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Job, Being a Main Missed the Greatest Affliction: He Didn't Have to Put Up With a Husband © §* ! AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Beauty <G> as> The Value by of Walking Described Helen Barnion. (Novelized by) From t he play by George Scar- irough. now being presented at the iiirty-nlnth Street Theater. New York. ■Trial rights held and copyrighted by iternational News Service.!) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. He gtill held his little pocket flash- ght in his hand. Larry blessed the inventor thereof. ‘Great little Instrument, Chief:" said .e. “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 with keen eyes and fixed Jaw is strong enough to be a uangerous foe. Holbrook’s brows lifted like birds ady for flight. /\r 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 be had drawn from his breast. False Clews. '•How do we know that?” from Demp 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 1 >onnell. The chief nodded “right!" Larry approached his climax with easy grandiloquence. "Stabbed in front and not from behind, as an assassin, cowardly creature, would be sure to <lo. 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 be. and would see this, too, so that his words were hardly needed where the thing was so dead easy, so open and shut. Oh, there was blarney in that voice—blarney—and hope for a cowering girl. “Nothing to it, Chief—looks to me like suicide.” Chief Dempster smiled quizzically— and shook his head. “Think not?” asked the Irishman. “Look how he held it—to stab him self he’d grip it firmly by the base!" “Oh!” Larry did not hesitate a sec ond. In a duel of wits you watch the other man's eye and keep a firm grip on your rapier. “He probably changed his mind when he pulled it out! Like the chap who decided to end it by drowni ng—and then remembered he could swim!” “He pulled it out.” said the chief in his most flintlike tone, “but somebody else drove it in!” “He might have fallen on it,” ven tured Larry. “Why, there was a violent struggle— see the floor!” “Papers—only wind from the windows . ould do that!” “Wind through the window would blow them the other way beyond the table. They lie thickest at the table and trail over toward the window." said the chief, stubbornly. Be could not quite fathom Holbrook’s little game i not yet, at any rate. But would the chief of the United States Secret Serv ice he 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 recognized a lost cause. Hope could not be forlorn to him. To fight, 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, SLAYKR, 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 p| 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. 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 he’d move round pretty lively! Nothing to it. Chief—SUICIDE!” The Chief shook his head. The par ley was over. “Call that boS ! " he commanded Don nell “Tommy!—come here!” shouted Don nell obediently. “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 A B C 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. Tils uncle Jud 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 Cucle Jud was only a thing sprawled across a table. It appears that even a spider may be loved by its own. The boy trembled down into a chair unbidden, but he could not stand. This horrible nightmare was weakening him too much. “Who touched this hand?” shouted the Chief, suddenly, becoming aware of some change in the dead man’s posture. “Not me, Chief,” Donnell hastened to exclaim. The Chief 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.” To 3e Continued To-morrow. THE FAMILY CUPBOARD A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York [Novelized byl T By MAUDE MILLER. rr^HERE are many pretty women who do not take a pretty pic ture. and there are women who lack beauty, but whom the art of the photographer transforms into a be ing for an artist's model. And there are also women who have beauty that is not lost before a camera, and Miss Helen Bannon, in “Hop o’ My Thumb/’ is one of that fortunate number. Laughingly, she disclaimed all pre tensions to beauty. "If I am pleasing in appearance," she said modestly. “I do not know it.” and therein lies her charm. She does not know’ that the moment she appears on the stage there is a whis per all over the house, “What a re markably pretty girl." Asked her secret, she said she had none. She laughs at her troubles and they fly away. Others not so wise Miss Helen Bannon. 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 of her time out of doors, and walks long dis tances—not In a lolling gait, but 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. I am quite satisfied that the woman who' does all her exercising in the shipping district sees so many distractingly pretty tilings 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 good effects from tilling one's lungs with fresh air. if at the same time a little resentment is allowed to creep in. “I find. too. that the best results are obtained when one walks alone. The girl out for a brisk walk by her self walks more rapidly. She is not tempted to pause at soda fountains, and is less likely to yield to the craving for chocolate, either of which is a detriment in keeping the eyes bright and the 'skin clear. ” ‘Beauty Secrets’ is a, misnomer; there is no .secret to beauty. Any girl who Is healthy and happy and helpful becomes beautiful to those she loves. Three H's that are in valuable to the girl who longs for beauty: Health, Happiness and Help fulness." FOOD FOR MUSCLES, BONES AND FLESH Now's the time to make sure that your children get all the food necessary to build up their muscles and bones and put on flesh. Their physical future depends largely on what they eat now. There’s more real nutrition in a 10c package of Fausi Macaroni than in 4 lbs. of beef— prove it by your doctor. MACARONI Is extremely rich in gluten, being made from Durum wheat, *3>e cereal that ranks high in protein.^ \ ery easily digested is Faust Macaroni, bav" too—write for free reap" u ' "'' see how many different this strength-building food can be served. <- A t all grocers ’ 5c and 10c packages I NVISHT that I could find some place where Christmas toys was cheap, The only kind I ever get is off a rubbish heap. An’ though f almost fool myself pertendin’ they are new, An’ have real fun a-makin' b'lieve that Santa Claus is tn It’s alwavs spoiled the Christmas fun that I have gone an’ planned To hear the other kids sing out: “Them things is second hand!” 1 ’SPOSE when little kids is poor they hadn't ought to ’sped 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. An' when they find some busted loys I guess they’d ought to say. “Well, I’ve got somethin’, anyway, to play with Christmas Day. L AST year I found a nice green tree out on a dump downtown. An’ saved il for a long, long time, hut il got sick an’ brown, An’ so when mother needed wood I burned it up this I-'all. For second-handed Christmas trees is worse than none at all. An’ when it crackled in the stove, f jus’ set there all still ! A-sayin', quiet, to myself, “There goes your Christmas, Bill.” B UT yesterday when I went out I got cheered up again, For in a dirty areaway t found a busted train; The coaches didn’t have no wheels, the engine wouldn’t run, But. 1 will have il Christinas Day, an’, gee! it will he fun T,, tuck it in my stockin’ when 1 go to bed at night An’ make believe that I’m surprised, as soon as it gels light. I ’YI. gol some Christmas post cards, that I’ll pin up on the wall, An’ I'll portend that Santa Claus has been here after all. It's eas\ thinkin' things like that when no one else is round. To know that all the things you’ve got is only whal you’ve found; \n’ I do hope the other kids, who never understand J.ike I do. won't conic round an’sa\ : “Aw! That stuff’s second-hand!’ NO. Deaf Miss Fairfax: 1 am deeply in love* with a young man two years my senior. We have always been the best of frlenda and are yet, but when ever or whatever, we are speak ing about, he will always men tion, or say .something nice about a young airl with whom he used to associate. Whether he wants to see if l am jealous or not, I do not know. Should I continue paying fill iny Atten tions to him. ns he say s he cares for me* better than any other girl he knows? ANXIOUS. A man who entertains a girl ex tolling the virtues of some other gill 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 care very much if he is the winner, or some other man. NO. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am 18 and deeply In love with a young man three years my • senior. He declares he loves me. and me only, but he flirts with every strange girl lie sees. He has been known t«> give presents to some other young girls of his acquaintance and also takes tliep 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 flirts is vain, weak, fickle and silly. He desires to be loved by more than one woman, a character istic 1r* a man which spells woe for every woman who is weak enough to care for him. DON’T TRY. 1 am 18, and deeply In love with a young man one year my senior. Some time ago 1 said something 1 should not have sabl to him. r have written him an apology, but have not heard from him since. How may I regain his love, as 1 love him dearly? BLONDY. You offended, and you apologized, and he has refused to accept the apology’. There is nothing more for you to do but try to forget him. I am sorry, my (leap, but I can not let you go on your knees, and that is what, any further attempt on your part toward a reconciliation would mean. He Was Careful. Little Tommy was bringing in the new kittens to show the visitor. He brought the first two into the room, carrying 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 the stems.” (From Owen Davis’ play now being pre- sented at the Playhouse, New York, by \YiMani A. Brady.—Copyright, 1913, by International News Semite.) TO-DAV ’S IX6TALLMENT “There, my beauties!” cried he, press ing a fairly ecstatic kiss on one tucked pink bosom. "You will-make one sure fire hit in Oshkosh!” Kitty came flying in. with her own personal rainbows on her arm in they went, higgledy-piggledy olck might he 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 to Dick. But he managed as 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’* going to be fup. Dick! It’s go- liip to be fun’" she eri^d af last gayly. Dick acquiesced heartily. “Sure it Is. Don't leave nothin' valuable." * Leave that to me,” promised Kitty. She ran back to her room for 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. As 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 uolected. “Me an’ liim’s about the same size." he explained “He got some nice shirt studs Kitty unexpectedly—to Dicfk. She ran to the bureau ami rummaging recklessly until she them. “Here, put ’em in your pocket! f guess I gotta rigid to something. You needn't be afraid.” “I should worry!" “It’s time to say a last farewell,” said Kitty, lightly. Dick fell on Ins knees before the trunk —added his plunder to its seeth ing contents, locked and strapped it, rose to his feet, brushed off the knees of his trottsers critically and exclaimed: “That was a fit job for that fool Rot ter.” “Come on,” cried Kitty, gayly. “All a board. “AH right, heave to and lend a hand, njatie! I’ll shoulder my end, and you give us a lift lyith t'other end.” “You forgot the piano!” said a new voice, with a feeble attempt at sarcasm. It was Jim who had stumbled fipwn the said began found corridor while the looting party waa en gaged in its engrossing ocoupatlon. ''Hello, there!” cried Kitty, noncha lantly and vouchsafing no Information or excuse. “Come on. Dick!*’ “All ready!” said Dick, shouldering hia end of the burden. “Here! Here! What you goln* to Wo? What’s goln’ to become of the old man?” cried Jim. Tn abject terror of tbs helpless days he felt wero fast ap proaching "the old man.” Left Alone. "Good-by.:” said Kitty. Indifferently. "You ain't goln’ to leave me again, Kitty! What nan I do?’* "letiklbibble!" a-ae Kitty's reply. Gearing the trunk with Its loot and booty between them. laughing gayly at the old man's dtsnnnifltura and at tha sorry surprise they had left for Ken, Kitty and Dick pranced lightly and cal lously from the room. So they wen' out of the life of Kenneth Nelson; but the trail of the serpent is marked with slime—and Kitty May had left poison as well as slime in Kenneth Nelaoo’s life and mind. Poor old Jim! Gone were tha days of "kebs" and human sociability! Come wore the days of taxis with clocks tick lug Instead of live hoofs he^ttiigl .sno Ins daughter, with a heart fit to meas ure like a Utile human taxi clock, had lof! him to his fate—left him with a laugh. Solitary, dejected. In deep dis tress, tli, old man sat In Kenneth NeT- uon s dismantled room through long weary moments. He had not initiative enough to go—and yet he knew what Ken thought of ".lames" and his alien presence so far from the servants’ hall Al last the door opened and the mss ter of the sorry house came In. Ken looked about in wonderment. M hat s thin"" he demanded "Gone! Run away with Dick Le Roy!" said Jim. He scarcely lifted his hops i less old head. "With Dick Le Roy? Left me—foi^- Dick Le Roy!" I he boy a tone took on a curious i numbness--almost a delacITment from ! ,1,fc feeling as If tills final desertion on the part, of her for whom lie had | borne the desertion of all his own peo- i pie haul happened to some* one else than himself. Jim Tells All. “Yes," said the old man. looking ar I him curiously. “Tie's been playing for I it for weeks." Kenenth sat down by the table—he c *nk deep Into the old armchair and began laughing bitterly—his eyes on the money he had secured—the blUs he held in his hands. Startled by the bitter ness of that hollow laugh, Jim went to him. « “Kind of tough on you, but it was coming to you. I knew that all along. She never spicks she don’t know how The old man’s tone was curiously gen- 1 tie and patient, as If lie felt that he : was talking to a child who had been j hurt as if he were in the very ante I chamber of death. Ken droped the bills Tie Tiad pro- | cured—too late. He sank forward pow - crlessly and hid his face in his hands. ! And deep from his heart there welled a cry: “What have I done—what have I j done with my life?" To Be Continued To-morrow. Do You Know— Mr. and Mrs, Earle Maddox, of Los Angeles, Cal., who at the mature ages of sixteen and fourteen, respectively, have just become man and wife, have drawn up a. detailed agreement for their future domestic relations. Two of the more important clauses pro vide that the husband shall help wash the dishes, and the wife shall refrain. In case of dispute, from "speaking back." Mr. A. B. Myers, of Millersville, Pa., who lost both his hands, shot eigh teen squirrels during a one-day hunt ing trip. His gun was strapped to the stumps of his arms, and he pulled the trigger with Ills teeth.* ——- • Mr. E. If. Fenn, the oldest reporter of the Divorce Court in London, who recently published a book entitled "Thirty Years in the Divorce Court.’ died the other day. It is said that lie had listened to 20,00b divorce cases. It is stated that more steel ami iron are used annually in the manufacture of typewriters and pens than in the manufacture of arms and ardnanee. During the hearing of a. beer adul teration charge In Berlin, judge, jury men atid counsel each solemnly drank two pints of the suspected liquor. CHICHESTER S PILLS THE HIAMOND HK1M». A A.M.rCUL" tiVa.TrM RkiM, riM.«, *f1«L UIAMON known •> Sfit.S*f« fc t.AlwvIVeFub5 SOLO BY ORLGOISTS [VIRVWHfRE m Every Woman U acid know Aboot the wondertu. Aak * owrdrpurLtfor it If ha caaaef «»• fir t he MAftVBL. • -rwir «« rfher to* boo’. It’s Going to Un lock the Treasure House of Facts About Our Magic Southern California See This Key? The Tenth Anni versary Number of the Los Angeles “Examiner” will be out Wednesday, December 24th. It will be a re markable edition. It will tell you every thing worth knowing about the busiest and most beautiful place on the continent, will show all the won- of a Wonderland. 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