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% © # # # # © Any One Too Old to Enjoy a Woolly Lamb for Christmas Is I oo Old to Be in the Came 4- T A r 1 1 O A V/ A Thrilling Story of A 1 D/"\ I Society Blackmailers (Novellred V> , m thf play by George Scar- now being presentert at the ninth Street Theater, New York, rights held nnd copyrighted by • .national News Service.! TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT. \S District Attorney I take your ri. Captain Holbrook,” said Gordon . : aham at last, and he little guessed , u he was serving his daughter at ; articular moment. : apk you,” said the man on parole, quietly. • Come. Chief,” said Graham. Both knobs, gentlemen,” said Hol brook, as they tried the door. “It’s a pprlng lock, remember. That’s it. Cocci-night.” He stood quite still on his hearth- one for a moment, listening to make sure of retreating footsteps. The Lord be praised!” ejaculated lather Shannon piously. Yes, praise Him. by all means—but pot too loudly—those walnut doors may have ears.” Holbrook listened for a final second - and then opened the door that led to l h's own rooms. “Aline my dear,” he called. Safe?” called the girl, in exquisite relief. Yes—I'm on parole.” You both* look verv serious—what was it?” asked the girl, in surprise. Alines Oath. When a woman finds that the enemy has been forced to retreat she thinks the victory has been won. It Is men who are trained in battle—and who know that retreat may mask an am- bustade a sortie—and that first honors <1- not decide the conflict. “It is serious—you don’t know how serious.” said the Captain, in a lone ? • match his words—then seeing the mask of fear draw over the girl's brightened face, he determined to bring a moment of relief again. “Surelv it Is serious—why, nayther of us dares to drink a drop of the whisky!” he laughed. The girl smiled wanly. Now listen, Aline, my dear — SYVTSAR TO ME THAT YOU WIDE REFUSE TO TALK OF ANYTHING THAT’S HAPPENED TO-NIGHT UNLESS I AM WITH YOU.” To whom mustn’t I talk?’’ “To any one—even to Father Shan non.” When the man who loves her gives a woman his first command, and she obeys, she answers .him as well as If she cried aloud, “I love you.” For when an independent human soul takes dens from another and there is no re in tlonship 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 *he man to whom she had given her heart, but to whom she could not give herself. ‘I promise.” Rut take your oath—'So help you God!’ ” You doubt her truth?” asked the Father, gravely. No. Father, but I want her to be ship to say that she is under a vow of silence.” Aline’s eyes had not left her captain's face. There was a thrill of underlying Joy in being directed by him in her hour of great peril. “I swear—I swear!” she said, in a tone that was a sacred promise. “And now good-night.” The man’s voice deepened to the tone of life's ten- derest music—an unselfish, protecting love "Remember, that I k>ve* you. Good-night, father, and remember that you are taking with you the dearest thing in all the world to me.” The Police Return. ■'Good-night, my lad." “Good-night, and God bless you for a true friend. 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’ that 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?'' queried dauntless Larry, with an assumption of ease he was far from feeling. “There is a tax! 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 priest! “You came in it, .lames, the man told me so- " This was man to man—and Father Shannon was only “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 lass'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 Helbrook 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 lips 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 1 do say that if that lady WAS with finn--she left before you came, and that she’s sorry enough for her part In the matter.” To Be Continued To-morrow. S The Manicure Lady S By WILLIAM F. KIRK. iHAT 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 ♦ hem was wise, only In different w *ys. The first gent that came in a middle-aged fellow from a small town. He told me frank ♦‘nough that he didn’t have the habit of getting manicured, and he said the only reason he came in was because ho had three or four hangnails and had heard somewhere that a mani cure could fix hangnails fine. He was awful nice and gentlemanly to me, and told me that he liked it In the small town better than In the city He eaid that he was a merchant in the small town and was doing sc well that he wouldn’t care to move Into a cdty where everything was new and strange. He wasn’t dressed very swan, as far as style goes, and he didn’t have no flip talk, but I could sea that he had lots of brains, and I knew he was a man.” "I noticed him when he went out, ’ *aid the Head Barber. “He didn’t five you no tip, though.” "I didn’t want no tip from him,” "dared the Manicure Lady. “Let the fresh guys tip me, as long a? 1 hey have the habit. He probably er lived where folks give tips, or he would have tipped me as llhora.1 “ anybody. And now 1 want to tel ou about the other kind of a wise i - that was in. This young tellow tells me before in the chair a minute that he wise fish. He thought he was so P that he was all the time saying, you follow me?’ I couldn’t have him In his cheap chatter If I ■ n ten times as stupid as I am i I ain't. Yes, he says he is a fish, or a wise owl, I forgot ' i he said, but anyhow wise all ly. If there Ls anything that ody ever put over on me,’ he I want somebody to walk up ell me. I am good and hep to fv^rything,’ he says. jst when the nice middle-aged °w was going out this young wart onies in. The middle-aged man asked oung fellow which way to go to r i set of scales, and the young U..OW 'Wily dflaj you go tiowu to the Aquarium and ask a fish?* That made me kind of tired, so I tells the middle-aged gent where there ls a big hardware store, and after he had went I gave young sporty a swift call for getting fresh with his elders I talked to him until I had desausted all my clearance, and it didn’t do no good. He Just kept grinning that wise grin of his at me and winking his right eye. He sure did give that wink a merry game. “They’ve got to g*»t up earl} 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, ail during the time I was hurrying madly 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 ain’t any deeper than a saucer, and nobody ever got drowned in a saucer. If yo* 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 things.” „ “No, rnadam, 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 practical blessing of the age!” -uh tell me, Theophilus, tell me _. ha t it is," begged hts wife. "A collar button with a little phono- eranh Inside that will call out when * “ -i dark . -.rner under the dresser; Here 1 am! Here I ami’ “ For the woman who finds fur beyond her means, we suggest the use of os trich combined with velvet —or of the ever-useful nnd 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 I * . 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 rosotte 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 material. T HIS evening gown of Copenhagen blue velvet on the right de pends for Its effectiveness upon, line and color. And the two combine In the shading draperies of the rich material. The blouse fastens beneath the arm and ls held by straps of beads that cross under and above the shoulder and finish In ornaments that fall straight in front. Pink and red roses mark the line at the draped belt In front, and a smaller bouquet holds the skirt where It crosses above the left foot. The skirt ends In a long, ,und train, and at the waist there ls a folded tunic of the velvet. . The sleeves are of flesh colored tulle.—OLIVETTE. „ > * * ; ' / ’ ' * i W HAT, Mother Dear, is a di vorce? It is that form of marital separation, Precious One, that a gen eration ago wag a dlsgTace and now is a habit. Why, Mother, do you always scold the child for carrying its pie from the table? You have so much to learn. My Daughter. The child that carries its pie from the table so as 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 his share of business life. And, believe me, my ,d£ar, 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 hag made a call. Every ; woman in it yawning. What Is Charity, .Mother? It is that noble trait, \ly Child, that ! attributes the failure of a bachelor to the lack of a wife to act as 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. slgnifieg a poetic temperament, and which in others denotes biliousness. What is meant by the Blue Pencil? 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 cook well enough to he prepared to keep boarders for a living. Mhy, Mother, does the woman spend much time looking for things at Askvoardruroistfor the grocer’s which are the quickest It. If he cannot sup- to cook” * }j the marvel. ,"n, ,ish<- to save time Little One, In order that later In the day she may 1 have more of it to waste. Rome probable Investors 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 the land lies.” “Or the lanS agent,” quietly re marked one of the party. * * * Mother What do you think you will make out of my daughter's talent? Professor (absent mindedly)—About $10 a lesson if the piano holdB out A Bachelor’s Diary HE WRITE!. OF A HALLOWE'EN ADVENTURE By MAX. O CT. 81.—The spirit of Hallow e'en took possession of my pretty nurse and of me at ex- j nctly the same hour last evening, : and after we had seen Richards pilot- j lng 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 use going to bed She wore a scarlet coat, and oy “she" I mean my pretty companion, and ^ did not know until to-night what It means to be a woman and for one brief evening kick all the con vention* 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 an 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 j know now what I can do for a living when my business goes to smash— buy a hand organ of an Italian, as I did to-night and get my pretty nurse i to do a dance In front of it, and then pass around the hat. There were three or four hundred dollars In her hat when we fled, leaving the hand organ behind us, which a very peni tent young woman will carry to-mor row to some charity. The money. I i mean, not the hand organ. She will be penitent. I know her sex so well. We did nothing very wrong beyond the Injury to our di gestions, but a good woman likes to exaggerate her sins, 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 BI.AMF. But the scarlet coat was entirely to blame. I have felt like anything but a Methodist prayer meeting every time 1 have seen her put It on, and If she will persist in wearing it there Is no telling what will happen. When she wear a 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 that scarlet coat puts a devil try In her eyes that len t at all sooth ing, and there comes a flush in her cheeks 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 scarlet 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 Hallowe'en, but the nurse never smiles. "It la all right for a man to forget himself, and laugh about It after ward," she exclaimed this morning, “but being a woman ls 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 ms.” T retorted. “It wan the scarlet coat you were wearing.” I saw her later In the day start to put It qn when getting ready for a walk snfi then look at it dubiously. 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 SIDF.. If von had ears. Diary, you would have heard only one side of the talk, so what ls the use of telling you more? “Hello!” “Yes, this is Max," “Oh,*’ a little coldly. “It ls you. ls it? Yes. I’m bettef, thank you.” “No; no bad effects from the day I spent down town.” “How ls my companion, you say?” (Fros; In my voice.) “She Is not here.” "1 can’l tell you where she is now. I believe she la on her way te Eu rope ’’ ' ' es, very pretty. Glad you ad mired her.” 1 can ’t give her your message, though no doubt it would please her to have won the admiration of a man as discriminating as yourself. Tou see, l haven’t her address, and 1 never expect to see her again.” “Yes, It is too bad Good-bye.” Then I returned to the library to And Richards looking somewhat mys tified. The pretty nurse wasted no time in expressing herself. ’Yeu were talking about me,” she said, “and you were talking to the gentleman who took us to lunch the day we spent down town.” "Well ’’ on the defensive. “What of it?” “Nothing, only I wanted yon to know that I know” Then she went back to the book/ and F saw 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. Tt Isn’t Jealousy, at. all. I hope T am too big a man to feel such n sentiment as that. It is for the girl’s sake r 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 a girl. As long as she ls a member of my household I feel a moral obligation regarding her wel fare I should feel Just the same if It were the cook nr'one of the maids. BFEVER nr HAPPY. I know the man Is not married, but you see. in a way. that makes It worse. He might hope to marry her, and she would never be happy with HIM! 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 sick mar T HERE was a man here this aft ernoon selling a fine book, sed Ma. I toald him to cum hack Ionite when you were here, so you cud see it. Missus Jenkins bought one & all the other nabors. Thenalm of the book is Beekun Lites of Lit- eratur. I hoap he dosent cum back, .sed Pa, I am sick & tired of these book agents with thare chop whiskers <Kr tharo nerve. I have a noshun to give him the gate beefoar he gits a chanst to show the book at all. Jest thpn the boftk agent cairn, lie was a tall, fat man with rosy cheeks & a nice fur overcoat. He looked like a man in a show wich I seen onst, Git Rich Quick Somebody. Moast of the book agents wich cuins to our house looks as if they was JesM working at it long enuff to git sumthing to eet^fr then git a better job, but this man looked vary prosper-u». He dident wait for Pn to ask him to set down he »Ht down in the hig hest chare & started in. My good man. he sed to Pa. you have within jure grasp a wunderful opportunity to delve into the ded master minds of the ded past. Thay are all In yure reech, to borrow from or disagree with, these wunderful minds. You can chat with Shake- gpeer, Milton, Byron. Dickens, Thaek- ery a thousand noabel men. You will be enchanted to lead nitely the peris of buty nnd wisdom that arc contained in this marvel us volume, Beekun Lites of Literatur. It is buti- fully bound, as you can see, in mocca Java binding with a page marked In the upper rite hand of every leef The book opens eesily, & is printed In English, malking it. easy for you to reed it. This marvel us volume I am offering on this trip only for the ridiculusly low ilgger of fifteen dol lars. Beekun Lites of Literatur, the moast compre-hensiv work of that title wich Is In the market to-day Fifteen dollars buys it—the works of the masters. lias it got. the records of the flters in It? sed Pa Thare is a grate descripshun of the battle of Waterloo in It, wed the agent, & allushuns to Caesar & other grate flters. yor, sir. Has it got Packey McFarland's rec ord? sed Pa, & Battling Nelson’s ca- I roer” I do not understand, sed the agent. Has it got Ty Cobb’s batting aver age for 1913? sed Pa, & how many bases he stole? I bet tt hasent. I 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 I doant want it, sed Pa. Any book that doant have the records of the grate prize flters and hall players in It Is no Beekun Lite for me. I suppoasetj that I was calling irpon a gentleman of intelligence and rce- flnement, sed the agent. I sec l was mistaken & i will bid you goodnite. Goodnite, 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 feely brite An Unexpected Gift. He was a shy young man, but In his heart there 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 bis heart. This, he hoped, would pave the way to the popping of the great kilestion. That night he called at her house* nnd found her alone. Producing a small, square box from his pocket, h< said, nervously: “T have ventured to bring you a small present. Miss Finn, but I am; afraid that perhaps li will not tit yom j finger. Will you try it on?” “Oh, dear," said tin girl, blushing most becomingly, “this is quite un expected! Why, I never dreamed that you really cared enough Poor fool! Instead of grasping the opportunity in F«>t)i hands he opened the box and produced a thimble! Then the thermometer dropped about ten degrees. The largest estate in the UnitM Kingdom is that belonging to ‘the Duke of Sutherland, which extends to 739.200 acres. The female brain commences to de cline in weight after th»» age of thirty; the jnale not till ten years later. The Moors of Arabia and Spain were the first to display colored globes in chemists’ windows. John Ewln, of New York, is contest ing the will of his aunt, Mrs. Caroline Ewln, who died in April last, leaving $100,000 to rescue cats in all parts of tin* world including London’s deserted house eatk and those in the Island of Madeira. In the latter place stray cats are so scarce that each, under the will, would receive about $1,000. 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 assklpously his arithmetic lesson, and, after calling to him sev eral times without receiving an an swer, she appealed to her father. "George is busy,” said father “I know,” replied Faith; “but he might at least have said, ‘Shut up.’" Between Women’s Health or Suffering Thfi main reason why so many women suiter greatly at times is because of a run-down con dition. 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