Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 178, 13 June 1916 — Page 10

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, TUESDAY, JUNE 13, 1916 Page of Slimmer Readin ultry June

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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.

"Oh, I know itll be Interesting! I've always wanted to see a rehearsal!" "This won't be the real thing only a cheap fill-In cast, deprecated Warren, as they turned into an office building tenanted chiefly by theatrical agencies. It was after eight, the elevator was not running and they had to walk up to the fifth floor. The hall was dark,, but a light none through the frosted glass door

, Disconcerted at the sound of ham- ( mering and loud voices, Helen drew back. t "Dear," maybe Laura shouldn't have asked us the others may not (like it" "Huh, think 111 be dragged way 1 up here for nothing? Now we're here i we'll see what's doing." The door was opened by a young j man in his shirt sleeves. k Another man was hammering a box, roughly ' painted to represent a safe. Laura, her hair down and a towel around her shoulders, was "making up." ! She greeted them cordially, lntroi dn'lne' tVia twn mon Mr. Mri7ahn.

the author and the manager of the sketch, and Mr. Bailey, who played in it. "I'm afraid this Is an intrusion," apologized Helen. "Not at all if you don't mind the muss," Mr. McCahn laid his cigarette on the window sill. "We're wiring this safe to try It out tonight." "You open tomorrow," asked Warren.

"Yes, at the Bronx Palladium. It's a three-a-day house; we go on first at one." I don't see how we can," complained Laura. "Nothing's ready and you've changed my lines so it's like a new part." "We've got all night to rehearse. Now come on," he pushed the wabbly safe against the wall. "Herere the wings," chalking the floor. "No, that's all right," as Warren moved

back his chair "you're off stage." Mr. Bailey was hurriedly slipping on a gray wig and mustache. "Ready, Miss Wilson?" ' Nervously finishing her make-up, Laura took her seat at the desk In the center of the chalked floor space. Mr. McCahn glanced at his watch, rapped his pencil, and the act was "on." , Laura, pounding the keys of the

typewriter, at a "ting-a-ling cue,

turned to the dummy 'phone.

"Yes. this is Mr. Holt's office. Do

vou want to speak to him?"

Here Mr. Bailey came on and took

the receiver.

"Hello! This is Mr. Holt," in a

stilted, throaty voice. "At 10 o'clock

tonight. Here in my office.

Yes, I'll have the cash." Then to Laura. "You can leave those papers

on my desk, Miss Marsh. Tm to meet some gentlemen here this evening." "No no," broke in Mr. McCahn, "you don't cross on that line. That turns her face from the audience. Take that over."

Tie Ciwice"

Bv Wm. J. Burns and Isabel Ostrander

A Reel Detective Story by the World's Greatest Detective. A Fascinating Love Story Interwoven with the Tangled Threads of Mystery.' Copyright, 1916, W. J. Watt Company. Newspaper rights by International News Service

"This Is quite true Mr. Carlis. I

did decline the offers extended to me."

"But surely you cannot -refuse! Good heavens man, do you realize what it means If you do? It isn't only that there is a fortune in it for you, your reputation stands or falls on your decision! This is a public charge! The people really want you! If you wont, for some reason of your own, come to the rescue now, when you are publicly called upon, youll be a ruined man!" The Boss ascended in a shrill falsetto of remonstrance . "There may be two opinions as to that Mr. Carlis," Blaine returned quietly. "As far as the financial argument goes, I think you discovered long ago that its appeal to me is based upon a different point of view than your

own. You forget that I am not a

servant of the public, but a private citizen, free to .accept or decline such offers as are made to me in my line

of business, as I choose. This affair

is not a public charge, but a business I

proposition, which I decline. As to my reputation depending upon it, I differ with you. My reputation will stand, I think, upon my record in the past, even if every yellow newspaper in the city is paid to revile me." Carlis rested his plump hands upon his widespread knees, and leaned as far forward, in his eager anxiety, as his obese figure would permit. "But why?" he fairly wailed, his carefully rounded, oratorical, tones forgotten. "Why on earth do you decline this offer. Blaine? You've nothing big on hand now nothing your operatives . can't attend to. There isn't a case big enough for your attention on the calendar! You know as well as I do that Illington is clean and that the lid is on for keeps! The police are taking care of the petty crimes, and there's absolutely nothing doing in your line here at the moment. This is the chance of your career! Why on earth do you refuse it?" "Well, Mr. Carlis, let us say, for In

stance, that my health Is not quite as good as it was, and I find the air of Illington agrees with it better just now than that of Grafton." Blaine leaned back easily in his chair, and after 'a slight pause he added speculatively, with deliberate intent. "I didn't know you had interests there!" The Boss purpled. "Look here, Blaine!" he bellowed. "What dyou mean by that?" "Merely following a : train of thought, Mr. Carlis," returned the detective lmperturbably. "I was trying to figure out why you were so desperately anxious to have me go to Grafton" "I tell you I am here at the urgent request of the mayor and the chief of police!" the fat man protested, but faintly, as if the unexpected attack had temporarily winded him. "Why

in h 11 should I want you to go to Grafton?"

"Presumably because Grafton is some fourteen hundred miles from Illington," remarked Blaine, his quietly unemotional tones hardening suddenly like tempered steel. "Going to try to pull off something here in town which you think could be more easily done if I were away? Cards on the table. Mr. Carlis! You tried to bribe me in a case once, and you failed. Then you tried bullying me and you found that didn't work, either. Now you've come again with your hook baited with patriotism, public spirit, the cry of the people and all the rest of the guff the newspapers you control have been handing out to their readers since you took them over. What's the idea?" (More Tomorrow.)

WITH THE REEL PEOPLE What's What at Movie Houses

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Cheese Souffle

By CONSTANCE CLARKE.

LYRIC. "As In A Dream," at the Lyric tonightDonald Robbins is a settlement worker in the slums. Among others whom he helps and cares for is Evelyn Wilson, a sweat-shop worker who has been ruined by Bronson Powers, a son of the idle rich. Bronson Powers is the fiance of Elaine Cameron, daughter of the multimillionaire factory and sweatshop owner, Bruce Cameron, a narrowminded, miserly man whose sole use for his immense wealth is endowing memorial libraries to perpetuate his own fame. One day while Elaine, the money-

master's daughter, is out riding, she has a fall from her horse, which affects her memory. She wanders into the slum district and after coming into contact with many .dangers, is saved and cared for by Donald Robbins, who takes her into his home as he has done the unfortunate Evelyn. Elaine goes to work in one of her own father's factories and helps with the support of the little family.

THIS cheese souffle is delicious and the recipe ia easily prepared. Take half a cup of line flour, half a cup of butter, three raw yolks of eggs, a pinch of pepper, a altspoonful of salt, and mix these with one pint ot cold milk, atir over the fire till It bolls, then add two more tablespoonfuls of cold milk, six ounces of grated parmesan cheese and live whites of eggs, whipped stiff, with a pinch of salt. Butter a souffle dtoh and fix around it a band of buttered paper so as to stand two or

three Inches above the edge Of th dish; pour in the above souffle mixture, sprinkle the top with few browned bread crumbs, put a few little- pieces of butter here and there on the top to keep it moist, and bake in a moderate oven for three-quarters of an hour. When cooked, remove the paper and serve at once; a little grated cheese may be sprinkled oa the top. If liked. This is a good dish for luncheon, or for a second course or savoury at dinner; it can also be cooked In little fancy cases.

To-morrow Stuffed Tomatoes

: ; : i 1 1 Your Daily Laugh j

! Mr. Dog sat in front of his house! ! looking very sad; Mr. Tom Cat came J along with his head . hanging down, j , very sad, too. "Hello, Tommy," said Mr. Dog; "you look as 6ad as I feel. What is ! the matter?" "Matter enough, Mr. Dog," said Mr. j Tom Cat; "I have Just been driven j out of the house with a broom by the j cook, who says I am of no use; that j I am too fat and too well fed to catch i the mice. "Mr. Dog, I have caught all the j mice in that house for years and just ! because I slept one night that was last night that cook forgets all about ; all the good work I have done in the past and puts me out, and with a broom, too. Oh! it is too terrible, and I have not had my breakfast either." "Tommle, dear fellow," said Mr. Dog. "you certainly have a hard time of it, but let me tell you what has happened to me after all my years of service to the master. Last night a fox got into the henhouse and just because I did not keep awake all night and catch him the master took me up to the hen house and put my nose right down on the floor where that fox had walked and then he boxed my ears before all the hens and chickens and eaid I was getting bid and good-

good fellows as we are get such treatment. That is what I would like to know, Thomas- Cat." Mr. Tom Cat licked his mouth and stretched himself before he answered, "I think, Mr. Dog, we better give the master and cook a chance to think over what they have done to us and perhaps they may remember all the good things we have done all these years and think that one little mistake was not so bad after all. I am for running away, I am; what do you say?" "Now, I never thought of that, Thomas," said Mr. Dog, standing up and looking very serious. "I believe

that is a good plan, Thomas, I do, indeed, but where 6hall we run?" "Oh. we can walk; you know we don't have to run at all, only they call it running away if you go off where people can't find you," said Mr. Tom Cat. "I know a place we can go; come with me." "I'll go with you," said Mr. Dog; "lead the way, Thomas." Just as they were passing the barn yard they saw Mr. Rooster scrooched under the fence. "Hello, Mr. Rooster," said Mr. Dog; "what has happened to you that you look so unhappy this morning?" . "Why wouldn't I look unhappy," replied Mr. Rooster; "here I have been on this farm and looking after all those silly hens these long years, and this morning the master he wished the fox had got me last night instead of the hen he carried off. I tell you it is hard luck, after all I have done for the master." "Come with us," said Mr. Tom Cat. "We are running away; the cook

chased me out this morning because I happened to sleep all night and didn't catch the mice, and Mr. Dog

was blamed because the fox got into your home last night We are not appreciated around here, that is plain. Will you come along?" "I had never thought of running away," said Mr. Rooster, getting out from under the fence and flapping the dust from his wings, "but I think I like the idea of running away. I will go along with you. Perhaps the master and those foolish hens of mine will begin to think what a fine fellow I am and wish I had not gone. Where are you going?" "O, to a place I know where no one will find us," said Mr. Tom Cat, running ahead. "Mr. Dog and Mr. Rooster followed Mr. Tom Cat, and soon they were in the woods where the bushes grew thick and the trees shut out the sun. "Here we are," said Mr. Tom Cat; "now no one will find us and we can rest in ease." "I have not had my breakfast," said Mr. Rooster, scratching the ground. "Neither have we," said Mr. Tom Cat, "but I have heard somewhere that you should not think of your troubles and they will not bother you, so suppose we each tell a story to take up the time and also take our minds off of the thought that we have not had our breakfast. You begin, Mr. Dog, because you are such a good story teller and have had so many adventures." Mr. Dog looked very wise and scratched his head as if he was thinking very hard. "Did I ever tell you about how I treed a Coon?" he asked. Mr. Rooster and Mr. Tom Cat said they never had heard it, but they should like to hear about it very much indeed, and tomorrow I will tell you the story Mr. Dog told them. Tomorrow's story -"The Three Runaways" Part II.

ANOTHER RUN. Gives a fellow quite a jar You can safely bet When his handsome motor car Runs him into debt

tor-nothing and I have not had a bite to cat this morning. I wonder what this place is coming to when such

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William L. Caldwell, of Chicago, was two hours late to work one day recently because his rooster that called him at 6 o'clock each morning died during the night

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DEDUCTIVE REASONING. "Is there any mail for me?" "Yes, there's a dead letter here for rOU." "My word! Whom do you suppose aas died?"

AT THE SHORE. !he has a pretty ankle And she has a pretty face Knd she uses her pretty parasol With quite effective grace.

THE ENTHUSIAST. While the golf season's open, he think: He needs but to sleep forty winks; From spring-time to fall He's addressing the ball. And they say that he lives on the links.

JANITOR APPOINTED

EATON, O., June 13. George Richardson, colored, was appointed court house janitor Monday by the board of county commissioners.. He succeeds John V. Harris, who. resigned after two years service. The salary of the office was reduced to $50 from $68.

A thirty-pound baby arrived at the home of R. B. Caudill of Indiana Bottom. Ky., not. long ago, according to Dr. Isoni the attending physician.

"Tell me about it, dear," Julia urged gently. Was her sister going to confide. in her at last? Caryl told all that she thought it best to tell, omitting any mention of the high-balls. Julia, remembering the smell of liquor on the girl's breath noticed this omission, and knew Caryl was withholding perhaps as much as she was telling. She longed to warn the child before it was too late. But how to do it? Tactfully, she drew her companion's attention to the fact that the man who had taken her

driving was a rich, educated man, j

while she was but a poor stenographer. It would be wiser, she counseled, for a girl in such a position to be sure what the intentions of a man

were before receiving favors from i him. Caryl disagreed strenuously.

and the altercation continued until , I they had reached the New York side';

of the river. t "You mean," said Caryl hotly, as they crossed the square toward the downtown car, "that I must make up my mind never to know a real gentleman?" j "Dear," protested Julia. "I did not say that! I only claim that a poor, J none-too-well-educated girl, in our j

class, should not accept the seeming devotion or the marked attention of a man in a circle much above her!" "Oh! I wish " began Caryl angrily. She stopped suddenly. Toward them was coming the man who had followed them on the street weeks ago and had spoken to them afterward in the restaurant. He was hurrying to catch the ferry and did not see the girls until he was abreast of them. Then he lifted his hat with a flourish as he ran by them. "Good evening!" exclaimed Caryl, in a high-pitched, excited voice. Her sister clutched her arm when TAX BOARD ORGANIZES

the man had passed. "Caryl!" she gasped, "what do you mean by speaking to that dreadful man?" "I mean," declared Caryl defiantly, "that if I belong to a class of girls that cannot associate with gentlemen, I may as well learn to associate with the kind of man who belongs to the class in which you put me!" It was when they were seated side by side on the downtown car that

Julia Marvin answered her sister's declaration of defiance. "Dear," she paid, steadying her voice to calmness, "you did not mean what you just said. You were angry, dear. Let's forget all about it." But in her heart she was sickwith fear of what Caryl might do if angered or thwarted in her own desires or inclinations." (More Tomorrow.)

TOO INQUISITIVE. She Do you love me madly? He Of course, one must be mad tc ive at all.

EATON, O., June 13 Preble county's tax revision board was re-organized Monday by the selection of Henry Grasshoff, Democrat, of Lanier township. Other members of the board are Scott E. Fowler, Republican, Camden, and Harry D. Collins, Re

publican, New Paris. By virtue of j his office. County Auditor Rehfuss is I

the board s secretary.

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