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It Is Not Saving for Himself That Malles a Man, But Service for Others
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J- He A 7 ever Takes a Dare & s
Oopvright, 1918, International Sana Serftca.
BY NELL BHINKLKY
Did you ever do
i his—sit up and
swell your little
best out and
.mile sort of off-
hand and dare $
Danny to take a
vhot at you? He
never does, you
know, take a dare.
You sit back on
your heels, and
you think it's a
game—Just fun.
The little chap’s
got mc\ a playful
smile, and he fools
around and fools
aronnd and sends
his arrow quiver
ing into the walls
—but you are
dead certain that
he’d never loose it
into your even
pulsed heart. And
so, In the midst
of this mild play
and gentle < a in a
raderie, you put
your two fists on
your hips and
dare young Dan
to wing you! And
■V-
r''
■=r“ r
-rr
cy
q
b e braces his
small legs and
rounds out his
tummy and draws
tbe singing string
to his pink ear
>and still it looks
like play, for his
mouth beyond the
how is smiling
lust the same),
and he shuts on»
bright eye; and
you smile on also
—and — one tiny,
vicious twang —
time enough to see
behind Love’s
smile an lev rrue
ly — and over you
topple—clean gone
— in love—th ■
deadly bittersweet
struck deep i 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!
—Sell 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
DINNER UPSETS WARREN’S DIGESTION
1 A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
MABEL HERBERT URNER. with a glow of sympathy. She could
l have hugged her for that remark.
"Well; she’ll not make him very
haj y If she’s the headstrong, willful
miss that I take her to be." grunted
Mr. Curtis.
"Why, I thought she was very
sw'eet,” ventured Helen, "and she
seems to be a girl of exceptional in
telligence.”
“Eh? What’s that?’ demanded Mr.
Curtis sharply.
“I thought she seemed very sweet
and unusually intelligent for so
young a girl,” repeated Helen.
{ { J1 ^ OTHER, you take this chair.”
V Warren drew forward a
large armchair for his
mother, and then settled himself on
the window-seat with a cigar.
With a quick, self-conscious glance
about the room, Helen went over to
the couch where Carrie’s two chil
dren were playing with one of the
many games Santa Claus had
brought them.
They had Just come in from dinner, j A STRONG WILL.
Humph! Well,
the family Christmas dinner that
Warren's mother always had at 3
o’clock. And now they would sit
around and talk for the rest of the
afternoon.
Helen always dreaded theS> 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 this unaccustomed
hour Warren’s father, leaning back
in his big leather chair, nodded
iileepily, and the others felt too lan
guid to make much attempt at con-
rersation.
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. But
she knew Warrens mother would be
shocked at her “sewing on Christ
mas.”
"Looks like it’s getting ready to
snow.’’ commented Carrie, who was
•lttlng by the window. “How fast
they're putting up that corner build
ing. How many stories." counting
them. “Fifteen!”
“They’re overbuilding all around
here. Half of these apartments are
empty. People won't pay the rent,"
growled Warren’s father, who owned
the old-fashioned three-story house
they lived in, and who hated the In
vasion of the large apartments. “All
ieaply built, too. Speculative build-
ngs—every one of 'em "
'We were talking about Bob tak
ing one of those corner apartments,
murmured Mrs. Curtis “He promised
me he’d go over and look at them.”
'Nonsense, mother.” protested Car
rie, "you know she won’t be willing
to Uv» that near the family. I ven
ture she’ll make Bob take an apart
ment over there on Park avenue ’
"Well, Bob oan’t afford any forty-
fl va-bund red-dollar rent.” announced
his farther, decisively.
i IIO RENT.
“Is that what they pay?" Carrie
asked, eagerly. "But they’ve ten
rooms, haven't they? Just her father
and her—it’s ridiculous! It wouldn’t
* irprise me if she'd make Bob stay j Roy
right there with them.''
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 Curtises~_h* ve,”
said Helen quietly.
“Eh? What’s that?”
elen knew perfectly well 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, but Inwardly
quaking at her temerity. “And I
hop® Bobs wife will be more suc-
cesCul than I—in winning the ap
proval of her husband’s family.”
There was an ominous silence.
Helen kept her eyes on the dominoes,
but she knew that Warren was glar
ing at her, and that Mr. Curtis was
speechless with rage.
Who would have broken the silence
an<1 what they would have said Helen
never knew, for Roy. Carries little
bov. now demanded shrilly:
‘ Aunt Helen, you said you'd plaj
parches! with me.” ,
"So I did.” cheerfully. "Here s the
board, now where’s the men?”
•Tli set 'em,” gleefully scrambling
down off the couch, for Roy adored
his Aunt Helen, and to play games
with her was a rare treat.
"Perhaps wed better play in tha
other room.” suggeated Helen. "Then
we won't disturb any one, and with
out glancing at Warren or his father,
Helen took up the parches! board and
retreated to the next room
It was always the same. siie
thought bitterly. Warren's father al-
ways aroused the worst that was in
her' Oh. why dtd she dislike him so?
Why could she never oome to this
house without some such controversy?
•*Xo no, Aunt Helen,” protested
“you've got to throw a five to
Don’t you want to play rt ”
escapement, she was walking down
the street with Warren.
"If you want to take the subway
ell rignt,” curtly. “F want some ex
ercise.”
”Oh, I think I can walk—I’m sure
I can,” protested Helen. “And the
streets are so wonderful now," for
the lights w<*re beginning to gleam
out through the half dusk.
They walked on In silence. Helen
had expected him to storm out at her
about her word* with his father
And now, as always, his silence was
more disconcerting than his out
spoken wrath.
Sha felt too that this time he had
fight to be angry. She was full of
retnorse and self-reproach that she
had allowed his father to irritate her
to the point of clashing.
Tt was quite dark now, and Helen
•lipped an appealing hand through
Warrens arm. but his arm hung
•tiffly 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 wyiggie 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 to 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 bottle 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 ago. You said we'd go!"
“Well, now, I nay 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-mince-pie-holi
day orgies a year is ENOUGFF! Any
way. it's all my digestion will stand.’
Do You Know
That—
. come out!
... I disappointedly, sensing that Helens
Unless Bobs lost ALL his senses- j th0 , lghts we re not on the game.
“Of course I do!” absentertly shak-
ing the die
ne'll not do that.” declared Wanen
grimly, getting up to look for an ash j
ray.
He’ll probably do Just about what
• wants him to do—that’s my opin
ion.” retorted Carrie. "I've seen her
only twico, but she impressed me as
being a very self-willed young wom
an."
Helen was still fitting and refit
ting ths dominoes In the box. But
now she was listening with intense
interest to this family discussion of
the girl to whom Bob was engaged.
How had they talked about her
when she was engaged to Warren?
She often wondered If they had re
ferred to her as “Helen” or “Miss
Allen.” And now she felt quick re
sentment that they had not even
mentioned Louise's name, speaking
of her merely as ‘ she’ - and "her "
Rov beat he: badly, but ne look no
pleasure in his victors', for he kept
saving she had not “tried
now, ni try HARD, HI beat
you this time.” for Helen, rather than
go back with the others, wanted to
keep on playing.
And this Christmas should ha\e
been such o happy one! It was the
flrgt time since their marriage that
Warren had given her a real Christ
mas gift. Surely to-day, Helen
thought with a pang of remorse, she
should have controlled her antago
nism to his father.
•Roy," called Carrie, "get your
things on now. We’re gointr home.’
Then came a general breaking up.
Although Mrs. Curtis Invited e:n all
stay for “tea.” the heav dinner
ir,
As Helen both liked and admired and the long afternoon ir over
lUise. she longed to say something . heated house had left eve ore d ill
1 . . . ■ . i U/..1 Aa aViV and t h #V Worn l ! o-l-wl
Lou
her defense
Well, the old mans prettv *olid,
.en’t he?’’ Remanded Mr. Curtis of
^ arr#n “Bob doesn't seem inclin 'd
to tell me much, but I looked him up
on my own account.
“Oh, I guess he s solid all right,"
admitted Warren.
•If she makes mv boy happy. It
1**sn’t matter so much about the
money,’ said Mrs. Curtis, gentl;.
Helen turned to Warrens wolbsi
and headachy, and they were all glad
to get out in the fresh air
\ formality.
Helen told Mrs. Curt!s how much she
had enjoyed the dinner.” a prim for
mality that she never omitted with
his family. With Mr. Curtis she ex-
ranged a fr'gid good-bye, and the
ne*t moment, wan a sense of Joyou*
(Novelized by>
The President of the United .State*
has a new mascot—a large black cal
which wandered Into the breakfael
room of the White House and Jumped
on Dr. Woodrow Wilson’s knee. Th€
President was no pleased with the
ucky cat that, after feeding it, ht
gave orders that it was to be fed
housed and looked after as long as
It cared to slay
A bride n dressing room is to be pro
vided at a church in New York. The
organ loft over the church entrance
will be removed, and in its place
beautifully equipped roem will be
built. Here the bride will be able to
put the finishing touches to her attire.
Mr. Philip Raschkc. a German
tailor, floated upright in the Thame*
from Lambeth Bridge to Vauxhall
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 ore in use In Am
sterdam. They are connected by a
wire with a supply of electrlotty. The
place where the bait rest* is the only
part of the trap which is a conductor,
and the moment the rat touches this a
•hock closes his career.
Guest (departing from Christmas
party)—We've had a pimply delight
ful time!
Hostess—I'm so glad. At the same
time I regret that the storm kept
all of our best people away.
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now’ being presented at the
T'nirty-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 irr all Law
rence Holbrook’s career of strength
and power.
"Sleep well. Aline,” he said, “for joy
cometh in the morning. "
And all through the long sleepless
hours of the night—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
again with any morning’s light.
Her Father.
Would the 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 WORSE—AND SHE LOVED
HER CAPTAIN EVEN AS HE
LOVED HER?
The first message of day was one
of loyalty—for Hattie, her maid,
knocked at the door of A line’s cham
ber of horfors and told her that Fa
ther Shannon waited below to talk
‘•with his daughter.”
“Father Shannon?” said the girl—
an<k then her weary mind took up its
burden again. Would her father give
her the same love and understand
ing—when he knew?
But Nature 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 ties 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 she were a tired child he cir
cled her with his arms.
“Aline!" he 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. 1 need you so,
dadd3\ I need you so.”
It was the sob of a little child who
has strayed far—and come home at
last. It was the cry of a girl who
has waked to womanhood too soon.
It was the moan of a breaking heart.
The man answered his daughter
quietly, leashing his strength for hef
protection as a man must when the
thing he loves proves fragile and he
trembles lest he break it.
“Desert you? That your idea of
your daddy? But why don’t you trust
me. dear?”
"I trust you more than anybody
alive i 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
•all the slow, dull agony of her night
of torture She dung in terror to her
father’s strength.
“I seem to have been bo far away
from you. daddy—so far away. Oh,
daddy, put your arms around me, both
0 f them—hold me close and safe—
there ”
And, like the tired child srie had
become, Aline crept into her shelter
“Then tell me. dearie—tell jour dad
everything What do you know of
this business of Flagg's death?”
Aline marshaled her forces—and re
membered her vow of silence.
"I mustn’t talk—I’ve told you that—
I can't talk.”
"Hasn’t the night made you see it
any clearer?”
“No; a vow is a vow. I can’t talk
unless I 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
mantis of the day.
"I can't talk, father. That was the
promiae- Father Shannon fienrd 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 can’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, Dad
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 nig.it
* * * one outside—my window—
outside my window, Father—on guard.
* * * I could see him whenever I j
looked through my curtains—hunting !
for the first signs of dawn—I could
hear the other—walking—to keep I
awake—and I could not sleep—so
* • * no one could—no one could
* * •” Her voice ended in a cry
of horror.
From Lucille’s Diary
A Message.
“You don’t know, my chiJo. Did
you ever read the life of poor Marie
Stuart? Twenty years—not a com
fortable house like this-hut store
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 guard,
who must enter. Aline feared only
new horrors of revelation—and tied
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 Chiefs introduction; “This Is In
spector McIntyre. Miss Graham.”
“How do you do?” quavered th**
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, sc* I 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 not help her
now—they would trap her.
“Graham, the Inspector wants to
talk to some of your servants—and a a
a matter of form we’ll have to Iook
over ” began the Chief—and then
mercifully finished the sentence—
“look about a bit.”
“I understand/' said Graham, un-
derirtanlng too well. “Hattie,” he
called.
“Excuse me—we'll 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 so
pitilessly merry when—human life
was at stake.'
To Bs Continued Monday.
Y ESTERDAY morning Betty tele
phoned me that Uncle Boh had
gone to Milwaukee, for two days
and she asked ms to pass the night
with her. for her maid was away and
she was timid about staying In the
house alone.
1 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 corns out there to ses
me. when Mrs. Sturtsv&nt telephoned
me that she was giving a little din
ner. her husband having brought
home a fine hag of ducks from a hunt
ing trip. I am exceedingly fond of
game, so of course I notified Betty
that I 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 Alligator pears, for
one thing. '
“Oh. Betty, do save them for break
fast,” I said. ”1 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
StUTtevants such good friends as Ly
man Hurlburd. 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.
IIIS PERSUASION VI INS.
‘I really shouldn’t go.” I said. “I
ought not to stay out late to-night.”
“Really, Lucille, teased Larry Stur-
tevant, “this desire for early hours is
a sudden departure of yours.”
“But ” I began.
“Oh. come now, Luolle.'* Interrupted
George. “Don’t throw cold water on
m y project. The fact is. I conspired
with ‘Mrs. Sturtevant earlier in the
day and the tickets are already in my
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 T was laughingly swept into
one of the waiting thxis 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 over early Knowing
what a voracious reader Betty is. I
felt reasonably sure that she would
become absorbed In a hook and would
not observe my delay in arriving
Now It’s my turn to take a hand
in this evening's festi vitlea," an
nounced Lyman Hurlburd after the
theatre, as our taxis stopped in front
of a brilliantly lignted restaurant.
"You’re all to have supper with me"
“Oh, how nice!” exclaimed Mrs.
Bturtevant.
When I began to object Lyman said,
“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to
present to you our once genial Lucille
in her new role of kl.ljoy, a part ahe
has 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 In a trembling
tone to know who was there-
“Lucille,” I replied Then, giving
j my hand to George. T dismissed him
with a word of thanks
BETTY IS W OmtIRD
“Oh, Lucille, what happened to you?”
sobbed Betty the Instant T stepped
into the house. “I was terribly
worried and I’ve been frightened
nearly to death in this house all alons.
I couldn't do anything hut walk the
floor.”
“Really, dear,” I said “you ought to
consult some doctor about your
nerves. '
”Buf, Lucille, what detained you?
Your mother was dreadfully agitated
when I called her up about 10 o’clock
to ask why you didn't come. She
phoned the Rturtevants. where she
said you had gone, but could get no
answer. Site has called up several
times since then to ask if you had
come You must let her know at
once that you aro 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 In
the world.
Betty, too, is extremely peculiar in
some ways. L could scarcely suppress
a smile this morning at breakfast
j when she flushed with vexation be
cause I declined the alligator pears.
“I ate so much of them after the
I theatre last night that I’m a little
j suifelted, dear.” 1 explained. And
surely that was a pretty good reason.
“Well, that’s the last straw,’’ sh*
j exclaimed. Really, F was amazed at
such rudeness.
I often feel sorry for poor Uncle
1 Bob because he has such an uncom
fortable wife
Up-to-t
le-Minute
okes
•Sorry He Spoke
“Ah, yes," murmured Alisa
Schreecher, aftei^ the first selection
at the concert. “I have had some
very exciting experiences. Coming
over here from Paris, a terrible storm
arose, and I 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 tne 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 he was a grocer's as
sistant. his great ambition was to be
come an astronomer. But he got his
ideas somewhat mixed, for tills whs
one of his sentences: "My mind finds
no rest for th** sole of her foot save
on one of the heavenly bodies.”
”Oh. Mr. Flipperly,” she exclaimed,
soul Cully, “have you ever felt a dim,
uneatry 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,” said one sprightly young
lady to another. Air, Huggins is
coming to our party, and he \a 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!”
When a oar has its full complement
of passengers it is never an easy job
to make ones way down the center
gangway.
No one. of course, knew that better
than the conductor; but, seeing that
while collecting fares he had stumbled
twice in two minutes over the feet of
Willie Smith, and seeing that the
aforesaid Master Willie was quite
the smallest passenger on board, he
had » nasty suspicion that on each
occasion a foot had been put out de
liberately to trip him.
“Some people seems to have mighty
awkward sons," remarked the con
ductor, casting a malicious glance to
ward the mother.
“Yes.” replied the lady thus ad
dressed; “that’s exactly what I was
thinking about your poor mother!'
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