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Reformation of
Richard
Winning a Wife
1913. by International News
Service.
«TSKE you have squared all your
I old accounts and sent me
Richard,” said Miss Booth, as
she accepted the class list from the
teacher* of the room below. ' He'll be
a sort of automatic perpetual re
minder of all the mean things 1 ever
did to you. Don’t apologize. I know
Richard."
Then she turned to the fidgeting,
embarrassed, self-conscious group of
newly promoted youngsters in the
front of the room. Slightly apart from
the others, the unwelcome Richard,
grinning scornfully, leaned against
the wall.
While the other children slipped
quietly into the vacant seats and
prepared to arrange their books.
Richard slumped into a back seat in
the corner, slammed his books into
the desk, plunged his hands into his
pockets, leaned back and grinned.
Miss Booth ignored the challenge. In
stead she glanced around at the pa-
pers on the floor and nodded brightly.
"Pick them up, children, and get
ready for work," she said.
Immediately, each child except the
defiant Richard, whose floor was lit
tered. swooped down upon the scraps
on the floor and then swung erect
again, flushed and satisfied. Rich
ard had a few scores to settle with
Miss Booth.
could make a fresh as-
matrimonial destiny has been deter
mined over the chessboard.
Kven more singular was the method
recently adopted by a wealthy Nea
politan called Tesino, who offered his
name and fortune to the lady who could
cook macaroni to suit his exacting pal
ate. No fewer than 120 ladies, we are
told, entered with zest into the con
test for so tempting a prize, with the
result that a few weeks lateh the suc
cessful macaroni expert was led to the
altar by the delighted signor, whose
wedding present took the gratifying
form of 20.000 lira ($84,000).
A short time ago the hearts of Wall
Street brokers were Muttered by the
appearance among them of an attrac
tive young lady, "a handsome blonde,
with blue eyes and an exceedingly
graceful figure.’’ She carried a valise
containing a number of tickets which
-ore the legend: "For the purpose of
assisting the completion of the musical
education of Miss Edwina, I agree to
pay the sum of $10. if this number
proves to be the lucky one in a raffle
matrimony may be considered.” With-
n a short time every ticket of this novel
lottery was disposed of. Miss Edwina
carried off more gold than was neces
sary for the training of her- "rich so
prano voice," but whether she secured a
husband with her harvest history is
silent.
While Miss Edwina was thus barter
ing her charms for the sake of her
voice. Miss Elizabeth Magie. a young
lady of Washington, was boldly adver
tising herself for sale ns "a slave for
life to the highest bidder,” giving a
tempting catalogue of her perfections,
from her ‘ grey-green eyes, full, pas
sionate lips, splendid teeth and graceful
figure” to her love of poetry, her truth
fulness. honesty and essential woman
liness.
‘‘I represent,” she says, "an outlay of
$10,000, which my late father spent on
my education and training, irt return for
which, in addition to constant soul-de
stroying labor as a typist, I am realiz
ing an income of $10 a week. I am cu
rious to ascertain what is the highest
market value set upon an American
slave-girl by the slave-masters.”
Charles Kruger, of 8t. Louis, wooed
and won his wife literally in mid-air.
for he had little opportunity of meeting
her. except when they were performing
together on the trapeze: and it was
when Kruger had caught her with his
hands one evening as she made her
thrilling ‘ leap for life” through the air
that he received the answer which
crowned his happiness, the cheering on
lookers little dreaming what romance
was being enacted far above their
heads.
Before h e
sault upon the teacher’s patience, the j
girl across the aisle, with a wide i
smile of good nature, picked up the
papers and tossed them on his desk.
He looked across in astonishment.
She smiled back at him. A flush
spread under the grime on his cheeks
as he crumpled the papers into ids
pocket. A few of the boys tittered
and Richard’s eyes flashed threaten
ingly. Miss Booth tactfully over
looked the incident.
The next afternoon Miss Booth an
nounced the election of captains for
the month.
"Be sure, children,” she said, "to
choose some one who keeps his hair
brushed and his face and hands
clean, and his shoes nicely polished,
some one who keeps time to the mu
sic, some one you’ll be willing to take
orders from."
While the other children were con
sidering the matter, Clara waved her
hand excitedly.
"Nominations are In order,” said
‘Whom do you say,
Miss Booth.
Clara?”
“Let’s have Richard,” she called.
Miss Booth quickly turned her
back, ostensibly to write Richard's
name on the board. The children
gasped and then shouted in glee.
“Any one else?"
“No; let's have Richard,” cried sev
eral of the boys.
Miss Booth, Intending to force
upon Richard the realization of his
own inefficiency, heartily approved
the nomination.
“All In favor of Ricard, raise their
hands.”
Fifty hands darted up and Rich
ard was unanimously elected captain
of Room 8.
This was an honor unprecedented
In Richard's career, but h e rose man
fully to the occasion. At dismissal
he marched gravely in front of the
ranks of mirthful hoys, who when
they reached the street broke Into
shouts of laughter.
Richard faced them angrily. “You
guys think I’m the goat, don't you?
Well, I’m going to show you that I
mean business and the first one who
breaks line or talks on the stairs or
cuts up any monkey shines is goin' to
meet me on the outside, see? I'm
no squealer. I'm going to settle things
myself, see?"
The next morning, when Richard
appeared on the scene early with a
sleek, damp pompadour, glistening
complexion and shoes that reflected
like woodland pools in June, the other
hoys saw he was in earnest, and sub
sided.
Richard’s administration was strict
and impartial and the ranks of Room
8 were unexcelled in the school.
Though Miss Booth surmised many
things, she never inquired into ways
and means. She merely approved
the result.
11 7T AY is a laggard to the chap and the girl who love the surf
and live in a bathing suit from dawn till dark when the
V n dog days come. A lover of the water and far Hawaii
(restless under the cool days of May, who moseys along
stooping to look into the eyes of the flowers April gave her),
longing for the sting of the breakers and the restless, deepful
haven't we tried it here on our gray Atlantic and capsized—
both on the narrow bit of mahogany eighteen inches wide and
q six feet long, and in the enterpriset But I will be
J * very, most awfully, grateful for just the days when I
can kick my heels in sea-water and rise to big green rollers—even
if our surf won't let us ride the furious little Hawaiian' surf-steed !
bosom of the sea, said, fretfully: “There’s a land for you—keen!
■Summer all year, water like velvet, and the rollers that come
. ii marching in from the coral reef, holding hands
DTlTlKiey and breaking dor a mile! Why, you can’t even,
when your Summer does come, ride a surf-board in these short,
broken breakers.’’ And I admitted it was pitifully true—for
A Trade Union.
Ella (spitefully) -Their marriage was
nothing but a trail© union.
Sophie—-A trade union?
Ella - Yes; she traded her money for
Ids title.
A Powerful Story of Ad
venture, Intrigue andLove
By MARVIN DANA, from the
Play of BERNARD VEILLER
WITHIN THE LAW
that morning from Harris, and held it
forth.
"This.” she replied, succinctly.
“What’s this?” Burke stormed. But
he took the paper.
Demares't looked over the Inspec
tor’s shoulder, and his eyes grew lar
ger as he read. When he was at an
end of the reading, he regarded the
passive woman at the desk with a
new respect.
"What’s this?” Burke repeated
helplessly. It was not easy for him
to interpret the legal phraseology.
Mary was kind enough to make the
document clear to him.
"It’s a temporary restraining order
from the Supreme Court, instructing
you to let me alone until you have
iegal proof that I have broken the
law. * * * Do you get that. Mr.
Inspector Burke?”
The plethoric official stared hard
at the injunction.
“Another new one!” he stuttered
finally. Then his anger sought vent
in violent assertion. "But it can’t be
done!”'he shouted.
Might Ask Demarest.
"You might ask Mr. Demarest,”
Mary suggested, pleasantly, "as to
whether or not it can be done. The
gambling houses can do it. and so
keep on breaking the law. The race
track men can do it, and laugh at the
law. The railroad can do it, to restrain
its employees from striking. So. why
shouldn’t I get one, too? You see, I
have money. T can buy all the law I
want. And there’s nothing you can’t
do with the law, if you have money
enough. * * * Ask Mr. Demarest.
He knows”
Burke was fairly gasping over this?
outrage against his authority.
"Can you beat that!” he rumbled
with a raucously sonorous vehemence.
He regarded Mary With a stare of al
most reverential wonder. "A crook
appealing to the law!”
There came a new note into the
woman's voice as s»he answered the
jibe.
"No. simply getting justice," she
said simply. That’s the remarkable
part of it." She threw off her serious
air. “Well, gentlemen,” she conclud
ed. “what are you going to do about
thing he might do. by a court injunc
tion. a thing unheard of until this
moment in the case of a common
crook.
It dawned upon him that this was,
indeed, not a common crook. More
over, there had grown in him a cer
tain admiration for the ingenuity and
resources of this woman, though he
retained all his rancor against one
who dared thus to resist the duly
constituted authority. So, in the end,
he spoke to her frankly, without a
trace of his former violence, with a
very real, if rugged, sincerity.
“Don’t fool yourself, my girl,” he
said in his huge voice, which was now
modulated to a degree that made it
almost unfamiliar to himself. "You
can’t go through with this. There’s
always a weak link in the chain
somewhere. It’s up to me to find it,
and I will."
His candor moved her to a like hon
esty'.
“Now,” she said, and there was
respect, in the glance she gave the
stalwart man, "now you really sound
dangerous.”
There came an interruption, alike
unexpected by all, Fannie appeared
at the door.
“Mr. Edward Gilder wishes to see
you, Miss Turner,” she said, with no
appreciation of anything dynamic in
the announcement. "Shall 1 show-
him in?”
Inspector Is Puzzled.
“Oh, certainly,” Mary answered,
with an admirable pretense of indif
ference, while Burke glared at Dema
rest, and the District Attorney ap
peared ill at ease.
"He shouldn’t have come," Dema
rest muttered, getting to his feet, in
reply to the puzzled glance of the
Inspector.
Then, while Mary sat quietly' in her
chair at the desk, and the two men
stood watching doubtfully the door,
the maid appeared, stood aside, and
said simply, "Mr. Gilder."
There entered the erect, heavy
figure of the man whom Mary had
hated through the years, fie stopped
abruptly Just within the room, gave
a glance at the two men, then his
eyes went to Mary, sitting at her
desk, with her face lifted inquiringly.
He did not pause to take in the beau
ty of that face, only its strength. He
stared at her silently for a moment.
Then he spoke in his orotund voice,
a little tremulous from anxiety.
"Are you the woman?” he said.
There was something simple and
primitive, something of dignity be
yond the usual conventions, in his di
rect address.
And there was the same primitive
simplicity in the answer. Between
the two strong natures there was no
subterfuge, no suggestion of polite
evasions, of tergiversation, only the
•plea of truth
knowledgment
own question.
"I am the i
want?” . i— .
had met face
"My son.” '
complete.
But Mary touched a tragic note in’
her question. It was asked in no
frivolous spirit, hut, of a sudden, she
guessed that his coming was alto
gether of his own volition, and not the
result of his son’s information, as at
first she had supposed.
"Have you seen him recently?” she
asked.
"No,” Gilder answered.
"Then, why did you come?”
Thereat, the man was seized with
a fatherly fury. His heavy face was
congested, and his sonorous voice was
harsh with virtuous rebuke.
“Is This True?’’
"Because I intend to save my boy
from a great folly, I am informed that
he is infatuated with you, and Inspec
tor Burke tells me—why—he tells me
—why—he tells me- ” He paused,
unable for a moment to continue from
an excess of emotion. But his gray
eyes burned fiercely in accusation
against her.
Inspector Burke himself filled the
void in the halting sentence.
"I told you she had been an ex-
convict.”
“Yes,” Gilder said, after he had re
gained self-control. He stared at her
pleadingly. "Tell me." he said with
a certain dignity, "is this true.”
Here, then, was the moment f?»r
which she had longed through weary
days, through weary years. Here was
the man whom she hated, suppliant
before her to know the truth. Her
heart quickened. Truly, vengeance is
sweet to one who has suffered un
justly.
to truth. Mary ac-
was as plain as his
SYNOPSIS
Watch the Folks Rush—
Tonight’s Spaghetti Night
Mary Turner, an orphan, employed
in Edward Gilder's department store,
is accused ot theft and sent to prison,
though innocent. Aggie Lynch, a
convice friend of Mary’s ai Burn
sing, sees good ‘‘possibilities'' for her
in the world of crime. Fpon Mary’s
release she is continually hounded,
and in desperation throws herself into
th<* North Itiver. Joe Carson, a
forger, rescues her and keeps her and
Aggie in luxury, though living chaste
lives. Mary becomes the leader of a
band of swindlers, robbing only the
unscrupulous and keeping always
‘‘within the law.” Gilder’s son Dick
meets and loves Mary, who seeks to
wreak vengeance on the father
through the son. A girl who has been
in prison hears of Mary’s charitable
disposition, calls on her and faints
from want of nourishment. Mary
learns that she is the girl who stole
the goods for which she was con
victed. She Is furious, but controls
herself an<l gives the girl money to go
West and start over. Aggie and Gar-
son then learn that Mary had married
young Gilder that morning. But she
says she won’t live with him. Mary
is advised by Garson to throw up the
scheme to get hack at the father
through the son, hut Mary reiterates
her threat of vengeance. Dick calls
and tells Mary that he has engaged
passage on the Mauretania, which
sails the next day, but says that he
forgot to mention to his father the
fact that he married Mary. Mary
tells him that she will hold him to his
promise to bring his father to her
and have him wish them happiness,
to which Dick agrees.
Now Go on With the Story
man’s answer was
You never served a dish more
welcome—more appetizing—
more nutritious than Faust
Spaghetti. There’s practically
no end to the ways Faust
Spaghetti can be served—all
savory, relishable and satisfy
ing. Far cheaper than meat—
much more strengthening and
easier digested. You should
give the children a whole
lunch of
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD - VEILLER.
TO-DAY’S I INSTALLMENT.
The District Attorney by an effort
retained his severe expression of
righteous disapprobation, but he ad
mitted the truth of her contention.
"And I was a partner,” Mary said
contentedly. "You see, Inspector, you
wrong me—you do, really! I’m not a
swindler; I’m a financier.”
Burke sneered s>cornfuily.
"Well,” he roared, "you’ll never pull
another one on me. You can gamble
on that!”
Mary permitted herself to laugh
mockingly in the face of the badgered
official.
"Thank you for telling me,” she
said, graciously. "And let me say, In
cidentally, that Miss Lynch at the
present moment is painlessly extract
ing ten thousand dollars from Gen
eral Hastings in a perfectly legal
manner, Inspector Burke.”
“Oh, I’m Wise!”
“Well, anyhow,” Burke shouted
“you may stay inside the law. but
you’ve got to get outside - the city.’’
He tried to fcmploy an elephantine
bantering tone. "On the level, now,
do you think you could get away with
that Young Gilder scheme you’ve been
planning?”
Mary appeared puzzled.
"What young Gilder scheme?’ - she
asked, her brows drawn in bewilder
ment.
"Oh, I’m wise—I’m wise!” the In
spector cried roughly. "The answer
is, once for all. leave towji this after
noon. or you’ll be in the Tombs in
the morning.”
Abruptly, a change came over the
woman. Hitherto .‘■’he had been cyn
ical, sarcastic, laughing, careless, im
pudent. Now. of a sudden, she was
all seriousness, and she spoke with
a gravity that, despite their volition,
impressed both the men before her.
"It can’t be done. Inspector,” she
‘■•aid, sedately.
The declaration, simple n.s it was,
aroused the official to nea indigna
tion.
• Who says it can’t?” he vociferated,
overflowing uith anger at this flout
ing of the authority he represented
Mary opened a drawer of the desk,
and took out the document obtained
Procured Lydia E. Pink
ham’s Vegetable Com
pound, Which Made His
Wife a Well Woman.
Middletown, Pa—"I had headache,
backache and such awful bearing
'down pains that I could not be on my
feet at times and I had organic in
flammation so badly that I was not
able to do my work. I could not get a
good meal for my husband and one
child. My neighbors said they thought
my suffering was terrible.
"My husband got tired of seeing me
suffer and one night went to the drug
store and got me a bottle of Lydia L.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound and
at least twice a week—it's a mus
cle, bone and flesh builder. Ask.
your doctor. Faust Spaghetti
is made from Durum wheat,
which is extremely rich in gluten
—the food content that makes
for strength and growth. Write
for free recipe book and learn
how many dishes you can make
half-hearted plea he had made In her
behalf to Richard Gilder.
"That was killed,” Mary said, ‘‘killed
four years ago.”
But Demarest persisted. Influence
had been brought to bear on him. li
was for her own sake now that he
urged her.
"Let young Gilder alone.”
No Joy in Her Laugh.
Mary laughed again. But there was
no hint of joyousne.su in the musical
tones. Her answer was frank—bru
tally frank. She had nothing to con
ceal.
"His father sent me away for three
years—three years for something I
didn’t do. Well, he’s got to pay for it.”
By this time, Burke, a man of supe
rior intelligence, as one must be to
reach such a position of authority,
had come to realize that here was a
<•«.*■(• not to he carried through by
blustering, by intimidation, by the
rough ruses familiar to the force.
Here was a woman of extraordinary
intelligence, as well as of peculiar
persona’ charm, who merely made
sport of his fu’minations, and show« I
herself essentially armed against any-
^T8 this true?” the man repeated,
i with something of horror in his
voice.
"It is.” Mary said quietly.
For a little there was silence in
tin* room. Once Inspector Burke
started to speak, but the magnate
made an imperative gesture, and the
officer held his peace. Always Mary
rested motionless. Within her a fierce
joy surged. Here was the time of
hor victory. opposite her was the
man who had caused her anguish,
the man whose unjust action had
ruined her life. Now he was her
humble petitioner, hilt this servility
could be of no avail to save him from
shame. He must drink of the dregs
>f humiliation—and then again. No
uric© was too great to pay for *i
wrong such as that which he had put
upon her.
"This is what I’m going to do about
it. One way or another, I'm going to
get you.”
The District Attorney, however,
judged it advisable to use more per
suasive method**.
"Miss Turner." he said, with an ap
pearance of sincerity. "I’m going to
appeal to your sons© of fair play."
Mary.'s shining eyes met his for a
long moment, and before the chal
lenge in hers his foil. He remem
bered then those doubts that had as
sailed him when tills* girl had been
'sentenced to prison, remembered the
MAULL BROS.
To Be Continued To-morrow,