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THE It Is Easy for a Man to Write a Love Letter to His Wife: fust Enclose a Check ■d. THE HURDY-GURDY By LILIAN LAUFERTY. What Is Your Chief Attraction f .3 dt Posed especially for this page by the Jardtn de Danse entertainers. Three types to make you think —r-i o the tune of the hurdy-gurdy they danced on the city street. •,nd ell who panned stood smiling to watch thetr tripping feet; n child was made for dancing, for glee and mirth T — and play, And the ,1oy of youth sets a Spring-time gleam on the | murk of the Winter day. <*-♦* Bm what of the OTIFER CHILDREN, bound far from the sunlight's glow, W%o*« mnelc Is only the'threbblng hum of the engine and dynamo? And whet of thetr leaden footsteps that never knew | Mpptng fort- - one dWTd work tn the factory and one child dance fn Ote afreet? ♦ ♦♦ Shell p»* little Chfldren labor In the Country of the Free, And tbs beckoning gleam of the golden sun be a joy they may not aee? Shan we danoe to tire hurdy-gurdy of greed and luat \ and gold. And bay euroelvea a tawdry youth In the pain of a \ child grown old? tONTTS 11 an honorable man. And ,Tnne«. being an honorable man. )■ Jlkrwlaa an honest man. J Thus It came shoot tha other day that June, vlaltcd h a fishmonger to pay an account. Mr Knddlyn, having roooivad the money due. .j i t i w ; ok for a few mlnutre ttn he wrote a re- And In the short space of flme Jones was i, pint. and- toll it net In Ootht—Jonpt /el). ;• ood-s.aod codfish lay within reach, and ,fone» not resist the temptation to Hfin.ff It. Apcord- u, y the fish soon fotind t«a way fretp the aiafe intp , f ,.,:,i-tatl pocket—at least the moat of It. aa. V. -hnut June* ksMnsf. tha tall projaotad. K oddly n tied the receipt written, and our , m: friend, having received It, turned to leave the shop with a "Good dayt" ...nd day. elr, and thank you." returned the fishmonger, and Mien, his eye falling on Jones's eest-talls. he mulled-: ••filth by the by. iAr- Jones I" Jones turned Lnuk- \, -iBwouoo me owUing ; you back. Mr, ,I<Vitwy>r t,(ie «t fish said; “there was something I almost omitted to tell yon.” ••What vu thc.11'' aHkod Jones, curtoualy. •"Well, >M.r .lena 1 ' -returned the other, significantly, ■Hhe noNt time Jtou wlelt this shop, please wear j ooat with deeper pock nil, or—or—or—commandeer a shorter fisht!'’ FOR THE OLD BY WILLIAM F. KIRK W HAT- Is your best foat.uro? Do you ever stop to take stock of youpface? Ha ve you. stud ieil your Hue .points-and learned to-ac cent them—to bring them into the foreground at it were, and to make them overshadow your facial weaknesses? Specialize on your good paints and mercifully v«il,your-bad r onHS, ? and with no-more of a stock in tcade ; than.-a v wistf'»l l iUm.ple or.a curving smile-you may. "a f tango"- to-JUai-ajpceUy-.ipirl! Tip in the .lardin ,-de Danse c on - the -Nejv - York Roof there ..are three -fascineHafly -pretty ; girls, ■who are well dowered by Nature,in -diverse -ways. And ..each . on/v of . them ; is -clever. enough - to etapha- »ize the-good hPointSrOfhber pretty, face-go well-that if there .were loss good oneano one would ever »us- peetjit. The, first head omthe-Jeftjls.tlut »f the winsome Betty Martin. tc * 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- Lillian Bradley. ental eyes. Graceful contour is the thing Miss Allen strives for. tn the centre is Betty Martin, nttro accents the charm of her soprano voice by the warming smile 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 Mnrfiii'a friendly smile. It curves a kindly mouth into gen- eroiiH curve and shows teeth that would sell any dentrtrfcfi. Charm of expression is the point Miss Martin brings out in a fashion to .win friends and admirers. Mum ilillltan -Bradley is ;a statuesque B ton do who cnttsvKtBB repose of manner, and -very restful are ham ateatty eyes, well-groomed hd'.rnrid welhmotiled lips in these clays of fever and unrest and aoxo- bertiu grandparents. Grooming rand breeding mdke the fine Blooded horse .and the woman thoroughbreds Jn their olasa. And it .is These same qualities that give Miss Bradley distinctive beauty. M r ANY years age they banished Every thought of worldly games-, AH the strength of youth has vanish?*! From their bent and slender frames. But they Test, after the gleaning. And the sunset's dreamy glow Holds a deeper, sweeter meaning Than the young can ever know. «*■(?> They have -loved their ardent lowers. They have-kissad-ln.yeara gone-by, And a misty -halo hovers O’er the loves-that had to dte. They can dream-«f-faded ;-g4efles. And each -dream - will 'bring c more .-joy Than a mWITon passion stories Passed- betwden-a girt and- a boy. We are young and we are striving For the things they used to crave; They, while splendidly surviving, Smil8 serenely at the grave. And we struggle all too vainly With the hope that" we can tel! Half the things they see so plainly, Half the things they know so well. [ AT TIMES ANIMALS “I [T is impossible to exactly imitate the voice of an animal.” said Minns, learnedly. "Some peo ple 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. ••yes," answered Minns, adding. "I was going to say ‘except a donkey,’ but I remember that you did that quite naturally." "Done for ten cental" exclaimed Sims. He went to the middle of the room, and the others awaited the result. Sims stood perfectly quiet for a minute, then returned to his seat and asked for the ten cent*. "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 By MAX. O CT. 27—No woman has the right to put the responsibility of her conduct on the man. She •hould never say. as Sally Spencer lists said, in effeot to me: "1 love you; I am weak; you are strong. What ever happens to u* In the future will depend on you." 1 am not strong. The man never lived who was strong. If Sally were a young girl, or an unmarried woman, knowing men only as she sees them in the heroes in books aim plays, hei ignorance would be pitiful, and, in a way, would be her defense, liut she lias been married ten or twelve year* to the weakest man ever created. 1'nere is nothing she does not know about my sex. Keen, observing, of an analytical mind, l have known her to read a man ine first time she met him, and to point out weaknesses ai>d acfects which no one suspected at the time, but which later developed. 1 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 it, not with any tempta tion to transgress—Sally, never trans gressed the law, Diary—but Just to prove ills weakness. She is a clever woman, a beautiful woman, a woman born to love and be loved and is a neglected wife! That is a bad combination. 1 can think of none worse. She is tired of being a Pullman car tramp and wants to come home. 1 would ;uk the pretty nurse to marry me. and run away from temptation, but what manner 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 pround it to prove he is not afraid. i:::cs to flirt with it. <S!Uy daily 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 lie hesitates and may turn away. "There was a time, my dear girl, when T was yosng, that 1 would scale the walls to obtain that for which the gates are now opening Inward for me. but the spirit cf adventure cools with the years, and a man who has been decent almost half a century has a pride In his record that has the sav ing grace of a moral sense. "I would like to keep the slate clean, my dear. No doubt when St. Peter looks at me over the rim of his glasses It will be an accusing eye be cause of the slaughter 1 have done to my business competitors, and if there Is a frown there for me it will not be double-decked, nor heavy with Jewels. But will bear no resentment to this custodian of earthly accounts and heavenly Jewels. St. Peter was not a business ntan and simply doesn t understand. "But he was a man on earth at one time, and knew many women, and for that reason 1 feel satisfied that 1 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. 1 do not claim it is entirely a spiritual love. That variety of affection is found only In the books, and here, of lata, oven the romancists are flavoring It highly with the love of the flesh. 1 love you with the love a man gives the woman he would like to marry. And that means that 1 respect you above nil 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. and pruning, and holding back. Re member that! "Marietta Is well. Richards Tompkins and the other friends in my home, for 1 cannot cull them scr- 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 as 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 tc school Without him, and heals every night when she comes home. "I am leaving the pretty nurse t( the last. A good girl, Sally: a loving and lovable girl, just fascinating 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." B3T- f: aid ' 'Ire Jl’ST A KRIKND. "Come home, or not, as it pleases I vou. lou will find me your good ( rlend as * a*-, a always oeen. Bn. It s *• riendsbip .n«. i«acda -.va: hin^-, Well, i no; And to show that he is not afraid he walks a little closer to it. find dares in the maudlin manner of my ronoelted sex. to come on! And If It hesitates in its advance, he knows It rot. for he has begun to pursue it! Oh. bally. Sally! Tow who know the mer *o tn tv o' our strength. I am **hamen of ou' October *3— r have answered Sr! • T s ■ a * Ufit, end this is s copy. 1 ms' help me i • ■ sooai-e myaeif with r y conootencs should such a future adjustment of my moral accounts be neceasary. "My dear Sally—Your letter Inter ested me ao much that T have been a month in trying to frame a reply Perhaps you may think It strange a man should pause wutalav 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 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: *‘\Veel, meenistcr, I ken the Word of God is safe in your hands; but when the young fellow's from St. Andrew’s come along, it takes ine all my time to watch them'’ 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 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. Austria was tho first country to adopt the system of postcards. This was in 1869. Are we 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 him to open on the following Monday ai .* variety theater in the north of /England. In rep.' he w ired: "Regret can not come. lia\o eaten the Act." AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (Novelized by) (From the play by George Scar- b (’ borough, now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, Now’ York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by international News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. ‘lOOk “What does he mean by 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 tho window. "Here!” exclaimed Graham. "Captain Holbrook and another man.” "He’s asked to see me. * * * I think he is ready to talk now after the effect of the night." said Graham .n nnswer to Aline's questioning look, "Where was he during the night? His rooms?” "The jail.” replied Graham grimly. "The JAIL! WHY SHOULD HE BE IN JAIL—AND—I ” •"He’s a soldier, my dear,” said Father Shannon proudly, for that this soldier 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, self-possessed, and showing never a mark of hardship from a night in jail. Gianam looked at him quisically. “Good morning!" said our Captain, easily. "Won’t you tell this oiflcer, Mr. Graham, to wait in the hall for me?” And he looked with quick lift ing eyebrow at Donnell, ex-guardian of a camera and telltale platoholder— and now guardian-in-chief to one Lawrence Holbrook. Another Scheme. 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 ore. "w’hat did I understand >ou to say that your occupation is?” “I am a piano finisher,” answered the witness. “Yes. I see.” persisted the lawyer; "but you must be more definite. Do you polish them or do you move them?” A little girl, finding her grandfather dozing, 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 only twving to open your eyes by the stwings.’* "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 cigar?” "Oh—no—sor!” said Donnell, mak ing a hasty exit from the danger zone of “pickings.” The light of mischief went from Holbrook's eyes—and another light turned 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 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 ardice. "THERE’S NO INJUSTICE WHEN THE FOX HOUNDS FOLLOW THE RED HERRING THAT YOU DRAG OVER THE TRAIL—I WANTED THEIR ATTENTION TO ME ” "’Red herring?’” queried the Dis trict Attorney. "I’ve got to take notice of every admission, direct or indirect, Captain, that you make in my hear ing." Holbrook faced him and spoke with a seriousness that weighted every word with force. "There isn’t time, Mr. Graham, for indirection. Your daughter is keeping still by my advice. Perhaps not the wisest advice—I’m a poor lawyer— she needs the best. My night in the jail gave my slow wits time to go ’round the matter. It’s too v 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. "Shl^ Those are thin doors—only a whisper,” said the captain, ever alert for ambuscade. "Tell me ” groaned Graham. Mrs. Ur is p C„ who with her s was hoi given by ernoon at th The affair \ mal parties ho has m her visit to The host* ceived in tl alms lined ed in the co mas wreath and the mai mistletoe Locb- Rice. The marr and Milton event of M mony to be ard Club at Rosenberg and Leman /he bride v Marcus Loe .. group of ribbons wil Maier. Rose Rita Frosh jacobus an* Following be a dinner which the 1 >ave on th< Buffet Supp Mr. and lined at t evening at ?treet in c< and nephew mas. The Mrs. J. Q . Ky.; : Roberts Mrs. Hinto Mrs. Willis was decora silver lovir and narclss dining rooi pers burne< Mrs. Mot taining her Mr?. Sims Those pr Blair Arms K. Selden, Mr. and Mi Mrs. Thom Robert Mc( Manson. M Jr. and Mi Jrs. Ransn Will Ragsd C. McGehe Stewart. M Eloise Stev nie Laurie inson. Miss Estes Miss Rut informally noon in hoi dt A Tale of an Alarm Clock ^ "YES, J KILLED HIM, DADDY; I 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 eve 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. . *()W do I look?” inquired Miss I—I McCarthy, as she circled ■*• * about in front of the mirror in the rest room. "You look fierce, Marne,” said Miss Tillman with an obvious effort. “That color makes you look like a ripe squash.” ’Well!” exclaimed Miss McCarthy, stiffening angrily. "Of all the nerve! If you can’t think of something po lite to say. Jen Tillman, you’d Just about as well keep still. I don’t know that I care about being talked so rude to.” "I didn’t mean to be rude, Marne,” rejoined Miss Tillman, humbly. "It’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 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 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 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 aga’.ns! it. Finally I just said that I would *;o Wednesday night. Then he asks where would I meet him, and To Be Continued To*morrew. 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 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 lovel 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 myaeif, '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 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 Till mam "he looked kind of good to me then for once m his lire.” "But now did you get out of going to dinner with him?” queried Mies McCarthy. "I didn’t get out of it. I didn't, seem to have any spirit left In me. I Ju-st went. A REAL CUE. “To tell 5 r ou t'he truth,” went on! 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 too-k in the best show in town, and thera were roses and a box of candy to take home with me. Joe certainly does know how to treat a girl. And hes 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, yoiu 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." 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 lo 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 Mary 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 c^ge: "Well, I’ll be everlastingly blessed,” said Polly, "this has been a thunder ing short week,” XMAS RATES Reduced over N., C. & St. L. Ry. and W. & A. R. R. Apply any Agent. 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 gFow up to be a great ustron" mer, like Sir Isaac Newton, or a labor leader like John Burns: anfl is possible he might become ire.-<- Turning to the mother, he influhed “What is the name of the chim . “Mary Ann,” was the reply- Dance at Followini the Atlant evening tin Among t|i< ' vda Nasi aughan, < Lucile Goo* King Marf ris, Genev Pauline C< guest of 3 Winter A1 Robert Ra Dr. Charie George Bo mer Johns trie Hitt. mberly Morris. J'r. 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