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Little Bobbie’s
Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
HUSBAND, sed Ma to Pa wen lie
calm hoam last nite, I want you
to be prepared to meet one (1)
of the nises.t ladies that ewer I had
the pleshur of inviting to my house. It
wud do yure hart good, sed Ma, to jest
lissen to her nice way of speaking. Sha
is one of that noabel band of wimmenj
sed Ma, that is bound to shake off the
shackles of in-dividual ty-ranny of
man, & rise to the hites to wich all
wimmen is entitled, sed Ma.
You doant say -<> muchy-muchy, sed
Pa. What is the naim of this modern
•Tones of Arks, sed Pa. Owing to the
recent shake-up in the police depart
ent, Pa sed, I hate to be a gambler, but
1 wud like to lay five to one that she is
a suffrey-get. Surely, wife, sed Pa. you
doant mean to tell me that you wud ask
me to help entertain one of them wini
men voters? I a afratle that i might
git a 1 'ok at her during the fish course
& choke on a fish bone. Pa sed.
Choke? sed Ma.
Ye.-, sed Pa —choke, willingly anc
gladly. Thare is few worse fates it.
this world than choking on a fish bon
or a wish bon". sed Pa. but I wud glad
ly chose eether of those deadly ends
than to sit & chat through a dinner
with a suffry-gct.
1 newer met but one suffry-get. sed
Ma This gttrl is one of the finest la
dles that I ever had the pleshur of in
viting to my hour.. You have these
earnest young ladies wrong, husband,
sed Ma. They beleev. in standing for
a principal all the way. i am sure you
will luv this suffry-get I You are one
of Nature’s noabelmen. sed Ma. As
sure as the rain falls to the earth you
will fall for the principals that this gm 1
ex-pounds.
Jest then Ma’s fiend eaim in. 1
dident think that Pa wa- going to like
her until 1 saw how butiful she was.
Iler hair was kind of golden sunshine
like, (?• her cheeks was like the red, red
rose. Hrr lips wasent vary pale, eether.
& sh? had on a red dress.
My dear Miss Jones, sed Ma, 1 want
you to m'cet my husband.
Pa was awful nice .<• gallant, tie
looked at Ma's Frend & you can bet
yure life she wa#as piitty as a peach.
Won't you cum oaver here sit by
this open window? sed Pa. If you sit
on this sofa whare the breeze cums in
from forty-ninth St. you will notis
that the breeze is blowing the curtains
all oaver the room, Pa sed. It was in
such a hower as this that all them
ancient Greek gods made love to their
Greek goddesses, out in the moonlight,
out among the shades, sed Pa.
I doan't think you look much like a
G eek god. sed Ma's frend.
I sed that I doant think you look like
a Greek god, sed Ma’s frend. Men in
them clays all looked like statues, sed
Mix's frend. Now thay are all fat. Eat
peepul shuddent vote, she toald Pa.
Well, sed Pa. maybe you are rile. I
Suppoas you are like the rest of the
suffry-gets, working for the grate &
lonely Theodore. But let me tell you
sumthing. Pa sed. I am for Big till
Taft, & this is my Motto: Nobody loves
a fat man, but lots of folks are ready
to vote for one.
That shows how much poor Pa
knows about poly-ticks.
A YELLER.
Neighbor- "The baby suffers from
sleeple-sness, does it?"
Mr. Jeroloman (haggard and hollow
eyed)—"l didn't say it suffered. It
iw-mi enjoy it. I'm the one that
suffers.”
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The same Betty—that you’ve been seeing up and down “fift’ av’nyuh” and in the smart tea-rooms-—-you’re perfectly likely to run across perched on a pas
ture fence with her arms full of “roastin’ ears,’’ a sun-bonnet on the back of her head, her hair brushed away from her forehead to show you the
FOREHEAD you nevtfr dreamed she had. a pink gingham gown spread fan-wise,on the grey fence, and a little porker with a wistful smile
and a pleading voice below her. For sometimes such maids are very sensible in the vacations they take.
| “THE GATES OF. SILENCE” * By META SIMMINS * AUTHOR OF “HUSHED UP”
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Then the merest chance—or was it not.
rather, retributive fate, working by sim
ple means?—some papers he had found
among his dead daughter s possessions,
relics of the days when, in the heyday
of her beauty, before the fatal seizure,
she had acted as Paul Saxe’s decoy in the
big Beauty Parlor he had run In the Hue
de la Paix—had put him on the scent of
what the Beauty Parlor had really cov
ered, and the details of a dead and gone
scandal had given him the first hint of
the part Saxe had played In hounding
the young Princess Karazoff to the des
perate remedy of taking her own lite.
The Prince- a tall, spare man, who
looked about fifty—received him In his li- <
brary, a large and very plainly furnished i
room in which there were more books
than Jex had ever seen in his life. He ’
had experienced no nervousness during
his wait, but now he was conscious of a i
sensation far from ease as he met the
Russian’s eyes, which were very blue and j
very clear, and curiously suggestive of a 1
frosty night. <
"You have stated that you have infer- |
mation of a valuable kind, connected with ]
a subject in which I am interested, to ,
give me," the Prince said, referring to ]
papers on the table before him. "You ]
mean that you have information to sell, I
suppose?” 1
He spoke English correctly, but with a ,
certain difficulty and harshness, and
there was a contempt in his intonation .
that Jex disliked exceedingly.
"Your supposition is incorrect," he re
torted, militantly. “My motive in offer
ing this information to you is purely
altruistic. A transgressor, highly placed
and powerful, requires a chastiser more
powerful, more highly placed—”
The Prince made an Impatient sound
and an almost dismissing gesture of his
hand. But Jex was not intimidated; he
continued imperturbably.
Jex's Story.
"Your Highness has heard a beginning
like this before; it wearies him, doubt
less. If he will have patience he will ese
how differently this story ends. This wolf
In sheep’s clothing against,, whom I claim
your aid, this financier In city circles -a
very contemptible person, no doubt; yet
this Mr. Paul Saxe has injured you,
wronged you mbst foully, robbed you of
honor, of happiness, of your very place in !
rhe world—”
Jex's soft voice, with its almost wom
anish note of delicacy, had growm impas
sioned. The Russian, leaning forward, his }
elbows on the table, glanced up with cold ;
eyes.
‘Let us get to the point—if there is I
one to your story,” he said.
"A very subtle point." Jex rose and ■
leaned across—so suddenly that the Rus
sian drew back sharply—and spoke a few
sentences in a low’ voice. As he spoke ;
the Russian’s face paled and contracted,
then grew set like a mask of hate.
"Your proof?” he demanded, in ve
hement voice. "Your proof?”
Samuel Jex reached for the hat he had
let slip to the floor, His throat was a
little dry- the story he had been telling
was a long one; he had a strange feel
ing, as of a man who had been living for
uncounted time another life, very alien
from his own. The eyes of the prince,
fixed intently on his own, were no longer
the eyes of a stranger; there was some
thing fiercely intimate in their gaze. Out
wardly the Russian was composed, but
his thin brown hands trembled.
"I shall telephone to your police. That 1
is. I suppose, what you wish me to do?" i
he said, and there was a gleam like sun- I
light on ice in his frosty eyes. "You sa\ '
he knows nothing -suspects nothing?'
"Absolutely nothing," Jex answered
"My son-in-law imagined all proofs had
been destroyed--that nothing remained t<»
connect him with the old identity of the
Rue de la Palx; he did not understand
that a woman rarely destroys incriminat
ing papers ’
"Ana are there other witnesses—other I
victims to this vast scheme of black
mail?"
"Numbers of people -men and women. 1
since women were not his sole victims
For the three rears of his life in Paris
he traded under the name of Deschanel •
Blackmailing wa« Paul Saxe’s profession
He was inordinately successful and made
enormous sums the rich of three coun
tries streamed incessantly through th<
doors of the Beauty Parlor, and their se- j
crets were open books to the spies he had
gathered about him. I can put the police
in possession of a boxful of his letters.
The princess was not the only—”
Jex paused suddenly, silenced by the
terrible look on the Russian’s face.
It was one thing, apparently, to tell a
story, another to comment on it, Jex
thought. The intimacy which had been
established between this man and him
self while he told of the Beauty Parlor
in Paris was gone. The man who had
listened to the story of how Paul Saxe,
the unscrupulous man of ideas, using the
bait of his wife’s beauty, her wonderful
hair and perfect complexion, had opened
this big Beauty Parlor in Paris, and, by
the aid of quacks and nostrums, the
masseuse, the sand-diviner and the palm
ist, the maker of cosmetics, the corsetiere
and the wig-maker, and the minor hosts
who prey on the weaknesses of vain w’om
en, had contrived a plan by which he
could rook his pigeons in two ways—first,
by the ostensible objects for which the
Beauty Parlor existed, and, secondly, by
trading on the indiscretions, the sins, and
the lesser follies of the people who fre
quented it--was gone, and in his place
was His Highness Prince Sergius Kara
zoff, a very different man.
For the Beauty Parlor had caused a
furor in Paris. For a time It had had
the vogue of a smart club, and the modish
women of the tw’o worlds of Paris had
used it as a meeting place for their ac
quaintances and for their lovers and its
astute proprietor had not been slow to
avail himself of the opportunities thus
afforded him of becoming possessed of the
undesirable secrets of many wealthy and
Vacation Days
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mountain and lake resorts in the North and West are
attractive. The clear invigorating air will do much to
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of the principal resorts:
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foolish women. It was with one of these
women that Samuel Jex’s story had been
concerned —the charmingly pretty, foolish
and idle girl Prince Karazoff had married
and left to her own devices.
A terrible story. She had been so easy
a victim to Saxe's ingenious perversion
of what, at the worst, was only an in
discreet flirtation with a compatriot; but
he had contrived to throw such a glamour
of evil and suspicion about it that the
young wife, terrified of her severe and
elderly husband, had, for so long as her
resources permitted, paid the exorbitant
sums of hush money the man demanded,
and, when they failed, had taken her own
life rather than face the exposure he
threatened.
The suicide of the Princess Karazoff
and a host of other loss startling scandaN
had brought Deschanel, as Saxe called
himself, and his Beauty Parlor into un
enviable notoriety. He had closed the
place and decamped before inquiry could
be made, and for years since the prlnre
fiad been seeking to unravel the secret
motive of that tragedy. Now, at Jex’s
words, everything stood revealed. Paul
Saxe, the financier, the big power In Lon
don city* circles, and Eugene Deschanel,
the suave proprietor of the Beauty Par
lor, were one. The man whom English
match-making mothers quarreled over in
their eagerness to honor was the man who
had made his fortune by a stupendous
scheme of blackmail that had ruined the
happiness of numberless women'
The silence in the great room was
broken by the sharp fall of coal from the
grate to the hearth. With an effort the
prince roused himself from the reverb
• into which he had fallen, and lifted the
i receiver of the telephone that stood on
i the table beside him.
"To telephone to your police that is
the first thing to do.” he said to Jex.
And as Jex listened, he smiled. His
head reeled; the intoxication of gratified
revenge mounted to his senses like wine
Jex Makes a Mistake.
At the Toby Jug Paul Saxe had speed
ily wearied of the companionship of the
gray cat. He had treated it«e overtures
at first with a species of friendly con
tempt; then he had attempted famillari
-1 ties that had resulted in an angry red
, weal down one of Mr. Saxe’s slim brown
hands, and he had retorted with a kick
• that would, if it had reached its mark,
have very seriously disabled the com-
‘ placent Leah. As it was, she had re-
• treated with discretion, and on the top
of a big and exceedingly dusty walnut
» bureau was engaged in mysteries of the
■ toilet that did not, however, deter her
from keeping vigilant and lambent gaze
on him. It was that gaze, perhaps, as
l much as anything else that drove Saxe
; out into the shop, where he spent a little
. time in ransacking the stock in a listless
sort of way.
He felt an odd reluctance to go away
without seeing Jex.* There was something
. so queer in that peremptory command for
his presence -in this empty and unguard
ed shop where he had been received by
1 the supercilious rat.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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Daysey Mayme
and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
A THWARTED AMBITION.
Mrs. lysander john apple
ton recently had her picture
taken in her kitchen dress.
It looked so much like her that her
husband was pleased. He felt that he
really knew the original. He has been
in doubt of his acquaintance on pre
vious occasions when she had her pic
ture taken in hanpier cloth«a
His satisfaction put a new ambition
into Mrs. Appleton’s head.
She appeared at a newspaper office a
few weeks later with a large photo
graph of herself, the like of which was
never seen in a newspaper office be
fore.
On her head she wore a dusting cap.
Tucked under one arm she carried a
broom, and a scrubbing brush, and a
duster lay like the flowers a girl grad
uate receives—at her feet.
Both hands were engaged in mixing
dough, and there was a smudge of flour
on her nose.
Under the picture she had written:
"Mrs. Lysander John Appleton En
gaged tn the Noble Work of Helping
Her Husband.”
The picture was refused.
"I don't see why,” she sniffed in an
ger "Newspapers all over the country
published pictures of Mrs. Charles
Morse at her desk helping her hus
band.
"Ain't I helping my husband as much
as if I sat at a desk?”
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"Father,” said an inquiring youth,
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spoiled?”
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henceforth a failure, but for political
purposes) it has its uses.”
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