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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
Adapted from the Big Broadway Success
By Owen Davis.
[Novelized by!
>n uwen Davis* play ncnv being pre-
c, M t*<1 at the Playhouse. Now York, by
william A. Brady -Copyright. 1913, by
• ^national News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
[ am trying my best-trying harder
than you know. " will find something
to do.. Kitty* I've left everything for
you. I".thought we'd begin over—some
how That you would get a fresh start.
I—wonder—if—I—have made—a blunder
after all.”
Kitty was shameless—and business
like.
•Have you asked your father for
money?”
• No! No! Kitty, we couldn’t do that!
Think of the sixteen-year-old girl you
were ONCE! Think of my awful blow—
my blow to the father who gave me
;i:- •* a boy’s fool idea at avenging some
th ng that’s done—and over! Kitty, we
couldn’t ask him for money. I’D
RATHER STARVE!” *
You’ve got a swell chance.”
Kitty deckled that she was making a
sad bungle on the job. The hardness—
the crisp dryness went out of her voice
She crossed over to where the boy was
sunk in despair and put her hand gent
ly on his shoulder.
"Ken. dear, I’rrt sorry things are so
bad -but you've got to get money.
Your mother hasn’t answered your last
letter?”
"No! I can't understand it!” ex
claimed Ken. bitterly.
"I can. She's a woman! Your father
would come across—she won’t—not for
me— not for the girl that is taking her j
^on from her. Say, Ken.” with an ab- I
upt change of manner, “where do you
, nk all the inolher-in-law jokes come
-om? Your mother hasn’t answered
our last letter! You see! Now. what
re you going te DO?”
She perched on the arm of his chair,
and pul her little hand on his shoulder,
'hen quickly her hands strayed over
is collar—up to his face. In a mo
unt her cool fingers were fluttering
ke little snow flakes across his throb
rig temples. But the boy was in no
lood for- loving ministrations. Cool
' ngers on his brow could not stop the
arring throbbing of his brain.
"i don’t know what I arp going to do.
. never realized before what a miserable
weakling I am! My father spent twenty
thousand dollars on my four years at
college and I can’t earn ten dollars a
week. I tried to-day to get a place in a
life insurance office and I was beaten
out by a boy just out of high school.
Beaten fairly. too.^He’s done something
with his chances. I’ve wasted mine.”
“They won’t let you starve. Ken.
They're too proud of the family!”
“Proud? Of our family! What a joke!
WHAT A JOKE! WHAT A ROTTEN
JOKE THE WgQfcE WORLD IS!”
cried the boy with the bitter c ynicisin
of youth that has eaten too soon and
too fufly 0 f the rotten fruit of the tree
of knowledge of evil.
“It’s got the laugh on us, all right!"
answered Kitty.
Perhaps Kenneth had really expected
her to understand. With an added
share of weariness he added:
“I've written to Tom Harding. Kitty.
I’ll win out yet if you just stick to me"
What else can 1 do?” asked the girl,
still more wearily.
Kenneth walked over to where she
stuod leaning nonchalantly against the
sun-dappled window frame. She was all
he had left now—all he had to lavish af
fection on. Habit, the desire to make
reparation and the charm of the siren
still held the boy to his weary bondage.
But even lf»er love would be Dead Sea
fruit—it would leave in its wake a bit
ter thirts of the spirit. His loneliness
spoke—his despair—his bitter awaken
ing to his own weakness colored his
voice.
’It’s made a difference in you, just
the few days since my money has been
* i gone. If you were to leave me now.
I’d give up. I WOULDN’T WANT TO
LIVE’ T COULDN’T! WHAT I HAVE
DONE I DID BECAUSE I THOUGHT
OTTt LOVE WAS BIG ENOUGH TO
EXCUSE IT. IF—IF I HAVE BEEN
WRONG ABOUT THAT. TOO—IF
THAT IS ROTTEN, AS SORDID. AS
EVERYTHING ELSE AROUND US, I’D
-I’D JUST QUIT!”
But the spirit of h1s words fell on
deaf ears—as later events would prove.
Kitty answered with petulance.
Haven’t we lived respectable. N ' 0 ’
body can say anything different unless
they lie! What’s ‘sordid* about us un
less it’s my clothes? Oh. Ken. I've got
have ten dollars to-day—I've got to.
The boy was utterly thrown back on
his own overstrained nature again. e
war left to starve for sympathy—for un
derstanding-left as a “better” woman
-his mother, Mrs. Charles Nelson,
"leader of society”—had left his lather
“wo years before. There is a clause in
law that says that whoever starts a
train of dangerous circumstances in
motion is responsible for the results
thereof. Ken did not know this clause
—he had not yet begun to lay the cause
•»f the family tragedy at the door of his
mother’s fatal—even criminal—indiffer
ence. But the hour was coming when
out of his bitter knowledge of Kitty
Claire he would pronounce his Judgment
"m his mother.
"I can’t get the ten,” he said in the
m of a .map beaten.
'Dick got a couple of seats foi a
vaudeville to-night. I've got to get my
blue dress from the cleaner's Me"
earing cleaned dresses! Talk about
did and rotten! You can't beat ‘mat.
In answer to the whine in her voice,
Ker; answered, as many a stronger mar.
before him defeated by woman's w»a %-
n «ss has answered.
I ll try, Kitty.’’
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailt
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Little Bobbie's Pa
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
First
Aline Graham, the beautiful daugh
ter of U. S. District Attorney Gordon
Graham, is beloved by Captain Law
rence Holbrook, a soldier of fortune, free
lance and all-round good fellow. Aline
loves him. but, because of some secret
in her past, she refuses to marry him.
While Holbrook is at her house she re
ceive; a telephone message rrom .Judson
Flagg, a lawyer and notorious black
mailer of society. Holbrook begs Aline
to tell him her secret. She refuses and
makes him leave her. The message
from Flagg has made her frantic, and
she finally decides to go to his house
In the meantime the reader is given a
glimpse into Fiagg’s den. The lawyer
is closeted with his nephew. Tommy,
the only human being for whom he ap
pears to hear any affection. Congress
man Rowland’s butler, Jones, calm and
sells Flagg a letter compromising Mrs.
Rowland. As the butler starts to leave,
Flagg presses a button and takes a se
cret flashlight of the man He rushes
from the house in terror. Aline slips
away from her home unobserved and
reaches Flagg's home. She finds the
front door open and goes to his study
Flagg produces a letter written by Aline
to Woolworth, the man she supposed
she had married two years before. He
reads it to her. enjoying her mental tor
ture as she hears the telltale lines. In
the first part of the letter Aline had beg
ged Woolworth not to desert her. "Do
you remember that?’’ asks Flagg with
a sneer.
Now Read On
Novelized by)
Aline's barriers
of self-control
went down
completely,
and she sank
in her chair
weeping; and
sobbing in
the bitterness
of the
knowledge that
she was fast
enmeshed in
the web she
had made
it possible
for this human
spider to
weave about
aware of the abyss of horror Yawn
ing before her feet.
"Ladies are careless about paying,"
said he.
"Every penny 1 get will come to
ypu until you are paid—believe me!"
He shook his head and finally
tossed the brooch carelessly back on
the desk.
The Fiend.
"I’m a business man—but the man
In me is more important than the
business.”
Why, he was human and humane,
after all, thought the elated girl. He
had tortured her with the possibility
of honor, but at the last he would
not go through with it. He had a
heart—it was vulnerable to a wom
an’s suffering. She answered in
breathless, unbelievable delight:
"You mean—I may have it!”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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/ AIT!” said he—"there is—
V'y better or worse—to come!”
Then he went on, with a>l
the keen delight with which a savage
watches the quivering nerves of the
captive he has tied to the stake.
“’You said there was romance in
being your wife in secret—I can’t be
lieve it was all a masquerade—I won’t
believe it—surely, surely we are mar
ried—that ceremony couldn’t have!
been false! Ob, Tom, I must see you j
before you go—I must ’ ”
Aline trembled and supported her- i
self by the edge of the desk. She
was struggling wildly to-hold hgr.self-
con traW-to be calm—not to $$ld to
the fia files* that ware licking uf) about
her heart. Flagg watched her with
re li S h—decidedly he felt things were
coming his way.
"And then you write of three heav
enly days with the murmur of the
sea coming in through the open win-
c j ovv ” A smile whose insinuating
camaraderie was gall and wormwood
to A’ine distorted his features.
"Well—is it a forgery—or genu-
ine?” .
"Let me see it myself, please.
He hesitated—then handed her the
letter. . .
-Be careful with it—it s very val
uable.”
The girl stumbled across the room
and cowered down into a chair. She
feared to look at that pink paper—
that slip of paper that might contain
those damning words in her own
writing—and yet she must know the
full horror of her position. One
glance—and she knew' that this was
indeed her own writing—her heart’s
cry to the man who had lured her into
H clandestine marriage—and then had
written her coldly that it was no mar
riage -just an escapade with a mock
clergyman and a false license to
make this little interlude possible—
that it was all over now—that his
career called him to Japan to act as
war correspondent—and that she must
forget t—as he would!
"Forget it!” What woman ever
forgets a story like that—when once
it is written in letters of scarlet on
the White pages of her life?
A line's barriers of self-control went
down completely, and she sank in her
chair weeping and sobbing in the
bitterness of the knowledge that she
was fast enmeshed in the web she
had made It possible for this human
spider to weave about her.
fiaebt crossed to her side. He
fairly R'oated at the sight of this
charming bit of feminine loveliness in
tears—breaking down, and ready to
come to terms with him.
A Thousand Dollars.
•'Don’t cry—It's better to have loved
and repented than never to have
loved at all—that’s life, my dear girl
—and everybody has some such lit
tle shadow across their life—we’d die
nf stagnation without some expen-
er \Vith an effort Aline regained con
trol of herself. Her weakness would
only out her deeper in the toils—-it
w?mld only make this creature the
more relentlessly sure of his power
“How much do you want for that
letter?” she asked. „
•'One thousand dollars.
-I haven't that much money, l
Ca -your friends?” asked Flagg.
“I can’t appeal .to my friends for
money,” said the girl proudly.
“Yof/know who my father la-what
position he occupies in our Govern
ment—and this is blackmail, said .he
Sirl ^'v h toT' have me arrested””
cn w if.fi Flagg from his safe position,
behind the nov cries,ness of this g r
,o confess 10 any dealings with such,
8 T would--if 1 were a man.” dr-j
dared the girl, impotenlly.
C Flagg smiled. My best clients are
nrntkmen.” . .... I
If onlv my father knew this- nee
,nq. ' raid the girl hotly.
"Fathers don i kill in) more ..
they're like husbands—they com
promise,” said our gentle cynic.
The girl pulled a little roll of bills
from the bosom of her gown—and |
dashed them down on his desk—she
would not have risked handing them
to Judson Flagg lest her fingers
touch his. Later this bit of fine feel
ing was to seem ironical indeed!
"I said a thousand,” said the man-
monster coldly.
Her Mother's Jewels.
The girl stood looking at him for
one eternally long second. She
wondered if this could be some night
mare creature born of her own imag
ination. She had a second's hysteri
cally childish desire to put out her
hand and see if he could really be
true. Then she remembered a hor
rible tale she had once read of a
creature, half spider, half human—a
creature inhabiting the African
jungle. That tale was no mere fig
ment of the writer’s brain, she
thought. Such a thing sat before her
now—dark, hairy, ready to poun-e
or leap or swing silently down its
tortuous web upon its horrified vic
tim.
Only a second—and then in nis
glittering, venomous glance she read
that she must act—act now—at once!
She unfastened her soft coat of
clinging velvet, and drew her moth
er's pin from her belt. The roses
it held fell unheeded at her feet.
And on the fall of those Killarney
roses hung fate itself
The man’s greedy eyes were fas
tened in admiring calculation on tne
girlish figure in the soft white gown
under that cloaking mass of velvet.
The girl held put her Jewel. •
“This emerald will nearly make It
“What’s it worth?” asked Fags,
slowly removing his calculating eye.-
from one jewel to the other. ^
”1 don’t know exactly then her
distaste for the creature making her
bold bevond the hounds of prudence,
Aline added. "Enough for you, any-
W “Less than $500. I’d say,” was
Flagg's final verdict.
“But. it’s everything I have, and I
promise to pay you up the balance.”
pleaded the girl—forgetting that it
was not to a man she was talking,
but to a creature of venom and spue
the enemy of decency and society.
Flagg rose—the time was ripe for
action—the moment had come foi
Flagg to discover to her the full
measure of his vileness and for only
one more safe second Aline was not
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4U 1)1.1 BROS.. St Louis, Mo
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
Y UNG HIGGINS Is cummlng up to
the house tonite, eed Pa He is
n good frend of mine & I know
you will Ilk him, beekaus he is
clevver He Is a poet on a big news
paper out West.
Oh, I newer mtft a poet, sed Ma. I
shud luv to meet him. But what n
funny naim for a poet, Higgins. I al
ways like ’ to think of poets with
nalms like Lord Byron or Percy
Shelley.
Higgins is Just like his naim, sed
Pa You ain’t going to meet any
dreffmy. long-haired guy with dan
druff on his cote collar. Higgins is
one of the best fellers that ewer
lived, but he is jest plain Higgins.
Wait till you »*• l> lm -
Wen Mister Higgins cairn in we cud
see that he didn’t act like one of
them old poets He was dressed nice,
but he didn’t have any velvet collar &
his hair was trimmed short. He was
fat A had a big neck, and he looked
as if he mite have been a fiter oust.
Every move he made was quick
Aftf.Y we had dinner Ma beegan to
\sk Mister Higgins ware he got hie
I lnspiranhun for all the lovely poems
I he rote. Do you go out in the feelds
& along the streams, & set down
1 under a trtfe A rite yure pdems”
Mister Higgins luffed No, he sed, I
do not rite my poems under a tree
I mite catch cold & then the world
wud lose me. I rite my poems rite in
the newspaper off!" or any old plais
ware I can get to a tlpewriter Thare
lsen’t vary much inspirashun around
a newspaper oltls, sed Mister Hig
gins, A If you think it is a quiet plats
to work you shud visit one. Between
the offls boys arguing baseball A the
editors hollering "Boy!” thare ain’t
any dtrthly calm, he toald Ma.
Do you ever rite for the maga-
zeens? said Ma.
I used to wen I was beeginnlng,
sed Mister Higgins. That was wen
I rote blank vegpe I thot in them
days that I was going to be another
Shakespeer, he sed The moar blank
verse I rote the blanker It got A the
moar I got from the magazeens, but
wen I added it up at the end of the
yeer I found that I wasen t any
Rockefeller at gitting the sugar.
Getting the what? sed Ma
The sugar, sed Mister Higgins, the
dough. The thing that buys brogans
for the baby, he sed. So then I
started riteing liter verse A found
out that I cud maik lots mo4r riteing
a poem that beegan “Wen Donlin
Dropped a Fly” than riteing a poem
that began “When We Two Strolled
in Arcady’s Fair Bowers."
I am afrade the day of deep poetry
Is gone, sed Mister Higgins, not bee-
kaus It can’t be rote any moar. bee-
kaus It can. but beekaus the peepul
has so much on thare minds now that
thay want ‘hare poetry 11 te & onat
in a grate while. A if you can give
J it to them in five or six lines maybe
thay will read it. Sunithlng like this,
for instant:
One rainy day
A German Jay
Went out into his barn
Said Farmer Brown.
Who cut him down,
"I do not give a darn.’’
It is too bad that a brite man like
you dosent rite butlful things all tho
time, sed Ma
He wud. sed Mister Higgins, if
thare was enuff brite women like you
In the wurld to appreshtate them.
Up-to-Date Jokes
An altercation arose between a
farmer and a so-called expert in agri
culture.
"Sir,” said the expert, "do you real
ize that I have been at two univer
sities, one in this country and one in
Germa ny?”
"What of that?" demanded the
farmer, with a faint smile. "I had a
calf nursed by two cows, and th<
more he was nursed the greater calf
he grew'.”
• • •
Son—I say. pa’
Father—well?
Son—Is a vessel a boat?
Father—Y es.
Son (after some thought)—I say.
pa!
Father ("impatiently)--What is It 7
Son —What kind of a boat is a blood
vessel?
Father (absently)—It’s a lifeboat.
Now' run away to bed.
• • •
Dr. Ahernethy once visited a crusty
old laird who was laid up with gout.
He wanted to get out with his gun.
and was In a temper, and while the
doctor was looking at his foot swore
roundly at him for tinkering at his
toes, and asked him:
"Why don’t you strike at the root
and get me better?”
Suddenly the doctor got up, took his
walking stick and smashed to pieces
a decanter of wine which was stand
ing on the table. The. astonished
laird sprang to his feet and demanded
an explanation.
"Oh," said the doctor, "1 am only
striking at the root!”
• • •
An old gentleman, always very po
lite to ladles, was asserting one day
that he had never seen a really ugly
woman. A lady w ith a flat nose, over
hearing him, said:
"Sir. look at me and confess that
I'm truly ugly.”
"Madam,” he replied, "like the rest
of your sex. you are an angel fallen
from the skies, but it waa your mis
fortune, rather than your fault, that
you happened to alight on your nose.”
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
YOU MUST NOT TRY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Am 19, and have secretly fall
en in love with a man of 26 I
met him five months ago at the
office where I am enployed, and
since then can not forget him.
The only chance I get to see him
is when I have business transac
tions writh the firm that employs
him. Although he has never told
me that he loves me, yet his ac
tions and the information 1 get
from business people that know
both him and me is proof that
ne cares a little for me.
How can T let him know that 1
love him? And how can I get him
affections?
CONSTANT READER
If you let him know you have given
him your love unsought, you may
have a humiliating experience. Don’t
do it! He is the one to make the
advances, and unless he makes them,
you must overcome your love. That
is not impossible.
ASK HIM TO CALL.
Dear Miss Fairfax
I am a stenographer of twenty,
and in a great predicament. The
folk term me a prude because 1
could never even like any gentle
man friend I ever went out with:
but now the trouble is I feel that I
have met a friend toward whom I
feel differently. This gentleman is
six years older than myself, and
does not keep company with any
one. I have known him for over a
year, and in that time have asked
him to several outings with the
crowd, but the three times he re
fused politely, saying he had an
other engagement. What I do not
understand is that he always seems
glad to see me; will wait over half
an hour to walk home with me in
the evening after work, and will
come over to the office as many ns
three times a day for the slightest
of excuses. G. F.
Perhaps he declined your invitations
twice because there was always a
crowd included Ask him to call. If he
declines, try to overcome your regard
for him. You will have given him every
opportunity then, and his refusal will
Indicate that he doesn’t care to push
the acquaintance.
NEITHER.
Dear Miss Fairfax
I am eighteen and am In love with
a man of the same age This man
is making only $10 a week with no
chance of advancement, and wishes
me to marry him.
There is also another man who is
almost twice my age, and is con
sidered wealthy. 'Phis man has also
proposed to me KindKy advise me
which proposal to accept.
BESSIE
That great thing in marriage is love,
and you don’t love either man. You?
attitude of doubt proves it.
Moreover. $10 a week is not enough
for two, even if you loved, and a
princely fortune is not enough if love is
lacking Wait for the right man! You
will never regret it.
A SENSIBLE GIRL.
Dear Miss Fairfax
I have been keeping company with
a young man for two months. I am
eighteen and he is five years my
senior. He gives me good times and
seems to care for me a lot. but l
tried very hard to learn to like him,
but I can’t, and I don’t think it
would be proper for me to keep com
pany with him any longer. .
What could I tell him so he’ll for
get me? EDNA.
Your determination not to encourage
the attentions of a man you can not
learn to love does you great credit.
Refuse his invitations, and fail to b«
at home when he calls. Such treat
ment. if persisted in. will show him you
do not like him.
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