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1 © Any One Too Old lo Enjoy a Woolly Lamb for Christmas Is 7 oo Old to Be in the Game # # # @ A T' A Y/ A Thrilling Story of x rSA I Society Blackmailers (Novellied by> ■Remember, that f love you. 1-night, father, ami remember that I are taking with you the <JearcM ! | thing in all the world t* The Police Return. me. JrT* n h n ; C y n« a.™S. ; -r„, I von for « Thirty-nimh Street Theater. New York, tru* trlond Ciaod-nlKhl, my lady." srrfai rights heM and <.mynghled 1-y Hdbrnok’a hand ea« on the spring International New* Service.) TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT. ’ As District Attorney 1 take your word. Captain Holbrook," said (rordon Graham at last, and he little guessed h<*w he was serving his daughter at thRt particular moment. • Thank you." aald the man on parole, quietly. lock a moment more and he would have lifted it- to open the door for his honored guests- hut there was the thundering knock of authority on the panels. “Hello,’’ railed 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 “Come, Chief." said Graham. “Both knobs, gentlemen," said Ho! brook, as they tries! the door. “Its a spring lock, remember. That s it. Good-night.’ He stood quite still op his hearth stone for a moment, listening to make sure of retreating footsteps “The Lord be praised!” ejaculated Father Shannon piously. “Yes. praise Him. b\ all means but not too loudly those walnut doors may have ears ." Holbrook listened for a final second and then opened the door that led to his own rooms “Aline m.v dear." he called “Safe?" called the girl, in exquisite relief. “Yes I’m on parole " "You both look very serious What was it?" asked the girl. In surprise Alines Oath. When a woman finds Hint the enemy has been forced to retreat sbe thinks the victory has been won. It i* men who are trained In battle and who know that retreat ma> mask an ahi buseade a sortie and that first honors do not decide the conflict. “It is serious you don’t know how serious," said the <'aplain. In a tone to match his words then seeing the mask of fear draw over the girl’s hrighiened face, he determined to bring a moment of relief again. “Surely it Is serious wby. nayther of us dares to drink a drop of the whisky”' he laughed. The girl smiled wanly. Now listen. Aline, my dear SWKAll TO ME THAT Y« >1 WILL 1C PI FI S E TO TACK OF ANYTHING THAT’S HAPPENED TO-NIGHT UNLESS 1 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 orders from another ami there is no f< latlonshlp of fear of master to man then the great ruling power that 1m pels obedience is I»ve. Aline raised her e • s to the fSce of the man to whom she had given her heart, but to whom she could not give herself “I promise." “But take your ««ath ‘So help you God!’ “You doubt her truth?" asked the Father, gravely. “No. Father, but 1 want her to be able to say that she is under a vow of silence.” .Mine’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 grdfet peril. “1 sweat 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 mush an unselfish, protecting Dempster. The enemy had made a sortie. "Come In." cried Carry easily, wait ing for Father .Shannon to regain his position. “Oh. wait a minute excuse me I'm always forget tin' 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 all assumption of ease he was far from feeling ' There is a taxi wailing below, said Dempster, sternly and accusingly, lo 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 tin- priest! “You came in it. .lames, the man told me so- " This was man to man and Father Shannon was only “.lames” to th*- chief now. “I did." •Til 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 tin net now. “Yes the chauffeur says that!" Holbrook bad crossed over to ids great j Russian chair lie was leaning forward across Its back, now quite relaxed per fectly at ease or, so he must look to any observer but in tin* second when the other man had been observing I*a 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 tew cards left in Ills pack he would play them one at a time for bis queen. “What's tiic 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 hint with as tonishment in various terms writ large on their faces. Whai would he tell? How tar was he prepared to go” “Web?" queried Gruhum, impatiently “That item about n>v engagement to your daughter whs Inserted by the so ciety editress a 'lady.' as you’ve Just said, chief she says T was 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 «>f engaging candor and in a simple little tone of emphasis he told the truth as best calculated to de ceive. “I won't sny 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 Ritn she left before you came, and that she's sorry enough for her part in the matter." To Be Continued To-morrow. t dt The Manicure Lady • By WILLIAM F. KIRK. ^^r-psHAT 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 ways The first gent that came In was a middle-a g«-d fellow’ from a small town. He told me frank enough that he didn’t have the habit of getting manicured, and he said the only reason he came in was because he had three or four hangnails and had heard somewhere that a mani cure could fix hangnails fine. He was aw ful nice and gentlemanly to me. and told me that he liked It in the small town better than In the city He said that he was a merchant it the small town and was doing sc well that he wouldn’t care to move into a city where everything was new and strange He wasn't dressed very swell, as far as style goes, and he didn't have no flip talk, but I could ♦ see that he had lots of brains, and 1 knew he was a man." "1 noticed him when he went oat. sa d the Head Barber. "He didn’t give you no tip, though." "1 didn't want no tip from him," declared the Manicure Lady. “Let the fresh guys tip me, as long a they have the habit. He probably never lived where folks give t‘ps, or he would have tipped me as li>*r«l as anybody. And now 1 want to tel you about the other kind of a wise guy that was in. “This young fellow telis me before he is in the chair a minute that he Is a wise flsh. He thought he was so deep that he was all the time saying, 'Do you follow me?’ I couldn't have lost him in his cheap chatter if I had been ten times as stupid as I am which I ain't- Yes. he says he is s wise flsh, or a wise owl. I forgo? which he said, but anyhow wise all the way. ‘If there is anything that anybody ever put over on me.' he : says. ‘I want somebody to walk up and tell me. I am good and hep to everything.' he says. Jaet when the nice middle-aged fellow was going out this young wart comes in. The middle-aged man asked I teUe* says, ’Wliy ava i you 40 dov>: to the Aquarium and ask a flsh?' That made me kind of tired, so I tells the middle-aped gent where there Is a big hardware store, and ! after be had went I gave young ! sporty a swift call for getting fresh with his ciders 1 talked to him until I had desausted all my eleaanro. 1 and it didn't do no f^hod. He Just ! kept grinning that wise grin of his 1 at me and winking his light eye. He sure did give that wink a merr> game. "They’ve got to get up earls in the a m. when they pul one over An me, Ambrose the live one,’ he says to ine. ’Maybe I might have let one g » over my head once, but if 1 eve: did I must have been when 1 Just got up and was rubbing my eves,’ he says. He pulled three of the latest stag* Jokes, gave me a imitation of himself imitating George Mohan, and pulled a lot of flash conversation, all during the time I was hurrying madly to get his nails did and get him out of the shop. "That is the Kind of w’ise guys that our big city is getting choked up with, George When they know- enough slang to keep everybody guessing about what the> 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 you ever want to get in dutch with me, George, just come around some morning and tell me that you are * wise flsh." He Was Careful. Little Tommy was bDnglng In the new kittens to show the visitor. He brought the flrsf 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. 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: practical blessing of the age!" "Oh, tell me. Theophilus, tell me what it is." begged^ his wife ‘ A collar button with a little phono graph inside that will call out when it rolls int«> a dark jer under the dre&ser. Here 1 am: litre 1 ami' " An Opportunity ToMakeM onev jJTT “*? V *—■*>»» *Why. tt W9r «er I«i W timOttM needed. «*£ prises eft ■wwtetafm, ’l. Yo ® P **»< ««J Yew M.» RANDOLPH & CO rmtKMt ttMn.H, 618 "F" street, N. W„ wiiHiKCTov n. c. aim ,4 Two Magnificent Styles ,st FULLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE T HIS evening sown 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 is 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 of 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 Is a folded tunic of the velvet. The sleeves are of flesh ,'olored tulle.—0L1VKTTE. Tabloid Tales 1 \ t V/V'* vorce? It is that form of marital separation, Precious One. that a gen eration ago was» a disgrace and now is a habit. Wh\. Mother, do >011 : a ay* > obi the child for carrying iis pie from the table You have so much to learn. My Daughter. The child that carries its* pie from the tabic 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 sharp of business life. And. believe me. my dear, what he might miss when der is no.t much more important than what ho might miss as a child. Is there anything in Die world. Mother, that could take the conceit I out of a man ‘ ALirri go is one remedy. Child Vn- j other effectual way would be to let him look back into a loom two min- I utes after he ins' made a call, livery | woman in it yawning. What is Charity. Mother? It is that noble trait. My Child, that i attributes the failure oi a bachelor to ' 10 ho-k of a wife to art as an ineen- tive to success anil the failure of a married man to the domestic burden he carries. What, Mother, is meant by Soulful Ye 1 filings ? It is that quality which, in one’s self. Little (me. signifies* a poetic temperament, and which In others denotes biliousness. What is meant by the Blue Pencil? It is that. My child, which every- ot • ii.'fds. but that only those unfor- • urate beinus 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 be prepared to keep boarders for a living. Mhy, Mother, does the woman spend so much time looking for things at the grocer’s which are the quickest to cook? She w ishes to save time. Little One. in order that later in the day she may hav« more of it to waste. e For the woman who finds fur beyond her means, we suggest the use of os trich combined with velvet —or of the ever-useful and warm m-.rabou. The gown shown on the left is of blue satin with belt and surplice foid3 of brown velvet. Vanila brown velvet forms the centre of the scarf— and the ostrich or marabou should he of the same tone. On the muff are three hards 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 material. dt* $ A Bachelor’s Diary h E WRITEC^OF HALLOWE’EN ADVENTURE By MAX. O CT. SI.—The spirit of Hallow een took possession of my pretty nurse and of me at ex actly the same hour last evening, and 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 use going to bed. She wore a scarlet coat, and oy "she" I mean my pretty companion, and I did not know until to-night what It means 1 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 cbnventlons, 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- Is no telling what will happen. When she 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 that scarlet coaut puts a devil try In her eyes that isn't at all sooth ing. and there comes a flush In her I believe she is on her way to Eu rope-" ml'redVr"* P ” Uy - °' ad ^ * a ’ "I can t glv. her your me,..., though no doubt it would please h,r to have won the admiration of a as discriminating as yourself. v 0I , see, i haven't her address, and I never expect to see her again." “Yes, it is too bad. Good-bye cheeks to match It, and her hair flies! ? * r ? tu , rn 1 U . l ° the Iibrar Y to — fmed K1C Th r . d Vr°.u; n L 8 r 0 sT eWha ' in li'ttle wayward man long to push around her face curls that make ea right for a girl the age of Manette to wear a scarlet coat, bu<t I ehall 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 is all right for a man to forget himself, and laugh about it after ward,” she exclaimed this morning, my». wasted no promptu song and dance ourselves at ,but h#ln * a woman is different, one restaurant, and fled before the tumult of applause. I caught a taxi cab and we ^ode for an hour after that to get back our breaths. I 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 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 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 BLAME. 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 Whenever I think that I—I, who was brought up so strictly-—got trp on the platform In that dance hall, and danced the tango, and sang-—why, I am overcome with shame. Yo*u ought to be ashamed of yourself for getting me Into it!" "It wasn't me," I retorted. *It was the scarlet coat you were weaving." I saw her later in the day suart to put it on when getting ready for a walk and 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 SIDE. If you had ears, Diary, you wooild have heard only one side of the taJk, so what is the use of telling y>ou 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 can’t tell you where she is now. time in expressing herself, ch curl back In place. It is all ‘Y«u were talking about me,” .0 „ .1*1 ♦ k B * ,d ’ “ and you were talking to th* gentleman who took us to lunch the day we ?pent down town." it?’^ eI1 ° n thC def ® n8ive * "YV’hat of “Nothing; only I wanted you know that I know” ™ Then she went back to the book and I saw that Richards was trying to suppress a laugh. I presume m 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 mv pretty nurse. It Isn’t Jealousy, at all I hope I am too big a man to feel such a sentiment as that. It U f or 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 a girl. As long as she Is * member of my household I feel a moral obligation regarding her wel- fare. I should feel Just the same if It were the cook or one of the maids. NEVER nE 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 Do You Know- Little Bobbie’s Pa Up-to-Date Jokes Some 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 land agent." quietly re marked one of the party. * * * Mother - What do you think you will make out of my daughter's talent” Professor < a bse n t -m indedly’) — A bout $10 a lesson if the piano holds out. Every Woman U tntoreatad and should know about tba wonderful Marvel Douche T HERE was a man here this aft ernoon selling a fine book, sed Ma. I toald him to cum back Ionite when you were here, so you cud see it. Missus Jenkins bought one & all the other nabors. The naim of the book is Beekun Lites of Lit ers tur. I hoap he dosent cum back, sed Pa, I am sick & tired of these book agents with thare chop whiskers Sir 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 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 eums to our house looks as if they was jest working at It long enuff to git sumthing to eet & then git a better job, but this man looked vary prosper-us. He dident wait for Pa to ask him to set down, he sat down in the big- best chare & started in. My good man, he sed to Pa, you have within yure 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- | speer, Milton, Byron, Dickens. Thack- ery—a thousand noabel men. You will be enchanted to read nitely the, peris of buty and wisdom that are contained in this marvelus volume. Beekun Lites of Llteratur. 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, S: is printed in English, maiking it eesy for you to reed it. This marvelus volume I am offering on thL«* trip only for the ridiculusly low tigger of fifteen dol lars. Beekun Lites of Literatur, the moast compre-hensiv work of that title wich i* in the market to-day. Fifteen dollars buys it—the works of the masters. Has it got the records of the fiters in- it? sed Pa. Thare is a grate dcscripshun of the battle of Waterloo in it, sed the agent. A* aliushuns to Caesar & other gra*e fiters. yer, sir. Has It got Packev McFarland’s rec ord'.’ sed Pa. & Battling Nelson’s ca reer? 1 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 it hasent. I bet it hasent eeven got the life of Kid Broad in it. T 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 fiters and ball players in it is no Beekun Lite for me. I suppoased that I was catling upon a gentleman of intelligence and ree- finement, sed the agent. 1 see I.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, sumtimes you seem reelv 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 his heart. This, he hoped, w’ould pave the way 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, he said, nervously: "I have ventured to bring you a small present. Miss Finn, but I am afraid that perhaps it will not fit your finger. Will you try it on?” “Oh, dear,” said the girl, blushing most becomingly, "this is quite un expected! \yhy, I never dreamed that you really oared enough ” Poor fool! Instead of grasping the opportunity in both hands, he opened the box and 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 him sev eral times without receiving an an swer. she appealed to her father. "George is busy.” said father. “1 know," replied Faith; "but h€ might at least have said, ‘Shut up.’ ” The largest estate in the United Kingdom is that belonging to the Duke of Sutherland, which extends to 729,200 acres. TT10 female brain commences tn de cline in weight after the age of thirty: the male not till ten years later. The Moors of Arabia and Spain were the first to display colored globes in chemists’ windows. John Fwin, of New York, is contest ing the will of his aunt. Mrs. Caroline Ewin. who died in April last, leaving $100,000 to rescue oats in all parts of the world—including London’s deserted house cats 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. Between Women’s EtaaSth or Suffering The main reason why so many women suffer greatly at times is because of a run-down con dition. Debility, poor circula tion show in headaches, lan guor, nervousness and worry. 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