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The Lapse of Enoch Wentworth
Into a fairly decent career there
cornea occasionally a moral lealon.
Temptation cornea, and the man,
heretofore honorable and honest,
falla aa though hla backbone were
of gristle.
CHAPTER I.
The Bond.
Of courao tho garao ended with a
consolation pot Morry and Wont
worth, each with hla last chip in tho
middle of the tablo, callod for a show
lown. All but Singleton dropped out,
sad ho, tho big wlnnor of tho evening,
took tho pot. Wentworth and Merry
ware broke.
Tho gamo had boon played In Went,
worth's library. Boforo Its closa tho
fray light of tho morning begun 'to
' iteal past tho curtains and tho glow
f each eloctrlc lamp took on a. murky
bazo. Enoch Wentworth, acting as
banker, cashed in tho chips of the
winners. Three of tho men put on
tholr hata. Bald "Good morning," and
wont out. Androw Morry Hat bcsldo
tho balze-covored tablo with its Ilttor
f chips, pulling slowly at a cigar nud
itnrlng into vacancy.
"Do you mind if 1 open this win
low T" asked Wentworth. "Thoro's a
:hill In tho air outdoors that will feel
food. I've swallowed so much smoko
my throat fools raw."
"Open every window in tho room if
rou llko, old man. I'm going home."
"Hold on a minute," cried Went
worth unexpectedly. "I'll go you Just
300 moro hand. Let's play ono big
take and then swear off forover."
"1 tell you, Enoch, I haven't a cent,
lioavon knows how I can tldo over
these months until tho season opens,
it's a good thing I'm not a married
man." Merry laughed mirthlessly.
"Ono last hand!" pleaded Went
worth. "What do you want to play for?"
Merry turned up a coat sluove and
itared at his cuff buttons thoughtfully.
"I have nothing left but these. 1 don't
think I'll put them up."
"We've thrown away enough money
and collateral tonight," Wentworth ro
piled. "Let's raako this stake some
thing unique sentlmontal, not finan
cial. Why not make It your future
against mlno?"
"That's a great Btako! Sha'n't I
throw in my past!"
"No, let each of ue play for tho
other's future It Is a more fancy of
mine, but It appeals to me."
"Are you serious? What In God's
name would you do with my future if
you won it what Bbould I "do with
yours?"
"1 tell you. it's a more fancy of
mine."
"All right. Carry out your fancy, It
It amuses you. I ought to be willing
to stake my life against yours on any
band, If you say so."
"Do you moan that?"
"Yes, if you want to call mo."
Andrew Merry smiled and blew a
flurry of smoko rings Into the marble
face of the Shakespoaro, while ho
watched Wentworth's pen hurry across
a aheot of paper. The newspaper man
' handed it to him with tho Ink still
wot.
"There," he said, "we'll play for"
that document, the winner's namo to
be written at tho top. the loser to
write his name at tho bottom."
Andrew Merry read It aloud:
To
I hereby pledge myself until death
to do your every bidding to obey
your every demand to the extent of
my physical and mental ability you
xa furnish me with support
too tonso to wonder why Enoch
awaited his declaration.
"Ten hero. My Oodl aro thoy all
alike?"
"Sovon next"
"And mlno's a sovenl" s
Both men paused, each with his
oyew on tho other's dard.
"And a four," crlod Wentworth
Irritably. Ho paused his hand across
his forehead; It was moist and cold.
"You win." When Merry tossed
down his hand a tray turned 6ver It
was tho samo tray which gavo Went
worth the deal.
Wentworth had drawn to on aco and
ten. Morry held up a king. Tho
younger man lifted a pen, dipped It
In tho Ink, and scrawled Enoch Wont
worth across tho slip of paper. At
tho bottom ho wroto with gravo delib
eration, Andrew Merry, and handed
tho paper to Wentworth. Tho news
paper man stared at it for a moment,
then dropped it on tho table,lald his
cheek on tho palm of his hand, and,
looking straight In tho faco of the
actor, asked i "Morry, do you realize
what this means?"
"Not yet, perhaps; still I wish you
more luck of my life than l'vo- had.
By ISABEL GORDON CURTIS
Author of "The Woman From
vertons," "The Congress
Woman," Etc.
Wol.
(CopvrlKlit, 1913. by K, d. Brown.)
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"Will that hold good in law?"
"Just bo long as the loser la a man
of honor no longer. Are you going
to weaken?"
"I'll be damned It I am. I'll put this
bit of paper in my ecrapbook."
"The man who wins, keeps that bit
of paper," Wentworth answered with
a whimsical smile.
He tossed the unsigned bond Into
tho center of tho table and shuffled
the cards with grave deliberation.
Merry lit a fresh cigar and puffod It
meditatively. Upon each listless brain
began to dawn tho realization that this
was a stake of greater import than the
rolls of bills which had grown lighter
and lighter till the last greenback vanished.
"Who'll deal?" asked Wentworth.
"We'll cut." Merry spoke quietly.
"Low deals, aco low."
Enoch Wentworth cut a tray, Merry
a seven spot. Wentworth shuffled the
cards again and held them out to his
opponent
"Does one band decldo it?"
"Yes, one hand. Each man to dht
sard, draw, and show down."
Wentworth dealt with noticeable
deliberation. They -picked up their
hands.
"Qlve me four cards," said Merry.
"I'll take three." Wentworth's face
was aa solemn aa his voice.
For a moment each man sat staring
at hie hand. Then Merry spoke.
"There's no use In showing down,"
he said. "I haven't even one little
pair."
"Hold on." expostulated Wentworth,
scarcely concealing the relief which hla
friend's, admission gave him. "I'm only
ace high. Does that beat you?"
Merry's faco also told its story of
roactlon. "Same here," ho said.-laylng
the card on tho table face up, "and a
felly king to follow It."
King for me, too." Wentworth's
faco flushed and his voice grow Impa
tient "What's your next card?"
"A ton." Morry replied tranquilly,
"Let's Keep This Transaction to Our
selves." Now, since I'm to look to you for sup
port, could you scare up a nickel?
I've got to rldo homo, you k iw."
Before Wentworth could reply, tho
curtains parted, and a girl's figure
showed Itself for a brief moment
"I beg your pardon, Enoch, I thought
you were alono," she said, and the fig
ure vanished as suddenly ns it had ap
peared. "Who's that?" Morry demanded.
Wentworth's only answer was to
pull out the lining of his pockets.
From one ho produced a quartor and
hunded It to tho nctor. Merry pocketed
It without further questioning, and
pulled on hie gloves.
"Good night," ho said, "or good
morning, whichever you choose." -
"Say, old man." Wentworth held
tho door for a moment halt closed
while he spoko. "Say, If you don't
mind, let's keep this transaction to
ourselves."
"I'm willing." Merry paused to
strike a .light for his last cigar, then
he laid his hands solemnly across his
breast. "Cross my heart," he added
In a Bopulchral tone.
Wentworth started at the sound of
an opening door. A girl entered.
"For heaven's sake, Dorryl What
are you doing up at this unearthly
hour?"
"Tvo had my Bleep, you haven't,"
she answered with a laugh.
"Dorcas, elt down," said her brother.
"Do you see that fellow on the bench
under a tree?"
The girl leaned a hand on Went
worth's Bhoulder whllo' sho turned her
eyes In the direction his flngor pointed.
"Yob! What's tho matter with him?
Ib ho anybody you know? Is ho In
trouble?"
"He's an old friend of mine. It's
Andre- Merry, the comodtan."
Wentworth sat for a moment gazing
Into hla sister's bbautiful face. Sho
was a child In spite of her elghtoon
years. He folt llko an ancient, sin
battered, soiled, city-worn hulk of
humanity as ho returned the straight
forward gazo of her gray eyes.
"Toll me about him, Enoch."
"I ran across him when I was doing
dramatics on the Pittsburgh Union.
He was a genial lad, but there wasn't
much for him to tell an Intervlower.
Ho had been born and raised in a
western town and then apprenticed to
a country bank. He hated figures and
loved the stage. Hq. stuck to the
ledgers for a while because he was all
his mother had. I guess she worshiped
him."
"How did ho happen to go on the
stage?"
"Came on to Now York, as they all
do sooner or later, and began with a
turn in a vaudeville house. He hod
reached a salary of fifty a weok. He
was perfectly happy except for one
thing he couldn't get the mother's
loneliness out of hie mind. They wrote
to each other every day."
"I think I should like him," sug
gested Dorcas.
"I gavo Merry all the space next
morning Instead of the dancer, and ha
wroto me a grateful letter. I didn't j
see him
when I camo to Now York. I found
his name In the cast ot a light opera
company on Broadway. Ho was pretty
far down tho list, but boforo the thing
had run two weeks he was moved up
to second place. His work was un
usual. He's tho funniest Merry An
drow I over saw, yet once In a whllo
there's a touch of whimsical, tearful
pathos In his antics that makes a
man wink."
"Take mo to see him," cried the
girl eagerly.
"We'll go tomorrow. It'e his cloolng
night In 'The King at Large.' He's a
bigger favorite than soveral of the big
stars, yet It's the queerest thing In
all these years he's never taken the
step that would bring him to the top."
"Why?"
"Tho Lord knows. One manager
died, another went under. It's the un
certainty of stngo life."
"And his mother?" aeked Tiorcaa.
"She died suddenly last season. A
fool ushor gavo Merry tho telegram in
tho middle of u performance, when he
wont off tho stage. He dropped as It
he'd been shot. Thoy rang down the
curtain until tho understudy could get
into his togs. Ho didn't act for two
months. I thought ho would nover
brace up. 1 had him here halt tho win
ter trying to cheer him. He gavo mo
the duinjiB."
"Poor follow," cried Dorcae.
"I roused him through his pride'.
Ho hadn't a cent to his name, so I
Hhamed him into going back to work.
He earns lots of money, but It gets
nwny from him."
Wentworth's gaze turned to the lit
ter of chips on the table. His sister's
oyeB followed.
"Is It that?" sho asked.
"Partly."
Tho girl roBo to hor feet She put
her hands on her brother's shoulders
and gazed down Into his faco.
"Enoch," sho said hesitatingly, "I
wish you wouldn't You could help
your friend It you would turn over a
new loaf yourself."
"Wo both eworo off tonight for good
and all, little girl." Wentworth took
her hands between his own and looked
into her eyes with a resolute look. "I
want you to help both ot us Merry
and mo. The evil of tho world was
never whispered inside convent walls.
You've loft a quiet, simple life for a
very different world. There's more
mission work waiting you right here
than it you had taken the veil."
"Enoch," the girl's face was grave
and earnest, "Enoch, nothing would
ever make me take the veil. I havo
only ono ambition I wont to go on
the stage."
"Good Lord!" cried Wentworth, "I
never dreamed ot such a future for
you.
"You don't know stage life as I do,"
he continued seriously. "There art.
women and men for that matter
who go into the profession clean
skinned, clean souled. They spend
their lives in It and come out clean;
but there aro experiences they never
forget."
"Is lire as bad as that?" the girl
asked simply.
"Life Is as bad," her brother
answered slowly, "aud yet I would as
willingly see you go on thostage as
Into society I mean fashionable
society, as I know it here In Now
York. A newspaper man sees tho
under side of life." '
"It would not hurt mo." The girl
tossed back a heavy braid of hair
which fell over her Bhoulder, and knelt
at Wentworth's knee.
"I have you always to turn to, big
brother," she whispered. She laid her
cheek fondly against his hand. "Don't
you remember that used to be the only
name I had for you? You were so big,
so strong, so wise and so old. I used
to sit on the gatepost, waiting for you
to come home. Don't you remember
our Saturday tramps, bow we used to
play 'I spy' In the orchard, and went
blrd'eneatlng, picnicking and Ashing,
or playing Indian camp on the Island?"
Enoch clasped her hands tightly. "I
remember, llttlo Dorry. They were
tho happiest days In my life."
"Let ub get out ot the city," cried
the girl. Their eyes turned to the sun
lit square below. Tho morning rush
ot Now York life had begun, with Ub
clang, of bolU and thunder of vehicles.
"Dorcas, I'm "off to bed. I haven't
shut an eye for 24 hours."
"Not that, but ho's In danger of kill
ing his career. Ho's going up tho stnto
to a little one-horso town to play lead
ing roles In a ton, twenty, thirty stock
company."
"Why docs ho do that?"
"I guess ho's broke. I can't tell
until I see him. I'll be back tonight, or
tomorrow nt tho latest. I'll wlro you
what train. You'll meot mo, won't
you?"
"Of course," she promised,
Next morning tho two men stood oq
the platform of the emoker on a shore
accommodation train, which sauntered
from one small Btatlon to the next,
skirting the water for miles.
Andrew Morry tossed n half-smoked
cigar Into a swamp beside tho track
where tho thin, groen blades of cat
tails were whipped by tho breeze.
"( don't bellove I want to mix odors
this morning." ho eald.
"It is great ozone." Wentworth
lifted his hat to let the wind cool his
head. "There's tho little station now!
I'll bet that speck of whlto Is Dorcas!"
"How queer that I've nover met
your sister," Merry suggested. "Is she
grown up?"
Wentworth laughed. "Almost," he
admitted. "You did see her onco."
Merry followed Wentworth as tho
train stopped. In a half-dozed fashion
ho shook hands with a tall young
woman in a whlto linen gown'. Was
this tho child long limbed, gawky and
ehy ho had Imagined he might meet?
Somewhero back In his mind lay an
Impression that Enoch had referred to
Ills sister as a young colt. Tho
thought was so absurd that he smiled;
any coltish awkwardness must have
disappeared with short frocksl Merry
stared at the girl with bewildered ad
miration, wondering now why he had
never felt tho mildest curiosity about
Wentworth's Bister. He became con
scious that he was making a mental
analysis; she had black-fringed gray
eyes; warmth and dancing blood
glowed In her face, for she had the
coloring ot a Jack rose; a mosB of
auburn hair was colled in a loose knot
at tho back of her head; sho wore no
hat; a band of dull-bluo velvet was
tied about her head and fell In a looeo
bow over her ear, but strands of hair,
which glowed like copper In tho sun
shine, had escaped aud blew about her
face; she had tho tender mouth of a
child. In tho straightforward eyes
was sweet womanliness, gentle deter
mination, and a lack of feminine
vanity which Merry had seldom seen
In the face of a beautiful woman. Ho
even forgot to drop her hand while he
gazed Into her face, halt admiringly,
half perplexedly..
"I've brought Mr. Merry down to
stay with us till we go home," Went
worth announced.
"I'm delighted,' cried Dorcas cor
dially.
Next morning after breakfast Enoch
and his sister rowed out to deop water
with their flshlngoutflt. Merry still
was In bed; 'ho was tired, he pleaded,
and could not Immediately acquire the
habit of early rising.
"What do you think ot Androw?"
asked Wentworth abruptly. He lifted
his head after the task of baiting a
hook and looked Into his sister's face.
"I think he ought to be waked up."
"To join our fishing trip?"
"I mean waked In his ambitions. He
seems to me like a man who has no
goal In sight He needs something to
dropped b.or lino ngaln Into deep water
and waited for her brother's predic
tion to come true.
Merry had breakfasted before their
return. He sat upon the vine-grown
pluzza, gazing at the sparkle ot the
ocean, when tho two agllo figures
stepped across his vision.
"Well, Sir Lazy, so you're up!" cried
the girl. "You should have been with
ue to find an appetite. Seo our fish!
Here's a dinner for you!"
"I'm going to turn over a new leaf,"
said Merry. His eyes wero fixed on
the girl's glowing face, and for a nio-1
nient he shared her Intense enjoyment
of lifo.
"Will you turn It over tomorrow
morning at sunrise?" she demanded.
"Even so soon, most gracious lady."
Ho swept her a stage bow, his soft hat
trailing the ground as It It had been a
cavalier's cap loaded with plumes.
Matching hi graco, the girl turned
to him, laughing, with the mock
dignity of a queen.
"I command that at early dawn,
when the tide goes out ye hlo threo to
yon flats and dig clams for our savory
meal."
"I shall obey, moBt royal highness,"
answered Merry solemnly.
"I believe he Is waklrig up," thought
Dorcas ns sho ran upstairs to dross for
tho noon dinner. "If ho docs that, I'll
believe ho has some backbone."
When Dorcas and her brothor came
down next mornlug for breakfast,
Merry had disappeared.
"I'm glad I'm not your victim," eald
Wentworth, with u noto of sympathy
In his voice.
"Enoch," tho girl turned to him
gravely, "I told you he needed waking
up, and this Is a good start It won't
hurt him a bit."
"Poor Merry! What a sight!"
They watched him come tramping
over tho beach. He woro Farmer
Hutchins' overalls rolled up to hlo
knees and a flapping cow-breakfast
hat. He carried a clam fork and occa
sionally shifted n heavy basket of
clams from ono arm to the other.
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hard -wasting time
while another takes it
easy makes dirt fall
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CHAPTEFtll.
The Measure of a Man.
A week later Wentworth and bis sis
ter left town tor a vacation. They had
discovered an old-fashioned farm
house on a quiet stretch of shore, and
settled down contentedly to a simple,
outdoor life. One morning a telegram
broke their solitude.
"I have halt an hour to catch a train
to the city'," said Enoch, as he tumbled
out of a hammock. "You may drive
me to the depot If you wish, Dorcas."
"You're not called back to that hot
office," she cried wistfully, "after a
vacation of only three days?"
"It Isn't the paper, Dorcas; It's
Morry. Get Into the buggy; I'll tell
you about It on our way to the statloa.
You may drive." He leanod back
comfortably In the wide seat "You
like driving, I don't."
In a Half-Dazed Fashion
Hands.
He Shook
"What's tho matter with Mr.
again until two years later, I Merry?" Dorcas asked. "Is ho 111?"
work for. He spoke last night of one
ambition he has "
"Sort of moonlight confidences?"
queried her brother.
"No not that He's determined to
Jump straight Into a part that will
wring the heart out of his listeners."
"That's foolish. The public wants
just so much versatility. You can't
kill off a beloved comedian to resur
rect a new emotional actor, no matter
how good he may be. People won't
stand for It"
"He Isn't satisfied." The girl pulled
up her line and tossed away a morsel
ot nibbled bait, covering the hook
with a fresh clam.
"Some greedy fish had a square
meal off year bait and never got the
hook In his gullet. He'll come back
for more, then get caught It's the
same way with human beings."
"Philosopher I" laughed Dorcas. She
CHAPTER III.
Casslopea's Chair.
Dorcas Wentworth stopped on the
crest of a cliff and looked down,. A
fow feet below her, on a ledge like a
wide shelf, Merry lay watching the
waves as thoy broko against tho
Jagged walls ot a narrow cove.
"Day-dreaming, Mr. Merry?" cried
the girl.
He spraug to hjs feet. "Why, I
never heard you. Do you wear velvet
shoes? Lot me help you down." He
began to climb the uneven steps.
"The Idea of helping me down, after
I have made my way alone over these
chaamB!" She pointed to the wall be
hind 'her. Then resting ono hand on
his shoulder, ehe leaped past him
lightly.
"What a heavenly retreat!"
"Yob," answered Merry, dreamily. "I
found It several days ago. I've calico
It Casslopea's Chair."
"Who was Casslopoa?"
"I've forgotten. Some satellite crea
ture, I bellevo. Her name bos a rest
ful sound, and this place Is restful and
lonely."
Tho girl laughed. "Were you day
dreaming?" "I suppose bo. I was watching those
waves. Most of them break without a
splash; then once In a while, away out
as far as your eye can reach, you see
one roll up, gathering force from you
can't Imagine where, and it comes on
tempeatuousjy through a calm eea, to
crash against the cliffs. Sometimes it
throws Its spray up here." He pointed
to a wet line on the rock Just below
them. "Then again, one which prom
ises to be a rlppe'r amounts to nothing
when it breaks."
"Yes It is fascinating," she-agreed.
"Yesterday I spent an hour watching
them. It makes me think of people."
"What people?" he demanded, not
understanding.
"All sorts. People wno never do
anything, who saunter through life and
are the failures, and the few who live
after their work Is done.
"Merry," in her Intensity the girl
addressed him as her brother did,
"they mako mo think of you. You
could make a towering big w,ave of
your life.. You don't!"
The man turned quickly and looked
Into 'her eyes with, flushed face. .He
did not speak.
"I wish oh, I do wish" Dorcas'
volco was like that of an ardent child.
"I wish I could rouse you to make the
best of yourself. There Is so much
you could do!"
"Do you really think so?"
"No, I don't think It, I know It You
aro two people; one is lazy and Indif
ferent, with .Just ambition enough to
do the work you have to do. You
can't help doing it well you could not
do It badly. Then there is the, other
a man with vivid Imagination, feeling,
emotion, and ability; out It ie ao hard
to wake him up!"
Merry Jumped to his feet and stared
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Girl Had Idea That Introduction
to Distinguished Englishman With
Peculiar Name Was a Joke.
Colonel Younghusband, hero of the
British expedition to Lhossa, and the
first whlto man who ever entered Thi
bet's sacred city, la rather embarrased
at times because of his unusual name.
"Tho trouble Is," ho Bald tho othec
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In Washington onco Lord Sandwich
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'Lord Sandwich!' sho exclaimed, 'I'm
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next!'"
When Confidence Returned.
The young bride was erchanglng
costume for a traveling suit
"Inez," she asked ot the rather en
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her, "did I appear at all nervous at
any tlmo during the ceremony?"
"JuHt a little at first," replied Inez,
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you learn this about
How did
me? Has
Enoch laid my soul bare to you?"
"Enoch told me something ot your
career, that was all. I know you bet
ter than he does."
(TO BE CONTINUED.) '
Only One.
She (gazing at the view) What a
magnificent scene!
He (an auto fiend) You mean that
limousine?
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Simplified
Breakfasts
Make for good days
From a package
of fresh, crisp
Post
Toasties
fill a bowl and add cream or
milk.
Then, with some fruit, a cap
of Instant Postum, and a
poached egg or two if you
like, you have a simple break
fast that is wholesome and
satisfying.
Toasties are bits of corn
carefully cooked, delicately
seasoned, and toasted to an
appetizing "brown" without
being touched by hand. They
look good, taste good, and
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