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It Is Easier to Learn to Endure Than to Learn to Love
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THE CONQUEROR
The Advantage of the Tall Girl
Beaut)
A Delightful Talk with Elsie Ferguson
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
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E watched by the side of a tired soul
!n 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 (ascs
M 1 RR. o Mt'I.I.lDAN’ lay very 111 In bed. and was nM
expected to live All the members of the family
were called to her bedside. They ntood round,
looking mournful and taking a sly Inventory of the
furniture.
Mike.” said the old mother, “you’ll remember to give
that dreeser to Bridget?”
I will that. 111 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. Indade.” said the rest of the family.
"And. Mike, there's the horse for Tim; don’t forget
the horse for Tim."
•7<Jo t mother; aye, isn't It wonderful now? Conscious
ind raysonable to the last!”
And mind you give my goold watch to Pat, Mike, j
I've wound It up for him, and it’s kaplng good time. |
And there’s the pig for you. Mike, and the oow for i
Kathleen, and the chest of drawers for Larry”
"Aye. It’s marvelous Indade Her memory Is perfect |
to the end She doesn’t forget one single thing!”
"And. Mike, remember Donovan, the grocer, and pay I
him the fifteen dollars we owe him."
•‘Don't listen to her’ Don’t listen to her!” yelled the
family. "She’s raving! She's raving!"
s BENCHES ,*
By WILUAM P. KIRK.
HERE are benches, solemn benches, wtu>~ -.
Judges elt In pride,
Sending countless men to prison, (Qoodns
must be satisfied).
There are benches built for children bent on !»»»,
school-day lark, " *
But the benches most appealing are the benches
park.
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Did you ever stop a moment on your happy
walk
For a little conversation wtth some man ashamed ta
talk?
If you want to know life's meaning, all Its secrets w«.| r ,|
and dark.
Fou can go and do your gleaning on the benches ij
the park.
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Here a boy who came to conquer when his life w „ (
Its morn,
Beaten by the roaring city with ttg heartlesenesi and
scorn;
There an old and feeble outcast with no wish to gut
his barque—-
Neither knowing any sotaoe save the benches la thi
park.
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Misdirected brains are plenty In these pdtfful retreats;
Shattered hopes and battered prospects float like spectra
o’er the seats.
There’s a man who needs onr friendship—he who did not
make his mark.
Did you ever stop to. visit on the benches tn the perk?
“Make the most of your charms.
By MAUDE MILLER
‘‘She can make herself irresistible.”
‘I favor a one-toned color scheme.”
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iO DAY marki the advent of
the tall and slender maiden. |
All thing* combine In i^ie
adorning of her beauty, the present
mode Is Instrumental In enhancing her
charms, and ao my message is one
for her alone.” says Miss Elsie Fer
guson, who is playing In "The
Htrange Woman/'
Miss Ferguson is tall herself and
very slender. She wears her golden
hair drawn softly hack and caught
loosely, ao that it waves entranclngly
over her ears and droops low against
the nape of her neck. She smiled at
me qulzr.irally as she talked, and her
ideas seemed to fit In perfectly with
her looks and her surroundings.
"The tall, allm young person, who
gives one the impression of a strong.
f
slender tree, has in the first place, a
grrsit many* advantages over her
shorter alster. Both long and short
lines are becoming to her; she may
wear dresses with strlpea running
lengthwise or aroundi whichever she
pleases, and they will always be be
coming. That Is, unless she la t.»o
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 FAIR VI, AND.
"The tall girl has a perfect Fairy
land at her finger tips and ahe can
make herself positively irresistible if
she is careful about choosing the
right kind of gown. She must ac
cept for her motto. "Nature may be
aided, but not contradicted,” and no
matter what she may decide upon
she must be careful of her color
schemes. I myself am in favor of a
one-toned colo^- scheme That 1s,
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 eve can
use contrasted colors properly, ao
perhaps ic 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
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 comas
without any effort, although It seems
most Parisian and impossible to at
tain when seen on other people.
may wear as
frills at her
Frills seem a
"The slender girl
many soft drifting
throat as ahe likes,
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 soarfs at all timos
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 it Is for tne short maiden to
appear fashionably gowned in some
of to-day's models. Unless she Is
fairylike In proportion almost every
thing will combine to make her look
first overdressed and fussy, then fat
and dumpy. The short girl mar! 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 would 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?”
Let It Go at That
A DAPT Who 1s a district visitor became nmoh Inter
ested In a very poor, but apparently respectably
Iriah family named Curran living on the top floor
9f a great building in a slum district of 'her parish.
Every time she visited the Cprrans she waa annoyed
by the staring and the whispering of the other women
living In the building One day she said to Mrs. Curran:
"Tour neighbors seem very curious to know who and
what 7 am, and’ the nature of my business with yeu. H
"They do,” acquiesced Mrs. Ourran.
"Do they ask you about it?”
"Indade they do, ma’am/*
"And do you tell them?”
"Faith, thin, Ol do nod.”
"Wba/t do you tell them?”
“Ol Just tell thlm,” was the calm reply, “that ye an
me dressmaker, an’ let it go at that.”
How to Propose ^
BEATRICE FAIRFAX'S IDEA
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
HOUSEHOLD SUGGESTIONS
Bv BEATRICE FAIRFAX
B Y a most merciful dispensation
of the little God of Hove, who
keeps all our hearts from going
prematurely into cold storage, there
nre no prescribed methods for pro-
Toeing marriage.
It is not a problem whose solution
depends on a knowledge of weights
®nd measures. "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, ao softly did
lta niess* r ger take possession of his
heart He only knows that he loves
and. it Reams to him. dazed by the
gieat mil »• cle, that his love had no
beginning He is ms sure that it has
j lways existed as he Is that it will
know no end
He wants tj take possession of the
woman he loves, and he finds neither
moonlight, nor rustic bower, nor
shady dell, nor a b£ai. nor a seat that
bol ls only iwi, necessary to put his
t • . 'ions and desires Into words. A
proposal is independent of environ
ment. A man may propose marriage
m a crowded s.ieet in the glare of
the mldnoon 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.
THE IMPORTANT THING.
Tho time, the scenery, the language
he uses, if alone with her or In a
crowd—none of this is important. The
important thing is that he mesas j
what he nays and the saying Is not a
habit.
The man who proposes easily and
gracefully; who 1* glib at this most
holy of declarations, has told too
many women he loves them, to be
trusted It la a situation when man
ner means more than words. It la
not neceasnry 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 grnre of speech or manner that
matters All that matters Is Sin
cerity Just on® little word Sin
cerity' Not a sincerity he thinks he
feels, but one that he KNOWS he
feels, and that he Knows he will feel
so long an life lasts.
Jf 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 bis friend Magnus.
After telling Magnus he must com
mend the lady's worthiness, deplore
hie own unworthiness, and expatiate
on the warmth of hie love, he advised
him to seise her hand.
"You should then.” continued Mr.
Pickwlok. "come te the plain and
simple question. 'Will you have me?*
1 think 1 am Justified in assuming
that, upon this, she would tarn her
|head "
"You think that may be taken for
granted.’’ said Mr Magaua "because,
if she did not do that at the right
! place, it would be embarrassing ”
(Novelized by>
i From the play by George Scar
borough. now bt ing presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Seriai rights held hihI copyrighted by
International News Service.)
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"Get it yourself.”
The Chief took one quick stride that
brought him a foot from the door.
“The plate is here, however,” re
marked Holbrook, with no sign of un
due haste.
In a little flash of understanding
Father Shannon, was aware that this
world traveler had surely witnessed bull
tights in far-away Spain. When the
bull Is sufficiently blinded by rage—
when he has baited post making full
use of his own dangerous strength, the
puny toreador darps match his wiles
against the massive thing of powerful
thews and sinews and danger-dealing
strength. Father Shannon smiled at his
own fancy. There was something slim
and picturesque about this Irish lad—
and Dempster had entered with a bull s
very rush! Now the Chief paused, shook
his head and fairly seemed to paw the
ground in baffled rage at the futility
of his first onslaught. The Father
smiled—but tears were very near hi*
eyes. He saw again in memory the
burning building out !n Manila—he felt
dimly through the haze the strength of
the arms that had carried him from
the strangling pall of Mack smoke. A
friend Indeed was I jarry Holbrook—and
a thick black pall hung over the girl
beyond the door.
Twice Baffled.
ADVICE.
”1 think she would, said Mr. Pick
wick. “Upon this, sir. 1 should
squeeze her hand, and I think—1
THINK. Mr. Magnus—-that after I
had done that, supposing there was ;
no refusal, 1 should gently draw I pieces "
« w .»v the handkerchief that my slight ! "Destroyed?” bellowed Dempster
knowledge of human nature leads me -yes. sir.” said the Captain, contem-
-> 8upp'‘Me the l*d> would be apply- j pi a t in g a nea t ring of smoke he had
:ig u> her eyee at the moment, and . . ,,
-teal a respectful kiee I think j Just managed to blow
! should kiss her, Mr. Magnus. sn ,i at j "You feared to have tt developed
“The plate is here where?" demand
ed Dempster.
laarry picked up the iron poker from
his hearth and tapped on the brick
floor of the grate ’’These are thb
this particular point, 1 am decidedly
i"f opinion that If the lady were
Fging to take me at all, she would
nurmur into my ears a bashful ac-
I ceptance.”
Jf the methods advised by Dickens
.lie too old-fashioned, a book thrown
>*i the mercies of the public last
i month gives a more modern form
John Hodder. the hero of "On the
j Inside of the Cup,” a minister, a’nd
poor, loves the daughter of his most
wealthy parishioner. They go for a
walk in the wood*
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 or!*d. "I cant ask
it of you I have no right."
’ You are not asking it.” she
* ns we red. It is I who am asking
it."
The girl proposed!
But what matters, who
Captain Holbrook?” asked the Interro
gator. sternly.
“Oh. no sir 1 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
bis cigarette, took a final puff and then
threw it into the embers of his fire.
’“Good tobacco, gentlemen. Sure yeti
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 Denipster “Where
is the cash-box containing letters?”
On the mantelpiece. Behind me here
ist matters, who. or when
how or « hat. so that th. W11X ‘ lf vau w, ' r, ' n 1 * professional detective.
11 |i.hl. Bob, you’d have seen it when you came
in.” said mine host, with unruffled
friendliness.
Ho 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 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 ^ he 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 thi# 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
a monkey of me?” asked Dempster.
After all he. toot 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 1n 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 MT 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.
great sensation, won’t
V
“This’ll be
It?” ’ /
“Well?”
“Well I’ve got something to sell,
haven’t I? Who’ll pay me moat for the
story?"
The Chief turned to Graham again.
*“ ’Twon’t do, Holbrook." said the Dis
trict Attorney of the United States.
“Why not?” queried the Captain,
swinging one foot at ease and devoting
his most earnest attention again to mi
lady Nicotine—when all the while it
• was for another Iqfcv 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 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, J- think
not. I wouldn’t do that, now, would I?”
“I’ve got to arrest you, Captain Hol-
broow,” said Chief Dempster.
“I’m sorry.” Holbrook threw away
his cigarette and rose to attention like
the soldier he was.
There was a moment of quiet—of
wafting.
“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 Borne purely
extraneous matter, 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 us 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 hia heel
and faced the men who were preparing
to arrest him.
“This ian’t friendly. gentlemen.
Neither of you men think* 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 come for him to forsake his posi
tion as mere onlooker.
“I’m sure that’s ao. Chief, and Mr.
Graham, a man of Captain IIolbrook’8
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-
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 4 # 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 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—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
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 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 Yninority” to win
—and now a girl’s name and good fajne
and life Itself depended on his gift of
words.
*1 fruited yen 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 farl
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 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
he suspect that Holbrook was fight
ing for his freedom because of some
purpose? Could he sense some mystery
behind the door to which his attention
had been so carelessly directed and
from which It had been so elaborately
turned?
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• nd you only need half of one, put
the other half on a plate and cover
with a glass tumbler. This excludes
the air 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; lemon#
treated this way can be kept a long
time.
If screws, gag fittings, the aides 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,
| end 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 oustards are wanted in a
hurry it is often difficult to serve In
a glass dish. To prevent this make
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 oocurs at
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To make Mnen eaaier te wTita
when marking it, dip the piece to bi
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Having a Rest.
"Well. Bill,” said the temporarily
retired burglar to hts pal. ''there’s one
thing we oughter be thankful for
here.”
“What's that?” said Bill.
"We ain't bothered much dodgin’
motors “or worryln' over the high cost
o' livin’.’'
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