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A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
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The Value of Walking Described
bv Helen Bannon.
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TODAY’S INSTALLMENT
lie still held hi* little pocket flash-
light In his land Larry blessed the
inventor thereof
“Great little instrument, iMilef!" said
he “Did it lead you anywhere?**
The chief declined to commit himself
Had he seen that long, black bo* slid
ing into the sleeve of a topcoat ’
“Well, what do you make of It?’’
asked the chief smiling wtth Arm set
lips. A man who smile* with keen eyes
and fixed 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 his master a problem they
Both understand
‘T»oks rather simple to me!“ said he
"I^t s see,” queried the chief.
“Money on table no robbery-
"Right!’’
“His own paper file,’’ said Holbrook,
sweeping his eye over the spider crea
mre who still clutched the blood I
stained weapon he had drawn from his j
breast.
False Clews.
“How do we know that?” from Hemp- |
ate;*
“Receipted bills on It below the
bloodstain They were there when the
deed was done, and no assassin goes
about armed with a mil file The j
brogue deepened a bit. and Barry i
winked with shameless friendliness at
Honncll.
The chief nodded “right*"
Larry approached his climax with
easy grandiloquence “Stabbed In front
and not from behind, as an assassin,
cowardly creature, would be sure to
do. Chief, there’s nothing to it. he
continued in a voice that seemed to
be saying that he knew the chief was
fully as clever as he, and would sec
This, too, so hi* words were hardly |
needed where the thing was so dead j
*asy, so open and shut. Oh, there was
blarney in that voice -blarney- and j
hope for a cowering girl
• Nothing to it. Chief looks to me 1
like suicide.”
Chief Dempster smiled quizzically—
and shook his head.
“Think not?" asked the Irishman.
“Look how he held It—to stab him- I
self he’d grip It firmly by the base!" j
“Oh’ Larry did not hesitate a sec
ond Tn a duel of wits you watch the j
other man's eye and keep a firm grip i
«»n your rapier. "He probably changed
his mind when he pulled It out! Like j
ihe chap who derided to end it by
drowning and then remembered he
could swim'"
“He pulled it out. said the chief in
hi* most fllntlike tone, “but somebody i
else drove It in'"
“He might have fallen on it," ven- '
lured Larry
"Why. there was a violent struggle
see the floor!"
“V'apers only wind from the windows
could do that!”
“Wind through the window would
blow them the other way beyond the
Uble. They lie thickest at the tabic j
and trail over toward the window."
said the chief, stubbornly. He could ,
given up »<-ldler!ng
sage to Larcia."
Holbrook never recognized n lost
f-ausc Hop#* could not bo fotlorn to
him To fight, to smile, to turn and
iig!;t .ignln to wrest victory from de
feat and still to smile that was his
theory of life Hut was he fighting to
e legacy o|
nailer, this
Alin* Gra-
woman he
tone of cer-
window
protect
womanhood fr>
am thi
shame
of thlr dead
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was
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LAYER, still
the
loved ?
"No,”
said the chief.
in a t
tainty,
“the wind from tl
would b
iow the paper*
away
"And
the draft, hitting the
whir f\
them hack,”
said
brightly
illustrating
hi*
Holbrook,
point with
sweeping arms
The chief laughed but his eyes were
still questioning, and his lips were cold.
He stooped and picked up the rose Hol
brook had held and found no time to
conceal.
“See this ro»e. Captain—It was
stepped on a dozen times In the strug
gle.”
“One turn of the heel would grind
t that much.” returned our Captain,
airily.
A whirling Itorvish 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 him he’d move
round pretty lively' Nothing to it.
Chief SU1CIDIC!”
The Chief shook his head The par
ley was over
“Call that hoy:’’ he commanded Don
nell
"Tommy! come here”’ shouted Don
nell obediently.
“Yes, sir,” quavered an answering
voice.
The Captain kept the situation easy,
friendly, a matter of mere differing j
opinion.
"The mistake professional detective#
make. Chief, Ih to imagine a mystery
In everything that’s not A B C to
them right off the reel!”
The curtains parted again and Tommy
came In \ terrible disintegration
seemed to have taken plate in the
boy s nature It was as 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 i.• > dignity In death here.
His uncle Iud 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 had said. "You're a good boy,
Tommy, and your uncle loves you.” The
boy was hideously aJone now and his
i’ncle .Itid 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, hut he could not stand. This
horrible nightmare was weakening him
too much.
“Who touched this hand?” shouted
the Chief, suddenly, becoming aware
of aome change In the dead man’s
posture.
“Not me. Chief," Donnell hastened
to exclaim.
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.
Advice to the
Lovelorn
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD !
A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York
[Novelized byl
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
NO.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am deeply in
young man
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love with a
w 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 ajm Jealous or
not, I do not know. Should I
continue paying all my atten
tions to him, an he says he caren
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.
(From Owen Davis’ play now- being pre
sented at the playhouse, N«jr York, by
WlHlam 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>lek might
be an "expert packer," but the time of
Kenneth’s return was 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-
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By MAUDE MILLER.
->HERE arc many pretty women j
who do not take a pretty pic- i
lure, and there are 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 Bannon, In
“Hop o’ My Thumb," is one of that
fortunate number.
Laughingly, she disclaimed all pre
tensions to beauty.
“If 1 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."
Asked her secret, she said she had
none. Site laughs at her troubles and
they fly away, others not so wise
You must cure him of the habit by J sessions comine to rest in the mass in
- Kenneth Nelson's borrowed trunk,
dropping compliment, for eome for- , Iurry up n:' were
mer '.over of yours. Don t let h m , ^ flomewhal confusln(? orders to
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 be 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
with a young
senior.
something l 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?
BDONDY.
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 you go on your knees, and that
is what.any further attempt on your
part toward a reconciliation would
mean.
love
man one year my
Some time ago I said
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, its 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 w'ho does
all her exercising in the shopping
district sees so many distractingly
pretty things In the window's that she
becomes a little envious, and the
otherwise beneficial effects of out
door exercise axe lost in the feeling
of envy they inspire. No one can get
He Was Careful.
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 w'ho Is healthy and happy and
helpful becomes beautiful to those
she loves. Three H’s that are in
valuable to the girl w'ho longs for
beauty: Health, Happiness and Help
fulness."
A Second-Hand Christmas
■ . Bv JAMES J.
MONTAGUE
Do You Know-
Ditue Tommy was bringing in
new kittens to show the visitor,
brought the first two Into the room,
carrying them painstakingly by the
tails, while they howled and spit with
vigor.
“Oh, Tommy!” exclaimed the visi
tor, “you musn’t hurt the poor little
things"
“No, madam. I won’t," Tommy re
plied, “I’m carrying them by the
stems.”
But he managed as best suited his
Ideas of arrangement and hurry.
“Here we are," srled Dick, with an
, ah- of satisfaction. She dropped the
j clothes and began dancing gayly. Dick
was humming, “Meet Me In Spoontime,
j Dearie.” Together they finished the
| song to their mutual satisfaction. Kitts-
knelt by his side to view his arrange-
| ments in “lnternai economy."
Going to Be Fun.
"It’s going to be fun, Dick! It’s Re
in* 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 back to her room for 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
lars and cravats. As he came back to
the trunk 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
"He got some nice shirt studs,” said
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 1 gotta right to’ something. You
needn't be afraid.”
“I should worry!"
‘•It’s time to say a last farewell,"
said Kitty, lightly,
j Dick fell on his knees before the
i 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:
He "That was a fit job for that fool Pot-
j ter."
i "Come on," cried Kitty, gayly. “All
aboard."
“All right, heave to and lend a hand,
matle! 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 was en
gaged in its engrossing occupation.
“Hello, there!" cried Kitty, 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 goln’ to
do? What’s goln’ to become of the old
man?” cried Jim, Tn abject terror of the
helpless days he felt were fast ap
proaching “the old man.”
Left Alone.
''Good-bye!” Raid Kitty, Indifferently.
“You ain’t goin‘ to leave me again.
Kitty! Whet can I do?”
‘Tshklblbble!" was Kitty's reply.
Bearing the trunk with ita loot and
booty between them, laughing gayly a-
the old man’s discomfiture and at the t
sorry surprise they had left for Ken,
Kitty and Dick pranced lightly and oal.
lously from the room. So 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 “kelis" and human sociability! Come
were the days of taxis with clocks tick
Ing instead of live hoofs beating! And
his daughter, with a heart fit to meae
ure like a little human taxi clock, had
left him to hla fate—left him with a
laugh. Solitary, dejected, in deep dis
tress. the old man sat In Kenneth Net-
son’s dismantled room through lor*
weary moments. He had not initiative
enough to go—and yet he knew what
Ken thought of ’’.Tames” and his alien
presence so far from the servants’ hall.
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 Roy!”
said Jim. He scarcely lifted hla hope-
les« old head.
“With Dick Le Roy? Left me-—for—
Dick Le Royl”
The boy's tone took on a curious
numbness—almost a detachment from
life and fee 1 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.
I Jim Tells All.
“Yes," said the old man, looking at
him curiously. "Tie’s been playing for
It for weeks.”
Kenenth sat down by the table—h*
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 to
him.
“Kind of tough on you, but it was
coming to you. T knew that all along
Siv* never sticks—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 HtTIs Tie had pr«
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 I
done with my life?**
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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to build up their muscles and bones and
put on flesh. Their physical future depends
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There’s more real nutrition in a. 10c package of
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MACARONI
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I WISHT that T could find some place where Christmas toys was
cheap,
The only kind I ever get is off a rubbish heap.
An’ though i almost fool myself pertendin’ they are new.
An’ have real fun a-niakin b’lieve that Santa Claus is true,
It’s alwavs spoiled the Christmas fun that I have gone an’ planned
To hear the other kids sing out: “Them things is second hand!”
’SPOSF. when little kids is poor they hadn’t ought to ’sped
- 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 1 found a nice green tree out on a dump downtown.
An’ saved it for a long, tong 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 IT yesterday when I went out I got cheered up again,
For in a dirty areaway 1 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! tt wit! 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.
YF got some Christmas post cards, that I’ll pin up on the wait,
* An’ I’ll pertend that Santa Claus has been here after all.
It's easy thinkin' things like that when no one else is round.
To know that all the things you’ve got is only what you've found;
An' 1 do hope ttie other kids, who never understand
I.ike I do, won’t come round an'say; “Awl That stuff’s second-hand!’
Mr. and Mrs. Earle Maddox, of Dos
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-
vido 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 Millersville, 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. K. 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 cases.
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.
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