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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
Adapted the Big Broadway Success
By Owen Davis.
rNovePied byl
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
First
Owen Pavia’ play now being pre-
itpd at the Playhouse, New York, by
\ Warn A. Brady.—Copyright, 1913, by
nternational News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
I am trying my best—trying hander
:han you know. I will find something
, do. Kitty, I’ve left everything for
■ou. I thought we’d begin over—some-
,w That you would get a fresh start,
wonder—\f—l—have made—a blunder
after all."
Kitty was shameless—and business
like.
Have you asked your father for
money?”
\ No! Kitty, we couldn't do that!
mnk of the sixteen-year-old girl you
n oih ONCE! Think of my awful blow—
blow to the father who gave me
a boy s fool Idea at avenging some
thing that's done and over! Kitty, we
ti id n’t .ask him for money. T*P
ATHER STARVE!”
You've got a swell chance.”
decided that she was making a
id hungle on the job. The hardness—
ie crisp dryness went out of her voice.
S: p crossed over to where the boy was
sv.rin despair and put her hand gent-
on his shoulder.
"Ken. dear. I’m sorry things are so
bed 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.
"T can. She’s a woman! Your father
would come across—she won’t—not for
me—not for the girl that is taking her
son from her. Say, Ken,” with an ab
rupt change of manner, “where do you
think ail the mother-in-law jokes come
from? Your mother hasn’t answered
your last letter! You eee! Now, what
are you going to DO?”
She perched on the arm of hts chair
and put her little hand on his shoulder.
Then quickly her hands strayed over
his collar—up to his face. In a mo
ment her cool Angers were fluttering
ke little snow flakes across his throb
bing temples. But the boy was in no
mood for loving ministrations. Cool
Angers on his brow could not stop the
arring throbbing of his brain.
"I don’t know what I am going to do.
I 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 WHOLE WORLD IS!”
cried the boy with the bitter cy™ 0 * 8111
of youth that has eaten too soon and
too fully of 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 I do?” asked the girl,
still more wearily.
Kenneth walked over to where she
stood 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 her love would be Dead Sea
fruit—It would leave In Its wake a bit
ter thirts of the spirit. His loneliness
spoke-r-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
a 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 T DID BECAUSE I THOUGHT
OUR 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!”
Rut the spirit of his words fell on
deaf ears—as later events would prove
Kitty answered with petulance
Haven’t we lived respectable'.’ No
body ran say anything different unless
hey lie! What’s ‘sordid’ about us un-
*■88 It's my clothes? Oh, Ken, I’ve got
’ > have ten dollars to-day—I’ v « * ot *°‘
The boy was utterly thrown back on
his own overstrained nature again e
was left to starve for sympathy- fur un
derstanding-left as a “better” woman
his mother, Mrs. Charles Nelson.
'i°ader of society”—had left his fa*her
years before. There Is a clause n
that says that whoever starts a
'rain or dangerous circumstances .n
! 'io4i©n is responsible for the results
Hereof. Ken did not know this clause
p had not yet begun to lay the cause
°f the family tragedy at the door 0
mother’s fatal—even criminal -indiffer
ence But the hour was coming when
out of his bitter knowledge of K‘ lt y
Glair© he would pronounce his Judgment
°n his mother.
‘‘I can’t get the ten.” he said in the
one of a man beaten.
Dick got a couple of seats for a
vaudeville to-night. I’ve got to get my
blue dress from the cleaner *• ^ e *
'Vearing cleaned dresses! Talk about
sordid and rotten! You can t beat that
In answer t.o the whine In her voice.
<en answered, as many a stronger man
"“Tore him defeated by woman's wca
nea* 1 has answered
"HI try. Kitty ”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Aline Graham, the beautiful daugh
ter of U. R. District Attorney Gordon
Graham, is beloved by Captain Uw-
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
ceives a telephone incssage from Hudson
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
giimnse into Flaggs den. The lawyer
Is closeted with his nephew. Tommy,
the only human being for whom he ap
pears to bear any affection Congress
man Rowland's butler, Jones, calls and
sells Flagg a letter compromising Mrs
Rowland. As the butler starts to leave.
Flagg presses a button and takes a so
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 bis 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
Hill
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 j awn
ing before her feet.
Ladies are careless about paying."
said ho.
"Every penny I get will come to
you until you arc paid—believe me!"
He shook his head and finally
tossed the brooch carelessly hack 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 horror, 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.
fNovellzed by>
(From the play by George Scar
borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
^TT TAIT!” said he—"there is—
yy better or worse—to come!’’
Then he went on, with all
the keen delight with which a savage
watches the quivering nerves of the
captive he has tied to the stake.
“ ‘You s*id there was romance >n
being your wife in secret—I can't be
lieve it was all a masquerade—1 won’t
believe it—surely, surely we are mar
ried—that ceremony couldn't have
been false! Oh, Tom, I must see you
before you go—I must ' ”
Aline trembled and supported her
self by the edge of the desk. She
was struggling wildly to hold her self-
control—to be calm—not to yield to
the flames that were licking up about
her heart. Flagg watched her with
relish—decidedly he felt things were
coming his way.
“And then you write of three heav
enly days with the murmur of fhe
sea coming in through the open win
dow ” A smile whose insinuating
camaraderie was gall and wormwood
to Aline 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—its 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
a clandestine marriage—and then had
written her coldly* that it was no mar
riage-lust 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?
Mine's barriers of self-control went
down completely, and she sank in her
(hair 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.
Flagg crossed to her side. He
fairlv gloated 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—wed die
of stagnation without some expert-
"with an effort Aline regained con
trol Of herself. Her weakness wou.d
nu , her deeper in the toils—it
would P onlv 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. I
‘“"rour'friends'’” aaked Flagg
•I can't appeal to my friends for
money,” said the girl proudly.
”Yo5*know who my father Is-what
ion he occupies in our Govern -
mCu-and this Is Blackmail,” said the
Sl "Vn'v h "not'' have me arrested"”
tn . pr( ,,i Flagg from his safe position
heh^d the powerlessness of this girl
?„ confess to any dealings with such
" Twould"-if I were a man." de- |
r1 , rP ri the girl, impotently.
nagg smiled. "My best clients ar» j
C ” n ,fTnh r mv father knew this h.V, |
. v nlI •• paid The girl hotly.
r ‘ .•fathers don't kill any 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 i
dashed them down on his desk—she j
would not have risked handing them |
to Judson Flagg lest her fingers
touch his. Later this bit of fine feel
ing w*as to seem Ironical indeed!
"I said ;i 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 he 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 he
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 pounce
or leap or swing silently down Its
tortuous web upon Its horrified vic
tim.
Only a second -and then In his
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 f*n. j
And on the fall of those Killarney J
roses hung fate itself.
The man’s greedy eyes were fas- .
tened in admiring calculation on the
girlish figure in the soft white gown
under that cloaking mass of velvet.
The girl held out her jewel.
“This emerald will nearly make it
up." , , _
"What’s it worth”" asked Flagg,
slowly removing his ealchlating eyes
from one jewel to the other.
"I don’t know* exactly " then her
distaste for the creature making her
bold bevond th^ bounds of prudence,
Aline added. "Enough for you, any
way." . „
"Less than $500. Id 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 spite
—the enemy of decency and soclet>
Flagg rose—the time was ripe fot
action—the moment had come for
Flagg to discover to her the full
measure of his vileness -and for only
one more safe second Aline was not
THE BLACKMAILER’S TORTURE.
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MAUIL 3R0S.. SI. lonis. Mo
Ji J- Little Bobbie's Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
Y UNO HIGGINS la cummin* up to ,
the houe* tonlte, eed Pa. Ha la ,
a good frand of mine Sr T know
you will Ilka him. baakfcua ha la
olorrtr Ha la a poof on a big r»ow«
pa par out West.
Oh. I nowar met a poot. wad Mi T
ahud 1 uv to moat him. But what a
fanny nalm for a poet. Hlgglna. I al-
wara Uka to think of poets with
nalma iiko Lord ByTon -or Parcy
8 h oil ay.
Htffgrinn ta jnet Ilka hla naim, sad
Pa You ain’t going to ma«t any
draefmy, long-haired guy with dan
druff on hla cote collar Higglna is
on« of the beat fellers that ewer
fixed, but ha la Jett plain Hlgglna
Walt till you him.
Wen Mister Hlgglna calm tn w*‘ cud
■ao that ha didn’t act Ilka ana of
them old poeta. Ha waa draaood nico.
but ha didn’t have any -rrflvet collar
hH» hair waa trtmmod abort. Ha was
fat A had a big nook, and ho looked
aa If be mite have boon a flter onst
Every roova ha made was quick
A.fU*r wa had dinner Ma baogan to
\«k Mister Hi grins ware ha got his
tnsplrashun for all the lovely poems
he rote Do you go out In the feelda
A along the at reams, A- set down
• nder a troe St rite yure poems''
Mister Higgins laffed No. he sed. I
do not rite my poems under a tree
I mite catch cold A then the world
wud loee me. I rite my po»*ms rite In
the newspaper nffis or any old plais
ware I can get to a tlpewriter Thare
isen’t vary much InspHashun around
a newspaper offts, sed Mister Hig
gins. A if you think it is a quiet plain
to work you shud visit one. Between
the ofns boys arguing baseball * the
editors hollering "Boy!" thare ain’t
any dtdhly calm, he toald Ma.
Do you ever rite for. the maga
seens” said Ma
I used to wen I was beeglnnirig.
■od Mister Hlgglna That was wen
I rote blank vega* I thot In them
days that I was going to be another
Sh&kaapeer. he sad The moar blank
versa I rote the blanke.r It got A the
moar I got from the magaaesns, but
wen 1 added it up at the end of the
yoer T found that I wasent any
Rockefeller at gltting the sugsr
Getting the what? sed Ma.
The sugar, sed Mister Hlggina. the
dough. The thing that buys hrogane
for the baby, he sed. Re than t
started ri-Celng liter versa A found
out that I oud malk lota moar riteing
a poem that bs*gan "Wen Donlla
Dropped a Fly*’ than rltaing a poem
that b*»gan ’"When We Two Strolled
In Arcady’s Fair Rowers."
I am afrade the day of deop poetry
is gone, sed Mister Higgins, not bee-
kaus It can’t be rote any nooar. hee-
kaus it can. but beekaue the peepul
has so much on thare minds now that
tha) want thare poetry fits * onst
In a grate while A If you can give
it to them In five or six lines mayt>e
thaj will read it Sumtblng like this,
for lnstjuie
One rainy day
A German Jay
Went out into hla barn,
fiald Farmer Brown,
Who cut him down
"I do not give a darn "
It is too bad that a brlte man like
you dosent rite butlful things all the
time, sed Ma
He wud. sed Mister Higgins, if
lharo was snuff brite women like vou
In the wurid to appreshiafe 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 tha.t I have been at two univer
sities, one in this country and one in
Germany?”
"What of that?” demanded tho
farmer, w'th a faint smile. "I had a
calf nursed by two cows, and the
more he waa nursed the greater calf
he grew."
• • •
Son—I gay. pa!
Father well.
Son—Is a vessel a boat?
Father -Yes.
Son (after some thought) I say-
pa'
Father (Impatiently) What is it?
Son -What kind of a boat is a blood
vessel ?
Father (absently)—It's a lifeboat.
Now run away to bed
• • •
Dr Abernethy once \ isited 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 waa looking at his foot swore
roundly at him for tinkering at his
toes, and asked him:
"Why don’t you strike at the roo!
and get me better?"
Suddenly* the doctor got up, took his
walking stick and gmashed to pieces
a decanter of wine which was stand
ing on the table. The astonledied
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 ladies, was asserting one day
that he had never seen a really ugly
woman. A lady with a fiat nose, over
hearing him, said:
"Sir. look at me and confess that
I’m truly ugly ’
"Mariam,” he replied, "like the rest
of your sex. you are an angel fallen
from the skies, but it wan 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 c hance I get to see him
is when I have business transac
tions with the firm that employs
him Although he has never told
me that he loves me, yet his ac
tions and the information I get
from business people that know
both him and me is proof that
he (*ares a little for me.
How' can I 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:
J am a stenographer of twenty,
and In a great predicament The
folk term me a prude because I
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
(me. 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 haif
an hour to walk home wdth me in
the evening after work, and will
come over to the office as many as
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 car# to push
the acquaintance
NEITHER.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am eighteen and am in love with
a man of the same Hge 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 wealth' This man has also
proposed to me. Kindly advise me
which proposal to accept
, BESSIE
That great thing in marriage is love,
and you don’t love either man. Your
attitude of doubt proves it.
Moreover. $10 a week Is not enough
for two. even if you loved, and a
prlpcely fortune Is not enough if love la
lacking Walt 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. [ am
eighteen and he ia five years my
senior. He gives me good times and
seems to car** for me a lot, but I
trlpd very hard to learn to like him.
but T can’t, and I don't think it
would he 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 r»ot to encourage
the attentions of a man you can not
learn to love does you great credit.
Refuse his Invitations, and fail to be
at homf when he calls. Such treat
ment, if persisted in. will show him you
do not like him.
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