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I i ■ k kf jf ‘ 1 1, \ ii If Be an 4 Exponent of the Real Religion: It Is Not Saving for Himself That Makes a Man, But Service for Others h THE IT He Never Takes a Date & OopyrUfbt, IfilS, International Nsw* Ssrrir*. BY NELL BRINKLEY Did you ever do I bis—sic up and melt your little i liest out anil cmile sort of off hand and dare Danny to take a .shot at you? He never does, you ktxvw, take * dare. You sit back on your heels, and you think it's a pime—Just fun. The little chap's grot mch s playful smile, and he fools around and fools around and sends his arrow quiver ing Into the walls —but you are dead certain that he'd never loose it Into yonr even pulsed heart. And so, in the midst of this mild play and gentle cams rsderle. you put your two flats on your hips and dare young Dan t" wing you! And r 7 ' h e braces h i s small legs a n ■] rounds out hi N tummy and draws the singing string to his pink ear (and still it looks like play, for his mouth beyond the bow is smili ng just the samel, and he shuts on» bright eye; and you smile on also —and — one tiny, vicious twang — time enough teeee behind Lowe’s smile an icy cruel, ty — and over you topple—clean sons — in love —the deadly bittersweet struck deep 1 n your heart! Did you ever dare Love to wing you and find he never takes a dare? Don't do it, even if you’re the last- ingest old bache lor ever was! —.Veil Brinkley. Cupid may be a tiny little imp, but he knows no fear, and nothing ‘'feazes” him. Their Married Life HIS MOTHER'S HEAVY, MIDDAY CHRISTMAS ' f\ I L/ /\ DINNER UPSETS WARREN’S DIGESTION I, ! £ \ ^ £ \ X A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers J By MABEL HERBERT URNER. i w lth " of sympathy. she could j havs hugged her for that remark. 4 * ]\ ft " THKR take this chair.” "Well, Hhe'll not make him very; Ivl Warren drew forward a , b«r V If she'« the headstrong, willful 1VA >er K e armchair for h i 8 | ^ I take her «o he. ■ grunted mother, and then nettled himself on ‘ "l thought she was very the window seeat with a cigar. sweet/' ventured Helen. and ah With a qukrk, self-conscious glance seem* to be a girl of exceptional in shout the room. Helen went over to telligence the couch where Carrie's two chil dren were playing with one of the many games Santa Claus ha<l brought them. They had Just come In from dinner, the family Christmas dinner that Warren's mother always had at 3 "’clock. And now they would alt around and talk for the rest of the h fternoon Helen alwsaya dreaded these holi day dinners, and she dreaded more the "sitting around'' afterward. Every one felt heavy and uncom fortable from having eaten an over rich dinner at thia unaccustomed hour Warren’s father, leaning hack n his big leather chair, nodded ileepilf, and tjhe others felt too lan- rtild to make much attempt at eon- rersatlon. Helen began fitting a set of dom inoes into their box from the sheer need of doing something with her hands She had anticipated this try ing period after dinner and had longed to bring some fancy work. Hut • he knew Warreei'e mother would be shocked at her "sewing on Christ mas "Hooka like It’s getting ready to quaking at her Eh? What's that”" demanded Mr. Curtis sharply. "I thought she seemed very sweet and unusually intelligent for so young a girl," repeated Helen A STRONG M ILL "Humph! Well, headstrongness isn’t intelligence! And Bob's not the one to put up with any foolishness— that boy’s got a will of his own.” "I think all of the Curtlaes have," said Helen quietly. "Eh” What's that”" : elen knew perfectly vs ell that Mr. Curtis had heard what she said, but he always greeted her remarks with a rasping, "Eh? What's that?” "I said I thought all the Curtises were strong-willed.'' with deliberate defiance "though I've noticed they resent that trait In any one else "Eh? What's that -what's that”" fairly spluttered Mr. Curtis. "Well, maybe we think one headstrong, self- willed daughter-in-law in the family is enough." "No doubt you're right." retorted Helen outwardly calm, hut inwardly temerity. "And l hope Hobs wife will be more sue ces. ful than 1—In winning the ap-j proval of her husband's family.” There was an ominous silence. , Helen kept her eyes on the dominoes, "They're overbuilding all around , but she knew that Warren ««s gl*: here. Half of th^se apartments are ( j n g at her. and that M Curtis was empty. People won’t pay the ient.” growled Warren's father, who owned snow'," commented Carrie, who was sitting by the window, "How fast they’re putting up that corner build ing. How many stories." counting them. "Fifteen speechless with rage Who would have broken the alien the old-fashioned three stor\ hoime , Rn(1 what t,he\ would have said Helen; never knew, for Roy. <’Rrrle s little j liov, now demanded ehrlll.v: , "Aunt Helen, you eald you d i>la> they lived in. and who hated the in \asion of the large apartments. "All cheaply built, too. Speculative build ings—every one of ’em " "We were talking about Bob tak ing one of those corner apartments.'" boar ,\ ', low where's the men?' murmured Mrs. Curtis "He promised , a.i-it >aih ” ■leefullv sc me he’d go over and look at them.’’ escapement, she was walking down , the street with Warren. "If you want to take the subwn> all rignt,” curtly. "I want some e.\- i ercise." "Oh, I think I can walk . I'm sure T can.” protested Helen. "And the streets are so wonderful now." for the lights were beginning to gleam out through 1he half dusk. They walked on in silence. Helen had expected hint to storm out at her about her words with his father And now. ns always, his silence wua more disconcerting than his out spoken wrath She felt too that this time he had r:ght to be ang» Sne was full of remorse and aelf reproach that she had allowed his father to Irritate her to the point of clashing. It was quite dark now, and Helen • lipped an appealing hand through Warren’s arm. but his arm hung stiffly straight and unresponsive "Dear. I know' I shouldn't have spoken like that to your father I’m sorry!” "Huh, you’re always sorry! You say and do whatever you blame please then try to wriggle out of it by saying ‘you’re sorry.’ " "But I do want you to know, dear that to-day after you gave me that beautiful" "Well, there's other ways of show ing appreciation besides everlastingly spouting about it. Here’s a drug store I've got 11* get something for this indigestion. These midday din ners are inventions of the devil!" Helen followed him into the drug store, where he bought a boitle of pepsin lozenges "See here." as they came out on the street "Are we supposed to go to Carrie's for New Year's dinner"" '. Why, yes, dear; she invited us sev eral weeks ag«* Von said w**'d go"' "Well, now. I say we WON'T! You have a headache or any other kind of an ache that'll get us out of that One of these tUrkey-inluce pie-holi day orgies u year is ENOl.’CHI' Any way. It's all my digestion will stand." (Novelized ¥y> . parches! with me.' •8o 1 did." cheerfully- Here’s the I'll get 'em,” gleefully scrambling down Off the vouch, tor Roy adored "Nonsense, mother." piotested Car- j b j s Aunt Helen, and to pluy games rie, "you know she won’t be willing to live that near the family. 1 Yen ture she’ll make Bob take an apart ment over there on- Park avenue.’’ •Well, Bob »an’t afford any forty with her was h rare treat. "Perhaps wed better play in the other room," suggested Helen. " 1 hen we won’t disturb any on*." and with out glancing at Warren or his father. five-hundred-doll a; rent." ai nounqed , Helen took up the parches! board and retreated to the next room 1 It was always the same. Ms father, decisively. % Bl(> RENT. "Is that what the\ pay?" Carrie naked. v eagerly. "But they’ve looms, haven't they” Jus: her father «nd her—it’s ridiculous! It wouldn't surprise me if she'd make Bob elay r:*ht there with them” • T'nless Bob i lost Abb his senses ;.e 11 not do that." declared Warren, grimly, getting up to look for an ush nay. He '1 probably do Just about what «he wants him to do—that’s my opin- she thought bitterly Warren's father al ways arouaed t tie Wont that "as I’l ten | her: Oh, wliy did she dislike him a.v.' j Why . mild rise never > ome t.. tills i house without some such controversy? I "No no. Aunt Helen." piotested ; Roy. •■you've aot to throw a live to ■ come out! Don't > qu want to play " ; disappointedly, aensins that Helen s 1 thoughts were not on the name "Of , ottrse 1 do' ' absented!' shak- ■ nic the dice Rov beat he bad 1. but he took no pleasure In his victor:, for he kept tried " at • saving she had not "tried " e even her „ow. I ll U r H ARD I'll be ion,” retorted Carrie. "Tv only twice, but she impressed me as being a very self-willed young wom an" * Helen was still fitting and refit ting the dominoes in the box. But now she wws listening with intense j t me since their marriage that interest to this family discussion of! barren had given her a real Christ- the girl to w hom Bob was engaged. How had they talked about hv j w-hen she was engaged to Warren? | should ha\ e controlled he She often wondered Jf they had re- ini!<m to his fathe you this time." for Helen, rather than go back with the others, wanted to keep on playli * And this Christmas should have been such a happy one' It was the thought with a pang of remorse, she antago- ferred to her as "Helen ” or Wise •Roy." called Carrie. get Then tame a general b caking up Although Mrs. Curtis Invited them ail to stay for "tea," the heav. d iner and the long afternoon n the over- Allen" And now she felt quick re- things on now. We re going home •entment tnat they had not even mentioned I^ouise's name, speaking of her merely «g "she" and "her ’’ As Helen both liked and admired, Louise, ehe longed to sa something { heated hoflse had left e\e- > one ii in her defense and headachy, and they were all glad "Well, the old man.® pretty solid, to get out in the fresn a r. t heT’ demanded Mr. Curtis of, Warren. "Bob doesn’t seem inclined to tell me much, but I looked him up on tny own account." Oh, I guess he's solid all r.ght," \ KORM4UT1. Helen told Mrs. Curtis how much she had "enjoyed the dinner." a prim for mality that she ne'er omitted with jhis fainlb- With Mr. Curtis sne ex- nan frigid good-bye, and th« admitted Warren. "If makes my hoy happy, :t deeer. t jfipatter «o much about the money.’’^ald Mrs. Curtis, gently. I lie;e« turret to Warrga'a »©Ui«r neat qombW with a sense of Joyous Do You Know That-- 'The President of the Vnited State* has a new mascot—-a large black cal which wandered into the breakfast room of the White House and jumped on Dr Woodrow Wilson’s knee The President was so pleased with the ucky cat that, after feeding it. ht ga\e oideis that it was to be fed housed and looked after as long a.* it cared to stay. A bt ide s dressing room is lo be pro vided ut a church In New York. The o.’gan loft over the church entrance will *e removed, and In its place a beautifully equipped room will be built. Here the bride will be able lo put the finishing touches to her allire. Mr Philip Raschke. a German tailor, floated upright in the Thames from l#anil»eth Bridge to Yauxhall Bridge recently In a special pneu matic costume he has invented. He smoked a cheroot, ate and drank as he moved along in the water Electric rat traps are In use in Am sterdam They are connected by a w ire with n supply of electricity The place where the bait rests is the only part of the trap which is a conductor, and the moment the rat toumss ih.s a ■ hock closes h.s career. Guest < departing from «’hnstmas party) -We've had a s»imply delight ful time! Hostes*> I m so glad At the same time. I regret that the storm kept ail of our best people away. 1 (From the play by George Scar borough. now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. And only Chief.Dempster paused to wonder why, when Captain Hol brook gave "his wife” tenderly over lo her father, he did not kiss her good-bye. To Father Shannon that marked the finest moment in all Law rence Holbrook’s career of strength and power. "Sleep well, Aline," he said, "for joy cometh ir\ the morning.’ And all through the long sleepless hours of the nigly- all through the moments that clung and pursued and tortured and would not go—all through the crawling seconds of hor ror. Aline wondered if joy would come ugain with any morning’s light. Her Father, Would tlie dawn ever come? Would Holbrook find a way? Could she weakly accept the sacrifice and care of a splendid soldier like her captain? How could she let him double and run and evade the law for her—WHEN SHE WAS ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE —or worst: and she loved HER CAPTAIN EVEN AS HE LOVED HER? The first message of day was on« of loyalty- for Hattie, her maid, l.nocked at the door of .Mine’s cham ber of horrors and told her that Fa ther Shannon waited below to tall» ‘w ith his daughter.” "Father Shannon?" said the girl- ami then her weary mind took up its burden again. Would her father give her the same love and understand ing when he knew? Hut Nit ture makes her- claims and answers her questions quickly -and past all the maunderings of mere rea son ! "Dear lady!” said the priest, com ing to her and taking her hand in his with a world of understanding sympathy in his firm clasp. And then, in one moment, Nature and the lies of life and of a lifetime settled all doubts with the call of in stinct. Aline moaned in anguish— and turned to her father. Graham met her before her first faltering step had been taken—and as if site were a tired child he cir cled her with his arms. "Aline!" lie said—and no more; but in his breaking voice there was the promise of understanding—of love— of help that should endure through all. "Don’t desert me. I need you so. daddy. I need you so.’' It was tlie sob of a little child who las strayed far and come home at last. It was the cry of a girl who has waked to womanhood too soon. It w as the moan of a breaking heart. The man answered his daughter quietly, leashing ids strength for her protection as a man must when the tiling he loves proves fragile, ami^lie trembles lest he break it. "Desert you? That your idea of your daddy? But why don’t you trust me. deai ?’* "I trust you more than anybody olive. 1 just want to put my head on your breast this minute and tell you everything in my life—everything." The girl’s slender body was shaken by the force of sobs pent from ex pression—and deep, slow weeping that must be tears unshed Her voice held oil the slow, dull agony of her night of torture. Site clung ir. terror to her father’s strength. "1 seem to have been so far away from >ou. daddy so far away. Oh, daddy, put your arms around me. both ..f them—hold me close and safe— there ” And, like the tired child she had become. Aline crept into her shelter "Then tell me, dearie—tell your dad t very thing. . What do you know of this business of F! u£g s death?" Mine marshaled forces—and re membered her vow of silence. A Message. "You don’t know, my child. Did you ever read the life of poor Marie Stuart? Twenty years—not a com fortable house like this—but stone walls and bars. We don't know what strength Heaven sends us till we ask for it in His Name.” As he finished speaking there was a knock at the door. The two men turned with differing sorts of ex pectancy—for each thought it would be Holbrook—Holbrook sent to the house on parole—but under guar-1, who must enter. Aline feared on’.v new horrors of revelation—and lied again to her father. “Come in,” said Graham—and Chief Dempster and Inspector McIntyre of the police entered. The girl shrank in premonition at the Chief's introduction: "This is In spector McIntyre, Miss Graham.” "How do you do?" quavered the girl. “Miss Graham—your father and I are old friends,” said the Inspector se riously. New' terror for Aline, the while her father replied. "Twenty years, isn’t it, Inspector?” "Yes. sir—twenty. Ah. Father Shannon, good-morning—against that light window all things look black to me, so 1 missed you at first." Aline wondered dully how these men—who had come to trap her— could stop for parley. She was alone, helpless—Holbrook could noMielp ?ier now—they would trap her. "Graham, the Inspector wants to talk to some of your servants—and as a matter of form we ll have to look over ” began the Chief—and then mercifully finished the sentence— “look about a bit." "1 understand/’'said Graham, uh- derstaning too well. "Hattie,” he called. "Excuse me—well take our own way if you don’t mind." said the In spector. "As you please, gentlemen." "We promise not to take anything that’s nailed down.” laughed the In spector, jovially—this was all In the day’s work to him. "See you later." said the Chief with equal jauntiness. And Aline won dered if her father, too, was ever «o pitilessly merry when—human life was at stake." Te Be Continued Monday. From Lucille's Diary "I mustn’t talk—I’ve told you that— L can’t talk.” “Hasn’t the night made you see it any clearer?” "No; a vow is a vow. I can’t talk unless 1 have Captain Holbrook’s per mission. I must have his permis sion." She mused on and then gath ered herself again to meet The de mands of tiie day. "I can’t talk, father. That was the promise.—Father Shannon heard it.” "Why did Captain Holbrook exact such a vow before Chief Dempster and I found you together? What was there to conceal?” It was the District Attorney talking "I fhn’t speak about any of it,’’ said Aline. She rose from the cold comfort of the velvet cushions, and held out her arms to her father. "Don’t—don’t be angry. Just hold me—hold me, Dai- dy. I haven’t slept any—all night— and—and I'm so—so—tired." "What kept you from sleeping?” said Graham, comforting the stricken girl for a moment of silence—and then remembering that there was much for him to learn. “Did YOU sleep?” She stirred in his arms—and then turned to Father Shannon. # “You saw that man in the hall. Fa ther Shannon?” “Yes, my dear." “You told him—how I am a pris oner— guarded?” asked the girl of her father. "Yes.” “Two of them in the house all nigh! * * * one outside—my window— outside niv window. Father—on guard. * * * I could see him whenever I looked through my curtains—hunting for the first signs of dawn—I could hear the other—walking—to keep awake—and I could not sleep—so * * * no one could—no one could * * *” Her voice ended in a cry of horror. Y ESTERDAY morning Betty tele- phoned me that Uncle Bob had gone to Milwaukee for two days and she asked me to pass the night with her, for her maid was away and she was timid about staying In the house alone. I knew an evening at Betty's would not be enlivening, so I was just about to call up Walter Cox that afternoon to ask him to come out there to see me, when Mrs. Sturtevant telephoned me that ehe was giving a little din ner, her husband having brought home a fine bag of ducks from a hunt ing trip. I am exceedingly fond of game, so of course I notified Betty that 1 should not be able to reach her house until after dinner. "You won't mind, will you, dear?” I asked her. “Why, I suppose not." she answered doubtfully "But I’m disappointed, Lucille for I had planned a little feast of the things that I know you especially like ^lligator pears, for one thing.” “Oh, Betty, do save them for break fast,” T said "I don’t see why they wouldn’t be Just as delicious in the morning as at night." It was a pleasure to find at the Sturtevants such good friends as Ly man Ilurlburd, George Requier and Louise Erwin. We had a gay little party and after dinner George sug gested that we all go to one of the vaudeville theatres where there was an especially attractive bill. HIS PENS I A SION WIN*. “I really shouldn’t go." I said. "T ought not to stay out late to-night.” “Really, Lucille," leased Larry Stur tevant, “this desire for early hours Is a sudden departure of youra. ’ Bui—” 1 began. “Oh, come now. Luclle,” Interrupted ! George. "Don’t throw cold water on »ny project. The fact Is, I conspired with Mrs. Sturtevant earlier In the j (| ay and the tickets are already in my j pocket.” "Lucille," said Lyman with mock solemnity, "if you’ve formed some early to bed resolutions let me assure you that you are laboring under a delusion, for you don’t show the slightest need of beauty sleep." Then J was laughingly swept into one of the waiting taxis and carried to the theatre without having a chance in the general merriment to explain. However, I consoled myself with the thought that the perform ance would be f over early. Knowing' what a voracious reader Betty is. I felt reasonably sure that she would become absorbed in a book and would not observe my delay in arriving. “Now It’s my turn to take a hand In this evenings' festivities,” an nounced Lyman Ilurlburd after the theatre, as our taxis Stopped in front of a brilliantly lighted restaurant. "You're all to have supper with me ” "Oh, how' nice!” exclaimed Mrs. Sturtevant. When I began to object Lyman said. "Ladles and gentlemen, allow me to present to you our once genial Lucille In her new role of killjoy, a part she h8S never taken before." "Nonsense. Lyman, don’t say any thing more,” I cried, Jumping out of the taxi and going with the party into the restaurant. It was about 1 o’clock when George rang Uncle Bob’s doorbell for me. Betty came, and without unchaining the door, opened it very slightly, and peering out. demanded !n a trembling lone to know who was there. “Lucille," I replied. Then, giving my hand to George. I dismissed him 1 with a word of thanks BETTI IS WORRIED. “Oh, Lucille, v/hat happened to you?” sobbed Betty the Instant I stepped into the house. "I was terribly worried and I’ve been frightened nearly to death in this house all alone. I couldn't do anything but walk the i floor.’’ I “Really, dear," I said, “you ought to consult some doctor about your nerves." "But, Lucille, what detained you? Your mother was dreadfully agitated when T called her up about 10 o’clock to ask why you didn’t come. Sh» phoned the Sturtevants, where sh# said you had gone, but could get no answer. She has called up several times since then to ask ft you had come You must let her know at once that you are here.” Mother, after all her ridiculous anxiety, appeared to be more angry than relieved when she learned that I had been safe at the theatre all the evening. Sometimes I think mother is the most inconsistent creature 1n ! the world. Betty, too. is extremely peculiar In | some ways. [ could scarcely suppress a. smile this morning at breakfast when she flushed svit.h vexation be cause 1 declined the alligator pears "I ate so much of them after the theatre last night that I’m a little surfeited, dear," 1 explained. And surely that was a pretty good reason “Well, that's the last straw." she exclaimed. Really, I was amazed tt such rudeness. 1 often feel sorry for poor Uncle Bob because he has such an uncom fortable wife Up-to-the-Minute Jokes "Ah, yes.” murmured Miss Schreeeiier, after the first selection at the concert. "I have had some very exciting experiences. Coming over here from Paris, a terrible storm arose, and 1 had to sing to quiet the passengers. You should have seen the heavy seas running." And the big. rude man in the pink necktie gazed out of tiie window. “I don't blame the sea,” he mut tered. • * * Sir Robert Ball, the famous astron omer, who has just died, was rather fond of telling the story of a corre spondent who wrote to him saying that, although lie was a grocer’s as sistant. his great ambition was to be come an astronomer. But he got his ideas somewhat mixed, for tills was one of his sentences: "My mind finds no rest for the sole of her foot save on one of the heavenly bodies.” “Oh, Mr. Fiipperly,” she exclaimed, soulfully, "have you ever felt a dim, uneasy sense of oppression as if the mere weight of life were a burden too •heavy to be borne by the chained spirit panting with psychic longing to be free?” "I invariably have such a feeling at Christmas time,” was the callous re sponse, "but hitherto I have attribut ed it to pudding!" * * * "I'm going to have a fine time on Christmas,” «iid one sprightly young lady to another. "Mr. Huggins is coming to our party, and he i» color blind, you know." "Does his color blindness add to your enjoyment?” asked her friend. "Rather!” was the reply. "He thinks all the holly berries are mistle toe!” Sorry He Spoke When a car has its full complement of passengers it is never an easy job to make one's way down the center gangway. 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