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Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
Florence Moore Discusses the Wrinkle Problem
By MAUDE MILLER
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
What Dame Fashion Is Offering
Attractive Styles Described by Olivette
the
uty and w
Whether
ITirl Is the girl with p
or the Kiri who posse**
healthy mind But I maintain that
no Kiri, no matter how perfect as to
facial characteristlcs. no matter how
pure as to mind and soul, can he
beautiful If she does not express
grace of movement and freedom to
express this grace
•'Oh. 1 am heartily disgusted with
all the absurd freaks of fashion that
we call our beautiful women." These
were the exact words of 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 apoil-
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(Novelized hy>
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(From the play by George Scar-
I borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
A LINE was leaning for support
against the grdi.1 library table—
Insensate wood aided her to
stand, and the man who would willingly
have supported the woman he loved—
and ho 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 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.
m
Miss Florence Moore and Hr*r Smile.
Big forever the grace which ought to
be aecond nature to every aenslble
girl who expresses her ideas in her
movement* with the freedom and
liberty of a young animal But still
this bugbear of society flourishes—
the narrow skirt. Freedom has been
given to some extent In the slashing
of the skirt, in the introduction of | »
Invisible .Ids pirating., in cunnin g ' •'*“» to >" voursslf. a con
devised draperies und other things Blanl deepening if ever so little of
from the clevor brains of those who worry lines, which have come to stay,
would make us fashionable. But the and which are developing into genu-
j Ine wrinkles Just as fast as they
can.
( pended and therefore lowered vitality
i ensue? But the active girl Is not
necessarily energeMc, ahe is not work-
I irig off an attack of surplus nerves,
i she is simply naturally active and
needs unlimited space to move about
I in, Juat as a flower needs the weeds
removed about it before it can grow
she is forced to mince along Fifth properly Otherwise the sensitive
avenue in an expensive gown which temperament of the growing girl will
be irrevocably ruined if she hap- ( find an outlet for its natural activity
; pens to take one step a little longer in some other wa
j than the ordinary artificial gait that ! way always results
I «he has been forced to adopt. And ho Individual
| there Is constant worry, constant
I fear of accidents In which you would
narrow skirt is still with us.
"If we would have proper lines we
must have tne narrow skirt, and the
narrower the skirt at the bottom, the
more truly chic and remarkable for
daring originality Is ouf coaiutne.
The narrow skirt has come to slay.’
We hear the words on all sides, but
let me tell you somethin); else that
Is coming in the wake of the narrow
skirt. Wrinkles. How can a woman
maintain a happy expression when
“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 \ may have
should unnecessary energy be ex- 4 asking.”
Up-to-Date Jokes
Seeking a Husband
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
A traveling salesman died suddenly
and was taken to his home. His rela
tives telephoned to t ie nearest florist,
some miles distant, to make a wreath.
The ribbon should beVxtra wide, wiin
H. is that the way you make
them. Mary?”
"Sure an’ Miss Peggy, how
did you think you'd be tnukin’ them?’
“Oh. cut a hole out of the middle of
each round thing, and fill it up with
the inscription, "Rest in Pcuc
both sides, and if there was room, "We
shall meet in Heaven."
The florist was away, and his in w
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, "K» at In
peace on both sides, and if there 's
room we shall meet in Heaven. ’
"It’s a great pity,” said the convict
ed burglar to his counsel, "that you
couldn't have made that closing
speech of yours at the opening of he
case."
"I don't see how that would have
improved matters." said the advoc.it -
"It would, though,” e xplained his
cUent. "Then tin* jury would have
been Asleep when the evidence came
on and I d have stood some chance."
burst of
was
A Massachusetts mini
making his first visit to
several years ago. He had t
the night in a small town,
fern's and moonshine stills abounded.
Engaging In conversation with one
of the natives, he said:
"My friend, this a very bibulous
State, l hear.
"Lor." replied the man. "there
hain't 25 Bibb s :n all Kenun av
hilarious laughter, and as I patted und
| pinched tla* trust for the tarts. I *ie
elded that it must be harder to be a
cook than a nurse.
"You put the jelly in afterwards,”
said Mary', as she shewed the pun into
the even. Anti I. full of pride that l
was doing my first hit of baking for
Dr. Hammond, who was coining down
to dinner settled back in the big kitchen
chair to wait for the tarts to bake.
Mary bustled around the kitchen in
the fin si businesslike way. and 1
sighed and looked reflectively out
through tin- 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.
at d that hook that had Juat come up
from the library. 1 tugged absently at
my apron, and then with my thoughts
still far away 1 woke to the faet that
tne.
“Don’t waste a minute. Miss Graham
has serious news for you. Captain." sa d
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 grirn 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
I 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
tion, can she find the greatest courage
to shatter that devotion?
"1 saw the body,” said the Captain
simply.
"Judson Flagg.” shuddered Aline.
"The same."
"Our door-bell rang—it startled me—
1 was -1 was up and awake—and—I
looked over the banisters—Chief Demp
ster to see iny father—in the hull 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 her out. Captain,” replied the
Father In a firm t^ne.
"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 I 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.
” "Fwm 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.”
.lust a few hours before the girl had
laughed easily at her lover, "I 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 glory 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,
some Anyway. I needed you to help I ^he looked ai her captain with half
me cheer up It’s such a horrod day, I parted lips and all her soul yearning
Oh, yes and we’re going to have tarts * to waft Its message from her eyes,
for dinner Yes. 1 know you’d be sorry. I And then she moaned at the hurt of
Next time ? Well, nmybe. You. see I’m ' it all: "Oh, must 1 tell?
and that other
in barm to th«
"Grace means everything to those
who would attain beauty, and grace Is
a talent which is given to every one
alike. It remains with ttio individual
to develop that talent or to smother
it in the dreadful toils of what fash
ion decrees It is time for every girl
to be awake and on her guard lest ahe
be deprived of her liberty. Don’t for
get about the parable of the man with
the ten talents, girls, you have tho
gift “f grace within your grasp, you
poetry of motion for tu*
making them, and
"Of course I can cook. Please don’t
jolly. Oh. no you won't, c'ou’ll be too
busy to miss even the tarts."
"The tarts, perhaps, not you" the
words sang across the wire. and l sat j
"Not a word—unless you want to,"
expostulated the captain.
The Father spoke in encouragement:
"I know him, my dear! It’s best to
tell him.”
Aflne moistened her dry lips. When
down on the stairs In the dark and re- I t j le n ps 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 J from them and the motive power for
even in the rush of an accident case, a ll-reveaUiig words threatens to fail,
and the deepening of his voice when he j gh e tried to control herself. "I-
said those last words my face burned.
.. . , Mary was speaking t
Kentucky|
Sure an’ Miss Peggy, why
i run upstairs and let me take
A teacher in a
considerately dec
cific) had a grea
make a boy in hi
point in his lessoi
be succeeded, an>
breath, remarked
If it wasn’t for me you would
the greatest donkey in this town ”
certain town <w -
le to be mote spe-
deal of trouble to
class understand a
Finally, however,
drawing a long
tarts? Who’s t
. child?”
I said decidedly
do it my own >
I’ll know just bow
Dr Mammon
The tn k!«
flew upstairs
Dean: i
ry busy,
nrer "
Why ?
e like
go am
>urse.
"My dear girl." protested the captain.
How shall a man endure while the
woman he loves is made to torture
herself?
The girl sank into a chair and gazed
the de- hopelessly into the future she had pre-
The l >arei * f° r herself.
I Time and the tides of life seemed held
J in the moment from the flood to ebb.
Aline prepared to see even the gift of
forbidden love go out from her life.
iVrhaps it was only a second before
she spoke—but her soul grew to wom
anhood in that flash across the face
of eternity.
"I killed him." breathed Aline Gra
ham. /
For a moment she sank forward
against the table. Then she rose and
tottered to Father Shannon, and hold
ing out her hands to him stood wfclh
bowed head waiting the verdict.
In haste—as if defending her from
right to be a nurse, l’eggy." I scolded ! h, ’ r v -’ rJ *»*■■«. l * rr >' Holbrook voiced
Nt vereb as 1 pulled out the smoking > his ultimate faith, and trust
i>.-*st-> fr<-!u fven. • but it strikes j "She defended herself Why Alina,
me i it you'd bettei >► irn tt» be a go. d i don't let it drive the color from your
t ook first." But ! felt a whole lot bet- I cheek
t.t when la ghing at my .1 *- | vu.a - d beyond all human believing.
> i• \- d god-natur *dly. "Sure j Mine came back toward Holbrook and
M -j 1 g.:y. >ou never kr->w your » gu/.ed up at his strong, tender face,
lu.k t«\t time you’ll b* ha\ d better! "\nd fhe> t’rnk YOU did it!"
I \ v, yo> . iarts t «o Mar> <* a I urrv wav* < i aw.*y as if this were
und 1 put my fingers up over my eyes
and wondered what had come over me.
Just thn. 1 wanted to be a nures more
than anything else In the world, because
1 wanted to be where be was. Then 1
allowed myself to dwell upon
lights of being a hospital nurse
fascinating smell of the place, the rest-
lesness and rush of It all. And then us
it all came back let me that aftrnoon |
when l had first met him. the shine or |
his haul under the electric l'ght and the ;
funny little impulse I had to rumple it I
up. I smiled and thought it a good j
thing that men do not always know
what we women are thinking about.
IVgg> dear, you are elarning. every day
you know ,\ little more, and yet you’re
a little frightened you might as well
fess up. t hings ate so very, very :
strange, and you don’t know yourself
11 as you tnought you did. do you?”
gg>. Miss Peggy
"No. Mafy. I I
f Next time I " M!ss 1’oggy. Miss Peggy." cam*
I Mary's stentorian tones from the klt-
a! ‘ ! • A1< * • net;, "your tarts are hornin', sure, miss,
just loves tarts." , you’d better be tendin’ to them "
if the telephone, ami ij And 1 flew to the rscue "It’s all
"Oh. no, they don’t think that—but
they think—I KNOW.”
"And you did know.” The Father
rpoke 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 sifocco 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. She lived
her pitiful defense aloud.
“I never meant to kill him. He
took hold of my arms I 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 heart.’’ cried Holbrook.
The girl turned ttC 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 1 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—I lived over
and over again the disgrace of it—if
there bad been anything—to take—I’d
have killed myself—too.” I dressed, and
c»-ept down again- and listened-at the
doors in my father’s house—and then I
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 tho refuge of tile
priest's strong clasp.
"He will go through all of it with
me—the jail—the trial—the d**grace.”
And now' her strength deserted her—
like a reed in a bitter wind from the
north she swayed, racked by the chill
blast of her own straining emotions.
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
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 tier agonized thought.
The Captain’s tone held all the quiet
certainty and soothing balm his strengtL
could Impart to words.
"There will be 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 arms. "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 me. 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 be 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 stem reality too great
for Us untried strength. But he only
held out his hand with the pin in his
palm.
"I thought you’d want it. he said, in
a matter-of-fact tone.
Aline lokoed at this worker of mira
cle* "Oh, you woiaierful friend.” she
said.
Then she turned in bewilderment to
Father Shannon, with her mother's
Jewel in ner hand.
“Is it very wicked to thirl of escape
to think of keeping silent ?
i To Be Continued To morrow.
This evening
gown is made
over a slip, cut on
the hips, of pis-
J 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 .ire
finished at the
end In three
points that are
edged with let
beads. This tu
nic is gathered
very full at the
waistline, and is
trimmed in ‘.lie
back with an lm-
m e n s e buttfnly
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.
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, which is knotted
j in the middle from by two small points. T^ie crossed
j yoke is of plain white net. A tunic of vanilla satin is
slightly draped on the right side with three sma'.
plaits. The skirt is very plain, fashioned after t'n
rounded style. i t is made of rose-colored silk mus’d/'
machine plaited, and finished at the hem with a nar
row silk fringe. — OLIVETTE.
Do You Know That
The French police have arrested an
old thief, known as "Father No. '.”
who never entered a tobacconist's
shop without taking at least twenty
cigars*. He stole daily an average of
300 cigars of the best quality, and a
woman who worked with him put
them into boxes and sold them to
restaurant keepers at a greatly re
duced price. ,
In Berlin the firemen wear water
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 «>f
the helmet and flows down over tho
firemen like a cascade, protecting him
doubly.
James* Smith Woodhouse. of Birs *.
Aberdeen, who is 85 years of age, is
still living in the same house hi
which he was born, and sleeps on
the same oak bedstead on which ne
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 of-
j fenses in connection with the suffra,-
| gist agitation. The figures for 1912
j were 238 women and two men.
Upward of GSO tons of soot fall an
nually on each square mile of the
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 j
of cardboard. The sound is sweet ■
and powerful.
Human hair takes the fifth place in !
China’s list of exports, during the j
year over $60,000 worth of hair hav- }
mg been distributed to countries ai!
over the world.
A mine, now said to be exceedingly i
riqh. was *old by its native African j
owner for a pair of rou??rs and a ,
cricket cap.
tooing idea ever carried out was tha:
of a coachman who, at the time of
the Dreyfus trial, had his body and
legs covered with no fewer than 12u
illustrations of the case, including
portraits of the leading personages.
The work occupied nearly two years.
A meeting has just taken i>lace at
Bucharest of a Congress of Unappre
ciated Inventors. A certain numbei
of mechanical geniuses, lacking lh*:
funds to carry out their ideas, met to
discuss the means of remedying this
want. The members of the congress
included a cmjemist who knows how
to produce diamonds, a shoemaker
who can manimcturer boots in which
to walk comfortably on the surface ot
the deepest waters, and a sign painter
who has discovered a color which
Tenders aeroplanes invisible at a dis
tance of eighty meters from the
ground. •
Ke Found Out.
"Do you think your father xvoulf
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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