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AT BAY
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
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(Novtllred ky>
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being presented at thi
From the
borough, now
,irtv-ninth Street Theater, Now York
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TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
It is very human, my child. T can
-, arcely advise you to do less ”
But despair overwhelmed the girl
■ tain in its noisome black mist.
Vo, It 1b 'all hopeless—hopeless." •
What’s hopeless?” asked the Cap-
a n . cheerily. lie tossed The word away
from her -and himself- as if it never
iad existed.
My name! The man has my name
written in a red morocco book. You
tee I am nought In the toils.”
r have that also, and a box of black-,
nailing letters. Here they are. Find
e one that belongs to you, Aline.”
The girl looked up at him as” if he
wpre 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 rrtftv it was being given
freely to her!
His simple nobility nerved her to her
final revelation. In meeting such a
man as he she must be fair—fair to
him at any cost. If he were to be her
champion In all her nightmare of hor
rors. he must know ail.
She spoke very quietly now. Her
! anscendental moment had come. Per
fect love must be met with,, perfect
faith. She took that little pink missive
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 belongs 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 years before, when a ro
mantic and foolish schoolgirl had trust
ed her father too little and her lover
too much and had lied to “three days
by a summer sea.” And to-night Aline
held out to the man she dar.ed not love
a little pink letter that would tell him
how vast the distance between them.
She bowed her head and laid the paper
of revelation on. the symbolic table that
lay between her and her forbidden love
Then she waited the verdict—even as
she felt she must soon wait a greater
verdict—a verdict from “twelve - good
m*n and true”—a verdict for or against
a woman who had taken human life.
Very low and ^iiet and controlled had
oeen 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.
And now in a deeper, stronger, more
controlled voice Hol r br.Q.ok.r?pHed: "Why
should I read it?”-
“It will tell you why I wa,s there—In
Flagg's house,” said the girl in deep
ening shame. ' •
"Does Father Shannon know?” asked
the man.
“Yes.”
“Then ydti. heed speak no word th
torture yourself, my lady, for this in*
dex told me—a secret marriage.’’
The girl lifted her sad eyes to th^
mystery of a great love. Even in her
greatest hour of sorrow there was 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, and from a tfiroat in
which the sobs were choking their way
ah*- gasped: %
“Yes—a secret marriage—BUT not a
true one—Just a pretense—to fool a girl
that—that believed him.”
PRETENSE,” said Captain Hoi-
brook. And now there came a change
n his smooth voice—a roughness—a bit -
ter tone.
"A mockery arranged lfy a scoun
drel.” said Father -Shannon. This priest
knew nnan nature. Perhaps he won
dered if evep a man as great-souled as
-«rry Holbrook could ever again look at
bis girl with the same kindly gentle
ness in eyes that had seen the scarlet
etiers 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
"ob-racked throat and trembling lips.
Captain Lawrence Holbrook, defender
lost causes, leaned across the barrier
’able that divided them and spoke to
T ne woman he had chosen for a su
preme love.
"Hate you—would I hate a bird with
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 hte own Irish-Isle
bad spoken words with a sweeter ring
** t>ae music.
"I’ll find this man—whoever he is—
and bring him to your feet,’’ went on
’he soldier.
”1—never want to see him again.”
sobbed the girl.
No Fear.
And It was primitive man—man. the
dander of his mate, who answered her.
‘I want ONE look at him. But we’re
°^ng time. Father Shannon—If they’re
r omin 8 r for me—take Miss Graham
°tne, please."’
“It’a so cowardly—so weak—so des
irable to hide while you're In danger,
bate myself.” cried the girl
"What danger?” laughed the man who
had learned well hla lesson of laugh
ing in the face of danger. “I was a
mile away at the time and every
hour they waste over me an hour's difst
mercifully and justly settles over your
dear footprints.”
Then he turned to Father Shannon
—his akle.
“Now go -while we have the chance.”
"You’re the bravest and most wonder-
'fui man 1 ever knew,” said AllriJ. in
an awe-struck tone
Larry laughed off his compliment
with the same easy grace he held in
fee for Madame Danger.
"That's what 1 told her. Father, this
afternoon. Now go, dear lady, while
there is time.” , •*;
But, the. time fpr ,going in peace had
passed.
A knock thudded on the heavy wal
nut door. Like a bird that flutters
to Its nest In the hour of storm, Aline
tied to the shelter she 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 his lit
tle lady loved him* . Holbrook stood
ready to challenge tHe world itself for
his love.
“Oh. God bless them,” he cried. "L«et
them knock again!”
Holding him. close in her arms—cllng-
I >ng to him while there was indeed yet
time -before the machinery of justice
tore hirq 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.
But their hearts sang in unison—and
quickening blood took up the melody.
! “Come what may—we love each other.
Danger, disgrace, death—these can not
separate us. We love. WE LOVE.”
The Police Again.
For the supreme moment r/f a lifetime
Holbrook held his love in arms that
; throbbed to ^ enfold her, to hold her fast,
j to draw her closer, and closer—and so
| defy the world. And then he knew
that he must protect what, he loved
: from the world—and from his own wild
i blood, too.
He raised his head high in the
I triumph .of sane,, clean strength.
“Wtdl, what is It?” he called.
In the seconds between the knock and
I the answer a world had swung in its
| orbit.
“Dempster! I want to see you, Lar-
j ry.” 1 l
“All right, sir."
In a moment Aline had been escorted
with all the fine chivalry Holbrook
; knew, to his own room —and the mar
had brought himself from heaven back
to;earth and a possible purgatory. He
j walked over and lifted hismprlng latch.
The door opiem&S!’'and Ghteff* Dempster.
| of* the T’nited States Socket Service,
cama.in. But he 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 are you doing herd?’’ demand
ed tha Chief.
The question, “Or come v© In peace,
i or come ye in war?” was answered by
• his militant t on$.
: “Don’t answer him. Father,” said Hol
brook, with quick decision. "But won’t
you gentlemen sit down?”
'Dempster wasted no time in declaring
himsdlf.
“you. took that plateholder from the
camera;in Flagg's room to-night,” he
declared, belligerently—but pleasantly
withal. He was so sure of his ground
—so certain w’here his trail led—that
he could afford to smile on his quarry.
There was 1 mordent’s pause. Then
the quarry decided where he must lead
his pursuers.
“I did,” he said, with cheerful im
pudence.
“You admit that?”
, “Yes. kir.”
Playing a Part.
"Where is it?” !
Larry 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—was the strain
proving a, bit too much? Else why the
madness of attracting attention toward
the very door behind whose portaJs
Aline was safe so long as her presence
remained unguessed?
“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 hip case and
to lighting it straight and even at the
end. , •
“Cigarettes, gentlemen?” he queried,
pleasantly. ‘‘No?” in surprise as the
attorney and the Chief refused impa
tiently Taking one epicurean whiff,
Larry answered the irate Chief.
To Be Continued Monday.
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
CALL AT THE HOUSE.
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am twenty and In love with a
girl the same age, and would like
to oall on her, but she 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 her wltho-ut do
ing so in secret? L. S. K/
{ AM pleased with your frankness; it
indicates an honesty of purpose
that should disarm the girl's rela
tives Call and let your Intentions be
known Surely if you prove your
self a worthy young man the sister
will not deny the girl her chancs at
happiness
MAKE BOY FRIENDS.
nKAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young man of seven
teen. but look older and have older
habits. 1 am a decent fellow and
don't go around with other lads I
have tried hard to make girl
E very young
friends ami
friends. but seemingly iuok Is
against me; I simply can't Being
the only one in the family, I'm
lonesome. ANXIOUS.
g man should have
ong young men. If
they are nice, clean young men their
friendship la the best Investment he
i can make. An additional reason Is
that through them a man may meet
very nice girls.
YOU MUST REFUSE.
| t\EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young man twenty
j 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 her, and I write
to you for advice, as I am anxious
to get married. LE ROT.
S HE is too old for you. and you are
too young to marry were ah© of
the right age It is pretty safe to
question the motives of a woman of
twenty-five who urges a boy of
twenty to elope with her.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
HAT must be some book >ou
are reading.” said the Head
Barber. "You ain’t took i*.
away from your 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 the age when
romance appeals to me. This story la
about a pirate chief that h-es 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 yoing girl and her mother are
ahlpwrecke 1 on the island and he
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 dls-*
tanre. and he Is goirg to aend 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’e kiss, but you will
not hear it. The sun will shine down
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 vanieh. AH the good that
has been creeping to the surface of
me since your arrival will be gone
when you are gone, and once more
will be Jack Sasnders, bully and
buccaneer. Goodby, dream girl, good-
by * ”
*“I suppose she felt kind of sad at
that.” said the H * ad Rarb * r -
•Sure she felt sad.” said the Manl-
QUf Lady. “He was very tall and
powerful and handsome, and when he
talked to her hls voice get soft and
tender, but both of them knew their
love w’as hopeless, because she knew
that no lady could marry a pirate
and get away with it, and he was too
much of a gent to expect her to marry
him with the kind of a rep he had
So he kissed her good-bye, the first
and last kiss ha ever was to know of
hers, and her and her 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 chan K^d hls 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 one of them ever got mar
rled. Oh, well, maybe they was just
as well off after all, the way matri
mony goes nowadays.”
”1 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 golng^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 I>ady.
“It’s had enough for a woman to set
at home expecting her husband to
come home with a snifter or two
aboard, but expecting him to come
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 hare no church
wedding then, and I never could see
much class to getting married by one
of them Justices of the peace.”
Of Course.
“I didn’t know Bloggs waa mar
rled.”
*Oh, yes”
■Who's hls wife?”
‘Mrs. Bloggs.”
Uu and Down.
“I’m going to got married soon anil '
No Quack.
He entered the village chemist’s.
Seeking a Husband
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
just Before Christmas
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
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i cure a cold?” he asked.
, .,, „ “No, sir; I have not, answered the
"All very well, replied hls tailor, i pi u compiler. .
i ' but 1 m far more interested in learn- ; "Give me your hand, for I have at
ing when you’re going to settle up!’’ : last found an honest man.”
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The Speed of the Wind.
Up to the present the greatest speed
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for the simplb reason that no instru
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doing so.
In 1878 an anemometer on Mount
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record; and last November a Robin
son anemometer was blown away, in
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per hour.
A tornado, however, blows far hard
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tempts have been made to estimate
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observing its effects. For instance,
in 1875 a board of pine wood was
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It was calculated that such effects
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HAVE met him. He’s a doctor and was such fun I peeked into the wards,
t know he’s the right one. nrlp- and, in fact, made myself so very fas-
cipally because he’s so different r mating that I didn’t see how anyone
from Dick. could he cold and distant, even a house
The first time 1 looked at him 1 ph> slcian, who 1 o; lots to think about*
realiv didn’t see anything at all out f .suppose.
of the ordinary. In fact, lots of th<* “Lve always wanted to he a nurse,”
boys 1 know are better looking. But I declared, rather at a loss for some-,
suddeniy like a bolt from heaven (I thing to say.
think that’s really a very good simile) ‘Idll’ have y ^? u ~ ,. sai n e tml
m .. , „ , . . .. j i iu have only been im-
my feelings changed toward him and pJV;w fth the picturesque side d
I realized what a dear he is. it. You kpow nurses work hard, and
And now for the wav it happened. l e r days are t..,t:d w;’h w t ting n
_ , , . . . , other petiole. Now you spend hour*
I had always been anxious to see a at a time f 1(ro bably, with a good hook
hospital, and I never seem to be ill and a bo* of candy, or perhaps piay-
myself or have any friends that I can JJfWge." ‘ iri o itr
go and visit. Some <my I think I’D ri -. mll " U f .^ou- That be' though’me one
be a nurse, qplv I should hate to look ,: ?{ '! f .;'j* -i , . • <o r |„ j might have
so much like everyone e!s< Weill r ; , ; . g
to CO • n with jny story, on< da w •
we were out in the machine we pa>-u <i , V e r . - . u
the hospital just as our doctor . was ;'' u 'I'.nily" tL, ' a He. because 1
going In. -i,i,,r-b it
Ducky thing. I though enviously, and
then I called out just In fun: "Take fU
m "Sure thing.” he responded, "come , ‘de'J&dlolS
right along, and 1 was none of his husim s anyway*
what was happening I was nut of _th<- , m , ( hat(l! , i!s a ; r , r polite Interest.
Besides, we had made quite a thor
ough tour of inspection by now, and
I was tired of having the nurses make
“I
he rejoined. “What do you
f „, f . ' ttir.te.s thantna, of can-
non i*' to saj. the win —and it was on the tip
must have been traveling at the rate . . ..
of between 600 and 800 miles an hour.
3P€
machine and flying up the stairs after
the doctor.
Such a nice medicine sme’ling place,
and so many nurses flying around and
one looking just the same as another’
Suddenly someone came down the ,
stairs three at a time and I looked up
and realized that this someone was
being Introduced to me as Dr. Harn-
mofid. I 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 at ten
tion to me. and I pricked up my ears'
when I heard him say: “Yes. he s al
read v for you: spent a pretty good
night Will you go right up? 1 Then
they both looked at me, and I laughed.
J always laugh when I don’t know what
else to do.
"Peggy. I’m afraid you'll have to wait
for mo down here.” said the doctor:
“something unexpected has happened. •' u *- f ' r " SM
remarks about my velvet tarn and sjfbi
nlng sport coat So I said coldly: “It
can t be of very much interest to you.
and I really mustn’t keep you any
longer. I can wait for the doctor right
here. Please don’t wait.”
“Oh, but I want to wait; you haven’t
told me anything about what you do,
and I want to kjiow very much. You
see there arc so few girls of to-day
who do anything If they don’t have
to.”
“Oh, but that isn’t, so. really; you
mustn't think that way of os all. Why,
there are plenty <> f worthwhile girls
In the world, and and"- my voice
trailed off, for there stood the doctor
waiting fo take me home, and f well,
I wasn’t a bit ready to go I don’t
think Dr Hammond was ready to have
me go. either, for he looked Just like
AM buying only sensible pres
ents this year,” said the wom
an who is the heroine in this
little ta&, and then she went down
into her shopping bag for the mom ’
pay for a little lin man, who, when
wourik up, worlod a utw ba-L md
f6rth for fully a qu arter of a minute,
She bought this for Johnny Smi'h,
and when she reached the next coun
ter 'she forgot she had wiped 1dm oft
her list and that it was time to buy
fo.* Aunt Eliza, and bought a top that
will spin three minutes. “That,”
said, “is for Johnny Smith.”
She duplicated her’gifts .all day
reached home that i ig i wi h tin
press wagons for decrepit kin and
lounging robes for relative- who never
had time to lounge, and rnanieiire >v’s
where she had intended in ante-buy
ing wisdom to give carpet swe per*.
She had packed and wrapped
Christmas boxes all evening, and
when she ate supper th«* meat tasted
like the Merry Christmas stickers,
and hated the plate ^because it
wa*s white, and so is^issue pa per, and
before she broke her bread . ■ me-
butlon of thirty-seven presents which
must go by mail in the morning,
venty-two that must be sent by ex-
n not later than day after to-mor
row and forty-four that must be
i • ady by Christmas morn, twenty-one
• f which must yet be bought, three
were unllished, and eleven were yet :o
be tyegun, she had wrapped up har
baby, and pasted it with Merry
Christmas stickers, and had fallen
asleep while waitihg 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
I condor and forgiving when they find
' their breakfast * ggs tied In ribbons,
1 1 Merry Christmas stickers and
colly served as breakfast food, for It
the season when no w man with
the genuine Christmas spirit is ac
countable.
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and I’m needed upstair?.” Then there
was some mor^ conversation between
the doctors, and then the doctor : irr * i
to me again. “But Dr. Jlamriemd v. 1
show you around. Ry that time I’ll
be ready to .take you home "
Dr. Hammond did not seem a' all
thrilled at the Idea fie was most !n-
professipnaj?
_ of my 1
to refuse to go b:j’ T did war : to -r-•
the hospital. So we started, and It
As? we walked out of the room the j
doctor went on ahead, and Dr. Ham
mond looked at me very closely. “To
be continued in our next,” he saM, quite
seriously. “When?"
"Why, any time, I answered, try
ing ndt to took surprised And so he
is coming down Wednesday I put on
my sport coat this morning and it
had such a dear funny npedlcJne smell.
It must he great fun to be a nurse--
In some hospitals
chanically tied a Ghri
sti
nas ribb
on
around it.
After supper she rose
th the ba
by
in her arms and w< nt to
1)
•r room and
put it to bed. Half an
ho
ur later h
< r
husband'’ walked in, a
nd
found
ilj
wife in a heavy sleep
o
1 the flo
>r,
while on the beu lay a b
fg
Duni !<> do
nd
in White tissue paper, a
id
w rapped
in
red ribbon, with a bur;
h
of holly
>n
top. A card attached i
cn
1: “A sm
ail
token of my love, vv i»•
ish< v for
a
Merry’ f'hriMmu
But when was the ha
7 The hu
band searched the ro<>
m
-for It, a
nd
had about decide ’ tin-
ne
gh boars h
-d
borrowed it when the
B.sue f»at
• r
bundle stifrei,'
With a cry of D iirbt
tore off •
red and green ribbon
unVvrapt
ed
yards of white tissue pa
the baby inside!
r and fou
lts lips were fastern- *
to
get her w
• ’lirirftmas stick' t> an '
:g> of n:
tletoe were sticking fi
i its ea
while more Merry < . a
pas 1 ed its eyes .shut, an
i jLh Alls ti p
card was laid bn its hr
The mother didn’t ir
her baby; don't think t
t for a m
men;, in a fit a
mindedi : b: 1
K..<i th:.i
ri-
ious kill
of lh%
Rough On Samuel-
The screams which were issuing
from the little house were heartrend
ing. Jt seemed as If a terrible trag-
dy must be in progress and an anx-
not of people gathered In front
house and wondered why
*m< »ne had not sufficient courage
to enter and rescue the victim.
At last an unconcerned youth came
out of the front door, whistling, and
no of the spectators buttonholed
him.
“What’s going on in your house?"
Ik a kid “What’s the meaning of
thusf fearful screams?”
i: h ?” sold the youth. "Oh”—as a!
marrow freezing w r ail floated down I
• >:. “oh, that Sammy! You!
’ , v. nile he was playing in the pan- I
morning he knocked the Jar!
■ hi o-k treacle off the shelf on to his j
• «; i now mother’s combing hts j
hair that’s all!” *
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