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© © It Is Easy for a Man to Write a Love Letter to His Wife: Just Enclose a Check. © # © MAGAZINE THE HURDY-GURDY By LILIAN LAUFERTY. What Is Your Chief Attraction ? S Posed especially for this page by the Jardm de Danse entertainers. O the tune of the hurdy-gurdy they danced on the city street. A And all who passed stood smiling to watch their tripping feet; t- r r a child was made for dancing, for glee and mirth <t><c and play, * And the Joy of youth sets a Spring time gleam on the murk of the Winter day. Three types to make you think FOR THE OLD BY WILLIAM F. KIRK But what of the OTHER CHILDREN. hound far from the sunlight's glow, Whose music Is only the throbbing hum of the engine and dynamo T And what of their leaden footsteps that never knew tilpplng feet— Btwrtl one chfM wortt In the factory and one child dance In the street? 4 A ■ Shall the little Children labor In the Country of the Free, And the beckoning gleam of th# gelden sun be i Joy they may not see? Shetl we dance to the hurdy-gurdy of greed and luat and gold, And buy ourselves a tawdry youth In the pain of a child grown old? A TALE OF A CODFISH I ONES Is an honorable man And ,fonc* being an honorable man. la likewise an honest man Thua It came about tho other Say that Jonea flatted hte fishmonger to pay a« amount Mr Koddlyn. hovlng ranolvod tb» money due. turned tala bark for a few minutes til} he wrote a re- ,f!,,t And In the short spars of tl«pe Jones waa tempted, and- tell It nat In Oath!- Jonas fell. • good-slaed rodfleh lay within reach, and Jonaa could not resist the UMOPlatlou to uinsr It. Arcord- ,,.s,y the dob soon found Its way from the slab Into hi* coat-tail pocket -at least th* moat of It. aa. without Jones knowing, the tall promoted. M, Koddlyn luid the receipt written, and our B friend, having rec.etvrd tt. turned to leave th* shop with a "tJood day I" Good dan', air. and Uuutk you." returned th* fishmonger, and Uaan. ht* «y« falling on Jones'* coat-tali*. h* oaiUodi- ‘tSih. by the by. M.r (tone*!" Jwnea tunned brvok •TDacuee mo calling you back, Mr J.tuvcar' the tna-n of <ft*h aaWU “them* m acmvothlng I almost emitted to itfill y<ou:" "V'luiil wae thwl"" oakeil ,1 or,os, curiously. iW-elL Mr Jon**"’ erturnod th* other, alBnVflrantljr. tre neat time y,ou elalt Wile ahop. pl.aee wear a at -with deeper pookola «r—or—sr—oemmandeer a ihorter -tlstar M [ ANY years ago they banished Every the light of wwld-ly game?: AM the strength «f yor.th has vanished Erom their ’bemt aod slturter frames. Ant they Test, after the eleantjyc. And the eunset'B dreamy glow Holds a deeper, sweeter mearrtrts Than the yotmg can ever know. They have -loved their ardent : lovers, They have-kles«dtlti.ysB'rs‘goned>y, And a misty -halo hovers Oh*r tbe krves - that-bed ito dte. They can odream ■-«? - faded igSorlea, And each -dreatn ~w<ll "hrtoy 'more jery Than a-TnMWeti pgaghmwtnrles Passed ^between 11 * -girl and-a-boy. We are young and we are - olilvlng For the things they used to-crave: They, while splendidly surviving, Smile serenely at-the grave. And we straggle-alT-'-too- vainly With the hope that-weMcam trill Half the things they ttee so plainly. Halfxthe thing* they know So well AT TIMES ANIMALS W il.VT is-your ‘ it . o ore?* lio- you ever stop to take atoc o'.yc-,rface” Have you stud led your ftne points a.rd learned to ac cent them -to bring them into the foreground as tt were, and to make them overshadow yonr facial weaknesses? Specialise, on your good polnta and mercifully veil your bad ones,iSittd with no-more of a stuck in trade-than 0 a,,wistftilcdit ple-or n curving sraile-you may ".arrange" ■ to -he. a.pretty girl I 1,'p in the Jariiln de Danse-on-the New Yor-k Roof there ,,are three fascinatingly pretty girls, who.are well dowered by Nature in .-diverse-ways. And,.each, one, of t.Uejn in clever enough t.o empha size- the,goo<l poiats-ofiher pretty fgee-s,o wail-that If there-were lesa good oneamo one would over sus pect jjt. The fl5»t,head r on ; the-le{t is that-of the winsome s* 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- LiUhtn Bradley. ental eyes. Graceful contour is the thing Miss Allen strives for. In the centre is Betty Martin, who atrce its the charm of her soprano voice by the warming smite that gathers her listeners into a band or friends who are ready to listen and enjoy. Thieve 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 denfftrlce. Gharm of expression j R the point Bias Martin brings oat In a fashion to win frtends and ad in hears. Miaa I.Illian Bradtev Is a statuesque Blonde who otlltfcvateB repose of manner, and wary roe tin! are Ibbt steady-eyes, wall-grnometl hair Land weli-irralded Ups in these days of fever and unrest and acro batic grandparents. Grooming and hreeding make the fine Blooded horse .and the aristocratir woman thoroughbreds in their 'Oka*. And ft is these same qualities that give Miss Bradley dhremative beauty. ‘T [T lfl 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 Sim? Then Minns got cross and offered to bet him half a dollar that he could not exoc^te even a plausible imitation of an animal. •'Any member of the animal kingdom?** queried 81ms. •’Yes.” answered Minns, adding. ”1 wae going to say ‘except a donkey,’ bnt 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 asked for the ten cents. •*What do you call that? That's no imitation,'' cried Minna •‘■Excuse me,” observed 81ms, politely, "that vm a Ash.” And the others hrahsted 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 reeponafbliity of her conduct on the man. She ehould never say, as Sally Spencer faa« amid, 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 stroug. TUe man never lived who was strong If Sally waio a young jfir 1, or an unmarried woman, knowing; men uO+y a» she *»*a them in Live heroes in books mm plays, UeJ Ignorance would be pitiful, aud. In a way, would be her defense. Bui she has boen married ten or twelve years to the weakest man ever created. There is nolhiug she does not know about my sex. Keen, observing, of an analytical mind, 1 have knots n ber to read a man the flrst time she met blm, and to point out weaknesses and infects which no one suspected at tne jme. but which later developed. 1 have eten her give tho man who i time, and knew many women, and for toasted of hU strength such a child- that reason 1 feel eaMefled that 1 w ill like look of admiration that he at • not judged hareh y »nce became like putty in her hands. j.nd she did it, not with any tempta tion to transgress—Sally, never trans heaven's gate and deliberate, if or not, he will enter, but when he is so worldly wise that an imagination qulckenod by other msn’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 WH.e*yo»nK. that 1 would scale the walls to obtain that for which the gates are now opening Inward for me. hut the spirit of adventure cools with the years, and a man who has been decent almost half a century has 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 hts glasses tt will be an accusing eye be cause of tho slaughter 1 have done to my business competitors, and If there Is a crown there for me It will not be double-decked, nor heavy with jewels But will bear no resentment to this cuattxJian of earthly accounts and heavenly Jewels St Peter was not a business man and simply doesn t understand. “But he was a nian on earth at one and pruning, and holding back. Re member that! “Manette is well. Richards Tompkins and the other friends in my home, for I cannot call them ser vants, are th<» same dear faithful aouls. My sickness taught me many things, and among them was that ?io man need feel friendless so long as he has an omplove They want to be his fr'onds. and It is his fault if they are not. ' VV® still have and love the brown eyed pup His heart breaks every morning when Marietta starts off tc school without him, and .heals e\er; night when she comes home “I am leaving the pretty nurse tc the last. A good girl, Sally; a loving and lovable girl, just fascinating enough to make me wicked In m.v thoughts, and Just good enough to make me a better man than I have ever been, in my actions •MAX.” AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (Novelized fcy> 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 tressed the law, Diary—but Just to . attacked a sheepfold, will not have to irove his weakness. | ask for mercy. Sbe 1b a clever woman, a beautiful | ”1 love you. Sally. I do not claim It Is entirely a spiritual love. That variety of affection is found only in the books, and h$re. of late, even the ronuanclsts are flavoring It highly with the love of the flesh. 1 love you with the love a man give* the woman he would like to marry And that means that I 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. J178T A FRIK.M). •'Come home, or not, as it pleases you. You will find me your good friend, as I have always been. But It aoman, a woman born to love and bs ,oved and is a neglected wife! That s a bad combination. 1 can think of tone worse. She is tired of being a Pullman car tramp and wants to come home. i vould ask the pretty nurse to marry me. and run away from temptation. 9ut what manner of a man would J 90 to sacrifice a girl 1n that fashion? *nd. besides, no man likes to run !rora temptation. He likes to hang iround It to prove he is not afraid, rle likes to flirt with It. dilly dally srlth it. and temporise with it, say- rg an the time. “Ah. who's afraid >• mu' Ym think 1 am *v*ak Ilk* l» » friendship that n**d* watching Mher men, don’t you? Well. I am not!” And to ahow that he 1s not afraVd he walks a little closer to It, and dares it. in the maudlin manner of my conceited sex. to come on! And If ft hesitates in its advance, he knows It rot. for h« has begun to pursue It! Oh. Sally. Sally'- Yob who know the men. to talk of our strength. I am ashamed of you! October 2?—I have answered Sal ly’s letter at last, and this Is a copy. It may help me to enu&re myself with my rsons^lonce should such a future adjustment of mv moral accounts be necessary. ''My dear Rally—Your letter Inter ested me ro much that T have been a month In trying to frame a reply. PerhapF you may think it strange t-hat a mao should pause outslae Do You Know-— Up-to-Date Jokes An old Scotch lady was noticed by hec. 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 w*as most attentive. The minister one day demanded an explanation of her conduct, and she re plied: “Wee!, meenister. I ken the Word of God is safe in your hands; but when the young fellows from St. Andrew’s come along, it takes me all my time to watch them.” 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 Monda> at a variety theater in the north of Kngland. In reply he w ired: “Regret can not come. Have eaten I the Act.” Sfnce 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 fasted than 12 miles an hour Grapes contain from 12 t-o 2t> per cent of sugar—more, that is, than any other fruit. Austria was the first country to adopt the system of postcards. This was in 1869. 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 to say that your occupation is?” “1 am a piano finisher.” answered the witness. “Yes. I see.” persisted the lawyer; “but you must he 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 turb'd fmm a peaceful nap. the old man scolded the child for her roughness. “Wough!” she exclaimed, pouting. ”1 wasn't wough. 1 was only twving to open your eyes by the stwings. (From the play by George Scar borough. now nelng 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 ’loo»v about?’” she quavered. “Search, 1 suppose,” said her father. “For what?” “Kvidence—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 is ready to talk now after tiie effect of the night.” said Graham .n answer to Alice'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. t There entered Larry Holbrook, jaunty, clean-shaven, well-groomed, self-possessed, and showing never u mark of hardship from a night in jail. Giaham looked at him quisically. “Good morning!” said our Captain, easily. “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 a camera and telltale plateholder— and now guardian-in-chief to one Lawrence Holbrook. Another Scheme. "I'll answer for Captain Holbrook." said the fiistrict Attorney. “All right. Councilor." Donnell grinned at the prisoner. “Simply obeyin' orders. Captain." "Certainly," said Holbrook, in bis unruffled good humor, and added puito as an afterthought, "Have a clear"" “Oh—no—sor!" said Donnell, mak ing n hasty exi' 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 vent to the one woman in all the w orld. "They let me stay in my room—and vou—they took you " recited Aline in a flat tone of horror. With love ri* A Tale of an Alarm Clock ^ 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 hutred for her own numbing cow ardice. ‘•THERE’S NO INJUSTICE WHEN THE FOX HOUNPS 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 that weighted every wotd with force. “There isn’t time. Mr. Graham, for indirection. Your daughter is keeping still by my adyice. Perhaps not the wisest advice—I’m a poor lawyer— site 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 Deneath its weight of same and woe. ‘‘You ure involved in this thing?” breathed the man slowly. “Yes. . . awfully,” sobbed the gir! In the relief of expression. Quickly spoke her champipn, "Self- defense, sir." “You mean—the filling!” gasped the horrified father. "Sh! Those are thin doors—only a w hisper,” said the captain, ever alert for ambuscade. \ "Tell me ” groaned Graham. “YVtS. I KILLED HIM. DADDY; I KILLED HIM." sobbed Aline “My God!” whispered the sworn foe of nil 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. To Bo Continued To-morrow. “H ow do I look?" Inquired Mis* McCarthy, aa she circled about In front of the mirror in the rest room. "You look fierce, Mame." eaid 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. pleaeeT' "Since last evening. I found out It ain't healthy for me to He” “Oo on and tell It," *ald Miss Mc Carthy. THE YOUNG MAX. "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, £„t I simply couldn't stand the thought of going any place with a fellow that locks 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 ahow 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 I meet him, and I says I’d most him on suoh and «uch a corner, having no more Idea of do ing it than anything. I thought I’d pretend afterward that I oonldat got away’ from work until it wa* too late, or something "Well, nothing would do Wednes day morning but that I should bring down pa’s alarm clock to got It fixed. It had quit work and he loves his clocks better than he doe* his folks. So that night when I was re»dy to go home I beat it over to; th* car with th* alarm clock under my arm. Well, who should I see at the very. . T know how to treat a girl. And he* corner where I was going to get on sman/ , concluded M i ss Tillman. to dinner with him?” queried McCarthy. *T didn’t got out of It. I didn't sewn to have any apirlt left in me. I Just went. A REAL CUE. To tell you the truth,'* went on Miss Tillman after a momemt’e pans*. *Tvs done worse things In my Hf* That fellow, certainly does know how to show a girl a good time We had a swell dinner and then we took In the best show In town, and there were roses and a box of candy to take home with me. Joe certainly does 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 clock actu ally began to 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 everj-foody 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?” crie^ Miss McCarthy, sympathetically. ‘‘Well, to tell you the truth,” ad mitted Mias Tillman, “he looked kind •of good to me then for once in his life.” “But how did you get out of going “He knew' I didn’t w-arrt to go places with him and coming home he asked me why. And I told him.” •‘Gee, yon never did!*' ejaculated Miss McCarthy. “What did he aay?” “He asked ma to go with him and help him pick out some real swe.I 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.” His Mistake. In a small country church, not Ions since, a little child was brought for ward for baptism. The young mini** ter, taking the little one in his arm^ spoke as follows: “Beloved hearers, no one can fore tell the future of this little child. may grow up to be a great astrono mer, like Sir Isaac Newton, or a labor leader like John Burns: : ’ n is possible he might become I re ' dent. . , Turning to the mother, he ln 'U, 1 ’ “What is the name of the child . “Mary Ann,” was the reply 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 Simp Act, and made As he Goodlev dexterously threw the c*oth over Polly’s cage. Greetings over, there ensued the usual awkward pause, which was broken by a squeak from the covered cage: “Well. 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