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ady (Copyright, thoughts, because she was Shoe drew her wrap close shivered perceptibly, although the and warm breeze through the open Suddenly she withdrew her gaze jeepened. Clearly jeizing {t in her leces out into the night. ‘The very worst of them all!” Bitting beside Charlotte in the sively stout figure of a man, sleep forward until it rested on his shirt backward until it disiosed the glis Sweet content hac “Wasn't it simply awful, dad?” ‘There was a heave of the large fig- ure, a sigh, and a grunt “Er—ah—what?" “The play, of course. The play said Charlotte sharply "Yes, of course. ‘The play, my dear. Very fine play ning, dimly conscious the detnands of con- back for the re- And Mr. of having versation, d mainder « : “1 said,” red Charlotte in clear and cold tones, “that it was simply ful, It was a bad play!” —huh? Yes, dear, So I vad play. Improper.” : Charlotte turned a quick glance of annoyance in the direction of her som- nolent parer $ not improper. It was jus? Browning nodded vily an’, reaching out with a mechanical ges- . patted his daughter's hand. er¥es, darling-rotten,” he affirmed. nd fell asleep again Charlotte, with an y movement ff her head, turned toward the land- cape once nm determined to ig- fore her parent. ‘Then she changed er mind and, gripping Erastus P rowning firmly by the arm, shook um into a closer semblance of wake fulness than he had splayed sinve he city lights vanished behind them “What did you say about that asked Charlotte pointedly Mr, Browning did not remember hat he had said, and was cautious. “A difficult play to analyze,” he ,Meaid tentatively. Bvid tly, retorted cornfully. “Your own ear that you have alr PF was a very tine piay, and rotten.” Mr, Browni nm spots, you spots. Both—in “Which spo lentless daughte ? Charlotte nalysis 1s so dy told m improy and sighed g coughed arlotte; in sea, C Charlotte was a re- “Why—er—different spots. Excel- lent first act; fine. Interesting char- acters; good actors; nice scenery “And the second act “Ahb—the second act. Let me see now.” He rubbed his cnin sagely. +#'Ob, yes; the second act. Why—er— not #o good.” ; “It was the only act in the whole play that was even passable,” an- nouced Charlotte coldly Mr. Browning looked pained ant fisappointed. But it was too late ty # fetreat. “Can't agree with you, my dear 3 can't agree I tell you why you can't agree,” ‘eald Charlotte s because you never saw tho se You were : and once you u went to sleep sound asleep. 0} svored. You did! just before the curtain in tho firs fact and you never woke up until they blew the safe in the third act “Didn't it make a noise when the Fre By Paulir Copyright, 1918. by Phe Press Publishi OST of my readers uuderstat tenance of health, enduran of resistance to common heart. There ts condition, and thi which stimulates Without pure, ac We all know powers of the he through game HARLOTTE BROWNING gaz a} speeding limousine, idly watching the moonlit road, the poplars 4 that lay just beyond. But | her lap, where lay a crumpled and twisted theater programme, there was something offensive about the programme. hands, she tore it with a ewift movement and tossed the 1 settled itself upon Erastus P, Browning. S D ¥ why Fria Yearns to Write A Play All About Crooks And Their Devious Ways Frank A, Monsey Company.) CHAPTER I. ed from the tonneau of her father’s the dim frowning’ an landscape was not in her emphatio displeasure. about her throat with an impatient hand, and September night was sending a soft window. from the roadway and stared down at Her frown exclaimed Charlotte. tonneau was the large and aggres- ping comfortably. His chin drooped bosom, silk hat was tilted tening frontier of a pink bald head. exclaimed Mr. Browning tell you, that was a lively blew it!” hastily third act.” “Then you don't during the second?” “|-—well, maybe I took a wink now and then, my dear. Tiresome day, you know. Got to have action to keep me interested.” “Dad, I'm ashamed of you. You have absolutely no taste in plays—un- less they have a chorus and a lot of inane songs—and slapsticks.” Mr. Browning smiled faintly and reminiscently, and hoped his daugh- ter did not notice. The limousine turned in at @ deny you slept slowed down and gateway, vd tering upon a ro was arch with elms. It seemed now to be pa through a large park. There ches of rolling lawn ana ose by the road- Although a kK in reality the Mr. Browni nker long enough 6 when and where were fine s open woods, and ¢ de a tiny lake in appearance, it suburban domain © who had been a ba to acquire real est he pleased Presently flickered through car came to a stop tico. Mr. Browning handed his daugh- ter out and they entered the hou where a watchful servant was holding wide the door, Charlotte strolled In- to the great living room and tossed wrap on a chair. : c me if hi dad,” she called. “I re the lights of the house the trees and the nder a stone por- want to talk to you ’ Mr. Browning had started toward the ; he was ready for bed éd the summe , my dear, L won't keep you long. I's portant, It's about my plé “On, yes," nodded her ner. it hed?" Ht Gniy last week T told you I t written a line as yet,” she rem him , “Certainly; I remember, my dear, But I thought you might have Jashet * Mlays are not dashed off,” said lotte with dignity vel 1 didn't know,” apologized Browning humbly “First, you must have the call; that s from with ided “Then comes your tdea— your theme.” : To be sure, my of course “And then that idea must lie fallow n your mind—weeks, months, perhaps ears “As long as that?” And then your “Sometimes longer plot begins to develop. And you must live that plot yourself—live it!” adoubtedly,” said Mr. Browning, biting off the end of a cigar “And then come your characte and you live with them. ‘They sh Air Exercises And Diet Rules For Summer Health ne Furlong ng Co, (‘The New York Evening World) Good Heart Action Indispensable to Health and hedges that bordered it close, and the strip of shining river @ ud that the first ential for pacity for daily labor and power main- thi at is through active outdoor exercis: blood circulation throughout the body. only one way to bring abaut tive blood no one can be really well that in early youth the recuperative art and lungs are at their best, and and exercises which demand speed and great activity of all the muscle the he t is developed to its highest degree and kept in healthful condition. rosin When we grow older we do not gallop about like children, and many new conditions begin to develop, which demand greater care of the heart and other organs. Experts say that up to the age of thirty the system will be benefited by active and strenuous exercise, unless a great amount of superfluous flesh bas been allowed to develop and retard the heart action At about t! mineral deposits begin to form in the ar- teries. These thicken and lose their lasticity unless some regular form © age of forty © of mild exercise is followed, Golf, in middle life, is the best of all round exercise for all, because it requires many hours in the fresh air and sunshine and stimulates the sction of the heart, blood and lungs thout overtaxing the system. Of lourse, golf is a typical walking ercise, but the many with @ clubs demand not only skill, but ourage lung capacity, blood cir Wtation and active exerc for strokes ml i “Oo Golf helps lung canarity. blood | circulation and gives active ha come your own people. They are put together. Hut the characters— characters,” said Charlotte thought- where many lawors dwell by day in ple—they are real!” impossible! ‘They were not crooks; fully. tail buildings, Charlotte parked her Charlotte had taken to pacing the they were dummies, at was like Father Browning was altting up car at the curb and entered one of floor, and her father nodded admir- Punch and Judy, Dad, the real atraight in his chair. @ the dormitories. An elevator carried ingly. He was very proud of Char- crook play hasn't been written yet! Meot who? Crooks her to the eighteenth floor, and @ few lotte “T guess you're right, come to think must go to live among them,’ eps along the corridor brought her “Now, I've got my bby and part of it,” he assented. “Yes; I’m sure she answered quietly. opposite a door that bore these words of my plot,” she said, talking rapidly. you're right.” “Not—on—your—life!" on its glass pane yy’ 1G. " 7 “Phe pure mechanics of It, ¢ . And the reason {s this," pursued “Come now, dad,” sald Charlotte MARSHALL BLACKSTONE ANYTHING—AND SHE I already kuow. That's the advant Charlotte. “The people who write hastily. “Don't misunderstand the if TO HAVE of the special course I took after { these plays know nothing whatever purpose of it, It's a necessary means Attorney and Counselor at Law. left college. And now I'm coming to about their characters in real life. to an end.” She turned the knob, but the door my characters. I'm just ready to get ‘Tho true crook has never been staged “Means he hanged! You'll stick did not yield. Nor did knocking acquainted with them.” ct. His purpose, his motives, his right here bring any response. Charlotte looked She paused and looked significantly and aspirations are unknown to “Be senstble, dad yu want me at her watch; it was elght forty-five her parent the author to succeed, don’t you? o'clock. So she paced the corridor sure," 8, iT derstand the mini te diae? them @ career,” she said coldly 1@ boss sald she was a pippin,” hi# mind seemed to have moved on a MA crook play dad don't doubt that my Ittle girl “Not that kind, my dear. he observed, eyeing Charlotte, tangent Mr. Browning lifted his eyebrows Will write the best play of them all,” now, be sensible. You c It was at once an explanation and | “Just think what wonderful slightly and drew at his cigar he said confidently on crooks in the libraries and write a ‘ate compliment, ana Charlotte, YOu sometimes meet at house partie “Now Tu tand why we've been “Not becouse Iam a better play- @ hummer of a play whose perceptions were almost in- I don’t mean the society stuff. 1 mer to seven crook plays » observer wright, father,” shoe 1 deprecating- cpexe-oopagal variably keen, was not displeased, La fee of — I mean “Exactly, dad. We've been going (o4y. “But simply because I propose “rl walt for Mr. Blackstone,” she “harlotte gasped. crook plays just to satisfy ourselves find the truth before I try to wri CHAPTER I. seating herself in a comfortable ‘You mean—-"" how little the writers knew about | HE alr was crisp and sweet with in the outer room. rhe young man smiled at her. crooks,” Absolutely the right idea,” agreed the coolness of a young morn- It was after ten o'clock when an ‘Marshal Blaskstone! You're getting along fine HOME PAGE Monday, May 27 I'm “Ideals echoed “Succeed? Sure, I want you to suc- impatiently, and and aenirations?” wondered how aud le, And Charlotte, don the desk, ha told him parental P. Browning. + “Now what am I to do? manded ali obey father?” he asked. N-no; I didn’t say that “In the kid days; nodded Sunday dress—and you did.” Charlotte made a wry face. “And you also AMONG THEM,” SHE ANSWERED. prove it, remarked ceed. You can write all the plays ‘Then be added, hastily you want. But you'll not go off and live with a gang of thugs and bur- giars while I'm on earth. Good Lord, are you crazy, Charlotte? Do you think I am?" Charlotte showed symptoms of alarm. She knew how {t was on those rare occasions when her father became stubborn. “Then you don’t want me to have when lawyers made their living. It was past nine o'clock when a small boy, who whistled in an off key, emerged from an elevator, sauntered to the door of Roo 1846, which was that of Marshall ackstone, and un- locked the door, Charlotte was at his heels as he entered “Are you the lady that's getting the alvorce:!"* of running away.” “Then give up everything?” cr with a gesture of despair “By no means, Charlotte. come to that yet e them. In xtraordinary , We do not un- n. We do not know y, they are a very eeebIa. atin Sronie of tho window, while Charl restless. ‘What kind of a play Mr. Browning, slapping his’ knee Ile bowed deferentially So I am going away for a while, ing when an unmuffled road- a#ter shot into the highway from astonishingly thin young man enterod from the hall and tossed his hat on urse, dear old innocent,” in- dad.” the Browning estate and set- a table. prtty——" jarlotte. “You thought tt “Away! Why? And where?” tled {nto a brisk and steady pace to- ‘Why, Charlotte!" he exclaimed. “E haven't sald 0.” 1 good play, But it w The "LC haven't exactly decided where. ward the city. “Of course,” she began, “I Insist and to invite—crooks!”* wasn't so bad, it was we ft will be where I can meet my Var down town, tn @ nelghborhood paying for advice.” Ife shrugged and reached yy ful suggestion! 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Begin Reading This Story Now Well, 1f you didn’t insist, would,” tapping a nervous of her plans and her hopes, and also of thi veto interposed by Erastus she de- ‘Do you want me to advise you to But you always used to advise me, you know, I remember,” he “I think T once advised you to swim across the pond in your bes advised me after- ward to throw myself on the mercy of the court, and I did—and got spank- Biackstons. “That is, it you should go ahead with your plan you advise me to yield—to 4 Charlotte Tt hasn't Let's se0 now.” He spent a minute or so staring out sat When he turned to her again jotte “You mean for me to give a hous» for I think that's a perfectly wonder- she exclaimed. By Maurice Ketten J ii muaiinctsone’ cauttouny® folks bis WAS DETERMINED WAY NO MATTER “Nonsense! Of course you su 1 Blackstone promptly, and in his gested it—and it's splendid, And—but, t business manner. “I suppose ob, Marshall, I don't know any crooks you want the best grade of advice?” nvite “Now this is serious, Marshall— | “You know a whole lot of father’s really,” Business friends,” he reminded her. “Oh, let's be serious—please! It's too important for joking. How am I to get my crooks He gave due conaideration to the question “I belive [ know the very it he will consent,” he answered. a! uMicient pause. ‘He-—er—supplies crooks?” Marshall Biackstone glanced up at the ceiling as he answered: “He 1s a crook.” ‘What kind, Marshall?” was tense with interest. He's a highbrow crook; @ very supertor man, Educated and all thi you know?.”" “Has he been in prison—often?” “Never!” exclaimed Blackstone fn- Charlotte tng,” she added. dignantly. ‘I said he was a bighbrow, ‘That's so,” he nodded, “Are yoa didn’t 1? He's @ gentleman whe ready to risk anothe would grace any compan: “We're digressing,” said Charlotte ‘I had in mind,” said Charlotte hesi- primly. “Now tell moe what I'm to tatingly, “ crooks who were not—weil, do. I intend to write my play and I Mot exactly gentlemen.” Pf intend to know my people at first | “Ob, that’s all right. He knows all = “ A hand, Of course, father says I'm aa bas FA anti one commo-. a crazy.” olitan, & remarkab! MEET WHO? CROOKS?" HE ASKED. “I MUST GO TO LIVE ““"Wan 1 think he may be able to Charlotte,” LER Could I mect this—person?” ahe. 0 That could easily be arranged. He would charmed.” “What's his name, Marahalit’ “He is known as Bidwell Wright,” anid Blackstone, dropping his voice to a whis “An alla “I have never asked him, Char- lotte. ‘There are some things, your know, that are regarded as delicate subjects.” ’ “Of course,” she said baatily. Where could I see this—gentleman?” “Suppose T should bring him out to your house this evening,” uj f Blackstone after a moment's “That Is, engaged.” “Splendid! I hope you'll find him at liberty; I'm so anxious to get to work, Marshall. Is he really in ac. tive— practic “He's a consctentious worker,” re- sponded Blackstone heartily. “Done!” said Charic Don't for- get about Mr. Wright Vil phone bis ome “His office! had ofMces.” Marshall Blackstone smiled wise ‘The skyscrapers are full of ‘em, ought. he Is not professionally immediately.” I didn't know crooks it “L he said. (To Be Continued.) Original Fashion Designs For The Evening World’s Home Dressmakers By Mildred Lodewick O18, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World) Dainty Frock of New Design THIS STYLE EASY TO COPY—ONLY INEX- PENSIVE MATERIAL REQUIRED, jare of orga jy, is a narrow Cluny ‘or the! beading. A line of it tb also inserted pretlente Laan. tne 0.0 200. ncn ceemmemmnnanemmansimat, 1 AOC RRR