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§ Both Sexes Suffer: It I al^es the Men as Long to Gel Over the Big Dinner as It Took the Women to Prepare It ® 4
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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
AT BAY a Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
.ji Little Bobbie’s Pa yt
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Adapted from the B>g Broadway Succe««
By Owen Davie.
[Novellztd by'
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
First
.r Owen Dtvli' pla non wini pr#
»«®Ten at the Playhouse, ,\'< w York, by
tvTbtnm a Brady Copyright, 191S, by
International News Service i
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
I am trying my be«t trying harder
nan you fcnrrw I will find something
o <1n Kitty. I'Ve left everything for
you I thought wed begin over- some-
how That vou 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 j-»n
were ONCE! Think of tn> awful blow
rn\ blow to the father who gave me
life a bov a fool Idea at avenging some
thing that's done and over' Kitty, we
ouldn't aak him for monij I D
BATHER STARVE'
' You've got a swell chance
Kitty derided that she was making a
sad bungle on the job. The hardness
he crisp dryness went out of her voire
She crossed over to where the box was
-•ink in despair and put her hand gent
ly on his shoulder
“Ken. dear. I’m sorrv things are, so
had blit you've got to get money.
Your mother hasn't answered your laert
letter?"
No' f ran'! understand it!" ex
claimed Ken. bitterly.
' I ran She's a woman' Your father
would come across sho won't—not for
me not for the girl thai Is taking her
son from her. Say, Ken.' with an ab
rupt change of manner, “where do you
think all the mother In-law Jokes rome
from" Your mother hasn't answered
your laat letter' You see' Now, what
are you going to DO?"
She perched on the arm of bis chair,
and put her little hand on his shoulder.
Then quickly her hands strayed over
his collar up to hi* face In a mo
ment her cool fingers wore fluttering
like little snow flakes across his throb
bing temple* Hut the hoy was In no
mood for loving ministrations. Cool
Angers on his brow could not stop the
tarring throbbing of his brain
“I don't know what I a going lo do
1 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 leu dollars a
week. 1 tried to-day to get a place In a
life insurance offioe. and I was beaten
out by a boy Just out of high school.
Beaten fairly, too He's done something
with hie 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!
VN'HAT A JOKE! WHAT A ROTTEN
JOKE Tllk: WHOLE WORLD IK!"
cried the boy with the bitter cynicism
of youth that has eaten too soon and
!->o 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 jvalked over to w here 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 lore would be Dead Sea
fruit- it would leave In it* wake a bit
ter thirls of the spirit His loneliness
spoke his despair his bitter awaken
mg to his own weakness colored hie
voice
“It's made a difference in you, juat
the few days since my money has been
ail gone If you were to leave me now.
rd give up. I WOULDN'T WANT TO
LIVE' I COULDN’T! WHAT 1 HAVE
DONE I DID BECAUSE 1 THOUGHT
0\ r R IAYVE was bio enough to
EXCUSE IT. IF IF 1 HAVE BEEN
WRONG ABOUT THAT, TOO II*
that IS ROTTEN, ys sordid. VS
EVERYTHING ELSE AROUND US I D
- I'D JUST QUIT!"
But the spirit of his words fall on
deaf ears as later events would prove.
Kitty answered with petulance
•Haven't we lived respectable No
body can say anything different unless
ihev lie' What's 'aordld' about us un-
leas it's my clothes ’ Oh. Ken, 1 ve got
4.. have ten dollars to-day I've K° l l°-
\ The boy was utterly thrown back on
his own overstrained nature again He
was left to starve for sympathy tor un
derstanding left as a "better" woman
- his mother, Mrs. Charles Nelson.
eI
iwo years before. There is a clause in
i*w that says that whoever starts a
train of dangerous circumstances in
mot inn is responsible for the results
thereof Ken did not know this clause
nr had not yet begun to lay the cause
of the family tragedy at the door of lus
nother s fatal—even criminal indiffer
ence But the hour was coming when
out of his bitter knowledge of Kitty
Glaire he would pronounce his judgment
jn ins mother.
• | ..ini gel the ten he said in the
,,ne o1 u man beaten
“Die k got a couple of scats for a
• *
.-.we dress from the cleaner's Me'
Wearing "leaned dresses' Talk about
.< rdwi and rot ten! You an t beat i 1 a
!n answer to the whint* In her voice.
Ken answered as many a stronger man
h*-for* him defeated h' woman s weak-
K i
Aim** Graham, the beautiful daugi
ter of r 8. District Attorney Gordon
GrahVrn. is beloved by Captain Law
rence Holbrook, a soldier of fortum free
lance and all-round good fellow. Aline
love* him. hut. 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 .ludson
Flagg, a lawyer and notorious black
mailer of aocieM Holbrook begs Aline
to toll him her secret. She refuses and
makes him leave her The message,
from Flagg lias marie her- frantic. Hiirl|
she finally decide* to go 1o his house j
In 1 he meantime the reader is given a j
glimpse into Flagg's den. The lawyer
is closeted with his nephew. Tommy,
the only human being for whom he ap
jv»ars to boar am affection Congress
man Rowland's butler, Jones, " alls and
sells Flagg a letter compromising Mrs.
Rowland As the butler starts to leave,
Flagg presses a button and takes a so
rret flashlight of the man We rushes
from the house in terror Aline slips
a wav from her home unobserved and
reaches Flagg « home She finds the
front doer ripen ami goes to his study.
Flagg prodm **s a letter written by Aline
to Wool worth, the man she supposed
she had married two years before He
read* it to her. enjoying her mental tor
ture an she hears the telltale lines. In
the first part of the letter Aline had beg
ged Wool worth not to desert her. "Do
you remember that"" asks Flagg with
a sneer
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
spider to
weave about
awiii’c of Hie abyf*.* of horror yawn
ing before her feet.
readies are careless about paying,"
said he.
' Every penny I get will come to
you until you are paid—believe me!
He shook bis bead and finally
tossed the brooch carelessly back on
The Fiend.
"I'm u business man—but the man
i in me is more important than the
business."
Why. lie was human and humane,
after all. thought the elated girl. Hi*
| had tortured her with the possibility
j of horror, but at the last he would
not go through with it. He had a
! iie.irt it was vulnerable to a wom
an's suffering She answered in
j breathless, unbelievable delight:
"You mean- 1 may have itc!"
To Be Continued To-morrow.
'Novtltrsd by)
(From the play by George Scar
borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York.
Serial tights held end copyrighted by
International News Service i
“W
1 e Be Continued Tn
7 AIT!” said he—"there is— !
better or worse—to come!"
Then be 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
u ‘You a*id there wa* romance in
being your wife in secret—I can’t be
lieve it was all a masquerade—I won’t
belie e it—surely, surely we ape 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 lie 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 a n d wormwood
to Al'ne distorted his features.
"Well—is it a forgery—or genu
ine ?"
“Let nie see it myself, please.
He hesitated—then handed her the
letter
"T-ie 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 w ho had lured her into
a clandestine marriage and then had
written htf ooldlj thst li w ms no met
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
laieer called him to Japan to act a*
war correspondent and that she must
forget tt—as he would!
“Forget it!” What woman evet
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 she
had made It possible for this human
spider to wea\ e about her.
Flagg crossed to her side lie
fairly gloated at the sight <>f this
, harming 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 lias some such lit
tle shadow‘across tHeir life—w e d ole
of stagnation without some experl
ern e! ”
With an effort Aline regained con
trol of herself Her weakness wouid
only put her deeper In the tolls t
would only make this creature the
more relent!< ssly sure of his power
over her.
"How much do you want for that
letter?" she asked.
“One thousand dollars."
"1 haven't that much money 1
can't get it."
Your friends ' asked Flagg
• l can't appeal to my friends for
money." said the girl proudly.
"Papa
• You know w ho m> father is—wh.n
position he occupies in our Govern
ment anil this is blackmail.' said ill**
girl w i - li spirit.
“Why not have me arrested"
sneeied Flagg from h ~ safe posit u
behind the powerlessticss < f this girl
to confess to any dealings with su.-h
a man as he.
“I would—if I were a man" de
clared the girl, impotently.
Clast* snvled. "Mv best clients arc
qrn! iemen."
“If on 11 ni\ tat Her knew this ne'd
k. ! \ on " 'aid •' girl hotly
r . , r< <!• ift kiI any more
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
Y UNG HIGGINS is cummtng Ip to
the honsh tonite. sed Pa He is
a good frend of mine & T know
you will like him. beekaus he is
clevver. He !s a poet on a big news
paper out West.
Oh, T nev*v«r met a poet, sed Ma. I
shud luv to meet him. But what a
funny nnltn for a port, HlgKiria. I al
ways like to think of ports with
naJms likr I,ord Birnn or P.rcy
Shelley.
Higgins is just like his naim, sed
pa You ain't going to meet any
drefctmy. long-haired guy with dan
druff on Jlis cote collar. Higgins is
one of the best fellers that twir
lived, but he is jest plain Higgins.
Wait till you see him
Wen Mister Higgins cairn in wt* cud
see that he didn't act like one of
them old poets. He was dressed niee.
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 flter onst.
Every move he made was quick.
AftfY we had dinner Ma heegan to
vsk Mister Higgins ware he got his
insplrashun for all the lovely poems I
he rote Do you go out in the feelds j
A along the streams. & set down |
under a tr«/e Sc rite yure poems.'
Mister Higgins laffed. 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 portna rite in
the newspaper 0 ff'» oi any old plais
ware i can get to a tipewriter Thare !
Isen't vary much Inspirashun around i
a newspaper offia. sed MisteT Hlg- l
R’lns. & if you think J_t is a quiet plais
to work you shud visit one. Between j
the offls boys arguing baseball A the j
editors hollering Boy!" thare ain’t j
any dfcthly calm, he toald Ma.
Do you ever rite for the inaga- i
zeens” said Ma
I used to wen 1 was beeginning.
sed Mister Higgins That was wen
1 rote blank veaae. I thot in them
days that I was going to be another
! Shakespeer, he sod. The moar blank
verse I rote the blanker It got Sc the
i moar i got from the magazeens, but
wen 1 added It up at the end of the
yeer l found that I wasent any
1 Rockefeller at gltting the sugar.
Getting the what? sed Ma.
The m,ar. *«d Mist.r
douRh. The thins that t> U r,
for the behy. |he eed. t)l
started mein* liter v.rse 4 f# '
out that I cud maik lot. tnoa,
a poem that berjan "Wen r>on_
Dropped a Fly" than rltelns a po
that began -When We T„ g tr0 ?
In Arcady s Fair Bowera
I am afrade the day of d** p
is gone, sed Mister Biggin,, not be,
kaus it can't be rote any moer, be!
kaus it can. but beekaus the , eep !
has so much on tha-e mind, now thl
thay want thare poetry Ht« &
in a» grate while. 4 if you can g: ,i
it to them In five ot six it Be * m , vh l
thaj will read it. Stjmthtng I:k. ti?\
for instans ‘M
One rainy dg>
A German ja\
- .."’* nt nu l lnto *»• bars
Said k armer Brown.
tVbo cut himdown
"I do notigive , d,,..
It is too bad that abrite man lik.
you dosent rite but1fi4 things all t -
time, sed Ma. *
HA wud, sed MfstU ,
thare was enuft brite ekmen like v ‘!
In the wurld to appreciate "h!m
Up-lo-Date Jokes
they're like husbands they com
promise." said our gentle cynic.
The girl pulled a little roll of bilks j
from the bosom of her gown ati»l |
dashed them down on his desk—sh<* !
would not have risked handing them ,
to .ludson Flagg lest her fingers)
touch his Later this hi? of (Inc fe< l- 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 eternally long second. She
wondered If this could be some night
mare creature horn 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 rend of ,i
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 pouneo
or leap or swing silently down its
tortuous web upon its horrified vic
tim.
Only a second and tnen in his
glittering, venomous glance she read
that she must act—act now at on- *-!
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 fe't
And on the fall of •iios«' Killarney
roses hung fate itself.
The man’s greedy exes were fas
tened in admiring calculation on the
girlish figure In the 90ft white gown
under that cloaking mass of velvet.
The girl held out her jewel.
“This emerald will nearly make It j
up."
“What's worth?” asked Flagg.'
slowly removing his calculating eye-
from one jewel to the other.
“1 don’t know exactly " then h*v
distaste for the creature making Iter
bold beyond the bounds of prudence
Aline added. "Enough for you any-
wax
"Less than $.V»0. I'd sax." was
Flagg’s final verdi
"Put it’s everything 1 have, and 1
promise to i*a\ you iiy> the balam e.
pleaded the girl -forgetting that it
was not to a man she was talking,
but to a creature of venom and spill*
-the enenix cf decent > and soclei>
Flagg ros* the time was ripe for
action the moment had come fo>
Flagg to discover to her the full
measure of his vileness and for only
1 one more -cife second Aline was not
: — e ^*j
IHE BLACKMAILER'S TO LIT
An altercation arose between a
i farmer and a so-called expert in agri-
' culture.
"Sir," said the expert, "do you real-
j i/.e that I lmve been at two univer-
j sities, one in this country and one in
Germany?”
"What of that?” demanded the
farmer, with a faint smile. "I had u
calf nursed by two cows, and the
more he was nursed the greater calf
he grew.”
• * *
Son I say, 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 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
roundlv at him for tinkering at his
toes, and asked him:
"Why don’t you strike at the rool
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. "I am only
striking at the roof!"
• * *
An old gentleman, always very po-
I lite to ladies, was asserting one day
■ that he had never seen a really ugly
' woman. A lady with a Hat nose, over-
1 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 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 w’here l am enployed, and
since then can not forget him.
The only chance 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 cares a little for me.
How can I let him know* that I
love him? And how can 1 get him
affections?
CON^TA XT READER.
If you let bifn 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 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 1
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, aiul in that time have asked
him to several outings w*ith 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 w r alk home with me in
the evening after w r ork, and will
come over to the office as many as
I to push
three times a day for thk slightes 1
of excuses. I g. F.
Perhaps lie declined youninvitation!
twice because there was lalways *
crowd included. Ask him toVall. If
declines, try to overcome >V,jr regard
for him. You will have giverfcim every
oppo^inlty then, and his rVjsal will
Indicate that he doesn’t carl 1
the acquaintance.
NEITHER. ,
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am eighteen and am in lot with
a man of the same age. Thl man
is making only $10 a week x4h nn
chance of advancement, and Wishes
me to marry him.
There is also another man vL.t j.«
almost twice my age. and
sidereal wealthy. This man hasaiso
proposed to me. Kindly advisAr.e
which proposal to accept.
BESSll
That great thing in marriage isVv^
and you don’t love either man. |ouf
attitude of doubt proves it.
Moreover. *10 a week is trot emle*
for two. even if you loved, anl *
princely fortune is not enough if lovlij
lacking. Wait for the right man' L
will never regret it.
A SENSIBLE GIRL.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have been keeping oompanx whhl
a young man for two months. I am]
eighteen and he is. five years mv
senior. He gives me good times and
seems to care for me a lot, but I
tried very hard to learn to like him
hut I can’t, and I don’t think “
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 .'termination not u- encourage|
the attentions of a man you can no
learn to love does you great credit.
Refuse his Invitations, and fall to
at home when he calls. Such trea «
ment. if persisted in, will show him you
do not like him.
! We have moved to our new store.
97 Peachtree Street.
ATLANTA FLORAL CO.
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