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Charity 1 hat Begins at Home Ojten Gets Cold Feet
Beauty Secrets of
Violence Moore Discus.ft
Beautiful Women
///, 11 ’t inkle Problem
By MAUDE MILLER
h#ar •<> much about
baauty and what constitute*
It. Whether the beautiful
Itlrl ts the Rlrl with perfect feature*
or the girl who po*»e**e» a clean and
healthy mind But I maintain that
no Kiri, no matter how perfect a* to
facial characterlatics. no matter how
pure a* to mind and soul, can be
beautiful If she does not express
■ race Of movement and freedom to
express this grace.
*‘Oh, I am heartily disgusted with
ali the absurd freaks of fashion that
we call our beautiful women ’’ These
were the exact words r>f Miss Flor
ence Moore of the Winter Garden
Company when I asked her for her
Ideas On beauty. "The extreme styles
that are being worn by the ultra
fashionable set of to-day are spoil-
■
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/ A Thrilling Story of
[ Society Blackmailers
What Dame Fashion Is Offering
Attractive Styles Described by Olivette
Miss Florence Moore and Her Smile.
ing forever the grace which ougnt to she is forced to mfnee along Fifth
be second nature to every sensible i avenue in an expensive gown which
*lrl who expresses her Ideas in her will be Irrevocably ruined if she hap-
movements with the freedom and pens to take one step a little longer
liberty of a young animal. But still than the ordinary artificial gait that
this bugbear of society flourishes
the narrow nklrt. Freedom has been
ehe has been forced to adopt. And so
rrow skirt. Freedom has been there Is constant worry, constant
given to some extent In the slashing i fear of accidents in which you would! who would attain beauty, and grace la
pended and therefore lowered vitality
ensue? But the active girl la not
necessarily energetic, she Is no-t work
ing off an attack of vurplus nerves,
she Is simply naturally active and
needs unlimited apace to move about
In, Just as a flower needs the weeds
removed about it before if can grow
properly. Otherwise the sensitive
temperament of the growing girl wlli
find an outlet fqr Its natural activity
in some other way, and that other
way always results In harm to the
individual.
“Grace means everything to those
of the skirt, |n the Introduction of
invisible side pleating®, in cunningly
devised draperies and other things
from the clever brains of those who
would make us fnahionable. But the
narrow skirt is still with us.
"If we would have proper line* we
must have the narrow skirt, and the
narrower the skirt at the bottom, the
more trul> chic and remarkable for
daring originality is our coaiume.
The narrow skirt has come to stay ’
vVe hear the words on all sides, but
let me teir you something else that
s coming in the wake of the narrow
skirt. Wrinkles. How can a woman
vnaintain a happy expression when
be powerless to help yourself, a con
stant deepening if ever so little of
worry lines, which have come to stay,
and which are developing Into genu
ine wrinkles Just as fast as they
can.
“And now, perhaps, you defenders
of the narrow skirt will say that If it
a talent which is given to every one
alike. It remains with tho Individual
to develop that talent or t-o smother
it In the dreadful tolls of what fash
ion decrees It is time for every girl
to be awake and on her guard lest she
be deprived of her liberty. Don't for
get about the parable of the man with
the ten talents, girls, you have the
Is possible to milks anything habitual, I gift of grate within your grasp, you
o b\ tit.; the nai uw >1 . ‘ Why m.i . have poetry, of motion for the
should untie, rssary energy he ex- | asking."
Up-to-Date Jokes
Seeking a Husband
Bv CONSTANCE CLARKE.
A traveling salesman died suddenly
and was taken to his home. His rela
tives telephoned to the nearest florist,
some miles distant, to make a wreath.
The ribbon should be extra wide, wan
the Inscription. "Rest in Peace," on
both sides, and if there was room, "We
shall meet in Heaven."
The florist was away, and his new
assistant handled the job It was a
startling floral piece which turned up
at the funeral. The ribbon was extra
wide and bore the inscription, Rest in
peace on both sides, and if there m
room we shall meet in Heaven
• • •
"It's a great pity," .said the convict
ed b’urglar to his counsel, "that you
couldn't have made that closing
Speech of yours at the opening of ’he
case.”
"1 don’t see how that would have
improved matters." said the advocat-
• It would, though,’* «• xplained ifis
client. "Then the jury would have
been asleep when the evidence came
on and I’d have stood some chance."
♦ • •
A Massachusetts minister was
making his first visit to Kentucky
several years ago. He had to spend
the night in a small town, where
feuds :md moonshine stills abounded.
Engaging in conversation with one
of the natives, he said:
“My friend, this a very bibulous
State. I hear "
"Lor," replied the man. "there
hain’t -5 Bibles In all Kentucky.”
• • •
A teacher in a certain town (we
considerately decline to be mor.* spe
cific) had a great deal of trouble to
make a boy in his class understand a
point in his lesson. Finally, however,
he succeeded, and, drawing a long
breath, remarked:
‘if it wasn't for me you would Le
the greatest donkey in this town." 1
"O'
is that the way you make
them. Mary?”
"Sure an’ Miss Peggy, how
did you think you'd be makln’ them?’
"Oh. cut a hole out of the middle of
each round thing, and fill it up with
Jelly, and bake It."
Mary Interrupted with a burst of
hilarious laughter, and as l patted and
pinched the crust for the tarts. 1 de
elded that It must be harder to be a
cook than a nurso
"You put the jelly In afterwards,”
said Mary, ns she shoved the pan Into
the oven. And l. full <>f pride that I
was doing my first bit of baking for
Dr. Hammond, who was coming down
to dinner settled back in the big kitchen
chair to wait for the tarts to bake
Mary bustled around the kitchen in
the most businesslike way, and I
sight ni and looked reflect Ively out
through the glass door of the laundry.
It was raining, just the kind of a steady
rain that made me long for the cool
pink and white couch up In the den.
and that book that had just come up
from the library 1 tugged absently at
my apron, and then with my thoughts
still far away 1 woke to the fact that
Mary was speaking to me
"Sure an* Miss Peggy, why don’t
you run upstairs and let me take care
of the tarts.’ Who’s to know the dif
ference. child?"
But I said decidedly: "No. Mary, I
must do it my own self. Next time
I’ll know Just how it’s all done, and
Dr. Hammond Just loves tarts."
The tinkle of the telephone, and I
flew upstairs.
"Hello, yes, this is Miss Dean; O. Dr.
Hammond? Yes. I’m very busy. I’m
expecting company for dinner."
"You’re not coming? Why? O. of
course you can’t in a case like that.
Why do people have to go and get
hurt, an>wa> " Yes of course. I un-
erstand: V? t you need me to help’’
1 wish 1 could
"Do you really? Well that helps
(Novelized by)
(From the play by George Kear-
I borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York,
herial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
A LINE was leaning for support
against the grefctt library table-
insensate wood aided her to
stand, and the man who would willingly
have supported the woman he loved
and so trusted—against all the world,
must stand aloof and wait Jiis Lady’s
pleasure
“Won't you lock that door?" asked
the priest, breaking the throbbing si
lence.
• ‘It has a spring lock, Father.”
Then he turned to the girl, who
drooped before him.
“Dear lady, you make me the proud
est man In all the world.
And so Lawrence Holbrook offered
this girl of a blasted life the finest de
votion In all the world—for if "perfect
love casteth out fear." is not the love
that still must trust because it never
sees the need of doubt, though doubt
lies all about—Is not such love the most
perfect thing that can be given woman?
The Warning.
"Don’t waste a minute. Miss Graham
has serious news for you. Captain," said
the Father earnestly.
"THEY’RE COMING TO ARREST
YOU.”
The girl tried to strengthen herself
to meet this new horror—the horror of
having the man who loved her arrested
—in her stead
His reply was almost casual. "My
dear lady. Father Shannon will tell you
that an arrest to an Irishman reads as
a form of compliment."
Aline went on with grim purpose
nerving her.
"A MAN HAS BEEN KILLED TO
NIGHT CAPTAIN HOLBROOK!"
Could the girl find strength to say
more than tills? Can a loving woman
say to man she must deny. "Your
goddess is no goddess after all—she is
I a murderer?" If a woman must deny
herself the glory of a true man’s devo-
tiun, can she find the greatest courage
to shatter that devotion?
“I saw the body," said the Captain
simply.
“Judson Flagg.’ shuddered Aline.
“The same.”
"Our door-bell rang—It startled me—
I was—I was up and awake—and—I
looked over the banisters—Chief Demp
ster to see my father—in the hall he
spoke your name ”
The girl’s frail body swayed—her
strength was failing her purpose.
"Take It gently—and sit down, my
dear. Father, need she torture herself
more ?’’
“Hear out, Captain.” replied the
Father In a firm tone.
“I went downstairs and listened at
the door as they talked In the library
the chief phoned police headquar
ters—the railway stations were to be
watched—you were to be arrested your
self Oh, Captain, a kind of panic
seized me all In a moment 1 was
dressed there was only one person
I could think of to help me out—to help
YOU—I went out of the back door—and
over to him.”
"To keep me from being arrested?”
asked the Captain tenderly. Why. she
had been thinking of him, even while
he had been working for her!
A Line Tells All.
" 'Twas her first and last thought.
Tell him all the story, daughter,” said
the man of God, very gently.
"ALL?" quavered Aline.
The father nodded.
"Just as you told it to me.”
Just a few hours before the girl had
laughed easily at her lover, ”1 have
told you that I do not love you! You're
a quaint soul. Captain.” In her hour
of tragedy she could not lie to her own
soul -she did love this man—love him
with all the forbidden gloi*y of her
wounded heart, and her own deed had
made that love a thing to be denied—
and her crown of martyrdom was that
she must tell him all all her sad story
She looked at her captain with half
parted lips -and all her soul yearning
to waft its message from her eyes.
some. Anyway. 1 needed you to help
me cheer up. It’s such a horrod day.
Oh, yes. and we’re going to have tarts . * ~-
for dinner. Yes. 1 know you'd be sorry, i And then she moaned at the hurt of
Next time? Well, maybe. You see I’m j it all: "Oh, must I tell?
making them, and ” j "Not a word—unless you want to,"
"Of course 1 can cook. Please don't j expostulated the captain.
Jolly, Oh, no you won't, you’ll be too The Father spoke In encouragement:
busy to miss even the tarts.” -«i know him, my dear! It's best to
“The tarts, perhaps, not you”—the tell him.”
words sang across the wire, and 1 sat Aline moistened her dry lips. When
down on the stairs in the dark and re- t he lips have a dreaded office of speech
fleeted. He really did want to come to perform, blood of life and color flees
And the thought that he would miss me from them and the motive power for
even in the rush of an accident case, all-revealing words threatens to fail.
an»l the deepening of his voice when he tried to control herself. ”1 ”
said those last words—my face burned. _ .... , a . ,
. , "My dear girl, protested the captain,
and 1 put my fingers up over my eves J . , ....
, . . , . , How shall a man endure while the
and wondered what had come over me
, , . ... v woman he loves is made to torture
Just thn. 1 wanted to be a nures more
than anything else In the world, because herse1 *-
1 warned to bo where he waa. Then t The * irl sank ,nto a '’ hair and Kazed
allowed myself to dwell upon the de- lmo t , h * future 8he had ‘ ,re '
lights of being: a hospital nurse. The pared ,or herself
fascinating smell of the place, the rest- T,m « and ths t,dM of ltfe seemed
lesness and rush of It all. And then aa ln momet ’ t from the flood to ebb.
it all came back to me that aftrnoon Altra pre,>ared to 9ae evan th< “ * ift ot
when 1 had first met him. the ahlne ot forbidden love go out from her life,
his haid under tho electric light and the Perhaps it was only a second before
funny little Impulse I had to rumple it she spoke—but her soul grew to worn-
♦ si 1 *? m )* e< * anv * thought It a good a.nhood m that flash across the face
thing that men do not always know
what we women are thinking about. °f eternity.
lVgg\ dear you are elarning. every day “I killed him,” breathed Aline Gra
ven know t little more, and yet you’re
a little frightened you might as well i ’ „ ,
'fess up. Things are so very, very ! For a moment she sank forward
strange, and you don't know yourself j against the table. Then she rose and
a * >’ ou thought you did. do you? * J tottered to Father Shannon, and hold -
Miss Peggy. Miss Peggy. came I , . . . . , . .
Mary’s stentorian tones from the kit- ! ou * hands to him stood with
chen. "your tarts are burnin’. sure, miss, bowed head watting the verdict,
you d better be tendin to them ’ j n haste—as if defending her from
And 1 flew to the rseue. “It s all ■ . . ♦ ,. ,
right to b. a nurse. Peggy. ' I scalded I her V 'T 1‘Oest. Lurry Holbrook voiced
severely as 1 pulled out the smoking [ his ultimate faith and trust
pastry from the oven, "but it strikes ■ "She defended herself Why. Aline,
me that you’d better learn to be a good I don't let it drive the color from
< »ok first But 1 felt a whole lot bet
ter when Mary, laughing at my dis
mayed face, said god-naturedly, "Sure
an’. Miss Peggy, you never know your
luck next time you’ll be havin' better
luck w ith > our tarj,s. too " Mary is a
natural born philosopher.
cheek "
Amazed beyond all human believing.
Aline came back toward Holbrook and
gazed up at his strong, tender face
"And they think YOU did it!"
Larry waved it away as if this were
the merest trifle.
“Oh no, they don’t think that—but
I they think—I KNOW.”
"And you did know.” The Father
spoke the words In slow wonder at the
beauty of soul he was seeing ever more
strongly revealed In the buoyant nature
of the lad—of almost forty—the lad he
loved!
Very tenderly the man spoke to the
girl: "YES—I KNEW!”
Scorched by the sirocco winds of her
own shame, the girl blanched to even
greater weakness and pain.
’ You—despise me " Her voice held
agony.
"I—LOVE YOU,” answered her
"knight without fear and without re
proach,” tenderly.
A glaze.l look of horrified recollection
came over the girl’s eyes. She lived
her pitiful defense aloud.
. “I never meant to kill him He
took hold of my arms got one
hand free and struck him My blow
had no effect There was something
In my hand—a paper file—like a big
hat pin—hla hand on my throat!
I struck again! I couldn’t see.
I don’t know what happened, but he
was lying In a chair pulling the paper
file from his breast.”
Her hands battled up to hide her hor
rified eyes from that vision of terror.
"Aline—Aline—you are torturing your
own heart," cried Holbrook.
The girl turned to the priest for
strength. "Go on, my daughter," he
said with infinite tenderness In his tone.
"THEN HE GOT UP—I LOOKED
BACK-—HE HAD FALLEN ACROSS
HIS DESK—HE CALLED FOR HELP
I DIDN’T KNOW I HAD HURT HIM
BADLY—I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW
THAT UNTIL I HEARD CH2&7
DEMPSTER PHONING FATHER.
"The Chief phoned first? Before he
came?” questioned Holbrook, ever alert
for anything that might mean a chance
for the girl so hopelessly enmeshed ln
the spider’s web. The spMer had been
destroyed—but the silken meshes of his
gray web remained.
For the Man She Loved.
The girl nodded drearily.
“That’s why I dressed. I thought the}
were coming to take me—I lived over
and over again the disgrace of it—if
there had been anything—to take—I’d
have killed myself—too.” I dressed, and
crept down again—and listened—at the
doors in my father's house—and then
heard—it was you in danger!"
"You said nothing at all to your fath
er?’’ asked the Captain. So much de
pended on this!
"No!”
“Poor child he said In pain at
thought of all she had endured—his ten
derly nurtured, tortured little lady!
"Then your words came Into my
mind.” went on Aline.
"What words, my dear?”
“Of Father Shannon—this afternoon:
'Tell him everything. All you’ve told
me and all you haven’t told—tell Fath
er Shannon.’ ”
“ ’Twas the one thing to do.”
The girl fled to the refuge of tlie
priest’s strong clasp.
"He will go through all of it with
I me—the jail—the trial—the disgrace.”
1 And now her strength deserted her—
1 like a reed in a bitter wind from the
north she swayed, racked by the chill
blast of her own straining emotions.
i A murder trial—a scandal in high
places—and she. Aline Graham, daugh
ter of the District Attorney of the
| United States—a prisoner at the bar
I her name her father’s clean
! name dragged in the filthy’ mire of all
the basest human Interpretations of her
bitter blundering and love forever
dead and cold to her outcast be
smirched human blood on her
hands Jezebel daughter of Cain
so ran her agonized thought.
The Captain’s tone held all the quiet
certainty and soothing balm his strength
could impart to words.
"There will he no disgrace. Cry It
all out on the Father’s breast and
do you think he’d be holding you so
tenderly if you were what you think—
Instead of what we know?” His voice
deepened to the tenderness he would
have expressed a thousand-fold if he
could have held the sobbing girl in his
own strong arm?. "Aline—Aline, you’re
breaking all our hearts by your cruelty
to your own self. Why. little lady "
"But you must not be falsely accused
for my crime,” cried the girl.
"There's no crime about it," declared
the Captain rashly.
"Tell us what’s to be done, Cap
tain.” said Father Shannon.
The soldier spoke with military brisk
ness. This case demanded more of
mind and less of heart if they who
loved her would find a way of escape
for the girl who was struggling in the
morass of danger.
"Did any one see you leave the
house?"
"No one.” answered Aline.
“Go back and be quiet,” said the Cap
tain.
"To-night they’ll arrest you—and to
morrow they’ll come for ine, too,” cried
the girl.
"Perhaps they won’t,” said the Cap
tain. casting about in his mind for a
way to make this possibility certain
"Yes. There was a brooch—a clew for
them. I tried to get It, but he had it.”
"Your mother's brooch—the emer
ald?”
"Yes,” moaned the girl, sinking Into
the chair at the head of the massive
walnut table.
Holbrook came and stood near her.
He wanted to touch her—to reassure
her—not with a man’s overwhelming
passion, but with the tenderness all
the world feels for a tired child who
faces pain and stern reality too great
for its untried strength. But he only
held out his hand with the pin ln his
palm. ,
"I thought you’d want it, he said, in
a matter-of-fact tone.
Aline lokoed at this worker of mira
cles “Oh, you wonderful friend." she
said.
Then she turned in bewilderment to
Father Shannon, with her mother’s
jewel in her hand.
"Is it very wicked to think of escape
—to think of keeping silent?"
i To Be Continued To-morrow,
This evening
gown is mad*
over a slip, cut on
the hips, of pis-
tache velveteen.
Over it are draped
two tunics. The
first is of beaded
tulle ln green and
gold, and it is
veiled by the sec
ond tunic of black
taffeta. They ire
finished at the
end in thTee
points that are
edged with Jet
beads. This tu
nic is gathered
very full at the
waistline, and is
trimmed in the
back with an Im
mense butterfly
bow’ of black* net.
A small, simple
blouse of white
net with very
short sleeves is
worn over an in
sertion of beaded
tulle in green and
gold.
A large dark
red rose gives this
simple garment
vivid and effective
touch of color.
T HE disregard of all waistlines in
this afternoon frock, on the
right, is its greatest charm. It
Is made of rose-pink and vanilla sat
in. The bodice, of rose-pink mate
rial. is made with a bloused-bolero
effect, with a three-quarter sleeve
slightly draped and trimmed at the
elbow with a small buckle of vanilla satin.
A broad plait edges the decollete, w’hich is knotted
in the middle front by two small points. The crossed
yoke is of plain white net. A tunic of vanilla satin is
slightly draped on tbe right side wflth three small
plaits. The skirt is very plain, fashioned after th-J
rounded style. It is made of rose-colored silk muslin,
machine plaited, and finished at the hem with a nar
row silk fringe.— OLIVETTE.
Do Y ou Know That
The French police have arrested an
old thief, known as “Father Noel/’
who never entered a tobacconist’s
shop without taking at least twenty
cigars. He stole daily an average of
I 300 cigars of the best quality, and a
! woman w’ho worked with him put
I them into boxes and sold them to
restaurant keepers at a greatly re
duced price.
In Berlin the firemen w’ear water
jackets wflth a double skin which
they are able to fill with water from
the hose. If the space between the
layers becomes overfilled, the water
escapes through a valve at the top of
the helmet and flow’s down over tho
firemen like a cascade, protecting him
doubly.
James Smith Woodhouse. of Birsc,
Aberdeen, who is 85 years of age, is
still living in the same house In
which he w r as born, and sleeps on
the same oak bedstead on which ns
first saw the light. He is very ac
tive for his age. and is a keen gar
dener.
One hundred and thirteen women
and three men were imprisoned dur
ing the year 1910 in England for nf-
| fenses in connection wflth the suffr-v
| gist agitation. The figures for 1912
| were 238 women and tw r o men.
Upward of 650 tons of soot fall an
nually on each square mile of tho
city of London. That is to say, dur
ing one year 75,050 tons fall on the
117 square miles which form the ad
ministrative county.
A church organ has recently been
made in Belgium which is composed
entirely of paper, the pipes being rolls
of cardboard. The sound is sweet
and powerful.
Human hair takes the fifth place in
dhi na’s list of exports, during the
year over $60,000 worth of hair hav
ing been distributed to countries all
over the world.
A mipe, now said to be exceedingly
rich, was sold by its native African
owner for a pair of trousers and a
cricket cap.
No picture is hung on the walls of !
the Louvre, in Parts, until ten years
after the death of the artist.
Perhaps the most extraordinary ta;- |
tooing idea ever carried out was tha:
of a coachman who, at the time of
the Dreyfus trial, had his body ana
legs covered with no few’er than 120
illustrations of the case, including
portraits of the leading personages.
The w’ork occupied nearly two years.
A meeting has just taken place at
Bucharest of a Congress of Unappre
ciated Inventors. A certain number
of mechanical geniuses, lacking the
funds to carry out their ideas, met to
discuss the means 6f remedying this
want. The members of the congress
Included a chemist who knows how
to produce diamonds, a shoemaker
who can manufacturer boots in which
to walk comfortabjy on the surface of
the deepest waters', and a sign painter
who has discovered a' color which
renders aeroplanes invisible at a dis
tance of eighty meters from the
ground.
He Found Out.
“Do you think your father would
object to my seeking your hand?”
“Don’t know’, I’m sure. If he’s any
thing like me he would.”
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