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Society Blackmailers
Two Cats ,*
Copy right, 1013. International New* Service.
By NELL BRINKLEY
(Novelized fcy>
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she
ten-
had dreamed
offer even to a spot lea*
iow it wan being; given
(From the ilH'
borough, now being pre»"*nte<i at
Thirty-ninth Strict Theater. New Urk.
Periai r ghts hel.1 and copyrighted by
international News Service.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"It la very human, my child I <*ar
scarcely advlee you to do !es.«
But despair overwhelmed the girl
again in its noisome Mack mist
"No. it is all hopeless hopeless
"What's hopelesa?’' asked the Cap
tain. cheerily Me tossed the word away
from her and himself as if it never
had existed.
"My name’ The man ha* my name
written In a red morocco hook. You
see I am cought in the toils
"f have that also, and a box of black;
mailing letters Here they are. Kind
the one that belongs to you. Aline
The girl looked up at him as If he
were a worker of beautiful magic
Through the chill of all her tears
felt the enveloping strength of
detness greater than she
a man could
woman, and
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 knew all.
£he spoke very quietly now Her
transcendental moment had come Per
fect love must he met with perfect
faith. She took that tittle pink missive
the story of those three days, the
one story that a go<*d 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 mar. she loved.
But the real harrier between them was
a wall of her own raising. She hud j
built it six years before, when a ru- ,
mantle and foolish schoolgirl had trust- i
ed her father too little and her lover !
too much and had fled to "three days
by a summer aea And to-night Aline
held out to the man she dared not love .
a little pink, letter that would tell him I
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
•d to Hat her Shannon
compliment
he held in
"Now go while we ha
"You're (he bra veal an
ful man 1 ever knew. ’
an awe-struck tone.
Larry laughed off hli
with the sa • gra
!*■*» for Madame Hanger
"Thai's what I told her. Fat her, 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-
rut door. Like a bird that flutters
to its nest in the hour of storm. Aline
fled to the shelter ahe had thought
never to know—to the refuge of her
Captain's arms
His arms fait about her ai last In
tin- light of the perfect knowlenge that
even if they were worlds apart his llt-
t'e lady loved him. Holbrook stood
ready to challenge the world Itself for
hls love.
"Oh, God bless them," he cried. ' l<et
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
greai Marry eyes to the man she ha/1
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.
Hanger, disgrace, death- these can not
separate us. We love WE U)\'K."
The Police Again.
For the supreme moment of a lifetime
Holbrook held his love in arms that
throbbed to enfold her, to hold her fast,
to draw her closer and closer and so
defy tin* world. And then he knew
that he must protect what he loved
fro/n the world and from his own wild
blood, too.
He raised hls 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 ils
orblf.
"Hempster! 1 want to see you. I,ar
rjr.”
I "All right, sir."
In a moment Aline had been escorted.
I with all the fine chivalry Holbrook
i knew. lt> hie own room—and ihe man
tl,e felt ,h. must soon wait a greater j ha,) br "" gh ', from Heaven back
verdict -a verdict from "twelve K „, ld | eurtl. uml a pokalble purgalon He
■ walked over and lifted hls spring lately
Tne door opened, a
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 l waa 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—s 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 v eath, and from a throat in
which the sobs were choking their way
she gasped;
"Yes—a secret marriage—BUT not a
true one—just a pretense—to fool a girl
that—that believed him.”
"PRETENSE." said Captain Hol
brook. And now there came a change
in hls 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 ns
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 past
sob-racked throat and trembling lips
Captain Lawrence Holbrook, defender
of lost causes, leaned across the barrier
table that divided them and spoke to
the woman he had chosen for a su
preme love.
"Hate you—would I hate a bird with
a broken wing? Though perhaps I’ve
no right to say It now—I tell you be
fore Father Shannon—I love you, dear.'*
And never a poet of his own Irish Isle
had spoken words with a sweeter ring
of soft, true music
•Til gnd this man--whoever he Is
and bring him to your feet," went on
the soldier.
"I—never want to see him again,"
sobbed the girl.
No Fear.
he must lead
with cheerful im-
nd Chief Dempster,
of the I'nited Stales Secret Service,
came in But he was not alone. With
him was Gordon Graham, District At
torney and father of the girl who was
hidden In laiwrence Holbrook’s rooms
"Good evening. Robert Mr. Graham,''
said Father Shannon, with the kindly
the situation needed.
"What are you doing here?" demand
ed the Chief
The question, "Or come ye In peace,
or come ye in war*"’ was answered by
• hls militant tone
j "Don’t answer him. Faiher,' -eald Hol-
I brook, with quick decision. "But won't
you gentlemen sit down?"
Dempster wasted no time in declaring
hltnaelf.
"You took that plateholder from the.
camera in Flaggs room to-night." he
declared, belligerently but pleasantly
withal. He was ao sure of his ground
so certain where hls trail led that
he could afford to smile on hls quarry
There was a moment's pause. Then
the quarry decided w her
hla pursuers.
"1 did,” he said,
pudenee
"You admit that?"
"Yes. sir"
Playing a Part.
"Where is It?"
I-arry nodded indifferently toward the
very door beyond which he had just
led Aline.
"The plate-holder is In my room."
Father Shannon started a hit 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 a a her presence
remained ungucssad?
"Go get it’ ' commanded the Chief,
angrily.
Holbrook leaned against his high
mantel with supreme Indifference, and
gave his moat 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.
The Speed of the Wind.
Up to the present the greatest speed
of the wind bus never been measured,
for the simple reason that no Instru
ment has yet been Invented capuble of
doing so
And it was primitive man -man. ih# | in 1878 tin ..nomometer on Mount
defender of hls mate, who answered her | Washington registered 1M» miles an
"I want ONE look at him But we're] Lour, which is the highest velocity on
losing time Father Shannon—If they're n or ^* ' n ‘ Nu\ ember u Hobin-
j son anemometer was blown away, in
I Jamaica, w hen registering 120 miles
t>er hour.
take Mias Graham j ‘
coming for me
home, please ”
"It’s so cowardly—so wreak—so des
picable to hide while you’re in danger.
I hate myself " cried the girl.
CHENEY’S
EXPECTORANT
Cures Whooping Cough, Croup
Cold*, rvmnlnt *f the niw. scr* Uiro**, Chnar >
F.rp«c»oT*r* ftllghtly lax*’!** Fret mi’s thP whoop
lc *hoorin* rough Children like Cbanty's *nd has
'en oi' the market fifty year* T*kt the old. tried
atd irie coa*n cur*. *ic al drv* alure* tAdn.;
*-r than that At various times at-
I tempts ;utve been made to estimate
J the velocity Of v ind in a tornado by
j ob*rr\:n r its affects. For instance.
,n 1875 a hoard of pine wood was
• blown against and tight through a
telegraph pole. whilst during th*
same storm another plank was driven
three inches into the irur.* of a tree
It was calculated ih.it such effects
could only have been produced by a
force little Irr? than t a - of a can
non hall—that is to say the wind
must have been traveling at the rate
of between 6b0 and SOU miles an hour.
\
Two little members of the feline family—both soft and fluffy, with
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 •Uty-fifth.
Seeking a Husband
Just Before Christmas
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
1 HAVE met him He’s a doctor and
I know he's the right on*, prin
cipally because he's ao different
from Dick.
The first time 1 looked at him 1
really didn t see anything at all out
of the ordinary. In fact, lota of the
boys 1 know are better looking But
suddenly like a bolt from heaven (1
think that's really a very good simile!
my feelings changed toward him and
1 realized what a dear he is
And now for the way It happened.
1 had always been anxious to see a
hospital, and l never seem to he ill
myself or have any friends that I can
go and visit Some uay l think I'll
he a nurse, only l should hate to look
so much like everyone else Well,
to go on with my story, one day when
we were out in the machine we passed
the hospital Just as our doctor was
going in.
Lucky thing. 1 though enviously, and
then 1 .called out just in fuu. "Take
me?"
"Sure thing. ' he responded, "come
right along." and before mother knew
what was happening 1 was out of the
machine and flying up the stairs after
the doctor.
Such a nice medicine srne'ling place,
and so many nurses flying around and
one looking Just tho same as another!
Suddenly someone came down the
stairs three at a time and l looked up
ami realized thut this someone was
being introduced to me as Dr Ham
rrumd I looked at him rather Indif
ferently. and wondered if all Internes
wore white He looked exactly like
the owr.tr of the gotnl ship Nancy Hell,
or something like thut, but It was most
becoming t•> him
However, he didn’t pay much atten
tion to me. and 1 pricked up my ears
when 1 heard him **«' : "Yes, he’s all
readc for you. spent a pretty good
night Wi’l you go right up?" Then
they both looked at me and I laughed
1 always laugh when l don't know what
else to do.
"Peggy I’m afraid you’ll have to wait
fni m» down here." said the doctor,
"something unexpected Has happened,
and I’m needed up* a is' Then there
was some more conversation between
the doctors, and then the doctor turned
to me again Rut D- Hammond wtr
show vou around By that time I’ll
he readv to take you home
Dr Hammond did • <*•• seem at all
thrilled at the dea He most !n-
diffe-en shal' I .«•> orofes* onal"
and ■ was on ‘ \ • 'Litre
io refuse to g. ’tu' I did want ’•> see
the hospital. s«.» we started, and it
was such fun 1 peeked into the wards,
and. In fact, made myself so very fas
cinating that I didn't see how anyone
could be cold and distant, even a house
physician, who has lots to think about,
I suppose.
"I've always wanted to be a nurse."
1 declared, rather at a loss for some
thing to say.
"Oh. have you'"' he said, curtly.
"Perhaps you have only heen Im
pressed with the picturesque side of
It. 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."
"That isn’t so," l returned, indig
nantly. furious that he though me one
of those idle society girls 1 might have
remembered the hours I did speno in
just that wav "Why. I’m busy mat
of the day myself, and l very seldom
eat candy.” That's a lie, because I
adore It
"Indeed!” he rejoined "What do you
do?"
1 was dying to tell of all the things
! was Interested in. but I decided that
it was none of his business anyway,
and l hated his air of polite Interest.
H» s?des. we had made quite a thor
ough tour of inspection by now. and
I was tired of having the nurses make
remarks about my velvet tarn and stun
ning sport coat. So 1 said coldly: "It
can t be of very much interest to you,
and 1 real’y mustn’t keep you any
longer I can watt for the doctor right
here Please don’t wait."
"Oh. but I want to wait; you haven't
told me anything it >ui w
ami 1 want to know very much. You
see there are -o few girls of to-day
who do anything if they don’t have
to.’’
“Oh. hnt 'hat isn’t so. really, vou
mustn’t think that way of us all'. Why.
there are plenty of worthwhile girls
in the wror’d. and and” try voice
trailed off. for there sto.nl the doctor
waiting to take me home, and I well.
1 wasn't a nit ready to *•> I don’t
think Dr Hammond was read\ to have
tne go either, for he looked just like
a hlg cross boy.
A* we walked out of the room the
doctor went on ahead and Dr Ham
mond looked at me very closeo "To
be continued 'n our next. ’ he said, quite
aenous!> "When""
"Why. any time 1 answered, try
ing not to look sun-mised Ard * . he
is coming d v» n Wednesday 1 r"> : en
my sport morn r« and
had su< n .* -no funny medicine smell
It mus: bo r-nt fun io be a nurse
in some hospitals.
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
CALL AT THE HOUSE.
taF!AR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am twenty and in love with a
girl the same age. and would like
to call on her. but she lives writh
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 without do
ing so in secret? L. S. K.
1 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
friends. but seemingly luck is
against me; I simply can’t. Being
the only one in the family, r m
lonesome. ANXIOUS.
E VERY 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:
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 ahe want*
me to elope with her, and I write
to you for advice, as I am anxious
to get married. LE ROY.
S HE is too old for you. and you ar*
too young to marry were she 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.
THE MANICURE LADY
“T";
A r>,
By WILLIAM F. KIRK
HAT must be some book jou
reading.” said the Head
Barber. "You ain't took L
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 has got a
college education but he is a bad
egg and has a Island In the South
Seas and a great launch and a crew
of hard men that he rules by fear.
A young girl and her mother are
shipwrecked 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 dis
tance. and he Is goirg to send her
and her mother away on that ship,
back to her friends. He Is saying
goodby to her. Listen. George:
•“To-morrow that white line of
surf will be thundering on the same
shore, casting up its spray and mak
ing tiny rainbows, but you will not
be here. The breeze will sway the
palms to-morrow, rustling through
the green leaves with a touch as
gentle as a baby’s kiss, but you will
not hear it. The sun will shine down
on my stronghold, searching every
dark nook an-d corner and revealing
my way of living this brief life, but
you will be gone. You will be gone
and when you go the sweetness, too,
will vanish. All the good that
has been creeping to the surface of
me since your arrival will be gone
when you are gone, and once more
X w m be Jack Saunders, bully and
buccaneer. Goodby, dream girl, good-
by-’ ”
•T suppose she felt kind of sad at
that.‘ s 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 hls 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 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 he ever was to know of
hers, and her and her mother took
the ship and sailed away. ,v 11 .ends
awful sad. and that's the only part
of the book I don’t like. If lte"fcouH
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 mar
ried. Oh, well, maybe they wait just
as well off after all, the way matri
mony goes nowadays.”
”1 suppose she done the right thins
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 h«
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 n, snifter or two
aboard, but expecting him to come
home with a cop on either arm to
bid her bood-bve Is a'lot that no ladv
ought to share with the man she
loves. 1 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 was mar
ried.”
"Oh, yes ’’
“Who’s his wife?”
"Mrs. Bloggs."
Uu and Down.
“I’m going to get married soon and
ettle down," remarked young Debt-
! leigh.
“All v?ry well,” replied his tailor,
I "but I'm far more interested in learn,
i ing when you're going to settle up!”
No Quack.
lie entered the village rheraist' c
"Say, have you anything that will
cure a cold?” he asked.
"No, sir; 1 have not, answered 11
pill compiler.
“Give me your hand, for I have n.t
last found an honest man.”
AM buying only sensible pres
ents this year,” said the wom
an who is the heroine in this
little tale, and then she w r ent down
into her shopping bag for the money
to pay for a little tin man, who, when
wound up, worked a 9a" back and
forth for fully a quarter of a minute.
She bought this for Johnny Sm”l ,
and when she reached the next eoun-
| ter she forgot she had wiped him otf
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 mat 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 sweepers.
She had packed and wrapped
Christmas boxes all evening, and
when she ate supper the meat tasted
like the Merry Christmas stickers,
and she hated the plate because it
was white, and so is tissue paper, and
before she broke her bread she me-
chanicall\ lied 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 walked in. and found bis
wife in a heavy sleep on the floor,
while t»n the beu lay a big bundle done
in white tissue paper, and wrapped in
red ribbon, with a bunch of holly *n
top. A card attached read: "A snvlR
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 bid
borrowed It when the tissue paper
bundle stirred
With a cry of fright he tore off •
red and green ribbons, unwrapped
yards of white tissue paper and found
the baoy inside'
Its lips were fastened together w ih
Christmas stickers, and twigs of mis
tletoe were sticking from its ears,
while more Merry Christmas stickers
pa*rod its e>es shut and a Christmas
card was laid on *ts hre;-!*
Tiie mother didn't intend f r ha m
her hal»v don't think tha* for .• nti
men:, in a flf of worry and absen’-
I minded ness, 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 h^r
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 ribbon*',
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.
SPECIAL HOLIDAY
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 noL 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
sa*, while he was playing in the pan
try this morning he knocked the jar
of black treacle off the shelf on to h : s
head, and now mother's combing his
hair—that’s all! ”
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