Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 25, 1917, Page 2

THE CASPER DAILY TRIBUNE Novelized From the of the Same Name Motion Picture Play by George Kleine Copyright, 1916, by “Adelaide M. Hughes SYNOPSIS." Jpont pushed him back and stalked ona }out In a towering fury. He ordered Plerpont afford, with his dau the newspaper raiders off. They bom- ae Oe Ee aes *|barded him with questions. He hat to take refuge In the house, He re- Indians. rescuer, Fre leaves school and m r; he has forgotten ¢ persuades her to forgive } ‘s wint tensely Jen with Glort Gloria. De neau’s fins aw, Pierpont Stafford. Lois thre dire punishment. Her husband, brother David, becomes suspicious. Fre- neau plans to have Mulry send Gloria a bunch of telegrams. Gloria sees fre window ar ttack made upon Fr Doctor Roy¢ Later, a tel comes from Freneau telegrama are returned. supposed suicide of Freneau repc Gloria swears to find the mur. Royce tells what he r. Stafford. To- ndal from the paper derer of her lover. uees them in Glo ainst her. ria goes David's country home meets M who flees at once. Gloria insists on Again | ng to Palm Beach, y He } es for the ed Indian chief. He not Freneau was tella he her reacu attends night court sho soes . also the tramp who attacked But Judge Freeman releases bi She follows the tramp when he leaves the court, and falls into the hands of holdup She finds herself In a low ealoon d is se- lected _b of is part- ner. 1x ? awa her and whe down 4 riot o e hall raided and the ncluding Gloria and Hoyce, is arrested and taken before Judge Freeman. FOURTEENTH EPISODE The Floating Trap by her one-} | turned to the dining room livid with rath. He ordered the servants out. hundered ut Gloria. »w you see what would have hap- pened If you had told the police about | your delirtum !” | THe stormed on, Gloria trying vainly j to break in. At last he was exhausted and she spoke: | “But, daddy, it was no delirium. “Thank henven, nobody knows of sour escapade,” Plerpont Stafford was just saying to his daughter Gloria. She had declined to be frightened by his scow! and had almost won him to a smile across his brenkfast coffee cup when his es fell on the headlines of the morning paper. He nearly went over backward. The butler, who was stenling a glimpse of the headlines over his master’s shoulder, nearly went over forward. Pierpont threw the paper down In a tage. Gloria picked it up, and what she rend ensed her mischievous smile with one whisk, This is what she read: POLICE NET GLORIA STAFFORD. Millionatre’s Be: cent I atiful Daughter, a Re- Caught in Raid on *butan Side Dance Hall. Dr, Stephen Royce Battered in Brawl. Gloria w stupefied, She faze while her father went the other papers. Equally hateful headlines or worse were in all of them. He pushed them before her. She Aushed them to the floor. Then broth- | er David cawe in, his hat and over- ‘ Gloria Telephones For Doctor Royce. coat still on. He carried a bundle of papers, too. He was furious. Gloria meekly waived him and his papers away, Pierpont glowered at her. David sat down and glowered at her. ‘The miserable silence was invaded oy the second man who appeared and ec ported : “If you please, sir, there's an army af reporters at the door.” Glorla threw up her hands In sur- pnmler. David sprang to his feet. Pler- The Butler Gives Stas a Bath. I saw poor Dick murdered. Last night proved it, for I saw the man who killed him. Why did the judge let him go. Why don't you want him cap- tured?” Pierpont stared at her, then took her to the window and pointed to the crowd of reporters. He shook the newspapers under her eyes, saying: “My one and only reason for silence is this publicity! It is horrible!” To one of Gloria's training and pos!- Uon the reporters were almost more perilous than the police, Suddenly she stared and pointed out of the window at two forlorn, ragged figures strolling up the drive as if they had wandered from the slums and were logt. They were the waiter, Casimir, and his little boy, Stas, whom Giorla had befriended at the night | court. She had forgotten them anda | now they arrived at the most inoppor- | tune moment, Casimir had Gloria's ecard in his hand, He saw the report- | ers and v une He pushed | through and rang the doorbell, Gloria insisted on their admission and greet- | ed 2 warmly, | Plerpont stared at the shabby walt- | er in disgust. He looked at atch, Ue started to go. Gloria na She told him that she b the waiter a job, Plerpone ald he had no Jobs for waiters. Then me ordered Gloria to lunch with him at the Bank- | ers’ club, | “The very idea,” she exclaimed. “Set | Casimir a Job there.” | | } ‘In those clothes Pierpont claimed, “Buy him a new outfit,” was Gloria's solution, Fierpont was enraged, but she had her way as usual, and he motioned the waiter to come with him. Casimir kissed Gloria's hand. The boy tried to follow him and clung to him in ter- ex- ror. Gioria knelt down and called the boy. 8S! ran to her and let Casimir go with Pierpont, The boy Stas looked about the room as if he were tn heaven and Gloria the | winged angel that flew there with him. | He threw his arms around her again! lest he fall back to earth, The butler | in horrer took the boy’s dirty hand from Glorla’s shoulder and tried <1 cleanse it on a napkin. It blackened the nopkin, but the hand was not visibly ble: ed, Florin laughed, put the boy In a at the table, and called for r bowls. The butler brought two. called for soap and a towel. was appalling. The butler al- most mutinied, Then she washed the child’s hands with soap in the finger bowls. They turned out to be sur- prisingly white. She drew a wet towel down his cheek and it left a white canal. She laughed again, but more soberly. She pondered a minute, then made up her mind and motioned to the butler; “Griggs, what he needs is a bath. You tuny give him one.” | wardrobe | earefully selecting the clean streak on his face, and assured him that Griggs was a nice man. She watched while Griggs led the boy by one clean finger | to the servants’ wing and one of Its bathtubs. Then she ran into her own room, She called up her father’s tall- | or, only to learn that it would take | three weeks to make the boy's clothes, ‘He could not possibly wait! She banged the receiver on the hook and ran through the telephone book till she found the number of a large men’s | furnishing establishment. A gentlemau answered the telephone. “Send me sev boy has to have,” Gloria demanded. When the rk ventured to ask what his nts were Gloria an- surements? How do I su have to have them?” When he said that he did, Gloria called for her maid, a pencil, a tape | me ure, o plece of paper, and ran to |} the servants’ quarters. She was about to enter ¢ of the doors when she |caught a glimpse that made her re- | | treat. Old Griggs, with coat off, sleeves rolled up, and a towel for apron, was just lowering the boy into the steam- ing water. He dropped the boy with }a 8F h and, whirling, flung himself against the door. He spoke through it jin a shocked manner, motioning boy to hide In the suds. Gloria ex- plained, Griggs opened the door a lit- tle and clutched the tape measure. | He took the boy’s dimensions and | called them out to Glorin, who repeat- | | ed them to her secretary-maid. Griggs | had to thrust his arms Into the water two or three times to reach the boy's | knees and heels. He was most glori- ously unhappy. Gloria ran back tc the telephone and resumed negotiations with the clerk. When he had transcribed the numbers, he promised to deliver the goods in a jiffy. A jiffy is a long time to a boy just out of a tub, and when Griggs explained to Gloria that Stas’ entire consisted of one Turkish towel and two safety pins, she had more thinking to do. She solved the problem by sending her maid to fetch a palr of her silk pajamas. By and by there was a knock at the door, and Griggs carried in Master Stas. The pajamas were worlds too big for him, but he was almost unrec- izably improved—white and pink with curls of gold and the eyes of a cherub. The laundries do not always dainty | al of everything a) the | Tne boy began to cough, to turn red and purple in the face, and to shake with paroxysms. “O, dear! O, dear!” Gloria moaned; “he’s had a bath, and it’s given him pneumonia, ‘The doctor! Quick, 1 must get him to the doctor!” Dr. Stephen Royce was trying to the proverb, “Physician, heal He was dressing the wounds of battle he had received the night fore in Gloria’s defense. He was ering his fist and approving it for od work when a-caller was en- inced. It was Lois Stafford. She 1 repented of her affair with the ead Frer and was trying to live it 3 was both temptation She wanted to know if there wrt Royce te poor people in plenty and lonely sick. He gave her the address of some of his pati who would never pay, t whe with none tne nts he treated as leaving she met Gloria in with the boy. Royce was 1] because Gloria looked angry. ild have been delighted at the t of possible jealousy. Gloria cold- informed bim of the boy's bath its terrible consequences, She » the boy cough for the doctor, yee did not seem impressed as Gloria had been. nd He set the boy to laughing and got him | to put out his tengue by making faces ut him which the boy mocked, Then he said: “It's nothing. In the throat, “IT guess s tickled all over, He gave the boy a lozenge for medi- and turned to Gloria. She asked him again why he had tried to deceive her about the delirium. “Why don’t you tell me the truth now? What {s Lois to you?” _ Royce protested that Lois was noth- ing to him and that a doctor has his secrets—like a priest. Gloria was furi- She gathered up the child and was about to storm out, but she paused, meditated, whirled, and went to him impulsively. ‘orgive me. You saved my life twice. You fought for me then, why ugalnst me now?” He answered sadly, “I am not fight- ing ngainst you, Gloria. Some day yeu will know it, but not from me.” Gloria went out sadly and Royce in- Stas confessed. “I am ous, send things back better than they went, but Stas had gone out a grimy pauper and he came back a prince. Glorin embraced him, called to the maid for a pair of her satin mules for his bare feet, and took him in her lap and combed his curls. He was her new doll, and she wept a little into those curls to think that she would never have a child of her own. She remembered her own chiidhood nnd the nursery where she and her brother had been Indulged In every toy that money could buy or Ingenuity in- vent. She hastened up to the great room which she had not visited for years. Poor Stas had never had any nursery besides the streets or any toy except some pitiful makeshift. He did not really know how to play. Gloria had! dulged In a little delirium of his own, cursing his luck in managing always to have his devotion misunderstood, He was glad that Lois repented her lalson with Freneau, but he wished that she had chosen some other person for father confessor or some other time to call. In the majestic blue dining roomy of the Bankers’ club, Gloria found Casimir alrendy installed. Pierpont's influence had secured the engagement for him and money had provided the neat costume that changed Casimir almost as much as Stas had been changed, The-captain waiter placed a eushion on a chair for Stas and mo- tioned Casimir to lift him into It. Casimiv had not yet recognized his own boy, disguised as he was with a bath and rich men's clothes. But Stas “Thank Heaven, Nobody Knows of Your Escapade!” to teach him, with the horn and drum. He pounded and blew till Gloria covered her ears. He tried to climb the hobby horse with the drum still on. He got off head fi soon tered the flerce steed. His attention was attracted by a pic tere of Indians on the walls. They were doing a scalp-tango about a white captive. Stas wanted to know all about it. He had thought Gloria -an angel before, but she grew still more wonderful when she told him that she herseif had been an Indian captive. Te seemed to be a trifle disappointed when he learned that she had never been herored by being tied to a stake. She saved herself a little by explain- ing: tied to a stake if I hadn't been res- cued by Mr. Fre—i meon, Doctor Royce.” Then she fell {nto such a deep med- Itation that Stas could hardly recall her to finish the story. It was not yet ended when the butler and the second man marched in with two towers of pasteboard boxes—Stas’ trousseau had arrived, Now there was excitement, indeed, and Gloria and Stas forgot the mere He was an apt pupil | recognized his father and hugged him with vigor to the amazement of Aunt Hortensia, who had been invited to the luneheon so that she and Plerpont might agree on some new interest for t on the other side, but he | Gloria. They agreed to postpone the task till after luncheon. By that time Gloria had flown, : As the luncheon neared its last course Casimir was beckoned out by an anxious-looking waiter. When he returned she was evidently suffering a great emotional strain. He made blun- ders and was so excited that when Pierpont rebuked him Gloria took pity on him and asked him what the trou- ble was. The captain was aghast. For a waiter to have personal troubles during a meal was as bad ns for a sol- “I_might have been worse than | dier to stop a battle to write a letter home. But Gloria was “she who must be obeyed.” Casimir told her that he had just re celved word that his wife had been sent back from the hospital. He broke |. down and clung to the weeping Stas. Gloria could not understand. She sald, “But I should think you would be glad to have your wife sent back.” “No, no,” Casimir sobbed. “Poor people who are going to die are sent away from the hospital so they will Indians in the thrill of dressing and being dressed. Gloria began to fear not die there.” Gloria was furious. She proposed Old Griggs muttered and shook his} that she had adopted a hopeless fop | to ‘investigate the hospitals and turn head. Gloria gave him one of the looks! when she saw how Stas strutted in/out the fiends in charge. Meanwhile she ruled her father with. “Run along, his finery, In his Knickers and frilled | she. insisted on going to Casimir’s now, while I telephone for a complete | shirt, his starched collar, silk tie, pat-|home and taking Casimir with her. ent leather shoes, and derby hat, he| She paused only to telephone Doctor trousseau for him.” Griggs groaned. Stas did not want | looked like a pocket Beau Brummel. | Royce to meet her there. He was dif- not some work she could do. | ld her that there were always | to be as much; 1 ©. id KCEINE. as away with Casimir and Stas, while Hortensia and Pierpont held up their hands in despair of her. When Gloria’s chauffeur and foot- man heard the address she gave then they thought they had misunderstood. She repeated it in most positive tones. They raised their eyebrows in a way that insinuated, “What next?” Coincidences do happen now and | then in real life—not quite so often or |so gracefully as in fiction, and yet once in a while. In fact, coincidences make life wifit it Is. And so it chanced that the murderer of Dick Freneau whom Gloria had followed from the night court had found a hiding place in the same block where Casimir lived, Gloria recognized the region as soon as her limousine turned into it. She recognized the saloon and dance hall where she had found and lost her man. But she did not recognize the murderer's daughter in the crowd that gathered about the unusual limousine when it drew up along the garbage cans. Nell Trask was looking for her fath- er, and she paused to see the fine lady descending from the palace car. In Nell’s arms was the child of Richard | Freneau, a beautiful creature like its father. Gloria, hurrying through the crowd, could not help pausing to ad- jmire the baby and to tweak the little | finger it held up. There for a moment the two women paused with Dick Freneau’s child between them; and neither dreamed that the other had ever heard of him. Gloria passed on into the tenement and Nell went to seek her father. When Gloria was led up and up a gloomy staircase to the one dismal, barren room which Casimir and his wife and their child had had to call home, she felt that she had no right to complain’ of any. woes that had befal- len her, The sick mother was outstretched on an old bed by a dark window. A neighbor's wife, who introduced her- self as “Mrs, Slattery, thank you kind- ly,” was sitting by her. Casimir ran |to his wife, and gasping with terror at her appearance, dropped on his |knees. She embraced him with long | white arms so gaunt that they fright- ened Gl Stas ran to the other side of the bed and clambered up. His mother turned, stared at him, and only realized after a long look that to her poor bosom with a sob of piti- ful rapture. Mrs. Slattery rubbed off a chair with her apron and invited Gloria to rest herself, but Gloria went to Casimir’s wife. The wretched woman clutched her hands and held them to her cheek, while Stas and Casimir both explained to her who Gloria was. They told her what miracles Gloria had performed and they plainly hoped for another, but Gloria was filled with a dread that money would be useless here. She promised glibly, but her heart felt helpless. Doctor Royce came at last and she had some hope that he might redeem the life of the yictim of life. He made his examination and spoke cheerfully enough, but Gloria was sure from his tone that he was lying, too, She led him out into the hall to question him. He shook his head gloomily. Gloria protested. ‘ “xi surely there must be some way to help her!” “Not in this cavern,” Doctor Royce insisted. “Of course if she were in the country somewhere—in the air un- der the sky—but what chance has she of that?” That was so easy that Gloria laughed aloud. “Oh, if that is all, Pi furnish the alr and the sky. F'll take them all up to our country place at once. You get them ready. Ill go tell my father that we are expecting guests." - “But what will he say to—” “What does it matter what he says?” sald Gloria as she ran back into the dingy hall to scatter good news like flowers. She ordered Royce to attend to the details of transportation and hurried away to inform her father that she had invited three strangers to his country estate. Gloria’s feet skipped to leave Gloria, but she kissed him,|And then her rapture turned to alarm. | ficult to understand as a man, but asa! down the stairway aud she was hum- he was hers, Then she gathered him [ She Heard Voices oi Anger Coming Up. Just a Uttle tickling | doctor he was ideal. So Gloria dashed | ming as she stepped into the Imousine and told the footman, “The office!” The car started and was checked al- most at once by a tangle of trucks, Gloria, looking about impatiently, caught sight of Nell Trask and her father just leaving the opposite tene- ment. She recognized the old man. She was dumfounded. As she gazed, they were lost in the crowd. She saw that the car could not be turned around. Every moment was precious, Impulse told her not to lose this pre- cious chance. She obeyed impulse. Without pausing to inform the chauf- feur, Gloria opened the door, dropped out, and ran after the Trasks. She picked them up again after a while. She saw a policeman. She resolved to order him to arrest the criminal. As she hesitated, she saw Trask stop and tenderly relleve the weary Nell of her baby’s weight. He fondled and nuzzled the child and laughed with a grandfatherly foolishness. Gloria turned away from the policeman. She followed ‘at a little distance, wondering what to do. The best thing would be, she felt, to find out where he lived. She followed for blocks. The Trasks climbed the stairs of the elevated. Gloria went up after them. She took the mext car on the same train. It seemed that they would ride on forever. Far uptown they got out. Gloria got out. She trailed them at a greater distance now because the streets were sparsely populated. The street sloped sharply down to the river. Moored to the wharves where a number of huge, cumbrous barges. To one of thesé the Trasks clambered. They went down into it through a cabin door. Gloria was in a plight. She had traced her fugitive to his home. But his home was about to move. A tough- looking tugboat with a tough-looking crew was already fastening a towline Play. to the barge. There was no policeman in sight anywhere. The men loitering about the barges did not appeal to Gloria as desirable Samaritans to for help, ; Bir. Another of Gloria’s impulses stirred her feet almost against her will. ran along the wharf, crossed a § Hs