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It Is Easier to Learn to Endure Lhan to Learn to Love a T1TM1F A Nlikrr THE CONQUEROR ~ A(lvantagr(,f ^ Tnn jjlg ^ Beauty C&* A Delightful Talk with Elsie Ferguson By CONSTANCE CLARKE. w 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. OO ooo ooo 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. OOO ooo ooo 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. OOO ooo ooo 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. M 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 “T c 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 OOO ooo ooo 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. OOO ooo ooo 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. OOO ooo ooo 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. Cbeek-Neal Coffee Co. Nashville Houston Jacksonville j 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 When using lemon for flavoring, • nd you only need half of ona, put the other half on • plate and cover with a glass tumbler. This excludes the air and prevents the lemon from getting mouldy. Another simple rem edy Is to smear the cut lemon over with the white or yolk of an egg, aqd place on a shelf to dry. lemone treated this way can be kept a long time If screws, gat* fittings, the sides of bedsteads or anything else of the kind become tightly fixed and cannot be moved, the following method will generally be found to loosen them. Pour a little ©il on the tight parts, and then hold a lighted candle under neath until It Is warm You will then find that It is easy to separate or un screw the fixed parts. When custards are wanted In a hurry It ia often difficult to serve in a glass dish. To prevent this mak« the custard in the ordinary way; turn the glass dish for a few minutes over a basin of boiling water to steam. The custard can be safely poured in without the risk of breaking the dish. To cure soreness which ©ocuri at the sides of the nose where the glaasei press, ta ke some methylated spirit and dab on the affeoted parts once or twice a day. and then dust over with a little borate powder or starch. This will harden the skin and keep it from get ting sore To make linen easier to write on when marking It, dip the piece to be marked in cold starch, and the pen will write without scratching. To clear beetles out of cupboa-da and larders sprinkle a little benzine over the boa ids and it will kill the eggs as well as the insects. 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. 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