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A I 1 ' : j Hf Ilf i |:!i A Woman Is Satisfied With Her Christmas Gifts So Long As They Didn’t Include a Gift From Someone * She Forgot ~ MAGAZINE ■v, S Beauty Cecil Cunningham Tells Girls How to Sleep Correctly By MAUDE MILLER 44 F to toll every girl of to- I day who has an imagination of any kind to be very care ful lest she overexercise it,” says Miss Oeil Cunningham, of the “Oh, I Say” Musical Corned v Company. “Per haps this will sound strange to those of you who have always thought an imagination nothing less than a gift fmm Heaven, hut 1 have seen many pretty girls lose thefr looks from nothing more nor less than imagin ing things that had not occurred, nor xn ere ever likely to happen. “Imagination—1 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 w ill surely come of it. For instance, every 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 is resting, and then we must relax the mind. We must forget that there is anything Al r i BA' J A Thrilling Story of [ Society Blackmailers (Novelized by} (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.) ytfOTOj* Todto » Miss Cecil Cunningham. else in the world but sleep, and al most immediately sleep will come t< • laim us. Rut now take the im-1 aginative 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 Anally when she does fall asleep her rest is Ailed with dreams. The per son who gets the most benefit from sleep never dreams. A couple of rights like this, and the girl’s nerves will be all on edge, she will be half sick, and all because of an over exercised 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 action, and makes the breath irregular. And when w,* don’t breathe properly we have hollow chests and sallow skin 1 remember how 1 disliked having my gowns cut to show my neck and shoulders when 1 first went on the stage, but now 1 realize that it is simply revealing the results of a good urea thing apparatus, and 1 am proud to be able to show what 1 have dime for myself. Exercise Vocal Cords. Exercising the vocal cords is splen- *'The person who grtt the m o*t benefit from sleep never dreams,” says Miss Cunningham. ‘1 he imaginative girl goes to bed weary of body, but alert in mind. She tosses from side to side, end finally, when she does sleep, dreams.** did for developing the neck and shoul ders never mind about your voice- people are not expecting tff 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. “If you can control your imagina- ' lion, 1 can think of no more delight- I I'ul tiling to possess. It will help to I while away many a long, dreary hour; but be careful, it is so apt to control YOU, and when you nave lost the upper hand, to lead you into paths where excitement holds sway, and where your nerves are liable to play all sorts of tricks on you. I hope a great many of you will recognize the truth in these few suggestions and benefit bv them.” TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “I am her father. Chief Dempster, j 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 fhe full measure of guilt that he would never believe until it w r as confessed as the black truth. A man who will 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 lias only fanned higher. .Justice and duty were Gor don Graham’s fetish; his oath to his country bound him; what would 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 w on'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 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 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 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 her against the merciless enem she had evoked. “Aline, there Is a law thut ! will nrtoect -us! ” j The Way Out. ..‘‘US”—how that word carried com- 1 fort to the girl! He was offering her Jan absolute partnership—to which he 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 w hat might befall her for weal or woe! “Let mo 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 donri- naqt purpose. Thu priest faced him u' c n mnninn fa “May I apeak?" Aline nodded her head. » • * "Yes." she murmu^d. She has confessed so me 1 -Isji 1 priest—HER SECRET MARRIAGE." There was an absolute hush of waiting In the room. Amazement was written on Graham's face—and a syptie smile olayed about the Chief's lips the game moved fast, indeed! Defying the world for tpr if ne d be. in exalted triumph Holbrook t • Aline into his arms. She crept into their sanctuary—and watched with trustful joy, the while he threw up dt Science s S A Geological Aristocrat Who Has Outlived His Time his head in challenge—and cried Joyous triumph: “THERE IS A LAW THAT PRO TECTS EITHER HUSBAND OR WIFE FROM TESTIFYING AGAINST THE OTHER—IS THERE NOT?” The other men slowlv nodded. “WELL, THE... 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 Alines world man”--because he had felt in | Holbrook the possibility for just such ! clandestine sneaking of what he | wanted. And t’hief Dempster hard ened in his conviction that these two i were m clever pair who would bear > watching—and watching apart. Aline Paroled. And Father Shannon wondered if j ever a lie had been told in noble a cause. For just ono joyous moment Aline stayed close 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 of 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 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 ” „ A line's 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.” will—my vow—oh. Larry, Lar ry.” she murmured, weakly, lying snent and inert in his arms. By GARRETT P. SERVISS. H ERE again ia the war of races— the play of the terrible law that life must live upon life But the antagonists confronting one another In this picture—the little humming bird. with Its defending lance, and the moase-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 shows the caenolestes surprised while raiding a bird’s nest for eggs. The mother bird is furiously trying to drive the thieving animal a wav : -v at * i To Be Continued To-morrow. Daysey Mavme And Her f oiks / is w 'A was it is useless to try to tell. bccauat the geological periods cannot be roes* ured in centuries. But it was befor, 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. Attacking a humming bird’s nest. By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. for a. moment. There was a moment's pause—a moment linked with toe great mystery of one man’s impelling influence over his fellow's. At last Father Shannon turned his eyes from the Captain ;o the girl. Up-to-Date Jokes © © The Manicure Ladv ^ ® By WILLIAM F KIRK. ii I WAS reading .» poem last night J that was wrote My a gent named Mister Poe,” said ‘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 somethin.? to make them laugh?” “Any down could do that," said Ft Manicure Lady "But this piece was too hard for a clown to rrite. Part of it went, 'Ah. distinctly l remember, it was in the bleak December.’ I could see the dead leaves living wnevi 1 read them l!n« s And that makes me think, George, of something that puzzles me a lit of times. Why is it that a person gels bluer In the fall than In the spring? 1 try to K- bright and merry like a little song bird, but all of a sudden I think about how short a time we are »ere, or somebody that died In a railroad k. or the Giants in the last j year. Wilfred wrote some lines on I the back of a looking glass up to the house last night. There was a lot of paper and a fountain pen in the writ- i lng 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 he has to do the same. Them' here :s the lines he wrote: “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 ran you be so heartless as to take those eggs? Think of the poor mother-bird when she comes bad* and ” “That’s all right, miss,” interrupted the boy; "the mother-bird is dead.” The young woman’s expression re flected disbelief. “How do you knflw?” she asked, sharply. — “’Cos I sees ’er on your ’at,” wai the reply. “The trees are bate and every where— 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 «.» forth. Each life is like a single year— i First in the soring we happylappear, I Then in the summer life we injoy, And in the winter w*' can find no Joy." 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 twist-d it. and banged it, but to no avail, and still the cabby spoke not. Then the chauffeur wiped Ills brow, and the cabby, still with the gleam in his eye, crossed over. “’Ere," he exclaimed, grimly, hold* | ing out his whip. " Ere yer are, mis- 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 most artistic scenic drops; for him the alluring, lllusionizing lights, and for him every skill a girl may command to give a finished and pleasing performance. Daysey Mavme 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 with tears. Every woman’s morning attire is a proof that all w r ash 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 newly laid out suburban tract, with a wad of 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- ^°t in the ordinary acceptation of that term. It looks like a mouse, but is none. It Is a geological survivor, j a left-over from the most remote an- j tiqulty, 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, w’hose tombs are more ancient than the hills. ; If length of pedigree and rarity of j 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 nanrwa. 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 w'hich it finds it self. * MAM I.Y AUSTRALIA. A curious fact In connection with the caenolestes is that other animals similar kind have survived in of ITS A A TEC EDEN TS. 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 much greater variety in Australia, a continent that is as remarkable for its curious animals as for its singular situation, away ofT by itself. 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. •it Mm with this.’ "It rhymes all right." said the Head Barber, but 1 can’t see no great amount of sense to it." "I thought it was kind of minor league n»> pelf, ’ said t He \ianieure Lady! “but 1 suppose poets has the r off days the same as barbers.” 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, rti me-tested, safe and speedy BEECHAM’S PILLS i la 4u«, l(k H 2U World’s Series, and all my happln is shot to pieces. That’s the way 1 am most every fall »lnce 1 can ro- member.” "1 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 1 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 that is the time of year when everj thing is getting through. Nothing could be more sad to look at tluxn a tree without no leaves on it. bur th ft is what your lam pa rests on the nrn me you go for a drive in the park Wilfred feels the same way 1 do about it. He says that every dead leaf > the ghost of some dead lover, of course. 1 don’t take no stock in that part of it. but he is all the time mooning about love and we all let hint have his way up to the house, because it is wrong to cross a poet. The old gent is the only one that gets after him. but I think down tn his heart he feels kind of proud of Wil fred when the noor boy manages ’o get one of his poems in a magazine. But there I go rambling again. As I was crying this is a blue time of Anticipation. Alio Bill! 1 ’aven’t seen you for weeks Bill s pal stopped suddenly Then: “But wot’s wrong, man?" he asked. “You’re lookin’ mighty seedy. Been ill - -eh?” Bill passed a horny hands across his brow. “No. he replied. "1 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!" "I.untme: replied* the other. “And ou Iong ave you been there?” "1 -‘«n ♦ been there yet." retorted Bill. "Begin to-morrer. he added gloomU). That is a good story which has been told about Cecil Rhodes and the but tons of his jacket. A habit w ith him was to make a particular coat so much a favorite that lie 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 match the buttons." swered it There stood the man for whom the stage had been set the night before! In the semi-darkness of the hall lie began an explanation of how lie 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. Day sey May tne also saw exaggerated 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 w r as ticking vigorously out in the den on my desk, the pink and white pillow's* on the 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. 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 its 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 l 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 to keep anyone guessing." “Are any of the like me?" I 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 Mrs Newlywed was fairly jubilant over her first pie. R was hubby's duty to sample ft "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 still alive and hearty." post-mortem values ami opportunities. | frivolous for that. How would you 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. Her Vendetta. “Yes. said the meek looking man. "1 \ o no doubt you've bad some groat 1 unting experience in — • abroad.’’ “I have, indeed." “Buffalo hunting “Yes.” And bert* hunting' of coitrj Mrs. Mptop - I am sort u were not “Weil you let m y w fe take > ou house at m> receptio n last e\ enit tg. hunting ex peri erne in your travels Mrs llighup (coldly)- l r eoeived no Then \ ou ll be gin to know w hat reai invitatic >n. excitem ent is." Mrs Tiptop .with aff. ete surpr se> Indeed 1? it n lust have mi carried l ' Y on ate ah SOlll ei imposs bie. El- had am ong m> guests thr *o fore ‘gn len. ' sn id the mis tre ss of th e house. .'ountr Mrs High tin- .So that is where they were ‘ I desired to engage them last evening t-» wait at table at our card i*ari\ supper, out the employment agent tokl me they were out. 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 the girl, “untij, 1 came to work for you!” .»<* "One of t.he characteristics of ray 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 gay- ety of Ids 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 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 titan spoken when Private Stillman stuck his ramrod in th* ^ground: MIere. Corporal.' said he, get be hind this.’ ” 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 reallv ARE nice." “Well, that’s something like.” h° said eagerly, pulling his chair closer, "now let’s get dow n to business." "Business?” I queried politely, and he laughed. “Gee. you ARE different,” he said again, running his fingers througluhis hair in a funny, boyish way he has. "I believe you said that before." 1 said, demurely, drawing away from the hand that was suddenly stretch*" 1 1 out for mine. And then 1 knew that I really did like him. "I'm afr • ' " 1 >. id. severely ■ hose nurses spoil you worse than mn I imagined. You really nbed some very severe discipline. I think I shall being right now.'' And I did, if stern ly repulsing all his advances meant severe discipline. I guess he liked me as well as the nicest nurse, loo, 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. Rut how am 1 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 serii 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 he 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 1 have my illusions.” I interrupted, rather breathlessly. “What do you mean?” he said, his 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 1 w ent slowly upstairs. Mv pink iamp 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, anl my hand had that same funny medi cine smell. Then I curled up among the pink and white pillows of rr-y couch and had a good think. A new type dog ha-y just been dis covered. It is called a golf retriever, and is to be found on the Horsender. 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. Tf 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. 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