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A Bachelor's
Diarv
A Powerful Story of
i Adventure, Intrigue and Love
WITHIN THE LAW
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play of BAYARD VEILLER
Bv MAX.
M ARCH 26 I comforted myself
during that long period at the
dinner table when the widow
■'•"voted herself to Jack Spencer with
the reflection that at least 1 would g*t
to put her on her train. I listened ab
stractedly to Jack's stories about his
collection of scimitars with my mind
busy planning all I wanted to say.
She v.g n't going far; perhaps, I could
arrange to follow her in a day or two,
and spend a day with her. Perhaps—*
who knows” «he might make love to
me as violently as when we were in
Florida In the w inter.
The thought of such delicious dan
ger thrilled me, and l was glad when
we started back to the station.
We had reached the waiting room,
and Jack, who sef tried extremely offi
cious, I thought, had sent me 10 the
• heck room for Mrs. Rrown's hand
hag. where I had to stand In line fully
1 r* minutes' It was annoying, of
> oursi. but in a few minutes. I
thought, I would have the widow to
myself, and that would make up for a
affeat dea'
A Surprise
Judge of Ym surprise, Diary, when
I returned, to have Jack grab the bag
front my hand, saying. In the coolest,
most matter-of-fact way, I'll . put
Mrs. Brown on her train. Max I
want to tell her the story of that
weimitgr I picked up in Tokio. You
stay here with Sal lie."
'•’here w as a hurried handshake with
me. a 1 enewed recital of tin pleasure
-he had experienced In meeting Mrs.
spencer, and the widow was gone!
F'or a moment I was dazed | gazed
blankly after them. Jack, leaning over
Lie widow, as they walked, as if he
had found a long lost possession, and
'as afraid if his eyes were removed
iip would lose it: then my eyes
turned to Mrs. Spencer
She didn't look bewildeied, but on
her face there was the slightest sus
picion of a frown. Plainly, she was
mad. but, just as plainly, she was too
diplomatic to show it. even to me.
Then the humor of the situation
Hashed over me, ami
What Has Gone Before
.Mary Turner, a beautiful and refined girl, worked in the great Gli
der store in New York.
There had been thefts in the at ore They had been traced eventu
ally to a i »*rtain department, that in which Mary worked The detective
.s a <rt. Some valuable silks were missed Search followed immedi
ate!' The goods were found in Mary * locker. That was enough. She
wav charged with the theft She protested innocence—only to be laugh
ed at in derision by her accusers Every thief declares innocence. Mr.
Gilder himself was emphatic against her The thieving had been long
continued An example must be made. The girl wbs arrested. The
jury found her guilt\ and she was 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 Gilder has gone to court, that one of the girls was ar
rested for stealing.
"And Dad went to court to get hj62* out of the m rape!" < ries Dick.
That’s Just like the old man "
Now Go On With the Story
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 to justice
some inexplicable spell she bound him
impotent
"We work nine hoUra a day." the quiet
voice went on. a curious pathos in the
rich tihibre 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 r.oom rent and car fare That s
another fact, isn’t it?"
Mary regarded the owner of thfl store
novelizatlon • *f it Is published by bis
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TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"What's the use of all this pretense?"
he demanded, sharply "You were given
a fair trial, and there> an end of it.
The girl, standing there so feebly,
seeming indeed to cling for support to
the man who always held tier thus
closely by the wrist, spoke again with
an astonishing clearness, even with a
sor t of vivacity. as if she explained
easily something otherwise in doubt
“Oh. no, I wasn’t'” she contradicted
bluntly, w.tli a singular confidence of
assertion. "Why. if the trial had been
fair, T shouldn't he 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 Hung they all say."
But the girl went on speaking flerce-
1 I V?£ !>'• impervious to the man's coarse
sear next to hers, overcome with i , u - u t
laughter t believe I houled I kuou " arcaBm ’ h£r eycK ' which liari ,le '’' ,ene ' 1
I shrieked, ;<»d .-hook, and 1 know that almoal twi'le. Bltll fixed piercingly on
others around me looked as if I might! Gilder, who, for some reason wholly
Lave go/ie suddenly insane, while on ! Inexplicable to him. felt himself strange-
1 Lc faces of some there appeared a ly disturbed under that regard,
yvnipfithetic grin. I hadn’t laughed ! "Do vou cull it fair when the lawyer
I „ 'L'n-ThL!"': T,,, t ".f nty ! J had waa onl> a boy-one whom the
down chucks. 1 Hurt' through K 1 cour ' ,0,d nle Ull4e a boy ,r - vln * hls
Gallic Spencer never smiled first case my case, that meant. Hie ruin
L is a most fortunate dispensation ! rnv Hfe? My lawyer! Why, he waa
• I Proyidt in « that women have :io just getting experience- getting it at
°* humor h they had, they my expense"' The girl paused as if
1 ' la,, RL at themselves till they exhausted bv the vehemence of her
Soon ir Heir- em0t | 0 „ ant j a t j aa t the sparkling eyes
■ bailie spencer, who had volun- i , , . 41
in l ily made a .sacrifice of her comfort, i d,oopet1 an( * ,llP heavv ,lda over
that she might prevent a very fasti- them. She swayed s little, so that the
noting woman having her old friend j officer tightened his clasp on her wrist,
at her mercies for an evening, and
perhaps eloping with him; and that
most fascinating woman had carried
off her husband instead. And she
didn’t see anything funny in it!
Qn the contrary, the more 1 laughed
th< more annoyed she grew.
"I hope.’' she said a I length, ”thn;
you are enjoying yourself, r am sure
. J don't sec anything funny In the sit -
ufTtJon "
WTHh/eupon I laughed the harder,
and wafer still laughing, w ith my mirth
ebbing away in faint ( buckles, when
Jack returned.
"Why didn’t you tell rne, Max," tie
H .I, "that your friend Is so intei'emed „, p Imperiously
selmltars Really, she Is the most , ' ,
intelligent and appreciative woman I
, ver knew." "Yes, ihe jury found me guilty
I pinched Mrs. Jack's amt as I
• plied: "Yes. she is very clever, a lot*
more interesting than the majority cf
those dull women wo know who don't
know a scimitar from a pickax and
who would use one for cutting their
corns if they had it."
Mrs. .Tack gave me a reproachful
look over he*- husband's shoulder, and
Mary Was Aroused.
Instantly. Mary was aroused to a new
outburst of protest. Once again her eyes
shot their (ires at the man seated be
hind the desk, and she went forward a
diagging the officer
she
agreed, with fine scorn in the musical
cadences of her voice "Do you know
wlvyV t 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
1 fell behind Just long enough to laus'i night. The men wanted to get home.
(gain
Poor. Simple Jack.
Our talk was along the same lin•
when in the limousine on the w iv
home -Jack extolling the widow's
beauty and her wit and I repeating
«t every opportunity what a gres.
thing it was to meet a woman so
elevei
I’ll wager. Jack." I said, "that you
• -njoyed her more than you have en
joyed* any woman in years. It must
be a great thing for a man like you
to meet a kindred soul like bets. She
sn’t bound down to the plane of th
• ommonplace like the women whj
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 situ I-
tai came from Adrianopie or Damas
cus! And Isn't that better. 1 want
to know, than knowing a chhck steak
from a. porterhouse""
1 can count the compliments 1 pal l
the widow by the black and blue
marks on my arm, Sal lie Spencer giv
ing me a pinch for every one, while
lack, on the opposite seat, saw noti
ng and detect'^! no sarcasm in ulnt
1 was saying
When a man has a fad. he becomes
mgane on that subject. Here was a
man whose fad w«« making him so
!fisan» ft had led him to draw cout-
ngnsdns ‘unfavorable to his wife, c
woman who had always regarded hi"
tad as something harmless because it
kept him out of greater mischief. And
she had been in it nothing mote.
1 was nelt at all surprised tills morn
ing. while engaged in my hourly ev -
«-ise of rescuing Manette's brown-eyed
pub from larger dogs, and later m
rescuing he kittens from the brown-
cxwd pup. to be called to the telephoto
and to hear Mrs. Spencer asking mt
to . ome ’ight oxer. She wanted to
have a talk with me
Copyright. Iftlfe. by the II K. Ely <’om- I mentary consternation Again her mood
nau.v The play ‘‘Within the ,<aw ” had affected his own. so that through a
•opvrighisd bv Mr \ eiller and this . . ,
- few hurrying seconds he felt himself
somehow guilty of wrong against this
girl, frank and so rebuking
' f heard you in the court room," she
said "The dock isn't very far from Ihe
bench where you spoke to the Judge
about my case. Yes, r heard you. It
wasn't. Did I do it" Or didn’t I do It?
No; it was only that i must be made a
warning to others."
Fell on Unheading Ears
Again silence fell for a tense inter
val Then, finally, the girl spoke in a
different tone Where before her voice
had been vibrant with the instinct of
complaint against the mockery of jus
tice under which she suffered, now there
was a deeper note, that of moat solemn
truth.
"Mr. Gilder," she said simply, "as God
ia my judge. I am going to prison for
three years for something T 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 fn a gentler oc
cupation A* for the owner of the store,
he Ivas 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 doe 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 th© 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,” Glider 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
1 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,”
he concluded, "who were your pals?”
It Was the Last Straw.
The matter-of-fact manner of this
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 1n a voice of utter despair that
caused Gilder to start nervously, and
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 acerlain degree he
ucceeded.
"The jury found you guilty," he as
serled. with an attempt to make his
voice magisterial iri its severity
The easy thing to do was to find me
guilty, and let it go at that. Was that
fair, do you think? And that’s not all,
either. Was it fair of you, Mr. Gilder?
Was it fair of you to come to the court
this morning and tell the judge that 1
should he sent to prison as a warning to
others?"
A quick flush burned on the massive
face of the man whom she thus accused,
and hla eyes refused to meet her steady
gaze of reproach.
"You know ” he exclaimed, in mo-
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.
“T have no pals!" she ejaculated, furi
ously. "T never stole anything in my
life. Must 1 go on telling you over and
over again?" Her voice rose in a wail
of misery. "Oh, why won 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, with
increasing choler.
“Give Them a Fair Chance.’’
B»f 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 irvy grip on the way here,
with this man by m.v 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 yon sit in a cell for three
months waiting for your trial, as I did,
you think a lot. And, so, T got the idea
that if I could talk to you f might be
able to make you understand what’s
really wrong And if I could do that,
and 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 toward 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 trifle with him. He grew
wrathful over the suspicion, but a se
cret curiosity still held hls 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 ear 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 tt. 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 hls powers of speech, and he in
terrupted stormily:
"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 you really meant to
bring me facts."
Nevertheless. Mary went on with her
arraignment uncompromisingly. There
w£s 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 Yet, 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 suoh 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 l have no wish to discuss an>
thing. Mary returned evenly. "I only
want to give you what you asked for—
facts " A faint smile 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 1 wers to tell you how things
really are it might be you would change
theni somehow."
At this ingenuous statement the own
er of the store gave forth a gasp of sheer
stupefaction.
"f!" 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 1 lie 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 hls de
fense It continued musically low. but
ihere 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 and 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 first 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. Y*es,
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 watch
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," he went on
vehemently, "no man. living does more
for his employees than 1 do. Who gave
the girls their fine rest rooms upstairs?
I did! Who gave them the cheap lunch
rooms? r did!"
"But you won t pay them enough to
live on!" The very fact that the words
were spoken without any trace of ran
cor merely made this statement of in
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
with 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. t
"And so you claim that you were
forced to steal. That's the plea you
make for yourself and your friends.”
To Bs Continued Monday.
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W
HEN the last carpenter had put
the last touches on the last
extra job—for which there
were eytra charges and the last
painter had done his final finishing-
up, and the landscape gardener had
made his farewell tour, and the bills
had all been paid. Mrs. Fibbins stood
at the window of her new- home and
surveyed the surrounding home? 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 Fibbins
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
of the neighbors had the most serv
ants and how many that neighbor had.
Then she herself got more Next she
took up the question of hats. In
order that nothing might be left un
done she got a hat that could not be
equaled for being dispropottioned. un
gainly, uncomfortable and generally
absurd. No neighbor had a hat that
tould touch it in an\ of the«c re-
ot.«
But level * neighboi deigned to
look in ;he direction ♦.f Mrs. Fibbins’
estsPJUi limcn u Not a neighbor
glanced at her hat w'hen they passed
her on the street.
It was terrible!
Mrs. Fibbins began to think up
other waxs to impress her neighbors.
She gave gigantic parties Every time
she caught «ight of a neighbor afoot
she made a point of whizzing by
that neighbor In an automobile. If
any on^ entertained a celebrity she
got a bigger celebrity If there was
a pretty girl visiting anywhere in the
neighborhood she got a prettier girl
to visit her
It all old 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 angui6h and despair.
At last she spoke to Fibbins about
it. Fibbins was a man of resource.
More than that, he knew human na-
ure Fibbins said it was easy Leave
it to him.
Soon after that Mrs. Fibbins' serv
ants all left hep-at once, bag and bag
gage. They held their noses in the
ai»- and made quite a procession.
There was a considerable stir in the
neighborhood over this affair. Sev
eral neighbors looked in the direc-
\ tion of the Fibbins home. Mrs Fib
bins saw them look, and site rejoiced.
Then the Fibbins water pipes
burst Water flooded the house and
the yard, and then froze and made a
j dreadful mess. At this catastrophe
i the mansion and grounds of the Fib-
I binses were observed by all the neigh
bors The men looked eagerly as they
passed and the women devoted ail
their spart- moments to sitting at
their uppet windows with opera
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 w’ere 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 corns 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 1 excited their sympa
thy and gave them a chance to con
gratulate themselves that our misfor
tunes w r ere not theirs.”
To Brighten Carpets
To brighton a oarpet, take five or
*lx large potatoes and scrape them
finely into a. pail of water. Stir, then
strain. Wring out a cloth in the watar
and rub the carpet. Rinse the cloth
as soon as soiled. Should soot fall on
a carpet, sprinkle dry salt thickly over
it. leave it for a few minutes, then
brush up. Xo trace of the soot wi'l
remain.
Little Bobbie’s
Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
P A took Ma & me to a moving
picture show last nite. Va sed
that it was going to be a grate
show bekaus Mister Art Berlngei*
sent all the way t# New York for the
plcters. & 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 & all the
time thay was showing the first plo-
ters Pa kep telling Ma & me to wait
until they had the stone quarry plc-
tet I saw the rehearsal of it this
forenoon, Pa sed, & it is a pre^y
story. It seems that the father of (
the gurl Queenie is a honest ma® &
he does not like the gurl's sweet
heart, a Italian with a lot of munny
that is going to many her or fore,
close the mortgage on the stone
quarry. It is a grate plot. Pa sed. &
the reason 1 am so much interested
in ii is beekaus I used to be a Etnne
quarry man myself. '
What Pa Said.
You did? sed Ma
Yes. yes, sed Pa I used tr> be
known as one of the most powerful
cutters & lifters of stone that was
ewer in this seckshun of the coun
try. I have often thought, Pa sed
wen looking back oawer those old
days, that 1 must have been living
in a long ago age I have often
thought wen I was lifting blocks of
stone about twenty feet Tong that I
was a quarry slave In the days wen
Mister Potolm.v helped me to biid 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 was a sceen
ware she spurned him. Then he
toald her. in the picter, that he had
a mortgage on her father’s quarry
& 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
Beelng 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 & lissen for a min-
nit or so, & 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 Queenies lover in the
mouth or amongst the eyes or sum-
war. & then calm the reevonge. Wen
Queenie had went to git her father's
lunch the villun stole sum dinamit©
& cairn beehind ware the yung Trish-f
man was picking with his pick & put
the dinamlte under the stone & blew
the whole lot of it oaver onto the
Irishman.
“I Was Strong.’’ Said Pa
Then he ran away & sed with Pat
rick McGullicuddy out of the way the
quarry shall be mine. But then
Queenie calm back & started in try-'
ingr to lift the rocks away, but she
euddent stir any of them until her
skreems attrackted her pa, & he caim
on the sceen & hee^a n to throw the
rocks rite & left. Ha, sed Pa, that
reeminds me of the way I used to
throw those prate masses of granite
into the wagtms of the teamsters, t
was so strong in those days, sed Pa.
that I had to be careful putting on
my clothes for feer i wud tare them.
But Ma & me found out to-day that
Pa was lying, beekaus Ms's cuzzin is
a quarry man, Jimmie Trudden. f.
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 iu*t
returned from a visit to her coubins,
during which she had become en
gaged to a rising young man whom
Bhe 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 *
lust grand! So square, so upright;
so highly polished! Why, even in hls
notes there is such a sympathetic tone
that sometimes I wonder if 1 am not
reading the music of the gods.”
"Mercy's sake, child!" interrupte 1
mother. "Are you talking about a
young man or a piano?”
Can’t You See?
Tutter—Awfully pretty bahv of
yours. Bender, but—er—what is it, a
boy or a girl? )
Bender—Can’t you tell it’s a girl?
Vo. How on earth do you tell?”
"Can’t you &pp? She’s res.ching up
to put hpr mother's hat on straight.”
Some Trouble!
Junior—J hear Briggs got intn a,
lot of trouble with that girl he was
going with.
Soph—Yes How’s that?
Junior—He married her. i
The best method of keeping small
screws, brad© 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
wax: Put it into a basin with the
juice of a lemon and a tablespoonful
of sugar, and whip until quite Seifi'. I
This treatment makes it excellent, and
im **a?e.« the quantit> at the same
time.
If you want to patch your window I
blinds, don't sevx on the patches. In j
stead, paste them on with hot star h ,
and press wewc # warm iron. The} <
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 ail 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.
Makes Muscle, Bone and Flesh
And that’s what your growing children need—give
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wax strong and brawny.
A 10c package ot Faust Spaghetti contains as
much nutrition as 4 lbs. of beef—ask your
doctor.
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l'f.uiache will find ihts tonic bsver«#« a #ra e
fui relief —tadvj
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the rich gluten cereal. Makes fin<
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for free recipe book and find ou
the great variety of delightfu
dishes Faust Spaghetti makes.
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