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THE HURDY-GURDY
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
iO th* tune of the hurdy-gurdy they danced on the
What Is Your Chief Attraction f & at
Posed especially for litis page by the Jardin de Danse entertainers.
Three types to make you think
FOR THE OLD I
BY WILLIAM F. KIRK |
“H:
rOW 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
abjut as well keep at ill. 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.
THE YOUNG >MY.
“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 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 until last
week, and then he got so determined
abo-ut 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
he asks where would 1 meet him, and
A Short Week
Tlte 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
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
pa ise. which was broken by a squeak
from the covered cage:
"We!:. I’ll be .everlastingly blessed,’
said Polly, “this lias been a thunder
ing short week.’’
I 8*ys 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 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 I 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 dock actu
ally began to ring! Honest, I never
felt so funny in my life. Here wai
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 ofT that car in a hurry at the
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 once in his
life.”
’ But how did you get out of going
to dinner with him?” quorled Miss
McCarthy.
“I didn’t get out of it. I didn’t
seem to have any apirit left in me. 2
Just went.
A REAL CUE.
“To tell you the truth,’’ went on
Miss Tillman after a moment's pause,
“I’ve done worse things In my Wf*-
That fellow certainly does know how
to show' a girl a good time. We had
a swell dinner and then w’e took In
the best show' in town, and there
w'ere roses and a box of candy to take
heme with me. Joe certainly does
know' how to treat a girl. And he’s
smart,” concluded Miss Tillman. ”H«
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 ms to go with him and
help him pick out some real swell
clothes, and I’m going,” rejoined Mies
Tillman, defiantly.
Miss McCarthy curved her hand
back of her ear and leaned forward
as if listening.
‘‘Ting-a-ling-llng!” she chirped. “T
hear that alarm clock tuning up to
play the wedding march.”
His Mistake.
In a small country church, not lonfl
since, a little child was brought for
ward for baptism. The young mini®-*
ter, taking the little one in his arm3»
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 grea *
labor leader like John Burns; and -
is possible he might become Presri*
dent. ,
Turning to the mother, he Inquired,
“What is the name of the child”'
“Mary Ann,” was the reply.
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M ANY years ago they bsni&bed
Every thought ct worldly gsmas;
AH tfe-s atrenfrtb of youth has vunistiad
From tiWPr ‘beat and fVndwr frames.
Bwt they Tent, after the tfleanio*.
And the -mjnsefa dreamy glow
Holds a deeper, sweeter meaning
Than the young •nan ever know.
But-what ofthe OTHER CHILDREN, 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—
Bhall one ehtld work In the factory and one child dance
fttnhe etreet?
*♦» *.♦«>
<*♦«>
They have-loved thetr wntent itereara.
They have kissed - in. years -gone by.
And a misty - halo hovers
O'er -the-loves-HmU-ShuI tn-dte.
They can-dream -faded ngtorles.
And -each-dream ’will tfcriag-mote; Joy
Than -a m-'-Ttlon passkrasotortes
Passed between-'avgtrl'ffnd. a boy.
Betty Martin.
brunette beauty. Beatrice Allen, who dance3 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-
■» " — ' ’
A Tale of an Alarm Clock
*+*>
By-Maude Miller.
\ ydilAT ii your best feature? Do-you ever stop
\A/ to take stock ot your face? Have you. Btud-
” T led your flue points and learned to ac
cent them—to-briag-thevn into-tbe foreground as it
were, and to make them overshadow your facial
weaknesses?
Specialize on your good points and mercifully
veil.your- bad,<ones, 0 ami with no more of a stock in
trade-than-.avWiBtful.dimple or a curving smile you
may-“arrange"»to r Jje r a ; preUy girl!
. Uj) in, the Jardin de Danse - on the New York
Roof there are three fascinatingly pretty girls,
who. are well dowered by Nature In-diverse ways.
Androach one of them is clever enough-to empha
size the..good ^ioints-of her pretty face so well-that
if there were less good ones no one would-ever c »us-
pectjjt.
The first head on-, the left;is- that-of the winsome
Beatrice Allen.
A 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 tha Joy of youth setB a Spring-time gleam on tha
murk of the Winter day.
Lillian Bradley.
ental eyes. Graceful contour is the thing Miss
Allen strives for.
In the centre is Betty Martin, \V1id acce its tine
oliarm of Iter soprano voice by the warming smihe
that gathers her listeners into a band of friends
who are ready to .listen and enjoy. There is some
thing personal and intimate about Miss Martin's
friendly smile. It curves a kindly mouth into gen
erous curve and shows teeth that would sell any
dentlfrine. Charm of expression is the point .Miss
Martin brings out in .a .fashion to win .friends and
admirera.
IUsb fLllliun Bradley is m statuesque .Hondo whD
cultivates impose of manner, .and very restful are
her -steady eyes, well-groomed hair rand well-molded
lips in these days of fever and unrest and aero
batic grandparents. Grooming :and breeding mato
the fine blooded horse and the aristocratic woman
thoroughbreds in their -olaas. Arid it is these same
Qualities that give Miss Bradley distinctive beauty.
We are voung-and we -are- striving
For-the things they nsed toccravej
They, while splendidly surviving,
3mile serenely at tbe grave.
And we straggle-all'too*vainly
With the-hope-that'-we-can tall
Half the thlnge they" see so plainly.
Half the-things they know so well
AT TIMES ANIMALS j
<t| T is impossible *o exactly imitate the voice of
j an animal." said Minna, learnedly. “Some peo-
A 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 Sima
Then Minns got cross and offered to bet him half a
dollar that ho could not execute even a plausible
Imitation of an animal.
“Any member of the animal kingdom?" 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 cental" exclaimed Sima.
Ho went to the middle of the room, and the others
awaited the result. Sims stood perfectly quiet fora
minute, then returned to his seat and asked for the
ten cents.
“What do you call that? That's no Imitation,''
cried Minna.
“Excuse me,” observed Sims, politely, "that was a
fish."
And the others insisted upon Minns parting yitk
the money.
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?
Shell we dance to tlte hurdy-gurdy of greed and luat
and gold,
A*>d buy ourselves a tawdry youth In the pain of a
child grown old?
A TALE OF A CODFISH
J OKIES Is »n h«n«rabl« man And Jones, being an
honorable man. la likewise an honest min.
Thus It mme about the other day that Jones
visited his fishmonger to pay an acoouut.
Hr Koddlyn. having received ffia money due,
turned Ms buck <or a few minutes till hw wrote a re
ceipt And In the short spare of tiiq«» Jones was
tempted, and—tell it not In Gath!—Jones lol>.
A good-*!*ed eodOsh Jay within reach, and Jones
#»pld not revlst the to annex JR Accord*
tn&ly tbe «oen found U* way from the slab Into
hie tall pockof at least the most of It. as.
wifikuMit Jones kAowmg. the tail projected
Mr, Koddlyn had the receipt written, and our
erring frWvd. iivurtu# received it. turned to leave the
stksrp wkth a “Good Amy!*
"Good dOvV. eVr, and you,” re-turned the
fsfansngsr, and hi* eye falling on Jones’s
©oaftHtaOia. ha oa»U«*i
“Oh, by ttu* by. Mj. Jones!”
J one-* tunned bock
“3axcu«e jus cakUtyt hack. Mr. the man
«tf iftsh said; ’‘there something I almost omitted
to tell you "
"What wan that'?” naked Jones, curiously.
’•Well, Mr. Jones;’’ returned the othnr. significantly.
*Hhe ruHCt time you visit this shop, ph ase wear ji
oqat with do^pqr pt/okeU, or—or—ar—cominandeor a
ghoctar fish!”
A Bachelor’s Diary y? Leaves the Nurse
By MAX.
O CT. 27—No woman has the right
to put the responsibility of her
conduct on .the man. She
■ho.uld never say. a* Sally Spencer
has said, in effect to me: *T love you;
I am weak, you are strong What
ever happens to us in the future will
depend on you."
I a in not strong. The man never
lived who was strong, if sally w *. 0
a young girl, or an unmarried woman,
knowing men ouiy as eho seea thorn
in ike heroes in boohs and plays, noi
ignorance would be plf.ful, and. in a
way. would be her uefena«. But she
has been married teu or tw elve } ears
to the weakest man ever created.
There Is nothing sue docs nut kuow
aboul my sex. Keen, observing, of an
analytical mind, l have know n her to
;esd a man the firsa time she met
him. and to point out Weaknesses and
defects which no one suspected at the
time,* but which later developed.
I have seen her give the man who
boasted of his strength such a child
like look of admiration that he at
once became like putty In her hands,
and she did 1U not with any tempta
lion to transgress-—Sally, never trans
gressed the law. Diary—but Just to
prove hi* weakness.
8he is & clever woman, a beautiful
woman, a woman bom to love and be
loved and is a neglected wife: That
is a bad combination. I can think of
none worse.
She is tired of being a Pullman car
framp 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 1
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 temporize with It, sav
ing ail the time. “Ah, wh > s afraid
of you! You think I am weak like*
other men. don’t you? Well. I am
not!"
And to show that he is not afraid
he walks a little closer to It. and
dares it. in the maudlin manner of mv
conceited 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! You wlno know the
men. to talk of our strength. 1 am
ashamed of youf
October —I have answered Sal-
Iv’s leftt last and this is a oopv
It mav help me to square myself with
mv conscience should such a future
adjustment of mv moral accounts be
necessary
My dear Bally—Your letter Inter
ested me so mnch that T have bee-, «n
month In trying to frame a repiv
Perhaps you may think ! t stra-c-
that & man should pause outside
heaven's gate and deliberate, if or
not. lie will enter, but when he is ho
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 1 was young, that I would scale
the waJiu to obtain that for which th«j
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 the aav-
i*c 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 hitt
glasses tt will be an accusing eye be
cause of the slaughter I have done to
my business competitors, and if
there ts a crown there for me It will
not be double-decked, nor heavy with
jewels. But wJl hear no resentment
to this custodian of earthly accounts
and heavenly jewels. St. Peter was
not u business man and simply doesn i
understand.
“But he was a man on earth at on*
time, and knew many women, and for
tjuit reason 1 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
aak for mercy.
“I love you. Sally. 1 do not claim It
Is entirely a spiritual love. Tiia:
variety of affection Is found only In
the books, and here, of late, even the
romancluts are flavoring It highly
with the love of the flesh. I lov* you
*ith the love a man gives the woman
he would like to marry And» tha'
pi«*ans that 1 respect you above n\)
other women Would you care to risk
that respect” Believe me. dear girt, a
man’s respect is worth more than hut
love any day.
J1 5T K Fill KM).
•Ccme home, or not, ae It please*
you. You will find me your good
friend, as 1 have always been. But It
is a friendship that need* watching.
Do Y
K
ou
now
Sfh'.’e 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
with honey does not travel faster than
12 miles an hour.
(irapes contain from 12 to 26 pci
cent of sugar—more, that is. than any
other fruit.
Austria was ih»* first country to
adopt u ** system of postcards. This
w us iii 1 sCD.
anti pruning, and holding back. Ke-
■ member that!
"Manette is wpl). Richards
Tompkins and the ^other friends in
iny home, for I cannot call them ser
vants, are* the same dear faithful
souls. My sickness taught me many
things, and .41 >ng them was that no
man need ft-e! friendless so long ns
he has an employe. They want to be
his friends, and it is his fault if they
are not.
"We still have and lovo the brown-
*Y»d pup. His heart breaks every
morning when Manette starts off tc
school without him, and heals every
night w hen she comes home.
"I am leaving the pretty nurse tc
the last. \ good girl, Sally: a loving
and lovable girl, just fascinating
enough to tnuk .* me w'cked in mv
thoughts, and Just good enough to
make me a better man than 1 have
ever been, in my actions
"Max.”
J Up-to-Date Jokes
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 a*
substitutes for him she remained awake
and was most attentive.
The minister one day demanded an
explanation of her conduct, and she re
plied;
”\Yeel, meenlster. I ken the Word of
God is safe in your hands; but when
the young fellows from fcU. Andrew’s
come along, tt takes me all my time to
watch them.”
• Are vie to hold ragtime revues and
other hust ing 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 hud
been resting for some time he received
a telegram asking him to open on the
following Mohda> at u variety theater
in the north of England, in reply he
v\ ired;
“Hegrct can not conic
the Act.”
-V 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 or.e. "what did 1 Ainderstund you
to say that your occupation is?"
"I am a piano finisher," answered the
witness.
"Yes. I sue.’ persisted the lawyer:
’Hut yon must be more definite. Do
you.polish them or do you move them?"
> A little girl, finding her grandfather
I dozing, clambered on to hit knee and
endeavored to awaken him by pulling
1 his eyelashes. Annoyed at being dis-
] turbed from a peaceful nap. the old man
scolded the child for her roughness.
“NYough!” she exclaimed, pouting “1
I wasn't wough. I was only tw.viug lo
'open your eyes by the si wings."
AT BAY
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
(Novelized by)
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“What does he mean by Too«;
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 sec me. * * * I
think he is ready to talk now after
the effect of the night.” said Graham
.n answer to Mine’s questioning look.
"Where was he during tlie night.'
His rooms?”
“The jail." replied Graham grimly.
"The JAIL*! WHY SHOULD HE
B K 1X J AIL— A N D— I ”
"He’s r soldier, me dear.” said
Father Shannon proudly, for that this
soldier was his friend. “What’s one
night’s hardship to a lad like him?”
”^Tr Holbrook, suh,” announced
Hattie.
There entered Larry Holbrook,
jaunty, clean-shaven, well-groomed,
self-possessed, and showing never a
m;.rk of hardship from a night in jail.
Giahaui looked at him quisically.
“Good morning!”'bald our Captain,
eiusily. "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 c\ camera and telltale pi iteholder—
and now guardian-in-chief to one
Lawrence Holbrook.
Another Scheme.
"i’ll answer for Captain Holbrook,"
said the District Attorney.
"All right. Councilor,” Donnell
grimed at the prisoner. "Simply
obeyin’ orders, Captain."
"Certainly,” said Holbrook, in his
unruffled good humor, and added
quite as an afterthought, "Have 11
cigar?"
"Oh—no—sor!” said Donnell, mak
ing a hasty exit from the danger zone
of “pickings.”
The light of mischief went from
H» lbrook’s eyes—and another light
1 limed instead. His voice deepened
to it& 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 ” it . ited Aline
in a flat tone of horror. With lov*
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 all
discretion now—she burned with
hatred for her own numbing cow
an Tee.
"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 lime, Mr. Graham, for
indirection. Your daughter is keeping
ill by my advice. Perhaps not the
wisest advice—I’m a poor lawyer—
sh.* 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. * * *
hewed 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
whisper.” 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. 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.
T KILLED HIM—I KILLED A
MAN," moaned Aline
“You went to Flagg’s house?”
"Yes."
"Why ?”
"TD telephone ' me to come."
What reason?” persisted the Coun
cilor. in a tone tiiat lie could scarce
keep from being judicial instead of
fatherly.
0 be Continued To-morrow