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If I am attractive to people It LJ When g Woman Condemns a Slit Sl^ivt We Always W r ondev How She 14 ould Loov in One MAGAZINE 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 ex- P: t be ( for t try in s the a me 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 of turquoise chiffon. The home dressmaker will find It possible to copy this dress at smaj 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-inch width will be found very effective; and for the taffeta may be substituted 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 tulle, veiled by a deep collar of strass. The right side is of velvet, with a broad kimono sleeve edged in skunk. A band 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. 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. To Be Continued To-morrew. The same species of flower never shows more than two of the three colors, red. yellow, and blue. Ro*' for instance, are fonrifl red and yel low, but never blue; verbenas are red and blue, but not yellow’. Since Women's Suffrage was granted in Illinois there have been three elections, and on each occasion les* 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. 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