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A Woman Is Satisfied With Her Christmas Gifts So Long As They Didn’t Include a Gift From Someone She Forgot Beauty ,< . ■* Cecil Cunningham Tells Girls How to Sleep Correctly “I W £T Bv MAUDE MILLER WANT 1o tell every Kiri of to- who has an imagination r>f any kind to be very care ful jest she overexercise it,” says Miss Cecil Cunningham, of the “Oh, 1 Sav” Musical Corned v Company “Per haps this will sound strange to those of you who have always thought an imagination nothing lerfs than a gift from Heaven, hut I have seen many pretty girls lose thefr looks from Upthing more nor less than imagin ing things that had not occurred, nor were ever likely to happen. “Imagination—I will admit that it gives us a]l an insight intd 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. For instance, every girl knows how necessary long consecutive 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 0 s> A1 r i / A Thrilling Story of [ Society Blackmailers (Novelized fcy> 7/ Miss Cecil Cunningham. else in the world but sleep, and al most immediately sleep will come to claim us. Rut now take the im- | aginative girl. She I» 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 dec ides 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 sleep never dreams. A couple of night* 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 . “im&ginaticfa 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 we don't b seal he properly we have hollow chests and* sallow skin. I remember how 1 disliked having my gowns cut to show my neck and shoulders when 1 first went on the *tage, but now I realise that it is simply revealing the results of a good oreathing apparatus, and l am proud to be able to show w hat l have done for myself. Exercise Vocal Cords. “Exercising the vocal cords is splen- ‘The person *ho gets the most benefit from sleep never dreams, ** says Miss ( unningham. The imaginative girl goes to bed weary of body, but alert 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. ‘‘If you can control your imagina tion, 1 cno think of no more delight ful thing to possess. It will help to while away many a long, dreary hour; but be careful, it is so apt to control I YOU, and when you have lost the upper hand, to lead you into paths where excitement holds sway, and where your nerves are 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 benefit by them.” (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.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMKNT. “I am her father, Thief Dempster, and I am District Attorney,” said Graham, fighting as man will ever do for his own. Rut the unasked, un answered question was how far this proud father would fight when he learned the full measure of guilt that he would never 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 truth a. man wh<Y 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 Gor don Graham’s fetish; his oath t«» his country' bound him: what would he, what must he do, when be found how far his daughter had bnJUght 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 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 j for the girl. Holbrook had stood pas- « slvely 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 slag 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 ener she had evoked. “Aline, there is a law 1h „t will prtoect—us!” The Way 0"t. “US”—i:.»w that word ca*rried com fort to the girl! He was offering her an absolute partnership—to which he brought everything of faith end loy- alty and (lever 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. I “May I speak?” Aline nodded her head. * • * I “Yes,” she murmured. “She has confessed to me—har i priest —HER SECRET MARRIAGE.” 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 lips -the game moved fast, indeed! Defying the world for her if ne d be, in exalted triumph Holbrook tool; Aline into his arms. She crept into Gieir sanctuary—and watched with trustful joy, the while he threw up his head in challenge—arfd cried in loyoui triumph: THERE IS A LAW THAT PRO TECTS EITHER HUSBAND OR WIFE FROM TESTIFYING AGAINST THE OTHER—IS THERE NOT?” The other men slow ly 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 Aline’s “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 s*o noble a cause. For just one 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—noi 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.” ”1 will—my vow—oh. Larry, Lar ry,” she murmured, weakly, lying snent and inert in his arms. To Ba Continued To-morrow. ,-t Science s ■.-* By GARRETT P. SERVISS. A Geological Aristocrat Who Has Outlived His Time H ERE again is 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 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 shows the caenolestes surprised while raiding a bird’s nest for eggs. The mother bird is furiously trying to drive the thieving nniwal awiiv. © © The Manicure Lady By WILLIAM F KIRK. 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 PILLS Ht •v«rrwk«re, la be*—. 10c.. 25*. ill "’AS reading a poem last night E that was wrote Ly a gent named Mister Poe," said 'ho Manicure Lady. “The name of it was the na'me of some bird, something like a crow, and, ge6! George, that poem made the chills run up and down my spine for fair. 1 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 clown could do that.’’ said the Maificure Lads “But this piece was too hard for a clown to * rite. Part of it went, 'Ah, distinctly 1 remember, it was in the bleak December.’ 1 could see the dead leaves flying wtie.l 1 read them lines And that makes me think, George, of something that puzzles me a let of times. Why is n that a person gets bluer in the fail than In the spring? 1 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** Series, and all my happiness I is, shot to pieces. That’s the way 1 j aiii most every fall since 1 can ro- | member.” “I get that way, too,” said the i Head Barber. All m> 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 ithat is the time of year when every ; thing is getting through. Nothing I could be more sad to look at than .\ tree without no leaves on It. but that | is what your lamps rests on the m t - . ate you go for a drive in the park ' Wilfred feels the same wav I do about it. He says that every dead leaf is the ghost of some dead lover. Of I 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 ; him have his wav up to the house, because it is wrong to cross a poet. The old gent is the only one that geis ifter him. but 1 think down in his heart he feels kind of proud of Wil- i fred when the noor box manages to get one of his poem* in a magazine. But tlj$re I go rambling again. A* |i waslaying, this is a blue time of year. Wilfred wrote some lines on 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 ing desk, but Wilfred noticed that Buj^ns and the other old poets would | go around and write lines on window I panes and in the front of books, so | he has to do the same. These here is i the lines lie wrote: J “The trees are bare and everywhere— I The smell of frost is in the air. The mind grows somber as it thinks I Of winter, and my poor soul shrinks | At the thought of wind howling from the north. i Snow drifts, frozen pipes, and so 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 find no Joy.” “It rhymes all right.’’ said the Head Barber, but 1 can’t see no great amount of sense to it." “1 thought it was kind of minor league myself,” said the Manicure Lady, "but l suppose poets has the'r otY days the same as barbers.” Anticipation. Up-to-Date Jokes Attacking a humming bird’s nest. Daysey Mayme And Her F oiks Bill! I ’aven't seen you for Bill’s pal stopped suddenly. | Then “But wot'* wrong, man?" he | asked. “You’re lookin’ mighty seedy, j Been ill—eh?” Bill passed u horny hands across his | brow. "No,” he replied. “I ain’t been ill. It's j work wot’s doin’ for me—work from 7 in | the mornin’ until 6 a! night, and only one hour off Think of it. mate!" } "Lumme! 1 replied the other. "And ’ovv long *ave you been there? • i ain't been there yet," retorted Bill "Begin to-morrer. ' he added gloomily, as he slowly mouched off. Her Vendetta. Mrs Tiptop t am sort' 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 had among my guest* three foreign j counts. Mrs Highup- So that is where they were? I desired to engage them last J evening to wait at table at our card party supper, but the employment agent to hi me they were out. "You naughty, cr\iel boy!” said the very fashionably dressed young wom an. who was taking a stroll In the park, 4o 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 young 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 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 tb no avail, and still the cabby spoke not. Then the chauffeur wiped his brow, and Lie cabby, still with the gleam :n his eye. crossed over. • ’Ere," he exclaimed, grimly, hold- 1 ing out his whip. Ere yer are, mis ter; ‘it ’im with this." * * * That is a good story which lias been told about Cecil Rhodes and the but tons of his jacket. A habit with hitn 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 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." • * • Mrs Newlywed was fairly jubilant over her first pie. It was hubby'* duty to sample ft. “Your mother never baked your fath er a pie like that. dUl she. darling?” said she. as poor hubby tried to eat it. “No. dear." he replied. "Father is still alive and hearty." • * * "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" — “(*f 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. "I thought you said you were a lady's maid ?" "\nd so 1 was ma am." calmly re plied the girl, “unUJ 1 came to work for >ou!" V By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. A LL the world’s a stage, and for no performance is greateV 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, illusionizing lights, and for him every skill a girl may command to give a finished and pleasing performance. Daysey Mayme Appleton had put on all her special scenery. There was a big ea4y 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 Mavme, with her hair beginning to show need of the egg beater and tl>e 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 wltn tears. Every woman’s morning attire is a proof that all wash goods lade. 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 hgir 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 swered it. There stood the man for whom the stage had been set the night before! In the semi-darkness of the hall he 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 readied 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 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 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 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,’ said he, ‘get be hind this.’ " ft °t 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 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 dw'ells 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 bird* 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 leste* possesses anatomical character istics that it must have retained since Triaeslc times. How long ago that was it is useless to try to tell, because the geological periods cannot be meae- 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 tn© 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 IN AUSTRALIA. A curious fact in connection with the caenolestes is that other animals of a similar kind have survived in much greater variety in Australia, a continent that is as remarkable for its curious animals as for its singular situation, away off 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 hug* continent that wa* 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 desoribed to ihake war upon the humming birds of the tropics. Seeking a Husband 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 cpming 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 nossibilities of my latest caller. It isn’t as if I had tbe 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?” 1 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 10 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 1 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 place, you really ARE nice." "Well, tha;'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." lie said again, runnjng 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 stretch* 1 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 ktern. 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 wav.” I'm not fond of having people touch me anyway, but I sup pose the right one WOULD make a difference. But how am 1 to know w’hen the right one does come along, and when the right time come* 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.” Ire 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 m.v opinion of you at all," he said, decidedly. “And still I 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 I went slowly upstairs. My pink lamp was lighted in the den and my 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 funnv medi cine smell. Then I curled up' among the pink and white pillows of my couch and had a good think. Do You Know— 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 m 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 of an eye, a quarter, and for the loss "" a finger, a twentieth. Bothered hy Catarrh, Bronchitis, Asthma, Head or Chest Coldt Try the New External Treat ment—Relieves by Inhalation and Absorption. No Stomach Dosing. 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