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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, FRIDAY, APRIL 14, 1916 I LAKHSY't TO!

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ByVirginia Terhune Van de Water

"It's time you began, dear." Julia reminded her. "We have been here for almost a fortnight and you have done nothing except walk about and look in the shop windows." "Well,, I wanted to see a little of the city' before settling down," Caryl explained. "As it is, we haven't been anywhere in the evenings, but have just sat cooped up here In this room reading." "That is where we ought to have stayed," replied Julia. "Our time in this house will be up soon and I must look around again for other quarters. I haven't seen a thing I like yet. The cheap places are so dirty!" Caryl shuddered. "They're dreadul!" she exclaimed. "I don't see vhy you need be so stingy, Julia. We lave our money from the bank be--ides what we may earn." Julia looked grave. "See here, "aryl," she said, "our fare to New York, the transferring of our baggage, "he car fares since we have been here and our board and room have taken a good bit of that money." "And we have nothing to Bhow for it!'.' Interrupted the other. "That has nothing to do with the matter," continued Julia. "I want you to remember that you have to pay for your lessons in stenography, if you still insist that that is the kind of work you want to do." She paused hopefully, but Caryl only nodded affirmation of the statement, and the sister hurried on. "You must begin at once on your ltssons and lay aside now the price of these. Then you will have to live on what money will be left and what I can make. Think of that, please." .

"I don't want you to support 'me!" Caryl resented. "It's not kind of you to say you'll have to do it." "Then what are you going to do about it? You might, of course, get work in astore, and go to night school for your lessons, but that would be pretty hard for you." The younger girl shook her head. "I just ' will not be a common shop girl!" 6he insisted. Then, starting to her feet,' she began putting on her hat. ''Come on!" she said, "let's go up to that business college you heard of and make our plans. After that's done, we'll look for a decent room. The thought of the kind we've seen makes me sick." Without a word the older girl go ready for the expedition. Caryl's illtemper was short-lived, and had vanished before her interview with the head of the business school to which their steps had been directed. At the end of five minutes' talk she had engaged to take a six months' course in stenography, for which she was to pay sixty dollars, in four installments the first on admission to the school. "I shall begin next week when you go to work," she informed her sister on their way downtown. "You see, when I have laid aside my money for my, lessons, T will still have somewhere around . hundred and fifty dollars left." Her sister forebore to ask her how she expected to live and dress for a half year on that. What was the use? No matter what she said it would end in the older girl's helping the younger one. She had always done this since

j Caryl was a baby.

It was to please Caryl that she at last took a room for which they must pay more tLao she felt was prudent. It was on West Twenty-second street, up two flights of stairs. It was of a fair size, steam-heated in winter, and there was a sink with running water in the hall outside the door. "We can prepare our breakfasts here. I suppose?" asked Julia of the landlady, who showed them the room. "Well, yes," she answered, "if you don't make any mess. That is, you can boil a little coffee over an alcohol .lamp. Or, if you' are nice quiet lodgers, you might sometimes run into my kitchen to make 3-our coffee." "Oh, thank you!" said, Julia. "And Is there a restaurant near here?" "There's a good eating place on the next block," said the woman. "You

I can get a meal ticket for two meals a

day at three and a half a week. But I guess you'll lunch where you work.

I Most young ladies do."

"Well," mused Caryl, as they walked east on Twenty-second street, "it isn't much of a place, but I suppose it's the best we can do on the money we have." "It's better than we can really afford to do." returned Julia. Then, as she saw the cloud of discontent gathering on her sister's brow, she turned the conversation into other channels. Julia and Caryl Marvin walked along in silence for some blocks after leaving the house in which they had just rented a room. It was late in the afternoon and street lights and electric signs were beginning to combat the gathering gloom. (To Be Continued.)

Billy was tired and'bored,

So Billy sat In a very unhappy mood on a beneh near the great iron gate of the driveway into his handsome home. Out in the road children were tumbling about and chasing each other; boys were having a game of ball on a big common in sight. But poor Billy lu.d to pay the penalty of being the only child of a very rich and very delicate mother. A ragged newsboy strolled down the way outside the fence, whistling, with his hands in his pockets and an old cap O ; his tangled red hair. Billy looked around nurse was. sound asleep in a garden chair. "Hello, boy!" exclaimed Billy, run

ning to the fence. "Won't you come ! in and play with me?" I "Who? Me?" replied Ned. "Why,;

pect to think of anything else but the

fun of running away

"If you don't take me I will run off

with some other-boys," be said. So

voice " tremulous vith delight. "And

here are tUe goodies five pies and

a dozen small cakes. Then I have $5 in my. pocket. What let's do first?" "Why eat what we want, then take in the movies," said Ned, who was always hungry. So both bOys ran off to a distant park, where they ate as much as they could hold. After that it was a trip to the nearest moving

and soon fell into a troubled rest till he was awakened about dawn by a big man shaking him roughly, v ' "Get out of here!" roared the man, who was the coachman for the owner of the stable. "Clear out, you kids, or I will call the cop," and he pushed" the sleepy lads down the ladder. When Billy found himself in the gray dawn of a drizzly day standing? In the street with no overcoat and no

bath he for the first time felt uncom-

picture show. After the show Ned

said ne would mid places for them tojfortable about his trip. Then he re-5 sleep and went to his old resort, the solved to be brave like Ned. "Well," v loft in a carriage barn. j he said, cheerfuly. "we can get It seemed very fine to Billv to belh reakfast now T kivo nlcrf v of.

Ned promised to meet him at dusk 1 with Ned and no one to bother them, t monev to nav for it" Rut n-hn he:

out behind the stable gate. The loft smelled of hay. and the two: nut his hands in his Dockets the

growing dark when Billy boys curled up on the bags in a cor-:monev was cone lost in the hav.

It was

crept down into the pantry and filled a paper bag with cakes and pies. Then he flew through the stable yard and hid in the shadow of the gate. In a few moments Ned came up quietly. "Hi, here I am, whispered Bily in

Helen and Warren; Their Married Life

By MRS. MABEL HERBERT URNER Originator of "Their Married Life," Author of "The Journal of a "Keglected Wife," "The Woman Alone," Etc.

Although but slightly familiar witn Baltimore, Warren promptly located a glittering cafe, before which stood a line of taxis. Inside the music, dancing and reflecting mirrors dispensed an atmosphere of gayety. Warren, after a discriminating glance over the menu, ordered stewed snapper, a famous Baltimore dish. And with the feeling of irresponsibility that being away on a trip induces they lingered over the supper until after one. When they came out thj air was damp and the full moon of the earlier evening was now behind threatening clouds. "Ought to have brought .that umbrella. Come on, we'll have to walk," announced Warren. "Don't know where these cars go." They had gone five or six blocks when he paused with a sharp, "See here, is this right? Thought, we came up this street, but I don't remember that," nodding to a tall-spired church within an old burying ground. Warren's sense of location was usually infallible, but at the next corner he paused again, plainly puzzled. "Hanged if I know where we are. I'll ask in that drug store. What's the name of that blamed hotel?". "Why the " But in that second the name slipped from her. "Oh, how stupid, I just had it! The the oh, dear, what WAS it?" With a low whistle Warren thrust his hands in his pockets. "Well, we are fit candidates for the institute of the feeble-minded!" "But. dear, we'll find it." excitedly "Of course we'll find it!" "How in- blazes if we've forgotten the name? We'll stop at that drug store and look over the hotels in the 'phone book. Maybe that'll bring it." Although the red and blue jars shone out cheerfully, the drug store was closed. And as far as they could see down that long dark street there was not another lighted window. Warren, who had seemed more

amuseu man angry, was now swear

"We'il take a taxi." he muttered. "1 don't know where the deuce we are." But there was no taxi in sight, and they had to make their way back

toward the theatre district before they found one. The driver, to whom Warren explained their predicament, hopefully mentioned a number of the smaller hotels, but none seemed familiar. "The Aldine," repeated Helen vaguely. "Dear, could that be it?" "That's right near here, ma'am. Take you there in five minutes." "All right, go ahead," ordered Warren, bundling Helen into the taxi. Afraid to speak, Helen gazed out at the dark, sombrous buildings. It was all her fault! Every second she expected Warren to flare out at her. The cab was drawing up now before a wholly unfamiliar doorway. "There's 'nother one just above here, the Langdon maybe that's it," suggested the driver, when Warren scowlingly waved him on. "No, we've had enough of this. Take us to the Belvedere." To Be Continued.

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I am too ragged your folks wouldn't let me in 6uch a fine place." . "Fine, 1 guess you don't know it," said Billy with a frown. "I am so lonesome and so tired of being by myself. I hate French maids. And mother is afraid for me to play with other boys. I would just love to come out and live with you." "Live with me," laughed Ned. "Why, kid, I haven't got any home my parents are dead ; I sell papers and sleep anywhere I can."

Ned looked serious. He could not I see the fun in his poverty. But Billy,' who had never known what it was to j want for anything, did not understand.; "Won't you let me come and live') with you a while,' sighed Billy. "I j can slip off tonight. I can stay withj you and sell papers I have $5 in my.

bank, then I can bring a lot of cake and pies out of our pantry." "Sure and I would like to have you," replied Ned. "But won't your mother be awful worried about you?" But Billy was too happy at the pros-

" 7 OIF? " The Story of JLj Vy JL a Great Love A Thrilling Serial of Devotion and Mystery

Brooke had only met the old lady once. She was a confirmed invalid, the widow of a Church of England clergyman, who had been dead some fifteen years. Mrs. Melhuish lived on her limited means in a private hotel in Queen's Gate. Di had probably wired .to the Junior Charlton after he had left. Her message, which would explain everything satisfactorily, was waiting him there at this very moment. What a fool he was to sit there and worry unnecessarily. He would ring up the club at once. He was about to do so when Collier

brought in a batch of letters and two j on three telegrams. Who knew, the ; explanation might be here! 1 "That will do Collier,' said Brooke, I

dismissing the man. "I'll ring for you in a few minutes. By the way, you might, go and telephone the Junior Calrton and the Junior Traveller, and inquire if there is any message or anything for me. "Very good, sir." Brooke sat down and quickly, but methodically opened his correspondence, starting with the telegrams. The telegrams were unimportant, and dealt with business matters. There was a long one from Lord Lemonvale suggesting an interview later in the day: there was another from Polita, saying he was starting

ing under his breath. The situation Ior ruseis 10 see Ine KmB 01 ine

was no longer novel-it was dP5. 1 Belgians, ana requesting a iev moderate, i ments' private conversation with Mr.

It was two o'clock, pitch dark, and ' H100Ke ueiore ne guinea uy me mSui

beginning to rain. They were in a strange city, and had left their baggage at an obscure hotel, of which tliey could not even remember the name.

Queen's Gate," said Brooke to the driver of a taxicab five minutes later. The man took him at his word, with the result that a quarter of an hour later Brooke stood on the steps of No. 305 Queen's Gate, asking a German waiter whether Mrs. Melhuish was at home. But Mrs. Melhuish was not at home; she was not even in London. "Mrs. Melhuish," said the German,

"is staying at Bournemouth. She went away last week and will not be back for a month." Brooke then remembered vaguely that he had heard something about this from his wife several days ago. "Can you give me her address in Bournemouth?" he asked, eagerly. The waiter retired and returned with the required information. "The Firlands, Branksome Wood road, care of Lady Walkington," he noted on his cuff, gave the man half a crown and returned to his waiting cab. "The nearest telegraph office," he said. "Is Diana with you?" he wired a few minutes later. "If not, when did you last hear from her? Wire reply to Savoy. "GODFREY BROOKE." To Be Continued.

At Movies Tonight

of very great impor-

LYRIC. Wurra. wurra, aud oi yoi! It was a great fight that two-round bout between A. Cross Leech, the Jewish Lion, and Mike McGinnis, the Irish Terror. It all came off toward the end of the L-Ko howler, "For the Love of

train nothing

tance. It was the same with the letters. Half a dozen business communications which could have as well have been attended to by his secretary, several invitations, and the usual batch of congratulations which had been flooding him for the last two days. He flung the open correspondence onto his table for future attention and went in search of Collier and the telephone, which was in the adjoining room. Collier was speaking at the instrument. "There is nothing, sir," he said, ringing off. "Have you tried oth clubs?" "Yes. sir." "Humph! That seems strange! Are you quite sure?" Collier did not feel called upon to answer the needless question. Of course he was quite sure. He knew what he had been doing.

A close observer of physiognomy

Mike and Rosie," at the Lyric tonight.

and the ring in which it was staged by might have seen Brooke's grim, tan- j

amr iu, iuo,uu, -"h-, icocmuiru j nea iace paie a nine ana a siarueu Madison Square Garden in its infancy. h00k come into his blue, dog-like eyes. The fight scenes are said to be thej "I'm going out now," he said to the

most ludicrous ever punea on witnout s man. "I do not expect to be long.

the use of Marquis of Queensbury

rule. The box-fighters maul billyhell out of each other -and in one closeup

M ike McGinnis illustrates his famous

Telephone to the City and say I shall not be down today and that anyone who wants to see me must come here.

I shall probably lunch here. Tell Mr.

whiffenpoof punch which, as every i Coleman to come around about three ringside veteran knows, is even more and attend to these letters." deadly than the wampus corkscrew, a Mr. Coleman was Brooke's private slaughter house swing which, when ; secretary. landed on the fifth dorsal vertebra, is j "Very" good, sir." said the man

a sure sleep producer. J "Drive as hard aa you like to 305 j

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ner and were soon asleep. But about 1 And there was poor Billy in the rain i

miamgnt amy vo&e up. ne was cold, with nothing to eat and not a nennv

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wind shaking the great building. Ned snored as if he enjoyed his sleep. So Billy snuggled up close to the. boy

in his pocket.

Tomorrow's Story "How Billy Ran Away" Part II. I (Continued Tomorrow.)

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