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.! Woman Is Satisfied With Her Christmas Cijts So Long As I hey Didn’t Include a Gift From Someone She Forgot MAGAZINE j> Beauty .j» d> Cecil Cunningham Tells Girls Ilow to Sleep Correctly By MAUDE MILLER. r WANT to tell every (?irl of to I day who has an imagination. oC any kind to he very care ful lest she overexerelse it,” says Miss Tetil i'unnlngham, 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 j •,; ■ y girls lose thefr looks from r • ing more nor less than imagin- iim :! ings that had not occurred, nor v. 1 re ever likely to happen. imagination—I will admit that it giv. s us till an insight into the high- c icleads and meanings of life, that without it life would be hardly worth ving; but don’t overdo it, or harm > ill surely come of it. For instance, c ry girl knows how necessary long ■ onsecutive 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 »s resting, and then we must relax the mind. We must forget that there is anything < r j BA' / A Thrilling Story of [ Society Blackmailers AM; Ai: I I ; .1 ‘ . ; < ty i* •■■■ :< * i, ,< ■ *' \ *» ~it ' * ^ v > Lif Y. 1 , -i f v-\ y f;'' l . xt$. \ ! » a ' >.t • * ■ < yet - - 111 • V . * • ' rnotou’ MIJ-nlC-lN J'IDDTO - ~ Miss Cecil Cunningham. *!se in the world but sleep, and al most immediately sleep will come to claim us. But now take the im aginative girl. She Is Weary. She goes to bed weary of body, but with a mind rtlert and wide awake. She plans the doings of the next day, she remembers with a start * 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 getting wider and wider awake. She tosses i »*stlessly from side to side, and finally when she does fall asleep her lest is filled with dreams. The per- e"ii who gets the most benefit from £>op never dreams. A couple of rights like this, and the girl’s nerves i 11 be all. on edge, she will be half £ n k, and all because of an over- exercised Imagination. Imagination has everything to do with one’s proper breathing, and I will tell you why. Imagining any kind of an experience plays on the nerves, simulates the heart action, and makes the breath irregular. And when we don’t breathe properly we have hollow chests .and sallow skin. 3 remember bow I disliked having my gowns cut to show my rfeck and shoulders when I first went on the stage, but now I realize that it is dimply revealing the results of a good breathing apparatus, and I am proud to be able to show what I have done for myself. Exercise Vocal Cords. “Exercising the vocal cords is splen- dt Science A Geological Aristocrat, Who • Has Outlived His Time (Novelized fcy> i*1rl be “The person gets the. most benefit from sleep never dream*," says Mi** Cunningham. ‘The imaginative "H goes to d weary of body, hut aiart in mind. She tosses from side to side, and finally, when she does sleep, dreams.** did for developing the neck- and shoul ders—never mind about your voice— people are not expecting to find in you a second Tetrazzini just because you have discovered a way to round out the ugly hollows in your neck and to regulate your entire breathing ap paratus. i “If you can control your imagina tion, I can think of no more delight- | ful thing to possess. It will help to while away many a long, dreary hour; i but be careful, it is so apt to control j YOU, and w’hen you have lost the ! upper han/1, to. lead you into paths where excitement holds sway, and where your nerves are liable to play all sorts of tricks on you. 1 hope a great many«of you will recognize the truth in these few suggestions a/td benefit by -them.'’ (From the play by George borough, now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Servtc%.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “I am her fathar. 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 would pever believe until it was confessed as the black truth. A man who will defend his woman against the world until she is driven to con fess the trutti—a man who must be lieve that W’hat he loves is pure and innocent until she convicts herself out of her own month— may find that guilt confessed—truth—has the pow’er to puenoh the flam*- of love that the world’s suspicion has only fanned higher. Justice and duty were Gor don Graham’s fetish; his oath to his country bound him; v\ kat w r ould he. what must he do, when he found how far his daughter had brought herself under the displeasure of the laws of his land? “That won’t stop ino now. I'll take this case over your head to the At torney General. * * ♦ T arrest them both,” said Dempster, with cold allegiance to duty as he saw it. "What can you gain by her arrest to-night?” asked Graham. “By a proper examination I’ll get something from him or her.” While the father and the law fought for the girt, 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 he threw up his head with a motion of strength he might have learned from some stag in the forest when that creature tossed its head in ani mal supplication to the power of some god 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 h^r against the merciless enem shq had evoked. % ‘Allne. there is a law that will prtoect—us!” The Way Cut. I ..“US”—how thai word carried com fort to the girl! He was offering her an absolute partnership—to which he • brought everything of faith and loy alty ^nd 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, m’n.l 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 toe great mystery of one man’s impelling Influence over his fellows. At last Father Shannon turned his eyes from the Captain to the girl. I “May I speak?” Aline nodded her head • ♦ * j "Yes,” she murmured. “She has Confessed to me -her priest—HER SECRET \4A R.RIAGE.” There was an absolute hush of waiting in the room. Amazement was written on Graham’s face -and a syptic smile played about the Chief’s lipST-the gam$ moved fast, indeed! Defying the world for her if no d be. in exalted triumph Holbrook too Aline into his arms. She crept ini -their sanctuary—and watched with trustful Joy, the while he threw up his head in challenge—and cried in joyous triumph: ‘TilEKE IS A LAW THAT PRO TECTS FATHER HUSBAND OR WIFE FROM TESTIFYING AGAINST THE OTHER—IS THERE NOT?” The other men slowly nodded. "WELL, TftE.. GENTLEMEN, YOU’LL GET NOTHING FROM EITHER OF US, FOR THIS LADY IS MY WIFE!” Gordon Graham felt in a flash that this was why he had not liked Aline s "world man”—because he had felt in Holbrook the possibility for Just such clandestine sneaking of what be 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 Siuyinou wondered if ever a lie had been told in so noble a cause. For just one Joyous moment Aline stayed close and warm in the sane tuary of her lover's arms—and then in a tone that rumbled through her consciousness with the irresistible power of a ear of steel on a track of steel, came Chief I>emf>ster's voice: "You may take the girl home with you, Graham—but she is—my pris oner. Your parole that you will keep 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—I— Atine’s voice rose in the shrill stac cato of onrushing hysteria. “Aline!" commanded Holbrook sternly, while his arms tightened their strength-givlna. tender hold. “They are to get notning from either of us. You are to say no word. Re member^—I command you to be si lent.” “I will—my vow'—oh, Larry,' Lar ry,” she murmured, weakly, lying spent and inert in his arms. To Be*Continu«d To-morrow. This unusual ERE again Is the war of races— picture shows the play of ths terrible law th© caenoiestes that life mu.t live upon Ufa. , urp ri,e<l whil. By GARRETT P. SERVISS. H But the antagonists confronting . one another in this picture—the llttTe j raiding a bir s humming-bird, with Its defending nest for eggs, 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 ‘Teve- nat”; that is to say. a “ghost.” though # # The Manicure Lady By WILLIAM F KIRK. WAS reading a poem last night, yef«\ Wilfred vs rote buun- lines on I the back of a looking glass up to the I house last night. There was a lot n£ Good All Round aids to good health—and to the strength, comfort and cheerful ness which depend on thecondi- tion of health—are the famous, time-tested, safe and speedy BEECHAM’S FILLS Sold everywhere, la boxes, 10c., 25c. i 4 I WAS that was wrote y a gent named Mister Poe,” said f he 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 it must be grand to be able to write poems and frighten people.” "1 don’t see any class to frighten ing people,” declared the Head Bar ber. "Why didn’t he write &omethin.£ to make them laugh?” "Any clown could do that, said the Manicure Lad> "But this piece was too hard for a clown to write. Part of it went, ‘Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December.’ I could see the dead leaves flying wnen 1 read them lines And that makes me think, George, of something that puzzles me a let of times. Why is it that a person gets bluer in the fall than in the, spring? I try to be bright and merry like a little song bird. but all of a sudden I think about how short a time we are here, or 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.” "I get that way, too." said the Head Barber. “All my creditors come around then and tell about that it is going to be a long, hard winter, and would I please kick in with at least 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 •hat Is the time of year when every- iiing is getting through. Nothing ould be more sad to look at than a ree withobt no leaves on It, but that is what your lamps rests on the nrn- ute you go for a drive in the park. Wilfred feels the same way I do about He says that evfry dead leaf is he ghost of some dead lover. Of , ourse, I don’t take no stock in that part of It. but he Is all the time mooning about love and we all let im have his way up to the house, < ause it is wrong to cross a poet. The old gent is the only one that gets ,fter him, but I think down in his /heart he feels kind of proud of Wil fred when the noor boy manages to net one of his poems in a magazine. I /at there I go rambling *gain. As II w as saying, this is a blue time of ; paper and a fountain pen in the writ- I ing desk, but Wilfred noticed that | Burns and the other old poets would 1 go around and write lines on window : panes and in the front of books, so j he has to do the same. These here is I the lines he wrote: i "The trees are bare and everywhere j The* smell of frost is in the air. The mind grows somber as it thinks | Of winter, and my poor soul’slirlnas j At the thought of wind howling from the north. Snow drifts, frozen pipes, and go fort h. ' s Each life 1s like a single year— First In the spring we happy appear, Then In the summer life we enjoy, And in the winter we can find no joy.” "It rhymes all right,” said the Head Barber, but I can’t see no great amount of sense to It.” “I thought it was kiwi of minor league myself,” said the Manicure Lady, “but I suppose poets has their 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?” he asked. “You’re iookin’ mighty seedy. Been 111—eh?” 9 Bill passed a horny hands across his brow. “No,” he replied, “I ain’t been ill. It’s work wot’s doin’ for me—work from 7 In the mornin’ until 6 at night, and only one hour off. Think of it, mate!” “Lumme!” replied the other. "And ’ow long ave you been there?” "T ain’t been there yet,” retorted Bill. "Begin to-morrer.” he added gloomily, as he slowly mouched off. Her Vendetta. Mrs. Tiptop—I am sorry you were not at my reception last evening. Mrs. Highup (coldly)—I received no Invitation. Mfs. Tiptop (with affected surprise) —Indeed? It must have miscarried. I had among my guests three foreign counts. Mrs. Highup—So that is where they wdre* I desired to engage them last evening to wait at table at our card party sapper, but the employment agent toM me they were out. Up-to-Date Jokes Daysey Mavme And Her Folks Attacking a humming bird’s nest. ‘^You naughty, cruel boy!" said the very fashionably dreased 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 Is dead.” The yoMng woman's expression re flected disbelief. "How do you know?” she asked, sharply. “ ’Cos I sees ’er on your ’at,” was the reply. * • * The cabby regarded with a gleatn 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, btlt to no avail, and still the cabby spoke not. Then the chauffeur wiped his brow, and the cabby, still with the gleam !p his eye, crossed over. "’Ere," he exclaimed, grimly, hold ing out his whin. " ’Ere yer 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 so 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 io 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 match the buttons." • * • Mrs Newlywed was fairly Jubilant over her first pie. It was hubby's duty to sample ft. . .. "Your 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. * * * “Yes.” saM the meek looking min, “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 real excitement is.” • * * "You are absolutely impossible, El len,” said the mistress of the house, who was a notorious fault-finder. "1 thought you said you were a lady’s maid?” "And so I was, ma’am, calmly re plied th< girl, "ufitil I came to work for vou!” By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. A LL the world's a stage, and for no performance is greater care taken .to provide fitting and costly special sfeenery than when a girl- expects her beau. For him fire provided the newest and most artistic scenic drops; for him the alluring, illusionizing lights, and for him every skill a girl may command to give a finished and pleasing performance. Daysey May me Appleton had put oi) all her special scenery. There was a big easy chair which would make a man j long to stay forever; a lamp with a pink shade that reflected a becoming I tint on Daysey Mayme’s face, her most becoming dress, her hair as fluffy as if she had combed it with an egg beater, apd 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 tlfe performance to begin. He had not appeared when the clock struck eight; no word had been received from him when the clock struqk 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 Look 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 disappointmrtit wore a calico dress that gave' no hint of its original color, her complexion was still on the dresser and her nair was divided sharply into little rectangular plots like a newly laid out suburban tract. With a wad of hair over a curler In ihe center r>f 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 tnan for whom the stage had been spt the night before! In the semi-darkness of the hall he began an explanation of how tie 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! His Sense of Humor. “One of the characteristics of my old comra/le, Amos Stillman, was bravery in actual lighting service,” Said the old soldier. "Another characteristic was a sense of hdmor which stood him In good stead, even in the face of danger, ami contributed not a little to the gay- ety of his comrades. "At the battle of Cold Harbor, just before making the charge and while un der the Confederate fire, our corpora!, who was more than 6 feet high, and scarcely bigger around than a gun bar rel, became excited 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 the ground: “ ‘Here, Corporal,'Tsald he, 'get be hind this.’ ” hot in the ordinary acceptation of that term. It looks like a mouse, but is none. It Is a geological survivor, ^ left-over from the most remote an tiquity, a representative of the inhab itants of this globe millions of years 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 recognised popular name. Around Bogota it Is called the "raton runcho,” or opossum rat. Naturalists name it the caenoiestes. ' It lives among ti e upper branches of trees, raiding the nests of amall 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. 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 Trlassic times. How long ago that was it Is useless to try to tell, because the geological periods cannot be meas ured In centuries. But it was before what *s 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 tue 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« rles. MANY in AUSTRALIA. A curious fact in connection with the caenoiestes is that other animals of a eimilar kind have eurvlved in much greater variety in Australia, a continent that Is as remarkable for It# curious animals as for its singulal situation, away off by itself. Geolo gists believe that before, and partly during Trlassic times, a great ccyiti- nental arm united Australia and South America Then, perhaps, the ances tors of the caenoiestes lived In all portions of the huge continent that was thus formed, but after the con vulsion that eeparated 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 bird* of the tropics. T HIS morning I woke up In my little white bed with the thought that something out of the ordinary was going to happen. M,y little French clock was ticking vigorously out In the den on my desk, the pink and white pillows on Hie couch were rumpled up just as I had left them last night—and suddenly I remembered Dr. Hammond was com ing down ana I was quite excited. T was curious, and 1 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 <;n the good and bad possibilities of my latest caller. It isn't as if 1 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 raid to me to-nignt. "Why am 1 strange?” I answered. “You might not like me to tell you,” he said. “Yes, I would; please go on.” “Well, I can’t quite make you out. You are a combination of frivolity and seriousness that is quite enough lo keep anyone guessing.” “Are any of the "Mr'--* 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,” T 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 pla-ce, 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 tlaughed. “free, 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 I imagined. You really need some very severe discipline. I think I shall being right now.” And I did, if stern. Iv 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 people touch me anyway, but I sup pose the right one WOULD make a difference. But how am I to kn.iw when the right one does come along, and when the right time comes and ail the other hundred and one things that one has to kn-ow, I suppose? Anyway, I don’t thirtk 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 sirs nge?” Not Changed. “1 haven’t changed my opinion of you at all.” be said, decidedly. “And still f have my illusions,” I interrupted, rather breathlessly. “What do you mean?” he said, hi* fingers tightening on mine "Nothing at all,” I said, drawing 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 pln4< lamp was lighted In the den and my clock was ticking Just as It had been when f w;oke up in the morning. I brushed back a lock of hair, reflectively, <-n.l my hand had that same funny medi cine smell. Then I curled up among the pink and white pillow’s of my couch and had a good think 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 fhe 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, Vho gave a supper party at Philadelphia, when chattering monkeys mingled with the guests, while talking parrots were perched on the branchop of real orange trees arranged round the room. During the evening the monkeys dis tinguished themselves by tearing up some priceless orchid* The elaborate policy of Insurance devised for airmen was described In an action between an Insurance com pany and the Frenoh pilot Vedrines. 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