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An Opportunity ToMakeM onev Uventon. «>«» -f idra. .mA llratr, dbilitr. >1 <U r «w Im 0f HrmEou KrtM. od pnrr. eft naautactaren. i- “*«"d or «nr fee nturxd. "Wkv - F «.l. How* Cat Yea P.twt „d Yea Me*. • aluihl* beeUeti m free *o .** .ddrae RANDOLPH & CO Atlorvtia, r ‘Jg$ 618 “F* Street, N. W„ WA§HIKGTO>, D. ©. WANTED. 1 <?/? t; Woman Condemns a Slit Skirt We Always Wonder Mow She Would Look in One ® Beauty and “the Green Monster” Don't Be Jealous if You Want to Be Beautiful, Says Dorothy Jardotv AT BAY l A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers By MAUDE MILLER, T HERE 1b a Ciri In New York who It fo attractive that the attrac tion of one particular feature does not stand out, but Is merged Into one alluring whole. Phe Is so won* derful 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. Thla Is exactly hew Miss Dorothy Jardon, of the Winter Garden, Im pressed roe, and when I asked her what she did to bewitch people she fold me that It was something she would ltke to share with every one. because It was In vry truth a beauty secret that every one could use. HUH BECHET. “If I am attractive to people It Is (Novelized by) “You don’t want to prose- Hol brook, cute 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- f From the play by George Scar- j grilv. Couldn't the man see, he won- borougl w l.< inK i".;sontwl at th. | , ier ed how *asy it all would be if | l larngh»hoM »>r c ‘° n 1 1 rected to him. lie forgot that a sus pect is often half proven a criminal, i “The man under arrest is so near International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “A letter of mine that I didn't want people to sec 1 gave him $200 and mother's < merald brooch. He wanted more—he tried to take the letter away from mo. 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 he loved tortured by memory and the stern necessity for relieving her agony. “The gill struck blindly no pre- i meditation—plain self-defense—but it won’t get that far—we’ve destroyed j | t he trail,” cried Holbrook in a cres cendo of hope and trust. “Choked you!” said the father, vis- ! sionlng those talons of evil on his motherless girl’s throat. “Yes,” “Were you present?” asked Gnf-i ham. wanting reason why Holbrook could so vividly portray Aline’s tor ture. “With his hand on her throat? My God. man—do ye think I'm a dead fish'.’” cried the captain, in cold Yury 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 nie. . . . Tell him, please. ’ “I sneaked it otit 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 1 man was all pent up energy as he fort • rj upon the father’® dazed cfln - I sciousness the danger that menaced i the girl they both loved. “Why, man i —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.” j said the girl to her father, in a tone of sudden quiet resignation. ’’The de ceit— the suspense- and y ou to trick . the law for me — I'll bear what 1 ! 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 j would save from saving her was there I —she spoke of “Captain Holbrook" as I one immeasurable distances away— j and from her she felt he was in truth measureless worlds apart—because of i those “three days by a summer sett”— j exact toll from her empty life, those three days that seemed still to “Did you know she meant to go I there?" questioned the counselor of Holbrook. “You are getting me d—d mad—- 1 you are.*’ cried Holbrook with heat i that matched his words. “He must ask you questions. Lar- ! ry,” interposed Father Shannon pac- I ideally. ’ “But would I let her do such a ; thing?" “No!” said Father Shannon; but | he does not know you as l do -and the law r can’t take a man for granted | like the church can.” “Then why were you there?” went Ion the interrogating law ”L went to thrash him—but you can’t strike a dead man,” explained 1 Captain Holbrook categorically. “Why thrash him?” “Oh, I told you that last night,” I, because I have gained personality through not being Jealous. Jealousy 1 self to colds. Every jealous fit over women. 1 have never seen anything I weakening, like the way that they Allow it to j acterlstica. play upon their nerves and perhaps to bring a storm of tears In Its wake. Tears wash away more than a heart ache, so don’t Indulge If you want to fight off Father Time. ‘In the first place, jealousy lodged In the human breast and allowed full • way prey# upon the whole nervous system. And when the nerves are all unstrung, the digestive system comes in for a general upsetting. The stomach Is affected, the appetite goes, and the energy that should, he ex pended upon the arcs and problems of everyday life is absolutely given over to the green eyed monster. So much for this part of beauty's un doing. And as for facial char- 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 ateh 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 and laugh at her behind her Miss Dorothy Jardon. jealousy is constantly exposing her t back 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 ho we must all fight against i this jealousy, which is a universal failing. Some of us succumb to it easily, some only for real cause, and I some, not at all, for it affects every I one differently. But fight against it we must. If we wish to establish a beauty^ record of any kind among * American w omen '* Advice to the Lovelorn Bv BEATRICE FAIRFAX. The Tiniest 1 ^cture YOU ARE TOO YOUNG. nEAR Miss FAIRFAX \ am eighteen years old. and am working for a firm with excel lent prospects. Two months ago I met a young girl by chance, and elnoe I have seen her everv night ] wouVd give my right arm to please her. Do you think T ought to ask her parent® If 1 can give her a ring? My salary is $514 per week. Do yon think that I am too young, or Is the salary too small? ANXIOUS salary is not too email; T am >ud of you that one as young much Rut you are too THAT SHOULD NOT WORRY YOU DEAR MISS FAIRFAX I atn seventeen and am con sidered very good looking My three chums all have gentle men friends; but. while I am con sidered the best looking of the four, none of the yonng men has ever asked ms to go to any place of amusement with him or call at my home A. A. I I Is a fact, when you 1 orn, and the recovered it after having sion of it for more than Having lost track of the j picture, which he made in 1869. when he was only 19 years old. S -hulls de cided recently to try to recover it. He advertised in several foreign i newspapers, with the result that the tiny landscape came to him in its original frame a few days ago, the j painting, in color and line, being as i sharp and clear as on the day of its ; execution. The particular grain of corn used I came from an ear that Mr. Schultz [ as a lad picked on the estate of James Buchanan, fifteenth President j of the United States, at Wheatland. ; Pa. He had gone there to attend the *x-President's funeral, and plucked ! the ear of corn as a souvenir. As I for the picture itself. ;• well known 1 artist, who saw it man;, years ago. ! declared it w as a masterpiece of j ttiulat jjre painting. i roe years, and then you will lie memory of what you now which yon will admit look aaound von. that the girl who receives the least pro miscuous attention from the men. and regards Rich attention as of the least importance, makes tne best marriage. Just remember this and be happy, ai.d watt. Up -to- the- M mute jokes ryraan: “I igious sort c n try man: 'No, liglous folk, m Sundays.’' letter h that dunno; thing.” t can’t It says. six wet**^ in front w„ the whuskey. At a recent duel the parties dis- chrrged their pistols without effect, whereupon one of the seconds inter posed and proposed that the com batants should shake hands. To this the 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.” "1 told you he was a composer of i heirs. He sells soothing syrup.” impatiently the Irishman replied to all this "flubdub” of the law that could go a-laeerating 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 <t 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—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 th*n the soldier took command of the poet and Captain Holbrook fin ished Larry’s little flight in this wise. “For tlie 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 kicl^ up a dust!” Graham seized upon one idea "Tins 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 ii. 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 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 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 entirelv 1 don’t want to handle any part of it because—well, I can't tell you over the phone.” “Yes, you can—say me!” prompted 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, j 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 mesetf." More Revelations. "I may seem ungrateful, Captain Holbrook, for the service and dovo- ! tion you’ve shown Aline since this man Flagg was killed—but i 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 j who had, as he saw it. harmed and now determined to save Alirve. “pori’t, daddy—don't!” cried Aline, j “Don’t sir—you surely don’t w’ant— : 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 td Father Shannon. “A secret marriage—yes.” assented Father Shannon. “Before J knew’ Captain Holbrook.” confessed the girl in torture that it seemed would never end. “The lawyer telephoned about it las’ night. And so she (vent—to w hat was waiting her.” meditated the priest. “Flagg had a letter—I didn't want even you to see it, daddy. Then * * * I 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, j “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 j just that you will best be alone with j your father.” “You’d best call my trainer.” said Holbrook, in kindly determination that the situation should savor as lit- • tie 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, j with a smile of assurance—and then j he and the priest were gone. Aline \\ns alone with her father! The girl sat like a criminal in'the 1 docket—waiting the sentence—and It j was her father who must say her doom now, as perhaps another judge would pronounce it later. The Letter Again. The man read the little pink letter that told all of the girl’s stolen love j —and the days 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 1 then he stood in silence regarding it. ; His little Aline! So she had drunk j a bitter draft from the cup of knowl- j edge—she was a woman, and knew 1 her woman’s heritage. His baby—was ! a woman! To a. man his daughter is sadly often a child—w’hen childhood’s j innocence has been torn from her by , pikering hands that do not know that when the rosebud becomes a rose, it ! is warm sun and gentle rain that I make “the golden heart unclose’—j and that the tearing blast that will \ not wait for Nature s grow th only j destroys. At last Graham asked a question in quiet tones. “When did this happen, j Alice ?’’ “When T 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 place?” “Atlantic City,” came her muffled answer. And still the calm, judicial cross- examination. “Where was 1?” “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?’” “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 eyes to ’the semblance of death itself. “Who performed this marriage?” “A man in Baltimore—a minister. 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