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; Novelized from the Great Film Play by BEATRICE FAIRI—‘A.X‘
Episode 12, Ingtallment 3. |
“QURIOSITY."”
(Novelized from the scenario of
Basil Dickey and produced in motion
'iow'n :X Wharton, Ine, Studios
or the International Film Service.)
By Beatrice Fairfax.
LCopyright, 18186, International News
Service.)
“S O you're not afrald, my beau
ty?” sald Brown. He linger
ed on the last word with a
ocertaln grim suggestiveness which
made me shudder. But I covered the
shudder with a smile.
“Not afrald, eh? Well, we'll see
s
From one of his pockes the man
pulled out a large-mouthed bottle,
which my braln mechanically regis
tered must hold about four ounces
wof something . Very carefully he
uncorked it. I found m “se'f watch
ing with a certain tascinated feeling
that | must not lose & single move
ment on the part of this big, brutal,
gorilla-like man. Slowly and with
infinite caution he spilled a drop or
two of the liguid on the wooden cen
tertable.
As the first drop fell to the var
nished surface a puff of smoke rose.
A second followed it and I saw there
were two tiny holes burned in the
table.
The man turned toward me and
held the bottle poised as if to throw
fn full In my face.
The Terrible Threat.
*“We won't shoot you, my beauty,
but we'll gpoil your face' sald he.
Every word fell grim and meas
ured and slow. What I had seen
carried conviction and utter horgor
to my mind.
To go through life mutilated—
fideous, a thing from which people
would turn w'th % shuddering too
great for any svrapathy they might
feell I have always felt the most
intense pity for the tragic people who
bear on thelr faces disfiguring birth
marks, even while I know that they
are so accustomed to the affilotion
which has grown up with them since
.ehildhood that it can not have for
them the shock of horror it has for
one beholding it for the first time,
But mutllation in later life! Mu
tilation which leads to horrible dis
figurement! 1 shivered at the thought.
To go with thece men to torture 1
could dare. Fear of the future al
ways ocarries with It the hope of
rescue, But the immediate present
was so horrible that it shattered all
my power of endurance at a blow.
1 found myself afraid! Of all the
momentary expertences which life can
bring 1 think there is none more
terrible than abject, numbing, over
whelming fear,
“You'll come with us? asked the
man. ¢
We acquiesced. Brown wrapped the
bottle in apiece of paper open at the
top. He took it in one hand and
elutched my arm with the other. Then
he led me out with a casual air of
_ehatting gayly, as if he were off mak
ing hollday with his sweetheart.
That trip back over the dusty,
winding yoad was horrible. Particles
of the dust seemed catching in my dry
throat, Clouds of dust choked me
and blinded my eyes as they scin
tillated 'n the sunlight. And all the
while there was that terrible fear in
my heart!
~ And thep rescus came into view—
come and passed!
It was as If one waked to the hor
yor of being buried alive and then
yealized that all about was duyiight—
that immolation in a llving, (amb was
~only a horrible dream. Around the
E;opmer came Jimmy Barton-—smiling,
_gheerful, wholescme Jtmmy. He
- would save me. But Brown saw him
~@s goon as 1 did and he muttered with
§~ accompanying gesture of the hand
;.;y'%;: held the bottle:
~ _“This guy acts lke he knew you.
Chase him away or—"
% Beatrice Bnubs Jimmy.
1 knew all too well what that “or™
meant. And when Jimmy came to
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'ward me with the usual Jimmy
friendliness and demanded an intro
duction to the rest ~f the party, I
told him quletly that I was on private
business.
Snubbing Jimmy could not have
been pleasant under any clrcums
stances, but under these circum
stances, when Jimmy looked like the
rescuing party arriving in time to
save Lhe heroine from being burned at
the stake —under these circumstances,
it was torture.
| ’r Barton was amazed. He ar
gued. He gesticulated, He went
through a whole pantomime of ex
pression to give welght to the words
that I was pretty snippy to an old
friend.
But the more impressive gesture
was Brown's, as he poised that bot
tle of acid ready to hurl it full In my
tace. I denled Jimmy, and in the
end he walked off with his head in
the alr, leaving me to my doom-—and
it was a horrible doom, you must ad
mit,
Brown's face wore a satisfled grin,
which was more terrifying even than
his habitual expression of surly eruel
ty.
There was no hope for us now. We
must go on, for that bottle in Brown's
hand renewed my terrors and con
quered every thought of rebelllon
which leaped to life. They led us
into the doorway of a hideously di
lapidated house.
What could they want of us? 1 re
membered the wagons in the woods—
the undertaker's wagon driving ofl
and the other cart withdrawing into
the dense stillness, I had seen the
end of a grim box protruding from
the undertaker's wagon—a casket,
What was in it? What was to be
our portion for having seen so much
as we had? What use could these
desperate men be planning to make
of us?
A Gloomy Prison. |
The men led us into a deserted and
disorderly living room, which bore}
signs of a carousal. All about were
empty bottles and golled ash trays.
Confusion and disorder and darkness
mingled together.
We were subjected to the unpleas
antness of a cross-examination and
then a search. That revealed noth
ing in particular except Mrs. Han
son's letter to me. The men studied
it with an angry sneer, and then
Brown called to someone who must
have been lurking I» hiding.
A moment later two of the ugly
looking band we had seen in thel
woods led in Hanson.
At sight of the pretty girl who had!
brought me there, a sirange gleam |
came into his eyes, and I thought he
was about to defend us—again rescue
seemed in view and passed us by.
The momentary impulse to fight for
us left Hanson, and, in spite of his
wife's pleadings, he wore an air of
absolute indifference.
“What does the lgtter mean?” ask
ed Brown, shoving it at him grimly. !
Hanson read it-—then he uhruz;edl
his shoulders and smiled &ndlfleremly.{
“She ain't my wife, I only fooled
her into thinking she ls, She's just |
living over there with me, and l'm!
mighty tired of the way she always
butts in."
More horrible than any of the fear
I had known must have been Ml'l.l
Hanson’s grief at the moment when
she heard herself callauzly denied. by
the man she had thought to be her
husband. Pity for her and scorn of
him suddenly overcame all of my own
personal fears. The man turned away
to avold the eyes of the woman he
had wronged. And a moment later
we were bound hand and foot and
thrust, like inanimate bales of goods,
into & gloomy cellar which lay at the
testering foundations of the house of
erime.
To Be Continued Tomorrow,
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Where the Plan Failed.
A white man, walking along a road
where an old colored man waax white
washing a fence, noticed that the brush
he was using contained very few bris
tles. "
“Look here, Rastus, exclaimed the
man, pausing and looking at the opera
tion, “why don't you get a brush with
more bristles in t?"
“What fo', Mistah Smith, what fo'?"’
returned Rastus, glancing from the fence
to his questioner.
“what for?' expressively replied Mr.
Smith. “Why, if you had & brush with
more bristies in it, you could do twice
as much work."”
“pat’s all right, Mistah Smith,” said
Rastus, negatively shaking his head,
“put 1 hain't got twice as much work
to do.** 3
Infantile Wisdom.
A teacher in a mission school in &
Scottish town gives some interesting ex
amples of the answers which have come
from infant lips to her Bible questions.
Asked what Naaman did after washing
in the Jordan before he returned to his
native land, one mite gave the obvious
answer, “'Dry hisseif.”
The class was told the story of the
little Shunammite, his sunstroke, and
his restoration by the prophst, and,
wishing to inculeate gratitude, the
teacher asked what the mother would do
when she got him back.
“Pit & bannet on his heid!” shouted a
wractical youth.
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The world's turpentine output exceeds
26,000,000 gallons annually, the United
States being the greatest producing na
tion,
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Corrections made recently in maps of
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free by exacting a toll from each load
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{fTes of New York City is an apartment
hotel, sixteen stories in height, which
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feet wide at one #nd and B 0 at the other
‘and 190 feet in length.
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l Japaness interests are endeavoring to
have the Japanese steamship line Nip~
[pon Yusen Kalsha include New Zealand
ports in its territory, which, it is said,
\wnu!d greatly benefit Japanese trade in
New Zealand.
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now visible through proper instruments,
a well-known astronomer, indicating sin
cere idealism, expresses the hope that a
100-inch telescope will soon be invent
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less than 100 new stars to these already
included in mortal charts of the firma
ment,
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Rurgomaster Langenhaus, of Koepen
jck, Germany, that man at whom the
whole world laughed in 1808, has been
promoted by the Emperor to the position
of Mayor at Lomza, Poland. He was
the butt of a crimina! joke perpetrated
by a shoemaker, Willlam Voight, who
donned a captain’s uniform, placed him
self at the head of a squad of soldiers,
“arrested’” Burgomaster Langenhaus,
gent him to jail and made away with
the town funds.
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From Dust to Dust.
It was the giorious autumn, but lti
was windy and dusty, and the dust beat
mercilessly into their faces as the youn;i
man and inaiden turned the corner of
the street. |
“Did you get any in your eyes, darl
ing?’ he asked, fondly drawing her
closely to him.
“Yes, sweetheart,” she murmured,
searching for her elusive handkerchief.
“Which eve, beloved?' he pressed.
“The right one, lova! Did you get
any in yours?"
“Yes, dear heart!” he responded, using
the same corner of the handkerchief
that ghe had used. .
“How sweet!” she exclaimed. -“And
yours was in the right eye, too?”
“Yes, dearest.'
“Ah," she thrilled, “‘do you suppose it
could have been part of the same piece
of dust that got in our eyes?"’
“1 hope it was!" he exclaimed fer
vently, blinking a& pleasurable beam
with his good eye, |
“Wouldn't it be lovely, love?’ she
eried.
“Oh, love, wouldn't {t?" he wriggled,
And the wind howled as though in
pain, and from the house opposite &
“Votes ‘or Women" board fell with a
sickening crash upon the pavement, f
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The teacher had given the boys this
subject for composition: “What I would
do if 1 suddenly came into possession of
SIO,OOO.
One little fellow, after chewing his
penholder for some time, returned a
blank sheet.
“That,” replied the precious youth, “is
{ what I'd do it 1 had $10,000.”
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A Daily Task in a Shipyard.
The Need of Truth
By ANN LIBLE. ‘g
€6 J T must always be foul to tell what
I is false; and can never be safe
to suppress what is true,” said
a gentle, kindly philosopher.
Modern society differs with him. It
finds it tactful to suppress the truth
and amuswig to efrculate lles.
But as a mattorfii fact there is hard
ly a ecircumstancs in which it is not
actually advieable as well as ethical to
tell the truth.
Oh~-but suppose my best friend has a
new dress which is hopelessly unbecom
ing to her—how can I hurt her byl
making her miserable over & frock
which she will have to wear?” asks Jane
promptly.
Well, Jane, if you are a coward you}
may take refuge in silence and puzzie!
your friend by your lack of interest ln!
her appearance. But a lie will never do
—it is unfair and unkind and unjust to
every one concerned.
It means that your friend will go on
ip ignorance looking unattractive and
dowdy, and will continue to patronize
a dressmaker who doesn't trouble w|
bring out her good points—or that
some braver person than you will tell
the truth and that your friend will have
to question either your sincerity or your
good taste.
The frock can pribably be changed if
you make your kindly suggestion in
time——and there won't be a sories
like it to make your friend a caricature
of herself,
The case of the frock is symbolic 011
every situation in which people whose
tact is of a lazy, indifferent sort (et}
themselves out of difficulties by what
‘they call “white lies” But white lies
shade into gray and gray to black and
the habit and reputation for untruth
come together to harm your popularity
and character and atiiude toward life.
The gossip who is entertaining be
cause of her bitter and stimulating wit
and the littla tales and innuendoes she
has at her tongue's end may be popular
for a time with people who like the
stimulation of suggested evil. But even
if that gossip is not maliclous, some day
she is bhound to start a story in eircu
lation which will do infinite harm and
bring havoc in its wake.
There is no measure for truth but ab
solute truth; and there i§ no name for a
lie but falsity.
The habit of honesty is easy to form
even in a character which is not basicly
honest; and so also for falsity. One lit
tle departure from truth and an honest,
straightforward soul has admitted the
wedge of exaggeration or “tactfulness’
or whatever we choose to name a de
viation from a high standard of clear
seeing and straight talking
“The truth, and nothing but the
truth” is the only safe motto for speech
and the only worth-while model for
living.
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Inherited.
Amos Whittaker, a miserly million
aire, was approached by a friend who
uysed his most persuasive powers to
have him dress more in accordance with
his station in life,
“I am surprised, Amos,” said the
friend, “that you should allow yourself
to become shabby.” |
“But I'm not shabby,” firmly inter
‘posed the millionaire miser.
~ “Oh, but yon are,” returned his old
friend. “Remember your father. He
was always neatly, even elaborately,
ldressed, His clothes were ~!ways finely
tailored and g&the best material.”
“Why,' shofted the miser, triumph
lgnny, “these clothes I've got on were
father's!”
Good Housekeeping
st Recipes s
All measurements are level, stand
ard half-pint measuring cups, table
spoons and teaspoons being used. Six
teen level tablespoonfuls equal a half
pint. Quantities are sufficlent for six
people unless otherwise stated. Flour
is sifted once before measuring.
+ Raised Corn-Meal Muffins.
One-half cupful yellow Indian meal,
1 pint boiling water, 2 tablespoonfuls
lard, 1-2 cupful molasses, 1 teaspoon
ful salt, 1 compressed yeast cake,
about 6 cupfuls bread flour.
Pour the boiling water ovas the
meal, add lard, molasses and salt, mix
thoroughly and let stand till luke-
JOIEM UIIBM JO S[NJUOOdSaIqE] OMI ";i
| warm. Add the yeast cake, dissolved‘
and beat in flour to make a stiff bat
ter, about six cupfuls. Let rise ti 1l
light, put in deep muffin tins, let rise
again, and bake about twenty minutes
in a rather quick oven. This may be
made also into small loaves. If start
ed at night the muffins may be used
ifor breakfast. This amount makes
eighteen larges muffins,
English Chutney Sauce.
One-half pound ripe tomatoes, 1
pound tart apples, 2 cupfuls granu
lated sugar, 3 large green peppers, 42
small onions, 1-2 cupful chopped mint
leaves, 11-3 cupfuls seeded raisins,
3 cupfuls vinegar, 2 teaspoonfuls dry
mustard, 1 teaspoonful salt. -
Chop tomatoes, add salt, and mix.
Chope together the apples, onions,
and raisins and add the mint. Scald
and cool the vinegar, add sugar, and
mustard, mix all the ingredients to
gether, and allow them to stand at
least ten days before using, stirring
them oecasionally. This will keep
indefinietly.—~Mrs. F. O. Blake, No.
506 Gower street, Los Angeles, Cal.
‘‘Stickies.”’
Baking powder biscuit dough; nut
or white.
meg; butter; sugar, either brown
Spread the biscuit dough thickly
with the butter, basten to a cream.
Sprinkle fhickly with sugar, and
grate nutmeg lightly over the whole.
Rol! up, cut with a sharp knife, place
cut side down in a baking tin, and
bake in a quick oven. For biscuit
dough made of two cupfuls of flour,
one-quarter cupful of butter and one
third cupful of sugar will be needed.
These are delicious with afternoon
tea—~M. M. S. No. 282 North Sixth
street, Fort Smith, Ark. .
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His Verse.
A little chap who thinks that a watch
is ~ne thing that makes life worth lv
ing was told that for the present a
watch could not be given to him. ‘
But he continued to tease for one,
until the whole family were wearled.!
Then his father, after explaining that
he should certainly have a watch when
he was older, forbade him to mention
the sulject again. ‘
The next Sunday, the children, as was
the custom in that family, which is ra
ther religious, repeated Bible verses at
the breakZast table. When it was the
boy's turn, he astonished them all by
u‘)"l%:
hat I “fi junto you, 1 say unto
you all: Watch!
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Up-to-Date Heraldy.
A wealthy youn{ man of Brookline,
the fashionable suburb of Boston, no
ticed a curious looking charm worn by
an equally wealthy young friend on his
watch chain.
“That,” explained the latter, “is my
new coat of arms—chauffeur rampant,
policeman couchant, justice of the peacs
uwuul."
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A Girl and a Man
§ By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER. g
§ In Addition to Her Other Troubles Agnes Isi
Obliged to Hire a Trained Nurse for Aunt Lucy. 3
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CHAPTER XLI
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.
GNES MORLEY stood facing
A Dr. Martin, her cheeks pale,
her eyes anxious.
The pair had just come out of
Miss Lucy's bedroom, where they had
left the invalid In a light slumber
following the alarming attack which
had caused the physician to summon
the niece from downtown.
The man closed the living room
door before speaking. Jennle had
been ordered to listen for Miss
Luey's lightest call.
“As 1 told you a few minutes
ago,” Dr. Martin said, “this seizure
is the worst by far that your aunt
has had. I am afraid there may be
more trouble than I thought, that
there may be some cause which 1
nad not suspected for these attacks.
Hoyever, that {s & matter that can
only be assertained by observation
and, perhaps a little later, by a con
sultation. Meanwhile, the patient
must have skilled care. 1 did not
think she needed it at first. Now I‘
know she does.”
«Jennie O’'Neill,” began Agnes. But
‘the doctor interrupted her. |
«Jennie is absolutely inadequate at
this juncture,” he asserted brusqely.
“'Bho can give certain medicines if
iwld to; she can wait on the patient
when nothing unforeseen occurs; she
can do housework satisfactorily, I
suppose. But a trained nurse is need
ed here.”
“A trained nurse!” Agnes repeated
aghast. “Oh, Dr. Martin—you know
I am willing to do all that is possible
—but would it not be cheaper for me
to stay at home and take care of my
aunt?”
“You couldn’t do it!” was the stern
reply. “She should have a trained
nurse—as I just said. It may be she
will only need one for a couple of
weeks—long enough for us to find out
just what's wrong. But there must
be someone who can take the pulse
and temperature and watch certain
symptoms, as only a professional can.
You could not do this. Besides—
where would another job come from
were you to give yours up? And who
the dickens would suppert you?”
A Trained Nurse,
She was sllenced for a minute,
while she appreciated the force of
every word he uttered, Yes, Aunt
Luey should have a trained nurse.
She must have the best that could
!be procured. But what about the ex-|
‘pense? Where was the money to
come from for all this? It was hard
enough to pay Jennie's wages and
help with the rent, and buy the sup
plies for the small household.
“I suppose you are worrying about
the cost of the thing, aren’t you?" Dr. |
Martin broke in upon her musings. |
«Well—lt can’t be helped, and it won't |
be for long. Surely your aunt has a
little something laid aside against
her old age—hasn't she?”
Pride for her aunt, pride on her
own account, kept Agnes from tell
ing him of the pitiful state of the
family exchequer.
“Never mind about the cost!” she
parried. “I want so know about the
nurse. Do you engage her for us?”
“Surely. &he will come this after
noon.”
“And Jennie? Shall T let her go?”
“Certainly not! Have her come
every day as she has been doing. A
nurse is not a machine—and she must
take her rest and her hours off. Jen
nie will have to be with Miss Moriey
at such times—except when you are
at home. Moreover, a nurse is not
supposed to do any housework beyond
caring for the patient's room."
“I see,” murmured Agnes,
She saw only too plainly that she
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was facing a problem that well-nigh
baffled her. But she would not con
fess it to the physician, who stood
eyeing her so keenly,
«Here is a prescription I want to
have filled,” Dr. Martin went on. “Y¥ou
can take it out yourself, or stay with
the patient while Jennie takes it out
for you. isut get it at once. I may
not be able to secure the nurse I
want before late in the afternoon.
You can spend the rest of the day at
home—can't you? I mean, don’t You
suppose you can be spared from the
office just for this afternoon? What
do you think about it?” 2
She Telephones.
“Perhaps 1 can,” she. said. “But I
would rather make su - 4y telephon~
ing and asking permisiwwon. I will do
this at once, if you think best.”
“All right—that’'s a good idea,” the
physician agreed. “Your aunt will
sleep for the next hour or two, and
she is safe for that little while with
‘Jennie."
~ Agnes feared to make a nuisance of
‘herself by going upstairs to use her
neighbor's telephone too often, so now
she went to the drug store, taking
the prescription with her, and called
up the office, asking for Mr. Bain
bridge.
As soon as he heard her voice, he
inquired how her aunt was.
“More comfortable just now,” Ag
res told him. “But she has been and
still is very ill. I was going to ask
you if——"
She hesitated, disliking to make a
request that suddenly seemed very
bold to her.
“If you can be spared for the rest
of the day?” Hasbrook Bainbridge
finished the sentence for her. “Surely
you can, Valuable as yYou are here,
we will get along without you some
how. Remember, if you come down
today you will be disobeying my or
ders. I wish I could help you, child!”
“Thank you!” she murdered. His
kind tone shook her self-control, “But
there’'s nothing you can do.”
“I ecan, at all events, think of you
%nd hope for the best,” he assured
er.
Again she thanked him, then hung
up the receiver and went back home.
She was glad that Miss Lucy called
upon her for numerous attentions for
the next few hours, for these left her
little time to think, and she knew
there was a question she must soon
answer for herself. It was the ques
tion as to where the money was com
ing from to meet all these new ex
penses.
(To Be Continued.)
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