THE BEE: OMAHA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY
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The ee Ytng Mafazir J)a
Sherlocko the Monk
The Adventure of the Kidnaped Millionaire
' Copyright. U12, National Xwi Association.
By Gus Mager
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Married Life the Third Year
Helen Attends the Alden Club Dinner and Receive Much
Attention.
Bf MABEL HERBKRT CRJiTEB.
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It u the right of the dinner the
Alden club dinner. Hoi en tu In a flutter
f excitement. Not ooly ih faint,
but ah had flnally'consented to wear the
gown Mrs. Stevens bad sent her. -
Mrs. Btevena was
plainly determined
that tor one Helen
waa to be dragged
out of bar shell,
that merely because
Warren waa away
waa oo reaaon why
aha shouldn't go
out occasionally.
And for this din
ner she was not to
wear a demur lit
tle high-neck dreg,
for Mrs. Stevens
had simply forced
upon her one of her
own evening gowns
s"n exquisite white
chiffon. Twlc dur
ing the afternoon
she bad phoned to
bo euro Helen had not wavered In her
reluctant premie to wear It.
."Now be ready promptly," aha' argued.
'Mr. Stevens will come by In th ear for
you at 7.T '
, Helen had apread a sheet on the floor
Before th dresser to protect the gown
tiu sue v-s potting It on. With "(lin
ing eyes ah stood there while Delia
booked It up.
"My, you do look pretty tonight,
ma'am," said Delia, admiringly. "You
ought always to wear low neck It ear
tslnty does suit you."
And Helen, looking at th lovely re
flection In th glass, promised herself
that In th future ah would wear low
neck gowns.
A moment later th telephone rang.
"That's Mr. Stevens. Answer It, Delia
ask him to come up."
"The name didn't sound Ilka Stevens,"
said Delia, coming back from th 'phone.
"Oh. that telephone boy never gets a
nam right"
But when Delia has ushered the "gen
tleman" Into the front room and Helen
went In to greet him she saw a tall, well
groomed man but la waa not Mr. Ste
vens, i
This Is Mr. Trsrls"-ln a deep, pleas
ant voice. "Mr. Stevens Is on the re
ception committee and found at th last
moment ha couldn't come. Go I'm to act
aa a subsltute." Then, with a charming
smile, "If 1 may."
"Oh, I hops this hasn't Inconvlelenced
you," stammered Helen, hardly knowing
what to say.
"On th contrary, I feel I am most
fortunate."
Hla very oasa f manner seemed to
make Helen's confusion only the more
marked. She hated herself tor being so
easily embarrassed, and was furious at
th quick color that cam to bar face.
Ha had ft taxlcab waiting, and they
were soon whirled to th big hold, where
th dinner waa to bo held. The banquet
halt had been decorated for th occa
sion, and an orchestra was playing In a
palm-screened corner.
Helen waa surprised to find the) their
tests were at th speakers' table. She
waa between Mr. Steven and Mr. Travis,
with Mrs. Btevena on tb other aide of
her husband.
The principal gueet of honor, ft well
known politician and after-diner spanker, ,
was Just acroa from Helen, and ah waa
uncomfortably conscious of bis keen, ad
miring gas.
"You look beautiful." Mr. Stevens bad
whispered when ah entered. "What did
I tell you? You're positively dassllng."
Mr. Steven too bad murmured word
of praise. And Mr. Travis' attention and
admiration was most marked. To bo
admired, to be mada to fed that ah
was still young snd beautiful, to be the
most attractive woman at a dinner at
which there was so many others to
Helen It was all ft sew snd wonderful
sensatioa. Th music, the wine, the ad
miration an was a-thrlU with It sJL
Tet ah was painfully conscious of her
low-cut gown. Every moment she see mod
to feel the bareness ot her neck and arms,
and it was this that kept her cheeks
flushed, which only added to her charm.
"Tour aot eating a thing." said Mr.
Travis.
"Oh. Vm too excited to eat." then tm
pulsUely. "I haven't been oat very much
lately and this Is quite an event for me."
-Tom' re making H an crest for me,"
la his low deep vote.
Helen glanced ap quickly and then aa
quickly dropped her ays. Should ha have
saM that? And should ho look at bar with
surh open admiration?
Hera a man nvmntad a chair and re
quested that everyo e bo still and face
that way as a flashlight picture waa to
be taken. '
Th next moment ther was ft loud re
port. Helen, with nerves already tense
with excitement, started violently and
instlnctly caught Mr. Trsvts' arm. fr
a moment hla hand covered her own.
"DM It frighten your gently. "It does
make ft beastly noise."
To hide her embarassment Helen asked
quickly why ther waa so much smoke
It was tilling th place. She had never
seen a flashlight picture taken, and now
Mr. Travis carefully explained th cause
ot th smoke and th purpose ot the big
whit bags that hung from th celling.
The whole of th dinner h devoted to
her. lie seemed to know every on snd
pointed out those ot any particular In
terest or not.
It had been so long sine any on had
devoted an entire evening te Helen. She
waa so accustomed te Warren's Indiffer
ence and neglect whenever they were out
together that Mr. Travis attention seemed
very wonderful.
An added aurprlse cam when Mr,
Travis waa railed on to speak, Helen
had not known that he was to bo on of
the speakers. He arose and with perfect
aa made the ITrfet Interesting addi
of the evening. He spok briefly and to
th point.
Helen sat beside him with averted
eyes, conscious of th many faces that
vrtre turned toward him whose gas
also Included her. As the guest of one
of the main speakers at the dinner, ah
felt mora than over conspicuous and
mora that vr conscious ot her bar neck
and shoulders.
Mr. Travis sat down amid ft round of
applause,
"But I didn't have the applause I wsnt
most." glancing with ft smile a her
hands, wh(ch were nervously crumbling
th napkin hi her I so. . .
"Oh, I forgot," realising she waa the
only one In th room who was net ftp.
p lauding.
"Shall I take H that yon war so
tranced yon couldn't applaud T'
1 Helen was never quick at repartee. En
knew she should say something clever
here, but could think of nothing. With
a pleroe resentment at her Inability to
say apt things she could only murmur a
lame "That must have been It."
Just her large photograph which
was being passed along the table came
to them.
"The picture they just tookr" asked
Helen la amazement. "How could they
flnieh it so soonr
"Oh, they can print thee flashlight
pictures In a few moments now. Mot bad,
is ItT Let's aU where we are? Here,"
pointing with wis pencil.
And again Helen felt sense of un
reality as she saw In the picture th beau
tiful woman with th low cut gown.
"We want two of these," said Mr.
Travis turning to th photographer, who
was following along to take the orders.
"How much are theyt
"A dollar apiece, sir." '
Mr. Travis drew out his pocketbook
and gave the man the money, ana then
his own address and Helen's.
Agaln Helen waa disconcerted. Should
she protest at hint getting one for ther?
Was it ft liberty she should set allow?
Or was It only an ordinary courtesy to
which It would be ridiculous to object?
Never had ah fait so keenly bar Ig
norance of social cus terns, since her
smut lags she had bean nowhere without
Warren, and she simply did not know
what courtesies man could property
give te ft married woman.
She wowdered, toe. If she would speak
of Warren not one during th dinaer
had he been mentioned. She tried te
think ot soma way she could bring la
his Rant without seeming to make a
point ot doing ao.
But soon tb dinner was' over and
still aha had not spoken ot Warren. Quit
as ft matter of course, Mr. Travis or
dered a uxl and took her home.
But even new ther seemed no oppor
tunity t mention Warren. Should she
speak of him as "Mr. Curtis' or "my
husband" or simply "Warren"? While
aha was trying te decide this and before
she realised they were so near the cab
bad stopped and he was lifting her out.
There was an awkward pause and then
Helen said as primly as might any littl
country, girt.
"I want to thank yea tor a very pises
ant evening I have enjoyed it very
much.
For a moment he held her hand. "I
wish I could fei yon bad enjoyed It
half as much as V
And there waa something In the way
he said tt that sent Helen up stairs with
flushed checks and ft carious beating at
her heart.
The Clothes of the Self-Supporting Girl J
Daughter of Lottie Collins, the Famous Dancer, Tells How Any Young Woman Can Dress
Fashionably and Keep Within Moderate Means.
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Br JOSS COLLI!? 8.
I am s great admirer of my own. sex.
Considering the sppallng disadvantages
one labors under In being a woman and
having to wear fashionable clothes. It la
a wonder to mo that we are ever halt
aa nloe and admirable aa we seem.
"But you don't-have to be fashionably
dressed," I hesr you saying.
Oh, dear, ao, of oourse notl Anyons caa
be a martyr snd go about garmented In
sackcloth, with her hair don up In a
neat tight knot at the back ot her heed
and never a curl or a puff, hands that
never feel anything so fur than woolen
gloves and nail unacquainted with polish,
clodhopper shoes and all the rest of it.
To can, dear reader. It you . like to
and I'm quite lure you don't but I won't
1 shall wear th best, ths prettiest aad
most up-to-date frocks I can afford, not
alons to pleas others, but also to pleass
myself; and every time the fashions
chsng I sad all' the rest of my sex wUl
show our versatility In changing with
them. For that Is where we are far
superior to men. Ws do change all the
time and ths chameleon quality often '
drives us to nervous prostrstlon.
For It Is not enough to wear th latest
frocks snd fashions you have to act as
If yon bed always worn them.
Tou must adapt yourself te their new
lines of their many inconvenience with
pleasant face. Tou have to be grace
ful, no matter how hard It Is, and If every
woman cannot accomplish this, at all
events she tries It.
for Instance, take the kimono sleeve
which w have been wearing for
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tun aowj It Is comfortable. You can't
raise your arms up In the real kimono
sleeve, and women have adapted them
selves so quickly te this fashion that their
gestures have changed to suit It The '
old-fashioned shirtwaist girl cowld move
her arms and shoulders, th modsra one
can only move aa much as the seamless
snouider will allow. But we all wear
them, suffer In alienee and quickly learn
to maneuver gracefully In these new
garments.
It Is not ths material that makes the
style. It's the Una, the fashion, and it'
because women, especially American wo
men, adapt themselves so quickly to these
new Bass that they are th best dressed
women In the world.
Te adapt yourself to ft fashion mesas
that yea wear It as tt It vers th moot
natural thing la tb world. DM ws ever
have skills more Jinan a yard and
half wide? Oh, I suppose so, but ws have
learned to be comfortable, or at least te
look so, tat our hobbles. Lost year we
ft hogs sti umire ef fur.
feathers and felt upon our heads. Then
sd suddenly to ft mere toque
with tw top-heavy plume which always
threatened te pull down e's back hair.
Mow we leave eft the extra hair aad
a small plush bonnet down upon
we an,
Inoomes
our-
"IT ISN'T TUB MATERIAL THAT MAKES THB STYLE."
do It. yes do it, aa s
no matter what
we has learned to
selves te fashion's decree.
And fashion, dear friends, Is not made
by women, but by asm. Ws wear the
ckXJbee and styles which Providence, la
the guise ot th manufacturer and the
neker, asss lit to thrust upon
the market. Dos t let any one persuade
you mt thinking women would have de
signed hobbles, er the enormous and
rather assliss muff of today. Th fertile
Imagination of the fur goaa designed th
latter.' and during the heat ef dull
summer day the hobM Idea sprang full
fledged from the brain ef man who ii
one st the leading drssei ink us of Europe.
Where woman Ingenuity esmes In Is
In adapting herself aad her drees allow
ance to the demands of these man sails
fashions.
It yea pick out the nxrtleoablc changes
In style, yen caa eaaely suit yourself to
them. The la Vest fashieaa as hssr dress
ing, for Instance, should be followed. If
your bxtr is done stvUshly. It is aot so Im
portant whether your skirt hi exactly the
right shape er not; but It you ge ea
wowing quanfltles ef false hair when
ethers have discarded aa but tsetr natural
locks, you will be coaspiclous, toay the
least '
The girl of moderate Iifcoms ought, to
kaow something about dressmaking and
If she hasn't the knack of fixing things
she could arrange to exchange eome work
ah can do with another girl who has th
dressmaking skill. Then ah should learn
how to use dyes.
Dyeing materials ot sil kinds, see a
great saving, and ths results are often
very beautiful. I know of one girl who.
hae colored everything, from hair ribbons
te window curtains, and whose inexpen
sive frocks are the envy of her friends
because ot their artistic color.
But above all things, she should study
style snd learn to exercise care an Judg
ment In whatever he has to buy. To
can never afford to put money In the fads
of the moment, for you and every c
else will grow sick of them. On the other
hand. It does not pay to economise on the
staple ot one's wardrobe the business
suit.
Frocks that are to be worn la th
evening may be ot flimsy, cheap n
terial. It they have good lines snd are
pretty In coloring. But th frock you have
on all day la subjected to hard wear and
close scrutiny. Put your extra money la
that.
Song of the Signed Player
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. By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
"Dear Manager Black: I'll be coming-back,
' And I'll band the pellet a terrible whack,
I'll field my place like a fielding freak,
Always husky and never weak.
I'll cover more ground than a circus tent,
Bo send me another check ilk 70a sent, FOR
' CHORl'S.
"I'm ready to play tbe same ot mr life.
Game ot my life, game of my life;
My wits are aa sharp aa tbe sharpest knife, ,
And my frame Is tough for tbe Summer strife.
You can send tbe check to me or the wife
I'm ready to play tbe game of my life!"
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"Dear Manager Black: I caa get a stack
By signing right now with Connie Mack
And so If yon can't come over wltb doufb.
be k good sport aad tell mo so.
You can send tbe check to me or tbe wife
I'm ready to play tbe game ot key life,
. " . CHORCS.
"I'm ready to play tb g&me of life,
Game of my life, gam of my life.
My wits are as sharp as tbe sharpest knife.
And my frame la tough for tbe Summer strife.
You can send the check to me or tbe wife
I'm ready to play tbe ?itaX"
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Wife Desertion a Felony
By WINIFRED BLACK.
o he has left you, has he, mils wo
man? Left you and your children, for
gotten all about ths littls boy whs tried
so hard to maks himself believe he had
the best father In th whole world, vn
when that father
snowed quite plainly
that he waa noth
ing but a selfish
evll-tongued brute,
who oame heme
and took It eut on
his wife and family
whenever he had a
bad time with some
man who wouldn't
stand any ef hla
nonsense, downtown
or somewhere.
And the little
girl, why she used
te run and meet
him and nuke be
lieve she wss glad
to see him just te
fool th neighbor's littls girl who had a
real father to love and be proud ot
And ths second son, one who looks so
much like Ms father that It must terrify
you to think that he may grow up to
brook some woman's heart
Forgotten, all forgotten, and you may
starve and trees tor all he cares.
-Th court ha glvsa ru a divorce and
ordered your fine specimen of a husband
s pay you alimony, but be Just grinned
and stepped ever the border Into another
stats; and that's all there Is te It
Isn't there seme way of making this
husband of yours take ear of bis own
children?
Not unless yea live In Kansas.
I sometimes half believe that Kansas
Is ths only really civilised stats 1 la th
union, er, at least I did think so, till
that littls affair ot the xfhady Bend
tarring made us all ashamed of the name
Amtrtoan.
In Kaaasa wit desertion Is a felony.
A man can't take a girl away from her
fathers house, carry her eft smoag
grangers, starve, best neglect ana
finally desert her and let If ge st mat
If John Smith of Kansas trie to desert
hla wlfs and family he'll get something
beside a real good hard scolding for It
He'll get a term In jail and a good, long,
bard working term at that, and he oan
be brought back front any state la the
union or any principality or power what- -soever,
and be mada te serve It toe. It's
& Mum, mbA en mImJHiu Iklma ,
that which la exactly as It should be. '
siaung wife desertion a mere mis
demeanor Ip like offering a premium to
selfishness.
"This Is a bore, aO thla baby soilness.'
-ays jonn rraiin ox linnets, -alary is .
fuiie saww, m nuMsv new eh woosaai
loses her looks. I guess I'd call a new
deal all around." and away goes J oka '
Smith across the line to Mlshlgan. gets
work at good wages. Uvea a he pleases, '
and lets Mary and th children she bore
him starve te death, and ae one eaa
Nice civilised state ef things. Isn't UT
"Women will noon learn t emtml thla
to me the other day. "Just as soon as a
woman ran earn her own living there'll
he ao more st this desertion sad this aV;
lovs Idea. 'You be good er Til leave yen,'
ths new woman will sari 1 can support
the children myself.' "
"Deer me," said I to the socialist "that ,
The sort of ft man who want to get -
rid ef his wife, wont even have t make
tor new life. All he'll he to do will
be te say, "Oood bye, my dear, ge4
luck to you," and the woman eaa battle
with tbe problem ot support log the fam
ily, and, belug a mother at ths same list,
m hmKIam fkal all W, A I.,- .
on earth will not make easier but harder. '
Wife desertion a feioevf Whv. at
course, It Is, and It should be suck under
the le.w ef everv anuria stale tn the
union.
Wnw Sam1! K, ftiif f rant, , t-r tn mreele
and get that phass ef the question before
he Ueisletiirea . of ever stale ka the
oouatryf
The state that makes tt possible for a
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the eooseiiusnoee by stepping across the ,
Can't we all get a common ground for
swrauiw, , ii (wt www, anna
wipe the disgrace ot encouraging the de
serting hssband oft th record ot the
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Can-You Hold Him?
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
Now you've got him, can you bold him?
You out a dab ot powder ea your nose.
touched up your lips snd checks, and
smiled sweetly.
You laughed Immoderately at his
jokes snd confirmed him la the opinion
that he la a wit
You looked at him adoringly -aU con
vinced hies that he Is aa Adonis.
You deferred humbly to hie opinion.
assuring him he possessed great wis
dom.
You used your eyes, your tongue, your
brain to tickle his vanity. You sue
ceeded.
Every minute you were with him you
posed a If before a camera, and he
thought the posing "as natural.
You nut on attractive belt and h
swallowed It )
You got him: but now that you've got
him. can you hold hunt
You think the pursuit Is ended? My
desr woman, ft has just begun.
You ran down a man who was blind
folded by hie conceit. You have cap
tured one whose eyes are wide opes.
Hs sees sil your Imperfections. Be
cause you a longer care. Yoa've got
him snd you think getting means keep
ing.
He sees your faults: but you declare
that you also see Ms, aad that his fauns
axeuae your own.
You don't know that what
tea after marriage Is immaterial. The
Lord never made her as he made man,
She loves ail the amors for a fault er two.
Me loves all the less.
Yea kneer whet the gams was when
yen started la pursuit There wss no
glamor, as deceit te make him appear
more of a prise.
Yoa held sugar la one hand aad bid
the bridle bahtad yes. He earn up te
yoa because he Used sugar. Do you still
supply ItT
lie tell la lev with artiaeas. Was
tt oelnltaoo he aaarrledT
Ds yen tbiak any est dress Is good
enough tor bnmat
rx yoa wear ta hla presuers ft gsrsasss
so tern ad tat tend yoa wouldn't lot th
batcher bey or the gss ansa see roaT
Do yen think more ef the sptuloa ef
the trailiisinsn at year door than yea
think ef hie?
Do yen welcosse ban keen at akrht 1
down at heels, dress tors, buttons off.
hair flrtngj
Are you so unattractive looking that
when you dress for others be doesn't '
know you?
If you are, then go te the photographer ,'
and bo honest for once tn your life. Have
your picture taken as your husband
knows you best
A dishcloth under one arm, dress torn.,
at the neck snd buttons '"'tg collar- -leas,
a smudge on the face, with hair
looking aa If it hadn't been combed for '
a week, with a wisp er two la curl papers
te show ths Intention of some Urn comb
ing It. '
Have such a picture taken aad write .
under It "Your loving wife."
Don't omit that word 'loving.' It
means so much to a man!
Put It on his office desk where be caa '
Then. If you can. exseet hint to leek
proudly at such a picture and say, "She .
ia say- witei BMie w sv sospireuBni
That la what he should do, of oourse
nut. venns a man, w wpss, so WUI
look at It only to be reminded ef the
married. . .
Whereupos, there begins aa eft-told .
tragedy. Tbe loving wife, with her
fro sy hair sad ths smudge en her cheek
Undo she can't hold him.
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tPCCK.
For early morn, when first she wakes. '
ThU Satntw maiif htm.
A Japanese kimono owns,
Mrs e wipiMae lor bct seel. v
he goes te walk In Scottish plaid -'
And Alpine halt each day! j", -
A SlA-tfaJb 4ub-e aa -'
My modish fiancee. t '"
A gown of Swiss, with Irish lace,
I'va Affeei mm mv Mr t ' -
She telle me that the neck le Dutch
mjpb is ws My Kerne roes, . .
She baa a fetching way -
Ot sUpwlag sa a Russian Mouse,
My
A hat of KeapoHtaa """Tt-l.
She has for eut of town; t
A Spanish scarf I've seen sinasiint . 1
Her Parts evening gown; ,
la fact, her wardrobe seems to be
A, taitous msli , J
Froas every corner of the earth
My nasctah fiancee, 1. ' .y
