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THE CONQUEROR
The Advantage of the Tall Girl
Beauty
A Delightful Talk with Elsie Ferguson
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
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E 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.
OOO
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And Death reached low with his kindly hand
Tor the Life that must quickly cease.
And, tired, we bowed at his chilly feet
And prayed for a swift release.
OOO
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Then dawn burst forth in a flame of rose.
That over the pillow crept;
And Death drew back with the shades of night;
For behold, the sufferer slept.
Circumstances Alter Cases
M rs. O'MULLIOAN lay very ill In bed, and was not
expected to live. All the members of the family
were called to her bedside. They stood round,
looking mournful and taking a sly Inventory of the
furniture.
"Mike," said tbe old mother, "you’ll remember to give
that dresser to Bridget?"
"I will that. I’ll remember, sure. Faith, what a mem
ory she has"'
How ginerous she Is. the dear creature," murmured
Bridget, weeping, and wondering what else she was go
ing to get.
She Is, indade," 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;
I ve wound It up for him, and It's kaplng good time.
And there's the pig for you. Mike, and the oow for
Kathleen, and the chest of drawers for Garry"-—_
"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, and pay
him the fifteen dollars we owe him.”
"Don't listen to her! Don't listen to her!” yelled the
(amily. "She's raving! She's raving!"
S BENCHES ^
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
HERE arc benches, solemn benches, where the
judges sit in pride.
Sending countless men to prison. (Goodness
must be satisfied).
There are benches built for children bent on many a
school-day lark.
But the benches most appealing are the benches in the
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,
l'ou can go and do your gleaning on the benches In
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 guide
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?
“Make the most of your charms.
By MAUDE MILLER.
“She can make herself irresistible.
1 favor a one-toned color scheme.”
( ( r p <
lO-DAY marks the advent of
the tall and slender maiden.
All things combine In the
• doming of her beauty, the present
mode Is 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 golden
hair drawn softly hack and caught
loosely, so that It waves entraneinglv
over her ears and droops low against
the nape of her neck. She smiled at
me quiz&ically as she talked, and her
Ideas seemed to fit in perfectly with
her looks and her surroundings.
"The tall, slim young person, 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
lengthwise or around, whichever she
pieases, and they will always be be
coming. That is, unless she is too
tall, and then, of course, stripes must
he used with discretion. There is
such a thing as exaggeration, which
can always be detected no matter
how modified.
A FAIRYLAND.
"The tall girl has 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. J myself am in favor of a
one-toned color scheme. That Is,
having the hair, complexion and
gown match in tone if not color.
Bearn to hJend colors perfectly, or to
contrast them with the eye of a con
noisseur Only a practised eye can
use contrasted colors properly, so
perhaps ic would he wise to stick to
the blending process.
"The tall girl may have all the
draperies and frills that ahe wants.
She may wear the daring minaret
costume 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 comes
without any effort, although it seems
most Parisian and impossible to at
tain when seen on other people.
"The slender girl may wear as
many soft drifting frills at her
throat as she likes. Frills seem a
part of hsr and frills are always
adorably feminine and bewitching
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 j
profusely In her costume Have the 1
scarf match the costume, or else have
111 fashioned of some contrasting color,
j hut have It soft and very sheer. Chif-
|fon trimmed with fur makes the most
wonderful scarf, and now it Is quite
permissible to use scarfs at all times
of the day and with any kind of a
gown.
HBR ADVANTAGE.
"This is surely the era of the tall
I girl. I wonder If she is making the
best of her opportunities. She must
have the fact borne In upon her con
stantly when she sees how utterly im
possible it Is for the short maiden to
appear fashionably gowned In some
of to day’s models. Unless she !s
falryllke in proportion almost every
thing will combine to make her look
first overdressed and fussy, then fat
and dumpy. The short girl mu be
satisfied with straight lines with little
or no accessories At any rate, not
any of the deai. delightful feminine
fripperies, such as tulle boas or loose
waists with very wldo girdles, can
ever be hers if she would be modish.
"So, you people of the tall and slen-
rt- variety, don’t miss the opportunity
of making the most of your charms
That would be a dreadful state of af
fairs to look back upon afterward,
don’t you think so?"
Let It Go at That
J
A
LADY who is a district visitor became much inter
ested In a very poor, but apparently respectable,
Irish family r.amed Curran living on the top flo
jf a great building In a alum district of ’her parish.
Every time she visited the Currans she was annoyed
by the staring and the whispering of the other women
living in the building. One day she said to Mr*. Curran:
"Your neighbors seem very curious to know who and
what T sm, and the nature of my business with you.”
“They do." acquiesced Mrs. Curran.
“Do they ask you about It?*’
“Indade they do, ma’am.”
“And do you tell them?”
“Faith, thin, Ol do not.”
“What do you tell them?”
“Ol Just tell thim," was ths calm reply, The* y# are
rne dressmaker, an* let it go at that.”
S How to Propose
BEATRICE FAIRFAX'S IDEA
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
B T a most merciful dispensation
of the little Qod of Love, who
keeps all our hearts from going
prematurely into cold storage, there
* r e no prescribed methods for pro
posing marriage.
H 1* not a problem whose solution
dspends on a knowledge of weights
•nd measures. "Will you marry me?”
15 not ft question that requires deep
lore to propound.
A roan loves a woman. He cannot
>11 when love began, so softly did
* Ts niessenger take possession of his
heart. He only knows that he loves,
It seems to him, dazed by the
Rrett miracle, that his love had no
hecinnlng He is as sure that it has
fiw'ays existed as he is that it will
Uriow no end.
He wants tu take possession of tha
woman he loves, and he finds neither
moonlight, nor rustic bower, nor
• hady dell, nor a boat, nor a seat that
holds only twj, necessary to put his
•motions and desires into words. A
Proposal is independent of envirun-
m * nt - A man may propose marriage
in a crowded street In the glare of
The rnidnoon sun. and the music of his
w orris is as sweet, and the love-light
' n her eyes is as warm, as If he had
the stage with all the romantic
• cenery demanded by fiction.
THE IMPORTANT THING.
The time, the scenery, the language
h* uses, If alone with her or In a
rrowd — none of this is Important. The
Among the worst foes of the memory
■* rp too much food, too much physical
exercise, and, strangely enough, too
much education.
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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
r.ot necessary that he say much. But,
oh, may a merciful heaven protect the
girl If he doesn’t mean the little ho
says!
It Is neither eloquenre. nor fervor,
nor grace of speech or manner that
matters. All that matters Is Sin
cerity. Just 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
Pickwick advised his friend Magnus.
After telling Magnus he must com
mend the lady’s worthiness, deplore
his own unworthiness. an,d expatiate
on the warmth of hia love, he advised
him to seize her hand.
"You should then,’’ continued Mr
Pickwick, "come to the plain and
simple question, ‘Will you have me?’
I think I am Justified In assuming
that, upon this, she would turn her
i head.”
"You think that may be taken for
| granted. ’ said Mr. Magn.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. Magnuk—that after I
had done that, supposing there was
no refusal, I should gently dnaw
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
j this particular point, I am decidedly
! of opinion that if the lady were
going to take me at all, she would
murmur Into my ears a bashful ac
ceptance.”
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. "I can’t ask
it of you. I have no right.”
•You are not asking it,’’ she
answered. "It is I who am asking
if
The girl proposed
But what matters, aho, or when,
,, r how, or what, so that the WHY
is ail right.
BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
HOUSEHOLD SUGGESTIONS
(From the play by Geoi&e Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Seriai 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 that thfk
world traveler had surely witnessed bull
fights 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
puny toreador dares match his wiles
against the massive thing of powerful
thews and sinews and danger-dealing
strength. Father 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 whs Larry Holbrook—and
* thick black pall hung over the girl
beyond the door.
Twice Baffled.
"The plate is here -where?" demand
ed Dempster.
l*arry picked up the iron poker from
his hearth and tapped on the brick
floor of the grate. "These are the
pieces "
“Destroyed?" bellowed Dempster
"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—I developed It 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, took 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 rail portended only dis
interested sociability.
‘ No!" thundered Dempster. "Where
is the cash-box containing letters?"
"On the mantelpiece. Behind me here,
if you weren’t a professional detective.
Bob, you'd have seen it when you came •
in." .^id mine host, with unruffled*
friendliness.
lie wondered within himself if even a
professional detective could see beyond
his elaborately casual manner. Hol
brook himself 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. "Boh 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 the obvious.
"The letters?” asked the Chief.
•'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 trfcil 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 9II he. too, felt friendship for
this wild Irishman.
"No, Fob. There’s ho man In Wash
ington I respect more an I do you,"
replied Holbrook, with simple liking
The man before him was an unswerv
Ing soldier performing his duty.
"Material evidence in a case on which
I’ve been detailed you take and de
stroy," said the Chief, in 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
lowed himself the luxury of another
cigarette.
"What do you mean by that?" asked
the Chief.
"This’ll be a great sensation, won’t
it?”
"Well?"
"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
trict Attorney of the United States.
“Why not?” queried the Captain,
swinging one foot at ease and devoting
his most earnest attention again to mi
lady Nicotine when all the while it
was for another lady he fought.
“As a news matter you’d have saved
your evidence," said Graham with quiet
conviction.
l^arry threw up his head with a laugh,
and the quizzical eyebrows lifted, too,
in enjoyment of this hit of conver
sational philandering. ,
"So you could seize it and be giving
it to all the papers? 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 of quiet—ol
waiting.
"What charge?" asked Holbrook.
"I've just told you the charge," an
swered Graham, impatiently.
Holbrook walked over to the fire
place and contemplated tlie smoldering
ruins there. Then he spoke as genially
as if he were discussing some purely
extraneous matter, instead of his own
arrest on a criminal charge.
" ’Twon't hold. One tin box, value
50 cents. (jne plate and plate-holder,
say a dollar ” He shrugged his
shoulders as if settling the whole airy
trifle. "Oh, petty larceny at the out
side!"
"Get your hat and coat and come with
rne." 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 it) 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 I NEVER
THOUGHT OF YOU.”
Father Shannon felt that the time
had come for him to forsake his posi
tion as mere onlooker.
"I’m sure that's so. Chief, and Mr.
Graham, a man of Captain Holbrook's
prominence ” he began.
Hilt 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 to the guilty party in this murder."
he declared.
The Captain answered him with 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, qijite openly ’ Holbrook
was grim and serious now The thought
of thisjfn^nster 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
swords
"Why?” asked Graham, curtly.
"Flagg was a blackmailer the dread
ed and feared of society. I called in
the interest of a friend—one one of his
many victims.’’
"Deucedly shabby of you, Holbrook, ‘
to play such a trick on me." said the 1
Chief, wdth his mind still on the do
struction of "material evidence.”
"Never thought of you. Bob I do as- ‘
sure you of t at. Just selfishly intent !
on my own business. But I’ll report
anywhere any lime you gentlemen say.
Why. Mr. Graham, stop and think a j
moment -the papers had me aboilt to J
marry your daughter—and they will
play that up In the rotten story if I am
arrested—the girl’s name —why drag
me into this Flagg case—until you have!
to? When you need rne 1 will he I
ready.’’
“I trusted you in that room.” went on 1
Dempster aw if he had never been in- I
terrupted in his personal train of j
thought.
I^arry sighed a bit. He spread h*s j
hands out In a little gesture of impa i
Hence—slid them from hips to pockets,
arid tipping back on his heels gazed I
speculatively at Dempster the deter- *
mined. This gentleman was surely the
most difficult person to blarney that
the Irish soldier of fortune had ever
encountered—and there had been Da-
homely chiefs and Moro warriors! But
always before only his own life or un
abstract cause at stake for this "per
petual member of the minority" to win
—and now a girl's name and good fame
and life itself depended on his gift of
words.
"I trusted you in that room,” aald
Dempster with the sullen anger of a
man who feels that, he has been out
witted.
"You did——” agreed our Irishman,
"but we were rivals on the Job, not
partners. Why, I trusted you that far!
But you're both gentlemen. Well—per
haps I’m one take my parole. I will
not leave this roornf^wlthout phoning
you—both of you and I’ll only go
where you tell me I may go." *
Holbrook drew’ himself tip. He was j
a soldier offering parole to his su
perior officers. There could he no ques
tioning the absolute seriousness of the
situation and the man's honesty of
purpose.
"ATtd my word that he means that
parole. Robert," abided 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 1
had been so carelessly directed an <1 j
from which it had been so elaborately
turned ?
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the other half on a plate and cover
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Pour a little oil on the tight parts,
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When custards are wanted in a
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"Well, Bill," said the temporarily
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thing we oughter be thankful for
here."
"What's th?H?’ Raid Bill.
"We ain't bothered much dodgin'
motors or worryio* over the high cost
o’ livin’."
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; 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.
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dab on the affeoted parts once or twice
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To make linen easier to write on
when marking it, dip the piece to b«
marked In cold starch, and the pen
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To clear beetles out of cupboards
and larders sprinkle a little benzins
river the boaids, and it will kill ths
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