paris. So it is evident that they io
not think the new fashions ugly—isr’t
it?
I wonder what it all means—this
sudden return to the “altogether” ‘a
the way of dress or undress
Some of the frocks are really—er
—and when you see the faces of tho
women who wear them—ni ra, friend
ly, decent faces—just the sort of
women you'd pick out to pal wi h In a
long ocean trip, if It wasn't for their
astonishing frocks—good women
modest women, kind women, women
who wouldn’t think of "breaking up
a home," 'and yet—what in the world
does it all mean?
Are women getting worse and less
modest? Have the ragtime songs
really struck in, and do nice women
think of things they never used even
to know existed? Or are they getting
nicer and more modest and cleaner
minded—so clean minded that they
don’t see anything so very interest
ing in a trim ankle and don’t under
stand why anyone else should, and
are going to let it go at that?
After all, the most immodest
frock I ever saw was a nun’s dress
at a masked ball. The dress wa al»
right, but the woman who wore it
made it a horror. Are we getting Ft
that we can think of something be
sides sex, we women, and do w<
walk abroad clad In these very sug
gestive garments without meaning ...
hint of a suggestion at all? Are we
evoluting or are we sinking back?
"Whither,” in fact, "are we drift
ing?’’ The meanest man I know acts
exactly like the most generous ones.
Sometimes It’s hard to know which
is which. It has always been ad
mitted that absolute innocence and
unscrupulous boldness had an amaz
ing family resemblance. What arc
we getting to be, we women—bold
faced jades or open-browed Inno
cents?
Are we reading and working and
thinking so much that we’ve forgot
ten all about the primitive facts of
life, or don’t we. think about any
thing but those facts?
Doesn’t it mean a thing, the old
superstition about the natural mod
esty of women, or doe® it mean so
much that you simply can’t fathom,
it at all? Who’ll answer? Who
knows?
Not the men—oh, never, never, the
men—not even those who pride
themselves on the fact that they
“know women.”
But really, now, gentlemen and
brethren, haven’t ydu Just a little
bit of a faint inkling of how funny,
how outrageously funny all this
shocked surprise Is on your parts?
Now, if you were all burlesque
managers?
Business is—after all is said and
done—business, isn’t it? But—Just
plain, everyday men who have to
pay to go to musical comedies—tell
us, do, why do you Just show such
alarming symptoms of outraged
virtue?
It would be edifying to know^
and maybe your attitude wouldn’t bo
so incredibly funny—if we Just
knew. Do tell us.
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