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THE HURDY-GURDY
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
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
lO ths tune of the hurdy-yurdy they danced on the
^ city atreet.
And all who passed stood tmlllnz 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.
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Rut what of the OTHER CHILDREN, hound far from th*
sunlight's glow,
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Whose mnelc 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 dane*
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 eun be a Joy
they may not see?
Shell we dance to the hurdy-gurdy of greed and lust
and gold,
And buy ourselves a tawdry youth In the pain of a
child grown old?
A TALE OF A CODFISH
J ONES In «n honorable man. And Jones, being an
honorable man. la llkewlae an honest man.
Thee It came about the other day that Jones
visited his flshmonanr lo pay an account.
Mr Koddlyn. having resolved the money due.
turned Mj back for a few mlnutea till he wrote a re
ceipt And In the ahort space of time Jones was
tempted, and—tell it not In Uath!—Jones fel).
A good-alsed oodfiah lay within teach, am) Jones
could not resist the temptation to annex it. Jycc“rd :
!»*lr tho fish soon found Its way front the slat) Into
his coat-tail pocket—at least th'e most of It. as,
without Jones knowing, the tail projected.
Mr Koddlyn had the receipt written, and oug
erring friend, hartnet received it. turned to leave the
shop with a "tiood dayf
“Good day, sir. and thank you,'' returned the
flsjmvongor, and then, his eye falling on Jones's
ooaC'taJia. he oeil.ed
by the by HU- d onos!"
Jones turned book.
-Blouse m* owning you back, Mr. J,ono*;'' 4,h« man
at -fish said: “thee* w«« smoothing I almost omitted
to tell you."
■What was tha.f’" naked Jones, curiously.
••Wall. Mr Jonas ' unturned the othor. significantly,
“the najst time you visit this shop, please wear p
cos' with deeper jyockou, or—or—er—commandeer a
OUortei fish!”
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,
and forms a background for her heavy browed Ori-
Lfllian Bradley.
ental eyes. Graceful contour is the thing Miss
Allen strives fnr.
In ttie centre Is Betty .'Martin, who acce its the
charm of her soprano voice by tire warming smite
that gathers her listeners Into a band of friends
wlio 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 would sell any
dentifrice. Charm of expression is the point .Miss
Martin hrings out In .a fashion to win .Mends and
admirers.
Mias HiilUan Bradley is ra etatuasgne rhhontte Who
cultivates repose of manner, and very restful are
her -steady eyes, well-groomed hair and weilmiolded
lips in these days of fever and unrest and acro
batic grandparents. Grooming and breading nuftas
tire fine blooded horse and the aristocratic woman
thoroughbreds in their class. And tt is these same
qualities that give Miss Bradley distinctive beauty.
By Maude Miller.
W HAT Is-your best feature? I)o-you ever stop
to lake stock ot your face? .Have ypuustud-
led your Quo poiuts and learned to ac
cent, them—to bring-t.Uejn into-the foreground-»fu it
were, and to make them overshadow your facial
weaknesses?
Specialize on your good points and mercifully
veil your bad odes, and with no more of a stork in
trade LUan .avWl^tfHl dimple or. a curving smile you
may-"arrange” t,o i* e a r pretty girl I
Up in the Jardlti de Danse on-the New York
Roof there are three fascinatingly pretty girls.
Who ,are well dowered by Nature in diverse ways.
And each one of them is clevor enough to empha
size the good points-of her pretty face so well that
if there were less good ones-no one would ever sus
pect Jt.
The first head on the-left Is that of the winsome
Beatrice Allen.
FOR THE OLD
BY WILLIAM F. KIRK
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M ANY years they banished
Every thought ot worldly games;
Ail the strength of yoath has vanlsbsd
From iflfedt bent amd stendfer frames,
Btrt they rest, after the .gfeantng.
And tho -sunset's dreamy glow
Holds a deeper, sweeter meaning
Than the young -can over know.
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They have -loved thefr ardent Movers,
They bave-ktssediln.ywars-gone-by.
And a -misty halo-hovers
O’er-the loves -that-had '.to -die.
They -can -dream -of Matted -glories.
And'‘each-dream -will ttrrlngrnroceS Joy
Than a »fft?on passion stories
Pa3sed' t>etween--a; gtri 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-all 1 too-vainly
With the hope-that we can tall
Half the things they see so plainly.
Half the things they know bo well
j AT TIMES ANIMALS ]
^ '—'
4 4 ¥ T Is impossible to exactly imitate the voice of
I 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 judge?" 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 kingdom?" queried
Sims.
"Yea,” answered Minns, adding. "I was going to sar
‘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 aske.d for the
ten cents.
-What do you call that? That’s no imitation/*
cried Minns.
“Excuse me,” observed Sims, politely, “that was a
fish.”
And the others insisted upon Minns parting with
the money.
A Bachelor’s Diary •-* He Leaves the Nurse
AT BAY
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
By MAX.
O CT. 27—No woman has the right
to put the responsibility of her
conduct on the man. She
should never say, mb Sally Spencer
haa said, in effect to me: “I love you;
I am weak; you are strong. What
ever happens to us in the future will
depend on you.”
1 am not strong. The mun never
lived who was strong. If Sally were
a young g.-i. or an unmarried woman,
knowing men only ua she aces them
tn the heroes in books aim plays, nei
Ignorance would be pitiful, and, In a
way, woula be her uelenst. iiut sue
has been married ten or twelve years
to the weakest man ever created-
There is nothing j»he does not know
about my sex. Keen, observing, of an
*nal> tical mind, l have known her to
read a man the lirst time she met
him, and to point out weaknesses and
defects which no one suspected at the
lime, but which later developed.
1 have seen her give the man who
boasted of his strongih such a child
like look of admiration that he at
once became like putty in her hands,
and she did it. not with any tempta
tion to transgress—Sally, never trans
grossed the law. Diary—but just to
prove his weakness
Fhe is a clever woman, a beautiful
woman, a woman born to love and be
loved and is a neglei ted wife! That
Is a bad combination 1 can think of
none worse.
She rs 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 J
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 (Silly daily
with it, and temporise with It, say
ing ail the time. Ah who's afraid
of you! You Think I em weak like
other men, don't you? Well. I
not!“
And to show that he is not afraid
he walk* a little closer to It. and
dares It. In the maudlin manner of my
rojicelted sex. to come on! And If It
hesitates in Its advarvee. he knows It
not. for he has begun to pursue It!
Gh. Sally Sally' Yog who know the
men, to talk of our strength. I am
ashamed of you!
October 28—I have arsurered Sal-
lv*s letter ot last, and this Is a copy
It may help me to square nyself with
my conscience should such a future
adjustment of my moral accounts be
r. ecesssrv.
“My dear Sally Yo U r letter Inter
ested m» so much that I have been «i
month in trying to frame a reply
Herhaps you may think It stra:i|*i
a man should pause outsiae
heaven's gate and deliberate, if or
not. he will enter, but when he la 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 wan young, that I would scale
the walls to obtuln that for which the
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 has a
pride In his record that has tho sav
ing grace of a moral sense
“1 would like to keep tho slate
clean, my dear. No doubt when St.
Peter looks at me over the rim of his
glasses it will be an accusing eye be
cause of the slaughter I have done to
my business competitors, ami if
there is a crown there for me it will
not be double-decked, nor heavy with
jewels. l.tut will bear no resentment
to this custodian of earthly accounts |
and heavenly jewels. St. Peter was
not a business man and simply doesn t I
understand.
“But he was a man on earth at one |
time, and knew many women, and for
that reason 1 feci satisfied that I will
not be judged harshly. There is no
pugs 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 it
is entirely a spiritual love. That
variety of nffectlon is found only in
the books, and here, of late, even the
romancists are flavoring It highly
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 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 his
love any day.
Jl JIT A PKIIIND.
“Come home, or not. as it please*
you. You will find me your good
friend, as I have always been. But it
4 is a friendship that needs watching,
Since woman suffrage was granted
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
I 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
j other fruit.
Austria was the lirst eountrs to
1 adopt the system of postcard.. This
was in 1S»09.
and pruning, and holding back. Re
member that!
•■Manette is well. Richards
Tompkins and the other friends in
my home, for 1 cannot call them ser
vants, are tho same dear faithful
souls. My sickness taught me many
things, and among them wassthat no
mun need feel friendless so long e*
he has an employe. They want to be
his friends, and It is his fault if they
are not.
“We still have and love the brown
eyed pup. His heart breaks every
morning when Manette starts off ft
school without him, and heals every
night when she comes home.
' I am leaving the pretty nurse tc
the lmst A good girl. Sally; a loving
and lovable girl, just fascinating
enough to mnk me wirked in rm
thoughts, and just good enough tc
make me a better man thfcn J navi
ever been, in my ac tions.
HA3t*
Up-to-Date Jokes
An old Scotch lady was noticed by
her minister to full 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;
“Wed, ineepister. 1 ken the Word of
God is safe in your hands, but when
the young fellows from St. Andrew’s
come along, it takes me ail my time to
watch them.''
Are we to hold ragtime revues ami
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 hail
been resting for some time he received
a telegram asking him to open on the
following Monday at a variety tlu-aier
in the north of England. In reply he
\\ ired:
“Regret can not come. 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
lawyer for the defense for cross-exami
nation
“Now. then. Mr. Smith." began the
legal one. “what did I understand you
11» say that your occupation is?"
"I am a piano finisher," answered the
witness.
"Yes. I sec." persisted the lawyer;
but you must be more definite. Do
y»»u polish them or do you move them?"
A little girl, finding her grandfather
dosing, clambered on to his knee and
endeavored to awaken him by pulling
his eyelashes. Annoyed at being dis
turbed from a peaceful nap. the old man
scolded the child for her roughness.
“Wough!” she exclaimed, pouting. “I
wasn't wough. I was -onl> twying to
open jour eyes by thti stwings."
(Novelized by)
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at tho
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held nnd copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“What does he mean by flood:
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 he it? ready to talk now after
the effect of the night,’’ said Graham
.n answer to Aline's questioning look.
"Where was he durlhg the night?
His rooms?”
"The jail." replied Graham grimly.
“The J AID! WHY SHOULD HE
BE in JAIL AND—I “
"He’s a soldier, iny dear." said
Father Shannon proudly, for that this
soldier was his friend. "What's one
night's hardship to a lad like him?”
"Mr. Holbrook, suh,” announced
Hattie.
There entered Larry Holbrook,
jaunty, clean-shaven, well-groomed,
st-ll*-possessed, and showing never a
mark of hardship from a night in jail.
Gi a ham looked at him quisioally.
“(flood morning!” said our Captain,
easily. "Won’t you tell this officer.
Mi. Orr ham. to wait in the hall for
me?” And he looked with quick lift
ing eyebrow at Donnell, ex-guardian
of i camera and telltale platenolder—-
and now guardian-in-chlef to one
Lawrence Holbrook.
Another Scheme.
"I'll answer for Captain Holbrook.”
sail, the District Attorney.
“All right, Councilor.” Donnell
grinned at the prisoner. “Simply
obeyin’ orders. Captain.”
"Certainly," said Holbrook, in his
unruffled good humor, and added
quite as an afterthought, "Have a
clear ?”
"Oh—no—«or! ” said Donnell, mak
ing a hasty exit from the danger zone
of “pickings.”
The light of mischief went from
Hi 1 brook's eyes—and another light
burned instead. His voice deepened
to its rare tone of protecting tender
ness. as he went to the one woman
In all the world.
“They let me stay in my room—and
you—they took you ” recited Aline
in a flat tone of horror. With love
phi 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
T11E 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 lime, Mr. Graham, fqr
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
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—the killing!” gasped
the horrified father.
“Sh! 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 sworn foe
of all criminals.
“There's no evidence whatever. I
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.
To Bo Continued To-morrow.
s A Tale of an Alarm Clock
f ow do 1 look? ” inquired Miss
l—l 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 1 care about being talked so
rude to.”
*‘I didn’t mean, to be rude, Mame,”
rejoined Miss Tilhnan, humbly. “It's
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.
THE YOUNG MAY.
“You remember that young man 1
told you about who looks and acts
so awkward?” asked Miss Tillman.
I says 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 was toD
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 w'ork 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 I to m ye elf, ‘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 lo ring! Honest, I never
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 the
to dinner with him?” queried Miss
McCarthy.
“I didn’t get out of it. T didn't
seem to have any spirit left in me. I
just went.
A HEAR CUE.
"To tell you the truth,” went oit
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 w'ith 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 Miss
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.”
“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 wondef. He
same corner, the clock still ringing.”
“Oh. gee!” said Miss McCarthy.
Did the Joe fellow hear it?”
"Hear it!" repeated Miss Tillman.
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 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
“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 once in his
life.”
he asks where would I meet him, and
A Short Week
The Goodleys once had a parrot. Of
course, it was a perfectly respectable
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
advantage of the half-holiday accru
ing to him through the Shop Act, and I
made an extra call on a Wednesday, j
As he was ushered in Miss Mary
Goodley dexterously threw the cloth j
over Polly’s cage. Greetings over, j
there ensued the usual awkward
pause, which was broken by a squeak
from the covered cage:
“Well, I’ll be everlastingly blessed,”
said Polly, "this has been a thunder
ing short week,” '
“But How did you get out of going
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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 arm*,
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 greut
labor leader like John Burns; and
is possible he might become Presi
dent.
Turning to the mother, he Inquire':,
“What is the name of the child?"
“Mary Ann,” was the reply.
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