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MIA.GAXINL
THE CONQUEROR
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
The Advantage of the. Tali Girl
,5* Beauty
A Delightful Talk with Elsie Ferguson
BENCHES ^
By WILUAM F. KIRK.
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atched by the side of a tired soul
In ths darkest hour of night;
id we prayed that a respite, swift and sure
Might mine with the morning's light.
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And the throbbing black of the darkest hour
Was cut by a struggling breath;
And I.lfe 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
Anti prayed for a swift release.
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Then dawn burst forth in a (lame of rose,
That over the pillow crept;
And Death drew bark with the shades of night;
For behold, the sufferer slept.
Circumstances Alter Cases
■ r:s «• Mt'LLId \N lav very 111 In bed, Hn a was not
|\/| expected to live All the members nf the family
were called to her bedside. They stood round,
looking mournful and taking a sly Inventory of the
Turnlture
"Mike,'* satd the old mother, "you'll remember to give
that, dresser to Bridget?"
'I will that. I'll remember, sure faith, what a mem
ory shs has!”
''How gtnernus she Is the dear creature." murmured
Bridget, weeping, mil) wondering what else she was go
ing to get
"She is. tndade." said the rest of the family.
"And, Mike, there's the horse for Ttm; don't forget
the horse for Ttm."
“No. mother; aye, isn't it wonderful now? Conscious*
and ravsonable to the last!"
"And mind you give my gootd watch to Pat. Mike;
I'vs wound It up for him, and It's kaptng good time.
And there's the pig for you, Mika, and the oow for
Kathleen, and the chest of drawers for Larry"
"Aye. Its marvelous tndade Iter memory Is perfect
to the end. She doesn’t forget one single thing!"
"And, Mike, remember Donovan, the garner, and pay
him the fifteen, dollars we owe him."
"Don't listen to her’ Don't listen to tier!" yelled tha
family. "She’s raring! She's raving!”
T HERE are benches, solemn benches, where rw.
Judges sit In pride,
■ Sending countless men to prison. (Good.*,
must be satisfied).
| There are benches built for chfldren bent on many ,
school-day lark.
But the benches most appealing are the benches In th»
park.
“Make the most of vour charms.
“She can make herself irresistible.”
“I favor a one-toned color scheme.’
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By MAUDE MILLER.
• O-DAY marie* the advent ofj
the tall and slender maiden.
All things combine In the)
sdoming of her beauty, the present;
mode Is Instrumental In enhancing her j
< harms, and so my message Is one!
for her alone,” Says Miss Klsle Fer-
guaon, who Is playing In 'The |
Strange Woman."
Mias Ferguson is tall harse.lf and
\ery slender. She wears her golden
hair drawn uoftly hack and caught
loosely, so that It waves entr^nclngly
slender tree, has. In the first place, a
£ro®.t many advantages over her
shorter sister. Both long and short
lines are becoming to her; she may
wear dresses with stripes running having the hair, complexion and
she mu*t be careful of her color
schemes. I myself am In favor of a
one-toned color scheme That
Is.
over her ears and droops low against
the flap* 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
lengthwise or around, whichever sh° gown match in tone if not color,
pleases, and they will always be* be Learn to blend colors perfectly, or to
coming That is. unless she Is too contrast them with the eye of a con-
tall, and then, of course, stripes must [ noisseur Only a practised eye can
be used with discretion. There is use contrasted colors properly, so
such a thing as exaggeration, which j perhaps it would be wise to stick to
can always be detected no matter' the blending process,
how modified. “The tall girl may have all the
draperies and frills that she wants.
A r%IRYI*AM). y] 1(a may wear the daring minaret
“The tall girl has a perfect Fairy- 1 costume without fear of making the
hips seem too large. It will but
land at her finger tips and she can
make herself positively Irresistible If
she Is careful about choosing the
right kind of#g<>wn. Hhe must ac
cept for her motto, "Nature may be
alde<J, but not contradicted,” and no
matter what she may decide upon
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.
I "The slender g'rl 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.
I 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,
I but have it soft and very sheer. Chif-
i 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. •
HER ADVANTAGE.
j "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 trie short maiden to
appear fashionably gowned in some
of to-day's models. Unless she is
fairylike in proportion almost every-
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Did yon ever atop a moment on jour happy morning
walk
For a little conversation wffh some man ash anted q
talk?
ff you want to know life’s meaning, all Its secrets weird
and dark.
You can go and do your gleaning on the benches 3
the park.
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Let It Go at That
[thing will combine to make her look
first overdressed and fussy, then fat
and dumpy. The short girl mur: 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 be hers if she w»ould be modish.
“So, you people of the tall and slen-
dr • 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?"
A LADY who 1s a district visitor became much Inter
ested In a very poor, but apparently respectable.
Irish family framed Curran living on the top floor
of a great building In a alum district of 'her parish.
Every time she visited the Currans she was annoyed
bv 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 you."
"They do,” acquiesced Mrs. Curran.
"Do they ask you about It?”
"Indade they do, ma’am.”
* And do you tell themf
••Faith, thin, Oi do not.”
"What do you tell them?"
"Oi just tell thlm,” was the calm reply, "that ye art
me dressmaker, an’ let it go at that.”
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B Y a most merciful dispensation I
of the little God of Dove, who j
keeps all our hearts from going
prematurely Into cold storage, there!
t»re no prescribed methods f >r pro- j
1 oaing marriage
it is not a problem whose solution
depends on a knowledge of w eights;
and measures "Will you marry me?”!
is not a question that requires doep ;
lore to propound
A man loves a woman He cwnnot ;
tell when love began, so softly did
its messenger take possession of his
heart. He only knows that he loves. '
and. it seems to him. dazed hy the
r.reat miracle, that his love had no ;
beginning He \n us sure that It has j
always existed as he Is that It will j
know no end.
He wants t > take possession of the
woman he loves, and he finds neither |
moonlight, nor rustic bower, nor j
shady dell, nor a boat, nor a seat that j
holds only tw ». necessary to put his
emotions and desires into words. A
proposal is independent of environ- j
meni. A man may propose marriage I
in a crowded street in the glare of ;
the mldnoon sun, and the ruustc of his
words is a« sweet, and the love-light |
In her eyes is as warm, as if he had
Bet 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
important thing Is thst he means
what he says arid the saying is not ft I
habit.
The man who proposes easily end
gracefully: who is glib at this most
holy of declarations, has told too
many women he loves them, to be
trusted Ft Is h situation when man
ner means more than words. It Is
not necessary that he say much. But,
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 -
writ y .lust one little word Sin-
rarity' 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 h
matter so light It admits of rehearsal,
let them rend what the Immortal
Pickwick sdvised his friend Magnus.
After telling Magnus he must com
mon! the lad\'s worthiness, deplors
his own unworthiness, tad expatiate
on the warmth of his love, he advised
him to seise her hand.
You should then," oentlnued Mr.
Pickwick, "come t« the plain and
simple question, 'Will you h*Ts me?*
1 think I am Justlfled In Manning
that, upon this, she would turn her
head.”
"You think that may be taken for
granted,' rfbtd Mr Magn.ua. "because
if she did not do that at the right
place, It would be embarrassing.
(Novelized by>
(From tin* play by George Scar
borough. now living presented at. the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held mid copyrighted by
International News Service.)
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'*I think she would, said Mr. Pick
wick. “Upon this, sir, I should
squeeze liar hand, and I think—I
THINK, Mi. Magnus that after 1
had done that, s ipposing there was
no , refusal, 1 should gently dnaw
‘way the handkerchief that my slight
knowledge of human nature leads me
to suppose the lady would be apply-
ug to her eyes at the moment, and
steal a respectful kiss. 1 think l
should kiss her. Mr. Magnus, and at
his particular point, 1 ant decidedly
of opinion that if the lady were
going to take mo at all, she would
murmur Into my ears a bashful ac
ceptance.' «
If the methods advised by Dickens
aie 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 s h ** had put her own
hand out, not shyly, but w ith 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 Hre not astcing it,” she
answered. "It is I who am asking
It.
The girl proposed
But what matters, who. or when,
nr how or what, bo that the WHY
ib ail i^*tt.
"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
duo haste.
In a little flash of understanding
Fiither Shannon was aware that thffc
world traveler had surely witnessed bull
tights in far-away Spain. When the
bull Is sufficiently blinded by ruge—
when he has baited past making full
use of his own dangerous streugth, 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 heat! and fairly seemed to paw the
ground In baffled rage at the futility
of his first onslaught. The Father
smiled—but tears were very near his
eyes He saw again In memory the
burning building out In Manila—he felt
dimly through the haze the strength of
the arms that had carried him from
the strangling pall of black smoke,* A
friend Indeed was I*arry Holbrook -And
a thick black pall hung over the girl
beyond the door.
Twice Baffled.
"The plate is here where?" demand
ed Dempster.
l.tarry picked up the iron poker from
his hearth and tapped on the brick
floor of the grate. "These are the
pieces."
"I >ostr«*yed |. ! ! >w • d Detnpsfler
"Yes. sir." said the Captain, contem
plating a neat ring of smoke he bad
Just managed to blow.
"You feared to have it developed.
Captain Holbrook?" asked the interro
gator. sternly.
"Oh. no. sir- T 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 tw<^
events ” He flicked the ash from
his cigarette, took a final puff and then
threw it Into the embers of his Are
"Good tobacco, gentlemen Sure you
don’t want to experience a change of
heart," he remarked, drawing his case
out. with a hospitable flourish, as if this
early morning call portended only dis
interested sociability.
"No!" thundered Dempster. "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." 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 Iasi flying off on lofty pinions,
with i iV ruffled wing w 1 despread and
unbroken! But his Irish confidence pre
vailed. "Bob was a professional detec-
Uvqjy 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 trail led now straight to
him. The law had one quarry—surely
this was enough for to-night—hts 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
« monkey of me?” asked Dempster.
After all he. too, felt friendship for
this wild Irishman.
"No, Bob. There’s no man In Wash
ington I respect more than I do you,”
replied Holbrook, with simple liking
The man before him was an 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 BV 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 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
1 was for another Uuly*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 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. liol-
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—of
waiting.
“What charge?” asked Holbrook.
'’I’ve just told you 1he 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 mattef, instead of his own
arrest on a criminal charge.
" ’Twon't hold. 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 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 hls heart
that I 'had a hand In that killing—IF
IT IB 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 ” be began.
But the Chief did not consider this a
moment for stopping to pay respect to
the cloth.
He turned' to the Captain puzzled-
wise: "You could put the department
on 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 F’lagg's home yourself,”
interposed Graham.
"I did. sir, quite openly ” Holbrook
j 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. Hers
the fight was with heavy, flaked
swords.
"Why?’’ asked Graham, curtly.
"Flagg was a blackmailer—the dread
ed 4nd feared of society. I called In
the interest of a friend—one—one of his.
many victims.”
"Deuqedly shabby of you, Holbrtfok,
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 J’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.’’
"I 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 hls 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 bis 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, I 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 parole to hls 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
he suspect that Holbrook was fight
ing for hls freedom because of some
purpose'’ Could he sen^e some mystery
behind the door to which hls attention
had been so carelessly directed an ; i
from which it had been so elaborately
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with a glass tumbler. This excludes
the air and prevents the lemon from
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edy Is to smear the cut lemon over
with the white or yolk of an egg, and
place on a shelf to dry; lemon*
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the custard In the ordinarj* way: tun
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| The custard can be safely poured in
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Pour a little oil on the tight parts,
and then hold a lighted candle under
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To oure soreness which occurs at
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dab on the affected parts once or tw ee
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To make linen easier te write on
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Having a Rest.
“Well, Bill," said the temporarily
retired burglar to hls pal, "there's one
thing we oughter be thankful for
here."
“What's that?" said Bill.
"We ain't bothered much dodgin'
motors or worryin’ over the high cost
o’ livin'.”
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Here a boy who came to conquer when hie life )„
ltd morn,
Reaten by the roaring city with ft& heartlegenesi and
scorn;
There an old and feeble outcast with no wish to gutd,
hls barque—
Neither knowing any solace ears the benches la the
park.
Misdirected brains are plenty In theee pMIfnl retreats'
Shattered hopes and battered prospects float like spectra
o’er the seats.
There's a man who needs our friendship—he who did no|
make hls mark.
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