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Every Mans Conscience Tallis in Too Small a Voice to Suit His Wife
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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
from the Big Broadway Success
By Owen Davis.
[Novelized byl
(From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse. New Vork by
William A. Brady.—Copyright, 1913’ by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
"Nor said Kitty.
"Well good-bye.” Dick started for
the door and then stopped—a curious
Httto imile had come over his face. He
mew the old spirit of comradeship—
the old interests of the "small-time
artists life. He came back again,
wmlllng broadly—and stood Just back of
the table—where he could touch Kitty
it he would, |
'The Six Quigleys are on the bill at
Albany. 8hall I give 'em your love?"
Kitty's face brightened with a grow
ing flame of interest.
"The Quigleys! I haven't seen ’em iir
four years. I’d like to see Marne again—
and the bunch!” Her voice took on a
'gr-away reminiscent tone "IT WAS
FUN. SOMETIMES"’
"Most games Is fun sometime*—and
most of 'em is—HELL—sometimes,”
said Dick with slow stress "Good-
hyer
He went to the door, then stopped.
He hid another inspiration
"Kitty!—”
"Wenr
Dick came back agalr
"That's some song—too classy for the
Tittle 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
me have it for the price of one of them
Jotnted legs. There's a 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-
Ttness for the old life, for the old
"bunch," and ambition—such ambition
as might still flicker in the ease-lapped
eoul of a little vampire. Kttty 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?"
"Star part for the girl." Dick was ]
very sure of himself now. "Good-bye." I
He started down the corridor.
'Tm 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 oftbreath-
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,
so 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-courseness 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
ah© nor circumstance could conquer, had
marched sternly and strongly out of her
life.
Dick went forward to kiss the girl he
had won—at last.
"Let’s wait!” cried Kitty scarcely un-
derstandlng her own motive. "I know
Tm a fool—but he’s such a queer kid."
She oould leave Kenneth for Dick; but
•n the ave of going she could not kiss
Ms more than successor in the room
•acred to the one man who had thought
her “good."
Recoiling in amused amazement, Dick
cried:
"A little more and you’d been stuck
etj hlmP
"I wonder? Dick, I wonder? Some-
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how I see why you ‘men don’t under
stand woman! dust 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
finer womanhood—the fineness she and
circumstances had starved and battered
about and beaten into subjection—the
womanhood whose only revenge was a
subtle stirring now and then—a puzzle
ment to K^tty. who scarcely realized
how different she might have been!
‘First, it was to get square—and I did!
Then—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’ the fond farewells. u
Dick’s mirth was very genuine.
Wasn't he the victor? Couldn’t he af
ford to laugh?
"I hocked my trunk," announced Kit
ty regretfully.
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! I’ll
help you! It’s under his bed."
Like two children on a ^ark, instead
of a man and woman contemplating
matrimony—and a possible life partner-
sh lp_the 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.
"I’d like to dance a fandango—but
time presses. Go get your possessions.
Kitty!” exulted Dick.
Kitty started across the corridor, but
Dick called after her:
•Sav. can I empty my bag into your
tr "Sure"’ cried Kitty merrily, enter
ing" into the spirit of this far-from-
sacred occasion.
Dick tossed most of the contents of
hi* bag helter-skelter into the bottom
of the trunk. But he lifted carefully,
affectionately even, and laid In neat
rows in a trav. a choice collection of
colored shirts—pink. blue, lavender—a
rainbow-hued galaxy.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
AT BAY a Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
(Novelized by)
(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.)
TO-DAY’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
dome 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 was 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 Lord 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.
"Thej/ were stringin’ you, Chief," said
Holbrook, tilting back on his heels and
smiling with the bland innocence of a
cherub.
"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
lays.”
Dempster began to examine the floor,
slowly working toward the window—
Donnell followed in his wake. And Hol
brook stood helpless, wondering how
much they would discover.
At last the Chief produced a small I
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 Over so slightly—there
was that pitiful 1 little roll of treasury
bills, letters, typed briefs, but no clew
A little moan of impatience and fear
threatened to burst 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 fearet -now—he KNEW!
"Aline! Good God!” burst from his
tortured lips.
Donnell turned quickly at the sound
of liis voice.
"Did ye speak to me, sor?"
"Yes—what did you find outside
there?” asked Larry, 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. He 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 venture^ a little exhalation.
He h®d 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 tlie 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.
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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 a
cause of freedom that was not his own
must show the utmost cold caution in
protecting that cause. DUTCH DUGAN
WOULD AID NICARAGUA—A LINK
GRAHAM WAS CAPTAIN HOL
BROOK’S CAUSE!
Larry Holbrook had two distinguish
ing marks of his race flexible lips that
followed 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.
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
M rs. lysander 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 struggle had been
left out of her life.
The account of the meeting of the
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. Lysander
John had never been held to account,
and, overwhelmed with the passion
for martyrdom which is now engulf
ing her sex, she felt that she had
been wronged.
"He hasn't a-sked it,” she thought,
"but I know that he is wondering
what I did with the ten dollars rie
gave me yesterday. I will put my
self within the pale of martyrdom
and suffer with my sisters by giving
him a detailed account hereafter or
every cent l spend. When it comet
to suffering for the Cause, I
never have it said of
shirked my share."
That evening, when Lysander John
had retired behind his newspaper and
| was settling to his own satisfaction
the Mexican problem, his wife began:
"You gave me $10 yesterday.’*
Lysander John looked over his pa
per, nodded, and went back to Huerta.
Hearing his wife’s voice again, he
absent-mindedly began to fumble in
the pocket where he kept his oaah.
"I am prepared." he heard his wife
say, "to account for every cent I have
spent of it.”
Lysander John wojs deciding that If
he were Wilson he would let the
Mexicans fight It out. and was Inter
rupted in the soothing thoughts of
! how Lysander John Appleton, Presi
dent of the United States, had, by hie
masterly brain, restored peace to our
warring neighbor by the following
monologue:
"Ice man. 10 cents: 35 cent* for
i milk; $1.75 for having your suit
'pressed; 15 cents, starch; 5 cents,
bluing; 33 cents, meat; 2 cents, soup
bone; 11 cents, silk twist; 11 cents,
ditto; 11 cents, ditto; 5 cents, tape; \
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; 13
j cents, ditto; 12 cents, ditto; 12 cent*,
! ditto; 12 cents, dit ”
But she read no more, for Lysander
John, leaching across the table, tore
the list from her hand and stamped it
on the floor.
"For heaven's sake,” he cried, "why
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
about it!”
"If the men," he gTumbled 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
hold them."
But somehow Mrs. Lysander John
was not satisfied. Those who long to
suffer martyrdom seldom are.
A Boon Indeed.
'At last," exclaimed the long-haired
inventor, “I have evolved the greatest
practical blessing of the age!’’
"Oh, tell me, Theophllus, tell me
what it is,” begged his 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 I am! Here I am!’ "
ing indifference when his Celtic emotion
threatened to betray him, and twinkling
hazel eyes that carried in tnem the
smiles and sighs, the tender wistful-
ness and the strength of his own Isle
of Mists. Set over his eyes were
straight, heavy brows that had a way
of liftihg at the corners like a French
man’s hands.
The lips were fixed in determination
now'—Larry Holbrook would fight. The
brows were s/*t in straight lines of
strength and beneath their battlements
his eyes were half closed. They wore
the expression they had learned to take
when he searched for places for an
enemy hid behind the cactus or the :
mesa or the shifting dunes 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 venturing 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 stage of his own actions
with deft quickness. He idly shifted
the box back of him, smacked his lips j
speculatively to cover any noise he had
made and gazed in a general clew-
searehing way about the room. But
Donnell was still intent on 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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His appetite was very changeable, chief
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and altogether he was in a deplorable
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1 everything that was recommended for
isucli troubles, hut still he suffered. At
last he became convinced that he was
i the victim of a horrible parasite, and
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i Ho kept getting weaker and thinner,
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