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1 WITHIN THE LAW • • • SYNOPSIS. Mary Turner, becoming an orphan, is thrown on her own resources. She finds work at the Emporium, a de partment store owned by Edward Gilder: is accused of the theft of silks, and sent to prison, though in nocent She tells George Demarest, Gilder’s head lawyer, that the way to stop thievery is to nay a living wage. In prison she learned from fellow convicts why girls go wrong. She understands their point of view and sympathizes with them. Aggie Lynch, a convict friend of Mary's at Htirnsing. sees good ‘'possibilities' for her in the world of crime. Upon Mary's release the slogan "once a criminal always one," prevents her from securing work. She is contin ually hounded and in desperation throws herself into the North River. Joe Garson, a forger, rescues her and keeps her and Aggie in luxury, though living chaste lives. Mary reads that a famous financier escapes prison through keeping within the letter of the law. She follows his ex ample and becomes the leader of a band of swindlers. mFTblng only the unscrupulous. Gilder’s son Dick meets and loves Mary, who seeks to wreak vengeance on the father through the son. Aggie poses as her cousin, and they pretend to be re spectable Now go on with the story Copyright, 1913, by the II. K. Fly Com pany The play "Within the Law" is copyrighted by Mr. Velller and this novollzation of it Is published by his permission. The American Hay Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex clude rights of the representation and performance of "Within the Iaw" in all languages. By MARVIN DANA from the Play of BAYARD VEELLER. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. Mary lifted her dark eyebrows in half- amused Inquiry. “It’s no use. Agnes." she declared, though without entire sincerity; "I can't quite keep up with your thieves’ argot —your slang, you know. Just what did this brother of y*urs do?" "Why, he copped the copper's kale," Aggie translated, glibly. Mary threw out her hands In a ges ture of dismay. Thereupon the adventuress Instantly assumed a most ladylike and mincing air, which ill assorted with the ciga rette that she held between her lips. "He gently removed a leathern wal let,” she said sedately, "containing a large sum of money from the coat pock et of a member of the detective force." The elegance of utterance was inimita bly done. But In the next instant the ordinary vulgarity of enunciation was in full play again. "Oh, goo!" she cried, gaily "He says Inspector Burke’s got ft gold watch that weighs a ton, an' all set with dlamon’s!—which was give to 'im by—admirin' friends! . . . We didn’t contribute." "Given to him." Bary corrected, with a tolerant smile. Aggie sniffed once again. "What difference does it make?" she demanded scornfully. "He’s got It, ain’t be?" And then she added with ava ricious intensity: "Just as soon as I get time I’m goln' after that wateb-w-be- lleve me!" • Mary shook her head in denial. "No, you are not," she said, calmly. "You are under my orders now. And as long as you are working with us, you will break no laws.” “Did You Have Safety?” "But I can’t see " Aggie began to argue with the petulance of a spoiled child. Mary’s voice came with a certainty of conviction bom of fact. "When you were working alone." she Fald. gravely* "did you ha\e a home like I this?" "No/' was the answer, spoken a lit tle rebelllously. | HOW MRS. BROWN SUFFERED During Change of Life- How Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound Made Her a Well Woman. "Or such clothes? Most of all, did • you have safety from the police? ’ I "No," Aggie admitted, somewhat more responsively. "But, Just the same. I can’t see " Mary began putting on her gloves, and at the same tftno strove to give I this remarkable young woman some in- | sight into her own point of view, though she knew the task to be one well-nigh impossible. “Agnes," she said, didactically, "the richest men in this country have made their fortunes not because of the law, but in spite of the law. They made up their minds what they wanted to do and then they engaged lawyers clever enough to show them how they could do it and still keep within the law. Any^ one with brains can get rich in this country if he will engage the right law yer. Well, I have the brains—and Har ris is showing me the law the wonder ful twisted law that was made for the rich! Since we keep inside the law we are safe." Aggie, without much apprehension of the exact situation, was moved to a dimpled mirth over the essential humor of the method indicated. "Gee, that's funny," she cried, hap pily. "You an’ me an’ Joe Garson hand in’ It to ’em, an’ the bulls «*an’t touch us! Next thing you know, Harris will be havin’ us incorporated ns the Ameri can I^egal Grime Society." "I shouldn’t be In the least surprised," Mary assented, as she finished buttoning her gloves. She smiled, but there was a hint of grimness in the bending of her lips. That grimness remained as she glanced at the clock, then went toward the door of the room, speaking over her shoulder. "And now I mnst be off to a most im portant engagement with Dick Gilder." CHAPTER vni. A Tip From Headquarters. Presently, when she had finished her cigarette, Aggie proceeded to her own chamber, and there spent a consider able time in making a toilette calculated to set off to Its full advantage the slen der daintiness of her form. When at last she was gowned to her sltlsfactlon she went Into the drawing room of the apartment and gave herself over to more cigarettes, In an easy chair, sprawled out In an attitude of comfort never taught in nny finishing school for young ladles. She at the same time in dulged her tastes In art and literature by reading the Jokes and studying the comic pictures In an evening paper, which the maid brought in at her re quest. She had about exhausted this form of amusement when the coming of Joe Garson, who was usually In and out of the apartment a number of times daily, provided a welcome diversion. After a casual greeting between the two, Aggie explained, in response to his question, that Mary had gone out to keep an engagement with Dick Gilder. There was a little period of silence while the man with the resolute face and the light gray eyes that shone so >1 early underneath the thick, waving silver hair, held his head bent down ward as If In intent thought. When, finally, he spoke, there was a certain quality In his voice that caused Ag gie to regard hhn curiously. "Mary has been with him a good deal lately," he said, half-questioningly. "That's what," was the curt agree ment. Garson brought out his next query with the brutal bluntness of his kind, and yet there was a vague suggestion "And now I must be off to a most important engagement with Mr. Dick Gilder.” of tenderness In his tones under the vul gar words. "Think she's stuck on him?” He had seated himself on a settee opposite the girl, who did not trouble on his account to assume a posture more decorous, and he surveyed her keenly as he waited for a reply. "Why not?" Aggie retorted. "Bet your life I’d be if I had a chance. He’s a swell boy. And his father’s got the coin, too." At this the man moved impatiently and his eyes wandered to the window. Again Aggie studied him with a swift glance of Interrogation. Not being the possessor of an over-nice sensibility as to the feelings of others, she now spoke briskly: "Joe, if there's anything on rour mind, shoot It!" A Powerful Story of Adventure, Intringc and Love Garson hesitated for a momnet, then decided to unburden himself, for he craved precise knowledge in this mat ter. "It's Mary." he explained, with some ernburrussment; "her and young Gil der." "Well?" came the crisp question. "Well, somehow,” Garson went on, i still somewhat confusedly, "I can't see ( any good of It for her." "Why?" Aggie demanded, in surprise. Garson’s manner grew easier, now that the subject was well broached. "Old man Glider’s got a big pull," ' he vouchsafed, "and If he caught on to his hoy’s going with Mary he’d be likely i to send the police after us—strong! Be lieve me, I ain’t looking for any trip up the river." Aggie shook her head, quite unaffect ed by the man’s suggestion of possible peril in the situation. ’We ain’t done nothin’ they can touch us for," she declared, with assurance. "Mary says so." Garson, however, was unconvinced, notwithstanding his deference to the Judgment of his leader. "Whether we’ve done anything, or whether wo haven’t, don't matter," he j objected. "Once the police set out after j you, they’ll get you. Russia ain’t In It j with some of the things I have seen pulled off in this town." "Oh, can that ’fraid talk!" Aggie ex- ; claimed, roughly. "I tell you they'can’t j get us. We’ve got our fingers crossed.” i She would have said more, but a noise ; at the hall door interrupted her. and she looked up to see a man in the opening, while behind him appeared the maid, protesting angrily. ‘Never mind that announcing thing with me," the newcomer rasped to the expostulating servant. In a voice that suited well his thick-set figure, with the bullet-shaped head and the bull-like neck. Then he turned to the two in the drawing room, both of whom had now risen to their feet. Enter Mr. Cassidy. 'It’s all right, Fannie," Aggie said hastily to the flustered maid. "You can go!" As the servant, after an indignant toss of the head, departed along the pass age, the visitor clumped heavily for ward and stopped In the center of the room, looking first at one and then the other of the two with a smile that was not pleasant. He was not at pains to remove the derby hat which he wore rather far back on his head. By this single sign one might have recognized Cassidy, who had had Mary Turner in his charge on the occasion of her ill- fated visit to Edward Gilder’s office four years before, though now the man had thickened somewhat, and his ruddy face was grown even coarser. "Hello, Joe!" he cried* familiarly. "Hello, Aggie!" The light gray eyes of the forger had narrowed perceptibly as he'recognized the identity of the unceremonious caller, while the lines of his firmly set mouth took on an added fixity. "Well?" he demanded. His voice was emotionless. "Just a little friendly call," Cassidy announced in his strident voice. "Where’s the lady of the house?** "Out." It was Aggie who spoke, very sharply. "Well, Joe," Cassidy went on, with out paying further heed to the girl for a moment, "when she comes back, juet tell her It’s up to her to make a get away, and to make it quick." To Be Continued To-morrow. The Manicure Lady By WILLIAM F. KIRK. H EE, but I hate mixed 1 jr crowds!” said the Manicure Lady. "I always was that way since the days when we used to go to the kid parties, where we Played Postofflce and Spin the Plat ter.” "I never noticed much whether a crowd was mixed or not,” said the Head Barber. “I never went to no parties to speak of, and the few that I did go to seemed kind of easy run ning:. Of course there would be some people there with more money than others, and at most of the parties nobody could tell who would be the rich ones at end of the evening.” “I don't mean no poker parties,” said the Manicure Lady. ”1 was thinking just a minute ago when I spoke, of a party which I was to last night. It was a kind of birth day party for Wilfred, and mother let the poor boy make out half the list of guests. You know Wilfred 'always prided himself on being a good mixer, and I guess he must be, Judging from the different kinds of guests he asked. The folks that mother and me Invited was our regu lar crowd, but Wilfred didn’t use no judgment in his selection of friends. You never seen such a collection, George. There was a lady poetess among them. The things she hai wrote had come to the attention of Wilfred, and the poor boy got kind of smote on her and invited her. Some of the poetry that she showed me was worse than Wilfred's own. Curious People. “Jlcr escort to the party was a young gent with a blue tie and a red nose. He kept saying 'Take it from me!’ and crying over in the corner be cause the Crackers wasn’t winning no more games. Then he would tell how he used to go to school with Billy Smith, the leader of the Crackers, and then he would cry some more and say ‘Believe me!* and ‘Don’t tell me!’ That was his speed George, all the evening—’Take it from me,’ and tears. Then there was a other young gent there that deserves to succeed in life. He could move his ears and bend his thumb backward till it touched h*s wrist, and you should have heard him sing ‘In the Garden of My Heart’ and 'The Fatal Deck of Cards.’ He acted as if he had come there to be the life of the party, and I guess he would have been the death of it if father hadn’t put the crusher on him by tak ing him into the library and mixing him three cocktails of the sort he calls ‘sleep-producers.’ The old gent learned how to make them from “Vic” Young, and they are guaranteed to silence a pest quicker than chloro form. “There was any number of quaint and curious folks among Wilfred's chosen, but goodness knows I ain’t got the memory or the time to tell you about how cunning all of them was. There was a pool shark that kept talking about combination shots and miscues, and a ex-jockey that Pittsburg Phil used to give all hi9 old neckties to, and a soubrette that came with the fellow that could wag his ears. All she could do was to chew gum and tell how she was learning the Tango dance. And there was a old fellow there that used snuff and talked out of the corner of his mouth. Wilfred asked him be cause the poor old soul had just had a run-in with his Wife and was afraid to go home. Yes, George, it was some mixed crowd and the birthday party was some weird affair. I wonder how many more birthdays Wilfred will have to have before he grows a few brains.” Their Married Life Warren Rails at the Improved Ways of Getting the Water in and Oat of the Bathtub JOLA, KANS.—"During the Change of Life I was sick for two years Be fore I took your medicine I could not bear the weight of my clothes and was bloated very ba 1 ly. I doctored with three doc tors but they di i me no good. They said nature must have Its way. My sister advised ne to take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table CompounJ and 1 purcli, i st,i a bottle. Before 1t was gone the bloating left me and I was not so sore. 1 continued taking it until I had taken twelve bottles. Now I am stronger than I have been for years and can do all my work, even the washing. Your medicine is worth its weight in gold. I cannot praise it enough. If inore women would take your medicine there would be more healthy women. You may use this letter for the good of others.”—Mrs. D. H. Brown, 809 N. Walnut St., Iola, Kans. t’hange of Life 1s one of the most critical periods of a woman’s exist ence. Women everywhere should remember that there is no other rem edy known to so successfully carry ’vc-mcn through this trying period as Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound,* H ’ou want special advice write to t-ydis E. Pmkham Medicine Co. (con- dential), Lvnn, Mass. Your letter wi!| be opened, read and answered By MABEL HERBERT URNER. ^ ^ rx EAR, the hot water won’t run!*' I J Waren, who was still half asleep, turned over, drew the bed clothes closer and yawned a gruff: •'What’s that?** "The hot water won’t run," repeated Helen. "Do you suppose It's cut off?" 'How the devil do I know? Call down to the Janitor—tell him you want hot water.” Helen went to the phone, but could not get the Janitor. The hall boy told her something was wrong with the holl er. By this time Warren was up. and Helen found him In the bath room aim lessly turning the faucet on and off but no sign of hot water. "Well, what'd he say? impatiently "1 couldn’t get the Janitor, dear, but the hall boy said something's the mat ter with the boiler "Told you to talk to the janitor, didn't IT’ snarled Warren, glad of a chance to vent his ill-humor on her. "That boy don’t know anything.” Angrily he strode out to the phone, Pussy Purr-mew running gayly after the tassel on his bathrobe that trailed behind on the floor. He got the Janitor on the wire, but did not roar at him as savagely as Helen had expected. Perhaps the policy of keeping right with the Janitor mollified his outburst. "We have no hot water up here," with cold precision. "Sorry, sir.” answerd the Janitor, "but one of the big pipes on the roof’s broken. We've sent for the plumber." "Tell Maggie she’ll have to heat some water for my bath," growled Warren, as he hung up the receiver. "Bring me what’s In the kettle right away— I’ll shave with that." Satisfying Warren. Helen hurried out to the kitchen. "Maggie, Mr. Curtis wants you to heat some water for his bath— I’ll take this in for him to shave with." Unheeding Maggie s protest that it was for the "coffee,” she emptied the steam ing teakettle Into a long-handled sauce pan "Now, All up this and the soup kettle and those two big saucepans— heat as much as you can." "Ain’t they goin’ to turn It on pret ty soon, ma’am?" demurred Maggie "No; the janitor says the big pipe’s burste<L s Now, hurry up." and carry ing th« sleaming saucepan, where War ren was stropping his razor. "Here, dear, here’s enough for you to shave with. She’s heating all she Knft •• r lFIR is Mabel Herbert Urnn’s series. “Married TAfe the Third Tear," under a new title, by which the series frill be known in the future. It icas Mrs. Urncr's desire that the title be changed in response to the requests of her hosts of readers and friends. "Their Married Life" tcill continue to deal with the joys and trials of Warren and Helen, whose friends among readers of The Georgian's Magazine Page number thousands. —EDITOR. half an hour before Warren, had shlv- eringly taken a cold sponge as best she could. But it did not occur to her to suggest that Warren do the same. Her instinct to cater to his personal comfort was so deep rooted that since he want ed his warm hath she did not think of considering the work or inconven ience. "That water hot yet?" he called out as he finished shaving "I'll see, dear," and with a oomb In her hand and her hair down, Helen again went out to test the water. It was hot in all except the big soup ket- tie. * "Bring It on anyway," shouted War ren. "I can’t wait any longer." At any other time Helen would have seen the humor of the scene that fol lowed There were six burners on the stove, and as every one was covered by some utensil full of water, she and Maggie made each three trips to the tub. War ren. still in his bathrobe, looked on in gloomy silence. "That’s not going to be enough," he grumbled, when the last kettle was emp tied and the tub was still hardly one- third full. "But dear, this would get cold before we could heat any more." “Suppose I’ll have to make it do then,” slamming the bath room door. A sound of splashing, then Warrer/s voire in muttered oaths. "What in thimder’s the matter with this tub? The water won’t stay in." "Have you got that thing marked ’Waste’ shut down tight?" called Hol- en. "Of course I have, but the blamed thing don’t work.” And his profanity grew more em phatic. as what little water there was evidently ebbed out before he had half time to bathe. Helen had heard Warren rave before about this "new fangled" plumbing, which was always getting out of "whack" and which either did not keep the water in the tub or would not let it out. But he had never raved quite so violently as he did this morning when he cam© in to breakfast. **X.f mi** T hi'iLi o hnuuA I’M nnt in hole at the bottom to let out the water and a rubber plug on a chain to keep It in. I’ll dare any plumber to propose anything else. By thunder, I’ll get a few things off my chest If he does! The whole plumbing business has gone nutty on ‘improved’ bathroom fixtures. Gad. they must stay awake at night trying to think of some new devlish contrivance to label ‘Waste’ or ‘Out!’ If you have a good rubber plug on a chain and & hole In the tub to put It in, you know what that’s for— you don't have to label It." Warren paused to get his breath and them went on more vehemently. "They have the water squirting up from the bottom of the tub, and from out the side, and from heaven knows where—any place but out of two sane faucets at the end. All theee ‘mod em’ hotels and apartments have some new Infernal way of getting the water in and out of the tub—and NONE of 'em work." When Warren once got started on this subject there was no stopping him By the time he finished his grapefruit, he had worked himself up to a savage mood. Breakfast Late. Although they had been at least fif teen minutes late sitting down to the table, breakfast was still not ready. "Couldn’t get breakfast with all those pots on the stove,” declared Mag gie, who now brought In the toast and coffee in an unmistakably bad humor. “And you can’t do things fast when there ain't no hot water.” For Helen the rest of the breakfast was most depressing. Warren had sub sided from his violent tirade against "modern bathroom fixtures" to a glum silence, and Maggie slammed things down with no attempt to conceal her ill- humor. AH morning the discomfort of being without hot water was very trying. Every few moments Helen would for get and start to turn it on, either in the kitchen, pantry eg bath room, only to have the pipes his* at her emptily. At noon the hallboy rang up And warned them to be sure that all faucets were turned off, as they were now test- nin«M ur»H th» hrtf uatmifl’hr But evidently the test was not a suc cess. The afternoon passed and still the hot water faucets only spluttered out a few dirty drops. "Hot water on?" demanded Warren, the moment he came home. "Not yet, clear, but I’m sure it will be before night. They’ve been testing the pipes." "Well, if I can’t get a hath here to night I’ll go where I can! Turkish bath’d be good for my cold, anyway." Helen always had horror of Warren going to a Turkish bath. She had never been to one, but she had the vague and wholly erroneous idea so many women have, that they were frequented only by sporting people It Comes at Last. And now every little while she kept running Into the bath room, vainly hop ing for hot water. She ’phoned down, and the Janitor said they were doing all they could. The plumbers were still at work, and they expected to have the water on any moment. "The devil they do!" growled War ren. "They’ve been saying that all day, haven’t they? Well, I'm not going to take any chances. I’m going to have a bath to-night." In spite of Helen’s protests and plead ings to wait a little longer. Warren shrugged into his overcoat and was off. Hardly had the elevator clanged after him. when Helen was aagin in the bath room, now from sheer force of habit, forlornly trying the hot water faucet. There was & sudden cheerful gurgle in the pipes and a thin stream of water spurted out! It was reddish- brown in color and icy cold, but as Helen waited breathlessly It grew clear and HOT. Was it too late to catch Warren? Frantically she ran to the window. Un der the street light she could see him ha'f-way up the block. She threw up the sash and called loudly. But the wind carried her voice the other way, and with a whirl of his cane he swung around the corner. Helen put down the window with a fierce resentment at things in general. Why did they always happen just wrong? She had tried the water just before he started. Why could it not have run then, instead of a moment afterward? Why did everything seem to contrive to operate always for her discomfort? Now she was left to a long evening alone, to worry about Waren and the unknown and ‘Vlnnhtftil" assr*nj».tions of The Mistakes of Jennie !>$ By Hai Coffman Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl Who Went to the Big City r" —mi 1 I (I -'j' J I h t? v ■ n ■l-G w 1 S*>\ - . I !' M il, MU'It'l $in• • \ IM I ' '"‘u v\" i; (flf A. ,,\V/ CHAPTER I. T HE meeting between Jennie and THE MAN all happened in the usual sort of way. Jennie was a little Southern girl who had gone to the big city to make her fortune. She worked in a big office building down town. THE MAN had often seen her leaving the place where she boarded. Whenever he did, he would follow and try to get a seat opposite her in the car and would then stare and stare, hoping for some recognition, but Jennie was always busy reading and never noticed THE MAN. If she had, she would have seen he was rather “oldish” and undoubtedly wouldn’t have given him another thought. One rainy day, however, Jennie started home, and when she got down to the street door found it was rain ing in torrents. Then, “accidentally” —quite "accidentally’’—THE MAN happened to be there and offered to share his umbrella with her—far as the car; and—wasn’t that strange?— he took the same car she did. Why, then, they could ride along together— couldn’t they?—and poor little Jennie didn’t see anything wrong in that, as he seemed so “nice” and almost as if he might have a little daughter of his own. The next night THE MAN “acci dentally” happened along just at the time Jennie was leaving for home. “Why, how do you do?” said THE MAN. "Nov.’, isn’t that the strangest thing we should meet again—and couldn’t we have dinner at a nice, big re.«taurant, with lots of lights and music?”—because, you see, his fam ily was away and he was so lone some. Jennie could phone home and say / “she had to work late, but would be home real early.” Then they went to a big, bright restaurant, and had a nice dinner, with the funniest, bub- liest wine that tasted so queer to Jennie that she just sipped a little of it. THE MAN was so polite and nice and Jennie was happier than she ever thought of being before and couldn't help looking around with big brown eyes and saying to THE MAN: “Gee! This is a swell place!” Hints For the Household If black kid gloves or calf skin boots have become hard, put the gloves on the hand and apply In that position (as if washing the hands) as much camphorated oil as the leather will absorb; then take off and hang to dry and also allow the camphor to evaporate. With boots rub in well with the hand the same kind of oil. This gives the original suppleness to the leather. A gas range may be kept black by wringing out a sponge (kept solely for the purpose) in warm water and rubbing well with soap, washing the stove while 1t is warm. If this is done Just after the cooking is over the stove may be kept black and free from grease spots. When cane bottom seats sag, sponge both sides of the cane with hot soap suds in which a handful of salt has been dissolved, then stand the chair in the open air. Treated like this, the seats will become as firm as when new, shrinking into place. Make Your Cakes Taste Better Your family eats griddle cakes for the syrup— not for the cakes themselves. True—isn’t it? If you served cakes without syrup, you’d take them away untouched. Serve them with Velva instead of just syrup, and that family of yours will enjoy its breakfast more, eat heartier and be really satisfied. You can’t find the equal of Red Velva Kisses 1 capful Red Velva Syrup, 1 cupful sugar, 2 table spoonfuls but ter, 1 teaspoonful vin egar, 1 teaspoonful vanilla extract. Boil the syrup and sugar together until the mixture harden* when tested in cold water. Then add the butter, vanilla extract and the vinegar and boil for 2 minutes longer. Pour into a buttered pan or platter and pull when cool enough to handle. Pull into a long strip one inch thick and cat, with buttered icissori, in small kisses. Chopped nuts in the red can. it’s the quality syrup of them all. Use it for candy, tor cake, for fudge. Try it on waffles or biscuit. Pour some on a muffin, a popover, or on steamed hominy, and you’ll have a morsel that will make your mouth water for more. Get Velva and try it. Ten cents up, ac cording to size, for the clean, sanitary can. In green cans, too, at your grocer’s, if you prefer.