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CUPBOARD
Adapted from the Bi 9 Broadway Success
By Owen Davis.
I Novelized byl
The Gold Witch jt
Eteuix the Adventures of
a Golden-Haired Heiress.
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So. J f ~- Tom Finds That "Peace at Any Price" Is a Dangerous Motto
By STELLA FLORES
n opyrljch:, 11*13. InternAticnsl V*w* 5>srn.-e.
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Fro”- Owen Davis* play now being pre-
A'-.hi at the Playhouse, New York, by
W main A Brady—Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT
I a m not a fine friend—I am his
other's companion,” said Mary with
, er «weet absence of false pride. *‘I
im very fond of Kenneth—and very sure
-.at the girl he has chosen for his wife
r ,ust be a good woman.”
Kitty answered in amazement. But
^raHous she would not be—that is a
that a bad woman will not set her-
t ,-. _t 0 meet the kindness of a good
n man with graciousness. Perhaps she
ates 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 j
scent the aroma of a treasury biil!
I'll get that dress.” said Miss May .
sily.
•That isn't my money, Kitty!” said |
Kenneth sternly.
••Didn't Mr. Harding ”
"No."
ve got to get that dress.” Kitty i
was* ; !m"St whining now.
It is vour money. Kenneth!” Mary |
ame Noser in her eagerness, and laid |
uer hand in gentle pleading on the boy's
arm.
"Oh. so you brought it? That’s good
you I’ll ” Kitty attempted an j
eas? light manner of suitable grati- I
•ude. !
Kenneth spoke with sharp stem- |
Put that money back!” Mary Burk’s
-avings shou'd not—could not be spent
! o make Kitty May fine for a lark with
| Dick Le Roy—this was the thought in
■ is strained and harassed brain.
| The Last Chance.
I will not. I ” whined Kitty, in
4 voice that threatened to snarl. The
nley cat was lighting for its freedom
DOW.
PUT IT BACK—NOW.”
He turned to her so fiercely—so reso-
ltely—with such a sudden access of a
new pride in his bearing, that Kitty
fairly leaped away from him in fear.
.She dropped the money on the table—
and trieti to cover the incident from the
prying eyes of ‘ that girl” with a scorn
ful smile Ker.sath walked quickly to
the table, and seizing the bills in a
strong clasp, fairly forced them into
Mary's hands. The breath from the
"ose garden fairly tortured his senses
ow. Mary seemed as far removed
rom his sordid surroundings as if she
were in some fairy castle in Spain—in
some castle he might never reach or
realize. He looked at her, and then
Iosed his eyes for a moment to still the
poignant agony of the beautiful “might
nave been.” The Blue Bird ,of Happi-
ies8 had sung at his own fireside—and
he 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
only a bad dream. It has never been.
Stay—Oh, stay, STAY!”
"Go, please. Mary—you must go—
Now - at once!”
“Kenenth!” cried Mary, in deep dis-
' r*»Rs
"Go. Mary, that is all I dare tru.st
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 a g a j n
!| ke a rose, Mary—and the air Is poison !
hers! You can’t come near us without
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By FRANCES L. 0ARS1DE
1 Y THAT is meant, Mother, by
W beautiful aa a dream?”
It is an egprejwion. My*
1 child, which men use idly, and women,
without thinking, accept as a compli
ment. In dreams, something big arui
black with cruel teeth and eves and
claws, is chasing the dreamer, if *.
j woman looked like that, she would b*»
I locked up.
Is there such a thing. Mother, a*
unanimity among women of the same
household ?
Yes, Child. The\ always agree on
this: That Father’s overcoat will dm
j for another Winter.
When a woman begins to talk or at
(talking to women*
They don't. Little One; it is the in
terpretation that makes their remarks
complimentary. Tf a man says a
woman ha* ati unusual face, she
j thinks he means she is beautiful. If
j he says her letters sound just like her
, forget that she is a college graduate.
It is always, .Little One.
woman’s description of the
; didn’t get.
Are there any women left. Mother,
who think it wicked to use the sew-
ing machine on Sundays?
Yes, Child, and there always will b*-
until sewing machines are provided
with soft pedals.
gelio disposition?”
It is that disposition which maiD
nice young girls have before they
learn the men. After a girl with an
angelic disposition has met and loved
cnangea as it »ne had been pur
on to boil and molded all over aga’r
:
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)M artfully discovers that the Gold Witch adores birds. So be wins his way back into
her good graces by giving her a great, snowy cockatoo.
T HE ungrateful bird is devoted to the Gold Witch, but it je.alously hates T
him and screeching whenever he goes near her.
soiling your 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 s)\e could not shield. Mary went
out of the room—and as the boy to J
whom true love had come—too late— j
thought, out of his life!
There was a sulky pause. Kitty felt
no Jealousy—she would never measure
Mary Burk’s rare quiet charm as a men
ace to her own humming bird vitality—
to her own peony gayety! But the
money! She had almost had the fine
flush of power from a full pocketbook
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
Mistaken.
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“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.
He scarcely dared dream of his lost
Mary in this room.
“What do we care WHOSE money—
are you going to let me starve?” Kit
ty’s petulant tones broke in on his rev
erie.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
(Novelized by>
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, Xew York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
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’*»•« * .••■mail moi, b.l rr.oh» t. (rr '.pn.r t. le.ib «•»
And Dempster Is going to
v to me about It—seriously
as soon as that phone call’s
done for.”
But something else was done for. and
Chief Dempster would never again talk
of Dutch Dugan’s expedition to Cap
tain Harry Holbrook.
With a hat confidence off his mind,
for Larry 1 lolbrook was sure that
Father Shannon would know how he
must 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, 1 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 I first came back,
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 ramp."
“Thank you. father, and maybe you'll
find the people yourself; that’s the fam
ily name on the outside
“He wrote a bad l
father, trying vainl.x i
“But he was dying. \ ou say
I over. The moment for action had come. ^ was too wise to be caught with the
Chief Dempster returned hastily to the goods; and now he's been caught—per-
I room, donning his hat and coat as he I haps—perhaps by some one he thought
j walked. ; he had trapped,” speculated the Chief.
“My excuses, gentlemen, but I’m j “Oh. yes—I forgot you had been away
called from here on a murder.” j 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 l mai's name probably won’t mean any-
along,” said Holbrook, idly. j thing to you either. It is Flagg—Jud-
And the god of Jests would balance ! son Flagg. He was the vilest black-
the life of the girl Holbrook loved on ] mailer at large -and now he’s done
a foment as casual aa this. | for!’
- i When we see the shadows of destiny
j they lie always behlxfd. never before,
j Holbrook felt nv stir of premonition that
i the death of Judson Flagg was inex-
j tricably woven with the life—or death—
! of the girl he loved.
“Who did it?”
Donell shok his head and Hie two
men began to confer as ot some of the
detail that had been gone through
To Be Continued To-morrow.
An American, in
I small Scotch town, was pulled up for
| excessive speed.
“Didn’t you see
! slow?' ” inquired ft
Snap- -Jt
Shots
Even if you believe in signs, do you
possible interpretations of them*
* * *
Blessed is the woman who doe* not
j repeat her emphatic* statements s«.
strongly when she is trying to help the
world that she generates friction in-
r*cad of progress!
AT SUNSET.
Bv Robert Loveman
! The sum. departing, kissed the summer
that notice
■ policeman
“Course 1 did,’
“but I thought it
littl« town.”
sky.
Then bent an instant o'er her beating
breast;
She lifts to him a timid, tear-stained
eye.
referred to the darned And lo! her blushes crimson all the
TV eat.
returned the Vault
|Up-to-Date Jokes
“A;
The Two Detectives.
MURDER!” exclaimed Father
Shannon. “Larry, ye rogue,
where will you he finding your
Interests next'.' I'm thinking I’ll be of
more service to the living If I go home A Slip,
and get a good night’s sleep now—
but, if you lads need me. you’ll know
I’m on call."
Out into the 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 Judson Flagg’s 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
The Goodleys once had
parrot S
Of course, it was a perfectly re- I
spectable bird, occasionally, but o.i
Sunday evenings, when Mr. Saintly
paid his regular visits, It was
deemed advisable to cover Polly with j
a cloth.
Recently, however, Mr Saintly tool. ’
advantage of the half-holiday ac-
! cruiiLg to him through the Shop Act,
of the announcement of my engage- | and mada an extra ca „ Qn w
ment to Miss Graham.” j ne.day. As he was ushered in Mis,
“Blackguardly? The announcement ' Mary Goodley dexterously threw the
of your engagement to Aline Graham?” | Hoth over Polly’s cage. Greetings
asked the Chief in surprise. I^ater this j 9ver » tfi p re ensued the usual awkwar,,
idle remark would do great harm to P auHe » which was broken by a squeak
from the covered cage:
"Well. I’ll be everlastingly blessed ”
"Oh, solely on her account. I re- j sa ld Polly, “this has been a thunder
ing short week.”
“Oh, yes, I have managed to
Flagg even in the short time
returned. In fact, I suspect
having been the blackguardly
hear of
since I
him of
author
and Aline,
on her account,
gretted it for her—and I almost traced
it to Flagg—but you know it is harder
to run down a rumor than to dodge a
creditor, and he sidestepped it”
“Oh, here we are, Harry, the sensa
tion mongers are on hand already. See
the woman trying to break through the
dead line the j>olice have established,
and see the edifying sight of 'one of
the finest’ threatening her with his
club.”
“It doesn't take jackals and vultures
long to scent a dead body. Chief.”
The tw<» men approached the steps of
Judson Flagg's mansion.
“Stand back, there, or I'll bounce this
ailed a friendly
But the time for mock-heroics was
ways managed to evade was back of
him now—it would trace the doer of the j off your head!’
deed. The law. which he had twisted ; voice
and distorted to his evil uses, would “YES. you will,” said the Chief with-
d." said The i proceed coldly and systematically to j ou ^ condescending to explain to the of-
decipher it. trace its latest criminal. They say J ficious servant of the law just whom
i “dead men tell no tales.’ but in Judson
' “That’s my writing, and it's not a j Jagg’s hands there were still gripped in
bad hand!” said the captain in a tone that final clutch of death an iron Hill -
of mock-heroic resignation. J 1*1*? and a girl s emerald brooch.
fn death, as in life, Judson Flagg
was an insatiable—an implacable—foe.
“Say, Chief, I’m showing a touching
trust in your case—just where am 1 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 w'ould
goon disclose to Lawrence Holbrook.
“A lawyer—a blackmailing chap—we
could never got our hands on him, h«
While on the Pacific
Coast read the
San Francisco Examiner
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 thinking. 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, as he came
through the heavy portieres into the
den of death.
“Somebody's put the counselor a wax
DM ric big sleep,' answered Donnell.
In a small country church, not long
since, a little child waft brought for
ward for baptism. The young min
ister, taking H'ne little on.e in his
arms, spoke as follows:—
“Beloved hearers, no one can fore
tell the future of this little child. He
may grow up to be a great astrono
mer, like Sir Isaac Newton, or a
great labor leader like John Burns;
and it is possible he might becoin<
President.
Turning to the mother, he In-
quired, “What Is the rjune of ths i
:hild?
“Mary Ann.” was the reply.
Visitor <at 'he National Gallery i;
“Why, them's the very pictures I saw j
here the da before yesterday.”
Attendant (dryly); yuite likely-
Visitor: “Then the landlord where
I'm staying is wrong. He fold rn*
that the plots res was changed dally
In all the leadin' picture houses
* * *
"Look here, Mr. Editor,” exclaimed
an irate caller, you referred to me
yesterday as a reformed drunkard
You must apologize, or I’ll sue your
paper for libel.”
• \>i > well, sir." replied the editor.
“I’ll i^trnct the statment cheerfully
I ,1 >ou haven’t reformed. -
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