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MJl. • • Both Sexes Suffer: It Ta\ es the Men as Long to Get Over the Big Dinner as It Tool^ the Women to Prepare It § s ♦T] 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 \a> • 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 III I f (Novetlred by> *<\X7 AIT! ” said 1 Vy better or wo play borough, now being presented at the Thirty^ninth Street Theater. New York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.j 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. We have moved to our new store, 97 Peachtree Street. ATLANTA FLORAL CO. Every Woman i« lntereotvd ao4 should know a boo* tba wondorfnl Marvel Douche A sfc rourdruCTiaf lor it. If he cannot sup ply the MARVEL, accept o« ether, but **nd stamp for book Hares) La-UL2MSL.JLL For the Toiler The cost of living is a hard nut to crack for the working man. He must have nutri tious food and plenty of it and the food must be cheap. Do you know that there is more nutrition in a 10c pack age of FAUST SPAGHETTI than there is in 4 lbs. of beef? It is rich in gluten, the food content that makes muscle, bone and flesh. SPAGHETTI will reduce your cost of living. Cut your meat bills two-thirds — buy a few packages of FAUST SPAGHETTI a week. Tastes deli cious, has an appetizing, savory flavor. You can make a whole meal of it. Send for free recipe book — shows how many ways Spaghetti can be cooked. At all grocer a’— 5c and 10c packages. 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- v Ir See This Key? The Tenth Anni versary Number of the Ixxs 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 ana most beautiful place on G PT AWC the continent. ^ 1 It will show all the won- WITHOCT FAIL f. f ders of a Wonderland. Six different section* will be devoted to description and im portant information, both for the visitor, the settler and the investor. There is no doubt about your wanting a copy, the only question is. How many of your friends shall w? put on the list? Please fill out the coupon below, inclosing 15 cents for each copy you want. Anniversary Number mailed anywhere, United States or Mexico, 15 cents a copy. All foreign points, 25 cents a copy. lock the treasure House of Facts About Our Magic Southern California L08 ANGELES -EXAMINER,” Lp* Angples, Cal. 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