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# © Don l Charge So Much lo Father, Fie Will Be Sorry Santa Claus Didn’t Bring Him a Neu) Wife @ ® MA^AmiF /TftlcL THE FAMILY In the I cb of a Woman's Smile ^ ^ '**”**■ BY NELL BRlfJKLEY Advice to the CUPBOARD 0 ^ v \ a J s \ / ' Lovelorn 4 By Owen Davie. (■Novelized byl Woman U Interested end should snow about the wonderful Marvel Spray Douche * ft? “TJVirT e. -^P for bonk "“"“MiiaUl.UL ^ the Playhouse, New York, by , „ x. Brady —Copyright. 1913. by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT she will be all right. She would - all right anywhere. Mary is strong ’ , flne and clean. The Nelsons never did anything for her. She is no waster _ lhe knows how to stick. I wish I rouM see her again before 1 go. But j I've no right. Say good-bye to Mary for me, mtoher." He turned toward the door. ..[kissed her that day. Perhraps I m ,ar* It. after all. Tell her—tell her j m p iad I knew her—and good-bye!" ‘ "Ken! Bear!" "No!” i;f;N ’ Her cry stopped him. In it was all of a mother's agonized love. ••One minute, Ken.” FTe turned reluctantly. “ \Vnat is It?” -My business affairs. They are in a dreadful staff!'* ••Pamton Is a good lawyer.” ■Tes—oh. yes—but after all ” • Surely, you don’t want my advice! .After the way I have muddled my own affairs?” •'Why not?” Emlh Nelson stepped to her son’s pide. She must dare all now—physical fn r ,e. demonstration—even, if need be, Phe must confess openly that she knew where he was going. Vou are my boy, my son—a man now! A grown man. Who should help me if not you, Ken? Come!” Phe threw her arms around him. • Ml of us have made mistakes. Ken, dear all of us! Mine has been the greatest -let’s forget them—All! Let’s iry again! We. all of us, have skeletons in our cupboards, dear. But as Sarah Harding says, we can. at least, shut <he door on them. Let’s do it—and for get!” “I can’t, you see.” said Ken, patiently. He must explain. lie must make his mother understand the grim Impossibil ity of doing what she asked. ‘“I can’t forget! 1 have only Just begun to re member—to think; as he said I should. 1 HAVE SO MUCH TO REMEMBER. You can’t forget—that’s the worst of it! Not until you have paid!” “But don’t you see ” “I don’t want you to think I am rude, mother,” said Kenneth, stepping away from her with a pitiful show of grave courtesy, ‘‘but I must go.” Wa ! Implored Emily Nelson. "No!” Kenneth!” she caught at him, clutch ing wildly for the physical assurance of the mere feel of the texture of his rough tweed sleeve. can’t let you go, Ken! One minute. Just one ” Wild sobs were struggling In her throat. Her eyes burned. The contest was so pitifully uneven! She had only words—words—and agonized love that could make no Impression pn this tor tured young mind to whom love was only a snare—a vision—a mirage—a Fata Morgana. “Why one minute?” asked Ken with cold impatience. She felt how helpless she was to bridge the gulf between—and reach her son. She could not penetrate the mist of suffering and touch his heart. 'I I want to ask you something. " "Forgive me! I am sorry—and if—if you ever see—him—father—tell him ” The boy's voice broke. Here was an emotion at last! “Yes?" cried the mother’s heart ea gerly. "That * 1 know 1 am not worth another chance! .Tust tell him that I love him— na: s all just as 1 used to when I was a'tle He will understand!” the father be in time? Could •> e save the boy, whose only living emo- ■ on seemed to be love for his father? •nilly Nelson’s tortured brain could only ponder—and pray. 1 he mother—frantic with fear and hope—suspense and longing, seized the ,n h er clasp at last. With trem- 11 ! g arms she enfolded him and held 2 m close, close to her pulsing heart. bet me go, mother! Please!” Not yet, dear boy. Wait!” 1 must! Mother! I can’t stand it. / must!” struggled frantically against the less, pitiful soft clasp of those en- ^‘iing arms. Tighter, tighter, Emily * rlson <>rew her boy. Could she hold ‘*n Or would he use his man’s FlTp ngth and break from the soft fet ters*? l Iv ’ ,r Hear hoy! I am your mother • lining you- my arms about you, Just ** Hiey were when you were a baby.” Wr voire broke. “When he was a • 11 the pitiful years between! ‘burning tears would no longer be r '' r ^ en they flooded her eyes. My boy! My Ken! I am holding you «■ Vou can’t go! 1 was a good jf er then - 1 never let you get hurt, a m y strength could hold you. I 1 ed you, just as I am doing now.” > Mired in her arms. Her voice— igriotism—had held him for a '• but lie must go now! Ker! No! No! You can’t go!” *° Continued To-morrow. zr 1 KNOW a girl with a smile. From her crisp metallic hair to the straps of her slippers she Is what folks call “comely." But it isn’t the crinkle in her hair, nor the white column of her neck, nor any of these fortunate things—small ears and a beautifully turned wrist and a head with real ideas in it and a warm heart—that calls men to her like yellow-jackets to a honey jar! “She has such blue eyes.” offered one chap. But there are miles of girls with blue-bluer eyes! “Her hair is so gold." But the girls with “golder" hair who are prettier than she would make a glittering girdle around the world! Only one chap confesses: “I don’t know what it Is, but WHATEVER IT IS, and whatever you are—man, woman or little kid—you answer right up to it and bring your heart on a platter!” ft's her smile! She is one of those women with a SMILE. All the angels In Paradise get out their song-books and begin when she does smile. The sullen little kid can’t hold out against It to save his slim little stem of a neck. The woman who is over-fond of masculine camaraderie and sniffs at the friendship of her own soft sex, who Is tinctured with the bitterness of envy of all fair women, flops right over into the choir that sings her praises after 'bout half a dozen smiles. All childhood wreaths Its arms ’round her waist and Its heart about her Image when she stops and smiles. But MAN—the grouchiest one of them all—glows like a kitten In the sunshine when her eyes crinkle and the red of her mouth curls away from the snow of her teeth; the bashfulest one spreads the gay wings of his fancy under the warmth of her laugh like a grateful butterfly under the sun; It’s her smile! It’s as real as the color on the cheek of a peach—it’s as soft as a sigh—as luring as the last-pluoked string of a harp—as tender as a California valley In blossom-time! Sometimes when I look straight. Into the amazing marvel of her soft, soft smile the wnrid grows dim and fades, and before the dearness of her face a weh grows —a golden ralnbowed web—and It rays out from the smile of her mouth In a thousand gossamer threads. And, caught by the wings and toes, and tummy and nose, are countless little pink LOVES— struggling and thrashing, caught coming for honey—blinded by the great light of her smile—giddy with Its beauty! This lBn’t like It. I must “scratch for a living” aeons longer to be able to put It on plain white Brlstol-board. If It teas like It valu'd be tangled up In this web also, my friend. How do you smile? Have you ever thought to look? Maybe you have a great one if you'd let It come oftener. Everybody can’t entangle the world with the smiles of their mouth—but they draw closer all human kind—smiles do. —NELL BRINKIJZY. % ® The Manicure Lady © © I| AT BA" k/ A Thrilling Story of I Society Blackmailers Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By WILLIAM F. KIRK. ) By FRANCES L. OARSEDE “1 USED to think that I knew about all the different types of men,” said the Manicure Lady. “I don’t think so no more, George. Honest to goodness, there is some new form of a nut comes in al most every day to jiave his nails did. I guess there ain’t no end to them. Did you notice that fellow that just went out? He is about as near a plain bug as was ever around with out no keeper. He told me that he wouldn’t never have hia nails did only it soothed him when he got nervous. He said he got nervous every time he felt the longing for a spree stealing on him, and that when he felt as if he wanted to go out and mop up all the spare drinks in our beautiful city he always went instead and had his nails did. If the old gent had his nails did every time he wanted a drink, they would be all cut off long ago. and this young fel low looked as if he could trot in father’s class at that. He had one of them big necks and a kindly but de termined face, and any time you show me a man like that 1 will show you a.sincere drinker.” “If I was nervous I wouldn’t want nobody fussing around my nails, said the Head Barber. “That, is what I was thinking,’ said the Manicure Lady, “though I didn’t have the heart to tell him that, and besides I was afraid he would change his mind ami do me out of a job. so I just went along and pinked up his little nails as if he was a load ing man in a society stock company. It did seem to kind of soothe him. too, though he gave a kind of convulsive twitch when he heard h fellow in youi chair saying that he had just drank two fizzes before breakfast. “He said his little times usually cost him a lot of dough, and I guess he was right, because he had an awful roll with him when he paid me. and he gave me a dollar tip as though it was a nickel. Ain’t it too bad. George, that the kind of men that drinks the most is usually fel lows that you would be real fond of if they didn't drink at all? “I have known a lot of men that the drink habit got the best of. and, as I remember them, George, they was all regular fellows Now you take 2, chap like my brother Wilfred. Na bodv ever heard of a harmless lit*** fellow like him getting stung by the high-proof stuff, because that kino of men seems to slide along through life without doing nothing hard enough to hurt them.” “Most of the hard drinkers I know Is men that would be big men in the world if they didn’t hit it up,” said the Head Barber, ‘‘and that’s why I’m against whisky. If it killed off a lot of warts and left the good fellows safe it would be a kind of a blessing in disguise, but it is just the other way, and I wish the stuff had never been invented.” “That is just what I was saying to father up to the house the other night,” said the Manicure Lady. “The old gent agreed with me for polite ness, but it made him guLp kind of hard, and I know it cut him to the heart to say a unkind word about bourbon. But It is a shame to see what It does to a fine-looking, smart acting chap like that fellow that just went out. It has turned him Into a nut, because nobody except a nut would have his nails did to soothe him. You wait till us women has a vote, and you will see where the demon rum gets a awful kick in the shins. And that ain’t the only grand work us women is going to do at the polls, either. And that time Is com ing. too, George.” "Maybe.” said the Head Barber, “but when that time comes you will be too old to vote and I will be too old to care.” (Novelized by> The origin of the saying “as clean as a whittle” is ascribed to the “whistle- tankard” of olden times, in which the whistle came into play when the tan kard was emptied, or “cleared out,” to announce to the w’aiter that more liquor was required. Perhaps the only word that is the same in aTl languages is the “Hallo!” in response to the telephone call. Wherever there is a telephone line the word is in use, and means Just what It does in English. The butchers to Berlin have a curi ous wav of informing their customers of the days on which fresh sausages are made, by placing a chair, covered with a iarge. clean apron, at the side of the shop door. A medical expert contends that out of 1.000 girls studying the piano before the age or twelve, about six hundred are afflicted with nervous troubles m later life (Prom the 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.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “ ’Elio—Is Docker Ell-yut? I’s Cat- tain ’Olbrook, boy! Yis, sir. Cattain ’Olbrook is very seeck. You piles come quick is life and dee-ath 1 don’t know, sir Is very seeck! I ask him!” He marched over to the door that the Captain had so emphatically closed against all comers. He sheered off a bit and then knocked in a businesslike manner. “Don’t open that,” commanded the Captain in a roar of emphasis. “No, sir—please—Cattain—the docker says what is your seeck trubble.” “Appendicitis.” An inquiring silence on the part of Bamadino—strange were the things he was hearing from behind that door. “Appendicitis!” shouted the Captain with slow emphasis. “Ben-sldls?” ventured Barney tlmld^ “Yes—appendicitis.” “Yis, sir," sighed Barnadino—his not to question why -and the malady that drove the Captain to making pictures at an hour when every good Christian, or heathen for that matter, should be abed, wore a strange title why, it was a strange sick-trouble, too! ^ Barney addressed the phone again. “ ’Elio! Is Docker Ell-yut? Cattain says is Ben-sidis—yis, sir, Ben-sidls— his room, sir—I don’t know, sir—maybe one bah-tie Hypo—Etch-Y-P-AW. That the sign on bah-tle. Yis. sir—Righte- weh. Thank you, Docker Ell-yut*” “Cattain,” he called past tTiat im movable barrier of wood, “Docker he say he come rlghteweh.” “Good.” Barnadino waited for further orders. He gazed about the room with roving and furtive eye. Still no orders. “I get tea pliss,” he called, and marched out of the room. That roving and furtive eye was the heritage from a race that had developed that expression in lookine behind each an enemy that might rush out with the bolo or kriss and cut beyond recogni tion or hope of life. Because his an cestors for long ages ha/d known the fear of poison-tipped arrows—and had narrowed their eyes that a modified share of light might enter and far horizons be qlear. Barnadino must look like a sly and shifty creature to the peoples of our Occidental world—but Barnadino was the loyal slave of the man who had dressed him in white and brought him to a land where he found no stealthy assassins at work. Barney did not know the high art of blackmail. He guessed nothing of the civilized bolo and kriss that can cut a reputation to pieces with words the victim had forged into a weapon against himself. And the ignorant Filipino boy could not dream that words may be poisoned arrows to torture a woman to death In the slow agony that makes her a doomed creature. And, of course, he had never heard of a bill file as a death-dealing weapon. So ho was very grateful, in deed, to the captain who had brought him to the land of free women and brave men, and A line’s pin was quite safe—-from him—as It. lay in the pocket of Captain Holbrook's dinner coat. The door opened and Captain Hol brook entered, bolding In his hand the plate that might send a woman to her death as it pictured how a man had gone to his doom. The great Chinese lamp on his table east its glow on the glass plate. Fear grew' to certainty In Holbrook’s eves And would certainty erase forever the soft glow of love? Can a man still love a woman when he knows tin* worst? And Larry Holbrook was to learn all—the worst here -to-night. “Ah—there it Is . . ho breathed, in a quiet voice. “Poor little lady—there’s the whole story. . With that cursed villain leaning over her—and the file In her hand . . .” He looked about in slow pain. But action must, be quick- for who could tell when Interruption would come*’ That japanned box! He took it from the table - and crouching by the fender tried vainly to open it with the poker. It. resisted ... he went over to the buffet and selected a steel knife He pried it slowly under the edge of the box and the lock yielded. . . . Then be came back to the table and spread the pitiful story of the box’s contents before him. “letters! Honorable George Rowland! . . House of Representa tives—lady’s hand. . . . Blackmail blackmail! Oh all the poor little la dies!” To Be Continued To-morrow. I F was just before Christmas, and the Children's Congress had con vened in session extraordinary. The little fat chubby delegates were In various and advanced stages of ante- Chrigtmas dilapidation; their clothes were without buttons, there were holes in their stockings, and had any one been looking for a clean, germless spot to kiss he couldn't have found It in front of their ears. Mother, as President Chauncey Da-* vere Appleton declared wltjx the dignity of his seven years, is too busy Just before Christmas to think about such unreasonable subjects as wash rags or buttons. "I have called you together,” he thundered at his little unwashed au dience, “to ask for suggestions for helping Mother In this annual season by trying to fool us, make Father mad, and give her friends Just what they don’t want. Mother has so much to do I am quite sure If the I^ord had been a woman He would have given her ten pairs of hands.” Then, having rebuked the Lord, as is customary with Great Thinkers, he sat down. “If fathers had to dress the dolls,” piped a little girl of 3, “the flg leaf fashion would see a glorious revival.” President Appleton frowned. This spirit of sex antagonism alway» an noyed him. It was not germane to the subject, though he had found that every meeting called to help the wom en resulted in resolutions against the men. After much discussion, the following resolutions were adopted: To keep a school eraser handy Moth er wants one for rubbing the price mark off what, she has bought and the name of the donor on last year’s gift that she is passing on; Keep the scissors in sight. The pic ture of Mother going around with a big package In her arms, and gnawing the wrapping cord while looking for the scissors is not one to treasure in Mem ory Fond; Never ask her a question about San ta Claus when she is trying to make a piece of wrapping paper 8 inches square go around a 3-foot box. Never show her a hole in one’s stock ing. but become «»» with the Christmas spirit that one cheerfully mends holes with the Christmas stick ers lying around. One sticker makes a fine patch for a hole, and six If applied with enough moisture will mend a 3-inch rent. Keep mother and father apart as much as possible these days. Mother is finding hard enough to address forty postcards breathing peace and good will and get them off on time, without being asked if dinner is ready. And lastly: If mother returns from her Christ mas shopping looking as neat and pretty as when she left home it is safe to approach her, but if her hat is on one ear, her hair down, and her dress torn, the children should crawl under the lounge when they see her coming, and make room for father to crawl under there, too. By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. ACT AS IF YOU DIDN’T CARE TO. Dear Mies Fairfax: I am 20. and though I know several young men, have never met a young man who setyns to care enough to propose to me. What shall I do in order to win someone? SORROWFUL. It you let the men know you are on a husband hunt they will carefully avoid you. Be a little Independent; And such happiness In the society of women the men will be interested in know ing what you are happy about. And don’t worry because no lover comes your way! He will bring sorrow as well aa Joy when he does come. NO SIGN HE DOESN'T. Dear Miss Fairfax: I have been keeping company for several months with a young man two years my senior, and love him dearly. One night last, week when walking along the street r met him with a young girl to whom he introduced me a* his friend. Do you think he cares for me? HEARTBROKEN. He Is not engaged to you, and his appearance with another gtrl is noth ing to cause ydur heart to break. Have a little more pride, my dear. J*et him see you don’t care how many girls he goes with and he will think all the more of you. PURELY FRIENDLY. Dear Miss Fairfax: T am very much In love with a young man five years mv senior. He has gone away to college and writes to me twice a week We are not engaged, trut he tells me how much he cares for me In every letter. Now, I am unde cided how to answer his letters. A. C. Re friendly, keeping a careful guard on your pen Write nothing you would be ashamed to see in pTint. If he still loves you when his school days are ended, there will be many opportunities for telling him that which it is wiser never to write. MOST DECIDEDLY NOT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I have been keeping company with a young gentleman for the past year. lie Insulted me in company, and w© had a quarrel, and he has not apologized and said he wouldn’t. Should T make up with him or not? LOUISE. Do you want to be insulted again? i That Is what a reconciliation will amount to. Have nothing more to do with him. Better Kept Quite. Lord Boots, who was famous for his long and flowing beard, was dis turbed one evening, when he thought all the servants were In bed. by shouts of laughter and much cheer ing. Summoning his valet, he de manded angrily what all the noise was about. 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