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not quite fathom Holbrook’s little game
not yet, at any rate. But would the
chief of the United States Secret Serv
ice be duped by a lad who had once,
worn the livery of the nation. And had
given up soldiering to “carry a mes
sage to Garcia.”
Holbrook never recognised a lost
cause. Hope could not be forlorn to
him. To tight, to smile, to turn and
tight again, to wrest victory from de
feat —and still to smile—that was his
theory of life. But was he fighting to
protect womanhood from the legacy of
shame of this dead blackmailer, this
venomous spider, or was Aline Gra
ham, SLAYER, still the woman he
loved ?
“No,” said the chief, in a tone of cer
tainty, “the wind from the window
would blow the papers away from it!” *
"And the draft, hitting the wall, might
whir rl them back," said Holbrook,
brightly illustrating his point with
sweeping arms.
The chief laughed—but his eyes were
still questioning, and his lips were cold.
He stooped and picked up the rose Hol
brook had held and found no time to
conceal.
“See this rose, Captain—it was
stepped on a dozen times in the strug
gle.”
“One turn of the heel would grind
it that much,” returned our Captain,
airily.
I “A whirling Dervish couldn't have
done it by himself,” retorted the Chief
with the pleasant assurance of a man
who knows he knows.
“With that stiletto in him lie d move
round pretty lively! Nothing to it,
Chief—SUICIDE!”
The Chief shook his head. The pjfr-
ley was over.
“Call that boy!” he commanded Don
nell
j “Tommy!—come here!” shouted Don
nell obediently. v
| "Yes. sir,’’ quavered an answering
! voice.
The Captain kept the situation easy,
friendly, a matter of mere differing
opinion.
“The mistake professional detectives
make, Chief,, is to imagine a mystery
in everything that's not ABC to
them right off the reel!”
The curtains parted again and Tommy
came in. A terrible disintegration
seemed to have taken place in the
boy’s nature. It was as if he had been
set adrift in strange seas, rudderless,
plotless. He scarcely dared look at the
dark form sprawled -across the table.
There was no dignity in death here.
His uncle dud lay as he had fallen in
agony, unattended a piece of evidence
—not the tomb of a human soul. And
it was still the same night when his
uncle had said. “You’re a good boy,
Tommy, and your uncle loves you.” The
boy was hideously alone now—and his
j Uncle Jud was only a thing sprawled
! across a table. It appears that even
j a spider may be loved by its own.
The boy trembled down into
I unbidden, but he could not sta
I horrible nightmare was weaket
j too much.
j “Who touched this hand?”
i the Chief, suddenly, becomin
! of some change in the dea<
posture.
“Not me, Chief,” Donnell
to exclaim.
The Cflief turned to tHe boy
“Did you touch anything in this room
before the police came?”
“No, sir.” quavered the boy.
"Don’t lie to me.”
•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.
He still held his little pocket flash
light in his hand. Larry blessed the
inventor thereof.
“Great little instrument, Chief!” said
he. "Did it—lead you anywhere?”
The chief declined to commit himself.
Had he seen that long, black box slid
ing into the sleeve of a topcoat?
“Well, what do you make of it?”
asked the chief smiling with firm set
lips. A man who smiles w r ith keen eyes
and fixed jaw is strong enough to be a
dangerous foe.
Holbrook’s brows lifted like birds
ready for flight. He was easy and
quizzical in manner like a child set to
explain to his master a problem they
both understand.
“Looks rather simple to me!" said he.
“Let’s see,” queried the chief.
“Money on table—no robbery ”
“Right!”
“His own paper file.” said Holbrook,
sweeping his eye over the spider crea
ture who still clutched the blood
stained weapon he had drawn from his
breast.
False Clews.
•'How do we know that?" from Derap-
ster.
“Receipted bills on it—below the
bloodstain. They were there when the
deed was done, and no assassin goes
about armed with a bill file.”/ The
brogue deepened a bit, and Larry
winked with shameless friendliness at
Donnell.
The chief nodded “right!”
Larry approached his climax with
easy grandiloquence. “Stabbed in front
and not from behind, as art assassin,
cowardly creature, would be sure to
do. Chief, there's nothing to it," he
continued in a voice that seemed to
be saying that he knew the chief was
fully as clever as lie, and would see
this, too, so that his words were hardly
needed where the tiling was so dead
easy, so open and shut. Oh, there was
blarney in that voice—blarney—and
By MAUDE MILLER
Miss Helen Bannon
arc many pretty women
who do not take a pretty pic
ture. and there are women who
k beauty, but whom the art of the
otographer transforms into a be-
;■ for an artist’s model.
\nd there are also women who
ve beauty that . not lo: t 6efore a
uera. and M>- H“!en Hannon, in
op o’ Mv Thumb," is one of that
from filling one’s lungs
T if at the same time
fitment is allowed to
encourage them to stay, and wrinkles--
result. She is regular in her hours
of rest and outdoor exercise, with
out which regime no good looks last
long. )
She spends a great deal "f h r time
out of doors, and walks long dis-
“I find, too, that the best results
are «Vb;a':ied when one walks alone.
Tor ; :i ] nip fra brisk walk by her-
s- lf walks linin’ rapidly. She is not
i<• njptfmI to pause at -soda fountains,
and is less likely to yield to the
f laving for chocolate. either of
which is a detriment in keeping the
eyas bright and the skin clear.
“‘Beauty Sc iris' j misnomer:
there is no secret to beauty. Any
gill who is healthy and happy and
helpful becomes beautiful to those
she loves. Thr*e H's >hat are in-
\ I ;•.’•!'• to the girl who longs for
beauty: Health, 1 lappiness and Help
fulness.”
hastened
briskly, as with a definite idea in
mind.
“The shop window gait," she said
with a laugh, “brings no definite re
turns. On the contrary. 1 am quite
satisfied that the woman who 'does
all her exercising in the shopping
district sees so many distractingiy
pretty things in the windows that she
becomes a little envious, and the
otherwise beneficial effects of out
door exercise are lost in the feeling
of envy they inspire. No one can "get
To 3e Continued To-morrow.
she said she had
her troubles and
A Second-Hand Christmas
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE_
Do Y ou Know
.Mr. and Airs. Earle Maddox, of Los
Ai'geii , ( who at the mature ages
of sixteen and fourteen, respectively,
have just become man and wife, have
drawn up a detailed agreement for
thiii futur*' domestic relations. Two
of tiie more important clauses pro
vide Hi,it the husband shall help wash
the dishes, and the wife shall refrain,
mi < •! < of < : pute, from “speaking
I WISHT that I could find some place where Christmas toys was
cheap,
The only kind 1 ever get is off a rubbish heap,
An’ though I almost fool myself perlendin’ they are new,
An’ have real fun a-makin’ b'iieve that Santa Claus is true,
IPs always spoiled the Christmas fun that I have gone an’ planned
To hear the other kids sing out: “Them things is second hand!”
I ’SPOSF. when little kids is poor they hadn't ought to spect
That Santa Claus would come around an’ bring ’em things direct
I ’spose they’d ought to be content with lookin’ in a store
And wonderin’ just what lucky kids them lovely things is for.
Mr. A. B. Alyers, of MilierBville, Pa.,
who lost both his hands, shot eigh
teen squirrel during a one-day hunt
ing trip, ilk- gun was strapped to the.
stumps of hi- firms, and he pulled the
trigger with his teeth.
FOOD FOR MUSCLES,
BONES AND FLESH
Mr. K. H. Fenn, the oldest reporter
• >f the Divorce (’curt in London, who
recently published a book entitled
"Thirty Yeses in the Divorce Court,’
died the other dev. It is said that he
had listened to 30,000 divorce cases.
Now's the time to make sure that
your children get all the food necessary
V to build up their muscles and bones and
dtr"’ P ut 0,1 Their physical future depends
largely on what they eat now.
There’s more real nutrition in a 10c package of
Faust Macaroni than in 4 lbs. of beef— prove it by
your doctor.
It is stated that more steel and iron
•tr used annua’! in the manufacture
of t.v p'-v > is a ml pens than in Hie
manufacture of arms and ardnance.
tl'< hearing of a beer atlul-
htirge in Berlin, Judge, jury-
coiit * I each solemnly drank
< f the suspected liquor.
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B UT yesterday when I went out I got cheered up again,
For in a dirty areaway I found a busted train;
The coaches didn’t have no wheels, the engine wouldn’t run,
But 1 will have it Christmas Day, an’, gee! it will be fun
To tuck it in my stockin’ when I go to bed at night
An’ make believe that I’m surprised, as soon as it gets light.
I ’VE got some Christmas post cards, that I’ll pin up on the wall,
An’ I’ll pertend that Santa Claus has been here after all.
It’s easy tliinkin things like that when no one else is round.
To know that all the things you’ve got is only what you’ve found;
An’ I do hope the other kids, who never understand
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A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
Advice to the
Lovelorn
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York
I Novelized byl
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
NO.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am deeply in love with a
young man two years my senior.
We have always been the best of
friends and are yet, but when
ever or whatever, we are speak
ing about, he will always men
tion. or sav something; nice
about a young girl with whom he
used to associate. Whether he
wants to see if I am jealous or
not, I do not know. Should I
continue paying all my atten
tions to him, as he says lie cares
for me better than any other girl
he knows? ANXIOUS.
A man who entertains a girl ex
tolling the virtues of some other girl
will make a very uncomfortable hus
band.
You must cure him of the habit by
dropping compliments for some for
mer lover of yours. Don’t let him
monopolize all your time. Make him
see that you are yet to be won. and
don’t carp very much if he is the
winner, or some other man.
NO.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 18 and deeply in love with
a young man three years my
senior. He declares he loves me,
and me only, but lie flirts with
every strange girl he sees. He
has been known to give presents
to some other young girls of his
acquaintance and also takes
then to entertainments. Do you
think he really loves me as he
says he does? J. M. B.
His great love is for himself. A
man who fiirts is vain, weak, fickle
and silly. He desires to be loved by
more than one woman, a character
istic in a man which spells woe for
every woman who i.<? weak enough to
care for him.
DON’T TRY.
I am 18, and deeply in love
with a young man one year my
senior. Sr me time ago I said
something I should not have said
to him. I have written him an
apology, but have not heard from
him since. How may I regain his
love, as I love him dearly?
BLONDY.
You oft>TV’€--t\ and you apologized,
mil he h • >' ref us d to accept the
apology. T 1 re is no’ ing more for
you to do but trv to forget him.
1 am sorry, my dear, but I can not
let you go on your knees, and tli.it
is what : iiy further attempt on your
part toward a reconciliation would
mean.
Ke Was Careful.
Little Tommy was bringing in the
new kittens to show the visitor. He
brought tiie first two into the room,
jrr.ving them painstakingly by the
tails while they howled and spit with
vigor.
“Oh. Tommy!" exclaimed the visi
tor. “you musn’t hurt the poor little
things’.”
“No, madam, I won’t,” Tommy re
plied, "I'm carrying them by tiie
stems.”
i From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the IMayhou.se, New York, by
WlUlam A. Brady. Copyright, 15*13, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
“There, my beauties!" cried he. press
ing a fairly ecstatic kiss on one tucked
pink bosom, “You %ill make one sure
fire hit in Oshkosh!”
Kitty came flying in, with her own
personal rainbows on her arm—In they
went, higgledy-piggledy *>lek might
be an “expert packer,” but the time of
Kenneth’s return was imminent.
And while Dick pressed down the
measure full and running over, Kitty
flew back and forth across the hall
with armful after armful of her pos
sessions coming to rest in the mass in
Kenneth Nelson's “borrowed" trunk.
“Here! Careful!! Hurry up!!!’’ were
her somewhat confusing orders 10
Dick.
But he managed a* best suited his
ideas of arrangement and hurry.
"Here we are," sried Dick, with an
air of satisfaction. She dropped the
clothes and began dancing gayly. Dick
was humming. “Meet Me In Spoontime,
Dearie." Together they finished the
song to their mutual satisfaction. Kitty
knelt by his side to view his arrange
ments In "internal economy.’
Going to Be Fun.
“It's going to be fun. Dick! It’s go
ing to be fun!’’ she cried at last gayly.
Dick acquiesced heartily. “Sure it is.
Don’t leave nothin’ valuable."
"Leave that to me,” promised Kitty.
She ran hack to her room ror some
thing forgotten.
Dick calmly, marched up to Ken's
great chest of drawers and selected at
random a few of Ken’s shirts and col
lars and cravats .Vs he came back to
the trunk with well-filled arms. Kitty
returned with an armful of things.
"We’ll need 'em for the dressing
room,” she began explaining, and then
stopped at the sight of Dick’s plunder.
Dick was quite calm and * elected,
“Me un' him’s about the same '
he explained
"He got some nice shirt studs,” said
Kitty unexpectedly to Dick.
She ran to the bureau and began
rummaging reckVssly until she f<>»md
them.
"Here, put 'em in your pocket! I
guess i gotta u ;rht to something. You
needn't be afraid.”
“1 shouid worry!"
“It’s time to say a last farewell.”
said Kitty, lightly
Dick fell on his knees before the
trunk added his plunder to its seeth
ing contents, locked and strapped it,
rose to his feet, brushed off tiie knees
of his trousers critically and exclaimed:
"That was a fit job for tHat fool Pot
ter.”
“Come on.” cried Kitty, gayly. “All
aboard.”
“AM right, heave to and lend a hand,
matle! I’ll shoulder my end. and you
give us a lift with t’other end.”
“You forgot the piano!" said a new
voice, wlfh a feeble attempt at sarcasm.
It was .Jim who hail stumbled down the
corridor while the looting party was en
gaged in its engrossing occupation.
"Hello, there!” cried Kitty, noncha
lantly and vouchsafing no information
or excuse. "Come on. Dick!”
“All ready!” said Dick, shouldering
his end of the burden.
“Here! .Here! What you goin’ ta
do? What's goin' to become of the oid
man?” cried Jim. in abject terror of tiie
helpless days lie felt were fast ap
proaching “the old man.”
Left Alone.
“Good-bye!” said Kitty, indifferently.
"You a’n’t goin’ to leuvo me again,
Kitty! What can I do?”
"Ishkibibble!” was Kitty’s reply.
Bearing the trunk with its loot and
booty between them, laughing gayly at
the old man’s discomfiture and at the
sorry surprise they had left'for Ken,
Kitty ami Dick pranced lightly and cal
lously from the room. So they went
out of the life of Kenneth Nelson; but
the trail of the serpent is marked with
sllmer-and Kitty May had left poison as
W’ell as slime in Kenneth Nelson’s life
and mind.
Poor old Jim! Gone were the days
of “kebs” ami human sociability! Come
were the days of taxis with clocks tick
ing instead of live hoofs beating! And
his daughter, with a heart fit to meas
ure like a little human taxi clock, had
left him to his fate—left him with a
laugh. Solitary, dejected, in deep dis
tress. the old man sat In Kenneth Nel
son s dismantled room through long
weary moments. Ho had not initiative
enough to go—-and yet he knew what
Ken thought of “James” and his alien
presence so far from the servants’ hall.
At last the door opened and the mas
ter of the sorry house came in. Ken
looked about In wonderment.
What's this?” he demanded.
"Gone! Run away with Dick L- Roy!"
said Jim. He scarcely lifted hit hope
less old head.
“With Dick Le Roy? Left me—for—
Dick Le Roy!“
I he bey s tone took on a curious
numbness -almost a detachment from
Tfe and fee ing as if this final desertion
on the part of her for whom he had
borne the desertion of all his own pco-
r*lc had happened to some one else than
hlmse'f. 0
Jim Tells All.
"Vos.” -hhIiI tiie* old man. looking at
iim curiously. ‘Tie's been playing for
It for weeks.”
Kenenth sat down by the table—lie
•ank deep into the old armchair and
began laughing bitterly-J-his eyes on the
money lie had secured the bil's he held
in his hands. Startled by tiie bitter
ness of that hollow laugc. Jim went to
him.
“Kind of tough on you, but it was
coming to you. I knew that all along.
She never sticks she don’t know how. - ’
MMi/* old man’s tone was curiously gen
tle and patient, as if he felt that he
was talking to a chilli who had been
hurt as if he were in the very ante
chamber of death.
Ken droped the b-ils no had pro
cured- too late. He sank forward pow-
erlossly and hid ids face in his hands.
And deep from his heart there welled
a cry:
“What have I done—what have 1
done with my life?”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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