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It Is Easier to Learn to Endure Lhan to Learn to Love
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THE CONQUEROR ~ A(lvantagr(,f ^ Tnn jjlg ^ Beauty
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A Delightful Talk with Elsie Ferguson
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
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R watched by the side of a tired soul
In the darkest hour of night;
And we prayed that a respite, swift and sure
Might come with the morning’s light.
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And the throbbing black of the darkest hour
Was cut by a struggling breath; ,
And Life seemed cruel as it lingered there,
When we prayed for the touch of;Death.
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And Death reached low with his kindly hand
For the Life that must quickly cease;
And, tired, we bowed at his chilly feet
And prayed for a swift release.
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Then dawn burst forth in a flame of rose.
That oyer the pillow crept;
And Death drew back with the shades of night;
For behold, the sufferer slept.
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Circumstances Alter Cases
I S o;.MUl;LUi.VN' lay very ill In bed. and was not
xpectfed to live All the members of the family
ve re called to her bedside. They stood round,
looking mournful and taking a sly Inventory of the
furniture
’Mike, said the old mother, •'you'll remember to give
that dresser to Bridget?"
I will that, I’ll remember, sure. Faith, what a mem-
ery ahe has!”
'How ginereus she is, the dear creature," murmured
' ridget, weeping, and wondering what else she was go
ing to get.
"She is, indado,“ said the rest of the family.
"And. Mike, there’s the horse for Tim; don’t forget
the horse for Tim."
No. mother; aye, isn't it wonderful now? Conscious
and raysonable to the last!”
"And mind you give my goold watch to Pat. Mike;
l've wound it up for him. and it’s kaping good time.
And there’s tho pig for you. Mike, and the ©ow for
KatMeen, and the chest of drawers for Larry”—
Aye, it’s marvelous indade Her memory is perfect
to the end She doesn’t forget one single thing!”
"<And, Mike, remember Donovan, the grocer, arjd pay
h»rn e fii teen d«H*t ty ©we him."
' 1’on't listen to h-er! Don’t listen to her!’’ yelled the
family "She’s raving! She's raving!"
"Make the most of your charms.”
By MAUDE MILLER.
“She can make herself irresistible.’
“! favor a
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tO-DAY marks the advent of 1
the tall a^d slender maiden.
All things combine in the
adorning of her beauty, the present
mode id instrumental in enhancing her
charms, and so my message is one
for her alone," says Miss Elsie Fer
guson. who is playing in The
Strange Woman.'
Miss Ferguson is tall herself and
very slender. She wears her goitlen
hair drawn softly back and caught
loosely, so that it waves entrancing!’,
over her ears and droops low againsi
the nape of her neck. She smiled at
me quizzically us she talked, and he
ideas seemed to fit in perfectly with
her looks and her surroundings.
"The tall, slim young i^rson. who
gives one the impression of a strong
slender tree, has. in the first place, a
great many advantages over her
shorter sister. Both long and short
lines are becoming to her; she may
wear dresses with stripes running
l' ngthwise'j/Or .iinpjjtyd, whichever she
pieases. arffl"they will always be be
coming. That is, unless she is too
tall, and then, of course, stripes must
be used with discretion. There is
such a thing as exaggeration, which
can always b« defected no matter
how modified.
A FAIRYLAND.
"The tall girl hag a perfect Fairy
land at her finger tips and she can
make herself positively irresistible if
she is careful about choosing the
right kind of gown. She must ac
cept for her motto, "Nature may be
aided, but not contradicted," and no
matter what she may decide upon
she must be careful of her color
schemes. I myself am in favor of a
one-toned color scheme. That Is,
having the hair, complexion and
gown match in tone if nut color.
I-#earn to blend colors perfectly, or to
contrast them with the eye of a con
noisseur Only a practised eye can
use contrasted colors properly, so
perhaps ii would be wise to stick to
the blending process
"The tall girl may have all the
draperies and frills that she wants.
She may wear the daring minaret
eostumrf without fear of making the
hips seem too large. It will but
enhance the fragility of her appear
ance. particularly if she has her
skirt long and seemingly intricate
around the feet. Often this appear
ance of Involved dressmaking corner
without any effort, although it seems
most Parisian and impossible to at
tain when seen on other people
part of her and frills are always
adorably feminine and bew’ltching
One is sure to Imagine all kinds of
faint, alluring perfumes hidden In
their lacy softness
"Now that scarfs are so much In
vogue, let the slender maiden use them
profusely in her costume. Have the
scarf match the CO'S tU mg, or *lgft have
if fashioned of some contrasting color,
but have it soft and very sheer Chif
fon trimmed with fur makes the most
w r onderful scarf, and now it is quite
permissible to use scarfs at all times
of the day and with any kind of a
gown ^
IIF.H ADVANTAGE.
"This is surely the era of the tall
girl I wonder if she 1* making the
BENCHES
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
T HERE arn benches, solemn benches, where the
Judges sit In pride,
Sending counttess men to prison. (Goodness
must be satisfied).
There ere benches built for children bent on many a
school-day lark.
But the benches most appealing are the benches in ths
park
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Did you ever stop a moment on your happy morning
walk
For a little conversation with some man ashamed to
talk?
If you want to know life’s meaning, all Its secrets weird
and dark,
Tou can go and do your gleaning on the benches tn
the park.
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Here a boy who came to conquer when his life was In
Its morn.
Beaten by the roaring city with Its heartlessness and
scorn;
There an old and feeble outcast with no wish to guido
his barque—
Neither knowing any solace save the benches In the
park.
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Misdirected brains are plenty In these pitiful retreats;
Shattered hopes and battered prospects float like spectres
o’er the seats.
There’s a man who needs our friendship—he who did not
make his mark.
Did you ever stop to visit on the benches in the park?
i ’’The
slender girl
may
wear as
best of her opportunities. Rhs must
j • Let
It Go at
That ^
many
soft drifting
frills
at her
have the fact borne In upon her con-t
v:
i
throat
as she likes.
Frills
seem a
stantly when she sees how utterljMm- |
a LADY who Is a
district visitor became much Inter-
possible It Is for tne short maiden to \
appear fashionably aowned tn some
of to-day's models. Unless she Is !
falryllke in proportion almost every- j
IA ested in a very poor, but apparently respectable,
i * Irish family r.amed Curran living on the top floor
>f a great building In a slum district of her parish.
Kvery time she visited the Currans she was annoyed
thing will combine to make her look ,h e staring and the whispering of the other women
first overdressed ami fussy, then fat ij v mg in the building One day she said to Mrs. Curran:
and dumpy. The short girt mu be "Your neighbors seem very curious to know who and
what I am, and the nature of my buslnees with you."
"They do." acquiesced Mri. Ourran.
"Do they ask you about It?”
"tndaxie they do, ma'am."
And do you tell them?”
"Faith, thtn, Ol do not."
"What do you tell them?"
"Ol just tell thlm," was the calm reply. **thwt ye art
satisfied with straight lines with little
or no accessories. At any rate, not
any of the dear, delightful feminine
fripperies, such as tulle boas or loose
waists with very wide girdles, ran
ever be hers if she would be modish.
"So. you people of the tall and slen-
q variety, don’t miss the opportunity
of making the most of your charms
That would be a dreadful state of af
fairs to look hack upon afterward. dressmaker, an' let it go at that"
don’t you think so""
S How to Propose S
BEATRICE FAIRFAX’S IDEA
Bv BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
r* v moM merciful dispensation
Q of tne little God of Love, who
all our hearts from going
"uiiurely into cold storage, there
n.. j.uegc ribe.d methods for pro-
j •*isr»i« fnarriuge
om a prfcbWfi whose solution
|'<!r on a knowledge of weights
«")U measures. "Will you marry me?”
n ° l a Question that requires deep
] or« to propound.
^ man loves a woman. He mnnot
when love began, so softly did
mesnunjei* take possession of his
° art He only knows that he loves.
*■■>0 it seems to him. dazed by the
R! “ ! mlr; ole. that his love had no
He is sure that >t has
Si,. l s i.'yat. if ‘will
know no end.
Ho wants tj take possession of. the
Uoman loves, and he finds neither
moonlight, nor rustic bower, nor
— ‘ > doll, nor .a boat, ripr a seat that
< only tw->, necessary to put his
1 nd ' dysi res i u.to w oj?ds « A
,,u ' a! independent of envirjn-
" ru A man may propose* marriage
a ; owded street in the glare of
° ™ l dnoon sun, and the music of his
(m °^ s 18 a * sweet, and the love-light
eyes is as warm, as if he had
— np stage with all the romantic
K "* nerv demanded by fiction.
1 HK IMPORTANT thing.
1 tie time, the scenery, the language
ne rises, if alone with her or in ft
'wd none of this is important. The
Among the worst foes of the memory
’* ! "" much food, too much physical
■ •V’C-ri ise. and. strangely enough. too
•fiuch education.
Maxwell Hou»e
Blend Tea in
vites compari
son with all oth
er kinds. Its
rich ’full flavor
and tempting
fragrance set a
newstandardof
tea quality.
‘♦•lb.. ♦ lb. and 1-lb. Air
Tij?ht CaniFterm.
your grocer for it.
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Nashville Houston
Jacksonville
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important thing Is that he -means
what he says and the saying is not a
habit. .
The man who proposes easily and
gracefully: who is glib at this most
holy of declarations, has told too
many women he loves them, to be
trusted. It is a situation when man
ner means more than words. It is
not necessary that he say much. But,
oh, may a merciful heaven protect the
girl If he doesn’t mean the little he
says! •
Jt is neither eloquence, nor fervor,
nor grace of speech or manner that
mattejrs. AH that . matters is Sin
cerity Juit one little word Sin
cerity! Not a sincerity he thinks he
feels, but one that he KNOWS he
feels, and that he Knows he will feel
so long as life lasts.
If there are those who must have
a prescribed form, making of love a
matter so light it admits of rehearsal,
let them read what the immortal'
Pickw'ick advised hjs friend Magnus, i
After telling Magnus he must com
mend the lady S" worthiness, deploie
his own unwor;thiness. aad expatiate
on the warmth of his love, he advised
him to seize her hand.
"You should then,” continued Mr
Pickwick, "oome to the plain and
simple question, 'Will you have me?’
I think I am Justified in assuming
that, upon this, she would turn her
ihead "
"You think that may be taken for
granted," said Mr. Magr\us, "because,
if she did not do that at the right
place, It would be embarrassing.’
MR. PICKWICK’S ADVICE.
“I think she would," said Mr. Pick
wick "Upon this, sir, I should
squeeze her hand, and I think—I
THINK, Mr Magnus—that after I
had done that, supposing there was
no refusal, i should gently draw
away the handkerchief that my slight
knowledge of human nature leads me
to suppose the lady would be apply
ing to her eyes at the moment, and
steal a respectful kiss. I think I
| should kiss her. Mr. Magnus, and at
this particular point, I am decidedly
if opinion that if the lady were
going to take me at all, she would
murmur Into my ears a bashful ac-
eptance.”
If the methods advised by Dickens
are too old-fashioned. a book thrown
on the mercies of the public last
month gives a more modern form.
John Hodder, the hero of "On the
inside of the Cup," a minister, and
poor, loves the daughter of his most
wealthy parishioner. They go for a
walk in the woods.
“ For she had put her own
hand out. not shyly, but with a move
ment so natural it was but the crown
ing bestowal.
•‘Allison!’’ he cried. *T can’t ask
it of you. I have no right.”
You are not asking It,” she
answered. "It is I who am asking
* The girl proposed
But what matters, who, or when,
r.r how. or what, so that the WHY
is all -ritfht.
BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
i From iic j da j by 1 »eui
borough, now In mg presented at the
Thirty-ninth Strt ’t Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“Get it yourself."
The Chief took one quick stride that
brought him a foot from the door.
“The plate is here, however," re
marked Holbrook, with no sign of un
due haste.
in a little flash of understanding
Father Shannon was aware t^at.
world traveler hud surely witnessed bull
lights in far-away Spain. When the
bull is sufficiently blinded by rage—
when he has baited past making full
use of his own dangerous strength, the
ppny toreador dares match his wiles
against the massive thing of powerful
thews and sinews and danger-dealing
strength. Fa I her Shannon smiled at his
own fancy There was something slim
and picturesque about this Irish lad—
and Dempster had entered with a bull’s
very rush! Now the Chief paused, shook,
his head and fairly seemed to paw the
ground in baffled rage at the futility
of his first onslaught. The Father
smiled—but tears were very near his
eyes. ’He saw again in memory the
burning building out in Manila—he felt
dimly through the haze the strength of
the arms that had carried him from
the strangling pall of black smoke. A
friend indeed was I^arry Holbrook—and
a thick black pall hung over the girl
beyond the door. a..- 1
Twice Baffled.
"The plate is here- where?’’ demand
ed Dempster.
Larry picked bp the iron poker from
his hearth and tapped on the brick
floor of the. grate. "These ure the
pieces.”
"Destroyed yellowed v >empater
"Yes. sir, said the Captain, contem
plating a neat ring of smoke he had*
just managed to blow #
“You feared to have it developed.,
Captain Holbrook'.’’ asked the interro'-
gator. sternly.
“Oh, no. sir f developed jt all right,”
remarked the interrogated, with engag
ing candor.
“And then destroyed it?" _ . .,.
Holbrook's pleasantness was imper
turbable. But It enraged the bull.
•’That was the order of the two
events " He flicked the ash from
his cigarette, tpok a final puff and then
threw it into the embers of his fire.
“Good tobacco, gentlemen Sure you
don’t want to experience a change of
heart," he remarked, drawing his case
out. with a hospitable flourish, as if this
early morning call portended only dis
interested sociability.
“No!" thundered Dempster. “\J(hor/Y
is the cash-box containing letters?”
“On the mantelpiece Behind me here.
If you weren't st professional detective.
Bub, you d have seen it when you came
■*'“
'in.”, said mine host, -with unruffled
friendliness.
He wondered within himself if even a
professional detective could see beyond
his elaborately casual manner. Hol
brook hiniself had seen a mother bird
fluttering a trailing wing in a direction
that led far away from her nest and
then at last flying off on lofty pinions,
with the ruffled | wing widespread and
unbroken! But his Irish confidence pre
vailed. “Bob was a professional detec
tive!“ thought our Larry
But the accent belonged on the last
word of that sentence.
The Chief took the box. '
"Broken open.” he said, grimly.
"Yes. sir." said the culprit, confess
ing thy obvious.
- "The lotuses?” asked the Chi^ef.
"Same funeral pyre.’ said Holbrook,
indicating his hearthstone.
The Charge.
The Chief turned to the District At
torney—the majesty of the law must
appeal to this lovable rapscallion,
thought Father Shannon, smiling at
Larry s acrobatics.
“You know' the seriousnes of those
acts. Captain Holbrook?" asked Gordon
Graham.
"Is it serious, sir”'
“In this murder you become an ac
cessory after the fact,” answered Gra
ham.
"I had no wish to do that, gentle
men," said Holbrook—serious for a mo
ment. The trail led now straight to
• him. The law had one quarry surely
this was enough for to-night—his little
lady was safe. Holbrook laughed In
sheer relief.
But that night of horror had just be-
gun.
"What were you trying to do, make
a monkey of me?" asked Dempster.
After all he. too. felt friendship for
this wild Irishman
"No, Bob. There's no man In Wash
ington I respect more than I do you,”
replied Holbrook, with simple liking
The man before him was an unsw'erv
Ing soldier performing his duty.
"Material evidence in a case on which
I've been detailed you take and de
stroy," said the' Chl^f, jn slow spec
ulation.
"You’re on a salary, aren’t you? Chief
of the Secret Service?"
"What of it?"
"I LIVE BY MY WITS! ' Holbrook
swung to a seat on the table and al-
k*wed himself the luxury of another
cigarette.
"What do you mean by that?" asked
the Chief
"This'll be a great sensation, won’t
it?”
"Weir"
"Well—I've got something to sell,
haven’t I? Who’ll pay me most for the
story?"
The Chief turned to Graham again.
“ ’Twon't do, Holbrook," said the Dis
trust Attorney of the United Spates.
"Why not?" queried the Captain,
swinging one foot at ease and dr?voting
his most earnest attention again to mi
lady Nicotine- w'hen all the while it
was for another lady he fought.
HOUSEHOLD SUGGESTIONS
"As a news matter you’d have saved
your evidence," said Graham with quiet
conviction.
Larry threw up his head with a laugh,
arid the quizzical eyebrows lifted, too,
in enjoyment of this bit of conver
sational philandering. ,
“So you could-' seize it and be giving
it to all the pa perk? Oh, no, I think
not. I wouldn't do that, now, would I?"
"I’ve got to arrest you, Captain Hol-
broow,’’ said Chief Dempster.
“I’m sorry.” Holbrook threw away
his cigarette and rose to attention like
the soldier he was.
There was a moment <>f quiet of
waiting.
"What charge?" asked Holbrook
’Tve just told you the charge, an
swered Graham, impatiently.
Holbrook walked over to the tire-
place and contemplated the smoldering
ruins there. Then he spoke as genially
as If he. wVro discussing some purely
extraneous matter, instead of his own
arrest on a criminal charge.
” ’Twon’t hold. One tin box, value
50 cents t »ne plate and platc-holder,
say a dollar He shrugged hifc
shoulders ns tl settling the,, whole airy
trifle. “Oh, petty larceny at the out
side:"
“Get your hat and coat and come with
me," said the Chief, in a tone of au
thority
Holbrook swung around on his heel
and faced the men who were preparing
to arrest him.
"This isn’t friendly, gentlemen.
Neither of you men thinks in his heart
that I had a hand in that killing—IF
IT ,IS A KILLING and you want to
humiliate me by a night in the sta
tion."
“What of my humiliation by the loss
of this evidence'?’, asked Dempster.
• My word of honor. Bob r NEVER
THOUGHT OF YOU."
Father Shannon felt that the time
had come for him to forsake ids posi
tion as mere onlooker. ^
"I’m sure that's so. Chief, and Mr.
Graham, a man of Captain Holbrook's
prominence " he began.
But the Chief did not consider this a
moment for stopping to pay respect ‘to
the cloth.
He turned to the Captain puzzled-
wise; “You could put the department
on tp 1he guiRy parly in this murder,"
he declared.
The * 'aplain answ ered him w ith quiet
and earnest conviction
His Reason Why.
"I don't think there’s been a ‘guilty’
party. Chief.’* • •
"You called at Flagg’s home yourself,”
Interposed Graham
"I'did, sir, quite openly ’ Holbrook
waa grim arid serious now The thought
of this monster of evil- this poison spi
der-drove him *out into the open of
serious fray. And the weapons here
were not fine foils, to be handled with
quick eye. and dexterous wrist. Here
the fight was with heavy, naked
swonjs.
’Why?" asked Graham, curtly.
“Flagg whs a h'-i -kmaller the dread
ed and feared ©t society, i called in
the Interest of a friend—one—one of his
many victims."
“Deuoedly shabby of you, Holbrook,
to play such a trick on me,” said the
Chief, with his mind still on the dc
struction of “material evidence."
"Never thought of you. Bob—I do as
sure you of that. Just selfishly intent
on my own business But I'll report
anywhere any time you gentlemen say.
| Why. Mr. Graham, stop and think a
moment the papers had me about to ,
marry your daughter—and they will
play that up in the rotten story if I am
! arrested—the girl's name why drag
me intq this Flagg case—until you have
to? When you need me I will bo i
ready.’*
“I trusted you In that room,” went on i
Dempster as If he had never been In
terrupted In his personal train of ,
thought.
l*arry sighed a bit. He spread his'
hands out In a little gesture of impa
tience—slid them from hips to pockets. I
and tipping back on his heels gazed I
speculatively at Dempster the deter- '
mined. This gentleman was surely the
moat difficult person to blarney that
the Iiit-li soldier of fortune had ever
encountered and there had been Da-
homcly chiefs and Moro warriors! But
always before only his own life or an
abstract cause at stake for this "per
petual member of the minority” to win
arid now a girl’s name and good fame
and life Itself depended on his gift of
words.
"J 1 trusted you In that room,” said
Dempster with the sullen anger of a
man wbo feels that he has been out
witted.
"You did—f—’’ agreed our 1/lshman,
“but we were rivals on • the Job, not
partners. Why, I trusted you that far!
But you’re both get)tlejn6n. Well—per
haps I’m one take my parole. I will
not leave this room without phoning |
you both of you ar.d Til only go
where you tell me I may go.”
Holbrook drew himself up. He was
a soldier offering parole to his su
perior officers. There could be no ques
tioning the absolute seriousness of the
situation and the man's honesty of
purpose.
“And niy word that he means that
parole, Robert,” added Father Shan
non. quietly.
There was a moment s hesitation.
Chief Dempster, feeling that this visit
had led him through a tangled maze
nowhere, walked over to the door and
stood there surveying the room and
Its occupants In deep puzzlement Did
he suspect that Holbrook was fight
ing for his freedom because of some
purpose? Could he sense some mystery
behind the door to which his attention
had been so carelessly directed and
from which It had been so elaborately
turned ?
To Be Continued To-morrow.
While on the Pacific
Coast read the
San Francisco Examiner
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Pour a little ©il on the tight parts,
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When custards are wanted In a
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Having a Re3t.
“Well, Bill,", said thp temporarily
retired burglar to p?l. "there’s one
thing we oughter he ’thankful fori
here”
“What's that?” said Bill.
"We ain’t bothered much dodgin'
motors or worryln’ over the high cost
o’ iivln’ ”
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603 Cherry Street 4th Nat'l Bank Bldg.
Macon, Ga. Atlanta, Ga.
OR AT THE STATION