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T> r:cre sever Was a Man Who Did Not Read a Complimentary Letier at Least Tt d, tr i 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. Cc-" 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 * ; ■ ifiv-4 iv, By FRANCES HAT Is me w IcWJj ed life In j r -■ w io-- V in. H Mi Ui T it£‘> ... ■,! 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 £ ’Ag & % < 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 ''(UI'VJ J? Does a college i wife, Mother? She does, if s: i forget that she ill let her ’ s a ' r /m ■si i, ip pJJ M H ■ M 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 '• v mm » ’"I - ’ '^artfully discovers that the Gold \\ itch adores birds. a ljer good graces by giving her a great, snowy cockatoo. vm&teM'ik v- Wfm - 1 V /■ I )U f Snap- Sh ; jT' Mite*a Even if y< j pin your fa possible Intel i, do you 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 CHICHESTER S PILLS ” yr-’-.. TM P ill > uaiiL’it Dn • .. .. lb\ U A AsV for rIM -C !»> 8.TER> KR\M> PfLl.ft, f or 86 ▼eariknown Best, Safest. A1 ways p^iiat.1# 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. Costs less Bakes Better CALUMET BAKING M POWDER -that’s one thing you are r <*• — looking for in these days of high living cost—Calumet insures a wonder ful savin# in your bakinff. But it does more. Itinsureswholesome food,tasty food - uniformly raised food. Calumet is made right—to sell right—to bake right. Ask one of the millions of woinen who use it—or ask your grocer. RECEIVED HIGHEST AWARDS World’s Pure Food Expos?: on, Chic^co, III. Paris Exposition, France, March, llil2. 'Ton ^ t *, MW aen . T w fe eil y9n fcay cfcen* or M* ™ -dtisc r ' : ” .& ’ A BayCale f 11 » aore ecoBOHicd more wiolowme-giT^ to... i :r ;p«ncr ti socr nii.k xcd toda. (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.” >d Is the w AT &UT cut. an instant o to him a tim'n .’ her blushes c Up-to-Date Jokes "V J 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 - : •; . >.”>■» '*'•; ■ *■ “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 . . • ' Is? Tf IE 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 can such wonderful rdf links be found or f glorious roads for •coloring or such ideal e ditions for any of the other sports, outs: 1 i»r • aiiorma the mother, he is the n^me of ’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. Uni ion Paci*^ & Standard Road of the Wett “Lot an in 11 .: k here, Mr. Editor,” exclaimed ! le caller, “you referred to me lay • as a reformed drunkard, iUhl apologize, or I’ll sue you) well, sir,” replied the editor, i- t the statment cheerfully f du haven’t reformed.” Operates excellent c/ trains from OmaK- City, St. Louis and Chic a ,o, over a well bail ji bed of heavy double tr oks, protected by Auto Electric Block Safety Signals. C. M. ROLLINGS, T. P. A. 620 Woodv ,rd Bldg. Birmingham, Ala. A. J. DUTCHER, G. A. 908 Olive Street St. Louis, Mo. I i !h H: il il t; 1 mi i 'i J