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1 • A Powerful Story of • • Adventure, Intrigue and Lore • THE LAW Mary Turner, young, beautiful and a shop girl, is arrested for a theft she never committed. She's convicted and “sent away” for three years. This is how it happened: Copyright, 1?].?. by the H. K. Fly (, om* pany. The play “Within the Law" In ’•op.vrlghted by Mr Veiller and tbl* noveli-zatlon <>f it is published by hi» permission. The American Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex clusive rights of the representation and performance of “Within the IjHW” in all languages. CHAPTER I. The Panel of Light. 1 ~aHE lids of the girl’s eyes lifted slowly, and she stared at the panel of light in the wall. Just t the outset, the act of seeing made iot the least impression on her numb 'd brain. For a long time she con tinued to regard the dim illumina tion In the wall with the same passive fixity of gaze. Apathy still lay upon her crushed spirit. In a vague way • T realized her own inertness and ested in it gratefully, subtly fearful • st she again arouse to the full hor ror of her plight. In a curious stib- '‘onscious fashion she was striving to hold on to this deadness of sensation, thus to win a little respite from the torture that had exhausted her soul. (»f a sudden her eyes noted the black lines that lay arrows the panel of light. And in that instant her spirit was quickened once again. The clouds lifted from her brain. Viol an as Clear now. Understanding seized the full import of this hideous thing on which she looked. * * • For the l ine! of light was a window set high ’ ; thin a stone wall. The rigid lines of black that crossed were bars prison bars. It was still true, then. She was in a cell of the Tombs. The girl, crouching miserably on the narrow bed. maintained her fixed •catching of the window—that win dow which was a symbol of her utter despair. Again agony wrenched within her. She did not weep; long • go she hud exhausted the relief of tears. She did not pace to and fro n the comfort of physical movement with which the caged beast finds a mocking imitation of liberty; long ago Per physical vigors had been drained under stress of anguish. Now she was well-nigh incapable of any bodily activity. There came not even so much as the feeblest moan from her lips. The torment was far too rack ing for such futile fashion of lamen tation. She merely sat there in a posture of collapse. To all outward seeming, nerveless, emotionless, an abject creature, liven the eyes, which held so fixedly their gaze on the win dow. w< r• quite expressionless. Over tiicm lay a film like that which veils the eyes of some dead thing. Only an occasional languid motion of the lids revealed the life that remained. Injustice of Her .Pate. So .Mini the body. Within the soul, raged uncontrolled. For all the f ury desrdat' tragedy with f vnemci: bra nee anew b become of outer seeming, the of her late was being acted ightful vividness there In In that dreadful remem- her spirit was rent asunder realization of that which had her portion. * • * It was then, hs once again the horrible in justice of her fate racked conscious ness with its tortures, that the seed* of revolt were Implanted In her heart. The thought of revenge gave to her the first meager gleam of comfort that had lightened her moods through many miserable days and nights. Those seeds of revolt were to be nour ished well, were to grow into their flower—a poison flower, developed through tin* three years of convict life to which the Judge had sentenced her. The girl was appalled bv the mer- cllessneas of h destiny that had so outraged right. Him was wholly In nocent of having done any wrong. Hhe had struggled through years of privation to keep herself clean and wholesome, worthy of those gentle folk from whom she drew her blood. And earnest effort had ended at last under an overwhelming accusation— false, yet none the less fatal to ,her. This a ecu sat ion, after soul-wearying delays, had culminated to-day in con viction The sentence of the court bad been imposed upon her; that for three years rhe should be impris oned * • • This, despite tier Inno cence She had endured much—mis erably much!—for honesty’s sake. There wrought the Irony of fate. She had endured bravely for honesty’s sake. And the end of It all waf shame unutterable. There was naught left her save a wild dream of re venge against the world that had martyrized her. “Vengeance is mine. 1 will repay, salth the Lord.” * * * The admonition could not touch her now. Why should fr'he care for the decree of a God who had abandoned her? When Her Father Died. There had been nothing in the life of Mary Turner, befopre the catas trophe came, to distinguish it from many another Its most significant details were of a sordid kind, familiar to poverty Her father had been an. unsuccessful man. as success is esti mated by this generation of Mam mon worshipers. Ho was a gentle man. but the trivial fact is of small avail to-day. He was of good birth, and ho was the possessor of an in herited competence. He had. as well. Intelligence, but it was not of a finan cial sort. So. littre by little, Ills fortune be came shrunken toward nothingness by reason of injudicious Investments. I-Ic married a charming woman who. after n brief period of wedded hap piness. gave her life to the birth of the “ingle child of the union, Mary. Afterward, in his distress over his loss, Ray Turner seemed even more incompetent for the management of business affairs. As the years passed the daughter grew toward maturity in an experience of ever-increasing penury. Nevertheless, there was no actual want of the necessaries of life, though always a woful lack of its elegancies. The girl was In th’ high school when her father finally gave over his rather feeble effort of living. Between parent and child the intimacy had been unusually close At his death the father left her a The World’s Lost Secrets ARTS AND CRAFTS THAT HAVE VANISHED. N UMEROUS are the trade secrets handed down generation after generation from father to son. and vast is the capital mude out of >ome of thorn in the commercial world of to-day. Particularly, perhaps is this the case among the numerous manufac ture].. of piquant sauces ami the countless venders of patent medi cines. Put there is also, it must be re membered, another side to the case. Many, alas! are the prleeless trade 1 secrets hurled far down below the utoldcrtng dust of the misty past, and tost to tiie world, perehance never again to be recovered. To cite the ttrst example that oc curs to tlte mind of the writer, for in stance. what would an artist of the present day Rive to lie possessed of the secret held by the old masters Raphael. Rubens, t'orregio, Van Dyek. mid their compeers -for mixing; their colors so as to render them Imperish able and impervious to tlte ravages of time 7 Tiie rod colors, especially, of these artists of it by-Rone epoch are every x\ hit as bright now as they were three long: centuries agio. On the con trary. tite colors of pictures painted only a hundred years ago have loat their lustct and cm faded and de cayed to a deplorable extent. A Violin Varnish. Again, in the world of music, ihc manufacturers of violins old mas ters, as one may justifiably term them, in another branch of art -treasured a recipe for a varnish that sank into the wood of their incomparable instru ments. and mellowed It as well as preserved it. \\ ith such extreme, relentless jeal ousy. however, did they guard their jrreat secret that it. too. is lost, to all appearance, irretrievably. Rather more than a hundred years ago there lived in a quaint, old-world village in Wales a working black smith who bad managed by some means or other to bring the welding of steel to such a pitch of perfection tha; the joint was absolutely Invisible. - id the temper of the steel as fine as lie day it left the tester’s hands. R’ - process he was able to join the v(■!•’ finest of sword blades, and after 1 4 finished with them they were abso’utely a~ good and as sound as when they had left the factory. The blacksmith’s fame spread far and wide, and, naturally, he attained a great reputation; but he made a point of Invariably working in soli tude. He was offered large and tempting sums to divulge Ills secret; but kept it obstinately to himself, and when his spun of life had run its course he took It with him to anothei world. Greek Fire. The ancient Greeks bad a substance which we call Greek tire, and which they used in naval warfare. Their method of employing it was simply this—to throw the substance upon the surface of the water, where it flamed tip and set fire to the ships of the enemy. What wai it? The only known substance of the present day that would do this is the metal potassium, but to set fire to n ship in the manner described would ne cessitate the use of at least half a, ion of the metal. Where did the ( Greeks obtain the substance they, used wi h such effect? Or how did’ they make it? If Greek fire was. potassium, the secret of the process/ is another that must be numbered with the lost. Yet another perennial and ever green conundrum. What were the Pyramids of Egypt intended for? And how were they erected? With all the scientific and practical knowl edge at the command of the engi neers of the present day. they are not capable of building the Pyramids, in the first place, because we have no machinery of sufficient power to raise enormous blocks of stone such ak form them to a height of four hun dred and o$d feet; and. secondly, we should be at .1 loss where to obtain the said stone. Again, there is no granite within fifty miles of the Egyptian Pyramids of the same, character as that of which they arc constructed. The man who could disinter the buried recipe for Roman mortar would be bowed down to and wor shiped by the builders of the pres ent dux How they made it is a profound secret, and bids fair to re main so. The mortar is as firm now as it was -,o00 years ago; it has calmly scoffed at the ravages of time and weather. The above are but a few—a very- few—of the lost and buried secrets of antiquity which modern scientists and mechanicians would give much to learn character well Instructed in the ex- cl ient principles that had been his own. That was his .•ole, legacy to her Of worldly goods, not the value of a pin. Yet, measured according to the Htern standards of adversity, Mary wan fortunate Almost at once he procured a humble employment In tR Emporium, the great department store owned by Edward Gilder. To he sure, the wage was inflnitestlmal while the toil was body-breaking, soul-breaking. Still the pittance could : be made to pustain life, and Mary was blessed with both soul and body 1 to sustain much. So she merged her self In the army of workers —in tR vast battalion of those that give their entire selves to .1 labor most stern and unremitting and most ill re- w 1 rded. Mary, nevertheless, avoided th • wfirst perils of her lot. She did not flinch under privation, but went her war through it, if not serenely, at le it without ever a thought of yield ing to those temptations that b« ■, a girl who is at once poor and charm ing Fortunately for her, those lr. closest authority over her were not so deeply smitten as to make obligatory on her a choice between oomplai- \ sam e and log.-* of position. She knew of situations like that, the cul-de-sac of chastity , worse than any devised by a .Invert. In the stor* such things were matters of course. There is little, innocence for the girl in the modern city. There <an be none for the worker thrown into the storm-center of a great com merclal activity, humming with vi cious gossip, oil alive w ith quips from the worldly wise. At the very outset of her employment the sixteen-year- old girl learned that she might <-ke out $6 weekly by trading on her per sonal attractiveness to those of th. opposite sex. The Idea was repug nant to her. not only from the maid enly Instinct of purity, but also from the moral principles woven into her ' character by the teachings of a father ! wise in most things, though ;i tool In 1 finance. Thus she remained un smirched, though well Informed ns to the verities of life. She preferred purity and penury rather than a slight pampering of th. body to be bought by its degradation. Among her fellows were some lil herself; others, unlike, of her own) sort, in this single particular, wen the two girls with whom she shared a cheap room. Their common decen cy in attitude toward the other m was the unique bond of union. In their association she found no n il companionship. Nevertheless, they were wholesome enough. Otherwise they were illiterate, altogether uncon genial. A Mind Keen and Earnest. In such wise, through five drearv years, Mary Turner lived. Nine hours daily she stood behind a counter. Shu spent her other waking hours in ob ligatory menial labors; cooking her own scant meals over the gas; washing and ironing, for the sake of that neat apeparance which was re quired of her by those in authoilt.x at the Emporium—-yet, more espe cially. necessary for her own ;> respect. With a mind keen and earn est, she contrived some solace Rom reading and studying, since the L library* gave h< 1 thl< opportunio So. through most of her hour.', sir was able to find food for mental growth. Even in the last year sin had reached a point of development whereat she begun to study seriouslj her own position in the world of .con- omy, to meditate or, a method of but tering it. Under this impulse, hope ; mounted high in her heart. Amid tlon was born. By ( undid compan: -. of herself with others about her sh realized the fact that she p, - nn intelligence beyond tiie ave.r.ig The training by her lather, too. 11.-: been of a superior kind. There wr as well, at the back vaguely, tl - feeling of particular self-respect th; belongs inevitably to the poss* ssor < good blood. Finally, shu demure I enjoyed a modest appreciation of hi own physical advantages. In shor she had beauty, brains and breed ini Three things of chief importn any woman—though there be minds as to which may be among the three. 1 have said nothing specif!, far us to the outer being of Turner—except as to filmed ev te- Ns ■fa’ll. m Dur ace to many chief a huddled %orm. situation. the , enough. Indeed, n of 1 hose that pos* beauty, with, too, t thus Mary j yes and 1 happier were winning I She was one ss an harmonious penetrant charm or. IT", , CJRINO YOUR FILMS TO US and we will develop them free We are film specialists and give > 6u perfect results and quick delivery. Mail us negative for free sample print Enlargement's made and colored. Pictures framed Chemicals. Cameras. S3.00 to 185.00. Frtirti films to fit any csmera—guaranteed not to stick fm* catalogue. Quick mail order service. i H. CONE. Inc., "A Good Drug Store”—(Two Stores)—Atlanta. . that springs from the- mind, with tn added graces bofn *f the spirit. .1' now. as she sat. a figure of desolation, there on the bed in he Tombs cell, b would have required a mu.q analytical observer to determine the actualitiou of her loveliness. H. r form was dis guised by the droop of exhaustion. Her complexion showed the pailo’ of sorrowful vigils. Her f e < v i no more than a mask of misery Yet the shrewd observer, if a lover of beauty, might have f.-und much for delight, even despite tie concealment j imposed by her present condition. Thus the stormy glorx of her dark, hair, great masses that ran a riot of shining ripples and waxes. And the straight line of the nose, not too thin, yet fine enough for the apture uf n Praxiteles And the pit k c..ini , ~ of the ear-tips, which pe red warmh from beneath the pal! of resses. One could know nothing accurate ly of the complexion no' . But it were easy to guess that in hnppi. places it would show of purity to ‘ Three years isn’t forever. When I come out you are going to pay for every moment of them. There won’t be a day or an hour that I won’t re member that at last it Was your word that sent me to prison.” admiration. There was the delicacy of the hands, with fingers tapering, with nails perfectly shaped, neither too dull nor too shining. And there were, too, finally, the trimly shod feet, set rather primly on the floor, small and arched like those of a Spanish Infanta. In truth, Mary Turner showed the possibilities at least, if not just now the realities, of a very beautiful woman. Naturally, in this period of grief, the girl’s mind had no concern with such external merits over which once she had modestly exulted. All her present energies were set to precise 1 (‘collection of the ghastly -experience into which she had been thrust. In its outline, the event had been tragically simple. There had been thefts in the store. They had been traced eventually to a certain department, that in which Mary worked. The detective was alert. Some valuable silks were missed. Search followed immediate ly. Thu goods were found in Mary’s looker. That was enough. She was charged with the iheft. She protested innocence—only to he laughed at in derision by her accusers. Every thief declares innocence. Mr. Gilder himself was emphatic against her. The thieving had been long contin ued. An example must be made. The girl was arrested. The crowded condition of the court calendar kept her for three months in the Tombs awaiting trial. She was quite friendless. To the world she with a gentle blooming of in the cheeks. Even in this f unmitigated evil, the lips re lied .1 curving beauty of red—not to crimson, though near enough the word; not quite scarlet, either; y a red gently enchanting, which ned one’s thoughts toward tender- is -with ;i hint of desire. It was, . a generous mouth, not too large; 1. happily, not so small as those deiud by NVat’eau. It was alto- her winsome—more, it was gener- and true, desirable for kisses— !—nn re desirable for strength and faith, e Showed Possibilities. .ike every intellifent woman. Mary 1 taken the trouble to reinforce the rtb of her physical attractiveness. ’ instinct of sex was strong in her. very normal woman, in is nature |tple and at which ■amber se law. She >velte by her com- )ffed. with P ig that more work ppotite. aching - from ihe Its of cloth to and vc';, she neverthe- nightly to brush (pointed 200 strokes the ■> of her hair. Even here, id desolation of the cell, shten^ witnessed the fl ea re. ~ detail the keen observer found adequate reason for A * TA Do You Know That— Strange methods of greeting t! • sp are practiced in the commune < N.t. h&lmagy. Wales, every year. 1 kissing market, and the Institute m l: year has been more successful tn ever. All the women and girls tre liberty to kiss strange men. Fr< n t surrounding district all the young wo en who have been married sine 1* Easter arrive at the kissing m.r . a kiss strange men to their hearts <•< tent. A new device made its U*pt on a fair ground during the holidays A target is affix.si to vas screen, below \vh>oh : protected from the ill l>> . net shot? a penny is the price The who hits the target releases t on which ihe men s ens t-noed. falls into a tank of water bent a A ducking follows every su« ■NAUGHTY little comet By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. Copyright, 1913. by American-.lournal-Kxaminer. \ ts once a little comet who lived near the Milky Way! I to wander out at night and jump about and play. R'.er of the comet was a very good old star— s; old her reckless child for venturing out too far; of tiie ogre. Sun. who loved on stars to sup, d no bettor pastimes than gobbling comets up. >f growing cautious and of showing proper fear, title comet edged up nearer and more roar. v ' nicy mil along right where the Sun could see, n old Mars just as bold as bold could be. '< rn the quiet star**, who never frisked about, • •as no fun in life unless you ventured out. planets, and wished no better mirth many stars could mope through nights and days, ed old moon get all the love and praise, tossed her head and switched her shining trail, star grew snd. her cneek grew wan and pale. was only a thief in duress. At the last the trial was very short. Her lawyer was merely an unfledged practitioner assigned to her defense as a formality of the court. This nov ice in his profession was so grateful for the first recognition ever afforded him that he rather assisted than oth erwise the District Attorney in the. prosecution of the case. At the end. twelve good men and true rendered a verdict of guilty against tiie shuddering girl in the prisoner’s dock. So simple the history of Mary Tur ner’s trial. * * * The sentence of the judge was lenient—only three years! CHAPTER II. A Cheerful Prodigal. T HAT which was the supreme tragedy to the broken girl in the cell merely afforded rather agreeable entertainment to her for mer fellows of the department store Mary Turner throughout her term of service Jhere had been' without real intimates, so that now none was ready to mourn over her fate. Even th*» two roommates had felt some slight offense, since they sensed the superiority of her, though vaguely. Now they found a smug satisfaction in the fact of her disaster as empha sizing very pleasurably their own continuance in respectability As many a philosopher has ob served, we secretly enjoy the misfor tunes of others, particularly of out friends, since they are closest to us. Most persons hasten to deny this truth in its application to themselves. They do so either because from lack of clear understanding they are not quite honest with themselves, from lack of clear introspection, or because. a« may be more easily believed, they are not quite honest in the asser tion. As a matter of fact, we do find a singular satisfaction in the troubles of others. Uontemplation of such suffering renders more striking the contrasted well-being of our own lot. We need the pains of others to serve as a background for our joys—just as sin is essential as the background for any appreciation of virtue, even any knowledge of its existence. * * So now, on the day of Mary Turner’s trial, there was a subtle gayety of gossip ing® to and fro through the store. The girl’s plight was like a shuttle cock driven hither and yon by the battledores of many tongues. It was the first time in many years that one of the employees had been thus ac cused of theft. Shoplifters were so common as to be a stale tonic. There was a refreshing novelty in this case, where or.e of themselves was the cul prit. Her fellow workers chatted des ultorily of her as they had opportu nity. and complacently thanked their gods that they were not as she—with reason. Perhaps a very few were l.ipd-hearted enough to feel a touch of sympathy for this ruin of a life. Gave Attention to Girl. Of such was Smithson, a member of the excutive staff, who did not hesi tate to speak his mind, though none too forcibly. As for that. Smithson, while the possessor of a dignity nour ished by years of floor-walking, was not given to the holding of vigorous opinions. Yet his comment, meager as it was. stood wholly in Mary’s favor. And he spoke with a certain authority, since ho had given official attention to the girl. Smithson stopped Sarah Edwards, Mr. Gilder’s private secretary, as she was passing through one of the de partments that morning, to ask her if the owner had yet reached his office. “Been and gone,” was the secreta ry’s answer, with the terseness char acteristic of her. “Gone!” Smithson repeated, evi dently somewhat disturbed by the in formation. “I particularly wanted to see him." “He’ll be back, all right.” Sarah vouchsafed, amiably. “He went down town to the Court of General Session<. The judge sent for him about th» Mary Turner case.” “Oh. yes, I remember now,” Smith- son exclaimed. Then he added, with a trace of genuine feeling: “I hope the poor girl gets off. She was a nice girl—quite the lady, you know, Miss Edwards.” “No. I don’t know,” Sarah rejoine 1, a bit tartly. Truth to tell, the sec retary was haunted by a grim suspi cion that she herself was not quite the lady of her dreams, and never would be able to acquire the graces of the Vere De Vere. For Sarah, while a most efficient secretary, was not in her person of that slender elegan e • • By MARVIN DANA from the • • • • Play of BAYARD VEILLER • • Mary had endured much—miserably much!— for honesty’s sake. At the end of it all was shame unutterable. There was nought left her save a wild dream of revenge. I — ! which always characterized her fa vorite heroines in the novels she af fected. On the contrary, she was of a sort to have gratified Byron, who declared that a woman in her maturi ty should be plump. Now. she re called with a • e of envy that the accused girl had been of an aristo cratic slimness of form. "Oh. did you know her? she questioned, without any real Interest. Smithson answered with that bland stateliness of manner which was the fruit of floor-walking politeness: A Good Saleswoman. "Well, I couldn’t exactly say I knew her. and yet I might say, after .a manner of speaking, that I didf— to a certain extent. You see. they put her in my department when she first came here to work. She was a good sales woman. as saleswomen ‘ go. For the matter of that,” lie added with a sud den access of energy, “she was the last, girl in the world I’d take for a thief." He displayed some evidences of embarrassment over the honest feeling into which he. had been be trayed, and made haste to recover his usual business manner, as he contin ued. formally: "Will you please let me know when Mr. Gilder arrives? Thera are one or two little matters I wi9h to discuss with him.” “AH right," Sarah agreed briskly, and she hurried >n toward the private office. The secretary was barely seated at her desk when the violent opening of the door startled her. and. as she looked up. a cheery voice cried out: “Hello, dad!” At the same moment a young man entered with an air of care-free as surance, his face radiant. But, as his glance went to the empty armchair at the .desk, he halted abruptly, and his expression changed to one of dis appointment. “Not here!” he grumbhed. Then once again the smile was on his Ups as his eyes fell on the secretary, who had now risen to her feet in a flutter of excitement. “Why, Mr. Dick!" Sarah gasped. “Hello, Sadie!” came the genial sal utation. The youn* 3 ' man advanced and shook hands with her warmly. “I’m home again. Where’s dad?” Even as he asked the question, th*^ quick sobering of his face bore wit ness to his disappointment over not finding his father in the office. For such was the relationship of the owner of the department store to this new arrival on the scene. And in the patient chagrin under which the son now' labored was to be found a cer tain indication of character not to be disregarded. Unlike many a child, he really loved his father. The death of! the mother years before had left him without other opportunity for affec^ lion in the home, since he had neither brother nor sister. He loved his fa ther with a depth of feeling that made the two a real camaraderie, despite great differences in temperament. In that simple and sincere regard which he bore for his father, the boy re vealed a heart ready for love, willing to give of itself its best for the one beloved. Beyond that, as yet, there was little to be said of him with exactness. He was a spoiled child of fortune, if you wish to have It so. Certainly he w r as only a drone In the world’s hive. 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