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SYNOPSIS.
Howard Jefflies, banker's son, untie:
tljo mil Inlhience of Robert Underwood
a fellow-student at Yale, leads a life o
dissipation, marries the daughter of i
gambler who died In prison, and Is dls
owned by Ills father. He tries to gel wort
mid fails. A former college chum makes
n business proposition to Howard whlct
requires eash, and Howard is broke
Robert Underwood, who had been re
pulsed by Howard's wife, Annie, in hli
college days, and had once been engagec
to Alicia, Howard's stepmother, has
apartments at the Astruria, and is ap
parently in prosperous circumstances
Howard recalls a Sl'.V) loan to Underwood
that remains unpaid, and decides to ash
him for the $2,000 he needs. Underwood
taking advantage of his intimacy wltt
Mrs. Jeffries, Sr., becomes a sort of socla
highwayman. Discovering his true char
acter sla denies him the house. Alicia
receives a note from Underwood, threat
ening suicide. She decides togo and see
him. He is in desperate financial straits
Art dealers for whom he has been acting
an commissioner, demand an accounting,
He cannot make good. Howard Jellriei
calls In an Intoxicated condition. lie asks
Underwood for $2,000.
CHAPTER Vl.—Continued.
lie helped himself to another drink,
his hand shaking so that he could
hardly hold the decanter. He was
fast approaching the state of complete
intoxication. Underwood made no at
tempt to interfere. Why should he
care if the young fool made a sot of
himself? The sooner he drank him
self insensible the quicker he would
get rid of him.
"No, Howard,"-he said; "you'd never
make a decent member of society."
"P'r'aps not," hiccoughed Howard.
"How does Annie take her social
ostracism?" inquired Underwood.
"Like a brick. She's a thorough
bred. all right. She's all to the good."
"All the same, I'm sorry 1 ever in
troduced you to her," replied Under
wood. "I never thought you'd make
Btich a fool of yourself as to marry—"
Howard shook his head in a maud
lin manner, as he replied:
"I don't know whether 1 made a
fool of myself or not, but she's all
right. She's got in her the makings
of a great woman—very crude, but
still the makings. The only thing I
object to is, she insists ongoing back
to work, just as if I'd permit such a
tiling. Do you know what I said on
our wedding day? 'Mrs. Howard Jeff
ries, you are entering one of the old
est families in America. Nature has
fitted you for social leadership. You'll
bo a petted, pampered member of that
select few called the "400,"' and now,
damn it all, how can I ask her togo
back to work? But if you'll let me
have that $2,000 —"
By this time Howard was beginning
to get drowsy. Lying back on the
sofa, he proceeded to make himself
comfortable.
"Two thousand dollars!" laughed
Underwood. "Why, man, I'm in debt
up to my eyes."
As far as his condition enabled him,
Howard gave a start of surprise.
"Hard up!" he exclaimed. Pointing
around the room, he said: "What's
all this—a bluff?"
Underwood nodded.
"A bluff, that's it. Not a picture,
not a vase, not a stick belongs to
me. You'll have togo to your fa
ther."
"Never," said Howard despondently.
The suggestion was evidently too
much for him, because he stretched
o>:t his band for his whisky glass. "Fa
ther's done with me," he said dole
fully.
"He'll relent," suggested Under
wood.
Howard shook his head drowsily.
Touching his brow, ho said:
"Too much brains, too much up
here." Placing his hand on his heart,
he went on: "Too little down here.
Once he gets an idea, he never lets it
go, he holds on. Obstinate. One
idea—stick to it. Gee, but I've made
a tness of tilings, haven't I?"
Underwood looked at him with con
tempt.
"You've made a mess of your life,"
he said bitterly, "yet you've had some
measure of happiness. You, at least,
married the woman you love. Drunk
en beast as you are, I envy you. The
woman 1 wanted married some one
el.-.a, damn her!"
Howard was so drowsy from the
effects of the whisky that he was al
most asleep. As ho lay back on the
sofa, lie gurgled:
"Say, old man; I didn't come here
to listen to hard-luck stories. I cnine
to tell one."
In maudlin fashion he began to sing,
"Oh. listen to my tale of woe," while
Underwood sal glaring at him, won
dering how he could put him out.
As he reached the ,nst verse his
head began to nod. The words carno
thickly from his lips and he sank
sleepily back among the soft divan
pillows.
Just at that moment the telephone
bell rang. Underwood quickly picked
up the receiver.
"Who's that?" he asked. As ho
beard the answer his face lit up nnd
he replied eagerly: "Mrs. Jeffries
yes I'll come down. No, tell her to
come up."
Hanging up the receiver, he hastily
went over to the divan and shook
Howard.
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Sank Sleepily Back Among the Soft Divan Pillows.
"Howard, wake up! confound you!
You've got to get out —there's some
body coming."
He shook him roughly, but his old
classmate made no attempt to move.
"Quick, do you hear!" exclaimed
Underwood impatiently. "Wake up—
some one's coming."
Howard sleepily half opened his
eyes. He had forgotten entirely
where he was and believed he w r as
on the train, for he answered:
"Sure, I'm sleepy. Say—porter,
make up my bed."
His patience exhausted, Underwood
was about to pull him from the sofa
by force, when there was a ring at
the front door.
Bending quickly over his compan
ion, Underwook saw that he was fast
asleep. There was no time to awaken
him and got him out of the way, so,
quickly, lie took a big screen and ar
ranged it around the divan so that
Howard could not be seen. Then he
hurried to the front door and
opened it.
Alicia entered.
CHAPTER VII.
For a few moments Underwood was
too much overcome by emotion to
speak. Alicia brushed by in haughty
silence, not deigning to look at him.
All he heard was the soft rustle of
her clinging silk gown as it swept
along the floor. She was incensed
with him, of course, but she had
come. That was all he asked. She
had come in time to save him. He
would talk to her and explain every
thing and she would understand.
She would help him in this crisis as
she had in the past. Their long
friendship, all these years of intimacy,
could not end like this. There was
still hope for him. The situation was
not aa desperate as he feared. He
might yet avert the shameful end of
the suicide. Advancing toward her,
he said in a hoarse whisper:
"Oh, this is good of you, you've
come—this is the answer to my let
ter."
Alicia ignored his extended hand
and took a seat. Then, turning on
him, she exclaimed indignantly:
"The answer should be a horse
whip. How dare you send me such
a message?" Drawing from her bug
the letter received from htm that
evening, she demanded:
"What do you expect to gain by
this threat?"
"Don't be angry, Alicia."
Underwood spoke soothingly, trying
ro conciliate her. Well he knew the
seductive power of his voice. Often
he had used it and not in vain, but
to-night it fell on cold, indifferent
ears.
"Don't call me by that name," she
snapped.
Underwood made no answer. He
turned slightly paler and, folding his
arms, Just looked at her, in silence.
There was an awkward pause.
At last she said:
"I hope you understand that every
thing's over between UH. Our ac
quaintance Is at. an end."
".My feelings toward you can never
change," replied Underwood earnest
ly. "1 love you—l shall always love
you."
Alicia gave a little shrug of her
shoulders, expressive of utter Indiffer
ence.
"Love!" she exclaimed mockingly
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 23, 1911.
"You love no one but yourself."
Underwood advanced nearer to her
and there was a tremor in his voice
as he said:
"You have no right to say that. You
remember what we once were. Whose
fault is it that I am where I am to
day? When you broke our engage
ment and married old Jeffries to grati
fy your social ambition, you ruined my
life. You didn't destroy my love—you
couldn't kill that. You may forbid me
everything—to see you—to speak to
you—even to think of you, but I can
never forget that you are the only
woman I ever cared for. If you had
married me, I might have been a dif
ferent man. And now, just when I
want you most, you deny me even your
friendship. What have I done to de
serve such treatment? Is it fair? Is
it just?"
Alicia hud listened with growing im
patience. It was only with difficulty
that she contained herself. Now she
interrupted him hotly:
"I broke my engagement with you
because I found that you were deceiv
ing me—just as you deceived others."
"It's a lie!" broke in Underwood. "I
may have trifled with others, but I
never deceived you."
Alicia rose and, crossing the room,
carelessly inspected one of the pic
tures on the wall, a study of the nude
by liouguereau.
"We need not go into that," she said
haughtily. "That is all over now. I
came to ask you what this letter—this
threat—means. What do you expect
to gain by taking your life unless I
continue to be your friend? How can
I be a friend to a man like you? You
know what your friendship for a wom
an means. It means that you would
drag her down to your own level and
disgrace her as well as yourself.
Thank God, my eyes are now opened
to your truo character. No self re
specting woman could afford to allow
her name to be associated with yours.
You are as incapable of disinterested
friendship as you are of common hon
esty." Coldly she added: "I hope you
quite understand that henceforth my
house is closed to you. if we happen
to meet in public, it must be as stran
gers."
Underwood did not speak. Words
I seemed to fail him. Ills face was set
and white. A nervous twitching about
the mouth showed the terrible mental
strain which the man was under, in
the excitement he had forgotten about
Howard's presence on the divan be
hind the screen. A listener might have j
detected the heavy breathing of the j
sleeper, but even Alicia herself was !
too preoccupied to notice It. Under
wood extended his nrtus pleadingly:
"Alicia —for the sake of auld lung
syne!"
"Auld lang syne," she retorted. "I
want to forget the past. The old mem
ories r.re distasteful. My only object
In coming here to-jiight was to make
the situation plain to you and to ask
you *o promise me »otto carry out
your threat to kill yourself. Why
should you kill yourself? Only cowards :
do that. Because you are In trouble? j
That is the coward's way out. Leave ,
N%w York. Oo where you are not
known. You nre still young Begin '
life over again, somewhere else." Ad
vanclng toward him, she went on: i
"If you will do this I will help you. j
I never want to see you again, but I'll ;
try not to think of you unalndly. But j
you must promise me solemnly not to
make any attempt against your life."
"I promise nothing," muttered Un
derwood doggedly.
"But you must," she insisted. "It
would be a terrible crime, not only
against yourself, but against others.
You must give me your word."
Underwood shook his head.
"I promise nothing."
"But you must," persisted Alicia. "I
won't stir from here until I have your
promise."
He looked at her curiously.
"If my life has no interest for you,
why should you care?" he asked.
There was a note of scorn in his
voice which aroused his visitor's
wrath. Crumpling up his letter in her
hand, she confronted him angrily.
"Shall I tell you why I care?" she
cried. "Because you accuse me in this
letter of being the cause of your death
—I, who have been your friend in
| spite of your dishonesty. Oh! it's des
picable, contemptible! Above all, it's
a lie—"
Underwood shrugged his shoulders.
Cynically he replied:
"So it wasn't so much concern for
me as for yourself that brought you
here."
Alicia's eyes flashed us she an
swered:
"Yes, I wished to spare myself this
indignity, the shame of being asso
ciated in any way with a suicide. I
was afraid you meant what you said."
"Afraid," interrupted Underwood
bitterly, "that some of the scandal
might reach as far as the aristocratic
Mrs. Howard Jeffries, Sr.!"
Her face flushed with anger, Alicia
paced up and down the room. The
man's taunts stung her to the quick.
In a way, she felt that he was right.
She ought to have guessed his charac
ter long ago and had nothing to dc
with him. He seemed desperate
enough to do anything, yet she doubt
ed If he had the courage to kill him
self. She thought she would try more
conciliatory methods, so, stopping
short, she said more gently:
"You know my husband has suffered
through the wretched marriage of his
only son. You know how deeply we
both feel this disgrace, and yet you
would add —"
Underwood laughed mockingly.
"Why should I consider your hus
band's feelings?" he cried. "He didn't
consider mine when he married you."
Suddenly bending forward, every
nerve tense, he continued hoarsely:
"Alicia, I tell you I'm desperate. I'm
hemmed in on all sides by creditors.
You know what your friendship—your
patronage means? If you drop me
now, your friends will follow—they're
a lot of sheep led by you—and when
my creditors hear of me they'll be
down on me like a flock of wolves.
I'm not able to make a settlement.
Prison stares me in the face."
Glancing around at the handsome
furnishings, Alicia replied carelessly:
"I'm not responsible for your wrong
doing. I want to protect my friends.
If they are a lot of sheep, as you say,
that is precisely why I should warn
them. They have Implicit confidence
in me. You have borrowed their mon
ey, cheated them at cards, stolen from
them. Your acquaintance with me has
given them the opportunity. But now
I've found you out. I refuse any long
er to sacrifice my friends, my self-re
spsct, my sense of decency." Angrily
she continued: "You thought, you could
bluff nie. You've adopted this cow
ard's way of forcing me to receive
you against my will. Well, you've
failed. 1 will not sanction your rob
bing my friends. I will not allow you
to sill them any more of your high
priced rubbish, or permit you to cheat
them at cards."
Underwood listened in silence. He
stood motionless, watching her flushed
face as she heaped reproaches on him.
She- was practically pronouncing his
death sentence, yet lie could not help
thinking how pretty she looked. When
she had finished he said nothing, but,
going to his desk, he opened a small
drawer and took out a revolver.
Alicia recoiled, frightened.
"What are you going to do?" she
cried.
Underwood smiled bitterly.
"Oh. don't be afraid. I wouldn't do
It while you are here. In split, of all
you've said to me, I still think too
much of you for that." Replacing th<-
pistol In the drawer, he added: "Alicia,
if you desert me now, you'll be sorry
today of your death."
Ills visitor looked at him In sllenci*
Then, contemptuously, she snid:
(To UK CIIN'TINUKD.)
Sameness.
"There Is a certain HumeneNs about
natural scenery," said the man who
looks bored.
"Do you mean to compare u mm
nlllcent mountain with the broad ei
pause of the sea?"
"Yes. Wherever you find a spot ot
exceptional beauty nornebody IN HIII<
to decorate It with sardine tins a tit
blsenlt boxes."- Washington tiUfc'
Particularly the Ladies.
Not only pleasant and refreshing to
the taste, but gently cleansing and sweet
ening to the system, Syrup of Pigs and
Elixir of Senna is particularly adapted
to ladies and children, and beneficial in
all cases in which a wholesome, strength
ening and effective laxative should bo
used. It is perfectly safe at all times and
dispels colds, headaches and the pains
caused by indigestion and constipation so
promptly and effectively that it is the one
perfect family laxative which gives satis
faction to all and is recommended by
millions of families who have used it and
who have personal knowledge of its ex
cellence.
Its wonderful popularity, however, ha*
led unscrupulous dealers to offer imita
tions which act unsatisfactorily. There
fore, when buying, to get its beneficial
effects, always note the full name of the
Company—California Fig Syrup Co. —
plainly printed on the front of every
package of the genuine Syrup of Figs
and Elixir of Senna.
For sale by all leading druggists. Price
50 cents per bottle.
It is more disgraceful to distrust
than to be deceived.—Rochefoucauld.
A cup of Garfield Tea before retiring
will insure that all-important measure, the
daily cleaning of the system.
What sculpture Is to a block of
marble, education is to a human soul.
TO CURE A COLD IN OXE DAY
rake LAXATIVH 11ROMO Quinine Tablets.
JmiKgtstnrefund monejr If It fails tf. eyre. IS. W.
(iKOViS'd signature isun each box. 25c.
Civic Rivalry.
Squire Durnitt—We're goin' to have
a newspaper in Lonelyville.
Uncle Welby Gosh (of Drearyhurst)
—Where are ye goin' to git it printed?
Resinol Ointment Is Used In Every
Country of the World as the Beat
Remedy for Itching Piles.
I was terribly annoyed with Itching
Piles for twenty-flve years. I found
such great relief with the first appli
cation of Reslnol Ointment that in fu
ture I would not think of being with
out it. An occasional application is
all that is necessary.
Christopher Holmes. Brookline, Mass.
Reason Enough.
A negro near Xenia, 0., had been
arrested for chicken stealing. lie had
stolen so many that his crime had be
come grand larceny.
He was tried and convicted, and
brought in for sentence.
"Have you any reason to offer why
the Judgment of the court should not
be passed upon you?" ho was asked.
"Well, Jedge," he replied, "I cain't
goto jail now, nohow. I'm buildin' a
shack out yonder, an' I jus' cain't go
till I git it done. You kin sholy see
dat."—Philadelphia Sunday Evening
Post.
Give a Woman a Chance.
Compulsory military service for
men, urges a German female advocate
of women's right, should be offset by
compulsory domestic service for wom
en. On the theory that life in bar
rack and drill in the manual of arms
have benefitted German manhood, she
asks, why will not life in the kitchen
and exercise in the use of pots and
pans similarly raise German woman
hood?
If Germany ever organizes a stand
ing a»my of cooks it may force all
Europe to follow its lead. Culinary
conscription is a severe measure, but
when enforced In Germany other na
tions might be expected to adopt it.
There would be more reason in doing
so than in following Germany's lead
in militarism. There is more real
need of cooks the world over than of
soldiers. It is possible to get along
without fighting, but not without eat
ing.
HONEST CONFESSION
A Doctor's Talk on Food.
There are no fairer set of men on
earth than the doctors, and when they
find they have been in error they are
usually apt to make honest and manly I
admission of tho fact.
A en so in point is that of a practl
' one of tho good old school, who
I..in Texas. His plain, unvarnished
lale needs no dressing up:
"I had always had an Intense prcja j
dice, which I can now so® was unwar- j
rentable and unreasonable, against all
muchly advertised foods. Hence, I ;
never read a lino cf tho many 'ads' of
Grape-Nuts, nor tested the food till
Just winter.
"While in Corpus Christi for my 1
health, and visiting my youngest son,
who has four of the ruddiest, healthi
est little boys I ever saw, I ate ray
first dish of Grape-Nuts food for sup
per with my little grandsons.
"I became exceedingly fond of it
and have eaten a package of It every
week sliico, and find It a delicious, re
freshing and strengthening food, leav- j
lug no 111 effects whatever, causing no ,
eructations (with which I wus for
nierly much troubled), no sense of j
fullness, nausea, nor distress of atom- !
uch In any way.
"There is no other food that agrees
with me so well, or sits as lightly or
pleasantly upon my stomach as this
does.
"I am stronger and more active
since I began tho use of Grape-Nats
than I have been for 10 years, and
am no longer troubled with nausea
and Indigestion." Natue glveu by
l'ostum Co.. Ilattln Creek, Mloh
I.ook In pkKs for the famous little
book, "The Hoad to Wellvllle."
"Th«rt»'s a Wesson."
K»«*r rrn<t Ihr ahov* IrKrrf »•*»
nMP*"rn from tint* l« »lui«s Tltry
"" «r«ulnr, Iruc, anil full ut kuiaai
lalarvat.
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NEURALGIA and!
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ttant relist from pain, while* permta—t
cure la being affected by purifying the
blood, dissolving the poleonoua anb
ttanoe aad removing it from the ayatetu.
DR. 8. D. BLAND
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aad lags, aad triad all lha roasadlaa 'hat I oould
gather from madlcal worlaa, aad alao coaooitad
with a aambar or tha baal phralolana, bul found
aothlnr that |a*a tha rotlof oMalaed from
•f-DKOP*. M I shall orooerlba It tn my jfiattai
Nr rhaumatlam and kladrod dlMaMa"
FREE
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of 'VDBOPS." and teat It youiwlt
"•-DROPS" ean be oaed any length of
time without acquiring a "drug habit."
aa it la entirely tree of opium, ooeaioe.
aloohol. laudanum. aad other glmllar
Ingredient*.
targe #l.. Battle, "S-DBOPg" <g*o lllllil
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THIS ad. is directed at the
man who has ail the
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you would like more business,
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Advertise strongly, consist
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•I Suppose you can buy a lot
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a big washtub sale in this pa
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ture of a washtub where
people can see it the minute
they look at your ad. Talk
strong on washtubs. And
you'll find every woman in
this vicinity who has been
getting along with a rickety
washtub for years and years
will buy a new one from you.
That's creative business
power.
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