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Job, Being a Man, Missed the
Greatest Affliction: He Didn't Have to Put Up With a Husband
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AT BAY
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
Beauty
(»>
The Value
bv
of Walking Dcsi-ribed
Helen Hannon.
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iiirty-nintfi Street. Theater, S*** i "yy
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
He still held his little pocket flash-
>ght in his hand. ljiivry ble»-(Vi t.ie
inventor thereof.
"Great little instrument. t’b.e:' aid
• #*. "Did it- lea* 1 you anywhere
The chief decline*) to commit himseli
IJaci he seen that loi g. black b«» v slid-
3rg into the sleeve of a topcoat
“Well. what do >ou make • t?"
«ske-i the chief smiling with linn
]jps. A man who smiles wich kec- cyea
and fixed jaw 5* strong enough to be a
• angerous foe.
Holbrook's brows lifted like birds
•*aa.\ for flight. lie wa.- oih.> and
Muissical in manner like a child set to
v*xplain to hia master a problem the.'
noth understand.
•'Looks rather simple to me' said he.
diet's sec." queried the chief.
■Money on table no robbery
Right:
•His t'ffii paper tile.'’ saUT Tlolbroolv,
.weeping liie eye over the spider erea
ore who still clntched the bice,
stained weapon be had drawn from • -'•
■woasf
False Clews.
know that'.' from I-iernp-
i loiook's little guine j
1c. Hut would tht j
S'atos Secret Serv- J
lad who had once j
he nation. And had
Ifolbrook never recognized a lost!
*-auf*e. Hope could not be forlorn t<* j
To rtgi:. to «tnile. to turn and*
light ag&h . to wrest victory from do- j
ii,< *t‘ll t<» win lb- that w«»« blc |
th« <-r.\ <>; ilfo Hut was It** lighting to J
pn toct v. ©manhood from tht? legacy o 1
shame of this dead blackmailer, this
venomous spider, or v.us Aline Gra-
hu . SHA VK1J, tlie w oman hr
fl
‘No
la:
fr<
the
fl*
e win
would blow tin pc
"And the draft, hitting the wall, might
whir rl them back." said Holbrook,
brightly illustrating his point with
ht eeping arms.
Tlje cidef laughed but ids. eyes were
still questioning, and his lips were cold.
He stooped"'and picked up the rose Hol
brook bod held and found no time to
conceal.
rose. Captain—it was
dozen times in tire strug
“See thie
stepped on
gle."
i >ne
ij] r
"( the heel would grinc
returned our Captain,
<>» it below tbe j
re there when the j
no assassin goes j
bill flit.” The j
toll, mxi I.Hrrr |
“How do r
ster.
"Receipted biilrs
bloodstain They we
•bed was done, and
about armed with a
brogue deepened h
winked with shameless friendliness at j
Donnell.
The cidef nodded “right!
Larry approached his ullniav w. : j
.•a*\ grandiloquence. "Stabbed in front
and not from behind, as an assosato !
. owardly creature, would he sure
do. Chief, there’s nothing
lie
o It
oontinued in u voice that seemed t.i
r, e guying that he knew the chief waV
: ally h A clever on he. ami would see
hia. too. so that liis words were hardly
needed where the /thing
.‘aS3', so open and shut,
blarney in that
was so dead
Oh, there was
ice blarnej and
nope for a cowering girl.
• Nothing to it. Chief—looks to u
ike suicide.
Chief Dempster smiled quizzically
ai d shook ids head.
"Think not?" asked the Irishman.
"Look how he held it t<> stab him-
s.-lf he’d grip it firmly by the base!"
••Oh!" lairry did not hesitate a se< -
md. In a duel of wits you watch the
•ther man's eye and keep a Arm grip
*.ii your rapier. "He probably changed
his mind when he pulled it. out! Like
ihe chap who decided to end it by
j owning -and then remembered he
mould swim!"
"He pulled it out. said the chief in
i s most flintlike tone, "hut somebody
«i*e 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 tho
table. They lie thickest at the table
and trail over toward the window.
*aid the chief, stubbornly. He could
it that mud
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 hin« he'd move
round pretty lively! Nothing to it,
Chief -HI!1<TDK!
The Chief shook his bead. The par- I
lev wu* over.
"Call that boy!" lie * onirnanded Don
nell
“Tommy! < ome here"’ shouted Don
nell obediently.
"Yes, sir.’’ quavered an answering
vo»ice.
The Captain kept tho situation easy,
friend!> a matter of more differing
opinion.
"The mistake professional detectives
make. Chief, is to imagine a mystery
in everything that's not A H 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, lie scarcely dared look at the
dark form sprawled across the table,
j There was no dignity in death here.
1 His 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 hud said. “You're a good boy.
Tommy, und your uncle loves you." The
boy was hideously alone now- and his
Uncle Jud was only n tiling 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 bo\.
"Did you touch anything hi this room ]
before the police came?"
"No, sir," quavered the bo'
"I >on’t lie to me.”
Te 3e Continued To-morrow.
Ad vice to the
Lovelorn
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD'
.4 Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York
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By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
NO
Dear AJ>s» 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, jpr say something nice
about a young girl with whom he
used to associate. Whether he
want* to tee if I am jealous or #
not, 1 do not know. Should T.
continue paying all my atten
tions to him, a* he says he cares
lor me better than any other girl
he knows? ANXIOUS.
A man who entertains a girl ex-
| corridor while the looting party wa* en.
gaged in its engrossing occupation.
"Hello, there!" cried Kitts', 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’ 1 0
do? What’s goin’ to become of the ok:
man?" cried Jim, In abject terror of the
helpless das*s he felt were fast ap
proaching "the old man."
There, my heauties! r.e.l l.e i :'• ■ • j Alone,
i lng a fairly ecstatic kiss on one tucked
i pink bosom, "You will make one sure
(From Owen Daws pia. imw being pre
sented at the Playhouse, N*:w York, i j
'VVIHiatr A. Brad}'. -Copyright, 1913. by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
j fire hit in Oshkosh!"
Kitty came flying in. with her own
personal rainbows on her arm in the}'
went, higgled}-pigRled} Dick might
, be an "expert packer," but the time of
Kenneth’s return was Imminent.
And while Dick pressed down the
1 tolling the virtues of some other girl measure full and running over, Kitty
will make a very uncomfortable hus-
| band.
I 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 hr* is the
winner, or some other mail.
NO.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
l am 18 and deeply in love wit,i
a young man three years my
senior. He declares lie love’s me,
and me only, but he 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 ^ lie
says he does? J* M. B.
I His great love is tor himself. A
j man ■who flirts is vain, weak, fickle
J and silly. He desires to be loved by
j more than one woman, a character-
I istie in a man which spells woe for
i every woman who iff weak enough to
1 care for him.
i
By MAUDE MILLER. ^
>iii;KH are many pretty women
who do not take a pretty pic
ture. und there are women w ho
lock beauty, bill whom the art of the
photographer transforms Into a be
ing for an artist’s model.
And there arc 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 disclaimed all pre
tensions to beauty.
•If 1 em pleasing in appearance."
she said modestly, "! 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-
morkably pretty girl.”
Asked her secret, sac said she had
none: She Thughs at her troubles and
they fly awuy. 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
\*Jth 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 ra^ny distractingly
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
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 io
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
mas 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
in* to be fun!" she cried at last gayly.
Dick acquiesced heartily. "Sure it is.
Don’t leave nothin’ valuable."
VLeave 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 drawers and selected at
random a few of Ken’s shirts and col-
i lars and cravats. As he came back to
1 the trunk with well-filled arms. Kitty
returned with an armful of things.
I “We’ll need ’em for the dressing
room,’’ she began explaining, and then
I stopped at the sight of Dick’s plunder.
Dick was quite calm and colected.
“Me an’ him's about the same size,"
he explained
“He got some nice shirt studs." said
! Kitty unexpectedly—to Dick.
She ran to the bureau and began
rummaging recklessly until she found
i them.
There is nothing more for , .. Here put em ln your pocUet; j
you to do but try to forget him. guess I gotta right to something. You
J am sorry, my dear, but I cun not needn’t be afraid."
let you go on your knees, and that j "I should worry!"
is what any further attempt on your j "It’s time to say a last farewell,"
part toward a. reconciliation would ■ said Kitty, lightly.
| * Dick fell on his knots before the
1 trunk—added his plunder to ixa seeth
ing contents, locked and strapped it,
He Was Careful. rose to his feet, brushed off the knees
of his trousers critical!}' and exclaimed:
DON'T TRY.
1 am IS, and deeply in love
with a young man one year my
senior. Some time ago I said >
something I should not have said
to him. 1 have written him an
apology, but have not heard from
him since. How may 1 regain his
love, as I love him dearly?
BLOND Y.
You offended, and you apologized,
and he has refused to accept the
apology.
mean.
good effects from filling 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.”
A Second-Hand Christmas
By JAMES J. MONTAGUE
Little Tommy was bringing in the
new kittens to show the visitor. He "That was
brought the first two into the room, i ter.’’
carrying them painstakingly by the
tails, while they howled and spit with
vigor.
"Oh, Tommy!" exclaimed the visi
tor, “you rnusn’t hurt the poor little
thing?."
"No, madam, I won't,” Tommy re
plied, “I’m carrying them by the
stems.”
fit job for that fool Pot-
cried Kitty, gayly. "All
“Come on,
aboard."
"All right, heave to and lend a hand,
matie! I’ll shoulder my end, and you
give us a lift with t’other end."
“You forgot the piano!” said a new
voice, with a feeble attempt at sarcasm.
It was Jim who had stumbled down the
"(rood-bye!" said Kitty, itkliffererm,»
"You ain’t goin’ to leave me again, *
Kitty! NVhat can l do?"
"Tshkibibble!" was Kitty*» reply.
Bearing the trunk with its loot aiwt
booty‘between them, laughing gayly a:
the old man’s discomfiture and at the
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 a* '
well as slime in Kenneth Nelson’s life
and mind.
Poor old Jim! Gon© were the days
of "kebs" and human sociability! Come
were the da3's of taxis with clocks ticL
ing instead of live hooff beating! And
his daughter, with a heart fit to ineas
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 Na
son’s dismantled room through Ion*
weary moments. He had not initiative
enough to go—and yet he knew w'ha
Ken thought of “James" and his alien
presence so far from the servants' hal.
At last the door opened and the ma*
ter of the sorry house came in. KV
looked about in wonderment.
"L hat’s this?" he demanded.
“Gone! Run away with Dick Le Roy:
said Jim. He scarcely lifted his hope
I iess old head.
“With Dick Le Roy? Left me—for—
Dick Le Roy!”
The boy’s tone took on a curious *
numbness—almost a. detacTTment from
life and feeling—as if this final desertion
on the part of her for whom he had
borne the desertion of all his own pec
pie had happened to some one else that
himself.
Jim Tells All.
"Yes, said the old man, looking t
him curiously. "Tie's been playing for
it for weeks."
Kenenth sat down by the table—he
sank deep into the old armchair and
began laughing bitterly—his eyes on the
money he had secured—the bills he held
in his hands. Startled by the bitter
ness of that hollow laugh, Jim went L
him.
'"Kind of tough on you, but it waf
coming to you. I knew that all along
She never sticks—she don’t know how '
Tho old man’s tone w as curiously gen
tie—and patient, as if he felt that he
was talking to a child who had been
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 welled
a cry:
"What have 1 done—what have 1
done with my life?”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
FOOD FOR MUSCLES,
BONFS AMD FLESH
Now's the time to make sure that
your children net all the food necessarv
to build up their muscles and bones and
put on flesh. Their physical future depends
largely on what they eat noir.
There's more rent nutrition in a 10c package ol
! aust Macaroni than in I lb>. of ba t--prove it by
our doctor.
MACARONI
is extremely rich in gluten, being made from Durum wliem
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
this strength - building
food can be served. ?
At all grocers'—5c
on A Iffc frrch age*
I WISHT that 1 could flnil some place where Christmas toys was
. cheap.
The only kind l ever gel is oil' a rubbish heap.
An' though I almost tool nnself portendin' they are ne\\.
An’ have real tun n-mukin' li lies c that Santa Claus is true.
It's always spoiled the Christmas fun Dial I base gone an' planned
To hear the other kids sing out: “Them things is second hand!”
I 'SPOSl. when little kids is poor they hadn't ought to spec\
That Santa Claus would come around ini' bring 'em things direct.
I 'sposc they'd ought to be content with lookin' in a store
And wonderin' just svhat lucky kids them lovely things is tor.
An’ when they hint some busted toys l guess they’d ought to say,
Well. I’ve got somethin’, anyway, to play with Christinas Hay.’
L AST year I found a nice green tree out on a dump downtown,
An’ saved il for a long, long time, but it got sick an’ brown,
An' so when mother needed wood t burned it up ibis Fall.
For second-handed Christmas trees is worse than none at all.
An' when il crackled in the stove. I ins' set there all stilt
A-sayin". quiet, to myself. "There goes your Christmas, Bill.'
B FT yesterday when I went out 1 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 I will have it Christmas Day, an', gee! it will be fun
To tuck it in my stockin’ when 1 go to bed at night
\n' make believe that I'm surprised, as soon as it g.-is light
I A I. got some Christmas post cards, that I'll pin up on tile wall.
An’ I'll nertend that Santa Claus has been here after all.
It's ease thlnkin things like that when no one else is round.
To know that alt the things you've got is only what you’ve found:
An' I do hope the oilier kids, who never understand
like ! do. won't conic round an - snv : "Aw! That stuff's second-hand!’
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 dishc-v. and the wife shall refrain,
In ease of dispute, from “speaking
back.”
j Mr. A. B. .Myers, of Millersviile, Pa.,
| who lost both his hands, shot eigh
teen squirrels during a one-day hunt
ing trip. His gun was strapped t«» the
stumps of his arms, and he pulled the
i trigger with his teeth.
Mr. H. H. Eenn, tiie oldest reporter
\ of the Divorce Court in London, who
J recently published a book entitled
I "Thirty Years in the Divorce Court,’
I died the other day. Ti is said that he
! hadMisteued to 30,000 divorce eases.
| 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 ordnance.
During the hearing of a beer adul- ,
teraiion charge In Berlin, judge, jury- I
men and counsel each solemnly drank •
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