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-MB § 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 HE THE FAMILY CUPBOARD AT BAY a Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers .ji Little Bobbie’s Pa yt ^3 V. 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. Every Woman U intrreU»d ami shoukl know about the wonderfui Marvel Douche A ik vonrdrugf for It If He r aanof aop- the MARVEL. 44 i..iitf M. M.t For Ihe 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. 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