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HERE 1s
there Is about her after you have hau
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 hei
strange attraction.
This Is exactly how M ss Dorothy
.lardon, of the Winter Garden, Im
pressed me. and when I ashed her
w hat she did to bewitch people she
told me that it waa something she
would like to share with every one,
because it was in very truth a beaut)
secret that every one could use.
If I am attractive to people It
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When g Woman Condemns a Slit Sl^ivt We Always W r ondev How She 14 ould Loov in One
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Beauty and “the Green
Don't Ho Jealous if You Want to He Beautiful,
By MAUDE MILLER.
Monster
Dorothy Jardon.
5a vs
AT BAY
A Thrilling Story of ;
Society Blackmailers
at at Two Striking Offerings at at
EXPERTLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE
(Novellz.d ky>
"You don't want to prosc-
Miss Dorothy Jardon.
bacaur. i nave ^ainea per.onamy . jeaiouav la constantly exposing per- i
through not being Jealous Jealousy | self to colds Every Jealous fit over
Is the bug-bear of the American | heats the blood and Is therefor® very
I have n©v®r seen anything weakening. And as for facial char
women
like the way that they allow it to
play upon their nerve* and perhaps
to bring a storm of tears in its wake.
Tear* wash away more than a heart-
ag1m». so don't Indulge if you want to
fight off Father Time.
‘In the first place, jealousy lodged
the human breast and allowed full
• was preys upon thfi whole nervous ]
system And when the nerves are
all unstrung the digestive system
cornea in for a general upsetting The
stomach is affected, the appetite goes,
and the energy that should be ex
pended upon the cares and problems
of everyday life is absolutely given
over to the green -e ed monster. So
much for this part of beauty s un
doing
CsIVK* IIF.ll ( OI.DS
“A woman wh-o is subject to fits of
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 should be. \N it tell the
expression of her mouth and the de
elded lines in her face and ask your
self if she can be attractiv® to any
one. Her women friends know her
failing and laugh at her behind her
hack 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!
"Ami so we must all fight against
this jealousy, which is a universal
falling. Some of us succumb to it
easily, some only for rea.1 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 ”
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
The Tiniest Picture
M
Del aw
.spent
ing made the
pa nting in the world.
This picture was executed
grain of corn, and th« pnime
only now recovered it after Y
lo.-t possession of it for more
forty years Having lost track
pi lure, which' he made in ls» *
he w aa only 19 yea »> >
YOU ARE TOO YOUNG.
nlCAR MISS FAIRFAX
■*“'* 1 am eighteen years old. and
«m working for a firm with excel
lent prospects. Two months ago l
met h young girl by chaster, and
elnoe 1 have seen her every night
I would give my right arm to please
her Do you think 1 ought to ask
her parents If 1 can give her a ring?
My salary 1* $24 per week Do you'
think that I am too young, or !s the
salary too small? ANXIOUS.
UR salary is not too email; I am
proud of you that one so young
* so much. But you are too
ait three years, and then you will
s at the memory of what you now
THAT SHOULD NOT WORRY YOU
£)KAR MISS FAIRFAX;
1 am seventeen and am con
sidered very good looking.
M> three chums all have gentle
men friends: but. while I am con
sidered the best looking of the four,
none of the yvung men has ever
asked me to go to any place of
amusement with him or call at my
1 home A. A.
I T Is a fact, wh
when you lool
►•hleh you will r.dmit
nen you look around you, that
the girl who receives the least pro
miscuous attention from the men. and
regards such attention ns of the least
li . • > • e, makes tne best marriage
u> • » ember tills and be happy,
and wait.
(From the play by George Scar
borough, < >w 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 < merald brooch. He wanted
more he tried to take, the letter
away from me. He was choking me.
| daddy—w ith his hand on rny throat.
The words were wrung from a soul in
agony—and Lawrence Holbrook, sol
dier. must stand helpless and see the
nirl he loved tortured by memory and
the stern necessity for relieving her
| agony.
"The girl struck blindly—no pre-
j meditation - plain self-defense—but it
won't get that far—we've destroyed
i Ihe trail.” cried Holbrook in a cres-
j cendO of hope and trust.
"Choked you!” said the father, vis-
stoning those talons of evil on his
: motherless girl's throat.
"Yes." ...
"Were you present? asked Gra-
I ham. wanting reason why Holbrook
| could so vividly portray Aline s tor-
I turo.
"With his hand on her throat? My
God, mail—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 he
forced upon the fathers 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 r f Jove-like command.
"Suspicion mustn't fall on Captain
i Holbrook—he mustn’t be . . .” She
l 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 worlds apart—because of
those "three days by a Rummer sea”—
exact toll from her empty life,
those three days that seemed still to
"Did you know’ she meant to go
there?” questioned the counselor of
Holbrook.
"You are getting me d—d mad-
| you are." cried Holbrook with heat
[ that matched his words.
"He must ask you questions. Lar-
| rv,” interposed Father Shannon pac
ifically.
"But would I lei her do such a
j 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?” w T ent
on the interrogating law.
I "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 w'ere her
father.
“That stuff in the paper, Mr. Gra
ham." explained the churchman, to
whom patience was a virtue beyond
question or cavil.
,\nd then the Irishman let himself
go. All the imaginative mysticism
of his rac*e 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 Ijarry’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.
' Th<s 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
ourse.
!
tided recently t
He advertised
newspapers, wit
tiny landscape
original frame
painting, in col
sharp and clear
execution.
The particula
came ftoin an
as a lad pick
James Buchana
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Up-to-the-Mmute Jokes
duel the parties dis-
pistols without effect,
:e of the seconds inter-
oposed that the com*
1 shake hands. To this
tic iibjtcied as unneces-
tolared it was a
mature i.aiming.
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 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 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 - 1 don’t want to
handle any part of it because—well.
1 • an t tell you over the phone.'
Yes, you can—say me!” DromoUd
Holbrook.
( ite 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 simpleton were just strongly di
re, ted 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 I 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 j
phone. "Thank you. Captain. This
terrible news is so sudden that I !
can't even think.”
"Of course, you can't, poor man.
I've been goin’ round it all night, and
I m fusty 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.
"Don’t, daddy—don’t!” cried Aline.
"Don't sir—you surely 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 it
las f night. And so she went—to what
was waiting her,” meditated the
priest.
"Flagg had a letter—I didn't want
even you to see it, daddy. Then !
* * * 1 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 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
girl to the priest.
"Yes—my dear—and I’ll go. too—
’tii5 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.
"1 am.” floated back a voice.
"He is" announced the Captain,
w ith a smile of assurance—and then
he and the priest were gone. Aline
>a« alone with her father!
The girl *at like a criminal in the
docket—waiting the sentence—and it
was her father who must say her
doom now, as perhaps another judge
would pronounce it later
The Letter Again.
The man road the little pink letter
that told all of the girl’s stolen love j
—and the days of dreaming' by a i
summer sea—and the dreary awaken
ing with its plea. "You can’t leave j
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 of knowl
edge—she was a woman, and knew’
her woman's heritage. His baby—was
a woman! To a man his daughter is
»adly often a child—when childhood's
Irrccence has been torn from her by
piliering 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
no' wait for Nature’s growth, only !
destroys.
At last Graham asked a question in
quiet tones. "When did this happen.
Alir.e ?”
"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
plr.ee?"
"Atlantic City,” came her muffled
a nsw’er.
And still the calm, judicial cross-
examination.
"Where was l?”
”ln 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
e\ es to the semblance of death itself.
"Who performed this marriage?”
"A man in Baltimore—a minister, I
thought.”
"Do you know his name?”
"No.”
"Did he look like a minister?"
A little gleam of self-justification
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 1 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
school."
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 is edged with chinchilla, a3 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
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The home dressmaker will find It possible to
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of cheaper materials for the taffeta and chinchilla.
An Inexpensive fur may be used—or black velvet
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Do You Know
That
an inexpensive silk—or even albatross or cloth of a
light w’eight.
The w’onderful 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
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side is of velvet, with a broad kimono sleeve edged
in skunk.
A band of this same fur forms the belt in front
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hip by strass beads.
The skirt drapes into some fullness, and ends in
a pointed train. At the Jine of the hips it is doubled
under itself and falls in a tunic line from this
draping.—OLIVETTE.
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