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About the Only ! king a Man Will Permit Ilis Wife to Have a Monopoly of Is Patience €>
What Dame Fashion Is Offering
' Tivo New Styles Described by Olivette
T HIS most graceful eveninj
made of apricot silk ca
is made over a founds
silk muslin, with an embroidei i
A very wide piece of applii
a narrow band of sable, passes
veils the arms and falls in tv
back. These points are finis]
tassels.
The skirt is shirred very
waist line, the heed of x hirii
to the short-v aisted i
crustations of beaded embroid
by a rounded train.
This garment atfi
cause of the manner in v ic'i
graceful lines to the fe ’.
Many of the even
shorter than ever, and, in
l am
jue
ck on the left is
■re. The bodice
of light pink
I beaded galloon,
tee, edged with
r the shoulders,
ends, front and
by long beaded
t the Empire
■ high, adding
uned ivith in-
ld is finished
dmiration bo
s' in the most
vns. are worn
tre drawn up
high in the back. This style is illustrated by the
accompanying model of ‘"jonquil souffle de
soie” (jonquil silk breath) and green and jonquil
liberty silk on the right.
The bodice, made of souffle de soie, is draped
both front, and back with a crossing, or Priscilla,
effect, and is richly embroidered with .immense
green flowers covering the shoulders. The effect is
a dee^,decollete in V, unlined and with very short
sleeves.
The skirt is made up of three parts. The top
skirt is of green and jonquil double-face satin,
gathered very full at the waist, showing the pan
nier effect on either side, and trimmed with a huge
bow at the back. It falls .over a second tunic made
of gathered flounces of jonquil souffle do soie. The
lower skirt is of jonquil liberty silk veiled by souffle
de soie of the same shade and embroidered with
huge green flowers. OLIVETTE.
A Reel Joke.-
“Why is a woman's m,-
•moving' pictures'.'”
'1 give it up."
“Why, because they m
daily.”
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
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AND
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Fourth Kation3!
Corner Peachtree and M
Phone Alain ‘00
1 MUST HEED YOUR MOTHER
Uetar Miss Fairfax:
! am 16 and would like very
much to go on the stage. T am
•■ping company with a young
man about the same age, who is
on the stage, and has asked me to
go with him. If T go I will have
to leave home, for my mother
said that I could not go. I am
m love with this young man and
he said that if I do not go on the
hav< nothing more
to do with me. He says he loves
M. L. C.'
He doesn’t love you. No man loves
rirl if he advises her to disobey
.r mother. This is proof that he
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MAULL BROS.,
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lacker sincerity, s»ense and honor. You
must not see him again, and you
must give up all thought of the stage.
NO APOLOGY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I would like to know whether
it is up to me to apologize to a
girl for the following reason:
I keep company, and my girl
friend and myself with another
couple were at an affair when we
had sonic trouble with some boys,
and they saw this other girl hold
her friend’s cigarette and they
thought bad of her. I told her
about having a bad reputation
with these boys and she got sore.
Now my friend refuses to talk to
me until I apologize to my lady
friend. if. J.
Your motive was so good that you
owe na one an apology.
Perhaps*, however, you might have
stated your objections more delicate
ly. As it was, you have unfortunate
ly offended both the girl who acted
silly, and also your friend. Tell her
you intended no offense.
LET HER ALONE FOR AWHILE.
Dear Miss Fairfgx:
How can I win bark the love of a
girl I once neglected to meet on an
arranged appointment? I had been
keeping company with her for six
months. Shit does not pay any at
tention to letters I send her, ex
cusing myself in every way; but
she has my ring in her possession
and does riot want to return It, and
talks to friends of mine about me,
asking them many different ques
tions. heartbroken.
I think she would like to make up,
but wants to punish you first.
You have apologized. Let the matter
rest there for a few months. Perhaps
when she thinks yo,i may no longer
rare, will become more Interested !n
you.
AT D A V A Thrillin k r Story of
1 I Society Blackma
(alters
(Novelized by>
< lYom the nlu\ by OAorge Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.!
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
C APTAIN HOLBROOK had stopped
just beyond the great curtains.
He stood, a straight and splendid
figure in his loose topcoat, and marked
himself that absolute gentleman who
wears his dress clothes with the same
graceful ease-, and self-forgetfulness he
shows in tennis flannels. Then suddenly
the “devil-may care” ease of the up
standing Irish gentleman, than whom
there is no finer, went from his simple
pose. He became no mere onlooker—but
one who feels a Sudden vital interest
in what lies before him.
Holbrook gave the room the quick in
spection of a man trained in the mili
tary. He turned his head sharply from
side to side inhaling—while abruptly
fear crossed his face.
In the lightning flash with which a
! drowning man tees ths panorama of hia
j life—Larry Holbrook lived over a hap
py scene—a merry little dialogue he had
heard that afternoon.
“The Man: “Tell me—what perfume
ts thar you’re wearing"”
The. Girl:, “ii is vile, isn’t
The Man: .“It haunts me like a dream
of summer- what is it?”
The CSj/i: “It is named Chypre.
The Man: “To be sure—Chypre—I
loafed away a fortnight there. A god
dess like you does well to wear the per
fume of the Island of Cyprus—Chypre
is the French for that island where
| Mount Olympus stands, and the girls of
Cyprus wear that Olympian perfume,
tod.”
The Girl: “Do you like itV”
The Man. “I adore it.”
The Girl: “Father doesn’t—he says it
saturates the house.”
A puzzled look—a look of % paln cams
across Larry Holbrook's face. That
perfume saturated the room in which he
stood—and the girl and the man in
the conversation' which had just, flashed
| its message of horror across his brain
were tAline Graham and himself!
The chief turned to look at Holbrook.
That gentleman had too often found hu
man life depending on ease and savoir
faire to be at a loss now. There was
but a momentary pause. Then Holbrook
spoke easily;
“Shot, wasn't he. Donnell?”
“Np ”
“Wasn’t?”
The captain's tone bespoke utter as-
; tonishment.
“Struck with one of thim iron paper
foiles,” explained Donnell, with a heavy
i brogue that was elder brother to the
: wee touch of Irish music in Larry Hol-
[ brook's voice.
“Powder smoke in the air,” said Hol-
i brook in easy explanation of his theory.
■ And to himself he added very serious-
| ly: “And—perfume.”
“I thought this job would be too
big for the headquarters men. Chief—”
began Donnell.
“Oh,'I’m not on it officially, Donnell-
just to look it over with the inspector.
Has he been here?”
Donnell shook his head. “The Inspec
tor just piioned and asked you to plea so
wait for him”
*T see! Every moment that we waste
may he fading a clew*. We had better
look about a bit,” said the Chief, more
truthfully than he knew.
The two officials—with that cold
blooded air of business that thv\ urns'
all the more assume in the presence of
mysterious death, walked over and look
ed at the body
Judson Flagg lay sprawled across the
table as he had died. And one clenched
fist held the, clew that must butra.\
Aline Graham with pitiless certaint>
But the Chief did not touch the inert
mass of evil that lay before him. All
must be left as it had been at the
moment of death—Inspectpr MacIntyre
must find every clew intact tjo Judson
Flagg's remorseless dead hand still xov-j
ered its bitter evidence.
Larrjfr Holbrook still stood moth•■ less j
near the door. lie felt the stern n< - j
eessity for clear thought—the sdtua-|
lion threatened to be strangely com-j
plicated'.
What did it all portend And that
was the very question that a trem
bling girl was asking of the night’s
darkness—what did It all mean?
Suddenly Holbrook spied a crumpled
rose at his feet her rose could it i>t
But no—there were thousands of Killai
ney roses in Washington. lie stooped ;
and picked up the flower in another :
moment it would have be«n ini
ths pocket of his coat, but ( hiel Demp
stcr looked up, and. a suming a tine air
[ipod the
of casual interest, Holbrook dr
flower at his feet. Another piece or !
evidence lay shrieking to the Heavens
of Aline!
“Right over the heart. said Donnell
with unction. Even a crime neatly con- j
summated may have its admirers!
“Not a bad weapon at that.” ad- :
milted Chief Dempster.
The Chief began moving about quiet- !
ly, and as he scanned everything in a ■
quick, alert way Donnell watched him j
admiringly.
Holbrook still held his position near '
the center door, but suddenly he took j
off his top coat and tossed It and his |
hat on an inconspicuous chair. Ills j
manner had become alert and deter- ,
mined. There was a military crispness
in his bearing as he came forward and
! scanned everything as quickly as the
i Chief himself. He seemed to be listen- j
ing to Donpell, but he was following a I
train of thought far removed from Don |
J nell.
“I wus on Sixteenth street, an’ I ;
; heard the Kid a-yelling an l run ove; :
i here, a-blowin’ my whistle as I come,
an’ I found what you see, ami I phoned
headquarters, and
“See anybody after you got here?'' [
asked the Captain.
“Only the boy—he’s upstairs but he i
don’t know nothing about it
A look of relief crossed Holbrook’s]
i face. What did he fear? And could his :
j love stand the strain—if it all proved
; true? Could a man go on loving a
j woman after lie knew that she had I
committed murder? Would he still wish
to marry a girl whose hands were
stained with the blood of human life?
“Him.” said Donnell, nodding Jo- the
thing that ha<Tbeen Judson Flagg, “and
the boy lived here to themselves.”
“Made any investigations?” asked the
Chief crisply.
“Never touched a thing, no, sir—just
as you see It.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York
fNovelized by!
(From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse, New York, by
William A. Brady —Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
“I'll get you money,” said Kenneth
with the grimmest sort of determina
tion. He still felt th$ debt of the house
of Nelson to this girl—and a man must
have love. If the best is out of his
reach, he is sadly llkaly to take the
worst, if a smiling face masks the hol
lowness of the cheap substitute.
“When’ll you get ipe the money?” in
sisted Kitty
“Now!” He took out his watch and
came over to her—away from the sun
shiny window and reverie—back to the
drab room of heavy air, to Kitty—and
fact!
“I'll pawn this!”
Advancing In businesslike fashion Kit
ty examined the watch.
“What is it worth?”
“It cost $100!”
“You can't get more than $26.” said
Kitty, with brisk certainty. “Can I have
$10?”
“Ten! You can have it all!”
There was a happier time—when with
the assurance of youth and in the ar
got of Broadway, Ken Would have add-
ed—“and cheap at half the price ” For
given money he knew Kitty would he
sweet again. She w*s like a gas meter
—that sputters and refuses to give out
light unless it is fed the quarters that
it likes to devour!
He started for the door -and as he
opened it he found Dick LeRoy stand
ing on the threshold in the very act of
entering without the preliminary of a
knock.
“What are you doing here?” snapped
—not Ken—but Ken's overwrought
nerves.
“What d'ye want of my poor life?”
asked Dick, with his unfailing jaainti-
ness. He seemed to have an ability,
shared by ducks, rubber and cravenette
cloth, of shedding the heaviest and
grimmest of rains'
“Nothing. What do you want of me?”
asked Ken. with knowledge thal he had
been bought and paid for.
“I’ve come to say good-bye.” an
swered Dick, In the tone of an unjust
ly suspected cherub.
“Say it before 1 get ba< — U at gives
you ten minutes—you'll no then for
good!” said Ken. He had determined on
a season of house-cleaning. Kitty should
have her dues—his broken life must
be patched as best it could -but to the
waifs and strays of Kitty’s errant fancy
he would no longer offer a refuge.
The door slammed with insistent em
phasis.
“Where’s he going?”
“To hock his watch!” explained Kit
ty nonchalantly.
Dick came closer and said, in a confi
dential and familiar tone of understand
ing and good fellowship:
“Ciettin’ to be a regular little feller,
ain’t ho?”
“He’s all in,” said Kitty, unsenti-
mentally.
“Sure he is. but what’s the odds If
you love him! Love's better’ll money
It gets you more—If you say It quick
enough. Well—I'm off. I open Monday
up in Albany. Eighty per—If it Is four
shows a day, looks pretty soft—after
this!”
He looked around him with a sneer.
His roving eye lingered a bit on Kitty’s
face to see how she would take the
suggestion he meant to convey.
“Good-bye. Dick!” said Kitty in a far
away voice.
She had put the table between them,
and had seated herself lq a high,
straight chair. Her hands were clasped
loosely in her lap—and she seemed
scarcely conscious of Dick Le Rov and
his “eighty per.”
Dick came over to the table and
leaned across it—so that his sleek brown
head was close to her golden one He
did not attempt to touch her—he ortlj
gave the impression of nearness* His
eyes were always Intent on her far
away grav-blue ones; the? were sweep
ing her face with the remorseless re
vealing of the clear searchlight.
“A hundred and seventy-five double!”
He waited a moment for this t<» sink
into Kitty’s money-loving conscious
ness
‘*T got It in black and white—’ His
voice took on a deeper tone but his
manner was guarded—held in leash
“A hundred and seventy-five double
and a wedding ring, if you’re fond, o'
Jewelry.”
Kitty put her elbows on the taoh- ai.<!
sunk her chin in the palms of her
hands. She was still staring daring
Intently. Dick wondered what she vis
ioned. But the visions of even a Kit tv
Claire are a little beyond the hup,
lucky Dick T.e Hoys of this word -
# The Futurist Twirl *
No. 5—The Final Steps—Mr. Brian's Last Article
that a written description of
last movement is not entirely
quate because the steps Are <
nal and not at ail easy to I
or to understand, either, for
matter. And, although I
great hopes for those who
experimented with a great mn
the new dances, stili the d
should really he seen in ord<
perfect this sixth movement
well as the fifth. However, l
who are familiar with the
sors step will have very
trouble in catching on to
slight variation.
The secret of the Futurist T
The Drag.
By DONALD BRIAN
Star of "The Marriage Market
opyright, 1913, International News
Service.
iHK sixth movement of the
Futurist Twirl is a still fur
ther elaboration of the tur
key trot.
It begins with a drag forward,
the man starting with the right
foot, the girl backward wdth the
left foot, as in the picture, and
the man going forward with the
left and the girl hack with the
right, to make two drags or four
counts.
This drag is .simply a skip done
slowly. Then there are eight
hops, or eight of the dragging
steps done rapidly, very rapidly,
so as to make them almost a skip.
This rapid movement may be bet
ter known to dancers of to-day as
the scissors step.
The legs are held rigid and the
movement of four counts ends
with the pose in the second pic
ture finishing up the eight counts
of the music, the left foot of the
man across the right foot of the
girl. Don’t forget to have your
music right with you—hum if you
have nothing better—for this dance
depends on the lilt of a good tango
for its bettor understanding.
This position in the second pic-
In the ‘ drag”
the legs are
held rigid,
the movement
ending with
| the pose in
the top picture.
The Skip.
Lire Is exactly the position for the
beginning of tho scissors step also,
so that when it is practiced it will
help a, great deal to fall into the
position immediately.
After the sixth movement eight
more counts of the turkey trot are
added, and then a repetition of the
fish walk described in the third
movement.
Of course it can readily be seen
Is now revealed. And T hope by
this time its intricacies have been
mastered by many.
At any rate, It has been a grat
ification to me to see it dancer!
this Winter, and I have no dotib
that I shall some day stumble upon
some of my pupils who have faith
fully studied my directions through
these columns, and who will dance
it a great deal better than I do.
A Merry Christmas to you all!
e near Cassel, :u
abandoned by itf;
ground that lit
there is hopeless. The soil is steriled,
and the authorities refused to link
thi village to the outer world by rail.
Only one Inhabitant remains. Frau
Roe ft, a shepherdess, who is HO years
old, and declares that she will die in
the village where she was born.
The - White Star liner Zealand!'*, j
8,090 tons, which has sailed from Liv- |
erpool for Western Australia w.tn
1,100 emigrants, will travel to Austra
lia. a distance of 11,800 niles, without
calling anywhere on the way. The I
Zealandlc expects to complete tho
journey in 34 or 35 days.
A wedding without a ring seems in
congruous, but in some parts of Spain ]
no ring is used'. After the ceremony |
the bridegroom moves the flower in \
his bride's hair from left to right, for j
in those districts to wear a rose abov • j
your right ear is to proclaim yourself
it wdfe.
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