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Copy night. 1W8. Intentstlnnsl News Serrlco.
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TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
• It is very human, my child. I can
scarcely advise you to do less."
Bllt despair overwhelmed the girl
again In its noisome black mist.
\ . it Is all hopeless—hopeless."
"What’s hopeless?" asked the Cap-
tab - eerily. He tossed the word away
trorr. ;er -and himself—as If It never
had existed.
• My name! The man has my name
fitter In a red morocco book. You
e«e I am cought in the tolls."
•t have that also, and a box of black-*
mailing letters. Here they are. Find
the 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
f P lt the enveloping strength of a ten-
, greater than she had dreamed
a man could offer even to a spotless
woman, and now 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 all.
She spoke very quietly now Her
.ansoendental moment had come. Per
fect love must be met with perfect
'aith She tcok 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.
T 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 fled 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
of revelation on the symbolic table that
•ay between her and her forbidden love
Then sho waited the verdict—even as
she felt shf* must soon wait a greater
verdict—a verdict from "twelve good
men and true’ a verdict for or against
a woman who had taken human life.
Very low and ^iiet 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.
And now in a deeper, stronger, more
controlled voice Holbrook replied: "Why
should I read it?”
“It will tell you why I was there—in
Flagg’s house,” said the girl in deep
ening shame.
"Does Father Shannon know?" asked
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 was to
be a man whose love she could trust.
| But Holbrook had not yet measured the
j depths of her shame. She gasped for
air—for breath, and from a throat in
which the sobs were choking their way
•he 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
m his smooth voice—a roughness—a hit
ter tone.
\ mockery arranged by a scoun
drel. saH Father Shannon. This priest
knew man nature. Perhaps he won
dered if even a man as great-souled as
Arr\ Holbrook could ever again look at
81H with the .same kindly gcntle-
ness * n eyes that, had seen the scarlet
ett «r» on the book of her life.
Don’t—DON’T HATE ME " *Che
*r>rds tore themselves from the girl’s
spent heart and forced their way past
sob-racked throat and trembling lips.
1 apfaln Lawrence Holbrook, defender
l° 8 t causes, leaned across the barrier
a ble that divided them and spoke to
bn® woman he had chosen for a su
preme love.
Hate you—would I hate a bird with
3 broken wing? Though perhaps I’ve
no r 'ght to say It now—I tell you be-
f ore Father Shannon—I love you, dear.'*
\nd never a poet of his own Irish Isle
,ad spoken words with a sweeter ring
cif^oft. true music.
• *1 find this man—whoever he is—
and bring him to your feet,’’ went on
the soldier.
1 never want to see him again,"
■•nhed the girl.
No Fear.
And it was primitive man—man, the
Render of his mate, who answered her.
1 w 'ant ONE look at him. But we’re
0,lr g time Father Shannon—If they’re
cominer for me—take Miss Graham
h °rne. please.”
Ir 's so cowardly—so weak -so des-
D able to hide while you’re in danger.
"What danger?" laughed the man who
had learned well his lesson of laugh
ing In the face of danger. "1 was a
mile away at the time—and every
hour they waste over me an hour's dvst
mercifully and Justly settles over your
dear footprints."
Then he turned to Father Shannon
—his aide.
"Now go- while we have the chance."
"You’re the bravest and most wonder
ful man I ever knew," said Alina, 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 I toki 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. Like a bird that flutter*
to Ita neat In the hour of atorm, Aline
fled to the ahelter she had thought
never to know-—to the refuge of her
Captaln’a arma.
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. "Let
them knock again!"
Holding him close In her arms—cling
ing to him while there was indeed yet
time—before the 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.
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. wfc LOVE.”
The Police Ag-ain.
For the supreme moment of & 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
from 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.
Tn the seconds between the knock and
the answer a world had swuhg in Its
orbit.
"Dempster! I want to see you, I^ar
rr."
“All right, sir."
Tn a moment Aline had been escorted
with all the fine chivalry Ilolbroo
knew, to his own room—and the mar
hpd 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, j
of the United Siates Secret Service, 1
^ Kv NELL BRINKLEY
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
At-
him was Gordon Graham, District
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 here?” demand
ed the Chief.
The question. "Or come y© in peace,
or come 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. He was so sure of his ground
—so certain where his trail led—that
he could afford to smile 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.
"You admit that?"
"Yes. sir."
CALL AT THE H0U8E.
QffAR Ml 88 FAIRFAX:
I am twenty and in love with a
girl the tame age. and would like
to call on her, but she lives with
her »ister, and keepa house for her,
and la dependent on her sister and
brother and brother-in-law for her
support; and her slater refuses to
le-t her receive or meet gentlemen
friends What would you advise
me to do to meet her without do
ing so In secret? L. R. K.
f AM pleased with your frankness; It
l Indicates an honesty of purpose
that should disarm the girl’s rela
tlvea Call and let your Intentions be
known. Surely If you prove your-
§elf a worthy young man the sister
will not deny the girl her chanca at
happiness.
MAKE BOY FRIENDS.
HEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young man of seven
te*n, but look older and have older
habits. I am a decent fellow and
don’t go around with other lads. Y
have tried hard to make girl
friends. but seemingly luck la
against me; I almply can’t. Being
the only one In the family, I'm
lonesome. ANXIOUS.
E VERT young man should have
friends among young men. If
they are nice, clean young men their
friendship is the best Investment he
can make. An additional reason 1s
that through them a man may meet
very nice girls.
YOU MUST REFUSE.
nEAR MISR 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 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 wero one of
tho 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.
THE MANICURE LADY
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
4 H A T must be some book jou
I are reading,” said the Head
* Barber. "You ain’t took II
away from your nose for an hour.”
"It is a fine story.” said the Mani
cure Lady "All romance and aJ-
venture. Gee. George. I guess I ain’t
never going to get past the age when
romance appeals to ma 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 g^eat launch and a crew
of hard men that he rules by feai^
A yowng girl and her mother are
shipwreck© .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 ahtp coming In the dis
tance. and he 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 breeae 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,
w jH vanish. All the good that
has been creeping to the surface cf
me since your arrival will be gone
when you are gone, and once more
I will be Jack Saanders. bully and
buccaneer. Goodby. dream girl, good-
by-’ ”
*'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
powerful and handsome, and when he
talked to her kts voice got soft and
tender, but both of them knew their
love was hopeless, because she knew
that no lady could marry a pirate
and g*t away with It, and he was toe
mueh of a gent to expect her to marry
him with the kind of a rep he had
So he kissed her good-by*, the flret
and last kiss he ever was to know of
hors, 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 changed his 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 rpar-
rled Oh, well, maybe they wu Juet
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
walla.”
"That would be how she would feel,
1 guess.” agreed the Manicure Lady.
“It’s bad enough for a woman to set
at home expecting her husband to
come home with & snifter or two
aboard, but expecting him to oomi
home with a cop on either arm to
bid her bood->ye Is a lot that no lady
ought to share with the man she
loves. 1 wouldn't marry no pirate
myself. I couldn’t have no churoh
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 Blog*, was
rled."
“Oh, yes"
VWho’s hla wlfef"
“Mra. Bios**."
Two little members of the feline family—both soft and fluffy, witb
velvet paws and a passion for being petted—both baffling and bright
eyed—both the mildest of comrades for three hundred and sixty-four
days of the year and a scratcher on the three hundred and sixty fifth.
Seeking a Husband
By CONSTANCE CLARKE
Just Before Christmas
By FRANCES L GARSIDE.
Uu and Down.
"I’m going to get married soon and
settle down,” remarked young Debt-
Jeigh.
No Quack.
entered the village chemist's,
have you anything that will
He
j "Say,
! cure a cold?” he asked.
„ . _ , , ,, "No, sir; I have not, answered the
All very well, replied his tailor, j pjjj rom pller
••but I m far more Interested In learn, j >' Glv( , me your han(! for j hav „ ^
lng when you're going to settle up!” last found an honest man.”
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 portals
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 his 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.
1 hate
myself.’’ cried the girl.
CHENEY'S
expectorant
Cures Whooping Cough, Croup
gunning of the nost*, sor* throai. Cheney's
laxative Prevan'* the whoop
K eough. Children like Cheney’s and has
• market fifty years. Take rh> old. tried
- cure. .*3o at .«irup stores. — (AdU.)
The Speed of the Wind.
Up to the 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
Washing-ton 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
- .me storm another plank was driven
three inches into the trunk of a tree.
It was calculated that such effects
could onlv have been produced by a
force little less than that of a can
non ball—that is to say. the wind
must have been traveling at the rate
of betHeen.6uU-and.iUJ0 mules an hour.
I HAVE met him He’s a doctor and
I know he’s the right one. nrln-
cipallv because he's so different
from Dick.
The first time 1 looked at him 1
really didn’t see anything at all out
of the ordinary.. In fact, lots of the
boys I know are better looking. But
suddenly like a bolt from heaven (I
think that's really a very good simile)
my feelings changed toward him and
I realized what a dear he is.
And now for the way it jhappened
I had always been anxious'to see a
hospital, and I never seem to be 111
myself or have any friends that I can
go and visit. Some a ay I think 1*11
he a nurse, only I should hate to look
so much like everyone else Well,
to go on with my story, one day when
w# were out in tho machine we passed
the 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 I was out of the
machine and flying up the stairs after
the doctor
Such a nice medicine sme'llng 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
arid realized that this someone was
being Introduced to me as Dr. Ham
mond. I looked at him rather Indif
ferently. and wondered if all Internes
wore white He looked exactly like
the owner or 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 1 pricked up my ears
when I heard him say: “Yes. he’s all
ready for you; spent a pretty good
night. Will you go right up?" Then
thev both looked at me, and I laughed.
I always laugh when I don’t know what
else to do.
“Peggy. I’m afraid you'll have to wait
for me down here." said the doctor;
"something unexpected has happened,
and I’m needed upstairs.” Then there
was some more conversation between
the doctors, and then the doctor turned
to me again. "But Dr. Hammond 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. Tie was most in
different—or shall I say professional?
--and it was on the tip of my tongue
to refuse to g.. but I did want to see
the hospital. 8o we started, and it
was such fun. I peeked into the wards,
and. In fact, made myself so very fas
cinating that f didn't see how anyone,
could be cold and distant, even a house
physician, who has lots to think about,
T suppose.
"I'ye always wanted to be a nurse.
1 declared, rather at a loss for som*
thing to say.
"Oh. have you?* He said, curtly.
"Perhaps, you have only been Im
pressed with the picturesque side of
ft.- You know nurses work hard, and
their days are filled with waiting on
other people. Now you spend hours
at a time, probably, with a good book
and a box of candy, or perhaps play
ing bridge"
r ‘That lsh‘t so." I returned, lndig
nantly, furious that he though me one
of those Idle society girls T might have
remembered the hours 1 did spend in
Just that way. "Why. I’m busy lost
of the day myself, and r very seldom
eat oandy ’’ That’s a lie, because I
adore ft.
''Irideod!*' he rejoined “What do you
do?"
I was dying to tell of all the things
T was Interested in. but I decided that
it was none of his business anyway,
arid I hated his air of polite interest
Besides, we had made quite a thor
ough tour of inspection by now. and
T was tired of having tbe nurses make
remarks about my velvet tarn and stun
ning sport coat. So T said ooldly: "It
can t be of very much Interest to you.
and T 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
■f told me anything about what you do,
and I want to know very much. You
i see there are so few girls of to-dav
who do anything If they don’t have
I to ”
"Oh, but that Isn’t so, really; vou
mustn't think that w a Y ua Why.
there are plenty of worthwhile girls
in the world, and and"—-my voice
trailed off, for then* stood the doctor
waiting to take me home, and I 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
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
bp 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 funny medicine smell.
It mifst be gr^af fun to he a nurse
in some hospitals.
AM buying only sensible pres
ents this year," said the worn
an who is the heroine in this
little lale, and then she went down
into her shopping bag for the nione*y
to pay for a little tin man. who, when
wound up, worked a saw hack and
forth for fully a quarter of a minute.
She bought this for Johnny Km!‘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
for Aunt Eliza, and bought a fop that
will spin three minutes. "That," sho
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 time to lounge, and manicure sets
where she had intended In ante-buy
ing wisdom to give carpet sweeper*.
She had packed and wrapped
Christmas boxes all evening, and
when she at^ supper the meat tasted
like the Merry Christmas stickers,
and sho hated the plate because !t
was white, and so is tissue paper, and
before she broke her bre;<d she me
chanically tied a Christmas ribbon
around it.
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 w r alked 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 bunch of holly on
top. A card attached read: "A small
token 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 b<° tore off the
red and green ribbons, unwrapped
yards of white tissue paper and found
the baby inside!
Its lips were fastened together with
Christmas stickers, and twigs df nr
tletoe were sticking from its ear
while more Merry Christinas stickej
pasted its eyes shut, and a Oiristm
card was laid on its breast.
The mother didn't Intend to harm
her baby; don't think that for a nv
ment. In a fit of worry and ab-< '
mindedness, brought on by the disiri- I
hiitlon of thirty’ - -seven presents which j
must go by mail In the morning,
twenty’-two that must he cent by ex- •
press not later than day after to-mor
row and forty-four that must be
ready by Christmas morn, twenty-one
of which must yet be bought, three
were unflisliAd, and eleven wore y’et ro
be begun, she had wrapped up h.>r
baby, and pa.sted It with Merry
Christmas stickers, and had ffllhr.i
asleep while waiting for the express
wa-gon.
There Is a warning 1n this little
ta.le: It Is to the husbands, that they
watch their wives carefully, and be
tender and forgiving when they find
their breakfast eggs tied In ribbons,
and Merry Christinas stickers and
holly served as breakfast food, for it
is the season when 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 why
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 y*our 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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