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He Never Takes a Dare
OopjTlfht, 1D1S. Interna tioufal Non# S#rvle#.
BY NELL BRINKLEY
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Did you ever do
his—sit up and
swell your little
best out and
-mile sort ot off
hand and dare
Danny to take a
-hot at you? He
never does, you
know, take a dare,
you sit back on
your heels, and
ypu think H’s a
game—Just fun,
I’he little chap's
got such a playful
smile, and he fools
around and fools
around and sends
bis arrow quiver
ing Into the walls
--but you are
dead certain that
he’d never loose It
luto your eVen-
pulsed heart. And
so in the midst
of thlg. mild play
and gentle cams
•aderie, you -put
your two fists on
vour hips and
dare young Dan
10 wing you! And
v”
r''
■zrrr
r
T7 v H
7%
h • braces hi*
small legs and
rounds out h 1 *
tummy and draw*
the singing string
to his pink ear
iand still it looks
like play, for hi*
mouth beyond th«
bow is smiling
just the same),
and he shuts one
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
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/ A Thrilling Story of
L Society Blackmailers
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By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
t 4 |\ f\ OTHER, you take this chair.”
WArfsn drew forward a
large armchair for his
mother, and then settled himself on
the window-seat with a cigar.
^Ptth a quick, self-corweioue glance
*f>out the room, Helen went over to
the couch where Carrie’s two chil
dren were playlrjg with one of the
many games Santa Claus had
brought them.
They had Just come In from dinner,
'he family Christmas dinner that
Warren’s mother always had at 3
n clock. And now they would sit
around and talk for the rest of the
afternoon.
Helen always dreaded these holl-
da dinnera, 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
Weepily, and the others felt too lan
guid to make much attempt at con-
rersation. /
Helen began fitting a set of do>n-
tnoes into thetr 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' Warren's mother would be
shocked at her “sewing on Christ
mas.”
“t<ooks;like it’s getting ready to
snow,” commented Carrie, who was
siting by the window. “How fast
they’re putting up that corner build
ing. How many stories,’’ counting
them. “Fifteen!”
"They’re overbuilding alt around
here. Half of these apartments are
empty People won’t pay the rent,”
growled Warren’s father, who owned
’he old-fashioned* three-story bouse
'hey lived In, and who hated the in-
aslon of the large apartments. “All
ieaply built, too. Speculative bulld
ogs—every one of ’em ”
We were talking about Rob tnk-
K one of those corner apartments.”
murmured Mrs. Curtis. “He promised
me he’d go over and look at them."
“Nonsense, mother,” protested Car-
e. “you know she won’t be willing
to live that near the family. I ven
ture she'll make Bob take an apart
ment over there on Park avenue.”
Well, Bob can’t afford any forty-
-ve hundred-dollar rent,” announced
Ms father, decisively.
' BIG RENT.
“Is that what they pay?” Carrie
asked, eagerly. “But they’ve ten
roomk, haven’t they? Just her father
and her—it’s ridiculous! It wouldn’t
irprlse me If she’d make Bob stay
ght there with them.”
Unless Bob’s lost ALL his senses—
e 11 not do that.’’ declared Warren,
grimly, getting up to look for an ash
tray.
He’ll probably do just about what
«he wants him to do—that’s my opin-
on,'’ retorted Carrie. “I’ve seen her
only twice, but she impressed me as
eing a very self-willed young wom
an.”
Helen was still fitting and refit
ting the 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 "ILJss
Allen.” And now she felt quick re
sentment that they had not even
mentioned Louise’s name, speaking
f her merely as ’’she ’ and “her.”
Asu Helen both liked and admired
Louise, the longed to say something
: her defense.
“Well, the old man’s pretty solid,
sr.’t her’ demanded Mr. Curtis of
Warren. “Bob doesn’t seem inclined
tell me much, but I looked him up
n my own account.”
Oh. 1 guess he’s solid all right.”
Emitted Warren.
If she makes my boy happy, jt
•Wesn’t matter much about the
v •■fv. ’ salt* Mrs, urtis. gently.
tuiived to Warren s aioihar
with a glow of sympathy. She could
have hugged ,h$r for that remark.
“Well, she’ll npt make him very
'her y if she’s the headstrong, willful
miss that I take her to be.” grunted
Mr. Curtis.
“Why, I thought she Was very
sweet,’ ventured Helen.' “and she
seems to be a girl of exceptional in
telligence.”
“Eh? What’s that?” demanded Mr.
Curtis sharply.
'T thought she seemed very sweet
and umigpaUy Intelligent for so
young a girl,’* repeated Helen.
A STRONG WILL.
“Humph! . Well, headstrongness
isn’t intelligence: ,And Bob’s not the
one to put up with any foolishness—
that boy s got » will of his own.’’
“I think all of the Curtises have,”
said Helen quietly.
*’«h? 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
I 1b enough.”
1 “No doubt you’re right.” retorted
i Helen outwardly calm, but Inwardly
i quaking at her temerity. "And 1
I hope Bob s wife will be more »uc-
j cee ;ul than.I—In winning the ap
proval of her husband'* family.”
I 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
and what they would have said Helen
never knee, for Ho;. Carrie, little
bov. now demanded shrilly
"Aunt Helen, you said you'd play
parches! with me.”
“So I did.” cheerfully Here s the
board, now where’s the men
«I’ll get ’em,” gleefully scrambling
down off the couch, for Bov adored
hie Aunt Helen, and to pla>
with her was a rar® treat.
“Perhaps wed better play in the
other room.*’ suggested Helen. “Then
we won’t disturb any one,
out glancing at Warren or his father,
Helen took up the parches! board and
retreated to the next room.
It was always the same, she
thought bitterly. Warren's father al-
wavg aroused the worst that was In
her’ Oh, why did she dislike him so?
Why could she never come to this
house without some such controversy?
“No—no. Aunt Helen,” protested
Roy. “you’ve got to throw’ a five to
come out! Don’t you want to play?”
disappointedly, sensing that Helen’s
thoughts were not on the game.
“Of course I do!” absentedly shak
ing the dice.
Roy beat her badly, but he took no
pleasure in his victory, for he kept
saying she had not “tried.
“Well, now, I’ll try HARD. I’ll beat
you this time,” for Helen, rather that,
go back with the others, wanted to
keep on playing.
And this Christmas should have
been such a happy one! It was the
first 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 going home*
Then came a general breaking up
Although Mrs. Curtis invited them al!
to stay for “tea.” the heavy dinner
and the long afternoon in the over
heated house had left every one d"li
and headachy, and they were all glad
to get out in the fresh air.
A FORMALITY.
Helen told M urtis how much she
had “enjoyed the dinner.'' a prim for
mality that she nevei omitted with
hla family With Mr Curtis she *>x-
&aj\ged u frigid good-bye.
next moment, with a sense of Joyoua
escapement, she was walking down
the street with Warren.
“If you want to take the subway
all rignt," curtly. “I want some e.\
ercise ”
“Oh. I think I can walk—I'm sure
I can,” protested Helen. And the
streets are «o wonderful now, for
the lights were beginning to gleam
out through the half dusk.
They walked on In silence. Helen
had expected htir\ to storm out at her
about her words with his father
And now. as always, his silence was
more disconcerting than his out
spoken wrath.
She felt too that this time he had
right to be angfv. She was full of
remorse and self-, eproacii that she
had allowed his father to irrttate her
to the point of clashing.
It was quite dark now, and Helen
slipped 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 ypu blame
please—then try to wriggle out of it
by saying ‘ypu’re sorry.’ ”
“But I do.want you to know, dear
that to-day—after you gave me thut
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 w-e’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-mince-ple-holi-
da> orgies a year is ENOUGH! Any-
wa>. it's all my digestion will stand.”
(Novelized by>
The President of the United States
has a new mascot—a large black cal
whioh wandered into the breakfoe!
room of the White Houae and jumped
on Dr. Woodrow Wilson's knee. Th«
President was so pleased with the
uck>' cat that, after feeding it, h*
gav* orders that it was to be fed,
housed and looked after as long as
It cared to stay
A bride’s 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 ita place a
beautifully equipped room will be
built. Here the bride will be able to
put the finishing touches to her attire.
Mr. Philip Raechke, a German
tailor, floated upright in the Thamei
from Lambeth Bridge to Vauxhall
Bridge recently in a special pneu
matic costume he has invented. He
smoked & cheroot, ate and drank as
he moved along In the water.
Electric rat trapa are in use in Am
sterdam. They are connected by a
wire with a 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 touches this a
■hock closes his career.
Guest (departing from Christmas
party)—We've had a simply delight
ful time!
Hostess—I'm so glad. At th° Fame
lime I regret that the storm kep*
all oT our best people away.
ID*
<7
(From the play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at ths
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
to 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 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 on<j
of loyalty—for Hattie, her maid,
knocked at the door of AHne’s cham
ber of horrors and told her that Fa
ther Shannon waited below to talk
“with his daughter.”
“Father Shannon?” said the girl—
and 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 claim? and
answers her questions quickly—and
past all the maundering* of mere rca- j
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.
“A,line!” 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,
daddy. 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 her
protection as a man must when tne
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
till the slow, dull agony of her night
of torture. She clung in terror to her
father’s strength.
I seem to have been so far away
from you, daddy—so far away. Oh,
daddy, put your arms around me, both
of 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
every thing. What do you know of
this business of Flagg s death?”
Aline marshaled her forces—and re
membered her vow of silence.
”1 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. l 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
raands of the day.
”1 can’t talk, father. That was the
promise—Father .Shannon heard it.”
“Why did Captain Holbrook exact
such a vov before Chief Dempster
al^d I found you together? What was
there to conceal?”
It was thfe 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 night
* * * one outside—my window—
outside my 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.
A Message.
"Ton don't knov my cbilo. Did
you ever read the life of poor Marie
Stuart? Twenty ye»rs>—not a com
fortable house like this- but stone
walls and bars. We don't know wlia'
strength Heaven sends u> 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-
pectaney—for each thought it would
be Holbrook—Holbrook sent to the
house on parole—but under guard,
who must enter. Altne feared only
new horrors of revelation—and fled
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 I missed you at first.”
Aline wondered dully how these
men—who had come to trap her—
oould stop for parley. She was alone,
helpless—Holbrook coold not help her
now—they would trap her.
"Graham, the Inspector wants to
talk to some of your servants—and os
a matter of form we’ll have to look
over——" began the Chief—and then
mercifully finished the sentence
“look about a bit."
"I understand," said Graham, un-
dersrtanlng 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 1n the
day's work to him.
“See you later,” said the Chief with
equal Jauntiness. And Aline w,n-
dered if her father, too, was ever so
From Lucille's Diary
Y ESTERDAY morning Betty tele
phoned me that Uncle Bob had
gone to Milwaukee for two day*
and she asked me to pasa the night
with her, for her maid wae away and
she was timid abeut staying In the
house a Ions.
I knew an evening at Betty's would
not be enlivening, so 1 was Just about
to call up Walter Cox that afternoon
to ask him to corns out there to see
me. when Mrs. Sturtevant telephoned
me that she 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, »o of course I notified Betty
that I should tug 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. "I don’t see why they
wouldn't be just as delicious in the
morning as at bight.”
It was a pleasure to find at. the
Bturtevants 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 wae
an especially attractive bill.
Hie PERM ASIQ\ n 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. Luclle,” Interrupted
George. "Don’t throw cold water on
roy 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
*arly to bed resolutions let me assure
you that you are laboring under a
delusion, for you don’t show the
slightest ne»»d of beauty sleep ”
Then T 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 over early Knowing
what a voracious reader Betty ia. 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 evening’s festivities.” an
nounced Lyman Hurlburd after ths
theatre, us our taxis stopped in front
of a brilliantly lighted restaurant
"You’re all to have supper with me”
“Oh, how nice!” exclaimed Mre
Sturtevant
When I began to object Lyman said.
“Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to
present to you our onoe genial Lucille
in her new role of kl IJoy, a part she
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 wan 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
my hand to George. T dismissed him
with a word of thanks
BETTY IA WORRIED.
“Oh. Lucille, what happened to you?”
sobbed Betty the Instant I stepped
into the house “T was terribly
worried and I’ve been frightened
j nearly to death in this house all alons
T couldn’t do anything but avalk the
floor."
j Really, dsar.” I said, you ought to
consult some doctor about your
• nerves.”
“But. Luellle. what detained you'’
Your mothsr was dreadfully aaritated
when I called her up about 10 ©clock
to aak why you didn’t come. She
phoned the Sturtevants. where aha
said you had gone, but oould get no
answer Hhs has called up several
times since then to ask if you had
come. You must let her know at
once that you are here.”
Motoher. after all her ridiculous
anxiety, appeared to be more angry
than relieved when she learned that
I had been safe at the theatre all ths
evening. Sometimes I think mother
is the most inconsistent creature in
the world.
Betty, too. is extremely peouliar in
some ways. I could scarcely suppress
a smile this morning at breakfast
when she flushed with vexation be
cause I declined the alligator pear?
“I ate ho much of them after the
theatre last night that I’m a littfre
surfeited, dear.” I explained And
surely that was a pretty good reason
“Well, that’s the last straw.” sh*
exclaimed. Really, 1 was amazed at
such rudeness
I often feel sorry for poor Unci#
Boh because he has such an uncom
fortable wife
Up-to-the-Mmute Jokes
Sorry He Spoke
“Ah. yes,” murmured Miss
Schreecher, after the first selection
at the concert. “I have ha-d some
very exciting experience®. Coining
over here from Paris, a terrible stonn
arose, and I had to sing to qulot the
passengers. You should have seen
the heavy seas running.”
And the big, rude man in the pink
necktie gazed out of the window.
”J don’t blame the eea,” 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 this was
one of hi? sentences: "My mind finds
no rest for the sole of her foot save
on one of the heavenly bodies."
CHICHESTER S PILLS
V iCv TBE URiVD, Jk
”Oh. Mr. Klipperly,” she exclaimed,
soulfully, “have you ever felt a dim,
uneasy sense of oppression aa 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?”
”1 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. “Mr. Huggins is
coming to our party, and he is color
blind, you know.”
“Docs 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 car has its full complement
of passengers it is never an easy job
to make one’s way down the center
gangway.
No one, of oourse, 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 t.hat the
aforesaid Master Willie was quite
the smallest passenger on board, he
had a 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!”
i* d BaiK
yean kueimii Best. Al«r» y i Rellabl*
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Woman
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