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Seeking a Hus
band
The Gold Witch
Being the Adventures of a Golden-haired Heiress B\ S I ELLA I I„( )B£S
A o. 8—Her Love Blighted, She Leaves Home
Little Bobbie’s
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By CONSTANCE CLARKE
do you think it can pos-
f 1 sibly be in ther/e, Peggy
what if It is, Kate,
vrurwered, a trifle impatiently,
you’re not afraid, are you?”
So. of course not; I’m same for a
i<>od time, and were together any
way," in a reassuring manner. T was
glad it was reassuring:, anyway, be-
a use 1 was beginning to feel rather
worried. Dad always say® in be
sorry some day for all the risks 1
take. But mother promised faith
fully, even if 1 were brought home
with both legs cut completely off
ever to nay, “I told you so!” 4nd
Kate Is a real boon companion she
*s always willing to follow me into
All my scrapes. Just as I cheerfully
'Ollow her into all of hers. So we
nounted the three flights of narrow
d ngy stairs and knocked at the door
a- the end of a long dark hall on
the top floor.
' Come in,” said a voice, and we
turned the knob and went in. The
oom was small and poorly furniahed
»: d a dim gas light flickered over in
one corner. A shade flapped weirdly
against the window, and we looked
cound curiously for the owner of
he voice, but there was no one in
:he room. I looked at Kate and we
noth smiled. '’Let’s sit down on that
*eat,” I whispered, “and whatever
happens don’t leave me.”
“I have to leave you—she won't let
« go in together.”
"Ves, she will,’ I protested. "Well
sist. and” but the rest of my
speech was lost, for a screen at one
:;d of the room was suddenly pushed
side and an extraordinary figure
ame toward us. She was not a bit
Le the ordinary fortune teller, but
\as very tall and very white and
wore a long black robe.
Which of you young ladies wishes
'ue to raise for her the veil conceal-
g the future?” she said in a aepul-
hral voice.
• If E I* Hit WE.
T do.” 1 said stoutly. Kate did
noi eay anything, but the woman was
i ot looking at her. She had her eyes
glued upon me, and she said sud
denly. ‘Come with me. child; already
those ot the future world clamor at
lour door. You are a favorite of the
soda.”
1 made a face behind her back as
meekly followed her into the next
' ‘m. I wasn't a bit afraid now.
o unknown is the only thing that
fi sntens me. anyway.
here, child,” said the woman,
drawing out a chair from a table in
he centre of the room. On the table
* pack of cards and a large
>'t»l ball She seated herself oi»-
■' ’site me and said, in her creepy,
1 iway voice: "Crystal gazing or
aids?’ -
Crystal gazing!' I said eagerly,
1 cl she leaned across the table and
• *k my hand. Her Angers felt warm
• -J human anyway; but her face
•spt getting whiter and whiter, and
He funny dint light of the room
iia crystal ball seemed to be taking j
jn 11 warm glow, of course it whs ;
nonsense, but I had cold shive s
down my back, exactly' the way I do |
' nen 1 a detective play. ’ Then :
-suddenly ,*!,* began to talk.
1 see n:ien—many men: some you
tve met and some y ou have not, but
‘ that is for you you have not de-
cled oil He is here; he has come
1 t0 y°ur life, but you do not know It.
‘ere is one that you play with, and
another—and another.”
! though 1 of Dick and smiled wick-
• ‘ly, and then of Dr. Hammond. Why.
wasn’t playing with him. T thought
dignantly..
rhe woman’s fingers lightened on
me. ou do not believe what t
‘uy; but I am right, child. There is
' o harm in what you do. for you are
.'•ling; hut lie careful. You must
oose the right one—remember!"
I ceased being indignant, and she
ent on. "Now »t is cloudy again,
'it here is a worn in’s face Site is
• new friend, hut she means much
• you You admire her”
' Oh. yes,” I said impulsively. Why
was my wonderful lady of dreams
« one 1 had wanted to know more
an anyone in the world. The one
ho was fond of tigers, and who
° ld *ne the day I met her that she
0,1 d 8ta,, d for hours watching them
their cages.
I HE CHARM UROHE.V
le ’- P'eaoe go on,” but her voice
■riled off again. “It is cloudy
•sain.” She breathed, "but, child, you
ave great influence over people—
ri " tnust exert that Influence, you,
JU”
i, looked up; the woman was deathly
white. "Are you 111?" I cried. Jump,
’■g up and ruehing around t 0 her.
Kilt as 1 Jerked my hand away she
pened her eyes and said In that
«me dull tone; "I am all right,
lid, but you have broken the charm
t!0w and I eannot tell you anythin*
nor* to*day."
i was vaguely disappointed, but I
dipped a dollar into her hand hastily
snd hurried out into the other room.
■>te was still sitting on the seat
a . black cal that had
dently made friends unit her. But
‘ e Jumped up when sl, e saw ms and
■e next minute ive were down the,
of ■t*im and out in the <
: *ht sunshine.
Wo, she any good- Kale Inquired
•nalantly. ;
lust wiiude, ful." T said, eagerly I
- I'Ung mi' experiences.
Kate smiled. "Bhe didn’t tell you
mud, After all, did she? And I
1 t that just about what they all I
I'tu glad 1 didn't go in”
But whs didn't you." I , a id. „ l4 .
d'nly waking i;p to the fad for the !
fir*‘ time
Well. 1 wanted to <pend that
1 'll?:- rn i perfectly giunjiing *;ivt*r
-’ure frame I saw in one of the'
how « a • we "tnn* along And, he- •
•i1 'lull t think 3h• wnt* any .
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T OM tells the Gold Witch he has loved her from the first, and asks her to marry him She ; Hathcr than cause a breach between Tom and his father, sin- determines to go away. Laic
admits that she, too, has learned to care, but tells him he must get his lather’s perm is- that night, while everyone sleeps, she gathers together a few things and leaves ihe house. She
sion. As she speaks her guardian appears. He is greatly angered at the turn of affairs, j does not have the remotest idea where she is going, but only wants to p-c away from the place
and fells the Gold Witch it was her father's wish for her to learn to win her way- in the world. where every one proved so false—every- one except Torn. As she flees through the dark, strange
When Tom protests he threatens to disinherit him if lie marries her. noises frighten her. liven the trees take on hobgoblin shapes.
Tabloid -ales ^ ) A J BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
What. Mother, is the result when a
man tells his troubles?
The result, My Pear. is that his lis
tener's sympathies are Riven to the
other man, who is not bothering him.
What, Mother, is Faith?
It is that on which & man has to
ea-t his mince pie. If he ha9 faith
in the cook, he eats without doubt;
if he hasn’t, he can Imagine every
thing in the mincemeat from carpet
rags to spiders.
/
What, Mother, is a salad?
It is the waste basket. Little One,
of the pantry. There is always, My
Child, a variation in the salad, be
cause no woman ever on two occa
sions has the same scraps to work
with.
What, Mother, is a diplomat?
It is any one. My Child, who can
keep his face fixed to hide what he is*
| really thinking on the inside of him.
j What, Mother, is the difference be-
■ iween a chef and a cook?
The former gets higher wages, and
is more daring in what he puts in and
I leaves out.
What, Mother, is Gratitude?
It is a sentiment. Daughter, which
it takes ages to develop. Young people
complain because they can’t dance,
but old people are grateful if thev
can keep walking.
What, Mother, is Tact?
It is that virtue which a woman
possesses when she can propose mar
riage to a man and make him believe
that he did it himself. All women
i have more or less of it.
What, Mother, is gossip?
It is something more entertaining
than statistics, arvd just about as re
liable.
—FRANCES L. GAR SIDE,
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
npllARK was a man cnim up to on#
| house the other nite that b*<t
made a study of words all hti
life. Uc used to go to college wli.li
Pa A Pa met him on Ihe street &>
inked him to cum up to the house to
spend the eevning beefoar he wtut
i back West.
The naim of the man was Mister
Street Pa sed after he hed went
hoam that lie newer knew a street
ud grow so differnt, &- he sed that
wen the two was boy a together Mister
Street was a fine fellow to have for a
chum. But we dident any of us like
him last nite, he knew too much A ha
knew he knew too much.
My littei man, Le sed to me wen he
got eat in a chair 6c was amoaUlng
one of Pas cigars, my littei man.
how many words of our wunderful
langwldge do you know?
I know ijuite a lot of words, 1 told
him, eutiff to tell what T want to say.
I dare Hay* you do not know one
tenth uf the words that you ought to
know he seel to me Ho you know
that there are neerly three hundred
thousand words in the newest dick-
shunaries/ A. do you reelize that you
are now' talking to the man that
knows nee fly all of them words
I a!fit talking to you, 1 sed. You
King to ine I dnan: care how
many words you know. You are 'Ike
the man my Pa toald about, l sad, the
man who cud apeak seven ddfernt.
langwldge* perfeckly & didnt kno v
how to order a drink in any lang*
widge.
Bobbie, Bobbie, sed Ma, you nuistiu
t A i. i i Mister Street. Then M*
made me apoltglze to Mister Street,
but I didnt mean It wen 1 aed 1
sorry & 1 was laying for a good
chain?* to git eeven with him
malking out that 1 was
dU p7trlea to talk to Mister Stieet
about thare school days, but Mister
street used so many big words that
Ma. A- me got kind of tired liasenlng
to him. ao we beef an to talk to ea» a
other & use the wrong words on pur
pose. . , ,
Bobbie. seU Me. T will be ,o glad
w en wo go on our trip down around
tiie equinov. J always wanted to see
the torpid none, Ma sed.
Pardon me. madam, sed Mister
Street. 1 suppose you mean yurs t.r;p
down around the equator Jfc you sliurl
Iiav.' sed torrid zone tnaied of torpid
zone.
Pardon me. sir. sed Ma. wen I am
talking to my son 1 do not wish to
be intersected. It is very mconcert-
■ <, Ma sed. to be spoke to In a harsn
manner wen one is talking confld*nf-
1. t<» ov e.‘s own child. 1 wiah you
vvud kindly define yureaelf to my bus-
band and let us continue our conver
sion. Ma sed.
You have no idee, sed Mister Stroet.
bow jure wrong choice of words
grates on my ears. Jt la terrlbul for
; educated man to be thrown In con-
lack with illiterate peepul & not be
abel to set them right without hurt
ing thare feelings.
If you know ao many words, I eed
to Mister .Street, do you know the
meening of the word dewdad. wich
cums from the Greek!*
Pertingly I do. aed Mister Street
j To a can y ou a*k such a foolish
<i‘jCstion?
’ j-at w anted io see if you w ud t*!l
I tiie utli. I sed to Mister Street. Ton
doant know the meaning of the woi.l
dewdad beekuua thare aint no au i
word.
The nicest words Mister Street said
was Good Nite.
The reformer who has nothing
cf consequence to reform is some-
tiling of a nuisance.
for
Wind of
(Novelized by)
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
THERE’S TIME FOR THAT.
Deal Aiiss Fairfax:
I am a young girl of 17. I am
acquainted with a young man
with whom 1 have gone out once
or twice. How may l know him
better? TROUBLED.
If he cares for you he will see that
the acquaintance progresses. Don’t
be so hasty. A friendship that grows
slowly is all the more -incerc, and
you are too young to let delay s trou
ble you.
THAT DEPENDS.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 have been keeping company
w i a young man for about eight
months. He is a soldier and is
anxious for ine to marry him. 1
ui LI. He is J»>. PERPLEXED
There is* nothing objectionable >o
tar as age is concerned, if the young
man is of had habits.
railing, i
•r than i.
, our?e! f.
YOU ARE TOO YOUNG.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 15 and meet a boy of my
own age. He seems U> be a very
nice boy. He has told friends
that !:e loved aie, but l often meet
him and he hardly over speaks to
me. How can I became better
acquainted with him, as he is so
bashful? ANXIOUS.
A girl of 15 i-» too young to play
with anything so dangerous ag love
Please try to forget him and to think
of no boy twice until you arc at least
three years older.
SEE MORE OF HER.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I love a girl and she loves me.
1 have gone out with her but once.
What advice would yot. give to
get more fully acquainted7 I am
20 years old and she is 1 !*.
M H
1 hope that the fact Eiat you love
her means ynu 'know hei very well
now.
in order to geP better acquainted,
take lie. out more. Siudy he, when
with her. There is no other way.
(From the play by George Scar-
1 borough, now being presented at the
! Thirty-ninth Street. Theater, New York.
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; International New* Service.)
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
‘‘Why, you gave Father Shannon
j permission to tell them yourself,” ex-
j plained Holbrook quietly.
"Lome, Miss A line,'' said the chief
I impatiently.
”1 can’t go, father: don’t let them
| take me. i’ll tell everything -
j ' You have told everything, my dar-
; ling. Take heart, an arrest, is noth-
. ing. I’m in the same jail. Time will
FLY with us,” said the captain with
- tender quizzical ness,
j JAIL! It had come to this then!
Aline fell back senseless into her
father’s arms.
"Stand back, gentlemen! Let's have
J air,” said the captain. He lushed to
the window and as he went the phone
rang long and insistently,
j "Hello; what is it? He's busy; hold
i the wire.”
j And the phone wa>
easy contempt for al
who had fainted.
And just then Dr. Frau
rain* in like the saving g
the unconscious girl.
"Ah. Doctor, take < «iv of the lady!”
tried her lover. Arid, indeed, it was
just for this the Doctor had come.
“She’s coming ’round," said the Doc
tor at last as his ministrations began
to help tiie girl.
"Ah, but, Doctor, she is in no tic
slate to be moved to a jail. Forbid
it! Forbid it!” The voice of Capta'ii
Holbrook was tense with hope that
somehow ho great surgeon could
save Aline.
"Jail!" repeated the Doctor.
"Jail!'' moaned tiie girl, awaken
ing to her horror.
"Why Jail?” asked the Doctor.
"They say she k ”ed Flagg. ' m
swereri Holbrook, with line impa
tience.
•NOBODY KILLEI > FLAG*! ■
Doctor Elliou.
"Not dcH'i? Thank Gob! Tuniik
| God!" The cry winged its way past
lips from which all color had recede i,
but the words of hope'had power t o
| bring back the red of !!fe.
"Dead? Yes, - ' said the Doctor.
Hope destroyed just when it had
been most fair. Aline moaned in the
stillness.
"I've just left the autopsy. THE
MAN DIED OF UARDIAU WEAK
NESS — A RUPTURE OF THE
AORTIC VALVE. HE PAID FOR
YEARS OF DISSIPATION.'
"BUT THE STAB WITH A PA
PER iTLEV” asked tiie Uhief, skep
tically
"ONLY A GLANCING AND SU
PERFICIAL WOUND. THE DEATH
W AS EXCITEMENT. RUPTURE OF
THE HEART! '
“ALINE! ALINE! cried her la
ther. And his voice held the dawn
of life and hope and new day .
"Aline—do you hear HEART
FAILURE! Timt’fj Dr. Francis El
liott, the greatest surgeon you e\..r
heard of." The Irishman's happy na
ture fairly bubbled in words now—Un*
care-free joy of a boy was in bis
\ oiee.
The phone jangled again,
"Oh, that's for you. Inspector. !
forgot," remarked the Captain casu
ally.
And the call was from the Coro
ner’s office—an official announcement
that Judsou Flagg’s old a d outworn
heart had been ruptured when Nature
took her toll for his **viI living.
And then Aline was left alone wl'u
:the three men who loved her best -
| her father, tier lover and tiie gentP'-
| priest who had been In r friend in h< r
j supreme hour of need.
"How quick etui < ne gei a « iv<u •*
‘in Washington—under this admin-
j traiJon?” asked Holbrook in a light
i tone that masked deep feeling.
' "Are we sure -he was ever m r-
! ried to Woolworth?' began Graham.
' "WHO?”
‘■Woolworth."
"Not—Tom Woolworth?”
“And that is what my bad hand
writing got U6 ail into! It was Wool-
worth written on those papers I gave
you, Father Shannon. He’s dead—•
dead as a mackerel—dead as a doo -
nail these six years! ' Our Captain’-?
voice was a paean of praise to the
circumstance that had brought him
to Port Arthur in time to make this
hour possible.”
j "How do you know (hat 7 ;*m.,< .|
< Iraha ni.
’ "1 held hia hand when lie died <• >,
site's weak again—some water- -and
don’t you think it'll take two of you
to get It here without spillln’V -weT«-
all that excited ! ”
At leas' two took a hint! And >'«»
they were alone. Harbor after <
storm. Aline raised her eye*— hapry
eyes at last—eyes of love that dared
look forth In uiiahaahad joy.
"Tom Woolworth dead," said the
girl—and looked down the long ti n
of golden days that opened for her
and her < ’aplain.
"Yes. dear lady 1 buried him four
feet under ground ai Port Arthur."
"Aline ?”
That word asked and demanded
and gav ■ all that may be bet we* n
man and the woman who is his heart':
desire,
"You are t!.. most wonderful man."
said the girl, looking; up at him will
all her tender answer in great starry
eyes.
"Let's change the subject, dear!"
And with a smlb* of benediction i
his ey * ». Luwjvih Holbrook took t)
woman he loved in arms that were
tender to « herish as tin y had he.
strong to guard, and then last 1
act his lips on hers in lov<'s m • st w
• red kiss
THE END
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