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p LCUINUM Y—"that s one thing you arr ' looking for in these days of high living cost—Calumet insures a wonder ful saving in your baking. But it does more. It insures wholesome food,tasty foot! uniformly raised food. Calumet is made nght—to sell right— to hake right. Ask one of the millions of women who use it—or ask your grocer. RECEIVED HIGHEST AWARDS World** Pure Food Exposition, Chicago, 111. Para* Exposition. France, March, 1912. b*y cheap ®r ki;>m h*ki*c P* w ie fion't be mslei Boy Caluiae.V soar *:to» beat raitlu. Caloaaat u hr e pen or to nut *i,k toU tad*. There Never Was a Man Who Did Not Read a Complimentary Letter at Least Twice MAGAZINE ~~ THE FAMILY CUPBOARD The Gold Witch A Tom Finds Thai Peace at Any Price Is a Dangerous Motto. By STELLA FLORES C-opyrlght, 1913, International New* Service. Adapted from the Big Broadway Success By Owen Davis. (Novelized byl -From ctwen navis* pla^v now being pre sented at the Playhouse. New York, by W'iHmm A Brad' Copyright, 1913, by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT I am not a .fine friend—I am his mother’s companion." said Mary with her sweet absence of false pride. “I am very fond of Kenneth—and very sure that the girl he has chosen for his wife must be 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 graciousness. Perhaps she hates 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 " Tier trained eye had visioned that roll of bills on the table. Kitty could almost scent the aroma of a treasury hill! ‘Til get that dress” said Miss May easily. "That isn’t my money. Kitty!" said Kenneth sternly. "Didn’t Mr. Harding "No." “I’ve got to get that dress ' Kitty was almost whining now. "It is your money. Kenneth!” Mary came closer in her eagerness, and lain her hand in gentle pleafling on the boy’s arm. "Oh. so you brought It? That's good of you—I’ll ’’ Kitty attempted an easy, light manner of suitable grati tude. Kenneth spoke with sharp stern ness * "Put that money back!" Mary Burk's savings Should noi could not be spent to make Kitty May fine for a lark with Dick Le Roy this was the thought in his strained and harassed brain The Last Chance. "1 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 lute!: - with tHich 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— nnd tried to cover the Incident from the prying eyes of "that girl" with a scorn fu* smile, ivenneth walked quickly to the table, and seizing the bills in a strong clasp, fairly forced them into Mary’s hands. The breath from the rose garden fairly tortured his senses now Mary seemed as far removed from 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 closed his eyes for a moment to still the poignant agony of the beautiful "might have been." The Blue Bird of Happi ness had sung at his own fireside and he had never marked the tune until it wa.< 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!" "Oft, please. Mary—you must go— Now! at once!" "Kenenth! ’ cried Mary, in deep dis tress. "Go. Mary, that is all I dare trust myself to say! We are ail rotten here— ail of us! For God's sake keep away! Don’t come near us any more. You are like a rose. Mary—and the air is poison here! You can’t come near us without CHICHESTER S PILLS TRK DIAMOND BRAND. A ter'e l>l-m..nd Hrmmd//£\ I III* In krd »n,i oId n.rulhcW' «”*«*• »wried with Plue Rrit>on. V/ 1 no •tbnr ltur of y« Nr * riV Ul k f, ’ r( < UK*.TFK‘M IMAM..N1, 11 KIM. I-ILI H. TABLOID TALES By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. \Y 7 HA T Is meant, Mother, by “ a * ' beautiful as a dream?" It is an expression. Hy child, which men use idly, and women, without thinking, accept as a compl ment. In dreams, something big and black, with cruel teeth and eyes and claws, is chasing the dreamer. If a woman looked like that, she would be looked up. Is there such a thing, Mother, as unanimity among women of the same household? les. Child. They always agree on this: That Father's overcoat will do for another Winter. When a woman begins to talk of at last having found a Kindred Son! among the other sex, what does It mean. Mother Dear? It means, my Child, that trouble is in sight for her, and that she likes the looks of it. Why, Mother Mine, do men Just na’- urally drift into compliments when talking to women? They don't. Little One; it is the in terpretation that makes their remarks complimentary. If a man says a woman has an unusual face, she thinks he means she is beautiful. 1' he says her letters sound Just like her she takes that to mean that they are Interesting. Does a college graduate make a good wife, Mother? She does, if she will let her husband forget that she is a college graduate. What Mother Mine, is an Idea' | Man? It is always, Little One, a married j woman’s description of the kind she | 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 be until sewing machines are provided with soft pedals. What, Mother, is meant by “an gelic disposition?” It is that disposition which many | nice young girls have before they [ learn the men. After a girl with an angelic disposition has met and loved j a man and married him she becomes I as changed as if she had been put [ on to boil and molded all over again Snap- s •-** Shots r JM artfully her good discovers that the Gold Witch adores birds. So he wins his way back into good graces by giving her a great, snowy cockatoo. 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. years k »o*n as Brat. Saf**t. 41 wavs RelluLl* SOIDBV DRUGGISTS EVERVWKI I* • oiling your skirts—without fading the rose. I’ll always remember to-day. But go—please go!" He opened the door. Almost in (ears —stumbling Ki'liVinK for the lover whom she could not shield. Mary went out of the room and as the boy to whom true love bad come too late 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! Sbe had almost had the fine flush of power from u full pocketbook again. "So” You had money and you gave it away'. ' There was a sort of still hatred in her voice. “Nqt her nu>ney?" said Ken brokenly. He \vu l feed over to the window - and gazed out out Into the clean sunshine. He scan ely dared dream «*f his lost Mary in this room "What do we care WHOSE innnev are you going in let me starve'.’" Kit- tv’jt petulant tones broke In on his rev erie AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (Novelized by) To Be,.Continued To-morrow. Cozts Less Bakes Belter CALUMET BAKIH2 POWDER (Front the borough, no\ Thirty-ninth Seriai rights pla\ by George Sear- j being presented at the \ treet Theater, New York, held and copyrighted by rvlce.) International News TO-DAY ’S INSTALLMENT over. The moment for action had come. Chief Dempster returned hastily to the room, donning his hat and coat as he walked. "My excuses, gentlemen, but I’m called from here on a murder." "Oh. it's the shank of the evenin’ and I’m pining for excitement. Take me along," said Holbrook, idly. And the god of Jests would balance the life of the girl Holbrook loved on a moment as casual as this s: And Dempster is g»*ing to tHllt to me about li 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 ahat confidence off his mind, for Larry Holbrook 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 1 first came back, i 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 I ! takes me away again." "I’ll be glad to keep it." And some day Larry Holbrook would j 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 fain- | ily name or* the outside." . "He w rote a bad hand," said the I father, trying valnlj 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 tone i of mock-heroic resignation. But the time for mock-heroics was While on the Pacific Coast read the San Francisco Examiner The Two Detectives. MURDER!" exclaimed Father Shannon. "Larry, ye rogue, where will you be finding your interests next” I’m thinking I’ll be 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 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 cow er 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 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- tile an<l 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 trust in your case - just where am l so hlindix 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 \ lawver a blackmailing chip wc could never get our hands ou him, lie was too wise to be caught with the goods; and now lie’s been caught—per haps—perhaps by some one he thought he had i rapped," speculated the Chief. "Oh. yes—I forgot you had been away so long and wouldn’t know the secrets of our underworld. Larry. Well, the man’s name probably won't mean any thing to you either. It is Flagg— Jud son Flagg. He was the vilest black mailer at large and now- he’s done for!' When we see the shadow’s of destiny they lie always behivtd, never before. Holbrook felt no stir of premonition fhat the death of Judson Flagg was* inex tricably woven with the life—or death— of the girl he loved A Slip. “Oh, yes, I have managed to hear of Flagg even in the short time since I returned. In fact, I suspect him of having been the blackguardly author of the announcement of my engage ment to Miss Graham." "Blackguardly ? The announcement of your engagement to Aline Graham?" asked the Chief in surprise, letter this idle remark would do’ great harm to both Holbrook and Aline. "Oh, solely on her account. I re 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, bere 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 of the finest' threatening her with his club." "It doesn’t take jackals and vultures long 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 Chief 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 thinking Will you come straight in. Chief?" "That's what I'm here for. Donnell. Como. 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 away for liie log sleep, answered Donnell "Who did it?" Donell shok his head—and the two men began to confer as ot some of the detail that had been gone through. To Be Continued To-morrow. Mistaken. An American, motoring through a small Scotch town, was pulled up for excessive speed. "Didn’t you see that notice, "Dead slow?’ ” inquired the policeman. "Course I did,** returned the Yankee, "but I thought it referred to the darned little town." Even if you believe in signs, do you i pin your faith in any of the hundred possible interpretations of them? * * * Blessed is the woman who does not • repeat her emphatic statements so strongly when she is trying to help the world that she generates friction in stead .of progress! * * * AT SUNSET. By Robert Loveman. The sun. departing, kissed the summer sky, Then bent an instant o'er her beating breast; She lifts to him a timid, tear-stained eye. And lo! her blushes crimson all the West. |Up-to-Date Jokes The Goodlcys once had a parrot. Of course, it was a perfectly re spectable bird, occasionally-, but on { Sunday evenings, when Mr. Saintly ! P ai< i regular visits, it was deemed advisable to cover Polly with a cloth. , Recently, however, Mr. Saintly took I advantage of the half-holiday ac- J cruin-g to him through the Shop Act, ! and made an extra call on a Wed nesday. As he was ushered in Miss Mary Goodley dexterously threw the cloth over Polly's cage. Greetings aver, there ensued the usual awkwarj pause, which was broken by a squeak from the covered cage: "Well, I'll be everlastingly blessed," said Polly, “this has been a thunder ing short week.” • • • 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.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 become President. Turning to the mother, he quired, "What is the name :hild? “Mary Ann,” was the reply. • • • Visitor (at the National Gallery): "Why, them's the very pictures I 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. m * v "Look here. Mr. Editor,” exclaimed an irate caller, "you referred to mo yesterday as a reformed drunkard. You must apologize, or I’ll sue your paper for libel." "Very well, sir." replied the editor. "1*11 retract the statment eheerfulh 1 11 say you haven't reformed.'* Where? can such wonderful golf links be found or such glorious roads for motoring or such ideal con ditions for any of the other sports, outside of UaMomia 'Tis the sportsman's paradise. Go out there this winter. You owe yourself and your family such a trip. 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