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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 ^TT A YWjT a A /^=rj yrvxTIC fNovtlired by> r /j 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. Serial rights held and copyrighted by 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. Perhaps the most extraordinary tat -1 CHRISTMAS HOLIDiY FARES VIA SOUTHERN RAIM/AY TO ALL POINTS IN ALABAMA, FLORIDA, GEORGIAJCENTUCKY, NORTH AND SOUTH CAROLINA TENNES SEE, VIRGINIA, WASHINGTOi D. C, AND CINCINNATI, OHIO Ticket, on sale December 17 to 25 and 31. ^3, January 1, 1914. Good to return until midnight, January 6. li>. ’ 7 ALSO TO MANY POINTS IN Arkansas, Illinois, Iowa, Minnesota, M S ouri, Nebraska, Oklahoma, S. Dakota, Texas, VVconsin. Ticket* sold December 20, 21. 22. 1913. Return limit amjary ig, 1914. Call on any Southern Railway Agent for compljk informa tion as to rates, routes, schedules, etc. CITY TICKET OFFICE, 1 Peaciiires Si.,Atlanta