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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
from the Bin Broadway Success
By Owen Davis.
' Novelized byl
wen Davis’ play now being pre-
at the Playhouse, New York, by
MJam A Brady -Copyright, 1913, by
rnational News Service.)
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT
”1 am not a fine friend—I am hla
mother’s companion.” said Mary with
har sweet absence of false pride. "I
am very fond ®f Kenneth—-and vary sure
that the girl he has chosen for Ms wife
must be a good woman ”
Kitty answered In amazement But
gracious ah© would not be—that 1s a
taak 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
fer al! she might have been!
"You are a new sort to ms. I don't
know your kind. I won’t wait, Ken ”
Her trained eye had visioned that roll
of Mils on the table. Kitty could almost
•cent the aroma of a treasury' bill!
"I’ll get that dreHS," spld Miss May
easily.
’’That Isn’t my money, Kitty!” said
Kenneth sternly
“Didn’t Mr. Harding ”
"No."
*Tve got to get that dress ” Kitty
was almost whining now.
"It Is your money, Kenneth!” Mary
rame closer In her eagerness, and laid
her hand In gentle pleading on the boy’s
arm.
"Oh. so you brought tl? That's good
nf you I’ll- ” Kitty attempted an
♦*a ■-\, light manner of suitable gratl-
The Gold Witch ■ *
Being the Adventures of
a Golden-Haired Heiress.
Ry STELLA FLORES
So f Tom Finds That "Peace at Any Price Is a Dangerous Motto
Copyright, 1913. International New# Serrloa.
with sharp sfern-
“Put that money back!” Mary Burk’s
. < , <1 not- could not bo spent
• » nuke Kitty May fine for a lark with
tick Lc ll«*y this was the thought In
s trained and harassed brain
fhe Last Chance.
I will n<>; I whined Kitty. In !
voice that threatened to snarl. The
ill*- »ut was fighting for Its freedom
tabloid
TALES
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE
W hat 1» meant. Mother, by
beautiful as a dream?
It is an expression ,\i y
child, which men use Idly, and women
without thinking-, accept as a oomph
ment. In dreams, somethin)? big and
black, with cruel teeth and ey.s a n(1
claws, Is chasing the dreamer i( ,
woman looked like that, she would k.
locked up, **
Is there such a thing, Mother „
unanimity among women of the n x ,
household?
Tea, Child. ThejNalways agree *,
this? That Father's overcoat wtTV4g
for another Winter
When a woman begin* to talk
last having found a Kindred Swi
among the other sex, what does if
mean, Mother Dear?
It means, my Child, that trouble 1.
m sight for her, and that she likes th.
looks of It.
Why, Mother Mine, do men fusing,
urally drift Into compliments when
talking to women?
They don't, Dlttle One; It Is the in
terpretation that makes their remark#
complimentary'. If a man says »
j woman has an unusual face, she
thinks he means she Is beautiful, j(
he says her letters sound Just like her
she takes that to mean that thev ere
Interesting.
-Does a college graduate make a reed
wife, Mother?
She does, If she will let her husband
forget that she Is a college graduate.
W'hat Mother Mine, Is
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.
■ «’l T IT BACK—NOW."
11 ♦* turned to her so fiercely—so reso-
cly 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 eye* of “that girl” with a scorn
ful smile. Kenneth walked quickly to
the table, and seizing tbe bills In a
strong clasp, fairly forced them Into
Mary's hands The breath from the
rose garden fairly tortured his sense*
now. Mary seen>ed as far removed
flrom hla sordid surroundings as If she
were In some fairy castle In Hpaln -in
pome castle he might never roach or
realise. He looked at her, and then
ofeosed bis eyes for a moment to still the
poignant agony of the beautiful “might
hare been.” T>© Blue Bird c4 Happi
ness had sung at bis own fireside and
be had never mexhed the time until It
was too late!
“On, please F* he said to the girl to
wfeom his whole being was calling out.
•"Wverything that has gone before Is
only a bad dream. It ha# never been.
Stay—Oh. stay, STAX!”
Tin, please, Mary -Tcs* nonet go -
'•owl at onoeP
•TLenentb 1” cried Mery, in deep dtw-
What, Mother, is meant bv “an
gelic disposition?”
It is that, disposition which mail'
nice young girls have before th*
learn the men. After a girl with an
angelic disposition has met and love,
a man and married him she becomes
as changed as if she had been pu;
on to boll and molded all over again
Snap- -J#
Shots
Even if you believe in signs, do you
; Pin your faith In any of the hundred
possible interpretations of them 0
)M artfully discovers that the Gold Witoh adores birds. So he wins his way bark into
her 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 near her.
•N3©. Mary, tiwfct Is «Q 1 dare trust
myseIf to sayi We sne all rotten here—
all of us! Bor God’s sake keep away!
Dow*t com© near os any more. You are
ifke a rose, Mary—and tbe air la potaon
You can't com# near ua without
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years know* it But, Safost. Always KcJiabl#
SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWMFK
sorting your skirts—without fading the
ro©e. m always remember to-day. But
go—plena© go!’*
He opened the door. Almost tn tears
- stumbling -grlovjng 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
thought, out of his Ufa!
Til ere was a sulky pause Kitty felt
no Jeak>nsy--sbe jvould never measure
Mary Burk’s rare quiet charm as & men
ace to her own humming bird vitality—
to her own peony gayety! But the
moneyl She had almost had the fine
flush of power from a full poolcetbook
again
“So? You had money and you gave
It away!"* There was a sort Of still
hatred 1n 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.
Costs
Less
Bakes
Better
AT BAY a Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
(Novelized by>
(From the nia
borough, now Whig presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TODAY S INSTALLM ENT.
CALUMET
BAKING
POWDER
S! 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 confluence off his mind,
for Lorry Holbrook was sure that
Father Shannon would know liow he
must always carry guns to a people
from the Rio Grande to Patagonia if a
despot were setting himself up against
them. I^arry turned to other matters.
“How long will you be in Washing
ton, father?”
“Indefinitely, 1 hope. Why?”
"I've a packet of papers here. 1
brought them to leave with you if you
were in the ebuntry.”
“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 -0 miles. H© 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. anti 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 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 ami 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.
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 w’on’t mean any
thing to you either. It Is Flagg—Jud-
son Flagg, lie was the vilest black
mailer at large and now he’s done
for!”
The Two Detectives.
MURDER!”
i i \ MURDER!” exclaimed Father
Shannon. “Larry, ye rogue,
U'ltAT'O Will VIM I hil flnrli>.» » ......
While on the Pacific
Coast read the
San Francisco Examiner
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 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 hot-
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
trust In your case—just where am I so
blindly going?—who's your murdered
man'.”’ asked Holbrook as the two men
hurt.ed 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
When we see the shadows of destiny
they lie always behiitd, 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
‘$Vho 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
town, was pulled up for
Blessed is the woman who does not
repeat her emphatic statements bo
strongly when she is trying to help th«
world that she generates friction in
stead of progress!
“Dead
small Scotch
excessive speed.
“Didn’t you see that notice,
slow?’ ” inquired the policeman.
“Course I did,” returned the Yankee,
“but I thought it referred to the daisied
little town.”
AT SUNSET
By Robert Loveman
The sun. departing, kissed the summer
sky,
Then bent an instant o’er her heating
breast *
She lifts to him a timid, tear-stained
eye,
And lo! her blushes crimson all ’he
West.
Up-to-Date Jokes
A Slip.
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II
“Oh, yes, 1 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. Later 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, 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 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 wont
on in horror. “Oh. it’s you. Chief
Dempster. Bog 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 away
hie filaatk.’ —-J Oonnall
The Goodleys once had a parrot
Of course, it was a perfectly re-
; spectable bird, occasionally, but on
! Sunday evenings, when Mr. Saintly
paid his regular visits, it was
deemed advisable 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
nesday. As he was ushered in Miss
Mary Goodley dexterously threw the
cloth over Polly’s cage. Greetings
*ver, there ensued the usual awkwar,
pause, W’hich was broken by a squeak
from the covered cage;
■'Wen, I’ll be everlastingly blessed."
said Polly, "this has been a thunder-
Ing short week.’’
In a small country church, not long
elnce, a little child was brought for
ward for baptism. The young min
ister. taking the little or.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 in
quired, "What is tlie name of the
:hild?
Mary Ann." was the reply.
Visitor (at the National Gailery)
'Why, them's the very pictures I saw '
here the day before yesterday."
Attendant (dryly): "Quite’ likelv.’
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. \
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
ip o
Lalirorma
’Tis the sportsman’s paradise. Go out there this
winter. You owe yourself and your family such
a trip. Make your reservation today over the
Union Pacific
Standard Road of the Wett
Operates excellent daily trains from Omaha, Kansas
City, St. Louis and Chicago, over a well ballasted road
bed of heavy double tracks, protected by Automatic
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i paper tor
1 -v ■■
“I'll retract the statnunt che:
I'll say you haven't reformed."
C. M ROLLINGS, T. P. A.
620 Woodward Rldg.
Birmingham, Ala.
A. J. DUTCHER. G. A.
90S Olive Street
St. Louie, Mo.
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