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By the Sweat of His Brow
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
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Y/y asks M E.. “to tell
Rood enough.’’
me If
it is proper for a girl to
kiss a young man who tells her he
loves her but ran not marry her for
some time to come owing to the fact
that he is not in a position to support
her at the present time, and may
never he able to do so?”
If kisses be classed as luxuries or
necessities depends solely on the
years of the one making the classifi
cation. 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.
But, be they luxuries or necessities,
they should be classed among the
many things which a man should be
compelled to earn by the sweat of his
brow. Unless he can earn a living,
and by the sweat of his brow provide
bread, he is not entitled to kisses.
Unless he can go forth and with mus
cle and brain produce the price of a
nest for his bride, he hasn’t earned
the right to be kissed by anybody in
the world hut his mother.
Is an Insult.
The kiss that is given to a girl with
the declaration, “1 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 I seek the privilege. I can do
nothing for you and my monopoly of
your affection will serve no other pur
pose than to place you in an embar
rassing position, and to keep other
lovers away whose intentions are more
honorable But it pitiiti me to kis*-
you, and when I grow tired of kiss
ing you 1 can take my avowals of
love to dome other girl. They carrv
no promise with them, no obligation,
no duty, and so long as there arc glrla
In the world who will kiss me, I can
enjoy myself without paying '.<*
price.”
He Is a Loafer.
I take it that thin younK man is a
loafer, and who 1h there who thinks
that the man who loafs when there is
so much work to do. is entitled to any
girl s kisses ? A self-respeetlng man
will seek work, and a self-rgspectlng
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-
neas that carries tragedy In its wake
It Is the same kind of weakness that
marks the woman who supports her
husband, finding recompense f<>» her
toll In the fact that he never abuses
her or speaks cross to her, while
other wmnen’s husbands who work
hard and earn a good living are some
times fretted and angry.
The girl who permits Burh a mun
to kiss her shows a heart that Is soft
and a brain that Is weak She has
two choices of degradation: Klther
she kisses the man to no other pur
pose than a waste of time and an un
savory memory, or she marries him
and lakes upon her shoulders the
burden of his support.
There is no other alternative
Some Up-to-Date Gowns and *■ *
* * How They Are Fashioned
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A Prince Who Plays Bagpipes
T HE 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. Ko.se, of the Second Scots Guard!",
surprised many people, and particu
larly thoH* 1 who have an Inherent dis
like to the much-abused instrument.
But his royal highness, 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
at BaJmoral. and so had King Ed
ward, and to-day there Is one at-
tached 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-
u 11-d In front of the royal apart
ments every morning and awaken the
household with the "skirl” of his pipes.
On official occasions, too, when the
Balmoral Highlanders are welcoming
the 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 the Braemar Highland gather
ing. the great social event of the sea-
on on Deeside, which Is patronised
by royalty, this officiaj always “plays”
the king’s clansmen around the arena,
on a memorable occasion’at New
Mar Lodge, the seat of the late Duke
of Fife. King Edward, along with the
prir ops royal, her two daughters and
his grace, marched at the head of a
body of Highlanders to the accom
paniment of the music of the bag
pipe.*. for which his majesty had ns
much liking as he had for the kilt
when he was In the Highlands.
Highland Garb.
As soon as he reached Balmoral on
his periodical visits King Edward—
just as King George does to-day—
conned the kilt, and. as was often re
marked, r.o Highlander could carry it
better 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
w Hi the Stuart colors. They have
• int < lua n replaced by less somber
decorations! But neither the wear
ing of the kilt nor the retaining of a
piper is dictated by royal fashion, for
• very nobloirun whose ancestral home
is in the Highlands dons the tradi
tional garb as much out of compli
ment to his ancestry as for any other
reason. His guests, as a rule, follow
his example as a matter of courtesy,
but |t does not always happen that
they have the necessary habiliments
with which to convert themselves for
the time (being into "Highlanders.”
An Amusing Story.
An amusing but well-authenticated
story is told of a German prince who
was the guest of a Scottish noble
man. and who was eo fascinated with
the Highland dress that he determined
to have a kilt made. He placed the
order w ith a‘’well-known firm of tai
lors for a complete outfit, richly
adorned with silver buckles, and gold-
mounted sporran or pouch. He paid
something like a hundred guineas for
it. The kilt was delivered in due
course, and the prince was rigged out
the next day in all the splendor of a
Highland chieftain! But his highness
was unfamiliar with the wearing of
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 be 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 fine 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
bands of their own. An amusing in
stance of Scottish pride is told by a
retired Indian officer In this connec
tion. He was one day visiting the
Court of ‘he Rajah of Jeend, and no
ticed that the only person who broke
through the rigid rule of etiquett
which forbids the wearing of shoes
in the presence of the Rajah, was nis
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 shorn i
do such a thing.
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Infringe and Love
Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play "Within the Uw" is
copyrighted by Mr. Velller and this
novelizatlon of It Is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex
clusive rights of tne representation
and performance of ‘"Within the Law"
in all languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play of BAYARD VEILLER.
vice
Lovelorn
Do You Know
That—
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 bis 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 t ie
interior is n feature of the Uunarder
Aqultania, 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 I
and laid upon the ground the dis
tance that had to be walked to pass
around the rudder was over 100 fee*.
The “homeles" population of Lon
don. according to the latest census of
the 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 who are given tickets make
use of them. They clearly prefer the
wandering life.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
HE SHOULD ATONE.
I AFAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I met a young man a few
months ago with whom I am very
much In love. I have had an ap
pointment with him, hut he failed
to come. He phoned the next day.
but 1 was not at home. Shall I
call him up and ask him to call?
JEST1NE.
Having failed to keep his engage
ment, it is due you from him that h- 3
make another, and atone for his fail
ure to keep it by being prompt ami
particularly attentive. You do noi
owe him the courtesy of asking him
to call.
A Golden One.
A white rose in his buttonhole, and
cotton gloves on his Mirty hands, old
Bill Loafer swaggered jauntily along
the street. At the corner a friend
stopped him. exclaiming incredu
lously :
"Why. Bill, ol’ man, what’s hap
pened—bln left some money?”
"No, no,” said Bill. "It’s me goldin
weddln’; I’m celebratin’ me guldin
weddin’! ”
"But w hy ain’t your wife celebrat
in’ it. too?” inquired his friend. "1
see *er goin’ to work, as usual this
rftornin’. Why ain’t she got i white
rose and non glovt s ’”
“Er!” muttered Bill, as he grunted
reflectively. "She ain’t got nut bin'
to do wiv It! She's me fourth!”
What the Master Used.
The inspector was talking about
adverbs and adjectives
"l*oes your master use adverbs and
adjectives?” he asked.
"Ye-, sir,” chorused the scholars.
"Well, what does he use when he
does not use adverbs and adjectives?'
There was a silence. Finally a lit
tie fellow waved his hand.
"He generally uses a ruler, sir."
O N 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
w ith gray silk cloth and the cuffs
which finish the sleeves are also
lined with gray-silk cloth. There
is a pocket on each side.
A small blouse of white net
snows ruching at the neck and at
the wrists.
The skirt is a long tunic,
crossed in the front and caught
Up at tlie waist by large gath
erings. The left side of the tuple
is caught up by a few folds un
der the other. The underskirt
is plain.
On the right a small after
noon coat of "Havana” taffeta.
It is gathered over an empiece-
ment. making points* over 4he
shoulders and falling rather low
over the arms. Broad openings
m ike the armholes, which are
edged by a small flat ruching
which hides the setting of a sec
ond sleeve of Chantilly lace,
tightened at the wrists by three
riichings of taffeta, 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
fiat 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.
The 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
sending the following telegram:
"Superintendent’s Office. Calcutta.
Tiger on platform eating railway
porter. Please wire instructions.”
Hints For the
Household
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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 of practical Sa
maritan. v
"Well, mv little maid.” he asked, as
he patted Molly May’s heaving shout
der, “what’s the trouble?"
"Boo-hoo! I’ve lost a penny!" carte
the muffled answer.
Without a word the old gentleman
thrust his hand into his pocket. anJ
handed Molly a penny to replace the
:>ne she had lost, saying:
"There—there, now everything w M
be all right.”
But to ..is utter confusion. th rt
little girl cropped her damp pinafore,
gazing at him with an expression ;n
which aofrow strove valiantly with
anger, and said
"Oh, you wicked old man. oo had it
all the time."
THAT is Modesty?” I asked
Of a violet 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? I do not know.”
Then T 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, "1 cannot tell.”
"What is beauty?" i inquired
Of a rose w ith crimson fired.
"Beauty. Cleopatra’s gift.
Casting Antony adrift.
Beauty? Tell me ere I go.”
Said the rose, "1 do not know ."
Then 1 asked a girl aged three.
Who explained it all to me.
When iinsing flannels and woolens
it is best to do so in warm soapy
water, as pure warm' water makes
them hard; also when hanging cur
tains out to dry, hang them double,
as It makes them even and prevents
them getting torn so easily.
When about Lo make a pudding,
well flour your board, and rolling pin
and roll the suet out to a thin sheet.
Take between your hands and rub
down, when you will find the suet as
fine as breadcrumbs.
Hot water marks may be removed
from japanned trjjys by the simple
process of rubbing them over well
with sweet oil. and then polishing
with a little dry flour on a soft duster.
To curl a feather that has become
damaged with rain or dew, sprinkle it
thickly with common salt and shake
before a bright fire until dry. when
you will find it as good as new.
When washing pudding cloths
throw some qrange peelings into the
water. This collects the grease and
helps to make the cloths white and
clean-looking.
Soap that is allowed to dry and
harden lasts twice as long as if used
when froeh. Therefore it is cheaper
to buy it In quantity and keep it in a
dry place.
To prevent custard dishes 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
’eng 4 * of cotton, put the two ends
together, and thread through the eye,
put wool through lqop and draw’ 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
Ironed the brown marks may be re
moved by rubbing them with a little
dry borax.
The Soft Answer.
He was really growing tired of pay
ing off his son’s bills—the boy was
an undergraduate at one of the big
universities. However, after .much
thought, he decided to be indulgent
just once more.
Boys will be boys, he thought. Ac
cordingly, as requested, he sent a
check 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
me a great deal of money—very much
more than I can honestly afford.”
“I know it. father—I know it.” re
plied his incorrigible hopeful; "and
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 »t
least twenty years since I was in a
music hall.
Music Hall Artiste (regretfully)—
And I’m quite certain, sir, it’s twenty
years since I was in a bank.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
But Aggie was not one to be ignored
under any circumstances. Now she
■poke with some acerbity in her voice,
w’hlch 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, found 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 Henimenway 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,
convicted and served your stretch.
Nothing on you? Well, well!” Again
there was triumph in the officer’s
chuckle.
Aggie showed no least sign of per
turbation in the face of this revelation
of her unsavory record.. \Only an ex
pression of half-incredulous wonder and
delight beamed from her widely opened
blue eyes and was emphasized in the
rounding of the little mouth.
Sarcasm Without Effect.
"Why,” she cried, and now there was
softness enough in the eooing notes,
“my Gawd! It looks as though you
had actually been workin’!”
The sarcasm was without effect on
the dull sensibilities of the officer. He
went on speaking with obvious enjoy
ment of ti)e extent to which his knowl
edge reached.
"And the head of the gang -is Mary
Turner. Arrested four years ago for
robbing the Emporium. .Did her stretch
of three years.” '
“Is that all you’ve got about her?”
Garson demanded with such abruptness
that Cassidy forgot his dignity suffi
ciently to answer with an unqualified
yes.
The forger continued speaking rap
idly, 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 got nothing in that pretty little
book of your’n about your going to the
millinery store where she finally got a
job and tipping them off to where she
come from?”
“Sure they was tipped off.” Cassidy
answered, quite unmoved. And he add
ed, swelling visibly with importance:
“We 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 sou!
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 pay a living
wage. In prison she learned from
follow 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 lilver.
loe 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, robbing 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
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 work. 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 <?f 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. "I
gaess you’s stuck on her, eh?”
At the words, an instantaneous change
swept over Garson. Hitherto he had
been tense, his face sei 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.
“Cut 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 hia tone was weaker than its wont.
“I mean,” Garson repeated, and there
was finality in his accents, a deadly
quality 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 y&u,” 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 big man,
Joe, if it hadn’t been for that temper
of yours. It’s got you into trouble
once or twice already. Some take it’s
likely to prove your finish.”
Garson relaxed his immobility, and a
little color crept into his cheeks.
"That’s my business,” he responded,
dully.
"Anyway,” the officer went bn, 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,
the 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
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 charming
Ups curved joyously as she added:
"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 i
it to you straight.”
Aggie assumed her formal society
manner, exaggerated to the point of
extravagance.
“Do come again, little one,” she chir
ruped, caressingly. "I’ve enjoyed your
visit so much!” ^
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 low, until the
level line almost made her prettiness
vanish.
"The truck-horse detective!” shs
sneered. “An eighteen collar and a slx-
and-a-half hat! He sure had his nerve,
trying to bluff us!”
But it was plain that Garson was of
another mood. There was anxiety in
his face as he stood staring vaguely
out of the window.
“What Have We Done.’’
"Perhaps it wasn’t a bluff, Aggie,"
Hie suggested.
"Well, what have wd done. I’d like
to know?” the girl demanded, confident
ly. She took a cigarette and a match
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,” hs
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*
■ 'S laughter.
‘Joe,” she said gayly, "you’re one
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 is.
She ain’t like you and me, Joe. She
talks like a lady and, what’s a damn- f
ed sight harder, she acts like a lady' f
I guess I know. Wake me up any
old night, and ask me—just ask me,
that’s all. She’s been tryin’ 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 be vulgar that’s worth a
hundred apd fifty a carat?
To Be Continued To-morrow. ,
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