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It Is Easier ,earn Endu< ian ,earn Love MAGAZINE 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. w 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. ooo 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 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. I th “She can make herself irresistible.’ ‘I favor a one-toned color scheme.” T 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. OOO ooo ooo 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. OOO ooo ooo 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. 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—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. A ir \ IR VI., AK D. "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. ’T'EST A Thi. TE A Maxwell House Blend Tea in vites compari son with all oth er kinds. Its rich full flavor and tempting fragrance set a new standard of tea quality. i-lb and 1-lb. Air Tight Carustera Ask y©vr grucsr for it. Cbeek-Ncal Coffee Co. NmmhwHh Houston Jar A sons, tils 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. ! When using lemon for flavoring, and you only need half of one. put the other half on a plate and cover with a glass tumbler. This excludes ithe atr 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, and place on a shelf to dry; lemons treated this way can be kept a long time. If screws, gaf 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 oil on the tight parts, snd then hold a lighted candle under- i neath until it is warm. Y r ou will then find that it Is easy to separate or un- screw the fixed parts. When custards are wanted in a hurry it is often difficult to serve in Having a Rest. "Well. Bill,” said the temporarily retired burglar to his pal. "there’s one thing we oughter be thankful for here." "What’s that?" said Bill. "\Ye ain’t bothered much dodgin’ motors or worrvin’ over the high cost o’ iivln’." 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