Evening Star Newspaper, September 28, 1924, Page 66

BY ROYAL BROWN. If at First You Don’t Succeed, Try Changing the Tactic CHUYLER DE WITT met Judy Pierce at a junior prom during his senior year at Harvard. The | diplomatic service is rather the thing these days, and Sky, with an eve toward it, had specialized in modern languages, but it was the oldest and most universal of all that he made use of when he and Judy were introduced. “L" said Sky's eyes to Judy, “have an 1@ea I'm going to like you a whole lot!” “I dare you to!" eyes. As a De Witt of New York, a cer- tain position at Harvard was insured him. He was good to look upon and he had a certain inbred audacity that was not without charm What he thought he needed he went and took. Or tried to, anyway. Sven the privilege of seeing her home when the junior prom was done was not denied him. The jour- ney from Cambridge to Marlborough street, Boston, completed so far as he was concerned that process known as falling in love. The dim intimacy of the taxi, Judy with her lovely chin snuggled into the fur of her wrap, a celestial warmth, an elusive, intoxi- cating fragrance—by such things as these was his downfall accelerated. He had been in taxis with pretty rls before. And there had been mo- ments when he had been—well, au- dacious. Now he 1onguetied “I'm going to call,” he anrounced at her door. “Do,” said she, cordially “When?" demanded he, promptly. “Let me see . .. Sometime the latter part of next week “Last of next week!” he exploded Are vou going to be awfully bu then?” she asked concernedly. “If you e, why any time—" Are you going to be home tomor- row—I mean this afternoon” | “Oh, I've a thousand things to do. I'm afraid—: Yet in the end she had relented You want to chance my being in 5, T'll offer you tea, conceded It so happened that she was in at o'clock that afternoon, and Sky had his tea—an innocuous beverage into which July must have answered Judy's sat tense, and almost e at poured some of herself as she served it Anyway, Sky was never quite same man afterward. Once he had been free, white 23 The world lay before him. was to have a Summer in Europe and | perhaps a vear at Oxford, to top off | Harvard. A r that he was to enter| the diplomatic service. The idea had | suited him perfectly Until, that is, | he met Judy. From that moment freedom of choice was gone | In June Sky forswore diplomacy as a career and snapped up a chance to| sell bonds. “But why ston?” demanded his| astonished father. “A wide acquaint- | ance is the best asset in the bond- =elling business and you know hard- anybody in Boston But to Sky Boston was indeed the hub of the universe. Even so soon he had proposed to Judy. She had rejected him, but in such a way that he was left with the idea that she was still open to con- viction. It was not until Fall that. though she had refused him again and again, she nevertheless began to wear him s casually a3 she did er platinum dinner ring. OVE is servitude. His coming ignominious. From the first that audacity that had served him so well at other times had been forbidden him by his conception of Judy. To him she ed different from all other girls. The methods that he had used elsewhere would have seemed sacrilege to him now. Judy should have been touched. But she wasn't. ‘She treat ky, morosely. am’ But it is a long worm that has no turning. In late October Sky turned. denly, and without warning. i “But Sky!" protested Judy over the | telephone, “Leila is an old friend. She #hould have given me warning, but I simply can’t desert her on her first night with me. She'll be too tired for the theater. You can take somebody | else. There she stopped short. Tung up! Now Judy's hair was the color of molten gold as it chill with just a touch of red in i And in Judy's dis- position there was a touch of that ‘which red connotes. “That,” Judy assured the mute re- ceiver, “is absolutely the first and last time he will ever get a chance to hang up on me!” In other words, she she was through with him. And in 1hat belief Sky heartily concurred though Judy was yet to discover that As if to celebrate, he dined in soli- tary, vet almost regal state, and then turned toward Marlborough street. This was the street that Judy lived on. But then, so did he, in a sedate lodging house, but a block removed from Judy's home. As he passed this 1onight Judy emerged. She was not alone. Leila. too tired for the theater, but not, obviously, for other diver- sion, was plainly to be presented to some of Judy's more favored friends. It was as plain that she was not to be presented to Sky. Judy stared through him. He might have believed himself invisible but for Leila. He | felt quite surt that she saw him. And she did. “Who,” she demanded of Jud. that? was be- me like a worm,” mused | ‘And that is what I Sud- Sky had believed that 1 | | ‘was not talk about him,” evaded He looks nice,” said Lella, specu- ely. Appearances are deceitful,” Judy assured her. “You can have him if You want him. “I'm not interested in seconds. But still—you might have him drop in. I'll Jook him over.” “I imagine he'll drop in all tight,” Temarked Judy, grimly. But Sky had not the elightest in- tention of dropping in. He moved along to his own door and entered. He felt only tolerant amusement. From the mantel he seiected a e, filled it, and, lighting it, settled him- self to savor this freedom. * K ok ok A instant later there came a knock on the door. “Come,” suggested Sky, expecting his landlady. But tonight it was Livingston Ames Stewart. an_angular, near-sighter chap whom Sky occasionally passed on the stairs, almost always burdened awith books. “I—have you any tobacco?" demand- ®©d Stewart, plainly abstracted. “k can’'t seem to find my pouch— “Help vourself,” suggested Sky. And fdded, “Won't you sit down? “No, no.” said Stewart, quickly. can't stop. I'm terribly upset. have you ever been in love?” You've come to headquarters,” Sky mssured Stewart. “I have had large experience. In fact, I'm just con- ~valesing from the most serious case 5n my young existence. It almost proved fatal.” “I've never been in love,” confessed ftewart. © “Women have a curious ;s | page or so. | and adar effect on me, Most unpleasant and pnsettling.’ “1 never thought of that—but I'm not sure but what you're right!” “I have preferrtd to avoid them, and yet, if the new biology is true, 1 must marry “Must marry?’ echoed Sky. For the good of the race, Stewart. “Civilization,” " said he continued, reached the cross-roads. We must have better brains or bedlam. The incapable and imbecile are peopling the world. I—do you believe that Miss Sweet would understand if I approached her on the subject of marriage? Not romantically, of course, but scientifically?” And that, in his own phrase, was where Sky nearly passed out. “You mean,” he gasped. “that you are thinking of asking Miss Sweet marry you?" he is exactly the type of woman who would marry for the good of the race,” explained Stewart. “Her fine inheritance — genetic, that is—is strength of her features shown in the and in her vigor and independence qpugal says, “has of mind. But, Mac these very qualities turn men from such women——-" “How,” murmured Sky, dougal guess it!" Then “Perhaps she may have stumbled this new biology you speak of.” suggested Sky. “If she hasn’t, you might pave the way by sending her a few books on the subject. As your approach is scientific and not roman- tic, th could take the place of candy or flowers—-=" at n idea!” approved Stewart. “I think she would be in- rested in the findings of men like dougal and Humphre doubt of it. I'm “did Mac- loud: * on interested ” Stewart's face suddenly shone. “I've several books I'd be glad to loan you. It really is most important. It is believed that a man's genetic inherit determines his | final worth. If his ancestorst were | C-minue, he, 0o, will be—" | “C-minus. 1 get you. Bring in the| books any time. I expect to have a | lot of time to devote to self- improve- ment from now on.” I'll get them Stewart, departing In a minute he was back, bearing | six books. here are others you must see,” he logized. *“But for the time be- now,” promised Quite right,” said do for a start. I'm oblize T aft intention mere politencss. When | Picked up the topmost ook, | Stewart's departure, he had no of more than scanning a But it was 1 o'clock when he finally put it down “It would be worth while eating row just for the chance to spring me of this Macdougal stuff on Judy,” he assurcd himself. “Wow! She'd hit the roof.” As it happened, the chance was pre- sented him and it was not necessary that he eat crow. All that he ate was a very good dinner, as the guest of a hos who had given him Judy as partner at dinner. s it cold here?” Sky “Or do T just imagine it To this Judy made no answer. She urned to Reggie Thayer, on her left, sed herself to him “I said” persisted Sky, urbanely “that it seemed cold here. Do you think it would be all right if I turned up my collar,” “Did you speak?” sked Judy. demanded Judy. u'say that as if you were de- manding, ‘Sir, have we ever been in- troduced” ” he commented. “I believe I have had the pleasure of your ac- quaintance.” “I think it ceased when you hung up on me.” flasheg Judy, and wished at orice that she Nadn't said that. “Are you still sore about that?” as if surprised. 5 k you at least owe apology.’ “You owe me at vourself with one. in full. me an least 763. Credit Or credit yourself I'll wipe the slate clean. Any time you feel the nced of a friend yme to me, Judy. I“—he surveyed her calmly, kindly, maddeningly— will do what I can for you” “You'll do what?" she demanded coldly—yet With some heat. “Do what I can for you,” he repeat- 4. “Kecent biological discoveries | may cond n you, but I shall not. Never! That is all 1 wished to make clear. If you choose, now, to resume your conversation with Reggl Evidently Judy did not—yet. 1 haven't the slightest idea what you fng about,” she announced, once that was the truth. T am conscious that Macdougal maintains that smoothness of contour and beauty of face in a woman is very apt to indicate a mediocre mind.” “Please talk sense™ snapped Judy. “Poor Macdougal! It would pain him to hear you. But I venture to be- lieve he will open the eyes of other men, as he has opened mine. What, after all, is the thing called love, com- pared to the future of the race?” Judy’s reply was purely human, not sclentifi “Are you trying to be as idiotic as possible?” she demanded. “The world has ever martyred deep thinkers,” said Sky, gravely. “If neces- sary 1, too, am willing to suffer, looking forward to the day when a man will pause to consider. ‘Yes, I admit this | sensational? girl looks good to me,’ he will tell him- self, ‘but then, as Macdougal says, “Lovely eyes, beautiful hair. - As Judy’s fingers, feminine to their pretty tips, went unconsciously to her hair, he paused and digressed. “As beautiful as yours” he assured her. “It's all right, by the way. You need have no concern.” “I haven't. Not the slightest. for you!” “Perhaps for Regele, then. But to re- sume. The young man of the future will pause. He will say, ‘Beauty of hair, of teeth and figure and the color of this girl's cheek are apt to denote a C-minus intellect. The race will degenerat Back up, old man, go into reverse——' Are you deliberately trying to be in- ing?" interrupted Judy. Sky Icoked pained. “I am being scien- tific, not personal. Anyway, there will always be men to admire you; men like Reggie will ever seek charm. But strong souls, like Macdougal and Stew- art, will be drawn irresistibly to women like Mies Sweet.” “Who is Miss Sweet Jua, “The perfect pattern of the heroine of love stories of the future.” * % % % HE conversation was ended. Sky found himself left to his dinner and such diversion as it might present. The latter came from an unexpected quarter. “What, demanded the girl on his right, “have you been saying to Judy? Oh, have no compunction, sir. 1'm Leila. Judy and I went to school together, thared the same room and all our secrets. 1 already know your past and your present ! “Are you about to foretell my ture?” demanded Sky “I' might " she assured him. “A dark haired woman is about to interest her- self in you—" “And a red-headed young man,” sug- gested Sky, with a glance bevond her, “will thereupon rise and smite me. Are syou really Judy's best friend?" “Little Leila from Philadelphi: why do you ask if I'm Jud, friend?" “I have doubts.” “Meaning?” “That never have I known a pretty girl to pick another girl as pretty as | herself as her best friend.” “Oh, I'm not as Jovely as Judy. But I'm awfully nice when you get to know me. Kind to my mother and dumb ani- And I'm going to be here only a days more. Coneider the weather her such preliminaries disposed u saying to Judy ured Judy thi I that feminine loveli- | is a snare and a delusion.” 1 "Almost certain?” | try to keep an open mind. T should | be glad to consider the subject further | —under proper auspices “Meaning mine? Lets go! I'm en- gaged, by the way. Not that it matters. But Judy <would probably tell you." I suspect that Judy and 1 are no longer on speaking term How serious is this engagement “Oh very! There arc moments when 1 fear i tmay lead to matri- mony. And I'm not sure that I' fitted for that. What do you think?" “I shall give the matter deep and | carnest consideraton. Of course, hav- ing only a few days in which to study you “Do you know," said Leila, naive- ly, “I begin to suspect that Judy did you an injustice. I should never call you a dumb bunny Sky reddened, but his voice manner remained impeccable. shall endeavor,” he assured her, live up to your high opinion. Th he did. “I'm only a simple little maid from Philadeiphia,” Leila told Judy that night, “and I don't know what vou Boston girls expect, but to me Sky— isn’t that a cute name?—seemed up and coming to say the least. Why didn't you warn me that he wasn't safe in a taxi?" They were in Judy's room and Judy was brushing her halr. The hand that held stopped, poised in the air. “What do you mean?’ she demand- ed. Not demanded fu- But polite but well founded | and | iy “to the brush Heavens. details. Are know him?” It occurred to Judy, suddenly, that perhaps she didn't. But she did not admit it. “You could have stopped him,” she said, instead. “I might have hollered for the po- lice, 1 suppose. But isn't that rather I think it was better eyes and pretend that it was Bobby. Although I must say that even Bobby—" “I think,” announced Judy, virtu ously, “that you're utterly shameless. “T suspect it myself, sometime admitted Leila, quite unmoved. She vawned. “I invited him to drop in and have tea tomorrow afternoon.” “Judy gasped at her, startled. “You didn't!” Not here!” “I thought here would be the best place. Perhaps he'lT behave better when you're around.” “Are you making all this up? de- manded Judy, abruptly. “Making it up? What for™ ‘To tease me?" Why 1 had no idea you could be teased about him. = You said—-" “I meant it. 1 wouldnt marry him if he was the last man in the world!" “Egypt's Queen but you are choo: I'd put him much higher in my list than that. I'm not sure but what I'll keep him in mind in case Bobby doesn’t come up to expectations. Every woman ought to have an ace in the hold, don’t you think? You needn’t bother abeut chaperoning us tomorrow afternoon.’ S o INJEVERTHELESS Judy was present when SRy ‘arrived. So was Reggie Thayer, to whom Judy was prepared to devote herself, “I have selected you as my second husband,” Leila assured Sky at once. “I told Judy so last night, so we Don’t make me go into you sure you really to close my TO SUGGEST “SHE SEEMED SO INTERESTED THAT I WAS ENCOURAGED 3 MARRIAGE™ RO have nothing to hide. yourself.” “If 1T am to be your second husband I know what my wedding present to you will be." retorted Sky “How positively intriguing! it “A medicine chest. With bichloride of mercury tablets masquerading as dyspepsia pills and cyanid in a cute little box labeled bicarbonate of soda. I believe you said that Bobby's tend- ency toward indigestion was one of his liabilities.” Judy was able to catch snatches of conversation from the other side of the room—or, as she would have said, unable to escape them “I like that ring,” Sky was saying, and the better to examine it he took Leila’s acquiescent fingers in hisown. s this the first time you've no- ticed it? How strange. It belongs to Judy She’s forever leaving it around. “My ring!" cried Judy that she was not supposed to hear. Peace, child!” counseled Iweila “Yoh never missed it until this mo- mant out of it.” “Oh," said as long as And then Reggie. Only one possible criticism could be leveled against Reggie. leila made as soon she and Judy were What is Judy, quickly ou want!" she did devote herself to “Keep it peaking of dumb bunnie: she, “aren’t you rather specializing in them? Reggie seems to be a posi- tively perfect specimen. “I had an idea,” thrust Judy, “that you were t0o busy to notice anything | going on around you.” “I was—almost. But the bleats of that poor lamb you were sacrificing did occasionally reach my ears. Why not spare him =1 ven't an idea what you are talking about,” said Judy, with dig- “My dear, you can insult vour in- telligence, but I know it too well. Do you want your dinner ring back—or any other belongings of yours I've " said Judy lease don’t shout! I'm beginning to suspect that I'm wearing my wel- come out. Just as I was wondering if 1 might not be asked to stay longe: “Do," suggested Judy, “How you press me! About Sk dear—truly T don’t think he has an ulterior motive in him. As far as 1 could see, your exhibitlon with Reg- gie made not the sligntest impres sion on him. He may have been in love with you once, but I think you've cured him. Of course, he might have a relapse if you out and out vamped him, but I think you'd have to travel some, my dear.” e never vamped any man ally? Well, perhaps vou didn't actually vamp Reggie this afternoow. Perhaps it was love at first sight Are you really drawn to him, Judy?" “He has more to him than you sus- pect “He must have. I wouldn't suspect him of having anything. Isn't it funny how tastes vary? You can't bear the sight of Sky and I am al- ready wondering how I can bear to leave him.” “You can stay as wan Vo, I'm ned. Only three days more. to make the most of them.” There was no question but what she did. One can only wonder—as Judy did—what Bobby would have thought. “Good-bye, dear,” said Leila, come Thursday. “I know that vou are heartbroken, but you have Reg- gie—" “If you hope to catch train—" interpolated Judy. “And have my last minute Sky,” agreed Leila. “Good-bye, T've had a wonderful time.” Not until later did Judy discover that Leila had departed still wearing her dinner ring. But Leila did send that back. “I wish I might have left Sky in your keaping, t0o,” she wrote. “I'd feel quite sure I could borrow him any time I needed him. As it is, I'm afraid that some designing cat who is not above using methods you scorn will annex him now. Do let me know if there is the slightest dan- ger!” To which Judy might have replied. in all truth, that she saw nothing of Sky these days. * ¥ % x O matters stood when November slipped into its place In the cal- endar. As Sky crossed the public gardens the blue dusk was falling from a sky in which twinkled the first shy stars. There was a touch of Indian Summer in the air, a lingering hint of Summer's glamour. Even enemies might meet on such a night and forget old rancor * * * They met, Sky and Judy, outside her door. “Oh!” she gasped, as they all but collided. Then she recognized him. “I thought” sald she, were Reggie! “I have forgiven you many things,” retorted Sky in that light, suave tone she particularly detested, but I'm not sure that I can forgive you that” The Sky she had thought she knew so well would not have answered her so. Nor would she, for her part, have spoken as she now did. “I wonder,” she murmured, “if you have ever forgiven me anything. Not that I admit there was anything to forgive. “You wouldn’t,” he retorted smil- ingly. “And perhaps there wasn’t. I made an idiot of myself and you used stern measures to cure me. I'm not sure but what I should be grateful, after all” “T'm not sure whether that is a long as you going Thursday, as plan- T'll have your with dear. “that you forgetting | Now let me get some pleasure | aid | SEPTEMBER 28 o 1924 —PART 5. “MY RING!” CRIED JUDY. FORGETTING THAT SHE WAS NOT SUP- POSED TO HEAR. pretty speech or not,” Judy assured him. “But, anyhow, I'm moved to offer you a cup of tea. Unless you Lave another engagement™' @ven if 1 had the chance to re- visit the scenes of my—shall we <ay childhood—would draw me ir- resistibly.” “I suppose.” commented Judy, “you do miss Leila terribly.” “I wasn't thinking pleasantest moments elsewhere They had moved into There he relieved her of the furs that hung negligently from her slim shoulder and she, putting her hat aside, rang for tea. expect Reggie she remarked cas “I'll promise to once.” said he, and The tea things ately. “You prefer asked Judy ! cure of Leila—our were spent it any moment 1y smiled arrived tu don’t weren't you?" as if she quite Your memory wonder if you lother days 1 w as it were served?” was outrageous, but Judy would have forgiven him anything but his absolute composure, He wasn't even jealous! Reggie takes it him Slessed are the meek.” said Sky. Judy bit her lip. “I like him— enormously!” she flashed — which | would have both surprised and pleased Regg “So 1 have wish you joy?” “I wonder if you would—truly?” “Absolutely'” said he Many, many thanks.” He sct down his and ros “Must you go?" she asked “If Reggie is imminent— “That is only an excuse. we can’t be friends!” serves yvou well! T £0 remember that in < served lemon—on How does Reggie it This as 1 give it to observed. Am I to BY ING HEILIG. September 1% WO large cafes in the more spacious., shad) “American Latin Quarter’ (where the new Boulevard Raspail comes into the Boulevard Mont- parnasse) have become famous for their artistic, litera poetic and conversational activities. The Cafe of the Dome The Cafe of the Rotunda. Their handicap is that of becoming too famous. How can you read alond your latest verse or dash off (with conversation) an idea for a picture on the back of an old envelope or explain the prin- ciples of form and <olor if rough- necks and tourists listen in, all anx- ious, earnest and admiring, all around you? Recently, when the rush of out- siders slowed up temporarily, the Cri de Paris published a cartoon which set all Americans here gos- siping. A party of well known Latin Quarter Americans is seated at the “Dome.” Around high piles of saucers. representing refreshments, they say happily: Now that the crowd can work ! There is truth in it Tourists crave the carefree Latin Quarter life. They have always | heard tales of the pictures made there, the poetry written, the studies made so gayly and, especially, the bright talk over light refreshments in these cafes. Ah, to get-away from it all and to have time to talk! A, to quit sordid business life and discover that we, too, take pleasure in things of the spirit! Ah, to have a mind—and not to be ashamed of it! To talk and listen | to literary things, yet not be literary pretentiously! There are roughnecks who are writing verses. There are refugees | from business life who become known {for their “words” their wit, their table talk. Newcomers of the species listen, reverent and hopeful. Here are samples. All these say- ings have been reported from the “Dome” or the “Rotunda” in Latim Quarter notes, actually printed at va- rious dates by this or that of the three American daily papers of Paris. Among such topics are naturally the freaks seen on the cafe terraces— the men with long hair, the corset- less girl with a monocle, and the ten- dency of “art girls” to dress man- nishly. Here goes—for table talk. * k x X ‘(SERJOUSLY, Dougie, this Rotunda ~ is a nice cafe. One gets such innocent fun trying to tell the ladies from the gentlemen. One here yes- terday was all mixed up herself about it and nobody succeeded in helping her! As she veered away a walter came running and calling: ‘Made- moiselle, your cane, your cane! It's lucky, Dougie, it was not her pipe, nest ce pas?’ “Listen, Dougie, here's a true one. She blew in from Greenwich Village and, oh, my, she was going to see life! My word, if she didn't head straight " for the ‘Dome’ without a bat and_in a sort of smock—you know! When she hit the terrace those man-girls who live there gave the poor thing such a stare! She was is gone, we | diplomatic ser her house. | remove myself at | oppor- | And she was right. tween man and woman is possible only when the chance of love be- tween them is too remote to be even considered. Sky realized that “We'll always be friends,” he as- sured her. “Though, of course, as I am leaving Boston?” “Leaving Boston?" I've gone back to the idea of the he explained. “I to New York a couple of and talked it over with my father. I've just been cleaning up here. T leave Saturday——" “Then—I won't see you suppose. This is good-bye? He nodded. He jolly well would not see her again! Not for a million! “Good-bye, then,” she murmured, and offered him her hand He took it. “Good-bye." his voice determinedly light. And then. as if against her will, her es met his. Judy!” ¥Friends an over weeks ago gain, I said he, hy, he gasped, breath- thereupon without so much eave. he kissed her. twice, three times away said she. hotly, “that was the way vou kissed Leila. “I kissed Leila?" he echoed. And then he grinned. “Oh, 1 know what you mean. She told me about the yarns she sprung on you. She said you needed a jolt— “Oh, she did!" Judy broke in, om- inously. “What else did she say? “Plenty!” Sky retorted—Judy had succeeded in putting her spell on him again, but he was no longer a worm. “I have no desire to betray confidence, but she did express the high hope that vour husband would know enough to beat you when you needed it At that moment the butler inter- vened. “Mr. norously a Kissed before “I suppose.” ur- Thayer.” announced he, so- 50 disgusted with life that she took a taxi and got her hair bobbed—so that she could wear the smallest little round dud-hat in the Rue Royale! Now she's a fashion plate, all _over" “That's right Jim. If the hat right, the re i t will come, in time It is proved. my dear, by a timid little Church of England curate, who arrived at the ‘Rotunda’ in civilian clothes, which made him remarked at once. A perfect lady in a green dres: sidled up to Thais him, until the poor clerical bird just squirmed with em- barrassment. When she started to implant a sweet kiss on the man of cloth, he broke the deadly silence in his tranquil English way: ‘Oh. I say, this is getting a bit thick” Dougie, you'd a died to see the green girl fall back!” “Pardon. was is Enrico Caruso any relation to Robinson?’ “No, Robin- son Caruso was the hero of an old sea tale, published in 1719. You may still be able to procure at a li- brary.” “I'said to her: ‘Why are you wear- ing that thick veil” ‘To tell the truth,’ she answered, ‘in this tran- sparent skirt I'm really ashamed to show my face! ™ “Wha-cha writin’ poetry abou “A bully subject, those wax ladies in the windows of the department stores. What wonderful expressions! One I see had outstretched arms, as if pleading: ‘Henry, give me back my letters”” Another drops a wicked evelash, as if saving: ‘Stick around, kid, we're gonna open a bottle of paraffin”” Another——' “Pardon!" it o (QNE of the French contingent terrupts, who has been listening with breathless admiration, but not always understanding what is satd. “Pardon! Paraflin? What paraffin? “Let me explain,” says Hank. “M. Dubois, just for a supposition, take this suit of clothes I'm wearing. It cost me 300 francs: vet if I told you that it cost 950 francs, you would believe it.” “He means.” interrupts Percy, mild- 1y, “if he told you it over the tele- phone. Now, do you see?’ “Telephone? Excuse! What tele- phone?” But Big Joe is busy writin' poetry: My eses—they're brow: My shape—oh, great! My hair—it's red! i My laigs—straight, straight! “Huh!" sniffs the girl with a mono- cle, “I don't know about red-headed girls, but T had a husband once, with sun-kissed hair, and the only straight thing about him was his legs" “But I'll say they're all Wrong.” “What's wrong, George?' “Shirts! 1 came over here with 12 shirts and three mighties. Every time I send shirts to the Paris laun- dry, somebody takes off 10 per cent for expenses! T went to a store that advertised shirts a specialty and ask- ed for No. 15. The clerk brought out a No. 38. But I don’t want a night- shirt! I said. The rear tail touched the ground and the front tail reach- ed below my knees. I tucked them in and went to meet my wife. “‘John,’ she said, ‘you've been drinking. You are positively fat!' “‘Mary,” I sald, ‘you are mistaken. It's the shirtf"™ I tell of this Latin Quarter furore, in- “Tell him,” not at home The butler bowed and withdrew SKy opened his arms. “Come home,” he suggested. “You said ere cured.” temporized. do I know aren’t?” This Sky most properly ignored. “Are you coming—or shall I come and get you?" “Come.” suggested Judy, poised for flight, “and get me!” The tea things all but crashed, but he got her. And held her as if he feared she might yvet try to escape him. But she didn't. Indeed “I—I think Leila was right.” confessed, presently. “You won't let | me walk all over you, ever again will you, Sky? I—I don't like it my sel said she, “that I'm— you “How she you she ‘m prepared to beat you twice a day if necessary,” he assured her, and there was a note in his voice | that thrilled her deliciously. * * T midnight, that night, Livingston Ames Stewart came to Sky's and accepted his invitation to | door enter. i ‘Good Lord:" |he glimpsed Stewart's expres | “What's happened, old man?" | “Angela—Miss Sweet—has refused {me.” announced Stewart tragically | “I loaned ‘her various books, as vou | suggested, and she seemed so inter- | ested that I was encouraged to sug- gest marriage. I told her that though I realized some men t not find her attractive, I believed that | considering her genetic worth, I— | “My aunt's seven cats,” groaned | Sky. “What did she say?" | { “She hurled the books at me.” re- plicd Stewart miserably | “I don’t wonder,” thought Sky. But| as Stewart needed sym h he tried |to give it. “Well, there are other | potential ‘mothers’ of great men,| | aren't there>” { | But it is Angela that I want:”| cried Stewart. gasped Sky n al- because it is one of the foremost American features of Paris. A notable particularity (and here we seg American common sense) is that the Rotunda cafe maintains a | continuous art salon on its walls Everywhere hang color studies, wketches touched with color, finished watercolors and full oil pain which visitors can “pick up” for c cheap as 100 francs (about with frame—and often worth more. These draw ‘“the greater ILatin Quarter crowd.” from Harrisburg, St Joseph and Tacoma. They feel at home in the atmosphere—the Latin Quarter, yet they understand the lan- guage! Hundreds buy from painters who had never seen an art dealer. Now they catch the spirit of it. They have joined the lodge. We are all Latin Quarter guys together! o Q0. an American of greater Paris, famous for this life of pleasure—I refer to Florence O'Neill—who goes everywhere, knows everyone, sums up the “Dome” and the “Rotunda,” as follow | “You See every eccentricity.” says Florence, “but, always, there is a ve- neer of culture. They come, some prepared and many unprepared— | there are tough citizens who get a taste for it. and will not quit! The ‘real’ crowd is swamped by these nondescripts, who crave for higher thing: “It is the Latin Quarter influence,” he concludes. “And here is the best part of it. Hundreds of honest lads who despised ‘grind’ at college, and ay hundreds more, who never went to college, have the Latin Quarter | bug and think that art and poetry are fine!” Paris looks on, complaisant Paris finds it natural. That's what the Latin Quarter's for, n'est-ce pas? —to sweeten the rude citizen to things of the spirit? Meanwhile the girl with the mono- cle speaks earnestly: “The United States is going to bar the making of dandelion wine in the home,” she says, “but if the dande- lions were arrested and locked up, then wicked people could not turn them into wine. Let the dandelion detectives get on the job, and pick the vellow criminals as fast as they show their heads!” “Huh-huh! when I came over on the boat, a man caught readin’ an old champagne advertisement was dou- ble-ironed. 1If caught talking about mint-juleps, You got nine lashes. An old brother with Martinis in a flas got keelhauled. And if any devil was seen pouring down straight gin, they hung him from the yard-arm!” All the while, Hank writes. Hank, you understand, is hard-boiled; but his thoughts are gentle. Like this: “I will keep this little dream Different from the rest All of 8, morning, 1 will Like o robin's mest. . . . But there are men, of course, to whom nothing is sacred. The “Dome’ is frequented by a trio from the West, who l1ap up art in gulps, but still brag about home. “... A trip T made up north of Jackson Hole, last Fall." the voice ash $5). lot as ild it | why | verse, | to Dubois, “What?" gasped you want her—romantical “Yes. She—! you that she has rarely beautiful eyes? “No.” said SKky, truthfully. “Bu in thunder didn't you tell her Sky. “You mea er no s0 “Tell her so er dream— “Look here,” interrupted Sky. “You listen to me. I'm a magna cum lauds man on this subject. Yo nded in the ditch. All right—go into ti reverse. Can Macdougal. Write i sonnet Angela. Bless her s eyebrows, but damn r intell genc “But she ha respect it—" “Keep it dark! Spring on her—something with lop to it. Tell her that limpid eve of hers ma Macdougal, signal red, it sends quiv- ers up and down vour spir Teil her that she is beautiful but false and that you're going to get drunk nd forget her——" She'd be insulted! She'd nev speak to me She'd——" “You mear the first th 1 kn You a wedding pre And so it befell u bought i * echoed Judy. Stewart. I'm sendir foot shelf of Robert Chambers' Most appropriate. For you sec grinned—"the Chambers stuff did f Why—w I'd nev to a fine mind! I really a new lin a real wal- though that according to corr. “that nt wedding For wh & him | him what Macdougal did for me Thereupon he tail just what he had done “You think youre awful smar don't you?" demanded Judy when he finished, but her tone gave him no reason for taking umbrage. To the contrary, he ained com- placent “Well," said he, drawing closer, “I certainly learned something abou women from you! (Copsright explained in full de- 1921 mericans in the Latin Quarter Talk Nonsense at Popular Cafe four hunks o' lead i fore you could say ( President. . . ." i qu'm' josh e I'm telir M. Dubois about the knuckl snake. About vears ago, while travelin’ in Texas, I sneaked up be hind one, with a club, and broke into about 11 pieces. Each one ran and hid “All listen here! I've some cash. Now. this paper. Hiram Old and George Francis Weakly, general agents for World wide Insurance, advertise under the firm style of ‘Old & Weakley. I you think they would be interested in the purchase of monkey zlands “My goodness, bo! Don’t make that sacrifice!” All talk at once now. Tt is growing late. Piles of saucers on the tables stand like monumental pillars. Each saucer serves as “marker” for “dead one,” to be ultimately paid for Yew hear Knucklesnake Pete’s new dashed off about the flirting fiy. who, it seems, met a flea: “A iy met a flea in a fine Said the flea to the fly Said the fly to the flea So, they flew through a flaw hide be alvin Coolidge, got ake is a Nashvil ‘How-de-do; ‘Lot us flee!” n the flue." “Magnifique!” exclaims French Du bois, “but. excuse. pi is it not” The flee fly and the flee, but who flew? I see him not...."” A voung lady writer says severely “Why make such fuss about it? Once it's done, it's done. ¥ou can’t.undo it!’ “I have no patience.” vith people who can't let go of things. Let it go! Never do we re cover the same thing we lose, or get rid of the same thing we find. 1 hope it is clear, now, M. Dubois?" While Hank continues writin’ lines which some say are not his, but a young ladi “Yet, for reasons of my own, (And let them saeer their I will keep this little dresm Different from the rest!™ You will say it's different, won't you? she says, best!) What's in Smoke. VERY time a ton of coal is burned in the family furnace seventeen tons of gas g0 up the chimney, six- teen of which are the gases of the atmosphere, either free or in combi nation with the elements of which the coal is formed. A little more than twelve tons are of nitrogen, which goes through the fire unchanged. Nearly four tons of oxygen are needed to burn the coal and this oxygen goes up the flue as carbon dioxide, |eulphur dioxide and water vapor. Most. of the coal, 1,500 pounds or so, also goes up the chimney, principally as carbon dioxide, less than one part in a hundred forming smoke. Garden Curiosities. HE latest addition to this season's garden freuks was found by Ar- thur C. Miller of Auburn, N. Y., when jin digging potatoes he found one spud affectionately wrapped around the end of & horse bit. drones. “I was prowling around without seeing anything, and all of a sudden up jumps the doggondest big- gest elk I ever did see! I pumped usual specimen in his garden is a squash vine which has produced two squashes, one of the greem variety, the other yellow, Another un- |