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B e an Exponent of the Real Religion: It Is Not Saving for Himself That Makes a Man, But Service for Others INL He Never Takes a Dare OopjTlfht, 1D1S. Interna tioufal Non# S#rvle#. BY NELL BRINKLEY A 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 I A] n BA") / A Thrilling Story of L Society Blackmailers 1 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* SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHFH- Woman U lnt#rw#t#d u»4 a tumid know about tb« woodwful Marvel Douche pitilessly merry was at stake.” when—human life To 8s Contyjpusd Monday. >t *t»p- plr tbo MARVEL, aeoopt no other, bo? •end i tamp tor book. 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