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THE 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 There Are No Better Trains to FLORIDA Than the Electric Lighted, Vestibif'ed Dixie Flyer AND South Atlantic Limited Sleeping Cars Library, Obsen a Car, Coaches Leave Atlanta from Term* tlon Dally at 8:30 p. m p, m. Arrive Jacksonv a a. m. and 8:50 a. m Winter Tourist Rates For Further Partl-al . Ask the Ticket .t" Central ot G * Bait way 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 LIVE CHEAPER—CUT YOUR MEAT BILL DOWN You can cut down your meat bill ' othirds and get more nutritious d by eating Faust Macaroni. A )' package of Faust Macaroni con- iiis as much nutrition as 4 lbs. of ’ tef—ask your doctor. Faust Macaroni is extremely rich -ten, the bone, muscle and flesh Voider. It is made from Durum ; , the high protein cereal. • t !ick>i>, too. You can serve Macaroni a hundred different r. s to delight the palate. Write i free recipe book showing how. ii tight, moisture-proof packages, and 10 cents. MAULL BROS., St. Loui3, Mo. 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. When Flun Sown in physical condition it is usually because, the action of the organs of digestion has become irregular or defective. Then there is need for a safe and speedy medicine to relieve the ills which occasionally depress even the. brightest anti strongest. 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