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Stars in Episode No. 7
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- “A Name for a Baby
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. By BEATRICE FAIRFAX,
lized From the Scenario of 8. Basil Dickey.)
Copyright, 1916, Internatlonal News Service.)
the baby lying in the
B orying with a lusty
“which gave evidence of
*he had not been very
to want nothing
ordeal was over and
pafe. For a moment
¥ that she seemed to
one great unfulfllied
for the baby.
e transaction seemed
‘s face was alight
fire and fervor of
r nan, we'll have your
“e. ‘“T'll take it down
; will slgn as a wit-
poup de Theater :: ByC,N.,
rahams had lived at Green
for centuries. Graham l¢ ‘
Ay and clover sort of life
®ood through force of cir- |
b llke a lot more. Thel
of Greenwell were rather|
R
toneham asked him to come
on for a week, Graham was |
rised. |
Stoneham asking me to go|
on for a week, Isabel.”
for?" Mrs. Graham asked |
hunted for a piece of toast|
taste. “Has he come into|
o something 7 {
St It, Isabel; he has, He|
advise him about several |
't refuse a cousin,” Isabel |
d decisively. “It would |
the family. I can not come |
there is that dinner at the|
¥ would ‘never forgive me |
taway.” |
.-. . » l
B over a plpe admitted he
le—a perfect devii of a|
re a purple silk dressing |
frown sat on his good
|
ou call a hole?” Graham |
¥, as he sipped his gin
. I should have thought
ave been overjoyed at
& lot of money come to
expectedly, too.”
Giduast, I have not slept
.' I think 1 shall have to
Bave watched the moon
oor until I am sick of the
don't think the papers
@ it public when a chap
fortune. It ought to be
too, Why is she—"
& she?” Graham sald,
to be Interesting.” He
nk. The atmosphere of
uite of rooms was quite
after his cwn blameless
on.
y noticed me of late,”
d with bitterness. “She
dy knew—l was iln
as a financial tottering
peak. Then the papers
scream about my in-
Mac's money, amfl hey,
" sald Stoneham soft
y advice and never get
’ Rixedlhp with a married
the very devil”
Ore upright in his
Mesterfield.
X know," he muknbled.
Bing for you you “don't,”
‘ m with emphasis, “Hare
. to run away with an
"fi wife the day after to
. ‘u've got to get me out of
.‘.'A"“‘{"'*
S Graham gave a gasp.
t M: jot to! Won't somebody
have got to help me,”
lam fatly. “You are re-
A
.me 1 will remember your
Bmy will. Listen, she 1s
'tonith 1 want you to
e for me, to lecture her if
: fpen I'll burst in and you'll
.~ ; possession of me-—say 1
jotlie Blown and settle in Green
oe’ 3' hat puts off my running
,‘* By after tomorrow.”
’%f ~. £2" Graham murmurtd!
ely.
;va 2. . . - » I
v ¥ . quiet and Graham !
ps. He had no very |
of eating any dtn«l
ness, and you can be glad that I let
vou off with a thrashing and a talk
ing to—for what you've done would
land you in prison, all right—if I
thought you were responsible for it.”
Jimmy’s voice seemed to linger a
little bit on that last “you.” And so
almost before I 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
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 life, a blonde with won
derful hair and a complexion of creum.‘
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 1 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.
"I see,’ she said instantly. “He did.
'Oh, how could he?”
“He told me nothing,” sald Gra
\hun 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 sald—and
& 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.”
- - - - . . -
When Stoneham burst into the‘
room with a well-rehearsed speech
on his lips, he found nobody there.
Less 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 sald.
Stoneham grasped it and tore the
envelope. He hastily read the letter,
‘and then he laughed strangely.
“You took her home, you say?" he
said.
“Yes; she cried very much. I left
her at the deor of the apartment
house. She is very lovely, 1 think.”
“Yes, she 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 said 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 Indlan to-‘
’wmtched woman I'm off for India to
‘me.”
- Graham rose nervously,
' “You don't think this will be anyone
else, do you?" he said timidly. He
took up the receiver and held it to his
ear. “Yes,” he sald, “hello.”
“Is that you, Stoneham?" a female
voice asked. “Oh, I did mean to m!
around to sée you tonight, but my
husband stayed in all night. He has
Just gone w-—-——”
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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’ 1 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
s 0 lovin’' I got awful mad—Kkinder
jealous.
“Him and her went a-walkin' in
the woods, takin' the kid along, an’' 1
followed and listened to what they
was a-sayin’,
“I wanted her for my girl—and I
didn’t like 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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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: ‘l'll 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.
“I sure did. And I seen him kiss
7
her and swear to it—but I knew he
meant money,” added the fellow, with
the uncanny shrewdness which a
certain type of wrongly developed
mentality often shows.
Conley Makes an Offer.
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 and
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 him
of his rival's return, and instead he
turned and faced the city man.
Each of them expected an attack.
Finally Coniey asked Wilkins if he
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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
with 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
name for his baby, and his own free
dom to marry Margaret Payne and
satisfy his errant emotions and his
fatkter’s ambitious designs.
None o? this had J l_mgm;' 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 attra.ctedi
the little lad. A minute later she re
l 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 fun
% ‘Beads @
' By JANE McLEAN.
AR AN RIS NN
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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He’s as Near as Your
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Telephone
“You don’t have to take tire
some trips or waste half a day in
traveling when you wish to see him.
“He’s as near as your tele- :
phone, if you travel the Bell way.
You are there instantly and back
again at work when he says ‘Good
bye.’” ’
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seein’ her cry and beg for mercy—
more than I knew when Conley
thought of the plan an' I made the
bargain with him.”
Madge's face had gone white and
was twisting with pain and horror.
She thought her lover a pitiless vil
lain. I knew that he was a driven
weakling who had never guessed to
what he was subjecting the girl he
once loved.
At last Wilkins had untied his cap
tive and had told her to choose be
tween her freedom and her baby’s life.
The girl rushed wildly out with a cer
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. Beat
en and pathetic, she re-entered the
cabin, She knew she was going to ut
ter degradation. But she was ready;
she must brave all for the sake of
‘her baby. \
. But wave on wave of horror weni
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 straight
to the cabin door.
And that was the story Wilkins told
and I witnessed.
“And now, Miss Beatrice, will your
sense of ethics and honesty prevent
your using the story to Madge’'s ad
vantage?”’ asked Jimmy. “Are you
ready to fight fire with fire—will you
do a little evil that good may come?”
With tense breathlessness Madge
Minturn watched me—and I knew
what my answer must be. 1
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)