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o HELP WANTED o
I]‘he Thrilling Story of a Pretty Girl's Fight Against Tremen
l dous Odds for the Man She Loved
Based on Jacquin Lait's Broadway
guccess of the same name pow raon
ning at the Maxine Elllott Theater.
Copyright, 1914, by B. \W. Denison and
Jacquin l.ait. Sole serial rights in
the United States owned by Interna
tional News Service,
By WEBSTER DENISON.
TO-DAY’'S INSTALUMENT.
“Yes: I'll trust yvou,” she answered,
and he clasped ter in his arms P
kissed her and stepped back with the
radiant face of a schoolboy
“I'm going to tell the governor!” he
cried. “Going to tell him right now!”
But she grasped his arm.
“No, no! Please don't * * * not
now.”
“Why not?” he urged. “le'll have
to know it. The gooner the better”
“No,” she insisted “] wish, you
wouidn't Besides,” she added, smil
ing up at him, “vou know vou haven't
anvthing to tel! him. [ haven't prom
ised anything.”
"Rdl vou will ® * S unu wiill 1
promise you”
“Mavbe,”’ she agreed “But von
won't tell—vet. You know we mignt
read from that fairy book *
a while.”
“All right, honey, and we'll start
to-night, I'll wait till 1 see you go
out and pick vou up at—the corner
drug store,”” He kissed her quickly,
and skipped to the door. "“I'd better
get back on the joh. If the governor
keeps finding me here, I'll have to
tell.”
Subrosa, Entre Nous.
“HERE dawned now in the Scott
’1 mansion an era of exceeding
cheer and peace. For a fort
night Jack's unusually buoyant spir
its had been dulled by some impene
trable pall. Even the joyful tidings
conveyved by his seister, when she
blushingly unmasked the secret of
her troth to Paul, had met a funereal
reception. He was glad, of course.
He liked Montgomery, and loved his
sister. But he had been so serious
abont it all |
“Are you sure he loves you, .109,"‘
he had asked, “and that you love
him?”
“Why, certainly, yvou goose' she
jaughed. “Don’t you suppose you can
tell you love somebody 7"
“How DO you?” he persisted.
“Why, vou—just do, that's all!”
Which belng a woman's answer‘
and somewhat incontrovertible, cov- |
ered the case pretty thoroughly, ll‘
that. |
“Yes, 1 guess that's right, Joe,” he
had told her. “There are many lit
tle things, I suppose, that go to es
tablish the conviction, but, after all,
they're just incidents. The Imain
thing is that yvou know, and 1 imag
ire vou don't need any prompter. But,
tell me, Joe,” he added, groping for
some straw in the receding flood of
his own hopes, “how did vou know
that Paul loved vou?”
“Why, he told me, foolish.”
Her answer was the obvious and
he laughed in spite of himself.
“1 know,” fie said, “but before tha'.
Didn’t you know before he told yvou”"
“Why, Jack, vou're worse than a
lawyer. 1 can't tell you evervthing I
thought or knew 1 hoped he did,
and, you see, he did."”
There was some comfort in that,
even if. in his cage, the system had
riot progresgsed so favorably or so rar.]
& - . . - -
Joe was happy. She had passed al]
the barriers, even that of parental
approval, and she had been not a lit
tle surprised at Paul's report of im
mediate success,
“It took a little tact,” he had told |
her, for why, he reasoned, ghould he
make light of his own accomplish
ments? He knew he had been under
# ban of some kind, and Joe would
think all the more of him if he as
sumed the air of a conqueror, llf lll“i
little affair at Kahn's bhad anything
to do with his bloodless victory over
the millionaire, it was a skeleton
doomed to perennial imprisonment.
He was safe.
8o Jack had watched the flower of
his sister's content bud and hlussum‘;
while his own faded and withered
away, 1
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:v'f his deciaration to Gertiude and her
tevident, 1f not evincive, assent, he
t had met her as agreed al the drug
| store. This was the trysting plifve of
| Scott, She dreaded t. and would
{ have demurred at going there it Jaos
{ had given her a ¢hiance. But he hal
i rushed out to his desic and left her 1o
aernative hut to digsappoint him
That she had no desive 1o di
They had driven tiirough the park
again and, 2« befare, he had left her
at the elevated stairs Her dissent
{lO His coming to her home stlil pre
i vailed. Gertrude was not ashamed of
ther own environment, and she felt
| now that Jack wouldn't shrink from
i it, either Her mather, too, might be
fum\'munl of liig sincerity, but the
| neighbors, the girl knew, would take
i another viewpaoint,
{ HMe didn't press her “Whatever
i you wish, little girl,” he =said. *“Only
{it can’t be for long. 1t won't do for
i ¥ou and your mother to he living Ir
{two or three rooms with the man
| vou're going to marry enjoving the
comforts of a modern place!
| At dinner that evening Jack's res
! toration was ohvious. He kigsed his
mother and sister when he came in
i talked glibiy of affairs at the oflice
and engaged in good-natured pleas
tantriex at Josephine's expense
i "I saw Paul this afternoon,” he
sald, with a covert wink toward his
| parents, *“He looks like he'd drawn
the first prize in a Mexican lottery
I Walks as if he didn't know there was
l any asphalt under bim at all, Youd
, better keep an eyve on him, Joe, Put
| some ballast on him, too, “or he'll <o
’ right up like one of those toy balioonz
some day, and you'll lose him.'
| I guess Joe's the ballast, Jack,'
I]auglwd hig mother. “I don’t helieve
there I 8 much danger of Paul's goiag
'anywhere without her”
“You just bet there jsn’t,” the gir!
confirmed. *lf there are any bailoon
ascenglons in order, I'll be right there
hanging on to his coat tails
“Bust, Jack,"” she added coyly, “that
reminds me. Mother and | saw Es
ther Stuyvesant this afterncon and
'she asked about you-—rather forlorn
lly. didn't you think, mother?"”
“Esther e very fond of you, Jack,"
| Mrs. Scott agreed. She spoke slowly
and without the spirit of levity that
had marked her children’s chatter, To
her mind, Stuyvesant wag an enviabls
product of her type. She could have
named no girl in all New York whom
she would s=ooner welcome as her
boy's affianced than this unassuming
daughter of an imperious house.
Esther was a rarity. She sprang
from the same fountain head and
drank at the same well as the rest of
her rollicking set, but she drank
deeper.
The shallow mountain streain
dances on, sparkling in the sunshine,
gplashing over stones, spreading -
gelf over an almiess waste. It ia
beautiful to the eye: its rippling mu
sic holds the ear. But here and thers
it windes ‘round a ciiff and, surging
and protesting, eddies its wav inton
tranquil pool. We halt beside this
pool and contemplate its depth., 1t
holds the lure of the unknown., And
such was FEsther Stuyvesant. Here
lwas the deeper and subtler shade
‘umnng a chimera of all eolors.
. “Conldn't you marry her just for
my sake?” Josephine teased. “I'd love
Esther as a sister-in-law.”
- “I'd Hke to oblige you, Joe, hut I've
seen giris 1 like better.”
“Who? Madge?”
“Not by a long sight. Madge told
me Jast week she just ‘loved’ Henry
James, and I'm not going to play
second fiddle to any highbrow novel
ist.”
- “Good!"” exclaimed the senior Scott,
“You stick to Scott & Son, my boy,
and let Joe do the romancing for the
present, One engagement at a time
is enough for any family, Why, when
I was the age of yvou youngsters mar
riage was the last thing in the world
1 thought of, It was work from 8 in
the morning till § at night, and us
ually more work after dinner.”
With a sly smile and a wink, Scott
looked over at his wile for confirma
tlon of these impeccable quailties of
his adolescence,
“Yes, your father is right,” she
laughed, “Times have changed gince
we were children.”
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O afternoon cosgtume could be found that would be more charm-
N iug than this combination of green and white taffeta frock and
cape of plain green charmense shown on the left.
T'he dress has a bodice made with bib arrangement laid in broad
tucks and fastened by a row of tiny white bowls. The under arm
and sleeves are of white chiffon. Frills of the chiffon finish the
sleeves in the turned-up fashion of cuffs. The rollong collar of chiffon
has a double frill and fastens with a tie of the striped material.
The skirt gathers under a belt of plain greeu charmeuse and but
tons in a line to continue the bodice fastening. Stitched pockets
trimmed in the butions cross the side. Under this tunic upper skirt
is an under skirt that buttons over the right ankle.
The graceful cape of the green charmeuse hangs straight from the
Romance m Small Ads
{“ NEVER saw anyone &i inter
! ested in a newspaper!" re
i proached the pretty girl,
{ Whatever are vou reading?” |
! “Oh, nothing much.” said the young |
iman, in some confusion, “1 was sort |
of lueking it aver” :
“But it's merely ads!” eried the
| pretiy girl, who had snatched up the '
;‘u.uwr and was wrinkilng her fore
yhead over it. *“And the little dinky
tads at that! Whatever -why, yon
'nevor were reading these things?
They ara all ‘To Rents!” "
“I just happened to see them ' ex-.
plained the young man hastily. “I--
‘Pl‘-—-“’&l thinking what a lot of flat
‘nuildlnafl there must be that are va. |
cant! Doesn’t it seem to you that
‘the eity must be terribly overbullt?"”
? “Overbullt?” asked the pretty girl,
| bewilderedly. “T hadn't thought about
it. 1 suppose there are a lot of new
buildings everywhere."”
“Far too many!” insisted the yvoung
man gruffly. “That's why there are
{BO many ads. It stands to reason
‘me it there were 50,000 families and
|5O.Mm flats there wounldn’'t be any
’ads, now would there?”
| “Goodness, Edward!” cried the
j pretty girl. “lI had no ldea vou had
such a wonderful brain! You seem
to grasp things so! 1 didn't know
vou were so interesied in municipal
problems!”
Bothered Him.
The young man looked gratified.
“Oh, 1 don’t know that you could
really call it that!” he protested. “Of
icourse. I try to keep up with things!
| However, this fat guestion really
‘hnthers me. If I had any personal
friends who were landlords 1 should
lfeel terrible about it. They must
lose an awful lot of money!”
i “l expect 80, said the pretty girk
showing nothing more than n cruei
indifference to the starving landlords.
“Now, In this very newspaper,” pro
ceeded the young man, “there are
columns of flats to rent right around
here! You wouldn't think this neigh-
Sbnrhnnd was 90 empty, would you?"
| “Why,” said the pretty girl. 1
| never thought so very much about it.
Are you-——"
“And the rents are so reasonable!™
persisted the young man. “You would
think tenants would be just running
i take advantage of themi I don't
sce what people can be thinking of!"
“I never before saw you so dis
turbed, Kdward!"” said the pretty girl
in some alarm. “Why should you
distress voorself about something
that does not concern you in the
least You don’t own any bhuild
ings!"”
The young man looked at her a bit
sterniy, 1 hate to hear vou express
such selfish views'" he remarked.
“You should take an Interest in the
nuiside world as well as yourself!
Now, T want to {mpress upon you
what bargalns there are and how
anxjious the owners must be to remt.
Just ron your eve down this column!
They'ra all right near hers and it's
a sunnyv afternoon--let’s step out and |
see them!"” :
“Do you really want to go?' in
anired the pretty girl, in great sur
prige. .
“I just want to show you.”
“Goodness!” laughed the pretty girl.
“If that's all I will take your word for
My
“But it isn't,"” saild the young man.
“1 want vou to see them, i thought
vou might get interested enough so—
so that 1 could rent one of them my
self this spring.”
His Confession.
“Why, Edward!” gasped the pretty
girl in admirable confusion. “How
abrupt you are! I never dreamed—
-1 didn't think—-you never mean-——'
1 don’'t seee why you didn't know
1, crid the young man, very fluent
now that tht plunge was over. “You
must have seen that 1 was crazy
about you! Didn't you, honestly?”
“It never entered my head!” insist
ed the pretty girl. *“I don't Lknow
what to say!"
“Well, just yon look at these three
flats I've picked out,” sald the young
man, “and maybe that'll help you,
because you've got to move into one
in a few weeks! Come on!”
“Well,” said the pretty girl, “if
vou'ra really insisting on it I'l go.
Only what'sythe use of looking at
these three when there ara the most
darling flats in the new building right
around the corner? I never saw any
thing so pretty as they are and fur
niture could be arranged so wonder
fully in them and-—-"
“You're a cheat!” said the young
man, "1 bella\g vou had this ali
planned before®lididl” S
shoulders and is topped by a “Coquille” collar and fastened by a cord
and tassels of white silk.
The afternoon frock on the right combines linen and tulle in a
fashion that is at once cool, charming and smart.
The bodice is a simple blouse of fine linen, turned up at the fronts
in two scalloped revers, hand-embroidered. The neck is finished hy
a double collar of black and white tulle.
The short sleeves are finished by a band of the emhroidery.
The draped girdle fastens at the middle front under a huge bow
of black tulle.
The skirt is gathered at the waist and has three flaring flounces
of the hand-embroidered, scalloped linen outlined in bands of the
black tulle. The skirt is gathered into a puffing at the bottom and
above this is set a wee puffing of the black tne —OLIVETTH.
NGNGHNGHNG
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
¢ ¢] SEEN a line elipped out of some
l poem the other day,” said the
Manlcure TLady, “that went
“When whirlwinds of rebellion shilke
the world, It seems to me, George,
that something awful is going to hap
pen before long. Goodness knows that
the papers is full of scrapping and
disagreeing now, and 1 don’t know
what it is all going to coma to. Soma
times I'm glad that T ain't a man,
because I would never feel ltke shoul
dering a rifle and marching away to
got drilled. The drilling you get at
West Point may be all right, but 1
mean getting drilled clean through
with ene of them bhullets out of a
high-power gun.”
“T don’t think it will amount to
much,” said the Head Barber, ‘Ot
course, them Mexicans Is at it ham
mer and tongs, but they ain't never
happy. anyway. unless they are up ta
something. T think the Anglo-Saxo
phone countries will keep their heads
and fix things up before it gets to
much war.
“I hope sO,” ==id the Manicure Lady,
“but ail the time I have dreams that
‘there are a lot of foreign soldiers of
some kind running loose all over our
hills and valleys, shooting evervone
they get & look at. 1 had a dream
last night that 1 was hiding in one of
them ravines, with about a hundrad
soldiers looking for g\e and my broth
er Wilfred. The only thing that maia
me know it was a dream was that
Wilfred got up and fought like a llon
‘ for me, killing all the enemy as fast as
‘they came. 1 knew, even in my sleep,
that couldn’t be, because he ain't gt
'no sand; so I woke up.”
~ “Dreams don’'t mean anvthing,” said
}!he Head Barber. “The way I feel
about it, if thereshas got to be war
’ we have got to have it, and if it comes
to & showdown and I have got to go,
1 suppose I will gn\‘: brave as I can;
but 1 don't believe Much In shooting
men, and I don't think we are going to
see any of it outside of Mexico.”
“Goodness knows I don't want ‘o
ever see any of it,” said the Manicure
Lady. “War would certainly put this
business on the hummer for fair. It
ain’t been any too flourishing as it is,
but with war in our land there
wonldn't be a gent for miles around
that would think of having his natis
did, and I guess you wouldn't see
many men that wanted to shave,
either,
‘1 was wondering what I would do
if it came to war. I would have to
give up this line, of course, and aboat
the only thing 1 could do then would
be nursing wounded soldiers, like Misg
Florence Nightingale.”
“l don't think she ever got paid for
ter work,” said the Head Barber.
‘There wouldn't be much profit in that
kind of nursing”
“T know,” admitied the Manicure
Lady, “but she got famous, and her
name will live forever. I'm a goold
deal like brother Wilfred that way,
George. I have always had a hunch
that I would like to leave a mame ha
hind me after 1 have went. I wounll
like to do something that would make
me kind of immortal, ltke Marie An
toinette or Marie Corelll. Gee, how
grand that would be!™
“T wouldn’t care nons for that,” said
Grorge,
“No,” mid the Manicura Yamdv: ‘1
4on’t suppose many barbers want to
be fmmortal.”
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CHAPTER VI
Discovered.
THEIL shivered slightly as the
E cold breeze from the river blew
in on her. She hed crouched
desolately on the stone seat trying to
decide what to do, for what had
seemed to her a long time, but no
solution of the -problem presented
itself. The fact remained that she
could not stay at Ardsley, for Rogers
was liable to take advantage of her
at any time, and just why he had
made the attempt and had then re
leased her so suddenly she could not
understand. Wearily she dragged her
self to bed, and shivering under the
warm covers that she had pulled over
her she finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Rogers greeted
her just as if nothing had happened.
The sum scemed to be shining just as
brightly, the world looked just as fair,
It all seemed like an ugly dream
meant to be forgotten with the morn
ing sunlight, and KEthel resolved to
forget the night before and say noth
ing about it for the present.
The truth of the matter was that
Rogews had been tryving to ingratiate
himeelf with the girl and had be
lieved the time had at last arrived
when he might approach her without
being repuised. When she had spurned
his advances so decidedly he had been
furicus with.himself for spoiling his
chances, and had resolved to go about
his plans in a different way. If she
liked subtle ways of approach he
would humor her, and after the cor
respondence was cleared up and Ethel
had left the room he made his way to
the room above which the girl occu
pied to leave a sheaf of flowers on
her desk, ‘
The desk was littered 'n a way tru
ly feminine, and Rogers smiled a lit
tle as he =at down before it and idly
glanced at some of the letters. Sud
denly he started and held up a piece
of paper before 'him in amazement.
And so this was the family she had
sprung from, her father had been the
head of a counterfeiting gang and
had served his time in prison, this
was his daughter, this girl with the
dainty, aristocratic manner of one
born to the purple. Well, he would
show her. Rushing out of the room
with the paper crushed in his hand,
he confronted the girl, who was writ
ing busily on the terrace,
“Why didn't you tell me who you
were?” he sneered, catching her in
his arms and bending over her. *“I
guess vgu won't be go particular in
the future, eh? Not when I tell you
that T know all about your little se
cret.” And he held up the. slip of
paper Lefore her, as she gave a little
geream of despair. \
“Come now, be sensible. Nnhn(iy is
going to know about it ‘he whis
pered, bending his face to hers, “not
if you decide to be a good girl. We'll
keep it for a secret hetween us. What
do you say to that?”
Ethel with a final struggie managed
to get rid of the arms that encircled
her, and without stopping for any
thing she ran “vildly into the house
and up to her room. She packed her
few belongings together, and, seizing
her hat and coat, she slipped down
the back way and out of the house.
Down the long road she slowly toiled.
It was a long way to the railroad sta
tion, and she soon grew very warm
and tired, but on she went. Soon the
house, with its winding driveway, was
left far behind, and Ethel began to
grow so weary that she decided to
pause at least for a rest.
She sat down on her dress sult case
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by the roadside, and slowly the ta
of disappointment forced themge|
over her lashes and down hep chy
She had been so happy at Ardgly
and now nothing in the WOTld yy
left to her. Rogers would not. ey
give her a recommendation, not Ve
if she had the courage to ngj for §
and she had hardly enough money |
her purse to pay her way back
town.
Suddenly down the long roag can
a little market wagon, with , jol
little man seated on the higy Seg
singing away at the top of his Vol
It was Martin, and Ethel jmnped
her feet and hafled him as he DPasse
Martin was down at her side in 4y
ment listening to her story anq sha
ing his head gravely, and then g,
sudden thought struck him, he hag,
helped“the girl into the cart, apg
they drove off he delightedly unfold
his plan. - :
(To-morrow—Saved from Death.
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By LILIAN LAUFERTY,
“Love's Last Surprise Is the Altar
Oh, the foxiest lad of the lads I kny
Is Cupld—little Dan Cupid,
Hhe shoots his arrow and twangs i
bow
And hits the mark—does Cupig,
The other Jads are fast or slow,
The ofher.lads seem stupid,
But still when courting these ladg
£0
They follow Dannie Cupid.
By thls little chap are the big chy
led—
By naked Dannie Cupid,
Who lures them on till her “yeg"
gaid,
And then away fites Cupid.
At his absence—surprise, when {j
wedding's sped! |
I think that's very stupid.
The little god has never wed—
Why hope to altar Cupid?
The Turkey Trotter's Mother Goos
There was a maid in Gotham,
And she was wondrous fat;
She trotted in the cabarets
And lost ten pounds at that.
But when she’d lost that decimal,
She went to tango teas
And fed on ice and pastry till
She gained them back with ease!
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Ride in a tax,
Where you may, relax,
To see a wild lady doing the max-
Ixe with her fingers, her eyes, a
her toes—
She shall have partners wharever s
goes.
Fools and Their Folly.
There were fools aplenty throughs
the Earth
Sinee ever the world began,
But the saddest fool is the maid »
¢ SAVS,
“I will never he fooled by a ma
And the maddest fool is the man w
swears
Befooled by no svoman he'll he;
While the gladdest fool is the f
who smiles,
“They are all silly fools-—but n
But the wisest fool in this foo
world
Is €0 to its follies schooled,
That he laughs as he flirts his fe
er's bells,
‘Why, it's rather a lark to
fooled.”