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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
Adapted from the Big Broadway Success
By Owen Davis.
(Novelised by?
The Gold Witch s>
feeing Tht' Adventures of
a Golden-Haired Heiress.
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By STELLA FLO 11
Tom Finds That "Peace at Ant/ Frier" Is a Danorrons 'lotto.
Copyright. 1013. International
1 ABLOf
TALES
From Owen Davis - iMay now being pre-
•pnted at the Playhouse, New York, by
W ikiani A. Brady.-(-Copyright, 1913, by
International New^ Service.!
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
I am not a fine friend—I am his
mother's companion," said Mary with
tier sweet absence of false pride. "I
am very fond of Kenneth—and very sure
•hat the frirl he has chosen for his wife
must he a good woman.”
Kitty answered in amazement. But
gracious she would not be—that is a
task that a bad woman will not set her-
self to meet the kindness of a good
woman with gra elousness. Perhaps she
hales too deeply the woman who stands
for all she might have been!
"You are a new sort to me. I don’t
know your kind. I won’t wait, Ken.”
Her trained eye had visioned that roll
of bills on the table. Kitty could almost
scent the aroma of a treasury bill!
"I')l get that dress,” said Miss May
easily.
“That isn't my .money, Kitty!” said
Kenneth sternly. I
"Didn't Mr. Harming
"No."
•Tv© got to get that dress.” Kitty j
was almost whining noxV.
"It is your money, Kenneth!” Maryj gjg
came closer in her eagerness, and laid
her hand In gentle pleading on the boy’s
arm,
“Oh. so you brought'it? That’s good
of you—I’ll ” Kitty attempted an
ra?y, light manner of suitable grati
tude.
Kenneth spoke with sharp stern
ness. »
"Put that money back!” Mary Burk’s
savings should not—could not be spent
?o make Kitty May fine for a lark with
Pick Le Roy— this was the thought in
Mis strained and harassed brain.
The Last Chance.
“I will not. I ” whined Kitty, in
a voice that threatened to snarl. The
alley cat was fighting for its freedom
now.
“PUT IT BACK—NOW.”
He turned to her so fiercely—so reso
lutely—with such a sudden access of ft
new pride in his bearing, that Kitty
fairly leaped away from him in feaa.
She dropped the money on the table—
and tried to cover the incident from th#
prying oyes of “that girl” with a scorn
ful smile. Kenneth walked quickly to
the table, and seizing the bills in a
strong clasp, fairly forced them into
Mary’s hands. The breath from the
mse garden fairly tortured hi$ senses
now. Mary seemed as far removed f
from his sordid surroundings as if’ sh€;
were in some fairy castle in Rpainyin
’ome castle he might never reach or
realize. He looked at her, and then
Hosed his eyes for a moment to still the
poignant agony of the beautiful “might
Have been.” The Blue Bird of Jiappi- j
ness had sung at his own fireside—and
h* had never marked the tune until it
was too late!
"Go, please!” he said to the girl to
whom his whole being was calling out.
“Everything that has gone before is
^nly a bad dream. It has never been.
Stay—Oh. stay, STAY!”
"Go, please Mary-you must go- , There w&a a au)ky pau5e . Kitty felt
Now! at once . , ,,
.. , , , - , , ' no jealousy -she would never measure
^ pn enth. cried Mary, In deep dis- | ^f ary Burk’s rare quiet charm as a men-
ress ' j ace to her own humming bird vitality—
“Go, Mary " " T " x *
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Is there s.uch a t
unanimitv among w
household ?
Yes. Child. They
i th1«*- That Father';-
I for another Winter.
When a woman be
meat
or
j It mean.**, iny
; In sight for her.
looks of it.
ind that
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Whv r . Mother Mine, i
I urally drift into com
talking to women?
They don’t. Little O
| terpretation that mak«
j complimentary. If a
■ woman has an un
; thinks he means she
he says her letters sol
she takes that to mea
interesting.
the
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Does a college
i wife, Mother?
She does, if s:
i forget that she
ill let her ’
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What Mother MIno,
| Man?
Jt is always. IJ tile On
| woman’s description of 1
j didn’t get.
Are there any women
who think it wicked to i
ing machine on Sundays’
Yes, Child, and there a!
until sewing machines ;
with soft pedals.
Ideal
will be
'ovlded
1
As
What, Mother,
yelio disposition^
It is trfat disr
nice young girl;
learn the men.
angelic dispositlo
is me
Ky
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mm
» ’"I - ’ '^artfully discovers that the Gold \\ itch adores birds.
a ljer good graces by giving her a great, snowy cockatoo.
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Snap-
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Even if y<
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possible Intel
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hundred
So he wins his wav back into
T
HE ungrateful bird is devoted to the Gold Witch, but it jealously hates Tom, flying at
him and screeching whenever he goes n ar her. * " ~
soilirg yeur skirts—without fading the
rose. I’ll always remember to-day. But
go—please go!” %
He opened the door. Almost in tears
—stumbling--grieving for the lover
whom she could not shield, Mary went
out of the room—and as the boy to
whom true love had come—too late-
I thought, out of his life!
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
Mistaken.
(Novelized by)
over. The moment for action had come, was too wise to be caught with the
Chief Dempster returned hastily to the 1 goods; and now he’s been caught —p*r-
room, donning his hat and coat as he j haps—perhaps by some one he thought
walked. | he had trapped,” speculated the Chief.
“My excuses, gentlemen, but I’m • “Oh. yes—I forgot you had been away
called from here on a murder.”
that is all I dare trust
myself to say! We are all rotten here—
all of us! For God’s sake keep away!
Don’t come near us any more. You are
•ike a rose, Mary—and the air Is poison
Here! You can’t come near us without
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SOU) BY DRUGGISTS EVFRYWHFR5
to her own peony gayety! But the
money! She had almost had the fine
flush of power from a full pocketbook
again.
“So? You had money and you gave
it away!” There was a sort of still
hatred in her voice. ’
“Not her money . ' said Ken brokenly.
He walked over to the window’ and
gazed out out into the clean sunshine,
i!e scarcely dared dream of his lost
Mary ir. this room.
“What do we care WHOSE money
ate you going to let me starve?” Kit-
tv's petulant tones broke in on his rev
erie.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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(From the play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial .rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
( ^ \ t;s: And Dempster is going to
Y talk, to me about it—seriously
as soon as that phone call's
done for.” a
But something eLe \\;is /lone for, and
Chief Dempster v\ould never again talk
of Dutch Dugan’s expedition lo Cap
tain Harry Holbrook.
With ahaf confidence off his mind,
for Larry Holbrook was sure that
Father Shannon would know how he
most always carry guns to a. people
from the Rio Grande to Patagonia if a
despot were setting himself up against
them Larry turned to other matters.
“How long will you be in Washing
ton, father?”
“Indefinitely, I hope. Why?”
“I’ve a packet of papers here. I
brought them to leave with you if you
were in the country.”
“What kind of papers?”
“At Port Arthur the Japs fetched in
a Christian from the other camp. He
had a hole through his lungs and there
wasn’t a priest in 20 miles. He asked
me to take these and a book to his
people here. When T first came hack,
two years ago. I'd left the envelope in
a trunk In San Francisco, and so I’ve
put it off, and now this trip of Dugan’s
takes me away again ’
“I’ll be glad to keep it.”
And some day Larry Holbrook would
be glad he had helped bury an un
known chap from “the other camp.”
“Thank you, father, and maybe you’ll
find the people yourself; that’s the fam
ily name on the outside.”
“He wrote a bad hand,” said the
father, trying vainly to decipher it.
“But he was dying, you say?”
“That’s my writing, and it’s not a
bad hand!” said the captain in a tope
of mock-heroic resignation.
But the time for mock-heroics was
so long and wouldn’t know the secrets
“Oh, it’s the shank of the evenin’ and i of our underworld, Larry Well, the
I’m pining for excitement. Take me i man’s name probably won’t mean anv-
along,” said Holbrook, idly. j thing to you either. It is Flagg lud-
And the god of Jests would balance I son Flagg. He was the vilesi bl < !
the life of the girl Holbrook loved on mailer at large and now he’s done
a moment as casual as this. I for!*
i When *we sec the shadows of destiny
they lie always behirid, never before,
j Holbrook felt no stir of premonition t*hat
“Who did it?”
Donell shok his head—and the two
men began to confer ns ot some of the
detail that had been gone through.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
An American, mororing
small Scotch town, was j
excessive speed.
"Didn’t you see that r
slow?’ ’’ inquired the polio
“Course I did,” returned
“hut I thought it referred
little town.”
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cut. an instant o
to him a tim'n
.’ her blushes c
Up-to-Date Jokes
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While on the Pacific
Coast read the
A San Francisco Examiner
The Two Detective*.
ii \ MURDER!" exclaimed Father
A-\ Shannon. "Larry, ye rogue,
where will you be finding your
interests next? I’m thinking I’ll bo of
more service to the living if I go home
and get a good night’s sleep now
but, if you lads need me, you’ll know
I’m on call.”
Out into th*e night went Chief Demp
ster and Captain Holbrook speculating
casually about the crime and the crim
inal. In the background of Holbrook’s
consciousness always was the thought
of the slender girl he loved—the girl of
whose love he was sure—and of whose
mysterious refusal of him he was sadly
soon to know the cause. And as they
traversed the silent midnight streets of
our nation’s Capital, the girl of whom
Holbrook was ever dreaming was cower
ing in her room, struggling to forget the
horror she had endured that evening—
and wildly questioning herself again and
again, “What have I done?”
In Jqdson Flaggs chamber of hor
ror all was just as it had been half an
hour before. The police had come
quickly in answer to Tommy's wild
shouting; the machinery of the law
was in motion. Judson Flagg, master
criminal, was at last victim instead of
vanquisher—the deadly foe of society
had perished and the law he had al
ways managed to evade was back of
him now—it would trace the doer of the
deed. The law, which he had twisted
and distorted to his evil uses, would
proceed coldly and systematically to
trace its latest criminal. They say
“dead men tell no tales,’ but in Judson
Flagg's hands there were still gripped in
that final clutch of death an iron bill-
file and a girl's emerald brooch.
In death, as in life, Judson Flagg
was an insatiable—an implacable—foe.
“Say, Chief. I’m showing a touching
|rust in your case—just where am I so
blindly going?—who's your murdered
man?” asked Holbrook as the two men
hurried through the blackness of night
to the blackness of death, and the hor
ror of what the den of the spider would
soon disclose to Lawrence Holbrook.
“A lawyer—a blackmailing chap-—we
could never get our hands on him, he
the death of Judson Fbig;
tricably woven with the life
of the girl lie ioved.
A Slip.
The Goodleys once had a parrot
Of course, it was a perfectly re
whs in? x 1 speetable bird, occasionally, but or
or death 'Sunday evenings, when Mr. Saintly
p;i d his regular \i»its, it wa.<
leemod advisable to cover Polly with
to hear <<f i tt clolh -
ie since I j Recently, however, Mr. Saintly took
*dvantage of the half-holiday ac
cruing to him through the Shop Act,
and made an extra call on a Wed-
, nesday. As he was ushered in Miss
announcement Mary Goodley dexterously threw the
r
fe*
n
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“Oh, yes, 1 have managed to hear of
Flagg even in the short time since I 1
returned. In fact, 1 suspect him of
having been the blackguardly author
of thp announcement of my engage
ment to Miss Graham.”
“Blackguardly? The
of your engagement to Aline Graham?” I .cloth over Polly’s cage. Greetings
asked the Chief in surprise. Later this :>ver * there ensued the usual awkwar^
idle remark would do great ■ ’ , ' ' ,i h was broken by a equeek
both Holbrook ami Aline [r ™, covered isk,:-
" ell. I 11 be everlastingly blessed,'
Oh, solely on her account T re < a id Polly, "this has been a thunder-
gretted it for her—and I almost traced i mg short week.”
it to Flagg—but you know it is harder . . •
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Where?
to run down a rumor than to dodge a
creditor, and he sidestepped it.”
“Oh, here we are, Larry, the sensa
tion mongers are on hand already. See
the woman trying to break through the
dead line the police have established,
and see the edifying sight of ‘one ot
the finest’ threatening h*r with his
club.”
“It doesn’t take jackals and vultures
lone to scent a dead body, Chief.”
The two men approached the steps of
Judson Flagg’s mansion.
“Stand back, there, or I’ll bounce this
club off your head!’ called a friendly
voice.
“YES, you will,” said the <’hfef with
out condescending to explain to the of
ficious servant of the law just whom
he was addressing.
“Need any help, sergeant?” called a
voice from the window. Then it went
on in horror “Oh. it’s you. Chief
Dempster. Beg pardon. Chief, for me
and me friend. We’re a bit overready,
I’m thfViklng. Will you come straight
in. Chief?”
“That’s what I’m here for, Donnell.
Come, Captain.”
“What have you got here, Donnell?”
asked Chief Dempster, us he came
through the heavy portieres into 1m<
den of death.
“Somebody’s put the counselor w;i\
for the big sleep,” answered Donnell.
In a small country church, not long
since, a little child was brought for
ward for baptism. The young min
ister, taking the little on.© in his
arms, spoke as follows:—
“Beloved hearers, no one can fore
tell the future of this little child. H»
may grow up to be a great astrdno
mer. like Sir Isaac Newton, or a
great labor leader like John Burns;
and it is possible he might become 1
President.
Turning to
quired, ‘What
:hild ?
“Mary Ann.” was the reply
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’Tis the sportsman’s paradise. Go out there •
winter. You owe yourself and your family sue:
a trip. Make your reservation today over tb
Visitor (at the National Gallery)
“Why, them's the very pictures 1 saw '
here the day before yesterday.’*
Attendant (dryly); “Quite likely.* !
Visitor: “Then the landlord where!
I’m staying is wrong. He told me
that the pictures was changed daily
in all the leadin’ picture houses.
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lay • as a reformed drunkard,
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well, sir,” replied the editor,
i- t the statment cheerfully f
du haven’t reformed.”
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