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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
OUR FAMILY STORY PAGE
IMDDY'S Eli
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©MARY
GRAHAM
BQN.NEB
AUTHOR OF "THE SILVER BUTTERFLY,"
"SALLY SALT," "THE BLACK PEARL," ETC.
NOVELIZED FROM THE SERIES OF PHOTOPLAYS OF
THE SAME NAME RELEASED BY PATHE EXCHANGE.
tCOFYRIGHT, 1916 IY MRS. WILSON WOODRO\C>
THIRD STORY
The Tangled Web
A long bobsled loaded with laugh-
ing. shouting young people whizzed
down the white, glisten! lg slope like
a runaway express train. Mrs. Alden's
house party at Tuxedo was enjoying
the opportune snowfall.
Fleetwood Illalr, flushed from the
exertion of helping drag a heavy
"bob" back up the hill, spied a couple
of boys with a small sled who had
stopped on their way home from coast-
ing to watch with solemn curiosity the
pranks and antics of the growu-ups.
"L-et me have the flyer, kids." Blair
sprang toward them. "Here, I'll pay
rent for it in advance," tossing ovar
a half dollar. And without waiting
for any further negotiations, he caught
tho rope out of then- hands, and hur-
ried to the summit where the group
with which he had come trudging up
the slope were taking their places on
the bobsled for another trip.
"Walt a minute. Ruth!" He singled
out from among them a dark, strik-
ingly pretty girl In a scarlet cap and
jacket—the daughter of his hostess.
"You and I are going to try It alone
this time."
Hlair swung his small sled around
to the track, assisted her to a place
forward 011 it and settled himself at
the back to steer.
I simply had to have a chance to
speak alone with you away from that
cackling crowd," he was murmuring.
I can t keep It back any longer, and
although it's little enough I can offer
you now. dear, If you are willing to
start on love and a stout heart—"
In the ardor of the moment he
quite forgot to steer. They struck a
bend in the course, and, swerving ofT
at right angles to the track, dashed
headlong into a great piled-up drift.
Like a couple of grotesque figures
they emerged.
Fleetwood did not permit the mis-
adventure to baffle him.
"Ruth," he repeated, as he floun-
dered toward her, "will you marry
me?"
Such persistence deserved tc be re-
warded.
While Fleetwood and Ruth Alden,
out there in the snowdrifts, Innocently
and happily "plighted thel* troth,"
Mrs. Alden and llat&on Kendrick sat
together over a game of chess and
schemed.
Both Mrs. Alden and Kendrick were
"practical persons," and thrre was lit-
tle necessity for words between them.
Mrs. Alden was a society mother
with a hall-mark position as unques-
tionable as the "sterling" on silver,
but somewhat hard put to it to support
It with the essential finances.
Kendrick, on his side, wanted
open and Ruth and Fleetwood Blair
appeared hand in hand on the
threshold.
"Wish us happiness, mother," the
girl cried exuberantly. "Fleetwood
and I are engaged."
For once, Mrs. Alden lost her suave
poise.
Her eyes were fixed In a glare of
despairing rage upon Rlalr. She lift
ed her hand and pointed toward the
door with a gesture not to be mis-
taken.
Involuntarily Blair took a step back-
ward, then halted and glanced toward
Ruth. Instancy she moved over to
his side and thrust her arm In his.
"If there's no place here for him,
then there is none for me!" she cried.
Then with her head held high, and
her arm linked in that of her lover,
she passed out of the room and from
the house.
way to tears.
Finally the telephone upon a near
by stand rang. Listlessly Mrs. Alden
took It up But all at once her ex-
pression changed.
"Listen," she whispered to Ken-
drick. "They have gone to Peace Al-
den s In New York—Ruth's maiden
aunt, you know—and Peace Is trying
to get me to come there and consent
to a reconciliation.
"It'r the only thing to do," she de-
cided Impulsively. "Otherwise, Peace
says, they are planning to rush off to
Jersey City or some other impossible
place and get married tonight; where-
as by seeming to yield now I can
gain time."
In Itatson Kendrlck's big, luxurious
limousine, which he had placed at her
disposal with himself as an escort,
she outlined the plan of campaign.
And so thoroughly did she find him
In accord with her sentiments, so apt
at seizing and elaborating the ideas
she proposed, that when she alighted
at Aunt Peace Alden's old red brick
house down on Washington square
and gave him her hand at parting,
there was a light In her eyes as If she
already foresaw victory.
Hastily she subdued her manner,
however, as she rang the bell and was
admitted by the gray-haired old butler.
Mrs. Alden made a most effective
entrance. Her expression one of ma-
ternal solicitude, she started eagerly
toward her sister-in-law; then halted,
as if just coming to a realization of
tin presence of the young people.
Fcr a moment she stiffened, but ap-
parently conquering herself, turned
with the semblance of a rush of agi-
tated feeling and clasped her daugh-
ter in her arms.
"My little girl," she murmured bro-
kenly.
There was Just the right admixture
Mrs. Alden tottering to a chair,
sank down weakly Into It and gave^We have to anyhow, you may as
a certain extent depended w^re show-
ier a disconcertingly balky tendency,
and Fleetwood, who had been over to
Hoston in regard to them, had writ-
t n a rather gloomy letter the day be-
fore, telling her that it might be six
or eight months before they should
materialize.
He was expected back from his trip
that night, and in order to salve
his disappointment and slgiallze his
home coming, she was arranging a
little fete Just for the two of them.
Meanwhile, he- mother having dn-
Ished the note she was writing.
( ailed a messenger boy and dispatched
it to the address upon the envelope.
Then she called up Batson Kendrick
on the telephone and assuring herself
that no one was within hearing, held
a long and cryptic conversation with
him over the wire.
That evening, Fleetwood Blair, on
returning from Boston, found the note
she had written lying on the table at
his bachelor lodgings and was read-
ily deceived Into believing it was from
Ruth.
Tearing It open hastily, Blair read:
Fleetwood I>earest: You must not let
yourself be disappointed over the Hoston
matter. I would wait for you until
Doomsday, If necrssary. And, besides. It
may be all for the bent. Last night Bat-
son Kendrick whs playing chess with
mamma, and 1 overheard him say that
he needed a man for some Important
work In Alaska. "If Blair were at liberty
he would be Just the man." he said, "and
the Job would be worth a thousand dol-
lars it month to him, but I will not risk
sending any new bridegroom on this af-
fair The chap who takes It has got to
have all his Interest In the work."
I rather think, though, that he Is going
to approach you with an ofTer, and if he
does. I would certainly accept the com-
mission, and agree to remain single dur-
ing the time you are engaged upon it
You could quit him, of course, the mo-
ment the Boston people decide to go
ahead, and In the meantime, so long as
well be drawing that salary.
I am sending this to your rooms so that
you may be prepared in case he ap-
proaches you this evening, as I under-
stand from mamma that he Is to be at
the house to finish their game. Mean-
time. I am waiting and longing for you
every second. Devotedly. RUT1L
Blair gave vent to a low whistle as
ho finished.
Little did ho dream how carefully
treaties and attempts at explanation.
Finally Mrs Ald«<n with an air of
motherly sympathy persuaded him
that .t was better to defer until morn
Ing his efforts tc repair the misunder-
standing and so induced him to leave
trr house
Hardly >as he out o the door, how
ever, beforw Ruth experienced
vulslon of feeling. After all she told
herself, It was only fair to hear what
he had to say.
In this frame of mind, she was
awaiting his arrival the next mom
Ing, when a maid brought her word
that Estelle Abbott desired to see her.
Ruth hesitated, more than half In-
clined to refuse; bi t Estelle, covertly
abetted by Mrs. Alden, had taken no
chances on being denied, and followed
almost on the heels of the maid.
* Don't turn away from me, Ruth,"
she pleaded hysterically. "It is bet-
ter that you should hear what I have
to say; for I tell you frankly that
Fleetwood Blair is net worthy of you
—not worthy of either of us, for that
i tter But as between us," her
voice broke, and she sadly bowed her
head, mine is the stronger claim
upon him."
Something in the tone arrested
Ruth's attention, and leaning forward,
she caught Estelle by the chin and
forced the girl'i face up to meet the
searching raze she bent upon It.
Then as she read there tho confirma-
tion of what she suspected, she fell
back with a sharp exclamation.
"Oh!" she cried. "Oh!" and bury-
ir ter own face in her hands, she
turned away, while Estella satisfied
at what she had accomplished, crept
from the room.
When Blair called a little later on,
ho was informed that Miss Alden
begged to be excused from seeing him.
Needless to say, Mis. Alden .ost no
opportunity to widen the breach, and
on the evening of Blair's departure,
as she came upon Ruth slttl.ie: hard
and dry-eyed by an open window, she
was thrilling inwardly with triumph.
"Ah, my dear, don't grieve for him,"
she purred. "He w.is never deserv-
ing if you. The older jou grow, too,
my d 'Ugnter, the more ;ou will learn
baited was the trap Into which he was*"1®' a" men are allke' Money 18 the
wife—not a companion or helpmeet*0' lu'ml"ty amI surrender in her man-
fitting to one of his years and settled
-habits, but merely to serve as an ex-
hibition of his wealth.
After inspecting the season s flock
of debutantes he had definitely fixed
his choice upon Ruth, and the matter
was supposed to be settled.
But at this Interesting Juncture
Fleetwood Blair Lad chosen to In-
trude.
Credit must be given Mrs. Alden
for shrewdly scenting the danger in
th< situation as soon as it appeared.
No' once did she raise any objec-
tion to Blair, or seem to interfere
with the freedom of association be-
tween him and Ruth. And Kendrick
played up skillfully to her lead.
This snowy afternoon as they sat
cozlly over the chessboard with all
the young people out of the way over
on the hillside, they touched cau-
tiously upon the subject uppermost in
both their minds and made plain their
plans in a series of indirections.
"It was kind of you to Invite my
niece Estelle here this week," he ob-
served. "Her father is a visionary
fellow, generally hard up and I'm
afraid the poo girl has had but few
gayetles in her life. Has it struck
you that young Blair is a trifle atten
tlve in that direction?" he inquired
anxiously.
"Really, I had not noticed it," Mrs.
Alden's lips stiffened a trifle disap-
provingly.
"Nevertheless, I am of the opinion
that something will develop between
those two," he urged. "And now,"
she glanced across at him, "tell me
what are your arrangements for your
trip to Palm Beach?"
But before Kendrick could comply,
In door to her sitting room was flung
ner as she extended a relenting hand
to Blair.
You will let me have her for Just
a little while longer, won't you?" she
coaxed with a wistful smile. "You'll
give me the satisfaction of seeing
her married from under my own roof,
with a proper trousseau, and a flock
of pretty bridesmaids, and a cake
and all tho rest of It. A girl can only
have one wedding, you know—Fleet-
wood."
"Of course, he will,- Aunt Peace
Insisted, beaming at them from
among her pillows over her success
as an exponent of her name.
So it was finally arranged, after a
discussion in which Mrs. Alden cun-
ningly managed to get Aunt Peace to
cast the deciding vote that the mar
nagc should be deferred for six
months, or until the young raining en-
gineer had a chance to determine
what advantage might lie In certain
"prospects" of which he told them.
One day as she was leaving the
house for a walk, Ruth stopped for a
moment to ask her mother a question.
Mrs. Alden was seated at her desk,
so absorbed in a note she was writ-
ing that she was not conscious of the
girl's presence until Ruth stood behind
her.
Then she started almost guiltily,
and quickly turned the half-written
sheet over so as to hide Its contents.
"Secrets, eh?" cried Ruth and play-
fully tried to wrest the note away so
as to see to whom It was addressed;
but her mother objected bo stoutly
that after a moment she desisted from
her effort.
But there were other and seeming-
ly more momentous things to claim
her attention Just then. The "pros-
pects" upon which their marriage to
walking with his eyes open.
On arriving at Mrs. Alden s, he wa3
shown into the drawing room, where
he found Kendrick and also, some-
what to his surprise, Estelle Abbott,
whom he had not seen since the time
of the house party in tho winter.
He greeted th< girl pleasantly, but
tho two had hardly an opportunity
to exchange more than a half a dozen
t ords before her uncle seized upon
him and drew him to one side with
the muttered excuse to Estelle that
he wanted to discuss a little matter
ol business with Mr. Blair
As the two men stepped away to-
gether, the servant who had admitted
Blair appeared to inform him that
Ruth was still dressing, but would be
1own almost immediately.
At last, though, all ready, and a
rediant girlish vision, in her shim-
mering gauzes and tulles, she came
tilpping down the stairs and hurried
toward the drawing room to find
Fleetwood.
But as she crossed the hall, her
mother with app.rent unpremedita
tlon intercepted her and during the
momentary pause, the sound of
voices reached her from beyond the
drawing room door. Two men were
ipea king.
"You agree then to accept the $12,-
OOC and remain unmarrleu as I re-
quire?" It was the curt, business-
like vole- of Hatson Kendrick, his tone
raised slightly as if for emphasis.
I agree to your terms, 'Ir. Ken-
drick, and will proraiso to remain
single."
Per lover? Oh, no; it could not be.
Why. this man va: no better than a
Judas.
Kendrick spoke again from behind
the drawn curtains.
"Then I suppose you will havo no
objection to starting for Alaska this
week?" he said.
But before Blair could make an-
swer, Ruth was startled by hearing
another voice—the shrill, almost de-
spairing cry cf a woman.
"To Alaska? Oh no! Surely you
are not planning tc send him as far
away as that?"
With a quick stop forward. Ruth
reached the portieres, and flung them
back to disclose the sight of Estelle
In Blair's arms.
By a clever bit of acting. Zstelle as
she uttered her protest against his
going away, hau seemed to stumble
and catch her heel In the rug, and
Fleetwood had naturally tried to save
her from falling.
But Ruth could not know this. She
only saw him holding Estelle In an ap-
parently ardent embrr.c- and Estella
with her arms wound arounl him.
Her dark eyes wide, incredulous,
she stood staring at the spectacle;
then with a low cry of pain, she turned
and rushed blindly up the stairs and
to her own room.
Blair In his dismay at .ne sight of
her and the evijent significance she
placed upon his attitude, was for the
Instant nonplussed, Incapable of ac-
tion; but recovering himself a mo-
ment later, flung Estelle almost
roughly to one side, and dashed ;• ad-
ly in pursuit
In vain, though, were all his eu
only thing that counts in this world.'
Ruth stirred from the apathy of her
pose.
"Is Batson Kendrick here this eve-
ning she sked Irrelevantly. "I
thought I heard him announced a bit
ago."
Then when Mrs. Alden answered In
the affirmative, she arose and \ ith a
reckless, bitter smile sauntered down
to her mother's sitting room.
"You paid $12,000 for Fleetwood
Bi-.i I believe, Mr. Kendrick. Now
what price do you offer for me? You
will have to bid higher than $12,000
though. I tell you that before you
begin."
The millionaire glanced at her ques-
ticningly appraising as he did so the
curl of tho lip, tho smoldering fire in
he> eye, the defiant swagger in her
manner.
"It's only the resul. of his upset
she's been through," he said to him-
self. "That and maybe this sudden
hot spell we're having. She'll come
around all right, cnce she's settled
down and knows Just where she
stands."
But therein Batson Kendrick made
the one great mistake of his life. Ruth
did not "come around." She never as
hi* wife allowed nim to forget that
he had "bought her," am1 that she ex-
pected him to pay the price. Coldly
aloof, contemptuous of herself as she
was of him, she piled extravagance
upon extravagance until his miserly
soul fairly stood aghast
His only method of revenge, he
learned, lay 'n for: ng her 'nto asso-
ciation with Fleetwood Blair, and thift
he played to +he limit.
The mining engineer on his return
from Alaska, would, for his own peace
of mind, have gladly avoided any en-
counter with his old sweetheart.
This, however. Kendrick would not
al'ow. Blair had made more than
good on the Alaska trip and had
shown such a high order of general
capability that Kendrick had installs 1
him as his personal advisor and chief
lieutenant. Seeking detraction from
his domestic troubles, the millionaire
had plunged Into a gigantic copper
speculation which was. In effect, an at-
tempt to corner the market, and In
this he leaned heavily upon the clear
vision and valuable counsel of the
younger man.
Reasoning then that the sight of
Blair's success and prestige would be
gall and wormwood to Ruth, he had
never rested happily until he had
brought them into contact, managing
one day by a ruse to have them meet
in his office.
Both of them withstood the ordeal
unflinchingly.
After that he made it a point to
have Blair frequently at the house.
So the situation moved on to its
inevitable denouement One evening
when Blair was there for dinner Ken-
drick proved so persistently offensive
that Ruth In self-defense finally rose
in the middle of some remark he was
launching at her and left the room.
Kendrick caught up with her half
across one of the big reception rooms
on her way to the stairs, and threw
himself in front of her to bar her
further progress.
"By God you'll understand that you
can't flout me in front of one of my
employees."
His fist suddenly clenched, he saw
red. and in a spasm of blind fury, he
struck at the lovely, taunting face up-
raised to him.
She swerved, but not enough
avoid the entire force of the blow. It
ent her reeling, staggering to the
floor.
Kendrick stared a moment at arhat
he had done; then with a muttered
oath flung himself out into the hall,
and catching up his ha4 and coat
rushed from the house.
Meanwhile Blair at the table had
waited in vain for the return of one
or the other of them.
Finally he pushed back his chair
and started to tuke his leave.
As he passed through the hall, how*
ever, he was arrested by a sound like
a stifled sob from the reception room
and glancing in through the open door-
way, was startled to see his hostess
on her hands and knees on the floor.
She tottered weakly and would have
fallen if Blair had not been In time
to catch her and ease her gently down
upon a sofa.
"Mr3. Kendrick! Ruth!" gasped
Blair. "What on earth has happened?"
"He—he struck me!" she explained
brokenly.
"Struck you?" "Oh, my darling!"
he groaned. "Why—why did you ever
marry him?"
There had never been any chance
for explanations between these two
before; but now that the opportunity
had come and their lips unsealed.
As th full import of the wily game
which her mother and Kendrick had
played broke upon Ruth, she started
up, her face grown vengeful and re-
lentless.
"He shall not go unpunished!" she
declared passionately.
She clutchnd Blair's arm. "You
know his business secrets, do you
not?" she questioned. "You know the
weak Joints in his armor, how he can
be most successfully attacked?"
The engineer half recoiled. "You
mean—?" he gasped.
She nodded.
The three days' battle which Bat-
son Kendrick fought upon the stock
exchange single-handed, against the
pool of rivals which had been organ-
ized against him, ranks In historic In-
terest with some of the old-time
Gould-Fiske melees.
The great house of Batson Ken-
drick & Co. went to the wall.
Hatless, coatless, his eyes bloodshot,
anU his face working convulsively, the
man who three days before had been
one of the biggest powers on "the
street" was up in his office struggling
almost Insanely with a little group of
siapporters and clerks who tried in
vain to restrain and quiet him. At
last he broke loose from them and
rushing out the door was lost in the
crowds along the streets.
In the same moment n a building
not half a block away, Ruth, heavily
veiled, stood back from the ticker
over which she had been leaning
tensely for the last hour.
It was in the private office of the
leader of the rival pool, and as she
stood back, she turned to him and one
or two enthusiastic associates.
"Well," she said, "It's over." She
pushed back her veil as she spoke
and they wondered to see her so
composed.
"Yes," said the leader of the pool,
"it is over, Mrs. Kendrick, and the
result is largely due to you."
He laid a lolded slip of paper on
th table before her. "This is a check
which I have made out to your order,"
he said, "and I have left the amount
blank. You may fill It in for any sum
up to a million."
She nodded carelessly, but made no
move to take it up. Then after a few
moments of further conversation, she
left the office, it was not until after
her departure that they discovered
that she had left the check still lying
on the table.
Out at the entrance to the building,
she found Blair waiting for her. He
caught her by the arm and guided her
swiftly to & limousine which stood be-
side the curb.
He gave simply the direction "Ujk
town," to the chauffeur, then stepping
In beside Ruth, turned to her eagerly
as the car moved forward through the
crowded streets. She stayed him with
quickly uplifted hand.
"Don't, Fleetwood," she bogged. I
tell you that I am dead here," and
■he struck herself on the breast; "my
heart is as cold and hard as a stone."
She was silent a moment as he drew
back, scarcely knowing how to take
her outbreak. Then she spoke with a
certain note of weary appeal.
"It is useless, Fleetwood," she shook
her head, "Absolutely useless. Leave
me here, won't you. I want to be
alone."
Blair bent a long glance of scrutiny
upon the face she turned toward him;
and as he gazed, the hopes he had
cherished died within him.
She was right The girl he had
known and loved was dead.
And, noting the change—recalling
the vivid, glowing Impersonation oT
youth she once had been, the promise
she had given of a ppiendld woman-
hood—his lips Involuntarily framed
the question of his sorrowing hear*
'WHO'S GUILTY?'
(END OF THIRD STORY,)
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knew at once what I meant.'
" 'So I did,' chimed in Whitey. 'You
meant an Alarm clock—something that
wakes up on time like old Father
Itooster.'
" 'Seems to me that's a pretty good
Guess,' cackled Mrs. lieu.
"'But it wasn't what 1 Meant,' said
the Yellow Chicken almost in Sobs.
"'Hurry, hurry, hurry, and tell us
what you Meant!' said the Mother
lieu.
'"1 Meant that it was very Modern
for us to have Telephones in the
Chicken House so the Farmer cau
Telephone to the Barn and to the
Stable and to the big House and to
the Tool House. Every one of those
places have Telephones. I heard the
silly little Bell King in each one when
I went to find out. And I heard the
Farmer say to a friend of his, "Well,
we must be Modern you know and it's
a very great Convenience to have a
Telephone." So then 1 knew a Tele-
phone was Modern! See? But what
1 don't qufir know,' he ended sadly,
'is what he Meant by Convenience.'
" 'I know,' said Whitey.
"'What?' asked the Yellow Chicken
excitedly.
" 'He Meant it was Useful! There I
I do know something even if I thought
you Meant Father Booster was the
Modern Object you were talking
about.'
•"Who called me au Object?' came
from Father Booster who Walked In
the Chicken House at just that mo-
ment.
" '1 said you were an Alarm Clock
and very Modern,' said the White
Chicken.
'"And so I am, my dear,' said Fa-
ther Booster Crowing delightedly. 'I
will give you a nice little Worm for
that.' And Father Booster gave the
White Chicken the tiuest Worm he
had been able to get that day.
" 'Ding-a-ling-ding-u-liug,' sounded u
little Bell.
"'There!' said the Yellow Chicken,
*1 said the Telephone was Modern.'
" 'So It Is,' said Father Booster, 'and
I will give you a Worm too for being
so Wise. But for my part I don't
see any more use to a Telephone than
I do to a Motor Car. They may bt
Modern, but they're of no use to me!'"
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