Picture-Play Weekly (Apr-Oct 1915)

PICTURE-PLAY ^^"EEKLY 9 "Xev«r mind the doctor for a while, thank 3-ou," she replied hurriedlj". fearing that if one were summoned, her stay would be cut altogether too short, "but just let me have that liniment, if you will, and it ma.y be all right with that. It seems much better alread}-.'' Assenting to this, the man left the room. Irma took advantage of his absence to do a little investigating. She went into several of the adjoining rooms and noted their contents closely. There was nothing to confirm her suspicions that he was the man for whom she was searching. In fact, she was almost convinced that it was all a great mistake, and that she was as far from Broadway Jim's trail as when she began looking for him. And for some reason she found that she sincerely hoped she was. despite what his capture meant to her. She asked herself the cause of feeling thus, and discovered that she liked this person very much. Tr\ as she would, she could not overcome her admiration for the man : his fine physique, wholesome appearance, and his polite and kind manner all appealed strongly to her. He had not boasted of the beautiful Fifth Avenue home, nor of his wealth. The more she thought, the more she hoped that she had made a mistake. Suddenly, as she was glancing over a shelf of books, one caught her attention. Here was something that would raise the cover from the myster>— a lamih histor3-, such as is kept by many people. Some one in the early days had started it. and to keep up the custom is added to from generation to generation. Irma picked the book out and be^an to turn the pages quickly. It belonged to the family of Draper. She turned to the last page, and there, among three other pictures, was one, undoubtedly that of her host. Under it was the name "James Draper.' and it was followed b\ a brief note stating that the four pictures were those of the sons ;;nd daughters of Mr. and ^Irs. Robert Draper, of Xew England, wealthy propcrtA holders. That was plenty for Irma. This could rot be Broadway Jim. for why would a man with such finances steal for a living? It was a case of mistaken identity, and in her heart she was glad — ^ ery glad. But certainly the picture in .he book seemed a duplicate of the one given her at headquarters. At this point, the door opened, and Mr. James Draper returned, carrying in his hand a small bottle. "'This is a fine liniment." he recommended, "and ought to do the ankle good. What is that you found to interest you? Oh. our family history; I guess it has not much in it to entertain you. If you want a good book, there "Thank you. Mr. Draper." Irma broke in : "but there is a great deal of interest to me in this family history More, just now, than in any other book ever written." Draper laughed. 'T don't know what can be in there to make you think so. Are you an old friend of the family?" '"Xo." replied Irma. wondering whether or not it would be safe to tell him the real reason for her being so interested in such a dry book as a family history. Finally she decided that there could be no mistake of this man's identity, and it could do no harm to acquaint him with the fact that he strongly resembled one of the most notorious crooks who ever picked X'ew York as his field of harvest. "Xo. I'm not a friend s>i the family.'" she continued, after the pause. 'Tn fact. I came ver\ near being an enemy to the family, or. at least, to one