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PPW The Truth, Children Dear, Is Thai Santa Claus Is an Imposter; the Real Christmas Saint is a Woman THE THE FAMILY CUPBOARD ,*i Beauty 1 Charmingly Unique Short Story, (jO/npiete. P>A IT A DELIGHTFULLY jIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA The Power of Persuasion A Charming Evening GotPn Fullv Described bv Olivette. Adapted from the Big Broadway Success By Owen Davis. | Novelized by! (From Owen Davis’ play now being pre sented at the Playhouse. New York, by AY! Hi am A Brad\ Copyright. 1913, by International News Service > TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT ■’Please: Don't let me hurt you! Let me be gentle, but I can't sta> I can't bear any more." He loosened her clinging arms sor rowfully almost, as one Impelled by a force too great for himself. He held her hands in his cold ones for a mo ment— and looked at her in pity. ”Th$re, dear there Forgive me!" He half led. half carried her to a < hair and placed her in it as if she. had beep a helpless child. And, indeed. Kmil> Nelson Was almost helpless now Half fainting—sobbing collapse imminent, she fell away from his arm? She had fought for the life of her first born— and lost "God bless you, mother." The boy's voice was tendeV now. He was speak ing his farewell his final farewell After all he had once loved his beautiful young mother and he would never see her again And never again would he see. the father, who ha/1 given him life the father he had estranged past all for giveness His father would never know how the blow on his cheek had seared its red path of torture Into the heart of the son who had struck him “God bless you, mother—and good bye ’' With one last scourging of her will Emily Nelson cried out she struggled for her boy's life and her own sanity. ‘•NO, KEN NO! CHARUK!" ‘ ’ Charlie! ’ ’ In the hour of death she railed the name oT the man she had loved—her boy’s father the man to whom she was bound by fetters past pride's breaking -the man she must always love now. Relentlessly Kenneth went his self- appointed way—to the blood atonement He could not face life and the. long days and hours. Death was but one moment—and then oblivion. He stumbled to the door—wrenched it open—and there In the portal stood Charles Nelson. "Charlie!" cried the mother. Then nature exacted her dues ot outworn nerves and aching heart Quickly so that the two men brought face to face did not know she had succumbed to emotion. Emily Nelson slipped back in her chair swooning "Father!" cried the son in a broken voice of mingled Joy and pain In his eyes was the dawning light of sanity — of new day. "I have been wailing for a long time, Ken!" said the man with tender strength in voice and earnest eyes. He opened his arms. Kenneth stum bled forward into his father's welcome embrace. He had found his refuge 0 0 0 And the family skeleton slunk from the room abashed, defeated by the deathless power of forgiving love. In a sordid Bohemian hotel there was the glow of twilight calm of peace. In Emily Nelson’s apartment nearby stood Mary Burk waiting waiting for the home-coming of which her loyal heart felt strangely well assured Sunset—and sunrise! For in Kenneth Nelsons room a boy was kneeling at bis father’s feet, while a man and wo man came again into thefr kingdom the Kingdom of Love And perhaps one day Kenneth would find his King dom. too, in the rose-garden of Mary's love THE END. I V a corner of one of the most quiet streets in .Sevastopol In the burn ing sun sat an orange seller, a Tartar, motionless and half asleep. In front of him stood a fist basket half filled witu big oranges. Everybody else was half dead with heat, but the Tartar felt nothing. What was he thinking, as he sat there with his basket of oranges, worth, perhaps, one rouble and a half. Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Poses. Do You Know—- By MAUDE MILLER W HAT Is the secret and how' do you tell? Oh, it is an absorb ing topic, and a very difficult question to decide. But Madame Yorska. that dear, elusively dainty little French actress formerly of the Theatre Sarah Bernhardt, Faria, who seems to be well versed in the sub ject, has whispered some very im portant secrets which will perhaps help those who are more inexperi enced. Of course, it Isn’t j|lven everyone to have so many admirers. And now for the secret. The mod important thing in the world for a girl to know about. Far more Important than any beauty hints, they are of secondary importance. What is it? The secret of understanding a man "O, mon Dieu. these men," said Mm- Yorska. who at present is ar tistic director of the French Drama Society of New York, clasping her hands and leaning forward from the big couch where she was curled up among the cushions. "They are like children; they come to us all flushed with health and the joy of living, and often they have not an idea in their heads But do they enjoy life any the less? Ah, no, and why? Because they are unconscious of the fact. And we women. Do we in our funny su perior way look at them askance? Ah. no; we laugh very humanly, and long quite shamelessly to pet them as we would a good child or a favor ite Newfoundland dog MVI IIIFFin l.T. "You must not mind any feeling of ennui, remember, as you funny Kiijj- 1 lish put it; it is all in a good cause ! These clever men, they are so funny j they get drunk on their genius if they have any, but they are no match for the clever woman. Hhe knows intui tively that even if he is clever most of his manner is a pose. "A poseur is very uninteresting, all the time thinking of himself and Ills charm. But there Is no man who is too clever to lose his hand to a woman j if she lias learned how to play hoi best card. She must appear indiffer ent to him at first, and gradually ah low' him to arouse her interest. Real i interest, or seeming interest, it is all the same. He will be too absorbed In {himself to notice. And by and by when she finds thai she must tear nerself away, he will say to his fi lends, "Such an interesting woman, so much temperament, so sympathetic, I must see her again." Not a word about the color of her eyes, or the straight line of her aristocratic little nose, or the maddening curve of her mouth. Not that l mean to imply that a man does not care for beauty. Not at all, hut a clever woman can make a man think she is beautiful. "Then there is the kind man. One often finds the kindest men among the bourgeois class. It takes brains to be an intelligent bourgeois. And with the kind man you need not play. It would hurt your heart to be any thing but natural when lie is willing to play the game so fairly. ’ But be careful lest you lose your heart in a game like this, for it is the most dangerous kind to play, al though it is generally true that the kind ma*i is too straightforward, too honorable to engage in a game oi’ hearts for his own amusement- ‘The very young man is very much Die same as the older man with a pose, although he is not so clever. Jut he studies charm and makes a dash to be what you call a lady killer. He does not know that he is very funny, he is too egotistical, and it is often a very good plan to give him some very rude awakening. Jt de velops his manhood and in the hands of a very clever woman any latent possibilities can easily be developed after the- foolishness has somewhat evaporated. "You have enjoyed my little talk? Yes? Mere*!, beauooup. I have en joyed it much. I hope 1 have given you all, what you say, good advice." Most likely he was thinking of noth* ;g at all, for why should a Tartar think when hie w hole world of thought is limited to half dozen commonplace ideas? This Is permitted; that is for bidden The Tartar is satisfied to take things as he finds them. So la*.v had he grown that he did not even care to hum to himself the beautiful Tartar tune which the Tar tar boy play* on his flute Sundays, as he saunters along the aisles of the bazaar in the wake of the fat, opu lent wholesale dealer In fruit, who walks along looking as important as if h** were a Roman conqueror whose praise is being sung by singers and musicians. The Tarta • sat half asleep, dozing over his oranges and feeling so com fortable that he did not even want to raise his head to look at the elegant carriage passing along the street. Otherwise the street was nearly empty, but in the distance was a man in a dark blue suit and a straw hat. tottering along, affected by heat and wine. When he reached th** Tartar he stopped and stared down into the bas ket wit.) his dull ayes. Then with some exertion he asked "Do you sell oranges. ' "Certainly," drawled the Tartar as he raised his eyebrows lazily. "Do you want some?" "Are you a Tartar?" "Of course T am," the Tartar said good naturedly. NO \ODK \ "A man has got to be something. Some are Tartars and some are Greeks.” "Yes—and. say, do you drink vodka?" "No. we do not drink. It is for bidden.’’ "Why, in Heaven's name.’ is that forbidden." asked the passer-by. "Does vodka do you harm?" "Yes. it is written in our law that we must not drink. It is a great sin." "Nonsense. What harm could that do you? I am sure you must have misunderstood the Koran Hand it to me and I will show you a p'.ace where it says you may drink." The Tartar shrugged his shoulders. He was offended an<l was trying ft) think of an answer. "When a man is drunk he stutters Is that as it ought to be?" “You don’t know what you are talking about. A man dors not stut ter because he wants to. The vodka makes him do that against his will." "And then he totters, s gs and brays like a donkey enough to scare cats and dogs away. Is that proper?" "Why shou’dn't a person sing when he feels like it?" "If he sings well, I do., mind, but a drunken man yells." "My dear friend Tartar, what doe? It matter to him if others don't like his singing? If it annoys them let them drink, too." Again the Tartar was thinking, try ing to find an answer. At last he said with a triumphant smile: “When a man is drunk, he falls in the middle of the street and while he •sleeps like a dead man. thieves plund er him.” "That»»is not so," cried the cham pion of vodka. "Do you hear. Tar tar? That is a lie When a man has fallen like tHat. no one can rob him.” "Why not? How can you say such a thing? There are plenty of thieves who would do it." "But how’ can they steal anything from im, you fool of a Tartar? When a man is that drunk, he has nothing lett that anybody can steal.” >IORF. ARGIMERT. "Perhaps! But then they may steal his shoes.” "And what does that matter, when it is as hot as to-day? It will only make you feel cooler.” The Tartar was in a dilemma once more. No answer occurred to him. J At last he said: "But the man's boss will say to j him: ’We don't want a drunken! monkey like you. Get out!’" "A man should drink intelligently and not let himself be caught by his boss.” “A man ahould not drink at all. Everybody knows that vodka has a bitter taste” "Nonsense! If you don't like the bitter, drink something sweet.” "But why should I drink when I don’t feel like drinking at all?” A very Impressive argument, but j the champion of drink did not give in ”JIow is it possible r.ot to feel like' drinking? Besides, a Russian drinks even if he does nor feel like it. At i first it seems a little, hard but you | soon get used to it. Did you ever I read any statist!—statistics?” Now, what is that?” ' Well if you had you would know] that according to stast—statistics every man in Russia drinks a litre! and a half of vodka a year. Do you understand!* Is it \ our duty then to drink -or not?' The Tartar sighed, head and admitted: naturally it is" That is how it is.” said the pas serby and walked on. When he reached the ha; no: . he stopped, j leaned against a pillar and gazed at j the limpid blue water of the bay. He was thinking. "That Tartar is a sensible fellow'." ! he muttered to himself. “He is right. Vodka is no good He says it ruins' your health and robs you of your money and your Job. I know what I am going to do. [ an?, going to chuck drinking—Shut up. don't con tradict me!” He raised his hand and stood as if he were listening to dim voices within himself. ”1 have chucked it,” he said. • • • The man was barely out of sight when the Tartar began to feel an unpleasant sensation. He nodded his head repeatedly, smacked his i tongue and tugged at his full trous ers. Then he said to himself: , “What that man said was true. He' is quite right. If I drink and like ; it, it is nobody else’s business.” Ho jumped up. picked up his basket, walked quickly down tow ards the harbor and entered the inn "The Jolly Tars " scratched his “Of course. I p=to=Date Jokes "I haven’t seen Tlemmandshaw for a week.” “No: he hasn’t been out of the house since his accident." “Was he seriously injured?’’ "No; but he feels the disgrace deeply.” “Disgrace?” “Yes. After living in the heart of the City all his life, he went to the country one day last week ana was run over by a m'ilk wagon.” * * * Secretary Bryan, at a luncheon in Washington, said of a man who. through modesty, had declined an important and useful office: “So he wants to hide his light under a bushel, eh? Then perhaps the country is just as well off with out his. services. When a man talks of hiding his light under a bushel. 1 usually think that a thimble would answer the purpose just as well." • • * Jim—"Honesty is the best policy, arter all.” Bill—"How?” "Remember that dog I stole?” "Y es.” "Well, I tried two hull days to sell ’im, an’ no one offered more’n five dollars: so T went, like a honest man, an’ guv him to th’ ole lady what owned ’im, and she guv me ten.” The safest railway line in the world ought to be the Illinois Central. No other railway certainly hay carried its precautions against accident Into such minute detail A general order lias just been issued prohibiting drivers, firemen and conductors- everyone, in fact, who is concerned with the actual running >f the trains - from carrying on their watchfaoes pictures of sweethearts, wives or babies Such pictures, it is explained, are likely to distract the at tention of employees from their work. Some suggestive experiments have been made on German warships with lighted projectiles, which it is thought may take the place of the electric searchlight. The projectile, which tilled with calcium carbide, is tired from a cannon and. since it is lighter than water, after striking it comes to the surface During .t* immersion water is automatically admitted and produces acetylene gas. which burns with an il lumination equal to that of 3.000 can dles A gorilla flew as a passenget in an aeroplane from Siraaburg to Metz 1 •* Oliver day The animal is the pet of a Herman military airman, who acted as pilot The ape at first refused to he tied into the machine, but submitted at ter some persuason Through th*- flight be ^creamed and trembled, and when the machine landed he was ho paralyzed from fright that he had to be helped out of the passenger’s seat. Household Suggestions Should the inkpot h<‘ aecidenUllv A1 r i BAY -1 Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers ROUND TRIP HOLIDAY FARES BETWEEN POINTS IN SOUTHEAST VIA THE WEST POINT ROUTE, TICKETS ON SALE December 17. 18. 19 , 20, 21. 22. 23. 24. 2b and 31. 1913, also January 1. 1914. RETURN LIMIT January 6. 1914. For all information write to. o»* call on J. P. BILLUPS. General Passenger Agent. F M. THOMPSON. D.strict Passenqer Aoent. ATLANTA. GA Acivt. upset on tablecloth or carpet, pour a little cold water over it at once. The Ink will float on the water, and when riot It or carpet is rubbed dry no sta.n will show. in wet weather clean the windows with chamois leather in the usual way. then sprinkle a little flour on the polishing* duster. The result will be an easy and brilliant polish. Used in water as a dail> gargi ■, borax keeps the throat healthy. Used in water for cleansing the teeth, it "disinfects” them and prevents their decaying. Oh. the Perils of Pretence! j Onl> last week that infatuated ifuetendci. Augustus lYrkly. on eii- I lering a ballroom said to the footman | in a loud, peremptory tone of voice: "Please tell my coachman to bring the hroughinan back in three hours." j The footman went, and two minutes later, as I’erkly was standing up to dance with Miss Blond, he returned to say. in a voice audible throughout the room: "Your coachman says he can't come back in three hours, sir, because he’s gut another fare for then, sir." Exit Boreleigh. So you don’t object to late call ers?" gratefully responded Boreleigh, who had been delayed “No.” she replied “It's the la;e leavers w ho annoj me." (Novelized by> » CASTOR!A for Infants and Children The Kind You Hava Ajwavc Soueht j (From 1 h k e play by George Scar borough. now being presented at the Tljirty - Mint ti S »>et Theater, f*Vw York. Serial r ghc held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TO DAY'S INSTALLMENT. He found the little red morocco book -the book that would tell him the and reason w hv the girl he loved—the girl w hose eyes said. "I love you." had de nled in words the message that gave him hope. "Address iiujexed- initial (I. Yes . Graham, Aline—daughter of Gor don Graham. District Attorney. One letter—own hand ar.l signature " The box dropped to the floor and Cap tain Holbrook rose to his feet with the lines of hopelessness forming a net work of pain across his face. In hor ror he voiced his bitter discovery: "SE CRET MARRIAGE’—ALINE And in a broken tone of despair, he voiced his pain in one word—"Aline!" Would his faith die? Would he voice the cyn:i s answer to knowledge such as this burning blast from the hell like furnaces of l w rid s own pur-, gatory.’ "Women they're all alike— all of 'em alter all'.’" Would he say this, think this ami leave Aline to her And then Captain l^awrence Holbrook walked over to the fireplace and ground that glass plate with the story of death printed on it beneath the iron poker. He did not desist until it was shattered to ver> atoms. And Then he raised a transfigured face and said his • feed with the devotion of a worshiper at some pure altar: NO! SHE IS A GOOD \VOMAN—j » >R 1 NEVER M FT ONE! ’ " Tea is here. Captain." spoke Bar ney's precise voice. Holbrook started. "Four me a cup ami let it cool a little." “Cream. Captain ’ "No (Team, and no sugar Just tea." "Vis, sir. ■ The Captain thrust his hands again through their accustomed place in the cuffs of his shirt, he put on his coat and slipped into its pockets the packet, of letters and the tell-tale morocco book. The phone was again in demand. * "Hello hello! Give me Main 7-4— Barney, clean up that mess 1 made on the hearth and put the pan and the red lamp awa\." "Yis, sir." ‘ Hello—724? Your night editor, please! Hello—night editor? This is Captain Law rence Holbrook—a es. sir. same. You promised Mr. Graham this afternoon to publish a denial of the engagement of his daughter. Miss Aline Graham, to me w'ELL. NEVER MIND THE DG N1AL that's t, exactly, let the matter g«* as it lays. Yes, sir. this s llol- devflment of the powers that were soon to close in on him and the girl he loved supremely, in spite of all the evidence against her. When Alines father had objected to Holbrook because they knew so little of his past, the girl had championed him with the warmth of love and the knowledge of her own bitter memories: “He is interesting, unusual, a traveler, a world man. a real man: he is genial and frank no one can Interest me any more, father, than my past—interests him." But Aline's past must interest Hol brook now for on it hinged her fu ture— perhaps her life' The Captain smiled with the genial ity Aline had commended and concluded his chat with the night city editor: } "Thank you the same to you and many of them." He hung up the phone with a sigh of relief. The statement of his en gagement to Aline Graham—taker of life—and another man’s wife—or dis carded love—would "go as it lay." Holbrook stirred his tea and prepared for a draft of it. H .IT ng. •> d-heirajing ’et - s as it to brook. himself. :\actl> PR KM A - in life But wUi had taken Aline into Ti*K,; BI T HL’ITK RIGHT, and I’m firm. m.nl, tra-ghtfimd up like the sol- ! sorr > to have trouble* i you at all, sir." bis great pn \\ as i Those black !>:■ \>s bad lifted at the service chief h; I •ve* l t r. , ok at an\ let - . corners to their quU? nal triangle and grea surge. i: ." -i kified Flagg I the bit ot a brogue lad deepened a> s hand on her throat. |d nlway » did m monn nts of detenu inn - fr » i d of \1 t ' 1 ’ II. VXt i to ment or .i . t mischievous be- If lloibrcck The Confession. OLBROOK walked over and lifte. the spring lock. The "sick man smiled. "Ah. doctor, thank you You’re prompt." The man who entered was a slender, gray-haired, keen-eyed man of for:;, five, with all a boy's inquiring interest ! Francis Elliott stood with i prominence at the head o f j ifusion, surge A secret j an Episcopal father atjd a j friendships, he must rank high But the man would soon prove what were his real companions—his thoughts. The doctor smiled his gentle, kindly smile the smile that always won the hearts of the little lame lads whose poor legs he knew well how to straighten. “You ill, Larry?" "Not a bit,” said Larry as cheerfully as If getting a man out of bed at this hour of the night or morning wore a matter of no import. "Your boy said " remarked Elliott in puzzlement. "I know—I told him—1 wouldn't a bothered you. only IT IS ’life and death.’ Doctor, sit dow*n. Here's some whisky. I'll just see to the doors a bit. This is a matter of an extremely con fidential nature." He picked up his own cup. "What's that?" asked the doctor in an amazement that gave final testi mony that this was not Holbrook s reg ular beverage. “Tea—I need something, and I can't risk THAT to-night. But help yourself —Fm no fanatic.” "Bat 1 am not drinking at such an hour—or when 1 have been called pro fessionally." Then grave’y he added: j "What can I do for you. Captain?" "Judson Flagg, the divorce lawyer— I the blackmailer of women—and helpless i girls—has just — Ins tense voice broke and stopped ! suddenly as Barney entered. "Go to j your room. Barney , until I rail you." "Yis. sir." "Barney?" queried the doctor.' with n amused smile at the set* q’»s Oriental. ,, •• • w • .f Iri-' ease nr hr- brogue-tipped name to which he ad just answered. To Be Continued To-morrcv.. S IMPLE dinner dress in vervaine brocaded charmeuse. Vervaine Is one of the glorious new purples brought forth by the new season. The richness of color and the simple elegance of line are respon sible for the beauty of this stunning dress. The full bodice crosses in a V front and bach and outlines the low neck. . At the armhole the full material tightens to tak* the place of sleeves. At the waist again the fullness tightens undet a girdle. Extremely cldc is this wide girdle of very pale green liberty silk which ties in a great soft bow just at the crossing of the surplice. The plain skirt is slightly gathered round the waist an^ closes down the front. Directly in front it is caught up under a button of the material. The skirt is quite long in back and is raised by its ovn line of drapery in front. For the woman who objects to the sleeveless effect, the gown may be improved by a short angel sleeve of the green liberty or of self colored tulle.—OLIVETTE. ■S' S' Tabloid Tales # t *t TlAT, Mother, is a diplomat .’ I \/\/ read so much of them these * * days A diplomat. My Child, is one whose manners are so highly polished that he can call another man a liar and the other man will never know it. What. Mother, is meant by Pa- tience? Patience. Little One. is that senti ment which so soon ceases to be a vir tue when displayed toward the faults of those you dislike. It is also the best investment a married woman ran make. Are all. Mother, who talk about oth ers to be classed as gossips? No. no. My Child: those you dislike are gossips; those you like a "well in formed." Is it so wicked, then, to listen to gos sip? There is nothing more wicked. Little One. than to listen to gossip, but it is the popular thing never to condemn the gossip till one has heard all he has to tell. When his talk is exhausted, it is then quite noble for his listeners to show their contempt for a tattler by leaving the room. What. Mother, is Hope.’ The answer, Little One. depends upon the age of the person in whose breast it is inspired. In mothers. Hope is that sentiment which, w hen they • see other boys slight, abuse and disown their parents, prevents them from giving their own boys away What, Mother Mine, is meant by ‘get ting back to Nature?" It is an expression. My Child, used by those who are figuring on loafing for a while and want the loafing <1 is - guised. AYhy. 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