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A Bachelor’s
Diary
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Intrigue and Love
WITHIN THE LAW
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play of BAYARD VEILLER
By MAX.
M ARCH 26.—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 wq/^I get
to put her on her train. 1 11 atoned ab
stractedly to Jack’s stories about his
collection of scimitars with my mind
busy planning all I wanted to say.
She waon’t going far. perhaps, I could
arrange to follow her in a day or two,
and spend a day with her. Perhaps—
w'ho knows ?—she might make love to
me as violently as when we were in
Florida in the winter.
The thought of such delicious dan
ger thrilled me, and I was glad when
we started hack to the station
We had reached the waiting room,
and Jack, w'ho seemed extremely offi
cious, I thought, had sent me to the
check room for Mrs. Brown's hand
bag, where l had to stand In line fully
16 minute* It was annoying, of
course, but in a few minutes. I
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 the coolest,
most matter-of-fact way, “i’ll p
Mrs. Brown on her train. Max.
What Has Gone Before
Mary Turner, a beautiful and refined girl, worked in the great Gil
der store in New York.
There had been thefts in the afore They had been traced eventu
ally to a certain department, that m which Mary worked. The detective
was alert. Some valuable silks were missed. Search followed immedi
ately. The goods were found in Mary’s locker. That was enough. She
was charged w ith 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 was arrested. The
jury found her guilty and she wrn9 sentenced to prison for three jears.
Dick Gilder, the store proprietor’.** son, return 1 - unexpectedly from
Europe because he was homesick for his father. The latter’s secretary
tells him that Air. Oflder 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 E>ick
That’s Just like the old man."
Now Go On With the Story
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copyrighted "by 5 ' Mr ‘ 1 ' md affect * 1 hl * "> a » through a
novellzatlon < f it Is published by his hurrying seconds he felt himself
permission. The American Play Com- somehow guilty of wrong against this
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elusive lights or the representation h
and performance of “Within the Ijuw"
in all languages.
hie 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 vociferate*!*
with rising indignation. There was an
added hostility in his demeanor, for it
seemed to him that this thief of his
goods whom lie had brought to justice
some inexplicable spell she bound him
impotent.
“We work nine hours a day,” the quiet
voice went on. a curious pathos in the
rich timbre of it; / “nine hours a day,
for six days in the week. That’s a
fact, isn't it? And the trouble is, an
honest girl can't live on $6 a week.
She can’t do it, and:buy food and clothes,
and pay room rent and car fare. That’s
another fact, isn’t it?’’
Mary regarded the owner of the store
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"1 heard you In the court room,” she
said “The dock Isn't very far from the
mnn A V’U imCTAIT uput bench where you spoke to the Judge
I UUA i *> li\M AbLJUcjn i . about my case Yes, I heard you Ir /
“What’s th use of all this pretense?’ wasn’t; Did I do It? Or didn’t I do It?
ut he demanded, sharply. “You were given R wa-s only that I must be made a j
I a fair trial, and there’s an end of it.’’ warning to others
want to tell her the story of that The girl, standing there so feebly. Fell On Unheading; E&I'S. f
TOkI °' Y °" " eemln * ! ln ' l ” wl ,llnB fHr support 1,1 Again alienee fell for a terse inter-
6 S u ner nltiwallH. ... ... the man who always held her thus Va) »nu en « na ii v thft , , , ,
There was a hurried handshake with , . . . . lrn t ntn. nnanj. tne g.ri spoke In a
me, a renewed recital of the pleasure 1 clo " ,|v ' hy »"* wr ""’ ! *‘ M,ko »*»"• »*"’ different tone Where before her voice
she had experienced In meeting Mrs an astonishing clearness, even with a had been vibrant with the Instinct of
Spencer, and the widow was gone' 'son of vivacity, as If she explained eomplalnt against the mockery of Jus-
Kor a moment I was dared. 1 gazed easily something otherwise In doubi UM( jer which she suffered row there
blankly after them. Jock, learning over "Oh. no. I wasn't!” she contradicted waH H deeper no , e> „ m , „ f moat 8clemll
the widow, as they walked, aw if he bluntly, with a singular confidence ol tniJ j,
had found a long lost possession, and ; asBer(lon . -why, )f the trial had been
was afraid if his eyes were removed
he would lose it; then my eyes
turned to Mr?. 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 to*'
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
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 tieree-
1>. impervious to the man’s coarse
sarcasm, her eyes, which had deepened
almost to purple, still fixed piercingly on
others around me looked as if I might Wilder, who, for some reason wholly
have gone suddenly insane, while on inexplicable to him, felt hhnself strange-
the faces of some there appeared a Jy disturbed under that regard.
Hympatheti* grin 1 hadn’t laughed “Do you call it fair when the lawyer
> t . he l t#ap * °“ r,e , : 1 (11 t "T" ty ye f. r ” 1 had was only a boj one whom the
nut I laughed then til thev rolled , ,, . , . . .
down my cheeks, and through It all ' -0 " r ' ,oM me to ,ak, ‘- a boy ,rylnK h,B
Sallie Spencer never smiled. ! rtrat caser-my case, that meant the ruin
It is a most fortunate dispensation of m ? life? lawyer! Why, he was
of Providence that women have no just getting experience getting it at
sense of humor. If they had. they my expense!” The girl paused as if
would laugh at themselves till they exhausted hy the vehemence of her
&Ug e ems< \es to death. H- ero emotion, and at last the sparkling eyes
drooped and the heavy lids closed over
them. She swayed a little, so that the
officer tightened his 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 acertaln degree lie
ucceeded,
“The Jury found you guilty." he as
sorted, with an attempt to make his
voice magisterial in Its severity.
sat Sallie Spencer, who had volun
tarily made a sacrifice of her eomf >rt
that she might prevent a very fnscl-
nating woman having her old friend
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!
On the contrary, the more T laughed
th* more annoyed she grew
“I hope.” she said at length, “tha:
you are enjoying yourself, i am sure
I don’t see anything funny in the sit
uation.'
Whereupon I laughed the harder.
Mary Was Aroused.
Instantly. Mary was aroused lo a new
the
fficer
and was still laughing, with my mirth
ebbing away in faint chuckles, when ! outburst of protest. Once again her ey
Jack returned. shot their tires at the man seated b
"\\ hy dlcln t you tell me. Max,” he hind the desk, and she went forward
said, “that your friend is so interested
in scimitars? Really, she is the most
intelligent and appreciative woman 1
ever knew.”
I pinched Mrs. Jack's arm as 1 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 scimitar from a pickax and
who would use one for cutting their
cornu if they had it."
Mrs Jack gave me a reproachfu
step imperiously, dragging
in her wake
“Yes, the Jury found me guilty.," she
agreed, with tine scorn in the musical
cadences of her voice "Do you know
why? I can tell you. Mr. Gilder. It was
because they had beers 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
look over her husband’s shoulder, anil Judge threatened to lock them up all
1 fell behind just long enough to laugh ! night The men wanted to get home.
again.
Poor. Simple Jack.
Our talk was along the same line
when in the limousine on the w iy
home—Jack extolling the widow’s
beauty and her wit and 1 repeating
si every opportunity what a great
thing it was to meet a woman *?o
clever.
‘Til wager, Jack," I said. “that you
j Tiie 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 T
should be sent to prison as a warning to
j others?"
A quick flush burned on the massive
enjoyed her more than you have en- , face of the man whom she thus accuse*!,
joyed any woman in years. It must
he a great thing for a man like you
to meet ;i kindred soul like hers. She j
Isn’t bound down to the plane of the 1
commonplace like the w omen who j
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, 1 want
to know, than knowing a chuck steak
from a porterhouse?’’
I can count the compliments I paid
the widow' hy the black and blue
marks on my arm. Sallie Spencer giv
ing me a pinch for every one, while
Jack, on the opposite seat, saw not!
and his eyes refused to meet her steady
gaze of reproach.
‘You know!" he exclaimed, in mo-
"Mr. Gilder," she sakl 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 ftf softness there might
have been to develop in a gentler oc
cupatlon. As for the owner of the store,
he was not sufficiently sensitive to feel
the verity in the accents of the speaker.
Moreover, lie was a man who followed
the conventional, with never a distrac
tion due to Imagination and sympathy
.lust 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 win to the contrary.
That irritation against himself only re
acted against the girl an*] caused him
to steel ills 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 lias 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 ami punishment of
the other guilty ones will." His manner
changed (o a businesslike 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 l»e done about getting you out
of your present difficulty.” He picked
up a pencil, pulled a pad blank paper
convenient to his hand ami 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 this
man who had unwittingly wronged her
so frightfully was ihe 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 Gilder to start nervously, and
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“We can’t fight when ladies are conernea,” 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 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.”
But now the girl had regained her
former noise. 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 sit in a cell for three
months waiting for,your trial, as 1 did.
you think a lot. And, so, I got the idea
that if 1 could talk to you 1 might be
able to make you understand what’s
really wrong. And if 1 could do that,
and so help out the other girls, what
lias 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-
j Honed, "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 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 ear by contrast w'ith 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 an,-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. I>o 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 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
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 ho 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 far 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 havq no wish to discuss anj
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 were to tell you how things
really are it might be you wcflild change
them somehow."
At this ingenuous statement the own
er of the store gave forth a gasp of sheer
stupefaction.
“1!” 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 he gainsaid, not to he
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
i a two-burner gas stove, and our own
Ingenious Prisoners
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convict settlement of New Cale
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Breaking the Ice
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1ng and detected no sarcasm in what a daring and ingenious attempt to es
1 was saying.
When a man lias a fad, lie becomes
insane on that subject. Here was ft
man whose fad was making him so
insane it had led him to draw com
parisons unfavorable to his wife; a
woman who had always regarded hi**
fad as something harmless because 1:
kept him out of greater mischief. And
she had seen in it nothing more.
I was not at all surprised this morn
ing
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 be called to the telephone
and to hear Mrs. Spencer asking nte
to come right over. She wanted to
have a talk with me
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Living together in the same hu;.
these men were engaged for years In
digging a secret tunnel from their hut
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 first used to make
tools and afterward to form bolts and
rivets.
Then with infinite- pains they built
an engine to propel the boat, and aft
er laboring mightily for seven years
they completed their task.
Everything was ready except the
provisioning of the vessel, when Guv
were betrayed by a fellow convict t >
whom they had confided their plan.
But so impressed was the French
commandant by their marvelous vui-
ergy, skill and patience that he man
aged, after a year, to obtain a pardcr
for them.
JHEN the last carpenter had put
the last touches on the last
extra job—for which there
were extra charges—and the last
painter had done his final finishing-
u\\ and the landscape gardener had
made his farewell tour, and the bills
lmd all been paid, Mrs. Fibbins 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 tlie
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
glanced at her hat when they passed
her on the street.
It was terrible!
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 ap automobile. If
any one 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 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* *he 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-
ure. Fibbins said it was easy. Leave
it to him.
Soon after that Mrs. Fibbins’ serv-
, i ants all left her at once, bag and bag-
j gage. They held their noses in the
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
swiftiy 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 a^t 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 not theirs.”
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, , air and made quite a procession.
“IUS and how many that neighbor had. | There was a considerable stir in the
Then she herself got more. Next she' neighborhood over this affair. Sev-
look up the question of hats In. eral neighbors looked in the direc-
. „ , -lion of the Fibbins home. Mrs Fib-
oiuei tnat nothing might be left un- it- .i , , , , . ,
* 11 , bins saw’ them look, and she rejoiced,
done she got a hat that could not be j Then the Fibbins water pipes
equaled lor being dispropoi tinned, un-| burst. Water Hooded the house and
I guinlv. uncomfortable and general'v ! ,ho >’ ard - an(1 ‘hen froze and made a
, N . . . i dreadful mess. At this catastrophe
,l - ” i *igh ha*, a hat tuat it j le mansion and grounds of the Fib-
I «ml»i touch it n any of these re- ; binses were observed by all the neigh-
ucts.
But never
»ok in the dii
*tabiisinneiu.
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ion of
Not
icigned
s. Flbbin
neighb*
bors The men looked eagerly as they
passed and the women devoted all
their spare moments to sitting at
tin ir upper windows with opera
The best method of keeping small
screws, brads and tacks from rusting
is to place them in small, wide-
mouthed bottles, tightly corked. The
bottle should be perfectly dry before
using. Sandpaper can be kept dry
and in good working condition by
rolling it and keeping it in a wide-
mouthed jar and screwing down the
lid.
When cream is only slightly sour
it may be made delicious to serve
with puddings, etc., in tlie following
way; Put it into a basin with the
juice of a lemon and a tablespoonful
of sugar, and whip until quite stiff.
This treatment makes It excellent, and
increases the quantity at the same
time.
If you want to patch your w indow-
blinds. don’t sew on the patches. In
stead. paste them on with hot starch
and pi ess down a warm iron. They
will look neater than if sewn, b3-
cause the stitches would be appar
ent, whereas a pa«ted-on patch is al
most Invisible.
Before v putting curtain hooks in cur
tains in damp weather, rub the pins
with a clean, oily rag. It prevents
them rusting and tearing the cur
tain, and they can be taken in and
out more easily.
Save all odd bits of twine, knot
them together, then knit with steel
needles into pieces about a foot or
more square. These make excellent
dish cloths for saucepans and pie
dishes.
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 hp lacked the imagination
necessary to sympathize actually with
the straining evil of a life such as tht
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 w'hich 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 fqming 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 w'ith 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. w’hen 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
doctor—or some luxury like tbat? 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 watch
over them after they leave the store.
They are paid tlie current rate of wages
—as much as any other stpre 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? I 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,
w'ho 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 answ'er informed
W'ith 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.
To Brighten Carpets
To brighten a carpet, take five
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 on
a carpet, sprinkle dry salt thickly over
it. leave it for a few minutes, then
brush up. No trace of the soot .will
remain.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
P A took Ma & me to a moving
picture show last nite. 1’a sed
that it was going to be a grato
show bekaus Mist t Art Bering?*
sent all the way to New York for tha
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 & all tho
time thay was showing the first pic
ters Pa kep telling Ma & me to wait
until they had the stone quarry pic-
ter. 1 saw the rehearsal of it this
forenoon, Pa sed, & it is a pretty
story. It seems that the father of^
the gurl Queenie is a honest man *
he does not like the gurl’s siyeet-
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,
the reason 1 am so much interested
in it is beekaus I used to be a Stono
quarry man myself. g
What Pa Said. #
You did? sed Ma.
Yes, yes, sed Pa. I used to ba
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 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 tw'enty feet long that I
was a quacry 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 was a seeen
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 yunaj
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
wild lite his pipe & lissen for a min-
nit or so. & then he wud swung his
pick onst rnoar & lite his pipe long
enuff to git the rest of the terribul
story. Then the Irishman w’ent 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 dinamitet
& cairn beehind ware the yung Irish-? ,
man was picking w'ith his pick & put
the dinamite under the stone & blew r *
the whole lot of it oaver onto the
Irishman.
“I Was Strong,” Said Pa.
Then he ran away & sed with Pat-
rirk McGullicuddy out of the way tha
quarry shall be mine. But then
Queenie calm back & started in' try- #
ing to lift the rocks away, but she
Cuddent stir any of them until her j
skreems attrackted her pa, & he caim
on the sceen & beegan to throw tha
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. I
was so strong in those days, sed Pa,
that I had to be careful putting on
my clothes for feer X wud tare them.
Ma & me- found out to-day that
Pa was lying, beekaus Ma’s cuzzin is
a quarry man. Jimmie Trudden, Sc
w r en Ma asked him if Pa ewer lifted a
rock Mister Trudden. wich had known
Pa since • childhood, sed Yes, he used
to lift roeks wen they wasent too
heavy to throw at chipmunks. Ma
gaiv me a quarter if 1 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 comma,
during which she had become en
gaged to a rising young man whom
she had met at the home of her rela
tives. To her mother she was extoll
ing the virtues of her intended.
"Oh, mother,” she exclaimed, “he’s
just grand! So square, so upright;
so highly polished! Why, even in his
notes there is such a sympathetic tone
that sometimes I wonder if I am not
reading the music of the gods.”
• Mercy’s sake, child!" interrupted
mother. "Are you talking about a.
young man or a piano?”
Can’t You See?
Tutter—Awfully pretty baby o*
vours. Bender, but—er—what is it. 1
boy or a girl? ’ ,
Bender—Can’t you tell It’s a girl? '
"No. ^ How on earth do you tell?” *
"Can’t you see? She’s reaching up
to put her mother’s hat on straight.”
Some Trouble!
Junior—I hear Briggs got into a
lot of trouble with that girl he was
going with.
Soph—Yes. How’s that?
Junior—He married her.
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