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Be an Exponent of the Real Religion: It Is Not Saving for Himself That Malles a Man, But Service for Others
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BY NELL BRINKLEY
Did you ever do
this—sit up and
swell your little
chest out and
smile sort of off
hand and dare
Danny to take a
shot 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 tueh a playful
smile, and he fools
around and fools
around and sends
his arrow quiver
ing Into the walls
—but you are
dead certain that
he'd never loose it
into your even-
pulsed heart. And
so, In the midst
of this mild play
and gentle cama
raderie, you put
your two fists on
your hips and
dare young Dan
to wing you! And
&
h e braces h 19
email legs and
rounds out his
tummy and draws
the singing string
to his pink ear
(and still it looks
like play, for his
mouth beyond tlia
bow is smiling
just the same),
and he shuts one
bright eye; and
you smile on also
—and — one tiny,
vicious twang —
time enough to see
behind Love's
smile an icy cruel
ty — and over you
topple—clean gon»
—; in love — the
deadly bittersweet
struck deep in
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, arvd nothing ‘‘feazes” him.
Their Married Life
MOTHER’S HEAVY, MIDDAY CHRISTMAS
ER UPSETS WARREN’S DIGESTION
By MABEL HERBERT URNER
i i
i
OTHER, you take this chair.”
Warren drew forward a
large armchair for hla
mother, and then settled hlmaelf on
the window-seat with a cigar.
With a quick, self-conscious glance
about the room, Helen went over to
the couch where Carrie** two chil
dren were playing with one of the
many games Santa Claus had
brought them.
They had Just come in from dinner,
the family Christmas dinner that
Warren’s mother always had at 3*
•’clock. And now they would sit
around and talk for the rest of the
afternoon.
Helen always dreaded these holi
day dinners, and eho dreaded more
lb** "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
illeepily, and the others felt too lan
guid to make much attempt at con-
fersation.
Helen began fitting a set of dom
inoes Into their box from the sheer
need of doing eomething with her
bands. She had anticipated this try
ing period after dinner and had
longed to bring some fancy work. But
•he knew Warren's mother would be
•hocked at her 'sewing on Christ
mas '
"Looks like It's getting ready to
• now** commented Carrie, who was
sitting by the window. "How fast
they're putting up that corner build
ing. How many stories.” counting
them. "Fifteen!”
"They're overbuilding all around
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
cheaply built, too. Speculative build
ings every one of ’em”
”We were talking about Boh tak
ing one of those corner apartments.”
murmured Mrs Curtis "lie promised
me he’d go over and look at them ”
"Nonsense, mother," protested Car
rie, “you know she won’t be willing
to live that near the family. I ven
ture shell make Bob take an apart
ment over there on Park avenue.*
“Well, Bob can’t afford any forty-
flve-hundred-dollar rent." announced
hla father, decisively.
\ RIG HKVr.
“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
surprise me If she'd make Bob stay
fight there with them.”
“Unless Bob’s lost ALL his senses—
he'll not do that " declared Warren,
grimly, getting up to look for an ash
\ray.
"He’ll probably do Just about what
she wants him to do—that’s my opin
ion.” retorted Carrie. "I've seen her
only twice, but she Impressed me as
being a very self willed young wom
an"
Helen was still fitting and refit
ting the dominoes In the box. But
new 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 «be was engaged to Warren','
fih© often wondered if they had re
ferred to her as "Helen * or "Miss
Allen.” And now she tell quick re
sentment that they had not even
mentioned Louise's name speaking
of her merely an ‘ she" and * er '
Ap-Helen both liked and admired
Lou ae. cli< -
In he” defense
"WeB, the old man's pretty sol d
Isn’t ha?” demanded Mr Curtis of
Warren. "Rob doesr t seem inclined
to tell me much, bur I looked h m np
cn m:> own account.”
"Oh. 1 guess he’s solid all right.”
admitted Warren.
"If she makes my hoy happy. ;?
doesn’t matter s»<* mhih: a Pont r
on«y.** Mid Mrs Curtia. gent!
Helen turned to Warren's u. ,’ther
With n glow of sympathy. She could
have hugged her for that remark.
"Well, she'll not make him very
bar y if ahe’s the headstrong, willful
miss that 1 take her to be.” grunted
Mr, Curtis.
"Why, I thought she was very
sweet," ventured * Helen, "and she
seems to he a girl of exceptional In
telligence.”
Eh7 What’s that?" demanded Mr.
Curtis sharply.
"I thought she seemed very sweet
and unusually intelligent for so
young a girl.” repeated Helen.
\ STRONG WILL.
"Humph! WeU, 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 have.”
said Helen quietly.
"Eh? What's that?”
1'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 l 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
Bolen outwardly calm, but Inwardly
quaking at her temerity "And I
hope Robs wife will be more suc
cessful, than 1 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. Curtia was
speechless with rage.
Who would have broken the silence
and what they would have *n'd ! [* ,en
never knew, for Bov, Carries little
bov. now' demanded shrilly:
Aunt Helen, you said you’d play
parches! with me.”
“So 1 did.” cheerfully. Here s the
board, now where’s the men?”
"I ll get ’em," gleefully scrambling
down off the couch, for Roy adored
his Mint Helen, and to pl*> game."
with her was a-rare treat.
"Perhaps wed better play In the
other mom.” ruggested Helen “Then
wo 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
I It was always the same, she
thought bitterly Warren’s father «l-
! ways 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
Bov. “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!” abaentedly shak-
! ing the dice.
j Hoy beat her badl . but be took no
i pleasure in h'.s victory, for he kept
i saying she had not "tried ”
"Well, now. I’ll trv HARD I'll beat
you this time.” for Helen, rather than
I go back with the others, wanted to
* keep on playing.
j Ami this Christmas should have
Ibsen such u happy one! It was th«
| first time sine** theh marriage that
| Warren had given her a real Christ
mas gift Surely to-day, IIcIbu
'thought with a pang of remorse, she
should hav* controlled her afttago-
! nistn to his father.
escapement, she was walking down
the street with Warren,
"If you want to take the subway,
all rlgnt," curtly. ”1 want some ex
ercise”
"Oh, I think I can walk—I’m pure
T ran,” protested Helen. "And the
afreets are **o wonderful now,” for
the lights were beginning to gleam
out through the half dusk.
They walked on In silence. Helen
had expected him 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
Nhe felt too thp.t this time he had
fight to be angry She was full of
remorse and self-reproach that aha
had allowed his father to irritate 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.
"Lear, 1 know l shouldn’t have
spoken like that to your father—I'm
sorry!”
"Huh. you're alwavs sorry! You
say and do whatever you blame
please then try to wriggle out of it
by saying ‘you’re sorry.’ "
"But 1 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 herel" as they cams 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 A on said we’d go!"
"Well, now, l say we WON’T! You
huve a headache or any other kind
of an ache that'll get us out of that.
One of these turke> mince-ple-holi-
dav orgies a year is ENOUGH! Any
way, it’s all my digestion will stand.’’
AT BAY A Thrilling Story of
(Novelized by)
“Ho
things
AlthOi
to st*
illed
Mr
i arrie, get your
i now. We’re going home.”
anie a general breaking up.
Curtis invited them ail
tea." the heavy dinner
and the lore afternoon in the over
heated house had left every one dull
and headachy, m* d they were all glad
to get out in the fresh air.
\ FORM H IT1
Helen told Mrs Curt s how much sue
had "enjoyed the dtnne-, a prim for
mally that she new omitted with
his family. With M 1 urtis »h*» ex
changed a frigid good-bye. end th-
K«xi muiueui, w.ih a sense of Jv„* eua
The T’resident of the United State*
has a new mascot—a large black cal
which wandered into the breakfast
room of the White House and Jumped
on Dr. Woodrow Wilson's knee. The
President was so pleased with the
lucky cat that, after feeding it, ha
gave orders that It was to be fed
housed and looked after at long as
It cared to stay
A bride’s dressing room is to be pro
vided at a church in New York. The j
organ loft over the church entrance
will be removed, and in its place a
beautifully equipped room will be
built Here the bride will be able to
put the finishing touches to her attire.
Mr. Philip Raschke. a German
tailor, floated upright In the Thames
from Lambeth Bridge to Yauxhall
Bridge recently in a special pneu
matic costume ho has invented- He
smoked a cheroot, ate and drank us
he moved along in the water.
Electric rat traps are in use in Am
sterdam. They are connected by a j
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 tu.s a
•hock closes his career.
Guest (departing from Christmas
party) — We’ve had a «imp!\ delight
ful time!
Hoste-ss — 1 m *■» glad At the same
I 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
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 ,11 nest moment in all Law
rence Holbrook’s career of strength
and power.
"Sleep well, Aline," he said, "for joy
comelh 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 comeV 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 Aline's cham
ber of horrors and told her that Fa
ther Shannon waited below to talk
"w ith his daughter.”
•’Father Shannon?’’ said the girl —
and then her weary mind took up its j
burden again. Would her fat iter give
her the same love and understand
ing -when lie knew?
Hut Nature makes iter claims and
answers her questions quickly—and
past all the maundcrings of mere rea
son !
“Dear lady!" said the priest, com
ing t«* her and taking her hand in
his with a world of understanding
sympathy in his firrti clasp.
And then, in one moment, Nature
etui 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
hs if she were a tired child he cir
cled iter with his arms.
"Aline!” he said—and no more; but j
in bis 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, hashing his strength for her
protection as a man must when the
tiling he loves proves fragile and he
trembles lest lie break it.
"Desert you? That your idea of
your daddy ? But why don’t you trust
me. dear?"
T trust you more titan anybody
alive. 1 just want to put my bead on
>our breast this minute anti 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 clung in terror to her
father’s strength.
”1 seem to have been so far away
from you. daddy—so far away. Oh
Jadd\. 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 > our dad
everything. What do you know of
this business of Flagg’s death?’’
Aline marshaled her forces—and re
membered her vow of silence.
Society Blackmailers
”1 mustn’t talk—l’ve told you that—
l can’t talk."
"Hasn't the night made you see it
any clearer?”
"No; a vow i.« 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 gat ti
ered herself again* to meet the de
mands of the day.
"I can’t talk, father. That was the
promise—Father Shannon heard it.”
“Why did Captain Holbrook exact
such a vow before Chief Dempster
and l found you together? What was
there to conceal?”
It was the District Attorney talking
I cah’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. "Pon’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 frerm 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
Sha nnon.
v You saw that man in the hall, Fa
ther Shannon?”
"Yes, mv 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—mv 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 con'd not sleep—so
* * * no one could—no one could
* * *" Her voice ended in a cry
of horror.
A Message.
"You don't know, my chiln. Did
you ever read the life of poor Marie
Stuart? Twenty years—not a com
fortable house like this—but stone
walls and bars. We don’t know what
strength Heaven sends us till we ask
for It in His Name.”
As he finished speaking there wis
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 lied
again to her father.
"Come in,” said Graham and Chief
Dempster and Inspector McIntyre of
the police entered.
The girl shrank in premonition at
the Chief's introduction: "This is In
spector McIntyre, Miss Graham."
’ How do you do?” quavered the
girl.
"Miss Graham—your father and I
are old friends," said the Inspector se
riously.
New terror for Aline, the while her
father replied. "Twenty years, isn’t it,
Inspector?”
"Yes. sir—twenty. Ah. Father
Shannon, good-morning—against that
light window all things look black
to me. so 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 as
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-
derstaning 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. w«? ev er
pitilessly merry when—human !:f
was at stake."
To Be Continued Monday,
Y ESTERDAY morning Betty tele
phoned me that Uncle Bob had
gone to Milwaukee for two days
and she asked me to pass the night
with her. for her maid was away and
she was timid about staying in the
house alone.
I knew' an evening at Betty’s w'ould
not be enlivening, so I was just about
to call up Walter Cox that afternoon
to ask film to come 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, so of course I notified Betty
that l 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 1 know you
especially like. Alligator pears, for
one thing."
"Oh, Betty, do save them for break
fast,” I said. "I don’t see why thex
wouldn’t be just as delicious in the
morning as at night.”
It was a pleasure to find at the
Sturtevants such good friends as Ly
man Ilurlburd, George Requier and
Louise Erwin. We had a gay little
party and after dinner George sug
gested that w'e all go to one of the
vaudeville theatres where there was
an especially attractive bill.
1IIS PER SI A $IO\ YVr\S.
“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 w’ater on
m y project. The fact is, 1 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
eariy 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 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 is. I
felt reasonably sure that she would
become absorbed In a book and wou’.d
not observe my delay in arriving.
"Now it’s my turn to take a hatid
in this evening's festivities," an
nounced Lyman Hurlburd after the
theatre, as our taxis stopped in front
of a brilliantly lighted restaurant.
"You’re all to have supper w'ith me ”
"Ofl, how nice!’’ exclaimed Mrs.
Sturtevant.
When T began to object Lyman said,
“Ladies and gentlemen, allow' me to
present to you our once genial Lucille
in her new role of ki ljoy, 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 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
lone to know who was there.
“Lucille,’’ I replied. Then, giving
my hand to George, T dismissed him
with a word of thanks.
BETTY IS WORRIED.
“Oh. Lucille, v/hat happened to you?’*
sobbed Betty the Instant I stepped
Into the house. "I was terribly
worried and I’ve been frightened
nearly to death In this house all alone.
T couldn't do anything hut walk the
floor.”
"Really, dear,” I said. "ydu ought to
consult. some doctor about your
nerves. '
"But, 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 Sturtevants, w’here she
said you had gone, but could get no
answer. She has called up several
times since then to ask if you had
come. You must let her know at
once that you are here.”
Mother, after all her ridiculous
anxiety, appeared to be more angry
than relieved when she learned that
I had been safe at the theatre all the
evening. Sometimes T think mbther
is the most inconsistent creature In
the world.
Betty, too, is extremely peculiar In
some ways. I could scarcely suppress
a smile this morning at breakfast
when she Hushed with vexation be
cause T declined the alligator pears.
"I ate so much of them after thp
theatre last night that I'm a littl* 3
surfeite^. deir,” I explained And
surely that was a pretty good reason.
"Well, that’s the last straw.' sh*
exclaimed. Really, I was amazed at
such rudeness
I often feel sorry for poor Uncle
Bob because he has such an uncom
fortable wife.
Up-to-the-Minute Jokes
“Alt, yes,” murmured Miss
Schreecher, after the first selection
at the concert. “I have had some
very exciting experiences. Coming
over here from Paris, a terrible storm
arose, and 1 had to sing to quiet the
passengers. You should have seen
the heavy seas running.”
And the big., rude man in the pink
necktie gazed out of tue window.
T don’t blame the sea,” he mut
tered.
...
Sir Robert Ball, tile famous astron
omer. who lias 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 his sentences: “My mind finds
no rest for the sole of her foot save
on one of the heavenly bodies."
“Oh, Mr. Plipperly,” she exclaimed,
soulfully. "have you ever felt a diin,
uneasy sense of oppression as if the
mere weight of life were a burden too
heavy to be borne by the chained
spirit pnnting 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."
"Does his color blindness add to
your enjoyment?" asked her friend.
■Rather!” was the reply. "He
thinks all the holly berries are mistle
toe! ”
Sorry He Spoke
When a car lias its full complement
of passengers it is never an easy job
to make one’s way down the. center
gangway.
No one, of course, knew that'better
than the conductor; btft, seeing that
w hile collecting fares lie bad 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 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
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