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I f There Never Was a Man Who Did Not Read ■2/ ! Complimentary Letter at Least Twice MAGAZINE the family 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. S’ to* 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. & 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 mm W8m HH jy- MY Sc \ iY 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 : r* )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. :oring CHICHESTER S PILLS '—- TIIK IJIAMONb l)KA>tt CT J-jdl..! A.k ,..r t>ra..Ut [ , J HI, in R.4 ,„d «„| d „e„||lc\V bo.n,. ««l e d with Blue Ribbon. V/ 2 “*« »• ofh.ii. Bn. of .... V Ask for CIEI-CITe HTRE> ~ n wahom, brand pills, f„ K tf ye*rski,owoa,B«st,S,f«st, AlwkykReli.bl, SOLD BV DRUGGISTS EVFRVWHFPf “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.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. 11 \ r* y talk I Costs Less Bakes Better CALUMET BAKING POWDER ECONOMY— one Diinff yon looking for in these days high living cost—Calumet insures a wonder ful saving in vour baking. But it does more. It insures wholesome food, tasty food—uniformly raised foot I ( alumet is made right—to sell right - to bake right. Ask one of the millions of women who use it—or ask your groper. RECEIVED HIGHEST AWARDS World’* Pure Food Exposition. Chicago, 1U. Pari* Exposition. Prance, March, 1912. I,)*' *•’• *»•« .1. ... V.T rV.., ». Mj-r.o UliM eowder. n.n’t l. *»M. B.tC.1.-^, 1 ’*»•« * .••■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. 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