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(Novelized from the Pathe serfal of the
same name, based on the famous
novels by Mabel Herbert Urner.)
THE STORY \
The Man............H0race Kennedy |
The Wife............. Mary Kennedy
“The Woman Alone"
Margaret Warner
Mary, discovering her hunbnnd'l-‘
love for Margaret, resolves to nght
for her happiness. Knowing that
Norwood, a magazine editor, also
g\'n Margaret, she gives a dinner
throw them toget or——hopln’ in
this wng to estrange the girl from
her husband.
Copyright, 1017, by Mabel Herbert
Urner,
I T was a relief when the evening was
over., The last guest gone, Mary,
worried over the mysterious message
and her husband's attentions to Mar
garet, turned wearily into the library.
“Did it go off fairly well, dear?” as
she pank on the couch.
“Seemed to," was Kennedy's trench
ant answer, as he poured out a whisky
and soda.
“Frank took Mise Warner home,”
with studied carelessness. I think
he really cares for her”
“Norwood?" caustically, “He's too
#elf-centered to care for anyone,”
shoving back his glass. “Now, for
Heaven's sake don't start a post
mortem. That party was tiresome
enough without having to talk it over,
I'm going to bed.”
'~ Broodingly Mary looked after him
&8s he went upstairs, This curt eyni
cism was so unlike him, but lately his
‘whole nature was changed. Was his
Ancreasing (rritability a chaffing at
the ties that bound him? Was It his
freedom that he wanted?
~ The gray mistineas of dawn was
paling the electric light when Mary
finally left the library and climbed
wearily up to her room.
To Margaret every ring of the tele
phone and door bell always brought
the thrilled hope that it might be
XKennedy. But the next afternoon
*vhen she went to the door, her eager
ness ebbed to disappointment as Nor
wood confronted her.
- He had sald he would call with
proofs of the new story, but she had
not expected him so soon. They were
absorbed In some radical corrections
when again the bell rang.
. This time she knew it was Ken
mnedy. . That he should find Norwood‘
there! With a chill fear of a possi
ble scene, she turned to the door. |
The next moment, Kennedy, with
& proprietory alr, strode into the
room. His start at seeing Norwood
was hardly perceptible, but his greet.
ing was betrayingly curt and frigid.
Sensing Margaret's confusion, with
quick responsiveness, Norwood rose
to go. Flushed and embarrassed, she
followed him to the hall.
As she came back into the room
Kennedy was glaripg out the window,
his very attitude expressing his hos
tility. The rankling jealousy that
~he had so long controlled now blazed
‘out.
~ “Am I to have no friends?™ quiv
ered Margaret. "“"Do you expect me
‘lo be a recluse—to see no one?”’
. "] expect you not to see men who
‘are so patently in love with you. How
‘¢ver, if you prefer Norwood's atten
tion—T'll withdraw mine.”
‘ 4 He Would Repent.
It was their first quarrel—the first
‘time he had left her in anger. He
~would repent--he would call her up
_that evening or the latest tomorrow
morning. But this feverish reassur
: ::o did not lessen the poignancy of
%er wretchedness.
~ In the evening papers she read the
announcements of Kennedy's nomi
i“ lion for Congress. Despite her
Jeaping pride, she had a dread pre
* pnition of this proving a barrier be
‘tween them. Would his fear of pos
l’;j“ le unpleasant publicity outweigh
his love for her?
s That evening and the next day past
| feverish waiting for some message.
he very atmospnere of the room be
ech d with her intensity. She
Fed mot go out for fear he might
er pride rebelled against her mak-
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ing any overture. Whatever her love,
she could not cheapen herself by de
liberately seeking him.
But at least she could see and hear
him without his knowing. She would
go that night to the political meeting
where he was to speak.
It was half-past eight when she
reached the crowded auditorium,
Slipping into a rear seat, Margaret
walted with painful tensity.
Rousing Cheers Greet Him,
Kennedy's appearance was greeted
with rousing cheers. Introduced by
the chairman, he spoke with simple,
telling directness, holding his audi
ence by his very earnestness and not
by any oratorical tricks.
During a prolonged applause a com
motion arose in the rear of the hall.
Hisses and cat-calls, a deliberate ef
fort to disconcert the speaker—by
agitators of the opposing party. A
brick crashed through the window
‘and the place was In an uproar,
l Suddenly through a rift in the
crowd Margaret saw Kennedy in the
grasp of four rufans. Knowing of
‘the recent attempt on his life, she
Twn paralyzed with terror.
~ Then, with leaping relief, she found
Norwood beside her. Having seen
her in the audience, he had come to
her ald. Breathlessly she told him
of Kennedy's peril. Incredulous, but
yielding to her exicted Insistency, he
fought & way jo the side entrance.
They were just in time to see Ken
nedy, apparently unconscious, being
lifted into a gray car. Norwood, rec
ognizing Doyle on the front seat, was
instantly alive to the danger. |
Sweeping Margaret into a taxi, he
ordered the driver to follow the car
ahead. As they flew after the gray
blur, Margaret, leaning forward with
‘breathless rigidity, was hardly con
scious that Norwood was holding both
‘her hands in a reassuring clasp.
~ “It's all right—they can’t dodge us
now,” his recent clash with Kennedy
- The Other Woman
By Virginia Terhune Van De
Water.
CHAPTER IV,
(Copyright, 1917, Star Company.)
REPROVED myself often during
I the days of my engagement for
the sentiment which, as I have
said, was hardly jealousy, yet which
marred my pleasant thoughts of my
betrothed's mother. I was happy and
busy making preparations for my
marriage, so I had little time in which
to brood over the matter. But I was
aware that {t was not quite enough
for me to know that Jack loved me
as dearly as any man can love the
woman whom he wishes to make his
wife, !
As I have said, Jack could not have
understood had I tried to explain my
Antangible discomfort. But I am sure
that his mother unferstood, and that
Bhe was careful rot to be too dem
‘onstrative with her son in my pres
ence. Even since our marriage 1
~have been sure that, when alone with
‘him, she has petted him and spoken
to him with an affection that she has
‘not exhibited when I have been by,
F suppose 1 was unreasonable in
‘resenting her caution, for 1 would
have resented quite as strongly too
‘much demonstration on her part. I
wished somehow that 1 could make
her feel that Jack was more mine
than hers, . ‘
Yet—here was my inconsistency—l
}loved Jack so dearly that I would not
cause him unhappiness by any criti
cism of his mother. 1 wanted above
all to make him happy—but in my
OWNn WRY. ;
Mrs. Hampton was generous to me
--almost too generous, It was as if
she were trying to win my affection,
as if she had resolved to love me
and to win my love at no matter
what sacrifice of her own Inclina
tions and desires.
Jack and 1 had been looking at
apartments, that we might decide
upon one for our future use. As he
wes busy at the office on week days,
we had only Sundays on which to do
forgotten In the realization of his
peril.
On and on through the dimly lit
streets, with reckless increasing
speed. From the side lights they
could see the driver lean out and
glance back, estimating his chance
of eluding them.
Both Dash From Car,
Finally, seeing that it was hopeless,
with a swift, dangerous turn he
swirled a corner and slowed down.
Without waliting for the car to stop,
both men jumped out and dashed up
the dark side street.
Norwood, leaping out after them,
called to the driver to follow.
Left alone, Margaret sprang from
the taxi and ran to the abandoned
car ahead-—which she knew still held
Kennedy. Was he unconscious? Was
he seriously hurt? Her mind flamed
‘with grewsome possibilities.
Her trembling fear-weakned hand
could hardly open the door. Then
Kennedy's white ghirt front gleamed
through the darkness. He was prop
ped against the seat, his head droop-
Ing forward.
Her own pulses leapt as she found
the steady throb of his—he was only
stunned! The fresh air from the open
door was quickly reviving.
~ “Margaret!” as he looked up with
vague wonderment.
In sobbing excitement she explained
where he was and why she was with
him. All the coldness of their es
trangement was swept away in the
throbbing nearness of that moment.
“You must know there could never
be any one else,” she fn.ltered. cling
ing to him. “The very thought is—
unspeakable!™ !
“I do know-—but at times I'm in
sanely jealous. I can't help—"
At the sudden stiffening of the
arm that held her, Margaret ‘laficea
up. Before the open car stood Nor
wood. The dim street lamp lit the
rigid whiteness of his face.
| (To be continued.)
our “house-hunting,” and we did not,
in consequence, progross rapidly,
Mrs. Hampton asked me no ques
tions, but she was always interested
in learning the results of our quests,
I did not know that she and Jack
talked over our prospects. But why
should they not?
One day she suggested to me that I
might like for our prospective home
certain pieces of furniture which she
would not need at the fashionable
boarding house in which she was go
ing to take rooms. 1 appreciated her
kind intention in making this offer,
but I had a bride's natural desire to
begin housekeeping with articles that
were up to date and suited to our
own little home, |
“Thank you, Mrs. Hampton,” I said
gratefully, “but 1 fear the handsome
pleces that are so appropriate to your
apartment would be too massive for
the small quarters that we must
have,”
“Perhaps,” she assented, “although
1 have been looking at an apartment
‘on West End avenue—and the rooms
are quite spacious. There are but
itour and a bath, but they are un
usually large.” > ’
“You have been looking at a flat?”
1 asked.
1 was honestly puzzled, and had a
fleeting fancy that she might have
changed her mind about boarding
and was thinking of taking a small
apartment for herself,
“Yes.” She flushed as she often did
when [ spoke abruptly. The habit
always made me feel as if I had been
rude. “I heard of it from a friend,”
she went on after a moment’s hesita
tion. “You have so much to do just
now that I thought it might help you
if I ran in and inspected the place
before saying anything to you about
it. I knew you would be afraid of
giving me trouble if 1 told you | was
going to do this.
“But 1 called Jack up at the office
and told him of my intention, and he
approved. 1 think you will both like
this apartment better than any you
have seen yvet. Perhaps you can run
over there on Sunday.”
“Would you object to telling me
just where it is and what the rent
is?" 1 inquired coldly,
(To Be Continued.)
THE FATAL RING
f A Serial of Romance and Mystery. )
Tom Carlton Takes a Hand in the Game and Rescues
Pearl From Death.
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Who's Who in the Thrilling New Film
Pearl BStandish ..................Pear]l White
Richard Carslake ..............Warner Oland
The High Priestess ............Ruby Hoffman
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TOM OREIOtON . ........o.cnvnieq - NONTY DOEE
SNYOPSIS. |
Pear! Standish, richest girl In
America, is accused of having in her
Fouenslnn ‘““The Violet Diamond of
yaroon.” She knows nothing of this
gem which is eagerly sought by the
followers of the Violet God of Da
roon, led l’),y the High Priestess of
the order. They dln&atch one of their
number, Nicholas Knox. to get the
?em or suffer death. He holds up
’earl and after an exciting scene
she becomes Interested und‘ prom
ises to help him secure it. But she
can not find it among her father's
effects. Knox has the !emnf and
Pear! knowing that her father
bought the stone in the Far East
asks Richard Carslake, her secretary
at that time, to call and tell her
about it, Carslake calls, sees the
getting and takes it away at the
point of a gun. Later the Priestess
and her Arabs appear and he loses
it. Pearl and Knox go to Carslake's
house; they are tra{vped and with the
Princess and her followers find them
selves in a room whose walls close
slowly upon them.
(Novelized from the photoplay,
“The Fatal Ring.")
EPISODE 3.
Installment 1.
By Fred Jackson.
(Copyright, 1917, by Fred Jackson. All
Rights Reserved.)
HE adavncing fire engines, de
scending upon the house with
noisy speed, brought home to
Carslake the advisability of flight,
otherwise he might have waited to
make sure that Tom Carleton was
really dead.
As it was, Tom was only slightly
stunned, and, recovering swiftly, he
zushed to the lever and shoved it
Lack, arresting the walls as they were
in the very act of crushing their help
less victims. But Tom did not guess
how very opportune his recovery was
until he unfastened the heavy door.
Pearl was nearest as Tom opened
the way to escape; but Knox, crazed
with fear, dragged her aside, regard
less of the fact that Pearl was half
fainting with weakness.
Tom brought him swiftly to his
senses, however, with a blow on the
end of his chin, which sent him stag
gering back to fall in a heap out of
the way.
“Now, let me help you,” he mur
mured gently, half-guiding, half-sup
porting her as they made their way.
into tlLe open air.
The Priestess and her Arabs rush
ed past them and speedily vanished.
Knox, sitting up, looked after Pearl
and her new champion with jealous,
envious eyes—remembered that he
had still the setting which he had
taken from Pearl without her
knowledge—and smiled as a great
idea for revenge came to him. He
would square his score with Tom
and eliminate him forever from
"Pearl's circle of acquaintances by
throwing the blame of the theft on
him.
With this comforting plan in mind,
Knox picked himself up and followed
the others out of the burning house,
Pearl Is Grateful.
In the open &ir Pearl revived swift
ly and lobked at her rescuer with
wide, grateful eyes.
“I ‘lon’t know what to say to you—
Anecdotes of the Famofiémé
A rather amusing story was told re- ‘
cently by John Hassall, the famous
aptist, concerning Willlam Frith's
well-known picture, “A Child Feeding
Rabbits.”
“Frith purchased for models,” said
Hassell, “a dozen white rabbits from
a dealer and ordered them to be sent
home.
‘The man who brought them fool
ishly left them in the garden—Mr.
Frith lived in the country at the time
—and naturally the little animals all
‘got away through the fence.
‘ “Well, when Mr. Frith returned and
found his rabbits gone he searched
‘the neighborhood for them manfully.
~ “He got most of ,them back, but not
'ull. and, meeting tf\e dealer next day,
he said angrily, ‘What did you mean
by letting the rabbits loose on my
lawn as you did? I had a frightful
task to capture them, and as it was |
only got eleven.'
“The dealer scratched his ear ‘Rut
eleven was pretty good, guv'nor,' he
said. ‘I only left six, ye know. The
rest was comin’ on tomorrow.'"”
. - -
A good story is told by the Countess
of Drogheda in connection with a
London nursery home for the bables
of munition workers.
A little girl, barely 2, was brought
to the home by her mother, who wus
on night work, and who, therefore,
wished, as is customary, to leave her
offspring there from Sunday evening
untl\snurday morning.
Bub the child strongly objacted,
howling lustily when the time came
MONDAY, JULY 23, 1917,
how to thark you!”™ she murmured
slowly. “Ycu've—saved my life.”
“Don’t thank me,” he protested, col
oring. “Any one who had the oppor
tunity would be glad to do the same
thing. I am indebted to you for a
chance {o play the hero!”
Bhe smiled, and then held gut her
hand to him,
“You are very modest,” she said,
“brt I am rot misied. 1 am Pearl
Standish. If ever you need a friend
come to me.”
His eyes opened wide as she spoke
her name, and he could scarcely re
ply to so famous a personage.
“If ever Miss Standish needs any
aid of any sort she has just to look
her need at Tom Carleton, of the
New York American!"
“A reporter — really?’ repeated
Pearl.
“Really. And as a reporter, I can't
help wondering, Miss Standish, what
this is all about!”
She liked his eves. They seemed
80 honest. She liked his frankness,
too. And she was on the verge of
beginning an explanation, when Knox
approacihed them,
“Be careful what you say to that
man, Miss Standish,” he warned her.
“He is a member of the Sacred Order
of the Violet God, and is after the
setting for the violet diamond.”
Pearl turned from him in astonish
ment to regard Tom. His innocent
look was convincing. But to be quite
sure,- she slipped a hand into the
pocket where she had kept the ring.
It was gone.
Startled, incredulous, in grave dis
appointment, she Jlooked at Tom
again, recalling that he had had am
ple opportunity to take the ring as he
helped her from the burning house.
“The ring ——?"” she cried anx
iously. “It is gone!”
“What ring? What do you mean?”
asked Tom curiously. “What is all
this about the violet god and the vio
let diamond?”
Knox Warns Her.
Before Pearl could answer him a
policeman advanced toward them and
Knox laid a warning hand on her
arm.
“Be careful! Say nothing here!”
he advised.
Pearl nodded and turned to smile
her prettiest at the bluecoat.
“What's all this? What are you
doing inside the fire lines?” he asked
gruffly,
“These people have just been res
cued,” replied Tom, saying nothing
of his share in the rescue, “and I am
a reporter.”
He showed his card. The police
man looked at it.
“You'll have to show it to the
Chief,” he said. “The orders are that
no one is allowed inside the lines.”
“Very weli,” said Carleton.
He turned and bowed to Pearl, who
still surveyed him uncertainly. Then
he passed on with the policeman.
She wondered if she would ever
see him again.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
for parting, and pleaded tearfully with
her mother in'baby language to “tum
back toon.”
The mother promised, and actually
did return in a couple of days, snatch
ing an hour from her work by special
permission. But by that time baby
was more reconciled to her new sur
roundings. ;
She was, in fact, distinctly cgol to
ward her mother, and when that good
lady lingered lovingly at the ward
entrance, exclaimed imperiously in
the purest Cockney accent, “'Op it,
muvver!”
*o 0 .
Lady Mary Hamilton, dauxhtgr of
the Duke of Abercorn, who is shortly
to be married, tells the following
amusing story of an incident that
happened during a holiday spent in
Egypt shortly before the war:
On one occasion she was sitting in
the shade of the Sphinx, when turn
ing to her “Baedeker” guide book to
settle some point of information, she
saw a shiekh looking at her and sadly
shaking his head.
“ ‘Murray’ good,” he said in a warn
ing voice; ‘Baedeker’ no good!”
“Oh,” said Lady Mary, “why do you
object to ‘Baedeker?'™
~ Looking down on her with the pity
ing eyes of Islam, th& sheikh crossed
his hands.
"' ‘Baedeker’ bad book,” he repeated.
“‘Murray’ very, very good. ‘Murray’
say, ‘Give the sheikh half a crown;
‘Baedeker’ say, 'Give the sheikh &
shilling.'”
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OLUMBIA, who lives, we think, in Washington,
C who is a dim, lovey woman wholse hand we
never have touched, whose face is a ovely
myth, walks the land now, a guest at every door. A
‘When We Are Married’
A Short Story
By AGNES LOUISE PRATT.
OWARD FIELDING was perfectly
H sure of Elizabeth Weld. So, when
he went down to the silver wed
ding he bought the ring. He found
Elizabeth's mother on the porch, flushed
and heated, withal happy with prepara
tions for her own ‘‘wedding.” She was
immensely glad to see him. Waved him
to a chair, fanned herself with her apron
and interrogated:
“So you're here—at last. It's two
years, isn't it, since you've been home?"’
Howard admitted that it was. ‘“Mother
and father, you know,” he explained,
“had John—and they've been up to the
city—to see me. But,” he laughed ro
guishly, *“1 couldn't keep away from
yvour wedding. I just had to come down
for that."
“Just think,” Mrs. Weld dropped her
apron and became reminiscent, “‘twenty
five years since father and me were mar
ried. We just had to do something—
to celebrate. Got married children of
our own, and our baby-—Elizabeth—is
twenty."”
It was the opening Howard had been
waiting for. “Where is Elizabeth?"' he
inquired eagerly.
The mother laughed. 'Oh, down the
road, I guess. She went that way a half
hour ago.”
Howard rose. ‘“Well, I guess I must
be going,” he announced. ‘l'll see you
all tonight. Did the present come, all
right?”
“You must have known—Boy—" a
trifling moisture clouded Elizabeth's
mother’s vision as she rose, ‘“‘what I've
always wanted. If I'd picked out the
tray myself, I couldn’t have done bet
ter. Angd solid,” words failed her.
~ Howard turned back, tremulously.
“‘Oh, that's all right,” he sald, kindly.
"I knew you'd like it. Mother selected
it. And I could afford it—now,” with
conscious pride about the raise in salary
‘that had made it possible for him to
‘seek Elizabeth—now.
Then he sald good-bye and went down
the road. He knew where he would find
‘Eunbezh‘ They had met too often
under the old chestnut tree for him not
to know. Dense foliage screened the
meeting place. And as he came near
'he heard voices. He stopped, listened.
One of them was Elizabeth's. The other
—{t was John—his brother. Dear fellow.
He had not been up to the house yet.
Went straight to Elizabeth's from the
train.
A little crease of disappointment
eromsed his brow. He would rather have
wecn ber alopa. Me advanced cautious
Saint comes to earth, you must take her in. There
is a place for her head on the poor man’'s couch, and
she loves the plain table in his cottage as well as
the glittering board of the rich man's across the
way.—NELL BRINKLEY.
ly. Through an uper,-ture he saw with-‘
out being seen. His brother held the
hand, unresisting, of Elizabeth—his Eliz
abeth—and, as he paused, petrified, he
heard him say “when we are married.”
It was enough. He turned and fled
incontinently. So—this is what he had
come down for. This was what he had
waited and schemed and planned for.
Yes—and worked and succeeded for! He
would take the next train back. No, he
couldn’t. He must stay and face it out.
Setting his lips grimly he went home,
saw the folks and made ready for the
evening’'s festivities. And by evening
he had scourged himself into a proper
state of renunciation. Wherein he gave
Elizabeth to John, because he loved
them both. Forgetting in his supreme
self-sacrifice that it was mostly because
he must. It was bitter. It hurt. He
was going back in the morning, and, for
their wedding, he wouldn’'t come down.
It was too much to ask of one's self.
He would go away. Leave them to
their happiness. Outwardly he was the
same to them, both. And, late in the
evening, he found himself paired off
with Elizabeth. Found himself telling
her all about how he had made good in
the city. And heard her asking him, a
trifle wistfully, “‘and you’ll live up there
—always—and get married, and—be
happy ?"
His heart turned over with a great
pain, But, with an effort, he replied,
in her own bantering vein, ““Oh, I sup
pose so 0,” carelessly, “it's the way of
life. And—you!" He couldn't look at
her, just then. The pretty diamond he
had brought for her was burning a hole
in his pocket just over his heart. ‘You
will stay down here—and get married,
too—""
Elizabeth gave him a funny little look,
And—just at that instant somebody
touched his arm. “Howard, old man.”
It was Brother sonn. And there was a
girl with him. A girl he had never seen,
‘“Let me present my flancee, Madge
‘Webster,”” John was saying. The dia
mond burned its way through then and
set his heart to dancing madly. He
managed to be courteous till they went.
Then he looked at Elizabeth—one deep,
lonWok.
“What,” he demanded, '‘did the scene
I witnessed this afternoon mean?’ and
be told her. Elizabeth laughed a deli
cious, rippling laugh he had thought
never to hear again. Then SBhe an
swered:
““John was telling me of his engage
ment,” she informed, “and, as we have
always been so intimate, he was holding
my hand—quite thoughtlessly." she add
ed. Then the ring came out and in less
time than it takes to tell it. was on
Elizabeth's finger
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The Sultan’s Pastime.
Although the Sultan of Turkey is re
puted to be the laziest potentate in Eu
rope, he is passionately fond of reading.
For weeks at a time he will shut him
self up in his private suite at Yildiz
Kiosk—the Turkish Buckingham Pal
ace—surrounded with literature of all
kinds, classical works, novels, magazines
and newspapers. With the exception of
his personal attendants, Ministers of
State and foreign ambassadors, no one
is allowed into the imperial sanctuary
during the Sultan's literary “fits.”
But the “Sick Man of Eumfi;" is
somewhat handlcn?ped. as his owl
edge of European languages is limited.
In order to overcome this difflcult¥l he
employs a translation office. Here there
is a crowd of officials, who speak all the
languages of Europe, and for their use
all the political and illustrated newspa
pers of importance are procured, from
which extracts are made and translated
for the Sultan. There are fifteen supe
rior translators, called dragoman secre
taries, in this office, and their pay is
from ten to forty Turkish pounds
monthly.
The translations are not limited to
political publications; novels and ro
mances in all languages are also trans
lated for the Sultan, and many thou
sands have found their way into the im
perial library. They are all written on
thick white royal octavo gllt-edged pa
per, and are fastened together with
green and red ribbons by the translators
themselves.
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