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—— t £ As a Rule, Men Don't Want Anything for Christmas, and They Are the Only Ones Who Get What They Want ® § An Opportunity ToMake Money iavrntort, men ef ideas *nd taveabve ability, *h<m!d writ# to- Wr war list af isvnlioBi needed, and prize* etferad by leading manufacturers. Mcun ^ or m fat rrtor»«i “Why Saae lw«ur» f ail. How te Get Year Patenr and Year Moaay," aw5 other valuable booklets seat free to aay sddreaa (4£STbs RANDOLPH Si CO Patent Attorsera, G18 “F” Street, N. W WASHINGTON. T*. C. \ r ~T D A V A Thrilling Story of /\ 1 D/A I Society Blackmailers Two Cats Copy night. 1W8. Intentstlnnsl News Serrlco. (Novellred by> (From the plav - — be: by George Scar- h( dkh. now being presented at the , b n .nth Street Theater, New York. ‘ , r’ghts held and copyrighted by International News Service.) 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! 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