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:“rsr..:y::^^^ ; "«{^— ■'" ' ■n-v; r r-r’f" ■ -*■■■: T €■ t Both Sexes Suffer: It I afes the Men as Long to Get Over the Big Dinner as It Bool£ the If omen to Prepare It s- § 'b * THE GEO THE FAMILY CUPBOARD AT BAY a Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers | S* S* Little Bobbie’s Pa S* & Adapted from th* Big Broodway Success By Owen Davit. >N»vetlz«d by You Can Begin This Great Story To-<lay by Reading This First .‘•ant Oven Pavia p!a> now being pre- aAt the Playhouse, New York, by ^Utom A Rradv Copy right, 191*. by International News Ser\,ce » 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. fNeveTlred by> “W (From the nlg\ by George Scar borough, now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York. Serial rights held* end copyrighted by International News Service i 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. Woman U interested and should know about the wonUtrfc) Marvel J^***^’ Douche A *k rrnrrdrnsrG 1 It If h* csn««f sup ©;▼ the IIAKYRf. at i*p ' c*o- - t (41.234»«.«.!. For the Toiler The cost of living is a hard nut to crack for the working man. 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It will tell you every thing worth knowing about the busiest and most beautiful place on the continent, t will show all the won- 5 of a Wonderland. I 1 Six different sections will, be devoted to description and im portant information, b 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 we 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. G ET ONE WITHOUT FAIL V LOS ANGELES "EXAMINER.” Los Angeles. Cal. Inclosed please find Anniversary Number of your pape r ceil is. for which to the following names: you vs i 11 please send the Tenth Name Street. Si reef City.... Name Street. City.... S i rppt Name Street. City.... Nam*' Street. City. ... .State ~zi)