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Thl Li Att A Novelisation of Alice Bradley's Play 3By GERTRUDE STEVENSON Illustrations from Photographs of the Stage Production Ooyjtisbt, tSH. (TBUlcaUoa SYNOPSIS. Dante) SlauVBUddonly advances from penniless miner to a millionaire and b cornea a rower In the political and husl noes world. Ho him his evo on the KOVor nors chnlr. Ills simple, homo-lovlntf wlfo inns 10 nso to tno now conumons. amuo meets Katliorlne, daughter of Senator Strickland, and eecs In her nil -that Mary la not. Wesley Merrltt. editor of a looat pacer, threatens tn flirht flliuln thrmieh the columns of his papor and Slade defies uun. CHAPTER III Continued. Suddenly Slado's eyes lighted with tho Are of decision. His mouth be enmo a firm, Btralght line of deter mination. There was something 1m placable and grim in his very attitude as the resolve to win Katherlno Strlck land became flxed In his mind. He longed to hurry after her to tell hor of his decision to fight, If not with, then for her. He was eager to Bhow her just how much they two together could mako out of lite, a big, fine fight for position and power. Eren the thought of being governor was left In the distance as plan after plan raced through his mind, of greater conquests and bigger achievements, possible only with a woman like Kath erlno Strickland for his wife. So ab sorbed and Intense were his thoughts of the future with her for the moment be forgot completely tho woman who for 30 years had kept her place as his wife. In all his dealings he had never considered obstacles, except to sweep them from his path. As he remem bered tho present and Mary, he never hesitated or faltered from his newly made resolution. Mary could go it .alone. Ho would see that she had everything that money could buy. Ho would make her comfortable and tako care of her. That she should be further considered never entered his mind. Always ruthless in his methods, he was equally cruel even when the obstacle to his advancement was a fragile little woman who had given him the best of her lovo and years and who would gladly have laid down her life to save his. It was not as if a sudden flame of Intensive, overwhelming love for Kath- erine Strickland had surged through bis heart. It was nothing as decent or as fine or as blameless as that. His whole attitude toward the girl was one of cold-blooded acquisition. He bad determined to have her just as he had determined only last week to out bid every other man at the rug auc tion. He wanted her to take a place in bis Ufa because he knew what her value would be to him. He wanted her beauty, her brain, her savoir fair, as so many stepping stones by which to mount higher and higher In the affairs of the state and the nation. In spite of the fact that he criticized his wife's lack of social graces, he was wise enough to know that ho was far from a finished product himself. In spite of himself, traces of tho par venu occasionally showed through the veneer of bluff and arrogance. With a wife like Katherlno be would soon come to know all the fine points of tho social game. A wife like Katherlne would coyer up a multltudo of his lit .tie sins of commission and omission. CHAPTER IV. "Slade wanted Katherlno Strickland for his wife much the same as be would have desired a wealthy, clever, Influential man for a partner. It was to be a union of ambition. There was ao tenderness In bis thoughts of her. He was actuated purely and simply by the lust for power and the greed of glpry. All the softer, better. things In the man's nature were swamped by this torrent of craving for worldly suc cess that was sweeping him on to com mit the most dastardly act in his long career of trampling over the beads and hearts of adversaries and oppo sents. Even when he was a boy Dan Slade had always set hie teeth at "You can't do It," or "It can't be done." The vary difficulty of a thing strengthened his determination to do. All his life long liis success had been punctuated by the ruin of other men. He had not advanced bo far without pushing other men back. Now that a woman instead of a man stood In tho way, the result was the same. Ills methods might be -quieter, moro merciful, but tho answer would be tho same, Mary's storllng worth, her long years of devotion and wet tenderness counted for nothing once he became convinced that Mary's dowdlwesH, her standpat policy and har arretted development were stop-gaps In his own opportunity for program Ion, He Ignored the fact that the lit tie browH-oyed, patient woman was as Niuch a part of hlin as wore hit eyes Governor's BUM KeCT4) by Dm W BeUoe. or his arms or any other very estea tlal part of his being. It was at just this point in Blade's pitiless reasoning that Mary, peering over the baluster and seeing him alone, hurried down the stairs, "Thank goodness, they've gone," she declared as she came Into the room. Then seeing the numerous side lights burning Bho hastened to turn one after the other down to a glimmer. "I'm so glad you're not going out," Bho went on, coming over to him and rub bing her cheek against his Bloeve. The little movoment was a pathetically mute appeal for some caress. "What'd they Bay?" she asked, suddenly, as she realized that her tender yearning met with no response. But hor husband was in no com municative frame of mind. "You're not mad with mo, aro yer?" she questioned, wistfully, very much Uko an eager child who has been re pressed. "No," Slado replied, briefly and with out much interest. Mary breathed a quick sigh of relief. "Ah, then, we'll have a nlco, quiet, pleasant evening," she declared, add ing coaxlngly: "Let's go upstairs and havo a game of euchre. We haven't played for over bo long." Slado looked at her, his eyes drawn Into a deep frown. It was true he wasn't angry with her, but he was "Such Didoes; You Kiss Me." angry at the thwarting circumstances that were hemming him In. Her very manner irritated him now her quiet contentment, her calm acceptance of her failure to meet his guests and fill her place as mistreas of his homo mad dened him. He was all the moro de termined to fight for something else to begin his campaign for a governor ship and another woman that moment. "You can amuse yourself after I'm gone," he answered over his shoulder. "Then you are Kolntr out?" Mary's voice echoed the disappointment she felt. "Yes." Slade continued to be mono syllabic. "But I want to have a talk with you. Mary we've sot to come to some understanding." "Why, what ?" Mary began, and then stopped. For tho first time she noticed bis changed manner -and his averted eyes. She started to fumble with her workbasket. "I can't put It off any longer. I er Slade stopped short. He was finding this attempt at an "under standing" much more difficult than be bad anticipated. "What Is It you'ro trying to say. Dan?" Mary's voice was firmer than his. "What's In your mind? You keep hinting at something lately and you nover flniBh It. What is It?" "You'ro a rich woman In your own name, Mary. Are you satisfied with what I've settled on you?" "Why, yes," camo tho quick re sponse, aa- Mary's puzzled eyes searched his for a reason for the strange question. Then she added: "You've been mighty good to me, Dan." "How would you Uko to go and live in the country, Mary?" Glad surprise filled the woman's eyes. JJerJIun cheeks flushed as she claeped her hands excitedly. "Oh, Dan, you know I'd like It, You're awfully good, father, I knew you'd back down and give In, This s no place for us," "You leave me out of the quostiOH," And to hla credit the in a a becawn HliHMiofacod, 1 tn't leave yeU eut of th jaM Hen," she protested quickly, net aft Inkling ef her husban'iTa real mwtHla having entered her head. la her par fact love and loyalty she waa Imper. vlous to any hint of eglaot or dUloy alty from klw. Had aha known hie thoughts: her Aral eara would hate baa to sootha him aa one whoee brain, overtaxed with affairs beyond har understanding, had auddculy olouded, For an Instant the man was silent. Hla face waa turned from here and ha waa looking out the doorway through which the atately figure of Katherlno Strlokland had Juat pasted and through which lie hoped to walk aome day governor. "I I wouldn't go with you, Mary." I he finally turned and looked hr squarely In the eyes. "Why where would you bo? Where would you live? Whore would you?" She stopped and then finished, "Pahaw. That's all foolishness, Dan." "Mary." Sladi waa firmer now. HIb voice had a ring of finality, but Mary didn't understand. "I can't go on apol ogizing for you eternally I You can't have a hoadache every nlghti I must olthor have a wife who can bo the head of my household or none." Into tho woman's heart thero leapod a sharp fear, followed by the childish idea that perhaps, because shn wouldn't go to tho opera, she was to bo pun ishedsent away alono until she was forgiven. "You're tired of mo," she suggested, "if that wero truo and you filled the bill, we could put up with each other," he returned brutally, "but It Isn't so." "Don't you lovo" mo?" she half breathed the quostion timidly. For a brief Instant something caught at Slado's heart and tugged and tuggod. He turned with a look of Infinite ten derness and said, simply: "Yes, Mary, do." His tone was genuine and sin cere. Mary laughed a little, happy laugh. At the Bound Slado's mood changed Uko a flash. It grated on his already overwrought nerves. It seemed to dis miss the controversy, to end the argu ment, to ring the death-knell of the dream that had come to him. The careless way In which she apparently dropped tho discussion of going away nettled him. Prompted by a sudden lmpulso, ho snatched her workbasket from her lap and flung it the full length of the room. "D n that bas ket!" he exclaimed. "Can't I ovor sec you without It?" 'Dan!" Mary's gncp of amazement was tho only Bound In tho room. It was tho first time ho had ovor been harsh with her. She shrank back hurt and frightened. "Why, good Lord, Dan, you never did that before." Then, with quiet dignity, sho began to pick up the basket, tho hated darn Ing cotton, tho needles and scissors, and tho liltld worn thimble. Slade, watching her slight, stooping figure, ought to have been ashamed, but hie anger was flaming hot and he didn't as much as offer to help. Mary's mood changed, too. "I believe you're doing it to get your own way," she sputtered, "but you ain't going to get It. I've got as much right to my life as you've got to yours." As sbtf camo up to him, he stood grim and silent, suddenly determined that if she wouldn't go ho would. If sho refused his offer of a homo in the country, then she could have this great house to herself and he would live at tho club. "Thore ain't anything you could ask of me I wouldn't do except " Mary's troubled face was looking into his. "Except what I ask," he finished, sar castically, and hurried from the room, curtly ordcrod his dressing bag packed and then, bat In hand, hie overcoat on bis arm, camo back into the room. "Did It ovor occur to you, Mary, that you're a mule?" he asked. "You're sweet and good tempered and amiable but you'd have given the mfclo that came out of Noah's ark points on how to be stubborn." "How often have I failed you In these years, Dan?" "You're falling me now. You won't look at things with my eyes." "We're not one person, we're two, Dan," she reminded him, quietly, "Well, that's tho troublo, we ought to be one. That's just what I'm get ting at. We ought to be of one mind." "Whoso? Yours?" and Mary'B sweet mouth puckered Into a very little smile, "I'm done," Slade decided, hope lessly. "I can remombor the time when you would have thought that was cun ning," she reproached him. "I'm going to my club, Mary," ho announced, disregarding hor playful attempt to smooth things over, Mary gazed at him, bewildered by his swjft changes of 'mood, hurt by his attitude, almost angry becauso ho was so unreasonable. Then love came rushing up into her heart. After all he was her Dan, What did this crossness or his nervousness matter? She went up to hlra, pulled hie scarf a bit closer round hla tbroat and aa he turned away with a cius tered wejtf, watted prtlantly, Thai, laying Mr hand oh hla arm such a thin little hand, with his wedding ring hanging looaely on It asked: "Shall I wait up for you?" glade's face worked convulsively, f ha didn't understand, heor little sen Ha was going away for good, for all time, and she waa asking if she wou wait up for hlra. More than once be fore sho had asked that question of him, tho question that from n wife' Hps, carries with it unspoken, tender ftl 0tfl1 In a. 1tii aft Bftinn tiM m rnrn With emotions he could not define, had hardly expected himself to feel. Some thing bade htm turn back upon ambi tlon and pride and clasp Into hla arms this llttlo woman who had worked for him, with him, who had had faith In him when be waa poor, and who had atruggled and cooked and slaved for him that he might rise to hla present position. But he atruggled against the feeling, (ought It back and conquered, "No, don't wait up for me." "All right," Mary agreed, "I won't, if you don't want mo to," end then with a roguish smllo, "but I will watt up for you nil tho uamo." Slado was touchod, but ho stiffened his shouldors. Wealth ho had won honors ho meant to havo and Kath orlno Strickland. "Good-night, Mary," ho colled, coldly, as ho hurried out of tho room. Loft alone, Mnry stood watching him, a forlorn llttlo figure. "Why, ho didn't klas mo." She hur ried to tho door. "Dan, you forgot eomothlng, Dan!" Slade, hastening to tho door, halted hesitated, turned back. "You como right back here and kiss mo," Mar demanded, affectionately "Such didoes; You kiss mo." Sho raised her taco for the kiss sho thought was "good-night" and which ho meant aa "good-by." Slado Btoopod and laid his lips on hors, gently, reverently then hurried out, almost as It he were afraid to stay a minute longer. "Such didoes," Mary laughod to her solf. She looked around tho great empty room. It suddenly struck hor that she had never really been happy in this room. Riches had proved burdon rathor than a pleasure. They bad robbed her of Dan's devotion, bis confidence, his gaiety. Sho hastened to turn out tho lights, shuddering as sho did so. Sho grabbed hor work basket from tho table and suddenly overcome with fright In the great silent shadowy room, fled to tho lighted hall, calling: "Susie, Susie" (TO BE CONTINUED.) FROM DOCTRINE OF GALEN Use of Term "Man of Spirit," Etc, May Be Traced Back to the Sec ond Century. 'iFew persons even atop to consider when they speak of 'a man .of spirit' that they are unwittingly employing tho language of tho days of Galen," says tho Journal of tho American Medical association. "Yot this is evi dently the survival of tho old doctrine of spirits. Wo may bcliove that Galen had a conception of tho norvo trunks as conductors of something ho called It spirits to and from tho brain and spinal cord. "Tho natural spirits were that un defined property which gave to blood the capacity of nourishing the tissues of the body. The vital spirits were acquired In tho heart, and when at last the blood with its vital spirits went to tho brain and experienced sort of refinement for tho last time, the animal spirits were separated from it and carried to the body by the norvo trunks." Such was the idea of the vital func tlons in the second century. Today, after 1,800 years, we know that there are no "spirits" In our blood or nerves, but we still speak of being in "high spirits" or "low spirits," of being full of "animal spirits," of a "spirited an swor" or a "spirited horse." Applied Advice. Some time ago an Alabama lad) kindly undertook to adviso one of her negro maids' as to certain rules of propriety that always should be ob served by young women to whom at tentions are paid by gentlemen friends. One evening the lady, won dering whether her seeds of advice bad fallen upon, rocky ground, sta tioned herself In a rocker near the kitchen door, where she was enter tained by the following dialogue: ''Look here, don't you try to git fresh wlf mel Mah name's Miss Smith not Mary. Ah don't 'low mah best an' most pa'tie'lar friends to call me Mary." "Ah beg your pahdon, Miss Smith, But say, Miss Smith, would yo' jes'a soon , shirt to de oaer Knee; this yere one's tired." Trade Secret. "Now the first thing to learn about tho uhoo trade is this, As soon as a customer comos In take off bis shoes and hide 'om." "What's that for " "Then you can wait on 'em at your convenience, my boy, Thoy can't walk out." Louis7l!Ie Courier Journal. Man and Hla Age, After a man reaches the age of fift) he begins to aea In'aulta In the news papers to the effect that he la an old man. Topeka Capital. The first uia of asbestos waa In the manufacture of crematory robaa far the aaelaat Remcna, Had First Carrier Pigeon, Tho eport of plgoon-flylntf, now pro hibited by our war office, datoB buelt Iohh than 100 yearn,-, although tho ICgyptlnns trained plgooiM to norvo tiH meiinongorH siOOO odd yearn ago, . and their oxumplo wiih followed by tho Am nyrlntiH, tho Chlnouo, tho Greeks and tho ItomiuiH, Tho first pigeon race wits organized hi llolgluni In 1818, wild two years lutor a bird wiiu flown from I'Mrlu tn Vftrvliiril whnrn tin tittlulil Wiim linlliwl liv n iti-nxmiulnn ultli lii-nuu bands. Ovor lioro tho flrnt pigeon raco wiih hold la 187C, from NowciihUo-on-Tyno to Uoxhlll. Tho sport cnught on rapidly, otipoclally In LancnHhlro and Yorkshire, and Htich long dlntnuco flights as from Manclientor to Han Sobaotlan (700 inlloii) havo boon nohlovod. Nowadays tho English olubs train about l.COO.000 blrdtt an nually, nnd "pIkooh Hpcclnls" of 10 or . ....,... .. , , V . W. !.. ...,11.(1 20 vunti nro common ou nil our rail ways. London Chronicle. HERE IS A WAY TO GET RID OF PIMPLES Batho your fnco for several mlmitnn with rcHinol soap and hot wntor, then npply a llttlo roalnol ointment very gontly. Lot tlilii stay on ton mlmitoH. und wash off with rcolnol soap nnd moro not wntor. flnlnliliiK with a dush of cold wntor to clone tho pores. Do hub onco or twlco a day, nnd you will bo astonished to find how quickly tho healing, nntlnontlo roalnol medication Hoothcu nnd cloatiHon tho pores, ro movoH pimplea and blackheads, nnd leaves tho complexion cloar and vel vety. All drtiKKlstH Moll rcflluol oni und roHlnol ointment. Adv. Flrat Fiction Known. Aro you awnro that tho "Tnlo of Two Brothers," written 3200 years ago by tho Thebnn scrlbo Ennnnn, II- ornrinn of tno imlnco of Kln Morenn- tnh, tho supposed IMinrnoh of tho Ex odus, Is tho oldost work of fiction extant? Tho talo wan wrltton. apparently. for tho entertainment of tho crown prince, who subsequently rclgnod iih Sett II. Ills name appears In two places on tho mnmmcrlpt probably (ho only surviving nutogrnph hIiiiiu- tures of on Egyptian king. Thin picco of nntlquo fiction, writ- ton on 19 sheets of pitpyrtm In n bold hieratic hand, was purchased In Italy by .Mine. d'Orbinoy, who sold It In 1857 to tho authorities of thu British musuum, where it Is now known as tho d'Orbinoy papyrus. Tld-Blts. i 1 1 Rats Save Store Manager. Hats tmved August Schmidt In court it GrcoiiBburg, !ii when tried on tho :hnrgo of cmbezzilim goods worth 31MC0 from thu store of 1'. II. IJutlor, .MoncBscn, or winch ho was tno matt ngor. It wan offered In testimony that luring the early part of tho yenr tho rodents killed 27 cats which had boon purchased to exterminate thorn. They altio destroyed n weasel which was guaranteed to rid tho place of rata. Clerks in tho store tcntlflcd that as many an half n era to of eggs would bo destroyed in n utght, nnd that 17 barrels of flour had boon eaten by inc rats in n short time. It did not tako the jury long to arrlvo at ac quittal. Philadelphia Record. nr. Perrr'a Vfnnlfiiite ''Dfa fitiot" Vc III nd eipcln Worm in very few bourn. t Named. 7 - 'Who Is that powerful Riant who looks Uko a modem Snnison7" nakod tho stranger. 'That .In Porclvnl Algernon Cyril Milk," repliod tho native. "And who In tho delicate, slssifled- looking chap with him?" asked tho stranger. "That Is John L, Sullivan Hercules Strong," replied tho native Stanford Chupparnl. Too Effective. m "But how did he happen to got en gaged to tho girl If ho doesn't love hor?" Why, ho said ho was convincing when ho merely meant to bo plaus ible." Judge. YOUR OWN DKUaniST WILL TELL YOU ' Trj Murine Kye Kerocdjr or lteil, Weak, Watery r. mm urtiiuiniru r.jcnui; no Binariing lutUKye Comfort. Write for Hook of the Ere by iaa,U JTrse. 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