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Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
Florence Moore Discusses the Wrinkle Problem
What Dame Fashion Is Offering
Attractive Styles Described by Olivette
"Oh. no, they don't think that—but
they think I KNOW."
"And you did know." The Factor
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! 0
Very tenderly the man spoke to the
girl: "YEB I KNEW!"
Hcorched 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 glazed look of horrified recollection
came over the girl's eyes. Bhe lived
her pitiful defense aloud.
"I never meant to kill him He
took hold of my arms 1 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—his 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 h%art'," 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 1 LOOKED
BACK -HE HAD FALLEN ACROSS
HIS DESK- -HE CALLED FOR HELP
I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD HURT HIM
—BADLY- 1 DIDN’T EVEN KNOW
THAT—UNTIL I HEARD CHIEF
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 In
the spider's web. The spider 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-J lived over
and over again the disgrace of it—if
there had been anything to take—Td
have killed myself—too." I dressed, and
crept down again and listened—at the
doors in my father’s house—and then I
heard- it was you in danger!"
I "You said nothing at all to your fath
er?" asked the Captain. So much de
pended on this!
"No!”
"Boor 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:
‘■frill him everything. Aftl you’ve told
me and all yon haven’t told tell Fath-
(Novellzed by>
By MAUDE MILLER.
W B hear so much about
beauty and what constitutes
it. Whether the beautiful
g:rl is the girl with perfect features
or the girl who possesses a clean and
healthy mind. But I maintain that
n o girl, no matter how perfect aa to
facial characteristics, no matter how
pure as to mind "and soul, can be
beautiful if she does not express
grace of movement and freedom to
express this grace.
••Oh. I am heartily disgusted with
This Evening
gown is made
over a slip, cut on
the hips, of pls-
tache { velveteen.
Over It are draped
two tunics. The
first is of beaded
tulle in green and
gold, and it is
veiled by the sec
ond tunic of black
taffeta. They are
finished at the
end 1n thre«
points that are
edged with let
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.
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now' being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New' York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Seryice.)
TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT
A LINE was leaning for support
against the greht 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 his Lady's
pleasure.
"Won’t you lock that door?" asked
the priest,, breaking the throbbing si
lence.
"It has a spring lock, Father."
Then ho turned to the girl, who
drooped before him.
"Dear lady, you make me t^e 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 ^ier 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 this? Can a loving woman
.say to ** man she must deny. "Your
goddess is no goddess after all—she Is
a murderer?" If a woman must deny
herself the glory of a true man's devo
tion, 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-belf 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
pended and therefore lowered vitality
ensue? But the active girl is not
necessarily energetic, she is not work
ing off an attack of surplus nerves,
active and
replied the
; she is simply naturally
needs unlimited space to move about
i in, just as a flower needs the weeds
removed about it before jt can grow
Otherwise
T HE disregard of all waistlines In \ J
this afternoon frock, on the \ -
right, is its greatest charm. It
Is made of rose-pink and vanilla sat- v/l /j |\ t
in. The bodice* of rose-pink mate- A
rial, is made with a bloused-bolero '
effect, with a three-quarter sleeve
slightly draped and trimmed at tho
elbow’ with a small buckle of vanilla satin.
A broad plait edges the decollete, which is knotted
in the middle front by two small points. The crossed
yoke is of plain white net. A tunic of vanilla satin is
Miss Florence Moore aftd Her Smile,
properly Otherwise the sensitive
temperament of the growing girl will
find an outlet for its natural activity
in some other way, and that other
way always results in harm to the
individual.
"Grace means everything to those
who would attain beauty, and grace is
a talent which Is given to every one
alike. It remains with tno individual
to develop that talent or t>o smother
It in the dreadful tolls of what fash-
lt is time for everty girl
she is forced to mince along Fifth
avenue In an expensive gown which
will be Irrevocably ruined if she hap
pens to take one step a little longer
than the ordinaTy artificial gait that
she has been forced to adopt. And so
there is constant worry, constant
fear of accidents in which you would
be powerless to help yourself, a con
stant deepening if ever so little of
worry lines, which have come to stay,
and w'hich are developing Into genu
ine wrinkles just as fast as they
can. 1
"And now, perhaps, you defenders
of the narrow skirt will say that If it
Is possible to make anything habitual,
why not the narrow skirt? Why
should unnecessary energy be ex-
slightly draped on the right side with three small
plaits. The skirt, is very plain, fashioned after the
rounded style. It Is made of rose-colored silk muslin,
machine plaited, and finis! ed at the hem with a nar
row silk fringe.— OLIVETTE.
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."
ion decrees,
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
gift of grace within your g^rasp, you
may have poetry of motion for the
asking."
ooing idea ever carried out was tha:
}f a coachman who, at the time of
:he Dreyfus trial, had his body and
egs covered with no fewer than 120
including
illustrations of the case,
portraits of the leading personages,
The work occupied nearly two years.
Husband
seeking relief from tho 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
:eking a
Ey CONSTANCE CLARK:
A meeting has Just taken place at
Bucharest of a Congress of Unappre- i
elated Inventors. A certain number I
of mechanical geniuses, lacking th< |
funds to caruy out their ideas, met to i
discuss the means of remedying thl !
want. The members of the congress
included a chemist who knows how J
to produce diamonds, a shoemaker
who can manufacturer boots in which
to walk comfortably 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
to your own self. Why. little Jady "
• "But you must not be falsely accused
for my crime,” cried the girl.
“There’s no crime about it,” declared
the Uaptaln 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 arid to
morrow they’ll come for me, too," cried
tbo girl.
"Perhaps they won’t,” sakl 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 erper-
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 wMth a man’s overwhelming
passion, but with the tenderness all
In Berlin the firemen wear wa! »r
jackets with 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 flows down over tha
firemen like a cascade, protecting him
doubly.
James Smith Woodhouse. of Birse,
Aberdeen, who is 85 years of age, is
still living in the same house fn
which he was born, and sleeps on
the same oak bedstead on which no
first saw the light. He Is very ac
tive for his age, and is a keen gar
dener.
some. Anyway, I 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, I know you’d be sorry.
Next time? Well, inaybe. You see I’m
making them, and "
"Of course I can cook. Please don’t
jolly. Oh, no you won’t, you’ll be too
busy to miss even the tarts."
"The tarts, perhaps, not you"—the
words sang across the wire, and I sat
down on IIh- stairs in the dark and re
flected. He really did want to come.
And the thought that he would miss me
even in the rush of an accident case,
■ deepening of his voice when he
said those last words—my face burned,
and I put my fingers up over my eyes
and wondered w'hat had come over me.
.lust thn. I wanted to be a nures more
than anything else in the world, because
I wanted to be where he was. Then I
allow'ed myself to dwell upon the de
lights of being a hospital nurse. The
fascinating smell of the place, the rost-
lesness and rush of It all. And then as
it all came back to me that aftrnooii
when 1 had first met him, the *hine ot
his haul under the electric light and the
funny little impulse 1 had to rumple it
: p. I smiled and thought it a good
thing that men do not always know
what we women are thinking about.
Peggy dear, you are fdarning, every day
you know a little more, and yet you’re
a little
i ’fess u
i strange
i as w< 11 . . „ —
".Miss Peggy, Miss Peggy,” came
Mary - stentorian nones from the kit-
h« ri, ‘ your tarts are burnin’, sure, miss,
you'd better be tendin’ to them."
And I flew to the rscue. "It’s all
rig' ‘ to be a nurs<*, Peggy." I scolded
as I pulled out the smoking
pa.-t'-y from the oven, "but it strikes
Inc that you’d better learn to be a good
ik first." But I felt a whole lot bet-
-f - win n Mary, laughing at my dis-
! rnayed face said god-naturedly, "Sure
an Miss Peggy, you never know your
! l ick next time you’ll be havin’ better
wi’u your tartr. too.” Alary is a
natural born philosopher.
/ ^ y'-'V H, is that the way you make
I 1 them. Alary?"
"Sure an’ Miss Peggy, how
did you think you’d be makin’ them?’
"Oh, cut a hole out of the middle of
each round thing, and till it up with
jelly, and bake it."
''’Mary interrupted with a burst of
hilarious laughter, and as 1 patted and
pinched the crust for the tarts, i de
cided that it must be harder to be a
cook than a nurse.
"You put the jelly in afterwards,"
said Mary, as site shoved the pan into
the oven. And J, full of pride that I
was doing my first bit of baking for
Dr. Hammond, w r ho was coming down
to dinner settled back in the big kitchen
chair to wait for tho tarts to bake.
Alary bustled arou^ ihe kitchen in
the most businesslike way, and I
sighed and looked reflectively 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 I woke to the fact that
A traveling salesman died suddenly
tend was taken to his home. His rela
tives telephoned to the nearest florist,
home miles distant, to make a wreath.
The ribbon should be extra wide, witn
the inscription, "Resj; in Peace," on
tooth sides, and if there was room, "We
shall meet in Heaven.”
The florist was away*_>nd his new
assistant handled the job. It was a
startling floral piece which turned up
et the funeral. The ribbon was extra
■wide and bore the inscription, "Rest in
peace on both sides, and if t* 1 re ’s
toom we shall meet in Heaven. ’
ground.
One hundred and thirteen w-omen
and three men were imprisoned dur
ing the year 1910 in England for of
fenses in connection with the suffra
gist agitation. The figures for 1912
were 238 women and two 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 be n
made in Belgium which is composed
entirely of paper, the pipes being rolls
of cardboard. The sound is sweet
"It’s a great pity," said the conv!
ted burglar to his counsel, "that :
couldn't have made 'that clos
• peech of yours at the opening of
case.’’
"I don’t see how that would h
Improved matters." said the advoca
"It would, though." explained
client. ‘‘Then the jury would h.
been asleep when the evidence ca
on and I’d have stood some chance,
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Nebraska, Oklahoma, S. Dakota, Texas, Wisconsin.
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tion as to rates, routes, schedules, etc.
A Ala ssachu setts minister was
making his first visit to Kentucky
several years ago. He had to spend
the night in a small town, where
feuds and moonshine stills abounded.
Engaging in conversation with one
of the natives, lie said:
"My friend, this a very bibulous
State, I hear."
‘Lor,’’ replied fhe man. "there
toain’t 25 Bibles in all Kentucky.”
breathed Aline Gra
so very, very
know r yourself
I against the table. Then she rose ana
! tottered to Father Shannon, and hoUl-
! ing out( her hands to him stood with
| bowed head waiting the verdict.
| In haste as if defending her from
| her very priest, Larry Holbrook voiced
A mine, now said to be exee
rich, was sold, by its native
owner for a pair of trousers
cricket cap.
A teacher in a certain ‘own < w
considerately decline to be more spe
cific) had a great deal of trouble o
make a boy in his class understand a
point in his lesson. Finally, howevet,
he succeeded, and, drawing a long
breath, remarked:
"If it wasn’t for me you would be
the greatest donkey in this town.
No picture is hung on ih
the Louvre, in Paris, until
after the death of the artist
Perhaps the most extraordinary La
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