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0 J ... „ • • > r r A @ Job, Being a Man, Missed ihe Grcalcsl Affliction: He Didn’t Have to Pul Up With a Husband ♦ ® NIL AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Beauty ® The Value of Walking Described bv Helen Bannon. fNovtllxed by> urn , Holbrook* little Kamf | rat* But would the j • f-.\ states Secret Serv- , v a lad who had one* * r>f the naMon AikI had : ft to "carry me* Kror tli play by He ora* Kcar- ■ . ..... e Tulrtv ninth Rtr-.-t Theater. New York Bet :i rlgl t» i yrlftitad ty . International News Service.j 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 bl&rkn venomo us spider, or was ham, S 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 ?'••• 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- V Vi- •: >:'4 'UrAA: / V 1 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. Y , <5rM r t&‘ . 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 tor free recipe book and see how many different ways this strength - building food can be served. At all grocers’—5c and 10c packages I 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. 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