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A nr D A V ^ Thrilling Story of
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(From the play tv Genrftr ar-
borough. now heiiig prooentetl ai the
Thirty-ninth Street Thooter. New Torts.
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TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
“It is very human, my child I can
scarcely advise you to do less ”
But despair overwhelmed the girl
Again In Its noisome bias k mist
• No. it is all hopeless- hopeless
“What a hopeless? ' asked the Cap
tain, cheerll.\ He tossed the word away
from her -and himself- as if it never
had existed.
“My name' The man has my name
written in a r«1 morocco hook You
see I am oought in the toils '
“1 have that also, and a box of black-,
mailing letters Here they are. Kind
the one that belongfi to you. Aline
The girl looked up at him as 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’
Hi* simple nobility nerved her to her
final revelation. In meeting such a j
man as he she must be fair—fair to
him at any cost. If he were to be her
champion In ail her nightmare of hor
rors. he must know all.
She spoke very quietly now Her
t ransoendental moment had com** Per
fect love must he met with perfect
faith. She took that little pink missive
the story of those thr**»* days, the
<*ne story that a ko<wJ 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 <iraham 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 dared not love i
a little pink letter that would tell him 1
how vast the distance between them
She bowed her head and laid the paper
of revelation on the symbolic table that j
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
men and true ' a verdict for or against j
a woman who had taken human life.
Very low and , list and controlled had 1
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 1 read It?"
“It will tell you wny 1 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
depths of her shame. She gasped for
air—for breath, and from a throat m
which the sobs were choking their way
*he gasped
“Yes—a secret marriage—BUT not a
true one—Just a pretense—to fool s girl
that—that believed him.”
“PRETENSE. 1 said Captain Hol
brook. And now there came a change
in his smooth voice—a roughness—a bit
ter tone.
“A mockery arranged by a scoun
drel” said Father Shannon. This priest
knew man nature Perhaps he won
dered if even a man as great-souled as
Larry Holbrook could ever again look at
this girl with the same kindly gentle
ness In eyes that had seen the scarlet
letters on the book of her life
“Don’t—DON'T HATE ME " The
words tore themselves from the girl's
spent heart and forced their way i*ast
sob-racked throat and trembling lips
Captain Iawrence 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 bis own Irish Isle
had spoken words with a sweeter* ring
of sort, true music.
“I’ll And this man—whoever he is—
and bring him to jour feet, went on
, Be soldier.
“I—never w*ant to see hint again."
sobbed the gir!
No Fear.
And it was primitive man—man the
defender of his mate, who answered her
“I 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 so cowardly—so weak—so des
picable to hide while you’re In danger.
I hate myself," cried the girl
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
What .luiiK-r”' l*u*he,1 (he man who
ha.i Irarnrr) wall hi. If,-on of laurh-
ing In the f ace of Car.ger "I war, a
mils ,iw-h at the tints and every
/
mercifully and justly settles over your
dear footprints "
Then he turned to Esther Shannon
—his aide
“Now go while we have the chance “
“You’re the bravest and most wonder
ful man 1 ever knew " “aid Aline, In
an awe-struck tone
Larry laughed off h.s compliment
with the same easy grace he held In
fee f'-r Madame Danger.
“That's what I told her, Father, this
afternoon. New go. dear lady, while
there is time '
But the tune for going in peace had
passed
A knock thudded on the heavy wal*
rut door Like a bird that flutters
to Its neat in the hour of storm, Aline
fled to the shelter she had thought
never to know—to the refuge of her
Captain's irmi,
Hi« arms fasi about her at last
the light of the perfect knowledge that
even If they were worlds apart his lit-
l!e lad.t loved him. Holbrook stood
ready To challenge the world itself fur
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 hful
confessed V.er love for
"They’ve come to arrest you," she
whispered.
But their hearts sang in unison and
quickening blood look up the melody
"Come what may- we love each other
Danger, disgrace, death those can not
separate us. We love WE I/)YE. "
The Police Again.
For the siy.reme moment of a lifetime
Holbrook held his love in arms that
throbbed to enfold her, to hold her fast,
to druw iter 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, loo.
He raised his head high in the
triumph, of sane, clean strength
"Well, what is It?” he called.
In the seconds between the knock and
the answer a world had swung in ita
orbit-’
“Dempster 1 1 want to see you. I^a*
rr."
“All right, sir.”
in a moment Aline had been escorted,
with all the fine chivalry Holbrook
kr.ew. to his own room and the man
had brought himself from heaven hack
to earth and a possible purgatory. He
walked over and lifted his spring latch.
The. door opened, and Chief Dempster,
of the I'nited States Secret Service,
t ame in But he* was not alon»* With
him was Gordon Graham, District At
torn e.v and father of the girl who was
hidden In fatwrence Holbrook s rooms.
“Good evening. Hubert Mr Graham.
•^Hid Father Shannon, with the kindly
eus* the situation needed
“What are you doing here"" demand
ed the Chief
The question. “Or corn* ye in peace,
or come ye in war?" was answered h>
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.
“Ton took that plateholder from the.
• a met a 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 quarrv decided where he must lead
his pursuers.
"I did," he saW. with cheerful im
pudence
“You admit that ?“
“Yes. sir.'
Playing a Part.
"Where is it?"
I-arry nodded indifferently toward the
var> door beyond which he had Just
lod Aline
“The plate-holder Is in my room."
Father Shannon started a hit what
alh*d the lad, he thought was the strain
proving a hit too much'' i*nse why the
madness of attracting attention toward
tite 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,
Larrv answered the irate Chief
To Be Continued Mends
CALL AT THE HOUSE.
nEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
i am twenty and in love with a
girl the same age, and would like
to call 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
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. 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 chance at
happiness.
MAKE BOY FRIENDS.
nEAR 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
F VEF
IL fri
friends, but seemingly luck \p
against me; I simply can’t. Behr-
the only one in the family, I’ D »
lonesome. ANXIOUjf.
SRY 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 is
that through them a man may meet
very nice girls.
YOU MUST REFUSE.
nEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
^ l 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 ROY.
HE is too old for you, and you ar«
too young to marry were she of
the right age. It is pretty eafe to
question the motives of a woman of
twenty-five w’ho urges a boy of
twenty to elope with her.
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By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
HAT must be some book jou
are reading." said the Head
Barber. “You ain’t took
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 is
about a pirate chief that bas 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 vonng 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 he is going to send her
and her mother away on that ship.
k 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 rainbow's, 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 he gone. You will be gone
and when you go the sweetness, too.
will 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
1 will be Jack Saunders, 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 Latiy. "He was very tali and
powerful and handsome, and when he
talked to her his 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 get away with it, and he was tpo
much of a gent to expect her to marrv
him with the kind of a rep he had 1 .
So he kissed her good-bye. the first
and last kiss he 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 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 maid
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 fee:
I guess.” agreed the Manicure Lady.
"It’s bad enough for a woman to set
at home expecting her husband to
come home with a snifter or ttu
aboard, but expecting him to come
home with a cop on either arm to
bid her bood-bye is a lot that no lad
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 them justices of the peace.”
Of Course.
“I didn’t know Bloggs
ried.”
"Oh, yes"
“Who’s his wife?”
"Mrs. Bloggs.”
was mar-
Two little members of the feline family—both soft and fluffy, with
relvet paws and a passion for b°ing petted—both baffling and bright
eyed both the mildest of comrades for three hundred aad sixty-four
days of the year and a scratcher on the three hundred and gixty-fifth.
Seeking a Husband
Just Before Christmas
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE
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CHENEY’S
EXPECTORANT
Cures Whooping Cough, Croup
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•X9«ctoram s!!*tnly Uxatlre Preeen'* ifc* w: >->p
«* Looping cough. Children like Cliaiuy s and has
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and true c^ugh cure. 2I* at drug store? ; Aur;.)
The Speed of the Wind.
Dp to the present the greatest speeu
of the wind has never been measured,
for the simple reason that no instru
ment ha» yet been invented capable of
doing so.
i In ISTn an anemometer on Mount
j Washington registered 186 mile* an
j hour, u nit h is the highest velocity on
‘record, and last November a Robin -
son anemometer was blown away, In
Jamaica, when registering ISO 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 b>
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 ti e trunk of a tree
1» was calculated that such effects
ou!d only have been rroduced b>
force little ’ess than t^a - of a can
non bail —that is to say. the wind
mi:> ave been traveling at the rate
of between 600 and SOo miles an hour.
I HAVE met him He’s a doctor and
I know he* the tight one. prin
cipally because he’s so different
from Dick.
The first time I looked ai him I
really didn’t see anything at all out
of the ordinary. In fact, lota of the
boys I know are better looking But
suddenly like » bolt from heaven tl
think that's really a very good simile!
my reelings changed toward him and
l realized what a deer he is.
And now for the way it happened.
1 had always been anxious to see a
hospital, and 1 new seem to be 111
myself or have any friends that l can
S o and visit Some day I think I'll
e a nurse, only 1 should hate to look
go much like everyone else Well,
to go on with m> story, one day when
wv were out in the machine we passed J
the hospital just as our doctor was
going in.
Lucky thing. 1 though enviously, ami
then 1 called out Just in fun: “Take
me?”
".Sure thing. he responded, “come
right along. and before mother knew
what was happening l was out of the !
machine and flying up the stairs after |
the doctor.
Such a nice medicine sme’ling plat e
ami so many nurses riving around and
one looking Just the same us another'
Suddenly someone came down the 1
stairs three at u time and l looked up
and realised that this someone was
being introduced to me as Dr Ham
mond l looked ut him rather indlf- ;
fersntly. 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 l pricked up my ears
when 1 heard hint say; "Yes. lie’s all
ready for you. spent a pretty good
night W’i’l you go right tip?” Then
they both looked at me. and l laughed.
i always laugh when 1 don’t know what
else to do.
’Teggy I’m afraid you'll have to wa't
f or me down here. said the doctor;
“something unexpected bas 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 tha* time I'll
be ready to take you home
Pr Hamrrond did not seem a r ail
thrilled at the u1*a He was most ir.-
d’ffe-er*- shg’. T -c nro^ess onal’’
ar.d was on the tin of m> tongue
n refuge to $•> bu I d d want to see
the hospita 1 s. we started, and it
was such fun I pecked 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,
f suppose.
“I’ve always wanted to be a nurse.”
I declared, rather at a loss for some
thing to say.
“Oh, have you?" lie said, curtly.
"Perhaps you have onlv been im
pressed with the picturesque side of
it. You know nurses wprk hard, and
their days are rilled with waiting on
other people. Now you spend hours
at a time, probably, with a good book
and « box of candy, or perhaps pav
ing bridge."
"That isn't so," I returned, indig
nantly. furious that he though nn one
of those idle society girls 1 might have
remembered the hours 1 did spend in
just that way "Why. I’m busy tost
of the day myself, and I very seldom
eat candy." That's a lie. because I
adore it.
"indeed!’’ he rejoined. “What do you
do?"
I was dying to tell of all the things
1 was Interested in. but 1 decided that
it was none of his business anyway,
and 1 hated his a:r of polite interest
Besides, we had mad< Quite •< thor
ough tour of inspection b\ now, and
I was tired of having the nurses make
remarks about mv velvet tarn and stun
ning sport coat So ! said coldly: “It
can t be of Verv much interest to you.
ami 1 reabv mustn't keep you any
longer. 1 can wait for the doctor tight
here Please don’t wait."
“Oh. but l want to wait: you haven’i
told me anything about what you do.
ar d i want to know very much. You
see there are so lew gals <>f to-daj
who do anything if they don’t have
to."
"Oh, but that isn't so. real \ you
mustn't think that \yay of us all Why.
there are plenty of worthwhile ;;irls
in the word, and and" icy voice
trailed off. for there stood the doctor
waiting to take me home, and 1 well.
I wasn’t a olt ready to go. ] don’t
think Dr Hammond was readv to have
me go either, for he looked just like
a big. cross boy.
As we walked nut 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. 1 answered, try
ing not to look surprised And so he
is coming down Wednesday 1 put on
mv snort . oat this morning, ar.d t
had such a dear funny mediojr.e smell.
It mutt be great fun to be a nurse
tn some hospitals
Uu and Down.
“T'm going to get married soon and
settle down,” remarked young Deb:-
leigh.
"All very well,” replied his tailor,
! “but I’m far more interested in learn,
ing when you’re going to settle up!"
“I
\M buying only sensible pres
ents this 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. worl ed a saw back ind
forth for fully a quarter of a minute.
She bought this lor Johnny Snr'i*.
and when she reached the next coun
ter site forgot she had wiped him off
her list and that it was time to buy
for 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 robee for relatives who nev. r
had time to lounge, and manicure sets
where she had intended in ante-buy
ing w isdom to give carpet sweepers.
She had packed and wrapped
Christmas boxes all evening, and
when she ate supper the meat tasted
like the Merry Christinas stickers,
ami 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 it.
After supper she rose with tlie baby
in her arms and went to her room ar.d
put it to bed. Half an hour later hoi
husband walked in. and found his
wife in « heavy sleep on the rto >.\
w hile on the bet. lay a big bundle done
in white tissue {.toper, and wrapped In
red ribbon, with a bunch of holly on
top. A card attached read: A snial 1
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 he 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 of mis
tletoe were sticking from its ear3.
while more Merry Christmas stickers
pasted its ey es shut, and a Christmas
card was aid on its breast
The mother didn't intend to harm
her baby . don't think that for a mo
ment. in a fit of worry and absen’-
m.ndedncss. brought on by the distri
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 by Christmas morn, twenty-one
of which must yet be bought, three
were unflished. and eleven were yet o
be 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 and 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 when no w man with
the genuine Christmas spirit is ac
countable.
No Quack.
He entered the village Ohemist’s.
“Say, have you anything that will
cure a cold?” he asked.
“No, sir: I have not, answered tn
pill c^ut ler.
"GiV*- me your hand, for I have
last fovSSd an honest man.”
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 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 1ar
of black treacle off the shelf on to his
head, and now mother's combing his
hair—that’s all!”
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