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AUTHOR OF “THE SILVER BUTTERFLY," “SALLY SALT,” “THE BLACK PEARL.” ETC NOVELIZED FROM THE SERIES OF PHOTOPLAYS OF THE SAME NAME RELEASED BY PATHE EXCHANGE. (COmiGHT. 1916. (Y MBS VltSON WOOD BOW. NINTH STONY floor fram ework, watching tne unload ing of an elevatorful of brick and mor ta r when the elevator rope broke. The Weaker Strain A workman who was still in the elovator had leaped for the scaffold When Tom Price naked Laura Bel- ing, to save himself from a fall. Tom den to m arry him, he aet forth to had sprung forward to catch him. The her the following account of hla for workm an’s convulsively outflung hands tune: had dragged Tom from his precarious “In two thinga," he eaid, “I am a balance a t the edge of th e elevator m ultimillionaire—in love and hope. Aa far aa actual caah goea. I’ve nearly shaft. T ogether, th e tw o men had aeven hundred dollara. A8 for pros- fallen to the ground floor. Both had been picked up uncon pecta—a fairly efficient young archi tect ought to be able to pick up a liv scious. Tom had recovered his senses ing, even in a sm all up-state town long enough to w hisper a demand that like this. All I ask la a chance. And, he be taken home Instead of to the some day or other, th at chance ta hospital. The surgeon reported th at P rice’s boynd to come.” Perhaps a m ore m ercenary girl right leg had doubled under him in th an L aura would h a re hesitated a the fall, sustaining a compound frac long tim e before linking her life to a ture in two places. Also th at he was man of such m eager proapecta. But a m ass of contusions and abrasions L aura Belden was anything but m er and m ight perhaps be injured in tern ally, as well. cenary. L aura installed herself as assistant So they w ere m arried. They aet up light housekeeping in to the tw o trained nurses the family Specialists were, a tiny house th a t L aura made very doctor brought. pretty and homelike. And Tom spent called in to determ ine the extent of eight hours a day (in his cheap little the internal hurts. And the dreary office with its glaringly new sign) routine of sickroom life began. The little n e st egg in the savings w aiting for th e big orders th at were bank m elted as if it had been a snow to m ake him rich and famous. Meantime, L aura went on with the ball on a hot stove. Two m onths had passed since the study of music which she had tuken up long before h e r m arriage. She had accident. Tom, fully dressed a t la st a really unusual lyric soprano voice. (but w ith his bandaged leg stuck And Professor Sargent, her teacher, straight before him on a bench and his crutches a t his side), sa t in the prophesied a g reat career for her. At last came Tom's longed-for little living room of the flat. It was “chance.” A small office building his first day outside his own room. was going up a t the corner of Tem And he glanced about him in per ple and Maple streets. And, among plexity. "T his room seems, somehow, fifteen architects' bids for the Job, changed, since I was out here before,” Tom Price’s was chosen. he said to Laura. “It’s different and He was rad ian t with delight. One m orning as the Prices sat at —and barer.” th e breakfast table, L aura said, rather She h esitated an instant, then said, w istfully: very quietly: “You a ren 't the only m ember of this “I t ’s the absence of my piano th a t fam ily who has a 'chance,' Tom. Only, m akes the room look queer.” you can tak e advantage of yours. And “Your piano?" he repeated, "T h at’s I have to reject mine.” so. W h ere .is It?” "W hat do you m ean?" asked Tom, “I sold it. L ast week.” looking up, curiously, from some notes "Sold It? Are you Joking?" he was scribbling on the back of an “It isn 't much of u Joke," she replied, envelope. “a t least, not to me.” “Yesterday, when I went to Profes “ But why did you do such a so r Sargent for my lesson,” said thing?” he demanded. "W hy did you Laura, "he m ade me a splendid offer. sell It? You w ere so fond of It. And H e w ants me to go on a concert you needed It so, in your practicing.” tour.” “T here won't bo any m ore practic “Concert tour?" echoed Tom, frown ing. Just now,” she told him, “I have ing, "N onsense!” stopped my m usic lessons.” “I was afraid you’d say so,” she "But I don’t understand,” he stam sighed. “I told him you wouldn't al m ered. "They m eant so m uch to you. low me to. He was ever so disap They and your piano.” pointed. He said it was one oppor "D ear.” she said, softly, “they tunity in a thousand. You know Paul m eant nothing to me—nothing a t all Lcgrand, the com poser?” compared to your precious self. Our “No," snapped Tom, “and I don’t money ran out. You had to have the w ant to. He has the nam e of m ak right food, the rig h t m edicines, th e ing love to every woman under fifty right nursing. T here was only one and over fifteen. I’ve no use for lady- thing left to do. So I gave up my ex killers.” "1 mean," she corrected, "you know pensive music lessons. And I sold his work. You like his songs, too. my expensive piano. W hen th e piano Professor Sargent has given me doz money Is gone I will try to figure out ens of them to learn. He says they some new way to m eet expenses until fit my voice b e tte r than any others you are strong enough to w ork again.” A m ist of tears arose in th e eyes of and th a t I sing them b e tte r than any the Illness-weakened man. other soprano.” "You sacrificed your beloved piano "You sing everything b e tte r than anyone else can, little girl,” put in for m e!" he m uttered, brokenly, “ Oh, darling, how can I ever m ake up to Tom, “And—” "And yesterday,” continued Laura, you for th at?” . . thinbine: about it anv long “Mr. Legrsnd happened to be a t the e r,' • »•,. was her cheery reply, "and by Sargent studio when I was taking my getting well again as soon as you can. Jesson. Professor S argent m ade me The doctor says you will be able to sing several of his songs. And Mr. walk in another m onth or two. Isn't Legrand went wild over th e way I th a t Bplendid?” sang them .” "In a month or two,” he supplem ent "The puppy!” grunted Tom, “Of ed, “I shall have to go lim ping around. course, he’d—" In search of work. For, Doctor "Then he called Professor Sargent Bprague tells me, the Stuytoff Con aside," went on L aura, "and they whis struction company went, last week, pered together for a long time. Then Into the hands of a receiver, and the Professor Sargent cam e back to me Lord alone knows when I’ll get any and said that Mr. L egrand is plann'm- money on w hat they owe m e for de to finance a concert to u r to push the signing th a t m iserable building for ■ale of his own songs and th a t he haa them .” been looking everyw here for the rightj A ring a t the doorbell Interrupted soprano to sing them . As soon as her. She answered th e summons, ad he heard me, he decided no one can m itting two men. do Justice to the songs as I can. And Tom recognized th e older of the ho w ants mo to m ake th e tour. He's tw o visitors as Professor Sargent, Ms to play the accom panim ents himself. wife’s singing teacher. The younger The to u r sta rts In two months. Oh, was a strikingly handsom e man, Tom,” she finished, in childlike ap- j scarcely th irty years old; and with a peal, "can’t I go? I want to, so m uch!” \ graceful, self-assured m anner which Tom Price cam e around to his wife’s ; Jarred on Price. side by the table. She had risen, i t s L aura welcomed the newcom ers p u t his arm s tenderly around her, cordially. Professor Sargent was a s he made answ er: warm ly sym pathetic in his greeting “Sw eetheart, I feel like a brute, to of the Invalid. Laura Introduced the refuse you anything in the world. And stran g o r to Tom, as "Mr. Paul Le- ^f it were really for your happlnoss, grand.” 3 wouldn’t stand in your way for one P rofessor Sargent cam e a t once to moment. But It isn ’t, doar. T he truly tho object of th e visit. happy woman Is the woman with a "M rs. Price," he began, "this is prob home and a husband of her own. Not ably no so rt of tim e to come here tho woman who m ust knock around talking business. But Legrand badg the country on stufTy trains and sleep ered me until I consented to. His in cheap hotels, picking up a living tour s ta rts in a week. H e still de ax n singer or an actress.” clares th a t no soprano but yourself "Ju st as you say, Tom," she agreed, can do Justice to those songs of his. meekly. And he seem s to think I have enough He kissed h e r good-by and hurried Influence over you to m ake you change of? for his m orning Inspection of the your m ind. He also authorizes me new building. to add twenty-five per cent to the L aura looked from th e window, term s he offered you, before, and to w atching until he was -u t of light. prom ise you. as a bonus, a percentage Then she turned back to her house on the receipts." hold duties. She carried a heavy heart “I’m afraid It’s no use, professor." all morning, ns she realized the hope said L aura, h e r sw eet voice vibrant she m ust throw away. w ith a re g re t th a t did not escape Tom. 8he carried a far heavier heart, "My husband does not—* during tho weeks th a t followed. For, "Mr. P ric e!" broke in Legrand. im a t noon, Tom Price was brought home pulsively, "perhaps you don't realize to h e r on a stre tc h e r—senseless. In w hat th is m eans to your wife. As a e rt, terrib ly injured. The am bulance m ere business m an, you m ay r o t surgeon, who escorted the strlrk eq know th a t I am Just now one of th e m an, told L aura th e story of the ac moat popular music com posers In cident. Am erica. T he concert to u r is to ex- m Tom had beet) standing on^an upper- (dolt my songs, sung as I Intended teem tfl Tje Sflhg. 1, 'm yself, shall ~Be a t the piano. T hat, by itself, insures the success of the tour. I am offer ing your wife an opportunity for which many lyric sopranos of estab lished reputation would be humbly grateful. I am conferring a high honor on your wife by asking—” "T he highest honor a m an can con fer on another m an's wife,” interposed Tom, “Is to let h e r alone. At least, th a t is the way I regard such things. I may be hopelessly old-fashioned. But—“ "You are,” L egrand assured him. quite untouched by the snub, "and, let me tell you, If she sings in these con c erts of m ine and if she scores a success in them , her fortune is made. She will be besieged by offers from m anagers. She—” “T h at Is true, Mr. Price,” said Pro fessor Sargent, “it is stated ra th e r less m odestly th an you may care to h ear It But It is entirely true. Mrs. P r ce will not only receive far higher term s for the to u r than ever I have known an untried singer to get. but she will also have a chance to m ake a nam e for herself. A nam e th a t she can coin Into money. W ith a voice like hers—” "She has already m ade a nam e for herself, sir," retorted Tom, "she m ade it a t the altar. The nam e of ‘Price.’ Not an exalted name, perhaps. But I believe and hope she is quite con te n t with It. She needs no other.” “You m isunderstand me," answ ered Sargent, “I m eant to say—” But Legrand cut him short, by in terrupting: "Look here, Mr. Price, le t’s speak plainly. I've m ade inquiries about you. I learn th a t you’re flat broke, (h at you’ve got nothing laid by—in short th at you’re up against It, and with no hope of going out to m ake a living for some m onths to come. I—" "T hat is my affair!" snapped Tom. "It isn’t," contradicted Legrand, ' i t ’s your wife's. It’s she who suffers by it, a long shot worse th an you. Ail this smug old-fashioned talk about a wife's place being in the home may be correct enough, as long as her hus band has a f.'.irly com fortable home to give her. But you can’t give h e r anything. Sargent says she has even had to sell h e r piano to keep you from starving. If you were a m usician you’d understand what th a t m eans to her. It’s like giving ’ up h e r rig h t hand. You can’t give h e r anything. She'll starve to death with you. Yet you refuse her a chance to m ake a living and a reputation.” "You are m istaken," said Tom, cold ly, ‘‘I am giving her a chance to keep, her reputation. As for my not being able to provide for her, th a t is no con cern of yours.” "T om !” protested L aura, troubled a t her husband's rudeness to th eir guest. Price's eye m et hers. H e saw, iq h e r face, th e sharp disappointm ent involved by his refusal. H e recalled all she had done for him —all she had suffered and sacrificed on his account —all th a t th is “chance” m eant to her. "How long Is th e tour?” he asked, hesitatingly. “Ten w eeks," replied Legrand, w ith sudden eagerness. "W e open next Monday nig h t in Galveston. We close in New York Just ten weeks late r.” "T om !” cried Laura, Joyous incre dulity bringing a flush to her cheeks and a new light to her eyes, as she read P rice’s expression. “Tom! Do you m ean you a re really going to let me go?” Tom nodded, in silent w retchedness. "Good for you, old m an!" applauded Sargent. T hree days late r L aura Price set forth from home to Join the Legrand C oncert com pany a t Galveston. Tom could hobble painfully around the flat by this time. The funds from the piano's sale would provide for him, for the present, and for the wages of an elderly woman who had been hired to keep house for him in his wife's absence. Before th e ready money should be gone the family exchequer would be re-enforced by such sums aB L aura could forward to him from her salary. L aura was Jubilant. H er life-dream had a t last come true. "It’s for Tom! It's all for him! It will be his success as well as m ine.” As for Tom, once having m ade up his mind, he said not a word to indi cate the h eartb reak th a t w as Ills. H e said nothing—h e did nothing— that could give h e r cause for anger or for reproof. Yet always he wove about her a subtle web of attentions th at was dally becoming stronger and less easy to escape from. Vaguely she felt this. But she could, do nothing until some overt word or deed should bring the m an w ithin reach of her scorn. s for w riting a word of all this to Tom she was far too sensible to do such a fatal thing. She knew his Jealousy and th a t a m ere hint was enough to fan it Into m urderous flame So sorely puzzled a s to what sh e ought to do, she kept her own counsel —and waited. “It’s th a t chuckle-headed husband of hers who keeps us apart," Legrand once told his chum, th e m anager, “If I could get him to give her up she'd m arry m e in a m inute. 1 know ahe would. I don't believe she loves him.” T he to u r w as nearing an end. On, tho m orning a fte r the first concert in Boston, L egrand sent for Laura and th e contralto to com e to his suite of room s in th e hotel a t which the com pany was staying. He wished, he said, to go over n e w 'so n g s with each of them . "Did you see th e papers?" he asked •them aa they cam e into his sitting room. "T hey've given us the best notices we've had yet. At this ra te w e’ll carry New York by storm . As ¡usual, Mrs. Price, th # critics are crazy over your singing. And by the way, would you care to glance over these p re ss notices for the New York en gagem ent while Mrs. McDonald and I ru n over th is encore song of hers?" In rem arkably short tim e the con tralto had sung the encore song to the com poser-accom panist's satisfaction. Pleading a shopping appointm ent she w ent out, leaving Legrand and L aura together. As soon as th e contralto had gone Legrand a rranged a sheet of m anu script m usic on the piano. " It’s a florid, m elodram atic thing,” he told her. ”1 call it the 'Dagger Song.’ I picked up a queer old dirk at a curio shop the other day. And it suddenly occurred to me that, though th ere a re dozens of ‘Sword Songs,’ no one ever w rote a 'D agger Song.’ So I w rote this. H ere,” picking up an antique knife from the table, “is the dagger th a t inspired it.” He handed h e r th e weapon. She looked shudderingly at its rusty blade. "I like to th in k those dark stains on the h ilt a re of blood!” he said. “U gh!” she shivered, dropping the dagger on th e piano top and rubbing h e r fingers w ith h e r handkerchief. She tossed th e handkerchief down on the piano, and bent over to read the music, as L egrand began to play the prelude. A fter a tim e she departed to her own rooms, tak in g the song w ith her. She had not b e e» gone two m inutes when the o u ter door of L egrand’s sittin g room was flung violently open. Tom Price stood on the threshold. "W here is my wife?” he dem anded, w ithout other form of greeting, hlk angry eyes searching the sittin g room. "At the office desk they said she w asn't in h e r rooms. I m et your m an ager in the lobby. He told me I would probably find h e r in your suite.” "She Just stepped out," answ ered Legrand, a sutiden idea flashing into his mind. “ But if you care to wait, she’ll be back again in a few m in utes.” “You seem pretty su re of it,” said Tom. pugnaciously. “W hy shouldn't I be?” w as th e care less rejoinder, “I ought to be by th ie tim e.” A false note in the elaborate care lessness caught Tom ’s attention, though he only in part tran sla ted it. "I don’t believe you,” he declared, “I don’t believe my wife comes to your suite a t all, I believe you're ly ing. I—” “W hen I talk to a drunkard or a crazy man," scoffed L egrand, "I don't re sen t things ho says. But, if you w ant my proof," his insolent gaze roved over the room, " th a t’s a handker- chief of hers lying on th e piano yon der." Tom swooped down upon the hand kerchief, shaking it out and holding it to the light. In one c o m e r it bore L aura's fam iliar monogram. T he hus band let it flutter to th e floor. H is head sank on his breast. All a t once the youth and hope anff energy seemed to be stricken from him. “W hat are you doing h e re anyw ay?” askeS Legrand, well pleased w ith th e im pression he had created. “ She told m e you were still too lam e to walk.” “The doctor told m e m y leg w as sound again three days ago,” said Tom, “I didn't write h e r about It. I ran on here instead to surprise her. She—” "It’ll surprise her,” assented Le- grand with a sneering grin, “though maybe not quite in th e w ay you w ere fool enough to hope. She counted, on your being tied by th e leg in yoifr own little rube town for a n o th er tw o weeks at the very least. She said she was counting on th a t m uch m ore vaca tion anyhow.” “She did not say th a t,” said Tom lifting his h id and sta rin g dazedly a t his torm entor. "You lie." “I told you I pay no a ttention to lunatics' ravings." retu rn ed Legrand. "But now you’re here th e re is some thing I do want to say to you, if you have sense enough to understaqiil m e.” "I want to hear nothing f r a n you. squarely- on TP*, vbffit of The JaW. The com poser crashed to the floor like a felled ox, and lay quivering and senseless a t Price’s feet. W ith scarcely a glance a t his foe, Tom strode from the suite. Along the corridor he reeled, his brain afire. Low Round Trip Fares TO Myrtle Point ACCOUNT Coos and Curry County Fair Sept. 6-9 On Sale September 4-9 inclusive Coquille to Myrtle Point and Return 50 cents Fares from other stations in proportion R eturn L im it S ep t. 1 1 Ask local Agent for further information JOHN M. SCOTT General Passenger Agent Portland, Ore. "I Have Stopped My Music Lessons." 1 Around a corner h e w ent blindly, aim lessly, then around another. P res ently he found him self a t a stair-head. W ithout w aiting for th e elevator, he lurched down the tw o flights of stairs to the lobby. T here he sank into a c h air and trie d to th in k clearly. It w as a long tim e before his brain j could be forced into norm al reason- ing. None of P rice's m em ories of L aura bore out L egrand’s vile hints. She loved h e r husband. She had solemnly prom ised to be true. She would not break h e r pledged word. For some purpose of his own, L egrand had tried to blacken h e r in Tom 's eyes. “T h at m an needs a good deal worse th rash in g than I gave him,” m uttered P rice a t last, gettin g to his feet. "And I’m going back to give it to him. I ’ll j ham m er him into confessing the truth about L aura, even if I go to Jail for It.” H e re tra ce d h is steps tow ard Le gran d ’s third-floor suite. The com poser in the m eantim e had gradually recovered from the knock out blow. A ta p a t the door aroused him, and cleared his m uddled brain. For he recognized L aura’s voice, calling for adm ittance. "Come In,” he answ ered. “W here is he?” queried Laura, eagerly looking about her. "W here is—w ho?” he evaded. "W here is Tom? I m et th e m an ag er in the hall Just now. He says Tom is here and th a t he cam e to your BUite to find me.” W ithout answ ering L egrand caught ¡her in his arms* and held h e r there SOUTHERN PACIFIC LADIES’ SHOES Suede, Niibuck Paten ts, and Vel vet s Lyons & Jones Going Fishing? If so, this is the place to obtain your supplies. plete line of •despite h e r stru g g les. H er outflung hand fell by chance upon the h ilt of th e dagger th a t lay on the piano. H er lingers closed con vulsively about it. Scarcely realizing w hat she did, and thinking only to fend off th e hate ful face th a t pressed so fiercely to w ard h e r own, th e fran tic woman struck out wildly a t th e m an who had seized her. L egrand’s grip relaxed. H e gave a coughing gasp, then collapsed in a life less heap a t her feet. L aura still holding the dagger whose keen edge had severed Le- grand's carotid a rte ry looked down blankly a t the dying man. Seeing the blood on the blade she shrieked— •again and again, until the w hole cor rid o r re-echoed w ith h e r cries. Tom Price, nearin g the suite door, w as first of fifty running people to T each the spot. As he entered tho room L aura dropped th e dagger and ra n tow ard him w ith arm s out stretched. "T om !" she walled hysterically, “ Oh, Tom! I have come back to you a t last. You w ere rig h t w hen you said th is was no life for me. Take m e hom e!” "H e re !” rasped th e house detective, rush in g into the room a t th e head of a dozen guests and servants, “w hat’s th e trouble?" H e caught sight of L egrand and of th e dagger a t his side. "W ho did th is? ” h e demanded, w hirling about to face Tom. “W as it you ?’’ “Yes,” answ ered Tom evenly, "I did it. I’m ready to pay. It was w orth—” “He did n o t!” scream ed L aura, "It was I! I killed him." “Come along, both of you,” ordered the house detective, pulling handcuffs from his pocket. “It’s up to th e court to decide which of you is going to thp chair. All I've got to do Is to t u r you over to the cops. Come alon;; (KND OF NIN TH STORY.) From th e outset th e concert to u r scored a genuine success. And the success piled up as the to u r con tin u ed and a s its fame preceded it from city to city. The bulk of the honors w ent to the hith erto unknown young lyric soprano, L aura Price. Before th e tour was half ended, she was overwhelmed by offers from m an agers and agents. H er nam e and famo and fortune were made. Owing to h e r personal success the tour's receipts swelled beyond Le- grand’s m ost airy hopes. L aura's percentage of the profits assum ed a size th a t dw arfed the m em ory of all the money she and Tom had ever possessed. Throughout she did not le t victory go to her brain o r m ake h e r o ther than the charm ingly girlish and sim ple woman she had alw ays been. H er daily home letters to Tom were full of innocently vain accounts of her This story will be shown in mo trium phs, but they w ere also full of tion pictures next Monday. This the alm ost m aternal love she bore the Invalid, and of her longing to be with I—” 1 series is increasing in popularity. "But you'll have to h e a r It Just the him once more. "It con Each is complete in itself, and each One cloud alone—a p a rt from ab sam e,” resum ed Legrand. sence from Tom—m arred th e sun cerns your wife. I love her. She one sets you to thinking. Y ou can shine of the trip. From th e outset loves me. We w ant to m arry. You lAgrand had assum ed tow ard h e r an stand In our way. In the way of her ■ see them at T h e Scenic a ir of half-protective tenderness, th at happiness. Have you manhood enough ■ « . «■ > •- was so subtle as to re n d er It dlf- | to se t her free so she can be happy?” flcult to prevent and still m ore dim- ) Tom gaped dully a t him , scarce com prehending Legrand. raising his voice cult to resent. L egrand’s m anner tow ard h e r was a little, as though addressing a deaf O R E G O N a n d W A S H IN G T O N ’ wholly deferential, but It was propri man. continued Im patiently: “Will you set her free? O r a re you etory, too. L aura felt th a t th e o th er singers and the m anager m ust c ertain cur enough to go on for life, living on M A D i r e c t o r y o f e a c h C ity , T o w n a n d ly draw erroneous conclusions from her earnings? We a re willing to pen M V illa g e , g i v in g d e s c r i p ti v e s k e tc h o t e a c h p la c e , lo c a tio n , p o p u la tio n , t e l e - It. Yet she could do o r say nothing sion you if you insist on such black 99 M g r a p h , s h ip p i n g a n d b a n k in g p o i n t; mail. But—” to d eter her adm irer. y a ls o C la s s ifie d D ir e c to ry , c o m p ile d b y He got no further. W ith a w ord • j b u s in e s s a n d p r o fe s s io n Legrand was a shrew d student of i :. I PO I-K .t CO.. 8 R A T T L E womankind, and a p astm aster in the less yell of fury Tom P rice leaped for ward. His left flat caught Legrand a tt of love-making. POLK’ S' Business Directory We have a very com Trout Flies and vacation equipm ent. Come in and let us fit vou out Special: Fairbanks & Morse 1 1-2 horse power gaso line engine with built-in magneto, $45. COQUILLE HARDWARE CO R osebu rg-M yrtle P o in t A u to S ta g e Line Leave M yrtle Point 7:40 a. m. R oseburg 6. a. m. 6 hours Running Time Connecting with Coquille Auto Lines J. L. 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