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AT BAY a Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers | S* S* Little Bobbie’s Pa S* &
Adapted from th* Big Broodway Success
By Owen Davit.
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TO DAY’S TXSTAUAIENT
"1 am trying my bert trying hardar
'ban yon know I will find something
o do Kitty, I v« left everything for
you I thought wed begin over -some
how That you would g* * a fresh atari
I wonder - If I have made a blunder
after all '
Kitty rM Yhgmelt** and bail new-
"Have you asked your father for
in one v ?”
"No' No! Kitty, we eouidn't do that!
JOilnk of the sixteen year-old girl you
were ONCE' Think of my awful blow
rr.v blow to the father who gave me
!fe a boy a fool Idea at avenging some
thing that's done and over' Kitty w«>
couldn't aek him for moner I’D
R ATHER STARVE*"
' You've got a swell ehance
Kitty decided that she was making a
»ad bungle on the job. The hardness
i he rrlap dryness went out of her vn1c*»
She crossed over to where the hoy was
sunk In despair and put her hand gent
ly on his shoulder
"Ken, dear. I'm aorrv things are ao
bad—but you ve got to get money.
Your mother hasn't answered your laet
letter”*'
No' 1 rant understand 1t!" »»
claimed Ken bitterly.
I eati She s n woman' Tour father
would romp across she won't—not for
me not for the girl that la taking her,
son from her Say. Ken." with an ab
rupt change of manner, "where do you
think all the mother-in-law jokes come
from” Y'our mother hasn't answered
vour last letter' Y'ou see’ Now, what
are you going to DO?"
She perched on the** arm of hia chair,
and put her little hand on his shoulder.
Then quickly her hands strayed over
his roller up to his face. In a mo
ment her cool Angers were fluttering
like little snow flakes across his throb
bing temples But the boy was in no
mood for loving ministration* Cool
fingers on his brow could not atop the
Jarring throbbing of hts brain
"I don’t know what I going to do
I never realized before what a miserable
weakling lam! My father spent twenty
thousand dollars on my four years at
college and 1 can t earn ten dollars a
week. I triad to-day to get a place In a
life insurance office and 1 was beaten
out h.\ 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!
W HAT A JOKE' WHAT A ROTTEN
.JOKE THE WHOLE WORLD IS!"
cried the boy with the bitter <*ynieisrn
Of youth that has eaten too soon and
t >o fully of ihe rotten fruit of the tree
«>f knowledge of evil.
"It'g got the laugh on us. all -right!”
answered Kitty
Perhaps Kenneth had really expected
her to undersiand With an added
share of weariness he added
"T ve written to Toni Harding, kitty
I'll win out yet if you just stick to me **
What else can 1 do”' asked the gtrl.
still more wearih
Kenneth walked over to where she
rood leaning nonchalantly against the
sun-dappled window frame She was all
he had laft now all he had to lavish af
fection on. Habit, the desire to make
reparation and the charm of the siren
* ill held the boy to hia weary bondage
Rut even her lore would be Dead Sea
fruit it would leave In its wake a bit
ter tbirta of the spirit His Innelijiess
.Npoke - hia despair hia bitter awaken
ig to his own weakness eolorod hie
voice.
It s made a difference in you, Juat
•he few days since my money has been
a l 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 1 THOUGHT
OIT LOVE WAS BIO ENOUGH TO
EXCUSE IT IK IF 1 HAVE BEEN
WRONG ABOUT THAT, TOO— IV
THAT IS ROTTEN AS SORDID AS
EVERYTHING ELSK AROUND US. I D
—I’D JUST QUIT!"
Rut the spirit of hls words fell on
deaf ears as later events would prove.
Kitty answered with petulance
"Haven’t we lived respectable? No
body can sa> anything different unless
ihe\ lie' What's 'sordid' about us un
less It s my clothes” Oh. Ken, I’ve got
to have ten dollars to-day I've got to.
The boy was utterly thrown back on
his own overstrained nature again He
wua left to starve for sympathy lor un
derstanding left as a "better” woman
--his mother. Mrs. Charles Nelson,
"leader of society" bad left his father
two years before 1 here is a clause in
law that says that whoever starts a
train of dangerous circumstances in
motion is responsible for the results
thereof Ken did not knojv this clause
he had not yet begun to lay the cause
of the family traged> at the door of hts
mother's fatal even criminal indilfei-
ence. Hut the hour was coming when
..ui of his bitter knowledge of Kitty
Claire he would pronounce his judgment
on his mother.
"I can't get tlie teu. he said in the
tune of a man beaten
"Dick got a couple of seats for a
vaudevNIe to-night. I ve got to get my
blue dress from the cleaner s. Me'.
Wearing cleaned dresses’ Talk about
sordid and rotten! Y'ou can't beat that!
in answer to t'rn whine in her voice,
ken answered a-- man> a stronger man
stmutd To woriov
Mine Graham, the beautiful daugh
ter of I S District Attorney Gordon
Graharn. is beloved by Captain Law
rence Holbrook, a soldier of fortune f ree
lance and all-round good, fellow. Aline
loves him. but, because of some secret
; her past she refuse* to tnan > him.
While Holbrook i.s at her house she re
ceives a telephone message rroui .liaison
Flagg, a lawyer and notorious black
mailer "f society. Holbrook begs .Mine
to tell him her sertet. She refuses and
make* hftn leave her The message
from Flagg has made her frantic, and
she finalR decides to go to hls house.
Ip the meantime thp render Is given a
glimpse into K'agg s den. The lawyer
is closeted with ius nephew. Tommy,
the only human being for whom he ap
pears to boar am affection. Congress
man Rowland's butler, Jones, • alls and
sells Klngg a letter compromising Mrs
Rowland As the butler starts to leave.
Flagg presses a button and take*- a
rret flashlight of the man He rushes
from the house in tenor Aline slip*
a wav from her home unobserved and
reach** Flagg * home She finds the
front door open and goe* to his study.
Flagg produces a letter written by Alin*
to woolworth. the man she supposed
she had married two years before. He
read* it to her. enjoying her mental tor.
time a* 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
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.
a\\ar<> of -lie abvx* of horror yawn-
me before her feet.
"l-adies are careless about pay ins."
said he.
“Every penny' I get will come to
you until you are paid-r-believe rue!
He -hook hi» bend and finally
0 «»s«"l the brooch carelessly back on
! the desk.
The Fiend.
”I'm a business man—but the man
I »n me is more important than the
business."
Why. he was human and humane,
| after all, thought the elated girl. Ho
had tort tired her with the possibility
; of horror, but at the last he would
not go through with it. He had a
I heart it was vulnerable to a wom
an's suffering. She answered in
j breathless, unbelievable delight:
You mean—I may have it!”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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AIT!" said he—-"there it—
better or worse to come!”
x
Then tfe went on. with all
Ihe keen delight with which a savage
watches the quivering nerves of the
captive he has tied to the stake.
“‘You **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-
e»ed—that ceremony couldn't have
been false! Oh, Tom, I must see you j
before you go—I must ’’’
Aline trembled and supported her-j
self by the edge of the desk. She
wag struggling wildly to hold her self-
rcntrol -to be calm-gnot 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 th© open win
dow ” A smile whose insinuating
oamarader'e was gall and wormwood
to Aline distorted his fe a tur©^.
“Well—is it n forgery—or genu
ine?”
"Let me see it myself, please.
He hesitated—then handed her the
letter
"Be careful with it It’s very val
uable.”
The girl stumbled across the room
and cowered down Into a ' hair. She
feared to look at that pink paper
that slip of paper that might contain
thus* damning words in her own
writing- and yet she must know the
full horror of her position. One
glsnce and she knew that this wns
indeed her own writing—her heart’s
cry to the man who had hired her into
a clandestine marriage and then had
written her coldly tltat 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
w ar correspondent -ami that she must
forget it — aa 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”
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
Flagg crossed to her side He
fairly gloated at the sight <>f this
c harming bit of feminine loveliness ip
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, niv clear girl
and everybody has some such lit
tle shadow across their life—we'd die
of stagnation without some experi
ence!”
With an effort Aline regained con
trol of herself. Her weakness would
only put her deeper in the toils—it
would only make this creature the
more relentlessly sure of his power
over her.
"How nuuh do you want for that
letter'."' she asked.
"One thousand dollars."
I haven’t that much money 1
can’t get it.”
Your friends'.'" asked Flagg.
I can't appeal to my friends for
money.” said the girl proudly.
Papa'"
You know who m> father is what
position he occupies in our CSoverm-
ment and this is blackmail.” said ;h*»
girl with spirit.
"Why not have me arrested'."*
sneered Flagg from his safe position
behind the powerlessness of this gir!
to confess to any dealina? with such
a man as he.
"1 would if I were a man de
clared the girl, impotently.
Flagg smiled. "My best clients are
gentlemen.”
If onlv m\ rrther knew this n*n
kid \ou." said U-e girl hotly
u.ticer. don't kd any more
Y U NO HIOOl
the house
a good fr
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
UNO HIGGINS is eummlng up to
8b tonlte, sed Pa He is
n good frend of mitt* fr I know*
J you will like him. beekaus he is
rlewer. He !« a poet on a news
paper out West.
Oh. T newer tnfct a poet, *ed Ma. I
*hud luv to meet him. But what a
funny nalm for a poet. Higg'.ns. I al
ways like to think of poet* with
naima like Lord Byron or Percy
Shelley.
Higgins is Just like his naim, sed
Pa You ain't going to meet any
dreamy, long-haired guy with dan
druff on hls cote collar Hlgglns'ls
one of the best fellers that ewer
lived, but he is jest piain Higgins
Wait till you see him
Wen Mister Higgins cairn in w c cud
see that he didn't act like one of
them old poets. He was dressed nice,
but he didn’t have any velvet collar &
his hair was trimmed short. He was
fat * had a big neck and he looked
as If he mite have been a flter onst.
Every move he made was quick
AfteY we had dinner Ma beegan to
\sk Mister Higgins ware he got hjs
■ Insplrashun for all the lovely poems
1 he rote. Do you go mit in the feelds
fr along the streams, fr set down
under a trt/e A: rite yure poems?
Mister Higgins laffed. No. he sed, I
, do not rito my poems under a tree
T mite catch cold fr then the world
wtid lose me. 1 rite my po#*ms rite In
i the newspaper offi* or any old plats
ware I can get to 1L tlpewriter Thare
Lent vary much insplrashun around
a newspaper offis, sed Ml star Hig-
i gins fr if you think It is a quiet plais
jto work you ahud visit one. Between
j the ofPIs boys arguing baseball fr the
, editors hollering "Boy!” thare ain’t
any dbthly calm, he toald Ma.
Do you ever rite for the maga-
zeens? said Ma
I used to wen I was beeginning,
sed Mister Higgins. That was wen
j T rote blank vegse I thot in them
days that I was going to be another
! Shakespeer. he sed. The moar blank
vers* I rote the blanker It got fr the
moar I got from the rriagazeens. but
wen I added It up at the end of the
veer I found that T wasent any
Rockefeller at gitting the sugar.
Getting the what? sed Ma.
The .»f.r eed Ml«, r
dough. Th. thing that buy, brc ton ,
for the baby, he eed S o theT
started rltetng liter vers, 4 f ,l
out that I cud mailt loti moar rluh
a poem that be-gan "Wen DotTu
Dropped a Fly" than rltetng .
that began "When We Two StrolHl
in Arcady's Fair Bower,
1 am afrade the day of dean , Ml i
is gone, serl Mister Higg ln ,. ^
kaus It can’t be rote any moar bee!
kaus it can, but beekaus th,
has so much on thare mind, now U J
thay want thar* poetry lit* 4 . JT ,
in a grate while, fc if you
it to them In flye «r six || B „
tha.v will read it. Humming Ilk, .'?
for Instans
One rainy 4ay
A German Jay
Want ott Into hie bar.
*aid Farmer Brown
Who cut hit! down.
-I do n.t give , dam."
It Is too bad that a brite man like
you dosent rite butllul things all th
time, sed Ma
He wud. sed Miller Hlgg in , „
thare was snuff brite women !?k. J
In the wurld to appieshlate thU “
Up-to-Date Jokes
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 Jurison Flagg lest her fingers ;
touch his Later this bit of fine feel
ing wae 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 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 bad once read of a
creature, half spider, half human—a
creature inhabiting the Afrioin
jungle. That tale was no mere fig
ment of the writer's brain, she
thought. Such a tiling sat before lieu*
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 net act now at one* !
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 feM.
And on the fall of those Killamey
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 git! held out her jewel.
"This emerald will nearly make It
up.”
"What's it worth?" asked Flagg,
slowly removing his calculating eyes
from one jew’el to the other.
"I don’t know exactly then h“ *
distaste for the creature making her
bold beyond the hounds of prudence.
Aline added, "Enough for you. any
way."
"Less than $500. T‘d say.” was
Flagg’s final verdict.
"But It’s everything 1 have, and I
promise to pay vop up the balance. '
pleaded the giri forgetting that it
was not to a man she was talking,
but to a creature of venom and wpite
-the enemv of decency and society.
Flagg rose—the time was ripe for
action—the moment had come foi
Fh*gg to discover to her the full
measure of hisr vileness and for oply
out more -afe second Aline was not
THK BLACKMAILER'S TORT ERE.
An altercation arose between a
farmer and a so-called expert in agri
culture.
"Sir," said the expert, "do you real-
; ize that I have been at two univer-
; sities, one in this country and one ; .n
Germany?”
"What of that?” demanded th"
! farmer, with a faint smile. "I had a
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 hls foot swore
roundly at him for tinkering at his
toes, and asked him:
“Why don’t you Rtrike 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 oil the table. r The astonished
laird sprang to his feet and demanded
an explanation.
"On," said the doctor. "1 am only
striking at the root!"
• * *
An old gentleman, always very po-
| lite to ladles, was asserting one day
. that he had never seen a really ugly
woman. A lady with a flat nose, over-
! hearing him, said:
"Sir. look at me and confess that
■I’m truly ugly.”
"Madam.” he replied, "like the rest
I 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 Mrss 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 get to see him
i.s 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 l 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?
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 i.s 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 I
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, 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 half
an hour to walk home with me In
the evening after work, and will
come over to the office as many as
three times a day for \he slightest
of excuses. \ g. F.
Perhaps lie declined yc*r invitation! |
twice because there wafc always
crowd included. Ask him b call. If h© I
declines, try to overcome hour regaM
tor him. You will have givln him every!
opportunity then, and hlslrefusal w!H
indicate that he doesn't (Ire to puski
the acquaintance. |
NEITHER.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am eighteen and am inlove with
a man of the same age. up* man
is making only ?10 a weeliwith no
chance x of advancement, an\ wished
me to marry him. \
There is also another maiL’ho is
almost twice my age. and \t con
sidered wealthy. This man h*. also
proposed to me. KirwUy advi)
which proposal to accept.
BESS
That great tiling in marriage
and you don’t Jove either man.
attitude of doubt proves it.
Moreover, S10 a week is not e\
for two. even if you loved,
princely fortune Is not enough if 1
lacking. Wait for the right man!
will never regret it.
A SENSIBLE GIRL.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have been keeping company w!’.^
a young man for two months. 1 aril
eighteen and lie is five years m' 1
senior. He gives me good times an-1 j
seems to care for me a lot. but i 1
tried very hard to learn to like him |
hut I can’t, and I don’t think it ]
would be proper for m® to keep com
pany with him any longer
What could I tell him so he'll for
get me? EDNA.
Y'our determination not to enoouraz* 11
the attentions of a man you can no! |
learn to love does you great credit.
Refuse his Invitations, and fall to i>t|
at home when he calls. Such treat-*I
ment, if persisted in. will show him j i|
do not like him.
We have moved to our new store,
97 Peachtree Street.
ATLANTA FLORAL CO.
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