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Every Mans Conscience 1 all^s in loo Small a Voice to Suit His Wife
Adapted from the Big Broadway Success
By Owen Oavis.
I Novelized by 1
(From Owen Davis’ play now help* pre
sented at the Playhouse. New York, by
William A. Brady —Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
“No!” said Kitty
“Well- -good-bye.” Dick started for
the door and then stopped—« curious
little smile hod como over his face. He
knew the old spirit of comradeship
the old interests of the “small-time
artists’ ” life. He came back again,
smiling broadly—and stood Just hack of
the table—where he could touch Kitty
if he would.
“The 81x Quigleys sre on the bill at
Albany. Shalt I give ’em your love?”
Kitty's face brightened with a grow
ing flame of Interest.
“The Quigleys! I haven't seen ’em in
four years. I’d like to see Mame again -
and the bunch"’ Her voice took on a
far-away reminiscent tone. “IT WAS
FTN. SOM K TIM Eg!”
“Most games is fun sometimes—and
most of 'em ia — HELL—sometimes,”
said Dick, with slow stress "Good
bye "
He went to the door. thin stopped
He had another inspiration.
“Kitty!—”
“Weir’”
Dick came back again.
“That's some song—too classy for the
little 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
jointed 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
liness for the old life, for the old
"bunch,” and ambition—such ambition
as might still flicker in the ease-lapped
soul of a little vampire. Kitty Claire.
“8o long!” he concluded, and went os
far as turning the handle of the door
and picking tip 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 "Qood-bye.”
He started down the corridor.
“I’m 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 “conqpmmatlon 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 ail 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 Ttick’s
every effort had been tending for the
past month, there was just a simple
of-courseneas about it all. It seemed
the obvious thing to do. Emotion was u
quality from which Kitty felt for a mo
ment walled and protected by ail the
emotion she had been feeling from that
moment long weeks ago when Dick 1^-
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
life.
Dick went forward to kiss the girl he
l ad won—at last.
“Let's wait!” cried Kitty scarcely un
dei-standlng her own motive. “I know
1 m a fool—but he's such a queer kid.” I
She could leave Kenneth for Dick; but
on the eve of going she could not kjsa
his more than successor in the room
sacred to the one man who had thought
her “good.”
Recoiling in amused amazement, Dick
cried:
“A little more and you'd been stuck
on him!”
”1 wonder? Dick, 1 wonder? Some-
T OM and tlio (‘ockatoo an> 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 W itch 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 anl flowers, and his stock goes up accordingly. In
a surprisingly short time she is comparatively happy again.
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
M rs LYSANDER JOHN AP
PLETON put down her news -
paper with a look of deep con-.
rein. 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. Lyaajider
John had never been held to account.
I and, overwhelmed with the passion
1 for martyrdom which is now engulf
ing her sex, she felt that she hao
been wronged.
■ He hasn't asked It,” she thought,
"but I know that he is wondering
what I did with the ten dollars he
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 of
I 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 John
had retired behind his newspaper and
was settling to ids own satisfaction
the Mexican problem, his wife began.
"You gave me S10 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 cash.
"I am prepared.” he 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 fight it out, and was inter
rupted in the soothing thoughts of
! how Lysander John Appleton, Presi
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: $1.75 for having your suit,
i pressed; 15 Cents, starch; 5 cents,
1 bluing; 33 cents, meat; 2 cents, soup
bone; II cents, silk twist; 11 cents,
ditto; 11 cents, ditto: 5 cents, tape; -l
cents, buttons; 16 cents, whalebone;
16 cents, ditto; 10 cents, thread; 10
i cents, ditto; 10 cents, ditto; 10 cents,
ditto; 12 cents, hooks and eyes; 12
cents, ditto; 12 cents, ditto; 12 cents,
ditto: *12 cents, dit ”
But she read no more, for Lysander
John, reaching across the table, tore
the list from her hand and stamped it
: on the fioor.
“For heaven’s sake,” he cried, "why
| tell i*e 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 grumbled to him
self a little later when alone in his
j den, “had to listen to the account of
how their wives spend every penny,
i there wouldn't be insane asylums to
; hold them."
But somehow Mrs. Lysander John
was not satisfied. Those who long to
j suffer martyrdom seldom are.
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5c* . Fori M ayne, lnd
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 loss’ 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 Kitty, who scarcely realized
how different she might have been!
•First, it was to get square and 1 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 bettor got me out of
this, Dick.”
“(‘omo on! Come on here and now
puck your tilings and wo'fl do a flight
before the kid nets back to call time
on the ton minutes ho gave me for
sa.vtn' the fond farewells."
Dick's mirth was very genuine.
Wasn't lio the victor? Couldn't ho af
ford to laugh?
"1 houked piy trut ■ 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 ’it
Kitty's face.
“That's a real scream. Come on! 1 II
help you! It's under his bed.”
Kike two children on u lark, instead
of :i man and woman contemplating
matrimony and a possible life partner
ship 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 bunged
it down on the floor
“I'd like to dance a fandango- but
time presses. Go get your possessions,
Kitty’” exulted Dick.
Kltt> started across the corridor but
Dick cal Ted after her:
*‘Su>. can 1 empty my bag into your
trunk
‘Sure”' cried Kitty merrily, enter
ing into the spirit of this far-from-
sacred occasion
Dick tossed most of tlie content* of
Hi* hag helter-skelter into the bottom
of the trunk But he lifted careful!.'
affectionately even, aim laid m nont
row* in h trav. a choice collection of
colored shirts pink, blue, lavender u
rainbow-hued galaxy.
To Bo Continued Tc-morrov*.
A1
r ]
BAY a
i Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
(Novelized by)
»
(From tlie play by Georgo Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY - tf INSTALLMENT.
"Glad you came along. Captain.”
said the Chief with hi* strong, stead.' - ,
sure-of-Itself smile. The man was of
granite mold. Duty was his fetish. And
for him there wu.s no way but that tlie
criminal must he ground by the ma
chinery of the law. Steel were his eyes,
gray his hair, firm his mouth and jaw
—and lie had the firm strength of a
man to whom right was absolute, ami a
criminal--u criminal! And into ins
sturdy power Aline Graham must soon
coinc when once he had read the dan
gerous evidence of that room from
which site had tied loss than an hour
ago.
V crisp interest in criminals and
criminology was all that showed on
Holbrook’s face as he answered witli
tlie assumption of ease that had carried
him through Moro battle* and the con
flict with the Russian bear.
"This ought to be an interesting case.
Chief. This reading a talc a dead man
can't tell.”
"Shall we look it over unofficially till
flte Inspector gets here?” asked tlie
Chief.
“Tlie Lord loves the Irish, remarked
Isirry piously to himself But aloud all
he said was an indifferent “Yes.”
With a bit of a challenge in his voi« *».
the Chief waved his hand around the
room and smiled. “And now. my lad,
lot's see some of that tine work they
say you used to do in Manila.”
His Chance.
"They were strlngin' you, Chief.’" sa'ui
Holbrook, t.lting hack on his heels ami
smiling with Die 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
ow n.
“Yes. Chief. Everything is as it
lays.”
Dempster began to examine the floor,
slowly working toward the window •
Donnell followed . his wh e \nd Hol
brook stood helpless wondering .
much they would discove:
electric Hash lantern and followed his
trail across the window sill and out Into
the deep gloom of Die night And to
the mgn on guard outside he called:
“Sergeant, keep everyone away from
that window.”
Now was Harry Holbrook's chance.
Intermittent Hashes 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 eve
on Donnell, who was sturdily stand
ing guard at tlie 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, hut 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 lie 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 something
sinister ami intent in that clutching
white flst—the tense hand of the dead
man seemed alive with awful meaning.
Holbrook darted one quick look at
Donnell. Then lie 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
I pried at tlie fingers with grim deterini-
! nation. They yielded their secret.
I Holbrook clutched dizzily at the desk
J —he felt he must have some support in
I 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. s»or'“'
“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 venturd a little exhalation.
He had fairly been holding hisS breath.
He wanted to shout ami exult, hut 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 wjped off his hands on
the black cloth of his suit. Even in the
big moments of life the prejudices of
our own >outli 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 Ins boyish
squeamishness the soldier looked about
i for the next task he must perform, lie
was alert and purposeful in every taut
I 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
j protecting that cause. DUTCH Dl'GAN
j WOULD AID NICARAGUA ALINE
GRAHAM WAS CAPTAIN HoL-
; BROOK'S C VUSl”
lairry Holbrook had two distinguixii-
I Ing marks of his race flexible lips that
| f»>l owed his mood and drooped <>r
' twitched quickly from smile to disguis
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. Set over his eyes were
straight, heavy brows that had a way
of liftlhg at the corners like a French
man's hand*.
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
Die 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
hud svt tin* stage of his own actions
with deft quickness. He idly shifted
the box back of him. smacked his lips
speculatively to cover any noise he had
made and gazed in a general clew-
searching way about the room. But
Donnell was siill intent on dangers from
outside.
Holbrook moved with rapid-fire action
now. He went hastily over to his top
ceat and put the japanned dispatch box
in the sleeve. < >n his face was an ex
pression of frantic bafflement that was
slowly turning to anguish. But with
lightning play a smile illuminated his
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.
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BY STELLA FLORES
Davsey Mayme
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