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Tha man has my name written In a r*d morocco book. You •ae I am oought tn tha ton*’’ "I hara that alao. and a bo* of black-, mailing letter* Hera they are Find tha one that belongs to you. .Aline Tha girl looked up at him as If ha were a worker of beautiful magic Tbrm,gh tha chill of all har fears aha felt the enveloping strength of a tan tiemes* greater than she had dreamed a man could offer avan to a apotlees woman, and now It was being given freely to her! Hit simple nobility nerved har to bar final revelation. In meeting auch a man aa he ahe muat be fair—fair to him at any coat. If ha were to be her champion In all her nightmare of hor rors. ha muat know all. Khe spoke very' quietly row Her transcendental moment had come Per fect leva must be mat with perfect A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers “What danger**' laughed tha man who had learned well hi* lesson of laugh* ing In the face nf danger "I waa a mile away at the time and every hour they waste over me an hour’s difst mercifully and justly settle* over your dear footprints Then ha turned to Father Shannon —his aide Now go while we have tha chance M ‘ Vou re the bravest and most wonder ful man I ever knew," said Alina, In an a we-struck tone I^rry laughed off his compliment with tha same easy grace he held In fee for Madams Danger. "That's what I told her. Father, this afternoon Now go, dear lady, while there Is time But tha time for going In peaoa had passed. A knock thudded on the heavy wal nut door. Lika a bird that flutters to Its neat In tha hour of etorm, Alina fled to the shelter aha had thought never to know—to tha refuge of har Captaln’a arms. HI* anna faat about her at laat In the light of the perfect knowledge that even If they were worlds apart hla lit tle lady loved him, Holbrook stood ready to challenge the world Itself for his love. "Oh, God bless them,' 1 h# cried 'T*et them knock again!” Holding him close In her arms ding 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 aha had confessed her love for. "They've come to arrest you," ahe whispered But their hearts sang !n unison and faith Hhe took that little pink missive J quickening blood took up the melody "Come what may—we love each other Danger, disgrace, death—these can not ' separate us. We love WK LOVE." 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 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 In the seconds between the knock and the answer a world had swung In Ita orbit. "Dempster! I want to see you, l#ar ry." "All right, sir.” In a moment Aline had been escorted, j with all the fine chivalry Holbrook j knew, to hi* own room- and the man had brought himself from heaven back to earth and a possible purgatory. Ht walked over ami lifted his spring latch. The door opened, and Thief Dempster, 1 of the 1’nited States Secret Service. Very low and -,,let and controlled trad I ln Kut h . wa „ wlth t.een her voice a» »h. held °m her won | hlm « urdon < j r , h .m, District At torney and father of the girl who was hidden In l^awrenca Holbrook's rooms "Good evening. Robert Mr. Graham." ihe story of those three daya, the one story that a good woman would fHthcr die than have to tell tha man nhe loves from its hiding place ln the bosom of her gown. I have the one that balonga 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 Bui the real barrier between them was t wall of her own raising She had built Jt six years before, when a ro mantic and foolish schoolgirl had trust ed her father too little and her lover oo much and had fled to "three days ;■> a summer sea." And to-night Aline held out to the man ahe 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 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 a woman who had taken human life. letter the letter for which Flagg had died and said. "Will you read it?’’ How He Knew And now ln a deeper, stronger, more controlled voice Holbrook replied: "Why should I read It?" ’It will tell you why I waa there tn 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- de* told me- a secret marriuge The girl lifted her Had eyes to the mystery of a great love. Even ln 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 a.r for breath, 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 caine a change in his smooth voice -a roughness a bit ter tone “A mockery arranged by a scoun drel. said Father Shannon. This prieat knew man nature Perhaps he won dered if even a man a a great -aouled as l*a.rry 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 paid 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 »u- preme love. "Hate you—would I hate a bird with a broken wing? Though perhaps I've no right to aay It now—I tell you be fore Father Shannon—I love you, dear." And never a poet of hla own Irish Iale had spoken words with a sweeter ring of soft, true music. “I'll find this man—whoever he la— and bring him to your feet,' 1 went on the soldier. “I never want to aee him again,” •wobed the girl No Fear. And it was primitive man—man tha defender of his mate, who answered her **I want ONE look at him But we’re losing time. Father Shannon—if the> re « on-line for me take Miss Graham home, please "It's so cowardly—so w**ak* so des picable to hlda while you’re In danger. I hate myself,” cried the girl. CHENEY’S EXPECTORANT Cures Whooping Cough, Croup •unnUi* of til* now. *or* Throat. Ch*n*r’« l.jp* • ftlifhUy lazatlr*. Prwenta hr whoop vi 4t < tail ‘'hlldren Ilk* Chaney** and ha* * h< marker ftft> year* Take ’h* old. tried r j« *c ,gh cur*. 25c at drug au>rra (A<tn.) said Father Shannon, with the kindly ease the situation needed. "What are you doing here?" demand ed the Chief The question, "Or come ye In peace, or come je in war? was answered by his militant tone "Don’t answer him. Father.” said Hoi 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 Ills ground so certain where his trail led—that he could afford to smile on his quarry There was a moment's pause. Than the quarry decided where he must lead his pursuers. "1 did," he said, with cheerful im pudence. "You admit that?” "Yes. sir.” Playing a Part. "Whore is it?” 1-arry nodded indifferently toward the verj door beyond which lie had Just led Aline. “The plate-holder is ln 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 aa her presence remained ungnesaed * "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 ii cigarette from his case and to lighting it straight and even at the end "Cigarettes, gentlemen?" he queried, pleasantly. "No?" ln surprise ^ts the attorney and the Chief refused Imps tlentlj Taking one epicurean whiff, 1 *arry answered the Irate Chief To Be Continued Monday. The Speed of the Wind. I'p to the present the greatest speed of the wind has never been measured, fox* the simple reason that no instru ment has yet been Invented capable of doing so In 187S an anemometer on Mount Washington registered 186 miles an hour, which is the highest velocity on record; and last November a Robin son anemometer waa 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 effect? 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 the trunk of a tree It was calculated that such effects could only 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 between 600 and 800 miles an hour. Two Cats ,* Opyrlg!bU Itia. International Nawi 6*rr1c*. Bv NELL BRINKLEY 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 sixty-fifth. Seeking a Husband * just Before Christmas By CONSTANCE CLARKE. By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. I HAVE met him. lie's a doctor and I know he's the right one. prin- cipally 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 (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 I had always been anxious tc see a hospital, and 1 never seem to be ill myself or have any friends that 1 can go and visit Some aay I think I’ll be a nurse, only 1 should hate to look so much like everyone else Well, to g(* 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 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 smelling place, ami so many nurses flying around and one looking Just the same as another! Suddenly someone came down the stairs three at a time and I looked up and realized that this someone was being introduced to me as Dr Ham- moml 1 looked at him rather indif ferently. and wondered if all Internes wore white He looked exactly like the owner of the good ship Nancy Kell, 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 1 heard him say; "Yes. he’s all ready for you: spent a pretty good night Will you go right up?" Then they 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 m*» 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. B> tha' time I’ll be ready to take you home ’ Dr Hammond did net seem at all thrilled at the idea He was most In different - or aha!’ I say professional? - and i' was on the tip or my tongue to refuse to go. but I did want to see the hospital So w* started, and it was such fun. I peeked into the wards, and, ln fact, made myself so very fas- cihating that 1 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,’’ I declared, rather at a loss for some thing to aay. "Oh, have you?" he said, curtly. "Perhaps you have only been im pressed with the picturesque side of If. You know nurses work hard, and their days are filled with waiting on other people. Now you spend hours nt a time, probably, with a good book and a box of candy, or perhaps play ing bridge.” "That isn't so.” I returned, indig nantly. furious that he though me one of those idle society girls. 1 might have remembered the hours I did spend in Just that way. "Why, I’m busy tost of the day myself, and I very seldom eat candy.” That’s a l!e, because I adore It. "Indeed!" he rejoined. "What do you do?” I was dying to tell of all the things 1 w'as Interested in, but l decided that it was none of his business anyway, and 1 hated his air of polite Interest. Bes?des, we had made quite a thor- j ough tour of Inspection by now. and I was tired of having the nurses make remarks about my velvet tarn and stun- | nlng sport coat. So I said coldly: "It can t be of very much Interest to you. anti I really mustn’t keep you any longer. I can wait for the doctor right here. Please don’t wait." "Oh. but I want to wait; you haven’t i told me anything about what you do. I and 1 want to know very much You see there are so few girls of to-day who do anything if they don’t have to ” "Oh, but that isn’t so. really; you muatn t think that way of us all’ Why. there are plenty of worthwhile girls In the world, and—and"—my voice trailed off. for there stood the doctor waiting to take me home, and I well. I ^wasn't a b,t ready to go T don't think Dr. Hammond was readv 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 fer> 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, l put on my sport coat this morning, and it had such a dear funny medicine smell. It must he great fun to be a nurse— In some hospitals. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. CALL AT THE HOUSE. nBAR MTBS FAIRFAX; I am twenty and in love with a jrlrl the same age, and would like to call on her. but she lire* with her aister, and keeps house for her, and Is dependent on her sister and brother and brother-in-law for her support; and her slater refuses to let her receive or meet gentlemen friends What would you advise me to do to meet her without do ing so ln secret? L. 8. K. 1 AM pleased with your frankness; It Indicates an honesty of purpoae that should disarm the girl’s rela tives Call and let your intentions be known. Surely If you prove your- leJf a worthy young man the sister will not deny the girl her chance at happiness MAKE BOY FRIEND'S. 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 E' friends, but seemingly luck u agal nst me; I simply can't. Beln^ the only one In the family. r m lonesome. . ANXIOUS VFRT young man should have friends among young men. if they are nice, clean young men their friendehip Is the best Investment he can make. An additional reason l a that through them a man may me.t very nice glrla. YOU MUST REFUSE. | t-jEAR MISS FAIRFAX: ! ^ I am a young man tsaeoty ! years old. and am In love writh * girl of twenty-flve. My parent* oV lect. but I love her, and ahe waou me to elope with her. and I to you for advice, as I am to get married. I„E S HB la too old for yon. and too young to marry were j tha right ago. It Is pretty question the motives of j twenty-Hva who .urges a boy of twenty to elope with her. n anatom ,E ROT. *t>0 of THE MANICURE LADY By WILLIAM F. KIRK. ^ ^rr-4 HAT must be some book jou i are rending,” aa!d the Head Barber. "You ain’t took 11 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 gueas I ain’t never going to get past the age when romance appeals to me. This story is about a pirate chief that ha* got & college education, but he la 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 little church around the corner, but It falls in love with her, but he sees^^ras not to be. and I don’t aupposa that she is falling ln love with him, | neither one of them ever- got mar- too. so he tells her he Is a pirate. ! rled. Oh, well, maybe they was Jusl There ia a ship coming in the dif- as well off after all, the way matri- tance. and he Is going to send her mony goes nowadays.” and her mother away on that ship, *T suppose she done the right thing back to her friends. He Is saying j going away,” said the Head Barber. powerful and handsome, and wh«n he talked to her his voice got soft and tender, but both of them knew their love wae hopeless, because she knew that no lady could marry a pteata and get away with it, and he waa toe much of a gent to expect her tomewy him with the kind of a rep he had. So he kissed her good-bye, tha Ural 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 llk£. If he could have changed his profession o.nd been a aviator or a chauffeur or some thing. they could have went to tha goodby to her. Listen. George; •• ‘To-morrow that white line “A pirate wouldn’t make no good husband. Every time he went out aurf will be thundering on the same anywhere she would have to be shiv- ahore, casting up its spray and mak- j erlng at home and wondering if ha Ing tiny rainbows, but you will not was going to get pinched before night 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 and be sent up the river to the gray walla.” “That would be how she would feel, I guess,” agreed the Manicure Lady. “It’s bad enough for a woman to set on my stronghold, searching every | at home expecting her husband to dark nook and corner and revealing come home with a snifter or two mv way of living this brief life, but ! aboard, but expecting him to oomi y ... J -- =.111 s. „„„„ I home with a cop on either arm t« you will be gone. You will be gone and when you go the sweetness, too, W H1 vanish. All ths goo^ that has been cresplnr to the surface cf •me since your arrival will be gone when you are gone, and once more I will be Jack Sasnders, bully and buccaneer. Goodby, dream girl, good- by-' “ '*1 suppose she felt kind of sad at that," said the Head Barber. “Sure she felt sad," said the Mani cure Lady. "H* was very tall and Uu and Down. "I’m going to get married soon and settle down,” remarked young Debl- leigh "All very well,” replied his tailor, “but I'm far more interested ln learn ing when you’re going to settle up!” bid her bood-bye Is a lot that no lady ought to share with the man ahe loves. I wouldn’t marry no pirate myself. I couldn’t have no church wedding then, and I never oould sae much class to getting max rled by one of them Justices of the peace.” Of Course. "I didn't know Blogga waa rled.” "Oh, yea” "Who’s his wife?** "Mrs. Blogga.” No Quack. He entered the village chemist's. “Say, have you anything that win cure a cold?” he aaked. "No. sir; X have not,' answered the pill compiler. “Give me yoar hand, for I hare at last found an honest man." “1 AM 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, worked a saw back and forth Tor fully a quarter of a minute. She bought this for Johnny Smi‘h, and when she reached the next coun ter she forgot she had w iped 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 that night with tin ex press wagons for decrepit kin and lounging robes for relatives who never had time to lounge, anil 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 w r as white, and so 1s tissue paper, and before she broke her bread 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 walked in. a.nd found his wife in a heavy sleep on the floor, while on the bea 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 Christ mas.” 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 ear?, while more Merry Christmas stickers pas;ed its eyes shut, and a Christmas card was laid on its breast. The mother didn’t intend to harm her baby; don't think that for a mo ment. ln a fit of worry and absent- ininueduesf?, brought on by the distri bution of thirty-seven presents which j must go by mail in the morning, j twenty-two that must be sent by ex press not later than day after to-mor row anil 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, a.nd be tender ami 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 wvman with the genuine Christmas spirit is ac countable; Rough On Samuel. The screams W'hich 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 w T hy 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! 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