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BObbie and His Pa

Away from sosiety. away from the
playhouses, away from the roar &
bussel Of the city.
Well. sed Pa, you have yure own
bank ackount, sed Pa, & the house
is full OF rail-rode guides, sed Pa.
II you want to go on a turny, doant
let me dee.tane you. Bobbie & /
will keep house, wont we, Bobbie?
said Pa.
Not me. I sed. I ate (S) one of
yure brekfusts onst, I sed. l will
go ware Ma goes, If she wants a
vacashun, I sed.
& leeve yure old gray haired faith.
err alone? sed Pa.
Yes, sed, guess so, I sed.
wonder why it is that the boy
in the family always clings to his
mother, sed Pa, & let's his old daddy
slide.
1t is the moast butiful thing in
Life, the luv of a mother for her
boy & a boy for his mother, sed
Ma.
But the old gent ought for to be
loved too, sed Pa. He doesn't say
much, but his hart is hungering
for affeckshun the saim as any
perfeck lady's hart, sed Pa.
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BY William F. Kirk

HAVE had q feeling the last
few days, sed Ma, that I wud
like to be back on the deer
old farm ware I used to visit my
unl<el in my childhood. sed Ma.
I wud like to lay under a tree &
look up at the red leaves. sed Ma.
You meen lie under a tree, sed
Pa. Hens lay. sed Pa, but maybe
you mant lay after all, tho, sed Pa.
Ha, ha, sed Pa.
doant git that. it is too suttle
for me. sed Ma.
Meerly in a Joak I was compair-
ing you to a hen, sed Pa. Meerly
in a Joak. a Jest.
am glad It was meerly a joak,
sed Ma, but It was moar neerly a
joak than meerly a joak. I have
never felt moar longing for Mater
than feel now. sed Ma.
Thare is q lot Of trees around
here, sed Pa. Why doant you lie
under one Of them?
want to get away, away, away
from the whirl of 1t all. sed Ma.
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; by interfering in your affairs with
out consulting you"
She looked up at him, surprised.
1T happened yesterday about
this hour" he said.
What happened?"
do you remember that you went
home about 5 o'clock instead of
waiting until this hour as usual?"
Yes"
The Girl Angered.
well. this is what occurred.
left the gallery at the same hour.
Ahead of me descending the steps
was young girl who had just de-
livered a business letter to Mr..
Quarren. AS she set foot on the
pavement a footman. attached to
an automobile drawn up across
the street touched his cap to her
and said: Beg pardon. Miss VIM
ing, I am Mr.. Sprowl's man. Mr..
Sprowl would like to see you at
the Cafe Cammargue. The car Is
waiting"
Miss Winnings color faded; she
stared at Dankmere with widen
ing eyes. and he dropped his hands
into his coat pockets and returned
her gaze.
II don't understand you," she
said in a low voice.
Neither did the young girl ad-
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door-knob. Let me go-please"-
Il made II my business.
And that man understood that I
was making It my business. And
he won't attempt to annoy you
again. - Can you forgive me?"
Why He Did II.
She turned on him excitedly, her
eyes flashing with tears, but the
impetuous words Of protest died on
her lips as her eyes encountered his.
1T was because I love you." he
said. And. as he spoke, there was
about the man a quiet dignity and
distinction that silenced her-some-
thing Of which she may have had
vague glimpses at wide intervals In
their acquaintances something
which at times she suspected might
lie latent in unknown corners of his
character. Now It suddenly con-
fronted her; and she recognized 1t
and stood before him without q word
to say.
It mended matters q little when
he smiled, and the familiar friend
reappeared beside her; but she still
felt strange and shy; and wonder
ing. half fearfully, she let him lift
her gloved hands and stand. holding
them. looking into her eyes.
Ia
II have nothing to say about my
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BY Rita Stuyvesant

THE opening Of school means
new frocks for the Riddles,
for by this time It is a little
too cool for the late summer cloth
ing. which is probably pretty well
worn after a strenuous summer Of
play days. But children grow SO
rapidly that few mothers care to
invest a large amount in clothes
for school children, and there are
many clever ways of making over
frocks and suits from the adult to
suit the needs Of the child.
Perhaps you have a wool jersey
sport suit from the summer or
spring and have decided to wear
the jacket yourself with a plaid
skirt. Why not make over the
jersey skirt into a smart frock for
the school child7 One woman
whose children are always well
dressed, showed me a sleeveless
jumper dress of Harding blue jer-
sey that was formerly a skirt. The
edges were bound in silk braid,
and with 1t was worn a dainty
guimpe OF white dimityy. Almost
any skirt will cut a dress of this
kind, and there is nothing more
becoming or smart at the present
time.
\ black and white checked SIT
or mothers was ripped apart,
pressed and re-cut into an attrac-
tive side-pleated skirt for a child
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BURNING MEMORIES
A STORY OF A GIRL AT A LARGE DINNER

; eyes and answered her remarks IN
monosyiiapies. Inc men hao stared
at ner quite rrankIy ana touno them-
selves al loss Tor WORDS.
her door suuoehiy opened as sho
Jay there IN tae oarkness sooo'hs
OUT her sorro"'
What's the matter, Lilah? Didn't
you have a good timer"
Roger she gasped. when did
you get in2"
Tb. yood.naturad son n, tho bo,,ss
~ Ii,,inestona aS,,onnaS .oross tbe
room and lifted his sister m an nm.
right nosture "Yo,, noor little kid
he ss "a with a erin "T thonebt ia
find YOU ali set up over YOUR con.
ouest and here Won are CRYING. lust
what does n tske 70 make a eiri
hannv9 whv are Won crviI ~
What's the matter. anyway?"
"Eyerytbing." she walled. ct
made all sorts of blunders and
thew think Tn, terrible
II know somebody who doesn.t
think so?"
"Who?"
"Don Stocklev. He emma In IN
the cIuh inst before ,eft Didn't
know who was until after he
told the fellows about YOU Saw,
Lilah. II was. corking the way YOU
turnad n or after vo,, dronned
the folk He said be,d ney.r
heard such wit. And wasn't q
funny about that picture? Don
tbomSbt n was immense Mrs
Hunt In forever and externally
stuffinR that hid Of hers down
foIks' tbroats. Evervbodv knows
he's n spoiled little wretch D,n
boosted YOU some. little sister. All
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A Delightful Romance in Which Beautiful
Girl Makes Great Sacrifice for the
Gifted Young Man She Loves.

the slightest movement In his vicin-
ity of anything helpless instantly
rivets his attention; any creature ap-
parently in distress arouses him to
direct and lightning action whether
he be gorged or not-even, perhaps.
while he is still gashed raw with tho
punishment for his last attempt.
So 1t was with Langly Sprowl.
He had come into town sullen, rest
less. still fretting with checked de-
sire. Within him a dull rage
burned; he was ready to injure,
ready for anything to distract his
mind. which, however. had not
given up for a moment the logged
determination to recover the. ground
he had lost with perhaps the only
woman in the world he had ever
really cared for.
Yet, he was the kind of a man
who does not know what real love
Is. That understanding had not
been born in him, and he had not
acquired it. He was totally incapa-
BILE Of anything except that fierce
passion which is aroused by OBJ
stacles when in pursuitsof whatever
evinces a desire to escape.
1t was that way with him when,
by accident, he saw and recognized
Jessie Vining one evening leaving
the Dankmere Galleries. And Lang
ly Sprowl never denied himself in
capable Of self-defense.
He stopped his car and got out
and spoke to her, very civilly. and
with a sort of kindly frankness
which he sometimes used with con-
vincing effect. She refused the prof
fered car to take her to her destina-
ton, but could not very well avoid
his escort: and their encounter end
ed by her accepting his explana-
lions and his extended hand, per-
picked, unwilling to misjudge him.
but thankful when he departed.
After that he continued to meet
her occasionally and walk home with
her.
Go Be Continued Tomorrow
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Of GOODNESS stirred the curtains.
So the last minutes Of the after
noon passed, but the sunshine still
Redeemed the cornices Of the houses
across the street when she rose to
put away the tea things.
A little later she pinned on her
hat and moved toward the front
door with a friendly nod to him in
silent adieu.
"will you let me walk home with
your" he asked.
Think not-this evening"
Were you going anywhere"
She paused, her glove hand on
the knob, and he came up to her
slowly.
Were your" he repeated.
No"
"Then-don't you care to let me
walk with your"
She seemed to be thinking; her
head was a trifle lowered.
Lord Dankmere said: Before
you go there Is something I want
cd to tell you'-she made an In
voluntary movement and the door
opened and hung ajar letting in
the lively music OF a street organ.
Then he leaned over and quietly
closed the door.
I'm afraid" he said, that I'm
taking an unwarrantable liberty
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BY Ruth Logan

TNHE young girl who threw her
self upon her bed and wept bitter
tears was the same person who had
been seated at the left Of Donald
Stockley at the dinner that had left
such burning memories.
What must he think Of her? What
must any well-bred young man think
of any girl who had appeared in a
series of unfortunate lights? First,
she had dropped her fork. That
might have gone unnoticed IL only
she had been clever enough to pass
1t off. But no!
She could not keep her color from
rising nor her lips from uttering
silly, inane words that only called
attention to her clumsiness. Then,
after remarking that she was un-
accustomed to large dinners some
one laughed and she added: Il
don't mean family dinners, but this
kind, where everything is so
proper"
Mr.. Stockley had ventured to
remark that he did not consider
she had missed much by not at
tending such dinners. At first
she thought that was ungracious.
then she discovered that he was
a cousin of Mrs. Hunt, the host
ess. Cousins were permitted to
say such things. she imagined.
And II only that we all! The
tears ran more swiftly down her
cheeks as she recalled the next
Of the series of misfortunes. Mrs.
Hunt had brought out some new
photographs of her young son for
the inspection of her guests.
Diana had heard that the youngster
had never enjoyed the best OF
health. The pictures bore out her
information.
This Is the picture OF him like
best" she said, looking up into the
face Of the woman above her.
Mrs. Hunt laughed queerly and
said in a loud tone: DO you really,
my dear? Well, It happens that
that picture is a photograph Of my
sisters little boy"
Bitter, burning memories! And
Donald Stockley, the incest man
present, had been close enough to
overhear. She thought he had
chuckled. That. however, might
have been imagination. He had ap-
peared too well-mannered to laugh
ut girls discontinue.
More than any Of the other things
that had occurred to cause the tears,
had been a consciousness that she
was over dressed. She had sleeves
in her gown and tulle at her throat,
while other arms and threats had
been extremely bare. She must have
looked like a little trump from no
where. And, she had felt like II too.
The girls had glanced at her from
the corner Of their heavily penciled
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THE RHYMING
OPTIMIST
'by AIIMe MICndtIIS
The Big Man.
" HERE are men who complain
IL we get too rnuch rain ,hara

|" HERE are men who complain
II we get too much rain, there
are fellows who kick when
It's dry; there are men with a
crouch who can always saw:
"ouchT though they've no cause
AT all for sigh. There are many
OF these whom no fortunes can
please. as they busily search for
flaw: there is nothing quite right
to their poor. Jaundiced sight, and
their work is all done with the
Jaw. On hot summer day. though
they draw down full pay, they
close up the office at three, and
says one: I'm all in and there's
nothing to win II I work till I'm
tired as can be. Life is dismal
enough and it's surely too tough
to be tied to the grindstone for
keeps; every big man I know has
a smooth road to go-no alarm
clock to ring when he sleepsr'
But each big man they name who
mas won at the game. does he
loiter all day at his ease? Does
he waken at one and from that
hour on spend his time in a round
OF pink teas? Does he kick on the
heat or the rainfall or sleet? Well.
lew little men note that the big
man they quote has mighty small
leisure for play! For the big man
mas dreams and he's toiling to
carry them out; so Il isn't the
snow and it isn't the blow that the
big man Is thinking about. There
Is work to be done, and the big
man keeps on while the little men
grumble and whine; for all big fell
lows know that II once they let
go they will soon Join the little
mems line. They work gladly
along with a whistle or song, never
thinking Of snowstorm or hail:
that's why big fellows thrive
growing more as they strive, never
seeking for reasons to fail!
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ADVICE TO THE
LOVELORN
BY Beatrice Fairfax
Needn't Worry.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:

II
am a bachelor Of thirty-five.
I would like to know what you think
about chaperones. One of our dis
tinguished ladies says our girls
go on straw rides without a chap
erone.
She doesn't know half. l wonder
what she would think IL she knew
that great many girls go for week
end trips with fellows. They also
go to resorts and stay until the wee
small hours of the morning. and IL
they are too tired to go to work
they report sick and go to bed
for the day. A man will stay out
with a girl like that, but he would
never think Of marrying one of that
type.
do not want a girl who needs to
be watched, but ! always watch the
one who objects to having a chap
erone.s l am not q missionary at all,
but I cannot see why the women
who take girls into their homes al.
low some Of them to stay out so
late.
mere is no excuse for missing the
Ma ~ .h, as. 'Uue" TO N n,r,
u,n,,,d .tan o,,. ]',,t. I'll 49, en
$500 80 ~ III Iii. nta,, me ne. DO ,.s ea aS
,ehn, $50 Soy W. 49,, WI u. me-, a.,
trnS,,oo M o " sur 80. "o"iu ho' III
uo ~, nei " my sister.
~. ne sni wig mas inc mos. 10 say
1871 s,D,on not heeuhs 10 DC watcheo 10
usuy .he ohe VINO rhost heeos
T HSPT me-, ,,,, AVN oo,
rn roI IhE Will AND WooLLf
Yoo needht worry: dont beieVe
your nave chance to intro
ouce ner 10 your sister. There
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dressed by the footman. Neither
did I. But I was interested. So I
said to the footman: Bring around
your car. shall have to explain
about Miss Vining to Mr.. Sprowl.'"
What" she said breathlessly.
That's where I interfered. Miss
Vining. And the footman looked
doubtful. too, but he signalled the
chauffeur. And 80 went
to the Cafe Cammargue"-
He hesitated. looking at her
white and distressed face, then
continued coolly:
"Sprowl seemed surprised to see
me. He was waiting in a private
room. He's looking rather
badly these day. . . We talked
few minutes"-
Pale. angry. every sense Of mod
esty and reserve outraged. the girl
faced him, small head erect:
You went there to-to discuss
me with that man."
He was silent. She turned sud
denly and tried to open the door.
but he held II closed.
II did It because I cared for you
enough to do It," he said. Don't
you understand? Don't you suppose
know that kind Of mann"
TIT was not your business
she faltered. twisting blindly at the
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To Wear TO School

of seven. A black velvet over
blouse, with white linen Bramlely
collar and cuffs, was worn with
this checked skirt.
A tweed suit that is perhaps out
Of style will make excellent top
coat for a school child. This
should be cut on simple lines, with
raglan sleeves and a roll collar. and
the front might be doublebreasted.
Bone buttons is a matching shade
are used on tweed. II you find
buttomholes a bit tedious to make
on the tweed you might have your
tailor do them for you; also the first
pressing of the garment.
Black velvet, satin, crepe or taft
feta may all be made into charm
ing frocks for dressy occasions and
these, to be fashionable, must be
cut on the simple lines of chemise
and have a round collar and cuffs
Of white. Organdy, edged with
Irish lace, is quaint, and there are
many dainty sets that one may pur-
chase all ready to use in crochet and
filet. A big sash tied in the back
makes a picturesque finish.
Capes are adorable for little ones
Just starting to school, and II one
has a circular skirt she may easily
cut a cape. 1t may be lined or not,
according to how late in the fall one
expects owear it, and should be
collared comfortably.
Small remnants Of duvetyn, vel
vet or velour may be made up into
cunning hats, and the fashion books
are offering patterns for soft. crush
able hats.
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By Robert w. Chambers.
Whose Novels Have Won Him In.
ternAtional Fame.

Whose Novels Have Won Him In.
tcrnational Fame.
KIT ow common of you to dis
tort my meaning! don't
care, you may do as you
lfke--dafce breakdowns and ham,
rner the piano, but to me you will
ever remain a British peer-poor.
but noble"
"wait until we hear from that
Van Dyck! You can't call me poor
Them
She laughed. then. looking at
him earnestly, involuntarily clasped
her hands.
isn't it perfectly wonderful"
she breathed with a happy, salts
fled sigh.
Are you really very happy
about 1t. Miss Vining?"
IT? Why shouldn't I be?" she
said Indignantly. I'm so proud
that our gallery has such a picture.
I'm so proud of Mr.. Quarren for dis
covering it-and"-she laughed
I'm proud of you for possessing
it. You see am very impartial:
I'm proud of everybody connected
with it, including myself. Shouldn't
I be?"
In q Gay Mood.
I'VE are three very perfect peo-
ple," he said gravely.
do you know that we really are?
Mr.. Quarren is wonderful and you
are-agreeable and as for me, why,
when I rise in the morning and
look into the glass I say to myself.
Who is that rather cIever-looking
girl who smiles at me every morn
ing in such friendly fashion, And,
would you believe it-she turns out
to be Jessie Vining every time"
She was In a gay mood: she rat
tied away at her machine, glancing
over 1t mischievously at him from
time to time. He, having nothing
to do except to look at her, did so
as often as he dared.
And so they kept the light con-
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A Spirited and Swiftly Moving Romance of
Hearts and High Society, by the Greatest
Living Master of Fiction.

versational shuttlecock flying
through the sunny afternoon until
1t drew near to tea-time. Jessie
said very seriously:
mo Englishman can exist with.
out tea. Tea Is an essential to him
as 1t is to British fiction. A micro
scopic examination of anv novel
made by British subject will show
traces of tea leaves and curates,
although. as the text books on
chemistry have it. otherwise, the
substance of the work may be color
less, tasteless, odorless, and gaseous
to the verge of the fourth dimen-
SION"
IF you don't cease making game
Of things British and sacred. he
threatened. I'll try to stop you in
way that will astonish you"
why will try to do?" she asked,
much interested. -~
Only One Way.
He looked her steadily in the eyes:
III Try 10 turn you into a Brit
ish subject. One can't slam ones
own country"
How could you turn me into such
an object. Lord Dankmere?"
There's only one way"
Innocent for a few moments of
his meaning she smilingly and de-
risively defied him. Then Of a sud
den, startled into immobility, the
smile froze on her lips.
At the swift change in her ex-
preston his own features were slow
ly and not unbecomingly suffused.
Then, incredulous, and a little
nervous, she rose to prepare the tea;
and he sprang up to bring the fold
ing table.
The ceremony passed almost in
silence; neither he nor she made
the effort to return to the lighter.
gayer vein. When they spoke at
all 1t was on some matter connected
with business; and her voice seemed
to him listless, almost tired
Which was natural enough, for
the heat had been trying. and, in
spite Of the open windows, no breath
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cal I'm Illustrated; e. Charles Dana Gibson
Who's Who in ''The Streets of AscalOn''

Sprowl, at last sees the good in Chester
Ledwith, the husband she tossed aside.
THE EARL OF DANKMERE-Wh brings
over lot of family pictures and incident
ally starts Quarren on the road to useful
ness.
MOLLY WYCHERLY-A great friend of
<,Strelsa's, who breaks to Quarren the news
that the young widow has lost all her
money.
MRS. SPROWL-A Fifth avenue dowager,
who undertakes a matrimonial campaign
for Strelsa, hoping to marry her to Sir
Charles Madison.
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Robert W. Chambers ; :':;; HF ST|

STRELSA .LEEDS-A charming young
widow, who comes to New York and is spon-
sored by one of the leaders Of society.
RICHARD QUARREN-A gifted young idler,
who falls in love with Strelsa
LANGLY SPROWL-A multi-millionaire
who has determined to marry Strelsa, and
who has explained his unsavory past to her
by seemingly frank talk.
SIR CHARLES MALLISON-A rich Eng
lishman, who has long hoped to win
Strelsas heart.
MARY LEDWITH-Who, betrayed by
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self. But I love you dearly.
I loved before. once. married. And
she died. After that I didn't
behave very weli-until knew
you. 80 1t Is really in me to be
a decent husband-if you can care
for me. 80 And ! don't think
we're likely to starve"-
lit isn't that" she said. flush
ing scarlet:
"What?"
what you have. could
only care for--what you are"
Can you do that?"
But her calm had vanished, and.
head bent and averted. she was at
tempting to withdraw her hands
and might have freed herself en-
tirely II 1t had not been for his
arm around her.
This new and disconcerting phase
of the case brought her SO suddenly
face to face with him that II
frightened her; and he let her go,
and followed her back to the empty
gallery where she sank down at her
desk. resting her arms on the COW
cred type-machine, and buried her
quivering face in them.
It was excusable. Such things
don't usually happen to typewriters
and stenographers. although they
have happened to barmaids.
When he had been talking elo-
quently and otherwise for a long
time, Jessie Vining lifted her pale.
tear-stained face from her arms;
and his lordship dropped rather
gracefully on his knees beside her.
and she looked down at him very
solemnly and wistfully.
It was shockingiy late when they
closed the gallery that evening.
And their mode of homeward prog
ress was stranger still. for instead
Of a tram or the taxi which Lord
Dunkmere occasionally prevailed
upon her to accept. they drifted
homeward on a pink cloud through
the lights streets Of Ascalon.
CHAPTER XVI.
To the solitary and replete pike,
lying motionless in shadow. no still
bait within reach Ia interesting. But
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Wit and Wisdom

Every married woman requires a
holiday from her husband occa-
sionally, even when he suits her per-
fectly.
Any right-minded woman would
sooner wear a new hat that didn't
suit her than an old one that did.
Supper for two often means dis
illusion for one.
A woman can we'll deceive a man
by telling him the truth.
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Few things give more enjoyment
than to look back on trouble when
it's over.
Marriage Is a volume one reads
and puts down, but love Is q whole
circulating library.
Never Judge a man by the com.
pany his wife makes him keep.
There is safety in some numbers,
but danger In one and one.