BRITISH WOUNDED ARRIVE AT FOLKSTONE SENSITIVE AS TO AGE
a
SYNOPSIS.
Daniel Fiada suddenly advances from *
pennlleaa miner to * mliUonates •'
co rue« ■ pow-r In the political and bual-
n«w world He haa hie eye on the cover-
zaor'a chatr. His simple, home loving wife
Calls to rise to the te w conditions.
CHAPTER I—Continued.
"Dan." she said, "1’11 tel! you some
thing. These expensive laundries ruin
your shirts right off, and when I
washed ’em they lasted a whole year.
They ain't Ironed right, either.”
“Oh. my God!” groaned Slade, help
lessly. pitying her lack of understand
ing rather than being angry with her
“1 wish you'd forget. Mary, that I
had to let you wash and scrub once.
We're up now
Let us kick the lad
der out from under us and stay up—
forget how we got here."
“But 1 don't want to forget." remon
strated the little wisp of a woman op
posite him. ”1 was perfectly content
ed those days. I ain't now. I hate
this house. I hate IL It's too big
The help scare me, so many of 'em
Td like Jest one hired girl and my old
sitting-room set.” She stopped medi
tatively. her thoughts wandering back
to the early days when her husband
took his pick and dinner pall and
tramped off to the mines, and she
sang as she bent over the washtub
and busied herself at the kitchen
stove.
Her husband sat with face averted,
his imagination carrying him far Into
the future—a vision of honor as chief
«xecu.lve of the state and power in
keeping with the untold riches he had
suxumulated.
“That's It,” he finally exclaimed. “I
want to go ahead and you want to
stick over your washtubs. I need the
suppc-rt of big people—got to mix wtth
'em. and be one of 'em. And you
won't."
“No. I don't have to,” replied Mary.
“I needn't."
"You don't see the necessity of join
ing me?” he asked, testily.
“I don't know how."
“Do you want to know how?" he
persisted.
“No,” came the provokingly indiffer
ent answer.
“You're putting the bars up tn the
middle of the road," he continued,
“and I'm making up my mind to
change things."
Suddenly M try's lips quivered and
a hurt look showed in her eyes behind
the misty tears as she realized that
whatever she did irritated her hus
band. She started to speak, but was
Interrupted by the entrance of a serv
ant. who announced that Senator
8trickland and bis daughter had just
photed to say that he and his daugh
ter would call on their way to the
opera.
Slade’s face flushed and paled at the
thought—flushed at the pleasurable
■urprise at this unlooked-for attention
from the senator, and paled as he
thought of the senator’s stunningly
gowned daughter arriving to find his
wife in a cheap, ill-fitting dress that
would have looked badly even for
morning wear.
“Mary, you look like a steerage pas
senger,” he exclaimed suddenly, turn
ing on the flustered little woman, who
was aghast at the very thought of a
call from the senator and his -augh-
ter.
“Go upstairs and dress.
I'll
make excuses and hold them till you
come down."
“I can’t,” she gasped. “I ain't got
time, anyway, and I haven't anything
to go to the opera in."
Slade leaned forward and struck
the table with his clenched fist, "Don't
you understand? You must see these
people. Tonight’s paper names me for
governor.
Strickland's influence le
more necessary to me than any other
man's in the whole state. He controls
the party. He's bringing his daugh
ter to my house.-You're meeting them
socially. Come on. now, come on”—
he became persuasive—“put on a nice
little gown and come along and show
them you can do something. We'll
hold a reception here and it'll be a
direct anewer to Wesley Merritt’s slur
on you in tonight's paper.”
Go to the opera with Katherine
Strickland—with a women who had
just returned from Europe—the wom
an who bad dined with a queen and
been feted all over the continent. Hold
a reception—hostess in this house
where she felt, save for her Dan, a
stranger. Meet people who spoke in
what to her was a strange and alto
gether unmanageable fashion
Mary caught her breath with a sob
of dismay. The very thought para
lyzed her. “I can't, Dan,” she finally
managed to blurt out. "I’d do any
thing else for you—but not this.”
“Ill not ask you again,” replied
Blade, ominously, and poor Mary, too
excited to Interpret the threat, picked
up her sewing and her newspapers
and made for the door.
"Tell them.” she exclaimed breath
lessly, “tell them I had a headache—
that's a fashionable enough excuse,
anyway.” And, terrified, she fled out
of the room as Katherine Strickland
and her father were announced.
CHAPTER II.
As Blade turned from the fright
ened, Insignificant figure of bls flee
papers put that Into your head or—"
and be pauzed significantly, "did you
put It Into the evening papers?"
Stricklands laugh was a practical
admission.
HUMAN NATURE SEEMS TO RE
"It would mean a hard fight. Blade
SENT PERSONAL QUESTION.
The water-front crowd's against you.
and you can't get on without thetr
influence.”
Walt Mason, In ths Story of tho Pre
"Not In thle town, at least," amend
ed Katherine.
historic Citizen, Sots Forth tho
"You've got to have Wesley Merritt,
Case With a Good Dsal
his paper, hie hlghfalullng editortale
of Truth.
and hie speechmaking—and his wife,"
Strickland explained.
“Ho and his
The other day an Emporia citizen
crowd run the town.”
whose whiskers have boon whitened
"Oh. you mean my neighbors?"
by the anowa of many winters was
asked Slade. "They'll come around,"
Ing wife, he saw a woman of perfect
urged to dress himself In a circus suit
he finished, meaningly.
poise and queenly carriage, a woman
and play golf. A number of the town's
“Hut. man alive! Only today Mer
a trifle haughty and Insolent In her
patriarchs aro Indulging In the game
ritt's attack on you was scurrilous. I
youth and beauty and aseured com
this season and they naturally bold to
remonstrated with him rnyeolf. He's
rnand of all the intricacies of social
the old theory "the more tho merrier."
your out-and-out enemy. I've tried to
grace and charm. Her wide, full eyes
Ilut tho prehistoric citizen refused to
get him—to—to come over and shako
met his with an engaging, frank curi
fall Into the snare of tho fowler, writes
hands, but he swears he'll never cross
osity to see thia new factor tn the po
Walt Mason in the Kansns City Star.
your threshold—"
litical world. Her gown was a tri
“I realize.” he said, “that I am merely
“
I
guess
they'll
come
when
I
want
umph of soft, shimmering silk and
a venerable ruin, and 1 am not going
'em to come," Slado Interrupted, wtth
alluring chiffon--a gown that empba
to pretend to be anything else. The
an assurance bis auditors could not
sized the charm of her proud, statu
vine and the fig tree are good enough
understand
“
In
fact.
I'm
looking
for
esque figure. She was the sort of
for me. Of course you will say that
'em
any
minute
now,
”
and
ho
consult
woman that makes a man glow with I
a man's juat as old as he feels, and
pride to present as his wife or daugh ed his watch
you will argue that golf makes an old
“You're looktng for them here—to
ter. She was all that Mary Slade was
man feel young, but It doesn't. It
night?" gasped Strickland, showing
not.
plainly he thought Slade was making
merely brings his age to the surface
Slade stowd looking at her. fasci
a joke of the matter.
and makes him look like something
nated. forgetting for the moment the
"Yes. tonight." replied the would bo
left over from the paleozoic age An
man she was wtth, remembering noth
governor, quietly, and turued to Kath
old man seated under bln fig tree read
ing but the magnetic personality of
erine.
ing Baxter's 'Balnte' Beat' and getting
the woman whose reputation for do
Strickland subsided, a question
hla house In order for the great
ing big things in a big way was al
growing In his mind as to whether hs
change 1s an edifying and Improving
ready known to him—a woman whose
had fully measured the man he expect
spectacle, but an old man gallivanting
eyes meeting his gave back flash for
ed to use for his own political and
around in the sun trying to create the
flash and understanding for under
financial ends There was in Slade's
impression that he's a three-year-old
standing.
is an offense to the eyes
Almost mechanically Slade found method of fighting a direct and open
“How wo like to pretend In the mat
himself acknowledging Senator Strick quality that would make him hard to
land's formal presentation of his ' handle tn the crooked and ludlrect
ter of age! The women have been
daughter. Hesitatingly he offered his ways of political life.
joked a great deal about their reluc
Katherine Strickland’s eyes nar
hand, which the girl, perfectly at
tance to acknowledge their years, but
ease, grasped with a cordial, sympa- rowed as she met Slade's gate Her
the men are Just as bad. If u >t worse.
thetlc pressure. Her eyes were look quick, calculating mind saw in thle
An innocent bystander or a solitary
man
the
possibility
of
realizing
her
ing critically Into his, much as If she
horseman might suppose that there 1s
Wtth
were trying to read him through and highest hopes and ambitions
something disgraceful about advanced
through and take his measure tor fu such a man a woman could scale any
Two wounded soldiers of a Highland reglmeut sent back to England for years, people hate tn own up to them
heights
—
reach
any
goal.
He
was
hard
ture use.
so greatly. I try to take a philosoph
treatment, photographed on thetr arrival at Folkstone.
Her easy, graceful acceptance of the —yes! But a man needs to be bard
ical view of such things, but I al wr y s
dtuatlon, her thoughtful Inquiry for in three days and times if he is ever
i feel resentful when anybody asks me
to
accomplish
anything
In
her
fer
Mrs. Slade's health, prompted by well- |
FRENCH TAKE THINGS EASH ACTRESS t 'PABLE OF IDEAS my age. People can spring all aorta
bred sympathy rather than any curl- * 1 tile brain smoldered ambitions as
of leading personal questions and I
ous interest, and the cultured modula- ' great as his ambitions that she now
I answer them
Mauds Fsaly Bass Many Possibilities don’t mind them
While
Cherishing
Love
for
Academy
realized
would
never
be
attained
un
tion of her splendid voice, charmed !
freely, I acknowledge that I have
In the Popularity of tho Mov
less
she
made
some
great,
radical
They
Never
Mlee
Chance
to
Make
him as no woman had ever done be
stolen chickens and watermelons
ing Pictures.
change tn her life.
It Object of WIL
fore.
without the least embarrassment, but
She
had
pushed
her
father
as
far
There was nothing of the shy. retir
Maude Fealy is an actress whose If a man aaka me how old I am I feel
as
the
man
would
—
could
go.
She
The
French
aro
not
Inclined
to
tak«
ing ingenue tn Katherine Strickland's
radiates
Interesting like bitting him on hie red necktie. I
things too seriously. Thue, while they conversation
makeup. She was a woman of splen had outdistanced every girl In her
ideas Here are a have tried to analyze myself and dis
love and respect the venerable French
did phystque and wonderful mental de circle. She had reached high, but she
few words from cover some explanation, but In vain.
academy, they never refrain from
velopment. Her appeal to a man was had triumphed. Now she was at the
tho Bps of tho
“When the government announced
making it the subject of a little good
that of a dominant intellect as much end of her tether. It was a matter
star:
"To be a that It was going to establish a postal
natured wit Even the members them
as of a lovely woman. She Immedi of making some one huge stroke or
moving picture savings bank In Emporia I said to my
selves, as this entry tn Victor llugo'z
ately Impressed Siade as being keen sinking back into stupid obscurity, a
artist, only half of self: 'Now, here's a good buslnees I
notebook wilt show. Indulge tn occa
witted. strong minded and clever. His situation all the more bitter because
Ths
tho requisites are have always been afraid of banks con
slonal sallies against the famous In
admiration displayed Itself tn hts shin of her previous successes.
required, because ducted by people I meet on the street
ing eyes and hts unusually affable, at thought of settling down Into the ev , etltutlon.
eryday life of the western city where
diction and voice every day. A man can't feel much con
tentive manner.
On December 17th, H4i, Vlctot
she was born made her very soul
are lost by the fidence tn citizens be knows so well.
Hugo, himself one of the forty “lm
Suddenly he found himself compar
squirm. Surely there was something
screen actor
I But the government bank will be con
mortal” members of tho academy,
ing his own little old-fashioned wife
more In life for her. Surely there i wrote In his notebook:
think pictures will ducted by strangers, and I always did
with this handsome, self-possessed
were bigger goals to be gained.
bring back on» have confidence In strangers. Ro I'll
"Today. Thursday, in the academy. I
woman before him. What a wife Kath
She had never realized how empty
act playa Pictures salt down my rose nobles and pieces
spoke there with Du pin tho elder
erine Strickland would be for the gov
the old home life was until now, when
teach us brevity, of eight In the government bank.*
ernor of a state! What a picture she
about Balzac and of hie chances ot
she suddenly found herself a part of
that Is. good plo
would make presiding at the head of
election to the academy.
“When that Institution wao opened
it again after the brilliant European
tures do"
a millionaire's dinner tables!
How
”'Thunder!' Dupln Interrupted me
for business I was the first one at
season
and
the
stimulating,
exciting
For n e a r ly a the receiving teller's window. I had
wonderfully such a woman would 1
'So you really believe that, without
life in diplomatic circles at the capital.
year Maude Fealy quite a package of counterfeit money
adorn the richly furnished rooms of
any
more
to-do,
Balzac
will
be
chosen
The thought of remaining In the West,
baa been appear with me, and supposed there wouldn't
his newly built mansion! Instead of
the first time he comes up for elec
a big frog in a little puddle, bad
the work-worn fingers of his wife, con
Maude Fealy.
Ing tn feature plo be any formality other than handing
tlon! You quote examples where that
grown positively hateful to her. Big
tinuously
fumbling
with
darning
turra. and during me a passbook. But the paying teller
has
occurred,
but
these
prove
noth
or little herself, she wanted a big
threads, he saw, in a mental vision,
Ing. Think of it! Balzac, at the Aral that time in addition to her picture opened his official copy of the longer
puddle. She was quite satisfied in her
this woman's lovely hands constantly
presentation of his name! You have work haa also been responsible for catechism and began asking questions
own mind that no puddle would be so
engaged In unwinding the threads of
thought the matter over carefully? J numerous scenarios. 8h« photographs and Jotting down the answers. I had
big that she couldn't become a frog
problematic political tangles.
Here
Good!
But you have forgotten on« well, and has brought to bear her to tell where and why I waa born, and
of considerable size In it.
was a woman who would be a man’s
reason why It Is quite impossible that varied experience aa a dramatic star my grandmother's maiden name and
Now, as her restless brain and soul
wife and comrade—the very antithesis
Balzac should be elected to the aca all of which haa contributed to her other statistics; I had to convince tho
clamored for higher goals and a wider
of the household drudge his own wife
demy—he deserves It!'“
success on the screen
field, the thought of Slade's millions,
questioner that I had never served a
was content to be. with no Interest , Slade’s dominating, forceful personal
term tn the penitentiary and that nono
outside of the four walls of her home ity, Slade's reputation for sweeping
Disgusted.
Looks That Way.
of my blood relatives bad died Insane.
and no desire for anything bigger In everything before him, Slade's prob
John—I see that a New York police There were all aorta of Impertinent
Belle—Haa ho proposed yet?
life than the daily routine of break- I
able governorship, flaehed through h<-r
Beulah—Not yet.
man Is charged with mendacity.
questions to bo answered, but they
fast, dinner and supper, washing on mind like a burning streak of electric
Jim—That's tho way with those i merely amused me until the toller
“What's the matter with him?”
Monday, ironing on Tuesday, and so fire. With him. with his weapons,
“I don't know; be Just sits and high-brow officiate. Always trumping asked me how old I waa.
on to the end of the week—week after what a career lay before a woman!
up something now and far-fetchod.
watches me.”
"That filled me with virtuous Indig
week In the same deadly rut. Here
Just as suddenly she found herself
"Oh, 1 guess he believes In ths pol Why don't they get after the liars an’ nation.
was a woman who would “go along wondering what sort of a woman had
grafters?”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
icy of watchful waiting, probably."
•' ‘It's none of th« government's
with a man"—possibly a step ahead, been a mate to this man for so many
business.* I said, 'how old I am. I'm
blazing the way for new and greater years. She was conscious of a poign
old enough to deposit my own money,
glories and recognizing no limit.
ant pang of envy—jealousy almost—
Slado brought his reflections to a against this woman who had the op
and that ought to bo enough.*
sudden halt as he remembered the portunity which was denied her.
“ ‘You enn't deposit your wooden
girl’n father.
money In thia bngk,* said tho teller,
"Well, what do you think of your
“Why, what has happened to you, own country, now you’re back?" she
'unless you give your correct age and
senator? Your face looks different heard Slade's voice saying. “Seem
your wife’s correct age, and the cor
than it did thle afternoon.”
rect age of your man servant and
big to you?"
"Her fault,” replied the senator,
your maid servant, and of tho stranger
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
with a smile of tolerant affection. In
within your gates'”
dicating his daughter. "She made me
French Temperance Society.
cut my beard this way. It's French.’’
An organization for the promotion
Women and Perfume.
Katherine laughed a delightful, of temperance in France has been
For many a day tho well-bred
throaty little laugh.
founded by M. Schmidt, deputy for the
woman has scorned the perfume bot
"Nonsense father,” she protested. department of the Vosges. A feature
tle. Perhaps It Is the high price of
“Of course, I like the West, but 1 of the new body is its catholicity. It
fine perfumes, duo to tho long contin
don't believe in being ab.-olutely typ includes every shade of political and
ued troubles In Bulgaria, tho home of
ical. I was horrified.when 1 got back rrliglcuw belief, and all classes of so-
attar of rosea, that has at last made
and found you so blatantly the typi cf<-ty—politicians, professional nu-n
perfumes seem <j""lrable as an evi
cal, much-cartooned Westerner.”
and workmen. A meeting, addressed
dence of luxury. A distinctive and
"Mr. Slade,” resumed Strickland, "a by doctors, lawyers and a deputy, has
personal perfume la as essential n
few Influential men from different Just been held in Bordeaux. The
part of the well dressed woman today
parts of our state are having a meet new association, which is, called
as are her mado-to-ordcr stays.
ing in town tomorrow, and I want you "L'Alarme,” Justifies its name by call
fiho either chooses her favorite odor
to meet them. I'm arranging a little • ing attention to the rising flood of
and him It cnrrlcd out In her sachet,
Impromptu dinner, and thought Kath- ! alcoholism in France.
her bath crystals, powders, perfumes
erine might be able to persuade Mrs.
and soaps, or alio hies herself to a
Slade and yourself to join us."
Remembered Instructions.
Oh, father, till til., truth.” Kath
perfume specialist and puts herself In
She was a little girl and very po
erine Interrupted. “These gentlemen lite. It was the first time she had
that gifted nnd costly Individual's
want to meet you, Mr. Slade. I hear been on a visit alone, and she had
hands to bo fitted out with a subtle
we’re to expect great things of you. been carefully instructed how to be
scent perfectly attuned to her typo
You see, I've been mixed up In poll- 1 have.
of personality.
tics all my life, and I do love to have
"If they ask you to dine with them.”
a hand in them.”
papa hzd said, "you must say. 'No,
He Knew Pop.
"She’d run for president If they'd thank you; 1 have already dined.'"
"Pop!"
let her,” teased her father.
It turned out Just as papa had an
"Yes, my son."
"Indeed I would,” the girl admitted, ticipated.
"This paper says that slavery In the
brazenly.
”l’ve got politics in my
"Come along. Marjorie," said her
United Htates wns begun In James
blood, and home doesn't seem like little friend's father, "you must have
town, Va., In 1619.”
home unless politics are being brewed a bite with us."
“That’s right, my boy."
In our dining room. So you'll both
"No. thank you.” said the little girl,
“Well, is that when men began to
come, won’t you—you and Mrs. Slade.” with dignity; "I have already bitten.”
get married?”
Slade was stammering his accept
ance when Strickland interrupted ab
To Make Whitewash Stick.
Should fie More Careful.
ruptly.
To keep whitewash from rubbing off
Naggsby— What Impresses you most
"How'd you like to be governor, easily make a thin cooked paste of
In this European war?
Slade?”
one pint of wheat flour and add to
Waggsby—The
carelessness
of
Slade threw back his head with a each pailful. A little carbolic acid
France and England In building their
laugh that was Intended to denote added to the whitewash will help pre
capitals so close to where Emperor
complete umoncern.
vent the places where it U used get
"Oh—that talk! Did the evening ting musty.
Heliographer of the famous "Death's Head” regiment, commanded by the Wilhelm seems to want bis battle-line
placed.
German crown prince, sending dispatches to the troops on tho battlefield.