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The Evening World®s j | The udlished py the Press Pod! Entered at the Post-Ofice a g Company, No. Tork as men’ regarded by its ts with surprise and dis- } an pleast Men, however, have long been given tacit permission. to. make themselves at home in the ‘ladies’ ’” room. s is reasonable, as it gives families a chance to remain to- single men, during the rush hours, coolly invade the But when gether. room which belongs properly to the women and seat themselves In com- placent rows, forcing women to stand, it looks like the apotheosis of the hog. The ferry company has signs up forbidding this practice; the signs do'no good. If the company instructed its employees to wear heavy boots and to administer local treatment to men found occupying women’s seats when women had to stand, they might be able to drive the mean- ing of those Signs through the thick hides of these ferry hogs. Chinatown, according to ex-Police Commissioner McAdoo, ts-“zn ulcer spot on the face of the city.” It is “Inhabited by Chinese parasites who fatten on thelr unfortunate countrymen, a few degraded white women and degenerate white men. If the top Chinamen, their white confederates and the landlords were not making a great deal of money out of tt Chinatown would not last a week.” The bill of particulars against Chinatown !s full and comprehensive. It must go. “WEAK ON ENGLISH.” A Harvard professor says that many of the students who apply for admission at the university are weak on English and 30 per cent. fail utterly, But just what is it to be “weak on English?” Is Devery in that} class? His English would hardly pass muster at college. Is Comptroller Metz weak on English when he talks of “rubber stamps,” “gold bricks,” “come-ons” and “the goods?” A professor’s blue pencil would find oc- Cupation with a Metz interview. If a writer splits his infinitives or indulges in any one of the score of improprieties and solecisms of speech which Prof. Lounsbury has re- cently shown to be supported by the authority of the best authors, is that to be weak on English? When Dr. Johnson sald of the play that it “had not wit enough to keep It sweet,” and revised his judgment to read, “Tt has not vitality enough to preserve it from putrefaction,” which was| the stronger phrase and which the weaker? In writing the style is the man, of course. The closer a writer sticks | to his native English and the less he imitates the more forceful he is likely | to be. Does not the blame for weak English lie largely with teachers | who do too little to encourage individuality in composition and too much to mould English into accepted and conventional grooves? By this prac- | tice strength is sacrificed to uniformity and mediocrity fostered by in-| sistence on unvarying standards, SECEREEELABEREEAEAAEAEEEREEEEEEEEEBAAAEREEEE SEEKERS HEEAEDAEEEEDEEEEEEEREESELEAAEREEEA EEE EEAEEAREREASL LEE EEEADAEEREERE SEEAEEEEEERAAEEEEEOREEREEALERENEAL) PAESERSEAEEMEL OER AEEAEMEEEEOEEOENO SE SSEEMOASEEEEEM lover Mar, he called iney made No dew | went into the house, ed the horses to t SYN! CHAPTERS. Pete Prous ms © Mas, estranged | Stables, where three or four grooms at once yol Tne ‘period tn 1808, wh French novise | unteered to rub them down, In eagerness to pump the F a their guardian. But before the feliows had had time to get much out of me came Jean Marchand I fol- all unrecognizing, to eummon me indoors. | lowed him in delight. partly for curiosity, because it had seemed to me when th y t never see him Je ed me Into the w s coun . Where monsieur stood alone, 7 sed at the sight of me, lackey came for me." I safd. “Look, mon- t's where we shut up Lucas,” ed hastily, for I knew the step in the cor th served CHAPTER XXIX. The Two Dukes. ntinued.) (Copyright jhe came, big and calm 4 tion ne may have felt at n ’s arrival uot only buried, but with a flower-bed blooming it WOULD we could stc Rosny He greeted his guest with all the cc AY sighed. “It would suit of an unruffled conscience and a the prisoner than to for But | heart. Not ti ~e fell on me did he Paris is not ripe for u: aay ¢ now my plan— | ai sign of ta send to Villerol, I belleve he could manngo| “What, y “Your servant bro; said for me. ‘I understood that one of your gentlemen had me with you I sent for him, deeming his pres- se might conduce to your ease, M. de St, Quen- j tin.” “T , the thing.” .” monsieur said politely, am at my ease, M. de Mayenne,” my lord i} 1 \ A ered, with every appenrance of truth, “You [ial aye Hie \ 0, Felix." baton itn you must adz oald Mayenne, “Since he ts here he may {wii tial "yy 2 as well as another.” | |) , norcould } a sign to I began to He serves the pu wi ores W said, smil camp of eant to play fatr. ned ad. MM. de Mayenne, my er ve come to join the League out, . M. de M u to join the horseflesh.” yW aS well as we do tha back him, gazing “I am not there y tered, nor {s the Is augue It will get tts coup de grace he king goes to mass."" faye of both. Then ‘One permits the inso Monsieur sprang up, nday, whe: b Quentin, when I am in such case that nothing remains to and he, too, laughed. me but to fall on my sword or to kneel to Henr : be d I shall ol to Henry. Till then 08, a game,” poke for the firs n it, then. We have the patience to walt My Lord M and took tr you, monsfeur, Be assu in your turn. that this_m bu t when you do coma on y knees to His y the axe. nd or two at ec Whether 1 his eyebrows at him, pained by venture to be | tH} i HAY un My | DAA made quiet answer, But vt once the quick flush pa Mayenne sat as he was, in 80) My duke made a stop r , It Was no o} Home Magazine, Tuesday Evening, Mey ee OSs: A Priceless Jewel. By Maurice Ketten. LET ME SHow You MY JEWEL. CAN You BEAT THAT ? vaosdS ay any IO NUMN 2D \GAEKMAR OF THE SE DODA > SE WIC IC YOON HOC DOOOOC Marie { | | ean Hi} (pq AAMT TEA | | SAY OH UeEM EHDA Nill | VTi | 4 Monsieur sprang up, hls hand on hls sword oa laugh ie “Impossible. Mayenne ylences of the court Jeste: } h h an.wbis sword oned. I rely not on his timidity, but on his ed from his face, | idgment.” “You talwe a great deal mpon yourself in sup- posing that I wanted your death on Tuesday and t lowering ‘do not want it on it him, and] “The king is three days nearer the true faith ess, jthan on ‘Tues His party is three days recifidance | stronger, On Tuesday 1t would have been a blun- norning. There 1 Bas-i der to kill me; on Friday {t 1s three days worse I know that my course a blunde sive to you—your nephew proved/ “But not less apleasure. I have had something | M e h: uddenly she also that you do not care toj| of the k n mind eyer since your master killed tO} ht will never go back to him th me operf) t 1 have not| my brothe: ur method] “You } uld profit by that murderer's exper!- Tam popular just | ence be on take a leaf from his book, M. de re by B sall discuss m now “But to my h “I might do much t on you if that {s all you h “We have hardly opened the subjent, M Mayenne"—— “I have no w Monsieur. h than my heir.” ‘0 maid of mine shall ever marry a Royalist. “7 swore no son of mine should ever marry 4| Leagyer, but I hav ways, as you will see yours, Mayenne. you to choose where among the king's forces you will marry mademo! A vague uneasin own a fear, crept into Mayenne’s eyes. the face before him, a face of gay sald at length, not quite confidently hims M 8. Mord “You speak sooth.” "In your hotel”—— eager kinsman, cannot follow her." | looked about, stinctlye {dea of seeking a weapon, of summoning | “No. Mayenne his sold! ‘Ny God's throne, you shall tell me where!” “With pleasure. She {s at St. Denis.”” Mayenne cried helplessly, as numbed under a blow: | nuskily, Belin and my ve put him there. de May ey. you care if he h love to your ward.” do you deny it?’ the loy in M “If he choose.” sieur sat down again, with the alr of onc 1 it! ing for an amiable discussion of os ged with the murder of one Pontou, 1 loses do cir.” “You speak with a confidence, St. Quent | all not torture you. I never meant to tore “Why, to be sure.” |ture Mar, rest Was not my work. Since [ yenne jumped heavily to his feet. |} Was done, 1 meant to profit by {t to keep him “What mean you?" “J mean that mademolselle’s marrying !s 1n my| my cousin otherwise in heat of passinn, Where 1s your ward, M. de Mayenne?” feul ers, “St Dents! “How came she there? | suppose she never walked two streets in her life before, has she, M, de Mayenne? to St. Denis through the dark to knock at my door at 1 in the morning.” Mayenne seized monsieur’s wrist. “She is safe, St, Quentin? “Ag safe, monsieur, as the king's protection can make her.” “Pardieu! “She 1s at my lodgggs, in the care of the sad- | dler's wife who lets them. charge—I have no doubt of him.” “You answer for her mifety?" Mayenne cried his char Of course he did not commit it, n of Oddities in Picture and Story. A Group HIS baby hip- popotamus worth $4,000 bee | Ho has just Ever sinoe his capture has been the pet o. hundreds af chil- dren and haa been of honor’ at several garden parties. He lives entirely on milk, of which his datly al- Jowunce ts ten gal- lons. He ta alx montha old. Few lawyers Great tn Britain make more than $80,000 a year, but 3 Mathews, is believed to have give auch, ? Paris 1 of it. and have The Barots!, natives not go tn for the Marce! corne or other Part motes of wear- the hatr, aj they are quite A careful about hair- dressing as any York eotress. Thi pioture shows a Zambos! belle whose hatr {s the envy of her tribesmen. It {s ¢rawn back from |° the forehead, s fened by tar and oll and worn in a four foot peak strateh the air. The very striking lance, but ¢ Zamt sian fashior j losing You have put ertha It ‘the Bas y Paul, wh tm you e can get him out if he means it!’* i. His real offense ou put yourself 1, to make but the offense of it. Palpably. c ose of the la much worse tha better than bestow my time |r h to carry it further.” king's ranks afford no b t tter | less It Mons was eur @ come to see the error of my possible to t It fs for! went on: You can, of cor i dus 1 Jus, kill us; but you must answ ple of Paris.” durance. torture for it to the peo= lle.” a fear which he woul He st yenne silent, drumm challenge, and of the table, Finally he said ro’ : words were dragged from him ag: ei Whey: d not on the edga as if the his will: I thraateneg But I I shall not kill him.” awhile out of my way—only that. | shall not torture him. “Monsteur”—— “I put a card fn your hand," Mayenne sald curtly. His pride {ll brooked to concede the In a place whither you! point, but he could not have !t supposed that he did not see what he was doing. “I give you a | card. Do what you can with it.” “Monsieur, you show what little surprises me— It 1s to that generosity I Have you found her?” as {f with some in- | knightly generosity. | appeal.” "Ts the horse of that color? But now you were frightening my prudence.” “Ah, but how fortunate the man to whom gen- ! erosity and prudence point the same path!” It may have been but pretense, this smiting hbonhomie of monsieur’s, Mayenne dovbthess gauged it as such, but, at any rate, he suffered ft to Warm him. He regained of a enéden all the amlability with which he had greeted bis guest. Smiling and calm he answered: “St. Quentin, I care little for either your threats or your cajoleries, They amuse mé alte, and move me not. But I have @ care for my sweet cousin. Since you threaten me with her danger you have the whiphand ” Now {t was monsfeur's turn to stt discreetly silent, waiting. “T went last night to tet the chfld I would not harm her lover, Lo! she had flown, I had a regiment searching Paris for her. I was in the i But how’-— On foot, every step. I But she tramped | She ts safe?” Is she with the king?” I left a stanch mafi in He was breath coming short. Wout 18, I had more same in| Mayenne. Henry of Valois gained aslngularly | flushed, the velns in his forehead corded. is 2 . it onsieur. I quite understood ing than have met when he slew Guise to make you head of the “When she camo last night it happened that) streets myself till dawn, is th } shall never leave You have a gr 4 the king was there,” monsieur went on. “Her| “Monsieur, she made her way to us at St. Dents : wh M nne; I delleve Mayenne started, and then Jaughed to show his| loveliness and her misery moved him to the/to offer herself to our torture did you torture Syarpultserd beats 1 thought my dul ng a great| scorn of the flattery, But I think he was, all the| heart.” Mar.” B § n udence, But, said, he had) same, half pleased. none the less because he knew| “Thousand thunders of heayan! You, with | (To Be Continued.) i Mast M » returned, with|it to be flattery, He said unexpectedly: your son, shall be hostnges for her safe return.” eT on ee t a fe monsieur, and com 1 |} “Your son comes honestly by his unbound “Tho king,” monsteur went on, as immoyably mitts Maxquerader,) by Katherine Sects i aig noire You may find me, St. Quentin, less timid than | tongue.” sa Mayenne himself athis best, “with that warm | Thurston, Auihot ot ViMarre,” on May ta te { mt as !f he repented | you supposs” “Ah, my son! Now that you mention ttm, wel heart of his pitying beauty in’ distress, 1s eager The Evening World,

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