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THE HURDY-GURDY
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
O the tone of the hurdy-gurdy they danced on the
I city street.
And all who passed stood smiling to watch their
tripping feet;
For a child was made for dancing, for glee and mirth
and play,
And the Joy of youth sets a Spring-time gleam on the
murk of the Winter day.
i Vhat Is Your Chief Attraction f .£ .<&,
Posed especially for thts page by the Jardin de Danse entertainers.
Three types to make you think
FOR THE OLD
by william f. kirk
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But what of the OTHER CHILDREN, hound far from the
sunlight's glow.
Whose music Is only the throbbing hum of the engine
and dynamo?
And whet of their leaden footsteps that nerer knew
tripping feet—
mall one child work In the factory and one child dance
in the street?
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Shall the little Children labor In tho Country of the
Free.
And the beckoning gleam of the golden tun be a Joy
they may not see?
Shall we dance to tire hurdy-gurdy of greed and lust
and gold,
And buy ouraelves a tawdry youth In the pain of a
child grown old?
A TALE OF A CODFISH
wONES Is an hnnernhle man Ami Jones, being an
I honorable man. U likewise an honest man.
J Thus It came about the other day that Jones
visited hie fishmonger to pay an aecqunt.
Sir Koddlyn. having received the money due.
4)-red his bank tor a lew minutes till hv wrote a re
ceipt. Anti In the short space of (tme Jones was
tempted, and—tall It not In (lath!—Jones feJJ.
A gooa-etsed codfish lay within reach, and Jones
could not reelat the temptation ui annex It. Accord
ingly the tleh soon found Us way from the slab Into
hie coat-tatl pocket —at least the most of It. as,
without Jones knowing, the tail projected.
Mr. Koddlyn bad the receipt wTltten. and our
erring friend, having received It. turned to leave the
shop with a "(Joed dsvyt"
"Oood day. str, and thank you,” returned the
fishmonger and then, his ays falling on Jonoa'e
coat'tauis. he oaUed
"Oh. by the by. Mr. donee I"
Jones turned twusK-
"Excuse me call Ho# you back. Mr. Jofteai" -the yuan
uf •fish ettid; "thcce was something I almost omitted
to tell you."
"What wnr thait-®" naked Jones, curiously.
"Well, Mr Junes, 1 ' returned the other, significantly,
••the next time you vialt this shop, please wear it
ooa: with deeper pockets, or—er—er—commandeer a
Shorter fish!"
M ANY years age they banished
Every thvmght of worldly gnmes;
AH strength of youth has vgnWhad
From Wre4t Writ anti steadier Tram**.
But they reel. After the gleaning
And the etmset's dreamy glow
Hold* a -deeper, sweeter meaning
Than the young -can ever know.
They haws -loved their ardent Iotbts,
They have kissed in years gone -by.
And a misty-halo-hovers
O'er the-Ioves-that had to-dte.
They can dream of faded glories,
And eahh-dream -will -bring moreijoy
Than a million passion atorlea
Passed '-between-asgirl-and -a boy.
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We are young and we-are striving
For the things they used to crave;
They, while splendidly surviving.
Smile serenely at the grave.
And we struggle-alPtoo' vainly
With the hope^ that-we ean-tall
Half the things they see so plainly.
Half the things they know so well
By-Maude Miller.
W HAT is,your best feature? Do.you ever stop
to take,stock of youtrface? Have you stud
ied your fine points and laaruod to ac
cent them—to bring tliajn lato the foreground as it
were, and to make tUnm overshadow your tucial
weaknesses?
Specialize on jour good points and mord'ully
veil your bad-ones,, and with no more of a stock in
trade Uian,.a T .wisttul-dimple or a curving smile.you
may "arrange’’ to >1»g.a.pretty gJH!
Up In the Jardin de Danse-on-the New York
Roof there arc three fascinatingly pretty girls,
who are well dowered by Nature in diverse ways.
And each one of theun la clever enough-to empha
size the good points.of hor pretty face so well that
if there»wore less, good onos-no one wouid ever,sus
pect it.
The fir.t. head on the^e/t.is.that at the winsome
jt
Betty Martin.
brunette beauty, Beatrice Allen, who dances so de
lightfully. To her grace she adds a face whos©
lovely oval contour she does not spoil by any set
conventional coiffure. Her high- piled dark hair em
phasizes the soft sweep of line from cheek to chin,
and forms a background for her heavy browed Ori-
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A Bachelor's Diary He Leaves the Nurse
By MAX.
O CT. 27—No woman has the right
to put the responsibility of her
conduct on the man. She
should never say, us Sally Spencer
said, in effect to me. “1 love you,
1 am weak; you are strong. What
ever happens to us In the future will
dspend on you "
1 am not stroug. The man never
lived who ww strong. If Sally were
a young girl, or an unmarried woman,
knowing men only as sne sect, them
IU Uie heroes la books aiai pmys. Lei
ignorance wuuui Ot? pitiful, and, in a
"a>, would in- nor ueieiiat. i»ui au«
uae been inarr.ed leu or twelve years
to tn* weakest man ever oreutea.
’1‘lie re is nothing she does not Know
ahout my sex. Keen, observing, of an
analytical uaml, l have known her to
read a man the Krat time she met
blin. and Vo point out weaknesses and
defects which no one suapectou at ins
Lime, but which later developed.
1 nave seen her give the man who
Doasted of his strongth such a child
like look of admiration that he at
□nee became like putty in her hands,
and she did it, not with any tempta
tion to transgress Sally, never trane
greeted the law. Diary — but Just to
prove his weakness.
She is a clover woman, a beautiful
woman, a woman born to love and be
loved and is a neglected wife! That
Is s bad combination. ] can think of
none worse.
She Is tired of being a Pullman car
tramp and wants to come home. 1
would ask the pretty nurse to marry
me, and run away from temptation,
but what manner of a man would I
be to sacrifice a girl in that fashion?
And. besides, no man likes to run
from temptation. He likes to hang
around it to prove he is not afraid
He likes to flirt with it. dilly dally
with it, and temporise with it, say
ing nil the time "Ah who's afraid
of you! Tou think I am weak like
ether men. don’t you? Well, 1
not’*'
And to show that he is not afraid
he walks a little closer to it, and
darep t. in the maudlin manner of my
conceited sex.to come on! And if It
hesitates in its advance, he knows It
not, for he has begun to pursue It'
Oh. 8aLy Sally’ You who know the
men. to talk of our strength. I am
ashamed of you!
October 1 have answered Sal
ly's letter at last and this is « copy
It may help me to square myself w»th
fnv conscience should such a future
adjustment of my moral accounts be
neorssarv
•'My dea* Sally—Yo U r letter Inter
ested m*- so much that T have been n
month in trying to frame a repiv
Perhaps you may think it etranL
that a naan should pause outsia*
heaven s gate and deliberate, if or
not. he will enter, but when he is so
worldly wise that an imagination
quickened by other men’s experience
pictures a gibbet within the wails, it
is not strange that he hesitates and
may turn away.
"There was a time, my dear girl,
when I waa young, that T would scale
the walls to obtain that for which the
gates are now opening Inward for me.
but the spirit cf adventure cools with
the years, and a man who has been
decent almost half a century has a
pride in his record that has the sav
ing grace of a moral sense.
"I would like to keep the slate
clean, my dear. No doubt when St
Peter looks at ine over the rim of his
glasses it will be an accusing eye be
cause of the slaughter I have done to
my business competitors, and if
there is a crown there for me it will
not be double-decked, nor heavy with
jewels. But will bear no resentment
to this custodian of earthly accounts
and heavenly Jewels St. Peter was
not a business man and simply doesn t
understand
"but he wa s a man on earth at one
time, and knew many women, and for
that reason 1 feel satisfied that l will
not be Judged harshly. There is no
page in the account book bearing my
name that Is darkened by any wom
an’s shame. Surely the wolf that has
fought only other wolves, and nev» r
attacked a sheepfold, will not have to
at,k for mercy.
“I love you, Sally. I do not claim It
Is entirely a spiritual love. That
I variety of affection is found only In
the books. aj»d here, of late, even the
romanclsts are flavoring it highly
with the love of the flesh. 1 love you
| with the love a man g‘ve s the woman
I he would like to marry And that
means that 1 respect you above all
other women Would you care to risk
| that respect? Believe me. dear girl, a
j man’s respect is worth more than his
j love any day.
Jt ST A Fill BN I>.
"Come home, or not, as it pleases
you. You will find me your goou
friend, as I have always been, but It
is a friendship that needs watching,
Lillian Bradley.
ental eysj. Graceful contour is tlie thing
Allen strives for.
In the -centre is Betty JHarfin, who acne its tire
charm of her soprano voice by tire warming smite
that gathers her listeners i ntD a hand ot friends
who are ready to ’listen and enjoy. There is some
thing personal and intimate about Miss Martin’s
friendly smite. It curves a kindly mouth into gen
erous curve and shows teeth that woutd sell any
dentifrice. Charm cf expression is the point Miss
Martin brings reut in a fashion tc win friends and
admirers.
Mias -Lillian J^yadtey 1b ,-a attataBBtjue blonde wrtit>
cultivates :repase af manner, and very restful are
her steady eyes, well-groomed hair :and we 11-molded
lips in tbffio days of fever and unrest and acro
batic grandparents. Grooming and hrsading make
the fine blooded horse and the aristocratic woman
thoroughbreds hi their r class. And it is these same
qualities that give Miss Bradley distinctive beauty.
UjT Is impossible to exactly Imitate the voice of
J an animal,” said Minns, learnedly. "Some peo-
» pie reckon that they are very clever In imita
tions of that kind, but anyone who knows can see
that they are all out.”
"Who told you that you were a JudgeT asked Sims.
Then Minns got cross and offered to bet him half a
dollar that he could not execute even a plausible
Imitation of an animal.
"Any member of the animal kingdomT" queried
Sims.
"Yes." answered Minns, adding, "I was going to sav
‘except a donkey.’ but I remember that you did that
quite naturally."
“Done for ten cents!" exclaimed Sims.
He went to the middle of the room, and the others
awaited the result. Sims stood perfectly quiet for a
minute, then returned to his seat and asked for the
ten cents.
"What do you call that? That's no imitation,"
cried Minns.
"Excuse me." observed Sims, politely, "that was «
fish."
And the others Insisted upon Minns parting with
the money.
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
and pruning, und holding back Re
member that!
"Manette Is well. Richards j
Tompkins and the other friends In |
my home, for I cannot call them ser
vants, are the same dear faithful
soula. My sickness taught me many
things, and among them was that no
man need feel friendless so long ae
he has an employe. They want to h,
ht, friends, and It is his fault if they
are not.
"We still have nnd love the brown-
e.ved pup Hts heart breaks every
morning when Manette starts off u
school without him, and he».ls every
night when she oomes home
“J am leaving the pretty nurse tc
the la-st A good girl, Sally; a loving
and lovable girl. Juet fascinating
enough to make me wicked In mv
thoughts, and Just good enough to
make me a better man than I have
ever been, in my actions.
"MAX"
(Novelized by)
Do You Know-—
An old Scotch lady was noticed by
her minister to fall asleep every time
he preached, while when young men
from St. Andrew’s University acted as
substitutes for him she remained awake
and was most attentive.
The minister one day demanded an
explanation of her conduct, and she re
plied:
"Weel. meenlster. I ken the Word of
God is safe in your hands, but when
the young fellows from St. Andrew's
come along, it takes me all my time to
watch them."
Are we to hold ragtime revues and
other husi.ing forms of entertainment
responsible for the following tragedy?
A music hall artist who used to tour
the provinces with u flock of performing
ducks found managers no longer willing
to book his sedate show. After ho bad
been resting for some time he received
a telegram asking him to open on the
following Monday at a variety theater
in the north of England. In reply he
w irt*d:
"Regret can not
the Act."
ome. lluve eaten
Since woman suffrage was granted
in Illinois there have been three elec
tions. and on each occasion loss than
10 per cent of the women voted.
A bee. unladen, will fly 40 miles an
1 hour, but one coming home laden
with honey does not travel faster than
12 miles an hour.
Grapes contain from 12 to 2ft per
I cent of sugar more, that is, than any
I other fruit
Austria was the first country to
| adopt the system of postcards. This
was in 1S6JJ.
A witness in a particular ease had
been examined by the lawyer of the
plaintiff and wa- turned over to the
awyer for the d« tense for cross-exami
nation
"N w then, Mr Smith." began the
legal one. “what did l understand you
to say that your occupation Is?"
"I am a piano finisher." answered the
witness.
"Yes. I see" persisted the lawyer;
"but you must be more definite. Do
you polish them or do you move them?
\ little girl, finding her grandfather
dosing, clambered on to his knee and
endeavored to awaken him by pulling
eyelashes Annoyed at being dis
turbed from a peaceful nap, the <>:d man
scolded the phud for her roughness
**W"Ugh!” she exclaimed, pouting "l
wasn't wough 1 was only twyiug to
open your eyes by the *twings."
fFrom the play’ by George Scar
borough, now being presented a t th«
Thirty-ninth .Street Theater. New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.J
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"What does he mean by ‘loo*
about?*" she quavered.
"Search, I suppose,said her father.
"For what?”
"Evidence—do you fear It?"
"No!”
Hut her own fluttering heart told
her how she feared—everything.
"A taxicab!” exclaimed Father
Shannon, who had never left his post
at the window.
"Here!” exclaimed Graham.
"Captain Holbrook and another
man.”
"He’s asked to see me. * * * I
think he is* ready to talk now after
the effect of the night." said Graham
.n answer to Aline's questioning look.
"Where was he during the night?
Hia rooms?”
"The jail," replied Graham grimly.
"The JAIL! WHY SHOULD HE
BE IN JAIL--AND—I "
"He’s a soldier, my dear/* said
Father Shannon proudly, for that this
soldier m is Ms friend. * \
night's hardship to a lad like him?”
"Mr. Holbrook, suh," announced
lluttie.
There entered Larry Holbrook,
Jaunty, clean-shaven, well-groomed,
self-possessed, and s»h nving never a
murk of hardship from a night in jail.
G i a ham looked at him quisically.
"Good morning!" said our Captain,
easily. "Won't you tell this officer,
Mr. Graham, to wait in the hall for
me?" And he looked with quick lift
ing eyebrow at Donnell, ex-guardian
of camera and telltale plateholder—
and now guardian-in-chief to one
Lawrence Holbrook.
Another Scheme.
•Til answer for Captain Holbrook.”
salt! the District Attorney.
"AH right. Councilor." Donnell
grinned at tHe prisoner. "Simply
obeyin' orders, Captain.”
"Certainly.” said Holbrook, in hi?*
unruffled good humor, and added
quite as an afterthought,* "Have a
cigar?”
"Oh—no—sor!” said Donnell, mak
ing n hasty *'\ii from the danger zone
of ‘‘pickings.*’
The light of 'uischief went from
H« Ibrook’s eyes—and another light
burned instead. His voice deepened
to its rare tone of protecting tender
ness. as he went to the one womai^
to all the world
"They let me stay in mv room—and
you—they took you recited Aline
in a flat tone of horror. With love
had no part now—but fair play-
fair play—that must be seen to at
once.
"Don’t bother about me. I was
perr-fectly comfortable,” said the
Captain with a warm smile and the
lure of the Blarney in his mellow
voice.
"But the Injustice of it—I can’t live
and ” The girl was wild past all
discretion now—she burned with
hatred for her own numbing cow
ardice.
"THERE’S NO INJUSTICE WHEN
THE FOX HOUNDS FOLLOW THE
RED HERRING THAT YOU DRAG
OVER THE TRAIL—I WANTED
THEIR ATTENTION TO ME ”
’ Red herring?'” queried the Dis
trict Attorney. "I’ve got to take notice
of every admission, direct or Indirect,
Captain, that you make in my hear
ing."
Holbrook faced him and spoke with
a seriousness that weighted every
word with force.
"There isn’t time, Mr. Graham, for
indirection. Your daughter is keeping
still by my advice. Perhaps not the
wisest advice—I’m a poor lawyer—
she needs the best. My night in the
jail gave my slow wits time to go
'round the matter. It’s too serious to
deprive the girl of counsel. MR.
GRAHAM. YOU’LL HAVE TO PART
COMPANY WITH DEMPSTER!”
"Right—quite right, Mr. Graham,"
added Father Shannon.
"You mean?” a.«*ked the father, look
ing at his daughter. * * * She
bowed her weary head oeneath itf
weight of same and woe.
"You are involved in this thing?”
breathed the man slowly.
“Yes. . . awfully,” sobbed the girl
in the relief of expression.
Quickly spoke her champion, "Self-
defense, sir.”
"You mean—the killing!” gasped
the horrified father.
”Sli! Those are thin doors—only a
w hisper.” said the captain, ever alert
for ambuscade.
‘ Tell me ” groaned Graham.
"YES. I KILLED HIM, DADDY; 1
KILLED HIM,” sobbed Aline.
"My God!" whispered the sw’orn foe
of all criminals.
"There’s no evidence whatever. 1
brok»» the negative from the camera.
Nobody knows Aline was out of the
house.” the captain hastened to as
sure him—with the assumption that
the dispenser of justice was ready to
foil his grim idea of "an eye for an
eye and a tooth for a tooth" now.
"I KILLED HIM—I KILLED A
MAN,” moaned Aline.
"You went to Flagg's house?”
“Yes.”
“Why?"
“He telephoned me to come."
"What reason?” persisted the Coun
cilor. in h tone that he could scarce
k*»ep from being judicial instead of
fatherly.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
A Tale of an Alarm Clock ^
„ H
OW do I look?” inquired Miss
McCarthy, as she circled
about in front of the mirror
In the rest room.
"You look fierce. Marne," said Miss
Tillman with an obvious effort. "That
color makes you look like a ripe
squash.”
'Well!” exclaimed Miss McCarthy,
stiffening angrily. "Of all the nerve!
if you can’t think of something po
lite to say, Jen Tillman, you’d just
about as well keep still. I don’t know
that I care about being talked so
rude to.”
“I didn’t mean to be rude, Marne,”
rejoined Miss Tillman, humbly. "It’d
only Just that when it comes to fibs.
I'm on the water wagon."
"You!" shrilled Miss McCarthy, for
getting her indignation in her aston
ishment. "Since when, please?”
“Since last evening. I found out It
ain’t healthy for me to lie."
“Go on and tell it,” said Miss Mc
Carthy.
7HR TO I AG MAX.
“You remember that young man I
told you about who looks and acts
so awkward 0 ’’ asked Miss Tillman.
“Well, I’ve been trying to dodge him
for the last couple of months. Still,
when it comes to candy and flowers
and such things he’s a wonder. He
was just craxv to take me somewhere,
but I simply couldn't stand the
thought of going any place with a
fellow that looks so hayseedy.
*1 kept putting him off until last
week, and then he got so determined
about my taking dinner downtown
with him and going to a show after
ward that, honest, there didn't seem
to be a thing more that I could say
against it Finally I just said that
I would go Wednesday night. Then
tie asks where would I meet him, and
I ssys I’d meet him on such and such
a corner, having no more idea of do
ing it than anything. I thought I’d
pretend afterward that I couldn’t get
away from work until It waa too
late, or something.
"Well, nothing would do Wednes
day morning but that I should bring
down pa’s alarm clock to get it fixed.
It had quit work and he loves his
clocks better than he does his folks.'
So that night when I was ready to
go home I beat it over to the car
with the alarm clock under my arm.
Well, who should I see at the very
corner where I was going to get on
the car but Joe, the fellow I had
promised to meet there!
"Thinks T to myself, ‘Here’s where
you get yours, all right.’ But I
sneaked around back of the crowd
and got in the car. Then that fool
ish, weak-minded alarm clock actu
ally began to ring! Honest, I never i
felt so funny in my life. Here was
little me. all tucked in behind a fat
woman and my face all covered up
with my hat, and there was the
alarm clock yelling Its head off! I ‘
got off that car In a hurry at tho
same corner, the clock still ringing.”
“Oh, gee!" said Miss McCarthy.
Did the Joe fellow hear it?”
"Hear it!" repeated Miss Tillman.
"I should say he did. And he wasn't
the only one. Before it got through
I think everybody in the world heard
it. Everybody began laughing and
crowding up to see what was going
on, and just about the time a police
man was trying to get in to see what
was the matter Joe came up."
"Aw, say, wasn’t that too bad?”
cried Miss McCarthy, sympathetically.
"Well, to tell you the truth,’’ ad
mitted Miss Tillman, “he looked kind
of good to me then for on re in his
life."
“But how did you get out of going
to dinner with him?” queried Miss
McCarthy.
"I didn’t get out of it. I didn't
seem to have any spirit left in me. I
Just went.
A RKAL CUE.
'To tell you the truth,” went on
Miss Tillman after a moment’s pause,
"I’ve done worse things in my llfa
That fellow certainly does know how
to show a girl a good time. We had
a swell dinner and then we took In
the best show in town, and there
were roses and a box of candy to take
home with me. Joe certainly does
know how to treat a girl. And he’s
smart,” concluded Miss Tillman. "He
knew' I didn’t want to go places with
him and coming home he asked me
why. And I told him.”
"Gee, you never did!” ejaculated
Miss McCarthy. "What did he say?”
"He asked me to go with him and
help him pick out some real swell
clothes, and I’m going,” rejoined MLss
Tillman, defiantly.
Miss McCarthy curved her hand
back of her ear and leaned forward
as if listening.
"Ting-a-ling-ling!” she chirped. ‘T
hear that alarm clock tuning up to
play the wedding march."
His Mistake.
In a small country' church, not long
since, a little child was brought for
ward for baptism. The young minis
ter, taking the little one in his arms,
spoke as follows:
“Beloved hearers, no one can fore
tell the future of this little child. He
may grow up to be a great astrono
mer. like Sir Isaac Newton, or a great
labor leader like John Burns; and it
is possible he might become Presi
dent.
Turning to the mother, he inquired,
"What is the name of the child?"
"Mary Ann,” was the reply.
A Short Week
XMAS RATES
The Goodleys once had a parrot. Of
course, it was a perfectly respectably
bird, occasionally, but on Sunday
evenings, when .Mr. Saintly paid his
regular visits, it was deemed advis
able to cover Polly with a cloth.
Recently, however, Mr. Saintly took
id vantage of the half-holiday accru-
Reduced over N., C.
L. Ry. and W. & A.
Apply any Agent.
& St.
R. R.
made an extra call on a Wednesday.
As he was ushered in Miss Mary
Goodley dexterously threw the cloth
over Polly’s cage Greetings over,
there ensued the usual awkward
pa ise which was oroken by a squeak
from the covered cage:
"Well. I’ll be everlastingly blessed,”
said Polly, "this has been a thunder
ing short week.”
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