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By WEBSTER DENISON.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
The telephone rang.
“That's al!l for the present, Mliss
Mever,” he sald, as he lifted the re
celver,
The call was about a luncheon cn
gagement. “You can write that let
ter out and 1 will sign it when I get
back.,” he told her, and went out.
In & moment he was back. He
walked toward her quietly, and
paused, looking over her shoulder,
She was puzzling over the notes.
“Well, how goes 1t?" he inquired,
She looked up at him with a brave
attempt at a smile,
“1 guess—l'Ml-—get--jt—all right. I'm
a little nervous.”
“Oh, you musn't act that way,” he
cautioned meekly, “I'm a very pa
tient man You'll get on all right,
but you mustn't be afraid to tell me if
you lose your way.”
He leaned over her shoulder. His
face was very close to hers. He
breathed very quick and short. Then
he drew back almost with a start.
Comforting Words.
“1 can’t walt now,” he said quietly,
“but I'll be back in an hour or s»,
and if vou haven't got it straight by
then I'll go over it with vou."
“Thank you, sir.” she anawered with
@ relieved sigh. “You are very kind"
“Not at all. 1 know you'll be 11l
right. Just be patient vourself and
persevering.”
- - - . - - -
Gertrude was still laboring over her
notes when a knock at the door, fol
lowed by the entrance of voung Scott,
interrupted her He beamed on ner
with surprise and genulne pleasure at
her success
“Well, well; here we are on the joh.
Now 1 guess your troubles are over,
aren’t they 7"
“No," she answered. smiling, “I'm
afraid they are only beginning.”
“Why,” he inguired solicitously,
*“what's the matter now?"”
“Oh, I'm all confused Mr. Scott
gave me a letter and he dictated f{t
slewly. I ought to be ahle to read it
all right, but my head is just spin
ning "
“Oh, don't worry,” he interrupted,
encouragingly “You'll get over that
Just tuke it easy., You'l! get along
here. Dad’'s a regular hummer, but
he knows how to make allowances,
too. Just perk up and Imagine vou're
only writing a letter at school.”
He came over and looked down at
her notes
“I wish I could read shorthand. I'd
ke t 5 help vou out. Wait a min
ute,” he exclaimed suddenly, with a
burst of an idea. “Just read it to me
Y am pretty familiar with some of the
business. and [ probably can guess
what the governor meant if you just
give me the clew. Come, we'll get
along.”
’ I'm sure we will” she assented
*“You're #o kind. Let me see—where
was 1?7 Oh, ves. Tell me, first, are
there two ‘r's in tarife?”
Nog, one. Do you know what the
\ Wi r:'nmns"
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Reading ThisYFitst
ERROLD SCOTT, a dignified-looking business man with offices in a
J blg city skyscraper, advertises for a stenographer to act in the ca
pacity of private secretary. Scott, although posing as an upright
man, {8 in reality unscrupulous. He hasg several times been in trouble
over stenographers to whom he made love, but persists in his infamy.
C'rane, his servile bookkeeper, sends in several applicants. Scott is struck
by the physical attractions of Catherine Wiggins and questions her
closely. He tells her to return at 11 o'clock. Jack Scott, the elder Scott's
stepson, ls junior partner of the firm. He has just come of age and Is
expecting to he a full-fledged partner.
While he is waiting for his father, Gertrude Mever, the heroine of the
story, comes in looking for a position. Young Scott is greatly impressed
by her bheauty, and questions her, The elder Scott arrives, He {9 also
interested at once in the pretty girl, After telling his son that he has
taken him into partnership. Scott questions Gertrude. The girl 18
good looking and plalnly Innocent, and although she is incompeten?,
Scott decides to engage her for r easons of his own.
’
Now Go On with the Story
“No. 1 don't.’
“Well, no wonder. It's a pretty big
word, It elected a few Presidents and
retired a few Senators. What comes
next?"
“Oh, 1 know that,” she cried, with
babyish enthusiasm—“ Charges. Then,
“This is contrary to our arrangement,
as I-—distinctly—-"
She stopped, and took another crop
per, but they finally squirmed the
word out. It was “stipulated.” With
much questioning and puzzling and
co-operation, the text of the letter
was complete,
“Do you put a comma hetween
‘vours truly” " she asked innocently.
“Well, that depends, Miss Meyer, on
whom you are addressing it to."”
He struck an attitude and folded
hig arms with a serlous mien,
“Now, it I were to say to you, ‘l'm
yours ~ . . . ..trulyv’ I think 1 would
put an exclamation point after each
word.”
The frivolousness of this escaped
her, or else she pretended that it did
“But oh,” she answered coyly, “this
is to somebody in Hatifax."
~ “Then 1 wouldn’t use the comma,”
'he advised. 'There's probably a tar
iff an commas, too.”
“I'm afraid you're laughing at me”
she observed this time. "1 don't know
what's the matter, but I just can't get
my brain to working to-day.”
“I'm affected the same way. You'll
get over vours, 1 guess’™
“And yvou?”
“1 don’t know I'm afraid not--1
hope not.”
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HE Jerrold Scotts moved within
I the inner circle. Their home in
Fifth avenue was as spacious
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rich New Yorker should be. It had
always held its place as the scene of
ceremonious hospitality, but this
winter it was enlivened by the preu-f
ence of young folk. |
Jack's return from Harvard hadi
been simultaneous with his sister's
completion of her course at a young
woman’s boarding school. Being but‘
17 and not yet arrived at that perfod
of adolescence essential for forma”
Iluum‘h!ng into the soclal swirl, Jose- |
| phine Scott was enjoving that most
delightful hiatus in fashionable girl
hood—the time when one shares all
the privileges of soclety without as- |
suming its cares. |
| In the later winter or eariy s_urlnx‘
| there would come the inevitable trlp}
across the water, the flnlshlng‘
touchek {n Berlin, Paris and the Ri- |
viera, a summer at Bar Harbor or
Newport, and then this young rhlld‘
of fortune would blossom out as a
bona fide member of the fraternity
which toila not but is arrayed in,
goldspun. Debutante or no debutagpe,
Josephine didn’'t lack for attentlon
from the gallants. The Scott mil
l Hons, or that part of them which
would fall to the girl, were in jeo-
I;-urd_\' through this forthcoming trip
‘ to INurope. The prospectors came oft
| en and under any pretext: as Jack's
friends or hers, or to pave the way to
pdternal esteem.
Scott surveyed them all with placid
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but watchful eye. They were mostly
youngsters of Jack's age, apd so far
he had detected nothing to arouse his
serious concern. But he was on the
lookout. Josephine meant more to
her father than his millions. Yet he
shared with her mother fond, vague
hopes of some prodigious match,
There was nothing to thwart these
expectations. He knew his daughter
was a heautiful girl, bringing from
her mother a legacy of name and a
fortune which he would triple when
the time came.
This man, who in the outer world
was the gray wolf, regarding women
of a lower strata as his rightful prey
or toys, as the case might be, became
within the sanctum of his cwn domi
cile the guardian mastiff, jealous and
zealous of his own progeny. Other
men's daughters were one thing; his
was another,
The importer was enjoying the quiet
of his library before the dinner hour,
when Josephine burst in upon him.
A Warning.
“Hello, daddy!" she cried as she
came running to him. She pressed
glowing cheeks, that motoring in the
brisk November air had turned al
most to carmine, to his. Strands of
her disheveled hair floated across his
face. Somehing of the thrill of her
went through him-—some allen real
ization of the exquisiteness of her;
the sense that she had passed from
childhood, and what she might mean
to some man., It was a strangs
thought—spontaneous but frightening
-—so that he drew her to him with
more than usual ardor in his embrace.
Her next words conflrmed the truth
of his intultion.
“Oh, daddy, I've had a perfectly
glorious afternoon! We motored out
to the country club, and you can't
imagine how grand it was"”
“We?" he echoed. *“You mean
mother——"
*“Nn,” she interrupted, “Paul Mont
gomery and 1. It was a young. folks'
affair, and besides, mother had a
meeting of her henevolent society.”
*“But you had a chaperon, Joe,’ he
suggested.
“At the club, of course, but not go
ing or coming. Very few of the girls
did, dad. It was just an informal af
falr ¢ ¢ _O. 3 tango téa.”
“Dancing ?"
“Oh, surely, goosey. That's what it
was all about. But the trip was the
best part of it. It's simply wonderful
In the country now. You ought to
get away from that office grind and
run over yourself now and then.
There were nearly 50 players on the
links to-day.”
To Be Continued To-morrow,
Copyright, 1014, International News
Service,
The Waif
READ It Here—THEN See It in Motion Pictures.
Copyright, 1914, by International News
Service. Moving Picture Rights Own
ed by Eclectic Film Co.
By ELEANOR MAITLAND.
CHAPTER IL
Remi Is Abducted.
ORETTI opened the window
softly and stepped hastily in
side. No one was there, and
spying the cradle he tiptoed across the
room and lifted the baby out into his
arms. Such a dear, funny baby, show
ing his pink, toothless gums from ear
to ear as he smiled cherubically into
Moretti's dark face. |
But Moretti was taking no chances,
and he placed his big, dirty hand over
the wide open mouth. Babies were
funny things--the next moment he
might Le yelling for his mother. Then)
he climbed carefully out of the window,
jumped to the ground and was off. In a‘
few minutes his long legs had taken
kim far out of sight of the house and
entirely out of the nei?\'hbnrhnnd. How
ever, he kept on walking until he came
to an open space of ground railed in
by a short iron fence. Inside there
were plenty of tall trees behind which
a man could easily hide and escape de
tection. This seemed to he a good
place for carrying out his plans.
Placing the baby on the ground close
to the fence raiiing, he climbed over
into the space beyond and took up his
station behind one of the trees, so that
he could watch developments,
In thé meantime, Marie, the maid. who
had remained away from the nursery
for a longer period of time than she
had intended, at last hurried back with
a bottle of milk heated to exactly the
right temperature for the little heir.
She hastemed over to the cradle and
drew back the silken covers with a
smile. But there was no baby! She
pulled down the covers all the way,
sudden fright for the moment turning
her falnt and dizzy. Then she smiled
in relief and sudden comprehension,
laughing at her own foolishness., The
baby was with his mother! She might
have known that nothing could happer
to him. Then with a few deft touches
Marie quickly put the room in order,
forgetting for a moment about her re-‘
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cent fright, until, as she suddenly re
~membered, a worried look again came
over her face.
‘‘Madame Daubrais is generally so
garticular about little Remi,” she said
alf aloud. “It isn’t natural for her to
keep him with her so.long after the
time when he should have his nourish
ment. I'll take the bottle down to the
drawing room; perhaps she has forgot
ten all about it.”
““The bottle for the baby,” sald Marie.
apologetically. “l thought——" And
then the words dled on her lips as she
saw that Reml was not with his mother,
‘“The baby is In the nursery, Marie,”
fald Lucile quietly, dismissing her with
a glance. And then,i'xt the girl's evi
dent distress, she ® sald curiously:
‘“What made you think he was here?"’
‘“Oh, but he Isn't In the nursery,
madame; | thought he was with you.
He Is gone, gone!” And poor Marle
burst Into tears, the bottle slipping un
heeded from her fingers. :
““Gone?"’ said the mother, unbeliev
ingly. ‘‘Stop crying, vou foolish girl.
There must be some mistake’’ And
she flew out of the room, fdllowed by
Robert Daubrais and the sobbing maid.
““Of courSe there is some mistake,’”
sald Daubrais, with a great show nr‘
conviction. “Common sense wouid
show that it would be impossible for
the baby to simply disappear."
But there were no two ways about it;
the baby was certainly gone. Fran
tically the mother tore the covers from
the little cradle. Remi was gone, the
child she had set her heart on. her lit
tle son, with his strong pink limbs and
his adorable baby smile. O, she couldn't
belleve it! Over in the other crib, little
Arthur was lying asleep. Lucile, with
a faint hope, rushed over and drew the
covers down, but only the colorless face
of the sick child lying against the pil
lows met her eager eyes. Arthur was
dear to her, ves; but Remi had meant
so much more in another way. She had
never entirely trusted Robert Daubrais,
hard as she had tried, and little reason
as she had to feel as she did. And
Reml had meant a barrier of strength
between her and the outside interfer
ence of her brother-in-law in the man
agement of the big estate. |
“Call the servants up, Marie,” said
Mme. Daubrais. ““We must question
them. Surely they will know something.
It seems incredible that the child
chould disappear without a single clew
to his whereabouts.”
““My dear Lucile,” =aid Robert Dau
brals, remonstratingly. “Don’t let this
thing excite you so terribly, We'll find
the little fellow. Why, T myself will do,
everything possible to bring him back
to you.”” But for once Robert Dau
brais’ ingratiating sympathy fell on
deaf ears. Lucllle Daubrais was past
syvmpathy of any kind. She was so en
tirely absorbed in her grief and the
sorrow that had come upon her was so
sudden that she did not realize that
Daubrais had even spoken.
And then Marie came hack, followed
by the servants. Ilach and every one
said the same thing. No one had come
to the house, of that they were all pos~!
itive. Nor had any one been seen to |
leave. The bell had not ‘even rung
since M. Daubrais had entered some
time ago. Not even one of the trades
pedple had been there with a delivery—
there wasn't a single clew of any kind
to the mystery. Little Remi had come
’pletel,\' disappeared, and as if the earth
had opened and swallowed him up, there
did not seem a chance of his recovery.
There was silence In the room as every
one realized the gravity of the situa
tion. Mme. Daubrais, standing by the
empty cradle, suddenly stooped and
picked up a baby rattle, still warm
with the touch of baby fingers. The
tears welled to her eyes suddenly and
fell unheeded down her white cheeks,
dropping slowly on the useless toy.
Robert Daubrais, looking at her nar
rowly out of the corner of his eyes,
chuckled to himself and thought again
what a fool she was., Decidedly he was
master of the situation.
(To-morrow, What Happened to Reml)l
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By NELL BRINKLEY
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Is World’s Wonder
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Every tiny Infant makes life's per
spective wider and brighter. And what
ever there is to enhance its arrival and
to ease and comfort the expectant moth
er should be given attention. Among
the real helpful things is an external
abdominal application known as ‘‘Moth
er's Friend" There is scarcely a com
munity but what has its enthusiastie
admirer of this splendid embrocation,
It is go well thought of by women who
know that most drug stores throughout
the United States carry ‘‘Mother's
Friend"’ as one of their ataffle and re
liable remedies. It is applied to the
abdominal muscles to relieve the strain
on ligaments and tendons.
Those who have used it refer ta the
ease and comfort experienced during
the period of expectancy; they particu
larly refer to the absence of nausea,
often so preyalent as a result of the
natural expansion. In a little book are
described more fully the many reasons
why ‘““Mother’'s Friend” has been a
friend indeed to women with timely
hints, suggestions and helps for ready
reference. It should be in all homes,
“Mother’'s Friend” may he had of al
most any druggist, but if you fail to
find it write us direct and also write
for book to Bradfield Regulator Co., 403
Lamar Bldg., Atlanta, Ga.