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THF f.ONjni IFROR Tl "' Advantagc nf thc Tal1 A 1 Beauty a* AD.-i lg i,tft,i T«ik with Elsii ; Kcr g^_j (S e BENCHES .*
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
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E watched hv the aide 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 over the pillow crept;
And Death drew back with the shades of night;
For behold, the sufferer slept.
Circumstances Alter Cases
M rs OMTJLLIGAN lay very til 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 the old mother, “you‘11 remember to give
that dresser to Bridget?"
"I will that, I’ll remember, sure. Faith, what a mem
ory she has"'
"How glnerouH she is the dear creature," murmured
Bridget, weeping. an<l wondering what else she was go
ing to get.
‘She is. lndade," 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 kaping good time.
And there’s the pig for you. Mike, and the «h>w for
Kathleen, and the chest of drawers for Harry**
’ Aye, it’s marvelous lndade Her memory Is perfect
to the end. She doesn’t forget one single thing!"
"And. Mike, remember Donovan, tha grocer, and pay
him the fifteen dollars we owe him."
"Don’t listen to her! Don’t listen to her!" yelled the
lamlly. "She's raving! Shea raving!"
“Make the most of your charms.”
By MAUDE MILLER
t< »-p 0 -D.
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“She can make herself irresistible.’
‘I favor a one-toned color scheme.”
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HERE arc bench**, solemn benches, where the
judges sit in pride.
Sending countless men to prison. (Ooodn«H
must be satisfied).
There are benches built for children bent on many ,
school-day lark.
But the benches most appealing are the benches in tbg
park.
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Did you ever stop a moment on your happy morning
walk
For a little conversation with some man ashamed tg
talk?
If you want to know life’s meaning, all Its secrets weiq
and dark,
you can go and do your gleaning on the benches ig
the park.
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Here a boy who came to conquer when his life was )g
Its morn,
Beaten by the roaring city with tts heartlessneas and
scorn;
There an old and feeble outcast with no wish to gnlds
his barque—
Neither knowing any solace save the benches la thg
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—hs who did not
make his mark.
Did you ever stop to visit on the benches In the park?
lO-DAY marks the advent of
ie tall and slender maiden.
All things combine In the
adorning 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 tliat tt waves entranclngly
over her ears and droops low against
the hape of her neck. She smiled at
me quizzically 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!
pieaBes, and they will always be be !
coming. That is. unless she is too ,
tail, and then, of course, stripes must
be usod with discretion. There is
such a thing as exaggeration, which
can always bs detected no mailer
how modified.
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"The tall gtrl 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 *rnust 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 j
schemes. I myself am in favor of a
one toned color scheme That Is,
having the hair, complexion and
gown match In tone if not color.
Hearn 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 It would be wise to stick to
the blending process.
"The tall girl may have all the
draperies and frills that ahe wants, j
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 j
skirt long and seemingly intricate '
around the feet. Often this appear- ,
ance of Involved dressmaking comes
wlthoyt 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 her 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
profusely’ In her costume. Have the
scarf match the costume, or else have
it fashioned of some contrasting color,
but 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.
IIKR ADVANTAGE.
"This is surely the era of the tall
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 tt is for tne short maiden to
appear fashionably gowned in some
of to-day’s models. Unless she !s
f&iryllke in proportion almost every
thing will combine to make her look
first overdressed and fussy, then fat
and dumpy. The short girl 'rauF be
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, can
ever he hers If she would be modish.
"So, you people of the tall and slen-
r)' 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
3
A
LADY who is a district visitor became much inter
ested in a very poor, but apparently respectably
Irish family named Curran living on the top floor
>f a great building in a slum 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 Mrs. Curran:
"Your neighbors seem very curious to know who and
what I am. and the nature of my business with yen'*
"They do.” acquiesced Mrs. Curran.
"Do they ask you about It?"
"lndade they do, ma’am."
"And do you tell them?"
"Faith, thin, Oi do not."
"What do you tell them?"
"‘Oi Just tell thim," was the oalm reply, "thsvt ye are
me dressmaker, an" let It go at that.”
tit How to Propose S
BEATRICE FAIRFAX’S IDEA
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
B Y a most merciful dispensation
of the little Qod of Hove, who
keeps all our hearts from going
premniurely Into cold storage, there
*re no prescribed methods for pro-
I osing marriage
It is not a problem whose solution
depends on a knowledge* of weights
snd measures "Will you marry me?"
* question that requires deep
lore to propound.
A man loves a woman. He cannot
tell when love began, so softly did
its messenger take possession of bis
heart He only knows that he loves,
snd. it seems to him, dftzed by the
great miracle, that his love had no
beginning. He is hh sure that it has
always existed as he Is that it will
know no end
He wants t j take possession of the
woman he loves, and he finds neither
moonlight, nor rustic bower, nor
shady dell, nor a boat, nor a seat that
holds only twa, necessary to put his
emotions and desires Into words. A
propo.val is independent of enviran-
ment A man may propose marriage
in a crowded street in the glare of
the midnoon sun. and the music of his
words is ae sweet, and the love-light
in her eyes a as warm, as If he had
Re’ the stage with all the romantic
scenery demanded by Action.
THE IMPORTANT THING.
The time, the scenery, the language
he uses. If alone with her or in a
crowd — none of this is important. The
Among the worst foes of the memory
are 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 propones easily and
gracefully; who In 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. Rut,
oh, mav a merciful heaven protect the
girl If he doesn’t mean the little he
says!
It is neither eloquence, 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
feel*, but one that he KNOWS he
feels, and that he Knowi 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 a worthiness, deplore
h!a own unworthiness, and expatiate
on the warmth of his love, he advised
him to acixe her hand.
"You should then," continued Mr
Pickwick, "come to the plain and
simple question, Will you have me?"
I think 1 am Justified In assuming
that, upon this, ahe would turn her
head "
"You think that may be taken for
granted," said Mr Magnus, "because.
If she did not do that at the rig hi
place, it would be embarrassing."
WK. PICKWICK’S ADVICE.
"‘I think she would." said Mr. Pick
wick "Upon this, sir. 1 should
squeeze her hand, and 1 think—1
THINK. Mr. Magnua—that after 1
had done that, supposing there was
no refusal, I should gently dnaw
away the handkerchief that my slight
knowledge of human nature lea.is me
to suppose the lad> would be apply
ing to her eyes at the moment, and
steal a respectful kiss 1 think 1
should kiss her, Mr. Magnus, and at
this particular point. 1 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 laat
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 ahe 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 1 cant ask
it of you. I have no right."
‘You are not asking it, - she
answered. "It Is I who am asking
it"
The girl proposed’
But what matters, who, or when,
nr how «.r what, ao that the WHY
is all right.
AT BAY a Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
HOUSEHOLD SUGGESTIONS
(Novelized by)
(From the ola.v by Geot Scar
borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International Nevis Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"(let it yourself."
The Chief took one quick stride that
brought him u foot from the door.
"The plate is here, however,” re
marked Holbrook, with no sign of un
due baste.
In a little flash of understanding
Father Shannon wuh aware that thlfe
world traveler had surely witnessed bull
fights in far-away Spain. When the
hull 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, shooli
bis head and fairly seemed to paw the
ground in baffled rage at the futility
id his first onslaught Trie Father
smiled but teurs were very near bis
eyes He saw again in memory the
burning building out In Manila ho 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-arrv Holbrook and
a thick black pall hung over the girl
beyond the door.
Twice Baffled.
"The plate Is here where?" demand
ed 1 >enipster.
Isurry picked up the iron pqker from
his hearth and tapped on the brick
floor of the grate. "These are the
pieces "
" Destroyed?" bellowed Deni pater
"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 l 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 \hen
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
j early morning call portended only dis
interested sociability.
"No!" thundered Dempster. "Where
j is the cash-box containing letters?"
**< *n the mantelpiece. Behind me here.
| If > oil weren't a professional detective.
Bob, 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 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. "Bob was a professional detec
tive!" thought our Harry
But the accent belonged on the last
word of that sentence.
The Chlff took the box.
"Broken open." he said, grimly.
"Yes, sir. said the culprit, confess
ing the obvious.
"The let it is?" asked (he Chief.
"Same funeral pyre,” said Holbrook,
indicating fits 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 serlousties of those
acts. Captain Holbrook?" asked Gordon
i Iraham.
"’Is It serious, sir?
"In this murder you become an ac
cessory after the fact." answered Gra
ham.
"I bad 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 eno-igh 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 monkej 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 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 HIVE PY 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 1? Who’ll pay ine 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
1 was for another lad> he fought.
"As a news matter you’d have saved
your evidence,” said Graham with quiet
conviction.
Harry threw up his head with a laugh,
and the quizzical eyebrow’s lifted, too,
in enjoyment of this bit 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 ruse to attention like
the soldier he was.
There was a moment of quiet—of
waitings
"What charge?" asked Holbrook.
"I've just told you the charge," an
swered Graham, impatiently.
Holbrook walked over to the fire
place and contemplated the smoldering
ruins there. Then he spoke as genially
as if lie were discussing some purely
extraneous matter, instead of his own
arrest on a criminal charge.
” ’Twon’t bold. One tin box, value
50 cents. One 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 bat and coat and come wilh
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 I NEVER
THOUGHT OF YOU.”
Father Shannon felt that the time
had jcome ror 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.
But the Chief did not consider this a
moment for stopping to pay respect to
the cloth.
He turned to the Captain puzzled-
wlse: "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. quite openly." Holbrook
was grim and 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 tine 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
Chief, with his mind still on the de
struction of "material evidence."
"Never thought of you. Bob—-1 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 into this Flagg case until you have
to? When you need me I will be
ready.’*
"1 trusted you in that room." went on
Dempster as if he had never been in
terrupted in his personal train of
thought.
Larry sighed a bit. He spread his
hands out in a little gesture of impa
tience—slid them from hips to pockets,
and tipping back on his heels gazed
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 an
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.
“1 trusted you in that room," said
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, 1 trusted you that far!
But you're both gentlemen. Well—‘per
haps I'm one -take my parole. I will
not leave this room without phoning
you both of you and I’ll only go
where you tell me I may go."
Holbrook drew himself up. He was
a soldier offering parule 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 my word that he rn^ans 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
lie 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 Bo Continued To-morrow.
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"Well. Bill,” said the temporarily
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