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* AGE TWO A NOVEL A WEEK A ■taaeare, _■__■■_-_■... __*•!. ■iMi ■ »««•! <-um|>lf t* IhU nrrk la tfcla »l|i>r !»• loin waltsi a fall laatall __■*■_ will rume (.. >.... rvrry toy. CHAPTER I. Concerning Opportunities. "Peter King—please - Peter King—Peter King!" . With a telegram on his tray the belboy traversed the crowded hotel dining room, chanting his monotonous refrain, uutil 1 man aged to make him realize that I owned the above name, and per suaded htm to hand over the mes sage It was characteristic of the sender. Iloux- party. Take after noon train Saturday. Stay Tuesday. I. G. PHILIP MWWKIX. I was more than willing to take the designated train. Philip had a genius for arranging parties of congenial people, and moreover, the telegram assured me that at least one of my fellow guests woutd prove attractive. For the letters "I. <!." meant nothing more nor less than that Irene Gardiner would be there. Tho I had met this young wo man only twice, she already ex erted a fascination over me stioh as I had never before experienced. She, too, went down to Hamil ton on the afternoon train. She waa entirely at her ease us we pur sued our journey. "Is It a large party we're travel ing toward?" I asked, as we near ed Hamilton. "I don't know,' said Mi-a Gardi ner. "Miss Maxwell In.ited me, and the only other guest ihe men tioned In her letter, beside your self, were Mildred Leslie anil the Whitings." "You mean Mildred's si-ter Ed ith and her husband?" "Yes; you know Edith married Tom Whiting." "I remember Edith ns a beauty, but 1 haven't seen Mildred since she was a youngster." "Prepare yourself for a sur prise, then; she's grown up to be the most fascinating little witch I MARY PICKFORD I i_*^H. ___s v '&' _________ __E\ Ett& _____■ s^JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ^JJJJJIR Hl9 i mary wckford"! |i. B ■■ Ei Er IIEm Lb .^^b _________■ li -: #»_:'_ WL\s. -,N - -____#! ■ I I I «fM _^_i ,<*^ff^^^^yg_^_._l!lEP[PP__S -"-i-"- Ji. Ml Hi ■■ Child of wealthy American parents, Peppina, is kidnaped by Italians and made to work in a Sicillian vineyard. As a stowaway disguis- BH ed as a boy, a newsie, a bootblack, etc., Mdry Pickford is undoubt- WBH edly at her best. The final reunion with her millionaire parents BH touches a chord in the heart of every patron. ■ DRAMATIC-AMUSING ■ First a sob then a laugh throughout the entire performance '^H ■ ALL THIS WEEK I H PICTOGRAPH NO. 5 GEO. ROSNER, Organist H I THE COLONIAL I H 918 BROADWAY H "Hie Maxwell Mystery" By Carolyn Wells.—Copyright, 1913, hy .1. B. Mppeneott Co. Next Week, "One Million Fraaca" By Arnold Fredericks you ever saw." "At any rate, Philip thinks so," I said, smiling, and Miss Gardiner returned au understanding glance. ''Yes." she agreed, "but I don't think Miss Maxwell Is altogether pleased. She's awfully fond of Mildred, but I think she would rather Philip should choose a dif ferent type for a wife." "But I doubt If Phillip will ask his aunts advice in such a mat ter." "Indeed be won't; nor his un rle's either. Phil's a dear fellow, but those two old people have spoiled him by humoring him too much." Phillip met us at the train. He led the way to his big touring car and bundled us into it. "You sit back, Peter," he directed, "with Mrs. Whiting and Miss Leslie, and I'll take Miss Gardiner with me. We'll run around the country a bit before we go home." 1 look tny seat between these two ladies, feeling that, for the next few days, at least, my lines had fallen in pleasant places. CHAPTKR 11. "Maxwell Chimney..." "Oh. how stunning!" cried Irene Gardiner, for just then we whizzed up the driveway to the Maxwell house. Alexander Maxwell had chosen to call bis beautiful home "Max well Chimneys," and the place was as picturesque and unusual as its name. It had chimneys of the reddest of red brick, and these stuck up all over the roof of the many-gabled house and even pre sented the novel spectacle of a lire place right out on the broad front veranda. As we neared the veranda, a cheery voice shouted "Hello," and Tom Whltlnß ran down the steps to meet us. Then the wide front door swung open, and the old il.mi way made a fitting frame for the gentle lady of the house who stood within it. Miss Miranda Maxwell was I.lilip's aunt, and. Incidentally, was his devoted slave. She and her brother Alexander had lived in the old house for many years, beloved and respected by the townspeople of Hamilton. though deemed perhaps a shade too iiulet and old-fogy for the ris ing generation. Hut this was all changed when their nephew Philip came to live with them. He had been there three years now and was a good looking chap ol about |t, who had been un orphan since childhood. After his school and college days, his uncle had Invited him to make his permanent home at Maxwell Chimneys, and Philip had accepted the invitation. It was generally understood that he would eventually inherit the place, together with Alexan der Maxwell's large fortune, and so far as social life went, lie was already master of Maxwell Chim neys. I had known Philip all through college, and had made freiplent visits at Maxwell Chimneys- I was a favorite with both the old peojile, and I fully returned their regard. Miss Maxwell herself showed me to my room, and as she left me at the door, she gave a moth erly little pat to my shoulder, say ing: "Now, Pefor, dear hoy, Phil ip's man will look after you, but. If everything isn't just to youri liking let me know, won't you?'' "Sure he will, Aunt Miranda," brike in Philip's gay voice, as he paused us in the hall; "look alive, now, Peter, and tog yourself for dinner al once. Drop down to the terrace as soon as you're ready." Alter I was dressed, I stepped out onto the biilcony through my own window-, lured by the beaut} of the scene liefore me. | stood at the balcony rail, and as I look ed down I Ml two people stroll THZ, VAOOKA THUS START IT TODAY \ B«alS*a all Ihe alter moot <*!>*• thla »■?•' will alv* mk «.r._ a atan<lard-»rira f aa£l. Valfclaa i.nirr far f.mlni rrad ■■■■ ing along the terrace just beneath me. In the dusk, i was uncertain who they were, and then I heard Philip's clear, deep voice: "You're a rattle-brained, but terfly-minded and extremely con ceited >oung person." he declared, "but I have the misfortune to love you as 1 love lire itself; so. once more. Mildred, darling, won't you marry me?" Mildred laughed. "Philip,'' she said, "I do believe that's the thousandth time you've asked mo that question. Please don't do it again. My answer is —No." "Milly," and Philip's voice took on a new tone. "I Bhall ask you that question Just once more. Re member, dear, only once. Come, let us go back to the house." I went downstairs and met the pair just entering the house, and then we went in to dinner. Later on, ns was the custom at Maxwell Chimney's, we all gath ered on the front veranda to watch the moon rise. This, of course, meant that Philip Maxwell should establish himself in the near vicinity of Mil dred Leslie. In her dainty white evening gown, Mildred was a picture. GiUwt't Crane, a neighbor, who had strolled over, sat down beside her and began to chat In low toneß, paying no attention to Phil ip's haughty look. Presently ■ their attention was arrested by what Miss Maxwell was saying. "Yes, he's coming tomorrow." She had been reading a telegram which a servant had just brought her, and as she folded it away, Mildred asked: "Whu is coming tomorrow?" "ClaVance, Earl of Clarendon," was the proud reply. "Goodness! What v name! Is he a real live earl, and what's he coming I'or?" "Yes, Indeed, he's real." said Miss Maxwell, in reply to the first question. "I was so afraid he wouldn't come that I' didn't tell you 1 had asked him. Hut now you girls must make yourselves particularly charming, and glre him a good time." CHAPTER 111. Maury Mildred. "I'm so glad we're going to have a dauce tonight," said Edith Whiting at luncheon next day. "Oh, so am I," declared Mil dred "Give me four Hesitations, won't you, .Miss Leslie?" said 1. "Why, How can you expect it?" she exclaimed. "There'll be a lot of' strange men here from all the country round, and I'm going to give them all my dances. 1 can dance any day with you men who are staying in the house." "Do you mean that, Miss Les lie?" exclaimed Clarendon, in such apparent consternation I ti.it everybody laughed. "On second thought, I'll give you one apiece, all around," said Mildred, gaily, Philip sat next her at the table. "You'll give me more than that," he said, in a low lone, "or else you needn't give tne any." "Very well, ' said Mildred airly, "you needn't have any. Lord Clar endon, if you care for two dances tonight, I have an extra one tHat has just been returned with thanks, which you may have." That afternoon Philip and I chanced to find ourselves alone for ■ time. We sat In a shady corner of the veranda and be looked moody and glum. Finally he threw bin cigar away, and said, frankly, "What would you do with her, Peter?" "Uo you want me to answer you seriously," I said, "or flippantly?" "Seriously, please" "Then 1 think you'll have to teach her a lesson. You let her go too far, Philip; and you may find, when >ou try to curb her. you can't do it." "I know I can't, King: she's reached that point already." "Then begin as soon as possi ble. Tell her that she must either be engaged to you or not. And if she is engaged to you, she must stop flirting with the earl." "Good heaven, Peter! is isn't the earl that bothers me. 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But again my intention came to I nought, for Earl Clarence Joined us. It was after dark, hut by the faint light of a moon which Tlad not yet risen, we saw what seem ed almost like a fairy being com -1 ing toward us. It was Mildred, and she was wrapped in a volum inous cloak of pale blue. "Oh," she exclaimed, drawing back as she recognized us, "I thought you were the gardener!" "Do you want a gardener?" said 1; "won't I do for one?" "Well," and Mildred hesitated, "I was just dressing for the dance, you know, and I found 1 must have—simply must have some of those tiny yellow roses, that grow over there. I never dreamed I'd meet anybody!" "It doesn't matter that you have met us, dear," said Philip, gently; "I'll cut some roses for you—which ones do you want?" Mill} was a tease, there was no doubt about it. She smiled at Philip, and then turning deliber ately to the earl, said. "You're nearest to the yellow rose tree — won't you cut me some, please?" Philip spoke no word, but stood for a moment looking at the girl he loved. Then, in a tense, un natural voice, he said, "Clarendon, will you look after Miss Leslie?" and, turning on his heel, walked rapidly away. "Mllly," said the earl, eagerly stepping towatd her. "Lord Clnrendone," she said coldly, "will you be so very kind as to pick me a few yellow roses, and let me hasten back to the house?" He selected a charming cluster of roses and, taking his penknife from his pocket, cut them for her, and stood trimming off the thorns. "Will you consider them a gift from me? And will you let them illb^n —" 'Oh, Am, they don't mean any thing—_,ot anything at all —yet.' He had taken her hands and placed the spray of roses between them, and still held the two little hands, roses and all. "Please let me go, Lord Claren don—please!" But he detained her a moment. "Miss Leslie," he said, and his choking voice betrayed his pas sion, "I won't keep you now —but tonight you will give me an oppor tunity, won't you, to tell you—" "Tonight, my lord, you are to rave one dance with me, you know." "One? You promised me two!" "Oh, I never keep dance prom ises!" "But I'm sure you will! Now, which shall be the first one that 1 may call mine?" "Choose for yourself, my lord," said Mildred, in her most demure way. "Seven ls a lucky number. May I have No. 7?" "Yes, I'll have that for you,", with a laughing glance over her shoulder, she ran away. Soon after, standing in the low er hall, I watched Mildred Leslie come dancing down tbe stairs. She wore a short dancing gown of palest yellow chiffon, and In her shining curls nestled the tiny yel low roses, it was an unusual color for a pronounced blonde to wear, but it suited her dainty beauty, and she looked like a spring daffodil. Of course, she was immediately surrounded by would-be partners, but Philip Maxwell was not among them. "Sulky," said naughty Mildred, as I asked her where he was. She finished the sixth dance with me and aa we sauntered about after the music ceased, we met Philip. "The next dance is ours," he said, looking at her in an unsmil ing way. "Indeed, it isn't!" declared Mil dred, who had by no means for gotten to whom she bad promised the seventh dance. "It is," said Philip, sternly. "Come!" "Better #o," I whispered in Mil dred's ear; "he's in an awful huff!" Meekly she allowed herself to be led away, and Philip took her out on the veranda. " "Now," he said, as they passed Bftnday, March 20,1918. out of hearing, "with whom are you going to dance this next dance, with me or with that con founded foreigner?" "With him, Philip," said Mil-' dred, very quietly. "1 promised it to him before the party began." 1 turned away and strolled Idly through the rooms. Seeing Miss Maxwell sitting alone in a corner of the drawing room, 1 went and sat by her for a few moments' chat. She seemed preoccupied, and after some perfunctory answers to my trivial remarks, she said: "Peter, there is something wrong with Philip. I cant imag ine what it is, but for a week or more he has been so different. It began all at once. "One day last week he came to luncheon looking so harassed and worried that my heart ached for , him. *"I talked to his uncle about it, and he. too, had noticed it. He thought perhaps It might be money difficulties of some sort, and he offerd to increase Philip's allowance. But Philip said he had no debts and plenty of spending BOM?. So we are at our wits' * end to understand It." "Does he talk frankly to you of Mildred?" "Oh, yes; be hopes to win her. I think he tries to persuade him self he will succeed, while really she is breaking her heart over her flirtation with Gilbert Crane." "But Gilbert Crane! Why, he's a friend of Philip's." "I know It. And I think Philip is as much hurt by Gilbert's treachery as by Mildred's fickle ness. But I cannot think that It is this affair that worried Philip so last week. For then Mildred hadn't come, and Gilbert was right here all the time, and he and Philip were inseparable. No, - it's something else, and I can't imagine what. "oil, Peter, can't you find out what it is, and then I'm sure we can help him?" I ussuret! Miss Miranda that t would try. Then Mr. Maxwell came tn and Joined us, and the* tenor of our conversation changed. The drawing room was the front room on the left, as one en tered the great hall that ran through the center of the house. Back of it was the billiard room; (Continued on Page Three.)