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The Men Are the First to Receive Christmas Gifts; a Handsome Assortment of Hints
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The Real
Saint
L IFE 1* on* long: Ptorr of injutta
tico to woman. Fh© 1* dl«cr«d.
ited for ©very failure, and Man
1* credited with her ovary eurowii
The little honm-ge that haa been
< ft ni to her haa always had Ita little
Joke tied to It aa big aa the tin oa?i
tied to a country dog's tall
Mar flattered her by m a King her a
symbol of Justice. Then he tied a
bandage over her eyes to discredit
lb*r Judgments. He made her th#
symbol of Liberty, hoping the com
pliment would soothe n«r Into forget
fulness of his refusal to iet her vote
Ha made her the symbol of Patience,
because that la a virtue of which he
le willing to let her have a monopoly.
Fhe Invented leva, he stole th|
Idee and made a boy child Love's rep
resentattve She invented Christmas,
and he made an inane-looking man.
teo old to held any other political
Job. the Christmas saint
It is time. Children Pear, in »hese
days when every womsn is demand
ing her rights and tearing the veil
of hypocrisy off the face of man. that
you should know the truth.
Yhe saint who floats through your
ante-Christ mas dreams, dropping
from a reindeer chariot bags of
goodies snd toys is a man. is he not?
— with a long, white beard snd
highly colored cheeks'* Then wake
up For while you dream there sits
near your bed. unapprecla ted. un
sung and undreamt, the real Christ
mas saint. Your Mother
HER CHEEKS FALK.
Her cheeks are pale, thnugh much
midnight preparation of your Christ
mas gifts; her eyes are not merry, aa
were the eyes of the man of jour
dreams, they are tender and loving,
snd perhaps a little wistful, because
your wants are so many and her re-
* >urces ao inadequate. But* no mat
ter how little she has. there is always
-°me:hfng for the children at Chrlst-
" as. and (hough every gift repre
sent** self-denial, she never tells of
* sacrifice, nor complains when the
cred.t Is given to ths imaginary old
”'an with the lazy-fat stomach aud
the long, white beard.
There is always Christmas where
thrre Is a Mother It U not a cele
bration that depends upon environ
ment embracing a toy shop near a 'en
cent store. It depends solely upon
the existence of a Mother
In the days of the pioneer, when
the nearest toy shop was hundreds of
miles away, there was alway s Christ*
ma» If there was a Mother. A atrin*
»f beads, won hy a little cajolery or
trade with the Indians s cookey man.
a bright red apple a beanba*. or a
home-knit mitten, eaved the etooklni
bv the fire from the tragic droop of
emptlnees and atrlntta of bright-
colored corn, with Winter bouqnets of
dried grasses and wild berries, gave
the house the look of Christmas cheer
There le always Christmas where
there le . Mother it Is an event
that depends not on any man. If It
e-re left to man to drnas the Christ
mas dolls the net-leaf fashion would
*ee a glorious revival, and after two.
pr three yeere of worry the word
■'Christmas’ would pass ,wiy to And
a resting spot * n th e cemetery of
dead languages
< RV OF THE WOLF.
If It were left to man, the faint
cry of the wolf at the front gate
would eeare Christmas Day off the
calendar With a Mother In the
home, there Is some sort of a Christ
mas though the wolf le scratching at
th# door.
True. Children Pear Father will
claim the credit because he worked
to earn money to give Mother, but no
Father work* aa hard to earn money
to give Mother as Mother has to
work to get it from Father
She stand* between your eriea for
more and ble demands that there be
■ ess 8he is the middleman who
stands between the producer and fhe
consumer, and her only profits ure
your smiles Christmas morning
And your praise and gratitude for
the alleged Christinas saint!
—-FRANCES L GAR81DE.
The Gold 11 itch .* rBeing the Adventures of a Golden-Haired Heiress^ .*£ tJ t By STELLA FLORES
Fainceather Fricnde
Copyright. ISIS. International News Service.
Henry Klionsky. a well-known
American long:-distance swimmer, has
just succeeded in swimming from
Brooklyn Bridge to Bay Ridge, a dis-
taii'-e of about four miles, with hands
and feel tied, towing a boat in which
were seven men. The total weight of
the boat and Its occupants wus 1,363
pounds. The swimmer was three
hours and ton minutes in the water.
Five years ago a bachelors’ chit)
was founded in Severance, Colo., with
twenty members, but the club has
Just been disbanded owing to the fact
that all the members are. cr are about
to be, married, and. according to the
rules, are no longer eligible for mem
bership.
Princess Mary, in accordance with
a promise made lo her some time
back by the Duchess ■** Fife, secured
the last maiden signature o/ her royal
highness—excepting the signature in
the marriage legist or The Duchess
signed the Princess’ autograph al
bum at Buckingham alace on the
afternoon before the redding. A laJv
who a noted autograph hunter bad
offered the Duchess $500, to be pa d
to any charity her royal highness
might name, for her last maiden sig-
A clever American has Invented an
electric motor roller skate. It is actu
ated by a motor at the back of'the
skate, but it has the drawback that
the skater must carry in his hands «>r
on his back a na - of rather heavy
Accumuiaiora to supply Lhe current.
EFORE her father’s will is reetl the great newspapers print pages about the Gold
Witch the world’s greatest heiress. People who hitherto have greeted her indiffer
ently sue for her friendship,
runs over before sailing for Europe
alone stands aloof.
Beautiful Helen Van Burg, the proudest girl in society,
to say good-by and to vow undying friendship. Tom
SNAP
SHOTS
"HEN the will is read, all but five hundred dollars is left—not to the Gold Witch,
but to her guardian. Stunned at this strange onteome she congratulates herself
on at least having so many friends. But she finds out that the penniless orphan is
quite a different person to her wealthy friends. Cut to the heart she takes refuge in the con
servatory, where she tries to realize that she is really alone in the world. No, not quite alone.
For Tom, whose pride held him away from the heiress, hurries to sympathize with, the forlorn
little maid.
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
(Novelized fcy)
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
The iimn who tells a girl not to
talk about things ahe doesn't under
stand will uae a lot of ingenuity to
keep her from understanding things
he does not want her to talk about.
Sometimes the man who calls hi*
sweetheart a cute kid’’ when ahe
plays baby before marriage, will in
sist that ahe la acting In a “ridicu
lously childish manner” If ©he tries
the same little tricks when she hap
pens to be his wife.
The woman who treats a man in a
frankly friendly manner either feels
as friendly as she acts or is in love
and not necessarily with another
man For in the hands of the woman
who knows how to use it, frankness
is as dangerous a weapon »s co
quetry.
SOME MARRIAGES
are like treaties between countries
that do not apeak the earns language.
Love acts as a board of arbitration
arvd the two etrange countries meet,
join, beoome one. And does the
(From the play by George, Scar
borough. now being presented 'at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
And Captain Holbrook smiled—which
was quite natural. Then in a manner
calculated to stimulate injured inno
cence and confidence forced on most
personal matters, he sauntered over to
the mantel and gave all his attention
to dusting off with his Index finger a
minute particle from Judson Flagg's
dispatch box.
"The impudence of the lad'” thought
Father Shannon—but he managed to
think it without the betraying twitch of
a single facial muscle.
On the Trail.
“The woman is still here.'
said Chief
Dempster in his most granite-like tone
He smiled in appreciation of Larry’s
elaborated stage setting, and well-con
ceived histrionics.
“You think so?” returned the Cap
tain reproachfully.
• You're not only accessory after the
fact. Captain Holbrook, but the woman
who killed Judson Flagg is hidden in
tills apartment,” and as he made his
board of arbitration" stay on Its j declaration a smile broadened the firm
Job’ Does love remain to keep the
peace* Oh. no! The two foreign
creatures who are yoked learn to
speak a aign language both can un
derstand. learn to combine th© cus
toms of their countries—or they suf
fer the horrors of Internal war!
are made with much elegance a rwl
leiaure and repented with very In
elegant haste
float across the honeymoon into a
vinegary reaction from too much
sugar
make a spinster long to see the old
year out at a suffragette meeting, in
stead of causing her to be jealous of
the young wife who is blissfully cer
tain of the longed for sure-thing
date for New Year's Eve.
are like an echo
and a forerunner
peace on earth and
and woman. And. af
tne only ’•©al marr
that see mi* • .1 ark
Jewels from paste.
of Thanksgiving
Christmas—all
Rood will to man
ter all. those are
ag^s In a world
tower to tell . ea
lips of the chief of the secret service
Holbrook shook his head in easy nega
tion
"Wasting your time "
"What's that door?” questioned the
chief grimly, pointing to the portal that
led to Alim 's hiding place.
Indignantly tHe captain replied “That
door leads to m> bedroom.”
"And that one'”’
"Kitchen and servant's room.
The two men measured each other
Chief Dempster left for a tour of the
“kitchen ami servant's” room.
"Sit down, Mr. Graham,” said Larry,
the hospitable
"Your resistance isn't helping your
vase. Captain Holbrook.’ sifl Graham,
sternly.
Captain Holbrook measured this man
tiie District Attorney of the United
States He wondered If the father could
suspect from what shame the resistance
he decried was saving him He won
dered whether her father would also
prove Aline's friend if the evil hour of
knowledge must come He thought of
that old Roman father Yirginius. who
had slain his \oung Virginia at the
threat of dishonor—and lie asked him
self what would the District Attorney
of the United States do if he knew
that his daughter measured up to the
standards of those who must be con
sidered guilty until proven innocent.
For though the law says a man is in
nocent until proven guilty the mark
of shameful guilt smirches a woman
who is dragged before the bar of .ins
tier in our scandal-loving country.
Holbrook squared his shoulders and
decided that he must light Aline s fight
| alone- against her father if that need
he.
Stern Measures.
The three men. held by such earying
emotions that they might have been
worlds apart, instead of all inextricably
bound in the same cause, waited Demp
ster's return.
“Chief, what are you finding?” called
Graham at last, impatiently.
"Nothing yet.’’ called back the Chief's
voice.
“I think I’m very patient, sir—neither
of you gentlemen has any right to
search these premises.’ said Larry, who
had firmly decided on what his course
must be
“You're mistaken.” said Graham with
quiet determination to see this tiling
through upw. He little guessed what
“seeing it through" must mean to him
and the little girl who had grown up
as his heritage from the wife he had
loved.
And now Chief Dempster came back
from his fruitless search and walked
with grim determination toward the
door that led to Holbrook’s room
Holbrook left his position on bis
hearthstone and stepped between the
oncoming host and the door he must
not surrender.
“One minute.” said he quietly. “By
what authority?”
“Mine.” said Graham, rushing to his
doom.
Holbrook bit his lips at the grim
irony of it all.
"Your warrant?" demanded the Cap
tain, w’ith a forlorn hope.
"I am the warrant.’ aaid Graham.
Holbrook half closed his keen gray
eyes as if to get a fore-shortened view
of this most amusing picture. Then he
opened them wide in amazement, and
placed himself a human barricade—be
fore the citadel of safety where Aline
cowered.
Again the captain essayed the heredi
tary light tone of the sons of Erin.
“Louis Fourteenth said. ‘I am the
State.’ That misleads you. In America
—even a district attorney must conform
to the laws. Mr. Graham.”
“I mean to get info that room.” said
Chief Dempster. It was quite evident
that he did mean to do just what he
said.
Could Holbrook stop him'*
The End of the Struggle.
At all events he meant to try.
/“You can t.” said he.
“Will you stop me?” asked Dempster.
"I AM stoppin’ you.” explained Larry
patiently.
The chief smiled in grim amusement.
“Do you think you can stop both of
us*”’
The captain's hand was on the chief's
wrist now \ steel vise gripped the
arm of the chief of the Secret Service
of the United States. A steel voice an
swered him- and steel eyes glinted at
him while taut muscles rippled and
hardened to steel too. and Larrv llo'-
brook hehi the citadel of his lady safe
from marauding chiefs and high offi
cials.
“I KNOW I can stop both of you
and both of YOU know it.” was his
stern declaration.
"We didn't come here for any rough
door and
moment.
and tumble. Holbrook”—began Chief
Dempster in a tone reserved for crimi
nals who are cornered and must soon
acknowledge it.
"Thank you,” interrupted Holbrook
with courtly irony.
"But we didn’t come here without
men enough.” He went over to the en
trance door—and, opening it, called
down the corridor, “Donnelly—Ha
gan ”
"Yes. sir,” floated back his answer.
In that moment Lawrence Holbrook
tasted the grim salt flavor of possible
failure. But he still meant to find a
way—though what that way was to be
he himself scarcely knew—but in the
back of his mind a plan was formulat
ing
He took one step from the door.
"One moment. Chief—don’t call
them.”
The Chief allowed himself another
smile. Holbrook had fought well—but
defeat was near. He could not guess
for whom that defeat would spell dis
aster.
“Wait there." he called to his men.
"(’lose the door, if you please.' said
Holbrook. He shrugged his shoulders.
“[ can’t stop all four of you
And then he opened the
called: “Aline, my dear—
. . . Your father’s here.”
Slowly—almost as if she were walk
ing in a sleep troubled by dreams of
horror. Aline Graham came trembling
into the room. With a fathomless
question in their depths, her eyes
fixed on the man to whom she had
given all her faith, she waited for the
word of command from her captain,
who held her life in his hands.
In that moment the District Attor
ney of the United States became an
old man. Life turned him around
with an abrupt command to "right
about face.” and he looked at the law
from the side of those whom be had
been forced to drive to doom if they
could be proven guilty. His daughter!
His little Aline—here in Lawrence
Holbrook’s room—in hiding—a fugi
tive! His aching brain could scarce
ly compass it all.
“Aline!” be cried at last, when si
lence had sapped all life-giving oxy
gen from the heavy air. “Aline!
Why? In God’s name, why?"
The girl looked at her father in pain
tha* is world-old. So innocent Vir
ginia must have looked at her father
when he lifted the knife that saved
her from worse than death. And so
every girl who is pure in heart,
though circumstance has cruelly sul
lied her life, must chafe in sorrow at
her woman's heritage when she sees
how another man has forced her to
hurt her loving father, who scarcely
knows she is a woman—the father
who still dreams his girl is an inno
cent child. But she did not speak—
she waited her command from tne
captain of her life.
“Tell him what you heard in your
library,” said Holbrook, calmly.
The Chief stood watching Aline. He
was looking beyond her words—he
was striving to find the motive power
for all her possible deeds.
“That HE was to be arrested.” cried
the girl to the District Attorney. Ajul
“he" meant the man she loved.
Another Confession.
“You frightened the girl, you two
sensational gentlemen, w ith your talk
of murder and mv arrest for it,’’ said
Holbrook, with seeming probity.
“How did you get here?" asked the
father.
, “With Father Shannon.”
*• What’s your interest in this. Fa
ther Shannon?” questioned the Chief,
with ready suspicion.
"I sympathized with the young
lady's fears. I share her belief in
Captain Holbrook’s innocence."
The church was militant now—
fighting for the maid and her gallant
defender.
Graham still centered all his .sorrow
and dismay on the daughter whom ire
felt w as disgracing him, but he meas
ured disgrace by the pennyweight.
“I’m a sworn officer of the Govern
ment. For my daughter to betray se
crets heard in my house is as heinous
as my own disloyalty would be."
“I’m sorry, father—awfully sorry,"
said the girl, ineffectually.
“I can’t express, my indignation—
my sense of outrage." exclaimed the
father—never guessing that he was
tilting at straws.
“The girl loves him, sir,” explained
the priest, gently.
“She does not!"
"Yes—I love him.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
A*
YOU OWE IT TO HER.
TJEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am twenty and have been
keeping company with a grtrl one
year my junior for the lavt three
years and would like to ma.rrv her
only for my parents' objection,
which is on account of different
nationality. I therefore ask you
would it be right to marry the girl
or not? B. A. B.
PTER m<vrmpolizing a girt for.
three years it is no leae than
dishonor-able not to marry her if she
tore* y*ou.
But twenty is young for a man to
marry. Wait at least till you are o:
age.
HAVE FAITH.
JJEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am eighteen, and deeply in
love with a man three years my
senior. I have been told by Jealous
boys tl^t when I am absent he
going wdth other girls. He writes
me nice letters, also take* me to
theatres, and he says he loveg me,
and ^doesn’t go with any girls but
me. WONDERING
U NLESS a girl has faith aha car
never know a happy love affair
I if you cannot believe him see no mor<
j of hltn. Don’t enter into any re’,
j tionship with any one and exp*
good results if you are suspicious
Once Upon
Time
C*
ME. gather closer, children, dear,
and listen to these Christmas
tales I am about to relate.
Once Upon a Time There lived a little
girl who was never satisfied. She waited
a Whole Lot of things for Christmas,
and when she got out her stocking to
hang it up in front of the fireplace, she
was mad because she saw how small
It was.
“It will never hold all I want." she
grumbled. ”1 wish I was a woman and
wore stockings big enough to hold
something.”
Then she remembered that she had
seen a pair of her grandmother’s stock
ings in the closet, and when no <me
saw f her she got them out. and hung
them by the fireplace instead of her
own!
And when Santa Claus came down the
chimney that night, children, dear, he
saw those stockings, large and tfedcfc
and sensible, and thought they
longed to an old lady! So he put to
them a pair of spectacles, knltttog
needles, a night cap and a Bible!
And lots of us, children, dear, wbt
want a whole lot of things as we pa*t
through life, and are not satisfied witli
what is our share, are going to catch It
some day, just as this title girl did.
* * *
Once Upon a Time a little girl aafl
a little boy looked in a book and mm
a picture of a kindly faced old man.
He had red cheeks, a big jolly stomach
and a long beard, and he carried a sack
on his shoulders filled with toys.
“That is Santa Claus." their mother
explained, and ever after that his pio-
ture was looked upon with great love.
They wrote letters to him, they
talked of him, they dreamed of him
they wished he would come to their
house to live or that they could go to
live in his house where all the room*
were hung with sugar plume and filled
with toys.
"We don't see." they grumbled to
their mother, “why couldn’t you have
let us stay in the hole in the tree wher*
you said you found us, and let Santa
find us?”
But she only smiled tenderly at theft
complaints, and at night, when they lay
asleep dreaming of their imaginary
saint, a real saint, tired and worn, sat
up late dressing dolls and scheming
and planning means to buy them the
things they wanted. She denied her
self new clothes, and wore her old hat,
and stood between their wishes und
t\ieir father’s complaints that he wasn't
going to give a cent to this Christmas
tomfoolery, and on Christmas morning
was rewarded by their gratitude to an
imaginary Santa Claus and the cross
looks of her husband.
For it is not, children, dear, till you
have grown up and must be Santa Claus
to your own children that you realize
what a pitiful experience Christmas
means to a mother.
A visitor one day mentioned to Vol
taire that he had recently spent some
time wdth Albrecht Von Haller, the
distinguished Swiss physiologist.
“Ah,” said Voltaire, “he is a great
man. a great poet, a great naturalist,
a great philosopher—a man of wonder
ful accomplishments!”
“What, you say. monsieur." the vis
itor said, “is all the more creditable t©
you, inasmuch as Von Haller does not
do you the same Justice.”
“Alas,” replied Voltaire, with a grim
smile. “Very likely we are both mis
taken.”
e • *
A Scottish farmer recently paid a vi*.
it to a South of England cattle show,
and while walking around got talking
with a native farmer. Neither could
well understand what the other t-aid.
The Scotsman got a. little nettled at
this, and put It down to the English
man’s stupidity.
“Man," he said at last, “yer cow*
moo a’ right, and yer cocks craw quits
plain, but I’m hanged 1f I can mak'
you oot.”
• * •
Visitor (sampling stout with
dent appreciation.)—Really, this is
splendid stuff. They say that it s
both meat and drink.
Workman (interrupting) — Shure.
an’ it’s roight ye are, sor; an’ if V*
take plenty av it it’ll foind ya lodg
ings, too.
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Make a plain syrup by mixing 1 plot
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The effectiveness of this simple rem
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almost instantly, and will usually con
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and is just laxative enough to be help
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Also excellent for bronchial trouble,
bronchial asthma, whooping coufTh Ann
spasmodic croup.
This method of making cough remedy
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This explains why it is often imitated
though never successfully. If you try
it. use only genuine Pinex, which i? *
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Norway white pine extract, and is ricn
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A guaranty of absolute satisfact 1°’
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