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1 £i:Y fcJJLHNUMY—one thmif you nrr t-'\' ■■"— looking for in these days pit *of high lirinp cost—Calumet insures' a woxider- pjf! ful saving in your baking. But it does more. I'jj It insures wholesome food,tasty food—uniformly raised food. Fjjj Calumet is made right—to sell right—to hake right. Ask Yea ic.'t » »• neney v'kn ye* Wr cWif »r \t||-aa Uki ’* mwn *««cwaicak mere wkoUaoM—grrw beat rwolu. © 77) ere Never Was a Man Who Did Not Read a Complimentary Letter at Least Twice # © 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.” ' 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 California ’Tis the sportsman's paradise. 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