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iThe Thrilling Story of a Pretty Girl's Fight Against Tremen
| dous Odds for the Man She l.oved.
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Based on Jacquin Lait's Broadwav
giicvvess of the same NAMe nNow TUN
ning at the Maxine Klliott Theater
Capvyright. 1914, by B W. Denison and
Jacaquin Lafit Sole serial rights in
the ITpnited States owned by Interna
tinnal News Service
By WEBSTER DENISON.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Rt have the had to sit in an
ofice v here evervons can come U
and feei their way through (helr
nride and modesty and make inanit
ing proposals that they had to listen
to nr leave and drive a sacri
ficing mother back to the wash tub?
Mr Stuart,” sha cried, apiritedly.
did vour mother ever work at a
wash tub?”
No, nf course not g but |
can't help that”
“Mr. Stuart, did vou ever HAVE a
mother RBlue aves now were a glit
tering gray She couldn't see, but
FILT the flaming carmine of hetr
cheeks, The man of the world lost
just a little of his urbhanity.
“See here,” he answered, tartiy,
“don't (rogs-examine me! Most girls
are glad and gm}e'ul if A man pavs
them a littie attention a man
who isn't a fright to look at: who
has a little money to gratify some of
their fancies; who has some poOSsi
tion and SOME class.”
In that event' she rcountered
quietly, “T have much to be thankful
for every dayv.”
(r. | see, There have heen others
lere 1101 so--s 0 conservative as vou
wonuld wish.”
"We won't talk about that, if vou
please.”
Stuart’s vanity had heen somewhal
jostled, otherwise he would have ter
minated the convergiation al this
point Rut this calm Indifference
coming from a giri of the tenements
wns an affront Fgoism was not
dominant among the lawver's faults,
«nd in this case, perhapse, It was ex
usable. But his customary suavity
and hie concomitant tact forsook him.
Weil” he said, “I'll mention no/
names, but vou're not the first sfe
jozrapher tnat ever worked in this
preity little room. And [ think I can
truthfully say thev have not all heen‘
s 0 particular or so cautious.” ‘
. |
A Trite Retort. 1
“No, | suppose not. But why do
vou talk te me about these things?
You're Mr. Scott's lawyer, not mine.”
‘The ingenuousnress of this rem_\"
«ruck home. Whether she was
cognizant of it or not, Gertrude's |
words had touched a sensitive spot, |
Zesiousness for guarding clients’ se
erets ¢ an unwritten law with attor
ness,
“O)h, you're worrying about 2
Sco't. aren’'t vou?” Stuart blurted.
“I'm his lawyer all right, but he
seems to have a more eloguent de
fender in yvou.” He made a sweeping
abeisanee to her. “Have you any rea
aon 1) protect Mr. Scott's equities so
stoutly? Has he acquired any rights
in vou—yet?”
Thig thrust was vitriollc and
hrought the flush to Gertrude’'s cheeks
again, Scott’'s return checked her
reply
“Well, Stuart,” he laughed, “I have
been infringing on your profession
again I guess 1 have settled the
case out of court—the matter I fust
spoke to you about concerning Sinip
son '
Yes? (3lad to hear it: but there
are one or two little detalls to he
considered in the affair we were dis
cussing before you went out.”
The lawver Inoked at his client and
then at the private secretary in a
wayv that he again desired privacy.
Qoo langhed good naturedly
“\Mr Stuart and 1 are’ verftable
conspirators.” he said. “1 guess you'll
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Another advantage—Faust Maca
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The Men Who Have the Most Theories About Women Knoze the Fewest Women
Llave to excuse us again, Miss Meyer,
} till we mettle this little matier
| “What are the detalls, Stuart?" he
ashed, when the girl had gone out,
| Well, primarily it is a little mats
ter of $5,000, 1 want to take the
money back with me Anntie |8 |
walting in my office now with :m}
itching palm. And, if 1 might sug
gest it, the casir will be hefter than a l
["l"k %% " Jrom your cstand- |
point.”’ |
| Scott touched a button and sum
moned his factotum, |
| “C'rane, have we $5.000 in cur- |
repcy 7l
L ML oERInk sa, mir.
| “Bring it to me,”’
! “Hetter have your stenographer
» rite a receipt.” said the lawyver,
| “Not my stenographer, Stuart, I
don't nant that voung woman to know
|un\li'inx about my personal affairs,
L von know.”
i “Rut,” laughed the lawyer, “your
stenographers usual!y are vour per- |
| wonal affairs. It's harmless, uny- |
!\\.u, she won't know what it is all|
about.” '
' Stuart moved to the door, |
“Miss " he called, and Gertrude
reappeared. And with her c¢ame
i"run-x who with his wonted energy |
had secured from the safe such cur
‘rc-m‘,\ as his chief needed. Scott took l
the bills and ran through them. As |
he finished he glanced up and saw lis |
private secretary. He waved a huml{
of dissent, i
“He didn't mean vou, Miss Mever.
He meant that gnod-looking smart
Alec. Crane, ask Miss Wiggins ml
come in
“Yes, sir.
The clerk returned with Miss Wig
gins after Gertrude had withdrawn. |
He hovered about the door until Scott, |
glowering at him, said.
“Well, what is It, Crane? Isn't th-’n‘
Al {
I ‘Yes, £-i-r. But what will 1 charge |
this to? !
His Personal Account, |
* “To my personal affairs—l mean |
my personal account!” |
Stuart laughed outright, and lhei
"'gnud-lnnking smart Alec” joined him |
Scott rose and spoke with some aus
terity. The levity of the other two
didn’t seem to strike him.
“Miss Wiggins, will you please write |
a few words for Mr. Stuart, on the
machine "’ |
The girl moved quickly to Ger
trude’s desk and, with a businessiike
promptitude, adjusted the paper. Stu
art moved over beside her.
“The date, please,’ she said.
The keys troited off this injunction
almost as soon as he had finished it ‘
lHn continued: “Received of Jerrold
' B. Scott for use of ¥atelle Wilsan, »
' minor, the sum of $5,000, payment inl
| full and lieu of any and all claims
;fur damages to dote, and in settiement
jof any or all such claims, or claims
|of auy and all nature o date.”
“Dotted lines for signature, please.’”
The impromptu secretary drew (\llll
the sheet and handed it to .\'llnn'l4|
And qulte unostentatiousiy she left a
carbon copy on the desk.
“Thank you,” said the lawyer ‘
“You're welcome,”’ she answerel.
At the door she turned, and, glancing
from Scott to Stuart, “It's a pleasure
to write a letter {n his private oflive.
I enjoyed it very much, I assure vou.
She left a rippling laugh in the walke |
of her exit. > |
. 11 that girl!" exclaimed Sco.i.
as the door closed. He got up and |
approached Stuart with the money in
his hand. |
“Here you are, guess this «‘om»|
pletes the deal.”
“Yes" the lawyer laughed, “I ).;lwss!
it does. He stepped to the door and
recalled his secretary. He “h'\"l]‘
arms with the lawyer and accompa
nied him out to the elevator.
Gertrude seated herself at her desk
and —saw the carbon copy that .\Hss‘
Wiggins had intentionally left be
hind., She heard footsteps in the Imll‘
and slipped the paper into a drawer.
B \
‘ Bridging the Gulf. |
NSTHAD of the ogre there came
I the prince
| “Hello, Gertrude” said Jack *“I
saw the governor and Stuart going
down the hall just now, so I thought
{1 would peek in for a moment. I
have something awfully important to
ltvl: vou,” ne laughed, “confidential,
100."”
‘ .“What is 1t she asked, smiling up
tat him
l “1 like vou more and more every
minute.”
l VALY Hpottl'! .
She glanced quickly toward the
,(lunl‘
1" o[ don't care” he said, coming
!l('.’zh"., “someone will have to know,
pretty soon, anyhow. I'm ready to
explode any minute Ever since we
had that dandy ride 1 haven't thought
5“" anvthing else. 1t seems ns Af At
| Bets harder and harder for me to
{ have a word with you here. Please
| let me take you out for another little
! drive I'm sure 1 haven’'t done any
{ thirg to offend you, and yvet you secem
i to get farther and farther away from
e Please don't misnnderstand me.
1 hnow vou have every reason to do
4 our relations here--they're very
likely to influence you, but honestly,
| Gertrude, 1 do so want lo be with
jyon some I am not a fiirt, and 1
gon't believe ou think 1 am Do
fyou?>
| No. I don't, Mr. Beotl.”
1 “Fhen why won't yvou let me see
! you?’
! The tender importunities of this
i boy wrote themselves into her brain
i and heart. They gave being to an e«
| stasv such as she had never known:
thev prompied ineffable dreams; a
sublime vision. She longed to reach
«ut and clasp the tangible source of
this vision He was knocking at the
door of the sanctuary with a clear,
firm appea! for admittance. No in
sidious approach, no disguise of psey
do solicitude
Yet she dared not c¢laim her own
There was the gaping chasm of caste
and the realities of this chasm had
Lies revealed to her in all their nak
ednees by Scott and his esteemed ie
aide
ile doesn't want a stenographe!
Itntß Py mate That was the
of the sapient Miss Wiggins
S 0 far LIS YOounugß woman €
vhecies had been fulfilied
W\ here lav the difference between
tather and the stepson’
‘ To By Continued Te-morrow.
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By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
A handed a book to Pa mm‘
M nlte & sed Deerest, read lln>l
tender love passage. [ bet it
will maik vou think of the days \wnl
VOUu WAas courting me
Wait till 1 finish reeding about lhi."{
iamv the Crackers won from a
Northern team, sed Pa. |
No, sed Ma, vou must put aside
that sporting page & read this chap
{er now. Read it put loud, so Bob-|
bie can hear it Then maybe he
will know how to propose wen he
‘grn\\el nH
" Pa took the book. The naim of the
book was The Heart of Desiree. That
is & joke title, sed Pa. Maybe it is,
«ed Ma, but vou must read that pas
sage, eaven if the titie doesnt happen
{6 be The Life of Robert Fitzsimons.
So this is what Pa read
“You hesr?” she cried
“yes' he laffed. He hit his riding
toot with his whip.
“&p coon " she sobbed
“Yes,” he smiled His voice was
yery tender now.
l “Thay told me you were ded.” she
cried wildly
' “1t was faise,” he smiled tamely
“Then it was really false?’ she
| langhed joyously
“Yes,' he cried hoarse-ly
How much moar of this have | got
te read, sed Pa.
Doant yvou think it is pretty 7 sed
i.\!:\ 1 alwavs lked to read dia-log
like that, heekaus it sounds so mu !
".r- me like the litte! talks that we
uged to have wen we was engaged.
| We mite have talked a lot, sed Pa,
| Lut we wasent all the time laffing &
{crving. These peepul in this novel
|r;r(» laffing & orying in every line thev
lcav. ‘‘Yes,' he laffed. O, she cried.
I'!"%_\ ain't any class to that kind of a
{ talk between levers, sed Pa. The
only time any of my old flames used
| to cry was wen 1 was calling on them
& looked at the clock & sed 1 guess it
:is time to go hoam Sum of these
{ days I am going to rite & novel of my
| own. sed Pa. & it won't be all full of
| sobbing & moaning, eether. This is
{ the w ay 1 am going to matk my cheer
lfn' dlalogue, sed Pa:
“You are braking my hart!” she
laffed gayliy
¥ . s
| ! mean 1o brake it he smiled
{ bovishly
! “You would not murder me?’ she
| asked with a girlish lafr
| “On the contrary,” he sed with his
| vare, brite smile, "you are never going
| io leeve this room alive.”
| Thare fsent any sense to that kind
! 14 Of. sed Ma
! Thare {8 a 8 much sense to it as to
i eny of the dialog that 1 have seen in
any of the modern novels laitly, sed
Pa Any man that can set down &
read Vanity Falr & thgn read a so
ciety pove! of to-day is loose {n the
head Pa sed,
1.1, the quaint. Old-World. sloping-shouldered fashions of the early
A spring pointed inevitably to the triumphant return of the vogue
of the cape. And now we have il with us in all its glory and
in mwany variations. It appears with waisicoat, with surplice fronts,
with high, upstanding collar, with jacket armholes. cut away like a
man's swallow-tail, or, as in the picture we show on the left, as a very
charming ‘“cape vralment’—or true cape.
White velvet cloth is used to fashion this pretty garmeni. Cut
on simple lines, hanging straight from the shoulders. it is topped by
a 4 wide collar of black taffeta. At the back this collar lengthens into
a graceful hood. Black jet cords and tassels set unde: the collar are
the sole means of fastening of this garment. For further ornament it
has its lower corners embroidered in fans of black and emerald floss.
You often hear dresses described as “confections,” ‘“dreams,”’ and
even “poems.” This charming little dancing froek in the center, of
silver and white spangled tulle, is so daintily beautiful as to merit any
and all of these titles.
The bodice is a girlish Dlouse, with a wee sleeve of maline lace
falling gracefully over a white arm. A band of silver and crystal beads
frosts the front of the blouse, which is held softly at the waist by a
garland of dainty pastel roses. 5
The skirt has a foundation of white charmeuse, cut plain and
round, as an effective backeground for the graceful beaded tunci. A
satin ribbon of Bordeaux red knots on the left side below a puff pan
niew of the frosted net Below this are three flounces pointing low in a
design symmetrical with the down-curve of the puif and bow. These
. flounces are of equal width and are deeply spangled at the edge in the
- gleaming silver and crystal
The model we show vou on the right adds the element of great
practicalness to its real beauty and good style.
It is a splendid costume for the woman who goes away over weel
ends. it is a smart afternoon tea or shopping frock, and it may be used
} on evening occasions with the assurance that black taffeta is always
suitable and smart. '
The coat is a little cutawav kimono. opened over a waistcoat of
organdie, linen, pique, silk or even chamois cloth. as best suils the
wearer This waistcoat crosses in front in two deep points and is
finished by a high-standing Incroyable collar. The coat has a standing
ruffie collar of the mode of Marie de Medicis. The cuffs are made by
I buttoning the sleeves in snugly at the wrist under jei buttons, like
| those used to ornament the skirt. A girdle of the taffeta starts at the
| left and flares out at the back in a great butierfly bow.
] The skirt loops up into a bustle back., and is trimmed straight
' down the front with the buttons of jet. A slit at the foot gives ease
. in walking or dancing.
A blouse of black tulle over white chiffon. girdled high in taffeta,
will make of this a threepiece costume- or blouses of Georgette crepe
t or of fine batiste will be found smart for wear with the taffeta.
\ilady of the picture carries one of the new-old, wee, adjustable
' haundled sunshades, and finishes her elegance with a moire bag and a
| high turban, swathed and trimmed in a mass of black Paradise.
I —OLIVETTE.
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' Two newsbovs sat in a theater gallery
‘whlle “Hamlet”' was being plaved. It
was the first time they had seen a play
llnu! they were quivering with excite-|
| ment In the last scene, after Hamlet
had killed Laertes and the King, the
Queen had died of poison, and the
‘“Moody Dane of a poisoned wound,
‘lhv vounger of the lads could contain
himself no longer. Turning to his chuni |
'o( the streets, in raplurous tones, he
| said: |
| TuGosh, 8111. what a time {or selling
!(*‘.'lxw'
] - .
, Mistress -Of course. | don't wish 1o
' put any obstacles in the way ol your
| gotting married, but 1 wish it were pos
sible to postpone it until 1 get another
maid,
Mary Ann -Well, mum, 1 'ardly think
1 know im well enough to arsk ‘lm to
put it off. '
‘John, John,” exclaimed little Mrs.
Jones, as she rushed into her husband s
library in a state of great agitation and
excitement, “what do you think the
cook has done?”’
“Can't imagine,”’ came back the re
piv. “Forgotten to break something—
eh?"’
Mrs, Jones wrung her hands.
“Oh. John. & be serious!” she begged.
“ook actually poured petrol on the
Kitchen fire to make it burn up!”
“petrol? Petrol? And didn't It ex
plode’
“Yes--1 should think it did. [t neariy
blew the silly woman through the win
dow '’
“Oh, well.” mused tue husband, *it
wouldn't reaily have mattered if it had
blown her quite through, would 1t?
This is her afternoon out anyway, I be.
Heve.”
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CHAPTER Il
Hartiey is Arrested.
] ARTLEY wandered around aim
|H lessly for what seemed like a
Jong time He dreaded going
l%nmr and hreaking the news to h!s|
wife It was so hard just as things
liad been going on sn well and tho.\"
liad prospered and were happy. (
And at home Mrs. Hartley wns‘
rocking the haby to sleep. absnlutfl_vl
unconscious that an_\r'hing out of the |
ordinary had happened to her hus
hand. She wasn't the kind of \\'l'vmani
who worried about things, Life hndi
never presented a barrier of any kind
for her to overcome, and therefore she
was entirely unprepared for the blow
I!hm her husband brought. She look- |
ed up with alarm as he came ot
was =0 unusual for him to come home
carly And then his step was slow
and dragging and not at ail like the
alert. quick step that she had learned
!tn look for every evening.
! “Felix. vou're ill,”" she said, spring
ling up and running over to his side.
l"\\'h.nt is it? When were vou taken?”
| “It's nothing at all. Margaret, At
‘lpnsi_ it's not that kind of a hurt
[ that's bothering me! And then his
larms went around her as though to
I hetter protect her from the blow that
|was impending. :
“I've lost my position.” She drew
jaway from him.
| l.gst your position? Why, how?
| Something must have happened. Tell
me abhout It."
The Story.
And then he quietly told her the
[ W hole story, and the fact that he was
if-m!rnly innocent. Her face gradually
|cleared.
; “YWell, there's really nothing to
{ worry abhout. They're sure to find the
Eguflt,\' man directly, and then you'll
{ be.taken right back.” And then there
| was a sudden noise outside. An un
| usual bustle in the little hail leading
tm their apartment. Hartley grew
| suddenly pale, The sound was unmis
| takable, and then he had been ex
|pmflng it ever since he had left the
loffice. It was the inevitable outcome
'of the suspicion that surrounded him.
The footsteps stopped at the door,
and there was a knock.
| Margaret's smite had dted on her
lips, and she looked piteously at her
husband, He smiled at her, bravely.
| “It had to come, dear, and, after all,
| that fact doesn’'t make me any the
| more guilty.”
| And then the knock was repeated.
and Mrs. Hartley went bhravelv 4 (1.
door and threw it wide., Three |
stood without who bowed (o jpr |
coolly, and then, without waiting for
permission, pushed past her and v
up to her hushand,
“You are arrested, Mr, Hartle
You'd better come quletly.” And then
Mrs. Hartley's composure forsosk
her
“Don’t take him away!"” she rriag
wildly. “He i=g innocent! Oh, Feliy
don’'t leave me! What 18 to hecoms
of us?
“Don’'t take it 8o hard, Mrs Har:.
ley,” said one of the men, sonthingl
“It's only a matter of form, vou know,
and if vour husband’'s innocent, ha
won't have any trouble proving it"
His expression belied . his worgs
however, and Mrs. Hartley continue!
to sob wildly, clinging around her
husband’s neck and making it impos.
sible for the men to take him awa:
Roughly Parted,
Finally» one of the men, the same
wio tried to comfort her, tore her
arms away, roughly. They could 1o
he detained with any more of thes
hysterics. Why did women always
have to make such fools of them
selves at the time of a crisls, any
way?
“Come on. boys,” he sald, as thev
left, pushing Hartley out ahead of
them. And behind them Mrs. Hariler
crump'ed up in a little heap on th
floor, hardly consclous that she hal
fallen, hardly conscious of anvthing
but the crushing blow that had fallen
upon her so unexpectedly. No {dea of
trving to meet the misfortune braves
occurred to her. Her one idea was,
“What am 1 going to do?" And she
repeated the words duly over and
aver again to herself as she lay ina
half faint on the floor.
(To-morrow—The Conviction.)
Wrong Every Time.
Practically every adult person i
the village had flocked to the little
tin hall to hear the speaker from
New York “go for the Government”
Theyv did not know it, of course, hi!
he had been “going for” successit
governiments for the past 25 years
it paid.
The villagers sat open-mouthed
and appalled as the orator proceede!
to strip the various Senators, one hy
one and collectively, of every vestige
of honesty or purity of purpose
“That ain’t true, sir,” said one old
fellow at last.
The—by this time—furious orator
ignored the interruptfon and proceed
ed wildly in his flerce attack
“Nor that's not true, either,” aga
nrotested the aged champion a few
minutes later. The speaker paused
‘this time.
“] can well believe that my frie
finds it hard to credit the basenes: o
these jacks-in-office,” he bellow
*But let him wait! There is worse !0
follow! 1 am just going to disclose
some facts concerning them that will
‘make every hair on his head sta
‘up with horror!™"
. “Well, that ain't true, either,” said
the old fellow. 1 ain’t got a hair on
‘ my head!”’