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© a It Is E asy for a Man to Write a Love Letter to His Wife: Just Enclose a Check MAGAZINE 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 *♦* 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? • ♦ 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. ■$*<*> «>©t 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- » —- 1 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.” CHICHESTER S PILLS , the piamovu brand, si-A aiiicW ' ’boa. W © mr V * V,"L 1 V amonu brand. r? A •*. y ou p brfor . Hi;,nioud?ir*nrf I HI© In Ked and No-es. sealed with Clue Ribbon’ . alto in other. n u .r of re A»k f >r Cl; f.f'Iffr A»k for rih.C'lfk’ieTFBte 1>I A)T«tvn RRAKD P!l.I.s, <5® 5 kn'twnn Betr.Ssfest. Always RaJlnbU SOLD BY DRUGGISTS T. ERYttHFP: PER TON His Jellico Coal Co, 82 PEACHTREE ST. Atlanta Phone 3698 Beii Phone Ivy 1585