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^ @ @ ^nt/ One Too Old to E hjoy a Woolly Lamb for Christmas Is I oo Old to Be in the Came & @ © BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmail ers (Novelized %y> (he plfaj o- ——* ,w being: presented at the street Theater, New York. ", ts held and copyrighted by • il News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. vs pisirlct Attorney 1 take your captain Holbrook." said Gordon -rah*"’- :,t last ' and he llttle « ue,sed ' J, was serving his daughter at iriiiular moment. M onk \ou," said the man on parole, quietly. Chief,” said Graham, knoba, gentlemen," said Hoi- brwik. as they tried the door. "It’s a ... a remember That’s it. Good-right" Stood quite still on bis hearth- loment, listening to make reatlnf footsteps. .•The D>r(1 be praised!” ejaculated Father Shannon plouBly. Yes, praise Him. by all means—but toe loudly—those walnut doors may have ears.” Holbrook listened for a final second p< ’ ed the floor that led to i.^i "Lns Aline my dear,” he called. Safr'” called the girl, in exquisite relief. Yes—I'm on parole.” •You both look very serious—what WB the girl, in surprise. Alines Oath. When a woman finds that, the enemy ha? b^en forced to retreat she thinks • who are trained in battle—and who know that retreat may mask an am- do not decide the conflict. "It is serious—you don't know how serious.” said the Captain, in a tone to match his words—then seeing the f<, • draw over the girl's brightened face, he determined to bring g ; • b-: ' of relief again. “Surely it Is Fer1ou6 why, nayther of us dares to drink a drop of tho whisky!” he laughed. . girl smiled wanly. Now listen, Aline, my dear— SWEAR T > ME THAT YOI' Wild. REFUSE TO TALK OF ANYTHING THAT'S I • SNED TO-NIGHT UNLESS ! AM WITH YOU.” t 0 whom mustn’t I taJk?” "To any one—even to Father Shan- When the man who loves her gives a woman his first command, and she »beys, she answers him as well as if «he cried aloud, “J love you.” For when an independent human soul takes -tiers from another and there is no re- lationshln of fear—of master to man then the great ruling power that im pels obedience is Love Aline raised her eyes to the face of the man to whom she had given her heart, but to whom she could not give herself "I promise.” "But take your oath—‘So help you Jod!’ ” f "You doubt her truth?" asked the Father, gravely. "No, Father, hut I want her to be Rbl* to say that she in under a vow of ilence.” •Mine's eyes had not left her captain’s (face There was a thrill of underlying in being directed by him in her Pour of great peril. I "I swear 1 swear!" she said, in a ponp that was a sacred promise. 1 "And now good-night.” The man’s Voice deepened to the tone of life's ten- derest music—an unselfish, protecting ^>ve "Remember, that I love you. ' 'ood-night, father, and remember that you are taking with you the dearest thing in all the world to me.” The Police Return. "Good-t>ight, my lad. 1 ' Good-night, and God bless you for a true fj-iend. Good-night, my lady." Holbrook’s hand was on the spring lock—a moment more and he would have lifted it—to open the door for his honored guests—but there was the thundering knock of authority on the panels. "Hello,’' called the Captain. The fa ther led the terrified girl back to the door behind which she had once before hidden. “Captain,” called the voice of Chief Dempster. The enemy had made a sortie. ‘‘Come in,” cried Larry easily, wait ing for Father Shannon to regain his position. “Oh, wait a minute—excuse me—I'm always forgettin’ ih<ft spring lock.” He opened the door. Chief Dempster and Robert Graham re-entered his rooms. Their faces were cold, and stern. "Did ye forget something 0 '' queried dauntless Larry, with an assumption of ease he was far front feeling. “There is a taxi waiting below," said Dempster, sternly and accusingly, to Father Shannon. “Yes.'' “For you, the chauffeur says.'' “Yes -but you’re welcome to it." A smile brushed across the Captain's face —what an apt pupil in the art of finesse was his friend the priesl! “You came in it, .lames, the man told me so- This was man to man- -and Father Shannon was duly “James” to the chief now. “I did.” "I'll phone for another—sit down, all of you. said the Captain, as if suddenly reminded of his duties as a host. Chief Dempster chose to ignore this. “The man says, with a woman." “The chauffeur says that?’’ The fa ther would do his Best for the lad and Ias8 he loved—but the church could not take upon itself the black sin of an out right lie—and the father felt helpless in the net now. . “Yes—the chauffeur says that!” Holbrook had crossed over to his great | Russian chair—he was leaning forward \ across Its back, now quite relaxed—per fectly at ease- or, so he must look to any observer—but in the second when the other man had been observing Fa ther Shannon and not Captain Hol brook. a sly, thoughtful expression had crossed his face that was now so bland and childlike in its engaging honesty. There were still a few cards left in his pack—he would play them one at a time for his queen. “What’s the use of further deception. Mr. Graham!'' exclaimed Holbrook in a tone of determination to confess a mat ter and get it over with. The three men turned to him with as tonishment in various terms writ large on their faces. What would he tell? How far was he prepared to go? “Well?" queried Graham, Impatiently. “That item about my engagement to your daughter was inserted by the so ciety editress- a 'lady,' as you've just said, chief -she says 'twas Flagg—the dead man round the corner—that told her—my call on the man related to that* ” All the kisses that all the vagabonds of all the ages have put on the “Blar ney stone" lifted Captain Holbrook’s lipg in a smile of engaging candor—and in a simple little tone of emphasis he told the truth as best calculated to de ceive. “I won’t say that any lady came here with Father Shannon—and I won’t say she didn’t. But I do say that if that lady WAS with FTim—she left before you came, and that she’s sorry enough for her part in the matter." To Be Continued To-morrow. r S The Manicure Lady By WILLIAM F. KIRK. 4 4npHAT word ‘wise’ Is a funny word, ain’t it, George?" said the Manicure Lady. “There was two gents in here this morning to have their nails did, and both of them was wise, only in different w *>'s. The first gent that came in Was a middle-aged fellow from a 8ma ^ town. He told me frank enough that he didn’t have the habit °f fitting manicured, and he said the on, y reason he came in was because hM three or four hangnails and ad heard somewhere that a manl- Ur? could fix hangnails fine. He was ,wfuI nJ ce and gentlemanly to me, lnd told me that he liked it In the fma11 tow n better than In the city. H* said that he was a merchant in ikr small town and was doing sc w*l! that he wouldn’t care to move into a chy where everything was new strange. He wasn’t dreased very * w ell, as far aa style goes, and he didn’t have no flip talk, but I could *** ***** be had lots of brains, and I knew he waa a man.” I noticed him when he went oat, * a; d the Head Barber. “He didn't rive you no tip, though.” * didn’t want no tip from him," °"lared the Manicure Lady. "Let fresh guys tip me, as long tu 1 T have the habit. He probably never lived where folks give tips, or ! '~ w ould have tipped me as liberal ie anybody. And now 1 want to tel j'' UJ a bout the other kind of a wise py that was in. young tellow tells me before J in the chair a minute that he v Ue fish. He thought he was so at he was all the time saying, 1 °u follow me?’ I couldn’t have In his cheap chatter If I •n ten times as stupid as I am, ‘ i ain t. Yes, he says he is a Rsh, or a wise owl, I forgot “• .said, but anyhow wise all if there is anything that r°dy ever put over on me,’ he 1 want somebody to walk up “ J 'ell me. I am good and hep to jperyth'ng,’ he says. Jli,t when the nice middle-aged ■ ow was going out this young wart l0T, * ! :n. The middle-aged man asked '• ir »g fellow which way to go to of scales, and the young * Way dfia'i >©u go down to the Aquarium and ask a risk?* That made me kind of tired, so I tells the middle-aged gent where there is a big hardware store, and after he had went I gave young sporty a swift call for getting fresh j with his elders I talked to him : until I had desausted all my el©*r»"ca. and it didn’t do no good. He Just I kept grinning that wise grin of his at me and winking his right eye. He sure did give that wink a merry 1 game. “They’ve got to get up earlj i in the a. m. when they put one over on me, Ambrose the live one,’ he says to me. ‘Maybe I might have let one go over my head once, but if I eve; did I must have been when I Just got up and was rubbing my eyes.’ he says. He pulled three of the latest stag* jokes, gave me a imitation of himself imitating George Cohan, and pulled a lot of flash conversation, all during the ,time I was hurrying mad,* to get his nails did and get him out of the shop. “That is the kind of wise guys that our big city is getting choked up with, George When they know enough slang to keep everybody guessing about what they are talking about they think they are deep. They ai.Vt any deeper than a saucer, and nobody ever got drowned in a saucer. If you ever want to get in dutch with me, George, Just come around some morning and tell me that you are a wise fish.” He Was Careful. Little Tommy was bringing In the new kittens to show the visitor. He brought the first two Into the room, carrying them painstakingly by the tails, while they howled and spit with vigor. ■Oh, Tommy!’’ exclaimed the visi tor, “you mustn’t hurt the poor little thing*-" _ „ _ ,\o madam, I won’t.’ Tommy re plied. "I'm carrying them by the stems.” A Boon Indeed. •At last," exclaimed the long-haired inventor, "I have evolved the g.-.atest nractical blessing of the age!" ,. oh t ell me, Theophilus, tell m« _, h .. It is," begged his wife. A collar button with a little phono- _ ra pVi inside that Will call efut when f, roll- • ■ dal ' h 0! und * r lh * dresser: Here I am! Hers 1 amt "’ Two Magnificent Styles ,-t For the woman who finds fur beyond her means, we suggest the use of os trich combined with velvet ir of the ever-useful and warm marabou. The gown shown on the left is of blue satin with belt and surplice folds of brown velvet. Vanila brown velvet forms the centre of the scarf— and the ostrich or marabou should be of the same tone. On the muff are three bands of the velvet—and four of the feather trim ming. Bows of satin in rosette form finish the outer bands of the velvet—and long ends of the ostrich fall from them. This will be found a very useful way to utilize old l \A Bachelor’s Diary HE WFtITEL OF A HALLOWE’EN ADVENTURE I By MAX O CT. 31.—The spirit of Hallow e’en took possession of my pretty nurse and of me at ex actly the same hour last evening, «nd after we had seen Richards pilot ing Manette safely off to bed, we put on coat and cloak and hats and started out. It was 10 o’clock when we left the house, and it is now 2 % in the morning, and I am so wide awake there is no une going to bed. She wore a scarlet coat, and oy “she” I mean my pretty companion, ami I did not know until to-night what It means to be a woman and for one brief evening kick all the con ventions off at one’s heels. This sounds mixed—scarlet coat and the conventions, but I claim that the color of the coat was to blame No woman can wear bright scarlet and feel entirely sedate in her soul. We have been to all the dance halls and all the cabarets; we did tn Im promptu song and dance ourselves at one restaurant, and fled before the tumult of applause. I caught a taxi cab and we rode for an hour after that to get back our breaths I know now what 1 can do for a living w-hen my business goes to smash— huv a hand organ of an Italian, as I did to-night and get my pretty nurse to do a dance in front of It. and then pass around the hat There were three or four hundred dollars tn her hat when we fled, leaving the hand organ behind us. which a very peni tent Voting woman will carry to-mor row to some charity. The money, I mean, not the hand organ. She will he penitent. I know her sex so well. We did nothing very wrong beyond the Injury to our di gestions, but a good woman liken to exaggerate her stns. and my nurse will go around for a week looking as if she had murdered some one. It must be very inconvenient to be a woman THE COAT TO BLAME. But the scarlet coat was entirely to blame. I have felt like anything but a Methodist prayer meeting every time I have seen her put it on, and if she will persist in wearing it there Is no telling what will happen. , When "he wears those golden browns and delicate grays Richards selected for her her eyes take on the expression of a saint, and every hair on her head seeks its place and stays In It. But thut scarlet coat puts a devil try In her eves that isn’t at all sooth ing. and there comes a flush in her checks to match It, and her hair flies around her face in little wayward curls that make a man long to push each curl back In place. It Is all right for a girl the age of Manette to wear a acarlet coat, but I shall re buke the nurse for appearing In such a defiant color. The sight of her isn’t good for me. November 3.—It Is Just as I pre dicted I have laughed many times over the memory of Halloween, but the nurse never smiles. "It Is all right foj a man to forget himself, and laugh’ about It after ward," she exclaimed this morning, “but being a woman is different- Whenever I think that I—I. who was brought up so strictly—got up on the platform in that dance hall, and danced the tango, and sang—why, I am overcome with shame. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for getting me Into - it!” “It wasn't me.’’ I retorted. “It was the scarlet coat you were wearing.” I saw her later In the day start to put it on when getting ready for a walk and then look at it dublossly. Then she ran upstairs and came down wearing all black! We were sitting In the library this evening, and I had Manette on my lap. telling her a story, when Tomp kins called me to the telephone. one Him:. If yon had ears, Diary, you would have heard only one side of the talk, so what is the use of telling you more? “Hello!” “Yes, this is Max.” “Oh,” a little coldly. “It is you.'is it? Yes. I’m better, thank you.” “No; no bad effects from the day I spent down town.” “How is my companion, you say?” (Fros; in my voice.) “She is not here.” “i c&u't tell you where she im now. I I believe she ;a on her way t« Eu rope " 'Yes, very pretty. Glad you ad mired b'sr." ’ 1 can’t give her your message, : though no doubt it would please her , to have won the admiration of a man j as discriminating as yourself. You see. I haven't her address, and 1 never j expect to see her again.” “Yes, it is too bad Good-bye.” Then I returned tp the library to ! find Richards looking somewhat mys- I tilled. The pretty nurse wasted no time in expressing herself. “Ysu were talking about me," she saId, “and you were talking to the I gentleman who took us to lunch the duy we spent down town.” “Well.” on the defensive. “What of | it?” “Nothing; only I wanted you to know that I know ’’ Then she went back to the book, and I Haw that Richards was trying to suppress a laugh. I presume my determination not to let that shallow- pated man see the nurse again will , confirm Richards In her suspicion • that a romance is budding under her eyes, but I don’t care. I am too sick a man to be annoyed by any man’s admiration of my pretty nurse. It isn't jealousy, at all. I hope T am too big a man to feel such a sentiment as that, It is for the girl’s sake I feel that way The man is wealthy and a spender, and If he came out here and paid her any attention It would mean late hours and dinners »at midnight and all those things that are not at all good for r girl As long as she Is a member of my household T feel a moral obligation regarding her wel fare. T should feel just the same if it were the cook or one of the maids. NEVER BE HAPPY. I know the man is not married, but you s*e. In a way. that makes It worse. He might hope to marry her, and she would never be happy with HJM! I will have a plain talk with her In the morning and tell her she will have to look a little less fascinating when she goes out with me, or other wise I will leave her at home. I can't have every man I know calling me up and saying, “Hello. Max. who was the queen you had out last night? Are you going to Introduce me, or do you intend to keep her all for yourself?” It isn’t the right way to treat a ale It mar Little Bobbie’s Pa T T HIS evening gown of Copenhagen blue velvet on the right de pends for Its effectiveness upon Une and color. And the two combine in the shading draperies of the rich material. The blouse fastens beneath the arm and la held by straps of beads that cross under and above tho shoulder and finish in ornaments that fall straight In front. Pink and red roses mark the line of the draped belt In front, and a smaller bouquet bolds the skirt where It orogses above the left foot. The skirt ends In a long, -und train, and at the waist there is a folded tunic of the velvet. The sleeves are of flesh 'olored tulle.—OLIVETTE. :/ J ft - M i W HAT. Mother Dear, is a di vorce? It is that form of marital separation, Precious One, that a gen eration ago was a disgrace and now is a habit. Why, Mother, do you always scold the child for carrying its pie from the table? Tou have so much to learn, My Daughter. The child that carries Its pie from the table so an not to miss anything going on in the games out side, will some day be a man and eat on the run in order not to miss hie share of business life. And, believe me, my dear, what he might miss when he is older Is not much more Important than what he might miss as a child. Is there anything in the world, Mother, that could take the conceit out of a man? Marriage is one remedy, Child. An other effectual way would be to let him look back Into a room two min utes after he has made a*ca!l. Every woman in it yawning. What is Charity, Mother? It is that noble trait, My Child, thut attributes the failure of a bachelor to the lack of a wife to act aa an Incen tive to success and the failure of a married man to the domestic burden he carries. What, Mother, Is meant by Soulful Yearnings? It is that quality which, in one’s self, Little One, signifies a poetic temperament, and which In others denotes biliousness. What Is meant by the Blue Pendil? It Is that. My Child, which every one needs, but that only those unfor tunate beings who work on a news paper receives. What. Mother, would you regard as the most important qualification in the wife of a politician? A knowl edge of statesmanship? I regard as a more important qual ification, Child, the ability to conk well enough to be prepared to keep boarders for a living. Mhy, Mother, does the woman spend so much time lonkldg for things at the grocer’s which are the quickest to cook? She wishes to save time, Little One, T. ■ ..-der that later in the day she may have more of it to waste. Up-to-Date Jokes Rome probable inventors were being shown over a building estate in the country. “Come this way, gentlemen,” the agent said. "On the rising ground you can see how tho land lies." “Or the land agent. ’’ quietly re marked one of the party. * * Mother What do you think you will make out of my daughter's talent 0 Professor (absent-mindedly)- AJjout 310 a lesson if the piano holds out BERK was a man here this aft ernoon selling a fine book, sod Ma. I toald him to cum back tonite when you were here, so you cud see it. Missus Jenkins bought one & ;ill the other nabore The naim of the book is Beekun Lites of Llt- eratur. I boap he dosent cum back, sed Pa, I am sick & tired of these book agents with thare chop whiskers Sr thare nerve. I have a noshun to give him the gate beefoar he gits a chanst to show the book at all. Jest then the book agent cairn. He was a tall, fat man with Mey cheeks & a nice fur overcoat. He looked like a man in a show wich 1 seen onst, Git Rich Quick Somebody. Moast of the book agents wich enrne to our house looks as if they was jest working at It long enuff to git sumthing to eet Sr then git a better Job. but this man looked vary prosper-us. He dident wait for Pa to ask him to set down, be sat down in the hig hest chare & started in. My good man, he sed to Pa. you have within yure grasp a wunderful opportunity to delve into the fled master minds of the dod p^st. Thay are all in yure reech, to borrow from or disagree with, these wunderful minds. You can chat with Shake- speer, Milton, Byron, Dickens, Thack- ery—a thousand noabel men. You will be enchanted to lead nitely th< peris of buty and wisdom that are contained in this marvel us v olume, Beekun Lites of Literatur. It is buti- fullv bound, as you can see, in mocca & Java binding with a page marked in the upper rite hand of every leef. The book opens rosily, Sr is printed in English, malklng it eesy for you to reed it. This mnrvelus volume I am offering on this trip only for the ridiculusly low figger of fifteen dol lars. Beekun Lites of Literatur, the moast compre-henslv work of that title wich is in the market to-day. Fifteen dollars buys it—the works of the masters. Has it got the records of the flters in it? serl Pa. Thare is a grate dost ripshun of the battle of Waterloo in it, fid the agent, St aliushuns to Caesar & other grate flters, yer, sir. Has it got Packey McFarland's rec ord? sed Pa, & Battling Nelson’s ca reer? i do not understand, sed the agent. Has it got Ty Cobb’s batting aver-^ age for 1913? wed Pa. St how rjiany'’ basca he stole? I bet it hasont. 1 bet it hasent eeven got the life of Kid Broad in it. 1 am afrade not, sed the agent. He was looking at Pa kind of funny. Then 1 doant want it, sed Pa. Any book that doant have the records of the grate prize fit.ers and ball players In it Is no Beekun Lite for me. T suppoased that I was calling upon a gentleman of intelligence and roe- flnemenf, sed the a vent J are I wa; mistaken & I will bid you goodnite. Goodnito. sed Pa. After the agent was gone Pa beegan to laff. That Is the way to git rid of them, he sed I bet I know moar about the reel Beekun Lites of Literatur than that mutt, but I wuddent let him know it. Husband, sed Ma, sumtlmes you seem reely brlte. Ail Unexpected Gift. He was a shy young m;m, hut In his heart then; raged a consuming passion for the fair Florence. On his way home from the city he managed to screw his courage up sufficiently to enter a Jeweler’s shop and pur chase a small gift for the lady of his heart. This, he hoped, would pave the wa; to the popping of the great kuestion That night he called at her house and found her alone. Producing a small, square box from his pocket, h< said, nervously: “I have ventured to bring you a small present. Miss Finn, but I am afraid that perhaps It will not flt you finger. Will you try it on?” “Oh, dear," said the girl blushing most becomingly, “this is quite un expected! Why, I never dreained that you really cared enough Poor fool! Instead of grasping the opportunity in both hands, he opened the box end produced a thimble! Then the thermometer dropped about ten degrees. Her Brother’s Voice. Little Faith was possessed of a most friendly disposition, but had not yet reached the age where she could understand the .silence that may wrap itself around a wordless intimacy. In fact, she demanded speech, frequent and loving. One night her brother was study ing most assiduously his arithmetic lesson, and, after calling to iiim sev eral times without receiving an an swer, she appealed to her father* “George is busy,” said father. 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