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1 ( ,;i W;' ! Hi ft. rt I A 4 Society Consits of Cal^e and Late Hours, and Doing One s I hinging Next Day With a Piece of Leather MAGAZINE AT BAY f Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers ,j& Little Bobbie s Pa ^ You Can Begin This Great Story To-day by Reading This First A LINK STABS IlKK TOI1M KNTOK. IFF. Pa to Ma. I have gott brother August made himself hanged parley with thin *tna '•an defeat him and g* "No. I must keep the letter W .r r. r-a ira . ..... ... a 'are treet for vou * llttal Bobbie. I doant know about Mine Graham, (he beautiful dough •*r of I K. District Attorney Gordon Braham, s beloved by Captain latw rer . ** Holbrook, a soldier of fortune free ancp and all-round good fellow Aline loves him. blit, because of some secret !o her past she refuses to marry him While Holbrook is at her house she re ■ •elves a telephone message rrom Judnon Flagg a lawyer and notorious black ruailer of society Holbrook begs Aline to tell him her secret. She refu.*«r* and make* him leave her The nwMsaf fro n IHagg lias made her frantW . and she flnalh decides to go to his house In the meantime the reader is given a glimpse nto Flaggs den. The lawyer f* closeted with his nephew, Tlominy, •lie only human being for whom in* up pears to heat any affection. Confcress- n art Howland’s butler, Jones, call.*- and soils Flagg a letter compromising Mrs. Rowland \s the butler starts to leave, Flagg presses a button and take- a se < ret flashlight of tfie man He rusl.es from the house in terror. Aline alii** away from her home unobserved anri roaches Flagg's home She finds the front door open and goe-= to his study. Flagg produces a letter written h> Aline to wool worth, the man she supposed she had married two years before lie reads It to her, enjoying her mental tor ture as she hears the telltale lines. In the first r.art of the letter Aline had Bog ged Wool worth not to desert her, ‘Do you remember that'’" asks Flagg with a sneer Mine collapses Flagg tells her- ho must have $1 000 for the letter Aline offers him all the money she has. and an emerald that belonged to her mother. Flagg refuses both. He then insults her by making love to her. Now Read On III I I fNovellrad by) i From the play by George Scar borough. now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Seriai rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S 1N STALLuM BN T. •*l mean there’s a way to get it.*’ The leering face leaned closer across the desk. A new expression was com ing into the crafty eye; it was un masked passion; it was new horror to pile upon the mountain high horrors of mpmory and fact; it was leering suggestion to drive Aline mad with the fear and horror of her post tion in the web of the spider. And she would not escape un scathed. •You are very pretty, my dear/’ went on the thing of poison breath and foul mind. * * * And mock marriages are the real thing!" The girl winced. Hei^ helpless weight was falling on her hand*? that lay white knuckled on the desk, her shoulders were bowed beneath the weight of degradation—the shame of being spoken to so by any man—but most shameful of all to become the •'feature desired by this venomous spider creature. And still he went on with his offer of horrible com promise—the price of a pink letter— written when sorrow had been only s cloud on her sky written to men ace her life with each line her pen had traced in forming the words on the pink schoolgirl sheets “Vou—you’re a young person of ex perience—we could be friends!” You’re mistaken.’ said Aline, coldly. She spoke with a breath less horror. So a man like Jinl- *on Flagg dared to think and feel -these things about the daugh ter of Gordon Graham—about the woman Larry Holbrook loved —about her—no, It wm none of these he knew -his insult was for the girl w ho had -trusted Tom Wool worth. 'No—I’m not. You and Wool worth had three days together by the sea— we'd have a hundred strung through the year." "There s your money—I’m going, said the giri. Flagg interposed: "Oh, no; you’re not! ” The girl looked around her wildly *She felt trapped. She knew how mad she had been to venture so far from ove and shelter A force within had mpelled her. but now she was facing horror more horrible than the burn ing memory of those three days b> the sen. At the sacrifice of all she had come to gain she knew she must <o. now, at once, while there was yet lrne. Rut from the wild moment when -■Be had ventured alone into the web • f the master spider it had been too ate Life held hours of which she mercifully could not dream--and for Mine Graham life could never again >e the s.ime For every wild moment if those three days by a summer sea for every mad second of those min- ites in Judson Flagg’s den—the girl would pay, and pay full well. “You must stop me,” she cried Flagg had come between her and the door, and darker than the dark tiie*.* rare trssts of yures. sed Ma. i havent forgotten that county fair that you took us to. the time you tried to drink up all the hard cider In the grounds This is going to he’dlffernt. sed Ta Th e is going to be a good old Ger man picnic, the kind that we used to go to wen you <fc I was yung coys * g .i’l* together, Pa sod. Net us go &• think of them happy days that is gone bet;-ond reecall, sed Pa. I will go if littsl Bobbit & you want to go. sed Ma. but 1 newer had a vary good time at a German picnic. Thare .is always a band * thare is always beer, but as I don't like brass muaick or lager I cant see whare the fun will cum in. But I will go So we all went to the German pic nic. It was at a littel plais called Ol denburg A- thare was a lot of peepul plcknicking Ah sed Pa, here is my old frend Frits Schultz. Cum rite here. Fritz. Wife, sed Pa. allow me to present my Old frend Fritz Schultz. How do you do. Mister Schultz? sed Ma. Mister Schultz was awful at. He must have wayed three hundred pounds. I do all rite, he sed, aber tonight I am sad. This afternoon it rained a little, und the picnic almost spoiled. The wether is luvly now. tho, sed Ma. I am sure we are going to en joy the evening. Always when it rains then I am sad, sed Mister Schultz. T know it is going to rain tomorrow, alretty, und den I will be sad aggenn. My poor Iasi September, be sed to Ma * Pa It was raining J»,t like this after- noon it rained August vat such a '*nnlly fellow. Even after we found him In der barn we saw a smils on his face Almost could I cry now to think of August. Think of July In.ted * lair, „ed M, Life is too short to feel sad and pass away. Ma sed. 1, this yme lj t t«I son ? ic ls llttel August, said Frits Schultz. I naimed him after ,mv brother which Is ded, alretty. Korean Play mlt yure little fellow If you van! him j o La gaiv me a dime t 1 took August over to buy him a drink of lemonade He was a funny looking littel Ger man boy. he w ild look rite at me A X doant think he was thinking about anything at all. I bought him sum emonade but he dident like it vary good, he *ed to me Sooner wud I have beer. Mot with me. I sed to him, I am off thd-stuff. That is what I used to heer Pa say. I tried to talk to August about >he boys that he knew A about his skool Xb about baseball, but he dident eeven know who Matty was. He sed thay had a cow naimed Mattie. He newer eeven herd of Mister McUraw. All l)e sed was Maybe It will rai n to-nior- row. alretty, and make me sad. Why do you get sad wen it rains? I sed. I had THE FAMILY CUPBOARD A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York (From Owen Hails' play now being pre sented at the Playhouse, Xew York, by WIKlam A. Brady. Copyright, 1913, by International News Service.) unkel, his nalm was the saim as mine, sed August. He made himeelf hanged. Ihen I took August back to his Pa * coaxed Pa to take us hoam from the picnic. Yes do, sed Ma. you wud think it was a lot of Glooms out for — WILLlAil F. KIRH. Some People's Names ^ ^ w F a man come* along whose nam<' I la Smith.” said the young woman who was telling the story, "or •Jones, and asks me to marry him, I shall accept instantly and say'Thank you’ into the bargain! Listen to the things that happened to my sister and myself on our trip W est all be- •ause m- name is May burn! And be cause Cousin Charlie's name is Dutton' W e thought it would be a clever thing to stop in and see the Fisks, who live ir. Los Angeles, and have wasted reams of paper- and gallons of ink imploring us to visit them. So we telephoned from our hotel in Pasa dena and asked if we might eome over- Thursday. The sweet - voiced • oui.g person who answered the phone Fisk fras out. but she knew introduced to me by the delighted Sacketts together with his wife He was the Sacketts’s relative—and his wife was plainly suspicious of me. But the real Mr. Dare bobbed up, thrust us Into a cab, and. between shaking hands and looking at his watch, explained that he was due at a meeting, but that we were to go right out to the house, where Mrt. Dare was eagerly awaiting us. “‘You know where T live, don't you?’ he asked the cabman when we dropped him at a corner. ‘Dare’s house? Sure,' said the cabman-—and hurtled along to a perfectly gorgeous house set in splendid lawns, dumped us out. slammed our trunk and suit cases into the hall and drove off. "Then a cool, composed trained nurse descended on us. She was per fect. She said Mrs. Dare was out for a drive, but would be so g!ad to see us, and would wh go to our room said Mrs she would be delighted to see us. and ‘and have tea sent up— thnt we must eome in time for lunch- j “'She can't be out.’ T told her, me Dare said he had chanically. phoned he ‘Mr. You're Choking Me!’’ the Girl Managed to Articulate. gloom of his own room he leered at his victim. He “blocked the only exit she dared venture, for who knew to what abysses of horror—to ' what vaults and subterranean passages to what Bluebeard chambers of grisly token the other doors would open her path? She must pass Flagg. The man’s voice had lost no tone of its evil portent it was quiet, because the vitality of such vampire crea tures as Flagg permits of no wild bursts of passion. For them emotion must he hoarded and gloated over in the still dark, moment by moment. Aline’s terror* was very precious to her captor. He spoke in the sibilant accent of a snakfc’s hiss: "I'll keep the letter until you can come to terms—pa> cash for it—or be friendly.” The girl tightened the hold of her cold lingers on that pink mist of evil that cloud that was bringing such storm about her head. Holding her sad little letter to Tom Woolworth. her faithless lover of six years gone by she took one backward step. In* stinct pulled her from Judson Flagg. Instinct bade her fly while there was still time for flight. And the girl whispered "to instinct: “We must Tighter. Tighter Closed the Fingers his handicapped ami eon. Sh# added that she was Mn. Fisks daughter-in-law; so. ;>f course. It was all right. to the hoiii ' 'The Misses May burn and Mr. Dut- j n g ua y “The trained nurse that we were on our way and she was await evil flee from old age. Flagg left the door—unguarded. "Give it to’ me.’’ he cried in bitter anger. The girl kept up her retreat—fur ther and further from the menacing creature ~ a w ay from the door—that would b*« a bulwark of safety for Aline. Still she retreated. "No! It's mine! You Lave no right to it! A letter belongs to the writer! You never had anv right to it.’ • To Be Continued To-morrow. ton,’ we 'old he A MISTAKE. "Thursday house. we drove up to the Fisk and daughter-in-law flew out to the curb and greeted us rapturous ly. trying An the cordial way of the West to make us strangers feel en tirely at home. Greatly cheered, we tramped in—and were greeted by an absolutely stianse woman who was just as startled as we were wrinkled her smooth brow and adopted a soothing tone. 'It’s the first time.' she ex plained. ’that she has been driving since the baby ranfa. It is three weeks old and a darling! I know she will be so annoyed at the way they treated your luggage and wlli have it attended to! Do let me order tea!’ Stop. 1 said faintly. Sister was in a state of collapse against an un feeling bronze ‘Mr.^Dare is a Joker but he wouldn't go as far as that. Isn’t there s-s-ome mistake? stuttered, "isn't this the P. C. f* ,• j | Isn’t this the Dare house?’ ■Msk ' “‘ It: ia the Darr residence,’ said th£ no me . •••if Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. We have moved to our new store, 97 Peachtree Street. ATLANTA FLORAL CO. I AM AFRAID YOU ARE FOOLISH. Dear Miss Fairfax: * 1 am 17 years of age ami know a young man two years m> se nior. 1 have known him for the last six months and have frequently been going out to places of amusement with him. Hearing from friends and acquaintances of his that he really loves me. I would like to test his lore myself. 1 also do not wish to devote all my time to one as youth Is still before me. will, manj good chances. I consider him equal to all the gentlemen friends l have, and not above them. Still further l wish to know if con- t'.nuing to go out with him would increase his will power over me. C<>NSTA\T RKADKfV Why test his love when you admit that one lover will not satisfy you? If he exercises a will power over you. association with him will cer** tainl\ ^Urease it. If you admit he has such power, you admit you are in danger. 1 think you had better give him up. Always Reliable Relief from the ailments caused by disordered stomach, torpid ! liver, irregular bowels is given ( —quickly, safely, and assur edly—by the tried and reliable! OF COURSE. Dear Miss Fairfax: l am 17. and in love with a young man two years my senior. We are both empU^'ed in the sJUne place, and he usually takes me home and to lunch w ith him. and always appeared to like me very much, lie ask® tine for one of m\ sig net rings, and I gave it to him. and in return ho gave me his ring. About two weeks ago I came in and he didn’t bother to say "good morning." and seem ed cool toward me all tla\. Now he doesn't even pay attention to me when I pass his desk. Do you think I ought to ask him for my ring? SORRY. Get your ring, and never again make such an exchange unless a marriage engagement warrants it. A DEAD LANGUAGE. I >ear Miss Fairfa x : Is there any such thing as stamp language” If so, will you tell me just what the different meanings of it are? U. G. 1 am glad to say that few know the stamp language these day s. The tlmf is past when a man or maid told his or her love by pasting a postage stamp upside down. Don't try to learn ii. my dear It is a waste of mental effivrt and time Hai'4 at Work. He was a member of the Peace So ciety. ami he came across two youths in a hack street fighting. Accordingly he pushed through the crowd aud per suaded the combatants to desist. 1 me beg of you. my good fellows, to set lie y our dispute by arbitration Lack of you choose half a dozen friends Do You Know That— ! trained nurse. the C P. Fisk residence.’ j VER\ TIRED, quavered the-strange woman. "Gene- vieve told me the MVsses May burn arid i * n we Picked ourselves up Mi . Dutton and l said it must be the j wearily and phoned for a cab and got Misses Duncan and Mr. Maywood- - .hot and cold for fear Mrs. Darr would they're friends from San Francisco— j return before we got out. ^fnd the trained nurse pathetically insisted on our having tea anyhow -and the was the I t Professor Roland, of Paris, has de vised an ingenious mtffiod of punish ment for pupils who are idle, turbu lent or undisciplined. Instead of mak ing them remain in to write iines or do similar tasks, lie makes them walk five miles They ^are required to produce faom their parent* a certificate that the walk has been taken The professor is j so pleased with the results obtained that 1 he is recommending his method* to other schoolmasters. —*- I A New Zealander has arrived in Lon don who declares that it is impossible to hang him. He fs anxious to demon strate his immunity from hanging in a j music hull sketch. In New Zealand, he says, he has given a practical demon stration of his ability. The Governor of one of the jails there lent him the | orthodox tackle and he promptly showed how easy it was to hang on a gallows without injury. ; and she said no. indeed , other distance connection was poor and she j had misunderstood!' " 'We must go at once 1 .said herol- j cally. because I could sniff the lunch- t eon cooking, and it was evidently a 1 ! mighty good luncheon. 'We’ll drive j to the P. «.\ Fisks. How did I ever jmake such a mistake! “That wasn’t the sum total of our adventures. We went to Vancouver ) by boat and made friends with the Sacketts on board We were due visit tVie Dares, and the Sacketts w going to visit some relative* in j the same locality As th«* boat drew j in I thought ! saw Mr Dare on the' | i 0 wVv‘ Chinese servants got our luggage piled on the cab and we drove away. "Then the cabman got lost and once we passed a house where people were having tea on the veranda, and, behold, it was the Sacketts and the scandal- wiiarf. and waved nrd smiled at him for five minutes before I found he was a perfect stranger, who naturally seemed much interested in me. “Ton minutes later he was bein latlve with whom 1 had oualy flirted. Don't bring them here' called the to . relative’s wife, who felt humorous. ' ’tow that she had her husband safe Don’t bring them here' They tried to get my husband.’ "\\ hile we laughed feebly and hol- heard a great commotion half a block down. A woman lean ing perilously over a veranda rail was shrieking: ’Bring them here! The luncheon is stone cold!' And it was Mrs. Dare." i>wd “Do BEECHAM’S PILLS •r*wtrk«r«. In b«a**. 10c., 2Rc. CASTORIA For Infants and Children. Thi Kind You Have Always Bought Bear* the Sij*u arbltr "Hurrah!" yelled the cr the* gentleman says, boys! Having the twelve arbitrators seifH ted to the satisfaction of both sides, the man of peace went on his way, re joicing in the Rt ought of having once •‘gain prevailed upon brute force t*> yield peaceful argument. Half an hour iater he returned that way. and was horrified to find the whole street tight- • ng. while in the distance police whis tles could be heard blowing and police were rushing to the spot from ail quar ters. “Hood gracious' What is the mat- i* t now ” asked the peacemaker of an onlooker “Shore. ?err." was the rep y. “the at • bit i a* "is arc a t w • -rk ' In connection with the harvest fes tival service at the parish church of Whaltoti* Northumberland, the time- honored custom of making and exhibit nig “The Kern Rabby" was observed “The Rabby’’ is made of wheat and dressed in the prevailing fashions and forms the pivot of the decorations. It has been made by one family for the past forty years. Tabloid Tales a MAIDEN MEDITATIONS. NO MA\ —ever smoked one cigar, took one drink or kissed a girl once. • "The superstition that if finger nails are cut it will 4 thief still prevails .among mothers.' says the medical health for Battersea. a child’s grow up Battersea officer of In s«>me cantons of Switzerland all the dead, rich as well as poor, are buried at the public expense. At Whit'ey. Northumberland. a policeman laid information against him self for having allowed the chimney of his house to be on fire. He proved the ■ use against himself successfully, and the magistrate ordered him to pay half a crown toward the costs. “Tom m# a seagull which visits Southwold .very fishing season. has l" er. ele' teri an honorary member of the Sor, thw-id Sea Anglers' Society, arm adopted as the society's crest ever was able to do the sum of his life over twice. He may add a little or subtract a little, but yesterday’s reckoning isn't altered by to-day’s numbers. -c-ever knew any real joy in unless it meant the fprerun- giving ner of the Joy in going without 1 —ever evoked a miracle un less he thought he could. ever yoked himself to a fel low-creature in evil without coming to hate his teammate worse than the deed t^jat bound them together. —ever quite forgets gentle kindness. The hand that caressed film in childhood will meet /with a kindly grip from him years after ward. -can tell the exact opinion his dog holds of his master's wisdom. —— ever walled his life by any thing but the farthest horizon iie could see or failed to see why a wom an should confine her world within the four w alls of a home Nobody believed Cassandra-- and no prophet of evil ever won half the listeners that the flatterer who says “all's serene" can gain. —IMAA A LAI Ft'EKT Y. : ever was quite so accurate ; in talking to ignorance as when he knew that lie had an audience that could judge him. ever lqved twice alike, for the gy psy and the saint wake differ ent beings to'life in his heart. plover. Superhonest. said the office boy to his em- "as you know very well that ever kept on loving a fool- j ■ sh woqian after she was go foolish I ■is to try to rule him by insisting that i “you are entirely t she was wiser than he. my suspicions of y my family is in perfect health."^ ask you to let me off this afternoon to go ,to a football match." plied the boss, o honest I have j You are fired." Young man.' TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT “Try!” exclaimed Kitty', angrily. . . Before she could go on in her arraignment of masculine failure to "provide” the little deus ex machina— the telephone—rang. "Hello! Who’s that?” asked Miss l Claire hopefully. "The room clerk, 1 suppose," was the ■ heart-weary answer. "Nobody else wants me. He said I must pay to day." The bell rang again "You can stall him. can't you? My Gdd, what’s the good of an Educa tion!! !!’’ "Hello—yes—ah—yes! Yes! Send him right up!” f Jlisr voice ran the gamut of fear to eagerness and finished with a note of actual joy as he turned to Kitty r and said. "It’s Tom Harding.” i “Good!” The boy almost broke down. I “The first one of them that has come 1 to see me all this long week! The first I one of my own people.” "Hurray! The luck has turned. Ken!" "Yes—he’s a good fellow. Tom al- | ways was a good fellow!” "I’ll get out. You can do better with him alone. Don’t be a fool now, Ken. Nobody has any use for a piker. IT’S .IU8T AS EASY TO SAY A THOU- i SAND AS A HUNDRED IF YOU HOLD ! YOUR MOUTH RIGHT!" i The boy was deeply’ moved. Affec- j tion, home ties, never mean so much as i when they' are almost lost. "It—it isn’t the money—I didn’t think anybody cared. It isn’t the money." "Of courses it isn't, dear—it’s the sen timent," said Kitty smoothly. Then she j hardened to practical values again—the thought of money had softened her I voice to a semblance of its old sweet- J ness. "But. Ken. a little of both helps.” Blowing him a kiss, she let herself out of a door that led to a side corri dor. while Ken set the main door wide and gazed anxiously down the hall, waiting for his welcome bearer of home tidings. At last he saw’ Tom rounding the cor ridor entrance—his eager welocme bub bled to his lips. "Tom! This way!- How are you, old man? I’m awfully glad to see you. Tom—awfully. Jove, this is something like—not just a friend, but a brother. •You haven't shaken hands yet, Tom.” “No, I don't think I w’ill, Kenneth." The eager boy drew back in hurt sur prise—but the scales of his sorrow were to be heaped fuller and fuller—measure upon measure. The joyously welcomed visit of r rom Harding had just begun! "1 got y'our letter Kenneth. I did not mention it to Alice. I was going to throw it in my waste basket at first. Then I thought I would come.” "I am in trouble, Tom. An awful mess! We have been friends always and ” "I won’t lend y’ou money!" "Tom, I’ve got to have it!" The boy’s voice was taking on a note of plead ing. This was no time, he thought, for false pride. "I couldn’t if I wanted to—and I don't." said Tom, implacably’. "I want you to lend me five hundred dollars. It’s nothing to you—it wouldn’t have been much to me once, but It’s— it's—everything—right now’.’’ The boy- tried to keep his voice steady. But this was his last hope—it meant so much— lie had rejoiced—had built so much on the fact of Tom’s visit. Kitty had been so hopeful—and sweet. "To spepd on Kitty Claire!" said Tom, in deep scorn. •‘‘Y’ou!’’ Ken jumped forw’ard fiercely —then by a great efTort controlled him self. Necessity is the mother of tact! "No! No! I’ll swallow that, Tom. A fellow learns to swallow a lot when h’s down!*' Some Truths. "THEN GET UP," said Tom. sternly. "I will, if you "Hold on! I would give a lot of five hundreds to see you where you belong— on your knees before your father. But I won’t give you five cents to spend on a woman like this." "Don’t, Tom. please—you don’t un derstand, Kitty May is ” "Kenneth, I understand all too well just what your Kitty May is! I under stand too well what her damnable spell is making of you! Haven’t I suffered for the skeleton in your cupboard? \\ hy, boy, I love your sister—as you can’t understand the word ‘love’—y T et. Alice was to have been my wife until, between you, Kitty Claire and you, you managed to break up your family and make Alice so ashamed of her name that she is even afraid to exchapge it for mine!" Ken ceased his tone of pleading. Pride—false pride— came to the rescue, and, like the foolish young Chevalier Bay ard he*was for a worthless'woman's sake, he became stern and strong. There was a fine strain in the boy—if only a good woman had strengthened that mere strain to warp and woof and fiber of fineness and strength. "That's enough! I’m groveling to you. Tom. for money right now—rigiyt in the dirt—or I’d do my best to kill you for what you have just said! Miss May “Ken, here is the key to why I wonl give you what you want. Your fathei is going to make ten times as much money as the old firm ever made. H« is a man who is bound to succeed whe# he isn’t shamefully handicapped. BI T AMONG YOU—YOU’VE BROKEN HU HEART! THAT’S WHY I HAVE X<3 ESPECIAL SYMPATHY FOR YOU* AND YOUR BUNGLED LIFE! THAT, AND THE FACT THAT ALICE CAN"! LEAVE HINT—AND SO WE ARE PAY* 1NG YOUR DEBT—ALICE AND I! SO I’VE NO MONEY FOR YOU. KE>* WHILE THINGS ARE LIKE THIS!" He turned abruptly a nd left the room. Kenneth sank into a chair—desperate, his last hope gone, his last home tit cut—and all for Kitty Claire. Kitty Claire had kept her word; Til get you, Charlie, if it’s the last thing I ever do!" There was a timid knock at the door. Kenneth remained sunk 1n dgspair An other knock. Then the door opened gently and Mary Burk stepped into thi room. To Be Continued To-morrow. But Friend Comes to Res cue With Seme Sound Ad vice, Which Was Follow ed With Gratifying Results. —or Miss Flair**, as you choose to cad her lias lived here for five weeks in the very next apartment as much re spected by me—I swear to that—as my sister is by you." “Ken! -.said Tom. deeply moved by the box s innocent, ignorant, hopelessly misplaced faith. “Ken, my boy! I don't know what I can say to you —it is all so hopeless. You are like a blind man ! can't hope to make you see! I WONDER WHAT WILL OPEN VmI’R EYES ' 6 "Flvf hundred dollars, Tom! Give to me- then go! I’ll pay It some time! somehow every cent!" "Will you come with me to y au j father. Ken? Ken. KEN, WILL Yon I GOME TO YOUR FATHER?” In fear the boy answered—but he ij„ tie knew what ids prophecy meant. "Y’ou don't know what you are ask, ing! I couldn't go to him—and nottur,, would ever bring him to me! N'othin, but death!” he added in an awe-sirucl undertone, "Ken! I know this tnucty! Some, thing happened between you here iq this room that day that has mad, Charles Nelson an old maul 1 ,j on 4 know what it was. 1 don't want to But this I do know—he will forgh, you.” S "He couldn't!” hiurmured Ken ,g nightmare horror of that blow tha. haunted him now—waking or sleeping "You've, got him wrong. Ken. you aiq your mother. I know him. Work#* with him for years—fell in love will his daughter because she was so mutt his. I'd thank God for him if I wer, his son. I would never say or feel that this map had done one wrong thing i, his life, i d say—he's a man—a ver, human man—big enough to be foi. given—big enough to know how to fori give! That's what 1 came here to tej you, Kenneth. I wish I dared say it tt your mother—although—t£ke it from me—he's better off without either otu of you!” "Perhaps. I don’t know. Perhaps Tom. it all seems wrong—and hopeless somehow.” flV' Dn da\ Pri p.a Sin .pri gov hor •ft; , F "He's been doing a man's work sine, the heavy load of an expensive familj that he carried uncomplainingly all thes. years has been taken off his back. AVhyt Ken. when I didn't suspect his mone, troubles, although I was his partner, your mother reproached me for m, ignorance because I was almost his son. i in-law. I had to be rude to a woman, for I told her she should have know, since she was 'almost his wife.’ ” "It’s all very true, I suppose, Toms but what’s the good now? It’s all a bi| too late,” said Ken. with a fixed glaz, coming over his eyes. "You won’t lenj me five hundred—well, whag's the us, of all this?” SHE OFTEN PRAYED TO DIE Nettleton, Ark,—“My troubles d&is back five years.” says Mrs. Mary Bentley, of this town. “I was first! taken with awful pains in my right side, headache and backache. 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