The Handsome Man
by Margaret Turnbull
Illustrations by -
Irwin Myers
Copyright by Margaret Turnbull,
W. N. U. Service.
THE STORY
Returning to London, practi-
cally penniless, after an unsuc-
cessful business trip, Sir George
SBandison takes dinner with his
widowed stepmother, his old
nurse, “Aggy.” He did not ap-
prove of her marriage to his fa-
ther, but her explanation satis-
fles him, Little is left of the
estate, and Lady Sandison pro-
poses that they go to the United
States to visit her brother, Rob-
ert MacBeth, wealthy contractor.
Sir George agrees. MacBeth
lives on an island estate with
his daughter, Roberta, who longs
for city life. MacBeth is a vic-
tim of arthritis and almost help
less. MacBeth is glad to see his
i sister and asks the two to stay.
Roberta is keeping a date with
Jack Navarro, about whom she
knows little. MacBeth arranges
for his sister to take charge of
the household and George to act
as secretary.
CHAPTER III—Continued
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! “You're a wonder, Aggy,” declared
her brother, looking at the toast. “I've
been offering Sir George the post of
‘secretary, private sécretary, a sort of
{Haison officer between me, in my crip-
pled state here, and my New York
office. I have a secretary there, but
want him at the office. I need a
[man who can go to the city and get
things done for me and at the same
time take a look outside at the various
Jobs, and come here and give me an
lidea as to whether my plans are being
carried out or not.”
Lady Sandison looked at him and
nodded approval. “You have done
well to take Sir George here. Have a
bit of toast, Rob, and let me put jam
en it. It will set you up. And to
think you two have planned it out all
yourselves, without any help!” She
looked at them both admiringly.
Sir George returned the look warily.
He knew his Aggy of old, but her
brother smiled broadly. It was warm-
ing to him to find how much he liked
Aggy again. Despite her handicaps—
poverty, her lack of family—had she
not contrived to marry a baronet!
Robert, MacBeth might think that titles
meant nothing to him, but Aggy’'s title
and Sir George's presence in his house
‘were a source of pride.
“While we're sipping our tea,” said
Lady Sandison, comfortably aware
that Sir George was admiring her,
“you'll maybe be able to tell me, Rob,
(where Sir Geordie will bide, and how
late does your daughter generally stay
cut. when. there’s dinner to get and
none to get it?”
Robert MacBeth looked worried.
“She ought to be home. We quarreled,
of course, this morning, but I hardly
thought she'd leave me alone so long.”
“Something by-ordinar’s detained
her,” declared Aggy. Ever since she
had glimpsed Roberta this morning,
ghe had had her mind made up about
that young lady, but she was not tell-
ing Roberta's father. “Don’t put
yourself out, Rob. She's no run away.
She’ll be home soon.”
“Oh, do you think so, Aggy? You're
a great comfort,” then he turned to
Bir George. “I'd like you to stay here,
Sir George, if it suits you. It will be
best for me, and there's plenty of
room.”
Sir George, looking like an embar-
rassed Apollo, thanked him. He was
thinking rapidly that never had his
luck been greater than now that Aggy
had taken the helm,
! %“Afore your daughter gets back,”
resumed Aggy, watching first one then
the other, but evidently satisfied in
her own mind that they were all get-
iting along nicely, “are we to use our
titles here, or put them by, as you
might say, until we go home again?”
Robert MacBeth looked puzzled. He
had forgotten that Roberta knew noth-
ing about this aunt, except that she
was a poor and obstinate Scotch
woman, who foolishly refused the
money he had offered. How would
she take this new element he was in-
troducing into his home? Would
Roberta see her aunt's real worth or
only her odd ways and clothes and
queer modes of expression?
“If I could only keep it from her,”
muttered Robert MacBeth, “I might
try it as an experiment.”
“I wouldn't,” declared Sir George
quickly. “It's hardly fair. If we're
to be in the house, she should know all
‘about us, I think, sir.”
“It would be a grand lesson to her
if we kept it from her,” declared her
Aunt Aggy.
“Roberta isn’t that kind,” retorted
her father indignantly. “She's not a
snob. She’s just a naughty child.”
Sir George put up his hand for
silence and rose, but before he could
speak the door was flung open.
“Hello, Dad!” Roberta called.
“What's happened? No lights in the
garage. No sign of Willy. No one in
the kitchen. Where are the maids?”
“They went away with Willy, as
soon as your back was turned,” her
father told her. “Didn't you expect it?”
“I did not.” The flippant Roberta’s
eyes rested for just a moment on the
conspicuously handsome young man
‘who happened to be standing near her
father’s chair. She bent over her
father and said in a voice that though
low, reached Sir George: “What's
Phoebus Apollo, or is it Adonis, doing
here?”
@-
Then before her father could pre-
vent her, she turned to Sir George.
“It isn’t, of course, included in the
regular duties of a butler but still in
an emergency—if you would put my
car in the garage for me—"
Lady Sandison took a quick step
forward, but Sir George was before her.
“Delighted to be of use,” he said,
and crossed the room toward the door.
“Glad you take pleasure in your
work,” Roberta called in low velvety
voice that played havoc with most
men, halting him as he reached the
door. “In this place you will find it
includes a little of everything, out-
doors and indoors, but we pay well,
Have you arranged the terms, Father?”
“My dear,” said Robert MacBeth
quietly, wondering what effect this
“Did You Bring the Braw Lad Over
to Marry American Dollars, Aunty?”
would have on the girl, “this gentle-
man is my private secretary and his
salary will hardly interest you.”
“Private secretary!” repeated Rob-
erta, the blood mounting to her cheeks.
She looked at the receding back of the
man whom she had so cavalierly set
to work. “Well, I can apologize later,
if necessary.”
She looked from the tray to Lady
Sandison. “Is that the best you
can do?”
Quickly Robert MacBeth spoke, with
an appealing look at Aggy.
“This is my sister, your Aunt Aggy,
and she has kindly consented to help
us out. Since you so strongly object
to the difficulties of housekeeping, I've
installed her as housekeeper.”
“Aunt—Aunt Aggy!” Roberta, who
had been free all her life from the
encumbrance of relatives, stared at
this aunt who had come from across
the seas unbidden, unannounced,
“How do you do, my dear?’ said
Lady Sandison, and she stepped
forward.
Roberta drew back a little, her eyes
sparkling angrily. She gave her fa-
ther, who had outwitted her in the
first move of their difficult game, a
quick glance before she could control
her voice sufficiently to say, pleasantly:
“How do you do, Aunt? This is a
great surprise.”
“To me, too,” Robert MacReth said
smoothly watching his daughter, “and
a very welcome surprise to both of us,
Aggy.”
“We'll talk about that later,” de-
clared his sister, regarding her niece
with great friendliness. “If you'll
step into the kitchen with me, my
dear, we'll maybe can get some kind
of meal together, and tomorrow there'll
be a cook and maids here. Your
father said you expected them to-
morrow.”
“I—I'd rather help the secretary
find his way about the garage,” said
Roberta airily, and turned to go.
The plump capable hand of Lady
Sandison fell lightly, but compellingly
on her niece’s shoulder. “No need.
Sir George can always find his way
about.”
“Sir George! Sir George—who?”
“Sir George Alan Edward Sandison,”
said her aunt smoothly, as she blocked
her niece's way of escape, and gently
steered her kitchenward. “Is it not
wonderful that your father should
draw into his service such a grand
young man?”
Roberta looked at her warily.
“What's your last name?’ she asked.
“Sandison.”
“He doesn’t look a bit
Aunt—Aunt Aggy.”
like you,
“Indeed, no! How could he? I'm
only his stepmother. He's the living
image of my late husband, Sir Stephen |
Sandison of Sandisbrae.” The title |
lost nothing from Lady Sandison's an-
nouncement.
Her niece stood spellbound in the
doorway looking at her. This dumpy
little woman, whom she had thought
must be cook-housekeeper, who was
indeed the housekeeper now by her
father’s authority, what did she mean
by reeling off titles like that? “Who
are you?”
“Your father’s sister,” said Aggy
with quiet composure, “and also Lady
Sandison.”
Roberta looked from her aunt to her
father. Her father nodded. Without
a word Roberta took the tray and
went out of the room.
“I've taken the first trick,” declared
Robert MacBeth, sinking back among
the pillows.
Aggy looked at him, closed her lips,
nodded, and went towards the kitchen,
As the door between the kitchen
and the hall closed, Roberta turned
questioningly to her aunt. Lady
Sandison smiled at her,
“Rob’s my brother and your father
so we'll no quarrel, but we'll not be
tyrannized over neither.”
“Let's get this straight,” Roberta
said. “Aré you on my side or father’s?”
“Both, and if you'll follow my ad-
vice you'll give in to him. Humor
him and he’s yours, and surely Rob's
very easy to humor. You made a mis-
take in managing him today. You told
him what you were going to do before
you did it.”
Roberta turned on her angrily. She
was not to be so easily managed. “If
you take my place here, you take my
place without any aid of mine.”
Her aunt surveyed her calmly.
war is it?”
Roberta nodded.
“Well the sooner that’s understood
the better. We'll just get the supper.
Show me where the potatoes are,
Roberta, and keep a civil tongue in
your head. You're playing right into
Rob’s hands and mine.”
Roberta considered herself a match
for any woman. She fired her first
shot,
“Did you bring the braw lad over to
marry American dollars, Aunty?’ She
asked it in her most honeyed tone.
“And did you have me in your mind
at the time?”
Slowly her aunt counted potatoes
and began to wash them at the sink.
“I thought I was taking a risk
bringing my bonnie lad over here, but
I said to myself, at least Roberta
would have her head screwed on, and
would know enough to stand aside and
give him his chance at some fine, rich
girl. I gave you credit for the wit to
see that though American dollars
might be handy for Sandisbrae, al-
most any other girl would have a bet-
ter chance than the daughter of Rob
MacBeth. Your father was a joiner
and builder on the estate, and his
father before him.”
Roberta looked at her speechless, so
angry that she dared not open her
mouth.
“Aye, the money might better come
from pills or pork or groceries. The
gentry would swallow it and a stranger
in Sandisbrae easier than they would
Rob's daughter.”
“Leave me out of
flamed. “Don’t you
moment, Ji"
“So far from it,” her aunt declared
vigorously, “that I'm just fair upset to
see that you share the fatal weakness
of the MacBeth family.”
“What's that?’ snapped Roberta,
noting with surprise the professional
manner in which Lady Sandison pared
the potatoes.
“They're jist slaves to beauty, the
whole clanjamfray of them,” declared
her aunt solemnly, “and you're as bad
as the rest. Watch what you're doing,
lass! You're haggling that loaf
something awful.”
“This .isn't Scotland where there's
hard scrabbling to get bread—and a
man,” Roberta told her with scorn.
“Why there are heaps of good-looking
men over here. Your Little Beauty
isn’t in danger.”
“So you say,” said her aunt. “Time
will tell. It’s as well, Roberta, not to
boast until you've tried out your
strength.”
“Fudge! I'm not reduced to poor
Scots my father has to find jobs for.”
She disregarded the sudden warning
look her aunt gave her, and continued,
emphasizing her point with the bread
knife. “He's good-looking enough to
make some girls lose their heads but
I'm my father’s daughter to this ex-
tent that the man who tries to make
an impression on me will have to have
something more than an angel face,
“It's
it,”
think
Roberta
for a
big eyes, pretty hair and stand six
feet—"
“Six feet three!” From the door-
way Sir George gravely corrected her.
“Your senfiments are mine, Miss
MacBeth. Let's stick to them.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
CES CEOS
Mementoes of Famous
Scotchman in Museum
James Watt, the famous mechan-
ician, inventor and civil engigeer, was
born at Greenock, Scotland, in 1736,
and died in Birmingham, England in
1819. It is not generally known that
the contents of his garret workshop
are in the Science museum at South
Kensington. The garret was used by
Watt in his house in Birmingham,
and was shut up for thirty years aft-
er his death. Various descriptions of
the opening of the garret, in 1853, are
given in a pamphlet issued by the
museum. Samuel Smiles, who was
one of the party, recorded that “The
ashes of the last fire were in the
grate, the last bit of coal was in the
scuttle. . . . Many objects lay
about or in the drawers, indicating
the pursuits which had been inter-
rupted by death. . ., ..On the
shelves are minerals and chemicals
in pots and jars, on which the dust
of nearly half a century has settled.
The moist substances have long since
dried up, the putty has been turned
to stone and the paste to dust. On
the shelf we came across a dish in
which lies a bunch of withered grapes.”
Unable to Use Trunks
Baby elephants are unable to use
their trunks in feeding themselves
and require considerable time before
learning to use them as their parents
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Small H it and Berets Poon
: Lavish Use of Lace New Trend
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I THE fabric hat,
design and fabric.
In the little softly draped turbans and berets .
so often made of the self-same material of the .
frock, coat or blouse with which it ‘is to be
worn, unlimited opportunity is given to the
designer to create
headwear which
shall not only sound a harmonious
note in the costume ensemble, but it
will be made to accomplish that which
is even more to be coveted—tune to
the type of the individual in matter
of “lines” and detail.
The hats pictured make individual-
ity their feature. They are just such
types, being snug-fitting, as cuddle
down into luxuriously furred coats
with becoming grace.
Admirably tuned to the black-and-
white costume, which is so widely ex-
ploited this winter, is the extremely
smart wrapped turban .shown cen-
tered to the right in this picture. This
model which interworks black velvet
with white velvet was worn with a
black velvet suit, the blouse being of
white satin.
To the left-center in the group Prin-
cess Rospigliosi, one of the titled
women who have come to this country
to create models which are suited to
the temperamental needs of the
American woman, is shown wearing a
velvet beret designed and executed in
her own studio, from her own original
sketch. A tiny velvet bow is its only
decoration.
The first model at the top is a two-
tone velvet beret and scarf, in brown
and oeige, hand-embroidered with
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women so covet for their most becom-
small dots—smart for debutante or
college girl to be worn with tweeds.
Another interesting turban type is
pictured to the right. This is of
brown velvet and is molded to the
head in almost sculptural lines, con-
trasted by the one-side drape which
departs from the conventional.
The shirred turban is in keeping
with the romantic fashions which have
found their way into the modern pic-
ture. This model of black velvet is
Juliet eap. A natural-
comes softly over the
the contour of the hair-
known as the
colored ostric
face, following
line.
Frocks of Lovely Lace.
One of the significant fashion
trends of the times is the contin-
ued lavish use of lace both for day-
time and for evening modes. That
costume designers are yielding so
wholeheartedly to the persuasion of
lovely lace is only another link in
more than any other,
there is every opportunity to achieve indi-
viduality. For this very reason, if for no other,
the hat fashioned of cleverly manipulated ma-
terial is a genera) favorite this season. Then,
too, the call of the mode is for the ensemble
costume, and the reaction of this is that more
women are. calling upon their” milliners to
create. for them headwear “to match” or at
least to show some relation in matter of color,
gone alluringly feminine this season.
with lace as their central theme.
summate art are releasing it via ap-
cretion in
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the chain of evidence that styles have
From the beginning of fashion his-
tory, the most romantic chapters,
those which have portrayed woman
at her loveliest, have been written
And
so designers are recapturing all the
enchantment of lace, and with con-
parel so beguiling as to cause the
whole style world to yield to its lure.
The fact that designers have come
to the conclusion that by using dis-
its handling lace can be
brought into the daytime picture with
as assured good taste as into the eve-
ning scene of utmost formality, great-
ly increases its vogue. In selecting a
dress for afternoon wear, one that car-
ries just the right degree of formality,
a frock that makes you look your
prettiest and most alluringly feminine,
there's no wiser choice than lace.
Naturally. black is always first in
mind, and if it is made up as seduc-
tively as the charming frock pictured,
it is sure to prove flattering. This
effective model plays up the smart-
ness of simplicity when achieved
through subtle styling. It has that
airy, fairy, filmy way about it which
ing frocks. The short sleeves answer
to the call of semiformal modes such
as tune in so successfully not only
to afternoon affairs, but stand ever
ready to solve the “what-to-wear”
problem during the after-five-o'clock
dine-and-dance events.
lace fashions which
are on the formal evening program
baffle description. Not only are their
colorings most delectable but they are
adorablly styled always with the
thought in mind to accent all of ro-
mance and the picturesque that fancy
suggests. Designers, in creating the
ultra-formal gown of lace, are espe-
cially featuring unique and fascinating
necklines. Flowing draperios, cgpes of
exquisite grace which veil the shoul-
ders, and very low-cut decolletage play
an artful role in lace styling.
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SPARES OCCUPANTS
Interior Wrecked; Women and
Canary Unhurt.
Mays Landing, N. J.—A single bolt
of lightning, playing freakishly about
the home of Mrs. Minnie Wielandt of
Richland, near here, at 1 a. m,
wrecked the interior of the house in a
few seconds, leaving more than $2,000
damage in its wake, but hurting
no one.
The bolt struck the roof with a
great roar, awakening Mrs. Wielandt
and her three grown daughters, Min-
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asleep on the second floor. A wall of
one of the bedrooms of the five-room
bungalow was ignited, but this fire
was soon put out.
A survey of the house revealed many
strange sights. Two lightning reds on
the house showed no sign of having
received the powerful electric charge.
The south wall of the house was
moved about an inch on the founda-
tion. dalf a dozen windows were
smashed and clapboards were torn
from the walls. Window boxes were
thrown to the ground.
A radio was reduced to kindling
wood after being thrown halfway
across the living room. A metal bird
cage was unfastened from its brass
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| and unharmed inside.
Helen's wrist watch, on a bureau
three feet from her bed,
at 1 a. m, and the works ruined. The
glass doors of a china closet were
smashed and chinaware broken and
strewn about the dining room, Chairs
in the kitchen were upset.
A pipeles heater in the cellar was
damaged and the motor of an electric
pump was burned out. Across the
lawn about the house the lightning
ripped a furrow a yard wide and
thirty feet long.
Guard Goes for Coffee;
Bandits Get the Roll
Chicago.—It wasn’t that Christ
Zacharias had a hard job.
In fact, all he had to do was sit
in the back room of a grocery store
at 300 East Twenty-fourth street and
shoot bandits.
Daniel Damis, who owns the gro-
cery, had hired Zacharias because he
(Mr. Damis) had just gotten sick and
tired of being robbed.
He had been robbed twice since
Monday, and six times since the first
of the year.
So he decided to rebel against the
holdup trust. Zacharias thought rath-
er highly of his job, after he got it a
few days ago, but one morning about
8:30 he decided to go out for coffee.
He went out.
In walked two negro bandits. They
produced guns. Mr. Damis thought
of Zacharias, and used picturesque
language in a low tone as the bandits
relieved him of $50.
Then Zacharias appeared at the
door.
Mr. Damis looked hopeful,
did not know that Zach's gun was in
the rear room.
Zacharias did know this, however,
so he turned and started for Clovis,
N. M,, at a record-breaking pace. The
bandits departed in a more leisurely
fashion.
New York Man Slays Son,
Mistaking Him for Deer
Paul Smiths, N. Y.—Mistaking his
son, Thomas P. Ford, fifteen years
old, for a deer, P." J. Fork, Albany
automobile dealer, shot and killed the
youth while hunting in the Adiron-
dacks 15 miles from here,
According to state troopers, the el
der Ford had instructed his son to
watch a deer runway. The boy, how-
ever, shifted his position and sat on a
log. His father, unaware of this, no-
ticed a movement near the log and
fired. The bullet struck the youth
in the back and killed him instantly.
Writing Wife’s Address
Fatigues This Husband
East Chicago, Ind.—John Simakin
sent his wife money to pay her fare
to America, but she refused to make
the trip, he complained in a divorce
suit.
“Twice each month for 17 years [
sent her money. Now I'm tired of
writing her address,” he said.
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Steals for Exercise
Paris.—A Parisian thief entered a
bakery, seized a handru! of rolls, ran |
away, and was chased snd caught by
the proprietor of the stose.
On being summoned before a mag-
istrate, he admitted the theft, but put
forward a novel defense, “1 do it for
exercise. I am a sprinter.”
was stopped |
but he |
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Death Answered His Wish
“I would rather have died myself
than to have lost my good friend,”
said Jacob Michaels, seventy-two,
tending the funeral of Judge David
Lourie, New York city. Before the
service was over, Michaels’ son,
Henry, sitting with him, saw his fa-
ther lurch forward suddenly. Death
was instantaneous. Michaels had
been an interpreter in Judge Lourie’s
court, a place he had held 30 years.
He was driven from Russia as a boy
and was a self-made man, learning to
speak five languages fluently.
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