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® The Truth, Children Dear, is That Santa Ciaus Is an Imposter; the Real Christmas Saint Is a H oman ® ®
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THE FAMILY
CUPBOARD
Adapted from the Big Broadway Succeaa
By Owen Davit
(Novelized byl
(From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the Playln use. New \ <»rk, by
William A Brad} Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTAI.i,MEXT
“Please! Don’t let tne hurt you! Let
me be gentle, but 1 can’t stay. I can t
bear any more"
He loosened her clinging arms "t-
rowfully almost, as one impelled by a
force too great for himself. lie held
her hands in his cold ones for a mo
ment and looked at her iri pi!
“There, dear there. Forgive me!"
He half led. half carried her to a chair
and placed her in it as if she had been
a. helpless child \nd, indeed, L.mily
Nelson was almost helpless now Half
fainting—sobbing -collapse imminent,
she fell away from his arms She had
fought for ihe life of her first born
nnn lost.
•
voice was tender tow He was speak
ing his farewell his final farewell.
After all he had once, loved his beautiful
young mother and he would never see
her again. And never again would lie
see the father, who had given him life
the father he had estranged past all for
giveness. His father would never Know
how the blow on his cheek had seared
its red path of torture into the heart of
the son who had struck him.
“God bless you, mother—and good
bye!’’
With one last scourging of her will
Emily Nelson cried out she struggled
for her boy's life and her own sanity.
“NO, KEN! NO! t'H AKbl K
‘' Charlie! ’
In the hour of death she called the
name of the man she had loved her
boy’s father the man to whom she was
bound by fetters past prides breaking
the man slu- must always love now.
Relentlessly Kenneth went his self-
appointed wa> —to the blood atonement.
He could not face life and the long
days and hours. Death was but one
moment- and then- oblivion.
He stumbled to the door—wrenched j
It open—and there In the portal stood
Charles Nelson.
“Charlie!" cried the mother Then i
nature exacted her dues of outworn j
nerves anil aching heart Quicklj so]
that the two men brought face to late
did not know she had succumbed to
emotion. Emily Nelson slipped back in
her chair swooning
“Father!" cried the son In a broken
voice of mingled joy and pain. In his
eyes was the dawning light of sanity
of new day.
“1 have been waiting for a long time,
Ken' said the man with tender
strength in voice and earnest eyes
He opened his arms. Kenneth stum-
blad forward into his father’s welcome
embrace. He had found his refuge.
And the family skeleton slunk from
the room abashed, defeated b> the
deathless power of forgiving love.
In a sordid Bohemian hotel there w'as
the glow of twilight calm of peace. In
Emily Nelson's apartment nearby stood
Mary Burk waiting waiting for the
home-coming of which her loyal heart
fait strangely well assured
Sunset—and sunrise' For in Kenneth
Nation's room a boy was kneeling at
bis father's feet, while a man and wo
man came again into the*r kingdom
the Kingdom of Love And perhaps
one day Kenneth would find his King
dom. too, in the rose-garden of Mary's
love
THE END.
,-i ,<t Beauty
A DELIGHTFULLY DIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA
Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Coses.
Do You Know-
By MAUDE MILLER.
W HAT is the secret and how do
you tell? Oh, it is an absorb
ing topic, and a very difficult
question to decide. But Madame
Yoraka* that dear, elusivcly dainty
little French actress formerly of the
Theatre Sarah Bernhardt. Paris, who j
seems to be well versed In the sub- j
Jeot, has whispered some very im
portant secrets which will perhaps
help those who are more inexperi
enced.
Of course, it Isn’t given everyone
to have so many admirers. And now
for the secret. The most important j
thing In the world for a girl to know' \
about. Far more important than an\ .
beauty hints, they are of secondary j
importance. What Is It’.’ The secret |
ol understanding a man
“O, inon Dieu. these men,” said j
Mme. Yorska. who at present is ar
tistic director of the French Drama j
Society of New York, clasping her
hands and leaning forward from the
big couch where she was curled up
among tlie cushions. "They are like ;
children; they come tQ us all flushed i
w ith health and the joy of living, and
ofien they have not an Idea in their i
heads Hut do they enjoy life any the j
less ’ Ah. no, and why? Because
they are unconscious of the fact. And
we Women. Do w e In our funny su
perior way look at them askance?
Ah, no; we laugh \er\ humanly, and
long quite shamelessly to pet them
ns we would a good child or a favor
ite Newfoundland dog.
>«>T llli KII I I T.
“You must not mind any feeling of
ennui, remember, as jou funny Eng
lish put it; it is all in a good cause
These clever men, they are so funnj
they get drunk on their genius if the:
have any, but they are no match fo
the clever woman. She knows intui
tlvely that even if he is clever mos
of his manner is a pose.
“A poseur is very uninteresting, al
the time thinking of himself and hi
charm. But there is no man who i
too clever to lose his hand to a womaj
If she has learned how to play he
best card. She must appear Indlffer
ent to him at first, and gradually al
low him to arouse her interest. Pea
Interest, or seeming interest, it is al
the same. He w'ill be too absorbed ii
himself to notice. And by and b
when she finds that she must tea
nergelf away, he will say to hi
friends, “Such an interesting w'omai
so much temperament, so sympathetic
1 must see her again.” Not a wor
about the color of her eyes, or the
straight lino of her aristocratic little
nose, or the maddening curve of her
mouth. Not that I mean to imply that
a man does not care for beauty. Not
at all. but a clever woman can make
a man think she is beautiful.
’Then there is the kind man. One
often finds the kindest men among
the bourgeois class. It takes brains
to be an intelligent bourgeois. And
with the kind man you need not play.
It would hurt your heart to be any
thing but natural w hen he is willing
to play the game so fairly.
••Rut bo careful lent you lose your
heart In a game like this, for it is
the most dangerous kind to play, al
though it is generally true that the
kind ma’i is too straightforward, too
A Charmingly Unique Short Story, Complete.
yi The Power of Persuasion •£
I N a corner of one of the most quiet Most likely he was thinking of noth-
streets in Sevastopol in the burn-ling at ail, for why should a Tartar
jug sun sat an orange -rile a [think when his w hole world of thought
Tartar, motionless and half a- cep. In % limited to half dozen commonplace
f out of him stood a flat basket half ideas.’ This is permitted; that is for-
mied with bic or*n*. *>“*•». Th ‘ ?' ar L*: :? ,; " nrd tn
laae things as he finds them
Everybody else was half dead with So ]a7y haU be ffr0wn that lie did
heat, but the Tartar felt nothing. ‘not even (-are to hum to himself the
W li.it was lie th.nkinjt. as lie sat beautiful Tartar tune which the Tar-
boy play
there with his basket of oranges,
worth, perhaps, one rouble and a half.
the Tartar said
o be something,
and some are
you drink
tar boy plays on his flute Sundays,
as he saunters along the aisles of the
bazaar r the wake of the fat. opu
lent wholesale dealer in fruit, who
balks along looking as important as
if he were a Roman conqueror whose
praise is being sung by singers and
musicians.
The Tartar sat half asleep, dozing
over liis oranges and feeling so com
fortable that he did not even want to
raise his head to look at the elegaut
carriage passing along the street.
Otherwise the street was nearly
empty, but in the distance was a
man in a dark blue suit and a straw
hat tottering along, affected by heat
and wine.
When he reached the Tartar he
stopped and staied down into the bas
ket wit.ii his dull eves. Then with
some exertion he asked
“Do you sell oranges? ’
“Certainly. ” drawled the Tartar as
lie raised his eyebrow's lazily. Do
you want some?”
"Are you a Tartar?
“Of course T am,”
good naturedly.
NO A ODK \
"A man has got t
Some are Tartars
Greeks.”
“Yes—and. say, do
vodka?"
"No. we do not drink It is for
bidden.”
“Why, in Heaven's name, -is that
forbidden.” asked the passer-by.
“Does vodka do you harm?”
“Yes. it is written in our law that
we must not drink. It is a great
sin.”
“Nonsense. What harm could that
■do you? I am sure you must have
misunderstood the Koran Hand it
to me and I will show you a piace
where It says you may drink.”
The Tartar shrugged his shoulders.
He was offended and was trying to
think of an answer.
“When a man Is drunk he stutters
Is that as it ought to be?”
“You don't know what you are
talking ebout. A man -docs not stut
ter because he wants to. The vodka
makes him do that against his will.”
“And then he totters, s gs and
brays like a donkey enough to scare
cats and dogs away. Is that proper?”
“Why shouldn't a person sing when
he feels like it?”
“If he sings well. I do . mind, but
a drunken man yells.”
"My dear friend Tartar, what does
it matter to him if others don’t like
his singing? If it annoys them let
them drink, too.”
Again the Tartar was thinking, try
ing to find an answer. At last he said
with a triumphant smile:
“When a man is drunk, he falls in
the middle of the street and while he
sleeps like a dead man, thieves plund
er him.”
“That is not so.” cried the cham
pion of vodka. "Do you hear. Tar
tar? That is a lie. When a man has
fallen like that, no one can rob him.”
“Why not? How can you say such
a thing? There are plenty of thieves
who would do it.”
“But how can they steal anything
from him, you fool of a Tartar? When
a man is that drunk, he has nothing
more. No answer occurred to him.
At last he said-
“But the man's boss will say to!
him: 'We don't want a drunken j
monkey like you. Get out!’”
"A man should drink intelligently j
and not let himself be caught by his J
boss.”
"A man should not drink at all. j
Everybody knows that vodka has a|
bitter taste”
“Nonsense! If you don't like the |
bitter, drink something sweet.”
‘‘But why should I drink when ij
don't feel like drinking at all?"
A very impressive argument, but I
the champion of drink did not give in.
"How is it possible not to feel like 1
drinking? Besides, a Russian drinks
even if he does not fee} like it. At
flJst it seems a little hard but you
soon get used to : t. r>;d you ever
read any statSstl—statistics?”
"Now. what is that?”
' Well if you had you would know'
that according to stast—statistics
every man in Russia drinks a life
and a half pf vodka a year. Do you
understand? Is it your duty then
to drink —or not?”
The Tartar sighed, scratched his
head and admitted: “Of course,
naturally it is.”
"That is how it Is.” said the pas
serby and walked on. When he
reached the harbor. he stopped,
leaned against a p l!ar and gazed at
the limpid blue water of the bay.
He was thinking.
“That Tartar is a sensible fellow,”
he muttered to himself. “He is right,
\ odka ;s no good. He says it ruins
your health and robs „you of j our
money and your job. I know’ what
I am going to do. I arr going to
chuck drinking—Shut up. don't con
tradict me!”
He raised his hand and stood as
if he were listening to dim voices
within himself.
“I have chucked it,” he said.*
• • •
The man was barely out of sight
when the Tartar began to feel an
unpleasant sensation. He nodded
his head repeatedly, smacked his
tongue and tugged at his full trous
ers. Then he said to himself:
“What that man said was true. He
is quite right. If I drink and like
it, it is nobody else's business.”
Ho jumped up, picked up his j
basket, walked quickly down tow- |
ards the harbor and entered the inn
“The Jolly Tars.”
I p=to=Date Jokes
honorable to engage in a game ol
hearts for his own amusement.
"The very young man is very much
the same as the older man with a
pose, although he is not so clever.
But he studies charm and makes a
dash to be what you call a lady killer.
He does not know that lie is very
funny, he is too egotistical, and it is
often a \ cry good plan to give him | that anybody can steal.”
some very rude awakening it de- t
vclops his manhood and in the hand* I MORE ARGl MEAT.
°r a very clever woman any latent | •■perhaps! But then they may steal
possibilities can easily he developed
after the foolishness has somewhat
evaporated.
“You have enjoyed my little talk?
Yes? Merci, beaucoup. I have en
joyed it much. I hope 1 have given
you all, what you say, good advice.”
“Perhaps!
his shoes.”
• And what docs that matter, when
it is as hot as to-day? it will only
make you feel cooler.”
The Tartar was in a dilemma once
“I haven’t seen Hemmandshaw for
a w eek.”
“No; he hasn't been out of the house
since his accident.”
"Was he seriously injured?”
“No; but he feels the disgrace
deeply.”
“Disgrace?”
“Yes. After living in the heart of
the City all his life, he went to the
country one day last week and was
run over by a milk wagon.”
* * *
Secretary Bryan, at a luncheon in
Washington, said of a man who.
through modesty, had declined an
important and useful office:
“So he wants to hide his light
under a bushel, eh? Then perhaps
the country is just as well off with
out his services. When a man talks
of hiding his light under a bushel, I
usually think that a thimble would
answer the purpose just as well.”
• * •
Jim—“Honesty is the best policy,
arter all.”
Bill—“How?”
“Remember that dog 1 stole?”
“Y es."
"Well, I tried two hull days to sell
’im, an’ no one offered more'n five
dolla-s: so T went, like a honest man,
an’ guv him to th’ ole lady what
owned 'im, and she guv me ten.”
The safest railway line in the world
ought to be the Illinois Central. No
other railway certainly has carried Its
precautions against accident Into such
minute detail \ general order has just
1-een issued prohibiting drivers. firemen
and conductors everyone, in fact, who
is concerned with the actual running of
the trains—from carrying on their
watch faces pictures of sweethearts,
wives or babies Such pictures, it is
explained, are likely to distract the at
tention of employees from their work
Some suggestive experiments have
been made on German warships with
lighted projectiles, which it is thought
may take the place of the electric
searchlight. The projectile, which is
filled with calcium carbide, is fired from
a cannon and. since it is lighter than
water, after striking it conns to the
surface During its immersion water is
automatically admitted and produces
acetylene gas. which burns with an il
lumination equal to that of .">.000 can
dles
A gorilla flew as a passenger in an
aeroplane from Strasburg to Metz the
other day The animal is the pet of a
German military airman, who acted as
pilot The ape at first refused to he
tied into the machine, but submitted af
ter some persuason. Through the flight
he streamed and trembled, and when
the machine landed he was so paralyzed
from fright that he had to be helped out
of the passenger’s seat.
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little cold water over it at once. Tin*
Ink will float on the water, and when
cloth or carpet is rubbed dry no sta.n
will show.
In wet weather clean the windows
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way, then sprinkle a little flour on
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I'sed in water as a dailv gargl \
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in water for cleansing the teeth, it
"disinfects" them and prevents their
decaying.
Oh, the Perils of Pretence!
j Only last wenk that infatuated
| pretender, Augustus Perkly. on en
tering a ballroom said l»» the footman
I in a loud, peremptory tone of voice:
"Please tell my coachman to bring
tlie broughman back in three hours.”
I The footman went, and two minutes
later, as Perkly was standing up to
dance with Miss Blond, he returned
to sa>, in a voice audible throughout
the room:
"Your coachman says he can’t come
back in three hours, sir, because he's
g<q another fare for then, sir."
Al
r i
BA'
( A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
A Charming Evening Golfon
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The richness of color and the simple elegance of line are respon
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in a V front and back and outlines the low neck.
At the armhole the full material tightens to take the place of
sleeves. At the waist again the fullness tightens under a girdle.
Extremely chic is this wide girdle of very pale green liberty silk
which ties in a great soft bow just at the crossing of the surplice.
The plain skirt is slightly gathered round the waist and closes down
the front.
Directly in front it is caught up under a button of the material.
The skirt is quite long itt back and is raised by its own line of
drapery in front.
For the woman who objects to the sleeveless effect, the gown
may be improved by a short angel sleeve of the green liberty or of
self colored tulle.—OLIVETTE.
m Tabloid Tales
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TO DAY S INSTALLMENT.
Hr found the little red morocco book
—the book that would tell him the sad
reason whv tin* girl be loved the girl
whose fyes said. "1 lo\ e you,” had de
nied in words the message that gave
him hope.
“Address indexed—initial G Yes
Graham, Aline daughter of Gor
don Graham. District Attorney. One
letter—own band ac.i signature
The box dropped to the floor and Cap
tain Holbrook rose to his feet with the
lines of hopelessness forming a net
work of pain across his face. In hor
ror he voiced his bitter discovery: “SE
CRET MARRIAGE!—ALINE
And in a broken tone of despair, lie
voiced his , -11 in one word—-“Aline!”
CASTOR! A
lor Infan’s and Children
Would he voice
kmwledge such
from tlie hell-
»rld's own pur--
i all alike—
W ould he say
ve Aline to her
And then Captain Lawrence Holbrook
walked over to the fireplace and ground
that glass plate with the story of
death printed on it beneath the iron
poker. He did not desist until it was
shattered to ver\ atoms. And then he
raised a transfigured face and said his
« reed w ith the devotion of a wstshiper
at some pure altar:
NO* SHF IS A GOOD WOMAN—
OK i XF.VKR MET ONE!
“Tea is here. Captain.'' spoke Bar
neys precise voice.
Holbrook started.
"Four me a cup and let it cool a
little."
"Cream. Captain?"
"No cream, and no sugar. Just tea.”
"Vis. sir.*
The Captain thrust his hands again
through their accustomed piace in the
cuffs of his shirt, he put on his coat
and slipped into its pockets the packet
| of letters and the tell-tale morocco hook.
The phone was again in demand.
"Hello—hello! Give me Main 724—
Barne>? clean up that mess l made on
the hearth ami pul the pan and the
red lamp away."
"Yis. sir."
"Hello—724 ? Your night editor, please!
Hello night editor.’ This is Captain
Lawrence Holbrook \ es. sir, same. You
promised Mr. Graham this afternoon to
publish a denial of the engagement of
his daughter. Miss Aline Graham, to
me WELL. NEVER MIND THE DE
NIAL that's exactly lot i« matter
I g«> as it la\s Yes. s r. this is Hol
brook. himself. Exactly PREMA-
! Ti K. BI T Ql lTl. RIGHT, and I'm
sorry to have troubled you at al!. si’-."
Tim- i'’a« k or. \vs had lif'.rd al ti •
. ornc’ s t“ their •ui EZ . al triangle - aud
I th** bit <•; ;1 brogue had deepened as
jit :»!wn>s<hd in moments of dot'-rmina-
i u « vcitciucnt "V ,i'iM i n 1 -* * T. c \ * * 11 s be
devilment of the powers that were soon
to close in on hint and the girl he loved
supremely, in spite of all the evidence
against her.
When Aline s father had objected to
Holbrook because they knew so little
of his past, the girl had championed
him with the warmth of love and the
knowledge of her own bitter memories:
I "He is interesting, unusual, a traveler,
a world man, a real man: he is genial
and frank no one can interest me any
more, father, than my past—interests
him."
But Alines past must interest Hol
brook now- for on it hinged her fu
ture perhaps her life!
The Captain smiled with the genial
ity Aline had commended and concluded
his chat with the night city editor:
“Thank you—the same to you and
many of them."
He hung up the phone with a sigh
of relief. The statement of his en
gagement to Aline Graham—taker of j
life—and another man’s wife—or dis-
carded love—would “go as it lay.”
Holbrook stirred his tea and prepared ;
for a draft of it.
The Confession.
cLBRODK walked over and lifted
the spring lock. Th* "sick man"
smiled. "Ah. doctor, thank you
e prompt.”
■ man w htf entered was a slender,
haired, keen-eyed man of fori>
with all a boy's inquiring interest
Bin Franc
friendships, he must rank high. But the
man would soon prove what were his
real companions—his thoughts.
The doctor smiled his gentle, kindly
smile—the smile that always won th«
hearts of the little lame lads whose
poor legs he knew well how to
straighten.
"You ill, Larry?"
“Not a bit," said Larry as cheerfully
as if getting a man out of bed at this
hour of the night or morning were a
matter of no import.
"Your boy.said " remarked Elliott
in puzzlement.
"1 know—1 told him—I wouldn't a
bothered you. only IT IS ‘life and
death.’ Doctor, sit down. Here’s some
whisky. I'll just see to the doors a bit.
This is a matter of an extremely con
fidential nature."
He picked up his own cup.
“What’s that?" asked the doctor in
an amazement that gave final testi
mony that this was not Holbrook's reg
ular beverage.
“Tea—l need something, and I can't
risk THAT to-night. But help yourself
— I'm no fanatic.”
“But 1 am not drinking at such an
hour—or when 1 have been called pro
fessional!}. ' Then grave’y he added:
“What can I do for you, Captain?”
“ ludson Flagg, the divorce lawyer--
the blackmailer of women—and helpless
girls—has just
liis tense voice broke and stopped
suddenly as Barne> entered. “Go to
your room. Barney, until l call you."
“Vis. sir.'
“Barney ." queried the doctor, w im
an amused smile at the serious Oriental,
who s’ ergo-.ed r.o w ■■t of Irish ease
W iAT, Mother, ii
read so much
days.
j A diplomat. My Child, is one whose
j manners are so highly polished that he
J can call another man a liar and the
j other man will never know it.
Why. Mother, is Christmas time called
“the holidays?”
Because, My Child, ir is that season
of the year when every one is worked
almost to death.
FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
What, Mother.
Hence?
Patience. Little One. is that senti- j
ment which so soon ceases to be a vir- j
tue when displayed toward'the faults!
of those you dislike. It is also the best j
investment a married woman can make. ,
Are all, Mother, who talk about oth- j
ers to be classed as gossips?
No. no. My Child: those you dislike |
are gossips; those you like a ‘'well in- (
formed."
Is it so wicked, then* to listen to gos- j
sip?
There is nothing inure wicked. Little
One. than to listen to gossip, but it is
the popular thing never to condemn the!)
gossip till one has heard all he has to !
tell When liis talk is exhausted, it is !
then quite noble for his listeners to j ■
show their contempt for a tattler by
leaving the room.
What. Mother, is Hope?
The answer. Little One. depends upon
the age of the person in whose breast
it is inspired. In mothers. Hope is that
sentiment which, when the.\ see other
boys slight, abuse and disown ‘heir
parents, prevents them from giving
tlieir own boys awa\
W hat. Mother Mine, is meant by ‘get
ting back to Nature
It is an expression. My Child, used
by those who are figuring on loafing for
a while and want the loafing dis
guised
To Be Continued Tc - merrew.
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nex (50 cents’ worth) in a pint bot
tle. and add the sugar syrup. Take
a teaspoonful every one, two or three
hours. Tastes good.
This takes right hold of a cough
and gives almost instant relief. It
stimulates the appetite and is slight
ly laxative—both excellent features.
Pinex. as perhaps you know, is a
most valuable concentrated com
pound of Norway white pine ex
tract. rich in gua-acol and the other
natural healing yiine elements.
No other preparation will do the
work of Pinex in this mixture, al
though strained honey can be used
instead of the sugar syrup, if de
sred.
Thousands of housewives in the
Fnited States and Canada now use
this Pinex and Sugar Syrup Ren
edy. This plan has often been imi
tail'd, hut the old successful comh
nation has never been equaled 1 ~
low cost and quick results have mad /
it immensely popular.
A guaranty of absolute sat is fa 1 -
tion or money prompt 5 }’ refunded
goes with this preparation. You:
druggist bus Pinex. or will get it (<•:
\cu. If not, send to The Pinex Com
pnny. Fort Wayne, hid.