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Ml' L.r Us Boys /THAT”THERE'S THE NWENELOD* EA6LEEEAK SPR UDEP heTsT V TE SEStEST TWlRLER <N OUR NEl6H80RHOOD ■ HE'S MOLDIN' > ftnT lk = TT roRR HE UJAwTe CipTpPA.1 MALNP 5.IA J SklKUW SHAweR'S 60Q6tf DEPARTMENT* m R ' 5 — : DRMUIW6 © e sr hole CMWl tor y^SiiJdi^. UlHAT KIND OF A CRIME ‘ DO A SLEEP/N6 6oY represent ? - Kimappim* BT (SOSrt AND I KIN PROOE IT TOO ' /IfllM, Sne t&- F RAM pgre walsh PLA/NFIELD — L>. S A WHEN) TOO BATHE TOUR FEET, WHAT IS ThE p,esr th/no td pur IN) TOE WATER? HUSWER To-N)0RR0U/ 50 L0N6 ‘. £ A Bringing Up Father • • • m • • o Copyright, 1913. International News Serrioe. :-: By George McManus ~ - --^=— ' ~ - ' ^ © 1 The Marvelous One Loses Prestige Rctfiftered I'nited ■Atat«*s Palest Offlre ft By Tom McNamara ‘ I RMA wrung her slender hands in despair. Tears were in her violet eyes. dimming their translucent velvet depths with a cloud of anguish Infinitely sad to behold in one so young and obviously innocent. She was but 18 summers, and need 1 say that those few winters had not frost ed her golden hair, so soft and shim mering, and all her own? "Oh, daddy, what shall we do? We've only 75 cents left, and little Dumpele’s burnt a hole in her last apron this morning." Her father made no answer. Poor man. he could not. Only last Sunday he had suddenly become deaf and dumb. To all Intents and purposes he was now a deaf mute. Have 1 said that he had always been blind? The next day, taking the 50 cents and leaving the quarter for the chil dren’s dinner, she went up to New York. Exactly opposite tbe great ter minus where she alighted was the Sclntlllarium, that most famous of New York theaters, where "The Wom an Who Went Right Through" was being played nightly to crowded and delighted audiences. "Is that a thea ter?” Irma asked a policeman, huge and urbane. He replied In the affir mative. Irma crossed the road and entered. "I want to see the mana ger,” she said to the porter guarding ^ its portals. "Have you an appointment, mad am?” "No,” replied lrnju. “but I must see him.” What Could He Do? • The porter, touched in spite of hi* bewilderment, gave in. What else could he do? No man could remain callous to such beauty In distress. He went in search of the manager. Pres ently he tame. back. “Come this way, please, madam.” Irma went that way, and after threading many passages, carpeted in thick velvet pile, was ushered into a room. It contained a man. stout, truculent-looking, and dressed in the | height of fashion. His hard, beady black eyes glittered evilly as they fell on Irma, timid, but pulsatiny with eagerness. Her face bore a look of indelible breeding. “You wished to see me?” he asked “Yes, please,” replied Irma, pant ing with excitement and hope. “I want to be a star.” "Miss Rosalind Vansittart needs a rest. You can take her part to-night. She's the leading star. I’ll give you $2,500 a week. Sit down while 1 dra w up the contract/’ Irma could scarcely believe her ears. Twenty-five hundred dollars a week! Why, that must be about $5,- 000.000 a year. Daddy and children wouldn't starve now. “Please sign this,” said the man- . ager. \ “It’s nothing daddy would mind me sigping if he were able to mind?” asked Irma. She was a good girl and loved her father. No, daddy wouldn’t mind even if he were able to; the manager was quite positive about that. Then he offered to lend his 200- h. p. motor to carry her and the good news back to her family. \ On the way she was to learn her part. She must be sure to be back at the theater by 8 o’clock, for the cur tain was to rise at 9. The manager handed her into his magnificent car himself. He whispered directions to the chauffeur, who responded with a khowing leer. They sped dizzily along the roads, but Irma, Intent on learn ing her part, did not notice the coun try through which they flashed like lightning. Suddenly the car slowed down and the chauffeur turned in through two big iron gates. Presently a large, gloomy house became risible in the dusk now falling. The car drew up in front of it. The- chauffeur got down. "Yer to get out ’ere,” said the chauffeur; ‘‘the Governor thought you might like a cup o’ tea.” “How kind he is,” paid Irma, and got out. The door was opened by an« elderly woman. She had only one eye. ' but you felt that two would only have given her a doubly sinister look. Trapped! Without saying anything she show ed Irma Into a room upstairs and im mediately left her. fhere wan a sound as of a key being turned In the lock. Irma started. She flew to the door. It was locked. Then for the first time she realized that she had been trapped through the machinations of that manager she had thought so 1 kind. Should she burst into tears or try to escape? She decided, brave girl, upon the latter course. Site ran to the win dow. There was a tree growing quite close. By getting on to the sill out side she could easily reach it and clamber down. Not for nothing had she climbed the trees in the vicarage A garden. In less than a minute she was safely to the ground. She twin kled quickly down the drive till she reached the gates. They, too. were locked. Then her heart began to beat with fear. Suppose they caught her and took her back to that dreadful house and that more dreadful old woman. The moment had come to burst into tears, which she accord- / ingly did. Between her sobs site heard the sound of steps. She peered through the harp and was able to dis tinguish in the darkness the tall fig ure of a man. "Please help me " she panted. The man stopped. Just then the moon came out. He saw Irma crouching behind the bars "You look like a monkey in the Zoo —what," he said. Then, "Stand clear " Irma moved to the side. He charged the gates with his massive shoulders and burst them, lock and bars. Irma sped through and threw herself into his arms. Saved! "You have saved my life," she gasped, as she clung to him. Tell me all about It, little one,’* he said, when lie had recovered from his exquisite pain. After her tale eras done he swore with a savage oath to kill the villainous manager with his own hands. But Irma would not be comforted. "I shan't have my $2,500 a week, after all.” she sobbed, "and daddy and the children have only a quarter.” "Will 1 do instead?” asked the mao tenderly "I’m only a poor devil of a duke and not nearly good enough for you. but I’ve got $1,000,000 a year. We'll share the swag equally." Not long after there was a magnifi cent wedding at St. Peter's. I