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M ~ i Even You Old Scrooges Must Admit 7 here Is Nothing in I his if orld as Empty as an Empty Stocking ■n AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Novelized *y) • From th#* pl« b> George Soar- i 1 -rough, TiO-u i*ei:.« present ♦*<! at the Thirty-ninth street Theater, New York, serial right* held nnd copyrighted by r.ternatlonal Neap Service .* TO-DAY’S INSTALLSENT. Honest. sir,'* *aid Tommy In grow tig fear of this biff, firm man “Who's been here to-night?' thun- .ered the interlocutor. For the briefest second the hoy hee- • ted. and Holbrook caught his eye. “A man.’’ said Tomm: •t hat’s his name \guin the boy hesitated T don't know.’’ ho said at last in u oieathlesa tone. The Chief looked for a flickering mo ment from the soldier to the bo' "DWI he come before or after 1 was •rft?" asked Holbrook in the matter- of-fact tone of a seeker after knowledge. Tfte Chief betrayed surprise. HOL BROOK HAD BEEN HERE- WHY. he Tvondereo. Aloud bo said: “You were here to-night, Captain?” Oh. yes. Chief, but the t>8y said J«*lagg wasn’t at home * Then address- ng Tommy, he continued in u per fectly pleasant tone. “And I’ll bet you Med to me when you said it didn’t you T ’ ‘Tie- -he didn't want to *r you .iguln." murmured poor Tommy. The Chief looked thoughtfully ar Hol brook. Later they would both remom bar Tommy’s admission The Captain continued his questjon- ng: “But who wan the other man who ame ufter I did?” “1 don’t know, Hlr.” “Ah, yes you do! Out with it! Ilia ame!” thundered the Chief Jones," whimpered Tommy. “What did he want?” Tommy he?, aVed. "Got any handcuffs. Donnell?" "Sure. Chief "Please don’t!" cried Tommy in hor ror. "He sold my uncle u letter - It’s *n the drawer, there” On the Rack. Chief Dempster opened the letter and railed with un ironical twist of his grim lips Now that it was too late for he court of lav now that Jutson Flagg was claimed by the higher low -the .roof of his despicable blackmailing lay 11 his hunter’s hand. "Who killed your uncle?" he shot at Tommy with disarming suddenness. “1 don't know, sir He called me I .yam In bed and- “What time?” About eleven, I think—i opened the oor and answered "And then'. 1 ’ went on the inquisitor. “I hurried down -and uncle was dead." .The boy sobbed out some of is forlorn aloneness. “Then I opened he window and called ‘police.’ ” Donnell grinned: “You could have .curd him across the Potomac." The third degree continued. “How long after you heard your uncle ailing did you get here’."' “About half a minute." And you're sure there was nobody icrc at all?” "No, sir,’ asserted the frightened boy with certainty. Tie wondered dully if hey would try to fasten the crime on iim- why. he had loved his Uncle Jud ind 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 nore bitterly certain he became of the rue answer, the more desperately he wondered if he could make the trail ead away from the girl who must not be hunted, hounded b> the death of :..e blackpialler as she had been by his life. “This rose! Where did thia come from?” went on the inexorable ques tioner. Breathless stillness for a. moment. • -arry wondered if his heart was likely o ruffle the tucks on hit* frilled shirt “I don’t know. sir. My uncle didn’t nave any roses." Vs if in sooth h spider would have a pretty taste In pink ’ oses! “He might have bought out a florist after j'ou went upstairs." declared j *rn\ 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 thfnk- ng along a line of his own danger \*.ne. “You didn’t hear the outside do or bo lero or utter you came in here’."’ “Vo, sir." “You opened ihe window right away V" “Yes. sir. “And you stayed at the window until on taw the police coming'’" “Yes. sir." “And you didn’t. 1 tofcneli “No. sor— ’ The chief spoke with quin certainty •i.at fell * ! Holbrook's heart with dead, iy force. “BEFORE THE BOY GOT < PEN SHE M u*i: THE CORNKB “SHE Chief? ir., ire. the captain, vith elaborate unconcern and the while he wondered that nobody heard his heart doing a reel that would be fittest for a wake IT WAS A WOMAN! TOP THOUGHT SO YOURSELF WHEN YOU FIRST CAME IN!" “1 thought nu'.' * ’li. Ch>f. you’re .■eating, i thought "You «.aught perfi rr.e in the air” fi cl brook counter**' eusily "Perfume Jen't confined to women." lie sniffed si that “T thir.:. woman called my uncle on • "Ah. the arrant young cub. now." oug.ir Captain Larr.' . “If i couldn't ^' soiplij ** Mm for that volunteer .- erv nil nhnv'Il Captain Youth and Age ("opyriji ■ BY XT.LI. BHIXKLF.Y thundered me I stumbled i wa> she? *ppe* did not flinch. Nov now was the ino inent when he must decide and deokh quickly, what to DO. The Telephone Call. But Tommy shook his head vaguely. The chief tried anothor tack. • Wbm did ah# '-ail?" “While tho man was here, abou past 10.” “Was siie to come here” “I think so." Chief Dempster kllowei relaxation of a full rmile “Now will you b« gooc He crohHiwi to the telephone while Ho, brook turned th#* battery of his que lion marks on Tommy. But mercifully enough, the lad had no more to tell; and “central” Heemed a bft uncertain about tracing the call that had been received on Flagg’s phone at 1(>: SO. But now there entered a new sleuth hound to far ret out th»- K.cert 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 uglj and the trail lie had tried to confuse lay so hopelessly plain. Would the Govern merit's hunting dogs gi\e tongue soon •would tlie pitiless pack of the law fol low the scent? For this in w hat Demp ster said “Murder aim a lough proposition, too." To add to ti.e danger -there was i* plain clothes rnan detailed to give the whole house his careful inspection. And now Tommy’s examination whs resumed. Even the reflection that Tommy probably liked it no letter than he did was of small cheer to Mine's self-appointed protector “Tommy, 1*. this a flashlight 1 r that camera?” “Yes, sir." “Where do tho-e wire* run “The desk." “Oh--did ha take picture*'. Tommy nodded “Himself?” Tommy nodded ugai; “What for?” “I—I don't know, sir “Take any to night “I I—think so." “Out with it. kid chief. “The man’s picture off Tommy's gray and twitching lips. “Tell ns about it quick, or you’ll Ret 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 piats in it and the flashlight ready my uncle al ways took anybody’s picture when they first name to see him. “Did lie get mlnf*'” asked Holbrook with a flash of the wit that no diffi culties could ever quite restrain. “No, wir.” “Go on," said the Inspector, who did not consider thin the time for jesting. “My uncle just pushed the button and the camera opened and the flash exploded. When my uncle called me, l I heard the flash—and I heard my un- ; cle say: M net 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 ho would follow it to the death. “That’s the stuff—there was your powder-smoke, Captain. ‘(Set your pic ture for the police’—don’t sound like suicide, does it, Larry, me boy?” lie laughed in triumpfi. “No—It sounds like a pipe dream to me.’* said I Arry the dauntless. “Take charge of that camera. Don- i ell.” ordered the Inspector. "*nd 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 rcited the camera on a high chair back and held it full in the range, of his unwavering eyes. Holbrook wondered idly how many rnen an ex-soldier could handle. And then he decided that the diplomat's waiting game roust 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 Mplder. The plain clothes men and Chief Dempster followed on the tour of in spection. leaving the room to the grim, | sprawling, dead form—the guardian of t the camera, and the hopeful fighter for I a lost cause. Larry Holbrook came and stood by { the side of this other Irishman, on his tace was »i cordial smile that was lust matched by the unctuous one on Donnell s countehar.ee. Larry's Angers were twitching to be at that camera. Donnell's fingers were firm on it. I “Didn’t ye have a brother named Mike , Donnell in the Fifth Cavalry?’’ began {Captain Holbrook, in a pleasantly eon- I \crsatJ**nal tone. “No. Captain," replied the guardian of the place, smiling Holbrook took u judicial survey of the other man. “Indeed? Well. . e favor each oilier very much.” The bit of a brogue was very much in evidence for its brotherly effei: Guile casual).\ now he began to ex amine the camera. "Oid fashioned sort of a contrivance that eh. Donnell?" “Look* like a good one, though,” re turned Donnell with due importance. “'Tie—German lens.” And now, hav ing seen Just enough for his purpose, Captain Holbrook changed the subject with disarming purposelessness. "This Donne!! 1 knew in the army used to be on t,'c New York police force,the figures twitched toward the camera again. But Donnell's eye* tv • •- win watch <iog.» To Con*-r •- T 5 r e THE FAMILY CUPBOARD A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York [Novelized by I : U % f ( u A Jlii ■V’ 4snsS, tyiKX v k\ . / /'- v ' , - ' . -.p'xr •xrM o •je-. ' v -~- 1 v; * (From Owen Davis’ play /."tv being pre- j sented at the Playhouse, New York, by William A. Brauy. -Cop: right, l&lv. by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT “►She’s just the same with me—quits me cold, like this -then btmeby. she’ll come back 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 IIEU FATHER,” answered Jim very quietly and simply. Kenneth looked at him for a mo ment in sheer horror. So. this maudlin old driver of cabs—this servant with his vapid old face was—Kitty’s lather! He laughed bitterly. He had sacrificed 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 la^t even a line old friend like Pot ter—and all for the faithless daughter of old Jim Garrity. But Jim was inured to insult.. He had no personal pride to take arms for of fense or defense. He went on with a sort of meek resignation that, if either of them had known *t, was own human brother to Ken’s attitiic^ of hopeless helplessness. “Sure! Uni her father. Site’s ashamed to have the gentlemen know it, so she takes me as a servant when she’s lceepin’ house with one of 'em ’ Who He Really Was. “One of them? Good God! One of them! Has there been more than one?’’ Ken sprang up—he stood facing the old cab driver. “Began when she was about six teen." "I know! ' said Ken full bitterly. “TVorkin* 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 ot 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 sui'- ! focation. I Now lie whirled about, and came • quickly—almost menacingly toward Jim. ‘•So’. NO! HE DIDN’T DIE!” hr cried with his bitter certainty. “Sure he did’. Su-re!" said Jim pa tiently. “I was to Ills 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 beater into the only refuge he could hope for now—the relaxation of Ids deep old chair! THE TRUTH AT LAST. Ancf truth was a two-edged sword to smlt* him! His Only Thought. “Then there was " went on Jim, with the shameless relish of the scan dalmonper who finds an audience to whom his tale of horror is new. “Don’t! Ha. ha. ha, ha. ha! 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 Ir. ihe success of his story telling he went un. 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 oh the move. I think a lot of Kitty. Bu —she ain't—always very good to me!” The maudlin old weakling knew r... shame for what his daughter was. N’ horror of how she came by the mean* for being “good” to him—he only fel terror and resentment at being desert cd, left in the lurch row. Perhaps perhaps that s'ie had such a father wa the reason why Kitty was—Kitty! “She never str uck you—did she? She never struck you v Jim was unite shocked at the though: She Wouldn’t do that!" Kenneth laughed again hysterical’>. “Well, 1 got to go look for a jcb. .1 guess, till she drifts back again," saio Jim. with resigned patience. "Jo'-s is hard to get nowadays—a.11 I kno v is drivin’ a cab—an’ these’ here dame- taxis ” He had almost a phlloso >hi- tone of resignation and meekness. Ken interrupted. “Here!” He stooped and picked up the money lie had go;- for this man's daughter—the trill*- ho nad dropped to the fioor ill the emu tion of learning that she was Jin? daughter. He picked up the roll - bills and he’d !t out. Jim took it wondering—and alowfc counted it. To Be Continued To-morrow- 100 STORES WHERE YOUR CREDIT IS GOOD Y Ol'ili i,“ i.iiankfiil luai .t uas YUL'TH; iiiiuikful to. iie '.o-ry things that £o with it: for the dreams that -are; for fits things 1hat »r« to be: for tlje daring that snells lly heart and takes Old Time by the beard: for the stir and the strife cr? life: for red blood and love; for tbe colors and flowers and gems that go with this decorst- ug ttine of life: for the mighty joy of TO-DAY and most of nil for the high, delicate hopes of wha. IS TO COMK’ tg< is thankful that its feet and body are warm—that a soft chair closes it round; thankful for the things that it naa known; for liie 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 too deeply; for the peace tnat it has found; for the youth that‘sometimes surrounds it; for a fine old book and the crackling hearth—and, most of all, for the end of strife—for the warm, even heart-beat that linds pleasure in meditation and feels i o 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! M la 4 B Phi A Widow in Distress By BEATRICE FAIRFAX Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young widow, -S years of ag>\ and for the past three ! years a man has been trying to j induce me ot marry him. I re fused him repeatedly, telling him that I did not intend to many i anyone. He induced me to prom ise that if I ever married I would marry him. Some time ago l me: a man whom I love very much, | and mat i led him. Sim e then th< other ban has become a wreck and says he can not live without me. 1 love my husband verj much, and he loves me. but 1 can not be happy knowing that the of In man is unhappy on account of me. lie says that if I would let him see me sometimes it would make it easier for him. Please ■ advise me if it would be tight if 1 should .l©t him see me O y o for him—would It? Well, how about making it easier j for you? And then the man you’ve married— what about him? You’ve promised to love and honoi 1 him. Do you think you would be honoring him if you saw this other! man jusi because the other man wants you to do so ? When you married >our husband you gave up every sentimental obli gation you ever owed or might, could, i would or should owe to any other j man on earth—ns long as that bus- j band Is alive and you live with him. I This man who is anxious to have I you thfnk about him when he knows 1 you ure married and aught tu forget him isn't worth anybody’s thought— for a single minute. If he was. he would try to help you not tr> to harm \«>u. He knows perfectly well that he is asking you to do something y.»u have no right to do a' ail something whh.it \vlip get you into trouble just so sure as you even co :siuer i ; f-*r a minute. Who i* 5 he that he dares presume j so far? When you married your husband i you were through once and for ail with this man—don’t see him again; at all- -if you can kelp ik Don’t isk i good borne at i a *,oo-- ; us band fo the sake of* ;i vain fool > o want* to rnsjWu or*»»•• •*- By WILLIAM F. KIRK. 4 4f * c * ,i ' wart • . er comes • . here I again and gets into my chair he will think he Is gettinf shaved at Fish’s Eddy by - the oldest inhabitant," said the Head Barber, glaring after n retreating figure. “This is the fourth Mme he has been in hero and I have caught him every time. lie wants more waiting on than Caruso and he ain't kicked in with the sign of a tip one of the four tlmeis. Walt till I catch him in this chair again!" "You should be more patient and gentle, George." said tire Manicure Lady, soothingly. "As we journey through life v. e mi into a lot oi queer nuts, ami you must treat then? kind of forbearing the wa: you would treat a los child. Thai's the way 1 go along, and 1 find thar it makes me more happy than p itting tho bee to folks that n a thorn in my side. “I ain’t never noticed tl.it ; u . nave any patieneft to sell.' declared t he Head Barber. “I have heard you recent ruoug '-!li;.g sun e * e 'e to get off “Never unless 1 Pave pient; of vo cation G^o’-ge '' s#..ft Manicure Lady. “It take* a awful lot . > get n*e. When I ain't got prrfft'' control o: my empft of course there ;s limes when 1 burn up * little, but as \ s and ge all which comes irtu my dally life, f believe I will live longer that way, and a.s Kobe r Moo*e The Scotch poe*. onet* wrote. As we yourney through life, let us live Quite a while.’ “I don’t expec. tips from every one," said the Head Bnrber, “but when a man wants a lot of extra iien ft hft ou* : to dig do a n ami pay for it Tha. s v hat *-> ; g • t—- a :..n * ••".tin# '-..ft \ .ole oer shop and tu'-.i sneaking out without extra trouble? “Tilft e N ":»• . s w ■. ,*t thft more The gfti ; .he uare th-- <*T r>ft t " ' •<! i ,a.;Y tory one day and he saw a old fel low there that used to work beside him when they was boys togethe That was when father was poor arid the factory was small. He asked the old fellow if he was still working at the same Job. and tho 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 jupt the same every ^ eek. i "That s the 1- nd of sport ray father is, George, but that ain’t the | ftnd of the story. For about six ; months he didn’t see no more of the ; <’ld fellow, and kept sending his check ; regular, but at the end of the six | months the old fellow actually had j the nerve to come to him and ?ay I that he though: ho ough* to have a j f»De! Father thought he v. as joking *t first, but the old fellow explained jthat on account of the high cost of {living >'•■» bad to are a raise. Now ’ f hft had kept on slaving- in the fac- i tory he wouldn't have ever asked for u raise. Can you bxiat that? 1 . - » (raise.’ said th® Head Barber. • ’’Father tied a can tu him ..nd \ ou 9 enough to # £»sk tot a raise was pensioned, would you?” “I'd think anyth g.“ said the Head laybe * h# )f that guy f just shaven.” Lp-to-Date Jokes Lady, ain't wouldn' hoggish when in Ha rbe. father Going Cheap. 3 ■ ■ • *«° “ w», iWak . r« weening • ..-ontrollab!; . V1 aimed what the matter — -a dream:" she g«a.,. - ; c njill ettt-n a horrible dreanr" Her husband begged her to «»“. it ■ to him in order that he might com fort he- After Iona persuasion s was induced to hs.v thD “I thought 1 wa* walking down the •*’ id 1 ’.ame , • warehouse w e.e :-ier* wt.*- a ge placard ‘Hu*Panes : ." i\.- ' Yu i could t>: eautiful ones f>. ■ T. :?eru : ndre • ,u. ars •/r even f r t welv- Av ■■ dr^vi. a . h iiundred." T::r i>u« Jat.u >:a.-, -'d ::.'.no-ft.... “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 from ii tennis ball to a lemon. Why, one day she sat on a piece of ice and hatched out two quarts of hot water. ’ ‘ That doesn’t come up to a club footed h?n my old mother once had.” j said one of his hearers. “They had been feeding her by mistake on saw dust instead of oatmeal. Well, she laid twelve eggs and sat on them, I and when they were hatched eleven j of the chickens had wooden legs and ! the twelfth was a woodpecker.” A ciever lawyer succeeded in win- j ning his client’s case and getting the j better of ,i -ather bumptious barris- I ter. The latter couldn’t conceal his ’ chagrin, and, meeting his victorious opponent in the smoke-room of the hotel at which they were staying, he remark© . in a loud and spiteful tone: “Sir, is there any case too dirty for you, or any criminal so much dyed I in crime that von won’t defend?" “No,” said the other, in a quiet tone. “What have you been doing now ?” I * * * A witty judge declared recently that "a patriot was a man who re fused to button his wife’s blouse. 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