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# €> % © One Too Old to Enjoy a Woolly Lamb for Christmas Is 7 oo Old to Be in the Game © # © © A Thrilling Story of AT BAY Society Blackmailers e* (Novellztd *y> (From the play by George Scar boroup- now being presenter! at the Thlrtv-nmth Street Theater. New York. Sena! rights held aryl copyrighted by International News Service.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. "Ah District Attorney 1 fake your word. Captain Holbrook." said Gordon Graham at last, and he little guessed how he was serving his daughter at tha- particular moment. “Thank you." said the man on parole, quietly. •Tome, Chief,“ said Graham "Both knobs, gentlemen." aaid Hoi brook, as they iried the door "It » a spring lock, remember That s it (P>o<1-night " He stood quite still on his hearth stone for a moment, listening to make sure of retreating footsteps ••The lx»rd be praised!" ejaculated Father Shannon piously. "Yes. praise Him. by 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 my 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 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 buscade a sortie* and that first honors do not decide the conflict. "It is serious you don't know how serious," said the Captain, iri a tone to match his words then seeing Hie mask of fear draw over the girl's brightened face, h* determined to bring a moment of relief again "Surely It is serious why, nayther of us darea to drink a drop of the whisky!" he laughed The girl smiled wanly. Now listen. Aline, my dear SWEAR TO ME THAT YOl’ WIN, REFUSE TO TALK 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 and there is no re lationship of fear of master to man then the great ruling power that im pels obedience is l^ove Aline raised her eves to the face of the man to whom ahe had given her heart, but to whom ahe 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 he able to say that she is under a vow of silence." Aline s eves 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 J love "Remember, that I love you. Good-night, father, and remember that 1 you are faking with you the dearest i thing in all the world to me." The Police Return. j "Good-night, my lad." ! "flood-night, and God bless you for a I true friend flood-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 ma^e a sortie. "Come in." cried I^arry easily, wait ing for Father Shannon fo regain his position. "Oh, wait a minute excuse me I'm always forgettin* that spring look." 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 case he was far from 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 fa< e 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 w'as 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 chaufTeur says that?" The fa titer would do his best for the lad ami lass he loved but the church < ou d 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 it is great | Russian chair -he was leaning forward across its back, now quite relaxed per fectly at ease or. so lie must look to any observer but in the second when tlie other man had been observing Fa j ther Shannon and not Captain Itol brook, a sly, thoughtful expression had crossed his face that was now so bland | and childlike in its engaging honest> There were still a few curds left in his pack lie would play them one at a time for h!s queen. "What's the use of further deception. Mr. Graham!" exclaimed Holbrook In a tone of determination fo 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 fur was lie prepared to go? "Well?" queried Graham, Impatiently. "That Item about my engagement to your daugh er 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 (‘all on the man related to tiiat All the kisses that all the vagabonds of all the ages have put on the "War ney stone' lifted Captain Holbrook's Ups in a smile of engaging candor ami ir. 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. Hut I do say that if that lady WAS with Rim she left before you came, and that she's sorry enough for her part in the matter." To Be Continued To-morrow. By WILLIAM F. KIRK. g^rr^HAT word ‘wise’ is a funny j 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-aged fellow’ from a small town. He told me frank enough that he didn't have the habit of getting manicured, and he »aid 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 awful nice and gentlemanly to me. and told me that lie liked it in the small town better than in the city. He said that he was a merchant in the amall 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 dreeeed very •well, as far as style goes, and he didn't have no flip talk, hut I could •re that he had lots of brains, and i knew he was a man." "I noticed him when he went ost. ' said the Head Barber. "He didn't give you no tip, though." "1 didn't want no lip from him," declared the Manicure Lady. "Let the fresh guys tip me, as long sr to the Aquarium and ask a fish?’ 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 freab with his elders I talked to him until I had de9austed all my elegance, 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 go* to get up early 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 g » over my head once, but if I eve; did I must have been when I Just got up and w’as 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, til 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 j 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 you ever want to get in dutch with 1 zvo Magnificent Styles FULLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE - A Bachelor’s Diary) HE WRITE:, OF A HALLOWE’EN ADVENTURE 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 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 fonnd a very useful way to utilize old s . * 1 T HIS evening gown of Copenhagen blue velvet on th£ 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 ami 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 flash colored tulle,—OLIVETTE. they have the habit. He probably never lived where folks give tips, or I m e. (.eorge. Just come around some he would have tipped me ae liberal morning and tell me that you are a as anybody. And now I want to tel j * *® you about the other kind of a wlae guy that was in. He Was Careful. "This young fellow tells 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 aaylng. 'Do you follow me?’ 1 couldn't have lost him In his cheap chatter if I had been ten tlmee as stupid as I am which I ain’t. Tes, he saya he la a 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!" /xclalmed the visi tor. von mustn't hurt the poor little things." No. msdam. I won’t." Tomnqt- re- by tho them wise flsh. or a wise owl. I forgot which he said, but anyhow wise all plied. "I’m carrying the way. ’If there Is anything that stems." anybody ever put over on me,' he says. I want somebody to walk up and toll m e. I am good and hep to At last," exclaimed the long-haired A Boon Indeed. everything, he says inventor, "I have evolved the greatest "Ju»t when the nice middle aged practical blessing of the age!" fellow’ was going out this young wart i "Oh. tell me. Theophilus. tell me com., in. The middle-aged m.na.ked “ hlt 'h, 1 * J 11 * W,f *, , w. .. H ew A collar button with a little phono- ,he xoung re.low wh.eh way to go to 1 *„ , nt)d e ther will call out when hrri a »et of e ale.-, and the young it rol u a dark corner unde- the *‘.WiG 19u «9 dresi-tr, ’Hero i am! Hera i - IT THAT. Mother Dear, is a dl- Yy voree? 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 * 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 da\ be a man and eat on the run in order not to miss his 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 he to let him look hack into a room two min utes aft* r he has made a call. Every woman in it yawning. What i* Charity. Mother? It is that noble trait. My g-j 1 that attributed the failure of a bachelor t*-> 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. signifies 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, hut 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- | iftcation. Child, the ability to cook well enough to he prepared to keep boarders for a living. Mhy, Mother, does the woman spend j so much time looking for things at the grocer’s which are the quickest j to cook? She wishes to save time. Little One, i in order tha; ' iter in the day she may e j \ ** ini.r« of it to »asta. By MAX O CT. 81.—The spirit of Hallow e’en 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 Dy "she" I mean my pretty companion, and 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 end all the cabarets; we did an im promptu song and danoe 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 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 & dance in front of it, and then pass around the hat. There were three or four hundred dollar* 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 m^an. 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 w’oman 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 w'oman. THE COAT TO RI.AMR. 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 she wears those golden browns amd 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 Isn’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 ajl right for a glr! thf age of Manette to wear a scarlet coat, but I shall re- biU<e the nurse for appearing In such a defianucolor The sight of her isn’t good tor me. November 3.—It Is Just as I pre dicted. I have laughed many times over th* 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, "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 w’ith shame. Y r ou 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 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 would have heard only one side of the talk, go - 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." "1 can t tell you where she is now. rope"* V * * h * ° n her Wly u Eu - mirVXSfr Pret,y - °>»d TOO tea a, ?« see, I haven’t her address, and I expect to see her again." “Yes. it is too bad Good-bye." _ ? returned to the librarv •. fie' i a R C ™t rds loolcln S somewhat m , s . t fled The pretty nurse wasted time in expressing: herself w f r * talking about ma,- said, and you were talking ta gentleman who took us to lunoh , h ! day we spent down town.- n * in ? Vell/ ' on th ® def «nslve. "What oj “Nothing; onlyN I wanted y«o know that I know” '* Then she went bank to tha book and I saw that Richards wa« trvi„« to suppress a laugh, I pr,a um ,' determination not to let that shallow, pated man see the nurse again w* confirm Richards In her s u , plci ;;! that a romance la budding underlies eyes, but I don’t care I am too sick a man to be annoyed! by any man's admiration of pretty nurse. It Isn’t Jealousy, at I hope I am too big a man' to feel such a sentiment as that It I. the girl’s sake I feel that way T h I man is wealthy and a spender and If he came out here and paid her any attention it would mean l a >« hours and dinners at midnight and all those things that are not at a’l good for a girl. As long as she Is * member of my household I fee’ moral obligation regarding her w.l fare. I 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 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 in.tend to keep her all for yourself?" It Isn’t the right way to treat a sick mar Do You Know— T HERE was a man here this aft ernoon selling - a fine book, sed Ma. I toald him to cum back j tonite when you were here, so you j cud see it. Missus Jenkins bought 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 (absent-mindedly)—About $10 a lesson if the piano holds out one & all the other n a hors. The naim 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 & thare nerve. 1 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 cums 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 Jn. 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 Literatur. It is buti- fully bound, as you can see, in mocca Sc Java binding with a page marked in the upper rite hand of every leef. The book opens eesrily, & Is printed in English, maiking it eesy for you to reed it. This marvelus volume I am offering on this trip only for tire ridiculusly low figger 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 !t—the works of the masters. Has it got the records of the fiters in it? sed Pa. Thare is a grate descripshun of the battle of Waterloo in it, sed the agent, & allushuns to Caesar & other gra*e fiters. 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? sed Pa. & how many bases he stole? I bet it hasent. I bet it hasent eeven got the life of Kid Jlroad in it I 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 th&t I was calling upon a gentleman of intelligence and ree- finement, sed the agent*. I see 1 was mistaken & I will bid you goodnite. Goodnite. sed Pa. After the agent was gone Pa beegan to lal’f. That is the way to git rid of them, he sed. I bet I know moar about the reel Beekun Lit^s of Literatur than that mutt, but I wuddent let him know it. Husband, sed Ma, sumtimes you seem reeiv brite. As* roirrdnirrlstfor it. If ho cannot sup ply the MARVEL. •coet>t no other, bnt send « , ampforbook , taKtfM. UJ-iii sui i NATIONAL SURGICAL INSTITUTE For the Treatment of DEFORMITIES Established 1*74 dlY» the deform ed children a chance. Send us their names, we can help them. This Institute Treats Club Feet Diseases of the Spine. Hip Jcrinta Paralysis, etc. Send for illustrated catalog. 72 South Pryor Street, Atlanta, Ga. 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, would 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! Why, I never dreamed that you really cared 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. The largest estate in the United Kingdom is that belonging to the Duke of Sutherland, which extends to 739,200 acres. 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