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*•<£$, msmm * ■ • -■ ■■ *.■ - © & Both Sexes Suffer: It 7 afyes the Men as Long to Get Over the Big Dinner as It Too\ the Women to Prepare It & % THE FAMILY CUPBOARD A 1 BAY -4 Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Little Bobbies Pa S> & . ZZ 1 - ■ ■■■■ 1 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 “W Now Read On t i f l f (Novelized by> (From the t>Iay by Ceoige Scar borough, now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) 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 THE BLACKMAILERS TORTURE. We have moved to our new store, 97 Peachtree Street. ATLANTA FLORAL CO Every Y/oman Is interested and shoold know about the wonderful Marvel 5 r*’ Douche Ask yonrdruggist for It. If he cannot sup ply the MARVEL, accept no other, but ten‘ *»t*mp for hook. tuutbtt.tii.uk .UK.!. For the 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. Do you know that there is more nutrition in a 10c pack age of FAUST SPAGHETTI than there is in 4 lbs. of beef? It is rich in gluten, the food content that makes muscle, bone and flesh. FAUSTlf SPAGHETTI will reduce your cost of living. Cut your meat bills two-thirds — buy a few packages of FAUST SPAGHETTI a week. Tastes deli cious, has an appetizing, savory flavor. You can make a whole meal of it. Send for free recipe book —shows how many ways Spaghetti can be cooked. At all grocers’— 5c and 10c packages. 4UJLL BROS.. St. Louis, Mr M 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. It’s Going to Un lock the Treasure House of Facts About Our Magic Southern California See This Key? The Tenth Anni versary Number of the Los Angeles "Examiner” will be out Wednesday, December 24th. It will be a re markable edition. It will tell you every thing worth knowing about the busiest and most beautiful place on the continent It will show all the won ders of a Wonderland. Six different sections will be devoted to description and im portant information, both 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 LOS ANGELES "EXAMINER," Los Angeles. Cal. Inclosed please And Anniversary Number cf your paper to ... cent*, for which the following names: yon will please send the Troth Name Street.... Citv. . Stats - Name Street.... Citv.... State N am e Street.... City.... State N am e Street.... City.... State. Name....... Street.... City.... 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