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THE MGH2I02ID PALLADIUM AND SDN-TELEGRA1L T7EDNESDAY, JUNE 14, 1916 es ' Recipes lor : Dainty Disties stance

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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 Neglected Wife," "The Woman Alone," Etc.

Interrupting every other line, it took almost an hour to rehearse the twenty-minute sketch. To Helen the act seemed hopelessly thin and crude. She knew that Laura was in desperate need of money, but surely she could hare found something better than this. "What d'you think of itr asked Mr.

McCahn with cheerful self-confidence.

(Little rough In places?" , "Yes, it might be polished up a bit," was Warren's guarded answer. "It needs more punch that's what it needs ! Drags there on that safe scene. What do you think, Mrs. Curtis?"' "Oh, I I thought it was very interesting," avoiding Laura's glance. , "Well, let's try that safe scene again. Take it from there." ; Mr. Bailey tore off the gray wig and mustache of the , prosperous father and jerked on the slouch hat and shabby coat of the burglar son. I "All ready!" Mr. McCahn switched 'off the lights. i A revolver In one band and a flashlight In the other, the burglar steadily approached, the safe. Laura, recognizing her employer's son, rushed from behind the screen, helped him escape through the window, tripped over the chairs. shook down her hair, bound a handkerchief over her mouth, and threw herself on the floor. ' A lightning change to the gray wig, and the father came on to find bis safe robbed of the 110,000 he had planned to lnyest in a fraudulent deal which would have resulted in exposure and ruin. "Too slow!" snapped Mr. McCahn. 'Got to get more ginger in that!

THROW over the chairs. Miss Wilson. Don't lay 'em down as though they were eggs. Work faster get the excitement!" Laura, - looking distractingly pretty with her streaming, tumbled hair, accepted this brusque -criticism with a deepening color under her rouge. "And don't chew off the words when you say, 'It's the only way to save your father bring that out with a ring!" . V'.;:-"' .In his effort to give a vigorous interpretation of how this scene should be acted, be had turned over a bottle of glue on the table. "Hully Gee," McCahn! Look what you're about !" Mr. Bailey snatched up his gray mustache. They all laughed as he . held it up across his foreanger, limp and gluey. "Let It dry. That'll comb out" "Oh, It 5 will?? flinging It into the waste basket. "That means a new mustache,' and I've enough things ' to get tomorrow." "Cone on we've, got to take that over. Now, Miss Wilson, this time try to get in some pep! You'll never put it across If you don't! And keep your face to . the audience! Bailey, that's your fault; you walk back stage too soon and she has to turn 'round." "That safe's too center stage-7-that's what the matter," "It'll be all right tomorrow we haven't room here. Now let's take it straight from the beginning.", Then turning to Warren, "Any suggestions, Mr. Curtis? Don't hesitate to criticize that's what we want." "How about that line I'm afraid it "shall" be your ruin?' Shouldn't that be 'will?' " More Tomorrow.

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By Wm. J. Burns and Isabel Ostrander

A Real Detective Story by the . World's Greatest Detective. A Fascinating Love Story Interwoven with the Tangled Threads of Mystery. Copyright, 191$, W. J. Watt Company. Newspaper rights by International News Service

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The Bobs' rose, with what was Intended for an air of injured dignity, but his fat face all at once seemed sagged and wrinkled, like a 'pricked balloon. "I did not come here .to be insulted!" he announced in his most impressive manner. "I came, as I told you, as a public-spirited citizen, because the officials of another city called upon me to urge you to aid them. I have failed in my mission, and I will go. I am surprised, Blaine, at your attitude; I thought you were too big a man to permit your personal antagonism to me to Interfere with your duty " For the first time during their interview Blaine smiled slightly. "Have you ever known me, Mr. Carlis, to permit my personal antagonism to you or any other man to interfere with what I conceive to be my duty?" Before he replied, the politician produced a voluminous silk handkerchief, and mopped his brow. For some reason he did not feel called upon to make a direct answer. "Well, what reason am I to give to the Mayor of Grafton and its political leaders, for your refusal? That talk about me trying to get ; you out of Illington, Blaine, is all bosh, and you know It. I'm running Illington just as I've run it for the last ten years, In spite of your interference or any other man's, and I'm going to stay right on the job! If you won't give any other reason for declining the call to Grafton, than your preference for the air of Illington, then the bets go as they lay!" : He jammed "his hat upon his head, and strode from the room with all the ferocity his rotund figure could express. The first decisive move in the game had failed. The door was scarcely closed behind him, when Blaine turned to the

teiepnone and called up Anita Lawton

on me private wire. "Can you arrange to meet me at once, at your Working Girls Club?" he asked. "I wish to suggest a plan to be put into Immediate operation." "Very well. I can be there in fifteen minutes." When the detective arrived at the club, he was ushered immediately to the small ante-room on the second floor, where he found Anita anxiously awaiting him. "Miss Lawton." he be?an witvmnt

further greeting than a quick hand

clasp, you told me, the other day, that your girls here were all staunch and faithful to you. ; Yqur secretary downstairs had previously informed me -that they were trained to hold

positions of trust, and that you obtained such positions for them- I want yon Co obtain four positions for four of the girls in whom you place the most Implicit confidence." "Why, certainly, Mr. Blaine, if I can. Do you mean that they are to have something to do with your investigation into my father's affairs V "I want them to play detective for me, Miss Lawton. Haye you . four

girls unemployed at the moment? Say, for instance, a filing clerk, a stenographer, a governess and a

switchboard operator, who are sufficiently intelligent and proficient in their various , occupations, to assume such a trust?" "Why, yes, I I think we have. I can find out, of course. Where do you wish to place them?" (More Tomorrow.)

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said:, "I have always had the reputation of being a good' hunter, but this story, which I am about to tell will show that I had the hardest time a dog ever had getting a coon. One .moonlight night the master came out of the house and whistled to me; he had his gun over his shoulder, and I knew pretty well what was going to happen; we were going coon hunting.' "So I wagged my tail and gave two or three sharp barks, because I knew I could not bark again until I had some thing to bark about. -"Oh. it was a beautiful night, and just as we got out in the road a little way from the barn I saw something moving. I wasn't sure at first whether

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pretty soon I saw him right in the full moonlight' It was as fat a coon as I ever saw, and he didnt see me, and I made a run for him.

Newspaper Syndicate, New York. "Well, you may have seen a -coon run. my friends, but. believe me. when I tell you that you never saw one run as this one did. He gave a bound and away he went, and I went after him and Mr. Man followed, for I was barking now, and there was reason for it. "Well, that coon got to the tree first, and up he went, for I saw him, and I can tell you I was some tickled, for I knew that the master would be pleased enough when he saw the size of that coon. "After he got into the tree I stood under it and looked up and barked with all my might, and Mr. Man was coming a-running as fast as he could in the distance. . "But while I saw that

the tree as rapidly as I ever saw anything. I couldn't see hide or hair of him when I looked up. "Mr. Man came up to me after a while and said. 'Where is he, Rover?' "I kept looking up in the tree end barking to keep Up my courage, though I could see nothing but tree. " 'You are fooled, old fellow,' said the master; 'he got away from you; go after him, old boy.' "But I knew I wasn't fooled, though for the life of me I could not see that .coon." "I kept on barking and jumping about, and the master took another look, but he did not see that coon, and pretty soon he got tired. '"You are a fake, Rover,' he said to me; 'I am going home; we will try It another night and see if you can see straight.' And off he went. "But I didn't leave the tree. I knew that coon couldn't have jumped out of the tree,, and I also knew he

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a ittue olive oil. white Tarrsgan vine-

gar, pepper and salt. Then chopfine one cucumber, -one stalk of celery and half a cup of English walnut meats. Mix all together with A highly seasoned mayonnaise dressing and -fill the tomatoes with the mixture; this quantity will fill six tomatoes." Dish up the tomatoes in a pile on the .dish on which the

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Caryl Writes to Somerdyke. As the day followine the trollv

ride into New Jersey was Sunday,

j una Marvin awoke late. As she raised her head from the pillow a pain shot through her temnles and

she fell back with -a low moan that

aroused Caryl from her slumbers.

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asked, sitting up and eyeing her sister anxiously." You look awfully white. Are you ill?"

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repeated. "I'll dress very quickly and get Mrs. Halloran to make you some toast and a cup of black coffee. I'll not attempt to make it up here, for the smell of the cooking would make you worse. Mrs. Halloran will be glad to do something for you. Then 111 darken the room and we'll see if the pain doesn't get better." "Oh," protested Julia, "I really ought to get up." Again she raised her head, but sank back with a little cry of pain. "I won't get up just yet." she acknowledged weakly. "Maybe my head will be better later on. It's lucky it's Sunday, for I'd be in a bad condition to work today." "Lucky?" scoffed Caryl. "You have

funny ideas of luck,Judy. I think it's mighty hard lines to be sick on the one day of the week that you have to yourself. But don't try. to talk any more just now. I will be dressed very soon and then you shall see what a cup of Mrs. Halloran's coffee tastes like." The kindly Irish woman was deeply concerned at the news that Caryl brought to her. "Sick, is she!" she exclaimed. "Now ain't that too bad! To be sure 111 make her a cup of coffee, hot and so strong that it'd bear up an egg. Speaking of eggs, now, do you think she could ate a real nice one poached ?" (More Tomorrow.)

went up the tree, so I was sure he was in the tree right them. "I barked louder than ever, and though the master whistled and called, I still ba'rked and jumped about. "Suddenly I thought If I kept very still a minute that coon might show his ,head, bo 1 stepped close to the tre and stood in the shadow and kept quiet. It wasn't more than a minute before, just as I thought, out poked the head of that coon to see if I had gone. "Well, I just barked some them, and I danced and pretty soon master came running back and I jumped and barked running under the place where I had seen the head of Mr. Coon. ' " 'Ah, you are right, boy, I heard the master say softly, and then bang went

his gun and Mr. Coon dropped to the ground. " 'Good old boy; you can't be fooled, can you. Rover?' said master, patting me on the head. 'You can't be beat for coon hunting. Come along home and show what we got.' "The next night they had a great time at the master's house. He told them all how I treed that coon and how I stuck to it in spite of bis going away and calling me to go along. "I was patted on the head and made a great deal of, and every time I see the master with that coon cap he wears I feel very happy." Mr. Dog stopped and looked sad again and Mr. Tom Cat said: "Oh, cheer up, Mr. Dog, the master will soon be wearing that cap again, and

he will remember how you caught the coon. That is a good story to tell. Now we will listen to what Mr. Rooster has to tell us." Mr. Rooster said he would tell them about the new rooster that came to the barn yard one day, and tomorrow I will tell you the story. (Continued Tomorrow.)

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WITH THE REEL PEOPLE

What's What at Movie Houses

LYRIC. , King Baggot in "Jim Slocum, 43,393" at the Lyric tonieht. Jim siornm u

earning his living as a chauffeur for

a iaxicaD company. His baby is taken ill, and on returning from his day's work Jim makes his wife vtttv n

to bed, and watches throught the long

Biieni nours or tne night to save the worn-out mother. The next day. while off duty, Jim drives home to see how the baby is getting along, and another chauffeur removes a tire from his car. Jim returns to the taxi-stand, and owing to his prolonged vigil the night before, he falls asleep on his cab. The starter on finding him asleep, discharges him, accusing him wrongfully of drunkenness and when he goes to get his wages, the cashier tells him that there is nothing coming to him as the missing tire put him back $25. COLISEUM. , Vivid character drawing and a fascinating story of life in Normandy and Paris mark "The Pawn of Fate," the new World Film feature, in which George Beban will appear as star at the Coliseum tomorrow. Mr. Beban, as in the case of "An Alien." in which he made his first great film success, is the author of "The Pawn of Fate," as well as the star. , THEATORIUM, TONIGHT

The terrors of man-eating beasts of the forest are shown at the Theatorlum Wednesday, when the photoplay, entitled, "The Ordeal," will be shown. Bostock animals add to the tense sit-

nations to be met with tn the uncivilized wilds of Africa, whan a capitalist is suddenly called upon to brave the strenuous life with his beautiful daughter. . The Blackfeet Indians, .who were photographed in their own homes near Glacial National park in Montana, together with a demonstration of the Indian sign language, is given at the Theatorlum, Wednesday, with such vividness that the trend of their conversation can easily be followed. Dancing in competition for the hand of a maiden is something new for Richmond's young men, but after they see this done by the Blackfeet Indians on the Tfcextor&nn's screen they can decide whether tttrfng or pleadingmare effective.

Deaths in Preble

EATON, O, June 14. Funeral services were held Wednesday at Middletown for Louis Youn, colored, about 6, a former resident of this cfty. Young died "following a short illness. He was the eldest son. of Slna Young, for many Tears a resident of Eaton

but now living in Dayton.

Prisoners in the nenitftntiarv

Belief oute, Pa saved 32,000 tobacco coupons, which the deputy warden exchanged for a hasnball outfit fnr tia

charges.

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