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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
fcrtaiT^ 1 from tho Big Broadway Succeaa
By ©won ©avia
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(?aw Owon Darlf play now being pre-
aanted at the Playhouse, New York, by
William A. Brady.—Copyright. 1913, by
filter-national News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
•Nor said Kitty.
"Wen—goodr-by©.'* Dick started for
the door and then stopped—*, curious
little imile had come over his face. He
icT)*w the old spirit of comradeship—
the dd Interests of the "small-time
artists'" life. He came back again,
mfflnf broadly—and stood Just back of
the table—where he could touch Kitty
tt he would.
The Six Quigleys are en the bill at
.Albany. Shall I give 'em your love?"
Kitty's face brightened with a grow
ler of Interest.
"The Quigleyst I haven't seen ’em In
IbsTT years. Td like to see Marne a gain-
end the bunch!" Her voice took on i
far-away reminiscent tone. "IT WAS
TTTN. SOMETIMES!' ’
"Most games Is fun sometimes—and
piost of ’em is—HELL—sometimes,"
said Dio*, with slow stress "Good-
kf."
H* went to ths door, then stopped.
He had another Inspiration
-ratty*—"
“Wen?"
Heir came back again
"That's some song—too classy for the
ftttle time* and I know a clever guy—
a real swell author, that’s got a sure
Are sketch. He's a cripple—an’ he'll let
■ro* base It for the price of one of them
fcrfnted logs. There's & fellow an’ a
dame—they been married a month, an'—
but what do you care?” He waited a
moment to achieve his full effect of
stimulating avarice, curiosity and lone
liness for the old life, for the old
“bunch." and ambition—such ambition
«« might still flicker In the ease-lapped
soul ©f a little vampire. Kftty Claire.
"So long!” he concluded, and went as
far as turning the handle of the door
and picking up his big leather bag
Kitty wondered aloud.
‘‘The man gets all the fat In that
sketch, I suppose 7"
‘‘Star part for the girl.” Dick was
very sure of himself now. “Good-bye.'’
He started down the corridor.
Tra coming—I'll go!” cried Kitty
Claire.
You will?" Dick was like most peo
ple who scheme and plan for a thing.
When they get that "consummation de
voutly to be wished” they suddenly re
lax, and scarcely know how to accept
their success.
Kitty spoke with a feeling of breath
less desire to get It all over quickly—
quickly before her fickle little mind
changed again past all her willing.
Kitty’s Philosophy.
‘‘I can’t stand It here! I’ll be sorry,
*o will you, but I’ll go!"
Somehow now that the moment had
come—the moment toward which Dick’s
every effort had been tending for the
past month, there was just a simple
of-eourseness about it all. It seemed
the obvious thing to do. Emotion was a
.quality from which Kitty felt for a mo
ment walled and protected by all the
emotion she had been feeling from that
moment long weeks ago when Dick Le-
Roy had come back from his "big
scream west of Chicago”—when Ken
neth Nelson with his Fifth avenue tai
lored look had. crossed her vision—and
when Charles Nelson, the Samson whom
she nor circumstance could conquer, had
marched sternly and strongly out of her
Ufa
Dlok went forward to kiss the girl he
bad won—at last.
"Dot's wait!” cried Kitty scarcely un
derstanding her own motive. "I know
I’m a fool—but he’s such a queer kid.”
She oould leave Kenneth for Dick; but
•n the rv« of going she could not kiss
hi* more than successor in the room
•acred to the one man who had thought
ber "good."
Raoolllng in amused amazement, Dick
•rted*
“A Tfttle more and you'd beenfstuck
hJmr
‘7 wonder? Dick, I wonder? Some-
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<*" ■ Port Wayne. Ind.
The Cold Witch & a*
Being the Adventures of a Golden-Haired Heiress
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No. 6—All's Fair in Lore and War
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T OM and the cockatoo are mortal enemies, but the Gold Witch adores the bird, and watches
it carefully. At last Tom gets his opportunity and bribes a small boy to steal the bird
while the Gold Witch sleeps on in blissful ignorance. Then Tom hurries out and buys up
the best flowers and candies in the neighborhood.
W HEN she awakens the bird is gone. Though heart-broken at her loss Tom proves a com
fort-—much to the amusement of the wise parlor maid. The Gold Witch discovers that
Tom is an excellent judge of candy an 1 flowers, and his stock goes up accordingly. In
a surprisingly short time she is comparatively happy again.
how I see why you men don’t under
stand woman! Just now I don’t pre
cisely cotton to Kitty May’s ways! 1
wonder!"
"Don’t wonder! Sure you’d been stuck
on 'him—except for the truth of that
poetry gag about ‘a little less'—an’ there
is a block between you!"
Kitty pondered on aloud—putting into
words some of her own possibilities for J
finer womanhood—the fineness she and
circumstances had starved and battered
about and beaten into subjection—the
womanhood w’hose only revenge was a
subtle stirring now and then—a puzzle
ment to Kitty, who scarcely realized
how different she might have been!
‘First, it was to get square—and I did!
T] ien —you see—he thinks I’m good.
That’s funny, of course—but
sometimes it didn’t seem so funny-
sort of sweet—and I’d think
But that’s a laugh ..." She sighed
and then broke into a laugh that grad
ually steadied to some semblance of
mirth. "You’d better get me out of
this, Dick."
"Come on! Come on here and now
pack your things and we’ll do a flight
before the kid gets back to call time
on the ten minutes he gave me for
sayin’ ttoe fond farewells.”
Dick’s mirth was very genuine.
Wasn’t he the victor? Couldn’t he af
ford to laught
-I hocked my trunk," announced Kit
ty regrqtfully.
Dick pondered the matter a minute.
Then an Impish smile broke over his
face. Ken should aid and abet the elope
ment.
“Well I guess you’ll have to borrow
the kid’s. Where is it?”
Mischievous and irresponsible glee lit
Kitty's face.
"That's a real scream. Come on
help you! It's under his bed.”
Like two children on a lark, instead
nf a man and woman contemplating
matrimony—and a possible life partner-
Shlp-tbe two of them brushed aside the
portieres and scampered Into Ken's
room. Down on hands and knees they
fell jerked the sole leather trunk mark
ed K. N. from its resting place, and,
each lending a hand, they carried their
booty into the living room and banged
it down on the floor.
•■Id like to dance a fandango—but
lime presses. Go get your possessions,
Kittv' exulted Dick. .
Kitty started across the corridor, but
ltiok called after her.
! ••Say, can I empty my bag Into your
' m ’sore' cried Kitty merrily, enter-
! j n g* into the spirit of this far-from-
■ sacred occasion.
nick tossed most of the contenls of
! 4 S«“rK 'imed'Tarefuir
i ?^»'rr'i'rar» ssuujrsf
I colored shirts* -pink, blue, lavender—a
T ued galaxy.
(Novelized by>
I’ll
rand
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
(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.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"Glad you came along. Captain."
said the Chief with his strong, steady,
sure-of-itself smile. The man was of
granite mold. Duty was his fetish. And
for him there was no way but that the
criminal must be ground by the ma
chinery of the law. Steel were his eyes,
gray his hair, firm his mouth and jaw
—and he had the firm strength of a
man to whom right was absolute, and a
criminal—a criminal! And into his
sturdy power Aline Graham must soon
come when once he had read the dan
gerous evidence of that room from
which she had fled less than an hour
ago.
A crisp interest in criminals and
criminology w r as all that showed on
Holbrook’s face as he answered with
the assumption of ease that had carried
him through Moro battles and the con
flict with the Russian bear.
"This ought to be an interesting case.
Chief. This reading a tale a dead man
can’t tell.”
"Shall we look It over unofficially till
fhe Inspector gets here?" asked the
Chief.
"The Ix>rd loves the Irish,” remarked
Larry piously to himself But aloud all
he said was an indifferent "Yes."
With a bit of a challenge in his voice,
the Chief waved his hand around the
room and smiled. "And now, my lad,
let’s see some of that fine work they
say you used to do in Manila .”
His Chance. *
"They were stringiri you, Chief.” said
Holbrook, tilting back on his heels and
smiling with the bland innocence of a
clierub.
"Was that window up when you got
here. Donnell?” asked Dempster In a
businesslike tone. He would show this
young Captain some fine work of his
own.
"Yes, Chief. Everything is as it
l£tys/*’
Dempster began to examine the floor,
? ,ow,y rr*”*, T lM 't e 'V n,U u We have moved to our new store,
Donnell followed in his wake. And Hoi- ’
electric flash lantern and followed his
trail across the window sill and out into
the deep gloom of the night. And to
the man on guard outside he called:
“Sergeant, keep everyone away from
that window.”
Now was Larry Holbrook’s chance.
Intermittent flashes of light showed
that Dempster was making a careful
search outside the house. Holbrook
determined to make as careful a search
of the room. Keeping a wary eye
on Donnell, who was sturdily stand
ing guard at the window, he searched
rapidly about the desk and Its vicinity.
There were papers which he must not
allow to rustle ever so slightly—there
was that pitiful little roll of treasury
bills, letters, typed briefs, but no clew
A little moan of impatience and fear
threatened to hurst from his heart and
wing its betraying path across his lips.
Holbrook’s eyes flashed and his lips
tightened. He straightened up, alert
and business-like, and surveyed the
whole room hurriedly—then he paused
in front of the desk—something arrested
his attention—something was striving
to penetrate his consciousness.
He suddenly became aware of Flagg's
clenched left hand—there was somethin*,
sinister and Intent in that clutching
white fist—the tense hand of the dead
man seemed alive with awful meaning.
Holbrook darted one quick look at
Donnell. Then he caught those cold
fingers in his own warm grasp. The
clutch of the dead man did not relax.
Judson Flagg seemed to have carried
with him beyond the grave the power
to hold what he desired—to demand
his price. Donnell coughed. Holbrook
quickly dropped that resisting dead hand
and began fingering the roll of bills
with a show of. interest. There was
quiet again. And again Holbrook took
that clammy dead hand In his. He
pried at the fingers with grim determi
nation. They yielded their secret.
Holbrook clutched dizzily at the desk
—he felt he must have some support in
this moment of agonizing revelation. Be
fore he had feared—now—he KNEW!
"Aline! Good God!" burst from his
tortured lips.
Donnell turned quickly at the sound
of his voice.
“Did ye speak to me, sor?”
"Yes—what did you find outside
there?" asked I^arry, recovering himself
quickly.
"Nothing yet ’’
"Nothing much inside here either,”
said the captain with an easy little
laugh.
Donnell turned again to his guard
duty at the window. lie was quite
intent on keeping out any intruder who
might come near enough to threaten
the case of the State versus the mur
derer of Judson Flagg.
Holbrook venturd a little exhalation.
He had fairly been holding his breath.
He wanted to shout and exult, but he
controlled himself. He gave one wry
glance at the emerald brooch, put that
dangerous bit of evidence in the pocket
of his dinner coat, shut Flagg’s fingers
back into their gripping position and
then carefully wiped off his hands on
the black cloth of his suit. Even in the
big moments of life the prejudices of
our own youth and the youth of our
race remain. Holbrook had not fan
cied the task of touching this dead man;
he wiped off the feeling of that contact
and the memory of those clammy fingers
on his clothes.
Shielding Aline. »
And now having satisfied his boyish
squeamishness the soldier looked about
for the next task he must perform. He
was alert and purposeful in every taut
nerve. The man who with daredevil
recklessness would risk his life for h
cause of .freedom that was not his own
must show the utmost cold caution in
protecting that cause. DUTCH DUGAN
WOULD AID NICARAGUA—ALINE
GRAHAM WAS CAPTAIN HOL
BROOK’S CAUSE!
I^arry Holbrook had two distinguish
ing marks of his race- flexible 1 ipH that
foi'owed his mood and drooped or
twitched quickly from smile to disguis-
features and he was Idly examining the
desk as the curtains parted and Chief
Dempster came back from the fruitless
search.
To Be Continued To-morrow,
A Boon Indeed.
"At last,” exclaimed the long-haired
inventor, “I have evolved the greatest
practical blessing of the age!”
"Oh, tell me, Theophilus, tell me
what It Is,” begged Ills wife.
"A collar button with a little phono
graph inside that will call out when
It rolls into a dark corner under the
dresser: ‘Here T am! Here T am! 1 "
ing indifference when his Celtic emotion
threatened to betray him, and twinkling
hazel eyes that carried in them the
smiles and sighs, the tender wistful-
ness and the strength of his own Isle
of Mists. Bet over his eyes were
straight, heavy brows that had a way
of llftfhg at the corners like a French
man’s hands.
The lips were fixed in determination
now Larry Holbrook would fight. The
brows were set In straight lines of
strength and beneath their battlements
his eyes were half closed. They wore
the expression they had learned to take j
when he searched for places for an |
enemy hid behind the cactus or the
mesa or the shifting dtines of treacher
ous sand.
Back of those eyes plan and deter
mination were forming. But was it
love or chivalry that spurred him now?
The tin box Flagg had not found
time to lock In his safe caught Hol
brook’s eye. He crossed to it quickly,
picked it up and tried in deft silence to
open it—and then Donnell’s voice star
tled him:
“How many' times have I got to tell
you to stand back there?”
The voice rang out in the grim still
ness some venluring soul for whom the
room of violent death held a morbid
charm skulked off In the night.
At the sound of the voice, Holbrook
had .set the siage of his own actions
with deft quickness. He idly shifted
the box back of him, smacked his lips
speculatively to < ; over any noise he had
made and gazed In a general clew-
searching way about the room. But
Donnell was still intent ori dangers from
outside.
Holbrook moved with rapid-fire action
now. He went hastily over to his top
coat and put the japanned dispatch box
in the sleeve. On his face was an ex
pression of frantic- bafflement that was
slowly turning to anguish. But with
lightning play a smile illuminated his
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Another Man Snatched From Clutches of Death
Mr. P E. Davis lives on Second ave-
) nue, in the East End. He is employed
at. the Phoenix Lumber Company’s
plant. These facts are stated clearly
so thar those who wish may investigate.
brook stood helpless, wondering how
much they would discover.
At last the Chief produced a Gmail
97 Peachtree Street.
ATLANTA FLORAL CO.
and altogether he was In a deplorable
[condition. Medicines used bv Mr. Da
vis were like so much w r ater. He use,d
I everything that was recommended for
l.Mijch troubles, but still he suffered. At
last, he became convinced that he was
For several years he had suffered from jibe victim of a horrible parasite, and
, . , , the knowledge nearly drove him maxi,
stomach troubles of a very severe na- ,,, ;lMnK weaker am! thinner,
tore. Bloating. belching. dizziness, I un/1 at last went to the hospital for
headaches and nausea wore frequent. jtreatment. There several attempts were
When lie would rise in the morning made to rid the man of the monster,
(he would have to grasp the bed for hut were only partialis successful, and
; support., a* he was so weak arid dizz> -'ill he suffered. After lie had spent
/Ilfs appetite was very changeable, chief four or five weeks at the Institution
{ )y being ravenous, but at times fie had [he returned home, almost as bad qs
no desire to eat at all. Absent-minded- before going. Then he found the sav-
ness was beginning to manifest Itself, ling quality. What was It? Nothing
but the good old Quaker Extract which.have the pangs and agonies of rhaunia-
lias already saved many people from a tism, you are the one that needs to try
sure death, and has a list of cures to its the Quaker Remedies, which are a per-
credlt her* in Atlanta that would fill manent cure for all those distressing
a book. Mr. Davis procured a bottle troubles. Quaker Extract Is six for $5.00.
of it, and after only a few days’ use, which is the regular course of treat-
says that he became slightly sick at the
stoma'.h one morning, after which he
expelled tfie entire cause of all his
years of agony and distress—a horrible,
life-sapping tapeworm, complete, with
head, neck and all. And now he Is
working as well as ever and gaining
several pounds every week, with no
more of his former trouble.
If you are a sufferer from any branch
of stomach, liver or kidney trouble, if
you have catarrh in any form, or If you
meat for long standing cases, and
three for $2.60, which 1s the trial treat ;
merit, being sufficient for light cases
or children's complaints. This la the
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permanent results. $1.00 single bottle,,
which is only enough for an infant’s
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Store. 2 f * Marietta street. We prepay
express charges on all orders of $3.00
or over.
By FRANCES L. GARS IDE
M RS. LY SANDER JOHN AP
PLETON put down her news
paper with a look of deep con
cern. As a member of the Sisterhood
of Struggling Women she felt that
some incentive to strugglo had been
left out of her life.
The account of the meeting of ths
Sisterhood of Struggling Women told
much of the brutality of man. Dele
gate after delegate bore witness to
the habits of husbands of demand
ing that their wives account for
every cent they spent. Mrs. Lyaander
John had never been held to account,
and, overwhelmed with the passion
for martyrdom which Is now engulf
ing her .<ex, she felt that she had
been wronged.
“He hasn’t asked It." ehe thought,
“but I know that he is wondering
what I did with the ten dollars he
gave me yesterday. I will put my-
nclf within the pale of martyrdom
and suffer with my sisters by giving
him a detailed account hereafter of
every cent I spend. When It comes
to suffering for the Cause, I will
never have it said of me that I
: shirked my share."
That evening, when Lysander Joh*
had retired behind his newspaper and
was settling to his own satisfaction
the Mexican problem, his wife began:
“You gave me $1.0 yesterday.”
Lysander John looked over ids pa
per, nodded, and w r ent back to Huerta.
Hearing his wife’s voice again, he
absent-mindedly began to fumble in
: the pocket where he kept his cash.
“1 am prepared." ho heard his wife
.say,’ “to account for every cent I have
spent of it,”
Lysander John was deciding that If
lie were Wilson he would let the
Mexicans light it out. and wa>s Inter
rupted in the soothing thoughts of
how Lysander John Appleton, PresJ-
j dent of the United States, had, by his
masterly brain, restored peace to our
warring neighbor by the following
monologue:
“Ice man, 10 cents; 35 cents for
milk; $1.76 for having your suit
pressed; 15 cents, starch; F> cents,
bluing; 33 cents, meat; 2 cents, soup
bone; 11 cents, silk twist; 11 cents,
ditto; 11 cents, ditto; 6 cents, tape; 4
cents, buttons; 16 cents, whalebone;
16 cents, ditto; 10 cents, thread; 10
cents, ditto; 10 cents, ditto; 10 cents,
ditto; 12 cents, hooks and eyes; 12
cents, ditto; 12 cents, ditto; 12 cents,
j ditto; 12 cents, dit ■“
Hut she read no more, for Lysander
John, reaching across the table, tore
the list from her hand and stamped it
on the floor.
"For heaven’s sake.” he cried, "why
i tell me all that? What do I care how
you spend it, just so you let me
alone? Here is another ten. For the
sake of Mike go and spend all of It
on dittoes if you like, but keep still
i about it!’’
"If the men,” he grumbled to him
self a little later when alone In his
den. "had to listen to the account of
how their wives spend every penny,
there wouldn’t be Insane asylums to
i hold them.”
But somehow Mrs. Lysander John
was not satisfied. Those who long to
; suffer martyrdom seldom are.