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f lA r ma I | Job, Being a Man, Missed the Greatest Affliction: He Didn't Have to Put Up With a Husband © © * MAGAZINE AI n BA' 7 A Thrilling Story of [ Society Blackmailers Beauty <G> (ID The Value of Walking Described by Helen Bannon. (Novelized by> 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. • *■ % «*. ■m Advice to the Lovelorn THE FAMILY CUPBOARD A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York [Novelized byl J , 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 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’—Sc and 10c packages MAULL BROS. 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. CHICHESTER S PILLS -r^v TI1E DIAMOND KKA > i> A A, for St *n at Best. S»fwt, Aiwtys Reliable SOLD BV DRUGGISTS EYE RYYYHFr Every Woman la taterestrd and ab<mld know abool tbe wonderful Marvel Douche A*k v <1 rarsf at for it If he casnot tup- ply the MARVEL, a-'oept bo other, but tend «tamp for book. 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