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JiiatSSa An Opportunity ToMake Money Ionian, mao af .dam u4 iwraatm Mil;, at la: nr Im af inaUau oaedcd. aad ^nla .ft manufacturers. Pont, ate urea? •> am. fat retmmad. “War J (■a.i How to Get Yaw. Paint U W Yen Mew vaiuabl. boeUeta aamf free to o» 7 .d.irwa. gg&B RANDOLPH a CO r£ Pmtemt Attorn are, gf$M§ 618 “F" Street, N. W., wasbinoton, » c. 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. ,-i s Two Striking Offerings s EXPERTLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE A FTERNOON gown of azure taffeta is shown on the left. The surplice hlouse 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 small 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-lnoh width will be found very effective; and for the taffeta may be substituted an inexpensive siik—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 favorit. 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 Btrass. The right side la 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 line of the hips It Is doubled under Itself and falls in a tunic line from this draping.—OLIVETTE. Do You Know That== The same species of flowrer never show's more than two of the three colors, red, yellow, and blue. Rosi for Instance, are foun c j red and yel low*, but never blue; verbenas are red and blue, but not yellow. 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