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MAGAZINE
THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
Vdapted from the Big Broadway Success
By Owen Davis.
f Novelized by!
The Gold Witch
Rein# the Adventures of
a Golden-Haired Heiress.
So 7—Tom Finds That "Peace at Any Price Is a Dangerous Motto.
Bv STELLA FLORES \
Oopyilfht, 1913. Interaction*; JifWi Senie*.
11 roin Owen Davis’ play now being pre-
«cnt*»d at ttie Playhouse, New York, by
\\ ib in. A Brady. Copyright, 1913. by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
T am not a fine friend—I am his
mother's companion,” said Mary with
her sweet absence of false pidde. “I
am very fond of Kenneth—and very pure
that the girl be has chosen for his wife
most be a good woman.”
Kitty answered in amazement. Bat
gracious she would not be—that Is a
task that a bad woman will not set her- j
self—to meet the kindness of a good 1
woman with gracloupncss. Perhaps she.
hates too deeply the woman who stands j
for all she might have been!
“You are a new sort to me. 1 don’t
know your kind I won't watt, Ken ”
Her trained eve had visioned that roll
ot hills on tbo table. Kitty could almost j
stent the aroma of a treasury bill!
"I’ll get that dress.” said Miss May j
easily.
"That Isn’t my money, Kitty!*’ said
Kenneth sternly
"Didn't Mr. Harding "
"No.”
'Tvo got to get that dress.” Kitty j
was almost whining now.
"Tt is your money, Kenneth!” Mary
came closer in her eagerness, and lain
her hand in gentle pleading on the hoy’s j
arm
"Oh, so you brought it? That's good i
of > ou I'll Kitty attempted an i
ra-v, light manner of suitable gratl-
TABLOID
TALES
"Put that money back!” Mary Burk's
savings should not-could not he spent
to make Kitty May fine for a lark with j
Dick I/e Roy this was the thought in
his strained and harassed brain.
The Last Chance.
"I will not. I " whined Kitty. In j
i voice that threatened to snarl The
alley < a was fighting for its freedom 1
T IT BACK NOW.”
turned to her so fiercely
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE
W HAT 1a meant. Mother, bv ,,
beautiful as s dream?-
It Is an expression My
child, which men use Idly, and wom.. n
without thinking, accept as a compll.
ment. In dreams, somethin, big and
black, with cruet teeth and eves and
claws, Is chasing the dreamer if ,
woman looked like that, she would h.
locked up.
Is there such a tiling, Mother
unanimity among women of the «a m ,
household ?
Yea, Child They always agree «*
this: That Father's oversea.: will 4.
for another Winter.
When a woman begin* to talk ,,
last having found a Kindred Ron!
among the other sex, what does it
mean, Mother Dear?
It means, my Child, that tremble 1.
In sight for her, and that she likes th.
looks of It.
1 Why, Mother Mine, do men lust rat-
! tirally drift into compliments wtwn
( talking to women?
They don't, Little One; It is the hi.
terpretation that makes their remarks
complimentary. If a man ears »
! woman has an unusual face sh»
thinks he mean* she Is beautiful, if
he says her letters sound just Mice’her
she takes that to mean that they r,
Interesting.
Does a college mdnsttuukiiuw:
wife. Mother?
She does, If she wiLJ let bsrhoeb**!
forget that she is a college graduals
What Mother Mine, i* an TR»«i
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 sen
ing machine on Sundays?
Yes, Child, and there always will he
until sewing machines are provided
with soft pedals.
What, Mother, is meant by “an
gelic disposition?"
It is that disposition which mam
nice young girls have before the.-
learn the men. After a girl with an
angelic disposition has met and loved
a man and married him she become*
as changed as if she had been pm
on to boil and molded all over again
iiirl\ with such a sudden access of a
now pride In his hearing, 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 scor^,
ful smile Kenneth walked quickly to
Uie table, and seizing the bills In a
strong clasp, fairly forced them Into
Mary* 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—tn
some castle he might never roach or
reaJize He looked at her. and then
closed his eyes for a moment to still the
poignant agony of the beautiful ‘‘might
hare been " Th* Bin* 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 **1d to the girl to
whom his whole being was calling out.
"Everythin* 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 oncel"
"Kenenth!" cried Mary, in deep dis
tress
"Go. Mary that Is all I dare trust
myself to savt We are a4l rotten here—
■ II of tie! For God’s sake keep swayl
Don’t come near u* any more. You are
like a rose. Mary—and the air I* poison
here! You can’t come near us without
HICHESTER S PILLS
'l BE in A M«»M> RR,VN|) »
JM artfully discovers.that the Gold Witch adores birds. So he wins his way back 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.
1... ■>. .ik., u«j »r v
A»W for i art-4 IIK S-TFH’S
IM AHONO HR A Nl> PILLS, fer •*
years On** as Bait, S*fc*t. AUtyt ReMai-H
SOI D BY DRUGGISTS FVf RVWMFW
soiling your skirt*—without fading the
rose. I’ll always remember to day. But
go—please go!”
Ho opened the door. Almost in Nears
—stumbling grieving 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 life!
There was a sulky pause Kitty felt
no Jealousy----she would never measure
Mary Burk’s rare quiet charm as a men
ace t© her own humming bird vitality--
to her own peony gavety! But the
money! Flic had almost hod the fine
flush of power from a full pocketbook
again
"So” You had money ami 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 oar. 1 WHOSE money
are you going to let me starve”" Kit-
tv’s petulant tones broke In on his rev
erie
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Costs
Less
Bakes
Better
CALUMET
BAKING
POWDER
AT BAY 1 Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
^Novelized by>
(Front 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 I>AY'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 ius this
S! And Dempster Is going to
talk to me about it—seriously |
ns soon as that phone call’s
done for."
But something else was don* for. and
Chief Dempster would never again talk
of Dutch Dugan’s expedition to Cap
tain Harry Holbrook
With ahat confidence olT 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?”
*Tn<$»tlnitely, I hope Win
"I’ve a packet of papers here. I
brought them to leave w ith 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, an/l now this trip of Dugan’s
takes me away again.”
‘‘I’ll be glad to keep it.”
And some day Larry Holbrook would
he glad he had helped bury an un
known chap from "the other camp.”
"Thank you. father, ami maybe you’ll
find the people yourself; that’s the fam
ily name on the outside."
"He wrote a had hand." said the
father, trying vainly to decipher It.
"But he was dying, you any?"
"That’s my writing, and it’s not a
bad hand"’ said the oaptain in a tone
of mock-heroic resignation.
But the time for moek-lieroics was
i( A M
A !
While on the Pacific
Coast read the
San Francisco Examiner
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 1 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 l 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
‘Mend 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.
"Sa\. Chief, I’m showing a touching
trust in your case—just where am I so
Mindly 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.
"A lawyer—a blackmailing chap—w*
aouM iiusr e+t aui band* on kim.
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 w’ouldn'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 shadows of destiny
they lie always behitfd, never before.
Holbrook felt nu stir of premonition That
the death of Judson Flagg was inex
tricably woven with the life—or death—
of the girl he loved
"Who did it?’’
Donell shok his
head—and the two
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 th* Yankee,
men began to confer as ot some of the j "but I thought it referred to the darned
detail that had been gone through. j HfTl® tow T n.”
Snap- -as
Shots
Even if you believe tn signs, do you
pin your faith In any of the hundred
possible interpretations of them?
* • •
Blessed Is the woman who does not
repeat her emphatic statements ao
strongly when she is trying to help th*
world that she generates friction in
stead of progress!
• • •
AT WTTNSTTT
By Robert Lovemss
The sun, departing, kissed th* summer
sky.
Then bent an lnetant o’er hr* bsatir*
breast;
She lifts to him a timid, tsar-stain^
eye.
And lo! her blushes crimson aH th*
West.
To Be Continued To-morrow,
Up-to-Date Jokes
A Slip.
“Oh, yes, I have managed to hear of
Flagg even in the short time since I
returned. In fact. 1 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 his
club.”
"It doesn't take jackals and vultures
long to scent a dead body, Chief."
the t wo 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 weht
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 away
Cor tuo hi* aleeD. answered Donnell.
I The Goodleys once had a parrot.
I Of course, it was a perfectly re-
i 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
aver, there ensued the usual awkwar H
pause, which was broken by a squeak
from the covered cage: .
"Well, I'll be everlastingly blessed. 1
raid Polly, "this has been a thunder
ing short week.”
• • •
I* a small country church, not long
since, a little child was brought for- )
ward for baptism. The young min- 1
Ister, taking the little one 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 I
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.
• • m.
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 dally
in ail the leadin' picture houses.
* * »
"Look here. Mr. Editor.” exclaimed
an irate caller, "you referred to me !
yesterday as a reformed drunkard.
You must apologize, or I’ll sue your4
paper for libel.”
"Very well, sir.' replied the editor.
‘Ill retract the statmem cheerfully.
I’ll say you haven't reformed.” '
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