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Beauty and “the Green Monster'
Don't Bo Jealous if You Want to Bo Beautiful, Says Dorothy Jardon.
By MAUDE MILLER.
T HERE 1* a girl in New York who
Is to ettrartive that the attrac
tion of one particular feature
rloe* not stand out, but la merged into
one alluring: whole She Is an won
derful that with her first appearance
on the stajre 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
la there, but you have perhaps seen
beautiful women before withou
strange attraction
This la exactly how Miss Dorothy
Jardon. of the Winter Garden, im
pressed me, and when I asked her
what she did to bewitch people she
told me that It was something she
would like to ahare with every one,
because it was in very truth a beauty
secret that every ona eould use.
II F M IFCRFiT
at tract Iv
people
a m
AT BAY
(Novelized by>
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
(From the nlay by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thlrt \ - ninth .Street Theater, New York.
Hci-.ai i Kl.is 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 hr loved tortured by memory and
the stein 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 trail." cried Holbrook in a cres
cendo of hope and trust.
"Choked you!" said the father, vls-
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 Alines tor
ture.
"With his hand on her throat? My
God. mm—do ye think I'm a dead
fish?" ( tied 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.
Thene’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 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—ail 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
I one immeasurable distances away —
I and from her she felt he was in truth
I measureless worlds apart—because of
those "three days by a summer 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." (Tied Holbrook with heat
that matched his words.
"He must ask you questions, Lar-
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 MK!" 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 T don't want to prosecute. I
may even want, to defend him! Yes,
1 want to be relieved immediately.
Well, thank you." He hung up the
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 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.
"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 in- La 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 1 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—I didn’t want I
even you to see It, daddy. Then j
* * * 1 went —to get it * * * j
you know the rest almost as if—you j
had seen It all. • * • ”
She fumbled in the bosom of her
gov. n—and again offered that deeep- |
t ively delicate-looking pink missive.
This time it was taken. •
"Here it is—don’t—read—it—out
loud.”
"May I go. sir?” askjed 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—
’tis not indifference—dear child—'tis 1
just that you will best be alone with
your father."
"You’d best call my trainer." said
Hrlbrook. 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,
with n 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
interposed Father Shannon pac
ittcallv i " a!r MCI ittLiici vv iiu muni nay uci |
••But' would I let her do such a ! doom now, as perhaps another'judge I
thing?
No!" said Father Shannon: "hut
he does not know you as I do and
the law can’t take a man for granted
like the church can."
went
►erause 1 have gained personality
through not being Jealous Jealousy
1s the bug-bear of the American
women, i have never seen anything
like the way that they allow it to
play upon their nerves and perhaps
to bring a storm of teats In Its wake.
Tears wash away more than a heart
ache, so don't indulge If you want to
fignt off Father Time.
Miss Dorothy Jardon.
jealousy In constantly exposing her
self to colds. Every Jealous tit over
heats the blood and is therefore very
weakening. And as for facial char
acterlstics. Watch th* 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. AN atch the
expression of her mouth and the de
"In the first place. Jealousy lodged I elded lines in her face and ask your-
in the human breast and allowed full ] s6 lf if she can be attractive to any-
frlends know her
her behind her
»wa\ preys upon the whole nervous
system. And when the nerves are
ell unstrung, the digestive s.stem
com*-?, in for a general upsetting The
stomach is affected, the appetite goes,
and the energy that should he ex
pended upon the tares and problems
of everyday life Is absolutely given
r\.*r to the green-e.ed monster So
mr.ch for this part of beauty's un
it o n g
Ol \ F> HER ( Ol.OV
"A woman who Is subject to fits of
Her women
j failing and laugh at
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!
"And so we must all fight against
tills jealousy, which is a universal
falling Some of ua succumb to It
easily, some only for real cause, and
some, not »»t all, for it affects every
one differentlv Rut 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
R. SAMUEL SCHULTZ, who
has a scenic and mural paint
ing studio at Wilmington, in
Delaware, has won. despite a lifetime
spent In painting subjects in heroic
sizes, the unique distinction of hav
ing made the smallest landscape
painting in the world.
Tnis picture was executed on a
grain of corn, and the painter has
only now recovered it after having
lost possewion of it for more than
forty years Having lost track of the
pn ture. which he made in 1869. when
he was only 19 years old. S mltz
cided recently to try to recover
He advertised in several fort
newspaper?, with the result tha
YOU ARE TOO YOUNG.
nBAR MISS FAIRFAX
1 am eighteen y«ar» old, and
am working for a firm with excel
lent proapectH Two months ago l
met a young girl by chancy, and
elnce I have seen her every night
I would give my right arm to please
her. Do you think 1 ought to aak
her parents If I can give hvr a ring ’
Mv salary 1* $24 per week Do you
think that T am too young or is the
salary too small? ANXIOUS.
wopR salary is not too small; I am
1 proud of you that one so young
earns so much Rut you are too
you ng.
Walt three years, and then you will
annls at the memory of what you now-
call love.
THAT SHOULD NOT WORRY YOU
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX
1 am seventeen and am con
sidered very good looking
My three chums all have gentle-
* men friends, but. while I am COB*
iidered the best looking of the four,
none of the y.vung men has ever
asked me to go to any place of
amusement with him or call at my
! home A. A.
fact, which you will admit
you look around you. that
Is a
when
the girl who receives the least
mlscuo is attention from the men. and
regards such attention as of the leas;
Importance, makes t.-.e best marriage
Just remember lids and be happy,
and wait.
tr
Up-to-the-Minute Jokes
tiny landscape came to him in lU 1 First Countryman <(seeing a letter
original frame a few days ago, th«-j box for the first time): "What's that
painting in color and line, being as
sharp and clear as on the day* of it?- ,
execution.
The particular grain of corn used
came fiom an ear that Mr. Schultz ,
as a lad picked on the * state of
James Buchanan, fifteenth President
of the United State' at Wheatland,!
Pa. He had z >ne there to attend the
ex - President’s funeral, and plucked,
t tie ear of corn as a souvenir. \s ,
for the picture itself a well known
artist, who saw it many years ago.
dec lared it was a masterpiece of i
miniature i aiming.
for. Tom ’"
Second Countryman: "1
looks like a religious sort c
First Countryman "No. it
belong to no religious folk.
No collections on Sundays.’
Junno;
thing."
ant
ays.
hope you ar
cgrefuLv, *■
At a recent dud the patties 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
Sviry.
"Their ham
shaking for h
objected
as unnecc
"Then why were you there?
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. 1 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 papeY. Mr. Gra
ham.' explained the churchman, to
whom patience was a virtue beyond
question or cavil.
And then the Irishman let himself
go. aii the imaginative mysticism
of his race claimed him for a mo
ment.
“A rose on the Moor—her perfume
in tlie 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
t!. i • 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® 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. j
She turned to him—fathomless
depths in her eyes. And so they j
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 to make
eager protest. 1 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 ol Judaon Flagg laat night.
Yes—case is coming into my office,
and d like to be relieved from work
on it."
the Slowly a light kindled and flushed
:ts 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,
1 can’t tell you over the phone."
" \ os, you can say me!" prompted
would pronounce 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 J
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 druriK i
a bitter draft from the cup of knowl- j
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 !
ir t ccence has been torn from her by
piBering hands that do uot know that i
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
nof wait for Nature's growth, only i
destroys.
\t last Graham asked a question in ■
quiet tones. "When did this happen, j
Alice ?"
, "When 1 was at school in George- j
town—the last Easter vacation there." i
"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
plfce?”
"Atlantic City," came her muffled
a nswer.
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 you say here—
'mock marriage?''
"Hi9 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.”
"Do y ou know his name?"
■ "No.”
Did he look like a minister?"
A little gleam of self-justification
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That—
me 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 eould 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 i
W as! ington with me. I w ent back to I
school. * * * Oh. must t ’’ |
Three days." said Graham, grimly. I
He seemed unaware of her breaking j
nerves. He did not see that self-
control was fast leaving her.
Three days—and after that ”"
"He went away I was still at I
svhool.”
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