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aORGIM'S
THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
Adapted from the Big Broadway Success
&y Owen Davis.
[N«vellxed byl
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• n Owen navis’ pley now heitiK pre-
,. nted at the Playhouse, New York, by
»!am A. Brady.—Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
l a.m trying my best—trying harder
nan you Know. I 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.”
K tty was shameless -and business
like.
Have you asked your father for
money?”
•No! No! Kitty, we couldn’t do that!
Think of the six*een-year-old girl you
were ONCE! Think of my awful blow—
my blow to the father who gave me
!fe a hoy's fool idea at avenging some-
nlng that's done—and over! Kitty, we
couldn’t ask him for money I'D
RATHER STARVE!"
You've got a swell ehance ”
Kitty decided that she was making a
sad bungle on the job. The hardness—
he 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’m sorry things are so
bad but you’ve got to get money.
Your mother hasn’t answered your last
letter?”
"N'o! I can’t understand It!” ex
claimed Ken. bitterly.
"I can. She's a woman! Tour father
would come across -she won’t- not for
me—not for the girl that Is taking her j
pon from her. Say, Ken,” with an ab
rupt change of manner, “where do you
?hink all the mother-in-law jokes come
r'-om? Your mother hasn’t answered
nur last letter! Tou see! Now. what
re you going to DO?”
She perched on the arm of his chair,
and put her little hand on his shoulder.
Then quickly her hands strayed over
- collar up to his face. In a mo
ment her cool fingers were fluttering
ke little snow flakes across his throb-
.ng temples. But the boy was in no
mood for loving ministrations. Cool
fingers 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 1 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
fe Insurance office and I was beaten
out by a boy just out of high school.
Reaten 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! WHA,T A ROTTEN
10KE THE WHOLE WORLD IB!”
cried the boy with the bitter cy n i c i 8iri
°f youth that has eaten too soon and
too fully of the rotten fruit of the tree
<-f 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
snare of weariness he added:
”Tve 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
sfood leaning nonchalantly against the
6un-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
• 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
all gone. If you were to leave me now.
I’d give up. I WOULDN’T WANT TO
LIVE! I COULDN’T! WHAT I HAVE
DONE I 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 JUBT QUIT!”
Rut the spirit of his words fell on
d p af ears—as later events would prove.
Kitty answered with petulance
Haven’t we lived respectable? * °'
ho»1 ran say anything different unless
they lie! What’s ‘•ordld’ 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. 1 e
w ao left to starve for sympathy—for un
derstanding-left as a “tetter" woman
his mother, Mrs. Charles Nelson,
"leader of society”—had left his UCoer
*vo years before. There Is a clause in
*W that Bays that whoever starts a
'tain of dangerous circumstances n
motion is responsible for the results
Hereof. Ken did not know this clause
>- had not yet begun to lay tlie cs us “
d the family tragedy at the door of Ins
another'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
on his mother.
I can’t get the ten.” he said in the
: " np of a man beaten
Dick got a couple of seats for a
vaudeville to-night. I’ve got to get my
hi 'i* dress from the cleaner’s. Me.
“.aring cleaned dresses! Talk a hout
sordid and rotten! You can,’t beat that
if answer to the whine In her voire
answered, as many a stronger man
np fore him defeated by woman’s wcak-
? ‘ c has answered
1 1 try. Kitty.”
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
* by Reading This
First
Aline (iraham. the beautiful daugh
ter of U. S. District Attorney Gordon
Graham, is beloved by I’aptain 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
ceives a telephone message from 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 Flagg’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, calls ana
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 Fi&gg'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
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he—“there is—
orse—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 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
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 the
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. . .
• He careful with it—it's very val
uable.”
The girl stumbled across the room
arul cowered down Into a. chair. She
feared to look at that ptnk 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
n 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 tt—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
chair weeping and sobbing In the
bitterness of the knowledge that she
was fast enmeshed in the web shs
had made It possible for this human
spider to weave about her.
Flagg crossed to her side. He
fatrlv gloated at the sight of this
charming bit of feminine loveliness n
tears—breaking down, and ready to
come to terms with him.
A Thousand Dollars.
“Don't erv—U'b 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-
t'e shadow across their life wed die
of Stagnation without some experi-
ll '\V It an effort Aline regained con
trol Of herself. Her weakness would
onlv put her doper in the toils—It
would onh 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
Vour friends?” aaked Flagg.
•‘I can’t appeal t*o my friends for
money,” said the girl proudly.
••You a know who my father is-what
>.i_n he occupies in our Govern-
Tern and this is blackmail. " said the
Ki "^\ hS not'' have me arrested?”
a Flagg from hts safe position
hshtnd the powerlessness of this cir!
fo confess io any dealings with such
" T would' -if I were a man " de
-iared the girt, tmpotently.
Flagg smiled "My best clients arc
f’'.mb' m' father knew this he'd
, . ■ said -be girl hotly.
"XaUlAls CMsii a kill 4.U) tUUte
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
her.
aware of the abyss of horror yawn
ing before her feel.
"Indies are careless about paying,”
said he.
“Every penny I get will come to
you until you are paid—believe me!”
He shook his head and finally
tossed the brooch carelessly back on
| the desk. v
The Fiend.
“I’m a business maji—but the man
in me is more Important than the
business.”
Why. he was human and humane,
after all, thought the elated girl. Ho
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.
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 j
touch his. Later this bit of fine feel- j
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 etefnally 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 pounce
or leap or swing silently down Its
tortuous web upon its horrified vic
tim.
Only a second—and then In hiR
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 the
girlish figure in the soft white gown
under that cloaking mass of velvet.
The girl hold out her jewel.
“This emerald will nearly make it
UP “What’s it worth?" asked Flagg,
slowly removing his calculating eves
from one jew’el to the other.
“I don’t know exactly——” then per
distaste for the creature making ier
bold beyond tho bounds of prudence.
Aline added, “Enough for you, any
way.”
“Less than $500. I’d say, was
Flagg’s final verdict.
“But it’s everything I have, and I
promise to pav 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 spl,«*
—the enemy of decency and society.
Flagg rose—the time was ripe for
action—the moment had come for
Flagg to discover to her the full
measure of his vileness and for onl\
one more safe second Aline was not
THE BLACKMAILER'S TORTURE.
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M4ULI BROS.. SI. I onis. Mo
Jit jt Little Bobbie’s Pa jt .jt
By WILLIAM F. KIKK.
Y TTNO HIGGINS la oummlhi up to
tha houa* tontta* «ad Pa. Ha ia
a good frond of mine A I know
you will Ilka him, baekaua ha la
clawar Ha la a poat on a big news
pa par wt Woat.
Oh. I navvor m«/t a poat, aed Mi I
ahud )uv to mitt httn. But what a
funny nattn for a port. Higgins. I al-
waya Ilka to think of poets with
n&lma lika Lord Byron or Parc 7
Hhailay.
Mtgglna ta Juat Ilka hia naim, aed
Pa Tou ain’t going to meat any
drevmy. long-haired guy with dan
druff on hia cote collar Hlggtna 1»
ana of tha baat fellara that awar
lived, bnt ha ta Jeat plain Higgins.
Walt till you aaa bins
Wan Mlstar H1gg1na oaJm in w* cud
aaa that ha didn’t aot like one of
tham old poeta Ha waa draaaad nice,
but ha didn’t hara any vrflvet collar A
hi* hair waa trlmroud abort He wan
fat At had a big neck, and ha lookad
M tf ha mita hava baan a liter onat
Every mova ha made waa quick
Aft**r wa had dinner Ma baagan to
vak Mia tar Higgins war# ha got hta
I inaplraahun for all tha lovely poema
J ha rota. Do you go out In tha faelda
A along tha atraama, A set down
under a tre** A rite yura poema”
Mlater Hlgglna laffed No, ha sad, I
' do not vita my poema under a tree
I mlta catch cold A then the world
wud lose ma I rite my poems rlta in
tha newspaper 0 fTts or any old plala
' ware I can get to a tipewrltar Thare
i loen’t vary much Intrplraahun around
a newspaper ofTls, aed MlstftT Hlg
glna. A If you think it la a quiet plala
to work you ahud vtalt one Between
the offla boys arguing baseball A the
editors hollering "Boy!” thare ain’t
any deAhly calm, he toald Ka
Do you ever rlta for tha maga
coons? eald Ma
I used to wan I was beeglnntng.
sad Mlater Hlgglna That was wen
I rote blank vega* I thot In them
days that I waa going to be another
Shakespeer, he sad The moar blank
varaa I rota the blanker it got A tha
moar I got from tha magaaeana. but
wan I added it up at tba and of the
year I found that I waaent any
Rockefeller at glttlng tha sugar.
Getting tha what? se<l Mm
The augar sad Miatar Hlgglna. the
dough. Tha thing that buys rvrogan*
for tha baby, ha aed So than I
started rvtelng liter varaa A teund
out that I cud malk lota moar rttelng
a poem that beegan "Wen Danila
Dropped a Fly** than Hieing a poem
that began “Whan W« Two Strolled
In Arcady's Fair Bowera"
I am afrsde the day of deep poetry
la gone, aed Mister Higgins, not bee-
kaua It can’t be rota ary moar. bee-
kaua It can. but oaakaua tha paapul
haa so much an thare minds naw that
thay want thare poetry 11 to A onat
in a grata while. A If yeu can give
I It to tham in five or six tinea mays*
ihay will read it. Sutnthing Uka tni%
for lnatana
One rainy day
A German Jay
Went out into hia barn
Said Fawner Brown.
Who cut him down.
"I do not *lv« , dsni "
It ta too Ore) Hint n brlta nun llkn
you doaent rite butlful thing, all the
time, sad Ma
Ha wud. aed Mister Hlgglna if
tkare waa enuflr brlte women like you
in the wurid to appreshlat- them.
An altercation arose between s
farmer and a so-called expert in agri
culture.
“Sir,” said the export, "do you real
ize that I have beten at two univer
sities, one in thia country and one in
Germs ny?“
“What of that?” demanded th"
farmer, with a faint smile. “I had a
calf nursed by two cows, and the
more he wa* nursed the greater calf
ho grew.”
• • •
Son—I say, pa!
Father —well.
Son la a vessel a boat ?
Father - Yea.
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 visited a cruatv
old laird who waa 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,” s^ld the doctor, “I am only
striking at the root!”
• • •
An old gentleman, always very po
lite to Indian, was asserting one day
that he had never seen a really ugly
woman. A lady with a flat nose, over
hearing him, Bald:
"Sir, look at me and confesa that
I’m truly ugly.”
“Madam." he replied, “like the rest
of your sex. you are an angel fallen
from the skies, but it was 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 g**t 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 cares a. little for me.
How can I let him know that T
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
adx'ajices, and unless he makes them,
you must overcome your love. That
is not Impossible.
ASK HIM TO CALL.
Dear Mis* Fairfax:
I 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 T feel that I
have met a friend toward whom I
feel differently. This gentleman Is
*1x 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 T 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 manv as
three times a day for ihe 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 cars to push
the acquaintance
NEITHER.
Dear Miss Fairfax
I am eighteen and am In love with
a man of the same age Thia man
is making only $10 a week with no
chance of advancement, and wishes
me to marry film.
There la aiso another man who I"
almost twice my age. and Is con
sidered wealthy. Thl* 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 Youi
attitude of doubt proves tt.
Moreover. $10 a week la not enough
for two, even if you loved, and a
princely fortune Is not enough if love ta
lacking. Walt for the right man! You
will never regret ft.
A SENSIBLE GIRL.
Dear Mis* Fairfax:
I have been keeping company with
a young man for two months. I am
eighteen and he ia five years my
senior. He give* me good times and
seems to oare for me a lot, but T
tried very hard to learn to like him.
but I can t, arid I don’t think It
would be proper for me to keep com
pany with him any longer
i What could I tell him so he’ll for
get me? EDNA.
Your determination not te encourage
; the attentions of a man you can not
:eam to love does you great credit.
Refuse hi* Invitations, and fail to b«
at home when he eel Is. Such treat
ment. if persisted in, will show him yo*
j do not like him
It’s Goins to Un-
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