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{{TSbUi you nave 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 I 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.
Before h e could make a fresh as
sault upon the teacher’s patience, the
girl across the aisle, with a wide
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 his
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 th e other children were con
sidering the matter, Clara waved her
hand excitedly.
"Nominations are in order,” said
Miss Booth. "Whom do you say,
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 boys, 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 of
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. w T hen Richard
appeared on the scene early with a
sleek, damp pompadour, glistening
complexion and shoes that reflected
like woodland pools In June, the other
boys 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.
A THOUSAND ways lead to the al
tar, and many of them are at
least as strange and unconven
tional as that by which a bride
was recently won as the prize for vic
tory in a cross-country race by a brace
of rival cowboys on bronchos. In cer
tain parts of Wales, it is said, the old-
world custom of "marriage by cap
ture” still survives, and before a man
can lead a maid to the altar he must
race In hot pursuit of the father or
brother who seeks to carry her off on
horseback and rescue her for a more
agreeable fate.
But wives have been won by contests
more novel than these. Only last year,
it ’s said, a pretty Scottish damsel
looked on at a shooting match while the
two aspirants to her hand scored bulls-
eyes in stern and silent rivalry, for the
final scores were to determine who
should be her happy possessor. Last
year, too, If we are to believe the news.,
papers, a very charming young lady In
society awarded her hand to the one of
four suitors who took the first place In
a billiard tournament. And there are
at least three recorded cases in which
matrimonial destiny has been deter
mined ove** the chessboard.
Even more singular was the method
recently adopted by a wealthy Nea
politan called Teslno, 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 later 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 Wall
Street brokers were fluttered Dy 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
bore the legend: “F’or the purpose of
assisting the completion of the musical
education of Miss Fklwina, 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
in 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 Magte, a young
lady of Washington, was boldly adver
tising herself for sale as "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 oC
$10,000, which my late father spent on
my education and training, in return for*
which, In addition to constant soul-de-
stroylng 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 St. 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.
Tt 7T AY is a laggard to the ehap and the girl who love the surf
and live in a bathing suit from dawn till dark when the
ly 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 gting of the breakers and the restless, deepful
haven’t we tried it here on our gray Atlantic and capsized—
both on the narrow hit of mahogany eighteen inches wide and
^ . six feet long, and in the enterprise? But I will be
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 I
bosom of the sea, said, fretfully: “There’s a land for you—been!
Summer all year, water like velvet, and the rollers that come
n ‘ L / marching in from the coral reef, holding hands
DTlJlRiey and breaking for a mile 1 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 trade union.
Sophie—A trade union?
Ella -Yes; she traded her money for
his title.
By MARVIN DANA, from the
Play of BERNARD VEILLER
A Powerful Story of Ad
venture, Intrigue andLove
WITHIN THE LAW
Copyright, 1012, by the H. K. Fly Com
pany. The play “Within the Law” is
copyrighted hy Mr. Velller and this
novelization of it is published by his
permission. The American Plq,y Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex
clusive rights of the representation
and performance of "Within the I jaw”
in all languages.
plea of truth to truth. Mary ac
knowledgment was as plain as his
own question.
"I am the woman. What do you
want?” . . . Thus two honest folk
had met face to face.
"My son.” The man’s answer was
complete.
But Mary touched a tragic note in
her question. It was asked in no
frivolous spirit, but, 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 fatfierly fury. His heavy face was
congested, and his sonorous voice was
harsh with virtuous rebuke.
“Is This True?”
"Because 1 intend to save my boy
from a great folly, l 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 for
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.
that morning from Harris, and held It
forth.
"This,” she replied, succinctly.
“What’s this?” Burke stormed. But
he took the paper.
Demarest 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 phraseblogy.
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
legal 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, 1
have money. I 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 1he
woman’s voice as she 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
it?”
“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 methods.
“Miss Turner,” he said, with an ap
pearance of sincerity, “I’m going to
appeal to your sense of fair play.”
Mary's shining eyes met his for a
long moment, and before the chal
lenge in hers his fell. He remem
bered then those doubts that had as
sailed him when this* girl had been
sentenced to prison, remembered the
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 rommon 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, F’annle appeared
at the door.
"Mr. F^dward Gilder wishes to see
you, Miss Turner,” Hhe Bald, with no
appreciation of anything dynamic in
tin* announcement. “Shall I 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 hav6 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. He 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 be.au-
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 IcrgiversaUon, only the
SYNOPSIS
Mary Turner, an orphan, employed
in Edward Gilder’s department store,
is accused of theft and sent to prison,
though Innocent. Aggie Lynch, a
convlce friend of Mary's at Burn
sing, sees good “possibilities” for her
in the world of crime. Upon Mary’s
release she is continually 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 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 and 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 back at the father
through the son, but 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 lie
forgot to mention to his father the
fact thai he married Mary. Mary
tells him that she will hold him to his
promise to bring his father to her
and have hhn wish them happiness,
to which Dick agrees.
Now Go on With the Story
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lunch of
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO-DAY'S 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
swindlef; I’m a financier.”
Burke sneered scornfully.
“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 r , but
you’ve got to get outside the city.”
He tried to employ 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 town this after
noon. or you’ll be in the Tombs in
the morning.”
Abruptly, a change came over the
woman. Hitherto she had been cyn
ical, sarcastic, laughing, careless, im
pudent. Now, of a sudden, she was
all seriousness, and 9he spoke with
a gravity that, despite their volition,
impressed both the men before her.
“It can’t be done, Inspector,” she
9aid, sedately.
The declaration, simple as it was,
aroused the official to new indigna
tion.
“Who says it can’t?” he vociferated,
overflowing with anger at this flout
ing of the authority he represented
Mary opened a drawer of the desk,
and took out the document obtained
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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. It
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 joyousness in the musical
tones. Her answer wav 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
caiJe not to be carried through by
blustering, by intimidation, hy the
rough ruses familiar to the force.
Hen* was a woman of extraordinary
intelligence, a» well as of peculiar
personal charm, who merely made
8port of his fulminations, and showed
herself essentially armed against any-
{{ T S 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
the 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
her 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, but this servility
could be of no avail to save him from
shame. He must drink of the dregs
of humiliation—and then again. No
price was too great to pay for a
wrong such as that which he had put
upon her.
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