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Greatest Affliction: He Didn t Have to Put Up W ith a Husband
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A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
Beauty
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Tlx* Value
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of Walking Described
[Ieleu Hannon.
Nevelned fcy'j
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rouge. now being preaenteu »
’Dirty’-ninth Street Theater. Xev.
4#»r!til rights held nn.i copyrigh tc
r tor national Nows Service..!
’O-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
given
t.age
I Ilol
I d one
him.
ihgu
| feat
flgh
He ?*till held h
s Dttle pocket flarti-
theory of
life. B
ght to
hi* ban*
!jarry blended the
11
omanhoo
nventor
thereof.
Hhame o
thl.M <1e
“Great
little toe
trutnem. 1 toncf!
vciiontou'
uplder.
<\ “Did It— lead
you anywhere?"
ham, rH*
4YEIJ, n
The «'i
el <■>«* lined io « »mmit hirnflelf
love.i
(wri lie
seen that
lor.g. black box Mid-
“No." H
afd l!.e «•
Holbrook # little game
rate. But would the
e*J States .Swrff Serv-
d lad who had once
if the nation. And had
•ing to 'burry a mer
er . * cognized a lost
ml not be forlorn to
to smile, to turn und
\ text victory from dc-
o smile -4hat wan hie
waa be ligating to
rom the legacy of
ad blackmailer, this
or was Aline <»ra-
lli the woman be
of cer-
! iir -
ng into the sleeve of a topcoat'
•‘Well, what do you make cf
the chief emillnr with tim
man who am 11m with keen
pod fixed jaw s strong e-noogh to
• angerojjH foe
Hoi brook'a brows lifted like
eady for 'flight. He war ea:
Mutozlcal in manner like a child
explain to his master a problet
'.rth understand.
“Tuooka rather simple to me!
‘bel'a sea." queried the chief.
Money on table—no robbery
Right!"
“Hi# own paper tile.'’ said
> weeping his eye o\er the sp
uire who still clutched
krained weapon he bad draw
breast.
False Clews.
“IIo» do tre kno» u.af rom l
the window
ho j>apers away from it!
icf. in a tone
tainty, “the wind from
would blow
“And the matt, hitting the wall, might
whtrrl diem l>ack," said Holbrook,
brightly Illustrating his point with
sweeping arms.
bird*
The r
t lef laughed
-but hia
were
and
Btill O.Uf
ntlontog, and
hie lip«
were
©old.
et to
He Ntoopeci and picked up th
e rose
Hoi-
they
brook 1
ad held and
fouiul
no time to
.conceal
d lie.
“See
this ro»e.
Capt^
fi—it
was
stepped
or* a doznn
times in
the strug
'
“one
turn of the
heel v
ould
grind
Holbrook
der 'T«a-
tho blood
n from hip
m p -
The
l.arr\
Re ;»iP'.ed b 11. oi. !! bftlow ' m |
MoodaUdn They «ere there when the
e,.„d wwm done, and no *»«■
ehout armed with ft hill flle.
r.ti.gL'. * pe - >CT)ei htt al e
vflnlterl with shameless friendllr.ee* at
Donnell
The chiel no,:df<< ' *M'
L*.rry approached Me clImwx with
»*as> *ra.ndl1oquenee "Stubbed in lront
end not from behind, hh in assasain,
cowardly creature, would he sure to
Chief, there's nothin* to It. ho
. ontimied in u voice that seemed to
l.e savin* that lie knew the chief win
mlly as clever an he. and would ere
his, too. no that hlN words were hardly
heeded where the thin* wae so dead
.■aey . so open ami flliut Oh, there was
blarney In that voice blarne? and
c.pe for a cowerln* Ctrl
• Nothin* to It. Chief looks to me
ike aulcide."
Chief 1 >em pater miled quizzically
aivcl shook bis head
lit that much, returned our Captain,
J a i ei 1 >.
"'A whirling Deivi.Mh t.ouidn t have
j done it by himself. - ’ retorted the Chief
J with the pl**»««int assurance of a man
1 who knows he knows.
“With that stiletto in him he'd move
; round pretty lively' Nothing to it,
j Chief SririDK!
The Chief shook his head The par
ley was over.
“Call that boy’ lie commanded Don
nell
*'Tomm\! -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 profenBional do tec ti vet
make, Chief, is to imagine a mystery
In everything that’s not A B C to
them right off the reel!”
The curtains parted attain and Tommy
came in. A terrible disintegration
teemed to have taken place in the
boy’g nature. It was as If he had been
set adrift in strange seas, rudderless,
plotless. [It scares!) dared look
dark form sprawled across the table.
There was no dignity in death here.
Jilin unde Jud lay as he hud fallen in
i agony, unattended a piece of evidence
“Think not?" asked the Irishman. .......
• l*ook how he held It to stab him- | § ; m,t th ® of _ H T. 1 And
df he’d grip it firmly by the base! '
••Oh!” Darn did not hesitate a sec
ond. In a duel of wits >ou watch the
♦ •then man s eye and keep •» Arm grip
uu your rapier. "He probably changed
is mind when lie pulled it out! Dike
1 e chap who deckled to end it by
• itowning and then remembered ho
culd swim!”
“He pulled 1! out. ns id the chief In
, is most flintlike tqoe. "but somebody
vise drove It in!
"He mlglt! hare fallen on if,' vsti-
Yuretl Larry.
“Why, those was a violent struggle
bee the floor!
“Papers only wind from the windows
< ouid do that!''
“Wind through the window would
plow them the other way beyond fh**
iable. They He thickest at the table
and trail over toward the window.
said the chief, stubbornly. He could
it waa still the name night when his
uncle had said. “You’re a good boy,
Tommy, and your uncle loves you.” The
boy’ was hideously atone now and his
Uncle 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. 'Phis
horrible nightmare was wejikenirij* him
loo much.
| “Who touched tht« hand?” shouted
i the Chief, suddenly, becoming aware
j of eome change in the dead man's
; posture.
“Noi me. Chief." Donnell hastened
to exclaim.
The. Chief turned to the boy.
“Did you touch anything in this room
before the police came?’’
“No, Kir,'' quavered the boy
“Don't !le«tO me.’’
Ye Be Continued Te-morrew.
Advice to the
Lovelorn
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York
Novelized by 1
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
NO.
Dear Alias Fairfax
a 1 am deeply in lo\e witis a
young man two years my senior.
We have always been t .e best of
friends and are yet, but when
ever, or whatever, we are speak
ing about, he will alv ays men
tion, or say something nice
about a young girl with whom he
used to associate. Whether be
wants to see it’ J am jealous oi
not, 1 do rot know. Should J
continue paying all my atten
tions to him, a* 4 be say s be cares
lor 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 hue- i
band.
You must cure him of ti e habit by ;
dropping compliments for some for-
iner lover of yours. Don t let him j
monopolize all your time. Make him
(From Owen Dav.s piay now ^eing pr
sented at the Playhouse. >•«* l or*. by
WlHiam A. Brady.—Copyright, L’L, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALL3IENT
“There, my beauties!" cried be. press-
; inp a fairly ecstatic kiss on one tucked
pink bosom. “You will make one sure-
i fire hit in Oshkosh!"
> Kitty came flying in, with her own
personal rainbows on her arm—in t.he>
, went, higgledy-piggledy Dick might
be an “expert packer." but the time of
, Kenneth’s return was imminent.
f 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 beet suited his
I ideas of arrangement and hurry.
“Here we are.” sried Dick, with an
air of satisfaction. She dropped the
i clothes and »began dancing gayly. Dick
was bumming. “Meet Me in Spoontime,
| Dearie." Together they finished the
song to their mutual satisfaction. Kitty
knelt by hia side to view his arrange-
j ments in “internal economy."
Going to Be Fun.
“It's going to be fun, Dick! It's go
to* to l>e 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 back to her room ror some
thing forgotten.
Dick calmly marched up to Ken's
! great chest of draw ers and selected at
random a few of Ken’s shirts and col-
! lars and cravats. As he came back to
I the trunk with well-tilled 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 colected.
“Me an’ hint's about the same size,"
he explained
I “He got some nice shirt studs," said
i Kitty unexpectedly—to Dick.
?;© that you are yet to be won,
don’t care very much i? he is the
winner, or some other man.
NO.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 am IS and deeply m love with
a young man three years nij
senior. He declares he loves me.
and me only, but he flirts with
every strange gill he sees.
He
corridor while the looting party was en
gaged in its engrossing occupation.
“Hello, there!” cried Kitty, noncte*. I
iantly and vouchsafing no information!
or excuse. "Come on. Dick!**
“All ready!" said Dick, shoulder.n||
“Here! Here! What you foil;’
do? What's goto’ to become of the ok |
man?’’ cried Jiin, In abject terror of t ha I
helpless day# tie felt wore fui •«
preaching “the old man."
Left Alone.
“Good-bye!” said Kitty, indifferent!?
"You ain't goto’ to leave me ag» t, I
Kitty! What can l do?"
“Fnhkiblbble!” was Kitty's reply.
bearing the trunk with its loot ardl
booty between them, laughing gayly a .
the old man s discomfiture and at 1 d|
sorrj surprise they had left for K«>.,
Kitty and Dick pranced lightly and col-
lously from the room. So they wen
out of the life of Kenneth Nelson; bu
the trail of the serpent is marked with
slime—and Kitty Mai’ had left poison ..
w’ell as slime in Kenneth Nelson’s !>|
and mind.
Poor old Jim! % Uope were the day
and human sociability! Com*
lias been known to give presents
to some other young girls of h.s
acquaintance and also takes
then to entertainments. Do you
think he really loves me as he
says he does? J-
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 in a man which spells w’oe for
every’ woman who to weak enough to
care for him.
DON'T TRY.
I am 18. and deeply in love
with a young man one year my
senior * Some time ago 1 said
something 1 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?
KLONDY.
, , . , She ran to the bureau and began
Non oftenueo. an 5 ou I> t,g ‘ J ' rumma ging recklessly until she found
and he lias refused to accept the th# , rn
apology. There is nothing more lor j “Here, put 'em in your pocket! I
guess 1 gotta right to something. You
By MAUDE MILLER.
j^-p^llKHE a re iimn> pretty women
| v. ho do hot take .■ pret t y pi: -
tun*, and them arc 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 Hannon, in
“Hop o’ My Thumb.” is one of that
fortunate number. .
Laughingly, she di»cla t med all pre
tensions to beauty.
“If T 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."
Vskerl her secret. She said she hud
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, odd walks long dis
tances -not iii a. lotlihg gait, but
briskly, as with a ••definite idea in
mind. f
“The shop window gait. ’ she said
with a laugh, “brings no definite re
turns. On the contrary. I am quite
satisfied that the women who does
all her exercising in the shopping
district sees so many distractlngly
pretty things in the windows that she.
becomes a littlo 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 ones lungs
with fresh air, if at Die same time
a little resentment is allowed to
creep in.
“1 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."
you to do but try to forget him.
1 am sorry, my dear, but I can not
let you go on your knees, and that
Is w hat any further attempt on your
part toward a recona3s&*tlo& would
mean.
He Was Careful.
Little Tommy was bringing in the
new kA.tens to show the visitor. He
brought the first two into the room,
carrying them painstakingly by the
tails', while they howled and spit with j aboard."
last farewell,"
gor.
“Oil, Tommy!’’ exclaimed the visi
tor. “yob musn’t hurt the poor little
things."
“No, madam. J on't." Tomtm re
plied. "I'm carrying them by the
stems."
needn't be afraid."
"I should worry!"
“It's time to sa:
said Kitty, lightly.
Dick fell on his knees before the
trunk—added his plunder to its sooth
ing contents, locked and strapped it,
rose to his feet, brushed off the knees
of his trousers critically and exclaimed:
“That was a fit job for that fool Pot
ter."
“Come on," cried Kitty, gayly. “All
/
of "kebs"
wex;e the days of taxis with clocks ticL
tog instead of live h#ofs beating a: . <
his daughter, with a heart fit to me*>
ure to ' .( little human taxi clock, . .. |
left him to his fate-left him with
laugh. Solitary, dejected, in deep dto |
tress, tl e old man sat in Kenneth >,v;.
son's dismantled room through ; c . ng i
'••<■- moments. He hod not initiative!
enough to go—and yet he knew wh*
Ken thought of “James" and his aliei
presence so far from the servants' hail, i
At last the door opened and the ma«
ter of the sorry house came in Ken |
looked about in wonderment.
“What’s this?" he demanded.
“Gone! Run away with Dick Le Roy
said Jim. He scarcely lifted hia hope
less old head.
“With Dick Le Roy? Left me—for- |
Dick Le Roy!”
The boy’s tone took on a curious
numbness—almost a detachment from
life and fee’ing—as if this final desertion !
on the part of her for whom he ha.i
borne the desertion of all his own peo
ple had happened to some one else th*: |
himself.
Jim Tells All.
“Yes," said the old man, looking a-
him curiously. “Tie’s been playing for
it for weeks."
Kenentli sat down by the table—hr I
sank deep into the old armchair ami i
began laughing bitterly—his eyeq on the
money he had secured—the bills he held |
in his hands. Startled by the bitter
ness of that hollow laugh, Jim went .
him.
“Kind of tough on you, but it wa*
coming to you. I knew' that ail alon*
Blip never sticks—she don’t know how
The old man's tone was curiously gei I
tie—and patient, as if he felt that he |
was talking to a child who had beei
hurt—as if he were in the very ante- |
chamber of death.
Ken droped the bills ne had pro
cured—too late. He sank forward pow-
erlessly and hid his face in his hand.*
And deep from his heart there welle I
'All right, heave to and lend a hand,
matie! I’ll shoulder my end, and you j a cr y ;
give us a lift with t'other end." “What have 1 done—what hare |
“You forgot the piano!” said a new . donc w j t h rny Uf e ?”
voice, with a feeble attempt at sarcasm.
It w’as Jim who had stumbled down the To Be Continued To-morrow.
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A Second-Hand Christmas
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE
A SSL t.
Now’s the time to make sure that
vour children get all the food necessan
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 >>i
T aust Macaroni than in 4 lbs of href—prove it by
\ uur doctor.
MACARONI
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
see how many different w
this strength - building
iood can be served.
A t ell grocers'—5c
and 10c packages
WISH! that 1 could find some place where Christmas toys was
cheap.
The only kind I ever set is nil a rubbish hear*
An' though 1 almost fool myself pert endin' they arc new.
An' have real fun a-inakin h'lievc that Santa Claus is true.
It's always spoiled the Christmas fun that 1 have gone an' planned
To hear the other kids sing out: "Them things is second hand!"
' P
* That Santa Claus would come around an' bring 'em things direct
I 'spose they'd ought to lie content with lookin' in a store
And wonderin' just what lucky kids them lovely things is tor.
An’ when they lind some busted toys 1 guess they'd ought to say ,
"Well, t've got .somethin', anyway, to play yvith Christmas Day.
L AST year I found a nice green tree out on a dump downtown,
An" saved it for a long, long titnr. but it got sick an' brown.
An’ so when mother needed wood 1 burned it up this 1 all.
For second handed Christmas trees is worse than none at all.^
An* when it crackled in thr stove. I jus set there all still
A-sayin*. quiet, to my self. "There goes your Christmas, Hill.
B IT yesterday when I went out 1 got cheered up again.
For in a dirty arraway I found a busted train;
The coaches didn't have no wheels, the engine wouldn't run,
r.ut I will have it Christinas Day. an', gee! it will lie 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 Yt; S ot some Christmas post cards, that I'll pin up on the wall.
An’ I'll perleiul that Santa ('.tails bus been here alter all.
It s rus\ Dunkin' Ihin*^ like that when no one else is round.
To know that all the tilings you've got is only what you’ve found;
An' I do hope Die other kids, who-never understand
lake ! do. won't . nine ; mind an' sax "\w! Thai stuff’s seCjilul-hniul!’
Mr. and Mr®. Earle Maddox, of Los
Angeles, CaL, who at tlie 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 shail help wash
the dishes, and the wife shall refrain,
in ease of dispute, from “speaking
back."
j Mr. A. B. AJyers, of Millerss file, Pa.,
' who lost both his hands, shot eigh
teen squirrels during arfme-uay hunt*
, ing trip. His gun was strapped to the
: stumps of his arms, and lie pulled the
trigger with his teeth.
Mi. Jc. H. Fenn. the oldest reporter
of the Divorce Fourt in London, who
| recentlv published a book entitled
i "Thirt> Years in the Dlvowe < 'out i, ’
t died the other day. It is said that lie i
had listened to 30,000 divorce cases.
It is stated that more steel and iron j
J are used annually in the manufacture
of typewriters and pens than in the
| manufacture of arms and ardnance.
-1 During ibe hearing of a beer adul- j
j teraiion charge in Berlin, judge, jury- j
men and counsel each solemnly drank
| two pints a f the suspected liquor.
CHICHESTER S PILLS
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a., torn:i.i iro.TrR'i
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SOLD BY DRl'OOISTS EVERYWHF IK
Every Woman
1; '.titer;*st«*l thoold
i UOW About th« *rOZKl*T (t
Marvel
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