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Job, Being a Man, Missed the Greatest Affliction: He Didn't Have to Put Up With a Husband NL ^ AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Beauty (»> The Value bv of Walking Dcsi-ribed Helen Hannon. Novel.zed by> •ruuKli. T .off being: ja’i-nenteM a‘ * iiirty-nintfi Street. Theater, S*** i "yy Sarte.1 rights bold and > opyrlghtod by - tornaticnal .News Service.) 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 [Novelized by! ... mfi. '■ \ •? ■ \ I; \ \ ' 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 • CHICHESTER S PILLS gv . Ilir IMA VON L» UK4M» A It’s Going to Un lock the Treasure House of Facts About Our Magic Southern California Itrautil. A: r.MAM* PILL*, forla ye*r ) . o*-.. a« Bcft.h~.ie !. 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