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" 1. pepellion. re lovelizatl ¢ “The Chorus {me : Lady” wes, Made (le By John W. Harding. | wommestana, 2000, by 0, 7, Dininsnas Oo | grworsm oF PRECEDING so gainey it © Virginia horse A Lo jew York je Haeriaia Brien, te a ‘whose fathe | BES eh cata ae Soe ad i eyetorh, Cranford comes ae few Yorker Fioh_ Ni nh takes, flirts with quarrels the mage. of Crawtord. ‘The latter ‘comes home. She Tater's desire to go On asks Patricia to marry decides to wait until catches Craw- irl from wage. Mallory 5 but sh coe . Mat ulus improve,» Pacriois Es Kiesing Nora. | To sare thes! finds hi er wh takes her to New York “ht. ora, rus 1 crying ee the company has just tried to kiss CHAPTER X. (Continued.) In the Chorus. ATSY ran out and shouted after the man: “Say, you beast—yes, you—you leave my sister alone! D'you hear?” ‘Ag she re-entered, still anathemacizing the tenor, Simpson rose belligerently. “You're speaking about a friend of mine," she said. “Oh, fade away, Stmpson—tade quick!” ordered Patsy who, roused at the &> | tions of the tenor, was in no humor to waste words upon her Simpson lunged for the only vulner- able point in the girl's armor. “] suppose you're insinuating your sis- ter’s so much better than I am?" she a | | er ae hs “Well, I should hope #0." replied the unsuspecting Patsy. with emphasis. “Oh, Miss Simpson"—Nora began to But the woman was not to be de- terred. Her polnard found the vulnar-| able epot, and the stab was deep. | “Don't Miss Simpson me,” she almost) screamed. “I'm sick of your giving) yourself aire and pretending to be so good and virtuous. You're a little) gneak. Do you think I'm golng to put) up with your sister's impudence and me knowing what I do about you?” | Patsy went pale. ‘What do you mean?” she demanded. | ‘what do I mean? Ask her about her friend Crawford!” “Crawford!” + “Yes, your sweet little sister, who's toa good to associate with me, Is carry- tng on with Dick Crawford, going out to lunch with him, making dates aftor the show, playing his tips Ye're all playing the tips he gives her. “It’s a Lie!” “T's a Met” “ask any of the girls, Look at her and then tell me it's a lie.” “Bey f'e @ le! Nora, honey lamb, pay it’s a lle,” entreated Patsy wildly. Nora did not answer. Gimpeon, her triumph complete, swept toward the door. As she went out she stopped for a moment to gloat over her stricken foe and discharged this | Parthian shot: “You'd better look at home, Miss Patsy O'Brien, before you cast slurs on other people's characters.”” When Simpson had gone Patsy re- «mained for a moment speechless, gazing | wildly at her sobbing sister. Then she went to her, pulled her hands from her | face and heli her by the shoulders. | Nora, look at me!" she commanded. * “Have you—have you gone to the bad?” ‘The girl's sobs stopped instantly. She | threw up her head and looked her sister jn the eyes, while an angry flush suf- fused her pale cheeks. “Why, Patsy!” she exclatmed. There was an indignation, a fearless- ness in the words that rendered doubt | impossible. Patsy clasped frantic joy. Confessions. “Thank God! cried. For a few minutes the ters re- mained close clasped !n each other's ‘arms. Patsy was the first to recover her composure. Then, in her business- ike way, she started in to learn all about It. row, tell me—what about that Craw- ford?” she questioned Nora told her that they had met—by echance—and he liad spoken to her. “But Simpson said he'd been blow!n’ you off to lunches, Is !t true? Have you lunched with him?" to her heart in her thank God!" she} “Yes, once’ admitted Nora, reluct- ently. “Only once? Are you sure?” ‘Well, may have been twice,” she * owned, becoming restive under the eross-examination. ‘He's vi kind,"" “Kind! The dog! Is It kind gettin’ you ‘talked about, compromisin’ you, | p-you Mttle fool?" “He's not a ¢ he's a thorough gentleman,” Nora protested with some warmth. “At least you ain't made no dates with him after the show. She ted when she said that, I know. You ,couldn't, ‘cause you had to leave the ‘theatre with me every night. But why didn't you pipe me off that you'd seen him?" Rebellion! This time Nora broke out in open “I don't have to tell you overything I do, I'm not tiled to your apron @trings,” she answered defiantly. A hard look came into Patsy's blue eyes, “Nora,” she sald sharply, “don't give ™e none of your lip, or you'll be sorry. You're keepin’ somethin’ back. Hand «WB eut, ant hand it out quick. If you dete 8 wad i cus anyaue, aw 2 & ROMANCE OF NEW YORK AND ITS THEATRICAL LIFE, Chorus Lady. FOUNDED ON THE PLAY OF THE SAME NAME By James Forbes, PPDBDOBDOOOOODOODOOQODGHOQOOPGHODOHGGODHSS | Faces on his say so? Out with itl” | know?" ‘note without payin’ for It, rriqdqay, june Z20, L1YUS. Put pop an’ mom next to your goin's on, You know what that’ mean. You'll be yanked home so quick you'll think you got there by wireless.” “There ain't anything more to tell," @he said, weakening. “Don't ie! warned Patsy, “What 1s | there to them tips Simpson yawped about? Have you been playin’ the “Ye-es," she faltered “Well? | A Fair Embezzler. “Ho helped me to win money, and he| helped me out of debt," she sald, hang- ing her head. "Debt!" echoed Patsy, astonished. “Who d'you owe money to, I'd like to “Tho girls.” “How, the girls? What d'you meant’ “I placed their bets on the Montgom- ery Handicap. Mr. Crawford gave me the tips. Thay won, but—but I wanted some things to wear to go to lunoh with him. I felt mean and shabby in those swell places. They were awful dear, especially the furs, and—and I| didn't have enough left to pay all the| bets." “Well, «0 on about the bets,” “I tried to win back what I had nt. I plunged and lost !t all.” How much {s it?! demanded Patsy. “Three hundred dollars," sobbed Nora. Forgery. “Three hundred @ollars! My God! What's Crawford to you that he'd give ou so much money? Say—speak!"’ Why, nothing. He didn't give It to me. It was business. He lent It to me | I sgned a paper. Mr. Crawford sald! to sign pop's nam: | “And you did? You forged his name?" demanded Patsy, her voice) trembling with her agitation. i} “Forged it? No, I just signed—oh,| my God!" | The realization that she had done! something terrible dawned upon her. People were sent to prison for doing that very thing. “Patsy. help me. help me! What shall I do?” she moaned, wringing her hands. “He has us in a trap.” sald Patsy. “He can make pop pay that money, an’ nop ain't eot no $300 and couldn't get It Nora. Nora, what have you don For & moment she was crushed and held her head, trying to think of a way to escape from the consequences of her er's act. We must get that note back,” she exclaimed at length. ‘We've simply got to have it." “Perhaps he'd give tt me back." Nora, with sudden hope. ‘He was very kind, He laughed about it at the time. I'll promise to pay him when I can. He's asked me many times to take supper at his apartments after the show. I'll go this very night. I'm sure he’ll give it to me. “Are You Crazy?” “Go to his roome! Are you crazy? Ain't you got no gumption at all?’ de- manded Patsy with angry impatience at her sister's absolute inability to see the wrong and the danger of such a sten. ‘Do you think you can get that an’ payin’ dear? Don't you understand—can't you understand—after all I've told you? No, no. I'll get {t from him, I'll go to his office to-morrow an’ tell him a thing or two that'll make him sit up an’ see straight." “He won't give tt to you." sald Nora doubtfully. “He doesn’t Ike you. If you make him angry he'll tell father and? — “If he makes a move like that you'll tell pop first.” said Patsy grimly, >, oh, no, we mustn't tell He'd never forgive me. ‘To Nora there was no way out of the situation. All avenues of escape ap- peared to be barred to her. Exposure} and disgrace menaced her. The whole| universe seemed to be crumbling about | her. | “Oh, why did you bring me here?" she wailed helplessly. | She sank Into a chalr and, her arm on the back of ft, her face and burst into tears. The reproach went to Patsy's heart lke a heavy blow. She forgot that her sister had insisted upon coming, would H&ten to no remonstrances and had ac- oused her of being selfish and jealous when she had sought to dissuade her. She took all the blame to herself. Flight! “Why did I bring you here?’ she said, remorsefully, going to the girl and placing her hand on her shoulder. “Because I felt it in me bones he'd come snoopin' around after I was gone, An' I brings you here right to him, makin’ it easy an’ convenient for him to play his little game. How he must} be givin’ me the laff! He knew I was/ next, I swore to mom I'd look after | you an’ see no harm ‘u'd come to you. If this gets home, it seems to me, I couldn't ever look her in the face id Pop. leaning covered re was a knock at the door. Patsy found one of the employees of the the- atre there. “Miss O'Brien,” he sald, “Mr. Mal- lory ast me to tell you that your father an’ mother was in front with him to- night an’ weuld you pleass hurry after the show.” op and mom! I can't face them Ing up in panic. “Hush, hush!” sald Patsy, soothingly, “Brace up, honey lamb.” | “1 can't da to-night—I can't—it's | no use," she declared. ‘I'm sick." “But you got to dance,” insisted Pat- sy. ‘The curtain's goin’ up, Stay here a minute. I'll get somethin’ from Coote 0b ; ar I can’t face them!" cried Nora, spring- gazed around her distiactedly, got to go to him. I can’t, face | and mom without that note," she Act's on!" shouted tie running along the corridor. call boy out and stopped him. ora tushed at @ a cab, quick—quic! whe soins Fete All the Comforts of Home. CHANCES) FOR HIS. YLL BET THIS BEATS SmiTH’sS See IF SMITH ONLY KNEW WHAT HE ~ HAS missep!! MR. SMITH’S WILL POWER 1S SOMETHING WONDERFUL. wees DAISY PLEASE TURN THE COLO WATER ON FOR ME WHILE 1 OH SMITH HAS THE RIGHT Dope! \ By Gene Carr NO BOYS.1'™ GOING HOME ANO TAKE A COLO BATH. MY WIFE KAS an ENGAGE MENT FOR ME THIS EVEING. 2 IT Got YWONDER WHAT THE BoYS ARE DOING Now! eee HANG IT ALL! 1 CAN BATHE IN THAT MUD! YLL HAVE To LET C4, 1s MAN BUT An \NGRATE, }) SvASTERS ? FY 86 6 EE 8 EE EF EE EEE HKG A ST SH KILS LAS LA LSASIALISAASABLARABBAAAA ‘ % % Betty Vincent Gives Favice On Qourtship - Marriage % % % Be te ot tt Lobes at Sixteen. Dear Betty: AM sixteen years old and in love | with @ young man of seventeen. We had a quarrel and now he doesn't speak to me nor notice me when we| meet. What shall I do? I know he cares for me. I am broken hearted. MARIETTE. You are too young to love anyone. | Wait several years before you begin to| think of men as anything but good friends, Devote yourself to outdoor ex- erclse and good, wholesome books. | She Is Already Married, | Dear Betty: AM a young man twenty years old and I have been keeping company | with a young lady about twenty- five years old for the last ten months. About six or seven weeks ago a young man informed me that she was his wife, She admits the young man's statement, but said that she left her husband and went home to her parents when her husband had the misfortune to lose his position, although he was a man of good habits, I am atill oalling There 1s only one of whom I am fond. on her. Kindly let me know if you! But she !s of an extravagant nature think her husband can make any and does not care for housekeeping, She trouble for me, as he has warned mets very taleated in both art and muslc. to keep away from his wife | Do you think I should still call on the G. H. M. other girls, who are more domestica d meyreoner UP. nO matter how much you /and would be more sultable to :..7 purse, honorable thing to do. ‘The ‘husbena of should I try to pc unde the ane of can make most serious trouble for you whom I am fond to my way of think- if you do not. ing? D. G. Too Extrabagant for Him. If you were very much 1: love with Dear Betty: | the young lady you would not be so un- [‘ twenty-three years old. I visit | decided on the subject. However, if you four very charming young ladies, really » care for her you will have to and all of them are very fond uf mo. | take her with all her faults as weil as How to Keep Juice in a Pie. NY one who has ever had the Juice trom an apple, rhubarb or other A ple run all out into the oven while baking knows Just how annoying it is. I have overcome the difficulty, says a writer in the Woman's Home Companion, by taking a strip of clean white cloth, about an inch wide and long enough to lap when put around the edge of the plate, wringing it out of hot water, doubling together lengthwise, and pinning tight around tho edge of the plate. When the ple is baked, take off this rm, and you will find the Juice in the ple instead of in the oven, Clarence the Cop j Notice SPOONING 15 PROWIBITED IN PUBLIC PARKS POLICEMEN Must ENFORCE THIS ORDER GOOD WORK, CLA A DID THAT TO SEE IF You WERE TF 5 WY MACK! Yy YY UM-M-M-M! RENCE!.| SUST y her virtues. If the young lady ts sum- ciently fond of you she will endeavor to suit her tastes to your means, She Feels Neglected, | Dear Betty: A has been keeping company with @ gentleman for three years. They are not engaged, but there 14 an understanding between them. The young man is fond of pleasure, and occasionally goes to a dance. The girl does not complain, as he has never [taken any other girl, but her girl friends say that he Is taking advan- | tage of her quiet disposition. He al- ways calls regularly, Is this girl jus- tifled in feeling put out when he men, tions having been to these place: The girl 1s overlooking better chances. She loves him dearly. WARK. The girl is very foolish to feel neg-| lected. If she 1s not engaged to the| man she has no right to demand all of his atttention. She should not object to his attending dance one if she will not attend them with him. By C. W. Kahles Ni Yy Mi Wy A STOOL PIGEON! IY YOUNG lady of quiet disposition! | | | to give | effect. | trom the border, which ) cut DOCCBECECLOOO She Walked Right In And Turned Around And Proposed But It Wa 000 D000 T00000, 0000000.) Only a Dream. By Joseph A. Flynn. OHN SIMPKINS was seated in the cozfest chair in the parlor, eagerly devouring the latest novel, when there was a violent ringing at the bell; and She wa: @nnounced, She hung her hat and coat on the rack in the hall, found an easy chair, and proceeded to hunt for a cigurette. The probable state of the weather for the coming six months was thoroughly hashed over, and all the latest playa were discussed; and then there was a short silence, He played the latest musiorl “hits” on the plano for her benefit, showed her the latest faces in the album; and then both, as if acting under a common impulse, grad- uated to the coxy sofa, and mat side by side. How long they sat there without speaking John hasn't | the lenst idea, Al! he remembers is that she suddenly grasped nis hand, and vhispered, “I could hold these pretty fingers for ever and ever, my guiding tar!” John's handsome face was suffused with dlus! and his large, brown eyes | slowed with a strange light, like a now shovelful of coal on the fire. “with this tiny band in mine I could be » hero bold, end “John,” she said, Ute would be one long, ineffable dream of bl Poor John was too amased to peak. He pinched himself to see if he was atill awake, He was; but all he could do was to stare straight ahead on the Tug in front of him. “Our two hearts will beat as one,” she continued, enciroling bis waist with her strong arm, “and we will trip along Life's uneven path, deing careful to dodge the cobblestones and unpaid bills, With you by my aide I could stewe off tne gaaman for another month, and even talk back to the janitor, Will you be mine, fair one?” John sald nothing, but held on to the edge of the sofa, “Well, what have you got to say?’ she demanded fi a “I-I-I-1 he stammered. endeavoring to find: bi pocket handkerchie? at the same time. 7 oe ae ae “Oh, John, you've made me the happiest woman on earth!” she exclatmed, Kissing him on both cheeks, and patting his curly head, “T'll fix the whole thing up with your father to-morrow night in a Pinoohle game. We'll be mar ried In @ week. your mother can come and live with us, and on our honey. moon we'll take in Niagara Falls, Washington and Coney Ieland’— is) Hee We tens ve There was a violent crash somewhere in the vicinity of John’s left ear, and he awoke. He was sitting in his favorite chair. His two No. 0's were deposited on the beautiful table cover that {t took sister three years to crochet; his hat was the centre of a atrang: rtment of combs, collar buttons, photo- graphs, razors, shaving soap and hair brushes on the dresser; and his cost sraoed a corner of grandmother's picture on the wall. The mantel was deo- | orated beyond description with fragrant pipes of all ages, cigar ends and burnt | Matches; over In one corner of the room ‘half a dozen collars and a white tle were mixed up in the weekly debris of the apartment, while various other ar Ucles of wearing apparel were suspended from the chandelier. Long and earnestly he gazed at the scene; the letter he hed been reading dropped from his fingers to the floor; unconsciously he kicked a colored vest under the ‘bed, put on his coat and hat, and went out and down the lonely stairs, muttering, “Gosh! if dreams only came true!” Cool Drinks for Summer. ee RASPBERR RY SHRUB. ASPBERRY shrub is one of the most wholesome of summer drinks, Select only the best and ripest of dlackcap raspberries and pour over them just enough of pure cider vinegar to cover. Let the frult stand in this for forty-eight hours in a cool place, then strain through a cheese- cloth bag, squeezing hard to extract every bit of juice. Measure, and to ‘every pint of juice allow one pound of sugar. Boll five minutes, skim care- fully, then bottle, sealing tightly. When ready to serve add two tablespoon- fula.of the sorub to each glassful of cold water. ALMOND DRINK. 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