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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 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 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 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 E. Pinkham’s "Vegetable Compound and told me I must take it. I can't tell you all I suffered and I can't tell you all that your medicine has done for me. I was greatly benefited from the first and it has made me a well wom an. I can do all my housework and even helped some of my friends as well. I think it is a wonderful help to all suffering women. I have got sev eral to take it after seeing what it has done for me.”—Mrs. Emma Espen- shade 219 East Main St., Middletown, Pa. The Pinkham record is a proud and honorable one. It is a record of con stant victory over the obstinate ills of woman—ills that deal out despair. It is an established fact that Lydia E. Ptnkham's Vegetable Compound has. restored health to thousands of such suffering women. Why don't you try it if you need such a medicine? If you want special advice, write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (con fidential), Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and hold in strict confidence. 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 of Faust Spaghetti. 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. At all grocen Sc and 10c packages. /A MAULL BROS. St. Louis, Mo. To Be Continued To-morrow, Reformation of In the Spring the Bather’s Fancy Lightlv Turns to Dreams Like This $r Winning a Wife Richard MISS NELL BRINKLEY’S Pictorial Fantasy of Surf Bathing in Hawaii Copyr,,fh, ' 19, VeL& ternat,onal New " in Mid-Air