Evening Star Newspaper, July 2, 1922, Page 54

] | T he{ House _ Gue st LThe Fourth of a Series of _THE SUNDAY . STAR, WASHINGTON, D. , JULY 9, 1922 PART 4. Personality of Alice Duer Miller I E Mrs. Miller smiled auaibl) over_the phone when T called her up to ask her to tell me some*hing about herseli. her life, her work. She implied that there was nothipg to “ell. hut I knew better, and questinned her. She said she was already aw that she belon| families) and that she had hived ever lived anywhere else? Yes Her book. “Caldero: Prisoner.” for film production for Constance Nearly all her books, 1 found, achievement for any author. has broken her previous records. tized—an extraordin, book. “Manslaughter ) written plays t have been big without number in all the leading magazines—it is impossible to fill the demand for her work—Dbut she was particularly interested.in the fact that she is perhaps most widely known for a column that rs ago in a New York ncwspaper called, "Are Women People?"” With that colufnn she made a splendid stand for woman's ran some y right to suirage, S Her interest in_the- emphasi OF AMERICAN FICTION v humar and charm. MAR d to one of the oldes* of New York for some vears in Central America. I as keen from.the first. The story that follows, written expressly for this program. halds her characteristic | | a New Yorker by birth (but { was tere most of her life. Has she | which had recently been arranged Binney. "-alt with that country. had been both filmed and drama- | | Her latest | ° She_has successes: she has appeared times | | s of the ALL-STAR PROGRAM Y STEWART CUTTING, JR. | e = LIOT had been married seven vears—and he was hored: not | bored with the jempurary langour that cxuie over hlm of a Sunday afternvon when he wished for enough energy Ko and play golf, but actively bored so that every action of his life aa far as he could see was ugly lusterless. And vet he loved his wife and his t Eood little girls. Mary was pretty, good. devoted, and—though his mind to and Thesitated a little over the last step—! intelligent. Her mind was as alert and vigorous and quick to under- stand his thoughts as it had been when, the autumn after he left col- lege, he had married her. 1t was matrimony, he told himself, not Mary. that bored him; but he wa: aware that the line was a fine one. Nevertheless he had been careful to draw it when. the evening hefore. | Sam Francis and he had been dis-; cussing the advantages and disad- vantages of the married state. was & bachelor. He had come over to dine. and after dinner the two friends had gone to @ moving pic ure. Mary was busy putting the children 10 bed. The picture. as it happened dealt with the life of 4 young mar- ried couple: and though all the walls | were of rough plaster. all the door- were arches, and all the trees . breakfasts and babies seemed to be much the same on one coast as un the other. “1t's a dull picture.”” said Sam. bachelor. lightly. “It's a dull subject.” said Eligi. the married man, bitterly * ok ok % #THIS opened the door to a discus- 4 sion none the less frank and intimate because it was carried on in xeneralities. Eliot began by quoting that terribie sentence from “Middle- march’: “I never loved any one well enough to put my head into a noose for them"—"it i Sam agreed, but wondered whether every man as he grew older (Sam was twenty-six) did not want a home an of his own, and at this point irresistible desire for self expre came over Eliot. 'He remembered how he had once been free—free not for evil things but for adventures that were often nothing more than _intellectual—free to miss a dozen suburban trains, If he wanted to finish a book at the club—free to go to the theater without asking him- self whether the money would not| have been better spent on the chil- dren’'s shoes—free to wander all night on the bridges, thinking of some futile paradoxical philosophy. without owing any one an explana tion of his irregular hours—free eve to give up his job If it became in- tolerable to him—free to hazard his future in any way he feit inclined. This was the aspect of matrimony that no one explained to you. You were told about giving up your club or your favorite cigar. and perhaps a ®ood tailor. but no one made it clear that your privacy and your leisure and your llberty to chouse must go, too. . “And to some people.” Eliot said judicially. as if he had nothing In common with people like that—'to some people life becomes an intoler- able bore when those things go. Of course that does not apply to us,| because Mary is an exceptional woman.” “Oh, very.” said Sam- smiling to himself in the darkness of the theater ' over the fact that any one could call Mary exceptional. The conversation made little im- pr it created a clear mental picture of his situation that he could not forget. Never, it seemed morning at breakfast. had his two daughters asked why'and when so! often. Mary, neat and pretty at the head of the table, smiled and poured out coffee. She generally answered the children with a patience that seemed to Eliot miraculous but mis- placed. She thought that the young minds were stirred by intellectual curiosity. But Eliot could never un- Werstand why. if this were true, the Rhildren never listened to the an- Jwers. “They listen to mine, dear.” Mary would reply, “Because T really 1ry to explain to them. to put them in the wrong for ask- ing.” “Oh, | don't question, my dear. that vou are better worth listening to than T am.” Eliot would say, “only—" Sam | the ! a noose. you know." | ion on him, but in Eliot's mind | to him the next, You only try | tdo it at odd moments—in the train for in his bath. for several weeks. { The oceaston thal made it appropriate ! thad lor g sinve passed, but h: wanted fitigh it if he could. Within & few | ates. howover, he hewvd the voicest Jf his daugite s returning. Hel wished the c'ass bud lasied little ong.r. ¢ Yot he was not an unnatural father. lana when they entered the room | tusiied with exercise. elegant in the shecr white dresses and blue bows. he felt proud of them and glad to | see them. He loved them even when | the following interchange took place “Hullo. father. Do you like my, new shoes? What is jaze?" “Well, Marietta, it's a kind of music where the beat is hiregula 1 “Why is e “Because people like it I the time changes.” that way— That was the pattern conversation |haven't had another touch of the they usually had upon the subject, but this morning Mary did not an- swer every why and when—she| a1k about ssemed not to answer any one im- mediately—not even Eliot himself, though it was only afterward that he remembered her silence. rise next spring you say. I expeck {you got fed up in the dessert and that dfdnt you. 1 expeck you wantéd me i s sometimes eh? I shouldnt think the JWHEN he came home that after- littery society much cep myself. I noon a note from Mary was|can lend you some books. Cock is a lying on the hall table—s not un-|8reat reader. She has nearly all Ethel usual occurrnce. She had probably | M. Dells and most of CRarles Garvice. Dear Alf—You was funny Sunday. I don’t know whats up with you. You never used to be like that glum I call it. Ts it thinking about this littery soc turnin your head or what. Mille says you come into the kitchin like a bolled oul you was. Cheer up dear till Sunday week. ANNIE. James Weekes. Esqre. to Alfred Cod- Sone to the garden club. She was ‘punctilious about letting him know Ser plans. It was the afternoon of the children’s dadcing class. The Souse was deserted. Eliot's spirits rose. He would actually sit down in Ais own gitting room and read, or think, or do neither, without any one saying, “What have you been doing all day, dear,” or “Did you remember the butter,” or “Why musat I, father?"” ~ He did it. He clasped his hands Behind his, head and looked at the ceiling. The little country neighbor ‘was silent. It was the first moment * of this kind that he had had for months. Bhe says she will lend you some if You promiss to cover in brown paper and not tare the edges. They had a big party here over the weekend a curnel a bishop two gentleman and Some smart women one very nice she gave me ten bob. We could go to the picturs come Wednesday if agreeble. Milly is walkin out with a feller over at Spindlehurst in the grossery a bit flashy I dont like hfm much. Mrs. Vaughan had one of her attacks on Monday. Lord she does get on my nérves when shes like that. Well be 1ing. Dear @iriAllow me t6/thank yor for your charming letter. I fsel thai T understand your latent desires per- fectly. I shall be returning to Tib- belsford in, & we time, when I hope to make your scquaintanc feel sare that you will make a desira ble member of our Literary Society. Yrs, cordially, JAMES WEBKES. James Waeekes to Samuel Childers. My dear Sam—I received the closed letter yesterday and hasten to send it on to you. Did you ever read anything more delightful? We must certainly get Alfved Codiing into our I good and sheerio must now close. Love and kigses till Sunday. ANNIE. James Weekes Esqre. (Malaga, Spain) S to ries on the Subject of “Marriage”’ “WHEN YOU WAS ON SENTRY GO \ GHT IT WAS IN THE DESERT AT ) 80 QUIET AND MYSTERIOUS.” take it like that. It is difficult to tell you about but you krow my feelins to vou is as always. Now. T have to tell you dear that I have seem Mr. Weekes he is a very nice old gentle- men indeed he is vers kind he says T can go to his hous anytime and read his books he has hundreds and hundreds. I have nevyer seen %0 many books you have to have a lad- der to clime up to some of them he is very kind he says he shall prop- pose me for the littery soc and I can myssit sad that wes.v g0 when I like he ast me all 'about | ignorant. He knows nothing at all Qur papers and discussions will be Greek to him. . If you wanted an extra hand in yoyr:stables or a job- bing gardener. well and good. but I must sincerely’ protest against this abuse of the fundamental purposes of .our’ soctety. Yours sincerely, 5 EPHRAIM BALDWIN. Fanny Childers to Elspeth Pritchard. Dear old thing—] must tell yoy about. @ perfect scremm that .is hap= here: Yo W*‘!‘; Tibbels leg if you dont know what they talk- in about and that your just makin & fule of yourself and then what about me you dont think of me its makin me a fule too. Milly says she wouldnt have no truck with a book lowse 5o there it is ANNIE. Aifred Codling to James Weekes. Dear Sir—I am much oblidged to you for puttin me on them books It beats me how they work up these things I'm afeard T am mot scollard enough to keep the pace with these sayins and that Its the same with | the litery. I lissen to the talk and sometimes I think I've got it and tt.eén no. . Sometimes I feels angry with the things said 1 know the speakers wrong but I cant say I feel (hey wrong but I dont kiow what to say to say it. Theres some things to big to say -isnt that sir. Im much oblidged to you sair for what you the/ -altho 1 most always the talk T know who are she had seemed siler{ at but not portentously silent. He had questioned the children ax to thé events of the day. Had any messages come? Had any visitors been there? breakfast, | the children—suppose anything hap- pened to the children? They came to ask him o sit with them while they had supper and read aloud. They had asked him this al- most every evening since they had been able to speuk, and he often re- fused. But this evening he consented It was like a reproof to Mary. H chose Thackeray's “Rose and the Ring” to read to them. He hadn't read it for years. It was a magnificent plece | After the children had gone to bed | he_ had a long. uninterrupted evening | —one of those evenings in which he | could have finished a dozen parodies, except that his whole being was itaken up with anger and speculation He walked up and dowr the sitting room all evening and then went to jbed—but not to sleep. How could Mary have behaved =0? He began to imagine their interview on Mond; {his side of it at least. About.4 o'clock | By Alice Duer Miller- up by him ana Mary as to whether Marietta was seeking information or simply trying 1o thrust hersell into the foreground. But now Mary waw not there. He felt obliged to 1 No. mothing. It wax almost incredi- |try and answer hig motherless littie |ble that you should live with algirl and she actually appeared to try woman seven years and be unable 10 | to understand him, o that they were iform even an hypothesis as 10 why |[talking rather earnestly by the time she had left you; not that he ad-|they reached the ciurch door. mitted she had left him—it was just| And so it went on. Tt wasnt ihat some misunderstanding. | Eliot had never before found his ehl- To his first shock a feeling of an- dren’s pocket handkerchiefs, or even ger succeeded. How 1d any one|blown their noses or put their hats on treat another fellow creature like | right side before. but always he had that, let alone a husband? And to|done these things as a favor to Mary leave him in suspense for days And [But now he did them because there was no one else 10 do them. which made it somehow all very differcnt In the afternvon he did play golf, partly hecause he did not want to answer questions as to Mary's where- abouts, but partly because he became involved in a hymn Marietta had been most incompetently committing to mem- ory for ®ix montha, He was tired in the evening—he 100k- ed back on the day as a hard one, and not a pleasant one, either; but had en bored. not of narrative. He read it well, too. | i{At that place whe the haughty . geriy 10 the office the neat Count Hogginarme stepped Into the ted nervously through tie {arena and tie lions rushed out, hours of the morning. About |2 L, “Wurra, wurra, wirrora, he!MATY came e glance at her v |1ooked up to see two level sp that ""l:' - "‘;" coasy con Larrested in front of two oper i Kakscom 1 MU RIS s or i i ; 5 i [the face of a vonan who had beer mouths while four eves dilated with | b i { through two days of suffering. Thes | excitement. went into his private office witiout greetings of any kind and shut the door Mary was direct “I sat just in front I..r you the other night at the pictures.” she said. “I could not help hearing. ™ There was a pause. Eliot's mind rushed back to the conversation with Sam and his heart felt like a falling elevator. He recalled things he had said { with a relish and bitterness hidden from Sam, but obvious to Mary. He looked at his wife. Her eyes “What is tme. father?" \ he found he was going to use €|, .o plaging. d yer” he said, 1 Remembering Mary's assertion uuuf | phrase, “My little motherless girls. llove you. Mary.” he didn't try to answer them, he! * * & % { 1 thank vou for such a love” she paused a moment to consider, but LY morning, however. he had dis- |answered. “The dull little woman ut | Marictia went on: "1 was calied out | B iat e e n.(pu.:o, sou :m (l\m.\d‘l‘“Te‘l‘:'\ll:L in front of the class to muke a cour- H = uppose you had overheard me : i tesy. father. Where's mother? Why | e e e i wound | Virsinla or Carofine that you bored faiajanc go dnx |take them to church. He had never|p' e d\ R ','" '\.'.;"'I‘:" ,':fi'::‘ . “She hasn't gone away.” said Eliot. e i el T I S e | disenguging his mind with diffi suity | s iubhes Bick: Lt - 6o | Pit Dowsckeebing. detaiis . from the problem of time. ! i 5 el “Thavs most unjust” put in “She a ba Vhy | ilooked very tall walking down the l.y 44 matrimony—not vou Shey\tookRaglisegulbEHe ALY [little lane to the paved avenue on | paiRma, didi‘she.; gatn which the church stood. The chil- . i O = O ldren, small and fluffy, held esch a{¢{()H. flets be honest” answere 1‘;.\\ TLL see” said Elot. thinking fhand. His little motherless girls! »Mn-« »(..“k g vm“ lv?d‘d’ ..{-" 4 | to himself that she had prob- Marietta chatted as they went L taken the wash to the laundry, | “You never went to church with us [# Wave that had passed over her was Saturday. and sometimes if . Ibefore. did you, father? You're al- | “Your marriage is me and mine’s you | they were saort a saeet and some one ways 5o tired on Sunday when|And it duller for ime thab W 18 foF | com stay— e - er's home. The first time Doris {30 don't even ge to ery [ione ‘s hr.n.‘no\x.‘- AH ufl..h;:dh:ulfl:f,‘,;flOl NEVER WENT TO CHURCH WITH US BEFORE. DID YOU FATHER? YOURE ALWAVS SO TIRED OV SUNDAY WHEN WOTHER'S m-.\nc.",rg.l"x‘ to chureh she thought the min- |day and see o £ xl»r preoslie ol et ding it for fear it i ¢ him |~ i jeter was God—all children do. I did |1I'm not borec om WAL SonK !;:a,;mfm‘,:,,:,,,rn:?.,,:‘ :::.: ;:t h,',,_ happened that mukes it impossible | manage womehow with the children |puckel. Ol nothing, dear.’ he an- | Had he done something? Or. rather |myself. Why do clergymen dress like ;:‘_‘“‘;:‘.“;f" x'm‘ ,'}';\‘"H] = von “n‘\::d s ! terfered with his moment of solitude, |that You and 1 should ever live to-| They are <o good swercd “She lad to mo away for | —for hix conscience was absolutely {that. father—why do they?” R e ol N | He opened it. with Marietta sitting | §ether again. I want to be alone for | Yours, MARY Sundiy clear—did she imagine he had done; If Mary had been there he would bt 'md oA 1o dosartriod irae Com tne arm of his chair and Doris,| & few days and think over how I can| He became aware thal Marietta —“Why did <h |something to hurt her? Had she|have answered, “Why you ot ealig ke Lot Lo four balaneing on his crossed |arrange my life. I will come to the |had been saying for a lfong fime | Thoie was @ question he couldn't|fallen under the spell of some sudden | rufes on your skirt use i S e i s bl | teet. office Monday and talk it all over|“What does mother say. r? wer. He had e idea. no expla- | romanes? One read of such thingscustom.” And Marietta would la e i e ! The letier said with you. 1 am sorry this is Nora's | What does mother suy. fathe ins. no possible theory oceurred | happening. But Mary! No. Had she !repiied. “Why is it?" And the e ol oF M7 Dian e puts Dear Eifot: Something strunge has |Sunday out. but you can probably| He put the letter back in hislio Whit could have happened? | gone mad? He remembered now that | conversation would have becn R S it 0 | — You're not your husiness 1 o, and heuaven kn ft's a d ; = every one agrees to that—dutier if pos- ! MAN ()F LE I l ERS A Strange Story by Stacy Aumonier::. . i i z vou put u iot of yourself into | Heretofore a sease of sulit hat 3,vmred Codling to Annie Phelps. that vou wish to join our literary so-|to old Baldwin with his tortuous | pl 40 B tokd e all about what te and alse Jimmy Weekes? Well, fonex If vou have been throw what ]l“ fused Eliot. but now he saw Hght ’ | ciety in Tibbelsford. It is customary | metuphysics—that is if we can only | be | was to read and that so 1!iUs like this: Dear old Jimmy is al- | have been throw you would know the| “lsn't my work here just what 1 ¥ DEAR Annie—l Rot into 8 " " posed and seconded by two |get him to talk. * Lthink @ | wout be goin (o the | wavs doing something eccentric. The |same sir Believe me vour put into the home?" he asked awful funny mood lately.] "o\ L Wil vou kindly send me ! Yours ever #oicturs Wendesday but will meet you | latest thing is he has discovered a obedient servant “After office hours what do you put i Youl think I'm "l"'“l""e “':2_\.0.,,. qualifications? 1w by the Fire statesion Sunday as usual | mcchanic in the leather trade with | ALFRED CODLIN Into 117" said Mary. “You come home e mm“_'h:"‘e:“m;:‘l(;: il Yours faithfully | samuer Chitders to James Weekes ALF.; |sovlt (I'm not sure I ought not 10| gphraim Baldwin to Kdwin Jope, sec- [11R€ & King eapeciing < ‘;:':"“':“‘” [ e Tk et as JAMES WEEKES, My dear chap—You are sureh not in 1o James We spell it the other way.) He is also | yeary to the Tibbelsford Literary | be 2rTanged for sot. o B o L e fm“ aps who was| Alfred Codling to Annie Phelps {serious about the ex-carporal® | dear Weekes—I'm afraid | can- [an ex-soldier and was out in the ociety ) e S s b EEyRC ENeasyie St e Whea | M5 despiAnmie—P thank cook | Showed his letter 1o Fanuy. She not unuerstand you Bro- |[Bast. He seemnto have become fm- car Jope—For my paper e SEhen Al A Catiter e s I:::‘n’n’“x!‘;l:\":fl in the dessert|for the two books which I am keep screamed with laughter. But | posing and gerting |bued with what they called “Eastern ygin prox. 1 propose to discuss “The |, v Mo N 8 T g T eht |1 %as so quite and miss-| rapt up and will not stain. 1 read the Sou mean it as @ Juke pro- | (his hobbledohos called Aifred romanticiam” Answas. he wanied | jufuence of Hegottmm on Modern | "I LT e\ i v N o felt you wanted 1o know | Fagles mate and think it fs a pritty | POSING him for the “littery.” Hope to | liug. | have spoken to him and 1 am | 1% Qo7 e sodiery. 00 81C 0 es | Peychology.” Yrs. ever. i “They are probably kings and he hings it you know what I mean.|stors. As you know dear | am noSee You on Friday Ever.yours, | |aifie wlitngito sckiomicise L el ol 8 o liny thraneh. SAnd now et EPHRAIM BALDWIN. lgyocs oo They probably thi Since 1've come back and settled in|fist at explaining myaelf. At the ple- | } ! o 8.« may be a very good young man in| St oo e """"‘m_"“ about | EdWin Jope to Ephraim Baldwin. jthey have an inalienable right to be ! the saddlery again I atill feel it most | tures the other night vou were onto| Alfred Codling to Anuie Phelps his place why join a literary w” Sag o Galdinon Kmow, | Dear Mr. Baldwin—T have issued the | bored by their women and children alwavs, A kind of discontented funny |me again about gettin’ on and that | My dear Annie-cl was afraid you|socicts Lt £ UL S SR e .,,,,‘_'"mns“"‘e 't Do, |mOtices of your forthcoming r. | too.” P . i !feelin if you know what I mean. Well | It fsnt that. Its difficul to explane would begin to think | was barmy inte andard of the 8O- /s o N e it yeral lisiow JrLle) aubjeetl familenre sl sumke)a (L SAVOM. MSLEY an 4 Eliot. “ivs iold girl what I mean is when l“:nm meai | Tlespoct T will -Iwn)h dear 1 always sald so but you mustnt He 13 absol sshi 1vgy s el oo [Ertas soveat o our mempers uua 1ot criane 1o vebores | were spliced up ang settled over injbe able (ovmlk‘e £60d] money cucuss | heen to two of the meetings speciatly |[¢€] convinced that we are in for an| chowt i T Tibbelsford 1 want to be §0od for | If you havent been throu it you cant| to observe the mechanic with the |Uluminating and informative evening. [1iSten o e TEOE R UeR T you and 1 want to know all aboul|kmow what italike. Its somethin elne | soul. He is really quite a dear. a |WIth resard to our little conversation | StASINE ¥ 40 L \UER LU L T L | things ana that. Well I'm goin to|I want if you know what 1 mean. To | thick-set. square-chinned little man (o0 Wednesday lasi, I am entirely i, o 5 qer any circumstances write to Mr. Weekes whose a gentle- | be honest I did not like the picturs| [ with enormeus Bands, with a heavy |ASTeement with you with regara to}IMeSRe FUBEE CUE Ll S g {man and who lives in a private house | the other night. 1 thought they were silver ring on the third finger of his|the auite inexpiicable action of {0 Ui y2 Guod-bye | near the church. They say he is a|silly but I like to have you sittin by Jeft, and tattoo marks on his right |Weeken in introducing the “leuther S e Wherslamersou [ littery society and if it be so I'm on me and to holding vour hand. 1f I wrist. He sits there with his hande |MEChanic” into the scciety. It appe ! for joinin it. Youl think I'm barmy | could tell you what I mean you would apread out on his knees and stares |10 M€ & quite superflous effrontery 10 woull 1ke to have spoken with wont you. It isnt that old dear. Me|know. I have herd from Mr. Weekes round at the members as though he |PUt upon our members. We do mot [, 5l daeeiA Bt He i that has always been content to do|about the littery and am writin off at | ihings they are a 10t of lunatics. The | Want 1o lose Weekes, but 1 feel that | yuo disira a peculiar mental "my job and draw my screw on Sat-|once. Steve our foreman has ot first evening he came the paper was |l OUEhU o be asked to give some | i was impossible that | urday and that. Youl think me|sacked for pinchin leather been goin lon “The Influence of Erasmus on|€Xplanation of his conduct. As youij. . or have been bored with funny. When youve lived in the des-|on for vears so must close with love | Modern Theology.” and the second | remark it lowers the whole standard fthis vital. vielent. irritating. hand sert you feel how old it all is. You|t¢ill Sunday. ALF. | evening “The Drama of the Restora- |Of the society. We might aswell ad- g me creatur: 1d yet he knew quite wantsomating and vou dont Kn6W | iries Goaling. (51 UAkies. Weabes| tion" No wonder the poor soul looks | Mt agricultural laborers, bUrglars.|weil that he had | oy | what it is praps its just to improve Esqre. | bewildered. He never says a word. |Erooms and barmaids and the dere- N Mary replied ainh " k.‘ { yourself and that. Anyway there iL| o yr Sir—As regards your com- | iu..“ is Tiny¥? 1 was in town oni”fl" of the town. 1 shall sound the [fn;c to my mother's |“‘ on a ulp « and I'll shall write to him. See| Sl o et are my | [ Thursduy and got a duck of a hut |opinion privately of other members.{really haven't decided 1t you Sunday. Solong dear. ALF. [ L R0 (0 VO say I have no quall. | | Do come over soon. Crowds of love |With Kind regards. Anaace o tehigomine sl | Alfred Codling to James IWeekes, | fications sir neverthel 1 am wish- | FAN. | ‘;: y"“'y‘u » 5 ! Esqre. ful to foin the littery. I will be can- James Weeks to Alfred Codling. Annie Pheips to Alfred Codljng Mury tovk a step toward him aw | Déar Sir—Some one tells me you did with you sir. 1 am not what | My dear Codling—1 quite appreciate | All right. then. you st from the door which she had ajm !are a littery soclety in Tibbelsford.| you might call a littery or eddicated your dificulty. 1 would suggest that |old littery. | am sendin’ y ched. In which case may I offer my serv-|man at all. Tam in the saddlery. 1 ou read the following books. in the [your weddin ring You £0 in and out| wyee she said. “I'm coming back ices as a member and believe me | was all throw Gallipoli and Egypt, srder named. You will find them in of that place never thinkin of me | sna 111 tell you when I'm coming Your obedient servant 1licorporal in the 2({13th Mounted {my Jibrary: 2 Aunt said how it would be vou 20N | pack—when you've run the house so ALFRED CODLING. Blumshires. It used to come over H on’s “Primer of Logis. off and cetterer and gettin ideas intojong that you frel uncomfortable if me like when | was out there alone Jevon's “Prinfer of Logic, vour head what do you care | doant’ the food isn't good. when you feel Penred Castaway (secretary to James|in the dessert. Prehaps sir you will Brackenbury's “Primer of Psychol- [think you care at all I expeck you!guilty when the children interrupt Weekes, Esqre.) to Alfred Codling. | ynderstand me when I say it for 1 ogy" and Professor James' “Text- |meet a lot of these swell heads these |me, when, in other words, I'm the Dear Sir—In reply to your letter|and folks do not understand me { book of Psychology men and women and you get talkin |house guest—that's when I'm coming of the 17th inst. I beg to inform YoU|gapout it not even the girl T walk | Do not be discouraged. and thinkin you some one. All these ) that Mr. James Weekes is abroad. I|out with Annie Phelps who is as nice | Sincerely yours. years you away I wated for you faith-| And she went out of the office and will communicate the contents of|a girl a feller could wish. Prehaps | J. WEEKES. |ful 1 never had a thowt for other fel- [ slammed the door. Fourilstter ok, sir you have to have been throw it | Annie I'helps to Alfred Codling. {lera and then you go on like this (Commidht W AL nighis roeriel ) ‘of“l“r:.?‘“?ég‘:“};'I'AWAY S sLON st T mesn/nWoen | Dear Alf—I don’t think you treat|and treat me in this way, Aunt savs| (Beproduceion Do l & © | ¥ou are alone at night in the dessert me quite fare You says you are sweet [she wouldn't put up and Milly says # | T i Annie Phelps to Alfred Codling. its all %0 big and quite you want to on me and that and then you go on |book lowse is worse than no good Not “Near Enough. | My dear Alf—You are.a dear old |Eet to know things and all abowt in this funny way. It fsnt my falt |and so I say good-bye and thats how e {funny bean. What is up with you.|things if you know what I mean sir that you got the wind up in Egypt I[it is now forever you have brokken e gt 1 expeck vou are just fed up. You |30 Prehaps you will pass me in the don’t know what you mean by all this|my hart. ANNIE. Gl ialirsEndmintel s Jittery: 1 wish the ole litery soc was dead and | Annie Phelps to Alfred Codling. 1 the automobile of today were traced fever have you. I will come and look Your obedient servant | finish Cook says you probily want a| 1 cried all nite 1 didnt mean Quite | ...y Ly the head of a research atter you Sunday. You are a silly to ALFRED CODLING. | blue pill you was so glum Sunday. (al T says you know how I mene dear { .1 raiory during a talk before the improvin considerin the | Annie Phelps to Alfred Codling. Dont you see all these gents and girls | A1 it you was only reesonible L|ipjieq States Chamber of Commerce. money you are gettin and another and edicated coves are pullin your|goant mind you goin the littery if! i first ihe diameter of & pivol. for you eggsplain yourself. For ®awds|.iample. was gauged by calipers. the sake meet me tonight by the firef .. peing locked after the test, and stachen and eggsplain everything. | gistance between the jaws being then Your broke hearted ANNE. | measured on a finely graduated steel James Weekes to Samuel Childers. |rule. With these measurements as My dear Ssm—I hope Harrogate is|a basis the machinists of “day be- having the desired efféct upon you.|fore vesterday” used to make toler- I was about to 5ay that you have|ably close guesses at what the di- missed few events of any value or|ameter of the pivot really was. Then interest during vour absence, but I feel 1. must qualify that statement. You have missed a golden moment. The great Baldwin evening has come and gone and T deplore the fact that you were not there. My sense of gratification, however, is not due to Ephraim himself, but to my unpopu- lar protege and white elephant—Al- freq Codling. I tell you, it was glo- rious! Ephraim spoke for an hour and a half, the usal thing, a dull rechauffee of -Schopenhauer and Hegel, droning forth platitudes and ve me I enjoy. the |half-baked sophistries. When ir was finished the chairman asked if any came the micrometer, which theoret- to a thousandth: of jeally measured an ineh. . In practice, however it was found that no two persons ever achieved quite the same result. One was sure to “fudge a little” as the saying ix. Today. the automobile makers, needing a much finer meas- urement in order to maintain their ‘pn;lluv( on the basis of interchange- Lable parts, have a meter in which re- fracted light is thrown upon & mag- nified scale, giving measurements iwith a variation of not more than 1-20,000th of an inch. But that is too much of a variation for the modern motor car makers, and the hunt is on as hard ever to come a.good deal closer to accurate measurement.