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Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. I ( w H - ’HAT do you think we'd hat er get for mother?” de manded Warren Whal'd you take her from I>>ndori la*! year?” A chiffon scarf—don't you remem ber? And I don’t hell eve she’s ever worn it.” ‘How about a good umbrella?” Helen smiled. Warren always sug gested an umbrella. It was his stock solution for any "gift” problem. "Why, dear you gave her one for her birthday—and your mother never goes out unless the weather’s perfect. She has three or four umbrella.* that I don’t think she’s ever unrolled.” "What about Carrie?” Thought of anything for her^” Helen made h gesture of despair. "Dear, I don’t know—I never know what to get her And your father— If you’d only help me select some thing for him!” "Now look here, I said I’d go with you to get sometnlng for mother and Carrie—but that’s all. Why on earth did you put this off till the last min ute? You should have had all these things bought days ago.” ‘‘I know I * lould,” apologetically, "but It's s» bard to deride on pres ents And 1 kepi thinking 1 might see things I’d like better.” "What’s all that. A list?” as Helen unfolded a slip of popei she had taken from her purse. ‘‘You’re not going to take something to all those people?” "Dear I'll HAVE to! They’ll expect some Httle thing ” “Well. I’d let ’em expect.” snapped Warren, an they now got off the bus "It's a hi line nuisance having to cart a lot of truck hack every time we Come abroad.” Warren Determined. A few moments later they were malting their way through the crowd ed aisles of the Bon Marche. War ren. was striding abend with the grim determination of getting something for his mother and Carrie—and get ting 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 th* first floor of the Paris shops “Here,” pausing before a large coun ter of handbags ‘How about a hand bag for mother?” The salesgirl began eagerly to show him the bags. “Too cheap. Not good enough.” crit icised Warren, feeling the stiff, shinv leather. “Oul. our. monsieur.” taking out a trav of more expensive ones. “No no, none of these fixings.” as the girl opened a fitted hag to dlsrday the tnv powder puff mirror and accent bottle. “This Is for in old lady: she don’t want all that foolishness. Let's see a good, plain h.ig” The girl did not understand Eng lish but she snw he objected to the fittings and now brought out a plain black bag of the finest seal “That's not bud,” and Warren glan red at the price tag. “Sixty francs What’d you think?” turning to Helen. “Oh, did you wnnt to get anythin* so exp'Tsive.” anxiously, for she had not thought < f paving over 2^ franc.* 1 for his mother’s present. “Well, I’ve got no time to shop around. Couldn’t ret a gxiod bng for leu* than twelve dollars, anywav. All right. we’U take that." shoving It toward the girl. As H*-len wag to eet the other pres ent* ifere. they decided to have a shopping csrrt. so everything would be i t m together. "Why not. uet Carrie a bag, too, while we’re ut It? Save time.” “Oh. no—no. hastily, fearing he would nay another twelve dollars for Carrie s present. "I think she has n good bag. If you haven't ' • ne, dear. Ill trv to get her something” "All right,” with evident ■ ellef. gel her an umbrella tf you can’t think of anvthlng ebe. Now. which way do T ge* out of her« ’’ looking helplessly around the bewildering aisles crowded w1*h vom^n shoppers. Helen steered him toward one of the entrances, and he hurried off with a brief Warren Leaves. "Take care of yourgelf. I've got a lot to do to-day may not get in until seven.” As Warren’s tall swinging shoul ders dlwippesred through the crowd Helen turned back to her shopping with a weighing sense of responsi bility. They were silling Wednesday, and hoc MUST get everything to-day. After almost an hour’s wandering through the shop she finally decided on a fine hand-embroidered collar for Carrie, and a dalntv boudoir cap for Warren’s younger sister, Edith. For her own mother. Mho bought a black silk shirtwaist. Then she came across a bargain counter of gloves, real French kid reduced to 3 francs. 60 cent*, and for everyone whose size she knew—she bought gloves. SEEING THINGS Whether it’s through a field glass, > opera glass, tlescopes or a pair of ( Krvptok eyeglasses be sure they ) are from "Moore's " "Moore" qual- j ity is our watchword “We sell j everything to see with." Jno. L. S Moore Sons, expert opticians. 42 { North Broad street. J Non-Collapsible Aeroplane—A Wonderful Invention The Items on her shopping card were counting up alarmingly. Over $80—it seemed a great deal to gpend on presents It was almost 3 before Helen stopped, too tired to drag heraelf on. There were still five names not marked off on her list. But she would be sick If she did not pitop to rest and have some lunch. She made her way out of the store trying to think where she would go for lunch. There were several hotel restaurants near, but they would be expensive, and Juat now Helen felt very poor. She had spent ho much on presents that she felt she ought to economize on her lunch. Turning a corner vhe found herself In a lltlc back street, narrow and winding It was an unexpected bit of “Old pHris” In the very heart of the city. The shops were small and quaint. Helen paused In front of what I looked like an old tavern. A stout, comfortable-looking wom an was sitting In the doorway, boldde her lay a big maltese cat. Beyond j Helen caught a glimpse of white- clothed tables, a sawdusted floor : From the glare of the f*un-baked ! street the place looked dark and cool ! and restful. Everything Spotlessly Clean. The woman smiled and nodded as • Helen entered hesitatingly. There was a bar at the back, but the two j waitresses were reassuring, and ever-, thing was spotlessly clean. It was certainly cheap Not an Item on the dim, violet-ink written menu over one franc. The only dP'li Helen recognized was “Artlchaut," for that wan almost the name as In j English But it was only 40 cen- , times 8 rent* could a* artichoke be good at that price?” Under the entree* was “Cervelle an beurre nolr.’’ The “au beurre nolr” Helen knew meant “with brown but- j ter.” but what was “Pervelle?” She pointed to the wor l and the ; waitress tried to explain In rapid French. But Helen still looked blank j Then, with o gleam of inspiration the girl tapped dramatically on her fore head Brain*! Helen broke Into an appreciative laugh as the meaning I dawned on her. The waitress, much pleased at her own cleverness, went off smilingly with the order for artichoke and | calve*' brains. The brains, delicately browned ir. 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 Mous- sellne sauce. As Helen ate It slowly, leaf by leaf, and sipped the claret, she felt she was really resting. There was an atmosphere of peace, quiet, nnd restfulness here, that she could not have found In the glitter of the big hotel restaurants. The wnole luncheon. Including the claret, was onlv 1 franc-90—38 cents! The waitress took the change nnd her tip with a smiling, “Mercl, mere!, maclnme!" And Helen left with a very kindly feeling toward this quaint Utile place. Very Trying. The glare of the street seemed even more trying after the quiet nnd cool darkness, and she dreaded to return to the Killing, crowded store. But there were still several presents to get. so reluctantly she made her way back to the Bon Marche. When she finished It was almost 5. Wearily, she took the bus to the hotel, \viih a troubled sense of having spent a good deal of money—and hav ing very little to show for it. Already she was beginning to worry over her selection* The cane she had bought for his father—after all he had so many canes. And why had she chosen a boudoir cap for Edith, who was so clever in making such things herself. And the dresser scarf for Mrs. Stevens—it did not seem enough to take her. And what HAD possessed her to buv a 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 «hc wlohed now she huu bought some, thing else. Why should she feel compelled to take back a lot of presents from every trip? she thought rebelllously. Surely the extra expense of traveling were heavy enough wl bout this add ed strain on their purse The next time— But Helen knew | 1n her heart that the next time would ! be Just the same. She would spend the same time ano money taking back things* 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.” 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 MoyEA&i.e CONTROLLING FLAP'S PASSENGER'S SEAT PETROL fr OIL TANKS pilot's seat MOVEABLE CONTROLLING FLAPS ♦.FIXES VERTICAL SIDE CURTAIN 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 SLIP, 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 DANGER- . ■ . - j ‘ - Tzassassr 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. e e • • Cupid in an Auto By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. DEAR MISS 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. o.f cours«, she was recipro cated.' Lately, however, she insisted upon 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, goes 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 buving 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 rigiht down the middle of the road, the big, red au tomobile—and poor little Cupid has to sit down in the dust and watch lt So she goes a-riding with the young man with the machine, not be cause she loves him. but becausie she loves the machine, does she. What a silly, silly little girl. And what a very human one. It is fun to Kt up there in the great 90ft, easily-cushioned seat—and Fmile to see how dusty the 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 resit 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 tihe very midst of them. It » fun to have what everybody else wants 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 jou jealous, too—poor, foolish you, with your wistful eyes and your faithful, grieved heart—but do you know who 1 pity all the time? The poor lad with the 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’s nothing to him—but his machine- how can you feel anything but sorry for 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 thing —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 years. Which does the girl care most for—you or a ma chine? What is it she wants In life— love, sympathy, companionship — 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 the first payment on your little home— the home you have dreamed of so long—and then discover some fine day that 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 she Is—and always will be—and neither you nor anvone else on earth can change her If she's a peacock, don't try to make yourself think she's a neat lit tle brown hen, and then be sick and sorry when she refuses to stay in the barnvard with you, but wants to strut somewhere with the rest of her gay, vain family. Honk, honk—chuff, chuff—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 you, see if she don't, and then just think how proud you’ll be of her decision. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written Worth It. “Prisoner at the bar.” said the Judge, "is there anything you wish to *hv before sentence i» passed upon you?” “No tnv lord there is nothin’ 1 care to sav; but if you’ll dear away the tables and chair* for me to thrash my lawyer, you can give me a year or two extra.” (Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine Green.) Mixed in Her Dates. He—Do you love me, darling? She Yep. Jack dear. He Jack! You mean Harold, don’t ! you? She—Of course! How absurd - ! am! I keep thinking to-day’s Sat urday. The Best Food-Drink Lunch at Fountains insist Upon ORIGINAL mm HORLICK’S Rk >! Avoid Imitations— Tako No Substitute More healthful than tea or coffee. Agrees with the weakest digestion. Keep it on yoyr sideboard at home. A quick lunch prepared m a minute. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. For infants, invalids and growing children, ire nutrition,upbuilding the whole body, gotalu uuisaig mothers and the aged. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT •• "You are in a frightful position. I sec that. You have 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 he done? I can see hut 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. I have married him and I mean to live with him. He would wish it if he knew. He loves me and there is no Genevieve now. I hurt no one by my action and I save everybody from deep and lasting pain.' "His lip stern as Iron. Just quivered for a moment as if he denied this last assertion, but he said: “ ’Listen, then, I will help you, Mil dred because, hard-hearted as 1 am. I pity you. When you are gone—you are going on a wedding journey, I pre sume “ “I nodded. ” 'I will carry Genevieve out. secretly If I can, openly if 1 must, and putting her In my phaeton drive her to Mrs. Olney’s house. My driver is with me but I will dismiss him, and by taking evert precaution possible to avoid observation. 1 may succeed in getting away from the house unnoticed. If 1 do. I will say she took poison on the route; if I do not, that she is ill and that I being a phy sician and her engaged husband. I 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 me, Mildred?’ “1 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?’ “I showed him, and he picked It up and put lt in his pocket. He had hardly done this when I heard my hus band’s rap. “ ‘Put out the light.' he motioned. ‘And keep him out of the room at all hazards,’ he added, in the lightest of whispers. ”1 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 lt. “ 'I must have one.’ he said, ‘to throw over her face.' “I tossed him the one I 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 1 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. 1 finished by asking him to go around with the carriage to the side entrance, whore 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. 1 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 my 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 1 did to the inspector at the time he pressed me to give him the name of the woman who made my dresses, I 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 my 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 my life. "It is 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 las; ~e- ment was with ‘The Blot ;c- ’Scutcheon.’ ” "What character did you “I was the Blot.” w ’-r 7 ELL, well, well, what a sensa- V/V' tion we are creating, sisters. Talk about the emotional sex! Did you ever hear the like of the commotion about the women’s new sort of frocks? They arrested two perfectly nice girls in Portland, Oreg., the other day and sent them home in a taxi be cause the policemen didn’t approve cf 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 .i law about what shall be worn and what shall be left off. Dear me! I never had the least 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 tric clothes. And unless they were very* bathing suity 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 -it dinner the other night, the men—oni 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 ladios who shocked him so. and I thought he looked rather pleased than other wise. Still he seemed so cross at dinner! Isn'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 bellevo that every one of the tnree was per fectly willing to have somebody else’s 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 no not think the new fashions ugly—isn’t it? I wonder* what it all means—this sudden return to the “altogether” ‘.n the way of dress or undress Some of the frocks are really—er —and when you see the faces of the women who wear them—nl.se, friend ly, decent faces—just the sort of women you’d pick out to pal with in a long ocean trip. If it wasn’t for thei? 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 le9S 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 tlrel-s at a masked ball. The dress wu cl' right, but the woman who wore it made it a horror. Are we getting e that we can think of something he sides sex, we women, and do we , walk abroad clad in these very sug- ! gestive garments without meaning a hint of a suggestion at all? Are we I 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 are 1 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 does it mean ho much that you simply can’t fathom lt at all? Who’ll answer? Who knows? Not the men—oh, never, never, the men—not even those W’ho pride themselves on the fact that they “know’ women.” But really, now, gentlemen and brethren, haven't you Just a little bit of a faint Inkling of how funny, how outrageously funny all this shocked surprise is on your part*? 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