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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
•‘It it very human, my ehIM T
flcarcely advise you to do leap
But despair overwhelmed the frirl
again In Its noisome black mist
Vo, It la all hopeless hopeless
'What’s hopeless?” asked the C*p
tain. eheerfly. Ha toward the word away
from her -and himself -*• If it never
had existed.
My n&mf' The man ha* my name
written in a red morocco book Tou
eee I am cought in tha tolls.”
“T have that also, and a box of blank
mailing letters Hero they are Find
the one that belongs »o you, Alina
The girl looked up at him as If ha
were a worker of baauUful magic
Through the chill of all her fears aha
felt the enveloping atrength of a ten
derness greater than she had dreamed
a mrfVi could offer even to a spotless
woman, and now it was being given
freely to her!
Hie simple nobility nerved her to her
final revelation. In meeting euch a
mao 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
transcendental moment had com** Per j
feet love must be met with perfect '
faith She took that little pink missive !
the story of those three days, the i
nrift story that a good woman would |
■ather die than have to tell the man j
she loves ftom its hiding place In the
bosom of her gown
I have the one that belongs to me
\\ ill you read It?”
And bo at last Aline Graham took
up her cross.
The length of the great table sepa
rated Aline from the man she loved
Hut the real barrier between them was
a wall of her own raising. She had
built it six years before, whin 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
• •f revelation on the symbolic table that
lay between her and her forbidden love
Then she waned 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.
Very low and '*ilet and controlled had
been her voice as she held out her won j
letter the letter for which Flagg had j
died and said. “Will you read it ’ *
How H© Knew.
And now In a deeper, stronger, more j
controlled voice Holbrook replied: “Why j
should 1 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
“\es.”
“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.
Hut Holbrook had not yet meaaured the'
depths of her shame. She gasped for
for breath, and from a throat in
which the sobs were choking their way
she gasped.
"Ye»-a secret merrlege—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 his smooth voice—* roughness—* bit
ter tone.
“A mockery arranged by a scoun
drel.” said Father Shannon. This prlegt
knew man nature. Perhaps he won
dered if even a man as great-souled as
l*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 past
sob-racked throat and trembling lips
Captain Lawrence Holbrook, defender
of lost causes, leaned across the harrier
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
- broken wing? Though perhaps I’ve
no right to ssy It now—I tell you be
fore Father Shannon—I love you. deer."
And never a poet of his own Irish Isle
had spoken words with a sweeter ring
JZ. iCTL f>«e music
“I’ll And 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.
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 —*o des
picable to hide while you're in danger
I hate m>self,’’ cried the girl.
’ Whet danger**” laughed the man whe
bad learned well hit lesson of laugh
ing in the face of danger “I was s
mile awsy at the time and every
hour they waste over me en hour's dtfst
mercifully and Justly settle* 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 Aline, in
an awe-struck tone
Larry laughed off hi* compliment
with the same easy grace he held In
fee for Madam# Danger.
“That's what I told her. Father, this
afternoon Now go. dear lady, while
there is time.”
But the time for going in peace had
passed
A knook thudded on the heavy wal
nut door. Like a bird that flutters
to Ite neat In the hour of storm, Aline
fled to the shelter she had thought
never to know—to the refuge of her
Captain’* arms.
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
hit love.
“Oh, God bless them,” he cried ”I*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
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 tnav we love each other
Danger, disgrace, death these can not
separate us. We. love WE LOVE ”
Two Cats
Cop>rtght, lfrl3. IStrm*tloa»l New* fterr;re.
By NELL BRINKLEY
The Police Again.
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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 love/1
from the world—and from his own wild
blood, too.
He raised his head high In the
triumph of sane, clean atrength.
“Well, what Is it?” he called,
in the seconds between the knock and
the answer a world had swung in its
orbit.
"Dempster! I want to see you, l*r
ry ”
"All right, sir.”
In a moment Aline had been escorted
with all the fine chivalry Holbrool
knew, to his own room and the man
had brought himself from heaven back
to earth and a possible purgatory lie
walked over arul lifted his spring latch.
The door opened, and Chief Dempster,
of the Lotted States Secret Service,
came In. But he was not aJone. 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
ease the situation needed.
'What are you doing here?” demand
ed the Chief
The question. "Or corns ye in peace,
or come ye 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 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, wrtth cheerful im- |
pudence.
“You Admit that?”
"Yes, sir.”
Playing a Part.
"Where is it?”
I*rry nodded Indifferently toward the
very door beyond which he had Just
led Aline
"The plate-holder ts 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 as her presence
remained unguessed !*
“Go get it!” commanded the Chief,
angrily
Holbrook leaned against his higli
mantel with supreme indifference, and
gave his most careful attention to se
lecting a cigarette from his case at»d
to lighting It straight and even at the
end
“Cigarettes, gentlemen?” he queried,
pleasantly. “No?” In surprise aa 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.
I'p to the present the greatest speed
of the wind has never been meaaured,
for the simple reason that no instru
ment has yet been invented capable of
doing so
In 1878 an anemometer on Mount
Washington 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* h 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 lit tie less r han that of a can
non ball—that is to say. the wind
must Mave been traveling at the rate
of between €00 and 800 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-
Seeking a Husband
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
I HAVE met him. He’s'a doctor ami
1 know he's the right one. nrln-
cipallv because he's so different
from Dick.
The first time l looked at him I
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
I realized what a dear he in.
And now for the way it happened
1 had always been anxious to see a
hospital, and 1 never seem to be ill
myself or have any friends that 1 can
go and visit. Home any I think I’ll
be a nurse, only 1 should hate to look
so notch 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. 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 1 was out of the
machine and flying up the stairs after
the doctor.
Such a nice medicine smelling place,
and so many nursos flying around and
one looking Just tlu same as another!
Suddenly someone came down the
stairs three at a time and 1 looked up
and 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 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 t-> me. and l 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 tip”' Then
they both looked at me. and I laughed
1 always laugh when I don’t know what
els** to do
“Peggy. Pm 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 vou around By that time I’ll
be ready to take you home
Dr. Hammond did not seem at all
thrilled at the Idea He was most in
different - or shall I say professional?
— and it was on the tip of m\ tongue
to refuse to go. but l did want to see
the hospital. So we started, and it
was such fun. I peeked into the wards,
and, In fact, made myself so very fas
cinating that 1 didn’t see how anyone
could be cold ami 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 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
ai a time, probably, with a good book
and a box of candy, of 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 bust tost
of the day myself, and T 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
I was interested in. but 1 decided that
it was none of his business anyway,
and 1 hated his air of polite Interest.
Besides, we had made quite a thor
ough tour of inspection by now. and
l was tired of having the nurses make
remarks about my velvet tarn and stun-
I nlng sport coat. So 1 said coldly: "It
i can t be of very much Interest to you,
and 1 really mustn't keep you any
! longer. I can wait for the doctor right
! here. Please don’t wait."
“Oh, but 1 want to wait; you haven’t
told me anything about what you do,
and I want to know very much. You
j see there aro so few girls of to-day
who do anything If they don’t have
I to.”
“Oh. but that isn’t so. really: you
i mustn't think that yray of us all Why.
there are plenty of worthwhile girls
j 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 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
be continued in our next,'' he *aid, quite
seriously. “When*”
“Why. any time. I 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 be great km to be a nurse--
in some hospital*. *
Just Before Christmas
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
CALL AT THE HOUSE.
DBAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 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 slater and
brother and brof.her-ln-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 In secret? L. S. K.
1 AM pleased with your frankness; It
Indicates an honesty of purpose
that should disarm the gtiTa rela
tive* Call and let your Intentions be
known. Surely If you prove your
self a worthy young: maun the *!ster
will not deny the girl her chance at
happiness.
MAKE BOY FRIENDS.
nKAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a yeung 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 lg
against me; I simply can’t. Being
the only one In the family* i ; m
lonesome. ANXIOUS.
E VERY young man should hav*
friends among young men. I?
they are nice, clean young men their
friendship Is tho best Investment h#
can make. An additional reason Is
that through them * man may m , et
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 she want*
me to elope with her, and I wrli#
to you for advice, as I am anxious
to get married. LIB ROY.
S HK 1« teo old for you, and you *jg
too young to marry were she of
the right **«• It Is pretty ea fe t*
question the motives of a woman ef
twenty-five who urges a boy 0 f
twenty to elope with her.
THE MANICURE LADY
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
44 r p
HAT must be some book jou
are reading.” said the Head
Barber. “You ain’t took 11
away from j r our nose for an hour.”
"It 5s 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 herd men that he rules by fear.
A yosng 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 1A 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 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. AJ1 the good that
hias been creeping to the surface of
me sinoe your arrival will be gone
when you are gone, and once more
I will be Jack Saenders, 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-
oure Lady. “He was very tall and
powerful and handsome, and when ha
talked to her his voice got soft and
tender, but both of them knew thel»
love was hopeless, because she knew
that no lady could marry a pirate
and get away with it, and he was toe
rauoh of a gent to expect he* to marry
hlrp with the kind of a rep he bed,
8o he kissed her good-bye, the flref
and last kiss he ever was to know of
hers, and her and her mother too4|
the ship and sailed away. It end*
awful sad. and that’s the only part
of the book I don’t like. If he could
| have changed his profession and b^e®
a aviator or a chauffeur or some*
j thing, they could have went to the
j little church around the corner, but It
■ was not to be. and I don’t suppose
neither one of them ever got irar-
i rled. Oh, well, maybe they was j jst
j as well off after all, the way matri-
i mony goes nowadays."
"I suppose she done the right thing
going away,” said the Head Barber,
i “A pirate wouldn’t make no good
j husband. Every time he went out
: anywhere ehe would have to be shiv
ering at home and w’ondering if h«
i was going to get pinched before n:ghi
and be sent up the river to the gray
walls.”
"That would be how she would feel,
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 two
aboard, but expecting him to come
home with & cop on either arm to
bid her bood-bye Is a lot that no lady
ought to share with the man she
loves. 1 wouldn’t marry no pirato
myself. I couldn’t have no church
wedding then, and I never could sea
much olass to getting married by one
of them Justices of the peaoe.’*
Of Course.
*'I didn’t know Bloggs was mar*
rled."
"Oh, yes”
"Who’s his wife?"
"Mr#. Bloggs.”
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.
Uu and Down.
Tm going to get married soon and
settle down,” remarked young Debt-
leigh.
“All very well,” replied his tailor,
“but I’m far more Interested In learn,
ing when you’re going to settle up!”
No Quack.
He entered the village chemist’s.
“Say, have you anything that will
cure a cold?” he asked.
“No, sir; I have not, answered t ie
pill compiler.
“Give me your hand, for I have nj
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 went down
Into her shopping bag for the money
to pay fdr a little tin man, who, when
wound up. worked a saw back and
forth for fully a quarter of a minute.
She bought this for Johnny 8m!‘.h,
and when she reached the next coun
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 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 ehe 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
chanically tied a Christmas ribbon
around It.
After supper she rose with the baby
in iier arms and went to her room and
put it to bed. Half an hour later her
husband walked In, and found his
wife in a heavy sleep on the floor,
while on the ben lav 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 u
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 ears,
while more Merry Christmas stickers
pasted its eves shut, and a Christmas
( ird WMM laid on its breast.
The mother didn't‘intend to harm
her baby; don’t think that-for a mo
ment. In a flt of worry and absent-
mindedness, brought on by tha 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 w r rapped up h?j*
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 woman with
the genuine Christmas spirit is ac
countable.
R-ough 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 w T ondered why
someone had ry>t 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 w r ail 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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