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SYNOPSIS.
Enoch Wentworth. newspaper miin, and
Andrew Merry, nctor. nflor tho jjucsts nt
pokor pitrty depnrt, pluy n lout hand,
tho stakes to ba abosluto control of tho
Tut uro of tho loser. Wentworth wins and
8 hey decide to keep tho matter secret.
oicns. Knooh'a sister, becomes Inter
ested In Mciry, Knowing of his short
comings from her brother she tries to
jaroino tho actor's ambition. He outlines
(tho plot of n play ho has had In mind
land tho girl urges him to no to work
ton It. When ho completes tho play and
reads It to Wentworth tho latter do
(nnnds It as the forfeit of the bond won
pn the poker Kamo. Wentworth Interests
,Oswald In tho play and preparations for
elaglnr It aro begun. Dorcas In asked to
romy "uordelia," the loading part
In tho
Wy.
Bhn expostulates wltii
tn n
er brolhor
ffor tnklnir all tho credit for tho piece
pnii ignoring
ml Ignoring Merry. Dorcas recognizes
for
crry among- the down-and-outs In a
Ibroft
ry a
A II ti
ne.
CHAPTER VIII Continued.
Dorcas glancod at tho handful of
tnon cowering In a shadowed corner.
'A sudden fear solzed her, tho feminine
terror of midnight streets.
"You don't Imaglno," sho whispered,
"that I shall havo any trouble 7 It Is
possible I am making a mistake In the
man. Are there dangerous characters
among them?"
"Not exactly dangerous," said tho
officer slowly. "If they're dangerous
It's from hunger. It ain't onco a yoar
you find a crook In tho bread lino. It's
too
to:
oo easy to spot thorn, waiting as thoy
for an hour or two In that light."
"Thank you," said tho girl. She
crouched behind a half-drawn curtain
In tho shadow of tho carrlago, watch
Ing oagorly the gathering of homeless,
hungry men. Thoy began to creop to
ward tho bakory from every direction,
most of them with a shambling step
that told of 111-Bhod foot or shamed
roluctnnco to bog for food. Tho skies
had been lowering for hours, and Just
before midnight tho first Btorm of tho
winter camo down. It began with keen,
tiny needles of lco, but they stung and
froze, for tho wind drove them In
merciless, piercing flurries. Tho loi
tering men crowdod together aud
turned tholr faces sullenly from each
furious cloud of sleet Hunger was
bitter enough without the storm.
Dorcas watched through misty eyes.
She wondered at the still patience of
the throng. Delow her In a basement
a warm red light burned, and through
an open door the wind blew the fra
grance of boiling coffee across the
street. She saw a man thrust a slim
white-faced boy Into a sheltor botween
the wall and himself.
"It I were ntarvlng I couldn't be pa
tient and courteous," shq thought.
SUvWS.'
lOHO
He Turned and Stared at Her.
" The smoll of food would madden mo.
B would batter a door down."
She started suddenly, then for a
moment she scarcely breathed. Down
Tenth streot slouched a tall, stooping
jflgure. The man wore a shabby over
coat which covored bis body almost
to the feet; Its collar was turned high
about his neck and an old slouch hat
hadowed his face. Dorcas could see
title between but a bristling board.
he keenost detective searching for
ndrew Merry would not have glanced
wico at the figure; Dorcas' eyes fol
lowed It with grave perplexity. She
had been startled into recognition the
Light before when ttie man pulled the
shabby hat down over his face. She
Icaaght a glimpse of Merry's long,
(white, slender Angora and noted an
Inpatient, peculiarly graceful gesture
which was characteristic of him. Dor
leas had seen It frequently, sometimes
rwhen be was on the stage, sometimes
while he had talked with her.
He paused before facing the glare
0 Broadway and pulled the hat brim
carefully about his face; It might have
been for shelter from tho stinging
blasts of sleet or for better conceal
ment Then he seemed to gather him
self together with energy born of des
pair. He stepped quickly forward and
took his place at the end of the bread
WW l
lino. A hundred men stood between
him and tho beneficence of food. Oth
ers were closing In behind blm. Here
and thore one man turnew to speak to
anothor; tho man Dorcas was watch
Ing stood Immovable. Ho thrust his
hands deep in his overcoat pockets,
his eyes wero fixed on tho whitening
sidewalk bosldo him. Dorcas turned
to tho opposite window and noddod
with an eager gesture to tho officer.
His hand went up. He spoke to the
cabman in a low voice.
"Drive round through University
placo to Tenth then up toward
Ilroadway. Pull up half-way down tho
block."
The man turned his horse and
moved down the street.
CHAPTER IX.
A Man of Honor.
Dorcas broathod a sigh of relief
when her cab drow up beside tho
bread line. She had thought during
her brief drlvo around the block of the
possibility that tho man might leavo
his placo; but there he stood, motion
less, with hoad bent defiantly against
tho stinging eddies of sleet She
stopped from tho carriage and passed
swiftly along tho sidewalk besldo tho
line of a city's poor. Sho hesitated for
a few seconds whon sho reached the
corner, then she stretched out her
hand and laid It on tho wet sleeve of
tho man boforo her. Ho turned and
stared at her for ono dazed moment.
Ho did not speak. Instinctive cour
tesy reminded him that this was no
placo for a woman In a midnight
storm, and his deslro to protect her
caused the hungor to bo forgotten. He
stopped quietly from the sldowalk and
without a word moved beside her down
tho streot Tho 'rnqvomont caused a
scoro of men to .turn with quick curl
oBlty, but suddonly a cry ran down the
line: "Tho door's open!" Everything
elso yielded to the march toward food.
Dorcas swiftly led the way to the
carriage. When sho opened the door
and beckoned Merry to enter he hesi
tated, the blood flushing Into his wan
face.
"What do you want. Miss Dorcas?'
he asked quietly.
"I want to talk with you," answered
the girl. "Do get In, please out of the
storm "
Merry handed her In, then followed
and shut the door. "I cannot go home
with you," he announced stubbornly.
"Enoch Is away. He's In Montreal,
and thore Is nobody at homo except
Jason and me. I have so much to say
to you," she cried appeallngly. "We
can't talk driving through the streets
on such a night as this."
Merry stared at her for a mlnuto
with dogged obstinacy in his gaze.
"Won't you como?" urged tho girl
Impotuously. Her color deepened and
nn eager light shone in her oyes.
"There is so much 2 want to say. We
shall bo quite alone. You can trust
Jason. Afterwards you may go away
it you wish and I will promise
never to attempt to And you. I will
try to forget you."
Morry stretchod out his hand and
touched her arm, leaning forward un
til his face was close to hers. "Miss
Dorcas, don't say that. Slnco I left
you that night on Juniper Point I havo
lived a lifetime of happiness and hor
ror and remorse. Ono thing alono has
saved me from going over the brink
of tho precipice, simply one thing."
He lifted his eyes to hers. "Tho one
thing," ho repeated, "that I could not
fling away was tho memory that you
trustod me, that you believed In me,
and were waiting for me to make
good." N
"I trust you now," cried the girl, her
voice breaking Into a sob. "I am still
waiting for you to make good. Won't
you come home with me?"
The cab stopped In front of the
Waverly Placo home. Merry followed
her reluctantly up the steps. She
paused for a moment while she ad
Justed the key In the lock.
"Would you mind seeing Jason?"
sho asked hesitatingly. "He can help
you with dry clothes. He will bq as
glad to seo you as I am."
"Ring for him," answered Morry
quietly. "Jason and I aro old pals."
Half and hour later Merry walked
Into tho library wbero Dorcas was
waiting tor him. It seemed as If the
ruoro resumption of clean, comfortable
clothing, oven though hunger still
marked him, had given the man fresh
valor, now dignity.
Ho laughed nervouuly. "It is a re
juvenation, Isn't It?" he asked as be
glanced at himself In the mirror, "Ja
son unearthed some duds I once left
here."
Jason was an excellent valet andT
hot bath, a shave, and fresh raiment
had made a man of Merry. The lock
ot fair hair which habitually fell over
his forehead made him look almost
boyish, although his faco was pallid
and careworn.
"I havo eaten nothing since morn
ing." Dorcas said. "I told Jason to
servo suppor here, on a little tablo be
side the fire, where It Is cpzy and
cheerful."'
Merry dropped Into a cbalr. He
wondered It the Intense enjoyment ot
the goed things of life was puro sensu
ousness. The odor of hot coffee, the
sight of a daintily sot tablo, the ra
diance of a coal fire, the glow of red
shaded lights, and the storm shut out
doors brought a tingling pleasure
which seemed Uko mero animal grati
fication. Ho shivered for a moment ae
he listened to the storm. Ho won
dered what had made it posslblo for
him to bravo homolessnesB and hun
ger and squalor. Looking back on It
ho realized ho had borno It as a man
lives through pain undor tho power of
an anesthetic. Tho misery of his mind
had dulled tho sordid wretchedness of
mero existence.
To Morry that supper was a festival,
not wholly because It was the satis
fying of ravenous appetite, but because
It was the crisis if his life. Dorcas
sensed that if her own hunger was
real, Morry would not feel that she
was foedlng a famished outcast. Jason
beamed upon them In sheer enjoyment
when ho brought ln full dishes and
carried away empty ones. Dorcas was
light-hearted and gay, as happy as
thoy had been during their first ac
quaintance at the shore. For a mo
ment, while Morry drank his coffee,
the memory of a few horrible weeks
Intruded on tho prosont.
"Miss Dorcas," he began abruptly.
"Why did you"
She stretched out her hand appeal
lngly. "Don't bring in whys now. We are
so comfortable. I don't ask for an ex
planation I don't want to give any.
Can't you seo I'm In Happy Valley for
a little while? I am so glad to have
you hero again."
Merry smiled Into her eyes. "I'll
obey you, bless your gentle heart 1"
Tho girl rose and reached to a shelf
bohlnd hor for a box of cigars. Merry
lit one, lounged back in a cushioned
chair, and puffed rings ot smoke
towards the red Are. They sat In
silence after Jason had carried away
the dishes. Their quiet was broken
when tho clock struck one. The man
started.
"Miss Dorcas, you wanted 'me here
to talk. I cannot .rob you of a fight's
sleep."
"I am as wide awake as a cricket I
slept all tho afternoon."
"First of all," Merry asked gravely,
"how did you And me 7 'Scores of men
and women passed me day after day,
people I havo known for years. Not
ono of thorn recognized mo."
"They wero not searching for ybu."
"You wore?"
Dorcae nodded.
"How did you find me?" he per
sisted. "Last night on my way home from
the theater with Mr. Oswald our cab
stopped In a block, and It was opposite
where that line ot men stood. I was
looking at them when I saw you pull
down your hat. When Mr. Oswald left
me here I drove back to Tenth street,
but the line had dispersed. I went
again tonight Just hoping."
"Who is Mr. Oswald?" asked Merry
abruptly.
"Don't you know? Haven't you been
reading the papers? Mr. Oswald la the
man who is putting on your play."
"My play?" Andrew dropped his
half-smoked cigar on the table.
"Your play," repeated Dorcas In a
quiet tone. "They have been, search
ing everywhere for you to play 'John
Esterbrook.' Enoch Is In Montreal
now, looking for you."
Merry laughed harshly.
The girl claeped her hands together.
"Mr. Merry, tell me, are you and
Enoch no longer friends?"
Andrew picked up his cigar and
puffed It until the red spark revived.
Thon ho laughed again. "We aro not
exactly frlendB. Has he told you any
thing?" .
"Yes, he told me only It seemed
so strange, so hard to believe after
our talk that day at the point that
somehow I cannot understand It"
Merry watched her keenly. He was
throttling a temptation to tell every
thing that had come between him and
the sunshine of existence. He felt
sure of tho girl's sympathy; ho knew
sho would understand. Ho had begun
to realize his own dependent nature.
First there had been his mother, then
for years he had leaned upon Enoch's
strength and friendship. When ho was
left alono It was outer darkness. Every
fiber of his being longed not so much
for redress as for understanding and
sympathy.
"Miss Dorcas, I will begin at the
day when I left you and" Suddenly
he realized ho could not tell the siory
ot Enoch's disloyalty to hor. "Miss
Dorcas, I need your help terribly."
"I am ready to help you In any way
I can," she answered quietly. She
knew ho was nerving himself to a con
fession, and she understood what an
ordeal It was to the man. She crossed
tho room and laid a paper before him,
pointing to the bold headlines
stretched across the top ot a page. The
words fairly leaped at Merry.
TREMENDOUS SURPRISE
Enoch Wentworth the Coming Drama-
tlst
He read on down through the col
umn. Fellow Journalists had banded
together to give Enoch a royal Intro
duction. Merry's name was not men
tioned, though there was frequent ref
erence to a famous star, who had the
leading part In consideration. Oswald
was referred to as a newcomer in the
ranks ot New York managers. His
lavish production ot Wentworth's
drama was described in figures ap
proaching prodigality. Merry road It
through to the last sentence, then the
paper fell t0 Q0 floor n(- no burled
his face tn his hands. ,
Whilo Dorcas watched, her heart
ached for him. It was hard to hold ia
check the soothing touch she would
have given to a woman or to a child.
"Oht" she said In a piteous whisper,
- l "It war a mistake,"
Ho did not answer or lilt his head
from his hands.
"I pleaded with Enoch. I told him
It was all wrong, terribly wrong, for
him as well as for you; that whon you
returned he must sot things straight
I told him It was not even collabora
tion; it was wholly and distinctly your
play, yours alone "
"Collaboration?" repeated Merry
perplexedly, raising his eyes.
"Ho told mo everything," cried tho
girl hurriedly. Sho was trying to save
him tho full confession of bis down
fall. Sho did not wish to listen to It
"Everything!" repeated Merry in
credulously. "Yes, everything. Oh) If you had
como back only two or three days ago
things would have been different."
He rose abruptly and crossed to the
window.
"Miss Dorcas," ho did not turn to
look at her, "what was tho' worst
If I ss l-iaW-J-C ' " ' " M
She Pointed to the Bold Headlines.
thought you had ot mo whon Enoch
told you what happened?"
Tho girl paused for a minute before
she answered. "I thought you were
weak."
"Weak!" The man repeated the
word as If trying to comprehend Jts
meaning.
"You should not have allowed
Enoch to stand as the author ot your
play, no matter what the circum
stances were. He Is not happy over It
today. His nature seems to have
changed. He is not easy to live with
even. Oh, I wish It had never hap
pened!" Merry waited In silence.
"Things must come right, even If
this lie has been told." She pointed at
the paper which lay at her feet
"There Is one way. You can play the
convict so wonderfully that people
must realize that you yourself created
the part"
"I shall never play the convict"
Merry's voice was slow and resolute.
"Oh!" cried Dorcas, "who can?
Why, I thought your heart waa set
on tho character."
"It was once."
"I cannot understand."
The man did not attempt an expla
nation. "Andrew Merry," she hesitated as If
searching for words which would not
wrong her brother, "did Enoch do you
any any Injustice?"
She waited for an answer during an
Infinitely long silence, so It seemed to
her. Then tho. actor spoke abruptly.
"No. As I look back on It now, I
went Into It with .my eyes open. I sim
ply learned that there Is no way to
gauge human nature."
Again there was a silence. Dorcas
was trying to understand, trying to be
loyal to her brother, even while her
heart, aching with unspoken sympathy,
turned to Merry.
"Why don't you want to play 'John
Esterbrook?' " she asked quietly.
"I don't suppose I have a decent rea
son, except that when I gave up. the
play I lost all Interest In It 'John
Esterbrook' is no more to me today
than 'Silas Bagg.' "
"Gil!" cried the girl aghast "How
you have altered t"
"I have." Merry spoke In a hoarse
whisper. He returned to his chair by
the Are and bent to warm his fingers
by the blaze. There was another long
silence. Dorcae was tho first to break
it
"Even It It were against your incli
nations, would you do something to
make some one very happy, some one
who -believes In you who cares a
great deal for you and about your fu
ture?" Morry spoke gently. "Miss Dorcas,
I'm afraid you are mistaken? There la
nobody In the world to care."
She rose to her feet and, leaning on
the mantel, glanced down at him with
eyes from which embarrassment had
suddenly fled.
"One person cares very much. I
do. I have set my heart on your suc
cess. Youshave a great future won't
you work for 'it? Besides, I am selfish."
Her eyes shone with eagerness. "I
want to play 'Cordelia.' Mr. Oswald
has offered me the part. I have studied
It I could play It tomorrow if you
would be my teachor."
Merry turned with a quick gesture
as If to push temptation away from
him. "Don't 1" be cried. "Ah, Miss
Dorcas, don't go Into stage life I"
"I shall go Into. It sooner or later."
She spoke with quiet determination
"I feel sure I can play 'Cordelia;' be-
rides,
It would be so much easier to
maku a beginning wltn-Luuni j-ikI Air.
Oswald and you."
Merry rose and paced for a few
minutes about tho room, then turned
to tho window and gazed out at the
deserted city. The sleet ot midnight
had changed to a raging storm. The
wind drove the snow in sudden flur
ries, piling it In drifts across the
square.
"Mies Dorcas," ho said, "como here."
The girl crossed the room. "Why,"
she crlod, "It is a fearful night!"
"Yes. It's a fearful night for the
homeless. Do you know where-1
might havo found shelter tonight If It
had not been for you? Perhaps
there's a hallway somewhere that I
could have slipped Into, and for an
hour or two the police would have left
mo undisturbed. I might havo found
an empty bench on a ferryboat, or
tho Bowery missions are open; only
before one can make up his mind to
seek a lodging there, they are filled tc
suffocation."
Dorcas shivered.
"If I had known during these weeks
that anybody cared or believed In
me perhaps I should not have gone
so far down tho hill. I did not dare
even to hope that you thqught ot me
again."
"Andrew," said the girl, "I care so
much that I cannot tell you. Some
queer strain In my nature makes me
happiest when I have eome one to care
for. QlrU at the convent used to
come to me in all sorts of difficulties;
tho ones I loved best were the ones
who needed me most They called me
'Little Mother.' "
"'Little Mother.'" repeated Merry;
then he laughed huskily. If the girl
had known men she would havo seen
absolute famine for love, for sympathy
and human understanding In tho eyes
that were bent upon her.
"I take' back what I said a few min
utes ago, Miss Dorcas, about the stage
being no place for you. Women like
you are needed there."
"Thank you," she said with a happy
smile. "Won't you como bnck? Such
an opportunity Is waiting for you.
Besides, I could never play 'Cordelia
with anyone but you, and you must be
my teacher."
Merry did not answer immediately.
Dorcas had grown accustomed to the
long pauses In their conversation and
waited quietly. When ho looked up
their eyes met his pleaded with her
dtfrlng ono speechless moment for all
his shortcomings, for shirked respon
sibilities and failures.
"Miss Dorcas," he said, "when a man
has lost hope, ambition, his faith In
human nature and everything that
makes life worth while, If he has gone
down into the depths and still has the
desire come to take up life again- 1b
there any quality left that will help
him?"
"Yes," Dorcas moved as If by a sud
den Impulse and laid her fingers upon
tho man's arm; "he has honor. So
long as one Is a man of honor, there
Is no end of a chance."
"A man of honor I" As he repeated
the words bis face paled suddenly. It
was the same attribute which Enoch
had accorded to htm.
Dorcas watched him intently, her
eyes full ot eager anticipation. She
could see him undergo some strange
mental struggle. When he looked at
her his face had changed. Instead of
apathy there were lines ot grim deter
mination about his mouth.
"Miss Dorcas," he said slowly,
"make 'Cordelia' the woman you are
yourself. I am weak and broken now,
as 'John Esterbrook' was; still a
chance came to him at the end. I
will do the beet I can It you stand
by me."
Dorcas stooped for a second. With
a caressing touch she swept the lock
from his forehead. "I promise to
stand by you," she whispered. "Good
night"
CHAPTER X.
Zllla Paget.
"Do you mind It I am atrociously
frank with you?"
It was Grant Oswald who spoke.
Enoch Wentworth and he sat far back
In the darkened orchestra at the Goth
am, watching a rehearsal.
Wentworth nodded, but turned a
startled glanco upon tho man beside
him.
"Simply because I know how power
ful your play Is, I want to suggest a
touch hat will make It stronger."
"What?"
"Understand, this Is not criticism.
If you don't think well of it we'll never
mention It again." Oswald ap
proaehed the subject diplomatically.
He had begun to discover a strangely
uneven temper In Enoch. There were
days when ho stood upon the heights
of triumphant anticipation, then came
intervals when everything and every
body were at odds.
"What did you think ot changing T"
"It 1b not changing," Oswald spoke
thoughtfully. "What I havo In mind
is elaboration. You have made 'Cor
delia a loyal, tender woman, but the
mother ought to be moro of a foil to
her. She la cruol now, vain, selfish
and docelttul, but she Is not bad
enough. When It can be done, I be
lieve In choosing an actress who has
something in common with the role
she Is to play. Character comes out
every time, oven In acting. Don't you
agree with me?"
"To a cortaln extent."
(TO BH CONTINUED.)
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AGAINST WOMEN'S POCKETS
New York Newspaper Gives Eight
Reasons for Its Opposition to
Proposed Move.
1. Because pockets are not a natural
right
2. Because the great majority ot
women do not want pockets. It they
did, they would have them.
8. Because whenever women have
had pockets they have not used them.
4. Because women are expected to
carry enough thlngB as It Is without
the additional burden of pockets.
6. Because It would make dissension
between husband and wife as to whose
pockets were to be filled.
6. Because It would destroy man's
chivalry toward woman If he did not
have to carry all her things In his
pockets.
7. Because men are men and women
the women. We must not fly In the
face of nature.
8. Because pockets have beon used
by men to carry tobacco, pipes, whisky
flasks, chewing gum and compromis
ing letters. We see no reason to sup
pose that women would use them
more wisely. New York Tribune.
A German economist Professor
Wolff, estimates that by 1920, If the
present tendency continues, Germany's
birth rate will be tho lowest In Eu
rope. Many a woman's idea of a good
husband is one who can carve without
getting any spots on the tablecloth.
No man thoroughly believes in him
self unless he baa absolute confidence
In his liver.
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come from the ovens to your
table in tightly sealed pack,
ages ready to eat when
opened with cream, good
milk or fruits.
Every crisp flake of thia
attractive food represents the
best part of choice white
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Perfectly cooked, delicately
flavoured and toasted to an
appetising golden "brown."
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your pleasure and nourish
ment. SoMkyGroeers
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