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The Value of Walking Described
by Helen Bannon.
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From ih#* play by George S<;ar
rough, no* b»eing presented ai the
Tuny-nanth Street Theater, New York,
'prtai rights held nnd copyrighted by
International News Service.J
TO DA V ’S IN STALLM KXT.
He still held h1» little pork04 flash
light in hi* hand. Larry blessed the
inventor thereof
"Great little Instrument, Chief”' sakl
he "Mid it lead you anywhere*”
The chief decline! to commit himself.
Had he seen that long, black box slid
Dig into the sleeve of a topcoat?
"Well, what do you make of It?"
asked the chief smiling with Arm set
lips A man who smiles with keen eyes
and Axed Jaw Is strong enough to be a
dangerous foe
Holbrook's brows lifted like birds
ready for flight. He was easy and
quizzical In manner like a child set to
explain to bis master a problem they
both understand.
"l»oks rather simple to me’” said he.
“I/et's see,” queried the chief
"Money on table—no robbery
. -Right!*'
*Hla own paper Ale,” saUl Holbrook,
►weeping his eye over the spider crea
ture who still clutched the blood
stained weapon he had drawn from his
breast.
False Clews
"llow 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 #Ale The
brogue deepened a bit, and l*arry
winked with shameless friendliness at
Donnell.
The chief nodded "right!”
Larry approached hts climax with
easy grandiloquence “Stabbed In front
and not from behind, as an assassin,
cowardly creature, would be sure to
do. Thief, there’s nothing to It,” he
continued in a voice that seemed to
be saving that he knew the chief was
fully as clever as he. and would see
this, ton. 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.
"IjOok how be held It—to stab him
self he’d grip it Armlv by the base!"
••oh”’ lairry did not hesitate a sec-
«od In a djafc >f wits ydu watch the
other man’s eye and k.qp a Arm grip
<»n > our rapier, “lie pfobably changed
his mind when he pulled It out! Dike
ih«- rhxp who decided to end It by
drowning and then remembered he
uouid swim!” *
"He pulled it out,” said the chief In
his most Aintlike tone, "but somebody
else drove it in!"
"He might have fallen on It,” ven
tured T.arrv,
"Why. there was a violent struggle-
see the floor!”
"Papers only wind from the windows
could 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 t!\g chief, stubbornly. He could
not quite fathom Holbrook’s little game
not yet, at any rate But would the
chief <f the 1'nited 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 Garda."
Holbrook never recognized a lost
< Hus# iiope could not be forlorn to
him To fight, to smile, to turn and
fight Mgain, to wrest victory from de
feat and still to smile that whjs his
theory < f HP But was he fighting to
protect womanhood from the legacy of
shame of this deed blackmailer, this
venomous spider, or was Aline Gra
ham, SBAYKR, still the woman he
loved?
“No, said the chief, in s tone of cer
tainty. "the wire! from the window
would blow the papers away from it!
“And the draft, hitting the wall, might
whir ri them berk,” said Holbrook,
brightly Illustrating his point with
sweeping arms
The chief laughed but bis eye* were
still questioning, and his Ups were cold,
lie stooped and picked up the rose Hol
brook had held and found no time to
conceal.
"See this rose. Captain—ft was
stepped on a dozen times in the strug
gle.”
"<)ne 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 Chie.f
with the pleasant assurance of a man
who knows he knows
"With tjmt stiletto In him he’d move
rolind pretty lively! Nothing to it.
Chief SUICIDE!"
The Chief shook his head. The par
ley was over.
"Call that boy!" he commanded Don
nell
“Tommy! come here!” shouted Don
nell obediently.
"Yes. Hlr," quavered an answering
Voice.
The Captain kept the situation easy,
friendly, a matter of mere differing
opinion. »
"The mistake professional detectives
make. Chtof, 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 urn 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.
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 hiH
uncle had said. "You're a good boy,
Tommy, and your uncle loves you." The
hoy was hideously alone now -and his
Uncle Jud was only a thing sprawled
I across a table. It appears that even
a spider may be loved by Its own
I The boy t rein bled down Into a chair
j unbidden, but he could not stand. This
I horrible nightman* was weakening him
j 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
1 to exclaim.
I 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 Be Continued To-morrow.
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Advice to the
Lovelorn
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York
[Novelized byl
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By MAUDE MILLER
gr>HE2RE aro many pretty women
I who do not take a pretty pic-
tore, nnd there are women who
lack beauty, but w hom 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,**
fche said modestly, ”1 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 fiver the house, "What a re
markably pretty girl."
Asked her secret, she said she had
none. She laughs at her troubles ami
they fly away. Others not so wise
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
NO.
Dear Miss Fairfax
I am deeply in love with a (
young man 1 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, or say something nice
about a young girl with whom he
used to associate. Whether he
wants to see if I am Jealous or
not, I do not know. Should I
continue paying all my atten
tions to him, as he says 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 girl
will make a very uncomfortable hus
band.
You must cure him of the habit by
dropping compliments for some for
mer lover of your*. 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.
I 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 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 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 he loved by
more than one woman, a character
istic in a man which spells woe for
every woman who is 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 I said
something I should not have said
to him. T have written him an
apology, but have not heard from
him since. How may I regain his
love, as I 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 dear, but I can not
let ydu go on your knees, and that
is what any further attempt on your
part toward a reconciliation would
mean.
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 shopping
district secs so many distract ingly
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
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
- »v JAMES J. MONTAGUE ■■
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
Faust Macaroni than in 4 lbs. of beef— prove it by
your doctor. •
MACARONI
is extremely rich in gluten, being made from Durum wheat,
the cereal that ranks high in protein. Very
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see how many different ways
this strength - building
food can be served.
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St. Louis. Mo.
I WISHT that I could find somr place where Christmas toys was
cheap.
The only kind I ever get is off a rubbish heap.
An’ though t almost fool myself pertendin’ they are new.
An' have real fun a-makin' b’lieve that Santa Claus is true.
It's always spoiled the Christmas fun that I have gone an' planned
To hear the other kids sing out: “Them things is second hand!”
I ’SPOSE when little kids is poor they hadn’t ought to 'spect
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 toys 1 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 it for a long, iong time, but it got sick an’ brown.
An' so when mother needed wood I burned it up this Fall,
For second-handed Christmas trees is worse than none at all.
An’ when it crackled in the stove, I jus’ set there all still
A-sayin’, quiet, to myself, “There goes your Christmas, Bill.’*
«
B l’T yesterday when 1 went out I 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,
Hut 1 will have it Christmas Day, an', gee! it will be 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 ’VE got 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 easy flunkin' things like that when no one else is round,
To know that all the tilings you’ve got is onlv what you’ve found:
An* I do hope the other kids, who never understand
I.ike 1 do, won’t come round an’say: "Aw! That stuff’s second-handi’
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 Mlllersvllle, 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 his teeth.
Mr E. H. 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 he
had listened to 30,000 divorce rases.
It Is stated that more steel and Iron
are used annually* in the manufacture
of typewriters and pens than In the
manufacture of arms and ardnance.
During the hearing of a beer adul
teration charge In Berlin, Judge, Jury
men and counsel each solemnly drank
two pints of the suspected liquor.
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 bv the
tails, while they howled and’spit with
vigor.
“Oh. Tommy!” exclaimed the visi
tor, “you musn't hurt the poor little
thinga”
“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
William A. Brady Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.!
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
“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. r>lck might
he an "expert packer,” but the time of
Kenneth’s return waa 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,” srled 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 bis side to view his. arrange
ments in “Internal economy.”
Going to Be Fun.
“It’s going to be fun. Dick! It’s go
ing to be 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 hack to her room for some
thing forgotten.
Dick calmly marched up to Ken’s
gTeat chest of drawers and selected at
random a few of Ken’s shirts and col
lars and cravats. As he came back to
the trurk 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 colected.
"Me an* him’s about the same size,’’
he explained
1 "He got some nice shirt studs,” said
i Kitty unexpectedly—to Dick.
She ran to the bureau and began
rummaging recklessly until she found
' them.
“Here, put ’em in your pocket! I
guess I gotta right to something. You
needn’t be afraid.”
“I should worry!”
“It’s time to say a last farewell."
said Kitty, lightly.
Dick fell on his 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 trousers critically and exclaimed:
“That was a fit Job for that fool Pot
ter.”
"Come on," cried Kitty, gayly. “All
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
corridor while the looting party wax en
gaged in its engrossing occupation.
•’Hello, there!” cried Kitty, noncha
lantly and vouchsafing no Information
or excuse. “Come on. Pick!"
“All ready!" said Dick, shouldering
his end of the burden.
“Here! Here! What you goin’ to
do? What’s goln’ to beepme of the old
man?” cried Jim. In abjec^ terror of the
helpless days he felt were fast ap
preaching “the old man.”
Left Alone.
"Good-byel” saM Kitty, indlffereo-t>y.
"You ain’t goin’ to leave me again,
Kitty! What can I dof
’Tehklblbble!" was Kitty*, reply.
Bearing the trunk with Its loot and
booty between them, laughing gayly at
the old man’s discomfiture and at the
sorry surprise they had left for Ken,
Kitty and Dick pranced lightly and cal
lously from th. room. Bo they went
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 Nelson's life
and mind.
Poor old Jim! Gone were the days
of "kebs” and human sociability! Come
were the days of ta*!s with clocks tick
ing Instead of live hoofs beating! And
his daughter, with a heart fit to meas
ure like a little human tasl clock, had
left him to his fate—left him with a
laugh. Solitary, dejected. In deep dis
tress, the old man sat In Kenneth Nel
son's dismantled room through long
weary moments. He had not Initiative
enough to go—and yet he knew what
Ken thought of “James" and his alien
presence so far from the servants' hafl.
At last the door opened and the mas
ter of the sorry house came In. Ken
looked about In wonderment.
What's this?" he demanded.
“Gone! Run away with Dick Le Royt”
said Jim. He scarcely lifted hit 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 had
borne the desertion of all his own peo
ple had happened to some one else than
himself.
Jim Tells All.
“Yes." said the old man, looking at
him curiously. ‘Tic’s been playing for
it for weeks.”
Kenenth sat down by the table—he
sank deep Into the old armchair ami
began laughing bitterly—his eyes on the
money he had secured—the bll's he held
in his hands. Startled hv the bitter
ness of that hollow laugh, Jim went to
him.
“Kind of tough on you, but ft waa
coming to you. I knew that all along.
She never stick*—she don’t know how.’*»
The old man's tone was curiously gen
tle—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 btfls tie had pro
cured—too late. He sank forward pow-
erlessly and hid his face in his hands.
And deep from his heart there welled
a cry:
"What have I done—what have l
done with my life?”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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