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"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!" SPECIAL HOLIDAY RATES IPSouthern Pacific Sunset Route ’KySllF Ticket* on tale Dec. 20th, 21*t and 22d, j Final Return Limit Jan. 18th, 1914. I Superior Service from NEW ORLEANS! Dally. Winter Tourist Rates to Many Texas | Points. 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