RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF h WieUPSLof nmrnmomn vISADIL GORDON CURTIS Author f "TKe vbnar jrorw Wolverrions" ILLUSTRATIONS T rLLSVOKntYOTJNG- COPYRIGHT W PY F.C. BROWNE &CO. ' SYNOPSIS. Knodi Wcntwortli, Journalist, mid An drow Merry, iictor, piny n Imnil ut poker, tho stakrN nbHoUKo control of thn fulurn f thn loser. Wrnlworth win. They lu 4de to kcrp tlio nmttor srcrot. Oiircnn, Knowing from luir bruttior, Knuch, of Morry'n shortcoming, trl-N to aroiwo JiIh ambition. Andrew outllnoH llio plot of n l)lny lio linn hail In mind nml hn urpos lilm to ko to work on It. When tho play Iff complrtnl Merry roailn It to Wont worth. whose II to ambition In to wrlto a nuoccssful piny. Ho iloinnmln Merry's pltty hh a forfeit of tho bond won In tho lokr Knmp. Preparations for Ringing tho piny nro begun, hut Merry, who Is to tako the lending part, la missing. Dorcas proven n suceena In the lending femnlo part nt rehoarsals. Sho quarrels with hor brother for tnklntr credit for n play sho knows to belong to Merry. Dorcna finds Merry among tho down-and-outs In n, broad lino and peraundca lilin to tako his part In tho play. The producer ougKPHta certain chnngea In tho piny, which Wont worth trlCH to Induco Merry to mako. The nctor refunes, but finally consents on con dltlon that Wentworth ccaso his niton tlona to Zllla riiget, thn heavy woman In tho piny, who has n bnd reputation. Tho pluy proves n great HUcrvtu. Oorcns ac cuses her brothur of theft. CHAPTER XV Continued. Dorcas jumped to hor feot "Oh!" flho whlsporod, "tho poor llttlo boy Id blind.!" Tho child stood moving hla dark ened eyes about as If to placo her volco, then ho camo straight toward hor, groping with both UIb' hands. He had tucked tho small, flat hat be noath ono arm. Dorcas Utted him to her lap and laid his cheok against her own. "Mother," ho whlspored as ho drop ped tho hat and clasped his arms tight ly about hor neck. "Dear llttlo boy," alio said softly, "I am not your mothor. I wish I wore." Ho loosened his arms and passed his soft Angers over her face. Dorcas pillowed hlB cheok on her breast and whispered tender, foolish things to him botween her kisses. MjOrry took ono of tho child's hands between his own. "What Is your mother's name?" ho asked gently. "At homo her namo is Mrs. Tully. I havo a letter for her. Qeorgo, who brought mo hero, told' mo to show It to somebody, and they would take me to her." Ho put his hand In tho Insldo pocket of his tight coat and drew out a smeared envelope. Merry read it aloud: "MIbs Zllla Fagot, Gotham Thoater." Dorcas turned to look at Merry' with unspoken pity In her eyes. "Your mother la upstairs. Wo will tako you to her In a few minutes." Julio crept close to Merry. She stood by his Bide, gazing curiously at tho blind child. "I did not know Miss Paget had a llttlo boy," she sold. "Neither did I. Run upstairs, dear, and ask If she is In her dressing room, but not ono word to her or to any ono about this boy." Robin laid his cheek against Dor cas' face "1'Wlsh you were my mothor," ho murmured. "You may hnvo mo as your friend." The girl kissed him softly, In response to which his chin trembled. "Doob your mother know you are coming?" asked Merry. "No, I'm to bo a surprise Qeorgo said I'm a sort of Christmas present." Merry's eyes turned anxiously to Dorcas. Ho shook Ills head, and there was a perplexed frown upon his face. Julio came In. "Miss Pagot Is not In her room. Emillno sayB sho is out taking dinner with a gentleman." Robin Jumped to tho floor and be gan to gropo about for his hat. Merry lifted It and put It In his hand. "You muBt stay hero till your mother comes In." "Of courso, for you are Just In tlmo for dinner," said Dorcas. "Wo have lots of good things loft chicken and tomatoes and ice cream." "His shoes ought to bo changed," suggested Mrs. Volk; "they're awfully wot." "Nothing Is wot but my goloshes," answered Robin. Ho bent to take them off. "When wo left tho trail, Qeorgo brought mo hero under an um brella." "Who was Qeorgo?" askod Merry. "Qeorgo took care of mo on the way over on tho big Bhip. 1 slopt In a llttlo bed over hlB. I bopo I will nov6r seo Qeorgo again." "Wasn't ho kind to you?" asked Dorcas. "Not very kind." Tho child pauBod n moment. "I don't believe Qeorgo understands llttlo boys blind boys, I means." "Was Qeorgo a relative?" "No. Ho camo to tho homo to tako mo to Amorica. That was what Father Shannon said." "What homo?" "The homo for llttlo blind boys. There were hundreds of llttlo blind boys there." "Haven't you any rclatlvos?" askod Merry. "Why, yes, I have my mothor. A mother Is quite a closo relatlvo, isn't sho?" "Sho certainly Is," agreed tho actor hastily. "I moan, haven't you any other relative in England?" "Thore Is Aunt Fannio. Sho Is not a real aunt, though. Sho used to know mother, and sometimes she camo to seo mo nt tho home." Dorcns lifted him Into a chair bo sldo tho table. Mrs. Volk set a plato In front of him. She had cut tho chicken and potato into small pieces. "Can you feed yoursolf, dear?" sho OBkod hesitatingly. "Why, yes." Thore was a tono of grown-up dignity In Robin's volco. "I havo fed myself ever slnco I was a llttlo boy." Thoro woro tears In tho girl's eyes whllo Bho watched him cat Ho was still such u llttlo boy! Ho bad dainty, woll-brcd ways. Once ho apologized as ho uccepted a second helping of meat. "I could not eat on the ship today," ho explained, "things wero nasty. Hosldcs, I could not think of anything but meeting mothor. Do you think sho will be In soon?" Morry pulled out his watch. "Julie, It Is half-past six. Run upstairs again and see ,if MIbs Paget has como In. Homcmbcr, not a word about tho our prlso for hor." Tho child returned In a few minutes. "Sho has Just come In." "Oh," cried Julio, "there's Ico cream. You have not had any Ice cream." "I am not hungry. I want to go to my mother. You boo I have been thinking about my mothor for years and years." "Do you remember her7" asked Merry. Robin hesitated. "Aunt Fannie says I can't because 1 was a little baby when sho went away. I think I re member her." "Como with mo," said Merry. "Don't you bellevo that I had better take him?" said Dorcas. "Miss Paget may havo begun to droBB." Merry nodded. "Am I spick and span?" asked Robin anxiously. "Aunt Fannio said mother is beautiful .and elegant and famous. I want hor to seo that I am nice enough to be her llttlo boy." Dorcas dropped on her knees be sldo him. Sho untied tho small bow at his collar and made It into a fresh knot. "Why, you will be her prtdo and Joy." Thero waa a look of tenso anxiety In tho child's face. "Do you think so really? I am nioro trouble than llttlo boyB who can seo. I can't dress my self all over, and I can't part my hair straight I can't always And things. Sometimes," Robin's voice dropped to a whisper, "sometimes I'm scared when I'm alone; I get afraid on the streets If they are noisy." Dorcas laid hor faco against the soft cheok and whispered something In tho child's ear. Robin's faco shone with joy. "I am glad you think so. Thero Is just one thing," his voice Sprang to Her Feet Rage. With a Cry of had a rosrotrul tono In It, "I wish you had been my mother, 1 llko you." The girl held him out at arm's length for a moment "I am wishing tho samo thing. I llko you!" Ho took her hand and they climbed tho stair which led to tho upstairs dressing-room. Dorcas felt an un spoken torror. She looked back from tho head of tho Btairs. Morry stood watching thorn. Sho beckonod htm, and he followed with a few springing steps. They paused for a momont out side tho door of Miss Pagot's room. When Dorcas tapped, Robin was cling ing to her hand with a grip which al most hurt. Zllla Paget stared at them with still curiosity. Sho Bat In front of tho mir ror while the colored maid Emillno brushed her hair. It hung to her waist In long, shining wavos. Her forehead wrinkled for a moment as If In per plexity. Sho could not see Robin's face. Ho wns hiding behind Dorcas with his head wrapped In her gown. A sneering smllo hovered about her mouth. , "This Is a jraro,ploa8uro, Miss Went- WnmM worth," she said abruptly. "Something uncommon must have happened to mako you honor me with a visit. Who is your young friend 7" Dorcas laid her hand upon Robin's shoulder and turned him gently so ho could faco his mothor. "This Is your llttlo boy," she said In a low voice. Ilia I'ngot sprang to her feot with a cry of rage. In n socond sho stood at Dorcas' sldo. Sho turned tho child's face up to her own and stared at It Tho sightless eyes seemed to plead and search for something they did not llnd. Robin lifted his hands and groped till ho caught his mother's fin gers. Shu flung them nsido angrily. "Don't touch mo!" Bhe cried harsh ly. "Tako him out of my sight!" Dorcas grew whlto to tho lips. Robin was clutching at her In terror. Sho put hor nrm about him, sheltering him as a mother would havo dono. Miss Paget turned her eyes fiercely upon tho girl. "Who hatched this in fernal plot?" she cried. "Who brought this llttlo brat to America?" Tho actress lost control of herself. Sho daBhed up and down tho narrow dressing-room llko a cagod tiger, a "What is the matter7" asked Dor cas coldly. "It's hell and tho devil and all his angels. That's what's the matter. What right had you to stick a finger in my affairs? What do you supposo 1 want of that blind brat? I hate tbo Bight of him. Ho Is tho Imago of his father, and good God! how I did hate hlml I suppose you and your saintly Mr. Oswald aroibent on ruining my careor." Dorcas opened tho door and pushed the sobbing child gently into tho lob by. 'Merry stood outside, whoro he had overheard tho woman's shrill abuse. He took Robin by the hand and led him downstairs. Dorcas re entered the dressing-room. Miss Paget was tossing through a heap of letters which lay on her tablo as If In search of something. Sho picked up a shoot of paper and stood reading it A sav age smile convulsed her handsome face. "I know now who did It," sho cried. "That was tho revenge ho meant, the bally old rotter! I'll get even with him!" "You don't want your llttlo boy, then?" asked Dorcas. Sho turned on tho girl in blank amazement "Want that blooming, batty, imbe- cllo Rob Tully's child? Not on your life I Ho 'goes back to the asylum whero he camo from. I can got the law on them for giving him up without his mother's consent' "HIb mother I" cried Dorcas. "You do not act tho part of 'Mrs. Ester brook'!" There was an ugly tone In Zllla Paget's laugh. "I havo heard that before. Mr. Oswald was onco so com- plimontary as to tell mo something of the sort Now, perhaps you will bo polito enough to clear out. And be fore you go, let mo glvo you a bit of advice, my lady: keep your nose out of my business if you havo any re gard for your own happiness!" Dorcas turned to the door. The woman laughed as sho closed It behind her. She paused for a minute In the empty hall trying to think of what 'could bo Bald to tbo child downstairs. If tho woman had struck him in the face, it would havo been easier to re cover from such a blow. Dick camo dashing up tho stairs. "First call," ho shouted hoarsely. Sho ran down to her own room. Mrs. Volk sat In a low chair with Robin In her arms, cuddling him against her breast and crooning to him as if ho wero a baby. Sho looked up at Dorcas with pitiful eyes. "Let mo take him, Alice. I have plenty of tlmo to dress after Julie go6a .out. Sho needs you to button her frock and fix her hair." Robin did not speak when Alice laid Til m In her arms. His slender body was limp and' quiet. Dorcas had never known any llttlo boy intimately, and sho did not know oxactly how to com fort hlra. It occurred to her that If sho were In Robin's place she would not want anybody to speak of what had happened. Sho bent down and touched his face with her lips. When tho door closed and Mrs. Volk went out with Julie, ho asked In a whisper,' "I don't belong then to the lady upstairs, do I?" "No, dear," thero was a thrill of assuranco In Dorcas' volco, "no, you could not possibly have belonged to her. Somebody mado a mistake an awful mistake." "Then do you know who I do bo- long to?" I "Robin," asked Dorcas gently, "do you still wish that I wero your moth er?" . His arms clasped convulsively about hor neck, and tho slim body shook with sobs. i "I would like to belong to some body." "Well," said tho girl decisively, "I want you forever as" my own little boy. Shall wo shako hands on It?" Tho small Angers were thrust Into hor own with a clinging grip. That night at the closo pf the sec ond act the- audience sat breathless for a few moments. "Cordelia," with her faco glowing beneath tbo rouge, turned In response to "Mrs. Ester- Kunnb'D" laat nlpn "Stay with you because you aro my mothor? How dare you tako tho word 'mother' upon your lips? Do you know what that word stands for? I wonder It It would bo posBlblo to mako you understand. It means lovo-solt-denying, strong, tender devotion; it meanB faithful wifehood. Havo you over glvon that? Tho woman who Is a good wife and mother forgives and forgets and loves. Behind it all stands love, simply lovo, unselfish lovo. I bellevo in God, but today I cannot un derstand why ho should havo al lowed a woman such as you arc to have become a wife nnd a mother my mother!" Tho curtain fell. Dorcas had reached her dressing-room when she had to turn and fly back to tho stage. Tho applause had grown to a tumult. Zllla Paget stood by her side when tho cur tain rose. Sho was smiling a stage smllo upon tho audience, but tho glanco she turned upon Dorcas was ono of malignant hatred. CHAPTER XVI. We n two rt h Shows His Hand. Oswald shut up a ledger and carried It to his safe. Ho and Wontworth had finished'' a study qf their month's flnanccs. The llgures wero satisfac tory beyond tholr anticipation. J Enoch leaned back In his chair and lit a cigar. "If wo can stay In Now York till spring and It begins to look as If wo might you and I are on tho high road to becomo millionaires." Oswald did not answer. Ho picked up a paper-knife and tested Ita pli ancy by bending it almost double. "Wontworth," ho asked, "do" you happen to think of any ono who could tako Zllla Pagot's part?',' Enoch laid his cigar on a tray and sat bolt upright. "Were you In front last night?" he asked curtly. "No." OBwald spoko gravely. "Miss Paget and Dorcas had nine curtain calls at tho end of the second Wentworth'a Voice Was Irritation. Fierce With act Tho gallery began to hiac. Peo ple downstairs Joined In. Can you think of any actress who is free, or engaged for that matter, capable of touching her in the part?" "It was not acting last night. Were you back of the scenes?" Enoch brought down his fist with a thud on tho table. "I was not, and I'm sorry enough that I wasn't I would havo settled things differently. I have had the wholo story rehearsed to mo by several people. Do you know that Miss Pagot's child Is In my homo?" Oswald bent his knife to tho point of resistance. It snapped In two pieces. Ho tossed the fragments In a waste basket. "You mean tho little blind boy?" "Yes." Wentworth's volco was fierce with Irritation. "I have not seen him I havo no wish to Bee hlra. Dor cas told mo this morning what she had saddled herself with. She and I thrashed the question out." He laughed unpleasantly. "It did precious llttlo good." "Would you havo turned the child Into tho street?" Enoch shrugged his shoulders Im patiently. "I don't want to go over the ques tion again. It puts me in an awkward position with Miss Paget to havo the child in my house. So far as I see I cannot turn him out unless my sister goes with him." "What do you suggest?" "Good God! thero Is only ono thing to do send tho child to the asylum where ho came from. Tho mother Is in tho right when she wants him sent back to England. Ho was In a good enough homo thero." "Who took him out of it?' "I don't understand the situation. Miss Paget knows, I fancy, but she has not given mo tho man's namo. She says It was a piece of nasty re venge. "Sho told you this?" "Yes, I have had a nice morning. It was gouo over step by step at homo, then again with Miss Paget. She wants the child." "To' care for?" "No." Wontworth turned his eyes studiously in another direction. "She Intends to send him back to England immediately. Why shouldn't sho? The woman has to bo footlooso in her work. A blind youngster would tie her down neck and heels. They un derstand that Bort in an asylum. Thero isn't a doubt that he would bo happier thoro." "That is your honest conviction?" "I'm sure of ono thing. That brat Is not to bo harbored in my house. Supposo the mother mado it out a case of klduarjlng?" "I had not thought of it in that light." "Well, think of It now," Enoch burst out furiously, "I am as fond or Dor cas ns any brother could bo, but she is tho sort of girl who can't bo moved ,JnmM when she takes a stand on anything. Miss Paget is a clover, handsomo woman. I cannot bo wholly at odds with her, seeing her overy day of my llfo as I do." "That was In my mind when I spoke of letting her go." Enoch was on the verge of checking hltn with an impatient exclamation, but the Englishman Interrupted. "You havo had your say, now 1 am going to havo mlno. You remember onw day during tho early rehearsals I told you nil I know of Zllla Paget's Btory. I was beginning, then, to have qualms of conscience nbout bringing her over nnd setting her among decent people. Sho Is worse than I Imagined. In the most degraded woman you find brute feeling bruto motherhood I man. Sho lacks that" "Who gave you tho version of this story?" "Merry told mo last night" "You have not seen DorcaB?" "I have not mot Miss Wentwojth Blnco yesterday morning." "It was a case of stlrrcd-up emo tion with the wholo bunch of them. Thoy will tako things normally In a day or two. You had bettor have' a talk with Miss Pagot Sho 1b anxlouB to seo you." "I think," Oswald spoko coldly, "It would bo better for MIbs Paget if sho did not como to me. I might tell her In plain English my opinion of her. Hadn't wo better let her go?" "If wo didn't have to tako Into con sideration tho question of a woman At to play her part, there's her con-1 tract. It Is iron-bound for tho whole season. There's ' nothing especially' heroic about Miss Paget Get her mad," Enoch laughed grimly, "and Bho'll glvo you troublo toburn." "I'll look out for that myself. I'm responsible for her being hero. Clean minded citizens should not havo to herd In with a moral'leper." "That's scarcely a lit namo for a lady." Grant Oswald's voice was emphatic. "I never did class Miss Page with ladies." "I might as well tell you beforo you go in for anything of tho sort that I will flght you legally. It would bo the worst sort of business proposition to drop Miss Paget In tho middle of a successful run. It Is not fair to her. If an actress dors the work you ask of her, sho haa tho right to make any sort of domestic arrangement sho pleases." Wentworth's tone was conclusive. Ho lit his cigar again and stood si lently bcsldo bis desk, blowing tho smoke across tho room In distinct rings. "You said you had several business matters to talk over. Ib this everything for today?" He lifted hla hat from the rack as if anxious to end tho Interview. Oswald spoke stiffly. "I hate to think of a quarrel with you, Wentworth. I'll confess I have not a great deal of Aghtlng blood in me. Wo don't seem to got along as well as we did at Arst; I don't know whether It is your fault or mine." He paused as if waiting for Enoch to speak. Then ho continued. "There was ono other thing. I have been meaning to speak of it for some time. Probably others have men tioned it to you. Tho newspaper men are asking me ono question all the time they want to know it you are at work on another play?" Enoch gave him a savago look. It was a look which puzzled Oswald all day long. "I will think of that when I got good and ready. Tho 'Houso of Esterbrook' is good for ono season more probably for two." Then he Aung out of tho offlco and slammed the door behind him. Oswald sat in sllenco for a fow min utes. Ills face was full of anxious perplexity. Ho rose, put on his hat nnd overcoat, and went out In tho lobby he met Zllla Paget She turned eagerly as if to speak to him. He lifted his hat with grave courtesy and walked past her. Sho followed to the door and watched htm while he crossed the street Her face flamed scarlet and she bit her lips, then she laughed contemptu ously aud hurried through the dark theater to the stage. The place was deserted. She went straight to tho lotter-rack. In the shelf marked P she found several letters for herself. Sho was turning away when her eyes fell upon an envelope In tho lower cor ner of tho rack. Sho picked it out and stood for a moment staring at It blank ly, then she gasped. Tho letter was not for her. It was addressed In coarse, shaky writing, "Mrs. Alice V. Bourne, Gotham Theater, NowYork." It boro tho Madison Square postmark. Tho woman's eyes wero furtively searching tho gloomy theater in all di rections. Sho did not hear a sound; nobody was In sight Sho slipped Jho letter into her muff and ran upstairs (TO BU CONTINUED.) Silhouette and Painting. I Tho art of painting begins inev ably with drawing with expression by meanB of tho point tho result: line. This every teacher and academy realizes arid has to realize. Moro; every great school of painting has evolved from It But this use of the point, or drawing, soon reaches Its limitations, and tho brush demands mass, or perhaps It Is more correct to say that mass demands tho brush. The floating of masses on to canvas or paper, with Its edge's holding tho out Una of tho form, Is silhouette. Silhou etto, In other words, Is the basis of all mass impressions; without a sonso of silhouette we can uttor no largo and subllmo moods. Yet, strange to say, the small part given to sllhouotto In tho teaching of tho art of painting In academies Indeed, moro often tho ut ter lack of It ha3 always struck me as extraordinary. Haldnno Macfall, in T. IVb Weekly, London. Only a chance to rest your hands and back is worth five cents. BUT there's no chance about RUB -NO-MORE WASHING POWDER. It wouldn't increase in sales every week un less it made house work much easier. RUB -NO -MORE WASHING POWDER laasudlessdlrtre mover for clothes. It cleans your dishes, sinks, toilets and' cleans and sweetens' your milk crocks. It kills sterms. It does. not need hot water.) RUB-NO-MORE RUB-NO-MORE Washing Powder Carbo Naptha Soap Five Cents All Grocers The Rub-No-More Co., Ft. Wayne, Ind. LAUGH ON OLD CAL CLAY Jack London Makes a Comparison In 8tory That Has the Elements of Humor. Jack London said In Vera Cruz, whero ho wob sojourning ob a war correspondent: "Somo of these young war corre spondents whom I see about me are as ignorant of war correspondence ship ns old Cal Clay was Ignorant of astronomy. "I found old Cal Clay sitting in hla shirt sleeves on his front stoop one day, puffing like mad on his pipe, and novor getting a puff of smoke from It "As I drew near ho struck three matches and held them to the bowl; he sucked and sucked till his cheeks seemed to meet insldo; still never a puff of smoke. "And burnt matches lay all round his chair. There must have been a boxful of them. " 'Why, Cal,' 1 said, 'what on earth aro you doing?' '"That chump of a Wash White's been tryln' to tool me, I expect,' said he, and he took another futile puff and put hla pipe down in disgust That chump Wush told mo if I smoked a bit of glass I could see the spots od tho sun." The 8ame Thing. Vincent Astor, at a dinner In New York, said of the French evening gowns that havo caused so many shocked women to unite in protest: "I heard a story about ono of these gowns. A headstrong girl had pur chased It in the Rue do la Palx with out her mother's knowledge, and she insisted on wearing it, the evening it came homo, at ArmenonvlUe for din ner and at tho opera afterwards for the Russian ballet. Her mother, how ever, protested. But the girl, in her headstrong way, declared: " 'I'll wear that gown or nothing.' "With a shrug and a faint smile, ,her mother answered: "'Well, it comes to about the same thing.' " In the Automobile Zone. Flatbush Planted anything In your garden yet? Bonsonhurst Yes, ono dog and one. cat. t Gastronomic Revenge. "He laughed and said my deflance was just pie for him." "Then make him eat his words." HIT THE SPOT. Post urn Knocked Out Coffee Alls. 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"When I married, my husband waa a great coffeo drinker, although he admitted that It hurt him. When I mentioned Postum he said ho did not llko tho taste of It. I told him I could make it taste all right. He smiled and said, try it. Tho result was a success, ho won't have any thing but Postum." Namo given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to WellviHe," In pkgs. Postum now cornea in two forma: Regular Postum must bo well boiled 15c and 25c packages, Instant Poatum la a soluble pow der.' Made in tho cup with hot wa terno boiling 30c and BOo tins. Tho cost per cup of both klnda la about the same. "There's a Roaaon" for Postum. sold by Grocers. - ,').Jr-., S i -tpnjWf" M ..... .u-.. i rt.o4w itUfmr 3 J,u mt.M'i fc-WJfc -j-MjV- JiM ;a . At t j,Vj f'f' frWMM .UmmppV-- tM--T--f y. i ", 'i-w FiflTI t "til