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•i* @ ® ^ Evert You Old Scrooges Must Admit There Is Nothing in 1 his World as Ernpti/ as an Empty Stocking A np n A A Thrilling Story of' \ i I Society Blackmailers (Novelized by> (From (he play by George Scar borough. now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Honest, sir,” said Tommy in grow ing fear of this big, firm man. “Who’s been here to-night?’’ thun dered the interlocutor. For the briefest second the boy hes itated, and Holbrook caught his eye “A man,” said Tommy “What's his name?” Again the boy hesitated. “I don't know,” he said at last In a breathless tone. The Chief looked for a flickering mo ment from the soldier to the boy. “DM he come before or after I was here"” asked Holbrook In the matter- of-fact tone of a seeker after knowledge. The Chief betrayed surprise. HOL BROOK HAD BEEN HERE—WHY, he ■wondered. Aloud he said: “You were here to-night, Captain?” “Oh, yes. Chief, but the boy said Flagg wasn’t at home.” Then address ing Tommy, he continued in a per fectly pleasant tone: “And I’ll bet you lied to me when you. said it—didn’t Fou?” “Tie—he didn’t want to see you Again,” murmured poor Tommy. The Chief looked thoughtfully at Hol- trrook. Later they would both remem ber Tommy’s admission. The Captain continued his question ing: “But who was the other man who came after I did?” 'T don’t know, sir.” “Ah, yes you do! Out with it! His tutme!” thundered the Chief “Jones,” whimpered Tommy. “What did he want?”'Tommy hesl- t&Tfed. “Got any handcuffs. Donnell?” “Sure, Chief.” “Please don’t!” cried Tommy in hor ror. “He sold my uncle a letter! It's In the drawer, there!” On the Rack. Chief Dempster opened the letter and smiled with an Ironical twist of his grim lips. Now’ that it was too late for the court of law’—now that Jutson Flagg was claimed by the higher law—the proof of his despicable blackmailing las tn his hunter's hand. “Who killed your uncle?” he shot at Tommy with disarming suddenness. “I don’t know, sir. He called me—I was in bed and ” “What time?” “About eleven, I think—I opened the door and answered r * “And then?” w’ent on the Inquisitor. “I hurried down—and imoie was dead.” The boy sobbed out some of his forlorn aloneness. “Then I opened the window and called ‘police.’ ” Donnell grinned: “You could havs heard him across the Potomac .” The third degree continued. ‘ flow long after you heard your uncle calling did you get here?” • \bout half a minute.” “And you’re sure there was nobody here at all?” “No. sir,” asserted the frightened boy with certainty He w'ondered dully If they would try to fasten the crime on him why, he had loved his Uncle Jinl and he was alone now—surely they could not Intend taking him off to the prison. “Only one answer, Chief,” broke in Holbrook, with calm assurance. The more bitterly certain he became of the true answer, the more desperately he wondered if he could make the trail lead away from the girl who must not be hunted, hounded by the death of the blackmailer as she had been by his life. “This rose! Where did this come from?” went on the inexorable ques tioner. Breathless stillness for a moment. Larry wondered if his heart was likely to ruffle the tucks on his frilled ‘shirt. “F don't know, sir. My uncle didn't have any roses.” As If In sooth a spider wouldNhave a pretty taste In pink roses! “He might have bought out a florist after you went upstairs,” declared J^arry A Danger Line. The chief chose to ignore him That worried our Irishman a bit. ' Never a bit did he mind being disputed, refuted even but to be ignored, that showed that the chief was doing his own think ing along a line of his own a danger line. • You didn’t h<“ar the outside door be fore or after you came in here?” "So, sir.” “You opened the window right away?” “Yes, sir.” “And you stayed at the window until you saw’ the police coming?” “Yes, sir.’’ “And you didn’t, Donnell?’ “No, sor ” The chief spoke with quiet certainty tli it fell on Holbrook’s heart with dead. ]y ‘ force. FORE THE BOY GOT n-jjj’ WINDOW OPEN SHE MADE THE CORNER.” “SHE Chief?” inquired the captain, v. ■ i elaborate unconcern—and the while he wondered that nobody heard his V . : < ><ng a reel that would he fittest u •• a wake. . rT WAS A W()M AN' ^ ( 'I 'I'UOlpHT SO YOURSELF WHEN YOU FIRST CAME IN!” •f thought so? Oh. Chief, you're j, inj I thought- "*v,i caught perfume in the air Mcuprook countered easily. Perfume isn't confined to women.' at that. “1 thil l a. woman called my uncle on the phone,” ventured Tommy. •Ah, the arrant young cub. now.” thought Captain Larry. “If l couldn t discipline him for that volunteer serv ile!” “Who was she?” snapped the chief did not flinch. Now—now was the mo ment when he must decide and decide quickly, what to DO. The Telephone Call, But Tommy shook his head vaguely. The chief tried another tack. “When did she call?” “While the man was here, about half past 10“ “Was she to come here?” “I think so.” Chief Dempster allowed himself the relaxation of a full smile. “Now’ will you he good. Captain?” He crossed to the telephone while Hol brook turned the battery of his ques tion marks on Tommy. But mercifully enough, the lad had no more to tell; and “central” seemed a bit uncertain about tracing the. call that had been i received on Flaggs phone at 10:30. But now there entered a new sleuth hound to ferret out the scent of the trail. Inspector McIntyre came to Join ' forces with Chief Dempster And at the. chief’s answer to McIn tyre’s, “Well, what have we here?” Hol brook winced anew. For the word that followed was so hopelessly ugly and the trail he had tried to confuse lay so hopelessly plain. Would the Govern- j ment’s hunting dogs give tongue soon ! —would the pitiless park of the law’ fol low the scent? For this Is what Demp ster said: “Murder—and a tough proposition, too.’’ To add to the danger--there was a plain clothes man detailed to give the whole house his careful Inspection. And now Tommy's examination was resumed. Even the reflection that Tommy probably liked it no better than he did was of small cheer to Aline's self-appointed protector. “Tommy, is this a flashlight for that camera';” "Yes, sir.” “Where do those wires run?” “The desk.” “Oh—did be take pictures?” Tommy nodded. “Himself?” Tommy nodded again “What for?” “I—I don’t know, sir “ “Take any to-night 0 '’ “I—I—think so.” "Out with it, kid.” thundered the chief. v “The man's picture” . . . stumbled off Tommy’s gray and twitching lips. “Tell us about it quick, or you’ll get a free ride,” said the inspector, tak ing a hand in the game. “The camera stayed up there—on the top of the bookcase—with a plate in it —and the flashlight ready—my uncle al ways took anybody’s picture when they first came to see him.” “Did he get miner* asked Holbrook with a flash of the wit that no diffi culties ooiua ever quite restrain, "No. sir.’’ “Go on,” said the Inspector, who did not consider this the time for--Jesting. “My uncle just pushed the button and the camera opened and the flash exploded. When my uncle called me, I heard the flash—and I heard my un cle say: ‘I get your picture for the police!” And at the awful possibilities of the single sentence, Holbrook’s staunch heart went dizzy and faint. Whose picture would that all-reveal ing camera contain? Whose picture had Flagg, devilishly resourceful and re vengeful even In death, taken for the police? Who would be given over by that picture to the police? The Chief was blazing his trail now. Or, as Holbrook pictured it, the blood ed dog was nosing out the scent—and he would follow It to the death. “That’s the stuff—there was your powder-smoke, Captain. ‘Get your pic ture for the police’—don’t sound like suicide, does it, Larry, me boy?” He laughed in triumph. “No—It sounds like a pipe dream to me.’’ said Larry the dauntless. “Take charge of that camera. Don nell.” ordered the Inspector. "And don’t let it out of your hands a second.” “Yes sir,” said Donnell, taking the camera carefully in his left hand and keeping the right arm ready for at tack or defense. For absolute safety he rested the camera on a high chair back and held It full in the range of his unw’avering eyes. Holbrook w’ondered idly how many men an ex-soldler could handle. And then he decided that the diplomat’s waiting game must be his. “What’s in that room?” asked the In spector In a curt tone Then, still more curtly, he pushed Tommy before him into the darker inner den of the dead spider. The plain clothes men and Chief Dempster follow’ed on the tour of in spection. leaving the room to the grim, sprawling, dead form—the guardian of the camera, and the hopeful tightei* for a lost cause. Larry Holbrook came and stood by the side of this other Irishman. On his face was a cordial smile that was just matched by the unctuous one on Donnell's countenance. Larry’s fingers were tw’itchlng to be at that camera. Donnell’s fingers w’ere firm on it. “Didn’t ye have a brother named Alike Donnell in the Fifth Cavalry?” began Captain Holbrook, in a pleasantly con versational tone. “No. Captain.” replied the guardian of the place, smiling. Holbrook took a judicial survey of the other man. “Indeed? Well, ye favor each other very much.” The bit of a brogue was very much in evidence for its brotherly effect. Quite casually ri^vv he began to ex amine the camera. ^‘Oid fashioned sort of a contrivance that—eh, Donnell?” “Looks like a good one, though.” re turned Donnell with due importance. “ ’Tis—German lens.” And now, hav ing seen just enough for his purpose. Captain Holbrook changed the subject with disarming purpost-iessness. “This Donnell 1 knew in the army used to be on the New York police force,” the figures twitched toward the camera again. But Donnell's eyes were twin watch dogs. quickly. Holbrook's knuckles whitened but he To Be Continued Tomorrow. Youth and Age Copyright, lftlfl. International flerde*. BY NELL BRINKLEY Y OUTH is thankful that it has YOUTH; thankful for the faery things that go with it; for t.be dreams that are; for the things that are to be; for the daring that swells its heart and takes Old Time by the beard; for the stir and the strife of life; for red blood and love; for the colors and flowers and gems that go with this decorat ing-time of life; for the mighty Joy of TO-DAY and most of all for the high, delicate hopes of what IS TO COMB! Age is thankful that its feet and body are warm—that a soft chair closes It round; thankful for the things that It has known; for the dreams that came true and that it can forget those that never did; thankful for the wisdom that keeps its heart from hurting and loving loo deeply; for the peace that it has found; for the youth that sometimes surrounds it; for a flue old book and the crackling hearth—and. most of all, for the end of strife for the warm, even heart-beat that finds pleasure in meditation and feels no more the tormenting, bitter-sweet flame that distracts the heart of youth. Youth and old age; wild birds and dozing pussies each thank ful for so widely different things! A Widow in Distress By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. Dear Miss Fairfax: X am a young widow, 28 years of ago, and for the past three years a man has been trying to induce me ot marry him. I re fused him repeatedly, telling him that I did not intend to' marry anyone. He induced me to prom ise that if I ever married 1 would marry him. Some time ago 1 met a man whom I love very much, and married him. Since then the other ban lias become a wreck and says he can not live without me. j love my husband very much, and he loves me. but. I can not be happy knowing that the other man is unhappy on account of me. He says that if I would let him see me sometimes it would make it easier for him. Please advise me if it would be right if T should let him see me "a O tf you should see him some- ^ times 1t would make it easier for him—would it? Well, how about making It easier >r you ? And then the man you've married - hat about him? You've promised to love and honor im. Do you think you would be nnoring him if you saw this other ian just because the other man wants >u to do so? When you married your husband m gave up every sentimental obli- ition you ever owed or might, could, ould or should owe to any other ian on earth—as long as that hus- ind is alive and you live with him. This man who is anxious to have au think about him when be knows vu are married and ought to forget im isn’t worth anybody's thought— ir a single minute. If lie was, iie would try to help you -not try to harm you. He knows srfectly well that he is asking you to v something you have no right to v at all—something which will get iu into trouble just so sure as you yen consider it for a minute. Who is he that he dares presume i far? When you married your husband du were through once and for ail itli this man ... s' see him again , .ill—if you can help it. Don’t risk a good home and a good usband for the sake of a vain fool ho wants to make you appear as ily as he is. The Manicure Lady ,«.t ‘T By WILLIAM F. KIRK. F that wart ever comes in here agatn and gets into my chair he will think he is getting shared at Fish’s Eddy by the oldest Inhabitant,” said the Head Barber, glaring after a retreating figure. “This is the fourth time he has been In here and I have caught him every time. He wants more waiting on than Caruso, and he ain’t kicked in with the sign of a tip one of the four times. Wait till I catch him In this chair again!” “You should be more patient and gentle, George.’’ said the Manicure Lady, soothingly. “As we journey through life we ran into a lot of queer nuts, and you must treat them kind of forbearing, the way you would treat a lost child Tha s the way T go along, and I find that it makes me more happy than putting the bee to folks that is a thor n in m> side.' “I ain't never notired that you have any patience to sell,” declared the Hoad Barber T have heard you recent enough telling some guy where to get off ” “Never unless T have plenty of vo cation. George” said the Manicure Lady. "It takes awful !<• ■• me. When I ain’t got perfect control of my tempe*- of course there is times when I burn up a h i nut a..s a rale 1 try to be kind and get, tie tc all which comes into my daily life. I believe I will live longer that way. and a* Robert Moore, the Scotch poet, once wrote 'As we Journey through life, let us live quite a while.’ ” “I don’t expect tips from every one.” said the Head Barber, “but when a man want* !ot of extra service he ought to dig down and pay for It | That’s what ts nr goa* h man wanting the whole barber shop and th*n sneaking on* without paying me nothing ext*a fo** •Double ” 'There Is folks • this world that the more they get the more they pect.” observed the \F.i ,: .re Lady “The old gent \vr.« el':, >• » oH,< md me last night about a fellow that worked for him. sc. is i old gent was *****■****«> tory one day and he saw a old fel low there that used to work beside him when they was boys together. That was when father was poor and the factory was small He asked the old fellow if he was still working at the same Job, and the old fellow said he was. 'Well,' says father, ‘you have worked long enough. Go home and rest from now on, and you will get your check Just the same every week.' “That’s the kind of a sport my father is. George, but that ain’t the end of the stor? For about six months he didn’t see no more of the old fellow, and kept sending his check regular, but at the end of the six months th* old fellow* actually had the nerve to corfie to him and say that he thought he ought to have a raise! Father thought he was Joking at first, but the old fellow explained that on account of the high cost of living he had to have a raise Now ■ if he had kept on slaving in the fao- | tory he wouldn't have ever asked for i a raise Can you beat that?” ' I suppose your 'ather gave him a j raise. said the Head Barber. No Url not, said the Manicure l ad .. "Father tied a can to him and ; ain't never saw him since. You wouldn't think any man would be hi.gglsh enougl in ask for A raise I vvhen ho was pensioned, would you7' ”! d think anything.” said the Head Barber, gloomil Maybe he is the father of that guy I just shaved." Going Cheap. .Some time ago a man was awak ened in the night to find his wife j weeping uncontrollably. My darling!” he exclaimed what is the . matter?” A dream!” she gasped. “I have had such a horrible dream.” Her husband begged her to tel! It j to him in older that he might com- : tort her. After long persuasion she was induced to say this: "1 thought I ijvas walking down the street, and I carne to a warehouse w ic.e ' »ere was a large placard 'Husbands for sale' You could get i beautiful ones for fifteen hundred dol lars or even for twelve hundred, and very nice looking ones for as low as I a hundred.” The husband asked innocently; • >'d you S'"- any that looked .ike 7 e sobs beanie strangling Dozens <>*' :he”\” gasped the wife, done up ir. hunches like aspat.igu. » —w iui. un cttiUa a bunch." Up-to-Date jokes “Speaking of hens,” said an Ameri can traveler, “reminds me of an old | hen my dad had on a farm in Da- ! Kota. She would hatch out anything I from a tennis ball to a lemon. Why, one day she sat on a piece of ice and I hatched out two quarts of hot water. ’ “That doesn’t come up to a club- j footed hen my old mother once had.” '.iid one <»f hfs hearers. "They had ! been feeding her by mistake on saw- dus$ instead of oatmeal. Well, she laid twelve eggs and sat on them, . and when they were hatched eleven »f the chickens had wooden legs and j the twelfth was a woodpecker.” * • • V clever lawyer succeeded in wln- | ning his client’s case and getting the better of a rather bumptious barrls- I ter The latter couldn't conceal his chagrin, and, meeting his victorious j opponent In the smoke-room of the i hotel at which they were staying, he j remarked, i:i a loud and spiteful tone: ‘ Sir, Is there any case too dirty for I you. or any criminal so much dyed in crime that you won’t defend?” "No.” said the other, In a quiet •one “What have you been doing I now?” 1 • • • A witty Judge declared recently that "a patriot was a man who re fused to button his wife's blouse. A martyr,” he went on. “Is one who at tempts and falls, while a hero tries and succeeds.” “Then, what is a coward?” asked a curious bystander ’Oh, a coward.” replied the Judge, “is a man who remains single so that 1 he won’t have to try.” * * * “T am thinking of touring in South Africa next season,” remarked the co median. “Take my advice and don’t.” replied *he villain. ' \n ostrich egg weighs 'r<*m two to thre® points.” Certain Relief from headaches, dull feelings, and fatigue of biliousness, comes quickly —and permanent improvement in bodily condition follows—after your stomach, liver and bowels have been toned and regulated by •Id everywhere. In botM, 10c., 25«, THE FAMILY CUPBOARD A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York [Novelized by! (From Owen Davis’ play now being pre sent eri at the Playhouse, New York, by William A. Brady.—Copyright, 1913, by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT "She’s Just the same with me—quits me cold, like this—then bimeby, she’ll come buck and give me all she’s got.” Kenneth looked up. his attention sud denly arrested, his mind focussing on "James.” “Why should she give you anything?” "I’M HER FATHER,’’ answered Jim very quietly and simply. Kenneth looked dt him for a mo ment in sheer horror. So. this maudlin eld driver of cabs -this servant with his vapid old face was-Kitty’s father! He laughed bitterly. Tie had sacrificed so much—for so little. He had Judged his values with such youthful cocksure ness. He had turned his back on the old life he knew—he had driven away at last even a fine old friend like Pot ter -and all for the faithless daughter of old Jim Garrlty. But Jim was inured to insult He had no personal pride to take arms for of fense or defense. lie went on with a sort of meek resignation that. If either of them had known it. was own human brother to Ken’s attitude of hopeless helplessness. “Sure’ I’m her father She’s ashamed to have the gentlemen know it, so she takes me as a servant when she’s keepln’ house with one of ’em.” Who He Really Was. “One of them? Good God* One of them! TIas there been more than one ’’’ Ken sprang up he stood faring tlie old cab driver. "Began when she was about six teen.” "I know!” said Ken full bitterly “Workin’ in a. store on ” "Yes!” exclaimed the tortured boy. “He weren’t a bad sort. He’d a married her, I think—only he died." Kenneth had turned his back on the narrator of Kitty’s story, and was gaz ing out of the window- -out where there was sunshine and clean air a man might breathe without polluting and choking his lungs to the point of anguished suf focation. Now he whirled about, and carne quickly—almost menacingly toward Jim. “NO! NO! HE DIDN’T DIE!” he cried with his bitter certainty. “Sure he did*. Su-re!” said Jim pa tiently “I wns to his funeral. Fine big feller—name of Sam Livingstone. Big Sam Livingstone ” Completely overcome — with wave after wave of horror sweeping over him—with the cruel vision of his blow In defense of this girl—with the awful phantasmagoria of his misspent day' and nights—for this—woman—with bit terness clouding his eyes and wrenching at the foundations of his mind, Ken sank—spent, weary, baffled and beaten Into the only refuge he could hope for now—the relaxation of his deep old chair! THE TRUTH AT LAST. And truth was a two-edged sword to smlt* i him! His Only Thought. “Then there was “ went-' on Jim, with the shameless relish of the scan dalmonger who finds an audience to whom his tale of horror Is new. “Don’t! Ha, ha, ha, ha. hal Don’t! It’s too funny! It’s too funny! Ha, ha, ha! Don’t tell me any more!” There was no mirth In Ken’s laughter. But to him It seemed that he was a suc cessful raconteur - and with delight In the success cf his story telling he went on. How could he tell a mind was breaking before him? “She’s drifted around, sort of. for the last ten years. She's a bit older than she lets on, but she never says any thing she’s smart, but she’s always on ! lie move. I think a lot of Kitty. But —she ain’t—always very good to me!” The maudlin old weakling knew no shame for what his daughter was. No horror of how she came by the means for being “good” to him—he only felt terror and resentment at being desert ed. left in the lurch now. Perhaps— perhaps that she had such a father was the reason why Kitty was—Kitty! “She never struck you—did she? She never struck you?” Urn was quite shocked nr the thought. “No! She (^Wouldn’t do that!” Kenneth laughed again hysterically “Well. I got to go look for a job. I guess, fill she drifts back again.’’ said .Urn. with resigned patience. "Jobs is hard to get nowadays—all I know is drivin’ a cab an’ these here darned taxis- He had almost a philosophic tone of resignation and meekness. Ken interrupted. “Here!” He stooped and picked up the money he had got ten for this man’s daughter—the bills he had dropped to the floor in the emo tion of learning that she was Jim’s daughter. He picked up the roll of bills and held it out. Jim took It wondering and slowly counted it. To Be Continued To-morrow. 10(1 STORES WHERE YOUR CREDIT IS GOOD Smart Coats $12 to $27 Clever Suits $12 to $30 Fur Sets $10 to $35 Warm Sweaters .... $2 to $5 Silk Dresses $12 to $25 Walking; Skirts $4 to $7 Cirls’ Coats 4 to $7 Petticoats $2 to $5 AMD SUITS OVERCOATS FOR _MEN AND BOYS Among our new arrivals are all the latest style materials, weaves and designs. Among the Overcoats are the Nobby Chinchillas, with Belted Backs and Shawl and Convert ible Collars. 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