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What Dame Fashion Is Offering
Two New Styles Described bv Olivette
|~x HIS most graceful evening frock on tfye left is
made of apricot, silk cashmere. The bodice
is made over a foundation of light pink
silt muslin, with an embroidered and beaded galloon.
A very wide piece of applique lace, edged wuh
a narrow band of sable, passed over the shoulders,
veils the arms and falls in two long ends, front and
back. These points are finished by long beaded
tassels.
The skirt is shirred very full at the Empire
waist line, the head of which is rather high, adding
to the short-waisted effect. It is trimmed with in
crustations of beaded embroidery, and is finished
by a rounded train.
This garment attracts particular admiration be
cause of the manner in which it hangs in the most
graceful lines to the feet.
Many of the season’s evening gowns are worn
shorter than ever, and, in addition, are drawn up
high in the back. This style is illustrated by the
accompanying itatdel 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 deep decollete in V, uuHned 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- .
ider effect on either side, and trimmed with a huge
bow at the hack. It falls over a second tunic made
of gathered flounces of jonquil souffle de 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.
Up-to-Date jokes
In the little village of Pershore a
woman committed suicide by hanging
herself to an apple tree. At the funer
al a neighbor, noticing the sad appear
ance of the husband, consoled him by
saying that He had met with a terrible
loss.
"Yes,” said the husband, heaving a
sigh. “She must have kicked like thun
der to shake off six bushels of green
apples that would have been worth a
dollar a bushel when they got ripe.”
* # *
A gentleman who had been spending
a holiday at a Scottish seaside village
noted for its golf links asked one of
the caddies if he got much carrying in
winter time.
“Nae. sir, nae,” replied the caddie.
“There’s nae carrying in the winter
time. Ye see, it's this way. if it’s no
sna’ it's frost; if it’s no frost it s sna;
if it’s neither sna’ nor frost, it’s rain;
if it's no rain, it's wind; an’ if it’s a fine
day, it’s the Sawbath!”
* * *
A young ladv who was going out to
New’ Zealand to get marred went to a
We<» Knd dressmaker for her trousseau.
The dressmaker suggested a warm one.
The young lady asked why, seeing
that the climate of New Zealand is a
beautifully mild one.
The dressmaker replied:
“I assure you, madam, you are mis
taken, for that is where the frozen
meat comes from.’’
* * *
Jones If Mr. Oldboy makes any such
assertion I wlM denounce him as a liar.
President—Mr. Jones, r call you to
order. Our by-laws'do not allow you
to go that far. ..
Jones—Then I call Mr. Oldboy a liar
as far hs it is permitted by the by.
laws of this association
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
YOU MUST HEED YOUR MOTHER
Dear^Miss Fairfax:
I am 16 and would like very
much to go on the stage. I am
keeping company with/a yoyng
man about the same age. who is
on the stage, and has asked me to
go with him. If I go I will have
to leave home, for my mother
said that I could not go. I am
in love with this young man and
he said that if I do not go on the
stage he will have nothing more
to do with me. He says he loves
me. * M. L. C.
He doesn’t love you. No man loves
I a girl if he advises her to disobey
her mother. This is proof that he
A Reel Joke.
‘Why is a woman's mind like tne
oying' pictures?”
I give it up.”
‘Why, because they are changed
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lacks sincerity, sense and honor. You
must not see him again, and you
must g.ve up all thought of the stage.
NO APOLOGY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I would like to know whether
it is up to mo to apologize to a
girl for the following reason:
1 keep company, and my girl
friend and myself with another
couple were at an affair when we
had some trouble with some boys,
and they saw this other girl hold
her friend’s cigarette and they
thought bad of her.* J 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 mv lady
friend. jj j.
Your motive was so good that you
owe no 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 Fairfax:
How can I win back the love of a
girl I once neglected to meet on an
arranged appointment? I had been
keeping company with her for six *
months. She 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 not warn 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 you may no longer
rare, she will become more interested in
you.
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[) A A Thrilling Story of 1
Lj/i X Society Blackmailers j
The Futurist Twirl * l; . l,nNAU>| : mAN 9
No. 5—The Final Steps—Mr. Brian's Last Article
(Nov«ilred by}
The Man:
of summer
The Girl:
The Man:
loafed away
< From the play by George Soiir-
borough, now being presented a' the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S IN ST A LLM E NT.
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-maycare’’ ease of the up
standing Irish gentleman, than whom
there is no finer, went from his simple
pose, lie became no mere onlooker—but
one who feels a sudden vital -interest
in what lieR 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
drcywnlng man sees the panorama of his
life—Larry Holbrook lived over a hap
py scene—a merry little dialogue he had
heard that afternoon.
“The Man: “Tell me—what perfume
is that you’re wearing?"
The Girl: “It is vile, isn't it?’’
“It haunts me like a dream
what is It?”
“It is named Chypre.”
"To be sure—Chypre—I
a fortnight there. A god- !
dess like you does well to wear the per- ,
fume of the Island of Cyprus--C.bypre j
is the French for that island where ,
Mount Olympus stands, and the girls of .
Cyprus wear • that Olympian perfume,
too.”
The Girl: “Do you like it?”
The Man: “1 adore it."
The Girl: "Father doesn't—he says it
saturates the house.”
A puzzled look—a look of pain came
across Larry Holbrook’s face. That i
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 Aline Graham and himself!
The chief turned fo look at Holbrook, j
That gentleman had too often found hu- ;
man life depending on ease and savoir !
faire to be at a loss now. There was j
But a momentary pause. Then Holbrook ,
spoke easily:
“Shot, wasn’t he, Donnell?”
“Wasn’t?”
The captain's tone bespoke utter as- J
tonishment.
“Struck with one of thim iron paper :
foiles,” explained Donnell, with a heavy
brogue that was elder brother to the
wee touch of Irish music in Larry Hoi- j
brook’s voice.
“Powder smoke in the air,” said Hol
brook in easy explanation of his theory.
And to himself he added very serious- j
ly: "And—pdrfume.” —
“I thought this job would be too I
big for the headquarters men. Chief—”
began JJonnell.
“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 phoned and asked you to please
wait for him"
”! see! Every moment that we waste
may be lading a i lew. We had better
look about a idt.” said the Chief, more
liT^fully than he knew
The two officials with that cold
blooded air of business that they must
all the more assume in the presence of
mysterious death, walked over ami look
ed at the body.
Judson Flagg lay sprawled across tlit*
table as he had died. And one clenched
fist held .the clew, that must betray
Aline Graham witli pitiless certainty.
But the Chief did not touch the Inert
mass of evil that lay before hint. All
must be left as it had been at the
moment of death Inspector MacIntyre
must find every clew Intact. So Judson
Flagg's remorseless dead hand still cov
ered Its bitter evidence.
Ijarry Holbrook still stood motionless
near the door. He felt the stern ne
cessity for clear thought —the situa
tion threatened to be strangely com
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 bis feet her rose -could it be?
But no—there were thousands of Killar-
ney roses in Washington. He stooped
and picked up the flower in another
moment it would have been safe in
the pocket of his coat, but Chief Demp
ster looked up. and. assuming a fine air
of casual interest. Holbrook dropped the.
flower at his feet Another piece
evidence lay shrieking to the Heavens
of Aline!
“Right over the heart," said Donnell
with unction. Even a crime neatly con
summated may have its admirers!
“Not a bad weapon at that.” ad
mitted Chief Dempster.
The Chief began moving about quiet
ly, and as he scanned everything in a
quick, alert way Donnell watched him
admiringly.
Holbrook still held his position near
the center door, but suddenly he took
off his top coat ami tossed it and his
hat on an inconspicuous chair. His
manner had become alert and deter
mined. There was a military crispness
in his hearing as he came forward and
scanned everything as quickly as the
Chief himself. He seemed to be listen
ing to Donnell, but he was following a
train of thought far removed from Don
nell.
“I wus on Sixteenth street, an’ I
heerd the Kid a-yelling an’ I run over
here, a-blowin’ my whistle as I come,
an’ I found what you see, and I phoned
headquarters, and——”
“See anybody after you got here?'
asked the Captain
“Only the boy—he's upstairs —but he
don’t know' nothing about it.”
A look of relief crossed Holbrook’s
face. What did he'fear? And could his
love stand the strain—if it all proved
true? Could a man go on loving a
woman after he knew' that she had
committed murder? Would he still wish
to marry a girl whose hands were
stained with tlie blood of human life?
“Him,” said Donnell, nodding to the
thing that had been Judson Flagg, “and
the boy lived here to themselves.”
“Made any investigations.’” asked the
Chief crisp’y.
“Never touched a thing, no, sir—just
as you see it.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
that a written description of this
last movement is not. entirely ade
quate because the steps are origi
nal and not at all easy to learn
or to understand, either, for that
matter. And, although I have
great hopes for those who have
experimented with a great many of
the new dances, still the dance
should really be seen in order to
perfect this sixth movement as
well ms the fifth. However, those
who are familiar with the scis
sors step will have very little
trouble in/hatching on to this
slight variation.
'rite secret of the Futurist Twirl
m 'm
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in Blew 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 gel you money." said Kenneth
with the grimmest sort of determina
tion. He still felt the 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 likely to take the
worst, if a smiling face masks the hol
lowness of the cheap substitute.
“When’ll you get me 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 w'orth?”
“It cost $100!”
“You can’t get more than $-5,” 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 be
sweet again. She was like a gas pieter
—thtfl sputters and refuses to give our
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 a*t 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 jaunti-.
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 that 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 I get back that gives
vou ten minutes you'll go then for
I good!” said Ken. He had determined on
a season of house-cleaning Kitty should
| have her dues- his broken life must
j be patched as best it could hut 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:
“Gettin’ to be a regular little feller,
ain't he°”
“He’s all in,” said Kitty, unsenti-
menttilly.
“Sure he is, hut what's the odds if
you love him! Love’s better’n 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 in a high,
straight chair. Her hands were clasped
loosely in her lap ami she seemed
scarcely conscious of Dick I^e Roy 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 onl>
gave the impression of nearness. His
eyes were always intent on her far
away gray-blue ones; they were sweep
ing her face with the remorseless re
vealing of the dear searchlight.
“A hundred and seventy-five double!”
He waited a moment for this to sink
into Kitty’s money-loving conscious
ness.
“I 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 of
jewelry.”
Kitty put her elbows on the table and
sunk her ehin In U\e palms of her
hands. She was still staring—staring
intently. Dick wondered what she vis
ioned. But the visions of even a Kittv
Claire are a little beyond the happy-go-
lucky Dick l.e Roys of this world
To Be Continued To-rtiorrow.
The Drag.
By DONALD BRIAN.
Star of "The Marriage Market.”
Copyright, 1913. International News
Service.
rrHE sixth movement of the
Futurist Twirl is a still fur
ther elaboration of the tur
key trot.
It hogius with a drag forward,
the man starling with the ,right
foot, the girl backward with the
left foot, as in the picture, and
the man going forward with the
left and the girl back 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 he 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 better 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.
ture is exactly the position for the
beginning of the scissors step also,
so that when it is practiced it will
help :■ 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 iti the third
movement.
Of course it can readily be seen
is now revealed, And I 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 danced
this Winter, and I have no doubt
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!
Do You Know--
Wollstein, a village near Casael, in
Prussia, has been abandoned by its
inhabitants on the ground that life
there is hopeless. The soil is sterile.!,
and the authorities/ refused to link
the village to the outer world by rail.
Only one inhabitant remains. Frau
Roeft, a shepherdess, who is SO years
old, and declares that she will die in
the village where she was born.
The White Star liner Zealandic,
8,090 tons, which has sailed from Liv
erpool for Western Australia with
1,100 emigrants, will travel to Austra
lia. a distance of 11,800 niles, without
t tiling anywhere on the way. The
Zealandic expects to complete the
journey in 34 or 35 days.
A wedding without a ring seems in
congruous, but-in sumo 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
iit those districts to wear a rose above
your tight car is to proclaim yourself
a wife.
The authorities of the Berlin sub
urb of Spandau have decided to ta :
perambulators. Every citizen who
sends his child riding in one must
pay a yearly tax of 30 cents. This
will entitle him to push it along on
the footpath. (
Invited to a Gheltenharn wedding,
aji army officer flew to the church In
an aeroplane, and he was accompanied
by two other officers with aeroplanes.
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