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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. We have moved to our new store, 97 Peachtree Street. 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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. It’s Going to Un- ‘V Ir lock the treasure House of Facts About Our Magic Southern California See This Key? The Tenth Anni versary Number of the Ix>s Angeles “Examiner” will be out Wednesday, December 24th. It will be a re markable edition. It will tell you every thing worth knowing about the busiest and most beautiful place on the continent. It will show all the won ders of a Wonderland. 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