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cmiNUM I ~~ that s one tnmjr you are * 111 1 looking for in these days of hiffh Jiving cost—Calumet insures a wonder ful saving in your baking. But it does more. It insures wholesome food,tasty food—uniformly raised food. Calumet i9 made right—rto sell right—-to bake right. Ask one of th© millions of women who use it—or ask your grocer. RECEIVED HIGHEST AWARDS World’# Pure Food Exposition. 11L Pari#Exposition. Prance. March, 1912. ■can bakiar p^wdar. Doa’t fee nu>i#4. B#y Cutvnst. nwolU. Caitmet U tar #«ptrior to roar milk aad ew’j Th ere Never Was a Man Who Did Not Read a Complimentary Letter at Least Twice ©■ © ?=* 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 HIGH ESTER S PILLS _ THK DIAMOND BttANtt. * hboa. W tMf v MONO BttANI*. Ladl*«I A»L j#nr Draggl# t#r*#r> t« »■ B rma 4 la Ifrd and Oold metallic' . N#i#d with Blue Rll.bo#. Take ■ • other Buy ofroar R A» k for C If I < UK ATfRI R R A Nil PII.I.R, f.*f6 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. -■x -« 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. 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