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The Mistakes of Jennie By hal coffman
Being a Series of Chapters in the Lite of a Southern Girl in the Big City
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
M A £ me had a lot of fun yester
day at the dinner tabel In the
hotel ware we are staying wile
Pa Is here catching fish. Pa was out
following a streem, & Ma & me was
all alone at our tabel until a yung
traveling man calm In * the waitress
put him at our tabel. He was vary
yung and vary fresh. The minnit
he got sat down to the tabel he looked
uaver at us A sed Tou peepul are
having a luviy spring this yeer up In
the woods.
The day is butlful, sed Ma. Ma was
dressed in a plain dress for walking
in £ I had on overalls so I cud be like
the other llttel boys around here, & I
was bare-footed. Ma A me knew that
the yung traveling man thot we was
country peepul A we dident care, bee-
kaus we have saw lots of peepul in
the big cities that dident know half
so much as country folks.
The seenery here Is vary prttty,
sed the yung man, but, of course, you
peepul up here think moar of It than
I do, beekaus I have traveled around
a grate deal A saw seenery wlch Is
subltmer than these little hills, small
to a man like me, he asked Ma, a
man wich has seen reel mountains?
I think these hills are vary restful,
sed Ma.
But, of course, you peepul up here
havent traveled & got broadened, sed
the yung salesman. Jest think how
majestlk must be the site of a moun
tain peek like the kind you see not
fax from Chattanooga, Tenn.
I have never been In Chattanooga,
sed Ma.
It Was a Pity.
That seems a pity, sed the yung
man. One reely doesnt know what
living Is until one has been in Chat
tanooga. A llttel place like this is all
rite for peepul wich have newer seen
the glories of natur, but one who has
traveled like I have it would soon
beecum monotonous.
A so you travel? sed Ma.
Yes. Indeed, sed the yung man. We
knights of the grip are never still In
one place vary long. I travel all the
way from Chattanooga to Nashville
on the Nashville, Chattanooga and S'.
Louts, he toald Ma. Chattanooga is
sum city. Thare is none of this hum
drum life you have here. Why, thin;,
of a. city with several theaters all
within the city limits, & with the hum
of St. cars & the roar of the traffic
A the butlful stores A residences.
, That is life, believe me, sed the yung
man. T doant know what the other
big cities is like, he sed. but you have
got to show me whare any one of
them has anything on Chattanooga.
1 was jest going to tell the yun°’
man that Pa & Ma & me had been la
every big city in the U. S., from Fris
co to Portland Maine & from New
Orleans to the Canadian line, but Ma
kicked me under the tabel A 1 knew
then that she was kidding the yung
man.
T have offen thot that wen my littel
boy grows up I wud have him be a
traveling man. sed Ma. My sister’s
husband used to sell enlarged picters.
He used to travel from Chippewa
Falls to Boyd on the Wisconsin Cen
tral I guess he mite have been with
h ; e firm vet only he used to lose Ills
expense 'money playing nickel slot
macheens.
Falling Into
Captivity
The Pity of It.
That is the pity of It with us
knights of the grip, sed the yung
man. We are thrown into constant
lemtashun, traveling the way we do
from one town to another. Doant let
yure yung son get into this gaim, ne
sed. It is a pity that you can not
move to Chattanooga or eeven sum
smaller city, so he cud get the ben-
neflts of a education, like T dune.
Jest then Pa calm in & sed Wife,
this is jest my luck. Jest as the fish
ing is good, here la a telegram that
we must return to New York & leave
the next day for Frisco.
Oh, good, sed Ma. we havent been
In Frisco for nearly two years.
Then the yung man got kind of
red In the face & dident say any moar
about Chattanooga.
Just a Little Slip.
"Miss Sweet,” the young man be
gan, With a quaver In his voice, "may
T presume so far upon our short ac
quaintance to ask you—”
"Please sav no more. Mr. Mat
thews!” faltered the maiden. ”1
deeplv regTet to give you pain; and,
If I have unconsciously encouraged
you to entertain hopes that never can
be recalled, I can not forgive myself.
Believe me. I am—”
•'Pardon me, Miss Sweet,” inter
rupted the astonished youth, "but I
was only going to ask you for the
loan of fare home! I was stupid
enough to come away without any
money In my pocket this evening. Ah,
thanks very much! I will return It
•without fall. Good night!”
“Little Jennie had never ridden in a taxicab before.”
Do You Know
That—
“Figure It
Out”
How can you expect,
to possess pood
health if you are
careless with your
Stomach, Liver and
Bowels { These or
gans are the “con
trolling power” and
must b e guarded
against weakness.
To this end you
really should try a
bottle of
HOSTETTER’S
Stomach Bitters
Annoyed by a notice that thd local
sanitary committee were going to in
spect his cow house, an English farm
er spread linoleum over the floor of
the building, displayed hearth rugs in
convenient positions, hung the walls
with pictures and a mirror, and in
stalled a harmonium. When the com
mittee arrived he gravely invited them
to wip e their feet on the doormat be
fore entering.
The French military authorities
make use of an ingenious invention to
protect their carrier pigeons against
hawks. The apparatus consists of a
very tiny whistle and a screw at
tached to the pigeon, whose flight
causes the screw to revolve and thus
blow the whistle. The noise effectu
ally scares away the enemy.
Perhaps the highest price paid for
a sermon goes every year to a Ger
man preacher, who discourses on the
good deeds of a French baron named
Favart, who died in Elberfeld in 1600.
Favart left money for this purpose,
and the interest now amounts to
$4,500 per annum, which goes to the
preacher as his reward.
A casino proprietor of Ostend has
made arrangements to have a luxuri
ous gambling room fitted up in a
large, steam yacht, which is to ply be
tween Ostend and other watering
places. Gambling will only take place
when the yacht is outside the three-
mile limit.
An orchestra of twenty-five blind j
musicians, led by a one-armed lady
conductor, recently played the whole
of the music of “Rigoletto” at a per
formance of that opera in the theater
at Oviedo, Spain.
Audience of One
The College of France, founded in
Paris by Francis I, offers at the pres
ent day not only strictly academic in
struction. but opportunities for the
higher education in general. The fol
lowing anecdote shows how far the
college carries its scrupulousness.
Every scientific subject, even the
most abstruse, will continue to be
taught there as long as one solitary
individual in all Europe desires to
pursue it.
Certain courses are followed by two
or three persons only. They tell this
story of a professor of mathematics:
This professor, who was extremely
absent-minded, had lectured for a
whole year to only one pupil.
He wag perfectly satisfied that it
should be so, but it occurred to him
one day that he ought to congratulate
his rare disciple, and he accordingly
did so.
“Monsieur does not recognize me,''
replied the pupil. “I am monsieur's
coachman, and I always wait here
until monsieur has finished his lec
ture.”
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CHAPTER 2.
J ENNIE and THE MAN sat in
the big, bright restaurant and
listened to the music and
watched the cabaret dancers, and
Jennie’s big brown eyes wondered
at it all. At the beautiful dresses
of the women diners, the bright
lights, the thick, rich carpet on
the floor and the noiseless wait
ers. ,
It was just like fairyland to
Jennie, for she had never, never
even imagined that things could
be so lovely. The boys she knew
could not afford such places, and
the height of her social life had
been walks in the park on Sun
days, and maybe the ice cream
parlors for soda.
THE MAN did not urge her to
drink much of the bubbly wine
for he knew she wasn’t used to It
and there might be explanations
for her to make when she reached
her boarding place, and that
would NEVER do. For THE
MAN was wise, and didn’t want
Jennie’s good Southern friend,
who kept the boarding place, to
suspect anything—quite so soon.
Jennie realized at last that il
was getting late and that she
would have to get home, and be
sides it would take nearly an
hour on the car to where she lived.
When she mentioned the car, THE
MAN wouldn’t hear of such
a thing. They must take a
taxicab—and besides that would
get them to Jennie’s home much
quicker than a car. A taxicab!
—and poor little Jennie had never ^
even ridden in one before—the
cushions were so soft and warm
and things zipped by so quick,
’til they just seemed to fly along.
How different from the pokey old
street cars, thought Jennie. THE
MAN was polite as could be and
talked of the delightful time they
had that evening—and how lone
some he would be when she was
gone, and they really MUST see
one another quite soon again—
but she mustn’t tell any one
where she had been that night—
Just that she had to work late
and had hurried right home—and
he would have the taxicab stop a
block or so from her home, so no
one would be the wiser.
Jennie was so proud of riding
in a taxicab that she wanted to
drive right up to her front door,
but THE MAN explained that
would NEVER do. So with a
promise from her to “ring him
up” the next, day he had the taxi
cab stop a block down'the street
and very politely helped Jennie
out with a promise to watch and
see that she reached home safely.
When she had gone he told''the
chauffeur the name of a promi
nent cafe, and with a chuckle got
in and slammed the door.
(To be continued.)
—HAL COFFMAN.
Turning the Tables.
tn some cases counsel receive an
swers to questions which they had no
business to put, and these, if not quite
to their liking, are what they Justly
deserve. The following story of Robert
Harris, a celebrated negro minstrel,
is a case in ijoint:
“You are in the minstrel business. I
believe?” inquired the lawyer.
“Yes. sir,” was the reply.
I “Is that not rather a low calling?”
“I don’t know but what it is. sir,” re-
i plied the minstrel: “but it is so much
Letter than my father’s that 1 am proud
of it.”
The lawyer fell into th** trap.
“What was your father's calling?” he
] inonired-
“He was a lawyer,” replied Harris,
I ?i a tone that sent the whole court
j into a roar of laughter as the discom-
' fited lawyer sat down.
Daysey Mayme
And Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
W
H ENDERSON was wont to de
clare that the girl who wasn’t
popular was no girl for him.
“There’s something wrong with a
| girl who can go to dances and not be
: asked to dance every time,” he would
I say dogmatically. "Anyway. If she
1 had any sense she wouldn't place her
self in such a position.”
Possibly It was his propensity for
selecting the most sought after girl as
; the object of his devotion that caused
j him to remain a bachelor at the age
: of 38. He was, however, the slave of
I his niece, Margaret.
As a rule, he did without a word
whatever Margaret asked him to do.
However, when she came and sat
upon the arm of his chair one even
ing, and it finally developed that she
was planning to make him take her
to the high school dance he almost
rebelled^ He assured her that his
dancing days were things of the dis
tant past and demanded to know
where all the boys were. Margaret
tilted her nose into the air as far as it
would go and replied that she didn’t
know ; and, anyway, she didn’t care
In the least: and, anyway, she w’anted
Henderson to take her.
“The girls will all be crazy about
you,” she assured him Ingratiatingly.
‘‘They’ll be crazy at me,” gloomed
Hendenon, “if they have to dance
with me.” But eventually he prom
ised that he would go.
“You look perfectly sweet.” Mar
garet cried ecstatically when he came
down in all his glory ready to escort
her. “I’m so proud of you that I
don’t know what to do about It.”
‘‘Just let me crawl off into a corner
and smoke while you have a good
time,” begged Henderson. “And don’t
expect me to dance.”
“All right.” Margaret agreed.
Afterward Henderson remembered
that Miss Patterson was the first per
son upon whom his eyes had fallen
when he entered the hall, though he
paid no attention to her at the time.
Miss* Patterson was the domestic
science teacher and w-as present as a
sort of chaperon. She was what is
known in the vernacular as “chunky.”
However, with all her chunkiness, she
wag young and she had a passion for
dancing. In her bosom there fluttered
the faint hope that she would be
asked to dance a few timer, anyway.
Danced With His Niece.
This hope shown from her eyes
j when they met Henderson’s as Mar
garet presented him. Henderson did
not recognize it—in fact, he hardly
realized that their eyes had met. She
was merely a little, fat, uninteresting
j teacher, to whom he gave hardly a
second thought.
He danced the first dance with his
j niece. "Am I off duty for the pres-
j ent, Peg?” he inquired when the dance
I was over. Margaret glanced at him
j appealingly.
“Oh. Sammy, dear.” she said, "you
know I’m on the committee, and 1
wish—" She paused and - her eyes
| turned toward Miss Patterson. “But
j never mind.”
Henderson was not proof against
j Margaret’s wistfulness.
“Well, Peg,” he queried, “what is
It?”
When told that she much desired
j that he dance one dance with Miss
Patterson, who was perfectly sweet,
| even if she cotildn’t dance much, he
looked aghast. “You certainly have
| picked out a fairy for me,” he said,
ruefully. "Still, for your sake, I'll no
WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, In triage and Love
Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play “Within the Law” in
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller 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 the representation
and performance of “Within the Law”
in all languages.
jJEN a man says he has been j it.”
discovered it is a confession Sat Where He Left Her.
that he has been found out.
In other words, that his meanness
has been exposed at last. But the
women have a way of giving a higher,
more soulful meaning to words, and
when a woman says she has been dis
covered she means that her genius
has found recognition.
Daysey Mayme Appleton had been
discovered in this feminine interpre
tation of the word. Her genius had
found recognition, and she had been
given employment on a newspaper.
She had been sent to interview a
famous authoress, and the famous
authoress had told her she could give
her just five minutes.
“What,’’.she asked kindly, “do you
wish me to talk about?”
The Interview.
Daysey Mayme pushed her back
hair up, her front hair back, felt for
her necklace, straightened her hat,
lifted herself out of her corset and
powdered her nose.
Then she was ready for the Inter
view.
“it doesn’t make any difference
what you talk about,” she said. “I
must, remember T have my own per
sonality. T am a graduate of Hard
tack College; 1 was at the head of
my class; I began writing poetry
wlien l was seven, and prose when I
was nine. I am going to become a
great journalist. T feel that my gen
ius Is ton great to be longer hidden.
Robert W. Chambers and none of the
other great ones had written poetry
when they were seven. Every one
says I have wonderful talent.”
The five minutes were up, and Day
sey Mayme, with a brain seething
with thoughts, went home and wrote
all day and all night, covering many,
many pages.
There are those who use a special
delivery stamp. Not so with Daysey
Mayme. She writes “IN HASTE”
across one coiner of the envelope.
“When the postman sees these
words,” she exclaimed to her father,
“he just drops everything else and
runs all the way to deliver the let
ter.”
A Terrible Mistake.
The interview appeared next day,
and Daysey Mayme read with pride.
Suddenly her face paled, her eyes
flashed and she dashed to the tele
phone, and called up the newspaper
office.
“The managing editor,” she said in
tones that were imperious, and when
she got him she cried in a voice of
authority;
“Stop the press! You have put
two t’s in parting in the seventh line,
third column, ninth page. This arti
cle is IMPORTANT, and must be
right.”
“It means so much to be correct,”
she said to her mother, “when one is
engaged in moulding the opinions of
the world.”
Safe.
“Captain,” said a wealthy passen
ger. who wa.c about to take his firs
trip across the ocean, “I understand
this ship ha.v got several water-tight
compa rtmen ts.”
• Yes, sir,” was the reply.
“Captain.” the passenger went on,
decidedly, “1 want one o’ those com
partments—I don’t care what it coats. '
Miss Patterson looked like a toy
balloon and danced like a baby ele
phant. She hopped about and around
and around, coming down for the
most part on Henderson’s toes. She
did all the things that he hated most.
When they had circled the hall a time
or two the music mercifully stopped,
Henderson being in a state of com
plete exhuastlon and Miss Patterson
beaming joyously.
He was too much overcome to know
whether she could talk or what she
really looked like, his one idea being
to escape. As he sought refuge in the
smoking room he was unaware that
Miss Patterson’s eyes were following
him with a look of deep gratitude
When he emerged, however, their eyes
met. Hers had a patient, wistful look.
Henderson turned away hastily.
“Never again,” he muttered to him
self. But those eyes haunted him. He
went hack into the smoking room and
tried to forget that look. When he
had finished his cigar he skulked
into the hall. Miss Patterson s.it
where he had left her, her round fa^e
beginning to look a little tired, but
unfailingly cheerful, her brown ey: s
still wistfully hopeful.
Henderson dived back into the outer
hall and there gloomily communed
with himself. Presently he returned,
walked bravely across the room and
once more invited Miss Patterson to
dance.
Strange are the ways of the little
god Cupid! Twice again during the
evening did Henderson immolate him
self. Then at the close of the dance
Margaret Informed him that she’d be
glad if he would take Miss Patterson
home and that he needn’t mind her,
as she was going with Harold Bemls.
So he went home with Miss Patterson
without a murmur.
Some months later Miss Patterson
asked Henderson shyly: “What made
you begin to—to—care for me?”
Henderson at that moment was
holding up her plump little hand for
the purpose of getting an Idea as i
the size of the third finger on the left
hand. At the question he gave ♦ho
plump little hand—the comfortable
little cushiony hand that yet was so
capable and energetic—a contented
squeeze.
“I think I began by being sorry for
you,” he said. “You did dance so
abominably.”
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play of BAYARD VEILLER.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
CHAPTER IX.
A Legal Document.
Mary Turner spent less than an hour
in that mysteriously important engage
ment with Dick Gilder, of which she
had spoken to Aggie. After separat
ing from the young man she went alone
down Broadway, walking the few blocks
of distance to Sigismund Harris’ office.
On a corner her attention was caught
by the forlorn face of a girl crossing
Into the side street. A closer glance
showed that the privation of the gaunt
features was emphasized by the scant
garments, almost in tatters. Instant
ly Mary’s quick sympathies were arous
ed, the more particularly since the
wretched child seemed of about the age
she, herself had been when her great
suffering had befallen. So, turning
aside she soon caught up with the girl
and spoke an inquiry.
It was the familiar story, a father
out of work, a sick mother, a brood of
hungry children. Some confused words
of distress revealed the fact that the
woebegone girl was even then fighting
the final battle of purity against star
vation. That she still fought on in
such case proved enough as to her de
cency of nature, wholesome despite
squalid surroundings. Mary's heart
was deeply moved and her words of
comfort came with a simple sincerity
that was like new life to the sorely be
set waif. She promised to interest her
self in securing employment for the
father, such care as the mother ancl
children might need, along with a prop
er situation for the girl herself. In
evidence of her purpose she took her
engagement book from her bag and set
down the street and number of the East
Side tenement where the family posses
sed the one room that mocked the word
home, and she gave a banknote to the
girl to serve the immediate needs.
Had a Heart Yearning.
When she went back to resume her
progress down Broadway, Mary felt
herself vastly cheered by the warm
glow r within which Is the reward of a
kindly act, gratefully received. And,
on this particular morning, she craved
such assuagement of her spirit, for
the conscience that, in spite of all
her misdeeds, still lived was strug
gling within her. In her revolt
against a world that had wantonly
inflicted on her the worst torments,
Mary Turner had thought that she
might safely disregard those princi
ples in which she had been so care
fully reared. She had believed that
by the deliberate adoption of a life
of guile within limits allowed by the
law she would find solace for her
wants, while feeling that thus she
avenged herself in some slight meas
ure for the indignities she had under
gone unjustly. Yet, as the days
passed, days of success as far as her
scheming was concerned, his brilliant
woman, who had tried to deem her
self unscrupulous, found that lawless
ness within the law failed to satisfy
something deep within her soul. The
righteousness that was her instinct
was offended by the triumphs achieved
through so devious devices, though
she resolutely set her will to suppress
any spiritual rebellion.
There was, as well, another griev
ance of her nature, yet more subtle,
infinitely more painful. This lav in
her craving for tenderness. She was
wholly woman, notwithstanding the
virility of her intelligence, its audac
ity, its aggressiveness. She had a
heart yearning for the multitudinous
afTecttons that are the prerogative of
the feminine; she had a heart longing
for love, to receive and to give in
full measure. * * * And her life was
barren. Since the death of her father,
there had been none on whom she
could lavish the great gifts of her ten
derness. Through the days of her
working in the store, circumstances
had shut her out from all association
with others congenial. No need to
rehearse the Impossibilities of com
panionship in the prison life. Since
then, the situation had not vitally im
proved. In spite of her better worldly
condition. For Garson, who had saved
her from death, she felt a strong and
lasting gratitude—nothing that re
lieved the longing for nobler affec
tions. There was none other with
whom she had any intimacy except
that, of a .sort, with Aggie Lynch, and
by no possibility could the adven
turess serve as an object of deep re
gard. The girl was amusing enough,
and, Indeed, a most likable person at
her best. But she was, after all, a
Rhallow-pated individual, without a
shred of principle of any sort what-
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
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
Burnslna, sees good "possibilities”
for her Tn 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
hand of swindlers, rotvbing 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. They are visited by De
tective Cassidy, who tries to scare
Mary into leaving town through
threats. He is laughed at for his
pains, because she was “within the
law.” The detective, before leaving
again, tells Aggie and Joe Garson
that “there’ll he trouble” for them
unless they get out of town.
Now go on with the story
Saved the Situation
A steady queue had formed up at the
money order counter of the local post-
office, and it members were strongly
agitated by different stages of acute ir
ritation.
And all because a dear old lady had
forgotten the address of her son, who
lived in foreign parts.
“It’s in China,’’ she faltered
The man behind the counter then
scratched his head
“China’s a big vague,” he said, and
so audibly thought the queue.
“Well, sir,” said the deur old soul,
“I know it’s a name something like the
noise of a motor-car inakes ’
“Hong—honk!” -»ame in a quickly
suppressed shrill from the sandy-haired
telegraph boy who had been watching
the proceedings with considerable en
thusiasm
“That’s it- that’s it, sir!” cried the
delightful old lady. And the clerk filled
In Hong Kong in the address.
soever, save the single merit of un
swerving loyalty to her “pals.” Mary
cherished a certain warm kindliness
for the first woman who had befriend
ed her in any way, but beyond this
there was no finer feeling.
This Was Dick Gilder.
Nevertheless, it is not quite accu
rate to say that Mary Turner had had
no intimacy in which her heart might
have been seriously engaged. In one
instance, of recent happening, she had
been much in association with a young
man who was of excellent standing
in the world, who was of good birth,
good education, of delightful manners,
and. too, wholesome and agreeable be
yond the most of his class. This was
Dick Gilder, and, since her companion
ship with him, Mary had undergone
a revulsion greater than ever before
against the fate thrust on her. which
now at last she had chosen to wel
come and nourish by acquiescence as
best she might.
Of course, vhe could not waste ten
derness on this man, for she had de
liberately set out to make him the
instrument of her vengeance against
his father. For that very reason, she
suffered much from a conscience new
ly clamorous. Never for an instant
did she hesitate in her long-cherished
plan of revenge against the one who
had brought ruin on her life, yet,
through all her satisfaction before the
prospect of final victory after contin
ued delay, there ran tlie secret, Ines
capable sorrow over the fact that she
must employ this means to attain her
end. She had no thought of weaken
ing, but the better spirit within her
warred against the lust to repay an
eye for an eye. It was the new Gos
pel against the old Law, and the
fierceness of the struggle rent her.
Just now, the doing of the kindly act
seemed somehow to gratify not only
her maternal Instinct toward service
of love, but, too. to muffle ror a little
the rebuking voice of her inmost soul.
So she went her way more at ease,
more nearly content again with her
self and with her system of living.
Indeed, as she was shown into the
private office of the ingenious inter
preter of the law r , there was not a
hint of any trouble beneath the bright
mask of her beauty, radiantly smillag.
Suffer;,.! Injustiu*.
Harris regarded client with an
appreciative eye, tpi lie bowed in
greeting, and int?ted her to a seat.
The lawyer was a man of fine phy
sique, with a splendid face of the best
Semitic type, in which were large,
dark, sparkling eyes—eyes a Lorn-
broso perhaps might have judged
rather too closely set. As a matter of
fact. Harris had suffered a flagrant
injustice in his own life from a .‘•us-
picion of wrongdoing which he had
not merited by any act. This had
caused him a loss of prestige in his
profession. He presently adopted the
wily suggestion of the adage, that it
is well to have the game if you have
the name, and he resolutely set him
self to the task of making as much
money as possible by any means con
venient Mary Turner as a client de
lighted his heart, both because of the
novelty of her ideas and for the
munificence of the fees which she un
grudgingly paid with never a protest.
So, as he beamed on her now, and
spoke a compliment, It was rather the
lawyer thtm the man that was moved
to admiration.
“Why, Miss Turner, how charm
ing!” he declared, smiling. “Really,
my dear young lady, you look posi
tively bridal.”
“Oh, do you think so?” Mary re
joined, with a whimsical pout, as she
seated herself. For the moment her
air became distrait, hut she quickly
regained her poise, as the lawyer, who
had dropped back into his chair be
hind the desk, went on speaking. His
tone now was crisply businesslike.
“I sent your cousin. Miss Agnes
Lynch, the release which is to
sign,” he explained, “when she gets
that money from General Hastings.
I wish you’d look it over, when you
have time to spare. It’s alf right, I’m
sure, but I confess that I appreciate
your opinion of things. Miss Turner,
even of legal documents—yes. indeed,
I do!—perhaps particularly of legal
documents.”
‘Thank you,” Mary .«aid, evidently
a little gratified by the frank praise
of the learped gentleman for her
abilities. ‘‘And have you heard from
them yet?” she inquired.
Praise for Mary.
No,” the lawyer replied. “I gave
them until to-morrow. If I don’t
hear then, I shall start suit at once.”
Then the lawyer’s manner became
unusually bland and self-satisfied a-
he opened a drawer of the desk and
brought forth a rather formidable-
appearing document, bearing a most
impressive seal. “You will be glad
to know',” he went on unctuously,
“that I was entirely jwccessful in car
rying out that Idea of yours as to
the injunction. My dear Miss Tur
ner.” he went on with florid compli
ment, “Portia was a squawking baby,
compared with you.”
“Thank you again,” Mary amrwi»
ed, and she took the legal papeg
which he held outstretched toward
her. Her scarlet lips were ourved
happily, but the clear oval of bar
cheeks blossomed to a deep roaa. For
a moment, her glance ran over tha
words of the page. Then she looked
up at the lawyer, and there were new
lusters in the violet eyes.
“It’s splendid,” she declared. "Did
you have much trouble In ratting it?”
Harris permitted himself tha !ndul~
genre of an unprofessional chuokle of
keenest amusement before he answer
ed.
“Why, no,” he declared, with rami*
niscent enjoyment in his mannefi
“That is, not really!” There was an
enormous complacency In his air over
the event. “But, at the outset, when
I made the request, the judge Just
naturally nearly fell ofT the bench.
Then I showed him that Detroit case,
to which you had drawn my atten
tion. and the upshot of It all was
that he gave me what I wanted with
out a whimper. He couldn’t help
himself, you know. That’s the long
and the short of It.”
That mysterious document with the
imposing seal, the request for which
had nearly caused a judge to fall off
the bench, reposed safely in Mary's
bag when she returned to t,fc£ apart
ment after the visit to thelawyer’s
office.
CHAPTER X.
*»
Marked Money.
M ARY had scarcely received
from Aggie an account of
Cassidy’s threatening inva
sion when the maid announced that
Mr. Irwin had called.
“Show him in, in just two minutes,”
Mary directed.
"Who’s the gink?” Aggie demanded,
with that slangy diction which was
her habit.
“You ought to know,’’ Mary return
ed. smiling a little. “He’s the lawyer
retained by General Hastings in the
matter of a certain breach of promise
suit.”
“Oh. you mean yours truly,” Aggie
exclaimed, not in the least abashed
by her forgetfulness in an affair that
concerned herself so closely. "Hope
he’s brought the money. What about
it?”
“Leave the room now,” Mary or
dered crisply. “When I call to you,
come in, but be sure and leave every
thing to me. Merely follow my lead.
And. Agnes—be very ingenue.”
"Oh, I’m wise—-I’m wise,” Aggie
nodded, as she hurried out toward her
bed room. “I’ll be a squab—surest
thing you know.”
Next moment Mary gave a formal
greeting to the lawyer who represent
ed the man she planned to mulct ef
fectively, and invited him to a chair
near her, while she herself retained
her place at the desk, within a drawer
of which she had just locked the for
midable appearing document received
from Harris.
Her Voice Was Cold.
Irwin lost no time in coming to the
point.
“I called in reference to this suit
which Miss Agnes Lynch threatens to
bring against my client, General
Hastings.
Mary regarded the attorney with a
level glance, serenely expressionless
as far as could be achieved by eyes so
clear and shining, and her voice wu
cold as she replied with significant
brusqueness:
"It’s not a threat, Mr. Irwin. Tbs
suit will be brought.”
The lawyer frowned and there was
a strident note in his voice when he
answered, meeting her glance with an
uncompromising stare of hostility.
“You realize, of course,” he said
finally, “that this is merely plain
blackmail.”
To Be Continued Monday.
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The clerk looked up.
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needs oiling, and—”
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