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§ © As a Rule, Men Don't Want Anything for Christmas, and They Are the Only Ones Who Get What They Want © 3 An Opportunity ToMakeM onev wrwto. aUto, writ* to- r ^ *®d prize* offered by ' ** e *Jf* ® ^ t** totormW. ”WKt Sws» tw»lm G** Year Patent enft Year Moaey," OB* •*« m free to car »<idrr«. RANDOLPH a CO. i**l*Bt Attorney a, ^ v**.* ^ 618 “F’ Street, N. W.. WjtgHiNOTOjr. n. o. AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (NsvtHisd *T> 1 rom tbr nliy Itj t.roree Bear- borough now being |irc*ente<l ■’ <ha ■i iru n nth Street Theater, New Vork Serlei righla held and copyrighted by International Newa Service.) 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. CHENEY’S EXPECTORANT a Cures Whooping Cough, Croup , 4 running of the ness, v** throat. Ch«o*fy'* ro* 1 '- ■Ushtljr iuitirt Promt* -he «rh.>nf> r *«n qp the rntrket arty year* T**» the old. tried tg.% rough cure. 2bc u *5*5# atoi-es.- lAdn.) 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!” SPECIAL HOLIDAY RATES' To TEXAS VIA Southern Pacific Sunset Route Tickets on sale Doc. 20th. 21st and 22d, ] Final Return Limit Jan. 13th, 1914. Superior 8ervle* from NEW ORLEANS! Dally. Winter Tourist Rates to Many Texas! Points. 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