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Be an Exponent of the Real Religion: GEQKCr ISTa ——_—! ' . *„ . ——— J ________ It Is Not Saving for Himself That Malles a Man, But Service for Others INE 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!' CHICHESTER S PILLS V TIE HIAMSNS RKiXB. A«b 7P*r Or-aavlst for Ckl frlftW'/trMgV IMIU In End *I.'I i.*ld rr«rt*|Wc> I bnm, V4B1 ti with B! .0 Rlbbo«. 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