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Sa^ToMakeMoney ®S1P inventors. men of ideas and mvenhee abuity. should write to day few our lie! oi navenfoas needed, wed prize* ofered by lecdmj manufacturers. Patents secured or our fee refused ~Whv 3«w iiratari hail. How to Get Your Patent and Yoor Money. ’ other valuable booklets sent fre* f« any rnddrtm. RANDOLPH a CO Patent Atlora<*)n» <118 “F” Street, N. W D. c. About the Only Thing a Man Will Permit His Wife to Ha ve a Monopoly of Is Patience \\ ' nVI /\\ (( _ //^ 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 llTi" LIVE CHEAPER—CUT YOUR MEAT BILL DOWN You can cut down your meat bill two-thirds and get more nutritious food by eating Faust Macaroni. A 10c package of Faust Macaroni con tains as much nutrition as 4 lbs. of beef—ask your doctor. Faust Macaroni is extremely rich in gluten, the bone, muscle and flesh builder. It is made from Durum Wheat, the high protein cereal. Delicious, too. You can serve Faust Macaroni a hundred different ways to delight the palate. Write for free recipe book showing how. In air-tight, moisture-proof packages. 5 and 10 cents. MAULL BROS.. St. Louis, Mo. 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. F==-^== 1 =• - AT] [) 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. Every Woman Is Interested and should know about the wonderful WkiHiag Spray When Ry in physical condition it is usually because, the action of the organs of digestion has become irregular or defective. 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