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- / - 4- T1HE % f - v 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 Copyright. I?13, by the II. K. Fly Com- tnentary consternation. Again her mood 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 '« »'<• ••«»'«• proprietor of the ei- K i,.|. frank a ,,, „„ r« buklr „ 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 ■ r\ V "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 V v* “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 \ MONO the prisoners in the French convict settlement of New Cale donia were two marine engineers who not long ago received a pardon - strange as It may seem- for making Breaking the Ice A Complete Short Story w 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 KODAKS The But Flnl&Mng «d Jn urg In* That C»n Bf Pr»doc«<|" Kas'ioai. FUnih and <v*m- plete storfc amateur aupi-Uea. Qulrfc mall service for out-of-town customers Send for Catalog and Price List. A. K. HAWKES CO. * D ° D A K 14 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga. ca pe. 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.” ESTABL HEI) 23 YEARS 0R.E.G. GRIFFIN’S GAiE CITY DENTAL ROOMS BEST WORK AT LOWEST PRICES Al! Work Guaranteed. "s 8 to 6 Ph n* M. 1?C8-Sunriava 9-1 - Whitehall S’ Over Brown <£ Allen* , , 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. 1* ighbe 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. FOR NERVOUS DYSPEPSIA Take Hereford’s AcUJ Phosphate Sufferers front acid stomach, nausea or «!ek headache will find this tonic beveraf- a grate ful relief. *,adv.) Makes Muscle, Bone and Flesh And that’s what your growing children need—give them Faust Spaghetti often and they will surely wax strong and brawny. 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