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THE FAMILY CUPBOARD fcrtaiT^ 1 from tho Big Broadway Succeaa By ©won ©avia n**veflred fcyl (?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- r ■ The Quickest, Simplest Cough Remedy Easily and Home. 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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 Statement in one-third the Time ‘‘The greatest labor saver we have in our office. . . The state ments are done in one-third the time it required in the old way, be sides they are much neater and al ways correct.” That is what Telfer Bros., of Gol- lingwood, Out., say about their Burroughs machine. And we now have a new feature on this machine which almost doubles its speed and utility. Progressive concerns are writing or telephoning for free demonstra tions every day. When shall we show you one? No cost nor obligation. Burroughs Adding Machine Co. G. M. GREENE. Sales Mgr., 163 Peachtree Street. ATLANTA, GA. 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 least amount that, can be used for rea’j permanent results. $1.00 single bottle,, which is only enough for an infant’s case or removal of worms in same. Cal’ to-day at Courser & Munri’s Drug 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.