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fCopjrrlffnt, 1913, Intcrnatiounl News Service^ Tomorrow: "Krazy Kat" POVERTY OR PRIDE A charity worker had on his list a woman whose husband was really very handsome, but lazy and inef ficient. The family was in dire pov erty, when a chance to earn some «roney ny carving a hod was offered to the man. The charity worker went to the man's house to tell him of his opportunity to learn to become a wage earner at good pay. He was out, and his wife said to the propo sition: "Oh. ma'am, don't you think that, he Is reely too handsome a man to be seen carrying a hod? If it was floor walking, now, or a head waiter in a restaurant, it would be diff'rent. But for a handsome man like him to be carryln' a hod. wouldn't it be a little —well a little lncongerous?" The Dingbat Family Polly and Her Pals Us Boys T? jj jj\Jl 1] o Q«tosi' Story ©J Els EM (From the German of Bernh»rd Kellermann —German rersloo. Copyright. 1913. by S. Flacher, Verlag. Berllu. English translation and compilation by Copyright, OHM, International News SerTlce) Continued Prom Yesterday Allan helped her to alight and they walked to the very brink of the great chasm. High above them the roof was lost In the darkness, and below them was a great gulf, where little lights twinkled and dodged about like fireflies. The roar of the great engines and the mighty venti'ators was deafening. Allan touched her arm and led her to a great elevator that was used In hoisting the pre cious mineral out of the pit. They quickly descended to the bottom of I the wonderful cavern, and the open | Ing at the end of the tunnel through j which that hell blast of destruction had roared looked like a tiny swal- I low's nest far up the side of a cliff. The next day the New Tork papers had long interviews with Miss Lloyd, in which she graphically described her experience in the tunnel. And two days later the engagement of the tunnel master and the daughter of the famous financier was formally announced. Tunnel stock leaped up at the rate of 5 points an hour, and Just at the psychological moment Lloyd gave his brokers a tremendous buying order. In -i hours Tunnel stock was once more flirting with par. "Public confidence seems to have THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL\ THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 1913 " returned," remarked Lloyd with a pe culiar little smile. "I guess, my boy, that you can go ahead now under full steam—after your honeymoon." * * * The wedding was celebrated late in June. Allan and Ethel saw less of each other during the period of their engagement than before. It was decided to begin work on full time on the first day of July, and there were countless thousands of details to be attended to in the meantime. THE WEDDING For two days before and two days after the newspapers printed nothing much excepting news of the wedding. It was a public wedding, in the sense that all of society was Invited. It was celebrated In the great ballroom at the Atlantic, the hotel where the tunnel project was launched some nine years before, and the newspa pers printed with minute care and mathematical exactness the cost of everything connected with it. On top of the whole mass of figures was the bride's announcement that as a wed ding gift to her husband she had founded a pension fund of $8,000,000 for the crippled and ill of the tunnel workers. The reporters wrote columns about the gayety and Joy of the occasion. They commented especially on the debonnair and jovial manner of the middle aged bridegroom. During the period of their engagement Allan could never bring himself to play the lover, but he had played a little more than the part of a friend. In the presence of others his conduct had always been that expected of a fiance. Just as it had been that expected of a bridegroom at the wedding festiv ities. But when he and his bride left the hotel to go to her father's house, where they were to remain a few days before going away, an abrupt change came over him. Ethel, watch ing him, in the dim light of the lim ousine, understood. He was staring straight out before him and seemed almost unconscious of her presence. His face was lined and careworn and his eyes had something of that ex pression which she remembered with a shudder the night she had waylaid him in Tunnel City. His right hand, ungloved, lay close beside her. She softly placed her fingers on it. It was cold to the touch. He did not seem to know she had touched him. Only once did he give a sign that he was not dead to the outside world. As their car wheeled into a broad square their eyes met a gigantic electric, sign, which read: 'Tunnel! "100.000 Men Wanted." Not a word was spoken until they had reached the house. They were alone here, for Mr. Lloyd had found this a convenient time to take a long deferred trip to Boston, and had de parted by a night train shortly after the ceremony. Ethel, still in her splendid wedding gown, sat on a low divan, playing with the famous Rosy diamond that hung around her neck and gazing thoughtfully at the wonderful and- 7 —— -J- "Gosh, M'Dear, 'Twash Great" T ($K r (;.op-fright, 1913. International News .Service! JtffQ&T* yHtM To v> •J'Tlj Girls' Hats Are Good for Something I s RE " J A (Registered United States Patent Of Bee) ° | <Jgfr IV . PIA IM H>S R € >' THE M■rv■ Lt >V / irons In the cool fireplace. Allan paced the floor listlessly for a few moments, then he lit a cigarette and made as if to sit beside his wife, but -»he waved him away with a little smile. "No, sit there —facing me—that's it. I want to talk to you." A look of puzzled interest came to his face, and then for the first time that day he smiled naturally. It was a rather wan smile, but it was sin cere, and Ethel appreciated it as such. >, "Is it necessary that I face you? Couldn't 1 give you a sort of side front?" he inquired, as he took the big chair she had indicated. "No, because this Is going to be a frank and friendly face to face talk," she replied, gently. "Listen, my dear. There are a few important things that we have to talk about —or don't have to, according to the way in which we look at life. It seems to me better that we should talk about them —and avoid misunderstandings later." Allan looked at her with new in terest and sat forward in his chair in an attitude of attention. "I don't know what you are driv ing at, Ethel," he said quietly, ' but I'll follow your lead. Go ahead." She sat with her hands folded in her lap. looking down at them for a few moments in silence. Then she raised her eyes and looked full into his. "I don't want you to be unhappy, Mac," she said gently. "No; now you must not interrupt—let me fin ish, please. I said this was going to be a frank and friendly talk and I don't want you say nice things at the expense of frankness." He flushed, and bowed. "I don't want you to be unhappy, Mac," she repeated. In the gentle, quiet voice in which she had begun the conversation. "Indeed, it is the dearest wish of my heart that you should be happy—as happy as Is hu fVkarc Aliw f^-ac^c kjtT \WOvLDfJT L6T ME " TOMMY S f cfoS**) (Copyright, 1913, International News Servlcej » , V HS manly possible. If there was ever a man who deserve*! It, It is you." He remained silent, as he had been bidden. "I think you know me well enough to give me credit for understanding that you do not love me. Oh, yes; I know you care for me more than for any other woman In the world; but that isn't saying a great deal. I don't think you care for any other woman at all." She said this without bit terness, as one stating a fact. "What I am telling you is an out line of what hundreds and thousands of women do all of the time, but they are never frank enough to say so. I would be considered a traitor to my sex if it were known that I had been frank about it. I know that you do not love me and yet I am not base enough to think, and I know you are not base enough to have married m» simply as a matter of power and money. I know that in many ways I am very dear to you— more so than you think, because you have felt called upon to pretend that lam dearer than I really am. I have taken these things into my mouth because I want to keep what I have —and I know that the way to lose it is to force you to pretend that I have what I have not—your love. "I have no claim on your whole heart —I haven't any right to claim it. I knew that when I proposed to you. Oh. you did the talking—you went through the necessary formali ties, but you know and I know that I married you because I wanted to and you had very little to do with it." She paused for an instant. His eyes were on her face with a strange, fascinated look. It would not have been necessary to forbid his inter rupting. He was without the power of speech. "So you must not shame me with pretenses, dear, nor sully the purity of ifhat you can honestly give me by glossing It over with lies. I will ask nothing that you can not give For Tvvo"RePuei> tommy J VBY Youff K^S* with all honesty. I will be happy to be with you a little every day as I have been. THE TRI'TH "It should be a comfort to both of us and surely make for the happiness of our future to drop our masks this once, my husband, and talk without concealment. You do not know me— I know that you don't. When you do, things will be different. I am vain enough to believe that I have played a part to win a thing that I This Woman Knows How D. D. D. Cures Skin Trouble! (This letter is just received): "Toronto. "I am the mother of twelve chil dren. I took a bad leg at the birth of my last child. I was laid up five weeks, with a doctor attending me who does nothing but treat this kind of skin disease. Six weeks ago I heard of D. D D. As I used to tear my leg at night until it was a bleed ing mass I applied a bottle of D. D. D. I can't tell you the ease it gave me. I never used to sleep with tne pain. Many a time I nearly fell with dizzi ness from want of sleep. Now my leg is completely healed up, thanks D. D. D. Prescription—for 15 years—the standard skin remedy wanted —and I have won. It was necessary—even in this sort of game there are conventional rules. But the game Is over now. dear, and the seri ous business of winning happiness— which is not game—has begun. That's why I want to tell you everything— from the beginning." She played with the marriage ring on her finger and went on in the detached manner of one relating an impersonal history. Continued Tomorrow to the blessed D. D. D. I never ex. pected a cure. I only got D D D, to take the terrible itch away. But by degrees I saw the big sore get ting smaller. I have a thankful heart today, "Mrs. Stitt, 202 N. Weston Rd., . "West Toronto." The cures of D. D. D. are past be lief. All druggists have this sooth ing, cooling wash and also the effi cient D. D. D. Skin Soap. Come to us and we will sell you the first full size bottle on the guarantee that it will stop the itch »t once or your money refunded. The Owl Drug Co.