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I . ‘Tpiurie *IIriliL PA 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 Copyright. 1913, by the H. K. Fly C pany. 'I he play "Within the law is 1 had affected his own, so that through a copyrighted by Mr. \ pillar and this . , . novel teation of It is published by his few hurrying second* lie felt himself permission The American Hay Corn- somehow guilty of wrong against this pany Is the sole proprietor of the ox- ^irl, *<> f ra nk aml*so rebuking elusive rights of the representation ... . 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 IV TODAY’S "What’s the* INSTALLMENT. ' / 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 t x ‘‘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 Pa 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 :: ] Brea king t be ! iCC ! 1 ^ Complete Short Story * • 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 KODAKS The Best Finishing Inl»ro- ing That Can Be Produoctf * East msii KUnu and ortn- ptwle stork axestaur suppHea. Quick mull sente** for out-of-town customers Send for Catalog and Price Ll«t A. K. HAWKES CO. *°PA* 14 Whitehall St., Atlanta. Ga to the beach. At the end of the tun nel they hollowed out a chamber, in which, with pieces of driftwood and little bits of steel and iron smuggled Into the hut. they fashioned a boat, the metal being at flrst used to make tools and afterward to form bolts and rivets. Then with infinite pains they built an engine to propel the boat, and afr. er laboring mightily for neven years 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 commandant by their marvelous en ergy, skill and patience that he man aged, after a year, to obtain a pardon for them. ESTABL 1 HEO 23 YEARS ' DR.E.G. GRIFFIN’S \ j SATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS 3 BEST WORK AT LOWEST PRICES , 1 All Work Guaranteed. Aliens irs 8 to 6-Phrne M. 17CS-Sunda Whitehall S‘. Over Brown <s W jHEN the last carpenter had put the last touches on the last extra job—for which there were extra charges- and the last pairfter had done his final finishing- up and the landscape gardener had made his farewell tour, and the bills had all been paid, Mrs. Flbbins stood at the window of her new home and surveyed the surrounding homes with the deepest possible satisfaction. Her residence was beyond question the finest In the neighborhood. The structure was the tallest in sight; the cornices stuck out the worst; its ar chitecture had the newest, homeliest and most mixed design, and the orna ments were the craziest imaginable. The lawn was the largest and the flower beds were the gaudiest of any in that part of the city. Yes, the place was a triumph! Mrs. Flbbins was naturally delighted. "The people around here will all sit up and take notice!" she said to her self, smiling happily. 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 it to him. 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! 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