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When a Woman Condemns a Slit Skirt We Always Wonder How She Would Look tn One
Beauty and “the Green Monster”
Don’t Be Jealous if You Want to Be Beautiful, Says Dorothy Jardon.
By MAUDE MILLER.
T HERE 1« a girl In New York who
s so attractive that th« attrac
tion of one particular fejfture
ne* not stand out, but 1* merged into
on® Alluring whole. She la so won-
.iorful that with her first appearance
on the stage a current of electricity
runs like Are through the audience.
And when you ask yourself what
there is about her after you have had
time to somewhat collect your senses,
you are nowhere nearer solving the
problem then you were before. Beauty
Is there, but you have perhaps seen
beautiful women before without her
strange attraction.
This Is exactly how Miss Dorothy
Jardon, of the Winter Garden, im-
rne, and when I <*jiked her
wr.at she did to bewitch people she
told me that It was something- she |
would like to share with every one,
because it was in very truth a beauty
secret that every one could use.
heh skckbt.
"If I am attractive to people It Is
Miss Dorothy Jardon.
because i have gained personality
through not being jealous. Jealousy
Is the bug-bear of the American
"omen J have never seen anything
the way that they allow it to
D ja y upon their nerves and perhaps
to bring a storm of tears In its wake.
T^ar.s wash away more than a heart-
ich e, so don't indulge if you want to
off Father Time.
In the first place, jealousy lodged,
r th* human breast and Allowed full
** V preys upon tho whole nervous j
And when the nerves are (
8,: ’^strung, the digestive system
rom «s in for a general upsetting. The
p, om«ch Is affected, the appetite goes,
• nf l the energy that should be ex-
P«nded upon the cares and problems
“veryaay life is absolutely given
• v,r to the green-eyed monster. So
ro’ieh for this part of beauty's un
doing.
®IVK8 Prum (OLDS
** A woman wbo is subject to fit® of
rhe Tiniest Picture
M r. samuel Schultz, who
has a scenic and mural paint
ing studio at Wilmington, in
Ib hware, has won, despite a. lifetime
*> ,p nt in fainting subjects in heroic
the unique distinction pf hav
ing made the smallest landscape
i-dnting in the world.
"iiis picture was executed on a
* r n of corn, and the painter haH
' r v now recovered it after having
l"- u posse'TOion of it for more than
' r, y years. Having lost track of the i
i are. which he made in 1869, when
V was only 19 years old, Schultz de-
recently to try to recover it.
Ht Advertised in several foreign
' ’ papers, with the result that the
landscape came to him in its
■-Inal frame a few days ago, the
•'ting, in color and line, being as
”P and clear as on the day of its
execution.
Th- particular grain of corn use-1
1 “ from an ear that Mr. Schultz
i lad picked on the estate of
,rnr & Buchanan, fifteenth President
•i’* 1 United States, at Wheatlartd.
He had gone there to attend the
President’s funeral, and plucked
; ‘ °ar of corn as a souvenir. As
^ the picture itself, ft well known
*t. who saw it many years ago
^ la red it wftt a masterpiece of
^kiiiatuxe psuaun&,
jealousy is constantly exposing her
self 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 shoaild be. W atch 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
failing and laugh at hqr behind her
YOU ARE TOO YOUNG.
t-)EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am eighteen years old. and
am working for a firm with excel
lent prospects. Two months ago X
met a young girl by chance, and
since I have seen her every night.
I would gt** my right arm to please
her Do you think I ought to ask
her parents If I can give her a ring?
My Salary is $24 P©r week. Do you
think that I am too ybung, or Is the
salary too small? ANXIOUS.
Y OtTR ea-Vary Is not too small; I am
proud of you that one so young
earns so much. But you are too
young
Wait three years, and then you will
smile at the memory of what you now
oall love.
First Countryman (seeing a letter
box for the first time): “What’s that
for, Tom?”
.Second Countryman: “I dunno;
looks like a religious sort o’ thing.”
First Countryman: “No,? it can’t
belong to no religious folk. It says.
No collections on Sundays.' ”
* * *
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Instructions carefully, Sandy the pills
three times a day, and a drop Of whisky
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Sandy—“Week sir. I may be a wee
bit behind wi’ the pills, but aboot
six weeks in front wi’ ttte whuakey,”
back because she let* It dominate
her And as for being attractive to
men, she has made this forever im
possible A woman must appeal to a
man through another woman, or not
at all!
“And so we must all fight against
this jealousy, which is a universal
failing. Some of us succumb to it
easily, some only for real cause, amd
some, not at all, for It affects every
one differently. Bui fight against It
i we must. Jf we W ish to establish a
i beauty record of any kind among
* American w >men "
THAT SHOULD NOT WORRY YOU
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am sei*enteen and am con
sidered very good looking.
My three chums all have gentle
man fiends; but, while I urn ,$w-
sldcred t.he best looking of the four,
none of the y^ung men has ever
asked me to go to any place of
amusement with him or call at my
home. A. A.
I I Is a fact, which you will admit
when you look around you. that
the «1 r l who receives the least pro
miscuous attention from the men. and
regards suoh attention as of the least
importance, makes tne best marriage.
Just remember this and be happy,
and wait.
At a recent duel the parties dis
charged their pistols without effect,
whereupon onelfof the seconds Inter
posed and proposed that the com
batants should shake hands. To this
th<* other second objected as unneces
sary.
“Their hands.” said he. “have, been
shaking for half an hour."
* * *
Hoax: “I thought you said that the
man was a musician?”
Joax: “Nonsense!”
“You certainly told me he wrote
melodies.”
“I told you he was a composer of
hetrtf. \ He sella aooUiing syrup.”
— — ... —in—‘ " <
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
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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.
“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 hart® on my throat.”
The words were wrung from a soul in
agony—and Lawrence Holbrook, sol
dier. must stand helpless and,see the
girl he loved tortured by memory and
the stern necessity for relieving her
agony.
“The girl struck ' blindly—no pre
meditation—plain self-defense—but it
won’t get that far—we’ve destroyed
the tipIV* 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. \yanting reason why Holbrook
could so vividly portray Aline’s tor
ture.
"With his hand on her throat?— M)
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 het\” The
man was all pent up energy as he
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—Ill bear what l
must ”•
“No—no ” thundered (he captain
in a tone of Jove-like command.
“Suspicion mustn’t fall on Captain .
Holbrook—lie mustn't be . She i P r "‘ e ' 1
seemed to forget that the man she . * PS * nv nnr * 111 go. too—-
would Save from sav ing her was there* l ' no * indiflctonce dear child — Us
—she spoke of “Captain Holbrook” as T |St y.iii will best be alone with
one immeasurable distances away-- •’ ou ^
and ffom her she fe ; he was in truth ' You d best tall my trainer, said
measureless woYlds apart—because of | C' Ibroot. in kindly determination
those “three days by a summer sea”— situation should savor as lit-
exacl toll from her empty , l1e t h^sible of the tragic,
those three da\* thflJ seemed still to 1 • vt ' Liere Donnell? he called
“Did you know , idle meant to go 1 ' ! '.'T 1 !0 ., doorway
there?” questioned the qpunsclor of I * ani - floated ba k a voice
Holbrook. lie is” announced the Captain.
“You are getting me d d mad- I v> ith n ?»milo of assurance-and then
you are'' cried Holbrook with heat an ^ orient were gone. Aline
that matched his words. ! R * 0, ? e "'tn her father!
“He must ask you questions, Lar- , ! ,le ^ irl Hkc* a criminal in the
ry,” interposed Father Shannon pac-j ' n ' 1 ° f -"'lilting the sentence -and it
iflcally. » v r. • her father w ho must say her
“But would I let her do such a ! cloom now, as perhaps another Judge
thing?" I "’ould pronounce it later.
A •* Two Striking Offerings .st .st
EXPERTLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE
| Holbrook “You don’t want to prose-
• cute me!”
“I want to work on the other side.”
said Graham, after allowing himself
rone still, lonft glance at the eager
captain.
"day ME!” said that individual an-
grilj. Couldn’t the man see, he won
dered how easy it all would he if
the suspicion were Just strongly di
rected to him. Ho 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 j
fairly pranced in glee.
“That I don’t want to prosecute. I
may even want to defend him! Yes, '
1 want to be relieved immediately. |
Well, tnank you." He hung up the
phone. “Thank you. Captain. This
terrible news is so sudden that l :
can’t even think.”
“Of course, you can’t, poor man.
I've been goin’ round it all night, and
I’m fuzzy meself. '
More Revelations.
"I may seem ungrateful, Captain i
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. *
"Don't, daddy- don’t!” erjed Aline.
“Don’t sir you surely don't want-—
to tilt at windmillb— 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 GCCX RRED!”
"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 it
last night.’ And so she went—to what
was waiting her.” meditated the
priest.
“Flagg had a letter—1 didn’t want
even you to see it, daddy. Then
* * * I went—to get It * • * j
you know the rest almost as if—you
had seen it all. * * * ”
Blie fumbled in the bosom of her
gov n—and again offered that decep
tively delicate-looking pink missive
This time it was taken.
“Here it is—don’t—read—it—out
loud.” ! .
“May I go, sir?” asked Holbrook,
‘i’ll wait in the hall."
“Ah, don't let him go,” cried the
“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 thraah him?”
‘‘Ob. 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—w'hen the bleftsed halo of
a girl you love makes you tremble in
every nerv of your body, it’s quick
as a stroke <f lightning when it hits
your nostrils again. Why, the whole
room shouted Aline nt me!"
And then the soldier took command
of the poet and Captain Holbrook fin
ished Larry’s little Might in this wise
‘‘For the love of heaven, Mr. Gra
ham. quit tryfn’ me and start protect
ing her. Get those policeman out of
your houae -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. ^!all me names or kick me
out of the house, or something lik^-
that, and I’ll swear at you and call
you an ignoramus—anything to kick
up a dust!”
Graham seized upon one iden
“Th<i Department of Justice.” He
went to the telephone and called, “2K
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 calmnesfu
She tinned 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 w’ire “Well, is the first assistant
in—put him on the line, please.”
Holbrook come forward to 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 road 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.
II-, father was her friend after all!
“Relieved entirely—I don’t want to’
handle any part of it because well,
I cant til S »u o\ et l te ph >nt '
“Yes, you caa—say me!” prompted
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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
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The home dressmaker wijl And It possible to
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of cheaper materials for the taffeta and chinchilla.
An lnerpemetve fur may be used—or black velvet
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Do You Know
That
The Letter Again.
The m;in read the little pink letter
that told all Qf the girl’s widen love
—and the day's of dreaming by a
summer sea—and the dreary awaken
ing with its plea. “You can't leave
me now—Tom.” He read it—and
then he stood in silence regarding it.
His little Aline! So she had drunk
a bitter draft from the cup op knowl
edge—she was a woman, and knew
her woman’s heritage. His baby—w # as
a woman! To a man his daughter is
sadly often a child — when childhood’s
ir-r-rcence has been torn from her by
pit:rring hands that do tint know that
when the rosebud becomes a rose, it 1
is warm sun and gentle rain that i
make “the golden heart unclose
and that the tearing blast that will
not wait for Nature's growih* only
destroys.
At last Graham asked a question in »
quiet tones. “When did this happen. |
Alire?”
“When I was at school in George-j
town—the last Easter vacation there.”
"Who knew of it?” «
“Only Hattie."
There wa.4 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 I?"
“In Virginia. Grandpa was ill—
you’d gone to see him.”
Graham looked again at that pink
missive. "Why do say here—
'mock marriage?’”
"His letter <'*fed it that—only a
mock marriage.” V
“VV’here his ‘his letter?’”
“T burned t it—that was six years
ago” cried the girl, lifting her head
with a stricken look marring h«-r
rfyes to the semblance of death itself.
“Who performed this marriage?”
man in Baltimore—a minister. I
thought.”
"Do you know his name?"
“No.” •
"Did lie look like a minister?"
A little, gleam of self-justifleation
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 piare "
“Do you know where the house
was? Could you And it?”
Aline shook her head hopelessly
She coulfl not sep where this griHint; ] Rprhlrflfl (Wt»r N 0 Rr. Sit
this thin) rJeRree of which rhe ht..l | ^eUUUeU I G. 06 OL.
often heard — was to lead thepi.
“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 l—went—to At
lantic City."
“Where is this man now?” ques
tioned the District Attorney.
“I don’t know. He came hack to
Washington with me, 1 went back to
school. • • * Oh. must I ”
“Three days,” said Graham, grimly.
He seemed unaware of her break)
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-morrovw
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