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A 9 % A Powerful Story of • • Adventure, Intrigue and Love wr LAW By MARVIN DANA from the • • Play of BAYARD VEILLER • • 'opyrigtit. 1913. by the If. K. Fly Gotn- patty. The play "Within the Ijaw' is copyrighted by Mr. VeUler and this novelizatlon of it is published by ids permission. The American Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex lualve rights of the representation and performance of "Within the Law" in all languages. SYNOPSIS Mary Turner, an orphan, faces the world, and its complex problems alone at the age of sixteen. Her mother died at her birth and her sole legacy from an indulgent but poor father is a character well instructed in the ex cellent principles that had been his The girl secures employment at the Emporium. « department store owned by Edward Gilder. The struggle for existence is a Litter one. Five years elapse. Valuable silks are stolen. The thefts arc traced to Mary s de partment and some of the goods Is found in her locker. Tho girl, though innocent of the thievery . is arrested, tried ami sentenced to three years in prison. Now go on with the story. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. In ih< 23 years of hli life every gift that money’ could lavish had been his If the sum total of benefit was small, at least there remained the consoling fact that the harm was even less. Luxury' had not sapped the strength of him. He had not grown vicious as have so many of Ills fellows among the sons of the rich. Some Instinct held him aloof from the grosser vices Hi- were the trifling faults that had their origin chiefly’ in the Joy’ of life which manifest occasionally In riotous extravagances, of a sort actually to harm none, however absurd and use less they may be. So much one might see by a glance Into the face He was well groomed, of course; healthy’, all a-tingle with vitality. And in the clear eyes, which avoided 11c man’s gave nor sought any woman’s unseemly’, there showed a soul untainted, not yet developed, not $et debased. Through all his days Dick Glider had walked gladly, in the content that springs to the call of one possessed of a capacity for en joyment; possessed, too, of every means for the gratification of desire. As yet the man of him was unre vealed in its integrity’. No test had been put upon him. The fires of suf fering had not tried the dross of him What real worth might lie under this 1 gunny surface the future might deter mine There showed now only this one significant fact —that in the first moment of nis return from Journey- ings abroad he sought his father with nil engorneM, and was surely grieved because the meeting must still be de- It was a little thing, perhaps Sarah Explained. Yet It was capable of meaning much concerning the nature of the lad. It revealed surely a tender heart, one responsive to a pure love. And to one of his class there are many forces «ver present to atrophy such simple, wholesome power of loving. The 'abil- ity to love cleanly and absolutely is the supreme virtue. Parah explained that Mr. Gilder had been called to the Court of Gen eral Sessions by the judge. Dick interrupted her with a gust of laughter. “What’s dud been doing now ?” he demanded, his eyes tw inkling. Then a reminiscent grin shaped itself on his lips. "Remember the time that fresh » »cop arregtq^ pirn for speeding.’ ■ Wasn’t he wild? 1 thought he would have the whole police force discharg ed.’’ He smiled again. “The trouble -vis,”- he declared, sedately’, "that sort of thing requires practice. Now, when I’m arrested for speeding. I'm not in the least flustered—oh, not a Jr little bit! Bui poor dad! That one experience of his almost soured his whole life, it was near the death of him—also of the cit>’’s finest." By’ this time the secretary’ had re gained her usual poise, which had ! bfen somewhat disturbed by the ir ruption of the young man. Her face * shone delightedly as she regarded him. * LOCAL DRUGGIST M&KES STATEMENT! There was a maternal note of rebuke in her voice as she spoke "Why. we didn't expect you back for Iwo or three months yet." Once again Dick laughed with an infectious gayety that brought a smile of response to the secretary’s lips. Sadie," he explained confidentially , don’t you dare ever to let the old man know. He would be ail swollen up. It's bad to let a parent swell up. But the truth is. Sadie, I got kind of homesick for dad—yes, just that!" He spoke the words with a sort of shame-faced wonder, it is not easy for an Angol-Saxon to confess the realities of affection in vi*al Intima cies. He repeated the phrase In a cu riously appreciative hesitation, as one astounded by his own emotion. "Yes. homesick for dad!" Then, to cover an excess of sincere feeling, he continued, with a burst of laughter: "Besides, Sadie, T was broke." The secretary sniffed. "The cable would have handled that' end of it, I guess," she said, suc cinctly. There was no word of contradiction from Dick, who from ample experi ence knew’ that any demand for funds would have received answer from his father. "But what is dad doing In court?" he demanded. Sarah explained the matter with her usual conciseness: "One of the girls was arrested for stealing." The nature of the sen was showm then clearly in one of Its best aspects. At once he exhibited his Instinct to ward the quality of mercy’, and, too, his truth 1n the father whom he loved, by his eager comment. "And dad went to court to get her out of the scrape. That's Just like the old man!" Forgot All About It! Sarah, however, showed no hint of enthusiasm. Her mind was ever of the prosaic sort, little prone to flights In that prosaic quality was to be found the explanation of her depend- * ability as a private secretary'. So, now. she merely made a terse state ment: “Shewas tried to-dav and convicted. The Judge sent for Mr. Glider to come down this morning and have a talk with him about the sentence.” There was no lessening of the ex pression of certainty on the young man’s face. He loved hla father, and he trusted where he loved "It will be all right," he declared In a tone of entire conviction. "Dad’s heart is as big as a barrel He’ll get her off." Then of a sudden Dick gave a vio lent start. He added a convincing groan. "Oh. Lord!" he exclaimed, dismal ly. There was shame in his voice. "I forgot all about It!" The secretary regarded him with an expression of amazement. "All about what?” she questioned. Dick assumed an air vastly more confidential than at any time hitherto. Ho leaned toward tho secretary’s desk and spoke W'ith a new seriousness of manner: “Sadie, have you any money? I’m broke! My taxi has been waiting out side all this time." "Why, yes." the secretary' said, cheerfully. "Tf you will—’’ Dick was discreet enough to turn his attention to a picture on the wall opposite while Sarah went through those acrobatic performances obliga tory on women who take no chances of losing money by carrying It in purser. "There," she called after a few panting seconds, and exhibited a flushed face. Dick turned eargerly and seized the bank note offered him. "Mighty much obliged. Sadie,” he said, enthusiastically. "But I must run. Otherwise, this wouldn’t he enough for the fare!" And, 90 sav ing. he darted out of the room. the receiver and pushed the telephone aside, ns lie turned his attention to the papers neatly arranged on the desk ready to his hand. The curiosity of the secretary could not be longer delayed. "What did they do with tin* Turner girl?" she inquired in an elaborately casual manner. Gilder did not look up from the heap of paj>ers, but answered rather harshly, while, once again his expression grew forbidding. "I don't know I couldn't wait," he said. He; made a petulant gesture aH he w’ent on: "1 don't see why .Judge Ltwlor bothered mo about the matter. He is the one to impose sentence, not l I am hours behind with my work now* ” For a few minutes he gave himself up to the routine of business, distribut ing the correspondence and other va rious papers for the action of .subordi nates, and speaking ills orders occasion ally to the attentive secretary with a quickness and precision that proclaimed the capable executive. The observer But I do want to know,” Mary continued, ‘‘What you meant by talking in the public street yesterday with a common pickpocket. ’ ’ ! / J' . 0% ill v robbed, so he abruptly’ changed his line >f argument. "She says that her record of five years .n your employ ought to count some- hing in her favor." Gilder, however, was not disposed to he sympathetic as to a matter so fla grantly opposed to his interests. "A court of justice has decreed her ’uilty,” he asserted once again, in his ponderous manner. His emphasis indl- •;iied that there the affair ended. I >emarest smiled cynically as he strode io and fro. "Nowadays." he shot out, "we don't ill them courts of justice: we call hem courts of law." Gilder yielded only a rather dubious smile over the quip. This much he felt ot he could afford, since those same • ourts served his personal purposes well Indeed. "Anway,” he declared, becoming gen- i 1 again, "it’s out of our hands. There’s nothing we can do, now." "Why, as to that,’’ the lawyer re plied, with a hint of hesitation, ‘‘I am not so sure. You see. the fact of the matter is that, though I helped to prose- ite the case, I am not a little bit proud of the verdict." Gilder raised his eyebrows in unfeign ed astonishment. Even yet he was quite without appreciation of the attorney’s feeling in reference to the conduct of 1 lie case. "Why?” he questioned, sharply’. “Because," the lawyer said, again ■ alting directly’ before the desk, "in spite of all the evidence against her, I m not sure that Mary Turner is guilty- far from it, in fact!!” Gilder uttered an ejaculation of con tempt, but Demarest went on resolute ly. "Anyhow," he explained, "the girl wants to see you, and I wish to urge sou to grant her an interview." ‘ What’s the Use?” Sttys Dodson's Liver Tone Is the Best Remedy for Constipation and Shirking Liver He He* Ever Sold. Every person who has tried Dod- ; eon’s Liver Tone and knows how < surely and gently it starts the liver to working and relieves biliousness If you go to your druggist for it. , statement about Dodson's Liver j Tone. "It i« a purely vegetable liquid. ] . that entirely takes the place of i s calomel, harmless and pleasant to ; < the laste. that has proved itself « i the most satisfactory remedy for a J <; ©low-working liver that most of < i our customers have ever tried. A ] < large bottle sells for fifty cents, and we do not hesitate to give the Y-money back to any person who ; > tr'^s a bottle on the strength of < this statement and is not satisfied 5 with the result.” < In these d ys of doubtful medi- cine*} and dangerous drugs, a A statement like the above is a < Heusant assurance that Dodson's VLiver Tone is a reliable remedy a for both children and grown-ups. * In buying a bottle for immediate | J or future use it is well to make ure you are get mg the genuine ! ion’s Liver Tone and not some ; ious imitation that has cop our claims, but do not stand )f vheir guarantee. You may , rtain of getting the. genuine ; >ear out the druggist in this 1 Do spu CHAPTER m Only Three Years. W HEN at last the owner of the store entered the office his face showed extreme irrita tion. He did not vouchsafe any greet ing to the secretary, who regarded him with an accurate perception of his mood. With a diplomacy born of long experience, in her first speech Sarah afforded an agreeable diYerstftn to her employer's line of thought. "Mr Hastings, of the Empire store, called you up, Mr. Glider, and asked me to let him know when you returned. Shall 1 gel him on the wire?" The mans face lightened instantly, and there was even the beginning of a smile on his lips as he seated himself the great mahogany desk "Yes. yes'" he exclaimed, with evi dent enthusiasm The smile grew in the short interval before the connection was made. When, finally, he addressed his friend over the telephone, ills tones! were of the cheerfuWi What Did They Do With Her?’| "Oh, good morning. Yes certainly. 1 Four w ill suit me admirablv . [ Sunda 1 ” Yes, if you like We ran got out alter church, anti have luncheon a 1 | the country dub." After listening a ‘ moment, he laughed it a pleased fash * ion that had ii it a suggestion of « on- j sHous superiority "M> dear fellow." ' he declared briskly "you couldn't beat . me in a thousand 'eats. Why, 1 made* the eighteen holes in ninety-two oM> last week." He laughed again at the answer over the wire, then hung up would have realized nt once that here was a man obviously fitted to the con trol of large affairs. The ability that marches inevitably to success showed unmistakably in the face and form, ami in the foshioifc of speech. Edward Gil der was a big man physically, plainly the possessor of that abundant vital energy which Is a prime requisite for achievement in the ordering of modern business concerns. Force was, Indeed, the dominant quality of the man. His tall figure was proportionately broad, and lie was heavily fleshed. In fact, the body was too ponderous, spiritually and mentally, as well as materially. The fact was displayed suggestively in the face, which was too heavy with its prominent jowls and aggressive chin and rather bulbous nose. But there was nothing flabby anywhere. The am ple features showed no trace of weak ness. only a rude abounding strength. There was no lighter touch anywhere. Evidently a just man according to his own ideas, yet never one to temper justice with mercy. He appeared, and was. a very practical and most prosaic business man He was not given to a humorous outlook on life He took it and himself with the utmost serious ness He was almost entirely lacking in imagination, that faculty which is essential to sympathy. $1,000 For Free Ice. "Take this," he directed presently, when he had disposed of the matters before him. Forthwith, he dictated the following letter, and now his voice took f>n a more unctuous note, as of one who is appreciative of his own excel lent generosity. “Editor The Herald: "Dear Sii—Inclosed find my check for a thousand dollars for your free ice fund, it is going to be a very hard summer for the poor and 1 hope by thus starting the contributions for your fine charity at this early day that you will he able i<> ace«pnplish even more good than usually. Very truly yours.” He turned an Inquiring glance toward Sarah. "That’s what 1 usually give, isn’t it?" The seeretacy nodded energetically. "Yes." she agreed In her brisk man ner. "that’s what you have given every year for the last ten years." The statement impressed Gilder pleas antly His voice was more •mellow as he made comment. His heavy face was radiant, and he smiled complacently. "Ten thousand dollars to this one charitx alone’" he exclaimed. "Well, it is pleasant to he able to help those less fortunate than ourselves." He (mused, evidently expectant of lauda tory corroboration from the secretary. Rut Sarah, though she could *be tact ful enough on occasion, did not choose to meet her employer's anticipations just now For that matter, her inti mate services permitted on her part some degree of familiarity with the au gust head of the establishment. Be sides. she did not stand in awe of Gil der. as did the others in his service No man is,a hero to his valet, or to his secretary. Intimate association is hostile to hero worship. So. now. Sa rah spoke nonchalantly, to the indig nation of the philanthropist: "Oh, yes. sir. Specially when you make so much that you don’t miss it." Gilder’s thick gray brows drew down >n a frown of displeasure, while his e>es opened slightly in sheer surprise over tne secretary's unexpected re mark. He hesitated for only an instant before replying with an air of great dignity, in which was a distinct note of rebuke for the girl’s presumption. , "The profits from my store are large. I admit, Sarah. Rut I neither smuggle my goods, take rebates from railroads, conspire against small competitors, nor do any of the dishonest acts that dis grace other lines of business. So long as I make my profits honestly, 1 atn honestly entitled to them, no matter how big they are." The secretary, being quite content with.the havoc she had wrought in her employer’s complacency over his chari tableness, nodded, and contented her self with a demure assent to his out burst. "Yes. sir." she agreed, very meekly. Gilder stared at her for a few sec onds, somewhat indignantly. Tnen, he bethought himself of a subtle form of rebuke by emphasizing this generosity. Demarest Tells the News. "Have the cashier send my usual five hundred to the Charities Organization Society," he ordered. With this new evidence of his generous virtue, the frown passed from his brows, if, for a fleeting moment, doubt had assailed him tinder the spur of the secretary's words, that doubt had now vanished under his habitual conviction as to his sterling worth to the world at large. It was, therefore, with his accus tomed blandness of manner that he presently acknowledged the greeting of George Demarest, the chief of the legal staff that looked after the firm’s af fairs. He was aware without being told that the lawyer had called to acquaint him with the issue in the trial of Mary Turner. ( "Well. Demarest?!' lie inquired, as the dapper attorney 1 advanced Into the room at a rapid pace, and came to a halt facing the desk, after a lively nod in tlie direction of the secretary. The lawyer’s face sobered, and his tone as he answered was tinged with constraint. "Judge Lawlor gave her three years," he replied, gravely. It was plain from his manner that he did not altogether approve. But Gilder was unaffected by the at torney’s lack of satisfaction over the result. On the contrary, he smiled ex ultantly. His oritund voice toek on a deei>er note, as he turned toward the secretary. He Dictates the Notice. "Good!" he exclaimed. "Take this. Sa rah " And he continued, as the girl opened her notebook and poised the pen cil: "Be sure to have Smithson post a copy of It conspicuously in all the girls’ dressing-rooms, and in the reading- room. and in the lunch-rooms, and in the assembly-room." He cleared his throat ostentatiously and proceeded to the dictation of the notice: "Mary Turner, formerly employed In this store, was to-day sentenced to pri son for three years, having been con victed for the theft of goods valued at over four hundred dollars. The manage ment wishes again to draw’ attention on the part of its employees to the fact that honesty is always the best policy Got that” “Yes. sir." The secretary's voice was mechanical, without anji trace of feel ing. She was not minded to disturb her employer a second time this morning by injudicious comment. "Take it to Smithson." Gilder continu ed. "and tell him that 1 wish him to j attend to its being posted according to my directions at once." I made her formal res ponse in the affirmative, then left the room. Gilder brought forth a box of cigars front a drawer of the desk, opened it and thrust .it toward the waiting law’- yer. who, however, shook his head in refusal, and continued to move about the room rather restless. Demarest paid no attention to the other's invi tation to a seat, but ^he courtesy was perfunctory on Gilder’s part, and he hardly perceived the perturbation of his caller, for he was occupied in selecting and lighting a cigar with the care of a connoisseur. Finally, he spoke again, and now there was an infinite content ment in the rich voice. "Three years- three years! That ought to be a warning to the rest of the girls.” He looked toward Demarest for ac quiescence. The lawyer's brow’s w-ere knit as he faced the proprietor of the store. bunny thing, this case!” he ejacu lated. "In some features, one of the most unusual 1 have seen since I have been practicing law." The smug contentment abode still on Gilder's face as he puffed in lelisurely ease on his cigar and uttered a trite condolence. "Very sad!—quite so! Very sad case I call it.” Demarest went on speaking, w’ith a show of feeling: Most unusual case, in my estimation, 'i ou see, the girl keeps on declaring her innocence. That, of course, is common enough in a way. But here, it’s differ ent. The point is, somehow, shc^makes her protestations more convincing than they usually do. They ring true, as it seems to me.” Not Quite Enough Proof. Gilder smiled tolerantly. "They didn’t ring very true to the jury, it would seem.” he retorted. And bis voice was tart as he added: "Nor to the judge, since he deemed it his duty to give her three years." "Some persons are not very sensitive to impressions in such cases, I admit,” Demarest returned, coolly, if he meant any subtlety of allusion to his hearer, it ‘ailed wholly to pierce the armor of com placency. "The stolen goods were found in her locker." Gilder declared In a tone of finality: "Some of them, I have been given to understand, were actually in the pocket of her coat.” "Well,” the attorney said with a smile, "that sort of thing makes good-enough circumstantial evidence, and without circumstantial evidence there would be few convictions for crime. Y'et, as a lawyer. I’m free to admit that circum stantial evidence alone is never quite <afo as proof of guilt. Naturally, she ays some one else must have put the stolen goods there. As a matter of ex act reasoning, that is quite within the measure of possibility. That sort of .hing 1ms been done countless limes." Gilder sniffed indignantly: "And for what reason^” he demand ed "It’s too absurd to thtrrtc about.” "In similar eases.” the lawyer an- sw’ered, "those actually guilty ,of the thefts have thus sought to throw sus picion on the innocent in order to avoid 1 on themselves when the pursuit got too hot on their trail. Sometimes, too, *' h evidence has been manufactured merely to satisfy a spite against the ^ne unjustly accused.” "It’s too absurd to think about,” Gil - ■ I repeated, impatiently. "The judge id the jury found no fault with the evidence.” Gilder flared at this suggestion, and scowled wrathfully on the lawyer, who, perhaps with professional prudence, had turned away in his rapid pacing of the room. "What's the use?” Gilder stormed. A latent hardness revealed itself at the prospect of such a visitation. And along with this hardness came another singu lar revelation of the nature of the man. For there was consternation in his voice, as he continued in vehement expostula tion against the fdea. If there was harshness in his attitude there was, too, a fugitive suggestion of tenderness alarmed over the prospect of undergo ing such an interview with a woman. "I can’t have her crying all over the office and begging for mercy,” he pro tested, truculently. But a note of fear lay under the petulance. Demarest’s answer w’as given with as surance. "You are mistaken about that. The girl doesn’t beg for mercy. In fact, that's the whole point of the matter. She demands justice—strange as that may seem, in a court of law!—and noth ing else. Tho truth is, she’s a very unusual girl, a long way beyond the ordinary salesgirl, both in brains and in education.” “The less reason, then, for her being a thief,” Gilder grumbled in his heavi est voice. "And perhaps the less reason for be lieving her to be a thief,” the lawyer retorted, suavely. He paused for a mo ment, then w’ent oh. There w r as a tone of sincere determination in his voice. "Just before the judge imposed sen tence, he asked her if she had anything to say. You know, it’s just a usual form—a thing that rarely means much of anything. But this case was differ ent, let me tell you. She surprised us all by answering at once that she had. It’s really a pity, Gilder, that you didn’t wait. Why, that poor gjrl made a— damn—fine speech!” The lawyer’s forensic aspirations showed In his honest appreciation of the effectiveness of such oratory from the heart as he had heard in the court room that day. "Pooh! pooh!” came the querulous ob jection. "She seems to have hynotized you.” Then, as a new thought came to the magnate, he spoke with a trace of anxiety. There were always the re porters. looking for space to fill with foolish vaporings. "Did she say anything against me, or the store?” "Not a word,” the lawyer replied, gravely. His smile of appreciation was discreetly secret. “She merely told us how her father died w’hen she was 16 years old. She was compelled after that to earn her own living. Then she told how she had worked for you for five years steadily, without there ever being a single thing against her. She said, too, that she had never seen the things found in her locker. And she said more than that! She asked the judge if he himself understood what it means for a girl to be sentenced to prison for something she hadn’t done. Somehow, Gilder, the way she talked had its effect on everybody in the courtroom. I know! It’s my business to understand things like that. And what she said rang true. What she said, and the way she said it, take brains and courage. The ordinary crook has neither. So, I had a suspi cion that she might be speaklnf) the truth. You see, Gilder, it all rang True! And It’s my business to know how things ring in that way.” There was a little pause, while the lawyer moved back and forth nervously. Then he adde<i: "I believe lawlor would have suspended sentence if it hadn’t been for your talk with him.” There were not wanting signs that Gilder was impressed. But the gentler fibers of the man were atrophied by the habits of a lifetime. What heart he had once possessed had been buried in the grave of hi6 young wife, to be resur rected only for his son. In most things, he w’as consistently a hard man. Since he had no Imagination he could have no real sympathy. He whirled about in his swivel chair, and blew a cloud of smoke from his mouth. When he spoke his voice w:as deeply resonant. Property Has Rights. “I simply did my duty,” he said. "You are aware that I did not seek any consultation with Judge Lawlor. He sent*, for me and asked me what I thought about the case—whether I thought it w'ould be right to let the girl go on a suspended sentence. I told him frankly that I believed that an exam ple should be made of her, for the sake of others who might be tempted to steal. Property has some rights, De marest, although it seems to be get ting nowadays so that anybody is likefly to deny it.” Then the fretful, half- alarmed note sounded in his voice again, as he continued: "I can’t understand why the girl wants to see me.” The lawyer smiled dryly, since he had his back turned at the moment. "Why,” he vouchsafed, "she just said that, if you would see her for ten min utes, she would tell you how to stop the thefts in this stbre.” Gilder displayed signs of triumph. He brought his chair to a level and pound ed the desk with a weighty fist. "There!” he cried. "I know it. The girl wants to confess. Well, it’s the first sign of decent feeling she’s shown. I suppose it ought to be encouraged. Probably there have been others mixed up in this.” Demarest attempted no denial. "Perhaps,” he admitted, though he spoke altogether without conviction. "But,” he continued insinuatingly, "at least it can do no harm if you see her. I thought you w’ould be willing, so I spoke to the District Attorney, and he has given orders to bring her here for a few minutes on the way to the Grand Central Station. They’re taking her up to Burnsing, you know. I wish. Gilder, you would have a little talk with her. No harm in that!” With the saying the lawyer abruptly went out of the of fice. leaving the owner of the store fuming. CHAPTER IV. Kisses and Kleptomania. "Hello, Dad!" After the attorney’s departure, Gilder had been rather fussily going over some of the papers on his desk. He was ex periencing a vague feeling of injury on account of the lawyer’s ill-veiled ef forts to arouse his sympa hy in behalf of the accused girl. In tl e instinct of strengthening himself aga nst the pos sibility of yielding to whet he deemed weakness, the magnate rehearsed the facts that justified his int« lerance, and, indeed, soon came to gloa ing over the admirable manner in whii h righteous ness thrives iri the world. And it was then that an interruption came in the utterance of two words, words of af fection, of love, cried ou* in the one voice he most longdd to bear—for the voice was that of his son. Y’et he did not look up. The thing was altogether impossible! The boy was philandering, junketing, somewhere on the Riviera. His first intimation as to the exact place would come in the fo’m of a cable asking for money. Somehow, his feel ings had been unduly stirred that morn ing; he had grown sentimental, dream ing of pleasant things. . . . All this In a second! Then 1 e looked up. Why, it was true! It wa ; Dick’s face there, smiling in the doorway. Yes. it was Dick, for it was Dick himself! Gil der sprang to his feet, his face sudden ly grown younger, radiant "Dick!" The big voice was softened to exquisite tenderness. He Felt the Tension. As the eyes of the two met the boy rushed forward, and in the next mo ment the hands of father and son clasped firmly. They were silent in the first emotion of their greeting. Pres ently, Gilder spoke, with an effort to ward harshness in his voice to mask how much he was shake ri. But the tones rang more kindly than any he had used for many a day, tr< mulous with affection. "What brought you ba ;k?" he de manded. Dick, too, had felt the tension of an emotion far beyond that of the usual things. He was forced to clear his throat before he answered with that as sumption of nonchalance whi£h he re garded as befitting the occasion. "Why, I just wanted to come back home,” he said, lightly. A sudden rec ollection came to give him poise in this time of emotional disturbance, and he added hastily: "And, for the love of heaven, give Sadie five dollars. I bor rowed it from her to pay t ie taxi. You see, Dad, I’m broke.” "Of course!” With the saying, Ed ward Gilder roared Gargantuan laugh ter. In the burst of merriment his pent feelings found their vent. He was still chuckling when he spoke, sage from nny?h experience of ocean travel. "Poker on the ship, I suppose.” The young man, too, smiled reminis cently as he answered: "No, not that, though I did have a little run in at Monte Carle. But it was the ship that finished me, at that. You see, Dad, they hired Captain Kidd and a bunch of pirates as s ewards, and what they did to little Richard was something fierce. And yet that wasn’t the real trouble, either. The fact is, 1 just naturally went broke. Not a hard thing to do on the other side.” "Nor on this,” the father injected, dryly. “Anyhow', it doesn’t matter much,” Dick replied quite unabashed. "Tell me. Dad, how goes it?” % To be Continued To-morrow. Satisfy Your Sweet Tooth in tin 1 :narest realized that his aavoeacj ehalf of tlu girl was hardly fitting 1 the part of the legal representative f tho -<tAre sh*> was supposed to have with Velva, the syrup in the red can. Make good things for your kiddies with it, and for their daddy, too—try it for smothering batter cakes— wheat, corn, rice. Serve it with waffles and spread it on muffins. Quality? Fine. Flavor? Nothing better. makes great cakes and cookies, desserts and candies. Use it for fudge and you ’ll know what real fudge is. No syrup is as good as Velva—none so smooth, none so full of real, true, old-time flavor. Proof will come out of your first can. Send for book of Velva recipes. No charge. Velva in the green can, too, if you prefer it. At your grocer’s. 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