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I'he Stars in Episode No. 7
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“A Name for a Baby
Jimmy Barton_— - rl}!cpvnerr:?;gro.lrmt]}:;:fi. = '_"Han'y FOX
Beatrice Fairfax— Of the N. Y. Evening, _(sloce Darling
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By BEATRICE FAIRFAX,
(Novelized From the Scenario of 8. Basil Dickey.)
(Copyright, 1916, International News Service.)
E found the baby lying In the
W straw, crying with a lusty
vigor, which gave evidence of
the fact that he had not been very
badly injured.
Madge seemed to want nothing
more. Her own ordeal was over and
the child was safe. For a moment
she was s 0 happy that she seemed to
forget even her one great unfulfilled
desire—a name for the baby.
Our part in the transaction seemed
over, but Jimmy’'s face was alight
with a certain fire and fervor of
purpose.
“And now, my man, we'll have your
story,” sald he. “I'll take it down
and Miss Fairfax will sign as a wit
. A Coup de Theater
r HE Grahams had lived at Green
r well for centuries. Graham led
a 4 hay and clover sort of life.
He was good through force of cir
cumstances, llke a lot more. The
womenfolk of Greenwell were rather
a tepid lot,
When Stoneham asked him to come
up to London for a week, Graham was
mildly surprised.
“Here is Stoneham asking me to go
up to London for a week, Isabel.”
“Whatever for?” Mrs. Graham asked
him as she hunted for a plece of toast
done to her taste. “Has he come into
Some money or something 7"
“That is just it, Isabel; he has. He
wants me to advise him about several
things.” :
“"You can't refuse a cousin,” Isabel
Graham said decisively. “It would
80 all over the family. I can not come
with you; there is that dinner at the
Chase's. They would never forgive me
if 1 went away.”
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Stoneham over a pipe admitted he
was in a hole—a perfect devil of a
hole. He wore a purple silk dressing
gown and a frown sat on his good
looking brow,
“What do you call a hole? Graham
asked placidly, as he sipped his gin
and vermouth. “I should have thought
you would have been overjoyed at
baving such a lot of money come to
you; quite unexpectedly, too.”
“My dear Graham, 1 have not slept
for ten nights. I think I shall have to
take drugs. I have watched the moon
light on the floor until I am sick of the
sight of it. I don’t think the papers
ought to make it public when a chap
comes into a fortune. It ought to be
put to a stop, too. Why is she—"
“Oh, It is a she? Graham saild,
“This begins to be interesting.” He
essayed a wink. The atmosphere of
Btonehan’s suite of rooms was quite
exhilarating after his own blameless
home decoration.
“She hardly noticed me of late”
Stoneham sald with bitterness. “She
knew-—everybody knew—l was In
debt, that I"was a financial tottering
ruin, so to speak. Then the papers
all began to scream about my in
heriting poor Mac's money, and hey,
presto!”
“Is she——" saild Stoneham soft
ly. "“Take my advice and never get
yourself mixed up with a married
woman. They are the very devil”
Graham sat more upright in his
“ousin’'s blg Chesterfield,
“k—l don't know,” he mumbled,
“Good thing for you you don't”
sald Stoneham with emphasis. “Here
I am booked to run away with an
other man's wife the day after to
morrow. You've got to get me out of
it somehow.” .
Harry Graham gave a gasp.
“l have got to! Won't somebody
else do?
“No, you have got to help me”
sald Stoneham flatly. “You are re
lated to me. 1 will remember your
children in my will. Listen, she 1s
coming her tonight. 1 want you to
talk to her for me, to lecture her if
you can. Then I'll burst in and you'll
take sort of possession of me—say 1
must come down and settle in Green
well, seo? That puts off my running
AWay the day after tomorrow.”
“Oh, does it?" Graham murmured
Vaguely.
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The room was quiet and Graham
SBt as if on thorns. He had no very
recollection of eating any din-.
_Ber. Btoneham had never for a mo-
Mment stopped giving him directions
IW 10 behave. His cigarette tasted
he telt all Derves and then the
ness, and you can be glad that I let
you off with a thrashing and a talk
ing to—for what you've done would
land you in prison, all right—if 1
thought you were responsihle for it.”
Jimmy's voice seemed to linger a
little bit on that last “you.” And so
almost before 1 heard Wilkins' story
I suspected what it would be.
And the nebulous plan and pur
pose which had led me to Margaret
Payne crystallized now into definite
form. We must use what methods
we could. Madge Minturn’s mother
love had justified her even more than
did the very facts of her story in her
plea that we help her get “a name for
the baby.”
“I seen this here girl comin’ out of
Bl’(;]wym
valet showed somebody into the room.
Graham rose mechanically and ad
vanced toward the door. Facing him
was the prettiest woman he had ever
seen In his Hfe, a blonde with won
derful hair and a complexion of cream,
She wore a long brocade cloak and a
collar of white fox,
“The man told me Mr. Stoneham
was here,” she said In vexed accents.
“He will be back in a moment,"”
sald Graham meekly, “Perhaps I can
entertain you.”
“It is horrid of him to be out.” She
seemed very uncomfortable and un
happy and Graham vaguely felt as if
he would like to punch his cousin’s
head. She seemd suddenly to make
a decision.
“I'll write him a note,” she said,
showing a little, black evening dress
with a rose pinned on the shoulder.
Graham laid aside the cloak and felt
he loved the perfume of it.
“I should not have come at all,”
she said at last, “but I hate to break
a promise. He has treated me very
badly. He did not tell you anything
about me, did he?”
Graham turned a little aside.
“l see,’ she sald instantly, “He did.
Oh, how could he?”
“He told me nothing,” said Gra
ham loyally. “What should he tell
me?”
Tears shone In her beautiful eyes.
She was most beautiful, he thought,
and seemed broken-hearted.
“l came to tell him,” she said—and
a sob caught in her throat—“to tell
him I have changed my mind. Tell
him that when you give him this let
ter from me.”
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When Stoneham burst into the
room with a well-rehearsed speech
on his lips, he found nobody there.
\Leu than an hour later Graham re
turned.
“She has changed her mind,” he
sald. "I took her back home.”
Stoneham grasped his hand. “You
are a pal"” he said. “I thought you
would have a terrible scene. You
have no idea what she is like when
she Is angry.”
“She gave me this letter to you,”
Graham said.
Stoneham grasped it and tore the
envelope. He hastily read the letter,
and then he laughed strangely.
“You took her home, you say?’ he
sald,
~ “Yes; she cried very much. I left
her at the door of the apartment
‘house. She is very lovely, I think.”
“Yes, -hc; is lovely,” burst out
Stoneham. “You see, it's the wrong
woman, This was Miss Eve Darrell,
the girl 1 want to marry. She had
found out all about Mrs. Holton and
that wretched business, and she has
broken off our engagement.”
The telephone bell rang. Stone
ham groaned.
“That must be Mrs. Holton now,”
he sald impatiently. “Please answer
the phone for me, like a good chap. 1
know it is not your fault. Tell the
wretched woman I'm off to Indian to
wretched woman I'm off for India to
me."”
Graham rose nervously,
“You don't think this will be anyone
else, do you?" he sald timidly. He
took up the receiver and held it to his
ear. “Yes," he sald, “hello.”
“Is that you, Stoneham?” a female
volce asked. “Oh, 1 did mean to get
around to see you tonight, but my
husband stayed in all night. He has
Just gone to bed—t
When at last he walked away from
ltlm phone Graham mopped his brow,
and drank thirstily from his tumbler,
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Madge Minturn walks with her baby while Conley and Wilkins lurk in the background.
the woods this mornin’ carryin’ the
kid. She looked kinder good to me—
an' I ain't so crazy about women,
neither,”
The evil leer on the, creature’s face
as he spoke made me send up a quick
prayer of thanksgiving that Jimmy
and I had been allowed to arrive in
time,
He Becomes Jealous.
“I liked her, kinder, and then when
I seen a good lookin’ chap drive up
this afternoon and her a-greetin' him
so lovin’ I got awful mad—kinder
Jealous.
“Him and her went a-walkin' In
the woods, takin' the kid along, an' I
followed and listened to what they
was a-sayin’,
“I wanted her for my girl—and I
didn’t llke the idea of no city chap
comin’' to see her and likin’ her him
self,
“Then all of a sudden I kinder got
wise to the fact that he didn't like
her none too well—that he was kinder
afrald of her. She was holdin’ up
the kid an’ pleadin’ with him, and he
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brim; their pointed flaps are
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white ostrich. The velvet scarf
slipped in while furs were a little
under the weather
was fidgettin’ around kinder uneasy
and like he wished he was anywhere
else. 1 got wise to the sort of a girl
she was then—"
Madge interrupted suddenly. “Oh,
Miss Fairfax, don't let him talk about
me like that. I can't bear to think
what he’s going to say about me next
to you and Mr. Barton.”
“Never mind wha he says about
you next to us,” said Jimmy, in his
very friendliest tone. “I've got your
number, little girl. What I want is
somebody else's—now, do you re
member just what Conley said to You
when you showed him—his boy ?”
“Oh, yes, sir; indeed I do. Every
thing he ever said to me seems just
engraved on my mind—l used to be
lieve all Richard said—and now I
Just can’t belleve anything. That's
what hur*s., . . . These were his
words, though: T do the right
thing, Madge, but let me break the
news to Margaret in my own way.'”
“Did you hear that?” asked Jimmy,
turning suddenly on Wilkins.
“l sure did. And I seen him kiss
4o Td
her and swear to i{t—but I knew he
meant money,” added the fellow, wlth‘
the uncanny shrewdness which a
certain type of wrongly developod;
mentality often shows. ‘
Conley Makes an Qffer. |
Then the story went on, Wilkins
and Madge corroborating each other,
while Jimmy, who had come upon the
scene a few moments too late, filled
the gaps with philosophical deduc
tions as to the meaning of it all.
Jimmy had arrived just in time to
see Conley step out of the woods ahd
then return hastily, as if he had for
gotten something. As a matter of
fact, he had forgotten a check for
SSOO-—with which he had expected |
to buy off the girl to whom he owed
love, loyalty and protection.
The other in the meantime, seeing
his path clear to reach the girl, was
about to confront Madge. Then his
acute sense of hearing warned hims
of his rival's refurn, and instead he
turned and faced the city man. i
Each of them expected an attack.-‘
Finally Coniey asked Wilkins if he
Instead of allowing its crown to overflow the brim just above the
brows, as did the old-fashioned tam-o'-shanter, this model of black vel
vet makes a high bulwark of its brim and the velvet crown breaks over
at the top where a stream of paradise feathers shoots out. To the left,
a flyaway toque of purple velvet with one wing spread fanwise and the
other furled.
Novelized from the Great Film Pla;wm’
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX = |
had been following the girl, and, if
so, why.
Having decided that he was a
match for his rival, Wilkins insolently
answered: “Well, what if 1 was?”
“What I want to know is, are you
interested in her—are you in love
withr her? Would you like to marry
her?”
Wilkins' reply was an evil grin.
“Well, you can have her and a
thousad dollars in cash—but you'll
have to marry her—and be good to
her and the baby—mighty good. Do
you understand?” asked Conley, who
had no thought of the terrible evil
with which he might be engulfiing
Madge. He was not a psychologist—
and he never guessed that he was of
fering to sell Madge to a man of
brute instinct and low mentality,
What he thought was that he was
at once procuring a husband for the
sweetheart of whom he had tired, a
rame for his baby, and his own free
dom to marry Margaret Payne and
satisfy his errant emotions and his
fatrer’'s ambitious designs.
None of this had Jimmy heard. He
had only seen the two men wander
ing off toward the cabin with a cer
tain absorbed interest in each other
which he did not then understand, but
which was now unpleasantly clear.
And so it was arranged. Richarg
Conley and Wilkins hatched their
plot.
The Baby Stolen.
Madge was wandering through the
woods toward her own home, crooning
to her baby, almost cheerfully. She
felt strangely elated. Richard had
come from the city at sound of her
voice. If that could call him back to
her side temporarily, she felt sure that
the living tie the child in her arms
represented would eventually bind him
to her,
Baby glimpsed a patch of red flow
ers at the top of a bank by the road
side and began screaming lustily for
them. To quiet him Madge laid him
in the grass and climbed after the
bright objects which had attracted
the little lad. A minute later she re
turned triumphantly bearing the flow
ers.
Baby was gone!
Then the mother heard its cries and
followed the sound. Straight to the
cabin those cries led her. And when
the mother reached the door of the
dilapidated cottage she plunged in to
rescue her baby. The man flung the
door shut after her and bolted it. Then
he seized her and fastened her secure
ly. A second later he hurried out,
carrying the baby away under her tor
tured eyes,
“Gosh! That was sort of fun—'most
as much as when I take one of the
kittens and the old mother cat meows
for it. I hid the kid in the barn, an'
then I went back and told the girl.
she’s got to marry me or else I'd leave
the kid to starve. It was lots of tun‘
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HE hours are like a string of colored beads
I Strung on a golden chain.
First come the small ones like a row of deeds
That speak not loss nor gain.
Then comes an amber bead that speaks a day
Of languorous golden hours
When Time, In lingering, dreams itself away
Among the poppy flowers,
Then comes a bead of jade that brings a breath
Caught from its liquid heart,
Of warring passions, pain and grief and death,
A sad day set apart.
Then comes a red bead like a drop of fire,
A glorious pagan thing,
When Love and Youth, forgetful of earth’s mire,
Lift up their hearts and sing.
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some trips or waste half a day in
traveling when you wish to see him.
“He's as near as your tele
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You are there instantly and back
again at work when he says ‘Good
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Surely this is the ideal way.to
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seein’ her cry and beg for mercypy
more than I knew when Conley
thought of the plan an’ I made thy
bargain with him.”
Madge’s face had gone White ang
was twisting with pain ang horroy
She thought her lover g pitiless vij.
lain. I knew that he was a drivay
weakling who had never Buessed tq
what he was subjecting the gir| he
once loved.
At last Wilkins had untied his capq
tive and had told her to choose ha 4
tween her freedom and her baby’s life,
The girl rushed wildly out with a cerd
tain terrified expectation of pursuit,
and then in an anguish of doubt she
returned.
Mother love had prevailed-nothing
mattered but the life of her baby. Beatx
en and pathetic, she re-entered thq
cabin. She knew she was going to uty
ter degradation. But she was ready;
she must brave all for the sake of
her baby.
But wave on w#ve of horror wen{
over her when Wilkins seized her and
crushed her in his arms. She felt her.
self helpless to cope with the force
of his brutality; she thought herself
alone in those gloomy woods, but nor.
mal instincts of self-preservation had
made her shriek for help, and her
cries had led Jimmy and me straighf
to the cabin door.
And that was the story Wilkins tol4
and I witnessed.
“And now, Miss Beatrice, will youy
sense of ethics and honesty prevani
your using the story to Madge's ad«
vantage?”’ asked Jimmy. “Are you
ready to fight fire with fire—will yoy
do a little evil that good may come?"
With tense breathlessness Madgq
Minturn watched me—and I knew
what my answer must be.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)