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The Mistakes of Jennie By hal coffman
a Series of Chapters in the Lite of a Southern Girt in the Big Cifv
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By WILLIAM F KIRK
A & ms hud a lot of fun jfster
day *t th* dinner tabel 1n th#*
hotel w are we are siay mg wile
Pa In here catching fish. Pa wan out
following a streem. A Mh A me whs
all alone ai our tahel tintll a yun«
traveling **an calm in fir the waitress
put him at our tahel. He was vary
yting anil vary fresh The mlnni*
he got gat down to the tahel he looked
oitvlr at us A sod You pee pul ar
having a luvly spring this year up in
th#* woods
The day is butlful. *ed Ma. Mh whs \
dressed in a plain dress for walking j
in k I had on overalls so I cud be Ilk- (
the other llttel -boys around here. tk 1
was bare-footed. Ma A me knew tha* j
the yuhg traveling man thot we was j
country peepui ifc we dident car#*, be# |
kaua we have saw lots of peepui In j
the big cities that dtflent know half’
#<- much as country folks
The seenery here is vary pritty,
sed the yung man. hut. of court*. you
peepui up here think moar of It than
T do, beekaiis 1 have traveled around
a grate deel & saw seenery wich is
sublimer than these little hills, small
to a man like me. he asked Ma. a
man wlch has keen ree» mountains?
I think these hills are vary restful
sed Ma.
But. of course you peepui up here
havant traveled & got broadened, se 1
the yung salesman, .lest think how
majestik must be the site of a mofin
tain peek like the klnd^ you see not
far from Fhftttanoog i. Tenn.
1 have never been in Chattanooga,
sed Mh.
It Was a Pity.
That seems a pity, sed the yung
man. One reply doesnt know what
living is until one has been in ( hat-
tanooga. A llttel place like this is all
rite for peepui wich have newer seen
the glorle* ..f nutilr. but onf wlm hue
tike I have It would »oon
beecum monotonous
* so you travel? sod Ms
Ye*. Indeed sod the yung n
fcntghis of tho (trip arc never
ono place V*ry Ion* I travel all tho
\v*v rrottl rhflttsnoops to NashVlllo
on tho Nashville. rhattfthbngii anil S'
Units hs tosld Ma. rhfHt«noo*i ■-
sum olty. Tharo Is none of t'Hs hum
drum Ilfs vou have here Win. IliWiu
of h city with several tlieatefs ill
wttliln the olty limit*. * with tho limn
of St rsrs * the roar of tho trafll
ft tho butlful storeh * residence?.
That Is life, believe mo. sod I ho yun*
man 1 doant know what tho othor
ble olttea is like. h» sod. but vou have
s , ,t H, show mo wbaro snv one of
,h»ht has anythin* on fhnttanWKH.
I was ieit going to tell fho yur
mmi tlmi'P* ft Ma ft- ms had been ! i
aver, hi* ottv In tho I' H from Brlr-
t„ Pdrtlsnd Maine ft from New
Orleans to the Canadian iino, but .vw,
kioK' d mb ubder the tahsl ft I lend"
tv., n that she was klddln* the yun*
" I'bars offen thot that wan my llttel
hm prows up I wud have tilth he <
tr uyMn* man. sed Ma. My sister'?
I, n.'ii.l used to sail anlsr«ad motors
II. <od to traval from Chlppew i
I s to Boyd on tha tVISroitsIn Car
t. . t■ j eues? ha mlta have h
ins firm .at only ha used *-
«o money pliylng
ros' 'fan*.
TV? t>jty of It.
.1' ist Is the pity of It with us
,.yns of tha *rip. sed the yunft
ran We sre thrown Into constant
te i tashun. travelin* the way we do
fvom oqe town to another. Doant let
v: ■,. yun* son *et Into this gain,. n»
sed. It is a pity that you ran nm
move to Chattanooga or eovon sum
smaller elty. so he rud yet the ben-
netlts of a education, like 1 dune
.lest’then Pa cairn lb ft sed Wife,
this Is lest mv lu<-k. Jest as th* fish
In* Is good. here Is a telegram tlml
we must return to New York ft leave
the next day for Krlsto.
Oh. good, sed Ma. we haven! been
In Frisco for nearly two years
Then the yun* man *ot kind rf
red In the face ft dident sav any moor
about Chattanooga.
Just a Little Slip.
"Miss Bweot," th# young man be-
f*n. with a quaver In his voire "may
I presume so far upon our short ac
quaintance to ask you
Please sav no more. Mi Mai-
th#ws!” faltered the maiden 1
deeply regret to give you pain; and
if 1 have unconsciously encouraged
voti to entertain hopes that never can
i>e recalled, T can not forgive myself.
Believe me. 1 am
"Pardon me. Miss Sweet,” inter
rupted the astonished youth, “but 1
•was onlv going to ask you for the
loan of fare home! I was stupid
enough to come away without any
mohey in my pocket this evening. Ah.
tbfcnks very much! T will return it
Without fail. Good night!"
Falling Into
Captivity
H
WITHIN THE LAW
M
Jf
‘Little Jennie had never ridden in a taxicab before."
Do You Know
That—
J
1 that the local
re going to in-
n with
lose his
nickel slot
Annoyed by a not!
sanitary Committee v
sped his cow house, an English farm
er spread linoleum over the floor of
the building, displayed hearth mgs in
convenient positions, hung th#* walls
with pictures and a mirror, and in
stalled a harmonium. When the com.
mitten arrived he gravely Invited them
o wipe 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 .1
very tiny whistle and a screw at-,
Inched to the pigeon, whose flight j
ian>Ms the screw to revolve and thus
blow the w histle The noise effectu- I
ally scarf's away the enemy.
Perhaps the highest price paid for
sermon goes every yeas to a Ger
man preacher, who discourses on the
good deeds of a French baron named
Favart. who died in Elborfcld in 1690.
Favart left money for this purpose,
ami the interest now amounts to
f.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 titled 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
musicians, led by a one-armed lady
conductor, recently played the whole
of the music of “Rlgoletto” at a per
formance of that opera in tho theater
at Oviedo, Spain.
CHAPTER 2.
KNN1R 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 gvondered
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-
Daysey Mayme
And Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
W«
Audience of One
Z “Figure It Z
- Out” “
as
How can you expect
to possess g o o (1
health if you are
■areless with vour
Stomach. Liver an<l
Bowels t These or
gans are the “con
trolling power” and
must I) o guarded
against weakness.
To this end you
really should try a
bottle of
HOSTETTER’S
Stomach Bitters
s
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 Ha scrupulousness.
Every scientific subject, oven th*'
most abstruse, will continue to be
taught th* re as long a* on** Military
individual in nil Europe desires to
pursue it.
Certain courses are followed by two
or three persons only. They tell this
story of a professor of mathematics:
Ttiito professor. who was extreinelv
*il»eent-minded, iiad lectured for a
whole v ear to only one pupil.
Hr
\V«‘
perfect
IH t
DUt
Arret
Mon s
KODAKS
Tli* B««t F inlthlnf and Fntarj-
lug Th* Cun »*• Pr»di»0*4 *
9«"d fo# Catalog ar.ri Prict L'»t.
A. K, HAWKED CO.
14 Whitehall St., Atterta, Qa.
It was just like fairyland to
Jennie, for she had never. ne\er
even imagined that things eould
lie ao lovely. The boys she knew
eould 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 reac hed
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 Boon.
Jennie realised at last that if
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 ear. 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 thg> 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 harl hurried right home—and
ho would have the taxicab stop a
block or so from her home, so no
on** would be the wiser.
Jennie was so proud of riding
in a taxicab that she wanted to
drive right up to her front door,
hut 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 ^he
chauffeur the name of a promi
nent cafe, and w ith a chuckle got
in and slammed the door.
i To be continued.)
HAT* COFFMAN
Turning the Tables.
in some cases counsel receive an
swers to questions which they pad no
business to put, and these, if not quite
to their liking, are what they justly
leserve. The following story of Robert
Harris, a celebrated negro mlnstrek
is a case in point:
••you are in The minstrel business. 1
believe’ ’ inquired the lawyer.
V. sir. was the reply.
• Is that not rather a low calling”"
■ 1 don't know but what it is. sir. ' re-
,:ei tio* minstrel: "but it is so much
• t’*! than my father's that 1 am proud
Tl •* lawyer fell into the trap
• W * whs vour father's calling
7 1KN a man says he has been
Uncovered It is a confession
that he has been found out.
lb 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 hail
found recognition, and she had been
given employment on a newspaper.
She h id been sent to interview a
famous authoress, and the famous
authoress bud 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
t remember 1 have my own per
sonality. 1 am a graduate of Hard
tack College; 1 was at the head of
my class: 1 began writing poetry
when I was seven, and prose when 1
was nine. 1 am going to become a
great journalist. 1 feel that my gen
ENDERSQN was wont to de
clare that the girl who wasn't
popular was no girl for him.
"There's something wrong with «
girl who can go to dances and not be
naked to dance every time." he would
say dogmatically. “Anyway, if she
had any sense she wouldn’t place her
self ip such a position.”
Possibly it was his propensity for
.-selecting the most sought after girl as
the object of his devotion that caused
him to remain a bachelor at the age
of 38. He was, however, the slave of
: his niece, Margaret.
As a rule, he did without a word
whatever Margare: a»ked him to do.
However, when she came and sat
upon the arm of his chair one even
ing. and it Anally developed that she
was planning to make him take her
{to tin- high school dance he almost
rebelled. He assured her that his
flam ing days were things of the dis-
•ant past and demanded to know
where all the boys were. Margaret
j tilted her nose into the air as far as it
would go and replied that she didn’t
know; and, anyway, *?he didn’t care
in the least; and. anyway, she wanted
Henderson to take her.
“The girls will all be crazy about
you," she assured him Ingratiatingly.
“They’ll be crazy at me," gloomed
Henderson. "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 srnoke while you have a good
time," begged Henderson. “And don't
1 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
I paid no attention to her at the time.
Misc Patterson was the domestic
science teacher and was present as a
sort of. chaperon. She was what is
knewnnn the vernacular as “chunky
However, vyith all her chunkiness, she
was young and she had a passion for
dancing. In her bosom there, fluttered
the faint hope that she would be
naked to dance a few timec, anvwdy.
Danced With His Niece.
This hope shown from her eyes
when they mot Henderson’s as Mar
garet presented him. Henderson did
not recognize it—in fact, he hardly
real!/, d that^thelr eyes had met. She
was merely a little, fat. uninteresting
teacher, to whom he gave hardly
second thought.
He danced the first dance with his
niece. "Am I off duty for the pres
ent. Peg?" he inquired w hen the dance
was over. Margaret glanced at him
appealingly.
"Oh. Sammy, dear." she said.’"you
know I'm on the committee, and l
wis'h—’’ She paused and her eyes
turned toward Miss PaHerson. “But,
never mind.”
Henderson was not proof against
Margaret's wistful ness
“Well, Peg,” he queried, “what is
When told that she much desired
that he dance one dance with Miss
Patterson, who was perfectly sweet,
even if she couldn’t dance much, he
looked aghast. "You certainly have
picked out a fairy for me.” he said,
ruefully. “Still, for your sake. I’ll do
it.”-
Sat Where He Left Her.
Copyright, 1913. by th* TI. K. Fly Com-
panv. The play “Within the Uw” is
copyrighted by Mr. Vetller and this
novelization of it is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex-
clu*'ve lights of the representation
and performance of “Within the Daw"
In all languages.
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
bad spoken to Aggie. After separat- j
Ing from the young man she went alone
down Broadway, walking the few blocks
of distance to Sigismurw* 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 bropd 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
v&tion. That she still fought on in
such case proved enough as to her de
cency of nature. wholesome despite '
squalid surroundings. Mary’s heart j
was deeply moved and her words of: , . . . . .
, i*u „ D (r.r.o.-itv no intimacy in which her heart might
comfort came with a simple slncerit> i
that was like new life to the sorely be
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 n 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
Burnsing, sea* 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, roffbing only the
unscrupulous. Gilder’s son Dick
meets and loves Mary, who seeks
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 be trouble” for them
unless they get out of town.
Now go on with the story
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
lus is too 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 1 have wonderful talent."
The flve minutes were up. Rnd 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 corner of the envelope.
"When the postman sees the*v>
words.” she exclaimed to her father,
"he just drops everything else and
runs all the wav 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.”
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
i most part on Henderson's toes. She
did all tile things that he hated most.
\Vhen they had circled th#* 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 lie sought refuge in the
smoking room he was unaware that
Miss Patterson’s eyes were following
him with a look of deep gratltud
When he emerged, however, their eyes
met. Hers had a patient, wistful look.
Henderson turned away hastily
“Never again.” he muttered to him
self. Rut those eyes haunted him. H
went back into the smoking room and
tried to forget that look. When ho
had finished his cigar he skulked
into the hall. Miss Patterson
where he had left her. her round fa
beginning to look a little tired, but
unfailingly cheerful, her brown ey;s
still wistfullytiopeful.
Henderson dived back into the outer
hall and there gloomily communed
with himself. Presently he returned
walked bravely across th#* room and
once more invited Misr 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.
Bo he went home with Mi!*s 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 t
the size of the third finger on the left,
hand. At the question he gaVe the
plump little hand —the comfortable
little cushiony hand that yet was so
capable and energetic—a contented
squeeze.
”1 think 1 began by being sorry for
you." he aeid 4 You did dance so
abominably.”
set waif. She promised to interest her
self in securing employment for the
father, such care as the mother and
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 ihe 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 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
bv the deliberate adoption of a life
of guile within limit* 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. Tet, 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 lay in
her craving for tenderness, fcihe was
wholly woman, notwithstanding the
virility of her intelligence, its audac
ity, it's aggressiveness. She had a
heart yearning for the multitudinous
affections that are the prerogative of
the feminine; she had a heart longing
for love, to receive and to give in
ruil measure. * * ♦ And her life was
barren. Since the death of her father,
there had been none on whom she
ooulfl 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 fo
rehearse the Impossibilities of com
panionship in the prison life. Since
(hen, Ihe 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 I.ynch, and
by no possibility could the adven
turess serve as an object of deep re
gard. The girl wras amusing enough,
and. indeed, a most likable person at
her best. But she was, after all, a
shallow-pated Individual, without a
shred of principle of any sort what-
SaTe.
trip
“Captain." said a wealthy passen-
er. v\ ho wan about to take his first
•ss the ocean, "I understand
tfkv got several water-tight
compartments.”
"Yes, sir, M was the reply
“Captain,” the passenger went ot.,
, "1 want* uftefp' t<hose com*
1 partments I don’t care what it costs. ’
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 bad
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 dear old soul.
“1 know it’s a name something like the
r.oise of a motor-caf tfltKes-"
Hong honk!” *ame In a quickly
suppressed shrill from the sandy-nairedi
telegraph boy who had been watching
the proceedings with considerable en-
| thusiasni
"That's it that's it. sir!” cried the
j delightful old lady And the clerk filled
' in Hong Kong in the address
have been seriously engaged. In one
instance, of recent happening.^she had
been much in association withm 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-
vond 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. ^*he 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 the 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 tVie old Daw. and the
fierceness of the struggle rent her.
Just now-, the doing of the kindly act
seemed pome how to gratify not only
her maternal instinct toward service
of love, but, too. to muffle for a little
the rebuking voice of her inmost soul.
So she went her way more at ease,
more nearly content again with her-
sejf and with her system of living.
Indeed, as she w r as shown into the
private office of the ingenious inter
preter of the law. there was not a
hint of any trouble beneath the bright
mask of her beauty, radiantly smiling.
Suffered Injustice.
Harris regarded hi« client with an
appreciative eye. as he bowed in
greeting, and invited 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 Lom-
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 sus
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 a.« 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, than the man that w*as 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, but 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.
“1 sent your cousin. Miss Agnes
Lynch, the release which she 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 all right, I’m
sure, hut 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 . c wid. evidently
a little gratified by the frank praise
of the learned gentleman for her
abilities. And have you heard from
them yet?” she inquired.
Praise for Mary.
“No,” the lawyer replied. “I gavA
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 pa
he opened a drawer of the desk and
brought forth a rather formidable-
appearing document, bearing a most
impressive seal. “You \Vill be glad
to knowy” he went on unctuously,,
“that I was entirely successful 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 squaw'king baby,
compared with you.”
“Thank you again,” Mary answer
ed. and she took the legal paper
which he held outstretched toward
her. Her scarlet lips w r ere curved
happily, but the clear oval of her
cheeks blossomed to a deep rose. For
a moment, her glance ran over the
words of the page. Then she looked
up at the lawyer, and there were new
lusters in the violet eyes.
“Tt’s splendid,” she declared. "Did
you have much trouble in getting it?”
Harris permitted himself the indul
gence of an unprofessional chuckle of
keenest amusement before he answer
ed.
“Why, no,” he declared, with remi
niscent enjoyment in his manner.
"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 off the bench.
Then 1 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 the apart
ment after the visit to the lawyer'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 Heating* 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?”
,eave 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 t« 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 wsi
cold as she replied with significant i
brusqueness:
"It's not a threat. Mr. Irwin. The
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."
Up-to-Date Jokes
To Be Continued Monday.
\
"Is this Mr. Biggs' office?”
The clerk looked up.
"No. sir. Mr. Biggs' office is on the
other side of the passage.'
“Thank you." said the other, and ;
stepped outside, leaving the door
wide open.
"Hi. sir! you've left the door open,
yelled th* clerk after him.
"I>ear. me. so I have. You see. all
the doors at my home are fitted with
Blodger's patent springs. Allow me
to show you a specimen. Never j
wears out. never cracks*or jams, or
needs oiling, and—”
A t - *
Professor—You say they contested
the will of the deceased?
Student—Yes. sir; and the court
held that he was suffering from hal
lucinations.
Professor—On what grounds?
Student—It appears that he left
three-fourths of his property to his
mother-in-law.
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