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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 permission. The American Plav Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex . lusive rights of the representation and performance of "Within the l«aw” in all languages * 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. Ingenious Prisoners ®5 KODAKS The Bee* Mg (■!•*]- Ing That Go Be Fasttnar. Fllau *nd <*-a©- PteVf *roe> SDtwir *yrpu«*. Quldr mall swr*r« Sr out-of-town -oatcnTers Send for Catalog and Price Ltat. A. K. 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Then wit a infinite pains they built an engine to propel the boat, and aft er laboring mightily for seven years they completed their task Everything was read' except the j provisioning of the vessel, when th?y j were betrayed by a fellow convict to I whom they had confided their plan. | But so ini pressed was the French j commandant by their marvelous en- ; «•: gy. skill and patience that he man* I tged, after a year, to obtain a pardon 1 for t hem FTSTABI * r HEO 23 YEARS .DR.E.G. GRIFFIN’S GATE CITY DENTAL ROOMS BEST WORK AT LOWEST PRICES AM Work Guaranteed. -tour* g to 4 Phene M. 1708 Sunday® P-1 Whitehall St. Over Brown A Allen# :: 1 Brea kii t he 1 CC 11 A Complete Short Story * • 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? 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