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■THE GEOBGWG MAGAZINE,
THEIR MARRIED LIFE
The Family Above Lets the Water Overflow
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
H Y Y ELLp; What's that?” War-
I' I ren was gazing up at the li
brary ceiling with a puzzled
frown.
"What, dear?"
"That spot up there—l've never no
ticed it before. Has it always been
there?”
Helen, absorbed in the last number
of the "Home Monthly,” murmured an
abstract, "I don't know, dear.”
A moment later Warren jumped up
with a sharp—
"l thought so! That's getting big
ger. Somebody's upstairs letting a
tub run over."
The next moment he was at the
phone.
"See here, there's a leak in our ceil
ing. Ring up those people over us.
the Sanfords, and find out what's the
matter What's that? They’ve
gone out? Well, get the super-
intendent up there Tell him they've
let the water overflow, and it's com
ing down through our ceiling. Now,
you get him up there quick."
Warren hung up the receiver and
came back to stand under the spot
and look at It more closely.
"I don't believe that’s spreading."
declared Helen, who had climbed up
on a chair. "I’m not sure that it’s
even Oh, yes. it Is,” as a drop of
water formed suddenly In the dark
ened spot and splashed down almost
on her upturned face.
"Some blamed idiot's turned on the
water and left it.” muttered Warren.
“But, dear, the bath room isn't over
this!"
"Why isn’t it? Don’t you remem
ber the superintendent said they used
this as a bed room and they'd put in
an extra bath?”
Another drop splashed down now
and the wet spot in the w hite ceiling
was plainly spreading
"Oh. they're calling about it now,”
exclaimed Helen, as the phone rang
No Key.
"Hello! What's that?” gruffed
Warren. "Well, didn't he leave the
pass-key with you? You mean that
because the superintendent isn't here
nobody can get in there to turn off
that water? Well, I’ll see about that.”
Warren strode out to the elevator
and held bls finger on the bell. Helen
followed him to the door.
"Dear, he’s coming now,” as the ele
vator ropes behind the Imn gratings
began to move. "Don’t keep on ring
ing.”
But Warren did not take his finger
from the bell until the elevator was
there
"Are you sure nobody's In that
apartment?" he demanded of the boy.
"Yes. sir; it’s their maid’s after
noon off. and Mr. and Mrs. Sanford's
gone out to dinner. I can’t get nd
answer to the phone. The superin
tendent’s gonb out. too, sir. He never
leaves a pass-key, and I’ve got no way
of getting In.”
"Well, you take me up there. 111
■e. about get’lng in.”
For a momer.* Helen stood uncer
tainly at the door, then as she heard
Warren's voice in the hall above her
curiosity dominated and she ran up
the steps Warren was at the door
trying some of his own keys
"No use fooling with these,” a? he
put them back in his pocket. We’ve
got to force this lock.” Then, turning
to ’.he elevator boy, “You go down and
get the fireman or whoever’s down
there. Tell him to bring a good-sized
chisel and a hammer.”
"But, Wttrren, you don’t want to
take the responsibility of breaking In
there!"
“Well I'm not going to have our
place flooded 'hrough their Infernal
carelessness If people haven’t any
more sense than to go off and leave
water running—they OUGHT to have
their apartment broken Into! Ah,
this is something like it," as the fire
man. in his soiled overalls and a
handful of tools, got out of the ele
vator.
"But I ain't got no ’thority to break
this door open, sir. It might mean
my job.”
Breaking In.
“I’ll see to that.” Warren reassured
him 'l'll shoulder any responsibility
that goes with this deal. Now. you
spring that lock there as quick as you
can."
The fireman wedged in the chisel,
but the lock was strong and It was
several moments before he swung the
door open.
Warren rushed In. the elevator boy,
the fireman and Helen after him. Be
fore they reached the bath room they
found the rugs soaked and the bath
room floor was a pool of water. On
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top of the overflowing tub floated
some American Beauty roses.
With a muttered oath, Warren
turned oft the faucets. Just how much
the water had been left running, Hel
en could not tell, as the plumbing was
of the "improved type," the tub being
filled from the side.
"Anybody that hasn’t any more
sense than to put flowers in a tub end
go off and leave the water turned »n!"
stormed Warren. “Here,” turning to
the fireman, “this water's got to be
mopped up or it’ll be all down in our
place.”
"I’ll have to have some sort of a
cloth to get up with.” mumbled the
fireman, sullenly unwilling.
"Take these,” and Warren jerked
from the towel rack some long
fringed, monogrammed towels.
"Oh, dear, wait—wait!” fluttered
Helen. "Don’t use those —I’ll go
down and get some old cloths.”
"That’s all right; you use those
towels," ordered Warren. "We’ve got
to get this water up. and get It up
pretty blamed quick.”
While the fireman was mopping up
the water and wringing the towels
out in the tub. Helen Instinctively
glanced around. She had always won
dered what this apartment was like,
and how it would be furnished.
The Sandfords Return.
Through the open bed room door
she caught a glimpse of the library
and drawing room beyond. It ull
showed a lavish expenditure of money,
without being in particularly good
taste. It was too ornate and too
crowded. Helen could not help but
think how much better their own
apartment looked, and how much less
money they had spent on It.
There was a sound of the outer door
opening and of voices In the hall.
"Oh. Warren! Warren!” Helen
whispered, panic-stricken. “Can that
be the Sanfords? Oh, how dreadful
for them to catch us in here!”
Warren, who was overseeing the
firemen mop up the water, only
grunted.
Even when the voices were at the
door of the bpd room he did not
trouble to turn. Then, to Helen's
horror, Mr. and Mrs. Sanford en
tered.
Afterward Helen told herself that
in all her Ute she had never passed
through a moment of such anguished
embarrassment and awkwardness a
w-hen those people confronted her in
their bed room Evidently they had
come up on the other elevator and
knew nothing of the invasion of their
apartment, for Mrs. Sanford gasped
and gazed at Helen In petrified
amazement, while Mr. Sanford stam
mered an astonished.
“I—l beg your pardon!”
They had not seen Warren, who
had been standing Inside the bath
room door, but now he stepped out
with a cool:
“You left the water on here and
flooded our place. The superin
tendent was out, and I had the man
break In. We’ve been trying to mop
up some of it —but you'd better get
up the rest before It soaks through.”
Mrs. Sanford was the first to re
cover herself. She had darted into the
bath room, but stepped back quickly
as the water soaked through her thin
evening slippers. Then she turned to
Warren with an icy:
Helen Ashamed.
"This is an unfortunate accident, of
course, but I hardly think you were
justified in breaking into our apart
ment.”
“Then that's a point, madam, on
which we can not agree. I’m of the
opu.lon that we've done you quite a
service In not letting your careless
ness do more injury than it has. Be
fore you go out, hereafter, I would
advise you to turn off the water in
your bathtub."
Just how they got out In the hall,
Helen hardly knew. Mr. Sanford
started to say something—a sort of
stammered apology—but Warren had
cut him short with a curt:
"Good evening."
In their own apartment Helen threw
herself on the couch and hid her
burning face in the pillow.
“Oh. It was dreadful!” looking up
with her cheeks aflame. "When they
came in there and found us like that
—I thought I should go through the
floor! Oh, I never was so embar
rassed!"
"Embarrassed 7" snorted Warren.
"They're the ones to be embarrassed
The nerve of that woman!”
"And what will she say when she
finds all her embroidered towels were
used to wipe up that water!"
The shrug of Warren's shoulders
expressed his complete Indifference
"But. dear, she may make a Com
plaint about us breaking in the apart
ment.”
“Let her. Iguess we’ve got one or
two kicks coming," looking, up at the
stained celling. "Pretty stiff ones,
too. Don't you worn’, she’s going to
be mighty busy keeping still."
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Hot, tired and dusty, the excursion
party was returning from the seaside
holiday trip. Simkins, a little, bald
man, seated himself down to read, but
being tired, dropped off to sleep.
On the hat rack above was a fero
cious crab In a bucket, and when Sim
kins went to sleep the crab woke
up, and. finding things dull in the
bucket, started exploring. By care
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the edge of the rack, and fell,
alighting on Simkins' shoulder, and
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"Let go, Sarah! I tell you I have
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THE SUPERIOR SEX
4 MAN is proud to refer to the
ZA temptations he resisted, but gets
A mad if Reminded of those to which i
be succumbed
No man is strictly truthful when i
with a sympathetic woman, adding two <
feet to the stature of the giant that 1
attacked him every time he tells the
story. 4
Some men never wait on themselves
except when they are mad at their :
wives
When a man suffers from Insomnia,
he wakes up everybody else in the '
house to prove it.
\»hen a married man has a good
time he has to deny it
Men say they are not themselves
when tempted by anger into betraying
what they really are.
As soon as a man outgrows a foolish
notion and drops It a younger man
comes along and picks it up.
When a man talks to guests at his
home he tells many things his wife
had been trying for weeks to get out of
him.
It makes no difference how inde
pendent a man is. there are times when
he wants some one to “Poor-little-
UOAk ium.
Nell Brinkley Says
of a gate; her busy little heart dreams ahead to womanly things and
a full life, and yet still yearns to climb a tree. In her all the delect
able things of the child, the look, the faith, the freedom, the whole
heart, the tireless wonder, mingle with the lovely things of the woman
awakened eyes, the out-held band for what life has lo give, the grow
ing wisdom, the reaching mind—mingle and make for a golden minute
in her life! The Oriental, the singer, the dealer In lovely words, would
say of her: “She Is a tree of rosy blossoms, the tree between its slim,
thin-leaved Springtime and its season of rich fruit. She Is this, the
bloom of the tree, that blows and Is gone so soon—the golden age be
tween Spring and Summer. She la entirely sweet" The Golden Aga
Is a breathless, fragile Instant w-hea the baby and the woman kiss.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
The only time a man has any desire
to let his wife know how he is doing
ftnancialiy is when he Is losing money
It never surprises a man to be ad
mired, but no man ever lived long
enough to know why any one dislikes
him
When a man Is a big talker he has to
do a good deal of denying
Even when a man prays f*»r delivery
from temptation he is telling himself
that it Isn’t going to hurt him to take
a look at it.
Every man boasts of his self-control,
though there never was a man who
had so much that he could hold a lead
pencil in his hand without marking
with it.
Merely Wasting Time.
Now that little George had attained
the age of six, the great problem of
his education became the burning
question of the hour
The family de< lared that little
George must g to school immediately
Little George himself firmly maintained
that he would do nothing of the sort,
and hem “forth the mere mention of
the word “school" had very much the
•■■amp effect on him as a red rag is al
leged to have upon a bull.
Granny, however, who knew nothing
of this difference of opinion in the fam
ily. ventured to remark one day
’’ Your father tails me. George that
you are going to school next week “
"Then father’s been talking rot!’’ the
boy replied “Why. granny, I can’t »*ead
and I can’t write w what good should
1 do at sckvoj, id. Ska u> luiWU"
BY NELL BRINKLEY
Do You Know
Thai—
A Cincinnati pastor has Impaneled
a church jury to decide love and mar
riage questions submitted by members
' I of his congregation needing advice. A
1 series of sermons on the Ideal home
produced so many appeals for such
1 guidance from young men and women
that a jury of six men and six women
was formed to hear them, the ques
tioners’ Identity being concealed. On
a young woman’s question, “Shall I
marry a man several years ray jun
> lor?” ten of the jury voted "Yes.'’
, on» man and one woman not voting.
Among the curious things that ar
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ing in Moscow is the fact that drivers
; of cabs, carriages and all sorts of
. vehicles do not carry whips. There
1s a law prohibiting their use. The
excellent condition of their horses
attests the benefit of pits humane
law Nowhere are there sleeker and
, better groomed horses than those
used In the carriages of Moscow.
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hermits In Italy who live solitary
lives in mountain caves, and that they
number no fewer than 9*o. Among
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i are over 9S years of age and three
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WITHIN THE LAW
A Powerful Story of Adventure, Intrigue and Love
Copyright. 1913. by the H. K. Fly Com
pany The play “Within the Law" Is
copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this
novelisation of It is published by his
permiHsion. The American Play Com
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clusive rights of the representation
and performance of “Within the Law"
in aJI languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD VEILLER.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
At the same moment Garson flashed
his torch and the light fell swiftly on
young Gilder, bowed to a kneeling
posture before the couch, half
throttled by the strength of Chicago
Red. Close beside him Mary looked
down In wordless despair over this
final disaster of the night. There
was silence among the men, all of
whom, save the captor himself, were
gathered near the fireplace.
Garson retired a step farther be
fore he spoke his command, so that,
though he held the torch still, he,
like the others, was in the shadow.
Only Mary was r,wealed clearly as
she bent In al?rm toward the man she
had married. It was borne In on the
forger’s consciousness that the face
of the woman leaning over the in
truder was stronger to hold the pris
oner and to prevent any outcry than
the might of Chicago Red himself,
ami so he gave the order.
"Get away. Red.”
Let Go His Grip.
The fellow let go his grip obe
diently enough, /hough with a trifle
of regret, since Y gloried in his phys
ical prowess.
Thus freed of that strangling em
brace, Dick stumbled blindly to his
feet Then, mechanically, his hand
went to the lamp on the table back
!of the couch. In the same moment
i Garson snapped his torch to dark
n< s. When, after a little futile
searching. Dick finally found the
i catch and the mellow light streamed
forth, he uttered an ejaculation of
stark mazement, for his gaze was riv
eted on the face of the woman he
loved.
“Good God!” It was a cry of tor
ture wrung from hts soul of souls.
Mary swayed toward him a little,
palpitant with sea for herself,
for all of them, most of al! for him.
“Hush! hush!" she panted warn-
Ingly. "Oh, Dick, you don’t under
j stand.”
Dick’s hnnd was at his throat. It
was not easy for him to speak yet.
He had suffered severely In the pro
cess of being throttled, and, too. he
whs In the clutch of a frightful emo
tion. To find her, his wife, in this
place. In such company—her, the wo
man who ln he loved, whom, In spite of
eV. rj thlng. he had honored, the wo
man to whom he had given his name!
Mary hero! And thus!
"I understand this,” he said brok
enly nt last. "Whether you ever did
It before or not, this time you have
broken the law." A sudden Inspira
tion on his own behalf came to hltn.
For his love’s sake, he must seize on
this oppottunlty given of fate to him
for mastery. He went on with a new
vehemence of boldness that became
him well.
"You’re In my hands now. So are
; these men as well. Unless you do as
i I say, Mary, I’ll jail every one of
I them.”
Mary's usual quickness was not
lacking even now, In this period of
extremity. Her retort was given
without a particle of hesitation.
She Caught His Arm.
"You can’t,” she objected with con
viction. Tm the only one you’ve
seen.”
“That’s soon remedied,” Dick de
clared. He turned toward the hall
door as If with the intention of light
ing the chandelier.
But Mary caught his arm plead
ingly.
"Don't, Dick," she begged "It’s—
It’s not safe."
"I’m not afraid." was his indignant
answer. He would have gone on, but
she clung the closer. He was reluc-
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tant to use over much force against
the one whom he cherished so fondly.
There came a diversion from the
man who had made the capture, who
was mightily wondering over the
course of events, which was wholly
unlike anything In the whole of his
own rather extensive housekeeping
experience.
“Who’s this, anyhow?" Chicago Red
demanded.
There was a primitive petulance In
bls drawling tones.
Dick answered with conciseness
enough.
'Tm her husband. Who are you?”
Mary called a soft admonition.
“Don’t speak, any of you," she di
rected. "You mustn't let him hear
your voices."
Dick was exasperated by this pers
sistent identification of herself with
these criminals In his father’s house.
"You’re fighting me like a coward,”
he said hotly. Hts voice was bitter.
The eyes that had always been warm
In their glances on her were chill now.
He turned a little was- from her, as if
In Instinctive repugnance. "You are
taking advantage of ms' Iqve. You
think that because of it I can’t make
a move against these men. Now, list
en to me. I—"
“ I Won ’t, ” Mary Cried.
“I won’t!” Mary cried. Her words
were shrill with mingled emotions.
"There’s nothing to talk about,” she
went on wildly. "There never can be
between you and me.”
The young man’s voice came with a
sonorous firmness that was new to It.
In these moments the strength of
him, nourished bs’ suffering, was put
ting forth Its flower. His manner was
masterful.
"There can be and there will be.” he
contradicted. He raised his voice a
little, speaking into the shadows
where was the group of silent men.
"You men back there!” he cried. “If
I give you my word to let everyone
of you go free and pledge myself
never to recognize one of you again,
will you make Mary here listen to
me? That’s all I ask I want a few
minutes to state my case. Give me
that. Whether I win or lose, you men
go free, and I’ll forgot everything that
has happened here to-night.” There
came a muffled guffaw of laughter
from the big chest of Chicago Red at
this extraordinarily Ingenuous pro
posal while Dacey chuckled more
quietly.
Dick made a gesture of impatience
at this open derision.
“Tell them I can be trusted," he
bade Mary, curtly.
It was Garson who answered.
“I know that you can be trusted,”
he said, "because I know you lo—"
He checked himself w-lth a shiver, and
out of the darkness his face showed
white.
"You must listen," Dick went on.
facing again toward the girl, who was
trembling before him, her eyes by
turns searching hie expression or
downcast In unfamiliar confusion,
which she herself could hardly under
stand
Garson Threatens.
"Your safety depends nn me,” the
young man warned.
"Suppose I should call for help?”
Garson stepped forward threaten
ingly.
"You would only call once," he said
very gently, yet most grimly. His
hand went to the noiseless weapon In
his coat pocket.
But the young man’s answer re
vealed the fact that he, too. was de
termined to the utmost, that he un
derstood perfectly the situation.
"Once would be quite enough," he
said simply.
Garson nodded In acceptance of the
defeat It may be. too, that In some
subtle fashion he admired this youth
suddenly grown resolute, competent
to control a dangerous event. There
was even the possibility that some
Instinct of tenderness toward Mary
herself made him desire that this op
portunity should be given for "wiping
out the effects of misfortune which
fate hitherto had brought Into her life.
To Be Continued To-morrow.