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THE HURDY-GURDY
By LM.IAN L/MJFERTY.
O the tune of the hurdy-gurdy they danced on the
oity street,
And all who passed stood smiling to watch the.It
tripping feet;
For a child was made for dancing, for glee and mirth i
and play,
And the 5oy of youth sets a Springtime gleam on tha [
murk of the Winter day.
What Is Your Chief Attraction f s • &
Posed especially for this page by the Jar din de Danse entertainers.
Three types to make you think
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But what of the OTHER CHItlDREN, bound 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 never knew
tripping feet—
Shall one child work In the factory and one child dance
In the street?
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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 tire hurdy-gurdy of greed and luet
and gold,
And buy oureclvea a tawdry youth In the pain of a
child grown old?
|A~TALE OF A CODFISH]
J OKES Is an heBerable man. And Janes, being an
honorable man. Is likewise an honest map.
Thue It came adopt the Other flay that Jones
vielted hl» fishmonger to pay an acopupt.
Mr. Koddlyn. having raealvaj (.fje fijoncy due.
termed hi* back for a few minutes till he wrote a re
ceipt. And in the short spaca of ttrpe .Jorcs was
tempted, and—tell it not in Sath'—JOBps tei).
A good-eiaed codfish lay within reach, and .dbnes
could not resist the temptation (to afifiAF lp. Accord
fngly the fish soon found Its way frp*a the *taj> into
hie coat-tail pocket—at least the mpst of It. as,
without Jones knowing, the tail projected.
Mr. Koddlyn had the receipt written, and our
erring friend, haying received it, turned to leave the
■hop with a “Good dao'1”
"Good day. air, and thank you,” returned the
ishmonger. and then, Ms eye falling on Jones's
co&t-taSto, he csil.ed.
•*b*h, by the by, ktr. Jojvaal”
Jones turned hank,
'•Excuse me caWihag you back, Mr. drPrirae^'-' *t|te flva^i
«f dish saW,-; “theca -was something I almost omitted
t-o tell jk>u.”
‘What was AttftW?'' naked Jon.es. curiously.
'“Wen, Mr. Jones. 1 ’ ceturned the other, significantly,
“the next time you .visit this shop, please wear _a
cqr* with deeper -pookets, «t-—or—er—commandeer -a
shorter fish'.''
FOR THE OLD
BY WILLIAM F. KIRK
M
-AWY years ego (hoy baalshod
Every thwoRttf of worldly
' Att AT y**n* A
FYort t'hs% Wkt aw* AlsmAwr trvrnn
Btrt fbey AHWi, aftfcr Ufa s'lsartf*)*
And the twfiedfV ffrmwrry fitww
Holds -a deeper. Kwooter meaning
Thftn file yotlltg can ever knww.
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Wiey have -loved fltelr *n1atu Iwbbxb,
They have Closed to.7n«Ts-gone d>r,
And a misty -halo hovel’s
O'er the ‘towns’ that bad -to die.
They can dream *f fatted gJoiAes,
And-eaeli-Adeam w4H’Art»g.merex)oy
Than a mHWon passlonisteriea
f , aased'fietweenta glrl'’H»d a boy.
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We are young and we eve ehrtvlni
For -the things they used to arwrr ,
They, while spiendlfily sitrvrisdsg.
Smile serenely a,t-d.he grants.
And we sIto ggle-air-too’vai Ply
With the hape- tliat’wo can tell
Half the tlitefis they see so plKinly,
Half the things they know so wall
T T7 THAT is-your best feature? Do-you ever,slop
Yto take stooko£youriaGo? Have you.biuU-
’ ’ ied your flue points and learned to-ac
cent them—to bring-theim iato-the-£oKegr-ound r asjdt
were, and to make them overshadow your facial
weaknesses?
Specialize on your.good points and mercifully
veil your bad ones, ? aad with no more of a, stock in
trade tlian^avWi^tfml.dJJmple or.a curving smile-you
may “arrange’’ tovhe r a ? pretty gjvl!
Up in the Jar din de Daase -on the i\' ew York
Roof th^re. are three fascinatingiy pretty girls,
yftop. are wej 1.dowered• by Nature,in.diverse ways.
And . each ,-oae of them is clever enough ■ to empha
size, the. good, paiuts^-of her .pretty fa6e ,so well that
if-there -were less-good onasjio. one-would ever, sus
pect, it.
T^ierifirstyhead,on;Uie:Jeft-is T Uiat,-ofthe-rWinsoni6
Betty Martin.
brunette beauty, Beatrice Allen, who dances so de
lightfully. To her grace she adds a face whose
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,
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
Hh °uld never say, as Sally Spencer
has said, in effect to me: “I love you;
‘ am weak; you are strong. What
ever happens to us In the future will
depend on you.”
I am not strong. The man never
lived who was strong. If Sally were
n young girl, or an unmarried woman,
knowing men only as she sees them
>n the heroes in books and plays, hoi
gnorance would be pitiful, and, in a
wa J. would be ner defense. But she
lias been married ten or twelve yea»ra
to the weakest man ever created,
inere is nothing she does not know'
Loout my sex. Keen, observing, of an
»ualytical mind, I have known her to
ead a man tho first time she met
■ :m, and to point out weaknesses and
defects which no one suspected at the
me, but which later developed.
I have seen her give the man who
coasted of his strength such a child-
ke look of admiration that he at
Jnce became like putty in her hands.
*nd 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
^'oman, a woman born to love and be
loved and is a neglected wife! That
■* a bad combination. I can think of
none worse.
She is tired of being a Pullman car
tramp and wants to come home. J
*’ould ask the pretty nurse to marry
m*. 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
"ith it, and temporise with it, say
ing ail the time. “Ah. who's afraid
' you! You think I am weak like-
’ er men, don't you? Well. I am
not!” j
And to show that he is not afraW
ho walks a little closer to It, and
i res 't, | u the maudlin manner of my
oiueited sex. to come onl And If it
fates Iri Its advance, he knows It
:,oT - for he has begun to pursue it!
'Jh, Sally. Sally! Yoi who know' the
n *en, to talk of our strength. T am
ashamed of you!
October 28—I h*’'* a-swered Sal-
s letter at last, and this is a copy.
" V h^ip me to sonars myself with
n ’ v r ©ns' , !enre should such a future
• fitment of my moral accounts bf
r pssarv.
Mv dea- Sally—Your 1e*ter Inter-
- °'J me so much that T hav« be**n
’ “’’h in trying to frame n rep!-.
:r *’-bnpx voij may think if stra^ >•
a man should pause outs;.:
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/ A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
Lillian Bradley.
enial ey«j. Graceful contour is the tiling
Allen striven tor.
In .the -certinto is JBetty -Martin, viiiu accc its the
ubanm of tier eoprano vcicr by J.iia -warming smile
that, gathers -her Intteners into a hand of frlenda
who ere ready Ud -ttmen and enjoy. There is some
thing personal anti intimate about Miss Marl id’s
tfiieiufty emile. It curves a kindly mouth into gen
erous curve and shows teeth that would sell any
derUiffSioe. Oharm cal expression is .the point Miss
Martin trtings out in :a ftmhirm to win “ffienttH and
admirers.
MisBlIillltan Breilley il« » .-H*Htu«truB BhmttB who
miltivatos iiepose Of manner, .and very tactful .are
UeT etoaijy eyas, welkereomeii -hair and welhmoldcd
Itpe sin these days -of fewer and unrest and acro
batic ,grandparents. Ornoirting sand breeding nifilco
the fine hlnnrted horse sand rtim aristnuratir. woman
thoroughbreds hn tttrair oolaae. And tt ts liiase same
guallttas that give Miss Bradley ilia emotive Imauty.
“I
IT Is invposeiblrt to nx&ctly Imitsts ths voles of
an animal,” Raid Minns, learssdly. “Soms poo-
p!e rocko-n that th*y aro v«ay clover In Imita
tion* of that kind, but anyono who knows can ««•
that they are all out.”
'Who told you that you were a Judge?" asked Sima
Then Minns got cross and offered te bet Mm h«JJ a
dollar that he could not execute even a plauefkle
imitation of an animal.
"Any member of the animal kingdom?" queried
Sims.
••Yes,” answered Minns, adding. "I wae going to say
‘except a donkey,’ but I remember that yon did that
quite naturally.”
"Done for ten oente!” exclaimed Sims.
He went to the middle of tha room, and the others
awaited the result. Sims stood perfectly quiet torn a
minute, then returned to his seat and asked for the
ten cents.
"What d# you call that? Tha^a ne rattatten."
cried Minns.
"Excuse me.” observed Sims, politely, "that was a
fish.”
And the othera. insisted upon Minns parting with
the money.
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 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.
"1 would like to keep the slate
clean, my dear. No doubt when St.
Peter looks at me over the rim of his
glasses it will be an accusing ey* be
cause of the slaughter 1 have done to
my business competitors, and if
there is a crown there for me it will
r.ot be double-derlcod. nor heavy with
jewel*. But will bear no resentment
to this custodian of earthly accounts
and heavenly jewels Ft. Peter was
not a business man and simply doesn't
understand.
‘‘But he wa.« a man on earth at one
time, and knew many women, and for
that reason 1 feel satisfied that I will
not be judged harihly. 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 rheopfold, wMll not have to
ask for mercy.
"I love you, Sally. T do not claim it
Is entirely a spiritual love. That
variety of affection Is found only in
the books, and here, of late, even the
romaneists are flavoring it highly
with the love of the flesh. ] love you
with the love a man give* the woman
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
man’s respect is worth more than h ! a
love any day.
J1 ST \ FBIE.\D.
"Come home, or not, as !t pleases
you. You will find me your good
friend, as I have always been. But it
is a friendship that needs watching,
and pruning, and holding back. Re
member that!
"Manett© is* well. Richards
Tompkins and the other friends in
my home, for l cannot call them ser
vants, are the same dear faithful
souls. My sickness taught me many
things, and among them was that no
man need feel friendless so long ns
he has an employe. They want to he
hi« friends, and it i s his fault if they
are not.
‘‘We still have and love the brnwn-
! eyed pup. Ills heart breaks every
| morning when Manet te starts off tc
(school without him. and heads every
I night,when she comes home.
"I am leaving the pretty nurse tc
the last A good girl, Sally: a loving
1 and lovable girl, just fascinating
I enough to make me wicked in mv
thoughts, and Just good enough tc
make me a better man than I have
ever been, in my actions.
•max.”
fNovelized ky>
Sfnoe woman suffrage was grant* <1
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.
drape- contain from 12 to 2*> per
cent of sugar—more, that is, than any
nthA-r fruit.
Austria was the first country to
ui< > 1 • i j.*• sy stem of postcards. This
was in 1S60.
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 actod 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:
"Week meenister, I ken the Word of
God is safe in your hands; but when
the young fellows from Ft. Andrew's
come along, it tak*‘S me all iny time to
watch them.”
Are wo to hold ragtime revues and
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 found managers no longer willing
to book his sedate show. After he had
been resting for some time he received
a telegram asking hirn to open on the
following Monday at a variety theater
in the north of Kngland. In reply he
w ired:
"Regret can not come. Have eaien
the Act."
A witness in a particular case had
be«-n examined by the lawyer of the
plaintiff and \vu turned over to the
lawyer for the defense for cross-exami-
na lion
"Now, then. Mr. Smith,” began the
legal one. "what di<j I understand you
to say ihat your occupation is?”
"I am a piano finisher,” answered the
witness.
"Yes. I see.” peraisted the lawyer;
"bu: you must be more definite. I »o
y ou polish them or do you move them?”
\ little girl, finding her grandfather
. tda
■ - i • o rr
eyflai > .s '
•? l»ed from a ]' * f •: 1 nap. ; »’c oh!
-- olded • • o <: <i : i*m- l oughm--<
VY*. .go ! ’ >..*• • claimed, pouting. "I
wasn't wough. I was only iw.nig lo
open your eyes by the stwinga.”
(From the play by George Scar
borough, now being presented ai the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Ferial rights held and copyrighted hy
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“What does he mean by Uooiv
about?’ ” she quavered.
"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.
“Here!” exclaimed Graham.
“Captain Holbrook and another
man.”
“He’s asked to see me. * * * I
think lie i«? ready to talk now after
the effect of the night.” said Graham
answer lo .Mine’s questioning look.
“Where was he during the night?
llis rooms'.'”
“The jaij.” replied Graham grimly.
"The JAIL! WHY SHOULD HE
B K IX J AIL - A X D—I ”
“He’s a soldier, my dear,” said
Father Shannon proudly, for that this
' ler was his friend. "What’s oni
soh.
like him?”
announced
nignt’s hardship to a
"Air. Holbrook, suh
Hattie.
There entered Larry Holbrook,
jam ty. clean-shaven, \Cel 1 -groomed,
self-possessed, and showing never a
mark of hardship from a night in jail.
Giaham looked at him quiaically.
“Good morning!” said our Captain,
easily. “Won't you tell this officer,
Mr. Graham, to wait in the hall for
me?” And lie looked with quick lift
ing eyebrow at Donnell, ex-guardian
of . camera and telltale plateholder—
am 1 now guardian-in-* hief to one
Lawrence Holbrook.
Another Scheme.
"I’ll nswr-r fur Captain Holbrook,”
sail the District Attorney.
"All light, Councilor,” Donnell
grinned it the prisoner. “Simply
obeyin' orders, Captain.”
"Certainly,” said Holbrook, in his
unruffled good humor, and added
ouite ak an afterthought, "Have a
cigar?”
"Oh no — sor!” said Donnell, mak
ing a hasty exit from the danger zon**
of "pickings.”
The light of mischief went from
Tfr Ihrook’s eyes .md another light
turned instead. His voice deepened
to its raie tone of protecting tender-
a - hr v ent to the one woman
in all the world.
"The.; let me stay in mv room and
you- they look yon- ” rc< ited Aline
in a li tone of horror. WiLa
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.
“But the injustice of it—I can’t live
and ” The girl was wild past ail
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
OYER THE TRAIL—T 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, .VIr. 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
hound the matter. It’s too serious to
Ueprivo 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. * 0 • She
bowed her weary head beneath its
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—t lie killing!” gasped
the horrified father.
”Sh! Those are thin doors -only a
whisper,” said the captain, ever alert
for ambuscade.
"Tell me — 1 ” groaned Graham.
YES. 1 KILLED HIM, DADDY; I
KILLED HIM,” sobbed Aline.
“My God!” whispered the sworn foe
of p 11 criminals.
“There's no evidence whatever. 1
broke the negative from the camera
Nobody known Aline was out of the
house,” tiie captain hastened to as
sure him—with the assumption that
the dispenser of justice was ready to
foil his grim idea of “an eve 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 telephonci; me to come.”
“What reason?" peraisted the Coun
cilor, in h ton*- that he could scarce
keep from being judicial instead ol
fatherly.
To Bo 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 someth.ng po
lite to say, Jen Tillman, you’d just
about as well keep dill. T don’t know
that I care about being talked *o
rude to.”
* I didn't mean to be rude, Marne,"
rejoined Miss Tillman, humbly. "It'4
only Just that when it com*s to flba.
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.
'I'llf£ YOUNG MAN.
"You remember that young man I
told you about 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 conies to candy and flowers
and such things he's a wonder He
wm just crazy to take me some where,
but 1 simply couldn’t stand the
thought of going any place with a
fellow that looks so hayseedy.
*1 kept putting him «»ff 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
lie asks wheia would 1 meet him, and
I s&ys I’d meet him on such and such
a corner, having uj more idea of do
ing It than anything. I thought I'd
pretend afterward that I couldnH get
away from work until It was tOD
late, or something
“Well, nothing would do Wednes
day morning but that I should bring
down pa's alarm clock t > get tt 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 T 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 myaelf, 'Here's where |
you get yours, all right.’ But I j
sneaked around back of tne crowd •
and got in the car. Then that fool- !
ish, weak-minded alarm clock actu
ally began to ring! Honest, I never
felt so funny in my life. Here was
little me, all lucked in behind a fat
woman and my face all covered up |
with my hat, and there was the
altrm clock yelling its hand off! I *
got off that oar in a hurry at the
same corner, the clock still ringing.”
“Oh, Roe? said Miss McCarthy.
Did the Joe fellow hear it?”
"Hear it!” repeated Miss Tillman.
"1 should say hs did. And he wasn't
the only one. Before it got through
l think everybody in the world heard
it. Everybody began laughing and
crowding up to see w'hat 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, «ympaU.etically.
"Well, to tell you the truth,” ad
mitted Miss Tillman, “he looked kind
of good to me then for once in his
life.” | _
"But how did j ou get out of going |
to dinner with Mm?” queried Mies
McCarthy.
"X «. dn’t get out of it. I didn’t
seem to have any spirit left In me. I
Just went.
A KEAi. ( IE.
“To tell you Che truth,’ went art
Miss Tillman after a moment a pavsie,
"I’ve done worse things In my life
That fellow certainly does know how
to show a girl a good ttme We had
a swell d nner and then we took in
the best show in town, and there
were roses and a box of eandy to take
home with me. Joe certainly does
know' how to treat a girl. And he's
smart.” concluded Miss TiJlmati. "He
knew I didn't want to go piaoes with
him and co-ming home he aeked me
why. And I told Mm.”
"Gee. you never did!” ejaculated
Miss McCarthy. **What did. he gay?”
"He asked mo to go with him and
help him pick out some real swell
clothes, and I’m going.” rejoined Miss
Tillman, defiantly.
Miss McCarthy curved her hand
back of her ear and leaned forward
as if listening.
‘‘Tirig-a-ling-llmg!” she chirped. "I
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-
nif*r. 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
'
The Goodleys once hud a parrot. Of
couikc, it was a perfectly respectable
bird, ocxasiiMially, hut on Sunday
evenings, wnen Mr. Saintly paid his
regular visits, II was deemed advis
able to cover 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
Goodlex dexterously threw’ the cloth
over Polly’s cage. Greetings over.
thf*ro ensued the usual awkward
pa ise whirii was nroken by h squeak
from the covered cage-
"Well, I'll be everlastingly blessed,
said Polly, "this has been a launder
ing short week,”
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