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7s The Jarr Family 4 fehrow the defects into Sot * —— seme Se yar we ne SAS i cha ee LONER TAB ME ERR CClarld y By Roy L. The Woes S Mr. Jarr camo up the street, A Michael Angelo Dinkston, pot pro putria, linked an arm in his, and affably invited himself to dinner, castally adding that he was surprised \ that Mr. Jarr had not gone to attend everything, the Peace Conference, everybody else had. But, “old man, we're not prepared forcompany to dinner,” Mr, Jarr ested to the affable Dinkston.. “Le- des," he added gruffly, “there's the Mar I just lent you; go get dinner with that.” “Why, this acerbity of ‘manner asked Mr. Michael Angelo Dinkston in surprise, “And where can one get a dinner for a dolar?” “Don't bother me,” replied Mr. Jarr. “T'vé troubles of my own.” “The very time you need the advice ‘and counsel of some disinterested friend,” interrupted Mr. Dinkston, “We don't need the advice imparted at the dinner table,” replied Mr, Jar. “Dinkston for. your own good, I ad- vise. you to keep away from happy home. war with my wife, anyway.” when must But Mr. Dinkston smiled and ce-) marked he had no fears regarding Mf. Jarr and that any one could get along with a charming lady, except sometimés after marrying her. “At least, that has been my expo- rienct,” daded Mr. Dinkston, "My wives and I always got along beticr together after we separated.” But what man knoww the mind of his 6wn wife? Instead of frowning at MP. Jarr for bringing Mr. Dink- ston to dinner, and instead of treat- ing ‘the unpaying guest with chilly bauteur, Mrs. Jarr’s face lighted up Bnd she cried joyously: hy Mr, Dinkston, I'm so glad it’s you! T wanted to see you so badly!” Mr. Jarr’s jaw dropped. Wonders never céase, of course; but to have wonders burst right in your face, to speak, 1s too much! “git right “down!” Mrs, Jarr went on, picked up dinner. sypsying, and, a Mudridge-Smith, You are fond of I said to Clara It's just like syp- éying to be living in a house in tho condition’ this one ts. The landlord wouldn't make any repairs during the wat—satd he couldn't get any fady painters or female paperhang. ‘he’ children are over at old Mrs. Dusenberry's—such a good hearted soul, even if not of the caste of Vere How to Buy a - Becoming Hat By Andre Dupont 4 IY do some women wear un- becoming hats, when for ex- actly the same price thoy can get one that will bring out all the good points of the face and shadow 60 that they will be scarcely noticeable ‘There are séveral reasons for this, and the first is that many people do not seem to know just how they look in anything and are perfectly happy | as long as the style is up to date; and another; and by far the most common, is that they are bewildered by @ multiplicity of models. Arter they ‘have tried on dozens of the ‘wrong kind of hats they are so tired ‘and discouraged that they decide on the one that seems the most inoffen- sive of the lot. But if they under- stood @ little more about the shapes that were suitable for them they ‘would not need to waste all this time, but could select with more in- telligence and decidedly less efor‘. Now it is certain that no one shape is muited to’ all faces. All women cannot wear large hats any more than_all can wear the fashionable close-fitting styles that are so b coming to @ good many, But some- where there 1s a shape that was made for just your kind of face. ‘A hat that is long and narrow in hould never be worn by a wi whose face is of the long, oval type, or in other words is long and thin. Neither should such a woman wear a hat with a very wide brim, es- pecially if she has delicate features, tor this will make her face look very commonplace and her cheeks almost emaciated. She can very becomingly wear the’ round turban effect, espe- cially if it has a brim that rolls up; ahe can wear the Continental shape, for this, though pointed in the front, is wide at the sides and thus gives her face the needed breadth, She can also wear becomingly all kinds of medium~- sized gailor shapes, but as a rule does not look well, in irregular hats, that is, hats that aré wider on one side than the other, The round-faced woman, on the contrary, usually finds that a toque that fits quite closely at the sides sults her best. She can wear a big at very becomingly and if her face is @ little too broad and fat such a hat will make it look more slender, It is @ mistake also for a fat woman to wear a hat 60 small that it makes her fage look like a full moon, when if she had chosen a little bigger shape her fat cheeks would not have been brought so much into prominence, ‘When you buy your next hat don't stare straight at yourself in the mir- ror, Take a hand mirror and look care- fully’at yourself from all sides and be sure to get a profile view—a doz- en people regard your hat from the side where one looks at it from tha fronts Some hats that look well on the head when one is sitting down are not nearly as becoming when one stands up, so it is well to stand bo- fore a full length mirror to get the real effect of a hat, our! You are none too pop- “I know you won't mind a | McCardell Coystight, 1015, by Thé Prese PublishingCo, (T+ New York Erening World.) of a Poet de Vere, as Tennyson says. But I'm so glad to see you. Take a chair. No, not that one—tt's all come un- glued. Nor the other, the back is broken, The children have wrecked I think the war made them play roughly!” “Yes, now that you have lost eve- rything, you have found yourself!” ‘apsodized Mr. Dinkston, “You are | beginning to realize that having eve~ rything to live for is only having | everything to work for; that it is not possession that gives pleasure, but | endeavor.” | “Why, of course! Of course!” sald Mrs. Jarr, talking away at Mr. Dink- ston without listening to what he was ‘saying at all. “Mr. Jarr got up such | a deautiful inventory in case of fire, jand, really, the value of everything ; Was surprising, and it seems we have | lost ever so many things I can't re- | member we had. | “But, then, a calamity like a terrible | fire alarm, with all the water they pour all over everything, and the family being saved by being lowered out of the front window tied up if my silk piano cover, instead of walking down the stairs, and Mr. Jarr putting down the plano cover at $40, when I got it at a bargain for | $11.98, and I had to cry when I think | what the demage would be if we had a fire, although we've never had one, Still, if we do, 1 hope war prices | won't make any great difference, for | Mr, Slavinsky, the glazier, stopped me on the street and advised me not to lose money in case we did have a fire, although I dread the very idea, yet Mr. Slavinsky says such things are blessings in disguise on account of 86 much glass being broken, but T'can't see it!” “But didn't you say you wanted to consult with Mr. Dinkston about something?” asked Mr. Jarr. He wished to distract her attention from his first effort at writing fic- tion—compiling a schedule of their household goods and personal prop- ‘erty that he had compiled in case | of fire. . | “Oh, yes," said Mrs. Jarr, “Clara | Mudridgo-Smith wants your advic | Mr. Dinkston, on getting up or com- | posing an in memorian poem in case anything happens to ber dear old | husband. He's not at all well, you know.” | “L shall be charmed.to do 90," sald the affable Dinksto#. “I have an ode jinspired by the Spanish influenza.” | “How lovely!" enied Mrs, Jarr. “I think that’s what old man Smith in mind to an Andalusian rhythm, |’ has, although he says it's the gout.” | HOME | Saturday, December 7, 1918 PAGE: ‘Can You Do WHAT | TELL You! CLEAN THE BATH TUR Beat It! right 1918, ty Te Nee Pbtiig Co, (The New York Evening World.) WHAT 'S THE USE’? IT'S WASTING Not MucH | IT's WASTING ‘TINE ! —- ow EVERY TIME | CLEAN THE BATHTUB / SOMERODY ©! TAKES A BATH 2 —_— CAN You Beat iT! Kiddie KI] ON MONDAY, DEC. your registration slips, and you will arrive, My Dear Cousin-Entertai: THEATRICAL tryout of Kiddie | bave dramatic talent will take day, Dec, 9. The purpose of this tryout is to Christmas play, “The Wishing Ring,” sonal direction of Mr. Stuart Walker, producer. But be cannot do this unless you, m buge success it is going to be. PS. Dear Cousin Eleanor: | I have been reading the great deeds my cousins have done during the war and thought what loyal Americans my Klub Cousins are, I thought you would like to know what I was doing to help Uncle Sani, so I will tell you. 1 have made fifteen caps, four |dresses for the French and Belgian babies and knitted several squares. 1 recited a poem at the dedication of a service fag, L bought two War Saving Stampy and every week [| buy Thrift Stamps, On Nov. 1i,| 1918, I canvassed on our block with | a fow other girls for the United War Campaign and we got $6. | Although the war is over, [ am going to keep right ®n working be- | cause wo have to keep our boys com- fortuble while they are patiently | waiting to be sent home. Your faith- | ful cousin, . NBWMAD ed fourtecn | ones Meets a e tables and 4 Jetters, unpublished. h Vol wit Jones calls upon Moran Roobester's that be has sold to Marcus coal mine. Later he goes to the own handwriting instead of Rochester's CHAPTER X. (Continued. ‘T was improbable that the Na- tional Provincial had ever seen Rochester's autograph; even if they had, it was not a criminal thing for @ man to alter his style of writing. He indorsed the check Rochester, gave a sample of his sig- nature, gave directions for a check book to be sent to him at Canton House Terrace, and took his de- parture. He had changed Rochester's five pound note before going to Collips, and he had the change in his pocket, four pounds sixteen and sixpence. Five pounds, less the price of a cigar at the tobacconist’s where he had changed his note, the taxi to Ser- geants’ Inn, and the glass of liqueur brandy. He remembered that he still owed for his luncheon yesterday at the Senior Conservative, and he de- termined to go and pay for it, and then lunch at some restaurant. Never again would he have luncheon at that Conservative Caravanserai, 80 he told himself. With this purpose in mind, he was standing waiting to cross the road near Southampton Street, when a voice sounded in his ear and an arm took his, “Hello, Rochy,” said the voice. Jones turned and found himself arm in arm with a youth of eighteen —#o he seemed, @ gilded youth, if there ever was a gilded youth, im- maculately dressed, cheery, and with a frank face that Was entirely pleas- * said Jones, ‘What became of you that night?’ asked the cheery one, as they crossed the road still arm in arm. ‘Which night?" “Which night? Why the night they shot us out of the Rag Tag Club. Are you asleep, Rawjester— or what ails you?" “Oh, I remember,” said Jones, They had unlinked now, and walk- ing along together they passed up ing. Charming Girl and Learns by Chance She Is His “‘Wife’’ (Copyright, John Lane Company.) Mutnsusen some land in ational Provincial Bank to open an account, ¥ Air eres fo Lenten ating © menltous ctor Joney ot Pailadel & wwunitious conitact. He felis and umes roar The Yalibeln Site Kou Hiocbtir wha Ph, hha fate, 0" clone bles Jones ry eal Jones dod Rochester proeea thelr coming r. ‘Ammer ng fbm sraman it slaborah haste Mp laiovers hie papers have has bee fe impersonate Lord beater. A lady to the bia ‘i siieg at nbratay Wim tor ha conduct, | Mupe earue ey the Mant Kechter m ts Nee Vales, 8 Blackzaatier, at OO im to keep certain low ers that she is in league uncle of new to be a Me decides to use his Southampton Street Henrietta Street toward ‘ Leicester Square. The unknown doing all the talking, a task for which he seemed well qualified. He talked of things, events, and people, unknown to his listener, of horses, and men, and women, He talked Jones into Bond Street, and and through Jones went shopping with him, as- sisting him in the choice of two dozen colored socks, Outside the hosier'’s, the unknown was proposing luncheon, when a carriage, an open Victoria, going slowly on account of the traffic, drew Jones's attention, It was a very smart turnout, one horsed, but having two liveried ser- H. De Vere ~ Osea ei a eased it That lovely creature, his wife! Rochester's wife! - “Get in,” said the unknown, He had called a taxi Jones got in Rochester's wife! ‘The contrast be- tween her and Lady Plinlimon sud- denly arose before him, together with the folly of Rochester seen giganti- cally and in a new light The taxi drew up in a street off Piccadilly; they got out; the un- id and led the way into a e front door presented a s door plate inscribed with the words: MR. CARR.” They passed along a passage and then downstairs to a large room where small card tables were set out Off this room lay the dining room, and the whole place had an atmos- phere of comfort and the days gone by when days were less laborious than our days and comfort less allied to glitter and tinsel. This was Carr's Club. The unknown sat down (before the visitor's book and began to write his owh name and the name of his guest Jones, looking over his shoulder, saw that his name was Spe Patrick Spence, Sir Patrick Spence, for one of the attendants addressed him as Sir Patrick. “I don't want to poke my nose into your affairs,” sald he, “but I can see there's something worrying you: you're not the same chap. Is it about the wife?” “No,” said Jones “Well, I don't want to dig into your “it's not that.” vants on the box, @ coachman an¢ confidences and I don't want to give @ footman with powdered hair, In the Victoria was seated one of the prettiest girls ever beheld by Jones—a lovely creature, dark, with Vague blue-grey eyes— ‘ah, what pen could de- scribe that face, so mobile, piquante, and filled with light and inexpross ible charm, She had caught Jones’ eye, she was gazing at him curiously, half mirth- ‘ully, half wrathfully, it seemed to him, and now to his amazement she made a little movement of the head, as if to say, “come here.” At the same moment she spoke to the coachman, “Portman, stop please.” Jones advanced, raising his hat “I just want to tell you,” sald the Beauty, leaning a little forward, “that you are a silly old ass. Ven- etia has told me all—it's nothing to me, but don't do it—Portman, drive on, “Good Lord!" sald Jones, as the vehicle passed on its way, bearing off its beautiful occupant, of whom nothing could now be seen but the lace, covered back of a parasol, He rejoined the unknown, “Well,” said the latter, “what has your wife been saying to you?” “My wife!” said Jones, ‘Well, your late wife, though you are not divorced yet, are you?” “No,” said Jones. He uttered the word mechanically, ecarecly knowing what he was say- you advice. If I did, I'd say make it up with her. You know very well, Rochy, you have led her the deuce of a dance. Your sister got me on about it the other night at the Ver- nons'’. We had a long talk about you, Rochy, and we agreed you were the best of chans, but toc given to gayety and promiscuous larks, You should have heard me holding forth, But, joking apart, it's time you and I settled down, old chap. You can't put old heads on young shoulders, but our shoulers ain't #0 young as they used to be, Rochy. And I want to tell you this, if you con't hitch up again in harness th other party will do a bolt. I'm dead serious. It's not the thing to say another man, but you and I haven't any secrets between us, and we've always been pretty plain one to the other—well, this is what T want to say, and just take it as it's meant Maniloff is after her. You now that chap, the attache at the Rus- asian Embassy, chap like a billiard marker, always at the other end of a cigarette—other name's Boris, Hasn't @ penny to bless himself with. 1 know H he hasn't for I've hade kind inquiries about him through Lewis, reason why—he wanted ty buy one of my racers for export to Roosia a] hundred down and the balance in six months. ‘The chap's rotten with debt divorced from his wife, and a punter at Monte Carlo, That's his real pro fession, and card playing. He's a sleepy Slav, and if he was told his house was on fire he'd say, ‘nichevo,’ —- meaning jt don’t matter, it's well in- sured—if he had a house to insure, which he hasn't, But women him, he’s that sort. But Heaven help the woman that marries him, He'd take her money and herself off Monte, and when he'd broken her heart and spoiled her life and spent her coin, he'd leave her, and go off and be Russian attache in Japan or somewhere, I know him, Don’: let her do it, Rochy," “But how am I to help it?” asked the perplexed Jones, who saw the meaning of the other. It did not mat- ter in reality to him, whether a wo- man whom he had only seen once were to “bolt” with a Rus n and find ruination at Monte Carlo, but this world is not entirely a world of reality and he felt a surprisingly strong resentment at the idea of the girl in the Victoria “bolting” with a Russian, “How are you to help it? said Spence, “Why, go and make up with her again, kick old Nicheyo. . Women like chaps that kick other chaps; they pretend thev don't, but they do. Fithe do that or take gun an shoot her, she'd be bette with that fellow.” Tha’ night Jones fell asleep mur- murlng the word Teresa, CHAPTER XI. S. VOLES, money leader and bill discounter, lived over his business, ‘That is to say his office was his dining room. He owned the house in Jermyn Street shot than o Jones, dismissing his taxi, rang the bell and was admitted by a man ser vant, who, not sure whether Mr Voles was in or not, invited the visi tor into 4 small room on the right of the entrance all and closed the door on him. The room contained a desk table, three chairs, a big scale map of Lon don and a photogray reproduc tion of Mona Lisa, The floor was covered with linoleum, and the win- dow gave upon a blank wall This was the room where creditors and stray visitors had to wait. Jones took a chair and looked about him. Humanity may be divided into three classes; those who, having seen, adore, those who tolerate, and those who detest Mona Lisa. Jones detested her. That ry, sleery, slippery poisonous face was hateful to him as the mask of a serp He looked at the | door opened and in cam Voles look: yellower morning, but his face ge of resentment, The t Earl of Rochester upon had n the one great surprise of his life. He had always fancied that he Knew character, and his fancy was not ill founded. His confidence in himself had been shaken ‘Good morning,’ 14 Jopes, “I like « PEON 7 oa have come to have @ little talk with you.’ “sit down,” said Voles, ‘They seated themselves, Voles be- fore the dosk. “EL haven't come to fight,” said Jones, “just to talk. You Know that Marcus --Mulhausen has got that Welsh Jand from me tor five thou- sand, and that it ls worth maybe @ miijion now.” Voles nodded, “Well, Mulhausen has to give that property buck.” Voles laughed, “You needn't laugh, Y. ny ih wide tm oath toward is no otcasion to skin Mulhaus n. Voles, “Well,” suld “What have I to do with that?” You are the knife. “oni” “Yes, indeed. Let's talk. When you got that eight thousand from me, you were only the agent of the Plinlimon woman, an was only the agent of Marcus, She got son u got something, but Mar- Julian got some Marcus got the thing, y cus got the r thing too, but nis, He ead, d the hoofs, and the innards, and the tail. I've had it out with the Pliniimon we and I know, You were a gang.” Voles heaved up in his chair, “What more have you to say? asked he thickly “A lot. ‘There is nothing more aim cult to get at than a gang, ‘ they cover each other's traces. pay you a certain sum in deduct your commixsion anc remainder over to the Plinlimon wo man, pay Pa, and gets a few hundred pay ‘her milliner Who's to e anything? No cheques have passed.” ‘Just so," said Vole “I'm glad you see my point.” re plied Jones, “Now if you can’t unt i knot, you can always eut it if you knife—can't you? shoulders, have a ix my mear I have it property b or elte I will go to the police and rope in the whole gang. ‘Tell the whole story. T will accuse Mareus, Do you ur derstand that? Marcus, and Marcus’ davehter, and Marcus’ son, and you nd { won't do that to-morrow. I'l to-day, To-night the wh le of you will be In jail id you hadn't come to Voles, “What do you ‘t vou had enoueh f me u drive me like this tn t come to fight. At least ot you. On the contrary, when T get this property back if it turns out worth a million, Til maybe pay you your You've been paying the HBOS. pipe Vi to me T have.” groaned Votes. | ‘The two words proved to Jones that he was right all through, “Well, its Marcus I'm up against, and you have to help me.” ‘Then Voles began to speak, The something Oriental in his nature, the yomething that had driven him rush- ing with outspread arms at the con- stable that evening, began now to talk. ‘ Help against Marcus! What could he do against Marcus? Why Marcus Mulhausen held him in the hollow of | his hand, Marcus held every onw: his daughter, her husband, his own von Julian, to say nothing of A, Voles and others, Jones listened with patient atten- tion to all this, and when the other! had finished and wiped the palms of | his hands on his handkerchief, said: | “But all the same, Marcus is held | by the fact that he forms one of a wang.” Voles made a movement with his hand, “Don't interrupt me. ‘The head of a shark is the cleverest part of it, but | t has to suffer with the body when! whole shark is caught; that's! fix Marcus is in, When I close the lot of you, Marcus will t to go into the jug. Now you have got to take my they won't be hard.” are they?” What “You have got to write me a note, | which { will take to Marcus, telling him the game's up, the gang's burst and to deliver.” “Why d—n it, what ails you?” said Voles. What ails me?” | You aren't t ke yourself. you have neve n like yourself Jones felt himself changing color. | In his exeitement he had let his voice run away with him. “It doesn’t matter a button whether I'm iike myself or not,” said he. | “you've got to write that note, and do it now while | dictate.” Voles drummed on t desk with his fingers, then he »k a sheet of from a drawer t is it to t up oles wrote That’) aid Jone now sig your name and addvess the envelope Voles did xo. Jones put the lette his pocket Well,” said that ds the bus ness, I hope, with this, and wh have to sav to him Mareus will p and as IT say, if things turn eut no quarrel w you—only v Vol oke 1 deal wit ' ' h him, Go cautiously Vou never fear.” said Jone e event proved his confider justified, Mulhauser gave in—handed | (To Be Continued Monday.) ‘ The Evening World's work diligently with the same purpose in mind. to you, almost entirely, to make the Kiddie Klub play this Christmas tho ‘ A tryout for dancers will follow Cousin Eleanor’s Klub: Kolumn ub Korner Conducted by Eleanor Schorer Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Breaing World.) Theatrical Tryout. Of Elocutionists and Dramatic Talent Only , 9, AT 4 TO 5 P.M. Manhattan Opera House, 34th St., Between 8th and 9th Aves., New York City. ENTER AT STAGE DOOR, 35TH ST., NEAR 8TH AVE. All members must register at the door. Your names will be called from | be heard In the order in which you‘ ner. Klub elocutionists and members who Dace at the Manhattan Opera House, * Now York City, between 4 and 5 o’olock in the afternoon on Mon- felect a cast for our Kiddie Klus which will be ctaged under the per- the famous American manager and Mr. Walker is interested in us and will do all in his power to make “The Wishing Ring” a production worthy of his own standards and ours. y Cousins, respond to this call and In other words, it Is up , ‘Cousin Eleanor. Wateh for announcement. NOVEMBER CONTEST AWARD’ WINNER. “My Prayer to Santa Claus.” Here I kneel in prayer to you, O Santa Claus, so good and true. I pray in carnest voice and mind; Oh, hear me, Santa, good and kind! I have a daddy far over the sea; Won't you please bring him back to me After bis fight for liberty? When you come here, with your rein- deer and toys To bring nice presents for good giris and boys Won't you give me a dolly with curly ® hair, A sweet little dolly so nice and fair? Please do these few things for me if you are able And get your thanks from your little friend--Mabel, By Mabel Pollack, aged eight years, New York City. WHY | LOVE THE KIDDIE KLUB.! 1 love the Kiddie Kiub for its Korner, hich is so Interesting, and & for its meetings at which you meet other member: But I love this noble Klub particularly for its motto, which is “Love, Truth and Purity,” the’ Breatest motto of the world, It teaches us to love our country, our” countrymen, parents and Klub. By Truth, Cousin Eleanor mcans to be’ \rue to Old Glory, also not to be afraid to suffer punishment toz the | truth. And by Purity to do only what our parents, teachers or Cousin Kleanor would wish us to do. Taken * together, these words mean to grow | to be Upright and noble men and women, always @ credit to our par- ents and Klub, which we hold so dear By MARION ABERNETHY, aged twelve years, New York Clty. WHY | LOVE THE KIDDIE KLUB. One reason why I love the Kiub is because | enjoy reading the contribu- Uons sent In by Kiddie Cousins, An- | other is that it ts great sport trying to get new Cousins, 10 have great fun at the parties, Those who save the Kiddie Klup Korners can on a rainy day enjoy looking over all the poems and stor jes, Last of all, it is interesting tu, read the letters of dear Cousin! Eleanor. Ry Marion Elmhurst, N. Emmott, aged ten years, 8 OLD GLORY! he war is over with Germany; The whole world stands for democ- racy; No more German autocracy, A few more months and you shall sce Our boys all home from o'er the sea, _ The boys that fought for you and me. Where is the man That wouldn't fight for Uncle Sam? England, France and Italy, All three stand for liberty, They fought side by side and even died—like brothers, They crossed the Marne, As they marched on and on We'll all be true To the Red, White and Biue. The flag of our Nation, OLD GLORY! GRACE S. MONROE, aged twelve. THE NATION'S FLAG. it spreads itself o'er the fleevy clouds, And as one sees it the heart is proud. Its colors, Red and White and Blue Stand for a hundred million men or two. So rally round it soldiers all, And never let its emblem fall Ry HELEN O'NELL, aged four. teen yea @HOW TO JOIN THE KLUB xNB OBTAIN | YOUR PI Pin.” “Klub hike