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© © © Charily Thai Begins al Home Often Gets Cold Feet * 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- <• <■ B ■ (Novelized hy> . -/• " (From the play by George Scar- I borough, now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) 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." 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, safeiy, surely relieved by FILLS Sold everywhere. In boxes. 10c., 26c. No picture is bun? on Hu- w the L- ’ivre in Par . until tv n after the death of tuc artist. 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