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In one picture Miss Clarke is shown fondling two of her pets, of which she is passion ately fond. Miss Clarke is a great lover of ani mals and out door life. The other "▼photograph is her favorite pic ture and aptly illustrates the lessons that she has pointed out in her accom panying inter view. MAUDE MILLER FROM the most diminutive little lady on the stage. Miss Marguerite Clarke, who Is playing in the charm ing musical vignette called "Prunella." comes a mes sage to each and every girl who is small —a few words and suggestions as to just how to bring out the best points to subdue those that are not desirable. "As to beauty." said Miss Marguerite, peering crit ically at herself in the mirror and pulling one bronze curl a little lower over a tiny ear. "I never could say You Can Begin This Great Story Today by Reading This First J Aline Graham, the beautiful daugh ter of U. S. District Attorney Gor don Graham, . is beloved by Captain Lawrence Holbrook. a soldier of for tune, free lance and all around good fellow. Aline loves him, but, because of some secret In her past, she refuses to marry him. While Holbrook is at her house she receives a telephone message from Judson Flagg, a lawyer and notorious blackmailer of society. Holbrook begs Aline to tell him her secret. She refuses and makes him leave her. The message from Flagg has made her frantic, and she is at a loss to know what to do. Aline goes to Flagg's place, and he offers to sell her letters, written by her and to her. Now Read On (KOFEI.IZED BY> Continued from Saturday ""With that stilatto in him he'd move around pretty lively! Nothing ,r> it' chief—SUICIDE!" The chief shook his head. The par- come here!" shouted ""'yes sir," quavered an answering voice. , The captain kept the situation eas\. friendly, a matter of men dirrertng in opinion. . „ . "The mistake professional 0.-tert- Ivgsi make.chiat, Is U> imagine a t-rv in everything thats not to them right off the reel. .a.mtrl to have taken place gration seemeu 10 u«i i in the boy's nature. it was as bad bexn set adr:ft in strange seas, luddt-rless. pllOtlesS. He sc;i '•■>elf dared look at the oark form sprawled across the table. There was n«> uig Now That It Is All Over, the Great Need of the Nation Is a Christmas Clearing House The Call's Magazine and Fiction Pages just what kind of beauty appeals to me. Sometimes I like to look at a beautiful woman as I would a picture, but I am likely to tire of her in half an hour. It all depends upon my mcod. and I fear I am very fickle." Then she laughed adorably. "But I can give you some hints for the small girl. Being so small myself. I nat urally notice very quickly mistakes that other small women make in their dre.-s, which, if remedied, would make them, oh. so much more stylish and attractive. "Of course, the very simplest things are the very best —the small girl can never expect to be gorgeous, and if she attempts it she will make herself ridiculous. Some times I sigh for the unattainable when I see these tall, gorgeous women, but I try to be content with what I have and to adapt my clothes to my height as well as to my personality. • "The small girl should affect a childish type of dress. She should wear high waisted dresfees to enhance a child ish appearance, and it is she who looks best :n the softly cut low neck waist. It gives a slim, graceful look to her throat, and takes away any idea of striving for effect. Anything quaint and of the old world type is sure to be becoming. A riding habit, for instance, or a gown fash ioned on its lines, strictly plain and giving her as much height as possible, makes a strong appeal to the mascu line sex because it enhances her appearance of childish ness and need of protection. The hair should be worn close to the head, but fluffed softly around the face; any high arrangement in tlie way of pretentious hair orna ments gives the small woman a barbaric appearance. "For the outdoor costume small hats should be used, the brim of the hat should not hide the face, suits not too extreme and flat furs. Anything unassuming. And, as for evening dress, no trains unless absolutely neces sary- A train makes a short woman look like an over dressed doll. "Good night,"' Fhe laughed, as I rose to go. "My mood is changing again—perhaps I'll be glad I'm small before the evening is over—who knows?" AT BAY A. THRILLING STORY OF ' SOCIETY BjLAC X MAILER, g which establish the fact that she was : the victim of a mock marriage sev- j eral years before. Flagg demands | $1,000 as the price of the letters. The girl has not the money. The man struggles with her and Aline kills him with a bill file. As he dies he. clutches her emerald brooch and. with Satanic malice, takes a flashlight photograph of her. When the mur der of Flagg Is reported to the po- Ifcosj faptaln Holbrook accompanies his friend. Chief Dempster, to the to the house of death. Holbrook dis covers that Aline had committed the crime when he recovers the emerald brooch, unknown to the detectives, from Flagg's dead hand. ,nity in death there. H<s Uncle Jud I lay as he had fallen in agony, un | attended—a piece of evidence —not ! the tomb of a human soul. And it i was still the same night when his | uncle had said, "You're a good boy. Tommy, and your uncle loves you." The boy was hideously alone now — I and his Unci* Jud was only a thing j Fprawled across a table. Tt appears j that even a spider may be loved by The boy trembled down into a chair unbidden, but he could not stand. This !,horrible nightmare was weakening him too much. ••Who touched thin hanrlf" nhoiited the chief, »n<l<ten I>, becoming aware 'of Dome rhaaitr lv tbe dead mun'H posture. "Not me. chjef," Donnell hastened ito exclaim. The eJtief turned to the boy. "Did '-on touch anything in this i room before the police came?" "No, sir." ouivered the boy. "Honest sir." said Tommy in grow ine fear of tiiis big, firm man. •Who's been here tonight?" thun- Kor the briefest second the boy hes itated, and Holbrook caught his eye. Dainty Marguerite Clarke Tells What the Small Girl Must Do to Be Attractive Miss Marguerite Clarke. "A man," said Tommy. "What's his name?" Again the boy hesitated. "I don't know," he said at last in a breathless tone. The chief looked for a flickering moment from the soldier to the boy. Did he come before or after I was here?" asked Holbrook in the matter of fact tone of a seeker after knowl edge. The chief betrayed surprise. HOL BROOK HAD BEEN HERE—WHY, he wondered. Aloud he said: "Voo were here tonight, captaiaT" "Oh, yes, chief, but the boy said Flagg wasn't at home." Then, ad dressing Tommy, he continued In a perfectly pleasant tone: "And I'll bet you lied to me when you said it — didn't you?" "He —he didn't want to see you again," murmured poor Tommy. . The chief looked thoughtfully at Holbrook. Later they would both re member Tommy's admission. The captain continued his ques tioning: "But who was the other man who came after I did?" "I don't know, sir." "Ah, yes you do! Out with it! His name!" thundered the chief. "Jones.'' whimpered Tommy. "What did he want?" Tommy hesi tated. "Got any handcuffs, Donnell?" "Please don't!" cried Tommy in hor ror. "He sold my uncle a letter! It's in the drawer, there!" ON THE RACK Chief Dempster opened the letter and smiled with an Ironical twist of his grim Hps. Now that it was tor, late for the court of law—now that Justson Flagg was claimed by the higher law—the proof of his despic able blackmailing lay in his hunter's hand. "Who killed your uncle?" he shot at Tommy with disarming suddenness. "I don't know, sit". He called nie— I was in bed and"— "What time?" "About eleven, I think—l opened the door and answered"— "And then?" went on the inquisitor. "I hurried down—and uncle was dead." The boy sobbed out some of his forlorn aloneness. "Then I opened the window and called 'police.' " Donnell grinned: "You could have heard his across the Potomac." The third degree continued. "How long after you heard your uncle calling did you get here?" "About half a minute." Ten Rules of Life DOROTHY DIX TO be a human being first, and a woman afterwards. To learn how to do some one thing well enough to make a liv ing by it, so that I need never fear tlie horror of dependence. , Tit regard love as the sugar on the top of the cake of life, not the whole substance. To serve faithfully and well those of my own household, but not to permit myself to become a slave to them. To develop my sympathies in every direction so that I may truly be a little sister to all the world. To continually reach out for fresh interests in my life, so that if one fails me I shall not be left bankrupt of resources of happi ness. To work always and to realize that it is as much of a shame for a woman to be a parasite as it is for a man to be one. To let no human being go from my presence without giving him or her a happier thought and a brighter outlook. • To bear in mind continually that it is Just as important to lay up affection for my old age as it is to lay up money. To keep my heart sweet and young, purged of the bitterness and the narrowness of old age. and so to grow old gracefully and beautifully. Daysey Mayme's Christmas FRANCES L. GARSIDE THE customary Christmas gift for father is a dustless mop, and his lack of sentiment excuses the absence of white tis sue paper and red ribbon. If mother doesn't fare better, she finds Christmas enough in the joy of the children. There was a vacuum cleaner for Lysander John Appleton, a check for his wife and everything for Daysey Mayme and Chauncey De vere that they had sighed for in six months previous. A boy's gratitude is always as cold as yesterday's buckwheat cakes, so the parents expected nothing from him and looked for a gushing outburst from their daughter. In this they were disappointed, for Daysey Mayme cast aside the diamond solitaire from her father, the furs from her mother and the many gifts from girl friends, first indifferently, then feverishly and then desperately. It was the fourth time she looked among her gifts that she found the object of her search, a white bound book called "Pearls of Love" and marked 49 cents. It was from him, and with a cry of joy she clasped X to her breast. From him! o>l, joy! Oh, Christmas! Oh. rapture! It means so much to get p. gift from him! Her mother saw, and under stood, and smiled. Her father saw, and ,?elt abused. But Daysey Mayme did not know nor care, for. Oh ecstatic bliss, she had received a gift from her heart's delight. I "And you're sure there was nobody ; here at all?" "No. sir," asserted the frightened i boy, with certainty. He wondered | dully if they would try to fasten the crime on him—why, he had loved his | I'ncle Jud—and he was alone now— j surely they could not Intend taking him off to the prison. "Only one answer, chief," broke in Holbrook, with calm reassurance. The more bitterly certain he became of the true answer, the more desper ately he wondered if he could make the tfail lead away from the girl who must not be hunted, hounded by the death of the blackmailer as she had been by his life. "This rose! Where did this come from?' went on the inexorable ques tioner. Breathless stillness for a moment. I,arry wondered if his heart was likely to ruffle the tucks of his frilled shirt. "I don't know, sir. My uncle didn't have any roses." As if in sooth a spider would have a pretty taste in pink roses! "He might have bought out a florist after you went upstairs," declared Karry. A DANGER LINE The chief chose to Ignore him. That worried our Irishman a bit. Never a bit did he mind being dis puted, even—but to be ig nored, that showed that the chief was doing his own thinking along a line of his own—a danger line. "You didn't hear the outside door before or after you came in here?" "No, sir." "You opened the window right away?" "Yes, sir." "And you stayed at the window un til you saw the police coming?" "Yes. sir." "And you didn't, Donnell?" "No, sor" The chief spoke with quiet cer tainty that fell on Holbrook's heart with deadly force. "BEFORE THE BOY GOT THE WINDOW OPEN SHE MADE THE CORNER." "SHE. chief?" inquired the captain ! with elaborate unconcern—ajnd the I while he wondered that nobody heard j his heart doing a reel that would be fittest for a wake. "IT WAS A WOMAN! YOU THOUGHT CAME IN"" "I thought so? Oh, chief, you're jesting. I thought—" Continued Tomorrow Two Beautiful Creations Seldom can one find a more charmingly sim ple frock for the jeune fille than this little model of Corbeau blue velvet on the left. The bodice is slightly fulled, but does not blouse. The V-neck is piped in old rose peau de peche, and a little line of bowl buttons of the same material fastens the front down to the broad, loose girdle of the same rose peau de peche— a cloth which has the soft texture from which it takes its name— "skin of a peach." This girdle passes through little bridles of tlie velvet and is knotted at the back and falls in two long embroidered sash ends. The long kimono sleeves have a piping of the rose at the wrist, The skirt is gathered at the waist and is draped into a pannier move ment at each side, with little pocket slits piped in rose and finished by the buttons. A new and original note is the rose, caught at the bottom of the skirt just above the right ankle. The Sandman Stories Children's Bedtime Tales Till: U \BK l.\ THE WOODS ONE moonlight night a stork was going through the woods with two babies in his bill. One was to be delivered at the farmhouse on one side of the woods and the other he was to ta-ke to the opposite side and leave at the blacksmith's home. So he hung one bundle on a bush and ran along with the other. Pretty soon the baby began to cry. It thrust out a chubby foot and a little hand and made such a noise that a squirrel ran out of his hole in the tree and looked about. Then he saw the bundle on the bush and he ran down to a rock where he could see better and looked closer. "What can it be that makes such a noise?" he said. The baby kept on crying and a rab bit ran over to where the squirrel sat. "Whatever is it?" he asked. "I never heard such a noise." "1 can not make out," answered the squirrel, and he touched the bundle with his paw. Then the baby cried louder than before, and the squirrel Jumped back. Old Father and Mother Bruin had Just settled themselves for their win ter sleep when they heard such a noise that Mother Bruin ran to the door of her cave and looked out. "For goodness sake," she called, "what is the matter?" "Something on this bush," said the squirrel, "is making all the noise. I do not know what it is." Mother Bruin trotted over to the bush where the baby was hanging and stood on her hind legs and looked at it. "Why, it looks something like my children when they are young," she said, "but it is not so handsome," and she gave the bundle a gentle swing. The baby stopped crying. "Well, I never," said the squirrel; "I touched it and it screamed louder than ever." But as It stopepd swinging the baby began to cry louder than before. "Oh, dear!" said a bird hopping to the end of a limb, "what is the mat ter down there?' And all the birds began to complain. "We can not sleep," they said; "do stop that crea ture from making such a noise." "It is a baby," said a robin, who had been everywhere and seen every thing. "Who, who," called an owl. "It's not mine," said the robin. "Nor mine," said the bear. "My babies never made such a terrible Especially Posed for This Page. noise." And the baby kept on crying. Father Bruin put his head out of the cave. "Are you never coming home?" he asked Mother Bruin, "and what is all this noise about? I am not able to start my winter sleep." "It is a baby," answered Mother Bruin. "Come here and look at it." "Well. I am ashamed of myself," he said. "That little creature can make more noise than ever I could. I can not stand this," he said, putting his paws over his ears and running back to the cave. "You had better come along." he called to Mother Bruin when he reached the cave; "you will lose your beauty sleep." But Mother Bruin had no intention of missing anything. "What shall we dor* she said to the rabbit. "We.must stop this noise." "Look," said the squirrel, pointing down the path. And there they saw the stork running toward them. "What have you animals been do ing to the baby?" he asked. "Now you have done it; I can't stop it from crying, and I am sure the blacksmith will never accept a crying baby. I'll have to go home and get another," and off he ran. "For goodness sake, do not leave this one here!" said Mother Bruin: "no one can sleep with all this noise," and she took the baby and ran after the stork. The baby stopped crying when it felt itself being carried, and the stork took the end of the bundle in his bill. "I'll try It," he said, "but people are so fussy these days they do not want a baby that can cry." "It is asleep," said Mother Bruin, peeking into the bundle; "hurry and leave it before it awakens." Off ran the stork, and Mother Bruin with him. The rabbit and the squir rel ran along also. When they reached the black smith's house the stork tapped on the window and the nurse took the baby. "Well, you are a lucky bird to get that off your hands," said Mother Bruin, "and now that I know it is where it can not disturb us I'll run home, for Bruin will get ahead of me sleeping and wake before I do in the spring." "Have you any more of those ba bies?" asked the squirrel. "I should say that I had." said the stork; "dozens of 'em." "You do not say so," said the squir rel. "Please do not hang any more on the bushes in our woods. It was worse than a thunder storm." Copyright, 191 ft, by the McClurs Newspaper Syndicate. Sew York City. A MESREADING "They who call the new currency bill socialistic misread it altogether. They are like the children in the Sunday school." The speaker was Senator Shafroth. He continued: "The superintendent of a Sunday ischool repeated to the children the text, 'Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt." "Then the superintendent showed a large picture illustrating this text in bright colors. " 'Isn't this picture fine?" he said. 'Here is the mother. Here is the young child. There's Egypt in the distance. Isn't it fine?' "The children, however, looked dis appointed, and finally a little boy piped out: " 'Teacher, where's the flea?' " INMATES OF THE MASONIC HOME FIND RELIEF IN fiKOZ MINERAL Rheumatism, Stomach or Kidney Trouble, Catarrh and Other Ailments Yield to New Remedy Many of the inmates of the Masonic Home at Decoto, Cal., suffer from rheumatism, stomach trouble, eczema, catarrh, kidney trouble and Various other ailments. To relieve their dis tress the management has tried Akoz, the new radio-active medicinal min eral discovered in this State by former State Harbor Commissioner and State Labor Commissioner John D. Macken zie of San Francisco. The results have been most satisfactory. Here is what some of the residents of the home say of Akoz: "I suffered 10- eighteen years from rheumatism and stomach trouble. The rheumatism was principally in my feet and legs and I had to use crutches. The joints were distorted. I had not been able to work for blx years. The Akoz internal treatment has made a decided improvement. I walk fairly well without crutches. The Akoz Com pound relieved the pain almost In stantly. 1 was completely cured of heartburn and bad stomach trouble with gas, etc. A couple of weeks' treatment gave me relief." —Samuel Redmond, marine engineer in the Pa cific Mall service fifteen years. "I suffered for five years from kid ney trouble, rheumatism and enlarged prostate gland. Physicians said I would have to have an operation. The rheumatism was so bad I could Fully Described by Olivette | The little 1 lady in the picture on the right shows you a French idea that some of us will do well to copy. She is wearing a little frock of tango charmeuse with a coat of velvet. The gown has a simple blouse, cut kimono fashion and edged at the V neck with ecru shadow lace. The skirt is draped up at the center front, and from a girdle of Bulgarian ribbon falls a tunic of narrow box plaits edged in a flounce of velvet. The cutaway coat has kimono sleeves edg*d in bands of red fox. The same fur edges the front and the square collar. Gass Gilbert, the well known archi tect, said in New York the other day —Mr. Gilbert was the architect of the Woolworth building, the world's >nost beautiful skyscraper: "Some of our skyscrapers in New York and Chicago are things of beauty. Others, again, are in such atrocious taste that they remind me of the Oil City farmer. "An Oil City farmer struck oil on his farm, and came straight to town and bought his wife a $750 piano. "A week or so later he turned up again to buy a book of college songs. " 'How do you like the piano by now?' the salesman asked him. " 'By erinum," chuckled the farmer, 'ye'd oughter see it now, young fel ler. My old woman painted It yaller to match the chest of drawers.'" not lift my pillow or book without the use of both hands. I could not go down to meals. Akoz gave me great relief. I can now go to my meals and my kidney trouble is relieved."—J. N. Preston, retired architect. "I was tired and run down. I would get up feeling very bad and would not feel like attending to regu lar duties. A friend had Akoz and I went to his room daily and drank the mineral water. In a remarkably short time I felt greatly improved and hava so much faith in Akoz I am going to continue the treatment." —W'flliam M. Whipple, driver at the home. "For forty years I suffered from catarrh. It was very bad for four years. My stomach and head were affected. The medicine Is improving my blood. I am greatly improved. It is the greatest medicine for the blood I have ever used." —Samuel Jeffers, employed eleven years as night watchman at Alameda County Hos pital. Hosts of other sufferers from rheu- I matlsm. stomach trouble, catarrh, cc ' zema. piles, ulcers and other ailments ! have reported equally successful re j suits from using Akoz. Akoz Is sold at all druggists. Phone Sutter 376 or call at 512-614 Mission street for further information regard* ] ing this advertisement.