The Alvin Sun. (Alvin, Tex.), Vol. 23, No. 27, Ed. 1 Friday, February 6, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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THE ALVIN SUN, ALVIN, TEXAS
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CHAPTER VII.
SYNOPSIS.
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shit* of the machine, that puts your •
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in your handwriting. It was in March
Congress was still In session
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Mush for the Real Advancement
of the Student.
of the Woman,
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finest Quality Largest V irfety
.gainst the rail, look- ; career—a
An Advocate.
“Do you favor votes tor women?”
*‘I do,” replied the Ixmdon police
man. “It would be a great coinfort to
me to see a crowd of suffragettes
marching up and quietly voting in-
stead of n>“** —’^nc. remft^s and
throwing/
The Trap.
For a moment Blake did not an-
swer. Nor could Wanda read anything I
from his utterly expressionless face. .
Then he said:
“Do you know why I did that?”
“Prcbably," replied Wanda gravely.
Tft’/ BG£L\S/l^JULL GOMW
There!” hastily admonlsh-
* Don’t go spoiling it with
Yen know what you are to mo,
bey. I guess I don’t need to get mush-
headed and try to tell you. And—and.”
he repeated, hiding his momentary
tenderness under a clcud of made-to-
order impatience, “that’s why I hate
to see you loading up your alleged
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Children love this “fruit laxative,*
pmd nothing else cleanses, the tender
stomach, liver and bowels so nicely.
A child simply will not stop playing
to empty the bowels, and the result ia
_.hey become tightly clogged with
waste, liver gets sluggish, stomach
■ours, then your little one becomes
cross, half-sick, feverish, don’t eat,
sleep or act naturally, treath If bad,
system full of cold, has sore t iroat,
stomach-ache or diarrhoea. Listen,
Mother! See if tongue is coated then
give a teaspoonful of “California
Syrup of Figs.” and in a few hours all
the constipated waste, sour bile and
ndigested food pauses out of the sys-
tem, and you have a well child : gain.
Millions of mothers give “Calliornia
Syrug of Figs” because :.t is per ectly
Harmless; children love it, and It nev-
er falls to act on the stomach, liver
and bowels.
Ask at the store for a 5^-cent !»ottl6
of “California Syrup of Figs,” which
has full directions for tables, children
of all ages and for grown-ups p alnly
printed on the bottle. Adv.
Hearty Welcome.
Mrs. Clay telephcned to a friend that
she would come down and spen t the
lay.
“Well, here I ain!” she exclaimed
cheerily, as the little daughter of the
hostess opened the door.
“Yes,” replied the child; “I’m glad
to see you; and I know mother w 111 be
glad, too, for this morning when you
phoned she said that she was thankful
she was going to have the visit over
with."—Lippincott’s Magazine.
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• His voice trailed off into a self satis-
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assumed. For he saw Standish’s
hands slowly clench again. And a few
Ypu’ve got • beads of sweat were beginning to
that. I show themselves upon the insurgent’s
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l.ook. Mother! If tongue is
coated, give “California
Syrup of Figs.”
GILT EDGE the only lulca* «boe dmsns bu t pem-
hv-iy containa OIL. Biaclu and poLahea iade>‘ and
chljren’a boob and aho-u, shine* without rub-
bing. 25c, “French Gloss.’ 10c.
STAR combination for cl-a tiny and pdiahinssi! kuadt
of nrnet or tan abor*. 10c. ‘’Dandy” sue 25e.
QUICK WHITE” (in liquid form with aeoo®e)
avickiy cleans and whitens dirty canvas thoea.
Wc and 25c.
3 A BY ELITE cotnbiCA'icu for gentlemen rrh > take
pride in having their aho«i k»>k Al. Restore* Color aad
iua re to all black shoe*. Polhh ariih a brush or clod.. 10c.
“Elite” aize 25c.
If your dealer dues not kaep th* kind yc“ want read
ua he price in atampa for a full are package, charge* paid.
f WHIT rBMORE BROS. & CO.
ft 26 Alb-ny St. Cambridge. Mass.
Tht (Jld-it and Largrti Manufactim^
ShM Poluhei >n the World
a page
saw a
get him here Inside of five minutes.
No. no! Do as I say, I tell y tu. Good-
by.”
He l ung up th** receiver, rose and
stood lounging af*,_ “
Ing down at Wanda from between his
half-clrsed lids.
“Now, then. Miss Kelly,” he began
abruptly.
“Yes ” Mr. Blake?" she interrogated
as he paused.
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stand- \ grunted
“m i there
for I ' "
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and Hawings fy flfte/nsr
I be glad enough to get you Not that
I you’d b« worth a hoot in hell to them
’ in actual value. But the fact that
>tel I y°u’re thc worthy s<'n > )Ur un*
j worthy bk^kmailing father would
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as your wife, under the name o»
Fowler, at a country hotel up in New
York state. That’s all. Hardly worth
mentioning, hey?” •
As he had talked, Blake had let
his gaze wander over the ceiling, the
except at Matthew
Yet he had missea not one
you want truth, it
It isn’t—clean!”
Say, son, this is politics, bcthei
You’ve got in I eight
I But we will before midnight. You left I
• some pretty easy clues and they’re be- j
■ ing followed. That's the trouble with |
a man who has something to bide [
ly into a Tittle h mdred dollars.’ what i hampered If there were no labels,
price strikes you as fair?”
“Let's see!" pondered innocence's
fair apostle, “bow about ter. thousand
dollars r
“Ten thousand
Blake. “Rot! Ten thousand dollars
Would It be the part of wisdom to
turn your back on the backbiter?
with seaweed in his hah- and sand un-1
der his nails. But I keep that fran-1
chise memory and a few ethers fresh ;
on the Ice. And it sure doesn’t break I
my heart to have a char ce now of!
getting back at him.”
“But,” persisted Tom, “‘.hat was at
public matter. It doesn’t justify you
in dragging his private life into the
lime-light.”
"The deuce it doesn’t?
you that?”
“My self-respect.”
“Oh! I thought maybe you might
have got the tip from some reliable
source. Go ahead, son. 1
tv* me. hey?"
“No, dad, if
doesn’t.
' Clean ?
Not a prayer-meeting.
the w’rong pew.”
“If the right pew justifles dirty
work like that," flashed' the boy, “I’m
glad I have. And I want to stay there.
This business of making political cap-
ital of a man’s dead-and-ouried sins
is enough to £urn the stc reach of a
camel. A thousand times more so
when one considers the Woman ”
“Well.” queried Blake, in high good
humor, as he always was when he
could stir up a quarrel between his
adored only son and himself.
about her?”
“Everything,
herself.
! young.
it bitterly, ten thousand times
CHAPTER VI.—Continued.
Then he paused. The n. gged mask
of a face had not changed. But the
pupils of the half-shut ey<s ha-1 sud-
denly contracted as though a bi nding
light had been flashed b< fore them.
Yet, a second later, when Blake spoke
again, there web no trace of pain or
resentment in his dry drawling voice.
“Blackmail?” he said >nce more.
“How about the way Stand sh dragged
up that franchise affair Oi min? last
year? What was that but blackmail?"
“Well," demanded Tom, in the stark
mercilessness of youth, "you were ycu ve got ^n(j you
fealing the franchise, weren’t you. j the best of lt
“You’re the only father I want. dad.
But—’’
“There!
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‘bits!’
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Do you
she echoed in “You’re Sure the Number Will Give
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“Yes,” asserted Blake with a de- ;
lightful absence of all fake modesty.:
“I sure was. And I was deing it neat- |
ly, too. Not a ripple, not a kick, till
Standish butted in with his measly
reformers and queered thf whole job
and cost us a half million dollars.
Son, every time I think of that, I want
to chase some one with an ax. ’ don't
lie awake nights thlnkina hov. cub-
H'.bk our friend Standish would look with these fool ideas aboufe—”
“Let it go at that, dad,” laughed
Tom.
"Oh, all right.
him. You'll make him think you've
almost got her in your net You'll try I
to scare him into hustling to the near-
est te’ephone and warning her. He’ll
know you're having him watched. So
he won't dare to go to her in person
-I have good
for knowing you haven’t.”
Still keep as close in touch I
; I’ll admit we haven’t tound her—yet
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It’s that time’ 1 took the X,ibprty of sending | And that’s just what you did. Why, [
her. If he didn’t telephone her before
he went in to dinner it’s a chinch he’ll
do it the minute he comes out. Queer
old Mark Grace is the one thirg that
makes him human. Chase on in, and |
order for me "
Dismissing iiis son with a slap on the
shoulder, Blake strode acrass tc. the
telephone alcove. Wanda Kelly look
ed up inquiringly from the novel she
was reading between telephone calls
“Miss Kelly,” said Jim. “will you
kindly connect me with the hotel of-
fice?"
He sprawled into a vacant seat at
her side, caught up the extra receiver
and called:
“That the office? Perry? Hello.
Perry. This is Blake .Hm Blake.
Yes. In two minutes want you to
send word to Mr. Standish that he’s
wanted on the phone here. Yes. Here.
: Not in his room. Here at the phone
booths. Fix it any way you like. Only
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I answered Standish, “the story won’t i
I amount to the paper you would print
i it on unless you can supply the name(
i of the Woman. And you can’t de
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^supply the Woman’s name?” demand-I
; ed Blake. “What makes you think
I we haven’t found her?”
I "Because,” began Standish; then he
. checked himself and said somewhat
; lamely, "because—I have good rea
Jim Blake was
moved.
limited.”
“If you’re referring to ycur time in
I politics, it is. 1
with his warning or send her a letter. Tnere
He’s got too much sense for that. And nerve a“ nfcnt.
a telegram would be too risky. So i
nothing’s left but the phone. He’ll j
call her up. You’ll get the number.
And then it’ll be a cinch for your men
to find the Woman’s name in no time, i
and all aboit her. The full story— ;
names and all—can be circulated on
the floor as soon as the house sits, to-
night. And good-by then to Mr. j
Standish.”
“Say!” drawled Blake in genuine ad-^
miration. “You’ve sure got. a brain.
We'll have to get you in the secret'
service Or, if you want a job in my j
office at double what you’re getting 1
here—but we can talk about all that;
afterward. Will—V'
“You’re sure the number will give *
you the clue to the Woman?’’
“Absolutely.”
’ ’ ’ Some museums are issuing
not or.ly catalogues for every sec-
no one’s yet tied ‘fool’ to his name.
. fc._.l you once more, we’ll have her
“Private bust-; name by midnight at the yery latest
? ?” ; Qf course she doesn’t know’ we’re
s or an ethnological
“Rot! Ten thousand dollars specimen is to them nothing until ex-
fdr—tor one measly telephone num- [ plained.
not or.ly catalogues for every sec-
I tion. but putting extensive placards
voice and face were iil e chilled steel, I wherever needed.
Philadelphia contained the first
museum in this country. Charles Wil-
Pcale collected interesting works
| this city refused the whole as a gift
some eighty years ago because of the
I slight expense of maintenance. In
I consequence«the collection was brok-
I en up. and most of it went to Boston
One of the hundred representatives
, of as many American museums in
i this country holding a three days’
“And don’t you think one little hun conference expressed the opinion that
dred dollars is a pretty cheap price j objects of are and otherwise on^exhi-
to pay for information that will bring
ycu millions?”
Sheer innocence had reached its
towering acme—the summit whereon |
rests pure wisdom. Blake regarded ■
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; ten railroad bill, you are going -o drag
her out into the glare of the newspa-
per world and crucify her! You are
going to strip from her he - husband's
love; you are going to make her
friends shun her as an outcast; you’re
throwing black shame on her ir nocent
children’s name. You are—’’
“Excuse me, son,” interrupted Elake.
’But I’m not doing a single one of
f those terribly dramf.tic things.
Standish 1;^ doing it—or. rather, he
has done it. Not I. Catch the idea?
If Standish committed a murder and
I found the body, would you rail me
a murierer? Hey? Well, that s what
has happened this time. When Stand-
ish took the lady on that little left-
handed wedding trip, five years ago
in March, he rendered her liable to all
that and worse A man doesn't think
of such things at the time. Neither
does a woman. I guess. This one
sure didn’t, or shed never have
thrown over her one hope of safety
by jilting him.”
“Listen, dad.” returned Tom, chok-
ing back a hot answer. “Ever since
you brought me here into the thick of
the fight, you and I haven’t agreed
about politics. But I’ve stood with
you, through and through. I’ve work-
ed hard for the party, because I felt
I was working for you. But—well—
this time I’d rather be working for the
other side Because I believe they’re
right and we are wrong. ’
“Well, then.” blazed his fath er, in a
dry gust of unwonted wrath, “why
don’t you work for the other side? Go
ahead! It’s no great loss to us."
"You know perfectly well why I
don't. It’s because you are on this
s de—the wrong side just now.
"Go over to them!” snapped Blake.
rare anger still unspent. They’d
murely.
Again he glanced at her moveless .
features in quick doubt. Thon ->vt. ■
dently making up his mind, he went
on:
“You heard the story I was telling
those men over there? The story
about Standish and the Woman?”
"I—I happened to catch part of it.”
“You happened to '•atch every word |
of It” he corrected. "And now*, why
do you suppose I told such an all-im-
portant secret loud enough for a tele-
phone girl to hear it?”
“That’s just what I’ve been wonder-
ing,” she said frankly. “But I can t
figure it out.”
“Then I’ll tell yon ’’ retorted Blake,
nodding approval at her unembarrass-
ed candor “What’s the one thing we
need tb turn that story from a windy
piece ( f campaign gossip into the dead-
liest weapon ever'forged in Washing
ton?”
“The Woman's name,” replied Wan-
da, at once.
“Good!” applauded Blake. “You’ve j
got a real brain under that metal re- i
ceiver you wear. You seem to have i
this situation worked out as clear as 1
have. Maybe, now, you can guess
what that Woman’s name is worth to
us. How about it?”
Wai da rolled her big eyes cell- I
ingward after the manner of a stupid
child vho seeks in space the answer
to a t< a Cher’s question.
“Maybe—maybe ?—a million
lars,” she hazarded timidly, at length.
I.lake grinned appreciation of the
bit of acting, and was not in tn< very
least deceived by it—as Wrnda had
perfectly well known he would not be.
“Nothing stingy about your ideas, I
young lady!” he commented.
I'd betput them straight,
want to make a hundred dollars?”
"A hundred dollars?
a wide-eyed wonder of innocence that |
Saint Cecelia at her best could not;
leaning negligently against the switch- i
board rail, looking with dreamy naif-1 wllh her as all that'? Mark's detectives
There was nothing, however, to
Standish’s
heavy face was mask-like, blank, save
for a taint tinge of pvlite bewilder
ment.
But Blake was far too wise a reader
of men to go by the sign in a face. He
let his mildly wandering glance shift,
as if by accident, to Standish's hands
They were tight-clenched. So tight
that the knuckles showed white from
the convulsive pressure.
“Another campaign yarn,” smiled
Standish, and his voice was as inex-
pressive as his face. “Isn’t it rather
old fashioned to spring lies of that
sort? The public doesn’t stand for
them nowadays. Proofs are needed.”
“Really?” drawled Blake. “Why,
Standish, sometimes your knowledge
of up-tc date conditions simply daz-
zles me. That's what It does. Daz
zles me.”
“And now—”
turning to go.
“And now,” echoed Blake, “we ve
got you with the goods. Don’t bluff,
man. No bluff ever won a penny aft'r
i the cards were laid face upward. And
they’re face upward now. You know
' what I mean. And you know we've
i got you dead to rights. Five y^ars
; ago you spent a week with a woman at
i a hotel whose proprietor can and will
. identify you. Any expert can swear
that the registered name, ’Fowler.' is
. in your handwriting. It was in March
■ Congress was still In session But
. you gave out word that you'd gone to
featun s In quick doubt.
off to,
indifferently,
glint of wistfulness in the
I half-shut, steely old ejes
"To the club. To dicner,” laid Tom,
moving away.
“To the club, hey?” growled Blake,
detaining him. "Huh! Afraid it’ll
hurt your spotless reputation to be
seen dining here with a ‘black-
mailer?* ”
’You have a posit, ve genius for
choosing the rottenest, most disagree-
able thing to say.” remarked Tom;
and there was a note of hurt in his
voice that somehow reached the far-
hidden and tortuous recesses where
Jim Blake’s battered old heart was
supposed to be.
“Well, ’ , vouchsafed the father
grumpily, "maybe that vas just a trifle
sw ift. Look here, lad,’ he went on, a
soft, almost tender ton? creeping into
his dry voice, as he laid his hand on
Tom’s shoulder, “I’m the only father
• you’ve got. And you may as well
dead sure of getting her, would I be
’ " 'j? And
with you.” whatever else Jim Blake’s been called
“Private business?" echoed the puz-1 no one»8 yet tied ’fool’ to his name. I |
' zled starfish, instinctively following t tell
Blake to the corner. *
ness? Between you and me?
Blake looked at him with gentle j tracking her." he continued, chuckling
pity, taen shook bis head. | a3 at hjs own shrewdness. "I’ve seen
i “My boy.” said he, “the game is up. | to ft that she hasn't the slightest bus
We've found j pidoti. And that makes our work all
She doesn't know. And
I there's no one to warn her. It’s a
I smash* s your enemy and that means j
millions of dollars to you! That’s
what tie telephone number means to
you, K r Blake. That and a man’s
carevr—a woman’s shame—a girl's
self-respect. Throw all that into the; _
I balance and the’price won’t look so ; walls—anywhere
i fancy.” . I Standish.
My dear young lady.” counseled i detail of the younger man's expres-
i Blake *ith his most fatherly air, “be-1 8jon
lieve me when I warn you that there ; be read in that expression,
is suet a thing as being just a trifle
too ambitious. Still, there’s no time to
argue. Standish ought to be here by
l now. Shall we say a thousand dol-
lars ?”
“I—B’ll have to think it over,” said
Wanda confusedly. "And, anyway,”
she added, “there's no use making a
Thor Mot or eyel«! And a
Income ol $XO a «*•’■' and up in juat
your spare time tr kinc orders for
ReMaMo Tailored-to .Order Clothes.
Read Carefull:/! “
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Wands.
“Sone one wants me on the phone?”
he asked.
"No,” drawled Blake, before the I a man
girl could reply. “Some one wants ' He’ll lock and double-bar nine doors i
you over there in the amen corner for | to discovery; and leave the tenth widt.
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price iill I’ve got what you want, is
there? Besides." with an eafey lapse I
“because you wanted Mr. Standish to into sweet innocence, “Mr. Standish j
come here.” ' seems to be such a nice man.
He eyed her searchingly. But ber
face gave nr sign that her reply had
been Intended as impertinence.
“H’m!” he vouchsafed. “You're a
bright girl.”
She made a tool of
Presumably when she was
She has probably repented
She
inay have atoned for what she did.
She may even be a wife and mother,
now. Respected, loved. A-l the world
and Heaven, besides, to her husband
Li»d children. And. just to pass a rot-
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that message about your being wanted Bon ~ he went on. noting Standish's
on th, phono, because," leading the i half-smile of Incredulity. "If I wasn't
j way tc the amen corner, "I have a mat-
-■And'i)iat“s k>rth“a 'hune;reddon7rs’" ■ ^h°B!!r.i.vate buslne8» to te!k over i guch a fool as'to teb you all this
, “Yes. And if you can hear what he , ‘ "
says on the phone I'll make it two 1
hundred.*?
For an instant the innocent wonder-
ing smile again illumined Wanda s up-
turned face. Then, like 31ake, she:
evidently wearied of futile word fenc-
ing, for she said, incisively : . , ,
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spring this story of the Woman on OL,t aJl about that pretty little affair. easier.
■ • 1 of five years ago.’ '
"What affair?” asked Standish, un-1 cinch!’’
"Please explain. My time 1e •
fled laugh,
in*-------.a
It ends tonight. There! I
Don’t get huf*’y. ”
I grant you t
‘What affair,' hey? Why, the affair ! forehead.
with t le Woman whom you registered * <to BE CONTINUED.)
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[ the mountains to rest. We’ve got the
dates. We’ve got ever fact proved.
i Man. can’t you see I’m trying to help
• you? Give me a chance to.”
' Standish, his face still a mask, was
I staring at the floor. At last he raised
i his eyes—the dark tired eyes in whose
j depths Self and Love and Happiness
• had so long ago burned out. And turn
I ing to Blake, he said evenly:
"So you have dug all that up. have
; you? I might have expected it. in j
I fact I have expected it. But it hasn’t
. worried me. Because you can’t harm !
j me with such a story.”
■ "No?” asked Blake, with real Inter ;
' est. “Why not?'
“You know perfectly well wh}' not.” j
I will, if you like.
, And you’ll stay to dinner?”
“Why, of course,” qcickly assented
i Tom.
"That’s better,” approved Blake.
“Now, run in and start with Mark.
I’ll be with you in a minute or two.
And—say—if Mark and I should get
to talking politics at dinner—”
“Don’t worry,” returned Tom. smil-
ing "I’m getting quite used to my
muzzle. But Mark woc’t be as likely
to be wrapped up in po itics as he us-
ually is. Grace is coming down.”
“No!” cried Blake, his face alight
with pleasure. “Good fo* her! When?”
“At eight o’clock. But she didn't
to mention w aether it was
this evening or eight to-
morrow morning. Mar c was just go-
ing to call her up on long distance to
find out, when we happened to meet
Standish. And I suppose the prospect
of a clash with Standish quite drove
a minor matter like his wife out of his
thoughts.”
"You’re wrong there?*’ dissented J
Blake “There's nothing on earth
can drive Grace out of Mark Robert-
son's head. He’s as crazy in love with
her as he was /he day he married
fe. BP’!
i> In a
•»t ass uni
to the fr
an-i cal
protest
!ly tel<
Want
»un of tl
• pi iposee
gi es as
. ..ilnatton to' «««* ----
lFrank KeUy^ w*^ a philosophic shrug of the shoul-
tumetl insurgent, ders. "Good night.”
' T?“’mi" ! Where are you
discredit Stand- ; grunted Blake
"’"’.Iw'et I there was “
ndidate
j win Stat
■a re ns to dig
out about
. . .’k it tne
H< secures all
ime of the Woman
the story as .1 club
How the Mullins bill
Congressman Standish and the Woman,
believing themselves in love, si nil
tr al week u.i man and' wife in a hot.,
tn northern New York undor assumed j worthy blt^kmailing father
’elcome. Co ahead!
their engagement off Standish protests but I wonder what I ever did in the
“> pu"ished havin?
Ingtnn. is loved by Tom Blake, son of the canting reformer for a son!
s“.e &' ’r’at don't V.U go over to them-
ore of the rwts. ns her determination to "Just as you say,” answered Tom
ge t sevenge on Jim BIak< ----»—
father. Congressman I
Congressman Standish, turr.
is fighting the Mullins bill,
the interests of the railroa
. chine is seeking means to di;
' ish In the hope of pushing
i through. Robertson, s-on-ln-ia’
• • Blake and the latter's canJ’
speaker of the I vise, tries P
ish over, and failing, threats
Into his pant. Jim Blake fln< s
the epiao<le of five years tael
* northern New York hotel,
the facts except the nar..^ .
ard proposes to use thr —
to force Standish to aiLw *.
to pass.
In those days we have the museum In
the art gallery in Fairmount park,
the University museum, the Commer-
cial museums, the Academy of Natu-
ral Sciences museum and some oth-
ers, all of which are growing rapidly,
and are being conducted scientifically
for the education of the people.
Although attendance on these is
large, it does not comprre with what
it should be. For mere delight, for
usefulness and for broad education
museums offer objective and
satisfactory exhibits which make for
’ ’ ’ . ft is pleasing
that our distinguished visitors find
so much here to commend.—Philadel-
phia Inquirer.
/
: "Miss Kelly,” Said Jim, “Will You
Kindly Connect Me,With the Hotel
Office?”
He’s coming.”
StanJish came toward the switch-
board, from the dining-room whither
• „ ----had at last tracked him. He
most unruffled telephone girl
pity to—”
“Oh. he’s a nice man,” laughed
• Blake “Hell’s full of ’nice men.’ But
there’s no time, now, to haggle about
: prices. You get that number for me.
"Thank you, sir,” she replied de- ■ an^ ycu won t lose by It. /Ind every
word rou can overhear is worth a
----, three-carat diamond. Steady there!
Then, ?vi- J
bition should not be labeled. Fortu-
nately he was combated by another
delegate, and the opinion of the mem-
bers .generally seemed to be with the i
latter. There is no doubt of the1
the girl from under his bushy brows, growirg value of museums of all sorts t
"Well?” he demanded. "If a ’whole I as educational factors, but their im-
hundred dollars’ has shrunk so quick- I jrtanee and usefulness would be •-
fact, the general comment of the pub- krowledge and culture.
! lie is tnat there are not labels'enough, that our distinguished
Few tisitois are profound students.
They .50 to learn, and a stuffed ani-
dollars!” repeated nial, a picture or an
eons
* H’m!
possibly have equaled. "A whole hun-
dred dollars? Why, now could a poor
tnUnhnnA nnpratnr lik-P mp make so "‘v“ '"-“‘“J I wltn ner as ail Uiat: Mara s ueiecuves
shut € yes alon8 the nearly deEerted ' must be foolish-house graduates. V\ ,11
mucn money. corridor. Standish hurried across to
"Here s the idea. replied Blake, 1
wearying of matching a cudgel against i
a hatpin, and coming straight to the ,
pith cf the matter. “I’ve sent for
Standi?h to come here because I want 1
to have a talk with him. When I'm t
through, [’ll go away. And the chances
are that he’ll go straight to the tele-
phone and call up some one.
‘some one’s’ number 1 want.”
Wanda, smiling
comprehension, i
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