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By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE, Author of "The Lone Wolf," "The Brass Bowl," Etc.
Cornllhl, 1914, by Louis Joseph Vanes.
Ball? Manvtra, 27 yeats old, out of wotk
nil desperate, la locked out on the root
of her house, In New York. Driven to seek
shelter by a, atotm she tries the trap-door
ef other houses and finally enters the house
of st rich family. No one Is at home and
Bally, fascinated by beautiful clothes,
changes her own for them, As she Is leav
ing she sees a man trying to open n safe.
As h works and as she watches,, the man
Is suddenly attacked by another burglar.
The two men grapple and the first Is likely
to be overwhelmed when Bally breaks In,
seise a, revolver which has been dropped
In th scuf(l, and covers the men The
one In blue serge, the first burglar, as
euntea that she it helping him, and they
drive Out the. other, Then Sally flees from
Wandiring aimlessly, Sallv meets the bur
Rise she has befriended at Orand Central
Btatlon, and Insists that he get her an ac
commodation to Boton. They go down to
ths resiaurant, and hero the burglar -re-tends
that Bally Is one of hl3 profession.
Bumlnc with Indignation and shlverlnR
a btlwvlth fear of the man, she stopped
short, midway" down tho ramp to the
"lower level," and momentarily contem
plated throwing herself upon his mercy
and crawling out of It all with what
ever firn.ee she might; but his Ironic and
skeptical smile provoked her beyond
"Oh, very wr-U!" she said ominously,
turning;. "If that's the. way you feel about
It we may na well have this thing- out
And she made ns If to go back the way
sho had come, but his hand fell upon
her arm with a touch at once light and
"Steadyl" he counseled quietly "This
Is no place for either bickering or burn
faced confidences. Besides, ou mustn't
tako things so much to heart. 1 was
only making fun, and you deserved as
much for your cheek now, you know.
Otherwise, there's no harm done. If
you hanker to go to Boston, go you
shall, and no thanks to me. Even If I
do pay the bill, I owe you a heap more
than I'll ever bo ablo to repay, chances
are. So tako It easy, and I say, do
brace up and make a bluff, at least, of
being on speaking terms I'm not a bad
sort, but I'm going to stick to you like
grim death to a sick darky'B bedside
until wo know each other better. That's
flat, and you may as well resign your
self to it. And here we are "
Unwillingly, almost unaware, she had
permitted herself to be drawn through
the labyrinth of ramps to the very
threshold of tho restaurant, where, nc
lore she could dcvlee any effectual means
of reasserting herself, a blnnd head
waiter took them In tow and, at Blue
Serge's direction, allotted them a table
well over to one side of the room, out
of ear-shot of their nearest neighbors.
Temporarily too fagged and flustered to
react either to the danger or to the
novelty of this experience, or even to
think lo any good purpose. Sally dropped
mechanically Into the chnlr held for her,
wondering as much at herself for accept
In? tho situation as at the masterful
creature opposite, earnestly but amiably
conferring with the head waiter over tho
bill of fare.
Surely a strange sort of criminal, she
thought, with his humor and ready ad
dress, his sudden shifts from slang of
tho street to phrases chosen with a dis
criminating taste in English, his cool
Indifference to her threatening attitude
and hl3 paradoxical pose of warm It
seemed personal Interest In and consid
eration for a complete and, to say tho
least, a very questionable strangei.
She even went so far as to admit
that she might find him very likable, if
only It were not for that affected little
mustache and thai semtoccaslonal trick
he practiced of looking down his nose
when he talked.
On the other hand, one assumed, all
criminals must seem strange types to
the amateur observer. Come to think
of it, she had no standard to measure
this man by, and knew no law that pre
scribed for such as he cither dress cloth
ing with an Inverness and a mask 'of
polished Imperturbability, or else a pea
jacket, a pug nose, a cauliflower ear,
with bow legs and a rolling gait.
"There, I fancy that will do. But hurry
It along, please."
"Very good, sir Immediately."
The head waiter ambled off, and Blue
Serge faced Sally with an odd, Illegible
"At last!" he hissed in the approved
manner of melodrama, "we are alone!"
Sho wasn't able to rise to his Irrespon
sible humor. The Impression lingered of
a hand of steel beneath that velvet glove.
Thus far her audacity seemed to have
earned nothing but his derision. He was
not In the least afraid of her and he was
a desperate criminal. Then what was
she In his esteem?
Such thoughts drove home a fresh pain
ful realization of her ambiguous personal
status. It began to seem that she had
been perhaps a little hasty In assuming
she was to be spared punishment for her
tin, however venial that might in charity
he reckoned. Chance had. Indeed, offered
what was apparently a broad and easy
aVenue of escape; but her own voluntary
folly had chosen the wrong turning.
Her hands were twisted tight together
in her lap as she demanded with tense
"What have you done with them?"
He lifted the ironic eyebrow. "Them?"
"The. Jewels, I saw you steal them
watched you from the , dining room,
through, the folding doors "
"The deuce you did!"
"I saw you break open the desk and
"Well," he admitted fairly, "I'm Jig
gered!" "What have you done with them?"
"Ohr the Jewels?" he said with curious
Intonation. "Ah yes, to be sure; the
Jewels, of course. You're anxious to
know what I've done with them?"
"Oh, no," she countered Irritably; "I
only aslc out of politeness,"
"Thoughtful of you!" he laughed.
'Why, they're outside, of course In my
"Didn't you notice? I checked It with
my hat, rather than have a row. I ought
!to Be asnamea or myseir, i Know, dui
eee. .'! i ain't
OF THAT BIO
C I HU O A GIRL'S ADVENTURES
I'm a moral coward before a coattooin at
tendant. I remember keeping tabs one
summer, and-wlll you believe me7-a
common, ordinary, everyday straw lid
set me back J22.30 In tips. But I hopo
I'm not boring you?"
'Oh, how can you?" she protested, lips
tremulous with Indignation.
"Don't flatter; I bore even myself at
"I don't mean that, and you know I
don't. How can you sit there Joking
when you when you've Just "
"Come off the Job?" he caught her up
as she faltered. "But why not? I feel
anything but sad about It. It was a
good Job, wasn't It? A clean haul, a
clear getaway. Thanks, of course, to
She responded not without some diffi
culty: "Please! I wouldn't have dared
If he hadn't tried to get at that sword. '
"Just like him. too!" Blue Serge ob
served with a flash of Indignation; "his
kind, I mean-less burglars than bunglerB,
with no professional pride, no decent
Instincts, no human consideration. They
never stop to think It's tough enough
for a householder to come home to a
cracked crib without finding a total
stranger to boot a man he's never even
seen before, like as not ah weltering
on the premises "
"Oh, do be serious!"
"Must I? If you wish."
The man composed his features to a
mask of whimsical attention.
"What what did you do with him?" the
girl stammered after a pause, during
which consciousness of her disadvantage
became only more acute.
"Our actlvo little friend, the yegg?
Why. I didn't do anything with him."
"You didn't leave him there?"
"Oh. no. he went away, considerately
enough upstairs and out through the
scuttle the way he broke In, you know.
Surprisingly spry on his feet for a man
of his weight and age had all I could
do to keep up. Ho did stop once, true,
as If he'd forgotten something, but tho
sword ran Into him I happened thought
lessly to be carrying It only a quarter
of an Inch or so, and ho changed his
mind, and by the time I got my head
through the scuttles ho was gone van
ished completely from human ken.
"He had broken tho scuttle open, you
"Prlt-d it open with a Jimmy."
"And you left It so? He'll go back."
"No, he won't I found hammer and
nails and made nil fast before I left."
"But." she demanded, wide eyed with
wonder, "why did you take that trouble?"
"My silly conceit, I presume. I couldn't
bear tho thought of having that rough
neck return and muss up one of my
"I don't understand you at all," she
murmured, utterly confounded.
"Nor I you, If It matters. Still, I'm
sure you won't keep me much longer In
suspense, considering how open-faced I've
bten. But here's that animal of a waiter
She was willingly silent, though she
exerted herself to seem at ease with In
different success The voice of her com
panion was like a distinct, hollow echo
in her hearing; her wits were all awhlrl,
her nerves as taut and vibrant as banjo
strftigs; before her vision the faco of
BliU Serge swam, a flesh-tinted moon
now and again traversed by a flash of
white when he smiled.
"Come!" the man rallied her sharply.
If in an undertone; "this will never do.
You're as white as a sheet, trembling and
staring, as If I were a leper or a relation
by marriage or something repulsive!"
She sat forward mechanically and mus
tered an uncertain smile. "Forgive me.
I'm a little overwrought the heat and
"Not another word, then, till you've
finished. I'll do the talking, if It's all
the same to you. But you needn't an
swerneedn't listen, for that matter. I've
no pride In my conversational powers,
and you mustn't risk losing your appe
tite." He seemed to find It easy enough to
make talk, but Sally spared him little at
tention, being at first exclusively preoc
cupied with the demands of her hunger;
and latter, as the meal progressed, renew
ing her physical strength and turning the
ebbing tide of her Bplrlts, now thoroughly
engaged with the problem of how to ex
tricate herself from this embarasslng as
sociation or. If extrication proved Impos
sible, how to turn It to her own advan
tage. For if the affair went on this way
his way she were a sorry advertures3
Small cups of black coffee stood before
them, steaming, when a question roused
her, and she shook herself together and
faced her burglar across the cloth, once
more full mistress of her faculties.
"You're feeling better?"
"Very much," she smiled, "and thank
"Don't make me uncomfortable; re
member, this Is all your fault."
"That I'm here, alive and whole, able
to enjoy a most unique situation. Who
But she wasn't to be caught by any
such simple stratagem as a question
plumped suddenly at her with all the
weight of a rightful demand; she smiled
again and shook her head.
"But If I Insist?"
"Why don't you then?"
"Meaning insistence won't get me any
thing?" Sensitive to the hint of a hidden trump,
she stiffened slightly.
"I haven't asked you to commit your
self. I've got a right to my own pri
vacy." There fell a small pause. Lounging, an
elbow on the table, a cigarette fuming
Idly between his fingers, the man favored
her with a steady look of speculation
whose challenge was modified only by the
Inextinguishable humor smoldering in his
eyes a look that Sally met squarely,
dissembling her excitement. For with
all her fears and perplexity she could
never quite forget that, whatever Its
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sequel, this was verily an adventure after
her own harl, that sho wr.s looking her
ln-st In a wonderful frock and pitting her
wits against those of nn engaging rogue,
that she who had twelve hours ago
thought herself better dead was now liv
ing Intensely an hour of vital emergency.
"But," the man said suddenly, and yet
deliberately, "surely you won't dispute
my right to know who makes free with
my own heme?"
tin- bravado was extinguished as sud
denlv as ft candle flame In a gust cf wind.
"i'oui hom?'" she parroted wltlessly.
"Mine, yes If you can forgive me"
He fumbled for his cardensc. "It has
been amusing to play the part you as
signed me of amateur cracksman, but
really, I'm nfrald It enn't bo done with
out a better mnke-up!"
He produced nnd placed before her on
the cloth a smnll white card, and as soon
as Us neat blaLk script ceased to writhe
and run togolhor beneath her gaze she
comprehended the name of Xe Walter
Arden Savage, with a residence address
Identical with that of tho hotito wherein
her great adventure had begun.
"You!" sho breathed aghast, "you'ro
no( really Mr. Savage?"
He smiled Indulgently. "I rather think
' But "
Sally's voice failed her entirely, and he
laughed a tolerant little laugh as ho bent
forward to explain.
"I don t wonder ,ou nic surprlsed-or
at your mistake. The fact is, the circum
stances arc peculiar. It'p my Bister's
fault, renlly; she's such a nighty little
fling unpardonably careless. must
have warned her n hundred times. If
once, never to leave valuables In that
silly old tin snfe. But she won t listen to
reason never would. And It's her house
A TALE OF
A SMASHING STORY OF LOVE AND POLITICS
By GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER
THE CROSS-EXAMINATION ,
Molly's first and perfectly normal action
when the limousine drove away with her
was to Indulge In a splendid case of hys
teria, not one detail of which was omitted.
She laughed, she cried, she shrieked, she
pounded her heels on the floor of tha
car, she tried to Jump out of the machine,
she lauPhcd and she cried again, and
Sledge was so scared that he wilted lite
"You're nil right, Miss Molly, he
hoarsely cooed, over and over, but finally
r happy thought struck him. and, open
ing a forward window, he gruffly directed,
"Say. Billy, stop at Sheeny .Tnke's and
bring out a slug of rye."
Molly dabbed at her eves with the fumy
lace handkerchief which she had Intended
to carry under the cut-glass chandelier.
"You are hurting my wrist," she com
plained. He let go slowly and looked at the deep
white Indentations of his big fingers. He
"I'm a slob!" he confessed. " hy, Miss
Molly, I'd saw my leg ort before I'd hurt
you. Why. doggone It. you're like a
flower, or a butterfly, or a canary to me.
Look at that wrist."
She drew her hand away, with a splen
did assumption of cold disdain, although,
through some freak ot fancy, she could
see the giggling face of Fern.
"Mr. Sledge, where are you taking me?
"Home," he Informed her. "We're goana
In spitp of her tearing anger thero was
something in this so ridiculous that she
was compelled to laugh, and with tho
first peal Sledge paled.
"Hit 'cr up!" he yelled to his driver.
"I want that booze quick! Please don't.
Miss Molly; you're all right!" And ho
made the futile attempt of mopping his
brow with the foolish little handkerchief
which he somehow found In his hand.
"Let me out of here!" she demanded.
"Nix!" he gruffly replied. "You don't
fool me again. I'm gonna marry you."
"You can't," she told him. "It isn t
legal If I don't say 'Yes.' "
"You got to say 'Yes.' " fie Insisted.
"Look here, Molly. 1 couldn't let you
marry that plnhead. He's a woman fusser.
He's been mixed up with them since you
were engaged, and he'd never stop."
"It won't do you any good to belittle
Bert." she flared
"I can't," he Informed her. ,"I kept my
mouth shut, but now I got to spill what I
know. These pretty men are always
worse-after they're married. Bert's a bum!
He's got a streak of yellow tho size of a
canal. He ain't got the brains. of a tad
pole. He can't make a living unless some
body helpB him. You'd hate his bones In
six months. So don't yommarry him!"
"I am the one to decldo on that," Molly
Indignantly advised him.
Sledge looked at her a moment contem
platively, then he opened the forward
"Stop!" he ordered Billy, and closed the
window again. "All right; go to It; de
cide," ho unexpectedly told her as the
machine stopped. "But be on the level
now. Do you love Bert?"
"That's my affair," she evaded, flush
ing. Naw It ain't," he Insisted. "It's mine.
Do you love htm enough to be poor with
him? Now, be square."
Molly was silent.
"You don't," he concluded. "Put It the
other way. How about Bert? Now, don't
Again Molly was silent. She could an
swer that question If sho chose, and the
picture of little Jessie Peters' sublime
adoration of Dicky Reynolds came before
her eyes, linked with the memory of
Bert's face when he had suggested a
postponement. Being broke was an in
cident with Jessie and Dicky, and en
tirely aside from their love. With Bert
and herself. It was the love which had
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her safe. I've got tio right to Install a
better one. And that Is whp we're here."
He smiled thoughtfully down his nose.
"It's really rt chapter of accidents to
which I'm Indebted for this charming ad
venture," he pursued with a suavely per
sonal nod, "beginning with the blow-out
of the taxlcab tiro that made us rive min
utes late for this evening's boat. We
were bound up the Sound, you under
stand, to spend a fortnight with a mater
nal aunt. And our luggage Is well on Its
way there now. So when we missed the
boat there was nothing for It but go by
train. We taxied back hero through that
abominable Btorm, booked for Boston by
the 11,10, and tltlcKed across the way to
dine at the Blltmore. No good going
home, of course, with the servants out
and everything And Just as we were
finishing dinner this amiable sister of
mine gave a whoop and let It out that
she'd forgotten her Jewels. Well, there
was plenty of time. I put her aboard
the trnln as soon as the sleepers were
open 10 o'clock you know and trotted
back homo to fetch the loot."
A reminiscent chuckle punctuated his
account, but struck no echo from Sally's
humor. Moveless and mute, tho girl sat
unconsciously clutching the edge, of tho
table as though It wcrethe one stable
fact In her whirling world; all her
bravado dissipating as her daze of won
der yielded successively to doubt, suspi
"I said thero was plenty of time, and
so there was, barring accidents. But the
same wouldn't be barred. I manufactured
the first delay for myself, forgetting to
ask Adele for the combination. I knew
where to find It, In a little book locked
up In the desk, but I hadn't a key to the
desk, so felt obliged to break It open, and
managed that so famously I was begin
ning to fancy myself a bit ns n Baffles
when, all of a sudden Pow!" he laughed,
"that fat devil landed on my devoted
r.eck with all the force nnd fury of two
hundredweight of professional Jealousy!
"And then." he added "In you walked
from Ood knows where "
Sledge waited a reasonable time for her
to allege Bert's enthusiasm.
"Homo!" ho commanded Billy. "You
see, I'm wise. Miss Molly. That plnheid
couldn't lovo anybody enough to go the
distance. I can. I'll murder anybody you
name. Want anybody killed?"
"You!" she savagely retorted; and then,
to her own surprise, laughed. Sho had
put her hand on the catch of the door,
but, since he made no attempt to stop
her, she left It there.
"ou don't hate me that much," he
calmly Informed her. "You like me."
Agnln she laughed, this time at his
naivete. "You see, It's like this," he ex
plained. "I'm a big slob nnd I'm rough.
I ain't pretty, and I know It; but I can
start something any minute, and when I
do I can finish It. You don't know It, but
you'ro strong for that."
With a thrill Molly realized that ho was
right In this. She did admire force. Sho
admired Sledge, and, now that sho had
time to, think It over, something within
her responded to his direct and simple
method of breaking up her wedding.
"But lovo Is different," she replied,
arguing more to herself than to him.
"Nix!" he denied. "It's the strongest
thing there Is."
"Love cries," Molly mused, remember
"It hurts," he agreed. "It used to
sound like a Joke to me till I got It.
Holly, when I think of you I could holler.
Now I want to break chains with my
chest. I don't dare touch you; it makes
me weak. You don't want to go back
and marry Bert, do you?"
His voice had In it a trembling plea.
so un-Sledge-lIke that she would have
pitied him had she not been so absorbed
in her startling attitude toward the ques
tion he haJ asked her. Nothing seemed
more remote and absurd than that she
should go back and marry Bert!
"No!" she bluntly confessed.
Sledge opened the front window.
"Hurry up!" he admonished Billy, and
Somehow she felt a sense of vast relief,
of frcdom, of exhlla.-atlon In her release
from Bert. It would have been wicked
to have entered into a life-long marriage
with htm, and now she seemed always
to have had an undercurrent of that feel
ing which she had hidden from herself.
A little trace of resentment rose In her
that girls were taught to look so lightly
upon the marriage relation that It might
be entered Into so thoughtlessly; that a
girl might select her life partner because
he was a cood dancer.
"I don't mind confessing that I would
In all likelihood have broken the engage,
ment, even had you not come," she told
Sledge, deciding suddenly to have It all
out. to be perfectly frank, and, for the
first time, to look her own self squarely
In the face. "I had realized Just at the
last moment," she went on, "tHat Bert's
nttltude toward our marriage was not
what It should be. That does not neces
sarily mean, however, that I am wilting
to mairy you. That's one thing you can't
make me do, Mr. Sledge," and she looked
him nuletly in the eye.
He studied her a long time, and felt
"I guess not," he humbly confessed. "I
thought I could, but I got to let you be
She could not know how much that
admission hurt him, but she vaguely
guessed at It, and something like pity
stirred within her.
"In that 1 must be," she asserted. "I
thought we were going to your home,"
she added, puzzling over the out-of-the-way
"Mine?" she returned.
"It was to be," he corrected, "The
Governor's house. I bought It, furniture
ond all. I sent Waver to Paris."
"You're a continuous shock," she
laughed "You do such big things."
"That's nothing," he sheepishly denied.
"Waver's tickled stlfl 1 got him a big
Job. He didn't want to sell, though.'
Molly longed for Fern.
"1 thought the Governor was going lo
Switzerland," sho observed, wondering
how things fell so conveniently to
"Naw, Judge Lansdale's going there,"
he told her, looking moodily ahead at the
road. "You'll take me out to tho housa
before you go back, won't yoil, Molly?"
"Who's there?" sho Inquired.
"Mike and the servants. They went
with the furniture."
S'edge seemed to feel no need of a
Mother Grundy, and she realized, with a
trace of approbation, that there was a
fineness In him which made decency a
matter of principle, rather than of cir
cumstances. "I don't mind the ride." she laughed,
feeling suddenly triumphant. After all,
she had won her battle with Sledge, and
had reduced him to the pulpy consistency
all men Bhould be In their loves.
He was bo obviously downcast that she
wanted to cheer him up, but she could
think of nothing to say which would
lighten the heavy gloom now settling upon
him. That failure In Itself made hor feel
rather mean, and she was not nt nil satis
fied with herself when they finally drew
up to the porch of thw magnificent Wave!
Sledge alighted Immediately, and held
out his -hand.
"You fooled me before!" ho charged,
"but thaTs off."
"It's off," she assured him In his own
language. His big hand was warm, and
a solid substantial thing to hold to. She
was glad that ho tlked her so well. It
was safe and comfortable to know that.
"Good words'" ho approved. "Molly,
vou're a lady " He still held her hand.
He looked at It foolishly. He squared his
ehouldern with sudden defiance. He kissed
It! "Back to Marley's, Billy!" ho directed,
nnd closed the door of tho limousine.
Billy pulled away from tho porch. Sho
waved her hand at Sledge as they ln.ide
the turn. There was a new droop to hla
shoulders as he stood there on the stately
big porch, all alone, In his black Prince
Albert, with a red rose In his buttonhole.
Around the corner of the house, there
painfully limped a once white bull ter
rier, with one eye gono and both ear
cliewed to ribbons, and Bears criss-crossed
In every direction.
Molly tapped half hysterically on the
window In front of her, and fumbled
frantically to get It open.
"Drive back!" she called. "I want to
Bob looked up at her with a distinct
grin as sho alighted.
"He's crazy about you " said Sledge,
looking down at them both with hungry
affection. "I got a big kennel out here
for him, but he's lonesome. There's a
place for Smash, too."
"Oh. they'd fight," she quickly pro
tested. "Not now," ho returned mournfully.
"Bob's been licked."
"Then It will be safe for me to tako
Bob home with mo when I win him,"
Molly mischievously suggested.
"Plumb safe," Sledge bravely agreed.
"You want to take him back today?"
"Not right now, I think," she quickly
replied, with a pang of regret that sho
had given him this needless hurt.
Governor Waver's former butler, a
gray-haired Englishman of torturing dig
nity, came out on the porch.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he said to
Sledge turned and looked him over
"Well?" he grunted.
"Mr. Reeler Is telephoning, sir. He
wishes to know If Miss Marlcy Is here."
"Como on, Molly," Invited Sledge
"We'll tell him. Do you like that but
ler?" he asked, as they went In the
"He Is a very efficient one, I believe,"
"All right; I'll keep him," he decided.
"I did think I'd Are him and get a
wooden one. Honest, Molly, that guy
He picked up the telephone.
"Hello, Tommy. Yes, you bet she's
here. No, nothln' doln"! Molly wins.
Sure! Here, Molly."
Molly took the telephone, but Instead
of the full voice of Tommy, she heard
the eager one of Fern.
"Are you married yet, Holly?" Fern
wanted to know.
"Not yet," laughed Molly.
"I didn't think you would until Tommy
and I got out there," she chattered. "Oh,
Molly, isn't It Just great?"
"Just what do you mean Is so great?"
"Oh, everything. Walt a minute."
Thero waB a pause, and then there was
a great chango In the voice of Fern.
"Tell me It Isn't bo, Molly! Tommy says
you're not going to marry Sledge."
"Did you really expect me to?" asked
"Why, of course I did!" declared Fern.
"You're crazy In love wtth him! You
always have been. Now, haven't you?"
"Have I?" wondered Molly, dazed, and
thinking it over.
"Of course you have," Insisted Fern.
"You've been dippy about him ever since
he sent out that flrat wagon-load of red
roses, only you're too stubborn to Bay
so. I'm so disappointed I can't see,
"It was so romantic. Tommy's been
telling me all about It. Tommy's al
ready got the county clerk, by phone, at
his home, and he's gone over to the
courthouse to get a blank marriage li
cense. He's probably on the way out
there now, to have you fill It In at the
house, and Judge Blake Is wtth him to
perform the ceremony, I was going to
bring out your father In my blue car,
and make Tommy run your red one."
"Have him bring Jessie," begged Molly.
"I don't think she'll come," regretted
Fern. "Her folks won't let her."
"Dicky will," JdoUy assured her. "In
vite Dicky, too. Tell him I want him.
Have him bring Smash. He likes Dicky.
And bring all my red roses!"
"Anybody else?" asked Fern, quiver
ing with eagerness. "You can't have
Bert, you know. He's gone. He hustled
down to the police station to have Sledge
Both the girls laughed hilariously at
that absurd Idea, while Sledge Btood by
In a dumb trance.
"We'll hide him," giggled Molly, "If
we can find nny place big enough. I
don't want Judge Blake, Fern. Has Doc
tor Templeton gone?"
"Yes, but we can get nlm again,
shrilled Fern, whose voice had been grad
ually rising Iri pitch as she became more
and more excited. "He'll do anything
for me. Say, Molly, Jessie's here yet,
and she Just tells me that she's afraid
she won't dare come. Sledge, you know.
"You tell Jessie It's all right," di
rected Molly. "-Mr. Sledge U going to
take father's company Into the consoli
dation, and that will make everybody's
slock worth a hundred dollars a share
tomorrow morning, and the West End
Bank can pay out It9 depositors, and
Bert Glider can sell out his stock and his
amusement park property at a profit, nnd
go back East and be a social leader." She
turned from the telephone a minute.
"Say, Benny." Bhe addressed Sledge mis
chievously, sliding her disengaged hand
affeetlonatly up on his shoulder, would
ou object to having Doctor Templeton
"That preacher that soaked me In the
neck?" queried Sledge. "Hell, not"
The Illness of a prima donna scheduled
for four of the six operas which were to
havo been given at the Forrest Theatre
caused the cancellation of the San Carlo
comnany's engagement at that house.
The result was a musical evening of
moro usual proportions. Hunter Welsh,
pianist, Rnd Albert Spalding, violinist,
gave recitals, the former at the Little
Theatre, the latter at Wltherspoon Hall.
The meagrences of the audiences rather
than the playing of the artists Indicated
that tho musical season is waning
Mr. Welsh's Recital
Chopin, Schumann and Liszt were tho
Inevitable numbers on a program In
which tho earlier pieces were by all odds
tho most Interesting and moat Illumina
tive of tho player's capabilities. Those
pieces were two "choral preludes" and
tho "Chaconne" of Bach, arranged by
Ferruclo Busonl, and Mozart's Sonata In
A major. Bach for tho Inner light, Mo
zart for tho outer graces are tho Inex
orable testing ground for pianists. For
3Ir. Welsh It should be said Immediately
that he played them both excellently.
His tone Is always vigorous and strong,
In the preludes and In sections of the
Chaconne it was sonorous and full. In
Mozart it had the requisite delicacy T.io
technical difficulties of tho Chaconne, ar
ranged from the complex violin scorln3
by a master of the piano, taxed Mr.
Welsh severely, but he did not falter
under the strain. And his expression
(for one cannot speak of "Interpretation"
In the case of Bach) was splendidly ver
satile, contained, discreet; yet full, thor
oughly satisfying. Only artistic satis
faction could have come to Mr, Welsn
from his recital; of that he should have
The four parts ot Mr. Spalding's pro
gram did not Indicate a progression of
musical feeling, because Bach, with the
Inexplicable and Imperishable Chaconne,
stood second. He was preceded by Nlc
colo Porpora and followed by Tschalkow
sky, and later by a group of "violinist's
violin numbers." After one has played
Bach and Tschalkowsky well one Is per
mitted, no doubt, to play t'ne Inevitable,
so there need be no great criticism of Mr.
Spalding's final numbers. In particular
as they indicated his virtues and his fall
ings as equally n3 the rain descends on
just and unjust.
Not that Mr. Spalding's playing had
any of that quality of eternal righteous
ness which sometimes oharacterlzes the
phenomena of nature. He had difficulty
In finding accurate tone, and In keeping
It, and often In refining his tone for clear
ness he lost both power and sweetness
and tended to be sharp and piercing.
This was a notable defect In a gallery
of virtues. Mr. Spalding's playing Is
firm and strong, his interpretations mod
erate and Just. Often In a climax he
stirred his hearers through an evident
sincerity of feeling. One may speak of
him, not patronizingly, as a young violin
ist. He is young because his technique
Is stlU Imperfect; but more happily, ho
is young because he gives himself unre
servedly to his music, and it cannot be
that his devotion should not be rewarded,
in time, with high distinction.
"The Tales of Hoffmann"
When the Behrens Opera Club produces
"The Tales of Hoffmann" tonight the part
of Coppellus and Doctor Miracle, the
sinister duality of the later acts, will be
sung by Homer Llnd, who Is saving the
club from disaster by substituting for
Dr. S. H, Llpschutz. Doctor Lipschutz
was taken suddenly ill and Mr. Llnd can
celed a New York engagement to save
the opera. The singers of the leading
roles and the chorus and ballet have been
carefully trained. The performance at
the Academy tonight promises well.
SCHOOL GARDENING BEGUN
State College Professor Gives 1000
Trees First Meeting Today.
The contribution of 1000 small trees to
public school gardens by Professor Fer
guson, of State College, marks the first
Important step In the new course of
In a meeting of garden enthusiasts, to
bo held in the Stock Exchange Building
today, plans for the study of soil culture,
flowers and vegetables will be formulated,
whereby school children will be taught
to care for trees and to fight the various
Insects that prey upon them. Arrange
ments will be made for a garden exhibit
at the end of the Bummer, at which prizes
will be awarded to the juvenile gardeners
achieving the best results. Miss Caro
Miller, director of school gardens, will
present her plan of work.
i 'ml 7l ' " iisTl"
lTiinernt nf Tli- tr t m
The funeral of Dr. Itarr'y b"?,.' .
""afantlne physician of the Port
adelphla under nnvnenn. Jfr" ? Yha.i
ministration, wa, held today ,! I W
terment will be held f In rJlrd.ft'1 H
tomorrow. Doctor Dru. , '..y
large practice In this city for w.m?l" MI
iiis aenm ounuay came In tils tVZ M
of several medical societies m'? I
and three daughters, Mrs 'u 251
Laughlln, of Cynwyd; MS.' Ki. V. "'l
tar and Mis, MargaVt BrowS,!
Nathan A. TavW
Nathan A. Taylor, a senior menu- ,'M
the firm of N. & O, Taylor rw'f ot 1
tlnplate manufacturers, and a nrnmi. 7 '
member of the Union LcaluS, ttf
avenue." -StT Martins, "'e'UT. WW
nld. Mr. Tnvlnr'. firn, ...uVJ? ,M rj
the oldest tlnolate enneni-no i- m. ?' 6' ;
try, was founded 103 years ago V w
granaiatner, w imam Taylor, He . -j
memhor nt h Ttnn-n Tn. r.,..L Jr' '
delphla Cricket Club and the p'hid,N
unit wuuiiity viuu, xio leaven a . '
who was Miss Florence N, Supolee ZL
four dnughters. Mrs W. W. Justice m
William M. Humphrey. Mls, jj'-fj";
Tnvlnr nnA MIm Mhll. ....,. '",1B,i
Tho funeral services will take d1m
tomorrow afternoon at Mr. Tavio.'.
Vinmo In Hf Morllnn "J1WI
James T. Halsey
i.Tnmen T. Hnlsev. n tcii.lh-.l .
vfentor, died early today at the Unlvsriit.
"""i'""1 ut.i ..i, iiiub ot several"
months. An nnerntlnn. mi '.)
, ....., ,..,,wl ,as per-
formed as a last resort to save hlslif.iil
,..v.vi iuuiv. -. uiiu urs, -Harrison
Crulkshank, Bon-ln-law and daughter oil
mlngton. Del., and. with other relative S
..AfA t.ltt. film In It I H t. . - "TtfW
,wc ...., Hi,,, ,,i hid 1Uei. juumenis. in adO
anion to .urs. LrumsnanK, air Halsey ft J
survived by a widow and another danth-8
ter, Helolse Minor Halsey. Mr. Halter
was fi3 vpora nlrt Tin wob n '!
of the Merlon Club and lived at Mil
Doum mq. street.
Louis R. Halstcad
Louis H. Halstead, head of the firm ntl
Halstcad & Co., brass founders, died yi-l
l-1n.. n l.l l.AV. " r.1 , ..' .Ui
.; ut, y uv ii. a iiuiiic. -wo iie&inut street,M
luiiunuitf un uinesa 01 lour months dll-j
ratio He was 45 years old. Mr. h.i.1
stcaV succeeded his father, David hj.
stead. In the control of the brass foundry!
In WS. The concern was founded In BaS
Surviving him are his widow and oniS
son. He was a Mason and a member of
numuer oi iraiernai orders.
MrCALL SELLERS. At St Peter's P. E.S
Church, nt noon April 28, 1915, by tail
Rev Dr. Edward St. Jeflerys, RICHARD1
COXE McCALL, eon of Mr. and Mrtl
George McCall, and ELLEN JAQUEItJ
auuLtLtH-ss, aaiiKmer oi 3ir. ana Olrt. 4.1
win jaquaii sellers.
jMTKniJAClf. On Monday, April 56, HIS,"
at her residence. 173 W. 72d St.. New York,
city, ROSA AUERDACH, beloed sitter eti
Mrs. L. Ilanberger and Jullui Auerbicb. Uh
tho "Cih year of her n&e Funeral tertlctl
will bo hold at Mount Slnat Cemetery,4
Wednesday, 'April IS. at 12 o'clock noon, j
COANE Suddenly, on April 24,1915. LADRA
R.. wife of Roliert Coonc Relative! arnlj
friends are Invited to attend the ruaerilt
services Wednesday afternoon, at 3 o'clock
ai ner ia risiapire. iin . nesinui l. in-s
terment strletlv private. Pleape omit novmaJl
TALKENirAGEN On April 25, lols. Jo.l
BLii'iiiNE. widow or I'ranK antennannffi
Relatives and friends, alto Ponemah Council,!
Xo. 7S, D. of P. nre Invited to attend tlaS
tunerai services, on vveancsany. at Z.JU p. n.1
nrccltelv. nt her late residence. 3.104 X. 13ta
Bt. Interment private, at Weetmlntter C(B-$
i i,.-.i.mjKi.. un April -'4. mil. at ner rn.
.,....- ,-,....... r....... x- T i?r ivi T wi.
UCIILC, UVTN IXI.JtC, 4. I . -wUl-,1 M., nil ,-V
of Captain Georse W Fenlmore Rclitlvti.fi
and friends are Invited to attend the fuRtrtlV
cervices, nn weanesaay aiieinnon, m g
o'clock precisely, at the residence ot bits
iiciiiat, .unit ii. .iai:iMiue, tu- im.u, v, .s
Philadelphia. Interment private. ,H'
HALSTEAD. At his late residence, IWl,,i
ncsinui si., on .vprii ziu iiu), i.uuia n ,
husband nf s. Edith Halstead. Due notlct1
of the funeral will be given.
HICKMAN On the 2.'ith inst.. LEWIS H j
HICKMAN'. In hln TTtli vrar. Relatives ini
friends nre Invited to attend the funertl, ca Si
vvtnnesciav, nt 1 o ciock, irom tne resiacntj
of his son-in-law, John E Ingham, ChettM '
Heights, f'a. Interment .it Friends' Burrluc
Ground. Chichester. Pa. Carriages will meet .
trains leaving Oxford at 10 30 and FMUdd ,
Phla at U 01 at Chester Heights. Ta,
IIIGGIXS On Anrll "fi. 1013. MART '
1'AL'LINE. daughter of the late FrtacU t
l.vncn uigginn. .11 u.. ann i-aunne j-ji
lllgglns. Due notice of funeral will be ftvea. .
1I11NOLI) On Anrll 23. 1015. REGINA.
widow of Henry Hunold, Sr., aged 71 years.'!
Relatives ami rrienas, also iioiy Trinity A"",s
CMn.M., nA Int.lt.J A Bl.anJ th fun-Mi' H
nn WrfnesHflV mnrnlnt. nt R o'clock. frOIBJ
her late residence, 333 South 0th st. Sola6j
iiequiem .viass at tioiy irinuy v.(iur-,a
0 30 a. m. precisely. Interment at HolyCrp'ta
KAY. On April '.'51015, JAMES CLARK
KAY, son of John and Margaret Kay, In hit
J12d year, of ParOck, Glasgow, Sc0U1.nl
Ttinral frnm ruslilpnrA nf hla uncle. Uti
Samuel Clark, 210 Belgrade st , on Wedaet-'
day, 1 o'clock. Interment private, i.
Wl.-VCl-lT rn Anrll 1. 1Q1S TUMKAH1I
wife ot Sylvester Keyier and sister p( the
uie. jiontgomery vvara, oi umcasv. u "t
71tt year Relatives and friends are inv!U4
ic ine xunerai. oervices on veanuj ..,
ernoon. at 2 o'clock, at her late rWn"
4040 Itublcjm avenue. Germantown. inter'.
IlIKfiEIt rin Anrll 55. 1D15. CONRAD
RIEGER. huaband of Wllhelmlna BMi
tnee Dlclcel), aged SO years. Relatives sua
irienas. also memocrB oi ocniner ww5. -
ns rt -, t- M...I.. 1 Arlii Vn 1Z. K.
of P.; Humboldt Lodge. No, 1. F. O. of H
S.. and members of the German RMJ""!!
Salem cnurch, are invited to sunn yi.
luncral services, on Thursday afternoon, st J,
o'clock precisely, at his lata residence
7St N. 2.'ld tt. Interment private at Nojttj
c.ftinVQ 1.-ns-a.l Inln rt nn Aerll -V
IMS. SARAH A., widow f the late WIUj"3
blmmuns. Relatives and friends ,'fI
to attend tne iiinerai service, un ,. ,;- 't
afternoon, fit 2 o'clock, at her late retUtattj.
1412 Wharton at. Interment private. J
TAYLOR On April 26. 1015 l""",
A TAYLOR, ut his home, St. SliJM
Chestnut ii ii, in n.ouu ,u. I3KS.-
416 Moreland ... , St. Martin's, on Wrings
m 4U P. i1' -ur l Jllll O, -..-- ,
WHITE. In Providence, R. I., on April U,
' 1015. KATE MERWIN, wife of tfcj "
William Wurta While. Funeral vlct
he d Monday. April 24 1015. at 11 a itu
her late residence, 150 0?rs st. IntjrBW'
., cn Pnint Cemetery. Providence. R. t- j
1 k . - " Jfek. I