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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 $24 P©r week. Do you think that I am too ybung, or Is the salary too small? ANXIOUS. Y OtTR ea-Vary Is not too small; I am proud of you that one so young earns so much. But you are too young Wait three years, and then you will smile at the memory of what you now oall love. First Countryman (seeing a letter box for the first time): “What’s that for, Tom?” .Second Countryman: “I dunno; looks like a religious sort o’ thing.” First Countryman: “No,? it can’t belong to no religious folk. It says. No collections on Sundays.' ” * * * Doctor—1 hope >ou are following my Instructions carefully, Sandy the pills three times a day, and a drop Of whisky at bedtime.” Sandy—“Week sir. I may be a wee bit behind wi’ the pills, but aboot six weeks in front wi’ ttte whuakey,” back because she let* It dominate her And as for being attractive to men, she has made this forever im possible A woman must appeal to a man through another woman, or not at all! “And so we must all fight against this jealousy, which is a universal failing. Some of us succumb to it easily, some only for real cause, amd some, not at all, for It affects every one differently. Bui fight against It i we must. Jf we W ish to establish a i beauty record of any kind among * American w >men " THAT SHOULD NOT WORRY YOU DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am sei*enteen and am con sidered very good looking. My three chums all have gentle man fiends; but, while I urn ,$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. .... — — — Up-to-the-Minute Jokes An Opportunity ToMakeM onev 4*7 Nr on Int mi itnoneo, needed. sod pran offer nunnfirturcn PofenU Mewed or eur too ranmed. "WH» 3, f«,l. "How *• Got Venn Potoat and Ynnr Maaaj valuable boaUata mm free to as, eddieor a RANDOLPH & CO. Patent Attnawa, H18 T’ Street, N. W„ WA8HI3TOTOS, t>. O. 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 FTERNOON gown of azure taffeta is shown on the left. The surplice blouse is edged with turquoise velvet, and has a small Medici collal* of the velvet. The arm-holes are low, and the tiny sleeve Is 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 wijl And It possible to copy this dress at small cost by the substitution of cheaper materials for the taffeta and chinchilla. An lnerpemetve fur may be used—or black velvet rCbbon In a two-tnoh width will be found very effective, and for the taffeta may be substituted 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 an inexpensive silk—or even albatross or cloth of a light weight. The wonderful French model on the right ia 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 tulle, veiled by a deep collar of Str&as. The right side is of velvet, with a broad kimono sleeve edged in skunk. A hand of this same fur forms the belt 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 strass beads. 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