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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
The Cold Witch -A>
fieing the Adventures of
a Golden-Haired Heiress.
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So k—Tom Finds That “Peace at Any Price Is a Dangerous Motto.
By STELLA FLORES
Coryrixfct, 1913, International News Service.
Adapted from the Big Broadway Success
Dy Owen Davis
[Novelized by!
< From Owrn Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the I May house. Now York, by
William A Brady -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
im very fond of Kenneth—and very sure
hat the girl he has chosen for his wife
nust 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 graelousness. Perhaps she
hates too deeply the woman who stands
for all she might have been!
"You are a new sort to me T 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
■rent the aroma of a treasury bill!
"I’ll get that dress," said Miss May
easily.
"That isn't my money. Kitty!" said
Kenneth sternly.
"Didn’t Mr. Harding M
“No.”
"T’vo 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 pleading on the hoy’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 not—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.
"I will not. I— ’’ whined Kitty, In
• 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 a
new’ pride in his bearing, that Kitty
fairly leaped away from him in fear.
She dropped the money on the table—
and tried to cover the Incident from the
prying eyes of "that girl” with a scorn
ful smile. Kecaetli 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. Miry 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
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.
Ktay—Oh stay, STAY!”
"Go, 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—
all of us! For God’s sake keep awayl
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
By FRANCES L. OARS IDE.
W .HAT is meant, Mother, by “a,
beautiful as a dream?”
It Is an expression. My
child, which men use idly, and women,
without thinking, accept as a compll.'
tnent. In dreams, something big and
black, with cruel teeth and eyes and
claws, is chasing the dreamer, if a
woman looked like that, she wouls h.
locked up.
Is there such a thing, Mother, a,
unanimity among women of the same
household?
Yes, Child. They always agree on
this: That Father’s overcoat will do
for another Winter.
When a. woman begins to talk of
last having found a Kindred Bor'
among the other sex, what does !■
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 nat
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, if
he says her letters sound Just like her
she takes that to mean that thev 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
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 thev
| learn the men. After a girl with an
angelic disposition has met and loved
J a man and married him she becomes
as changed as if she had been put
on to boil and molded all over again
T )M
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her good graces by giving her a great, snowy cockatoo.
T
IIE ungrateful bird is devoted to the Gold Witch, but it jealously hates Tom, flying at
him and screeching whenever he goes near her.
CHICHESTER S PILLS
THi; DIAMOND IIBAND. A >
soiling your skirts—without fading the
rose. I'll always remember to-day. But
go—please go!"
IleVopened the door. Almost In tears
—stumbling grieving for the lover
whom nhe could not shield, Mary went
out of the roomy—and as the boy to
whom true love had 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! 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,
le walked over to the window ami
gazed out out Into the clean sunshine.
lost
A, fat Sfr
yem k »• wn at Beat. Safest, Always Reliable
SOLO BV DRUGGISTS EVERVWHF P r
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Costs
Less
Bakes
Better
CALUMET
BAKING
POWDER
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
(Novelized by>
(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.
“Y
ECONOMY Lb.,-. one thine you are
looking for in these days
of high living cost—Calumet insures a wonder
ful saving in your baking. But it does more.
It insure.? wholesome Food,ta-iv food- uniformly raided t »m.
Calumet is made right—to sell right—to hake right. Ask
one of the million* of women who use it—or ask your grocer.
TYS! And Dempster Is going to
talk 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 ahat confidence off his mind,
for I-arry Holbrook was sure that
Father Shannon would know how he
must always carry guns to a people
from the Rio Grande te 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,
two years ago. I’d left the envelope in
a trunk in San Francisco, and so I’ve
put it off, arul now this trip of Dugan’s
takes me away again."
"I'll be glud 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 tone
of mock-heroic resignation.
But the time for mock-heroics was
over. The moment for action had come.
Chief Dempster returned hastily to the
room, donning his hat and coat as he
walked.
"My excises, gentlemen, hut 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 W’ould balance
the life of the girl Holbrook loved on
a moment as casual as this
‘A
While on the Pacific
Coast read the
San Francisco Examiner
The Two Detectives.
MURDER!" exclaimed Father
Shannon. "Larry, ye rogue,
where will you 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 be loved—the girl of
whose love he was sure—and of w’hose
mysterious refusal of him he ^as sadly
soon to know the cause. And as they
traversed the silent midnight streets of
our nation's Capitul. 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 pterished 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 fo
trace its latest criminal. They say
"dead men tell no tales.’ but in Judson
Flagg's hands there w’ere 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
trust 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.
\ lawyer u blackmailing chap—we
could never get our hands on him, he
was too wise * to be caught with the
goods; and now he’s been caught—per
haps— perhaps by some one he thought
he had trapped," 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
fori"
When we see the shadows of destiny
they lie always behind, never before.
Holbrook felt no stir of premonition fhat
the death of Judson Flagg was tnex-
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 1
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. Later this
idle remark would do great harm to
both Holbrook and Aline.
“Oh, solely on her account. T 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. 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 of
the finest’ threatening her with hia
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 coma straight
in. Chief?"
"That’s what I’m here tor. 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 away
for the big 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, dd you
pin your faith in any of the hundred
possible interpretations of them?
* * *
Blessed is the woman w r ho does not
repeat her emphatic statements so
strongly when t she Is trying to help the
world that she generates friction in-
std&d of progress!
* * *
AT SUNSET.
By Robert Loveman.
The sun. departing, kissed the summer
Then bent an instant o’er her beating
breast;
She lifts to him a timid, tear-stained
And lo! her blushes crimson all the
West.
|Up-to-Date Jokes
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I Of course. It was a perfectly re-
spectable bird, occasionally, but on
Sunday evenings, when Mr. Saintly
paid his regular visits, it was
deemed aSvlsable to cover Polly with
a cloth.
Recently, however. Mr. Saintly took
advantage of the half-holiday ac
cruing to him through the Shop Act,
and made an extra call on a Wed-
i nesday. As he was ushered In Miss
Mary Goodley dexterously threw the
| cloth over Polly's cage. Greetings
i over, there ensued the usual awkward
pause, which was broken by a squeak
I from the covered cage:
’’Well, I’ll be everlastingly blessed.”
; said Polly, "this has been a thunder-
| mg short week.”
In a small country church, not long
since, a little child was brought for- ,
ward for baptism. The young min- i
tster, taking the little one in his
arms, spoke as follows:—
“Beloved hearers, no one can fore- j
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 in- !
quired, "What is the name of the
:hild? |
’’Mary Ann,” was the reply.
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here the day before yesterday.”
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Visitor; ’’Then th* landlord where
I’m sta.-lng Is wrong. He told me
that the pictures was changed dally
in all the leadin' picture houses.
• • *
"Look hefe. Mr. Editor.” exclaimed
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yesterday as a reformed drunkard.
You must apologize, or I'll sue your
paper for libel.”
“Very well, sir," replied the editor.
"I’ll retract the statment cheerfully.
I’ll say you haven’t reformed."
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