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i om aKe m. oney inventors men mf >4nmm man inventivs ability, *hendd writ* fo- 4*7 for oar Hat ei itmOan needed. and prize* offend by loedinf ■iasuftc hirers. Pftte&li secured or ««r fee returned. ~Whv teveniora Fail.” “How to Get Your Patent and Yeer Money.** ?»J other valuable booklets seat free to any address. RANDOLPH & CO. Pnteat Atteraeyn* Mma G18 “F* Street, N. W„ |g|||£ jOG'St WASHIHUTOSI. B. «. *■-; ’*'-*'*} ♦THE When a Woman Condemns a Slit St^irt We Always Wonder How She Would Loo)£ in One ^ /A\ liN ' Beauty and “the Green Monster” Don’t Be Jealous if You Want to Be Beautiful, Says Dorothy Jardon. By MAUDE MILLER, .HIKE If a girl in New York who T *. so attractive that the attrao- ot on© particular feature j : stand out, but Is merged Into | iring whole. She is so won- ; , r j ;i that with her first appearance ■ . stage a current of electricity j ms like fire through the audience. J r d when you aBk yourself what j :3 about her after 3’OU >ve ha . n ti to somewhat collect y uses 1 -e nowhere nearer Soivli. the • n then you were before. Beauty : i -re, but you have perhaps seen , *ul wo'men before without her l. attraction. Is exactly how Miss Dorothy of the Winter Garden, im- .... ■ i me, and when I asked her --he did to bewitch people she | ,;d me that It was something she ro’JM like to share with every one, icause it was in very truth a beauty i secret that every one could use. HKK S i RET. "If I am attractive to people it is | ause I have gained personam ough not being jealous. Jealousy , the bug-bear of the American :n en. 1 have never seen anything the way that they allow it to >' upon their nerves and perhap? * bring a storm of tears in Its wake. ( - wash away more than a heart- ch «. so don't indulge if you want to & u off Father Time. lu the first place, jealousy lodged 1 ' .tj human breast and allowed full ra y prey* upon thfc whole nervous , fc ea >- And when the nerves are “ unstrung, the digestive 8> stem >rr,i s in for a general upsetting The ' h is affected, the appetite goes, the energy that shoukl be ex- *nded upon the cares and problems everyday life is absolutely given *er to the green-eyed monster. 9o Ihoh for this part of beauty’s un- olog Ty ES HPiR COLDS. ** A woman who if subject to flta- ot Miss Dorothy Jardon. jsy i: constantly exposing her- to colds. Every jealous fit over heats the blood and is therefore very weakening. And as for facial char acteristics. Watch the jealous woman and read her trouble in her eyes, which are cold, hard and rest less, not tender and alluring as a woman's eyes shou.d be. WAtch the expression of her mouth and the de cided lines in her face and ask your self if she can be attractive to any one. Her women friends know her railing and laugh at her behind her ■ ■ “ " . ~ “ - T TL .. 1 Z .. —— . — j. 41 rj Uj > 7 A Thrilling Story of [ Society Blackmailers i «?* ■* Two Striking Offerings ,-t .* EXPERTLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE back because she lets It dominate her And as for being attractive to men, she has made this forever im possible. A woman must appeal to a man through another woman, or not at all! “And so we must all fight against this jealousy, which is a universal falling. Some of us succumb to it easily, some only for real cause, and some, not at all, for it affects every one differently. But fight against It we must, if we wish to establish a beauty record of any kind among American women ” The Tiniest Picture Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. \ T R. SAMUEL S [VI has a scenic ai SCHULTZ, who » and mural paint ing studio at Wilmington, in ware, has won, despite a lifetime ’ t in painting subjects in heroic the unique distinction of hav- rnade the smallest landscape ting in the world. : s picture was executed on a n of corn, and the painter has > now recovered it after having possession of it for more than r ty years. Having lost track of the ire. which he made in 1869, when wajs only 19 years old, Schultz de- i f -'l recently to try to recover it. = h advertised in several foreign ■'papers, with the result that the landscape came to him in its > " ii frame a few days ago, the •■'ing, in color and line, being as and clear as on the day of Us YOU ARE TOO YOUNG. nEAR MISS FAIRFAX: ^ I am eighteen years old. and inn working for a firm with excel lent prospect*. Two months ago I met a young girl by chance, and eince I have seen her every night I would give my right arm to please her Do you think T ought to ask her parents if I can give her a ring? My salary Is $24 per week. Do you think that I am too young, or is the salary too small? ANXIOUS Y OUR salary is not too small; I am proud of you that one so young earns so much. But you are too young. M'ait three years, and then you will smile at the memory of what you now call love. THAT SHOULD NOT WORRY YOU nEAR MIPS FAIRFAX; ■*“' I am seventeen and am con sidered very good looking. My three chums all have gentle men friends; but, while I am con sidered the best looking of the four, none of the young men has ever risked me to go to any place of amusement with him or call at my home. A. A. 1 1 is a fact, which you will admit when you look around you, that the girl who receives the least pro miscuous attention from the men, and regards such Retention as of tha least importance, makes tne best marriage. Just remember this and ba happy, and wait. Up-to-the-Minute Jokes particular grain of corn us< from an ear that Mr. Schul tate •id picked on the * esf& Buchanan, fifteent: •i PreJ United States, at Whea ™ had gone there to > atten ^dent’s Tuneral, a nd pi ’ of corn aF a sc uvenlr picture itself, t well k who paw i d it ’was rainiing ears rpiec First Countryman (seeing a letter ! box for the first time): “What’s that j for, Tom?" Second Countryman' "I. dunno: j looks like a religious sort o’ thing.” First Countryman: “No, it can’t j belong to no religious folk. It says, No collections on Sundays.’ ’’ I Doctor—I hope you are following my j instructions carefully, Sandy—the pills i three times a day, and a drop of whisky I at bedtime.” I Sandy—“Weel. sir. I may be a wee L.x weeks in front wf the wbuskey.” At a recent duel the parties dis charged their pistols without effect, whereupon one of the seconds inter posed and proposed that the com batants should shake hands. To this the other second objected as unneces sary. “Their hands.” said he. “have been shaking for half an hour.” * * * Hoaxi “I thought you said that the man was a musician?” Joax: “Nonsense!” “You certainly told me he wrote melodies.” “I told you he v.as a composer of i heirs. He sells soothing syrup.” (NovsIlrW »y> l From the i>»i_ 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. “A letter of mine that I didn't want people to see. I gave him $200 and mother’s emerald brooch. He wanted more—he tried to take the letter away from me. He was choking me, daddy—with his hand on my throat.” The words were, wrung from a soul in agony—and Lawrence Holbrook, sol dier, must stand helpless and see the girl ho loved tortured by memory and the stern necessity for relieving her agony. "The girl*struck blindly—no pre meditation—plain s^lf-defense—but it won’t get that far—we've destroyed the trail,” cried Holbrook in a cres cendo of hope and trust. “Choked you!” said the father, vis- sioning those talons of evil on his motherless girl’s throat. “Yes.” “Were you present?” asked Gra ham. wanting reason why Holbrook could so vividly portray Aline’s tor ture. “With his hand on her throat? My God, man—do ye think I'm a dead fish?” cried the captain, in cold fury And added, with quiet venom. “He was cold a half hour when I saw him." “Your brooch?” questioned the father, anxiously. “Here it is—Captain Holbrook got it for me. . . . Tell him, please. ’ “I sneaked it out of his left fist. There’s no clew whatever. Don’t waste time thrashing old straw. The thing now is an ALIBI for her.” The man was all pent up energy as lie forced upon the father’s dazed con sciousness the danger that menaced the girl they both loved. “Why. man —you’ve got to swear she was here all the time—all the time, mind ye!” Why Holbrook Went. “I'm willing to give myself up,’ said the girl to her father, in a tone of sudden quiet resignation. “The de ceit—the suspense—and you to trick the law for me—I’ll bear what I must ” * “No—no ” thundered the captain in a tone of Jove-like command. “Suspicion mustn’t fall on Captain Holbrook—he mustn’t be . . .” She seemed to forget that the man she would save from saving her was there —she spoke of “Captain Holbrook” as one immeasurable distances away— and from her she felt he was in truth measureless w orlds apart—because of those “three days by a summer sea”— exact toll from her empty life, those three days that seemed still to “Did jou know she meant to go there?” questioned the counselor of Holbrook. “You are getting me d-d mafl— you are,” cried Holbrook with heat that matched his words. “He must ask you questions, Lar ry,” interposed Father Shannon pac ifically. “But would 1 let her do such a thing?” “No!” said Father Shannon; “but he does not know you as I do and the law can’t take a man for granted like the church can.” “Then why were you there?” went on the interrogating law*. “I went to thrash him —but you can’t strike a dead man,” explained Captain Holbrook categorically. “Why thrash him?” “Oh, I told you that last night,” impatiently the Irishman replied to all this “flubdub” of the law that could go a-lacerating the woman he loved, though the questioner were her father. “That stuff in the paper, Mr. Gra ham,” explained the churchman, to whom patience was a virtue beyond question or cavil. And then the Irishman let himself go. All the imaginative mysticism of his race, claimed him for a mo ment. “A rose on the floor—her perfume in the air—when the blessed halo of a girl you love makes you tremble in every nerve of your body, it’s quick as a stroke of lightning when it hits your nostrils again. Why, the whole room shouted Aline at me!" And then the soldier took command of the poet and Captain Holbrook fin ished Larry's little flight in this wise. “For the love of heaven, Mr. Gra ham, quit tryin’ me and start protect ing her. Get those policeman out of your house—throw a scare into them —you’ve got a wonderful pull with the Department of Justice—*—” whereat the Irishman twinkled out of Larry’s eyes even while the captain was all serious business. “Sic the detectives onto me. Call me names or kick me out of the house, or something like that, and I’ll swear at you—and call you an Ignoramus—anything to kick up a dust!” Graham seized upon one idea. “The Department of Justice.” He went to the telephone and called. “28 Main.” “Are you going to tell?” quavered Aline. “Of course he isn’t. He’s startin’ In to work for you at last.” Holbrook assured her with calmness. She turned to him—fathomless depths in her eyes. And so they stood facing each other while the man at the telephone continued on his course. The Father Fre. “The Attorney General there?” ask ed Graham. “My foolishness lost the night,” groaned Holbrook. “Gordon Graham, District Attor ney," went on the conversation over the wire. “Well, Is the first assistant in—put him on the line, please.” Holbrook came forward tp make eager protest: “I don't believe in as sistant officials.” Graham went on: “Hello—yes—Gen eral this is Gordon Graham—attor ney for the district. You read of the death of Judson Flagg last night. Yes—case is coming into my office, and ’d like to be relieved from work on it.” Slowly a light kindled and flushed its way over Aline’s lined white face. Her father was her friend after all! “Relieved entirely—I don’t want to handle any part of it because—well, I can’t tell you over the phone.” • “Yes, you can—say me!" prompted Holbrook. “You don’t want to prose cute me!” “I want to work on the other side,” said Graham, after allowing himself one still, long glance at the eager captain. “Say ME!” said that individual an grily. Couldn’t the man see, he won dered how easy it all would be if the suspicion were just strongly di rected to him. He forgot that a sus pect is often half proven a criminal. “The man under arrest is so near me in a certain way " began Gra ham In an uncertain way. “That’s the stuff!" and Holbrook fairly pranced in glee. “That 1 don’t want to prosecute I may even want to defend him! Yes, I want to be relieved immediately. Well, thank you.” He hung up the phone. “Thank you, Captain. This terrible news is so sudden that 1 can’t even think.” “Of course, you can l, poor man. I’ve been goin' round it all night, and I’m fuzzy meself. ” More Revelations. "I may seem ungrateful, Captain Holbrook, for the service* and devo tion you’ve shown Aline since this man Flagg was killed—but l can’t forgive you for persuading her into a secret marriage—nor Father Shannon for performing it," said the father in mingled feelings toward this man who had, as he saw it, harmed and now determined to save Aline. “D n’t, daddj don’t!” cried Aline. ‘‘Don’t sir—-you snrelv don’t want— to tilt at windmills—now.” “Your marriage to Aline!” cried the father in the stern tone of one who is sure he is not “tilting at windmills." “HASN’T OCCURRED!” “You said she had confessed,” cried Graham, turning in bewilderment to Father Shannon. "A secret marriage—yes,” assented Father Shannon. “Before I knew Captain Holbrook.” confessed the girl in torture that it seemed would never end. “The lawyer telephoned about ii last night. And so she went—fowlin' was waiting her,” meditated th<- priest. "Flagg had a letter—I didn’t want even you to see it, daddy. Then * * * I went—to get it * • * you know' the rest almost as if—you had seen It all. * • * ” She fumbled in the bosom of her gown—and again offered that decep tively delicate-looking pink missive. This time it was taken. “Here it i&—don’t—read—It—out loud.” “May 1 go. sir?” asked Holbrook. “I’U wait In the hall.” “Ah, don't let him go,” cried the girl to the priest. "Yes—my clear—and I’ll go. too— ’tts not indifference—dear child—’tis just that you will best be alone with your father." “You’d best call my trainer.” said Holbrook, in kindly determination that the situation should savor as lit tle as possible of the tragic. “Are ye there, Donnell?” he called from the doorway. “I ana," floated back a voice. “He is ” announced the Captain, with a smile of assurance—and then he and the priest were gone. Aline was alone with her father! The girl sat like a criminal in the docket—waiting the sentence—and it was her father who must say her doom nozv, as perhaps another judge would pronernor it later. The Letter Again. The man read the little pink letter that told all of the girl’s stolen love —and the days of dreaming by a summer sea—and the dreary nwaken ing with its plea. “You can’t leave me now—Tom.” He read it—and then lie stood in silence regarding it. His little Aline! So she had drunk a bitter draft from the cup of knowl edge—she was a woman, and knew her woman’s heritage. His baby—was a woman! To a man his daughter is sadly often a child—when childhood’s Innocence has been torn from her by pilfering hands that do not know that when the rosebud becomes a rose, it is warm sun and gentle rain that make “the golden heart unclose ’— and that the tearing blast that will not w'alt for Nature’s growth, only destroys. At last Graham asked a question in quiet, tones. “When did this happen, Alire?” “When I was at school in George- , town—the last Easter vacation there.” “Who knew of it?” “Only Hattie.” There was a pause. In a minute of time six years took their grim toll of father and daughter. “There three days at the sea—what place?" “Atlantic City,” came her muffled answer. And still the calm, judicial cross- examination. “Where was 1?” “In Virginia. Grandpa was ill— you’d gone to see him.” Graham looked again at that pink missive. “Why do you say here— 'mock marriage?’” “His letter called It that—only a mock marriage.” “Where his ‘his letter?’ ” “I burned it—that was six years ago” cried the girl, lifting her head with a stricken look marring her eyes to the semblance of death itself. “Who performed this marriage?” "A man in 'Baltimore—a minister, I thought.” i “Do you know hi» name?” “No.” “Did he look like a minister?” I A little gleam of self-justification 1 came into the girl’s eyes at that. “Yes—clothes—his face, too—he seemed a good man.” “Where was it—this ceremony?” “In his house—nice enough place.” “Do you know where the house was? Could you find It?” Aline shook her head hopelessly She could not see where this grilling —this third degree of which she had often heard—was to lead them. “We went there in a carriage. Don’t think I even heard the address. Then we drove right to the station. Hattie came home. He and I—went—to At lantic City.” “Where is this man now?” ques tioned the District Attorney. “I don’t know'. He came back to Washington with me. I went back to school. * * * Oh, must I ” “Three days,” said Graham, grimly. He seemed unaware of her breaking nerves. He did not see that self- control was fast leaving her. “Three days—and after that?" “He went away. I was still at school.” To Be Continued To-morrow. A FTERNOON gown of azure taffeta is shown on the left. The surplice blouse Is edged with turquoise velvet, and has a small Medici collar of the velvet. The arm-holes are low, and the tiny sleeve la edged with chinchilla, as Is the tunic of plaited taffeta. Four circular flounces trimmed in taffeta buttons fall below the tunic. The line of flounces and of tunic is cutaway. The bottom of the skirt opens over a petticoat flounce of turquoise chiffon. The home dressmaker will find It possible to copy this dress at email cost by the substitution of cheaper materials for the taffeta and chinchilla. An inexpensive fur may be used—or black velvet ribbon In a two-lncli width will be fou^fl very effective; and for the taffeta may be substituted an inexpensive silk—or even albatross or cloth of a light weight. The wonderful French model on the right Is de veloped in rose velvet, fur and tulle—the favorite Implements of the smart dressmaker of the Winter. The left side of the bodice is made of draped tuile, veiled by a deep collar of strass. The right side ip of velvet, with a broad kimono sleeve Adged in skunk. A band of this same fur forms the bolt in front and falls on either side in the rounded lines of a basque. A knot of the tulle Is caught at the left hip by straws beads. The skirt drapes into some fullness, and ends in a pointed train. At the line of the hips it is doubled under Itself and falls In a tunic line from this draping.—OLIVETTE. Do You Know That— The same species of flower never shows more than tw 0 of the three colors, red. yellow. and blue. Roe for instance, are foun c j red and yel low, but never blue; verbenas are red and blue, but not yellow. Since Women’s Suffrage waa granted In Illinois there have been three elections, and on each occasion lees than 10 per cent, of the women voted. A bee, unladen, will fly forty miles an hour, but one coming home laden with honey does not travel faster than twelve miles an hour. Grapes contain from 12 to 26 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. If eyelashes are cut, the eyes are weakened XMAS RATES Reduced over N., C. & L. Ry. and V/. & A. R. Apply any Agent. 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