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A Bachelor’s
Diary
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Intrigue and Love
WITHIN THE LAW
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play of BAYARD VEILLER
By MAX.
M ARCH 25.—I comforted myself
during that long period at the
dinner table when the widow
devoted herself to Jack Spencer with
the reflection that at least 1 would get
to put her on her train. 1 Tistened ab
stractedly to Jack’s stories about his
collection of admltars with my mind
busy planning all 1 wanted to say
She wasn't going far; perhaps, I could
arrange to follow her In a day or two,
and spend a day with her. Perhaps
What Has Gone Before
Mary Turner, a beautiful and refined girl, w
d» r store In New York.
There had been thefts In the store They hi
ally to • certain deportment, that in s hlch M 115
was .1 'ft s. me valuable silks wars missed 8<
ately. The goods were found In Mary’s locker,
was charged with the theft. She protested innot
who knows?—-she might make lov
me as violently as when we were In
Eflorida In the winter.
The thought of such delicious dan
ger thrilled me, and J was glad when
we started back to the station.
We had reached the waiting room,
and Jack, who seemed extremely ofH
clous, I thought, had sent me to the
check room for Mrs. Brown’s hand
bag, where I had to stand In line fully
15 minutes. It was annoying, of
course, but In a few minutes, T
thought, I would have the widow to
myself, and that would make up for a
great deal.
A Surprise
Judge of my surprise, Diary, when
I returned, to have Jack grab the bag
from my hand, saying, In tlie coolest,
most matter-of-fact way, “I’ll put
Mrs. Brown on her train. Max. I
want to tell her the story of that
scimitar I picked up In Tokio. You
stay here with Sallie."
There was a hurried handshake with
me, a renewed recital of the pleasure
she had experienced In meeting Mrs.
Spencer, and the widow' was gone!
For a moment I was dazed. I gazed easily something otherwise in doubt
>rked in the great (Ill-
cl been traced eventu-
worked. The detective
arch followed immedi-
That was enough. She
once—only to be laugh-
d at In derision by h«*r accusers. Every thief declares innocence. Mr.
Glider himself was emphatic against her The thieving had been long
continued. An example must b«* made. The girl was arrested. The
jury found her guilty and she whh sentenced to prison for three years.
Dick Gilder, the store proprietor’.* son, returns unexpectedly from
Europe because he was homesick for his father. The latter’s secretary
tells him that Mr Glider has gone to court, that one of the girls was ar
rested for stealing.
"And Dad went to court to get her out of the scrape!" cries Dick.
That’s Just like the old man."
Now Go On With the Story
m- I montary consternation.
1 is
Again her mood
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and performance of "Within the Uw" ; 1 hM,rd J' 011 "i ,h « court room, she
in ail languages said "The dock isn't very far from the
bench where you spoke to the Judge
ble reply.
The girl spoke with a great earnest
ness, deliberately.
"Then give them a fair chance."
The magnate stared in sincere aston
ishment over this absurd, this futile
suggestion for his guidance.
"What do you mean?’’ he vociferated,
with rising indignation. There was an
added hostility in his demeanor, for it
seemed to him that this thief of his
goods whom he had brought fo justice
some inexplicable spell she bound him
impotent.
"We work nine hours a day," the quiet
voice went on, a curious pathos in the
rich timbre of It; "nine hours a day,
for six days in the week. That's a
fact, isn’t it? And the trouble is. an
honest girl can’t live on $6 a week.
She can’t do it, and buy food and clothes,
and pay room rent and car fare. That’s
another fact. Isn’t it?"
Mary regarded the owner of the store
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"What’s the*
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of all this pretense*’'
he demanded, sharply. "You were given
a fair trial, and there’s an end of it."
[ about my case Yes, I heard you. It
! wasn’t: Did I do it? Or didn’t I do It?
No; It was only that 1 must be made a
warning to others."
blankly after them, Jaok, leaning over
the widow, as they walked, as If he
had found a long lost possession, and ,
was afraid If his eyes were removed
he would lose it; then my eyes
turii-d to Mrs. Spencer
She didn’t look bewildered, but on
her face there was the slightest sus
picion of a frown. Plainly, she was
mad, but. Just as plainly, she was toe
diplomatic to show It, even to me.
Then the humor of the situation
flashed over me, and I fell Into the
seat next to hers, overcome with
laughter I believe J howled, I know’
I shrieked, and phook, and I know that
others around me looked as if I might
have gone suddenly insane, while on
the faces of some there appeared a i
"Oh, no. I wasn’t!" she contradicted
bluntly, with a singular confidence of
assertion. "Why. if the trial had been
fair, I shouldn’t be here "
’’That’s What They All Say.”
The harsh voice of Cassidy again
broke in on the passion of the girl with
a. professional sneer.
"That’s another thing they all say."
But the girl went on speaking fierce
ly. impervious to the man’s course
sarcasm, her eyes, which had deepened
almost to purple, still fixed piercingly on
Gilder, who, for some reason wholly
inexplicable to him, felt himself strange
ly disturbed under that regard.
Do you call It fair when the lawyer
was only a boy—one whom the
court told me to take, a boy trying his
sympathetic grin. I hadn't laughed i
till the tears came in twenty years, » h ’ .
but I laughed then till they rolled !
down my cheeks, and through it all L ,- . , .. ... .
Sallie Spcn. cr never smiled. ! flrst caBP ~ m y thftt meant the ruin
It Is a most fortunate dispensation ot lawyer! Why. he was
of Providence that women have no
sense of humor. If they had. they
would laugh at themselves till they
laughed themselves to death. Hero
sat Sallie Spencer, who had volun
tarily made a sacrifice of her comf:>rt
that she might prevent « very fasci
nating woman having her old friend
at her mercies for an evening, and
perhaps eloping with him; anil that
most fascinating woman had carried
off her husband instead. And she
didn't see anything funny in It!
On the contrary, the more I laughed
the more annoyed she grew.
"1 hope.” she said at length, "that
you are enjoying yourself, j am sure
1 don’t see anything funny In the slt-
JAgtion.”
YHhereupon I laughed the harder,
and Vug still laughing, with my mirth
ebbing away in faint chuckles, when
Jack returned.
"Why didn’t you tell me, Max," he
said, "that your friend is so interested
In scimitars? Really, she is the most
Intelligent and appreciative woman I
ever knew."
1 pinched Mrs. jack’s arm as I re
plied: “Yes. she Is very clever, a lot
more interesting than the majority of
these dull women we know who don’t
know a ecimltar from a pickax and
who would use one for cutting their,
corns if they had it.”
Mrs. Jack gave me a reproachful
look over her husband's shoulder, and
T fell behind just long enough to laugh
again.
Poor, Simple Jack.
Our talk was along the same line
when In the limousine on the w i v
home—Jack extolling the widow's
beauty and her wit and I repeating
st every opportunity what a gr. r.
thing It was to meet a woman so
clever.
"I’ll wager, Jack," I said, "that you
Just getting experience getting It at
my expense!” The girl paused as If
exhausted by the vehemence of her
emotion, and at last the sparkling eyes
drooped and the heavy lids closed over
them She swayed a little, so that the
officer tightened big clasp on her wrist.
There followed a few seconds of si
lence. Then Gilder made an effort to
shake off the feeling that had so pos
sessed him, and to aoertaln degree he
succeeded.
"The Jury found you guilty." he as
serted, with an attempt to make his
voice magisterial In its severity.
Mary Was Aroused.
Instantly, Mary was aroused to a new
outburst of protest. Once again her eyes
shot their fires at the man seated be
hind the desk, and she went forward a
stop Imperiously, dragging the officer
in her wake.
"Yes, the Jury found me guilty,” she
agreed, with fine scorn In the musical
cadences of her voice. "Do you know
why? I can tell you, Mr. Glider It was
because they had been out for three
hours without reaching a decision. The
evidence didn’t seem to be quite enough
for some of them, after all. Well, the
Judge threatened to lock them up all
night The men wanted to get home.
The easy thing to do was to find me
guilty, and let It go at that. Was that
fair, do /ou think? And that's not all,
either. Was It fair of you, Mr Glider?
Was It fair of you to come to the court
this morning and tell the judge that T
should be sent to prison as a warning to
others?"
A quick flush burned on the massive
enjoyed Iter more than you have en- i face of the man whom site thus accused,
joyed any woman in years. It must J an <j nis eyes refused to meet her steady
gaze of reproach
"You know!” he exclaimed.
in mo-
Ingenious Prisoners
be a great thing for a mart* like you
to meet a kindred soul like hers. Bhc*
isn’t bound down to the plane of the
commonplace like the women who
keep house and think It is a great feat
to get up a good dinner. Why, that
woman can tell at a glance if a simi
tar came from Adrlanople or Damas
cus! And Isn’t that better, I want
to know, than knowing a chuck steak
from a porterhouse?”
I can count the compliments I pal 1
the widow by the black and blue
marks on my arm, Sallie Spencer giv
ing me a pinch for every one. while
.Tack, on the opposite seat, saw noth
ing and detected no sarcasm in what i daring and Ingenious attempt to es-
1 w as saying. j cape.
Diving together in the same hut,
these men were engaged for years In
digging a secret tunnel from their hut
The girl. standing there no feebly. Fell Oil Unheading' Ears,
seeming Indeed to ding for support to : Attain silence fell for a tense Inter
file man wliu always held her thus Vttl Then, finally, the girl spoke In a
Closely by the wrist, spoke again with different tone Where before her voice
an astonishing clearness, erven with n llad v i branI w1th the t nHt im t of
sort of vivacity, as If she explained complaint against the mockery of jus-
ti-ce under which she suffered, now there
was a deeper note, that of most solemn
truth.
"Mr. Gilder," she said simply, "as God
is my Judge, I am going to prison for
three years for something I didn’t do."*
But the sincerity of her broken cry fell
on unheeding ears. The coarse nature
of the officer had long ago lost what
ever elements of softness there might
have been to develop in a gentler oc
cupation. Ah for the owner of the store,
he was not sufficiently sensitive to feel
the verity In the accents of the speaker.
Moreover, he was a man who followed
the conventional, with never a distrac
tion due to Imagination and sympathy.
Just now, too, he was experiencing a.
keen irritation against himself because
of the manner In which he had been
sensible to the Influence of her protesta
tion. despite his will to the contrary.
That irritation against himself only re
acted against the girl and caused him
to steel his heart to resist any tendency
toward commiseration So this declara
tion of Innocence was made quite In
vain -Indeed, served rather to strength
en his disfavor toward the complainant
and to make his manner harsher when
she voiced the pitiful question over
which she had wondered and grieved.
“Why did you ask the judge to send
me to prison?"
“The thieving that has been going on
in this store for more than a year has
got to stop,” Gilder answered emphati
cally, with all his usual energy of man
ner restored. As he spoke he raised
his eyes and met the girl’s glance fairly.
Thought of the robberies was quite
enough to make him pitiless toward the
offender.
"Sending me to prison won’t stop it,"
Mary Turner said, drearily.
"Perhaps not,” Gilder sternly retorted
"But the discovery and punishment of
the other guilty ones will " His manner
changed to a business-like alertness.
"You sent word to me that you could
tell me how to stop the thefts in the
store. Well, my girl, do this, and, while
I can make no definite promise, I'll see
what can be done about getting you out
of your present difficulty." He picked
up a pencil, pulled a pad of blank paper
convenient to his hand and looked at
the girl expectantly, with aggressive
Inquiry in his gaze. "Tell me now,"
lie concluded, "who were your pals?”
It Was the Last Straw.
The matter-of-fact manner of thfs
man who had unwittingly wronged her
so frightfully was the last straw on the
girl's burden of suffering. Under it. her
patient endurance broke, and she cried
out In a voice of utter despair that
caused Glider to start nervously, and
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‘‘We can’t fight when ladies are conerned,” he went on, ‘‘so if you will just hand over General
Hastings’ letters, why, here’s your money.”
even impelled the stolid officer to a
frown of remonstrance.
"I have no pals!” she*ejaculated, furi
ously. "I never stole anything in my
life. Must I go on telling you over and'
over again?" Her voice rose in a wail
of misery. "Oh, why w’on’t any one
believe me?’’
Gilder was much offended by this
display of an hysterical grief, which
seemed to his phlegmatic temperament
altogether unwarranted by the circum
stances. He spoke decisively:
"Unless you can control yourself, you
must go." He pushed away the pad of
paper and tossed the pencil aside In
physical expression of his displeasure.
"Why did you send that message If you
had nothing to say?" he demanded., w'ith
increasing choler.
‘‘Give Them a Fair Chance.”
But now the girl had regained her
former poise. She stood a little droop
ing and shaken, where for a moment
she had been erect and tensed. There
was a vast weariness in her words as
she answered:
"I have something to tell you. Mr.
Gilder.” she said, quietly. "Only, I—I
sort of lost my grip on the way here,
with this man by my side."
"Most of ’em do, the first time,'' the
officer commented, with a certain grim
appreciation.
“Well?" Gilder insisted querulously, as
the girl hesitated.
At once, Mary went on speaking, and
now a little Increase of vigor trem
bled in her tones.
"When you Bit in a cell for three
months waiting for your trial, as I did,
you think a lot. And, so, 1 got the idea
that if I could talk to you I might be
able to make you understand what’s
really wrong. And if I could do that,
ami so help out the other girls, what
has happened to me would not, after all.
be quite so awful so useless, some
how’." Her voice lowered to a quick
pleading, and she bent tow’ard the man
at the desk "Mr Gilder," she ques
tioned. "do you really want to stop the
girls from stealing?"
"Most certainly I do," came the forci-
was daring to trifie with him. He grew
wrathful over the suspicion, but a se
cret curiosity still held his temper with
in bounds. "What do you mean?” he
repeated; and now the full force of his
strong voice set the room trembling.
The tones of the girl came softly
musical, made more delicately resonant
to the car by contrast with the man’s
roaring
"Why," she said, very gently, “I mean
just this: Give them a living chance to
be honest.”
“A living chance!” The two words
were exploded with dynamic violence.
The preposterousness of the advice fired
Gilder with resentment so pervasive that
through many seconds he found himself
unable to express the rage that flamed
within him.
The girl showed herself undismayed
by his anger.
"Yes," she went on, quietly; "that's
all there is to it. Give them a living
chance to get enough food to eat, and a
decent room to sleep in. and shoes that
will keep their feet off the pavement
winter mornings. Do you think that any
girl wants to steal? Do you think that
any girl wants to risk ?"
By this time, however Gilder had re
gained his powers of speech, and he in
terrupted stormlly:
"And is this what you have taken up
my time for? You want to make a
maudlin plea for guilty, dishonest girls,
when I thought ypu really meant to
bring me facts."
Nevertheless. Mary went on with her
arraignment uncompromisingly. There
was a strange, compelling energy in her
inflections that penetrated even the
pachydermatous officer, so that, though
he thought her raving, he let her rave
on, which was not at all his habit of
conduct, and did indeed surprise him
mightily. As for Gilder, he felt helpless
in some puzzling fashion that was total
ly foreign to his ordinary self. He was
still glowing with wrath over the method
by which he had been victimized Into
giving the girl a hearing. Y r et, despite
his chagrin, he realized that he could
not send her from him forthwith. By
with grave questioning In her violet
eyes. Under the urgency of emotion,
color crept into the pallid cheeks, and
now her face was very beautiful—so
beautiful, indeed, that for a little the
charm of its loveliness caught the man’s
gaze, and he watched her with a new
respect, born of appreciation for her
feminine delightfulness. The impres
sion was tar too brief. Gilder was not
given to esthetic raptures over women.
Always, the business instinct was the
dominent. So, after the short period of
amazed admiration over such unexpected
winsomeness, his thoughts flew back an
grily to the matters whereof she spoke
so ridiculously.
"I don’t, care to discuss these things,"
he declared peremptorily, as the girl re
mained silent for a moment.
“I Change My Policy?”
"And I have no wish to discuss any
thing." Mary returned evenly. "I only
want to give you what you asked for—
facts.” A faint sinlle of reminiscence
curved the girl's lips. "When they first
locked me up.” she explained, without
any particular evidence of emotion, "I
used to sit and hate you."
"Oh, of course!” came the caustic ex
clamation from Gilder.
“And then, I thought that perhaps you
did not understand,” Mary continued;
"that if I were to tell you how things
really are it might be you would change
them somehow."
At this ingenuous statement the own
er of the store gave forth a gasp of sheer
stupefaction.
"I!” he cried, Incredulously. "I change
my business policy because you ask me
to!"
There was something imperturbable in
the quality of the voice as the girl went
resolutely forward with her explanation.
It was as if she were discharging a
duty not to be gainsaid, not to be
thwarted by any difficulty, not even the
realization that all the effort must be
ultimately In vain.
"Do you know how we girls live? But,
of course you don’t!" Three of us in
one room, doing our own cooking over
a two-burner gas stove, and, our own
washing and ironing evenings after be
ing on our feet for nine hours."
The enumeration of the sordid de
tails left the employer absolutely un
moved, since he lacked the imagination
necessary to sympathize actually with
the straining evil of a life such as the
girl had known. Indeed, he spoke with
an air of just remonstrance, as if the
girl’s charges were mischievously faulty.
"I have provided chairs behind the
counters.” he stated.
She Shook Her Head.
There was no especial change in the
girl’s voice as she answered his de
fense. It continued musically low. but
there was in it the insistent note of
sincerity.
"But have you ever seen a girl sitting
in one of them?” she questioned, coldly.
"Please answer me. Have you? Of
course not." she said, after a little
pause, during which the owner had re
mained silent. She shook her head in
emphatic negation. "And do you un
derstand why? It’s simply because
every girl knows that the manager of
her department would think he could get
along without her if he were to see her
sitting down loafing, you know! So,
she would be discharged. All it amounts
to is that, after being on her feet for
nine hours, the girl usually walks home
in order to save car fare. Yes, she
walks, whether sick or well. Anyhow,
you are generally so tired it don’t make
much difference which you are."
Gilder was fuming under these stric
tures, which seemed to him altogether
baseless attacks on himself. His exas
peration steadily waxed against the girl,
a convicted felon, who thus had the au
dacity to beard him.
"What has all this to do with the
question of theft in the store?" he rum
bled, huffily. "That was the excuse of
your coming here. And instead of tell
ing me something, you rant about gas
stoves find car fare."
The inexorable voice went on In its
monotone, as if he had not spoken.
"And, when You are really sick and
have to stop work, what are you doing
to do then? Do you know, Mr. Gilder,
that the flrst time a straight girl steals,
it’s often because she had to have a
doctor—or some luxury' like that? And
some of them do worse than steal. Yes,
they do—girls that started straight and
wanted to stay that way. %But, of course,
some of them get so tired of the whole
grind that—that—”
His Anger Flamed High.
The man who was the employer of
hundreds concerning whom these grim
truths were uttered, stirred uneasily in
his chair, and there came a touch of
color into the healthy brown of his
cheeks as he spoke his protest.
"I’m not their guardian. I can’t w’atch
over them after they leave the store.
They are paid the current rate of wages
—as much as any other store pays.”
As he spoke, the anger provoked by this
unexpected assault on him out of the
mouth of a convict flamed high in vir
tuous repudiation. "Why,” ho went on
vehemently, "no man living does more
for his employees than I do. Who gave
the girls their fine rest rooms upstairs?
I did! Who gave them the cheap lunch
rooms? I did!"
"But you won’t pay them enough to
live on!” The very fact that the words
w’ere spoken without any trace of ran
cor merely made this statement of ip-
disputable truth obnoxious to the man,
who was stung to more savage resent
ment in asserting his impugned self-
righteousness.
"I pay them the same as the other
stores do," he repeated, sullenly.
Yet once again the gently cadenced
voice gave answer, an answer informed
wdth that repulsive insistence to the man
who sought to resist her indictment of
him.
"But you won’t pay them enough to
live on." The simple lucidity of the
charge forbade direct reply.
Gilder betook himself to evasion by
harking back to the established ground
of complaint.
"And so you claim that you were
forced to steal. That's the plea you
make for yourself and your friends.”
To Be Continued Monday.
Little Bobbie’s
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A MONG the prisoners in the French
x convict settlement of New Calo-
| donia were two marine engineers who
not long ago received a pardon
strange as 1t may seem—for making
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When a man has a fad, he becomes j
insane on that subject. Here was a I
man whose fad was making him sp
insane It had led him to draw com
parisons unfavorable to his wife; a
woman who hud always regarded his
fad as something harmless because 1:
kept him out of greater mischief. And
she had seen In it nothing more.
1 was not at all surprised this morn
ing, while engaged In my hourly exer
cise of rescuing Manette’s brown-eyed
pup from larger dogs, and later in
rescuing her kittens from the brown
eyed pup, to he called to the telephone
and to hear Mrs. Spencer asking mo
to come right over. She wanted to
have a talk with me
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Then with infinite pains they built
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they completed their task.
Everything was ready except the
provisioning of the vessel, when thry
were betrayed by a fellow convict t »
whom they had confided their plan.
But so impressed was the French
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The lawn was the largest and the
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"The people around here will all sit
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Finding Out
Mrs. Fibbins found out which one
glanced at her hat when they passed
her on the street.
It was terrilfle!
Mrs. Fibbins began to think up
other ways to Impress her neighbors.
She gave gigantic parties. Every time
she caught sight of a neighbor afoot
she made a point of whizzing by
that neighbor In an automobile. If
any one entertained a celebrity she
got a bigger celebrity If there was
a pretty girl visiting anywhere in the
neighborhood she g'ot a prettier girl
to visit her.
It all did no good. The neighbors
continued to treat Mrs. Fibbins as if
she were a patron of a fashionable
restaurant and they were the haughty
and exclusive waiters. Mrs. Fibbins
realized that she was out of It. She
was filled with anguish and despair.
At last she spoke to Fibbins about
it. Fibbins was a man of resource.
More than that, he knew human na
me. Fibbins said it was easy. Leave
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Soon after that Mrs. Fibbins’ serv
ants all left her at once, bag and bag-
f the neighbors ha.i the most serv- sa*e. They held their noses in the
• air and made quite a procession,
ants and how many that neighbor had. J There was a considerable stir in the
Then she
took up
herself got more,
tlie question of
V\
was
Next she j neighborhood ov r this affair. Sev-
hats in! cral neighbors looked in the direc-
, .. ... • tion of the Flbbins home. Mrs Fib-
order that nothin* might be left un-. bins saw theni , ook ani , she Voiced.
done she y<>t a hat that could not be | Then the Flbbins water pipes
equaled lor being disproportioned. un-J burst. Water flooded the house and
gainlv. uncomfortable and generally j >;"?• and the " fr t °Jf alu J " ,ad « a
| dreadful mess. At this catastrophe
absurd. No neighbor bad a bat that ( me mansion and grounds of the Fib-
could touc h it in any of these re-; binses were observed by all th« neigh
bors. The men looked eagerly as they
neighbor deigned to passed and the women devoted all
'ti<»n of Mrs Fibbins’ their spare moments to sitting at
Nut a neighbor their upper windows with opera
s peels.
But never a
look in the dir'
establishment.
glasses, closely observing the devasta
tion.
Fibbins and Mrs. Fibbins emerged
from their front door to go to a res
taurant to dine. Coming in contact
with the ice, their feet slipped and
they were precipitated to the ground.
In a sitting posture they glided
swiftly along the icy incline to the
gate. Mrs. Fibbins’ hat came down
over her eyes like a landslide. Finally
they struggled to their feet and went
limping away.
Every house In the neighborhood
was alive to the incident. A repre
sentative from each hastened to Fib
bins and Mrs. Fibbins and asked
them to come right in and make that
house their headquarters while their
water pipes were being fixed.
The ice was broken at last! Fibbins
and Mrs. Fibbins had become ac
quainted with their neighbors!
"You are a wonderful man!" said
Mrs. Fibbins afterward in the tone
of deepest admiration.
"I knew it would be easy." said
Fibbins, "but I excited their sympa
thy and gave them a chance to con
gratulate themselves that our misfor
tunes were hot theirs.”
To Brighten Carpets
To brighten a carpet, take five or
six large potatoes and scrape them
finely into a pail of water. Stir, then
strain. Wring out a cloth in the water
and rub the carpet. Rinse the cloth
as soon as soiled. Should soot fall un
a carpet, sprinkle dry salt thickly over
it. leave it for a few minutes, then
brush up. No trace of the soot wiil
remain.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
P A took Ma & me to a moving
picture show last nlte. I’a sed
that it was going to be a grate
show bekaus Mister Art BeringeH
sent all the way to New York for rho
picters, & he wanted us to go espesh-
ully to see a grate drama called
Queenie, the Quarry Man's Daughter.
So we went to the show' St all the
time thay was showing the first pic**
ters Pa kep telling Ma & me to waits
until they had the stone quarry pic-
ter. I saw the rehearsal of it this
forenoon, Ha sed, & it is a pretty
stoyy. It seems that the father of ♦
the gurl Queenie is a honest man So
he does not like the gurls sweet
heart, a Italian with a lot of munny
that is going to marry her or fore
close the mortgage on the stone
quarry. It is a grate plot, Pa sed, Si
the reason I am so much interested
in it is beekaus 1 used to be a ston$
quarry man myself.
What Pa Said.
You did? sed Ma.
Yes, yes, sed Ha. I used to be
known as one of the most powerful
cutters & lifters of stone that w'as
ewer in this seckshun of the coun
try. 1 have often thought, Pa sed,
wen looking back oaver those old
days, that I must have been living
in a long ago age. 1 have often
thought wen I was lifting blocks of
stone about twenty feet long that I
was a quarry slave in the days wen
Mister Potolmy helped me to bild the
pyramids. Pa sed.
Jest then the picter beegan about
Queenie, the stone quarry man’s
daughter. It showed a big stone
quarry scene ware all the men
was hurrying around and lifted
rocks into wagons. Then it showed
the Italian man wich was going to
marry Queenie, & thare w'as a sceen
ware she spurned him. Then he
toald her, in the picter. that he had
a mortgage on her father’s quarry
St how he was going to sell it if she
dident becum his bride.
The heero of the play was a yung
Irishman that was handling a pick.
Beeing a Irishman, he had a lot of
time to lissen to the talk between
Queenie & the villun, beekaus he
would swing the pick onst & then he
wud lite his pipe St lissen for a min-
nit or so. it then he wud swing his
pick onst moar & lite his pipe long
enuff to git the rest of the terribul
story. Then the Irishman went oaver
& slammed Queenie’s lover in the
mouth or amongst the’ eyes or sum-
war, & then cairn the reevenge. Wen
Queenie had went to git her father's
lunch the villun stole sum dinamit^
St cairn beehind ware the yung Irish
man was picking with his pick & put 1
the dinamite under the stone & blow
the w r hole lot of it oaver onto the
Irishman.
‘‘I Was Strong,” Said Pa.
Then he ran away & sed with Pat
rick McCullicu'ddy out of the way the
quarry shall be mine. But thep
Queenie eaim back & started in try
ing to lift the rocks away, but she
cuddent stir any of them until her
skreems attracktod her pa, & he caim
on the sceen & beegran to throw the
rocks rite & left. Ha. sed Pa, that
reeminds me of the way I used to
throw those grate masses of granite
into the wagons of the teamsters. X
was so strong in those days, sed Pa,
that I had to be careful putting on
my clothes for feer 1 wud tare them.
But Ma & me found out to-day that
Pa was lying, beekaus Ma’s cuzzin is
a quarry man. Jimmie Trudden, &
wen Ma asked him if Pa ewer lifted a
rock Mister Trudden, wicli had known
Pa since childhood, sed Yes. he used
to lift rocks wen they wasent too
heavy to throw at chipmunks. Ma
gaiv me a quarter if I wud tell Pa
wat Mister Trudden sed. I dident
dast to tell Pa, but I got the quarter
first, anyhow.
Man or Piano?
The daughter of the house had ; ist
returned from a visit to her cousins,
during which she had become ’en
gaged to a rising young man whom
she had met at the home of her rela
tives. To her mother she was extoll,
ing the virtues of her intended.
“Oh, mother," she exclaimed, “he's
just grand! So square, so upright;
so highly polished! Why, even in his
notes there is such a sympathetic ton®
that sometimes I wonder if I am not
reading the music of the gods."
"Mercy's sake, child!” interrupted
mother. "Are you talking about a
young man or a piano?”
Can’t You See?
Tutter—Awfully pretty babv of
yours. Bender, but—er—what is it, a,
boy or a gi-rl ? 1
Bender—Can’t you tell it’s a girl?
"No. How on earth do you tell?"
“Can't you see? She’s reaching up
to put her mother's hat on straight.”
Some Trouble!
Junior—I hear Briggs got into a
lot of trouble with that girl he was
going with.
Soph—Yes. How’s that?
Junior—He married her. r
Household Suggestions
The best method of keeping small
screws, brads and tacks from-rusting
is to place them in small, wide
mouthed bottles, tightly corked. The
bottle should be perfectly dry before
using. Sandpaper can be kept dry
and in good working condition by
rolling it and keeping it in a wide
mouthed jar and screwing down the
lid.
When cream is only slightly sour
it may be made delicious to serve
with puddings, etc., in the following
way: Put it into a basin with the
juice of a lemon and a tablespoonful
of sugar, and whip until quite snilT.
This treatment makes it excellent, and
increases the quantity at the same
time.
If you want to patch your window
blinds, don't sew on the patches. In
stead. T'a^tP them on with hot starch
and press down a warm Iron. They
will look neater than if sewn, be
cause the stitches would be appar
ent. whereas a pasted-on patch is al
most invisible.
Before putting curtain hooks in cur
tains In damp weather, rub the pins
with a clean, oily rag. It prevents
them rusting and tearing the cur
tain, and they can be taken in and
out more easily.
Save all odd bits of twine’, knot
them together, then knit with steel
needles * into pieces about a foot or
more square. These make excellent
dish cloths for saucepans and pie
dishes.
FOR NERVOUS DYSPEPSIA
Ta'se Horsford * Acid Phosphate
Sufferers from ax Id stomach, nausea or
headache will flml this tonic beverage a grate
ful relief. - tadv.)
Makes Muscle, Bone and Flesh
And that’s what your growing children need—give
them Faust Spaghetti often and they will surely
wax strong and brawny.
A 10c package of Faust Spaghetti contains as
much nutrition as 4 lbs. of beef—ask your
doctor.
SPAGHETTI
is made from Durum (hard) wheat,
the rich gluten cereal. Makes fine
eating—deliciousand savory. Write
for free recipe book and find out
the great variety of delightful
dishes Faust Spaghetti makes.
At all Grocer*’—Sc and 10c Packages
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