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@ ~ Job, Being a Man, Missed the Greatest Affliction: He Didn't Have to Put Up With a Husband @ © (Novelized by> 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. CHICHESTER S PILLS ' 111 DIAMOND URA.N1>. a fa 4 *-**-?'# * ■ ■ 1 krd * n, i Oold nirtalltc\X^) : !!?*?*• sealed with Blue Ribbon, 'vf r‘5 ’ vj Buy **r yoar V I / fff Ask f >r< I’ l.« FRY I JV IM ATovr* URANrt PIM.A. 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 T 1 .A.mj.n’i.y; “Aw 1 That stuff’s second-hand!' ■»i/r jillND IIKANII HILLI,'ror ti years known as Best. Safest. Always R ell«bl« SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHFR5 is extremely rich in gluten, being made from Durum wheat, the cereal that ranks high in protein. Very easily digested is Faust Macaroni. Savory, too—write for free recipe book and see how many different ways la this strength-building food can be served. At all grocers’—5c end 10c packages Every Woman U interested and ihonld know about the wonderful Marvel . Douche Like I do, won’t come round an'say Ask vonrdrnt'zistfor !t if be < ply the MARVRL, accept no other, hr* MAULL BROS. St. Louis. VTo I AT BAY 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. f The Tenth Anni versary Number of the Los Angeles “Examiner” will be out Wednesday, December 24th. It will be a re markable edition. 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