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* • When a Woman Condemns a Slit Skirt We Always Wonder How She Would Look in One © An Opportunity ToMake Money a' . |* , '‘ ntor V * f itTntn ability, than Id wnta K>- *° r OBr lawaBoa* aaaded. aad prim offered by Uadis; ^V, manufacturers. 3 r , . P *.! CnU * crttr ^ or ctxr fee retarae^ ~Whv .Seats lam Ion ^ ^ <M4r *®d Your Mom*." and other r$, valuable booklet* Kit free to ur *ddrmm. •.l^aANDOLPH&CO. *m aKSIM 618 “ F ’ Street - N. w., WASHINGTON, n. C. 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 yt s Tzvo Striking Offerings ,*t EXPERTLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE 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, 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 will find it possible to copy this dress at sma.l 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-inoh width will be found very effective, and for the taffeta may be substituted an inexpensive silk-—or even albatross or cloth of a light weight. The wonderful 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 tire bodice is made of draped tulle, veiled by a deep collar of Strass. The right side is of velvet, w'ith a broad kinrono 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 line of the hips it is doubled under itself and falls in a tunic line from this draping.—OLIVETTE. Do You Know 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. 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