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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
A 1 BAY -4 Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Little Bobbies Pa S> &
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Adapted frem the Big Broadway 8uceesa
By Owen Davla.
[Novellnd by'
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
First
J jom Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at th* j Playhouse, New York, by
William A Brady Copyright, 19IB. by
Internationa) News Hervlce.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
"I am trying my beat—trying harder
than you know I will And something
to do. Kitty, I’va left everythin* for
you. I thought we d begin over—some
how That you wnukl get a freeh atart.
I —wonder^-!f—4—have made—a blunder
after all.**
Kitty tree shameless- and buslness-
llka.
"Have you eaked your father for
money V*
"Nol No! Kitty, we couldn't do that!
Think of the sixteen-year old girl you
were ONCE! Think of my awful blow—
my blow to the father who gnve me
life -a boy* fool Idea at avenging some
thing that's done and over! Kitty, we
couldn't aak him for money I'D
RATHER BTARVir
"You’ve got a swell chance.**
Kitty decided that she wee making a
sad bungle on the Job The hardness
the crisp dryness went out of her voice
She crooned over to where the boy was
sunk In despair and put her hand gent
ly on hi* shoulder.
“Ken. dear. I’m eorry things are so
had -but you’ve got to get money.
Your mother hasn't answered your last
letter?"
"No! I can’t understand It!” ex
claimed Ken. bitterly.
"I can. She's a woman! Your father
would come across -ahe won’t—not for
me-not for the girl that Is taking her
son from her Bay, Ken," with an ab
rupt change of manner, "where do you
think all the mother-in-law Jokes oome
from? Your mother hasn't answered
your last letter! You see! Now. what
are you going to DOT"
She perched on the arm of Ms chair,
and put her little hand on hlR shoulder.
Then quickly her hands strayed over
his collar—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 ministrations Cool
Angers on his brow could not stop the
Jarring throbbing of his brain.
"1 don’t know what 1 am going to do.
I never realised before what a miserable
weakling I 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
life Insurance office and I w’as beaten
out by a boy Just out of high school.
Beaten fairly, too. He’s done something
with hi* 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! WHAT A ROTTEN
JOKE THE WHOLE WORLD IS!"
cried the boy with the bitter cynicism
of youth that has eaten too soon and
tod 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 ati 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,
•till more wearily.
Kenneth walked over to whore she
stood leaning nonchalantly against the
•lift-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 Head Hea
Truit It would leave in Its wake a hit
ler thlrts of the spirit His loneliness
■poke- — his despair his bitter awaken
ing to his own weakness colored his
voice.
“It’s made a difference In you, Just
ths few days since my money has been
ill gone. If you were to leave me now,
I'd give up. I WOULDN’T WANT IX)
UVK! 1 COULDN’T! WHAT 1 HAVE
DONE I DID BECAUSE I THOUGHT
OUR LOVE WAS BIG ENOUGH TO
EXCUSE IT IF -IF I HAVE BEEN
WRONG ABOUT THAT. TOO—1K
THAT IS ROTTEN. AS SORDID, AS
EVERYTHING EL8K AROUND UP. I'D
—I’D JUST QUIT!"
But the spirit of his words fell on
leaf ears—as later events would prove.
Kitty answered with petulance
"Haven't we lived respectable? No
body can say anything different unless
they 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
war- left to starve for sympathy—for un
derstanding left as a ’better'’ woman
—his mother. Mrs. Charles Nelson,
“leader of society —had left his father
two years, before. There 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 know this clause
—he had not yet begun to lay the cause
of the family tragedy at the door <>f his
mother's fatal—even criminal—Indiffer
ence But the hour was coming when
out of his bitter knowledge of Kitty
CMaire he would pronounce his Judgment
in his mother.
“I can't get the ten." he aald in the
tone of a man beaten.
“Dick got a couple of seats for a
vaudeville to-night. I've got to get my
blue dress from the cleaner's. Me!
Wearing cleaned dresses' Talk about
sordid and rotten! You can't beat that!"
In answer to the whine in her voice.
Ken answered, as many a stronger man
before him defeated by woman's weak
ness has answered:
‘Til try, Kitty."
I rXe Continued To-morrow.
Aline Graham, the beautiful daugh
ter of l' s. District Attorney (Jordon
Graham, is beloved by Captain Iaw-
renca 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
ceive* a telephone message rrom Judsoit
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 franllc* and
she Anally decides to go to Ms house
In the meantime the reader Is given a
f fllmose Into Flagg's den The lawyer
s cfoeeted with his nephew. Tommy,
the only human being for whom be ap
pears to hear any affection. Gongress-
rna.n Rowland’s butler, Jones, calls and
sells Flagg a letter compromising Mr*.
Rowland As the butler starts to leave.
Flagg presses a button and takes *
cret flashlight of the man He rushes
from the house In terror Aline slips
away from her home unobserved and
reaches Flagg's home .She finds the
front door open and goes to his study
Flagg produces s letter written by Aline
to Wool worth, the man she supposed
she had married two years before. He
reads it to her. enjoying her mental tor
ture bh she hears the telltale lines. In
the first part of the letter Aline had beg
ged Wool worth not to do«ert her. "Do
you remember that*’" BHka Flagg with
a sneer
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AIT!" said he—"there in-*—
better or worse—to come!”
Then he went on, with all
the keen delight with which ti 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 seoret—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! Oh, Tom, I must see you
before you go—I must ’ **
Aline trembled and supported her
self by the edge of the desk. She
wa* struggling wildly to hold her self-
control to be calm not to yield to
the names 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 ree it myself, please."
Up hesitated then handed her the
letter.
"He 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 who had lured her Into
a 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 hltn to Japan to act as
war correspondent and that she must
forget t—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?
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 of this
charming 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 ttlrl
—and everybody has so rue 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 tolls—it
would only make this creature the
more relentlessly sure of his power
over her.
"How much do you want for that
letter?” she asked.
"One thousand dollars."
"I haven't that much money. I
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 my father is—what
position he occupies in our Govern
ment—and this is blackmail," said the
girl with spirit.
Why not have me arrested?"
sneered Flagg from his safe position
behind the powerlessness of this girl
to confess to any dealings with such
a man as he.
"1 would —if 1 \vere a man" de
clared the girl, impotently.
Flagg smiled. "My best clients are
gentlemen."
"If only my father knew this—he’d
kill yfou." said the girl hotly.
"J>>Liher* don’t kill any more—
Aline’s barriers
of self-control
went down
completely,
and she sank
in her chair
weeping and
sobbing in
the bitterness
of the
she was fast
the web she
aware of the abyss of horror yawn-
ing before her feet.
"Ladies are careless about paying,”
said he.
"Every penny I gM will come to
you until you are paid—believe me!
He shook his head and Anally
tossed the brooch carelessly back on
the desk.
The Fiend.
‘ I’m a business man—but the man
in me is more important than the
Why. he was human and humane,
after all, thought the elated girl. He
had tortured her with the possibility
of horror, hut at the last he would
not go through with it. He had a
heart 711 was vulnerable to a won#
art'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
touch hie Later this hit of fine feed
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 bo 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 he
true. Then sjie 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 his
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 fe't. I
And on the fall of those Killarney
roses hung fate itself.
The man's greedy eves were fa a- j
tened In admiring calculation on the |
girlish figure in the soft white gown
under that cloaking mass of velvet.
The girl held out her Jewel.
"This emerald will nearly make It
up."
"What's It worth?" asked Flagg,
slowly removing his calculating eyes
from one Jewel to the other.
"I don't know exactly*—-” theft her
distaste for the creature making her
bold beyond the 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 1 have, and 1
promise to pay 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 spite
—the enemy of decency and society.
Flagg rose - the time was ripe for
action—the moment had come fox
Flagg to discover to her the fuli
measure of hist vileness—and for only
one more safe second Aline was not
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By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
Y UNG HIGGINS la cummin* up to
tbs house tonlte, sed Pa. He is
a good frsnd of mine A I know
you will like him, beekaus he is
clewer. He is a poet on a big news
paper ont West.
Oh. I newer met a poet, ned Ma. I
shud luv to meet him. But what a
funny nalm for a poet, Higgins. I al
ways like to think of poets with
nalms like Lord Byron or Percy
Shelley.
Higgins Is Jtist like his nalm< sed
Pa You ain’t going to meet any
dretfmy, long-haired guy with dan
druff on his oote oollar. Hlgglne 1*
one of the best fellers that erve r
lived, hut he is Jest plain Higgins.
Wait till you see him.
Wen Mister Higgins calm In wv cud
ate that be didn't act like one of
them old poets. He was dressed nice,
but he didn’t hare any v*dvet oollar «
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 wa* quick.
Afttfr we had dinner Ma beegan to
\ak Mister Hlggln* ware he got his
Insplrashun for all the lovely poems
he rote. Do you go out In the feelds
A along the stream*, & set down
under a tree St rite yure poems?
Mister Higgins laffed. No, he sed, I
do not rlts my poems under a tree.
I mite catch cold St then the world
wud lose me. I rite my poc*ms rite in
the newspaper offls or any old plals
ware I can get to a tlpewrlter. Thare
lsen’t vary much Insplrashun around
a newspaper offls, sed Mlsterr Hig
gins. A If you think It is a quiet plals
to work you shud visit one. Between
the offls boys arguing baseball A the
editors hollering "Boy!” thare ain’t
any de'thly calm, he toald Ma.
Do you ever rite for the m&ga-
seens? aald Ma.
I used to wen I was beeglnnirwg,
sed Mister Higgins. That was wen
I rote blank veaee. I thot in them
days that I was going to be another
Shakespeer, he eed The moar blank
verse I rote the blanker It got A the
moar I got from the m&gaseens, but
wen 1 added it up at the end of the
yeer I found that I wasent nny
Rockefeller at gitting the sugar.
Getting the what? sed Ma.
The aupar, sed Mister Higgins, the
dough. The thing that buys brogans
for the baby, he sed. So then I
started mein* liter verse & found
out that I cud maik lots moar rltelng
a poem that beegan "Wen Donlln
Dropped a Fly" than rltelng a p0 „ a
that began "When We Two Strolled
In Arcady's Fair Bowers."
I am afrade the day of deep poetry
Is gone, sed Mister Higgins, not bee-
kaus it can’t be rote any moar. bee-
kaus It can. but beekaus the peepui
has so much on thare minds now that
thay want thare poetry lite A #n »t
in a grate while. A if you can r :
it to them in live or ill lino, maybe
thay will read It. Summing like thla
for lnstansi
One rainy day
A German Jay
Went out into Me barn
Said Farmer Brown,
Who out him down,
"I do not give a Isn
't Is too bad that a brlte man like
you dosent rite butlfnl things all the
time, sed Ma
He wud. sed Mister Hlggina if
thare waa enufT brlte women like leu
in the wurld to appreshlate them
Up-to-Date Jokes
An altercation arose between a
farmer and a so-called expert In agri
culture.
"Sir,” s*a!d the expert, “do you real
ize that I have bewn at two univer
sities, one In thia country and one in
Germany?”
"What of that?" demanded the
farmer, with a faint smile. "I had a
calf nursed by two cows, and the
more he was nursed the greater calf
he grew.”
see
Son—I say, pa!
Father—well?
Son—Is 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 Abernathy 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 waa looking at his foot swore
roundly 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 root!”
ess
An old gentleman, always very po
lite to ladies, 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
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 MU8T 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 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 I get him
affections?
CONSTANT REAPER.
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
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 yea’-s 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 the slightest
of excuses. G. F.
Perhaps he declined your Invitations
twice because there was always a
crowd lnoluded. Ask him to oall. If hs
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 care to push
the acquaintance.
NEITHER.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am eighteen and am in love with
a man of the same age. This man
Is making only $10 a week with no
chance of advancement, and wishes
me to marry him.
There is also another man who is
almost twice my age, and is con
sidered wealthy. This man has a ■■>
proposed to me. Kln«Vy advise me
which proposal to accept.
BESSIE
That great thing In marriage is 1< v
and you don’t love either man. Ydur
attitude of doubt proves It.
Moreover, $10 & week Is not enough
for two. even If you loved, and a
princely fortune is not enough if love la
lacking. Wait for the right man! You
will never regret It.
A SENSIBLE GIRL.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have been keeping company with
a young man for two montha I am
eighteen and he Is five rears my
senior. He gives me good times and
seems to care for me a lot, but I
tried very hard to learn to like him,
but I can’t, and I don’t think It
would be proper for me to keep com
pany with him any longer.
what could I teu him so he’ll for
get met EDNA.
Your determination not to encourage
the attentions of a man you can not
learn to love does you great credit
Refuse his Invitations, and fall to be
at home when he calls. Such treat
ment, If persisted in. will show him you
do not like him.
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