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- - y-,.."-" 1 ”.'"’ ■x. ^ It Is Easy for a Man to Write a Love Letter to His Wife: lust Enclose a Check ■\ ; © § TT A r r i THE HURDY-GURDY By LILIAN LAUFERTY. What Is Your Chief Attraction t •* Posed especially for this page by the Jar din de Danse entertainers. Three types to make you think i O th» tune of the hnrriy-frtrdy they danced on the etty street. FOR THE OLD BY WILLIAM F. KIRK And all who passed stood smiling to watch their tripping feet; For a child was made for dancing, for glee and mirth and play. wM And the Joy of youth sets a Spring-time gleam on the mu.rk of the Winter day. i' < ft- '■ A*^ *%• ’*• - m I i M ' i &>. -••• ^'y * ' • , uW^i t• - - ■ * * - >V ‘^ V *•* 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 what of their leaden footsteps that nerer knew tripping feet— Shall one child work In the factory and one child dance In the street? / ■ Shall the little Children labor In the Country of the Free, And the beckoning gleam of the golden sun be a Joy they may not see? Shall we dance to ttre hurdy-gurdy of greed and lust and gold, And buy ourselves a tawdry youth In the pain of a child grown old? m<\W M ngfe* ,y-$. V-rt. mm ■ A TALE OF A CODFISH J ONES Ie an honorable man And Jones being an honorable man, la likewise an honest map. TJiim It name about the other day that Jonea visited hl» fishmonger t-o pau an account- Mr. Koddlyn, having received the pione-y due, turned hla back ter a few minutes till he yivote a re ceipt. And In the short space of time Jones was tempted, and—tell it net In Gath!—Jones fell A good-sized codfish lay within reach, and Jones eould not resist the temptation to annex it. Accord ingly the ftsb soon fotMid Its way from tfie sjab Into hie ront-bai! pocket,—at least the most of it, as, without Junsw knowing, the tail projected. Mr. Koddlyn had ttia receipt written, and our erring friend haodi* received It, turned to leave the ekop wvth a “Good da-y t“ “Goad day, air, and tfiaak you,” returned the tdrweter and then, his ej* failing on Jones’s csr t-. f-n.uis he csU,,(i . "Qh, by the by, }fa- Jonea!” Jones tunned back- -Excuse me ca«Udg you back. Mr. Jons*," -Ahc man erf tftah said; ‘'there w*s something I almost emitted to bell you:’’ •’What was t>h«W' estk-td Jones, curiously ••WoU. Mr. Jotted;’’ returned the other, significantly, nbe nest time you visit this shop, please wear a coat with deeper -pochttIs, or—er—er—commandeer a shorter fish!'’ w L •" ■- Mi , '■• ’i’Sss* >>' JS -WM .> ‘H ; * ..4 V - 'ft f;. f „ t: ' ''' sL ••** M ANT years ago they banbshed Evsry thowgbt of worldly CMMs; AM fFrwvgOl of rOdt* tea vsB^had From rtfplT terftf said s?en*er fTitibea Rut tbfty rest, wfierr rtw hlaanln*. And the stwset’s dreamy glow Holds a deeper, sweeter meaning Than Die young can ever know A** ♦♦A • y Beatrice Allen. :tm4 By Maude Miller. W HAT is your best feature? Do you ever stop to take stock of,your face? Have vou. stud ied your fig-o point* ntd le i: ;ted to ac cent them-to bring-them into tli- ' r,,r rov<>> I as it were, and to make them ovei shadow your, facia! weaknesses? Specialize on jour g>, *1 and mere' 'u i> veil your had mw, and v. th no more of a stock in trade than .a wistful Jinn a < .irv. t smile y- l may "mtut-•*” to he a piety girl! • Up in the lard in de D New York Roof there are three fasclnhlingly pretty girls, who are well dowered hy Nature in diver.-, ways. And ea<th one of them is clover enough to empha size the good jsnints -of her pretty face so well that if there,were less good ones no one would ever sift pect it. The hsst-head-on-thmleft is-Uiat of the -winsome They have hived their ardent tovers. They have kleeed In year* gone by, And a misty halo bowra O'er the loves that bad Co die. They can dream ef faded gterles. And each dream will %tina mere )<ry Than r mWWon pesalon Merles Pasbcd between R -gtrl and a boy ♦♦A d>**> We are young and we are strtdBg For the th'ags they need to reave; They, while splendidly surviving, Smile serenely at the grave. And we etrugglo alt-boo vainly With the lwipe that we can MU Half the things they see so plainly, Half the-things they know so wall AT TIMES ANIMALS Betty Martin. ta b'U'iotie bp Hi Beatrice Mien, who dances so de lightfully. To hor grace she adds a face whose lovely ovul contour sun doe-, not spoil by any set conventional coiffure. H r high plied dark hair etn- ph.isizea the soft sweep of line from cheek to chin, and forms a background for her heavy browed Ori- Ltfiinn Bradley. ental eyes. Graceful contour Is the thing Miss Allen strives for. In the centre is Betty Martin, wlm acce.ii.8 the charm of her snpnuno voice by the warming smite that gathers hor listeners Into a band of futentlfl who are rr irty to lib ten anil enjoy. There is some- thins; personal and intimate about Miss Martin’s friendly smite. It Slaves a kindly mouth into gen erous curve and shows teeth that would sell any dentifrice. Cham of express ton i ■ Mise Martin hrlngB out. in a fashion to win frionds and admirers. Hiss .Lillian Bradley Is a statuesque lilonite who cultivates repose of nnvmec and very restful are lmr stfetdy eyes, well-groomed hair U nd woii,minded lips in those days .of fever and unrest and aero batic grandparents. Grooming end lireading mrtko the fine blooded horse and the aristneratir, woman tlioroiFghbreds In their oluss. And it is these *jme Qualitte.s '.hat give Miss Bradley di.iemotive beauty. tt |T Is imposslbls to erectly imitate the voice of I an animal," aald Minna, learnedly. "Some poo- * 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 judge?” asked 81ma 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 kingdom?" queried Sima. "Yea. ' answered Minns, adding, "I was going to say 'except a donkey,' but I remember that yen did that quite naturally." •'Done for ten cents!” exclaimed Sima He went to the middle of the room, and the ethers awaited the result. Sims stood perfectly quiet for a minute, then returned to his seat and asked for the tsn cents. "What do you call that? That's no Imitation," orted Minns. "Excuse me," observed Sims, politely, "that tm a fish.” And the others Insisted upon Minns parting with the money. A Bachelor's Diary •-* He Leaves the Nurse AT BAY s' A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers * A Tale of an Alarm Clock ^ By MAX. O CT. 27—No woman has the right to put the responsibility of her conduct on the man. She should never say, as SaLiy Spencer has said, in effect to me: “I love you; I am weak; you are strong. What ever happens to ns in the future wiii depend on you.' 1 am not strong. The man never lived who was strong, if 6aiiy we* e u yoang gin. or an unmarried woman, knowing men oniy ns snu secs uiem in tn« heroes in boohs atm plays, uei ignorance wouxd be pitiful, and, in a way, would be net defense. But sac has been married ten or twelve years to the weakest man ever created. There is nothing she does not know ibout my sex. Keen, observing, of an analytical mind, I have known her to i eaa a man the hrst time she met aim, and to point out weaknesses and efects which no one suspected at the ’ime, but which later developed. I have seen her give the man who coasted of his strength such a chlld- ,ke 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 trans gressed the law. Diary—but just to prove his weakness. She is a clever woman, a beautiful woman, a woman born to love and be loved and is a neglected wife! That 1b a bad combination. I 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 «round it to prove he is npt afraid. He likes to flirt with it. dilly dally with it, and temporize with it, say ing ail the time. “Ah, who’s afraid f ynu! You think I am weak like* ther men, don’t you? Well. I am not!” And to show that he is not afraid be walks a little closer to it. and 'lares it. in the maudlin manner of my onceited sex. to come on’ And if it hesitates in its advance, he knows It not. for he has begun to pursue it! Oh. Sally. Sally! Yo* who know the men. to talk o' <pur strength. I am shamed of you! October 2$—f have answered Sal e's letter at last, and this is a copy. I’ may hMp me to square myself wtth mv conscience should mieh a future djnstment of mv moral accounts be ccessary. My dear Sally—Your letter inter- ed me so much that I have been a -Ah in trying to frame a reply ■''rhaps you may think it string' 1 a man should pause outalau 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 walls, it is not strange that he hesitates and may turn away- ‘'There was a time, my dear girl, when I was young, that I would scale the walls to obtain that for which th-* gates are now opening inward for me. but the spirit of adventure cools with the years, and a man who has been decent almost half a century h:\s a pride in his record that has the sav ing grace of a moral sense, “I would like to keep tb • l ire clean, my dear. No doubt when St. Peter looks at me ov^er the rim t i.i- glasses it will be art accusing ey< 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. Hut will bear no resentment to this custodian of earthly accounts and heavenly jewels. St. Peter was not a bttsiness man and simply doesn't understand. “But he was a man on earth at one time, and knew many women, and for that reason .I feel satisfied that I 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 .never attacked a sheepfold, will not have to ask for mercy. “I love you, Sally. I do not claim i' is entirely a spiritual, love. Th..; variety of affection is found only in the books, and here, of late, even the romancists are flavoring it ighly with the love of the flesh. I love you with the love a man gives the woman he would like to marry And that means that I respect you above all other women Would you car*.- : i ,k that respect? Believe me, dear j?irl, a man’s respect is worth more than h g love any day. land pruning, and hold;;.:; jack. member*that! H Ke- “Mai letf Tompk ins r^y hoi ne. vants,. a/t souls My thing.. man* need he has an his fr!- 'ills is well. Richgrd. and the other friends for I cannot call, them sv - thv same dear faltluful sickness taught' me many, among them was that no fve! friendless so long f t- •inploje. They want to bt and it is his fault if they I are riot. “We still have and love the brown- eyed pup. His heart breaks every, morning when Mauette starts off t. I School without him,, and heals every ! rfight yvh i s - c imeg home. “1 a;n leavi u; the pretty nurse re j the last. A good'girl, Saliy; a !ovi;r» and lovable girl, jtist fascinating enough to make me wicked in mv thoughts, and ju^t good enough to make rne a better r an than I have ever been, in my actions. “Max.” jppsj gpy c (From the play by Oeorge Scar- bor - vv be I nc presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York, i Serial .r ghts held and copyrighted by Intend tional News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. ‘look * 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, 1 « i 1 is ten ^ nMh^ Word of j God Is safe in your hand*-; but when I the young fellows from Bt. AnjTrew’s come along, it takes me all my time to watch them.” JUST A FRIEND. •Come or not * as H please?* you. You will find me your good friend, as 1 have always been. But it is a friendship that needs watching Since woman suffrage was gran, i in Illinois there have been three elec tions, and on each occasion less than 10 per cent of the women voted. A bee, unladen, will fly 40 miles an hour, but one coming home laden with honey does not travel faster than 12 miles an hour. Grapes contain from 12 to 26 per cent of sugar—more, that is, than any ! other fruit. Are we to hold ragtime revues arid other hustling forms of entertainment responsible for the following tragedy? A music hall artist who used to tour the provinces with a flock of performing ducks tound managers no longer willing to book his sedate show After he had been resting^foi* some time he received a telegram asking him to open on the following’Monday at a var-n y theater in tli*- nurtli of Kngland. In reply he wired; “Regret cun not oorne. Have eaten the Act.” A witness in a ‘particular case had been examined by the lawyer of the plaintiff and was turned over to the Litfryor for the defense for cross-exami nation “N-ivv. then. Mr.' began the legal one, “what did 1 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. 1)0 you polish them or do you move them?” “What does he mean by about?’” til.- puavered. “Search, I suppose,” said her father. “For what?” “Evidence—do you fear it?” “No!” * But her own fluttering heart told her how she feared—everything. ‘A*, taxicab!” exclaimed Father 'Shannon, who had never left his post at the window. “He^e!” exclaimed Graham. Hoi moi ■■ and another man.” “He’s asked to see me. * * * I think he is ready to talk now after the effect of tin* night.” said Graham .n answer to A line's questioning look. “Where was he during the night? Hie rooms?” •“The jail,” replied Graham grimly. “The JAIL.! WHY SHOULD HE BE IN .TAIL—AND—I- “He's a .soldier, my dear,” said Fat *r St anon proudly, for that this soldier was his friend. “What’s one nigh.V hardship to a lad like him?” “Mr. Holbrook, • suh,” announced Hai • ie. There entered Larry Holbrook, l- shaven, well-groomed, d. and showing never a ’.ship from a night in jail, ced at him tjuisically. ning!” said our Captain, n’t you tell this officer, M»r. Graham, to wait in the hall for in,-?" • u quick lift - ing ey. br’'' it Donnell, ex-guardian of i. <’•. mot-; and telltale plateholder— and now • uurcian-in-chief to one Lawrence Holbrook. Another Scheme. “fll ins’ r for Captain Holbrook.” sale th<- District Attorney. right, Councilor,” Donnell ’ the prisoner. “Simply orders, Captain.” she 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. ’Hut 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 ar ..ace. “THERE’S NO INJUSTICE WHEN THE FOX HOUNDS FOLLOW THE RED HERRING THAT YOU DRAG OVER THE TRAIL—I WANTED THEIR ATTENTION TO ME ” “‘Rod 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 se riousness 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?” asked the father, look ing at his daughter. * * • She ill T°’ hr A little girl, finding her g*.indfather zing, clambered os to his knee and ad iv ,red to xwaken him by pulling Austria was the first country adopt the system of postcardi. Thir- was in IStty. • 1 sc d from :d the c hoyed at being dia ful nap. the oid ma peaceful nap. the old mai 1M for her roughness. “Wotigh!” she exclaimed, pouting. “I wasn't wo ugh. i was oily wying to open your eyes by the biwings.” self- n mark Giahh easLR ”W< bowed her weary head oeneath its weight of srme find woe. “You are involved in this thing?” breathed the man slowly. “Yes. . . . awfully,” sobbed the girl iri the relief of expression. Quickly spoke her champion, “Self- defense, sir.” “You mean—the killing!” gasped the horrified father. “Sh! Those are thin doors—only a whisper,” said the captain, ever alert for ambuscade. “Tell me ” groaned Graham. “YES, 1 KILLED HIM, DADDY; I KILLED HIM,” sobbed Aline. •OW do I look?” inquired Miss McCarthy, as she citV.e i 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 somethin* 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. Maine,” rejoined Miss Tillman, humbly. “It’s only just that when it comes to fibs. I’m on the water wagon.” “You!” shrilled Miss McCarthy, forr getting her indignation in her aston ishment “Since when, please?” “Since last evening. 1 found out It ain’t healthy for me to He.” “Go on and tell It.” said Miss Mc Carthy. THE YOUNG MAN. “Yon remember that young man 1 told you #bout who looks and acts so awkward?” 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 crazy to take me somewhere, but I simply couldn't stand the thought of going any place with a fellow that looks so hayseedy. “I kept putting him off unlit last week, and then he got ko determined about my taking dinner downtown with him and going to a show after ward that, honest, there didn’t secib to be a thing more that 1 could say against it. Finally I just said that I would go Wednesday night Then he asks where would I meet him, and I tuiys I’d meet him on such and such i corner, having no more Idea of do- g it than anything. I thought I’d pretend afterward that I couldn't get away from work until It wps toa late, or something. “Well, j thing would do Wednes day morning but that I should bring down ; i s alarm cloak to get it fixed. It had quit work and he loves his clocks better than he does his folks. So that night when 1 was ready to > ,> i..» t o. I beat It over to the car with th. alarm clock under my arm. Well, who should I see at the very corner where I was going to get on the cc r but Joe, the fellow I had promised to meet there! “Thinks l to myself, ‘Here’s where you get yours, all right.’ But I sneaked around back of the crowd and got in Lh* car. Then that fool ish, weak-minded alarm clock actu ally began to ring! Honest. 1 never i elt so funny in my life. Here was D•* me, all tucked in behind a fat wo nan and my face all covered up with my hat, and there was the iarm clook yelling its head off! I got off thai car In a hurry »t Lh* oamo corner, the clock still ringing.” “Oh, gee!” aald 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 Everybody began laughing and , .vo; ng up ,to see what was going on, arid just about the time a police- :can was trying to get in to see what was the matter Joe came up.” \w. say, wasn’t that too bad?” cried Miss McCarthy, sympathetically. “Well, to tell you the truth,” ad mitted Miss Tillman, “be looked kind rvf good to me then for once 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 HEAL CUE. “To tell you the truth,” went ort Miss Tillman after a moment’s pause. “I’ve done worse things in my life. 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 wank to go pJaces with him and coming home he asked me why. And I told him.” ”GeF\ you never did!” ejaculated Miss McCarthy. “What did he *ay?” 'He asked ms to go with him and help him pick out some real swell clothes, and Dm going,” rejoined Mias Tillman, defiantly. Miss McCarthy curved her hand, back of her ear and leaned forward as if listening. “Ting-a-ling-ling!” she chirped. “I hear that alarm clock tuning up to play the wedding march.” “All t;rin;r: 1 obeyin' ■ i cigar?” Id Holbrook, in his good humor, and added ; n afterthought, “Have a log a of “pi The He* I hr no—sor!” said Donnell, mak- t v exit from the danger zone ings.” , t of mischief went from ;< eyes -and another light Instead. His voice deepened ire tone of protecting tender- ;;<■* went to the one woman ie world. rrn stay in mv room—and i you 'icy took you ” recited Aline » in a iiut tone of horror. With love in “My God!” whispered the sworn foe of all criminals. “There’s no evidence whatever. 1 broke 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 a tone that he could scarce keep from being judicial instead of fatherly. A Short Week To ot Continued i©.morrow. The Gdodleys once had a parrot. Of course, it was a perfectly respectable bird, occasionally, but on Sunday evenings, when Air. Saintly paid his regular visits, it was deemed advis able to coyer Polly with a cloth. Recently, however, Mr. Saintly took advantage of the half-holiday accru ing to him through the Shop Act, and made an extra call on a Wednesday. As he was ushered in Miss Mar> Goodley dexterously threw the cloth over Polly's cage. Greetings over, there ensued the usual awkward pause, which was broken by a squeak from the covered (age: “Well, HI be everlastingly blessed,” said Polly, “this has been a thunder ing short week.” 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 flore- tell the future of this little child. He may grow' up to be a great astrono mer. like j?ir Isaac Newton, or a great labor leader like John Burns; and It is possible he might become Presi dent. 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