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What Dame Fashion Is Offering
Attractive Styles Described by Olivette
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
AT BAY
Charity That Begins at Home Often Gets Cold Feet
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Beauty Secrets of Beautiful Women
Florence Moore Discusses the Wrinkle Problem
By MAUDE MILLER
,FI h» ar so much shout
beauty and what constitutes
It. Whether the beautiful
f!rl la the girl with perfect feature*
or the girl who possesses a clean and
healthy mind. But I maintain that
no girl, no matter how perfect a» to
facial characteristic*, 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 disrruoted with
tli 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 spoil-
'//•y.jd
Miss Florence Moore and Her Smile.
j "he is fo
I a venue In an
will he lrrevo
ed to mint
expensive gown
ably ruined if si
ponded anu therefore lowered vitality
ensue? But the active girl is not
necessarily energetic, she is not work-
i ing off an attack of surplus nerves,
she Is simply naturally active and
needs unlimited spat e to move ahout
in, Just a.<« a flower needs the weeds
removed about It before it can grow'
ong Fifth ' properly. Otherwise the sensitive |
oh . temperament of the growing girl will^
ever the grace which ought to
be second nature to every sensiule
g:rl who expresses her ideas in her | w ill he Irrevocably ruined if she hap- j find an outlet for its natural activity
movements with the freedom and pens to take one step a little longer , in some other way, and that other
liberty of a young animil But still than the ordinary artificial gait that way always results in harm to the
rhe has been forced to adopt. And so ; individual.
there is constant worry, constant "Grace means everything to those
*car of accidents in which you would 1 who would attain beauty, and grace is
he powerless to help yourself, u con- a talent which Is given to every one
stnnt deepening if ever so little of alike. It remains with the Individual
worry lines, which have come to stay, to develop that talent or t-o smother
and which are developing into genu- j it in the dreadful tolls of wh&t fash-
inkles Just as fast a* they
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 side pleatings. In cunningly
devised draperies ami other things
from the clever brains of those who
would make us fashionable. But the
cfrt I* still with us.
would have proper line* w r e
t» tne narrow skirt, and the
narrower the skirt at the bottom, the
more ti ul ehic md remarkable lor
daring originality is our tusiume.
'The narrow skirt has come to stay.'
We hear the words on all sides, but
let me tell you something else that
is coining in the wake of the narrow'
fcklrL \\ rinkles. How can a woman
Maintain a happy expression when
perhaps, you defenders
>vv skirt w ill say that If it
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
to make anything habitual. | gift of grat e within your grasp, you
w ' 1 ' ru ’ l ' ie narrow frklrt'.' Why may base poetry of motion for the
should unnecessary energy be ex- | 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 the nearest florUt,
some miles distant, to make u wreath.
The ribbon should be extra wide, wun
the Inscription. Host in Peace,” >n
Both sales, and if there was room, "We
ahull meet in Heaven."
The florist was awa>. and his n v
assistant handled the job. It was .1
startling floral piece which turned up
at the funeral. The ribbon was extra
wide and bore the inscription. "Rest a
peace on both sides, and if there ’a
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 clo** ig
speech of yours at the opening <*f *he
ease."
"I don't sec how that would have
improved matters.” said tin* advocate.
"it would, though,” * xplained his
client. "Then the jur> would have
been asleep when the evident e cane,
on and I'd have stood some chance.”
• • •
t» minister was
visit to Kentucky
He had to spend
:mall town,
make
A Massachuse
making his first
several years ago
the night in a
feuds and moonshine stills abounded
Engaging in conversation with one
of the natives, he said:
"My friend, this a very bibulous
State. I hear."
”I>or," replied the man "there
bam': 25 Bibles in all Kentucky.”
II. Is that the way
them, Mary?”
"burn an’ Miss Peggy, how
did you think you’d be inakin’ 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
I hilarious laughter, and as l patted and
J pinched the crust lor the tarts. 1 de
cided that It must be harder to bt* a
cook than a nursa.
"You put the jelly in afterwords."
said Mary, as she shoved the pan into
the oven. And 1. full of pride that I
was doing my first bit of baking for
ur. 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 l
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,
I and that book that had just come up
from the library. I tugged absently at
my apron, ami then with my thoughts
still fur away I 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 1 said decidedly: "No, Mary, 1
must do it my own self. Next time
I'll know just how it’s all done, and
1 >r. Hammond just loves tarts "
of the telephone, and I
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
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International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLS ENT.
/a LINE was leaning for support
against the greiit library table—
*• Insensate wood aided her to
stand, and the man who would willingly
have supported the worrtan h” loved—
and so trusted—against ail 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 n. 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 this? Can a loving woman
say t<> man she must deny, "Your
j 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?
"1 saw the body," said the Captain
simply.
"Judson Flagg," shuddered Aline.
"The same.”
"Our door-bell rang—it startled me—
1 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 trail body swayed—her
strength was failing her purpose.
‘ Take it gently and sit down, mv
dear. Father, need she torture herself
more?’’
"Hear her out. Captain." replied the
Father in a firm t-ne.
"I went downstair* 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 befhg 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 lior 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, "I have
told you that 1 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 tills man—love him
with .ill the forbidden glory of her
woundeu 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. \ And then she mount'd at the hurt of
Ntxt time? Well, maybe. You see I’m J it all: "Oh, must 1 tell?”
A teacher in a
considerately decli
ciflo had a great
make a boy in hi*
point in hi* lesson
he succeeded, and
breat \ remarked:«
"If it wasn’t for me you would
the greatest donkey in this town.”
certain town (we
tc to be more spe-
deal of trouble to
[•lass understand a
Finally, however,
drawing a long
making them, and
“Of course l can cook. Please don’t J
Jolly. Oh, no you won't, you'll be too j
busy to miss even the tartH."
"The tarts, perhaps, not you" the
words sung across the wire, and I 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."
Aline moistened her dry lips. When
down on the stairs In the dark and re- pp S i, aV e a dreaded office of speech
fleeted He really did want to come. | to perform, blood of life and color flees
•Did ti e thought that he would miss me | f roni them and the motive power for
even in the rush of an accident case. ( ail-revealing words threatens to fail.
and the deepening of his voice when he i ghe tried to control herself. "I ’’
said those last words my face burned.)
and 1 put my lingers up over my eyes
and wondered what had come over me. I
Just thn. 1 wanted to be a nures more
than anything else In the world, because |
1 wanted to be where he was. Then f
allowed myself to dwell upon the de
lights of being a hospital nurse
"My dear girl." protested the captain.
I How shall a man endure while the
• woman he loves is made to torture
herself?
I The girl sank into a chair and gazed
j hopelessly Into the future -she had pre-
The 1 l >are<;1 * or herself.
fascinating smell yf the place, the rest- 1 Tlm0 » nd thu !, ' ies of llfe seetned h ' ,| ‘ I
I in the moment from the flood to ebb.
The tinkle
flew upstair
"Heilo. yes, this is Miss Dean;
Hammond.’ Yes. I’m very busy
expecting company for dinner."
"You’re not coming? Why?
course vou can’t In a case like that.
Why do pe« pie have to go and get
hui t. anyway ? Yes. of course. 1 un
derstand. - ur't you need ipe to help?
1 w ish 1 couk ! .”
"Do y ou really ? Well that helps
lesness and rush of it all. And then as
it all came back to me that aftrnoon j
when l had first met him. the ahine ot
his haid under the electric light and the
funny little impiJse I had to rumple it
up. 1 smiled and thought It a good
thing that men do not always know
what we women are thinking about.
Foggy dear, you are elarnir.g. every day
you i now a little more, and y et you’re
a little frightened, you might a* well
’fess up. Things are so very, very
strange, and you don’t know yourself
as well as you thought you did. do you?”
"Mss l\ggy. Miss Peggy." came
Marys stentorian tones from the kit -
hei you! tarts are buntin’, sure* mis*,
you'd better be tendin' to them "
Aline prepared to see even the gift o?
forbidden love go out from her life.
Perhaps it was only a second before
she spoke but her soul grew to worn
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 with
bowed head waiting the verdict.
In haste as if defending her from
Dr
I’m
And 1 flew to the rscue. "It's all . . , . T ,
right to h.- a nurst- Pewry," I scolded I her very Palest. Larry Holbrook voiced
severely as 1 pulled out the smoking i his ultimate faith and trust
pastry from the even. ' but\ it strikes "She defended herself Why. Alins,
me that you'd better learn to Be a good ! don’t let It drive the color from your
cook first.” But I felt a whole lot bet- j cheek
Amazed beyond a’l human believing.
-Mine came hack toward Holbrook and
saz.ed up at his strong, tender face.
And they think YOU did it!
ter
when
Mary
. laug!
Itirg at mv
dis-
nu»y<
;d far.
1*. sai
d god-
-naturedly. "
Snre
! an*.
Miss I
’♦*gg y
, you
never kr w
your
I luck.
next
time
you’ll
be 1 avit. b
,-tter
j luck
with
your
tarts.
to,. " Mary
id a
natural born philosopher.
“Oh no, they don’t think that—but
they think—I KNOW.”
"And you did know." The Father
spoke the words in slow wonder at the
beauty of sou) he was see’ng 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.
”1— LOVE Yor,” 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 arm* I got one
hand free and struck him. .My blow
had no effect There wai something
In my hand—a paper fide—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 lyinp in a chair pulling the paper
file from his breast."
Her hands battled up to hide Tier 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 IIAD 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 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 hope’^ssly enmeshed in
the spider's web. The spider had been
destroyed—but the silken meshes of lus
gray web remained.
For the Man She Loved.
The girl nodded drearily.
"That’s why I dressed. I thought thef
wefe coming to take me—I lived over
and over again the disgrace of it—if
there had been any*thing—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 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."
j The girl fled to the refuge of t le
priest’s strong clasp.
i "He will go through a!l of it wi:h
1 me—the. jail—the trial—the disgrace.”
1 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
i name dragged in the filthy mire of all
I 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 tho 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 l>e 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
I 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 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
t ter _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 in his
palm.
"I thought you'd want it,” he said, in
a matter-of-fact ton*
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?"
This evening
gown Is mad*
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 an l
gold, and It :§
veiled by the sec
ond tunic of black
taffeta. They arc
finished at the
end !n three
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-
ser'ion of beaded
tulle in green and
gold.
A large dark
red rose gives this
simple garment «-
vivid and effective
touch of color.
\Zd
I 'M IE 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-boldro
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
in the middle Iron c by two small points. The crossed
yoke is of plain white net. A tunic of vanilla satin \b
slightly draped on the right side with three sm:
plaits. The skirt is very plain, fashioned after t
rounded style, i t is made of rose-colored silk musli
machine plaited, and finished af the hem with a nar
row silk fringe. —OLIVETTE.
Do You Know That.
He.Found Out.
“Do you ihink your father would
object to mf seeking your hand?”
"Don’t kn6w. l’rn sure. If he’s any
thing like die he would.”
The French police have arrested an
old thief, known as "Father Noel.”
who never entered a tobacconist’',
shop without taking at least twenty
cigars. He stole daily an average of
I 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 tho 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 of
the helmet and flow’s down over the
firemen like a cascade, protecting him
doubly.
Jame* Smith Woodhouse. of Birs \
Aberdeen, who is 85 years of age, is
still living in the same house In
which he was born, and sleeps on
the same oak bedstead on which n°
first saw the light. He is very ac
tive for his age, and is a keen gar
dener.
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 120
illustrations of the case, including I
portraits of the leading personages.
The work 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 of remedying this
want. The members of the congress
included a chemist who knows how
to produce diamonds, a shoemaker
who can manufacturer boots in w hich
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
gn u:nl.
Don’t Put Off
seeking felief from the illnesses
caused bydefective action of the or
gans of dfeestion. Most serious sick
nesses gd their start in troubles of
the stomch, liver, bowels—troubles
quickly, afely, surely relieved by
BEECHAM’S
PILLS
Sold «reLhtre. In boxes. 10e.. 25c.
Larry wav. a it away as if this were
the merest trifle.
To Be Continued Te-morrow.
. One hundred and thirteen women
and three men were imprisoned dur- I
ing the year 1910 in England for of- I
fenses in connection with the suffra,- 1
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 the
city of London. That is to say. dur
ing one year 75,050 tons fall on the
117 square mile* which form the ad
ministrative county.
A church organ has recently bean
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
China’s list of exports, during the
year over 860.000 worth of hair hav
ing been distributed to countries all
over the world.
A mine, 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 Par:**, until ten years
after the death of the artist.
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