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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- ■ ' YfftA, A1 r i BA N / 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.” Don’t Put Off seeking relief from the illnesses caused by defective action of the or gans of digestion. Most serious sick nesses get their start in troubles of the stomach, liver, bowels—troubles quickly, safely, surely relieved by BEECHAM’S Sold everywhere. In boxes. 10c.. 25c. 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