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$ Even You Old Scrooges Must Admit There Is Nothing in This World as Empty as an Empty Stocking AT BAY i Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Youth and Age Coprrtfht. 1*18. latsnutieea] Km Ferric*. *y> From the play by George boar •rough. now being presented at the ’"hliijr-nlnth Street Theater. New ^ ork -©rial right* f old and copyrighted by ntemational News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. Honest sir.*' said Tommy In grow- g fear of thla big. Arm man tvho’a Leen here to-night*’" thtin* ■red th# Interlocutor. For the briefest second the boy her tated. and Holbrook caught hla eye "A man/' raid Tommy. What'a his name* vgain the boy hesitated •T don't know.” he said at last In a reathleea tone. The Chief looked for a flickering mo- ent from the soldier to the hoy ■■T)M he come before or after I was hereT* asked Holbrook In the matter- of-fact tone of a aeeker after knowledge The Chief betrayed surprise HOL BROOK HAD BREN HERB—WHY, he wondered Aloud he said. "You were here to*nlght, Csptsln?” 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 your* He-he didn't want to see you again." murmured poor Tommy The Chief looked thoughtfully af Hol brook. Later they would both remem ber Tommy's admission. The Faptaln continued his question ing- "But who was the other man who came after I did*" "I don’t know, sir." Ah, yes you do! Out with it! His name!” thundered the Chief Ion©*.” whimpered Tommy. 'What did he want?" Tommy best ta'ed ‘‘Got any handcuff*, DonnellT*' "Sure, Chief.” * I’’.ease 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 waa too late for the court of law now that Jutaon Flagg was claimed by the. higher law—the proof of his despicable blackmailing las In 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?” " \bout eleven. I think—I opened the uoor and answered " ’•And then*'' went on the Inquisitor, f hurried down and uncle was • edd " The boy sobbed out some of his forlorn aloneness "Then I opened the window and oa’led 'police.' " Donnell grinned: "You could have ieard him across the Potomac." The third degTe* continued. ' How long after you heard your uncle t ailing did you get here*" "About half a minute.” "And you're sure there was nobody here at all?” "No, air. asserted the frightened boy with certainty He wondered dully If they would try to fasten the crime on him why. he had loved hla Uncle Jud— and he was alone now—surely they cou’d not intend taking him off to the prison. "Only «>ne answer. Chief " broke In Holbrook, with calm assurance. The more bitterly certain he became of the true answer, the more desperately h* wondered if he could make the trail lead away from the girl who must not be hunted, hounded by the death of the blackmailer an 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 hla frilled shirt. "1 don’t know. sir. My uncle didn’t nave any rose* " As if In sooth a spider would have a pretty taste In pink roses! • He might have bought out a florist after you went up«tairs.” declared Larry A Danger Line. did not flinch. Now row 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 ahe call?” "While the man was here, about half past 10 ” "Was she to coine here*” "I think so.” Chief Dempster allowed himself tht relaxation of a full smile. "Now will you b© good, Captain?" He crossed to the telephone while Hol brook turned the battery of hla qu©s tlon 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 received on Flagg’s phone at 10 90 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 chiefs 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 (rell he had tried to confuse lay ao hopelessly plain. Would the Govern ment'a hunting dogs give tongue soon would the pitiless pack 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 hla 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 thal camera *" "Yes. sir." "Where do those wires run*" "The desk.” "Oh—did he take pictures?” Tommy nodded "Himself?” Tommy nodded again "What for?" "T—I don’t know, sir "Take any to-night?” "I—I think so." "Out with It. kid." thundered the chief. "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 mine?" asked Holbrook j with a flash of the wit that no diffi culties could 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 thaj all-reveal ing camera contain? Whose picture had Flagg, devilishly resourceful and re vengeful even in death, taken for the j police? Who would be given over by j 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. I^arry, me boy?" He laughed In triumph. "No It sounds like a pipe dream to me.'' said I^arry 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 unwavering eyes. Holbrook wondered Idly how many men an ex-soldier could handle. And BY NELL BRINKLEY j THE FAMILY CUPBOARD A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York [Novelized byl (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 "She's Just fhe Sams with me—quits me cold, like this—then blmeby. shell come back and Rive me all she'e got Kenneth looked up, his attention sud denly arrested, hts mind focuesing on •lames. - ’ "Why should she give you anything?!.’ “I’M HER FATHER," answered Jim very quietly and simply. Kenneth looked at him tor a mo ment tn sheer horror So. this maudlin eld driver of cabs—this servant with his vapid-old face waa—Kitty's father! He laughed bitterly. He had sacrlllced so much—for so little. He had Judged hie values with sueh youthful cocksure ness. He had turned his back on the old life he knew—he had driven away at last even a tine old friend like Pot- ter—and all for the faithless daughter of old Jim Garrlty. But Jim was Inured to Insult. He had no pergonal 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 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! 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. "Workln’ 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 hla hack 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 1 his lungs to the point of anguished suf focation. Now he whirled about, and came '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 was to his funeral. Kin® big feller—name of Sam Livingstone Big Sam Livingstone ” Completely overcome — with wav® after wav© of horror sweeping over him—with the cruel vision of his blow In defense of this girl—with the awful phantasmagoria of his misspent dayi 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 ha could hope for now—the relaxation of his deep old chair! THE TRUTH AT LA8T. And truth was a two-edged sword to emit® him! His Only Thought. "Then there was " went on Jim, with the shameless rell«h of the scan dalmonger who finds an audience to whom hie tale of horror *;• new. "Don’t! Ha, ha, ha, hi, ha! Don't! It's too funny! It’s too funnyl Hs, hi, hal Don’t tell me any more!" Thor® wrs no mirth In Ken’s laughter. But to him It seemed that he was a suc cessful raconteur—and wtth delight in the success of his story telling he went on. How could he teH 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 the 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 ahe 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? Sha never struck you?" Jim was quite shocked at the thought. "No! She wouldn’t do that!” Kenneth laughed again hysterically. "Well. I got to go look for a job. I f uess, till she drifts back again.” said im. with resigned patience. “Jobs is hard to get nowadays—all I know is drlvin' 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 >: ten for this man's daughter--the 1 s he had dropped to the floor in the emo tion of learning that phe was .Tim's daughter. He picked up the roll «f bills and he’d It out. Jim took it wondering—and slowly counted It. To Be Continued To-morrow. 100 STORES WHERE YOUR CREDIT IS GOOD Y OUTH is thankful that It has YOUTH; thankful for the faery things that go with it; for the 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 COME! 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 ita heart from hurting and loving too deeply; for the peace that 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 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 Th© chief chop© to ignore him That i then he decided that the diplomat s worried our Irishman a bit Never a bit did be mind being disputed, refuted • -ver but to b© ignored, that shewed that the chief wa* doing his own thlnk- rg along a line of his own—a danger u nc. • You didn't hear the oiftside door be- or© or after you came in here?” * No. sir ” "You opened the window right away?” "Yes. sir.” "And you stayed at the window until \ou saw the police coming*" "Yes, sir ” “And you didn't. Donnell?” "No, sor The chief spoke wilh quiet certainty that fell on Holbrook's heart with dead, ly force. "BEFORE THE BOY GOT r HK WINDOW OPEN SHE MADE . HE CORNER.” "SHE Chief?" inquired the captain, with elaborate unconcern - and the while he wondered that nobody heard hla heart doing a reel that would be Attest for a wake "IT WAS A WOMAN! YOU THOUGHT SO YOURSELF WHEN YOU FIRST CAME IN!” "I thought so? Oh, Chief, you’re ,esting. I thought — "You caught perfume in the air!” Holbrook countered easily. "Perfume isn't confined to women." H© sniffed at that. "I think a woman called my uncle on the phone.” ventured Tommy. "Ah. the arrant young cub. now.” thought Captain Larry. “If I couldn’t die* ipline him for that volunteer serv- ce!” "Who waa she?” snapped the chief iujibreo*.* kauakiaa sMuria—Lux m Waiting game must be his "What’s in that room*” asked th© 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 tnen and Chief Dempster followed on the tour of in spection. leaving the room to the grim, sprawling dead form the guardian of the camera, and the hopeful fighter for a lost cause Larry Holbrook came and stood by the able 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 twitching to be at that camera. Donnell s Angers were firm on it. "Didn't ye have a brother named Mike 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, ve favor each other very much." The bit of a brogue was very much In evidence for its brotherly effect. Quite casually now' he began to ex amine the camera "Old 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 purp-'selessnesv "This Donnell ! knew Ir. the army used to be on the New York police force." the figure* twitched toward the camera again But iVrimll’s eyes were twin wvteh dogs a* Centmusi T#• merre**. By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. Dear Miss Fairfax. I 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 hint repeatedly, telling him that I did not intend to marry anyone. He induced me to prom ise that if I over married 1 would marry him. Some time ago I met a man whom l love very much, and married him. Since then the other ban has become a wreck and says ho can not live without mo. 1 love my husband very much, and lie loves me. but I can not be happy know ing that the other man U unhappy on account of mo Ho says that if I would let him sec me sometimes it would make it easier for'him. Please advise me if it would be tight if I should let him see me. S O if you should see him some times it would make it easier for him—would It? Well, how about making It easier for you? And then the man you’ve married— what about him? You’ve promised to love and honor him Do you think you would be honoring him if you saw this other man just because the other man wants you to do so? When you married your husband you gave up every sentimental obli gation you ever owed or might, could, would or should owe to any other man on earth as long as that hus band Is alive and you live with him This man w ho Is anxious to have you think about him when he knows you are married and ought to forget him isn’t worth anybody’s thought— for a single minute. If he was. ho would try to help you —not try to harm you. He knows perfectly well that lie Is asking you to do something you have no right to do at all—something which will get you into trouble just so sure as you even consider it for a minute. Who iS he that he dares presume so far? When you married your husband you were through once and for all wit! till* man don’t see him again at all if you can help it. Don’t risk a good home and a good husband for the sake cf a vain fool w . want t* oaue you appear as By WILLIAM F. KIRK. jjiF that wart ever comes In here I again and gets Into my chair 1 h© will think he Is gettlnf shav©d 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 ami I have caught him every time. H© wants more waiting on than Caruso, and he ain’t kicked in with the sign of a tip one of the four time* Walt 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. That's the way T go along, and I find that it makes rqe more happy than putting the b®e to folks that is » thorn In my aids "T ain't never noticed that ou have any patience to sell," declared the Hoad Barber * I have heard > ou recent enough telling some guy where to get off "Never unless I have plenty of vo cation. George. ’• said the Manicure Lady "It takes a awful !o; to gel m«. When I ain’t got perfect control of my temper of course there la times when I burn up a little, but as a rale I try to b© kind and gentle tc all which comes Into my dally life. 1 believe I will live longer that war. and as Robsrt Moore, the Scotch poet, once wrote. 'A# we Journey through life, let us live quite s while.’ ” "I don’t expect tips from every one.” said the Head Barber, "but when a man wants a lot of extra service he ought to dig down and pay for It That’s what gets my goat— a man wantinr the whole barber shop and th*n sneaking out without paying me nothing extra for my trouble." “There is folks In this world that the more they get the more they ex pect." observed the Manicure Lady, i "The old gent was telling mother and me last night about a fellow that worked for him !t seems that the eid gent was going through his fac- * * tory one day and he saw a old fel low there that used to work beside him when they ras boys together. That was when father was poor and th# 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 story. 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 the old fellow actually had the nerve to come 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 fac tory h© wouldn’t have ever asked for a raise Can you beat that?" ' I suppose your father gave him a raise.” said the Head Barber. "He did not,” said the Manteuro Lady. Father tied a can to him and aln t never saw him since You wouldn’t think any man would be hoggish enough to asW for a ralae when he was pensioned, would you?” "I d think anything.” said the Head Barber, gloomily. Maybe he is the father of that guy 1 Just shaved." Going Cheap. Some time ago a man was awak ened in the night to find his wife weeping uncontrollably. "My darling' he exclaimed, what Is the matter*’’ "A dream”' ahe gasped *T have had euch a horrible dream." Her husband begged her to tel! it to him in order that he might com fort her. After long persuasion sh« was Induced to say this "l thought I was walking down the artreet. and I came to a warehouse where there was a large placa-d ’Husbands for sale.' You could get beautiful ones for fifteen hundred dol lars or even for twelve hundred, and very nice looking ones for as low as a hundred ." The husband asked Innocently; "Did you see any that looked ike me ?" The sobs became strangling "Dozens f them." gasped the wife, "done up in bunches like asparagu#, and sold for ten cents a bunch.” Up-to-Date Jokes "Speaking of hens," said an Ameri- 1 can traveler, "reminds me of an old j hen my dad had on a farm in Da kota. She would hatch out anything ] from a tennis ball to a le’mon. 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 footed hen my old mother once had." said one of his hearers. "They had | been feeding her by mistake on saw dust instead of oatmeal. Well, she t laid twelve eggs and sat on them, and when they were hatched eleven i of the chickens had .wooden legs and 1 the twelfth was a woodpecker." * * * A clever lawyer succeeded in win ning his client's case and getting the better of a rather bumptious barris 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 remarked, in a loud and spiteful tone: "Sir. is there any case too dirty for you. or any criminal so much dyed in crime that you won’t defend?" "No." said the other. In a quiet I tone. "What have you been doing j now?” • • • 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 fails, while a hero tries j j and succeeds.’’ "Then, what is a coward?" asked a curious bystander. ' “Oh. a coward,” replied the Judge, i j "is a man who remains single so that he won’t have to try.” * * * “I am thinking of touring in South | Africa next season,” remarked the cp- , ; median. “Take my advice and don’t.” replied | the villain. An ostrich egg weighs j from two to three pounds.” Certain Relief from headaches, dull feelings, and fatigue of biliousness, comes quickly —and permanent improvement in bodily condition follows—after vour stomach, liver and bowels have beer. toned and regulated by 71 12 WHITEHALL ST. (Upstairs.) Men’s and Women’s Clothing Jus! In For The Holiday Trade _ . The purchasing power of 10J busy stores is back of this one. 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