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“"BEATRICE FAIRFAX"
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I'he Stars in Episode No. 3
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“Billy’s Romance
Jimmy Barton— A reporter e forne N- T —Harry Fox
Beatrice Fairfax— Of the N. Y. Evening _Grace Darling
This splendid series of exciting human interest stories is
produced in motion pictures by Wharton Inc. Studios for the
International Film Service, Inc.
See the motion pictures at your favorite theater next week
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX,
(Novelized From the Scenario of 8. Basil Dickey.)
(Copyright, 1916, International News Service.)
HE boy at my side gasped out
T his amazement and joy. “Miss
Fairfax! Say, youre a regu
lar miracle worker. Nobody but you
Would ever have heen here just when
a feliow wanted her. And say, you're
kinder pretty--most as pretty as my
Jean!”
Dear, gallant, little soul! What
womean in all the world wouldn't have
liked the tribute of his gratefui ad
miration? ‘
The car ahead of us slowed down,
driving a tortuous course in and out
of crossroads. As we followed I got
Billie's story from him. If I were to
help him in this mysterious chase
which secmed so desperately earnest
to the boy 1 had to know esactly why
I was driving up and down West
chester County after a strange limou
sine.
“Well, 1 never saw Jean til yes
terday. But I knew she was my g..!
right away. I never noticed girls
much before. I've been too busy
bringing myself up. Rut Jean—ghe
Wwas different all right. I knew; you
understand how it i 3 with a fellow.
You don't think I'm a softy? Do
you?”"
“No, I don't, Billle—not a bit of it.
Every boy has to have a dream lady
—an ideal to work for And some
day when you grow up and fall in love
with a grown-up woman you'll bring
her a finer man because the little boy
you are today made up a dream about
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z T he Biography of aSinnner
By ANNE LISLE.
(Copyright, 1916, International News
Service.)
UT it was Mildred who held the
casting vote. When she came
to father shyly and told hinm.
that Rex had forgiven her, he almost
‘died of amazement. That particular
word, “forgiven,” is what saved Rex
from banishment. It gave father a
new angle of vision—a new slant. It
convinced him that a thief might
have something to forgive because he
‘had been driven to thievery. It gave
father a glimpse of something that
may have been anarchy or Socialiam,
but was, I think, an understanding of
the brotherhood of man.
“Am I my brother's keeper?” was
in my heart always when I looked at
Rex during those Aays, while father
‘wag deciding what to do with him—
for days my brother's fate hung in
the bdalance. Rex had saved me—
could it be possible that because of
me his life was to be ruined?
' A Year's Trial.
And then father capitulated. After
all, he couldn't logically make much
fuss when the richest heiress in Rox
brooke succeeded in winning over her
mrtat‘! Rex was to be given a year's
rial in the factory. He had a year
in which to prove that he had
strength—even if it were only the
Strength of his weakness—love.
~ * % * That year has passed. Rex
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with gentle application of ( uticura Oint
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Dept. 7F, Beston. " Soid everywhnere
a little girl named Jean. Do you
know just what I'm talking about,
Biilie?"
“No'm. not 'zactly. Rut I guess yon
ger me »ll right. 1 liked Jean right
off——but 1 didn't like the mystery I
kinder felt.”
Biiiie Tells the Story,
Of course, 1 know boys have a way
of making up mysteries and detective
stories for themeslves—but Billia
seemed so earnest, so sincere, that 1
sensed a basis for his feeling.
“'Come on, Billie. Tell me all about
" .
“Ye'm. It was like this: They gives
me a telegram this moming over to
the office—excuse me, over at the of
fiee—and sends me—sent me-—-up to
Richard Morton's house. He's the
District Attorney, and the boys all
say he's a very honest guy-—man.”
Billie blusheq ingenuously as he
corrected his English and brought it
nearer his standard of correctness for
a conversation with a Erown-up lady.
“Never mind the slang, Billie boy.
We'll be careful with our English
later on, but now let's have the story.”
“Yes'm. Well, when I get to the
Morton house they tell me to come in
and wait to see if there's an answer.
And while I'm out in the hall the pret.
tiest little girl you ever geen came
out. She shook hands with me ag po
lite as you please and asked me to sit
down, just as if I was a gentleman
instead of a telegraph messenger,
has lived down his own self-distrust
and the scorn and sneers and ques
tioning glances of the Pharisess in
our little town.
For me it has been a quiet year—
and lonely, too. Norton Gregory ac
tually averted his eyes the first time
he met me on the street and Myra and
Cougln Corrine Hazen refused to have
anything to do with me.
Stories of the gay New , York crowd
of which I was one have come to
Roxbrooke. Roxbrooke feels that the
Sheldons are a queer lot, Well, I sup
bose we are. But it doesn’t hurt me,
Even Mildred's iove, however, can
not keep it from hurting Rex. The
iron has entered his soul and too
many people have the power to twist
that iron.
Father has a beaten look—but there
Is a little tenderness in it. Mother
Btill takes her breakfast in bed and
likes boudoir caps and caramels! 1|
am housekeeper and I find that mar
keting and ordering meals leaves a
vast empty place in my heart—a place
filled by longings and dreams.
A Wedding Day.
Rex and Mildred are to be married
tomorrow. I shall be maid of honor
at the wedding. And I think we will
all be as nearly happy as our own
natures permit,
Tomorrow when the brother who
was ready to give his all for love of
me i married I shall feel a strange,
uplifted happiness—and with it there
must be mingled a eruel pain. For
Wwhen the maid of honor walks down
the aisle after the ceremony, the best
man on whose arm she leans will be
Jim Donaldson. * * % There is a
wonderful friendship between him
and Rex-—the friendship of under
standing.
Life isn't too easy for Jim, nor for
Rex; I suppose, even with Mildred's
love to help him. So &lm going to be
very brave for the eake of the tweo
men who were ready to sacrifice
themselves and their ideals of honor
for the sake of a little sinner named
Vera Sheldon.
There must net be any sign in my
&ves tomorrow of the ache of longing
In my heart. There can not be Any
Other man but Jim—nothing can take
the place of his love, nothing can fll
my life and keep me from wanting to
Ddelong to him—to be his little pAI and
his wife as well as the friend I dare be
now,
Not an Empty Life.
Perhaps some day I may be Jim
Donaldson's wife-—and until then I
can just try to find some measure of
content in being a good daughter and
sister—and Jim's “dream lady.”
Life isn't empty for a girl who has
the devotion of the two finest man she
knows, Jim is my friend and Rex is
my brother in all the best those words
mean. I want more—infinitely more.
But which of us has the heart's de
-Bire?
“A happy ending for the story,” you
fay? But my story is life. I must
find peace in being strong—joy in
Rex's victory and hope that perhaps
some day life will let Jim and me be
hapry, too,
Now we can only “play the game”
of life fairly and .zunrely and hope
;hat Perhaps some day Fate will re
ent.
“Perhaps—some day”—is that to be
the end or the beginning of my story?
l THE END.
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“No other gir]l had ever treated me
like that before, and her being so
pretty, and all—it just got me—got
me where I live, I knew it was love
at first sight, all right. I got to Erow
up and be the president of the West
ern Union and marry that girl!
“Well, Jean—that was her name,
Lovemaking in Public
Y T'B all right in the summer-
I time,” was the refrain of a
} song popular a few years ago,
It is almost the refrain of summer
silliness itself.
Nothing is all right in the summer
time that would be all wrong in the
fall.
“Spooning” in the parks, flirting at
the beaches, relaxing standards of
¢clothes and manners everywhere
seem to be a part of the cult of sum
mer, They are a most unbecoming
part.
A girl who pulls down her dress
when she is conscious that her crossed
knees are showing a bit too much
stocßing runs merrily out on the
beach in a scaht little bathing suit
cut well above her knees and clinging
where its few brief inches of material
do exist.
Summer relaxation has deadened
her common sense and her powers of
observation. Worth-while people pity
her for her evident lack of modesty,
and the wrong sort of men and wom
en classify her as one of their own
fik and treat her accordingly.
Later, her own modesty and dacency
may be shocked at things that are
said to her or little indignities that
are offered to her. And it never oc
curs to her to trace her unpleasant
experiences right back to her shocking
little bathing suit!
The summer spirit brings out a
whole crop of young lovers. You see
them on benches in the park, in the
Cross seats of street cars, on exour
sion boats and scattered about on the
beaches,
Public Lovemaking.
Unrestricted public lovemaking is a
menace to the community as well as
to the individual. At its best it is
cheap, and at its worst it is morally
dangerous. Real love is a fine, self
respecting thing which does not car
ry on its manifestations in public.
1 beg of all my boys and girls to
respect their feelings if they ape gen
uine, and to resige them if they are
cheaply emotional. Don't exploit your
love in public for every passerby to
laugh at. Learn a little fine self-re
straint. Don't “spoon” on park benches
or anywhere out in the big world just
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The Governess of the Morton Child Pays a Visit.
she told me—Jean seemed to like me,
too. We had a lovely time for a min
ute or so, and then the lady with a
face that looked like someone had
carved it out of a piece of steel came
out and took her away. She didn't
want to go, either-—any more than I
wanted to have her go.
because it's summer and you think
anything goes in summer.
Anything goes in the sense that it
passes and ceases to be. The sort of
emotion that exploits itself cheaply is
worth nothing and ends cheaply. Your
self-respect demands that you refrain |
from public lovemaking. (
The third ill of the summertime
which adds its dangers to lmmodeat‘
clothes and immodest lovemaking is
taken more lightly, but has equally;
grave dangers in its train. It is flir
tation—scraping acquaintance =— in
vulgar parlance, “picking up” a ¢om- !
panion. ‘
Don’t do it. Well-tailored blue gérge
suits may be the proverbia! sheep's
clothing that hide a wolf. No girl
can be sure that a man is a gentle
man because he looks like one. And
no man is likely to believe that a girl
is a lady or that he is called on to act
like a gentleman if she lets him serape
acquaintance with her. |
The girl who wouldn't dream of
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- Anecdotes of the Famous
In a book of stage anecdotes re
cently published there is an amusing
story of the celebrated Samuel Foote,
dramatist and actor, who was born at
Truro in 1720 and died at Dover in
1777. While playing in Dublin Foote
introduced a scene 1n which he mim
icked the carriage, speech and per
sonal pecuilarities of several local
célebrities. The imitations, although
presented with a touch of caricature,
were not ill-natured, and most of the
victims accepted the jest at their ex
pense without protest; but there was
one, a well-known tradesman, with
several ludicrous oddities of manner,
who angrily resented seeing himseit
as others saw him.
Collecting a score or more of streat
urchins, he treated them to supper,
gave them each a shilling to secure a
seat in the gallery, ard promised them
dncther treat the next day if they
would hiss Foote off the stage. They
promised with glee, but his friends
who attended the performance that
right reported that not a hiss was
heard; on the contrary, the obnoxious
scene of mimicry was raceived with
more hoisterous applause than ever.
Naturally the man was disappoint
ed. When, the next morning, the
troop of boys turned up in exubeérant
spirits, clamorously demanding the
“So I wént across the road and sat
dewn on the curbstone. I thought
maybe she'd come to a window and
wave to me—and she did. And then
the lady with the face all carved out
of a plece of steel came and took her
away. And I sat on the curb and
made up a romance—want to hear
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By BEATRICE
FAIRFAX
letting a stranger come to her table
in a public restaurant in the winter
season and pay for her Iluncheon
sometimes relaxes her standards in
the summertirne enough to permit just
that situation to arise when she goes
down to the beach for a day's outing.
There is a spirit of informality and
youth and gayety and desire for “a
goood time"” in summer. But it is so
likely to lead to a bad time, either in
damaged reputation for modesty and
good behavior, or in unpleasant ex
periences with dangerous people that
no sane bor or birl wants to risk it.
‘“lt's all right in the summertime,”
if it would be all right at any season
of the year. That must be the only
safe test for your own conduct.
- Modesty, dignity, recognition of the
Tules of society and even decency are
at stake too often in the summer con
‘duct of boys and girls. Don't gamble
‘with them idly. They are too valu
‘able to risk for the sase of a passing
'whim or fancy which will die long
béfore the leaves fall in the autumn.
promised reward, he repudiated the
claim. They in turn were indignant
and reproachful.
“Plaze, yer honor, we did all we
could,” explained their spokesman,
“for the actor man had heard of us,
and 4id not come on at all, at all. And
80 we had nobody to hiss. But, when
wWe saw your honor's own dear self
come on, we did clap and clap, and
showed you all the respect in our
power; sure, yer honor must have
séen and heard us?”
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By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
“Yes, Billie, I'd like to hear it?”
“Well, ma'am—all of a sudden the
iovuse cnanged into a castle with a
moat and a drawbridge and portcul
lis and everything, just like in ‘lvan
hoe.” And I had hose and doublet and
was sitting a fiery charger and carry
ing my trusty sword. And I rode up
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ticles on the “work of the submarine
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even more deeply interested every day.
The Daily Georgian and Sunday American have published a number
of advertising talks for the benefit of readers and advertisers. These talks have
been informatory—have aimed _to enlarge the readers’ knowledge of advertising
as it affects his or her material welfare.
The general approval that has been accorded these advertising diseussions, and an
evident demand for more of them, has induced The Georgian to provide a series
of articles that have been pronounced the best of their kind that have ever been
written.
They were developed by the Canadian Press Association, the officers of which de.
cided to ask each newspaper in its organization to co-operate in extending and
broadening the advertising information of its readers—to impress upon the Cana
dians the economic advantages of advertising when applied to the business asso
ciated with everyday life.
Buying clothing and the necessities of life—which devolves upon every man and
every woman—is business. Providing shelter and household comforts is business.
Advertising is a connecting link between the business of the home and the busi
ness of the dealer who has merchandise for sale.
The manufacturer advertises for the purpose of acquainting the publie with the
merits of his goods, and the public understands that advertising is an indication
of quality and full-money’s worth.
But greater good will result as the benefits of advertising are more and more thor
oughly appreciated.
With the object of enlarging the usefulness of advertising The Georgian and
American have arranged to have these advertising talks of the Canadian Press As
sociation retold.
They will be published exclusively in The
Georgian- American. Watch soy them. Read
them. They will be found highly instructive.
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to the castle—an’ Jean came to the
window an’' waved a handkerchief to
me an’' threw it over. An’ this is what
the lady in distress sent me for a
message: ‘Oh, fair knight, save me
from my enemies.’
No Other Way Out.
“An’ then, of course, I had to go
save her. So I dashed over the draw
bridge and into the courtyard of the
castle. An’' the men<at-arms came
dashing forward, but single-handed I
swept them aside and fought my way
to the doorway. An’ that steel-faced
lady was there—all over steel, in shin
ing armor and things.
“Well, I swung Jean to the saddle
behind me and fought my way back
to the bridge, an’ there was an enor
mous warrior armed with a club. An’
then I woke up an’ a policeman was
standing there an’ waving his club at
me an’ grinning. So I got up an’ went
back to the office, an’ I felt kind of
ashamed.”
The boy stopped his confidences
abruptly. “Say, Miss Fairfax, do you
think I am a poor nut?”
But I didn't think he was a poor
nut. Do you? For which of us has
not in childhood made up romances
and stories more strange and wonder
ful than any that ever was prisoned
between the covers of a book?
It was youth that had made Bil
lie dream—and 1 was proud of
the sympathy in my heart which
had made it possible for me to win
his confidence and hear the story.
“But, Billie, there's more to your
story. I think it was after your dream
that you went down to the office and
wrote to me. But then what? Why
are we following that Ilimousine?
That's the part of the story I have to
know.”
Billie Desperately in Love.
“Yes'm. I'm coming to that. Well,
then after I spoke to you I went back
to practicing the Morse alphabet, but
I was thinking about Jean all the
time. I just had to go back to her.
house and try to see her again. I got
a message to deliver up in the neigh
borhood that afternoon and then I‘
went over and hit behind a tree, kind
of hoping Jean would come out and I
could see her. Love does get a fel
low like that.”
And I, who love boys, found Billie
very wistful and sweet and not at all
on the doings of our gallant airmen.
“Perhaps—some day,” was Kip
ling’s noncommittal reply.
“Oh, but you must,” insisted his
friend. “Let's sée whether we can't
hit on a good title.”
“Well,” answered Rudyard, after a
lsmy. Love is the most beamifux‘
thing in the world, and if a clean de.
"votion comes to a boy's heart I dont
believe in laughing at it.
' “I was thinking how hard I'd hay,
to work to be worthy of her and how
I'd study and study till I grew up to
be the kind of a man a gir] like Jean
could marry—and all of a sudden
'while I was standing there dreaming
up the street comes a limousine,
~ “I could see two men in 5t Ong
kind of looked like the chap that wag
shakirg his club at me in my dream--
and the other had smoked glasses on,
The smoked glass one got out and thg
Big Warrior stayed in the car.
- “I saw that the one in smoked
glasses was blind. He came tapping
tapring along the sidewalk feeling his
way with his cane like he was trying
to get somewhere. I thought I ought
to come out and help him, and then I
thought maybe he’'d be sensitive about
having a boy notice his trouble. So i
stayed still a minute, thinking.
A Tapping on the Pane.
“And ‘hen, all of a sudden, from
Jean’s house I heard a funny clicking
sound. I looked up and there was tha
steel-faced lady rapping away on the
window pane. And that blind man
knocking on the sidewalk with his
cane was doing something that
sounded to me kind of funny—like
the Morse code.
. ““Withount thinking much about it I
got out my notebook and pencil and
began to write. It just wrote itself—
kind of—and this was what it said:
‘Drive north on Sullivan road.
“There was some more tapping
from the house. The steel-faced lady
was using a pencil on the pane. Pret
ty soon the blind man seemed to get
his bearings and went back to the
limousine. It stood there still—like it
was waiting. .
“Say, Miss Fairfax, I sensed a mys
tery all right—and you look like you
g e .
“Billie,” said 1, “you're a wonder{a!
little raconteur. And if some day vou
know what that means, it will be
when the magazines are paying you 5
cents a word for your stories.”
“Yes'm,” sald Billie. ““There was a
mystery—that's why we're following
that Big Warrior's ecar.”
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
moment or two of cogitation, “what
do you think of ‘Plane Tales from the
Sky ?'
The point of the joke is, of course,
that one of Kipling’'s earliest and best
known books is entitled “Plain Tales
from the Hills.”