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# It Is Easier to Learn to Endure Than to Learn to Love % % % MAGAZINE THE CONQUEROR The Advantage of the Tall Girl Beauty A Delightful Talk with Elsie Ferguson 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 Mack 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 After Cases M ns. OMULUGAN lay very til In bed. end wee not expected to live All the members of the family were called lo her bedside. They stood round, looking mournful and taking a sly Inventory of the furniture. "Mike." said the .Id 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 glnerous she Is. the dear creature." murmured Bridget, weeping, and wondering what else she was go ing to get. "She is. tndade," said the root 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 kaptng good time. And there's the pig for you, Mike, and the oow for KAthleen, and the chest of drawers for i.«r ry *» "Aye, it's marvelous indade ll Pr 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 family. "She's raving! Shea raving!" ‘‘Make the most of your charms.” By MAUDE MILLER. ‘She can make herself irresistible.’ “I favor a one-toned color scheme.” * BENCHES s By WILLIAM F. KIRK. T HERE ar« benches, solemn benches, where th* Judges sit In pride. Sending countless men to prison. (GoodeeM must be satisfied). There are benches built for children bent on many fl 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 ts talk? If you want to know life's meaning, all Its secrets weird and dark, you can go and do your gleaning on the benches in the park. OOO ooo ooo Here a bov who came to conquer when his life was |, its morn. Beaten by the roaring city with its heartiessness and scorn; There an old and feeble outcast with no wish to gnldi 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 spectral 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? 4 4 r *T“» O-DA Y marks the advent of \ the tall and alender maiden. All things combine In the adorning of her beauty, the present mode Is instrumental in enhancing her rharmi, and so my message Is one for her alone.” says Miss Elsie Fer- guaon, who la playing In "The Strange Woman." Mies Ferguson Is tall herself and very slender. She wears her golden hair drawn softly hack and caught loosely, so that It waves entraneingly over her ears and droops low against the nape of her neck. She smiled at me quls&lcally as she talked, and her Ideas seemed to fit In perfectly with her looks and her surroundings. "The tall, altm 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 a/e becoming to her; she may wear dresses with stripes running lengthwise or around, whichever she pieases, and they will always be be cominR. 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 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 gowa. 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 sown match in tone if not color. Learn 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 she wants. She may wear the daring minaret costume without fear of making the j 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 her and frills are always adorably feminine and bewitching One Is sure to imagine all kinds of faint, aHsring perfumes hiddc.i 1° 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 gow n. HER 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 It Is for tne short maiden to appear fashionably gowned in some of to-day’s models. Unless sie 1* fairylike 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 dear, delightful feminine fripperies, such as tulle boae or loose waists with very wide girdles, can ever be hers if she would be modish. “So, you people of the tall and slen- d- variety, don’t miss the opportunity of making the most of your charms. That would be a dreadful stnte of af fairs to look back upon afterward, don't you think so?" Let It Go at That J A LADY who i8 a district visitor became much Inter ested in a very poor, but apparently respectably Irish family named Curran living on the top floor j a great building in a slum district of‘her parish. I 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 sai-d to Mrs. Curran: "Your neighbors seem very curious to know who and what I am, 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 So you tell them?" "Faith, thin, Oi do not." "What do you tell them?" "Oi just tell thim," was the calm reply, ye ara me dressmaker, an* let it go at that." How to Propose BEATRICE FAIRFAX’S IDEA By BEATRICE FAIRFAX B Y s most merciful dispensation of the little Clod of Love, who keeps all our hearts from going prematurely Into cold storage, there ■re no prescribed methods for pro posing marriage Tt is not a problem whose solution depends on a knowledge of weights ■ nd m<asurca. "Will you marry me?” is not a 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 his heart. He only knows that hs lovea. And, It seems to him. rinsed by the great miracle, that his love had no beginning He is hs sure that it hue always existed as he is that It will know no end. He wants tj take possesaion of the woman he loves, and he finds neither tnoonligh*., nor rustic bower, nor shady dell, nor a boat, nor a seat that holds only twj, necessary to put bis emotions and desires Into words. A proposal is Independent of environ ment. A man may propose marriage in a crowded street in the glare of the midnoon sun. and the music of his words is as sweet. and the love-light In her eyes is as warm, as if he had set the stage with all the romantic scenery demanded by fiction. THF I >1 PORT ANT THING. The time, the scenery, the language he uses. If * alone with her or In ft crowd none of this is important. The Among the worst foes of the memory «re too much food, too much physical exercise, and. strangely enough. too much education. Test j. ™. TEA Maxwell House Blend Tea in vites compari son with all oth er kinds. Its rich full flavor and tempting fragrance set a newstandardof tea quality. ' «-lb.. i-lb. and 1-lh. Air Tight Canister*, Ash your grocer for tl. ^ Cheek Heal Coffee Co. AioshvilU Houston Jacksonville Important thing la 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 moat 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 neceaaary that he say much. But, oh, may 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 mattera All that matters la Sin cerity. Just one little word. Sin cerity! Not a sincerity he thinks he feels, but one that be 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. Afte r telling Magnus he must com mend the lady's worthiness, deplore his own unworthlnoa*. an.d expatiate on the warmth of his love, he Advised him to seise 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, \ipon this, she w*ould turn her heiyd ” ‘You think that may be taken for granted.' said Mr. Mugaus, "because, if she did not do that at the right place. It would be embarraaslng." MR. PICKWICK'S ADVICE. *T think she would.' said Mr. Pick wick. "Upon this, sir, 1 should squeeze her haud. and I think—1 THINK. Mr. Magnus—that after I had done that, supposing there was no refusal, 1 should gently dnaw j away the handkerchief that my slight I knowledge of human nature leads rue I to suppose the lady would be applv- I *ng to her eyes at the moment, and I «teal a respectful kiss. 1 think 1 i should kiss her. Mr. Magnus, and at ! this particular point. 1 am decidedly j of opinion that if the lady were going to take me at all, »h* would murmur into my ears a bashful ac cepts nee." 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 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 can t ask It of you. I have no right.'* "You are noi asking if* she answered. “It is I who am asking It The girl proponed' Rut what matters, who, or when, or how. or what, ao that the Will i* all riguL AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers HOUSEHOLD SUGGESTIONS (Novallxed by> i the p borough, now being presented al the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights hold and copyrighted by International News Service.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Get it yourself.” The Thief 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 thffc work! traveler had surely witnessed bull fights In far away Spain. When the bull is sufficiently blinded by rage- when he lias 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 tills Irish lad and Dempster had entered with a bull's very rush! Now the Chief paused, shook his head anti fairly seemed to paw the ground in baffled rage at the futility of his first onslaught. The FMher 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 tilt door. Twice Baffled. “The plate is here where?" demand ed Dempster. I*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. “Gli. 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 Pure you don't want to experience a change of heart." he remarked, drawing his case out. with u hospitable flourish, as if this early morning call 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 af professional detective, bob. you’d have seen it when you cams in.” said mine, host, with unruffled friendliness. Ho wondered within himself If even a professional detective could sec 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 l^arry 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 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 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 1 respeet 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 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 bis most earnest attention again to mi lady Nicotine—when all the while it I was for another lady he fouarht. "As a news matter you’d have saved your evidence,” said Graham with quiet conviction. iAirry threw up his head with a laugh, and 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 papers? Oh, no, I think not. I wouldn't do that, now, would I?” “I’ve got to arrest you, Captain Hol- broow,” Waid Chief Dempster. "I'm sorry.” Holbrook threw away his cigarette and rose to attention Ilka the soldier he was. There was a moment of quiet—of 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 the 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 tiai 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 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 mo 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. But the Chief did not consider this a moment for stopping tb 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, 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 fine foils, to be handled with quick eve and dexterous wrist. Here the fight was with heavy, naked swords. "Why?” asked Graham, curtly. “Flagg was a blackmailer—the dread- ou 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—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 ine into this Flagg case—until you have to? When you need me 1 will be ready. 1 ' "I trusted you in that room,” went on Dempster as if he had never been in terrupted in hie 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 bis 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 oi 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 parols. I will not leave this room without phoning you—both of you—and I’ll only go where you tell me l 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 my 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 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 bad been so carelessly directed and from which it had been so elaborately turned? To Be 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 I the air and prevents the lemon from getting mouldy. Another simple rem edy is to smear the cut lemon over with the whits or yolk of an egg, and place on a shelf to dry; lemons treated this way can be kept a long : tlrrte. If screws, gas' 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, 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 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. “We ain't bothered much dodgin' motors or worry in’ over the high coat o' livin’.” 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 occurs al the sides of the nose where the glaasei press, take some methylated spirit and dab on the affected parts once or twic« a day, and then dust over with a little boraic powder or starch. This will harden the skin and keep it from g«t* ting sore. To make linen easier to write on w'hen marking it, dip the piece to bi marked In cold starch, and the pen will write without scratching. To clear beetles out of cupboard* and larders sprinkle a little benzin# over the boaids. and it will kill lh« eggs as well as the insects. CHICHESTER S PILLS ' lx — tuf itn unvn nos vn , TIIK DIAMOND BRAND Ladle*! A«k your Uragfl < tal-che*-fer’* !M**ann J K _ • fils Is Red and feeld m*t» Uo*es, sealed with Blue R Take no other. Bar of jour w a .it for cnri.cireft.mil DIAMOND It lit NI) PILLS, for I* rear* known as Best, Safest, A!ways Re:l»bl* SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYMFW >n A imlllAV/ ibb#a. 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