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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 ;
dinner table when tn*- 'M"" H
' devoted herself to Jaek •
thft reflection that at least I "‘>uld get
to put her on her train. I lint* n* <l b-
fitmetedly to Jack’* stories about his
collection of scimitars with my mind
busy planning nil I wanted to *
She wasn’t going far: perhaps. I <•<»t* 1<1
arrange to follow her in a dn> »r two,
snd spend n day with her. I 1 t .ij*s
who knows? she might tn." * • m. to
me as violently as when we were in
Florida in the'winter.
The thought of mi eh delicious dan
ger thrilled me. and 1 was glad when
wo started hock to the station.
We had reacte d the waiting room,
nnfl Jack, who Seemed extremely olli
clous, I thought, had sent me to the
check room for Mrs. Brown's hand
bag. where I had to stand in line fully
lf» minute.*’. It was annoying, of
course, but in a few minm* ■. I
thought. I would have the widow to
myself, and that would make up for a
great deal.
A Surprise
Judg» of my surprise. Diary, \\ hen
1 returned, to have Jack grab the i>*e
from my hand, saying, In the coolest,
most matter-of-fact way, ill put
Mrs. Brown on her train Max I
want to tell her the story of that
eclmitar I picked up in Toklo. You
atav here with Sallie ”
There waf a hurried handshak* with
me, a renewed recital of the pleasure
she had experienced in meeting Mis.
Spencer, and the widow was gone!
For a moment 1 w as dazed. I gw zed
blankly after them, Jack, leaning over
the widow, as they walked, as If he
had found a long lost possession* and
was afraid if his eyes wore removed
he would lose it; then my eyes
turned to Mr Spencer.
She didn’t look bewildered, but on
her face thferc whs the slightest sus
picion of a frown. Plainly #he w.t -
mad. hut, just as plainly, she was too
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 wit 1 i
laughter. 1 believe I howled, J know
1 shrieked, and shook, and I know that
others arourid me looked as if I might
have gone suddenly insane, whth or.
the faces of sortie there appeared •
sympathetic grin. 1 hadn't laughed
till the tears came in twenty years,
but I laughed then till they roll-*
down my cheeks, and through it all
Sallie Spencer never smiled
It 1s a mopt fortunate dlspensati m
of Providence that women have- no
sense of humor. If they hud. th< .
would laugh at themselves till ti \
laughed themselves to death H* r*
sat Sallie Spencer, who had volun
tarily made a sacrifice of her comt >rt
that she might prevent n very fas* i
nating woman having her old frie nd
at her mercies for an evening, and
perhaps eloping with him; and that
most fascinating woman had carried
off her husband instead. And -he
didn't see anything funny in it!
On the contrary, the more- 1 laugh ci
the more annoyed she grew.
“I hope.” she said at length, "that
you are enjoying yourself. 1 ., n sin--
1 don't see anything funny in the sit
uation.”
Whereupon I laughed the 1 al
and was still laughing, with m\ ft th
ebbing away in faint chuckles, when
Jack returned.
"Why didn't you tell me, Max.” ne
said, ’’that your friend is so interested
in scimitars? Really, she ig the most
Intelligent and appreciative woman I
ever knew.”
1 pinched Mrs. .luck’s arm as I r •-
plied; “Yes. she* is very clever, a 1 >t
more interesting than tin* majority *.f I
these dull women we know who don’t
know a scimitar from a pickax on i j
•who would use one for cutting their j
c orns if they had It.”
Mrs Jack gave me a reproachful '
look over her husband’s shoulder, and
1 fell behind just long enough to laugh i
again.
Poor, Simple Jack.
Our talk was along th« same line
when in the limousine on the way
home—Jack extolling the widow's
beauty and her wit and I repeat i .
at every opportunity* what a l;
thing it was to meet a woman *-o
clever.
"I’ll wager. Jack,” 1 said, that \ >u
enjoyed her more than you have en
joyed any woman in years. It mu
be a great thing for a man like you
to meet a kindred soul like hers Sh-
isn't bound down to the plan* of the
commonplace like the women who
keep house and think it is a great feat
to get up a good dinner. Why, that
woman can tell at a glance if a Let-
tar came from Adrianople or Damas
cus! And isn’t that better. 1 w -nt
to know, than knowing a chuck steak
from a porterhouse?”
T can count the compliments I pai l
the widow by the him k and blue
marks on my arm. Sallie Spen * r giv
ing me a pinch for every one, whih-
Jack, on the opposite seat, s ,\ not!
1ng and detected no sarcasm in what
I was saying.
When a man lias a fad. he becomes
insane on that subject. Hei w \
man w host fad a - i
Insane it had led him to draw mtn-
parisons unfavorable to his wif . i
woman who had always regarded his
fad as something harmless because i
kept him out of greater mi f A
ehe had seen in It nothing more.
I was not at all surprised this morn
>
e of *
pup from larger dogs, and laic r w.
rescuing her kittens from the brown-
«ve4 pup. to be called to the ? i.-phon<
t ana, to hear Mrs. Spei,. < r asMu^
fight »ver. S!
have a \tlk with me
V/hat Has Gone Before
I’nrnr-r, a beautiful and refined girl, worked in the great til I -
n New York.
had been thefts in the store. They had been trseed eventu-
rtain department, that in which Mary worked. The detective
Smne valuable silks were missed. Search followed immedl-
• goods were found In Mary’s locker That was enough. SI •
<1 with the theft. She protested Innocence-only tobelaugh-
■rislon b> her a*-* users KVery thiff declares Innocetiee. Alt
s* If was emphatic against her The thieving had been long
An example must b* made. The girl was arrested. The
her guilty and she was sentenced to prison for three years,
i: tier, the store proprietor’}-* son, returns unexpectedly from
•ause he was homesick for his father. The latter’s secretary
hat Mr Gildtr has gone to court, that one of the girls was nr-
iini
r*nt to court to get her out
the old man ”
i*f the scrape
[•rie
Dick.
Now Go On With the Story
ble reply.
The girl spoke with a great same
ness, deliberately
“Then give them u fair chance.”
in all king
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. tyi.'t. by the II. K. Fly Com- I mentary consternation. Again her mood
i i ‘'| l> Mr'* viVller*ami W thi! ' ,iaf * ttffectw * ,1,H ' ,wn * 1,0 that through a
i t ion of It is published by Ids ,ovv hurrying seconds he felt himself
ior Ti < American I’lny Com somehow guilty of wrong against this
no- sole proprietor of the ex- ^j r . ( m> ( r n n k and so rebuking
i chts of the representation ....... . .
fo.manee <»f "Within the Uw” 1 heard you in the court room, she
inguages. • said. "The dock Isn't, very far from the
bench where you spoke to the Judge
about my rase Yes, I heard you. It
wasn't: Did I do it? Or didn't I do It?
No; It wax only that I must he made a
j warning to others.”
Fell on Unheading Ears.
Again silence fell for a tense inter-
j val. Then, Anally, the girl spoke in a
different tone. Where before her Voice
had been vlbrnnt with the Instinct of
complaint against the mockery of Jus-
! tiro under which she su flared, now there
was a deeper note, that of most solemn
|truth.
j ‘ Mr. Glider," she said simply, "as God
i.s my Judge, I am going to prison for
i three year* for something T didn’t do.”
But the sincerity of her broken cry fell
on unheeding ears The coarse nature
of tho officer had long ago lost what
ever elements of softness there might
j have been to develop in a gentler oc
1 cu pat Ion. As for the owner of the store,
he was not sufficiently sensitive to feel
J the verity in the accents of the speaker.
Moreover, he was a man who followed
the conventional, with never a distrac
tion due to imagination and sympathy,
-fust now, too, he was experiencing a
keen irritation against himself because
of the manner in which he had been
irt told tne to take, a boy trying his
the* use
e demanded, sharply. “You were given
fair trial, and there’s an end of It.’’
The girl, standing there so feebly.
cling for support to
always held her ihus
vrist. spoke again with
clearness, even with a
sort of vivacity, as If she explained
easily something otherwise in doubt.
•‘Oh, no, I wasn’t!” she contradicted
bluntly, with a singular confidence of
assertion. Why. if the trial had been
j 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
.» professional sneer.
“That's another thing they all say.”
But the girl went on speaking fierce
ly. Impervious to the man's coarse
ireasm, her eyes, which had deepened
purple, still fixed piercingly on
for some reason wholly
a him, felt himself strange-
under that regard.
almost t
Gilder, who,
Inexplicable t
ly disturbed
“Do you < all it fair when the lawyer
I hud was only a boy—one whom the
take, a t
first case my case, that meant the ruin
of iny life” My lawyer! Why, be was
just getting experience getting It at
rny expense!" The girl paused hh if
exhausted by the vehemence of her
(motion, and at lust the sparkling eyes
drooped and the heavy lids closed over
them. She swayed a little, so that the
officer tightened Ills clasp on her wrist.
There followed a few seconds of sl
um* • Then <JUder made an effort to
shake off the feeling that had so pos
sessed him, and to acertain degree he
succeeded.
“The Jury found you guilty,” he as
sorted, with an attempt to make his
voire min isterial in its severity.
Mary Was Aroused.
Instantly, Mary was aroused to a new
outburst of protest. Once again her eyes
shot their tires at the man seated be
hind the desk, and she went forward a
step imjierlouslv. dragging the officer
in her wake.
“Yes, the jury found me guilty,’’ she
agreed, with fine scorn in the musical
cadences of her voice. “Do you know
why? 1 can toll you, Mr. Gilder. 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 look them up all
night. The men wanted to got home.
The easy thing to do was to find me
guilt v. and let it go at that. W as 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 I
should be sent to prison as a warning to
\ quick flush burned on the massive
fare of the man whom she thus accused,
ar.d his eyes refused to meet her steady
rr
CO
he
exclaimed.
sensible to the Influence of her protesta
tion. despite hia will to the contrary.
That Irritation against himself only re
acted against the girl and caused him
to steel hia 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 hla 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 ihat 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 lie spoke he raised
his eyes and met the girl's glance fairly.
Thought of the robberies was quite
enough to make him pitiless toward the
offender.
“Sending me to prison won't stop it,”
Mary Turner said, drearily.
“Perhaps not,’’ Gilder aternly retorted.
“But the discovery and punishment of
the other guilty ones will.” His manner
changed to a businesB-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 ean 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
Inquin 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
oul in a voice of utter despair that
caused Gilder to start nervously, and
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 gitl can’t live on $6 a week
She can't do it, and buy food and clothes,
and pay room rent and «nr fare. That’s
another fact, isn’t It?”
Mary regarded the owner of the si ore
RT\\
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V
g**? K,
# jLd.
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"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 t.o a
frown of remonstrance.
“I have no pals!" she ejaculated, furi
ously. "I never htole anything in iny
life. Must I go on telling you over and
over again?” Her voice rose in a wall
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
bad nothing to say?” he demanded, with
Increasing cholcr.
“Give Them a Fair Chance."
But now the girl had regained her
former poise. She stood a little droop
ing anil 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.
Glider,” 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,' 1 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 threo
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 i might he
able to make you understand what’s
really wrong. And If 1 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 L do.” came the forci-
was daring to trifle with him. He grew
wrathful over the suspicion, but a se
cret curidsity 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 with the man's
roaring
“Why,” she said, very gently. “1 mean
just this; Give them a living chance to
be honest.”
“A living chance!” The two words
were exploded with dynamic violence.
The preposterous ness of the advice fired
Gilder with resentment so pervasive that
through many seconds he found himself
unable to express the rt|ge that flamed
within him.
The girl showed herself undismayed
by his anger.
“Yes," she went on, quietly; “that's
all there is to it. Give them a living
chance to get enough food to cut. and a
decent room to sleep in. and shoes that
will keep their feet off the pavement
winter mornings. Do you think that any
girl wants to steal'.’ Do you think that
any girl wants to risk-
By this time, however. Gilder had re
gained his powers of speech, and he in
terrupted stormily:
“And Is this what you have taken up
my time for? You want to make a
maudlin plea for guilty, dishonest girls,
when 1 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, anti 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, ami he watched her with a new
respect, born of appreciation for her
feminine delightful ness. 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 tfte short period of
amazed admiration over such unexpected
winsomeness, his thoughts flew back an
grily to the matters whereof she spoke
so ridiculously.
“1 don’t care to discuss these things,”
he declared peremptorily, as the girl re
mained silent for a momeht.
“I Change My Policy?’’
“And I have 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
looked 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 arc it might be you would change
them somehow.”
At this Ingenuous statement the own
er of the store gave forth a gasp of sheer
stupefaction.
"I!" he erftd, incredulously. "1 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 w e girls live'.’ But,
of course you don't!” Three of us In
one room, doing our own cooking over
i a tw o burner gas stove, and our own
washing and ironing evenings after be
ing on our feet for nine hours.”
The enumeration of the sordid de
tails left the employer absolutely un
moved, since be lacked the Imagination
necessary to sympathize actually w'th
the straining evil of a life such as the
girl had known. Indeed, he spoke with
an air of just remonstrance, as if the
girl's charges were mischievously faulty.
I have provided chairs behind the
counters,** he stated.
She Shook Her Head.
There was no especial change in the
girl’s voice as she answered his de
fense It continued musically low, but
then- 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
silting 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. 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
hts 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? 1 did!”
“But you won’t pay them enough to
live on!” Tfte very fact that the worda
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 agafn the gently cadeneed
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.
Glider 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.”
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EN the last carpenter had put
& last touches on the last
xtra Job—for which there
were extra charges—and the lost
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 homes with
the deepest possible satisfaction.
Her residence was beyond question
the finest in the neighborhood. The
structure was the tallest in sight: the
cornices stuck out the worst; its ar
chitecture had the newest, homeliest
and most mixed design, and the orna
ments were the craziest imaginable.
The lawn was the largest and the
flower beds were the gaudiest of any
in that part of the city. Yes. the
place was a triumph! Mrs. Fibbing
Was naturally delighted
“The people around here will all sit
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self. smiling happily.
Finding Out
Mrs. FIbbins found out which one
of the neighbors had the moat serv
ants and how many that neighbor had.
Then sh£ 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 dlspmportioned, un
gainly. uncomfortable ami generally
absurd. No neighbor had a hat that
could touch It In any of these re
spects.
Hut never a neighbor deigned to
. *ok in the direction of Mrs
I siabiishment. Not a
FIbbins’
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 an automobile. If
any one entertained a celebrity she
got a bigger celebrity If there was
a pretty girl visiting anywhere In the
neighborhood she got a prettier girl
to visit her
It all cid no good. The neighbors
continued to treat Mrs FIbbins as if
she were a patrqji of a fashionable
restaurant and they were the haughty
and exclusive waiters. Mrs. FIbbins
realized that she was out of it. She
was filled with anguish and despair
At last she spoke to FIbbins about
it. FIbbins was a man of resource.
More than that, he knew* human na-
ure. FIbbins said it was easy. Leave
it to him.
Soon after that Mrs. FIbbins’ serv
ants all left her at onoe. bag and bag
gage. They held their noses in the
air and made quite a procession.
There was a considerable stir in the
neighborhood t>ver this affair. Sev
eral neighbors looked in the direc
tion of the FIbbins home. Mrs. Fib-
bins saw them look, and she rejoiced.
Then the FIbbins water pipes
burst. Water flooded the house and
the yard, and then froze and made a
dreadful mess. At this oatastrophe
the mansion and grounds of the Fib-
binses were observed by all the neigh
bors. The men looked eagerly as they
passed and (bo women devoted all
their spare moments to sitting at
their upper 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 were precipitated to tlie ground.
In a sitting posture they glided
BWlftly along the icy incline to the
gate. Mrs. Fibbins' hat came down
over her eyes like a landslide. Finally
they struggled to their feet and went
limping away.
Every house in the neighborhood
was alive to the incident. A repre
sentative from each hastened to Fib
bins and Mrs. Fibbins and asked
them to come right in and make that
house their headquarters while their
water pipes were being fixed.
The ice was broken at last! Fibbins
and Mrs. Fibbins had become ac
quainted with their neighbors!
“You are a wonderful man!” said
Mrs. Fibbins afterward in the tone
of deepest admiration.
“I knew it would be easy,’’ said
Fibbins. “but 1 excited their sympa
thy and gave them a chance to con
gratulate themselves that our misfor
tunes were not theirs."
To Brighten Carpets
By WILLIAM F KIRK
P A took Ma & me to a moving
picture show' last nite. Pa sed
that it was going to be a grate
show bekaus Mister Art Herlnger
sent all the way to New York for the
picters, A- 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 pic-
ters Pa kep telling Ma & me to wait
until they had the stone quarry pie-
ter. I 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 A
he does not like the gurl’s sweet
heart. a Italian with a lot of rmirmy
that is going to marry her or fore
close the mortgage on the stone
quarry. It is a grate plot, Pa sed, *
the reason I am so much intere^ed
in it i.s beekaus I used to be a .atone
quarry man myself.
What Pa Said.
You did? sed Ma.
Yes, yes. Zed Pa. T usad to he
known as one of the moat 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. I have often
thought Wen I was lifting block* of
stone about twenty feet long that l
was a quarry slave in the days wen
Mister Potolmy helped me to bild the
pyramids. Pa sed.
Jest then the picter beegan about
Queenie. the stone quarry man’s
daughter. It show r «d a big stone
quarry scene ware all the men
was hurrying around and lifted
rocks into w’agons. Then it showed
the Italian man wieh was going to
marry Queenie, & thare was a sceen
ware she spumed him. Then he
toald her, in the picter, that he had
a mortgage on her father’s quarry
& how he was going to sell 1t if she
dident becum his bride.
The heero of the play was a yung
Irishman that was handling a pick.
Beeing a Irishman, he had a Jot of
time to lissen to the talk between
Queenie & the villun, beekaus he
would swdng the pick onst & then he
wild 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 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 dinamite
Ai (aim beehlnd Ware the yung Irish
man was picking with his pick & put
the dinamite under the stone A* blew
the w'hole lot of it oaver onto the
Irishman.
"I Was Strong,’’ Said Pa
Then he ran away & sed with Pat
rick MeOullicuddy out of the way the
quarry shall be mine. But then
Queenie cairn back & started In try
ing to lift the rocks away, but she
cuddent stir any of them until her
akreems attrackted her pa, & he caim
on the sceen & beegan to throw the
rocks rite & left. Ha, sed Pa, that,
reeminds me of the way 1 uted to
throw those grate masses of granite
into the wagons of the teamsters. I
W'a.8 so strong in those days, sed Pa,
that I bad >to be careful putting on
my clothes for feor I wud tare them.
But Ma & me found out to-day that
Pa w r as lying, beekaus Ma s cuzzin is
a quarry man, Jimmie Trudden,
wen Ma asked him if Pa ewer lifted a
rock Mister Trudden. wich had knowm
Pa since childhood, sed Yes, he used
to lift rocks wen they wasent too
heavy to throw at chipmunks. Ma
galv me a quarter if I wud tell Pa
wot 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
returned from a visit to her cousins,
during- which she had become en
gaged to a rising young man whom
she, had met at the home of her rets-
lives. To her mother she was extoll
ing the virtues of her intended.
"Oh, mothdr." she exclaimed, “h. j
just grand! So square, so upright;
bo 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.”
“Merdy’s sake, child!" interrupted
mother. Are you talking about x
ioung man or a piano?"
To brighten a carpet, take five or
six large potatoes and scrape them
finely into a pail of water. Stir, then
strain. 1 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. Xo trace of the soot will
remain.
Can’t You See?
Tutter—Awfully pretty baby of
yours. Bender, but—er—what is it, a
boy or a girl ?
Bender—Can't you tell it's a girt'.'
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?
.1 uniop-—He married her.
Household Suggestions
The best method of keeping small
screws, brads and tacks from rusting
is to place them in small, wide-
inouthed 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 1t In a wide-
mouthed Jar and screwing down the
lid.
When cream is only slightly sour
it may be made delicious to serve
with puddings, etc., in the following
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 qaantit\ at the same
time.
If you want to patch your window
blinds, don’t sew on the patches, in
stead. paste them on with hot starch
and press down a warm iron. They
will look neater than tf sewn, be
cause the stitches would be appar
ent. whereas a pasted-on patch is al
most invisible.
Before putting curtain hooks in cur
tains In damp weather, rub the pins
with a clean, oily rag. It prevents
them rusting and tearing the cur
tain. and they can be taken in and
*
out more easily.
Save 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.
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.
A 10c package of Faust Spaghetti contains as
much nutrition as 4 lbs. of beef—ask your
doctor.
FOR NERVOUS DYSPEPSIA
Take Horstord s Acid Phosphate
Sufferer* from acid stomach, nausea or sick
headache will find this tonic beverage a grate
ful relief.—(adv>
SPAGHETTI
is made from Durum (hard) wheat,
the rich gluten cereal. Makes fine
eating—delicious and savory. Write
for tree recipe book and find out
the great variety of delightful
dishes Faust Spaghetti makes.
At all Grocer*’—5c and lOc Package*
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