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By the Sweat of His Brow
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
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rn.L you bo ?ood enough."
auks M. E,, "to tell me If
It is proper for a girl to
kiss a young; man who tells her he
loves her hut can not marry her for
somp time to come owlnK to the fact
that he is not in a position to support
her at the present time, and may
never be able to do so?”
If kisses be classed as luxuries or
necessities depends solely on the
years of the one making the classifl-
, ation Youth regards them as neces
sities. and Age knows they are but
idle luxuries, meaningless though not
unpleasant, and an altogether unsani
tary method of expressing an affec
tion that sometimes lasts little longer
than the kiss Itself. •
Hilt, be they luxuries or necessities,
tiiex should he classed among the
many things which a man should he
< ompelled to earn by the sweat of his
brow. I'nless he can earn a living,
and by the sweat of his brow provide
bread, he is not entitled to kisses.
I’nless he can go forth and with mus
cle and brain produce the price of a
nest for his bride, he hasn't earned
t he right to be kissed by anybody in
the world but his mother.
Is an Insult.
The kiss that is given to a girl with
the declaration, “I love you, but 1
can not afford to marry you; I am not
in position to support you now, and
may never be able to do so," is an in
sult.
it is as if he said to her; "It grat
ifies me to kiss you. and for that
reason 1 seek the privilege. I can do
nothing for you and my monopoly of
your affection wilLserve no other pur
pose than to place you in an embar-i
rasslng position, end to keep other\
lovers away whose intentions are more 1
honorable. But It pleases me to kiss !
you, and when I grow tired of kiss- j
ing you I can take my avowals of ,
love to some other girt. They cany |
no promise with them, no.obligation, j
no duty, and so long as there are girls ,
in the world who will kiss me, I can
enjoy myaglf without paying ■>*«•
price.”
He Is a Loafer.
1 take it that this young man is a
loafer, and who is there who thinks i
that the man who loafs when there is
so much work to do, is entitled to any
girl's kisses? A self-respecting man
will seek work, and a self-respectIng
girl will refuse to bestow any mark
of affection on a man who is a pro
fessional hobo in the Kingdom of
Love. , ,
To care for such a man Is a weak
ness that carries tragedy in Its wake.
It is the same kind of weakness that
marks the woman who supports her
husband, finding recompense for her
toll In the fact that he never abuses
her or speaks cross to her, while
other women's husbands who work
hard and earn a good living are some
times fretted and angry.
The girl who permits such a man
to kiss her shows a heart that is soft
and a brain that is weak. She has
two choices of degradation Rlther
she kisses the man to no other pur
pose than a waste of time and an un
savory memory, or she marries him
and takes upon her shoulders the
burden of his support.
There is no other alternative.
L.
Some Up-to-Date Gowns and * *
* * How I hey Are Fashioned
WITHIN THE LAW Adventure, Infringe and Love
rrv11E announcement made recently
[ that the* Prince of Wales, in
the interval of his studies at
Oxford, is learning to play the bag
pipes under the tuition of Pipe Major
W Kose, of the Second Scots Guards,
surprised many people, and particu
larly those who have an inherent dis
like to the much-abused Instrument.
But his loyal highnesa. in taking up
the bagpipe as a musical accomplish
ment, Is merely carrying on a tradi
tion of the royal house, many of the
members of which have always had a
liking for the merry chant of the
pipes. Queen Victoria had her piper
a* Balmoral, and so had King Ed
ward, and to-day there is one at-
iached to the royal establishment, for
King George is fond of bagpipe mu
sic as his father and his royal grand
mother were.
Early Morning Skirt.
When the court is In residence in
the Highlands it is customary for the
royal piper, dressed In full Highland
costume, to march backward and for
ward ill front of the royal apart
ments even morning and awaken the
household with the "skirl” of his pipes
on official occasions, too, when the
Balmoral Highlanders are welcoming
thr king and queen on their arrival
at their Scottish residence, or when
the retainers on the royal estate are
taking part in any function, the king's
piper invariably heads the procession
of kilted men.
At tile Bracmar Highland gather
ing, the great social event of the sea
son on Deeside, which Is patronised
by royally, this official always “plays"
the king's , lansmen around the arena.
On a memorable occasion at New
Mar Lodge, the seat of the late Duke
of Fife, King Edward, along with the
princess royal, her two daughters and
Ms grace, marched at the head of a
body of Highlanders to the accom
paniment of the music of the bag
pipes, for which his majesty had as
much liking as he had for the kilt
When lie was in the Highlands.
Highland Garb.
As soon as he reached Balmoral on
his periodical visits King Edward—
3ust. as King George does to-day—
donned the kilt, and, as was often re
marked, no Highlander could carry it
hotter than did his majesty. Queen
Victoria, too. had as great an admira
tion for the tartan as she had for the
bigpipes. In her majesty's time the
' walls of Balmoral Castle were draped
|UU . | olors. Th' V ha V®
miiiT' been replaced *>y less somber
decoration s’ Hut neither the wear
ing of the kilt nor the retaining of a
piper is dictated by royal'fashion, for
• very nobleman w lose ancestral home
i in the Highlands dons the tradi-
as much out of compll-
mcestry as for any other
guests, as a rule, follow
as a matter of courtesy,
but it does not always happen that
they have the necessary habiliments
with which to convert themselves for
the time being into "Highlanders.”
An Amusing Story.
the sporran, and to the consternation
of his host and hostess and their
other guests he appeared with It at
tached to the back instead of the
front of the kilt! Taking the prince
quietly aside, Lord - - suggested
that his sporran should he reversed,
and with profound apologies for the
mistake he had made, his highness
placed the pouch In its proper posi
tion.
Shoes of the Scot.
It is not only in Scotland that the
bagpipes are regarded with favor. The
Englishman certainly likes them best
at a distance, but they are a very
popular Instrument among the natives
-of the Punjab. In India. The late
Maharajah of Patiala had a tine band
of pipers, wholly composed of Sikhs
and other natives, who had been
trained by a piper from one of the
British highland regiments. Many of
the Indian frontier forces—notably the
Gurkha regiments—have bagpipe
hands of their own. An amusing in
stance of Scottish pride is told by a
retired Indian officer in this connec
tion. He wan one day visiting the
Court of the Rajah of Jeend, and no
ticed that the only person who broke
through the rigid rule of etiquette,
which forbids the wearing of shoes
in the presence of the Rajah, was nia
bagpiper. Judicious inquiry elicited
the fact that the sturdy Scot, when
being engaged as the court musician,
had stipulated that he was not to ne
obliged to go about the court in bare
feet as he regarded it as derogatory
to his native country that he shoui 1
do such a thing.
nl
son. I
exam i
el
An amu
jry is tc
an, and
e Highly
ors
mounted spo
something lib
it. The kilt
course, and t
the next day
Highland
ing but well-authenticated
d of a German prince who
uest of a Scottish noble-
Cio was ao fascinated with
id dress that he determined
kilt made. He placed the
a well-known firm of tni-
complete outfit, richly
th silver buckles, and gold-
an or pouch. He paid
a hundred guineas for
was delivered in due
i prince w as rigged out
n all the splendor of a
In! Hut his highness
Do You Know
Thai—
About a year ago four students of
Boston University started out with a
tuning fork to sing their way round
the world. They have arrived in
London by way of San Francisco,
Honolulu, Japan, China. Manchuria
and India, and are appearing under
the title of the “University Quar
tette,” or the “Four Singing Evan
gelists.” Each can preach a sermon,
lead a young men’s Sunday school
class or blend his voice with the others
in the four-part setting of a hymn.
Sometimes they make a complete
change of program and give a secular
entertainment, with humorous songs.
Southern coon songs and piano solos.
A rudder with a doorway into the
interior is a feature of the Cunardcr
Aquitania, recently finished. The rud
der is so large that a doorway ha?
been constructed In the lower par;
to admit workmen, so that they can
remove the pin which connects the
rudder to the ship. This pin is four
feet long, and bigger than the heav
iest projectile made for modern ar
tillery. When delivered at the build
ers' yard the rudder was in three
parts. After they had been connect !
and laid upon the ground the dis
tance that had to be walked to pass
around the rudder was over 100 feet.
The "homeles” population of Lon
don, according to the latest census of
th* County Council, numbers nearly
*22,000. Some time ago a scheme was
started by which the police gave lodg
ing tickets to these night wanderers.
This has somewhat depleted the Em
bankment and the streets, but the
fact is noted that only about half of
the people w ho are given tickets make
use of them They clearly prefer the
wandering life.
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False Gratitude
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
HE SHOULD ATONE.
TAEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I n
I met
f o w
months ago with w hom 1 am very
much in love. 1 have had an ap
pointment with him. but he failed
.to come. Ho phoned the next day.
but I was not at home. Sh all I
call him up and ask him Yo call?
JESTINE.
Having felled to keen his engage
ment, it is due you from him that he
make another, and atone for his fail
ure to keep it by being prompt arid
particularly attentive. Tou do not
owe him the courtesy of asking him
to call.
A Golden One.
A white rose in his buttonhole, and
cotton gloves on his dirty hands, old
Bill Loafer swaggered jauntily along
the street. At the come
stopped him, exclaiming
lously:
‘'Why, Bill, ol’ man, what’s hap
penedbin left some money.
"No. no," said Bill. "It’s me goldin
weddin’; I’m celebratin' me goldin
weddin’! ”
"But why ain’t your wif*
in’ it. too’.’” inquired hi
see ’or goin’ to work as u
mornin’. Why ain’t she got a whin
rose and non gloves?”
"Kr!” muttered Bill, ns he grunted
reflectively. "She ain’t got nuthjn'
to do wiv it!
a friend
in cretin-
file
elchrat*
id. 1 T
ml this
She’s me fourth!
Little Molly May was only six, and
on the morning of the story was sob
bing her heart out because she had
lost a penny. Many looked and sym
pathized as she trotted down the
street; but it was an old gentleman
who played the role ot practical Sa
maritan.
"Well, my little maid." he asked, ns
he patted\Molly May’s heaving shoui
der, “what a the trouble?”
"Boo-hoo! I’ve lost a penny!” cane
the muffled answer.
Without a word the old gentleman
thrust his hand into hie pocket, an 1
handed Molly a penny to replace tht
one she had lost, saying:
"There—there, now everything w *1
be all right."
But to 1 is utter confusion, th*
little girl uropped her damp pinafore,
gazing at him with an expression n
which sorrow strove valiantly with
anger, and said
“Oh. you wicked old man, oo
all the tin**’
What the Master Used.
The inspector was talking about
adverbs and adjectives.
“Does your master use adverbs and
adjectives?” he asked.
"Yes, sir.” chorused the scholars.
"Well, what does ho use when h;
does not use adverbs and adjectives?
There was a silence. Finally a lit
tle fellow waved his hand.
"He generally uses a ruler, sir.”
the left an afternoon
dress composed of a small,
loose coat of “orange”
velvetine and of a skirt of pale
gray silk cloth.
The coat is cut kimono style,
fastened on the side by a hook.
A broad shawl collar is faced
with gray silk cloth and the cuffs
which finish the sleeves are ajso
lined with gray-silk cloth. There
is a pocket on each side.
A small blouse of white net
shows ruching.at tbe neck and at
the wrists.
The skirt Is a long tunic,
crossed in the front and caught
up at the waist by large gath
erings. The left side of the tunic
is caught up by
few folds un-
The underskirt
der the other,
is plain.
On the right a small after
noon coat of "Havana” taffeta.
It gathered over an emplece-
ment making points over the
shoulders and falling rather low'
over the arms. Broad openings
make the armholes, which are
edged hv a small flat ruchlng
which hides the -setting of a sec
ond sleeve of Chantilly lace,
tightened at the wrists by three
ru' hings of tafTetn. and finished
by a high flounce over the hand.
The fullness of the coat is caught
up at the bottom, giving a curved
effect and finishing in back in a
small tail and edged by a small
flat ruching.
A huge jet hook fastens the
bottom. Two small revers of taf
feta and a broad collar of black
Chantilly complete this coat.
Wanted Instructions.
N'l'hc station master on the Eastern
Indian Railway had been given strict
orders not to do anything out of the
ordinary without authority from the
superintendent. This accounts for his
svedins the following telegram:
"Suit, rintendent’s Office. Calcutta.
. Tiger on platform eating railway
porter. Please wire instructions."
THREE QUESTIONS.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK
j ^ \XT tHAT is Modest' . ’ I asked
Of a vioh*t that basked
In a swamp one summer day
Where a sunbeam chanced to stray.
Then the purple violet,
Squandering fragrance, dewy wet.
Spoke from out the swampland low:
"Modesty? 1 do not know.’'
Then I asked a Illy white.
Paler than an altar-light,
Sinless as a vestal’s day;
"What is Purity, I pray?**
And the lily in the dell
Answered me, “I cannot tell.**
"What is beauty?” I inquired
Of a rose w ith crimson fired.
"Beaut\. Cleopatra’s sift,
Casting Antony adrift.
Beauty? Tell me ore 1 go.”
Said the rose. "I do not know.”
?hcn
as
girl aged th
all to mo.
Hints For the
Household
When rinsing flannels and woolens
it is best to do so in \ soapv
water, as pure warm vote- rpnl-vs
them hard; also when hanging cur
tains out. to drv, hang them double,
as it makes them even end prevents
them getting torn so easily.
Whqn about to make a nudeing.
well flour your board ard railing pin
and roll th* suet out to r. thin sheet.
Take between your hards and rub
down, when you wEl And the suet 1
fine as breadcrumbs.
Hot wAter marks rv '
from japanned trays b;
process of rubbing tiu
with sweet oil. ml the
with a little dry flour on a
overi
m p! *
veil
noli siting
eft duster.
the
i eve
To curl a feather that has become
damaged with rain or dew. sprinkle it
thickly with common salt and shake
Ijjpfcre a bright fir* until dry. when
you will find it as good as new.
When v.as’Hng pudding cloths
throw some orange nrp’' n2v . into th- ?
water. This collects the grease arid
helps to make the cloths white and
clean-looking.
Soap that is allowed to an and
harden las Vs • ” ice a - long as if used
wh«*n T herefore it is cheapy *
to buy it in quantity and keep it in a
ary place.
To prevent cu? ard dishe« or glasses
from cracking when pouring boiled
custard into them, place the dish on
a damp cloth. This plan is most ef
fective.
To thread a darning-needle, take a
'cnC 1 ' of cotton, put the two ends
together, and thread through the eye,
put wool through loop and nraw it.
A teaspoonful of borax to a quart of
water will make hard water soft, so
that It can be used for washing the
most delicate skin.
If a white shirt is scorched when
j ironed the brown marks may be re
moved by rubbing them with a little
dry borax.
Copyright, 1913, by the H. K Fly Com
pany The play “Within the I jaw” is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novellzation of It is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex-
clu.“tve rights of the representation
and performance of “Within the Law"
in all languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play of BAYARD VEILLER.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
But Aggie was not one to be Ignored
under any circumstances. Now she
spoke with some acerbity in her voice,
which could at will be wondrous soft
and low.
“Say!” she retorted viciously, “you
can’t throw any* scare into us. You
hain’t got anything on us. See?”
Cassidy, in response to this outburst,
favored the girl with a long stare, and
there was hearty amusement In his
tones as he answered:
“Nothing on you, eh? Well, well, let’s
see.” He regarded Garson with a grin.
"You are Joe Garson, forger." As he
spoke, the detective took a note-book
from a pocket, foimd a page and then
read: “First arrested in 1891 for forg
ing the name of Edwin Goodsell to a
check for ten thousand dollars. Again
rearrested June 19, 1893, for forgery.
Arrested in April, 1898, for forging the
signature of Oscar Hemmenway to a
series of bonds that were counterfeit.
Arrested as the man back of the Reilly
gang in 1903. Arrested in 1908 for for
gery.’’
There was no change in the face or
pose of the man who listened to the
reading. When it was done, and the
officer looked up with a resumption of
his triumphant grin, Garson spoke
quietly.
“Haven’t any records of convictions,
have you?”
The grin died and a snarl sprang in
its stead.
“No,” he snapped, vindictively. “But
we've got the right dope on you, all
right, Joe Garson.” He turned savagely
on the girl, who now had regained her
usual expression of demure innocence,
but with her rather too heavy brows
drawn a little lower than their wont
under the influence of an emotion other
wise concealed.
“And you’re little Aggie Lynch,” Cas
sidy declared as he thrust the note-book
back into his pocket. “.Just now you re
posing as Mary Turner’s cousin. You
served two years in Burnsing for black
mail. You were arrested in Buffalo,
j convicted and served your stretch.
'Nothing on you? Well, well!” Again
i there was triumph in the officer’s
; jhuckle.
Aggie showed no least sign of per
turbation in the face of this revelation
i of her unsavory record. Only an ex
pression of half-incredulous wor.der and
delight beamed from her widely opened
blue eyes and was emphasized in the
rounding of the little mouth.
Sarcasm Without Effect.
“Why,” she erle I. am! now there was
-oftness enough in the cooing notes,
•my Gawd! 't looks as though you
V ad actually been worktn’!’
Tho sarcasm was without effect on
iPa <: u n sensibilities of the officer. He
went on speaking with obvious enjoy-
, i . 0 f the extent to which his knowL-
dge reached.
• And th head of the gang is Mary
.’urner. Arrested four . ears ago for
robbing the Emporium. Did her stretch
I f three years.”
I "Is that all you’ve got about her?”
; Jarson demanded with such abruptness
hat Cassidy forgot his dignity suffi-
I uently to answer with an unqualified
: yes.
The forger continued speaking rap-
11 y, and now there was an undercur
rent of feeling in his voice.
| “Nothing in your record of her about
her coming out without a friend in the
world and trying to go straight? You
ain’t get nothing in that pretty little
book of youv*n about your going to the
millinery store where she finally got a
> job and tipping them off to where she
come from?”
I “Sure they was tipped off," Cassidy
answered, quite unmoved. And he add
ed. swelling visibly with importance:
I “AVe got to protect the city."
| “Got anything in that record of
your’n,” Garson went on venomously,
"about her getting another job, and
your following her up again and having
her thrown out? Got it there about the
letter you had old Gilder write, so that
his influence would get her canned?”
“Oh, we had her right the first time,”
Cassidy admitted, complacently.
Then the bitterness of Garson’s soul
SYNOPSIS.
Mary Turner, becoming an orphan,
is thrown on her own resource*. 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 pay a living
\#age. 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
Burnsing, 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, rotfbing only the
unscrupulous. Glider’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.
ruped, caressingly. 'Tve enjoyed your
Now go on with the story vls,t sn much!
snapped, with the virulence of a vixen.
“You can’t do anything to us. We ain’t
broke the law.” There came a sudden
ripple of laughter, and the charm!**
lips ourved joyously as she addedi
“Though perhaps we have bent it a bit.”
Cassidy sneered, outraged by such im
pudence on the part of an ex-convict.
“Don’t make no difference what
you’ve done,” he growled. “Gee!” he
went on with a heavy sneer. "But
things are coming to a pretty pass
when a gang of crooks gets to arguing
about their rights. That’s funny, that
is!”
Then laugh!” Aggie exclaimed, In
solently, and made a face at the officer.
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“Well, you’ve got the tip.” Cassidy
returned, somewhat disconcerted, after
a stolid fashion of his own. “It’s up to
you to take it, that’s all. If you don’t,
one of you will make a long visit with
some people out of town, and It’ll prob
ably be Mary. Remember, I’m giving
It to you straight.”
Aggie assumed her formal society
manner, exaggerated to the point of
extravagance.
“Do come again, little one,” she chlr
The Soft Answer.
He tvas really grow ing tired of pay-
jtng off his son's bills—the boy was
| an undergraduate at one of the big
I universities. However, after much
j thought, he decided to be indulgent
j just once more.
Boys will be boys, he thought. Ac-
j cordingly, as requested, he sent a
Jcheck for $250, but accompanied it
with stern admonitions to live more
wisely and more economically.
“My son.’’ he wrote, "you must ’re
member that your studies are costing
i me a great deal of money—very much
more than I can honestly afford.”
“I know It. father—I know it,” re-
[ piled his incorrigible hopeful: “and
j the tragedy is that I don’t study very
hard, either.”
Long Time for Both.
Affable Passenger—Indeed, and you
are a music hall artiste! I am a
banker, and I think it must be at
least twenty years since I was in e
music hall.
Music Hall Artiste (regretfully)—
And I’m quite certain, sir, it’s twenty
years since I was in a bank.
was revealed by the fierceness in his
voice as he replied:
“You did not! She was railroaded for
a job she never done. She went in hon
est and she came out honest.”
The detective indulged himself In a
cackle of sneering merriment.
“And that’s why she's here now with
a gang of crooks,” he retorted-
Mr. Cassidy Laughs.
Garson met the implication fairly.
“Where else should she be?” he de
manded, violently. “You ain’t got noth
ing In that record about my Jumping
into the river after her?’’ The forger's
voice deepned and trembled with the
intensity of his emotion, which was now
grown so strong that any who listened
and looked might guess something of
the truth as to his feeling toward this
woman of whom he spoke. “That’s
where I found her—a girl that never
done nobody any harm, starving be
cause you police wouldn’t give her a
chance to w r ork. In the river because
she wouldn't take the only other way
that was left her to make a living, be
cause she was keeping straight! . . .
Have you got any of that in your
book?”
Cassidy, who had been scowling in the
face of this arraignment, suddenly gave
vent to a croaking laugh of derision.
“Huh!” he said, contemptuously. ‘T
guess you’s stuck on her, eh?”
At the Words, an instantaneous change
swept over Garson. Hitherto he had
been tense, his face set with emotion,
a man strong and sullen, with eyes as
clear and heartless as those of a beast
in the wild. Now, without warning, a
startling transformation was wrought.
His form stiffened to rigidity after one
lightning-swift step forward, and his
face grayed. The eyes glowed with the
fires of a man’s heart in a spasm of
hate. He was the embodiment of rage
as he spoke huskily, his voice a whis
per that was yet louder than any shout.
“Cur that!”
The eyes of the two men locked. Cas
sidy struggled with all his pride against
the dominant fury this man hurled on
him.
“What?” he demanded, blusteringly.
But his tone was weaker than its wont.
“I mean,” Garson repeated, and there
was finality in his accents, a deadly
qualit5 r that was appalling, “I mean, cut
it out—now, here, and all the time!
It don’t go!” The voice rose slightly.
The effect of it was more penetrant than
a scream. “It don’t go . . . Do you
get me?”
There was a short interval of sil
ence, then the officer’s eyes at last fell.
It was Aggie who relieved the tension
of the scene.
"He’s got you,” she remarked, airily.
“Oi. oi! He’s got you!”
There were again a. few seconds of
pause, and then Cassidy made an ob
servation that revealed in some meas
ure the shock of the experience he had
just undergone.
"You would have been a man,
Joe, if it hadn’t been for that tamper
of yours. It’s got you into trouble
once or twice already. Some take it’s
likely to prove your finish.”
Garson relaxed Ills immobility, and a
little color crept into his cheeks.
“That’s my business,” he responded,
dully.
“Anyway,” the officer went on, with a
new confidence, now that his eyes were
free from the gaze that had burned in
to his soul, “you’ve got to clear out.
tfce whole gang of you and do it quick.”
Aggie, who as a matter of fact began
to feel that she was not receiving her
due share of attention, now interpos
ed, moving forward till her face was
close to the detective’s.
“We don’t scare worth a cent,” she
But Cassidy paid no apparent atten
tion, to her frivolousness; only turned
and went noisily out of the drawing
room, offering no return to her daintily
Inflected good-afternoon.
For her own part, as she heard the
outer door close behind the detective,
Aggie’s expression grew vicious, and the
heavy brows drew very lew, until the
level line almost made her prettiness
vanish.
“The truck-horse detective!” she
sneered. “An eighteen collar and a sfac-
and-a-half hatl He sure had his nerve,
trying to bluff us!”
But It was plain that Garson was of
another mood. There waa anxiety In
his face as he stood scaring vaguely
out of the window.
‘‘What Have We Done.’*
“Perhaps It wasn’t a bluff, Aggie,**
he suggested.
“Well, what have we done. Td Mice
to know?” the girl demanded, confident
ly. She took a cigarette and a match 1
from the tabouret beside her and
stretched her feet comfortably, if very
Inelegantly, on a chair opposite.
Garson answered with a note of wear
iness that was unlike him.
“It ain’t what you have done,” he
said, quietly. “It’s what they can
make a Jury think you’ve done. And,
once they set out to get you—God, how
they can frame things! If they ever
start out after Mary „** He did not
finish the sentence, but sank down in
to his chair with a groan that was al
most of despair.
The girl replied with a burst of care
less laughter.
“Joe,” she said gayly, “you*re ont
grand little forger, all right, all right.
But Mary’s got the brains. Pooh, I’ll
string along with her as far as she
wants to go. She’s educated, she 1*
She ain’t like you and me, Joe. She
talks like a lady and, what’s a damn
ed sight harder, she acts like a lady.
I guess I know. Wake me up any
old night, and ask me—just ask me,
that’s all. She’s been tryln’ to make
a lady out of me!”
The vivaciousness of the girl dis
tracted the man for the moment from
the gloom of his thoughts, and he turn
ed to survey the speaker with a cyni
cal amusement.
“Swell chance!” he commented dryly.
“Oh, I’m not so worse! Just you
watch out.” The lively girl sprang up,
discarded the cigarette adjusted an ima
ginary train and spoke lispingly in a
society manner much more moderate
and convincing than that with which
she had favored the retiring Cassidy.
Voice, pose and gesture proclaimed at
least the excellent mimic.
“How do you do, Mrs. Jones! So
good of you to call! .... My dear
Miss Smith, this is indeed a pleasure ’
She seated herself again, quite primly
now, and moved her hands over the
tabouret appropriately to her words.
"One lump or two? . . . Yes. I Just love
bridge. No, I don’t play," she contin
ued, simpering; “but, just the same, I
love it.” With this absurd ending,
Aggie again arranged her feet accord
ing to her liking on the opposite chair.
“That’s the kind of stuff she’s had me
doing,” she rattled on in her coarser
voice, “and believe me. Joe, it’s damn
ed near killing me. But all the same.”
she hurried on, with a swift revulsion
of mood to the former serious topic.
“I’m for Mary strong! You stick to
her, Joe, and you’ll wear diamonds.
. . . And that reminds me! I wish
she’d let me wear mine, but she won’t.
She says they’re vulgar for an Innocent
country girl like her cousin, Agnes
Lynch. Ain’t that fierce? . . . How
can anything he vulgar that's worth a
hundred and fifty a carat?
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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