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A Woman Is Satisfied With Her Christmas Gifts So Long As I hey Didn’t Include a Gift From Someone She Forgot Reality Cecil Cunningham Tells Girls How to Sleep Correctly By MAUDE MILLER. WANT to tell every girl of to day who has an imagination r>f any kind to be very car ful leal she overexeroise it,” says Miss Cecil Cunningham, of the “Oh, I Say” Musical Comedy Company. “Per haps this will sound strange to those of you who have always thought an Imagination nothing less than a gift from Heaven, but I have seen many pretty girls lose thefr looks from nothing more ror less than imagin ing things that had not occurred, nor Mere ever likely to happen. ‘Imagination — I will admit that it gives us all an insight into the high er ideals and meanings of life, that without it life would be hardly worth living: but don't overdo it, or harm will surely come of it. Cor instance, every girl knows how necessary long «onaecutive hours of sleep are to beauty and good health. To sleep, we must first relax, first the hands and arms and then the rest of the body, until every muscle is resting, and then we must relax the mind. We must forget that there is anything AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (Novelized fcy> m Torn the play by George Scar borough, now bein'' presented a* the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held •• ud opyrighted by International News Service ) 6 0 A s> PHOTA~*r PUTKKttt TTUDlO * Miss Cecil Cunningham. else in the world but sleep, and al most immediately sleep will come to claim us. But now take the im- Kginative girl. She Is Weary. “She goes to bed weary of body, but with a mind alert and wide awake She plans the doings of the next day, she remembers with a start a telephone message that she has for gotten to deliver to some member of the family, she decides to have a gown made over, and wonders whether or not fur trimming would be appropri ate. And every minute she is getting wider and wider awake. She tosses restlessly from side to side, and finally when she does fall asleep her rest is filled with dreams. The per son who gets the most benefit from tdeep never dreams. A couple of rights like this, and the girl's nerves will be all on edge, she will he half si- k. and all because of an over exert ised imagination. “Imagination has everything to do with one’s proper breathing, and 1 will tell you why. Imagining any kind of an experience plays on the nerves, stimulates the heart getion, and makes the breath irregular. And when wo don’t breathe properly we have hollow chests and sallow skin 3 remember bow I disliked having my gowns cut to show my neck and shoulders when 1 first went on the stage, but now I realize that it is simply revealing the results of a good breathing apparatus, and 1 am proud to be able to show w hat 1 have done ‘The person who gets the most benefit from sleep never dreams,” says Miss Cunningham. 1 he imaginative girl goes to !>ed weary of body, hut •Urt in mind. She tosses from side to side, and finally, when she does sleep, dreamt.” did for developing the necit and shoul ders—never mind about your voice- people are not expecting to find in TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. “I am her father. Chief Dempster, and I am District Attorney.” said Graham, fighting as man will ever do for his own. But the unasked, un answered question was how far this proud father would fight when he learned the full measure of guilt that he w’ould never believe until it was confessed as the black truth. A man who wi 11 defend his woman against the world until she. is driven to con fess the truth a man who must be lieve that what he loves is pure and innocent until she convicts herself out of her own mouth- may find that guilt confessed truth has the power to puench the flame of love that the world’s suspicion has only . fanned higher. Justice and duty were (Jor don Grahams fetish; his oatli to his country bound him; what would he. what must lie do, when he found how far his daughter had brought herself under the displeasure of the laws of his land? ‘ That won’t stop me now. I’ll take this case over your head to the At torney General. * * * I arrest them both,” said Dempster, with cold allegiance to duty as he saw It. “What «'an you gain by her arrest to-nigh#?” asked Graham. “By a proper examination I’ll get . you a second Tetrazzini just because you have discovered a way to round out the ugly hollows in your neck and j to regulate your entire breathing ap- ! paratus. "If you can control your imagina* I lion, I can think of no more delight- I ful thing to possess. It will help to while away many a long, dreary hour; ; but be careful, it is so apt to control j YOl’, and when you have lost the ! upper hand, to lead you into paths I where excitement holds sway, and where your nerves a#e liable to play I all sorts of tricks on you. I hope a great many of you will recognize the truth in these few suggestions and 1 benefit by them." something from him or her.' While the father and the law fought for the girl. Holbrook had stood pas sively by—watching, watching keen ly for a ray of light through some chink in the armor of the law. Now be threw up his head with a motion of strength he might have learned from some stag in tlie fore? when that creature tossed its head in ani mal supplication to the power of some g(Kl of the wild. “Aline,” he said in a tone of quiet conviction and power that sent a wave of new strength to the girl who‘had been cowering against the heavy ta ble where her father fought for her against the merciless ener she had evoked. “Aline, there is a law lh„t will prtoect—us' ” The Way Out. .“US”—how that word carried com fort to the girl! He was offering her an absolute partnership—to which i:e brought everything of faith and loy alty and clever determination. He was quietly sharing her burden here before them all. And in another mo ment she would know how absolutely he was sharing what might befall her for weal or woe! “Let me ask Father Shannon one question, gentlemen? Only one, mind you—no more ” “FATHER SHANNON. HAS NOT THIS LADY CONFESSED TO YOU HER SECRET MARRIAGE?” Holbrook’s eyes flamed with domi nant purpose. The priest faced him for a moment. There was a moment's pause a moment linked with the great mystery of one man's impelling influence over his fellows. At last Father Shannon turned his eyes from the Captain to the girL “May I speak?” Aline nodded her head. * * * “Yes.” she murmured. “She has confessed to me—her priest—HER SECRET MARRIAGE. ’ There was an absolute hush of waiting in the room. Amazement was written <»n Graham’s face—and a syptic smile played about the Chief’s lips the game moved fast, indeed! Defying the world for her if ne *d be. in exalted triumph Holbrook took Aline into his arms. She crept into their sanctuary—and watched with trustful joy, the while he threw tip lits head in challenge—and (lied In joyous triumph: THERE IS A LAW THAT PRO TECTS EITHER HUSBAND OR \V 1 EE FR< » M T E S T I F Y I N O AGAINST TIIE OTHER—IS THERE NOT ?” The other men slowly nodded. \\ ELL, THE.., GENTLEMEN, YOU’LL GET NOTHING FROM EITHER OF FH, FOR THIS LADY IS A1Y WIFE!” x Gordon G aham felt in a flash that this was why he had not liked Alines "world man”—because he had felt in Holbrook the possibility for just such clandestine sneaking of what he wanted. And Chief Dempster hard ened in his conviction that these two were a clever pair who would bear watching—and watching apart. Aline Paroled. And Father Shannon wondered if ever a lie had-been told in so noble a cause. For just one joyous moment Aline stayed (lose and warm in the sanc tuary of her lover s arms—and then in a tone that rumbled through her consciousness with the irresistible power of a car of steel on a track oY steel, came Chief Dempster's voice: "You may take the girl home with you, Graham—but she is—my pris oner. Your parole that you will keep Science s S A Geological Aristocrat Who Has Outlived His Time By GARRETT P. SERVISS H ERE again is the war of races— the play of the terrible law that life must live uperil life. But the antagonists confronting one another In this picture—the little humming-bird, with its defending lance, and the mouse-like creature seeking the eggs—possess a particu lar interest, because one of them is what a French naturalist calls a "reve- nat” ; that is to say. a “ghost.” though This unusual picture show# the caenolestea surprised while raiding a bird s nest for eggs. The mother bird is furiously trying to drive the thieving her so.’ In unspeakable agony the father bowed his shamed head. "As for Captain Holbrook—he may come with me.” “Where? Where? Oh, no—it isn’t fair—not him—1——” Aline'? voice rose in the shrill stac cato of onrushing hysteria. ’‘Aline!” commanded Holbrook, sternly, while his arms tightened their strength-giving, tender hold. “They are to get nothing from either of us. You are to say no word. Re member—I command you to be si lent.” “1 will—my vow—oh, Larry, Lar ry,” she murmured, weakly, lying spent and inert in his arms. To Be Continued To-morrow. Da) r sey May me And Her Folks Attacking a humming bird’s nest. By FRANCES L GARSIDE. © © The Manicure Lady © © By WILLIAM F KIRK. 44 I WAS reading a poem last night I that was wrote y a gent named Mister Poe,” said *h Manicure Lady. “The name of it was the name of some bird,Something like a crow, and, gee! George, that poem made the chills run up and down my spine for fair. I think i't must be grand to be able to write poems ami frighten people.” ”1 don’t see any class to frighten ing people,” declared the Head Bar ber. “Why didn’t he write somethin? to make them laugh?” "Any clown could do that,” said th > Manicure Lad\ "But this piefe was too hard for a clown to »rite. Part of it went, ‘Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December.’ I could see the dead leaves flying wtie.i 1 read them lint's And that makes me think. George, of something that puzzles me a lit of times. Why is *t tliat a person gets bluer in the fail than in the spring? 1 try to b»- bright and merry like a little song bird. but all of a sudden I think about year. Wilfred wrote some lines on the back of a looking glass up to the house last night. There was a lot "f | paper and a fountain pen in the writ- i ing desk, but Wilfred noticed that | Burns and the other old poets would go around and write lines on window ! panes and in the front of books, so lie has to do the same. These here is ! the lines he wrote: “The trees are bare and everywhere— * The smell of frost is in the air. The mind grows somber as it thinks Of winter, and my poor soul shrinks At the thought of wind howling from the north, Snow drifts, frozen pipes, and no forth. Each life is like a single year— First in the soring we happy appear, Then in the summer life we enjoy, And in the winter we can And no Joy." for m> self. Exercise Vocal Cords. Good All Round aids to good health—and to the strength, comfort and cheerful ness which depend onthecondi- tion of health—are the famous, time-tested, safe and speedy BEECHAM’S FILLS &oid t*er> v*L«re. la boxc». 10c.. 2Sc. how short a time we are somebody that died in a railroad wreck, or the Giants in the last World's Series, and all my happiness is shot to pieces. That’s the way I am most every fall since I can re member.” ”1 get that way, too.” said the j Head Barber. “All my creditors come around then and tell about that it s j going to be a long, hard winter, m»i j would 1 please kick in with at lea si part of the amount.” “It ain’t no money trouble that | makes me blue in the fall.” said the | Manicure Lady. “It must be because j that is the time of year when every thing is getting through. Nothing 1 could be more sad to look at than \ ire* 1 without no leaves on it. but that is what your lamp? rests on the nvn- 1 ute you go for a drive in the park. , Wilfred feels the same way 1 do about it He says that every dead leaf is the ghost of some dead lover. Of l course. 1 don’t take no stock in that part of it. but he - is all the time mooning about love and we all lot him have his way up to the house, because it is wrong to cross a poet. The old gent is the only one that gets ifter him. but I think down in his ! ear; he feels kind of proud of Wil fred when the noor boy manages ’o i get one of his poems in a magazine. But ihire I go rambling again \s |J was saying, this is a blue time of “It rhymes all right," said the Head Barber, but l can’t see no gre.it j amount of sense to it." * I thought it was kind of minor j league myself.” said the Manicure I Lady, “but l suppose po*»4s has the’r off days the same as barbers.” Anticipation. “’Alio, Bill! I ‘aven’t seen you for weeks ” Bill’s pal stopped suddenly. ‘Then. "But wot’s wrong, man?" asked. "You’re lookin’ mighty seedy. : Been ill eh?" Bill passc*1 a horny hands across his j brow. "No.” bet replied. "I ain’t been ill. It’s work wot’s doin’ for me work from 7 in the momin’ until 6 at night, and only one hour off. Think of it. mate!” ‘ Lummy! replied the other. “And ’ow l«*ng avp you been there?" ”! ain’t beet' there yet." retorted Bill. "Begin to-morrer." he added gioomilv. as he slowly mooched off. Her Vendetta. Mrs Tiptop l am sorry you were not at my reception last evening Mrs Highup (coldly) I received no invitation. Mrs Tiptop (with affected surprise) Indeed" It must have miscarried. I w counts. Mrs Highup- So that is where they were’’ l desired to engage them last evening to wait at table at our card pam supper, but the employ ment agent told me they were out. Up-to-Date Jokes A LL the world’s a stage, and for no performance is greater care taken to provide fitting and costly special scenery than when a girl expects her beau. For him are provided the newest and inott artistic scenic drops; for him the' “You naughty, cruel boy!” said the very fashionably dressed young wom an, who was taking a stroll in the park, to the urchin whom she found despoiling a bird’s nest. “How can you be so heartless as to take those eggs? Think of the poor mother-bird when she comes back and ” "That’s all right, miss,” interrupted the boy; "the mother-bird ii dead." The young woman’s expression re flected disbelief. "How do you know?” she asked, sharply. ” ’Cos I sees >r on y our at,” was the reply. The cabby regarded with a gleam of delight the taxi which had broken down, but did not speak. The chauffeur began operating on his machine. He turned and twisted it, and banged it. but to no avail, and still the cabby spoke not. Then the chauffeur wiped his brow, and the cabby, still with the gleam in his eye, crossed over. "’Ere.” he exclaimed, grimly, hold ing out his whip. "’Ere ver are. mis ter: ‘it ’im with this.” That is a good story which has been told about Cecil Rhodes and the but tons of his jacket. A habit with him was to make a particular coat sc much a favorite that he would wear it every day. One coat which had been through this ordeal he sent at last to the tailor to be cleaned and mended, and he got back the reply: “We regret that all we can do with the garment is to make a new coat to mate.*! the buttons” Mrs Newlywed was fairly jubilant over her first pie. It was hubby's duty to sample it. “S our mother never baked your fath er a pie like that, did she. darling?” said she. as poor hubby tried to eat it. "No. dear." he replied "Father is still alive and hearty." alluring, illusionizing lights, and for him I every skill a girl may command to give i a finished and pleasing performance. Daysey Mayme Appleton had put on all her special scenery. There was a big easy chair which would make a man long to stay forever; a lamp with a pink shade that reflected a becoming tint on Daysey Mayme's face, her most becoming dress, her hair as fluffy as if she had combed it with an egg beater, and a plate of fudge in a melting mood of stickiness. The stage was set for 7:30, and Day sey Mayme with a set smile on her face sat waiting for the audience and the performance to begin. He had not appeared when the clock struck eight; no word had been received from him when the clock struck nine, and at ten Daysey Mayme, with her hair beginning to show need of the egg beater and the squares of fudge melt ing into a sticky mass, turned out the light, retired to her room and took off her special scenery with eyes filled witn tears. Every woman’s morning attire is a proof that all wash goods fade. Daysey Mayme on the morning following her disappointment wore a calico dress that gave no hint of its original color, her complexion was still on the dresser and her hair was divided sharply into little rectangular plots like a newlv laid out suburban tract, with a wad oi hair over a curler in the center of each tract. She was looking like the wash on the kitchen clotheshorse and feeling as vi vacious as a bottle of ginger ale left uncorked since day before yesterday, when the doorbell rang and she an swered it. There stood the man for whom the stage had been set the night before! in •lie semi-darkness of the hall he began an explanation of how he had been de layed by a wreck on the road, which explanation ended with a yell of terror and his sudden plunge down the hall and out the door when the parlor was reached and he had caught a look at Daysey Mayme. It is a rare misfortune for which re dress may not be sought in suing a railroad, and the farmer who loses a scrubby, puny calf and sues for the val ue of an imported black-faced Hereford is not the only one who sees exagger ated post-mortem values and opportu nities Daysey Mayme also saw exaggerated post-mortem 'values and opportunities, and has brought suit against the rail road for ?0.000 for the loss of a possible road for $80,000 for the loss of a possible husband! "Yes." said the meek looking man, “I’ve no doubt you’ve had some great hunting experience in your travels abroad." “I have. Indeed "Buffalo hunting’ — "Yes." ■ And bear hunting" “Of course " / “Well, you let my wife take you house hunting experiences in your travels Then you'll begin to know what reai excitement is.” "You are absolutely impossible. El ler,." said the mistt^ss of the house, who was a notorioin* fault-finder "1 thought > ou said you were a lady’s maid ?’’ And so 1 was. an . calmly re nted the girl, "untTf I canse to work for you!" His Sense of Humor. "One of the characteristics of my old comrade. Amos Stillman, was bravery in actual fighting service." said the old soldier. "Another characteristic was a sense of humor which stood him in good stead, even in the face of danger, and contributed not a little to the gav- ety of his comrades. "At the battle of Cold Harbor, just before making the charge and while un der the Confederate fire, our corporal, who was more than 6 feet high, and scarcely bigger around than a gun bar rel. became exciteji as the enemy’s bul lets plowed up the earth about him " What kind of a place is this to keep a man in?’ he demanded: ‘abso lutely without protection!' “He had no more than spoken when Private Stillman stuck his ramrod in th*> ground: ’’ 'Here. Corporal,* said he, ‘get be hind this.’ ” in the ordinary' acceptation of that term. It looks like a mouse, but is none. It is a geological survivor, a left-over from the most remote an tiquity’, a representative of the inhab*- itants of this globe millions of veaTS ago. During all that tremendous lapse of time it has retained the characteristics of its ancestors, whose tombs are more ancient than the hills. If length of pedigree and rarity of connections are marks of aristocracy’, this animal must rank as one of the bluest-blooded of the earth’s Inhab itants. It dwells in Central America, but is so seldom seen even by the In dians who haunt the woods of Colom bia and Ecuador that it has no gen erally recognized popular name. Around Bogota it is called the "raton runcho,” or opossum rat. Naturalists name it the caenolestes.” It lives among the upper branches of trees, raiding the nests of small birds and keeping Itself secluded from observa tion, as if it felt that it does not be long to the age in which it finds it self. was it Is useless to try to tell, becaus* the geological periods cannot be meas ured in centuries. But it was before what Is called the Age of the Great Reptiles. Those giants, coming after it, have all disappeared, leaving their wonderful skeletons in the rocks, and yet this little creature survives, and shows tne same peculiar set of jaw that characterized its forefathers in the beginning of time. It recalls that famous royal family of Europe whose representatives still sit upon thrones and whose facial expression never va ries. MANY ITS ANTECEDENTS. To the unscientific eye there is noth ing remarkable in its appearance. But here outside looks go for nothing. The naturalist finds that the caeno lestes possesses anatomical character istics that it must have retained since Triassic times. How long ago that Seeking a Husband D T HIS morning I woke up In my little white bed with the thought that something out of the ordinary was going to happen. My little French clock was ticking vigorously out in the den on my’ desk*, the pink and white pillows on the couch were rumpled up just as I had left them last night—and suddenly I remembered Dr, Hammond was com ing down and I was quite excited. I was curious, and I did think he was adorable when he told me quite plainly that he was coming down to see me. I guess girls are all the same. We all like the stormed-in-a- castle feeling that some men use to ward us quite*as a matter of fact. That was this morning, and now here I am in the library reflecting on the good and bad Possibilities of my latest caller. It isn’t as if I had the chance to put out my hand and take him—that would be absurd on my part —it’s just to be able to meet any kind of a difficulty that might arise. ‘‘You're the strangest girl,” he said to me to-night. “Why am I strange?” I answered. “You might not like me to tell you,” he said. “Yes. J would: please go on.” “Well, I can’t quite make you out. You are a combination of frivolity and seriousness that is quite enough to keep anyone guessing.” “Are any of the *»•»*•*--*. like me?” T said, flippantly, “and why am I frivo lous?” Some Plain Truths. “Well. no. to your first question, al though I have a pretty good time with them. And why are you frivolous? Because you like to dress well, and everything you wear is out of the ordinary.” "Not very good proof.” I rejoined “I don’t see why I have to be dubbed frivolous for that. How would you like to hear a few things about your self?” He laughed. “Well, in the first place," I went on. “you are conceited. I think the nurses spoil you. In the second place, you are somewhat self ish: you do only what you like to do! and in the third place, you really ARE nice." "Well, that's something like.” he said eagerly, pulling his chair closer: "now let’s get down to business." "Business?" I queried politely, and he laughed. "Gee, you ARE different,” he said again, running his fingers through his hair in a funny, boyish way he has. "I believe you said that before,” I said, demurely, drawing away from the hand that was suddenly stretched out for mine. And then I knew.’ that I really did like him. "I'm afraid.” I said, severely, "that Those nurses spoil you worse than even 1 imagined. You really need some very severe discipline. I think T’shall being right now.” And 1 did, if stern. ly repulsing all his advances meant severe discipline. I guess he liked me as well as the nicest nurse, too, if I wouldn’t say good-night in the “proper'way.” I’m not fond of having peonl£ touch me anyway, but I Sup pose the right one WOULD make a difference. But how am I to know when the right one does come along, and when the right time comes and all the other hundred and one things that one has to know. I suppose! Anyway. I don't think he’s a bit seri ous with me. “Come and see me again.” I said, as he was leaving. “You haven’t been so very nice to me." he answered. “Don’t tell me that you have to be bribed, and do you still think I’m very strange?” Not Changed. “I haven’t changed my opinion of you at all.” he said, decidedly. “And still I have my illusions,” I, interrupted, rather breathlesslv. “What do you mean?" he said, his fingers tightening on minp. “Nothing at all,” I said, drawl/fe back: “that will give you something to thing about.” “Till next time,” he said, under his breath. And then the door closed, and I went slowly upstairs. My pink lamp was lighted in the den and mv clock was ticking just,as it had been when I woke up in the morning. I brushed back a lock of hair, reflectively, and my hand had that same funny medi cine smell. Then I curled up among the pink and white pillows of n-v couch and had a good think Do V ou Know— Bothered hy Catarrh, Bronchitis, Asthma, Head or Chest Colds Try the New External Treat ment—Relieves by Inhalation and Absorption. No Stomach Dosing. For years we have been dosing ourselve? to cure cold troubles, de spite the fact that vapor treatments are quicker and do not disturb the ''stomach. The trouble has been that the old methods of administering these vapors, such as vapor lamps, etc., were very cumbersome. Vick’s “Vap-O-Rub” Croup and Pneu monia Salve contains Menthol. Thy mol, Eucalyptol, Champhor and Pine Tar. combined by a special process, so that they are vaporized when Vick’s is applied to the heat of the body. 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Geolo gists believe that before, and partly during Triassic times, a great conti nental arm united Australia and South America. Then, perhaps, the ances tors of the caenolestes lived in all portions of the huge continent that was thus formed, but after the con vulsion that separated America from Australia occurred the descendants of these animals rapidly died out in America, leaving finally only the rare little creature that we have described to make war upon the humming birds of the tropics. A new type dog has just been dis covered. It is called a golf retriever, and is to be found on the Horsenden Hill golf course. He is one of the most familiar figures on the links and takes an almost human interest in the play. At the tee he stands like a sentinel. If his master foozles he barks disgustedly. If the shot is a good one he goes after the ball as fast as he can, and stands on guard over the ball until his master comes along for his next shot. The latest thing in eccentric en tertainments has been devised by E. T. Stotesbury, a banker, who gave a supper party at Philadelphia, when chattering monkeys mingled with the guests, while talking parrots were perched on the branchos of real orange trees arranged round the room During the evening the monkeys dis tinguished themselves by tearing up some priceless orchids. The elaborate policy of Insurance devised for airmen was described in an action between an Insurance com pany and the French pilot Vedrines For the loss of a lower limb, two- thirds of the/amount payable on death is allowed: for the loss of an arm half the amount; for permanent in jury to the face, such as the loss nr an eye, a quarter, and for the loss of a finger, a twentieth.