The Washington times., 1920-09-13
Screen Version Novslized.
By Jane Mclean.

w yIILE Alice. having written to
w he convent the news OF her
" happy engagement to jim
ME Andrews and having received
congratulations OF the kind-hearted
guardians OF her youth. was busy
with the hundred and one things
that precede q wedding. Hello
trope Harry was wondering how he
could help this beautiful daughter.
whose welfare had now become
an obsession in his lonely life.
Letter writing had become al
most a lost art with him and so
when he resolved to warn Spike
Foley against further acquaintance
with Joe Hasdock, he found that
even a simple note taxed his skill.
1t was with a sort Of Fremont
tion that he cautioned his old pal.
. trying to put out Of the path OF
Alice all possible danger.
After a few stilted greetings he
concluded--"and / think you'll bet
ter move. You know how noisy she
Is. II she should ever learn that
the orphan Alice Hale Is really
Annie Hasdock my daughter and
hers with rich friends. trust her to
pull the fond mother stuff. Be
careful, Spike. Write soon"
He signed his name and looked
about for the envelope the warden
had given him. He wrote the adc
dress and then with CONSERVATION
beheld a large blot spread out un-
der the pen. There was nothing
TO do but make the best Of 1t. He
carefully blotted 1t and with the
advent Of the guard passed out the
writing utensils and the letter.
Then he returned to gaze at the
photograph feeling a spirit of peace
stealing over him. the feeling that
comes with the helping of another,
Heliotrope. Harry was atoning for
his past.
The letter went on its way arriv-
ing at last with the almost infai-
lible sureness Of the mail in an old
fashioned boarding house in the
West Forties, which showed the
signs Of much better days.
There were many sorts OF board
ers in the house with the long
flights Of stairs and the old-time
mahogany balustrades and all of
them used the hatrack as kind of
post box for letters received. 1t
was one Of thohe marble and wal
nut affairs with a large mirror.
with ample room between the glass
and the molding to tuck letters. In
this fashion the landlady was sure
they couldn't be missed, as all her
dodgers were sure to do one thing
Q nentering the house and that one
thing was to survey themselves in
the glass.
Harr$s letter came on a Satur-
day and was put in the regular
place in the mirror with others.
But Spike Foley did not come home
that Saturday; II he had all might
have been well; he appeared on
Sunday morning apparently delayed
by tho hand of fate.
The landlady disliked Sundays
because most of her roomers re-
mained in seclusion till well to-
ward noon, thereby making the
keeping up Of their rooms moro
than the week day hardship. As
she emerged from the back parlor
q large fgure In sloppy gingham,
Joe Hasdock, appeared at the top
Of the first flight and called:
would you be 30 kind as to
hand me my Sunday paper?"
ct would not" snapped the land
lady, get 1t yourself: you know
where It is" and she founced back
TO the protection of the parlor.
Joe Hasdock set her thin lips and
descended, a little fearful OF being
seen in Sabbath dishabille-she
made a snatch at the paper and
then casting her eye over the mail
collection in the mirror her eye was
arrested by an envelope with blot
addressed to the old pal OF her