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\ © Every Mans Conscience Tallis in Too Small a Voice to Suit His Wife W tTV, © 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- The Gold Witch £ ^ Being t!ie Adventures of a Golden-Haired Heiress | .Vo. 5—All's Fair in Love and B or BY STELLA FLORES Daysey May me And Her Folks win me that I r 0M 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 I flowers, and his stock goes up accordingly. In a surprisingly short time she is comparatively happy again. The Quickest, Simplest Cough Remedy Easily and Home. Cheaply Made Saves You $2. at This plan makes a pint of cough syrup—enough to last a family a < long time. You couldn’t or as good cough syrup for S-oO. $ Simple as it is, it gives almost } , Instant relief and usually conquers ' an ordinary cough in 24 hours, Jinis / is partly due to the fact that it is , / slightly laxative, stimulates the ap- i petite and has an excellent tonic er- j ( feet. It. is pleasant to take—chu- , J dren like it. An excellent remedy, ( too, for whooping cough, spasmodic l croup and bronchial asthma. > Mix one pint of granulated sugar with pint of warm water, and stir for 2 minutes. Put 2% ounces of ( Pinex (fifty cents’ worth) in a pint bottle, and a/ld the Sugar Syrup. It ( keeps perfectly. Take a teaspoon- ful every one, two or three hours. . Pine is one of the oldest and best - ly»own remedial agents.for the throat membranes. Pinex is a most vaiu- > able concentrated compound oi ; Norway white pine extract, and is ) rich in guaiacol and other natural ;■ healing elements, other preparations ( will not work in this combination. The prompt results from this mix- l ture have endeared it to thousand. ' of housewives in the I'm ted ^tate. and Canada, which explains why «ne plan lias been imitated often—but ’ never successfully. , „ : \ guaranty of absolute satisfac- tion. or money promptly refunded, goes with this preparation. > ou ‘ druggist has Pinex. or will get it for von. If not. send to. The I inex Co., K< i t Wayne. Ind. 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. We have mov^d to our new store, 97 Peachtree Street. ATLANTA FLORAL CO. 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 Statement in one-third the Time / "The greatest 'labor saver we have in our office. . . 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