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* Don't Charge So Much to Father, He Will Be Sorry Santa Claus Didn t Bring Him a New Wife D/ Advice to the THE FAMILY /// the Web of a Woman's Smile ~ BY NELL BRINKLEY CUPBOARD s'" - Lovelorn By Owen Davis. [Novelized byl •What In It?" They are In a <Frnm Owpn Pavia' play now being pre sented at the Playhouse, New York, by Wiblam A Brady Copyright, 1913, by International News Service.) TO-DAY - S INSTALLMENT "She will be all right She would be all right anywhere Mary Ih strong and fine and clean The Nelsons never did anything for het She is no waster she knows now to stick. 1 wish I could see her again before I go. But I can't I’ve no right Kay good bye to Mary for me, mtoher." He turned toward the door "I kissed her that day Perhraps l meant It. after all Tell her -tell her I'm glad I knew her and good-bye!” "Ken' Pear'" "No"’ "KEN!” Her crv stopped him In It was all of a mother's agonised love “One minute, Ken He turned re I ur tar.il> "My business affairs dreadful state' "Damton Is a good lawyer” "Yes -oh, yes but after all "Surely, you don't want my advice! After the way I have muddled my own affairs!*" "Why not?" Emily Nelson stepped to her son s side She must dare all now physical force demonatration -even, If need he. she must confess openly that she knew where he was going "You are my boy, my son a man now ' A grown mar: Who should help me If not you, Ken? Come!" Khe threw her arms around him "All of us have made mistakes. Ken, dear, all of us! Mine has been the greatest let's forget them All! Let’s try again! We. aJl of us, have skeletons In our cupboards, dear But as Karah Harding says, we can, at least, shut the door on them Let’s do It and for get !" "I can’t, you see,” said Ken, patiently He must explain. He must make his mother understand the grim impossibil ity of doing what she asked “‘I can’t forget' I have only |ust begun to re member—to think; as he said I should. I 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 1 am rude, mother," said Kenneth, stepping away from her with a pitiful show of grave courtesy, "but I must go." "Walt!’* implored Emily Nelson "No"' "Kenneth!" she caught at him. clutch ing wildly tor the physical assurance of the mere feel of the texture of his rough tweed sleeve "1 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 on 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 cokl Impatience 8he felt how helplesH she was to bridge the gulf between and reach her son. Kite could n<»t 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 ] know’ I am not worth another chance! Just tell him that 1 love him that’s all—Just as I used to when I was little. He will understand!" Would the father be In time? Could he save the boy. whose only living emo tion seemed to be love for his father? Emily Nelson’s tortured brain could only ponder and pra> The mother frantic with fear and hope suspense and longing, seized the boy In Iter clasp at last. With trem bling arms she enfolded him and held him close, close to her pulsing heart. "Let me go. mother! I*lease!” "Not yet, dear bo> Wait!'’ "I must! Mother' I can t stand it. i must!” He struggled franticallx against the pitiless, pitiful soft clasp of those en folding arms. Tighter, tighter. Emily Nelson drew her boy Could she hold him? Or would he use his man’s strength and break from the soft fet- t ers ? "Dear! IH.-ar boy! 1 am your mother — holdUig you my arms about you. lust as they were when you were a baby." Her voice broke. "When he was a baby " And the pitiful years between' The burning tears would no longer be forbidden—they flooded her eyes. "My boy! My Ken! I am holding you safe. You can’t go' I was a good mother then. I never let you get hurt. If all my strength could hold you I guarded you, just as I am doing now." \ He stirred in her arms Her voice— Move's magnetism had held him for a foment, but he must go now! "No! Ken! No! No! You can’t go!" To Be Continued To morrow. I 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 vine chap confesses: "I don't know what it 1«, hut WHATEVER IT 18, and whatever you are man, woman or little kid—you answer right up to It and bring your heart on a platter!” It’s her smile! 8he Is one of those Women with a SMILE. All the angels In Paradise get out thrtr song books and begin when she does smile. The sullen little kid can't hold o it 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 baahfulest 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-piucked 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 world grows dim and fades, and before the dearness of her face a web grows —a golden rainbow r ed 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 Isn't like it. I must “scratch for a living” aeons longer to be able to put it on plain white Bristol-board. If it was like it you'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 BRINKLEY. © e Tlie Manicure Lady By WILLIAM F KIRK. “I 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 have his nails did. 1 guess there ain't no ehd to them Did you notice that follow that just went out? He is about as near a plain bug as was ever around with out no keeper. lie told me that be wouldn't never have his nails did only It soothed him when he got nervous. He said be got nervous every time he felt the longing for a spree stealing on him. and that when felt as if he wanted to go out and he |5 and should know about the wondartaJ Marvel J^*****?™ Douche tb. y awvfT' pt pa other, but ■tamp for book ISkilAiitSULI. mop up all the spare drinks in our beautiful city be always went instead and had his nails did. If the old gem had bis nails did every time be 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 fact*, and any time you show me a man like that I will show you a sincere drinker.” "If 1 was nervous I wouldn't want nobody fussing around my nails," said the Head Barber "That Is what 1 was thinking.' said the Manicure Lady, "though 1 didn't have the heart to tell him that, and besides 1 was afraid he would change his mind and do me out of a job. so 1 just went along ami pinked up his little nails as if he was a lead 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 a fellow in your chair saying that he had just drank two fizzes before breakfast "He said his little times usually cost him a lot of dough, and 1 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 had. 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 1 remember them, George, they was ail regular fellows Now you take a chap like my brother Wilfred No body ever heard of i harmless littk* fellow' like him getting stung by the high-proof stuff, because that kind 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 he 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 he a kind of a blessing in disguise, but it is just the other way. and I wish the stuff hail never been invented.” "That is just what I was saying to father up to the house the other night," said the Manicure I sidy. “The old gent agreed with mo for polite ness. but it made him gulp kind of hard, and 1 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 r AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (Novelized by> acting chap like that fello an that just went « nit. It hi s t u rnod him int o a nut, bt vause nol >ody exc ept a nut would hav« * his nail s die 1 to soc •the him. You wait till i is \v« amen ha s a vote, ; and you will see w he re the demon rum gets a a’ wful k i e k In the shins. And that ain’ t the only gl and work us w i’ unen is gr dug t o do ut the polls * ‘itlioi And that ti me i: >m - ing. to o. <;«■ orge. Maybe." said the Head Barber, "hut when that time comes you will he too old to \ote and I will be too old to care." The origin of the saying "as clean as m whistle" is ascribed to the "whistle- tankard” of olden times, in which the whistle came into play when the tan kard was emptied. <>r "cleared out." to announce to the waiter that more liquor was required Perhaps the only word that is the same in all 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 way of informing their customers of the days on which fresh sausages are made, by placing a chair, covered with a large, 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 of twelve, about six hundred are afflicted with nervous troubles In later life. play by George Scar borough. now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York. Serial lights 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 pliss come quick is life and dee-ath —-—I 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 hit and then knocked in a businesslike manner. "Don't open that." commanded the t’aptain in a roar of emphasis. "No. sir—please Fat tain—the docker says what is your seeck trubble." " Appendicitis." An inquiring silence on the part of Rarnadino strange were the things he was hearing from behind that door. “Appendicitis!" shouted the t’aptain with slow emphasis. "Ben sidis?" ventured Barney timidly. "Yes -appendicitis." "Yis. sir." sighed Rarnadino—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 Rcn-sidis yis, sir. Ben-sidis his room, sir I don't know, sir maybe one bah*tie Hypo—Etch-Y-F-AW. That the sign on bah-tie. Yis, sir—Righte- weh. Thank you. Docker Ell-yut." "Cattain." he called past that im movable loirrier of wood, “Docker he say he come righteweh." “Good." Rarnadino 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 looking behind each stone or twig for an ambuscade by an enemy thus might rush out with the bob) or kriss and cut beyond recogni tion or hope of life. Because liis an cestors for long ages had known the fear of poison-tipped arrows—and had narrowed their eyes that a modified share of light might enter and far horizons be clear. Barnadino must look like a sly ami 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 ai work. Barney did not know the high art of blackmail. He guessed nothing of the civilized boJo and kriss that can cut a reputation to Pieces with words the victim had forged into a weapon against himself. Ard 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 he was very grateful, in deed. to the captain who had brought Him to the land of fret yomen—and brave men. anti Aline s pin whs quite safe from him as it lay in the pocket of Captain Holbrook’s dinner coat. The door opened and Captain Hol brook entered, holding 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 x lan:p on his table cast its glow on the glass plate. Fear grew to certainty in Holbrook’s eyes. And would certainty erase forever the Boft glow of lave? Can a man still love a woman when he knows the worst? And l^arry Holbrook was to learn all the worst- here —to-night. "Ah—there it is " he 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 j It resisted he went over to the buffet and selected a steel knife. . . ! He pried it slowly under the edge of the j box and the lock yielded. . . . Then lie came hack to the table and spread J the pitiful story of the box's contents j 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. Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By FRANCES L. OARS IDE. I T 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- Christmas 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 De» vere Appleton declared with the dignity of his seven years, is too busy just before Christmas to think about such unreasonable subjects as wash rags or buttons. "1 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 1 am quite sure if the Lord 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 fig leaf fashion would see a glorious revival." President Appleton frow’ned. This spirit of sex antagonism always 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 so imbued 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 it 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. Good At the Work. He—You know if women get the vote they would have to serve on Juries. She—Well, suppose we did. I guess It wouldn’t take us as long to dis agree as some of the men. ACT AS IF YOU DIDN’T CARE TO. i5ear Mis* Fairfax: I am 20, and though I know several young men, have never met a young man who aeqms 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; find such l.ui piness 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 as 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 I met him with a young girl to whom he introduced me as his friend. Do you think he cares for me? HEARTBROKEN. He is not engaged to you, and his appearance with another girl is noth ing to cause your heart to break. Have a little more pride, my dear. Let 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 my senior. He has gone away to college and writes to me twice a week. We are not engaged, but he tells me how much he cares for me in every letter. Now, I am unde cided how to answer his letters. A. C. Be friendly, keeping a careful guard on your pen. Write nothing you would be ashamed to see in print. 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. He insulted me in company, and we had a quarrel, and he has not apologized and said he wouldn’t. Should I make up with him or not? LOUISE. Do you want to be Insulted again? 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. "We were only having a little game among ourselves, my lord,” the man answered, looking rather worried. "What was the game?” demanded the noble gentleman. "I should prefer not to say. my lord!" 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