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Every Man’s Conscience Talks in Too Small a Voice to Sait His Wife
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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
The Gold Witch j* ^Being the Adventures of a Golden-Haired Heiress]
BY STELLA FLORES
No. 6—All's Fair in Ixme and War
Daysey Mayme
And Her Folks
r>t#d from the Big Broadway Slice*aa i
By Owen Oavla.
Novelized by'
From Owen Pavla’ play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse, New York, by I
William A Brady —Copyright, 1913. by j
nter"natlonal News Service.)
ro DAY’S'INSTALLMENT
No!" said Kitty
■‘Well - rood-bye." Dick started for
rhe door and then stopped—a curious
little amlle had come over hla face. He
knew the old spirit of comradeahlp—
the old Interest® of the "email-time
artiste’ ’ life He came back again,
smiling broadly—and stood Juat back of
the table—where he could touch Kitty
'1 he would.
"The Fix Quigleys are on the bill at
Albany Shall I give ’em your love?"
Kitty's face brightened with a grow
ing flame of Intereat.
"The Quigleys' I haven't seen ’em In
four years. I d like to eee Marne again—
and the bunch!” Her voice took on a
far-away reminiscent tone. "IT WAS
FUN SOMETIMES"’
"Moat games Is fun sometimes—and
•nost of am la—HEEL—sometimes.”
•aid Dick, with slow strews. "Good
bye.*'
He went to the door, then stopped
He had another Inspiration
"Kitty!—"
"Well?"
Dick came back again
"That's some song -too classy for the
ittle time, and I know a clever guy—
<1 real swell author, that’s got a sure
Are sketch He’e a cripple -an* he'll let
me have It for the price of one of them
folnted 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 V>M I’fe, for the old
'bunch,’ and ambition- such ambition
*a might still flicker In the ease lapped
*oul of a little vampire Kttty Claire.
So long"’ he concluded and went as
Vr as turning the handle of the door
«nd picking up his big leather bag
Nitty wondered aloud
The man gets all the fat In that
><etAh, I suppose?’’
Stiir part for the girl.’’ Dick was |
**ry sure of himself now "Good-bye.” I
He started down the corridor.
"I’m coming—I’ll go"’ cried Kitty
lalre
You will?" Dick was like most peo-
>le who scheme and plan for a thing
When they get that "consummation de-
.outly to be wished" they suddenly re-
ax. and scarcely know how to accept
heir success
Kitty spoke with a feeling of breath-
ess desire to get It all over quickly—
Hilck1$ before her fickle little mind
-hanged again past all her willing.
By FRANCES L. CARBIDE.
Kitty’s Philosophy.
I can’t stand It here! Ml be sorry,
will you, but I’ll go!"
Somehow now that the moment had
• >me—the moment toward which Dick’s
•very effort had been tending for the
oast month, there was Just a simple
of-courseness about It all. It seemed
*he obvious thing to do Emotion was a
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 l*>-
Roy had come hack 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 Famson whom
she nor circumstance could conquer, had
marched atemly and strongly out of her
lfa.
Dick went forward to kiss the girl ha
iad won—at last
"Let's wait!” cried Kitty scarcely un
lerstandlng her own motive. "1 know
Pm a fool - but he’s such a Queer kid ”
She could leave Kenneth for Dick; but
on the eve of going she could not kiss
hla more than successor In the room
sacred to the one man who had thought
her "good.”
Recoiling 1c amused amazement, Dick
ried:
"A little more and ypu’d been stuck
'»n him!”
"I wonder? Dick. I wonder? Rome-
T OM 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 neighborhojd.
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 1 flowers, and his stock goes up accordingly! Tn
a surprisingly short time she is comparatively happy again. \
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ntand woman! .lust now I don’t pro
clsely 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!”
Kttty pondered on aloud putting Into
finer womanhood the fineness she and
circumstances had starved and battered
about and beaten into subjection- -the
U'omanhood 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 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 pome 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 hack to call time
on the ten minutes he gave me for
savin’ tho fond farewells.”
Dick’s mirth w-as 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 1 guess you'll have to borrow
the kid’s Where is it?"
Mischievous and Irresponsible glee IK
Kitty’s face.
"That's a real scream. Come on! I'll
help you! It’s under his bed.”
ldke two children on a l^rk, Instead
of a 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 banged
It down on the floor
•’I'd like to dance a fandango -but
time presses Go get your possessions.
Kitty" .-xulted Dick.
Kitty started across the corridor, but
Dick calfed after her:
“Say, can I empty my bag Into your
trunk ?’’
‘Sure"' cried Kttty merrily, enter-
j Ing into the spirit of this far-from-
j sacred occasion
Dick tossed most of the contents of
| his bag helter-skelter Into the bottom
of the trunk. But he lifted carefully
| affectionately even, and laid in neat
| rows in a tray, a choice collection of
colored shirts pink, blue, lavender—a
| rainbow-hued galaxy
Be Continued Te- morrow,
BAY a Thrilling Story ot Society Blackmailers
features and he wae idly examining the
desk as the curtains parted and Chief
I Dempster came back from tho fruitless
search.
To Be Continued To.morrow.
RS. LYSANDER JOHN AP
PLETON put down her news
paper with a look of deep con
cern. As a member of tho Sisterhood
of Struggling Women she felt that
some Incentive to struggle had hear
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 acoount for
every cent they spent. Mrs.. Dyeander
I John had never been held to aooouat
and, overwhelmed with the nasstoe
for martyrdom which Is now engulf
! ing her sex. she felt that she had
j been wronged.
"He hasn’t asked It," she •-'bought
"but I know that he Is wondering
i what I did with the ten dollars h-
gave me yesterday I will put my
self within the pale of martyrdom
and suffer with my sisters by giving;
him a detailed aocount hereafter o
every cent I spend. When It ooeao
to suffering for the Cause, 1 wli
never have it said of me that
shirked my share.’’
That evening, when Eysander John
had retired behind his newspaper an,
was settling to his own satisfaction
the Mexican problem h!s wife began
“You gave me $10 yesterday."
Lysander John looked over his >v
per, nodded, and went back to Huerts
Hearing his wife’s voice again, h«
absent-mindedly began to fumble Sn
| the pocket where he kept hie cash.
"I am prepared," he heard his wffe
say, “to account for every cent l hav»
! spent of it.”
Lysander John was deciding that St
he were Wilson he would let the
Mexicans tight It out, and wa* 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; 85 cents for
milk; $1.75 for having your suit
pressed; 15 cents, starch; 6 cents,
1 bluing; 33 cents, meat; 2 cents, soup
bone; 11 cents, silk twist; 11 cent?.
I ditto; 11 cents, ditto; 6 cents, tape; 4
cents, buttons; IS cants, 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,
| ditto; 12 cents, dit J '
But 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.” hs cried, “why
tell me all that? What do I care hov
| you spend It, Just so you let m
alone? Hera 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 whem alone In hi?
den, “had to listen to the account of
how their wives spend every penny,
j there wouldn’t be Insane asylums to
| hold them.”
But somehow Mrs. Lysander Joh
! was not satisfied. Those who long t.
suffer martyrdom seldom are
A Boon Indeed
"At last," exclaimed the I on®:-hatred
Inventor, "I have evolved the greate*
practical blessing of the agel H
"Oh, tell me, Theophilus, tall 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!'**
(Nevafltftd by>
(From the play by George Scar
borough, non being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York.
Ferial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
'Glad you came along. Captain,”
sum the Chief with hi* strong, steady,
sure-of-itself smile. The man was of
granite mold. Duty was hla 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. Ann his mouth and Jaw
and he had the Arm 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 was all that showed on
Holbrook's face as he answered with
tne 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 I.iord loves the Irish," remarked
I^arry piously to himself But aloud all
he said was an Indifferent "Yea."
With a bit of a challenge In hls voice,
the Chief waved hls hand around the
room and smiled "And now, my lad.
let's see some of that tine work they
say you used to do In Manila."
| His Chance.
"They were stnngin’ you. Chief,” said
Holbrook, tilting back on hls heels and
smiling with the bland Innocence of a
cherub.
"Was that window up when you got
here. Donnell?" asked Dempster In a
businesslike ton$. He would show this
young Captain some flne work of hls
own.
"Yes, Chief. Everything is as it
lays.'
Dempster began to examine the floor,
slowly working toward the window—
Donne’1 followed in his wake And Hol
brook stood helpless, wondering how
much they would discover.
At last the Chief produced a small
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 burst from bis heart and
wing Its betraying path across his lips.
Holbrook’s eyes flashed and hls 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
hls attention—something was striving
to penetrate hls consciousness.
He suddenly became aware of Flagg's
clenched left hand—there was somethin r
sinister and Intent In that clutching
white list—the tense hand of the dead
man seemed alive with awful meaning.
Holbrook darted one quick look , at
Donnell. Then be caught those cold
Angers in hls 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
hls 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 hls. 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!
"Allnel Good God!” burst from hls
tortured lips.
Donnell turned quickly At the sound
of hls voice.
“Did ye speak to me, sor?"
"Yes—what did you find outside
there?” asked Larry, recovering himself
quickly. y
“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 his breath.
He wanted to shout and exult, but he
controlled himself. He gave one wry
glance at the emerald broqch. 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 hls 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 mant
he. wiped off the feeling of that contact
and the memory of those clammy fingers
on hls clothes.
Shielding Aline
And now having satisfied hls boyish
} squeamishness the soldier looked about
! tor the next task he must perform. He
j was alert and purposeful in every taut
| nerve. The man who with daredevil
recklessness would risk hls life for a
cause of freedom that was not hls own
must show the utmost cold caution in
protecting that cause DUTCH DUGAN
WOULD AID NICARAGUA-ALINE
GRAHAM WAS CAPTAIN HOL
BROOK’S CAUSE!
Larry Holbrook had two distinguish
ing marks of his race—flexible Ups that
for owed hls mood and drooped or
twitched quickly from smile to disguis-
ng indifference when hls 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 liftfbg 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
hls eyes were half closed. They wore
the expression they had learned to take j
when ho 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 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 hls own actions
with deft quickness. He idly shifted !
the box back of him, smacked his lips |
speculatively to cover any noise he had I
made and gazed in a general clew-
searching way about the room. But
Donnell was still intent on dangers from
outside.
Holbrook moved with rapid-fire action
now. He went hastl'y over to hls top
coat and put the japanned dispatch box
in the sleeve. On his face wag an ex
pression of frantic bafflement that was
slowly turning to anguish. But with
lightning play a smile illuminated his
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