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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. The Quickest, Simplest Cough Remedy Easily and Cheaply Made at Home. Saves You $2. This plan makes a pint of cougtf 4 syrup - enough to lest a family h 1 long time. You wouldn't buy a* much i or a* good cough syrup for lU.i.O. f Simple as it Is. it given almost , instant relief and usually conquers ! an ordinary cough in L'4 hours. This is )»artly due to the fact that it is ; slightly laxative, stimulates the ap petite and has an excellent tonic et- * feet. It Is pleasant to take chil dren like it. 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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. A Boon Indeed. “At last,” exclaimed the long-Iiaired inventor, “T have evolved the greatest practical blessing of the age!” “Oh, tell me, Theophilus, tell me what it is.” begged his wife. “A collar button with a little phono graph inside that will call otit when it roll? 1 into a dark corner under the dresser: ‘Here I am! Here 1 am’.’ ” Statement in one-third the Time “Tlie 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 Col- lingwood, Ont., say about their Burroughs machine. And we now have a new feature <»n this machine which almost doubles its speed and utility. 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Absent-minded ’ r c.v-s was i*egini;.»:g to manifest and altogether he was in a deplorable condition. Medicines used bv Mr. Da vis were like so much water. He used everything that was recommended for such troubles, but still he suffered. At Iasi lie became convinced that he was the victim of a horrible parasite, and be knowledge nearly drove him mad. He kept getting weaker and thinner, and at last went to the hospital for treatment. T1 ^re several attempt? were made to rid the mar of the monster, hut were only parrially successful, and 1 < suffered. After hr* i-ad spent Tout nr five weeks at the institution < returned home, almost «« bad as before going. t hen he found the sav ing quality. What wa> it" Nothing hut the good old Quaker Extract which has already saved many people from a sure death, and has a list of cures to its i credit here in Atlanta that would All! a book. Mr. Davis procured a bottle' of it. and after only a few davskuse lha* N'-.a-ne sLghtlv sic< T? the stomach one morning after which be expelled the entire cause of all his > eais of agony and distress-a horrible. Mfe-vappmg tapeworm, complete with bean -eck and all. And now he is wonting as well as ever and gaining several pounds over.' week, with no more of h « former trouble. If > ‘»u are a sufferer from any branch <■: stomach, liver or kidney trouble, if >0U hate catarrh in any form, or if you have the pangs and agonies of rheuma tism. you are the one that needs to try . the Quaker Remedies, which are a per- J nmnent cure for all those aistresstngi troubles. Quaker Extract is six for $5 (MX • which i« the regular course of treab-% ment tor long-standing casea, and, three for $2.50, which is the trial treat ment. being sufficient for light cases,’ or children’s complaints. This is the^ least amount that can he used for rea!, permanent results SIAM) single bottle, which is only enough for an infant's, . as*? or removal of worms ir. same. Cal' •n-da Coursey Sr Munn's Drug* store. Marietta Hreet w® prepay, ex pres-- charges on all ordera cf or over. THE FAMILY CUPBOARD The Gold Witch ,< ! Being the Adventures of a Golden-Haired Heiress I v J BY STELLA FLORES Davsey Mayme And Her F oiks