Life — November 4, 1909 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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(For copies of this 1910 Pom- peian Beauty" Poster Calendar, 3 feet high, lavender and gold, see below.) Astonished Her Here’s a beauty re- ceipt: Take a pinch of Pompeian; rub it on your moistened face and well into the pores. A few more moments of mas- saging—and lo! out comes the cream many shades darker than when applied. You are aston- ished! You never sus- pected that so much deadly dirt could stay in your skin, despite soap and water scrubbing. A glance in your mirror further astonishes you. The old sallow “dead skin” appearance has gone, and in place of that drawn, tired: looking skin is one that has the freshness and smoothness of perfect health and youth. ‘When first I used Pompeian,"? wrote a woman, “Twas as asto: as at my first Turkish bath.” The pore-dirt. that comes out will astonish you as it did Pompeian Massage Cream “* Beautifies by Cleansing’’ Beauty comes from skin health. Pompeian keeps the pores cle: and thus promotes skin health. Re- solve tod y to preserve and promote your beauty. 1910 Poster-Calendar of * Pompeian Beauty " sent to any address for toc in coin or sta nps. The above picture gives but a faint idea of the exyuisite detail of color and costane of “Pompeian Beauty,” really wonderfal in her 3- foot length of lavenier and gold No advertisement on face of calen dar, only the artist's name plate. Order now. Supply limited. Trial Jar of Pompeian Massage Cream for 6c in coin or stamps. Send 16c today for calendar and trial jar. You will be more than pleased. Write to-day for either or both. The Pompeian Mfg. Company 25 Prospect Street, Cleveland, Ohio \e AN ~ TN 5N The Girl in Green (Continued from page 634) a week in a year—maybe we will. I have my doubts. But it will be great fun. He’s going to start us in the chorus.” “What will John say? “He won't know. I'll just tell him I have to go with you —to protect you—don't you see? A young girl like you can’t go alone. arried. A regular chaperon. Oh, it couldn be better.”* The whole matter on this basis was duly explained to John and Monday evening at the appointed time they presented themselves at the stage entrance. Kogel was there and started them off. At the end he whispered to Mrs. Murkle: “Don't get blue. You're the goods. It will take time to whip you into shape. Follow instructions.”* Thereafter they presented themselves in the afternoon— then in the morning and afternoon. The ten dollars a week Mrs. Murkle got enabled her to hire a servant to cook John's meals, She told him she had saved enough to do it. John complained that be didn’t see much of his wife, bu she said that everything must be done for Adele. This was a critical time. John was lonesome for awhile and then took to drifting about town. He watched the open game in pool rooms and occasionally Saturday afternoons went to the races In the evening he also went to the vaudeville. Before “The Turtle Dove’ came on his wife suggested that he go to the opening night.“ He'll never know me,” she said, “ because I’m going to wear a blonde wig.’” She got him a seat in the second row, telling him that Adele was “in” with Kogel. d never been to an opening night before. At his estion he hired a dress suit. “ Adele," she said, “will be in the second act. You'll know her, She's in the group of maidens that strew flowers—a butterfly. She isn’t made up much.”* John looked for Adele—and saw her. But his attention was more attracted by another figure that took a more promi net part—a vivacious, striking, graceful figure, with a certain freshness and a voice that, somehow, recalled old memories At any rate his eyes were riveted on her from the start, and when suddenly he caught her looking down at him from the stage he thought he detected a smile. But no! he must have been mistaken. After a while John looked again. Could it be true? Yes, this lovely, sylph-like creature was actually smiling at him! Just a fleeting, catchy, but unmistakable smile John drew in a long breath and settled back. His chest began to expand. After all he had never worn a dress suit but once or twice in his life. Evidently he made an appear- ance in it. He had always fancied himself good-looking— now he knew it. Later, when they were all home, he managed to take Adele aside. “Who was the girl in green—the one who sang and got the encore?” he asked. Adele blushed—only it didn’t show. “Oh, she’s——"" I really don’t know."* “Say! Meet her, will you? and maybe we'll have her around some night. Don't say anything about it te Dot—she mightn’t like it, She smiled at me, you know.”” Adele laughed outright “T'll see if T ean manage it," she said. As for “ The Turtle Dove,"’ it was a great success.“ Good for three hundred nights‘ "* exclaimed Kogel The next day the papers had kindly mention of Miss Dollie Dangle—Mrs. Murkle’s stage name. They contained nothing about Adele One day onth later—the office manager sent for John “Murkle,”’ he said, “you're not wanted any longer.” “What's the trouble?” “Well, we can’t afford to keep anyone in our employ whe doesn't uttend to business. You used to be all right, but you've been playing the races and you've been seen pretty full. You've been getting down late, and we can’t stand for it—too many good men out of jobs. Here's two weeks’ pay in advance. Sorry."” (Concluded on page 651) comicbooks.com