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Beauty and “the Green Monster”
Don't He Jealous if You Want to He Beautiful, Says Dorothy Jardon.
By MAUDE MILLER.
T HERE Is a girl In New York who
Is so attractive that the attrao-
i on of on® particular feature
,: u *»s not stand out, but Is merged Into
one alluring whole. She la so won
derful that with her first appearance
on the stage a current of electricity
runs like tire 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 ths :
problem then you were before. Beauty j
Is there, but yon have perhaps seen
beautiful women before without her
strange attraction.
Thla Is exactly how Miss Dorothy
Jardon, of the Winter Garden, 1m-
preseed me, and when I asked her
what she did to bewitch people she
told me that It wee something she
would like to share with every one,
becauoe It was in very truth a beauty
secret that every one could use
HPm SECRET.
“If I om attractive to people It Is
AT BAY
(Novelized by>
A Thrilling Story of \
Society Blackmailers
“You don't want to prose-
8
Holbrook,
cute me!”
“I want to work on the other side.” 1
said Graham, after allowing: himself j
one still, long glance at the eager !
captain.
Say ME!" said that individual an- i
grily. Couldn't the man see, he won- j
dered how easy it all would be if
the suspicion were just strongly di- j
rented to him. He forgot that a sus
pect is often half proven a criminal.
The man under arrest is so near
me in a certa n way ” began Gra-
r of mine that I didn’t warn ! ham in an uncertain way.
s.-h I gave him $2#u and I That’s the stuff!’ and Holbrook
. . . , r t> . . fairly pranced in glee,
me!iiId broo'li He xianted , • That , do „., ; Wilnt t0 prosecute I
tried to tr.ke the letter I mav even want to defend him! Yes, I
(From i he pin by CleorKe Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held ; ml copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
away from me. He w;
daddy - with his hat. 1
The words were wrung
agony—and Lawrence
is choking me,
jn my throat,
from a soul In
Holbrook, sol-
‘ dier, must stand helpless and see the
j girl he loved tortured by memory and
the stern 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
j the trail, cried Holbrook in a cres
cendo of hope and trust.
“Choked you!” said the father, vis-
sioning those talons of evil on his
motherless girl’s throat.
"Yes.”
“Were you present?”
ham. wanting reason w
could so vividly portray
ture.
"With his hand on hep throat? My
God. rn in—do ye think I’m a dead
fish?” cried the captain, in cold fury
And added, with quiet venom,
was cold a half hour when I
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 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—all the time, mind ye!”
Why Holbrook Went.
"I’m willing to givo 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
i seemed to forget that the man she
j would save from saving her was there
I —she spoke of “Captain Holbrook” as
one immeasurable distances away—
j and from her she felt he was in truth
| measureless worlds apart—because of
I 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.
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—
I you are." cried Holbrook with heat
that matched his words.
"He must ask you questions, Lar-
; rv," interposed Father Shannon pac-
: ifinally.
“But woidd
j thim
"I may seem ungrateful. Captain i
| Holbrook, for the service and devo- j
! 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
who had. as he saw it, harmed and
now determined to save Aline.
"Don't, daddy—don’t!” cried Aline. 1
"Don’t 3ir—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.” Cfied
Graham, turning in bewilderment to
Father Shannon.
"A secret marriage—yes,” assented
Father Shannon.
“Before I knew' Captain Holbrook,” 1
confessed the girl in torture that it .
seemed would never end.
"The lawyer telephoned about it j
las’ night. And so she went—to what
was waiting her,” meditated the
priest.
"Flagg had a letter—T didn’t want i
even you to see it, daddy. Then J
* * * j went—to get it * * *
you I now 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, j
This time it was taken.
“Here it is—don’t—read—it—out j
loud.”
“May I go. sir?” asked Holbrook, j
"I’ll wait in the hall.”
“Ah, don’t let him go,” cried the i
girl to the priest.
“Yes—my dear—and I’ll go. too—
’tls not Indifference—dear child—’tis i
just that you will best be alone with I
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,
with n smile of assurance—and then
he and the priest were gone. Aline
Das 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
l let her do such a ! doom now, as perhaps another judge
j would pronounce it later.
Miss Dorothy jariion.
through not being Jealous. Jealousy
Is the bug-bear of the American
women. I have never seen anything
like the wav that they allow' It to
play upon the r 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
hgnt off Father Time.
Is constantly exposing her
self to colds. Every Jealous fit over
heats the blood and Is therefore very
weakening. And as for facial char
acteristics. Watch the Jealous
I could go a-laoerating the won
! loved, though the questioner we
failing and laugh at her behind her
’In the first place. Jealous.' lodged j elded linr in her face and as.» >our-
in the human breast and allowed full j »e 1 f If she can b«* attractive to any*
sway preys upon the whole nervous j oni , women friends know her
system. And when the nerves are
all unstrung, the digestive system!
comes In for a general upsetting. The
stomach Is affected, the appetite goes,
snd the energy that should be ex
pended upon the cares and problems
of everyday life is absolutely given
over to the green-eyed monster. So
much for this part of beauty's un
doing.
GIVES IIEll COLDS.
M A woman who Is subject to tits of
eyes, which are coui, naru unu iobi* i auu »o wo must all fight against
Uss. not tender and alluring as a j this jealousy, w'hich is a universal
woman's eyes should be. Watch the tailing. Some of us succumb to it
salon of her mouth and the do i easily, some only for real cause, and
and a
some, not at all, for It affects every
one differently. But light against it
wo must, if we wish to establish a
beauty record of any kind among
American women ”
Advice to the Lovelorn
Bv BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
The Tiniest P lc tine
YOU ARE TOO YOUNG.
I T)K*.K 'II s * FAIRFAX
am eighteen years
am working for a firm w
lent proepects. Two mon
met a young girl by chi
•inee 1 have seen her eve
T would give my right arm
her. Do you mink I ought to*ask
her parent# If 1 can give her s ring?
Mv salary In $24 per week. Do you
think that 1 am too young, or Is the
THAT SHOULD NOT WORRY YOU
DEAR MTSS FAIRFAX
I am seventeen and am con-
| sldered very good looking
My three chums all have gentle
men friends; but. while I am oOff-
e dered the best looking of the four,
[ none of the y>ung men has ever
asked me to go to any place of
amusement with him or call at my
1 home. A. A.
ing subjects in hero
[ue distinction of lur
e smallest landsca]
grain of corn, and the painter has I * m iie .-it
only now recovered it after having j C9l \\ io\*
lost possession of it for more than
forty years. Having lost track of the
picture, w hich he made in 1869, when
he was only 19 years old, Schultz de
cided recently to try to recover it.
He advertised in several foreign
newspapers, with tho result that the j
tiny landscape came to him in its j First
original frame a few days ago. the ' box tf• r
painting, in color and line, being as | for. To
\ NX Tors,
oo email; I am
; one so young
you are too
1 then you will
what you now'
p 1* » f*ct. «ll
* when you Tool
hlch you will admit
look around you. that
the girl who receives the least pro
miscuous attention from the men, and
regards such attention as of the leasi
Importance, makes tne best marrlag;©.
Just remember Ibis and be happy,
and wait.
Up-to-the-Minute Jokes
ountryn
le first
nt rv man:
a religious :
untryman: "
no religious
sharp and ^lear as on the day of its
execution.
The particular grain of corn used
came from an ear that Mr. Schultz
as a lad picked on the estate of
James Buchanan, fifteenth President
of the United States, at Wheatland,
Pa. He had gone there to attend the
<*x-President’s funeral, and pluck*. . '
tne ear of corn as i vouveru: A
for the picture itself, a well knoY " t • n .
artist, who saw it many year* ago. i < >d \v< .
declared it was a masterpiece of ; bit behind w> it
xnSn.atuy* painting. • six week.* in front w
a letter
at’s that
dhinno:
t hing."
t can’t
It says,
• following my
andy —the pills
drop of whisky
but I’m aboot
e whuskey.”
At a recent duel the parties 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 second objected as unneces
sary.
"Their hands.” said he "have been
shaking for half an hour."
the
Joax: "Nonsense!”
"You > ertuinlv told me he wrt
melodies" •
"I told you he was a composer
1 Jieire. lie sells soothing syrup.”
of
"No!” said Father Shannon; "but
he does not know you as l do—and
the law can’t take a man for granted
like the church can.”
“Then why were you there?” went
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. T told you that last night,”
impatiently the Irishman replied to
all this "fiubdub” of the law that
man he
ere her
father.
“That stuff in the paper. Mr. Gra
ham.” explained the churchman, to
whom patience was a virtue beyond
question or cavil.
And then tho 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 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
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® 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 tney
stood facing each other w’hile 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 -Uiis is Gordon Graham -attor
ney for the district. You read of the
death of Judson Flagg last night.
Yes—ease 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—l 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
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
summer sea—and the dreary awaken
ing with its plea. “You can’t leave
me now—Tom." He read it—and
then tye stood in silence regarding it.
His little Aline! So she had drunk
a bitter draft from the cup of knowl- j
edge—she was a woman, and knew :
he r woman's heritage. His baby—was j
a woman! To a man his {laughter is ;
yadlv often a child—when childhood’s
innocence has been torn from her by
pi Bering 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
not wait for Nature's growth, only
destroys.
At last Graham asked a question in
quiet tones. "When did thi* happen.
Aline?”
“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 ort
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, I
thought.”
"Do you know r his name?”
"No.”
• Did he look like a minister?"
A little gleam of self-justiflcation
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
v as? «Jould 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 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
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?”
"Ho went away. I was still at
school.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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