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PANEL 1: "Come home, Gwennie!" cried Mollie, the
"Mollie!" pleaded Gwendolyn, "why do I have to go home so soon?"
"Because your Daddy's just made a million dollars on the Stock Exchange!"
"But, Mollie," Gwendolyn asked anxiously, "what diff'rence does a million
"Heaps!" cried Molllie. "Rich little girls don't play out on the sidewalks."
PANEL 2: "Go, Molllie," exclaimed Gwendolyn, "there's
"Sure, you don't want to bother any more with that noisy, old creature!"
"But he's my friend! declared Gwendolyn.
"Darlin'!" protested Mollie, shocked. "Your mamma, ---she wouldn't
like it --- you, dancin' in the street, now that you're so rich!"
PANEL 3: "Mollie, 'phone that stylish beauty-parlor,"
ordered Gwendolyn's mother; "--- shampoo -- facial -- finger-wave--manicure."
"Mother!" broke in Gwendolyn, happily. "We're going to the Park to
hear the Band after supper?"
"Daddy and I are celebrating tonight," her mother answered. "A swell
dinner! And a theatre!"
"But, Mother," Gwendolyn persisted, "don't I celebrate?"
PANEL 4: Darllin', eat yer supper," coaxed Mollie.
But Gwendoly scarcely heard. "If Daddy takes Mother out," she faltered,
"he won't sing to me when I go to sleep. Oh, I s'pose it's all right, But"
---- solemnly ---- "I can't help but wonder, is it going to be nice to
PANEL 1: "It's a' extry," declared Mollie, "and
I heard the newsboy plain, hollerin' 'Stock Exchange'."
"Oh, what if it's all about Daddy!" returned Gwendolyn.
"Sure, I dout that," said the maid.
"Anyhow, Mollie, please let's ask the elevator-man!" begged Gwendolyn.
"Dearie," Mollie cautioned, "don't git yer hopes up."
PANEL 2: "It is about Daddy!" squealed Gwendolyn.
Mollie proudly read aloud to the elevator-man: "'Jim Ward Cleans Up
On The Stock Exchange'."
"Your Dad is famous," the elevator-man told Gwendolyn.
"He's made o' money!" Mollie boasted.
Gwendolyn was startled. "Made of money? But how can Daddy be made of
PANEL3: "Sure, the buildin's on fire! gasped Mollie.
Gwendolyn laughed. "No-o-o!" she corrected. "Look! It's Daddy!"
"Yer Daddy," wailed Mollie, "and that crowd'll crush him to a pulp!"
"Mollie, we must help him!"
"Right!" agreed the maid, "And this minnit, I'm 'phonin' the Po-lice!"
PANEL 4: "Stand back there!" the Police commanded,
trying to rescue the new young millionaire from his excited friends and
"Oh, Daddy," greeted Gwendolyn, "I'm so glad you're not different --
not changed, and made of money! But, oh, how'll Mother ever get in
PANEL 1: "Gwennie, where is your mother?"
Ward asked, suddenly frightened.
"At the beauty-parlor," Gwendolyn and Molllie ansered in the same breath.
"Oh, quick, Mollie!" Ward directed the maid. "Get that parlor
on the 'phone! Tell Mrs.Ward she must not start home! That mob downstairs
PANEL 2: "Oh, Mister Ward!" almost sobbed the
maid. "We're too late! Mrs. Ward's just left the beauty parlor,
and she's on her way here!"
"If that crowd sees her," Ward cried, "-- if they recognise her, theyll
crush her to death!"
"Oh, Daddy," wept Gwendolyn. "Has Mother done anything wrong?"
PANEL 3: "I must stop my wife!" Ward yelled; "-
- - keep her out of that jam!"
"Click!" shouted a man. "My candid camera got all three of 'em!"
"It'll be tough work helpin' y' out this way," warned a Policeman.
"Your hall's packed solid ev'ry inch!"
PANEL 4: "This is the quickest way!" Ward called
back to the Police. "Follow me down as fast as you can!"
"Do y' see the lady comin' anywhared?" asked the patrolman above Ward.
"Yes!" was the answer. "There's my wife! On the edge of that
legion of lunatics~"
PANEL 1: Leadng the Police, Ward fought his way
through the dense throng. Now the press was so great that women were fainting.
And even men, caught in the melee, were struggling helplessly. But the
new millionaire had but one thought -- to reach his young wife.
PANEL 2: Alverna Ward was in no danger --- yet.
Smiling radiantly, she enjoyed the sight of the rapidly swelling mass of
neighbors and curiosity-seekers; enjoyed, also, the new experience of being
greeted with excitement, and enthusiasm -- admiration, too, --- cameras
--- and requests for her autographs.
PANEL 3: "Alverna!" Ward shouted warninglly. "Quick!
Turn round! Go! We must run!"
She onlly smiled at him. "Oh, you wonderful darling!" she answered.
"You're a hero! And I'm happy!"
A Police Captain realised the danger of the Wards. "Reserves!"
he yelled to a patrolman. "Call 'em!"
PANEL 4: Alverna, exhausted and breathless, was
finally lifted to a narrow coping. But Ward knew that his wife's safety
was only temporary. That milling horde had apparentlly gone mad.
"Let us alone!" he shouted.
And, "Get back!" ordered the Policeman; "-- get back!"
Alverna was panting. "Oh, if help would only come!"
PANEL 1: Help came. Not a moment too soon, scores
of uniformed men poured into the street, and bore down on the mulitude
surrounding the new millionaire and his young wife.
--- But by now there were many who had suffered far more in the riot
than had the trapped pair.
PANEL 2: And while scores of Police charged the
crowd, to scatter it, from the opposite direction ambulances arrived ---
to care for those who needed medical attention.
Fainting women and trampled men were rescued from the dense gathering
and hurried to where they could be given first-aid.
PANEL 3: From a megaphone in a police-car, a voice
blared out peremptorily across the swarming hordes:
"You are ordered to disperse at once! Get out of this street! Go to
your home! If this order is not promptly carried out, we shall be compelled
to use tear-gas!"
PANEL 4: At the threat, the crowd hastily
scattered. Ward carried his wife into the entrance leading to their apartment.
Now she was safe. But --- one floor above in the Ward's living room
-- all was not well.
For Mollie, leaning from a window, screamed frantically for a Doctor.
PANEL 1: Terrified by the threatened danger to
her parents, as the mob hemmed them in, Gwendolyn had fainted.
"Gwendolyn!" Jim and Alverna cried out together, heartstricken at sight
of their unconscious little daughter.
"Don't be scairt," reassured a Policeman. "She'll be comin'-to
in a minnit."
PANEL 2: "Oh, Daddy, did ev'rybody want to kill
you and Mother?" Gwendolyn faltered.
"No, my baby!" laughed her father. "What happened was, they all lost
"Lost their heads?" cried Gwendolyn, aghast. "Oh, Daddy, you mean all
their heads are off, and they can't find 'em?"
PANEL 3: "Here's the Doctor, Gwennie," announced
Ward, tenderly. "He's going to help my little girl."
"Oh, Daddy!" --- then Gwendolyn clutched her father's sleeve
in fear as she spoke low to him.
"Now that you're so rich, I'm 'fraid the Doctor'll want to cut out
PANEL 4: "Great Guns!" exclaimed Ward. "I thought
I went loco when I made my million today. But I wasn't a patch on
"Look what they did to me!" Alverna complained. "Just the
same, I'm celebrating tonight."
But ma'am!" implored the Policeman. "Don't risk leavin' this flat!"
PANEL 1: "Roses for Mrs. James Ward," announced
the florist's boy.
"Snakes alive!" wailed Mollie. "More flowers?"
This is a fierce toime t'bee-stow bouquets, kid!" scolded the Policeman.
"Don't ye know 'tis past midnight?"
"Sorry, Officer," apologised the boy, "but our instructions was 'Deliver
PANEL 2: "And this toime what av ye got?" demanded
"Three telegrams for James Ward," answered a messenger-boy.
"And a special-delivery," added a postman.
"Is the whole town writing and wiring me?" asked the new millionaire.
"But when do we get some sleep?"
PANEL 3: "This is awful!" groaned Ward, fairly
beside himself at last.
"And they're crazy if they think they can sell me real estate, and
autos, and radios at one o'clock in the morning!"
"But here's the cure for it," vowed Mollie. "With yer permission, snip
goes the telephone-wire!"
PANEL 4: "No, we mustn't cut our 'phone off,"
warned Mollie's employer.
"But letters -- telegrams -- flowers -- telephones -- camera-fiends
- and autograph-nuts pounding on my door!
--- Alverna, dress yourself! Quick! And dress Gwennie! By the back
way -- to a hotel -- we'll try a sneak for it!"
PANEL 1: Determined to find the peace and quiet
the Wards stole thorugh their kitchen-door and down the back-stairs
to an alley-way leading into the next street.
As Jim Ward hailed a cruising taxi, Gwendoly glance around, "Good-by,
dear Mollie," she whispered.
PANEL 2: Peering through a window of the taxi,
Gwendolyn caught her first glimps of the huge, splendid edifice in which
she was not to live.
"Oh, goodness!" she breathed. "Is it the biggest hotel in the world?"
"It's the swellest !" proudly answered her mother.
PANEL 3: As a page led the way to the handsome,
lofty entrance-lobby, Gwendolyn stared back a the hotel "starter".
"Mother, he must own this place!" she declared.
"Look at the gold on his clothes! Oo! I'm 'fraid of him! Alverna laughed
nervously. "I am, too," she answered, "-- almost."
PANEL 4: Gwendolyn, alone in the sitting-room
of the suite her father had just taken, stared in awe at the gorgeous furnishings.
"This must be where he lives," she decided -- still thinking of the
"And, my! Will he really let us stay in here tonight?"
PANEL 1: Dawn of the following day found Mollie
intrenched behind a bolted door which carried her own placard:
PLEAS NOTIS MR AND MRS WARD DONOT LIVE HERE NO MORE
SO NOBODY IS HOME TO ANSER NOCKING
BUT JUST THE SAME LEVE MY PAPER.
PANEL 2: But the Wards were too excited to sleep.
At daylight, the new millionaire ordered the morning papers.
And Gwendolyn was wakened by the astonished exlcamations of her parents
as they read their own names across each front page, and looked a their
PANEL 3: "'New Millionaire Causes Near-Riot',"
quoted Ward, laughing.
"Say, but won't this make the old home-town sit up!"
"And that hick-village of mine will pass out when it sees this!" exulted
"My, what a swell snap! And, oh, Jim, my hair looks simply grand!"
PANEL 4: "Puffy, I was crying when the man took
my picture," Gwendolyn reminded her Teddy-Bear.
"And I guess maybe that's why the paper calls me 'the poor little rich
Then, "The Poor Little Rich Girl" -- she read it slowly again.
"Well, I think that's reallly what I --- I am."
PANEL 1: "Next," Ward said gaily, "breakfast
for a millionaire's family!"
"Not down in the dining-room," replied Alverna, quickly. "We'll all
dress, and then go out."
"Out?" laughed her husband.
"We'll eat right here! -- melon, and grapefruit! And strawberries!
The sky's the limit for my sweet girls!"
PANEL 2: "Here's that dandy breakfast I ordered!"
announced Ward, starting for the hall door.
"Jim!" cried Alverna. "Don't let the waiter in! Not Yet! Not till I'm
Gwendolyn stared anxiously at the door. "Mother!" she asked; "does
the waiter scare you like that owner?"
PANEL 3: "Great spot for the table!" Ward agreed.
"A glorious view, sir," returned the waiter. "-- And I'll fetch a high-chair
for the little miss."
"Little miss?" Gwendolyn repeated to herself. "I never was called that
And a man doing Mollie's work! I don't like that at all!"
PANEL 4: "Why did you run out of the room when
the waiter knocked?" Ward asked his wife.
"'Fraid you didn't look dressed-up enough?" added Gwendolyn.
"Gorgeous hotel -- gorgeous breakfast -- and my sweetheart crying!"
"Oh, Jim," Alverna wept. "I just can't bear to tell you the reason
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