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—— 4 THE MAGAZINE, Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. W ((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? 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