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A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
Two Cats
Coi/jrigfet, 1313, International Newa berrlr©.
(Ncvellxed by>
'From the play by Georg© sea r -
borough, now being presented at the
Thirtv-ninth Street Theater, New York,
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
• it i* very human, my child. I can
•>< aroely advise you to do leu*
But deepalr overwhelmed the girl
again in Its noisome black ml»t.
"No, It Is all hopeless hopeless."
"What’s hopeless?" asked the (Cap
tain, cheerily He toeeed the word away
from her—and himself—aa If It never
had existed.
“My name' The man ha* my name
written in a red morocco book. You
aee I am cought In the tolls ” *
“I have that also, and a box of black?
mailing letters. Here they are. Find
the one that belong* to you, Aline "
The girl looked up at him us if he
were a worker of beautiful magic.
Through the chill of all her fears she
felt the enveloping strength of a ten
derness greater than she had dreamed
a man could offer even to a spotless
woman, and now It was being given j
freely to her!
His simple nobility nerved her to her
final revelation. In meeting such a
man aa he she muat be fair—fair to
him at any coat. If he were to be her
champion In all her nightmare of hor- ,
rora. he muat know all.
She spoke very quietly now Her
transcendental moment had come. Per i
feet love must be met with perfect
faith. She tcok that little pink missive J
- the story of those three days, the
one story that a good woman would
rather die than have to tell the man
she loves from its hiding place In the
bosom of her gown.
"I have the one that belong* to me.
Will you read it?"
And so at last Aline Graham took
up her cross.
The length of the great table sepa
rated Aline from the man she loved.
But the real barrier between them was
a wall of her own raising. She had
built it six year* before, when & ro
mantic and foolish schoolgirl had trust
ed her father too little and her lover
too much and had tied to “three days !
by a summer sea." And to-night Aline
held out to the man she dared not love .
a little pink letter that would tell him
how vast the distance between them.
She bowed her head and laid the paper j
of revelation on the symbolic table that j
lay between her and her forbidden love '
Then she waited the verdict even a*
she felt she must soon wait a greater j
verdict a verdict from "twelve good
men and true*' a verdict for or against j
a woman who had taken human life
Yer> low and *det and controlled had
been her voice as she held out her won
letter the letter for which Flagg had
died and said. "Will you read it?”
How He Knew.
\nd now in a deeper, stronger, more '
controlled voice Holbrook replied: "Why ■
should 1 read It?"
"Jt will tell you why I was there—In j
Flagg's house," said the girl in deep- I
ening shame.
"Does Father Shannon know?" asked j
the man.
"Yes."
"Then you need speak no word to
torture yourself, my lady, for this in
dex told me a secret marriage
The girl lifted her sad eyes to the
mystery of a great love Even In her
greatest hour of sorrow there whs to
be a man whose love she could trust.
But Holbrook had not yet measured the
depths of her shame. She gasped for
air for breath, aid from a throat in
which the sobs were choking their way
she gasped:
“Yes—a secret marriage—BUT not a
true one—just a pretense—to fool a girl
that that believed him."
“PRETENSE." said Captain Hol
brook And now there came a change
in his smooth voice a roughness a bit
ter tone.
“A mockery arranged b> a scoun
drel." said Father Shannon. This priest
knew man nature Perhaps he won
dered it even a ‘man as great-souled as
J.arr> Holbrook could ever again look at
this girl with th* 1 same kindly gentle-
nes- in eyes that had seen the scarlet
letters on the book of her life.
“Don't- DON'T HATE MB The
words tore themselves from the girl's
spent heart and forced their way past
sob-racked throat and trembling lips
Captain l^awrence Holbrook, defender
of lost causes, leaned across the barrier
table that divided them and spoke to
the woman he had chosen for a su
preme love.
“Hate you—would I hate a bird with
a broken wing? Though perhaps I’ve
no right to say It now—I tell you be
fore Father Shannon—I love you. dear."
And never a poet of his own Irish Isle
had spoken words w*th a sweeter ring
JZ- t>we music.
"I'll find this man whoever he is--
and bring him to your feet,’’ went on
Ihe soldier.
"I—never want to see him again,"
sobbed th© girl.
No Fear.
And It w’as primitive man—man, th©
defender of his mate, who answered her.
"1 want ONE look at him But we’re
losing time Father Shannon—If they're
coming for me—take Miss Graham
home, please."
“It’s s«> cowardly so weak—so des
picable to hide while you're In dang©r.
I hate myself," cried the girl
"What danger*" laughed the man who j
lad learned well his lesson of laugh
ing In the face of danger “T W'hs a
mii© away at the time and every ;
j
mercifully and justly settle* over your
dear footprints."
Then he turned to Father Shannon
his aide
"Now go while we have the chance."
’ Y' li’r© the bravest and most wonder- '
ful man 1 ever knew, ' said Aline, in !
an awe-struck tone.
i-' jr.v laughed off his compliment !
with th* same easy grace he held In
fee for Madam# Danger.
“That’s what I tokl her, Father, this
afternoon. Now go, dear lady, while
there Is time.”
But the time for going In peace had
passed
A knock thudded on the heavy wal
nut door. Llk© a bird that flutters
to Its nest In th© hour of atorm, Alin©
fled to the ©belter ©he had thought
never to know—to the refuge of her
Captain's arms.
His arms fast about her at last—In
the light of the perfect knowledge that
even if they were worlds apart hla lit
tle lady lover] him, Holbrook stood
ready to challenge the world itself for
his love.
"Oh, God bless them," he cried. T/©t
them knock again!"
Holding him close in her arms—cling
ing to him while there was Indeed yet
lrne before th© machinery of Justice
tore him from her, Aline raised her
great starry eyes to the man she had
confessed her love for.
"They've come to arrest you." she
whispered.
Hut their hearts sang In unison and
quickening blood took up the melody.
"Coin# what may w© love each other.
Danger, disgrace, death these can not
separate us We love. WE LOVE."
The Police Again.
For the supreme moment of a lifetime |
Holbrook held his love In arms that
throbbed to enfold her, to hold her fast,
to draw her closer and closer—and so
defy the world. And then he knew
that he must protect what he loved
front the world- and from his own wild
blood, too.
He raised his head high In the
triumph of ©sane, clean strength.
"Well, what is it?” he called.
In th© seconds between the knock and
the answer a world had swung In Its
orbit
"Dempster’ I want to see you. I^ar
ry."
"All right, sir."
In a moment Aline had been escorted,
with all the tine chivalry Holbrook
knew, to his own room and the man
had brought himself from heaven back
to earth and a possible purgatory. He
walked over and lifted his spring latch.
The door opened, and Chief Dempster,
of th© United States Secret Service,
‘•am# In. But ha was not alone. With
him was Gordon Graham, District At
torney and father of the girl who was
hidden in Lawrence Holbrook’s rooms.
"Good evening, Robert- Mr. Graham,”
said Father Shannon, with the kindly
ease the situation needed.
"What arc you doing here?" demand
ed the Chief.
The question, "Or come ye in peace,
or coni© ye In war?" was answered by
his militant tone
"Don’t answer him. Father," said Hol
brook, with quick decision. "But won’t
you gentlemen sit down?"
Dempster wasted no time In declaring
himself.
"You took that plateholder from the
camera in Flagg’s room to-night." he
declared, belligerently but pleasantly
withal, lie wai so sure of his ground
—#0 certain where hla trail led that
he could afford to ©mile on his quarry.
There was a moment’s pause. Then
the quarry decided where he must lead ]
his pursuers.
"I did," he said, with cheerful im
pudence. A
"You admit that?’’
"Y'es. sir.”
Playing a Part.
"Where Is It?"
lottery nodded Indifferently toward the
very door beyond which he had just
led Aline.
"The plate-holder is In my room."
Father Shannon started a bit* what
ailed the lad, he thought whs the strain
proving a bit too much? Else why the
madness of attracting attention toward
the very door behind whose portals
Aline was safe so long as her presence
remained ungueased?
"Go get it!" commanded the Chief,
angrily.
Holbrook leaned against his high
mantel with supreme indifference, and
gave his most careful attention to se
lecting a cigarette from his case and
to lighting It straight and even at the
end.
"Cigarettes, gentlemen?” he queried,
pleasantly "No?" in surprise as the j
attorney and the Chief refused impa
tiently. Taking one epicurean whiff.
Larry answered the irate Chief.
By NELL BRINKLEY
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
CALL AT THE HOUSE.
nKAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am twenty and in love with a
girl the same age, and would like
to call on her, but ahe lives with
her sister, and keeps house for her,
and is dependent on her sister and
brother and brother-in-law* for her
support; and her sister refuses to
let her receive or meet gentlemen
friends What would you advise
me to do to meet ner without do
ing so In secret? L. 8. K.
( AM pleased with your frankness: It
Indicates an honesty of purpose
that should disarm the girl’s rela
tives ‘Call and lot your Intentions be
known. Surely If you prove your
self a worthy young man the sister
will not deny the girl her chance at
happiness.
MAKE BOY FRIENDS.
nKAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young man of seven
teen, but look older and have older
habits I am a decent fellow and
don’t go around with other lads. I
have tried hard to make girl
friends, but seemingly luok i*
sgainst me; I elmply can't. Being
the only one in th© family, i* m
lonesome. ANXIOUS.
E VERY young man should have
friends among young men. If
they ar© nice, clean young men their
friendship la the best Investment he
I can make. An additional reason is
that through them a man may mee:
very .nice girls.
YOU M LIST REFUSE.
taEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young man twenty
years old, and am in love with a
girl of twenty-five. My parents ob
Ject, but I love her, and she wants
me to elope with h©r, and I write
to you for advice, as I am anxloua
to get married. LE ROT.
S HE is too old for you, and you art
too young to maj-ry wer© ah© € f
th© right ag©. It Is pretty aaf© to
question the motives of a woman ©r
twenty-flve who urges a boy 0 f
twenty to eiope with. her.
THE MANICURE LADY ]
Two little members of the feline family—both soft and fluffy, with
felvet paws and a passion for being petted -both baffling and bright-
l eyed—both the mildest of comrades for three hundred and sixty-four
i days of the year and a scratcher on the three hundred and sixty-fifth.
Seeking a Husband
Just Before Christmas
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE
CHENEY’S
EXPECTORANT
Cures Whooping Cough, Croup
' -M*. runnltk© of th* now. t*ore throat, Chniqr'l
Lxpwtorant slightly luaUr* Proven:* the whoop
■"PH* ■ Children like Cheney’* *nd Las
n * ■ P-'q >ear» Take the old. triad
*.,i cur a. .ic at dnjj au* ea — LAdn.)
To Be Continued Monday,
The Speed of the Wind.
Up to th© present the greatest speed
of the wind has never been measured,
for the simple reason that no instru
ment has yet been invented capable of
doing so
In 1878 an anemometer on Mount
Washington registered 186 miles an
hour, which is the highest velocity on
record; and last November a Robin
son anemometer was blown away, in
Jamaica, when registering 120 miles
per hour.
A tornado, however, blows far hard
er than that. At various times at
tempts have been made to estimate
the velocity of wind in a tornado by
observing its effects For instance,
in 1875 a board of pine wood was
blown against, and right through, a
telegraph pole; whilst during the
same storm another plank was driven
three Inches into the trunk of a tree.
It whs calculated that such effects
could only have been produced by a
force little less than that of a can
non ball—that i* to say. the wind
must sy i»©en traveling at the rate
of bet • »n 600 and 800 mile* aji hour.
I HAVE met him. He’s a doctor and
I know he’s the right one, prin
cipally because he’s so different
from Dick
The first time 1 looked at him I
real’y didn't see anything at all out
of the ordinary. In fact, lots of the
boys 1 know are better looking But
suddenly like a Ik»1 t from heaven (I
think that's really a ver> good simile)
my feelings changed toward him and
I realised what a dear ha Is.
And now for the waj it happened.
I had always been anxious to see a
hospital, and I never seem to be Ill
myself or have any friends that 1 can
go and visit. Some aa> I think I’ll
be a nurse, only 1 should hate to look
so much like everyone else. Well,
to go on with my story, one day when
we were out in the machine we passed
tlie hospital just as our doctor was
going In
Lucky thing. I though enviously, and
then 1 called out just In fun: "Take
me”"
"Sure thing,” he responded, "come
right along." and before mother knew
what was happening 1 was out of the
machine and flying up the stairs after
the doctor.
Such, a nice medicine sme'ling place,
and so many nurse* flying around and
opt looking Just tho same ns another!
Suddenly someone cam© down the
stairs three at a time and I looked up
and realized that this someone was
being introduced to me as Dr. Ham
mond. 1 looked at him rather indif
ferently. and wondered if all internes
wore white. He looked exactly like
the owner of the good ship Nancy Bell,
or something like that, but it was most
becoming to him
However, he didn't pay much atten
tion to me. and I pricked up my ears
when 1 heard him say: "Yes. he’s all
ready for you; spent a pretty good
night. Wi'l you go right up?" Then
they both looked at me. and l laughed.
1 always laugh when I don't know what
else to do
“Peggy■. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait
for tn«* down here." said the doctor:
"something unexpected has happened,
ami I’m needed upstairs." Then there
wa* some more conversation between
the doctors, and then the doctor turned
to me again. “But Dr. Hhmmond will
show you around By that time I’ll
be ready to take you home."
Dr. Hammond did not seem at all
thrilled at the idea He was most in
different or shaP I say professional?
and it was on the tin of my tongue
to refuse-to go. but I did want t<* see
the hospital So we started, and it
was such fun. I peeked into the wards,
and. in fact, made myself so very fas
cinating that 1 didn’t see how anyone
could be cold and distant, even a house
physician, who has lots to think about,
I suppose.
"I’ve always wanted to be a nurse."
I declared, rather at a loss for some
thing to say.
“oh, have you?” he said, curtly.
"Perhaps you have only been Im
pressed with the picturesque side of
it You know nurses work hard, and
th*lr days are Ailed w-ith waiting on
other people. Now you spend hours
at a time. probuMy. with a good book
and a box of candy, or perhaps play
ing bridge "
"That isn’t so." 1 returned, indig
nantly. furious that »*© though me one
of those idle society girls. I might have
remembered the hours I did spend in
just that way. “Why. I’m busy 'ost
of the day myself, and l very seldom
cat candy." That's a lie. because I
| adore it.
Indeed!" he rejoined. "What do you
j do?”
I was dying to tell of all th© things
j I was Interested in. hut 1 decided that
.if was none of his business anyway,
and l hated his air of polite interest.
Resides, we had made quite a thor-
j ough tour of inspection by now, and
I was tired of having the nurses make
remarks about my velvet tain and stun
ning sport coat. So I said coldly: “It
I can i be of very much interest to you.
and I real’v mustn't keep you any
longer. I can wait for the doctor right
I here. Please don't wait."
"Oh. but l want to wait; you haven’t
told me anything about what you do,
and 1 want to know very much. You
see there are so few girls of to-day
; who do anything If they don’t have
I to."
"Oh. but that Isn’t so. really: you
mustn't think that jray of us all Why.
there are plenty of worthwhile girls
in the wor’d, and—and" mv voice
trailed off. for there stood the doctor*
waiting to take me home, and I well.
I wasn't a bit ready to go. I don't
thTnk Dr. Hammond was ready to have
me go. either, for he looked just liki
a big. cross boy.
As we walked out of the room the
doctor went on ahead, and Dr Ham
mond looked at me very closely. "To
be continued in our next," he said, quite
seriously. "When?"
"Why, any time, I answered, try
ing not to look surprised. And so he
is coming down Wednesday. I put on
my sport coat this morning, and it
had such a dear funity medicine smell.
It must he gr»at fun to be a nurse—
in some hospitals.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
jjrpHAT must be some book > ou
5 are reading.” said the Head
Barber. “You ain’t took 1*.
away from you** nose for an hour.”
“It is a fine story,” said the Mani
cure Lady. “All romance and ad
venture. Gee. George, I guess I ain’t
never going to get past th© age when
romance appeals to me. This story is
about a pirate chief that has got a
college education but he is a bad
egg and has a island in the South
Seas and a great launch and a crew
of hard men that he rules by fear.
A yoang girl and her mother are
shipwrecked on the island and ho
falls In love with her. but he sees
that she Is falling in love with him,
too. so he tells her he is a pirate.
There is a ship coming in the dis
tance. and be Is going to send her
and her mother away on that ship,
back to her friends. He is saying
goodby to her. Listen, George.
“ ‘To-morrow that white line of
surf will be thundering on the same
shore, casting up its spray and mak
ing tiny rainbows, but you will not
be here. The breeze will sway the
palms to-morrow, rustling through
the green leaves with a touch as
gentle as a baby’s kiss, but you will
not hear it. The sun will shine down
on my stronghold, searching every
dark nook and corner and revealing
my way of living this brief life, but
you will be gone. You will be gone
and when you go the sweetness, too,
will vanish. All the good that
has been creeping to the surface of
me since your arrival will be gone
when you are gone, and once more
I will be Jack Saandere, bully and
buccaneer. Goodby, dream girl, good-
by-’ M
•'I suppose she felt kind of sad at
that,” said the Head Barber.
“Sure she felt sad." said the Mani
cure Lady. "He was very tall and
Uu and Down.
"I'm going to get married soon and
settle down/’ remarked young Debt-
leigh.
“All very well/’ replied his tailor,
I “but I'm far more interested In learn.
i ing when you’re going to settle up!”
powerful and handsome, and when h«
talked to her hi© voice got soft and
tender, but both of them knew their
lov® was hopeless, because she knew
that no lady could marry a plrata
and get away with it, and he was too
mueh of a gent to expect her to marry
him with the kind of a rep he had.
So he kissed her good-bye. the flrst
and last kiss he ever was to know of
hers, and her and he#r mother took
the ship and sailed away. It ends
awful sad. and that’s the only part
of the book I don’t like. If he could
have changed hla profession and been
a aviator or a chauffeur or some
thing. they could have went to the
little church around the corner, but It
was not to be. and I don’t suppose
neither on© of them ever got mar
ried. Oh, well, maybe they was just
as well off after all, the way matri
mony goes nowadays."
“I suppose she done the right thing
going away,” said the Head Barber.
“A pirate wouldn’t make no good
husband. Every time he went out
anywhere she would have to be shiv
ering at home and wondering if he
was going to get pinched before night
and be sent up the river to the gray
walls." #
"That would be how she would feel,
I guess,” agreed the Manicure Lady.
“It's bad enough fo<r a woman to set
at home expecting her husband to
come home with a snifter or two
aboard, but expecting him to com*
home with a cop on either arm to
bid her bood-bye Is a lot that no lady
ought to share with the man she
loves. I wouldn’t marry no pirate
myself. I couldn’t have no church
wedding then, and I never could see
much class to getting married by one
of th©m Justices of th© peace.”
Of Course.
“I didn’t know Bloggs was
rled."
"Oh, yes”
"Who's his wife?”
“Mrs. Bloggs."
No Quack.
He entered th^ village chemist’s.
“Say, have you anything that will
cure a cold?” he asked.
“No, sir; I have not, answered the
pill compiler.
“Give me your hand, for I have st
last found an honest man.”
^ r AM buying
I ents this ;
AM buying only sensible pres-
year,” said the wom
an who is the heroine in this
little tale, and then she went down
into her shopping bag for the money
to pay for a little tin man, who, when
wound up, worked a saw back and
forth for fully a quarter of a minute.
She bought this for Johnny Smi’.h,
and when she reached the next coun
ter she forgot she had wiped him off
her list and that it was time to buy
foe Aunt Eliza, and bought a top that
will spin three minutes. "That,” she
said, "is for Johnny Smith."
She duplicated her gifts all day and
reached home that night with tin ex
press wagons for decrepit kin and
lounging robes# for relatives who never
had lime to lounge, and manicure sets
where she had intended in antfe-buy-
ing wisdom to give carpet sweepers.
She had packed and wrapped
Christmas boxes all evening, and
when she ate supper the meat tasted
like the Merry Christmas stickers,
and she hated the plate because it
was white, and so is tissue paper, and
before she broke her bread she me
chanically tied a Christmas ribbon
around tt.
After supper she rose with the baby
in her arms and went to her room and
put it to bed. Half an hour later her
husband walked in, and found his
wife in a heavy sleep on the floor,
while on the beu lay a big bundle done
in white tissue paper, and wrapped in
red ribbon, with a hunch of holly on
tou, A card attached read: “A small
to%n of my love, with wishes for a
Merry Christmas."
But where was the baby? The hus
band searched the room for it. and
had about decided the neighbors had
borrowed it when the tissue paper
bundle stirred.
With a cry of fright he tore off the
red and green ribbons, unwrapped
yards of white tissue paper and found
the hit by inside!
Its lips were fastened together with !
Christmas stickers, and twigs of mis- !
tletoe were sticking from its ears. |
while more Merry Christmas stickers j
pasted its eyes shut. and a Christmas |
card was laid on its breast.
The mother didn’t intend to harm |
her baby: don't think that for a mo
ment. In a lit of worry and absent- I
minded ness, brought on by the distri- I
bution of thirty-seven presents which
must go by mail in the morning,
twenty-two that must be sent by ex
press not later than day after to-mor
row and forty-four that must be
ready hv Christmas morn, twenty-one
of which must yet he bought, three
were unflished, and eleven were yet o
he begun, she had wrapped up her
baby, and pasted it with Merry
Christmas stickers, and had fallen
asleep while waiting for the express
wagon.
There is a warning In this little
tale: It is to the husbands, that they
watch their wives carefully, and be
tender arid forgiving when they find
their breakfast eggs tied in ribbons,
and Merry Christmas stickers and
holly served as breakfast food, for it
is the season w’hen no w man with
the genuine Christmas spirit is ac
countable.
Rough On Samuel.
The screams which were issuing
from the little house were heartrend
ing. It seemed as if a terrible trag
edy must be in progress and an anx
ious knot of people gathered in front
of the house and wondered w’hy
someone had not sufficient courage
to enter and rescue the victim.
At last an unconcerned youth came
out of the front door, whistling, and
one of the spectators buttonholed
him.
“What's going on in your house?”
he asked. "What's the meaning of
those fearful screams?"
“Eh?” said the youth. “Oh”—as a
marrow-freezing wail floated down
the breeze—“oh, that Sammy! You
see, while he was playing in the pan
try this morning he knocked the jar
of black treacle off the shelf on to his
head, and now mother’s combing his
hair—that’s all!"
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