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Read the Second Installment of the Third Episode of “BEATRICE FAIRFAX,” New Film Serial, Here Today
“"BEATRICE FAIRFAX"
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I he Stars in Episode No. 3
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“Billy’s Romance
Jimmy Barton— A rgporter g Jope ¥ ¥ —Harry Fox
Beatrice Fairfax— ! B unvening __Grace Darling
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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, you're a regu
lar miracle worker. Nobody but you
would ever have been here just when
a fellow wanted her. And say, you're
kinder pretty-~most as pretty as my
Jean!”
Dear, gallant, little soul! What
woman in all the world wouldn't have
liked the tribute of his gratefui ad
miration?
The car ahead of us slowed down,
driving a tortyous course in and out
of crossroads. As we followed 1 got
Billie's story from him. 1f I were to
help him in this mysterious chase
Which secmed so desperately earnest
to the boy I had to know exactly why
I was driving up and down West
chester County after a strange limou
sine,
“Well, I never saw Jean till yes
terday. But I knew she was my girl
right away. I never noticed girls
much before. I've been too busy
bringing myself up. Rut Jean—she
was different all right. I knew; you
understand how it is with a fellow.
You don't think I'm a softy? Do
you?"
“No, I don't, Billie—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 ané fall in love
with a grown-up woman you'll bring
her a finer man %ecauu the little hoy
You are today made up a dream about
The Biography of aSinnner
By ANNE LISLE.
(Copyright, 1916, International News
Service.)
UT it was Mildred who held tha
casting vote. When she came
to father shyly and told him
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
convineed him that a thief might
have something to rorfwe because he
had been driven to thievery. It gove
father a glimpse of something that
may have been anarchy or Socialism,
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 days, while father
was deciding what to do with him—
for days my brother's fate hung in
the balance. 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
rmtl! Rex was to be given a year's
rial in the facrory. He had a year
in which to prove that he had
strength——even if it were only the
mn’m of his weakness—love.
* * That year has passed. Rex
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a little girl named Jean. Do you
know just what I'm talking about,
Billie?" ; /
“No'm, not 'zactly. Rut I guess you
get me all right, 1 liked Jean right
oft—but 1 didn’'t like the mystery I
kinder felt.,”
Billie Tells the Story.
Of course, I know boys have a way
of making up mysteries and detectivae
stories for themeslves-—but Billie
seemed soo earncst, so sincere, that 1
sensed a basis for his feeling. |
“Come on, Billie. Tell me all abouti
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“Ye'm. It was like this: They (lvea‘
‘me a telegram this moning over to
the office—excuse me, over at the of
fice—and sends me-—sent me—up to
Richard Morton's house. He's the
District Attorney, and the boys all
Bay he's a very honest guy—man."
Billie blushed ingenuously as he
corrected his Eaglish and brought it
nearer his standard of correctness for
a conversation with a grown-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 seen came
out. She shook hands with me as po
lite as you please and asked me to sit
down, just as if 1 was a gentleman
instead of a telegraph messenger,
has lived down his own self-distrust
and the seorn and sneers and ques
tioning glances of the Pharisees 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
Cousin 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, Tsup-
Pose ne are. But it doesn’t hurt me,
Even Mildred's love, Rowever, 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
ls a little tenderness in it. Mother
still takes her breakfast in bed and
likes boudoir caps and caramels! |
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 wa wi]l
all be as nearly happy as our own
natures permit.
Tomorrow when the brother who
was ready to give his all far love of
me is married I shall .feel a strange,
uplifted happiness—and with it there
must be mingled a cruel pain. For
when the maid of honor walks down
the aisle aftar the ceremony, the best
man on whose arm she leans will be
Jim Denaldson. * * * There is a
wonderful friendship between him
and Rex-—the friendship of under
standing.
Life isn't too easy for Tim, nor for
Rex, 1 suppose, even with Mildred's
love to help him, 80 lam going to be
very brave for the sake of the twe
men who were ready to sacrifice
themselves and their ideals of honor
for the sake of a little sinner named
Vera Sheldon.
There must not ke any sign In my
eyes 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 fill
my life and keep me from wanting to
belong to hlm—?o be his little pal and
his wife as well as the friend I dare be
now,
.Not an Empty Life.
Perhaps some day | may be Jim
Donaldson's wife-~and until then |
can just try to find some measure of
eontent in being a good daughter and
sister—and Jim's “dream lady,”
Life isn't empty for a giri who has
the devotion of the two finesf men she
knows. Jim is my friend and Rgx is
my brother in all the hest those words
mean. I want more—infinitely more,
But which of us has the heart's de
sire?
“A happy ending for the story,” you
say? But my story is life. 1 must
find peace in being strong—joy in
Rex's victory and hope that lerhag:
some day life will let Jim and me
hapiry, too,
Now we can only "pll{ the game"
of life fairly and szulra y and hope.
\{ha! perhaps some day Fate will re
ent.
“Perhaps--some day"-—is that to be
the end or the beginning of my story?
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“No other gir] had ever treated me
like that before, and her being so
pretty, -nd all—it just got mo—sot‘
me where I live. I knew it was love
at first sight, all right. 1 got to grow
up and be the president of the West
ern Union and marry that girl!
“Well, Jean—that was her name,
Lovemaking in Public
€CY T'S all right in the summer-
I time,” waa the refrain of a
BSong popular a few years azoAl
It is almost the refrain of summer
stlliness 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 conseious that her erossed
knees are showing a bit tee muchl
stoeking runs merrily out on the
beach in a scant little bathing suit
cut well above her knees and cl‘m:lnl‘
where its few brief inches of material
do exist. |
Summer relaxation has deadened
her common sense and her powers of
ebservation. Worth-while people pity
her for her evident lack of modesty,
and the wrong sort of men and wom
en classify her as ene of their own
ilk and treat her accordingly,
Later, her own modesty and decency
may be shocked at things that are
said to her or little indignities that
are offered to her. And it never oe
fuys to her to trace her unpleasant
experiences right back to her shoeking
little bathing suit!
The summer spirit brings out a
whole ¢crop of young iovers. You see
them on benches in the park, in the
cross seats of street cars, on excur
slon 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 aje 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 “spoeon" on park benches
or anywhere out in the big world just
Be Cuide —
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The Governess of the Morton Child Pays a Visit.
she told me—Jean seemed te 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 mere 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 expleits itself cheaply ia
worth nothing and ends cheaply. Your
self-reapect demands that you refrain
from public lovemaking.
The third ill of the summertime
which adds its dangers to immodest
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 com
panion.
Don’t de it. Well-tailored blue serge
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
ne man is likely to believe that a girl
ig 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
cglebrities. 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 himself
as others saw him.
Collecting a score or more of street
urchins, he treated them to supper,
gave them each a shilling to secure a
seat in the gallery, ard promised them
ancther treat the next day if they
would hiss Foote off the stage. Theyv
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 boisterous applause than ever.
Naturally the man was disappoint
ed. When, the next morning, the
troop of boys turned up in exuberant
spirits, clamorously demanding the
“So I went acress 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 piece of steel came and took her
away. And I sat on the curb and
made up a romance—want to hear
it?"
By BEATRICE
FAIRFAX
letting a stranger come to her table
in a public restaurant in the winter
season and pay for her luncheon
sometimes relaxes her standards in
the summertirme 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
good time" in summer. But it is se
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 o. birl wants to risk it.
“It'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 eonduct.
Modesty, dignity, recognition of the
rules of society and even decency are
at stake too often in the summer con
duet of boys and girls. Den't gamble
with them idly. They are too valu
able to risk for the sake of a passing
‘whim or fancy whieh will die long
before 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 did-not come on at all, at all. And
80 we had nobody to hiss. But, when
we saw your honer's own dear self
come on, we did clap and elap, and
showed you all the respeet in our
power; sure, ver honor must have
seen 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
house ehanged inte 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 flery charger and carry
ing my trusty sword. And I rode up
Rudyard Kipling.
Apropos of his recent series of ar
ticles on the work of the submarine
heroes, a friend of his suggested that
he should write a companion series‘
Advertising Talk
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Dealing With the Busi
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even more deeply interested every day.
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been informatory—have aimed to enlarge the readers’ knowledge of advertising
as it affects his or her material welfare.
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evident demand for more of them, has induced The Georgian to provide a series
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written.
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oughly appreciated. °
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to the castle—an’ Jean came to the
window an' waa’ed a handkerchief to
me an’ threw it ©ver. An’ this is what
the lady in distress sent me for a
message: ‘Oh, tair knight, save me
from my enemiestl’
No Othei* Way Out.
“An’ then, of csurse, 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 pohiceman was
standing there an’ waving his club at
me an’ grinning. So I got4ip an’ went
back to the office, an’ I fielt kind of
ashamed.”
The boy stopped his donfidences
abruptly. “Say, Miss Fairfax, do you
think I am a poor nut?” ;
But I didn’t think he was a poer
nut, Do you? For which ot us has
not in childhoed made up remances
and stories more strange and wonder
ful than any that ever was risoned
between the covers of a book?
It was youth that had made Bil
lie dream-—and I was prowl of
the sympathy in my heart which
had made it possible for me to win
his confidence and hear the stowry.
“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 lirnousine?
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 te go back to her
house and try to see her again. I got
a 4 message to deliver up in the neigh
borhcod that aftermoon 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 bays, 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 see whether we can't
hit on a good title.”
“Well,” answered Rudyard, after a
silly. Love is the most beautify]
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'q havg
to work to be worthy of her ang how
I'd study and study till I grew up 1o
‘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 it One
kind of looked like the chap that was
shakirg his club at me in my dream-—
and the other had smoked glasses on,
The smoked glass cne got out and the
Big Warrior stayed in the car,
“I saw that the one in smokeq
glasses was blind. He came tapping.
tapping along the sidewalk feeling his
way with his cane like he was trying
to get somewhere. I thought | ought
to eome out and help him, and then [
thought maybe he'd be sensitive about
having a bhoy notice his trouble. So I
stayed still a minute, thinking.
A Tapping on the Pane,
“And then, all of a sudden, from
Jean's house I heard a funny clicking
sound. I looked up and there was ths
steel-faeed lady rapping away on the
windoew pane. And that blind msan
knoeking on the sidewalk with his
eane was doing something that
sounded to me kind of funny—like
the Morse code,
“Without thinking much about it T
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 meore 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 baeck to the
limousine. It stood there still—like it
was waiting,
“Say, Miss Fairfax, I sensed a mys
tery all right—and yeu look like you
did, teo.”
“Billie,” said I, “you're a wonders:!
little raconteur. And if some day you
know what that means, it will be
when the magazines are paying you 5
cents a word for your stories.”
“Yes'm,” said Billie. “‘There was a
mystery—that's why we're following
that Big Warrior's car,”
(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.”