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I *' I ■ Job, Being a Man, Missed the ♦ n Greatest Affliction: He Didn t Have to Put Up W ith a Husband PM fP NIL AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Beauty (ft) Tlx* Value bv of Walking Described [Ieleu Hannon. Nevelned fcy'j Jrr rrg^ 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. '?■ 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. 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