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The Thrilling Storv of a Pretty Girl's Fight Against Tremen.
dous Odds for the Man She l.oved
Rased on Jucquin lait's Broadway
sucress of the mame name now rin
ning at the Maxine Flliott Theater
Copyright, 1914, by B W Deniwon and
Jacquin lait. Bole serial rights i
the United States owned by Interra
tiona! News Service
By WEBSTER DENISON.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“Not gone to lunch yet Miss
Meyer ™ wam his first solicitous word
“No,” she answerad simpls and
walked over with Miss Wigging'
latter and lald it on his desk
“Run along, then,* he told her,
“and”—-looking at his watch--"you
reedn't he back until 2 30
He picked up tha letter casually
nsnd hroke intn an {lluming smile
“Why, this is perfect!” he ex
claimed. He wheeled in his chair In
time to eatch Gertrude's haif gutlty
flush of pleasure
“AMies Wiggina helpad me with i
just a MNttle,” she admitted, “but T
think I'm learning pretty rapidly
now."”
She mada nno mova to leave and
Reott lonked up
Why don’t vou go to vour lunch
eon”?’ he asked. :
Her answer came in emharrassed
tone: “I—wasn't golng 1o lunch —to- l
day.” ]
“Not going to Junch? Why, ,wnxi
can't work all day without vufln[f"[
“I know,” she said timidly, “but 1|
forgot my money to-day. One of the |
bove was sick this morning. and]
mother and I had a time with him. In
the hurrw L came away without .«!
cent. 1 got to the elevated hefore 1|
thought of !t, #‘2 dldn't even go hack |
for car fare t'® what made me 2
few minutes late this morning Mrl
Scott. I'm sorry.”
She Protests.
The millionalire stood up aimnk
out a roll of bills He had peeled off
one, and was holding it out tb her
when he stopped and sald qufite un
concernedly:
“Why not go to lunch with me?”
He spoke in such a matter of fact
way that she might never have real
ized the incongruity 6f a millonalire
employer asking his $lO-a-week Me-‘
nographer to dine with him. But the |
image of a pretty face, set tense in
{ts serfous Aappeal, thrust itself be
tween her and the importer.
“Look out, girlie; look out!" the
image seemed to say The room
swam hefore the young secretary’s
eves. But she realized that Scott was
waiting for an answer and murmured
faintly:
“Oh, T don't think I'd better -do
that. 1 can-—-manage-——somehow.”
“Nonsense! You have to eat. Why
not with me? I'm ready now.”
“I'd rather—not That .la,' BBhe
countered. timorously, ‘1 don’t bhe
lieve —1 ought-—teo.”
“What, in broad daylight! In a
public restaurant? Why, cartainly vou
should go, if you want to, and 1T want
to take vou. (‘ome.”
“Oh, no--please” she pleaded. “T've
never eaten in big restaurants--I
wauldn't know how to act.”
“\We'll go to a nice quiaet one, then™
he persisted. He moved toward hc-r.l
and involuntarily she retreated i
“Come. little secretary,” he urged,
“are vou afraid of me? Surely vou
have no reason to he Now that 1
think of it.”" he added, lightly, “a lit
tle juncheon will he the very thing
1 want yvou to tell me more of vour
mother and vour little brothers, and
we'll have a chance to talk of personal
things—®so many things that one can't
discussg in an office where there's
nothing but husiness and so many In
terruptions.’™
The littie secretary, trapped and
carnered, became suddenly Inspired
£he found an egress from the cul de
&at
“Oh" ghe exclaimed ‘“vou've for
ROtten You have a luncheon engage
nent alreadyv. Don’t yvou remember?
You made one over the phone this
morning.”’
“Not important,” said Scott, unruf
filed. “l didn’t intend to keep it, any
way Maore business. 1 don't like to
talk business with my meals. 1 want
vou to see this little place I have in
Mothers Tell of
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Mother’s Friend
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A l\\ o [k ' A
FFeperience Q r she he our hest
struggle for the life f thers, should
have & better Idea of helpful influence
than those wt theor v b VA
‘.
At any rate when apr pective grand
" rges her daught b
€ic S NMother's ko r ¢
¢ a 1 e ents, t relieve ¢ '
gion of nerve tendons iy
£0 Or
ALt £ ’ ature of things
Ea t § 8 throug €
i v" 8 %-" .
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e s rriend 4 is wort whntie
Another Stirring Chapter of the Motion Picture Serial, “TE@ZQW
mind. It's Kahn's. There’'s a French
! feok there who can tiurn an Oyster
!H;h. a confection, Now, we'll just go
Laund have a quiet lttle luncheon and a
"'-.m to-heart talk. You'll tell me all
about yvourself, and I'll give vou some
;wmul sound advice Then we'll un
{ derstand each other We'll be good
lfr‘:-n'l\ and I'll be able to help
i ven
! Hhe looked at him In mute appeal
| Bhe wae ke a fledgling whose last
hour of trusting dependency had
come. She saw, or felt somehow that
behind the hig man's suave cajolery
there was a iatent insistence-—a de
mand; a sort of “do as | ask, or take
the consequences’ Stiould she make
the plunge, trusting in her own un
tried strength and fortitude, or should
ghe hrave his displeasure and jeop
ardize her new - found fortune?
He seemed to read her mind, this
man who knew the game for, while
his volce was as soft and persuasive
as hefore, his words were more men
acing
“Come, (e secreiary,” e said, ad
vancing quite close to her, “come;
voure not going to refuse me the first
little thing | ever asked of you-—are
you-after | had made up my mind to
asuint yvou in every way and tried so
hard to be kind to you?"
“1 don't want to digplease vou, Mr
Scott,” she e=ald, submissively, “but I
can't think &
“Now, now,” he Interrupted, ‘‘vou
don’'t have to think. Just jump up
and get on vour things You'll feel all
right after we're out of here. Oh, by
the way'” he added as she walked
slowly toward the hat rack, I want
to talk to (‘rane a minute. You just
run along to the let me sea-——to
Bohiman's drug store on the corner.
I'll meet you there in just a moment.”
With halting steps she started to
ward the door to the halj :
*“No, not that way,' Scott instruct
ed. “U'se my private entrance.’” |
As she passed out the importer
skipped lightly to a little alcove
dressing roorg. He hrushed down his
iron gray hair and perked up the nndsi
af his Jaunty mustache He buttoned
his gray frock coat and from # zlus‘
an the stand took out a white vflrna-l
tion and fastened it In the lapel. The
mirror hefore him reflected a hand
some, well-dressed man, with a silly
and satisfied smirk. He seemed to
have forgotten his mission tp (‘rane,
for, like the gray wolf on the trail, he
hurried now in the wake of his new
secretary
Her First Luncheon. ;
N Kahn's they turn oyvsters into
I confections. In Kahn's they!
make cocktalls sweet unless vou
want them dry. In Kahn's they play
soft Venetian rarenades and salacious
waltzes. In Kahn's they have hooths,
Peopla come and go in Kahn's and
eat luncheons Nao one eats lunch
~ “Don’t vou like if, now that yvou are
here?” cooed Mr. Jerrold Scott,
“Yes, 1T lke {t-—-the place-—-but It
seems so strange. 1f 1 only thought—
it was—right-—--" |
“Now, let me he tha judge of that,
my dear. Do yvou think T would hr!nx‘
you here if it wasn't right? Why, the
very best people in New York eat a!‘
Kahn's. It's a little treat for you—
and for me, too,” he added. with a‘
smile. “I'm so tired of eating at the
club where evervone who sees me
wants to sell me comething And,
hesides, I wanted vou to see xhls!
place. It's a sort of -educatfon for
you, No harm. None at ail" |
He rambled on to cover her confu
sion until a sphinxlike figure st.mdi
beside them awalting the pleasure of
Mr. Scott—and guest. A guest in blue
serge and vellow top boots, a new
guest: a fresh guest, a voung guest.
“How will yvon have her?” thought
the sphinx; “Brolled or fried, or——"|
But {f sphinxes can't talk they should
not think,
Scott twirled the end of hig debo
nair mustache and adjusted his eye
glass to inspect the hooklike menu
He handed another to Gertrude. Its
amplitude disconcerted her She
turned to one of the half dozen pages
and confronted line after line of In
explicabla concocttons that she had
nevar dreamed of. She couldn't have
told whether they were things to eat
or advertisements of a modiste’s sar
torial equipment. Here and there was
a word that seemed to suggest food.
but it was complemented before and
after with intimidating phrases she
con!d netther understand nor pro
nounce Consomme a la Borigaule
\WWho ever heard of that?” And the
meats. thev were ail braised: a la
mode or a la Kahn
The white-aproned figure at her
sida Insisted on thinking 1t took
cognizance of her dilemma and made
mental suggestion “Have ham and
eggs,” 1t counseled. “You'll ind them
on page five.” But the thin lips
emitted no sound. tha immobila fea
tures remained immobile, until Scott
bhroke the silence. For the benefit of
' the sphinx he was grandiose and def
erent. The girl across from him
might have been a duchess in dis
guise
| “Now. let's see, Miss Maver, sup
‘pnm- we start with a lttle cocktail”
. She looked up in evident alarm
. “I'd rather not. Mr. Scott,” she said
timorously ‘! never drink.”
. The sllant gervitor communed again
within himself
P ‘Oh, but you will; {f you come to
Kahn's with him you will. They all
\\u\ they don't drink at first But
| thev will come around to it. Might
| 4w well have a bit now; take a clover
| Jen S it's Mo
| But Gertrude, oblivious to the
| cvnical suggestion, continued to gaze
| across at Scott
; I wouldn't urge for the world,” he
| acquiesced “Rut vou won't mind if !
| taka something ?”
| No. she wouldn’t mind “Tsm't it
g‘-‘vw' af har not to object.” thought
i"m image in black and white “So
| tOnßlderate and sha looks as if she
; 4 bend him around her little
| Anger
i lut now the Image ceases his cogi
titions and bhecomes the alert and
1 i\ servant, for Scott addresses
| [.et me ave A drvy martin
! {lng sir”
1 Vet one
“Malters are so hosridly stupidi”
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hear her say she aidn't drink?” And
aloud:
“And you may bring us some of the
caviar canape and a little relish-—
olivem and celary: then some blue
points. That will do for the present. |
Needs ) No
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Pure by Nature
Uncoerced by Legislation
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Freak Styles tn Veuls
Fashionable and Suggestive of the O rient.
T'll give vbu the rest later.”
The string orchestra struck up the
' serenade from “The Jewels.” The
sphinxlike waiter returned with the
cocktail, and the millionaire smacked
his lps
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per pound. Wise housewives don’t just ask for
rice now-a-days—they insist upon
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HOTEL ASTOR RICE
CLEANED, UNCOATED, WHITE, FULL, HEAD
The same high quality as Hotel Astor Coffee and Tea. A rice
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Ask Your Grocer
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Just send us ten cents for a tull pound carton post paid. Be
sure and give us the name ot vour grocer
B. FISCHER & CO. : : 190 Franklin Street, New York
Advice to the
| .ovelom
I
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. |
WAIT. i
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Do vou think it 18 possihle for a i
girl of 15 to know what "true |
love” i 8?” Or do you think her
love will last?
I am a boy 19 vears old, and
have heen keeping company with |
a girl of 15 for the past eighteen |
months She seems to love me |
with all her heart, and she says |
she loves me better every day P
am desperately in love with her, |
but I am afraid that her love |
won't last until she i< old enough |
to become my wife. Please ad- |
vise me whether I should t#y to |
forget her or keep on loving her. |
Hartwell, Ga. UNDECIDED. |
You can't stop true love to order. |
If yvou are contemplating blowing out |
vour love like a candle, it does not |
amount to much. It is ridiculous for |
vou to think of marriage yet, but why |
can’'t yvou be friends and ('rymy';miur..::
for the next three vears? Snmfllim"s;
childhaond sweethearting grows into o |
very beautiful love ‘
LOVE CAN'T BE FORCED, ;
Dear Miss Fairfax: !
I am in love with a girl 18 vears
of age, Her parents like me very t
much, while her brother is a very |
good friend of mine. Now, | took |
this girl out to a ball. and while 5
we were there she acted very fun- i
nyv and showed a dislike to me. [
love her very much, and I would t
do almost anything to win her. I
am 20 and have a good position.
She seems to think her parents
are forcing her to love me. What
shall T do? Jal. T. l
Perhaps her parents and bhrother
sing vour pralses too much. Ask them
not to seem to urge her to be inter
ested in you. Then stav away from
her for a week or so. This change
of tactics may rouse her intares.{
where too great eagerness would only
make her try to run away. ¥ncere
love generally wing a eirl in the end
if she is worth winning. ]
Daysey Mayme
and Her Folks
T is =aid of Mrs. lL.ysander John
Appleton that she never puts the
potatoes on to cook until she has
seen her husband turn the corner to
ward home
“"He might not come.”’ she explained,
“and the potatoes would be wasted. He
might have run off with some other
woman."" .
“If, when | was a girl.'”” she often
tells her daughter, ‘1 knew the men as
well as 1 know them now, I'd never
have had enough faith in one of them
to have bought my wedding clothes.”
Mrs. Appleton does not Kknow that
Lysander John mishehaves, but it is the
fashion to suspect, and as a suspect
ing, suffering and outraged wife, she
has written to her favorite women's
magazine for advice
“What," she wrote. with a heart throb
in every line, ‘‘shall T do? Shall 1 tell
him ! suspect, accuse him of being a
Perfidious Wretch, or shall I Suffer in
Silence?" ;
It was while waiting for her favorite
women’'s magazine to outline a satisfac
tory course of conduct that she called
her friends together in secret session--
which means that they could tell aft
erward what was done. hut must tell it
in whispers, that being the approved
wav for keeping a secret.
Every woman next day ordered a
gold pin with the letters *“S' and “"H"
intertwined. ‘“For Shakespeare and
Hawthorne,”” they explined; it is a
new literary club No, our organiza
tion has no other purpose. '’
But to her husband Mrs. Lysander
John explained the real meaning of the
letters. *They stand,”’ she said. ‘‘for
Sherlock Holmes, and every member of
the club is pledged to gumshoe her hus
band."’
“Rut whyv."” asked Lysander John. ‘do
you watch and suspec!t. me? What have
T done?'"’
To which Mrs. Appleton made good
and convineing reply. She answered
that while he had done nothing wrong
that she knew of, nevertheless she had
a good reason for doubiing him. It was
this
“My mother,” she explained, "alwayvs
doubted my father.'
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Copyright, 1914, by International News
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Vitali Passes Away.
EMI and Vitali, in spite of their
R had fortune, had managed to
make their way to Paris, where
Vitali had planned to leave Remi witn |
an old friend of his until business
picked up agaln. He hated to part
vith the hoy, but there was absolute-
Iv no use {n keeping him, for starva
tion stared them both in the face, an,
while Vitali was an old man and
looked upon death philosophically,
Remi was a child and must be taken
care of
When the two finally reached the
lndging house in Paris where Garo
foli, Vitali's friend, was staying, there
was no one at home bhut a small boy
who gave his name as Matteo. [He
said that Garogoll would be in 00N
and that hey might stay and wait for
him if they liked. But when Vitali
said that he was in a hurry and wou!d
leave a note, Matteo turned away with
a shrug of the shoulders that ill be
fitted a child so young as he.
“T think you'd better stay and see
him,” he said. looking at Remi cur!-
ously, but Vitall had already found a
paper and pencil and was scrawling
a hasty note to Garofoli, asking him
to take Rem! for the remainder of the
winter, and adding tnhat he playved the
harp remarkably well for so young a
child.
After Vitall had taken leave f
Remi, Matteo turned to him with ai
smile on his. dark little face. |
“I'll tell you now why I think he’ll
be sorry he left vou,” he vouchsafed. |
“(zaxofoli heats the boys here all Lie
time when they don't bring home=
enough money for him. Are yod
afraid. have vou ever had a beating?"
Remi shook his head, and )I:cvvo:»l
was about to explain further when the
door was pushed open and Gamfm{i!
came in, followed almost immediate- |
ly by a crowd of boys. He read Vi- |
tali's note, and then put it down and |
turned to the last boy who had en- |
tered.
“Did vou get any more than ¥vou
did last night?” he thundered, stand
ing over the cowering child, = nn}
cringed as though expecting a r.Eu\\"
any minute. |
A Cruel Master . ‘
“No,” he faltered: ‘“but I'm sure I}
will to-morrow night. Please 4!nn‘!|
beat me, and I'll promise to do any
thing. Please!™ But Garofoli had ;.;_l
ready brought the rawhide swited|
down across the boyv's back with d‘;‘l
his force, and Remi turned faint aad |
sick at the boy's screams and the
blood that sprang out on the thin
white shirt he was wearing. At that
moment the door opened again and
Remi{ with a sob of relief saw the|
long white heard and tattered clothes |
of Vitali shining like a beacon llzht(
from the doorway.
“Don't lezve me here,” screamed the |
child, runninz over to the old man and |
clutehing him around the walst. “This |
{s an awful place! Look!” And he
pointed to the whip in Garofoli's hall,
while Vitali took in the sight of th:
child cowering against the wall, his
shirt a mas< of blood stains.
“Something told me to come back”™
he said. “What do yvou mean by heat
ing a child like this, Garofoli?”
“Idle little devil,” said Garofoli
lightly. *“I have been promising him
a beating for a week now if he didn't
stop his idle, foolish ways and settle
down to work. Leave the boy with
me, Vitali. I gromise yvou that he will
not be mistreated.”
But Vitali without another word
turned and left the place, taking the
frightened hoy with him
“Never mind,” he said gently when
Remi asked him timidly what they
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were going to do. "We'll manage to
get along somehow. And even if we
don't, I'll feel better than I would if I
had left yvou to the mercies of a man
like that. How he has changed since
iwe were hoys together. Ah, many the
good time we used to have then.”
And Vitali forgot his troubles for &
while in happy recollection of the
past
They trudged along until at last the
lllghrs of Paris were left far behind.
The houses hegan to appear scattered
\ffllnn,’: the road, and thers were fewer
'of them linally outside of a tall
| brick wall, which shut in an inner
court of some kind, around which
*sr-\'vru] housea and stables were bulilt,
| Vitali found that he could go no fur
lfllrr, and the only thing left to do
'was to prepare to spend the night in
the streets
l Remi lav down ag close to the fence
las he could get, and Vitall covered
him up warmly with his own outer
coat. Then he lay down by the child
and closed his eyes. In the night
sometimes he awoke with an awful
start He ralsed his head quickly,
but Remi was still sound asleep. A
cold air was blowing with a hint of
rain In its damp breath. Vitall felt
a sudden need for more air, although
the wipdd was blowing on him with all
ite force. He rose unsteadily to his
feet, grasping the lock of the gate for
support, and for a moment stood
there gasping for breath and yet
shivering in every limb as the wind
tore against his thin clothing. Then
there came a sudden blackness be
fore. his eyves, a sudden inability to
stand any longer. and with a little
sigh he crumpled up in a heap with
'his head against Remi's warm little
' shoulder.
}He Is Dead.
| The next morning Farmer Arcueli
‘drove his horse and wagon out of one
of the little stables behind the tall
fence. The rain was coming down in
torrents, and as the stable boy ran
ahead of him to swing open the gate,
something that had been resting up
‘against it fell in from the other side.
The farmer threw his reins over
the dashboard and clambered down
hastily at the exclamation from the
boy, and together they bent over the
body of the old man. He was dead,
stone dead, and they lifted him ten
derly and put him in the market
wagon, covering his peaceful old face
with an old ollskin. Rem! was still
sound asleep, nor did he wake when
the farmer lifted him and -carried
him into the house. The rain had not
spaked thArough the heavy outer gar
ment with which the old man had
carefully covered him, so there was
small danger of his being any the
worse for his night in the rain. The
farmer put him right to bed a.fld
with a sigh of contentment he turneéd
over as if he had not even been dls
turbed, while out in the wet market
cart poor old Vitali slumbered peace
fully in that long sleep from which
there is no awakening. A
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