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LLL oe scuatam The Evening Worid’s Daily Magazine; Friday, August 9, ‘Boarding House Fable By Joseph A. Flynn. upstaira last night?’ I inquired of; and whenever you hear a Mary Ann over thirty making a. crack it right down under your ear that she would, with both feet always splasti by like an iceberg when we ‘course, It's none of my buainess, but if you'd take my advice you'd have nothing to do with him!” E ( “Pettigrew's a decent fellow,” sald Mr. Jarr. {What have you got against him’ “T haven't anyth! against him,” replied Mre. Jarr, * you are alway Ea up with wome Tom, Dick or Harry and getting enthpatastic about them | "t you eee they ars only working you? “I don't see how Pettigrew can work me,” sald Mr. Jarr, “Why, he’— “I suppose you'll be a big softy all your life, in aplte of everything I can Go or say!" sald Mrs, Jarr, ‘You won't take my advice, and what 1s the con-| Bequencer’ 5 | “Well, what ta the consequence?’ asked Mr. Jarr. “You'll find out when it Js too Inte," sald Mrs, Jarr, vaguely. “Then, tt © much as say I warned you, all the thanks I will get Js that you will stare abusing me!” | “I'm not gr4og to have any business dealings with Petticrew,”, sald Mr. Jarr. @rf chat’s what's worrying you.’ é ‘That's what you said about other men I advised you to have nothihg: to flo with,” sald Mrs. Jarr, “I don't know why ft is, but you never would Meter | to me. When ['ve tried to advise you for your own good you wan't listen to fe. But any so-called friend gf yours can make you believe the moon 1s made Of green cheese! fi G o “Oh, everybody t pretty rood to me,” sald Mr, Jarr, “Of course I have to favora for people because @ lot of people a favors for me, and turn about ls play, you know.” B - “I'd ike you to mention some one that repald you,” sald Mrs. Jarr. “You ‘ Fend your money to anybody that comes along and tells you a story to win Beur sympathy; ‘and yet you growl if I ask you for a couple of dollars. You Fun around at all hours of the day and night recommending all sorts of people, Bnd yet you wouldn’t turn your hand to do anything for your own people!’ “I suppose you mean I. won't try to get a job for your brother?” said 3M Barr testily, “Weil, I won't. What did he do when I got him tho last position “Te waan't congenial,” said Mra. Jarr. “You wouldn't want to work in a (lace that wasn't congenial to you. Besides, he eaid that he saw they Im- posed on him because he was a now man and wanted him to work day and Bight. T don't blame him!" “Well, don't blame me, then,” sald Mr, Jar. “I'm all right. I'm doing the Dest I can.” D “I know thet man Petticraw ts up to something,” sald Mrs. Jarr, reverting “fo her first suspicions. “I could sce ‘him put his hand on your shoulder. He'al too sweet to be wholesome. You'll find him out, ke you've found out ether ppeople!™ ; |) “I'm af’ easy mark, am IT’ asked Mr. Jarr. “{ whould say yoc were!” said Mrs. Jarr scornfully. “Anybody can work youl I never saw such aman. You should-hare your eye teeth out—by_this | time, When I think of all the things you have done for other people and what Bittle thanks you got for It It makee mo bolling mad “Oh, it will be all right, don't worry,” eald Mr, Jarr soothingly. “That's what you always say,” replied Mrs. Jarr, “You won't trust or believe in people you should. But any stranger can come along and impose on you. f ts this Pettigrew? What do you know about ‘him? What ts he up to?” ‘Well, {€ you must know," said Mr, Jarr. “I have a chance to make a {ttle money, a good bit of money {I only bad the capital to spare. I was speaking about {t to Pettigrew and he told me ho'd be giad to lend me the money, that’s all. Pretty decent of him, I think. ° ) “On.” sald Mrs. Jarr. “Is that so? How much will he lend your” | “As much as T want, or rather as much as I need,” sald Mr. Jerr. + “Get a lot from him,” said Mra, Jarr. “I'd itke to have a whole ot of @hinga Ge: as much as you can from him and let me have part of ft. Then | $¢ the business matter doean’t como out right, you can way you lost {t, and what | gan he do?’ a “Phat would hanlly be falr, would ¢t?’ asked Mr. Jarr, + ef don't wee why,” said Mra. Jarr, “I wouldn't trust that Pettigrew. I don't fink he'd be above it.” “Well, I wouldn't care to’ do that, anyway!" said Mr. Jarr, “Ot course you wouldn't," said Mra, Jarr. |‘¥ou never would take my ad- Wice, 2nd how do you know the man's honest?’ 4] BAW you coming tome with that man, Pottigrew,” eld Mra. Jarr. “Of ) re \: Surprised by a Soul-Kiss: By Walter A. Sinclair. Ome. Vesta Lo Viesta says that she exchanges soul-kieses with her affinity, who ts bm the pianet Neptyne.—Item.) Up above the world so high, Where the warm soul-kinses fly. Vesta's vista, vivid, vast, has them all On the sea of blue and cloud Bmacks are sailing, long and loud, While above the uproar—hark! ‘Tia the Dog Star's honest bark. Tear twinkle, little stars, Neptune, Venus, Saturn, Mars, hooting past. Yummy-yummy! star to star, even though the way be far, Kisses through the azure blue speed. Perhaps there's one for you Winging from those starlit skies. Raise your head and shut your eyes, Hold your mouth or Cupid's bow tT Te Me to HES Ha! I see a comet's track Heading straight this way. (Kersmack!) On the leve!, on the square, 'twas;right out of empty air. Blame the luck! Oh, Jealousy! Just to think! In front of me Some mean rival on some star copped a kiss off from afar, . Right before my very eyes! \ HAT was tho troub the chambermaid, standing with her arms skimbo, and gazing at me in a Why, that ten-twenty-and-thirty the third floor got a whistle as a spear-carrier In some | What do you think of a slice like tha e-Awake Mike on the job all] uh Lud, the Duke Ix here’ {nto} Blue- night, trying to. rivet her Double-A Think in two bite and’ pike her off in a s r two loft pedals, Ping-Pong Molite, Molile Is Swag: nd never has any trouble get- | Factory, and the only thing She's Daffy Doilla on} who owns the Ing Lizzie on “Between her and ace {a KOing nool ubway on a rair . but she has no Th pund fa the nalis {n- her new rags, dnd when she's got all her happy patches on she looks w other nalf of her bed, “1 pans In the | Ung, her clothes chopped’ o keeps her ‘on the & “She punches the keys downtown & And when the heels of bh dowrplunkety-plunk on the floor, you'd thiuk yc a. gets away with t You, hear her Qné-thirey fy ed in a boller factory. “Bho holds (he ple arnund here for josh, and every Sat arith | more Four-Pets, She: { down the front rioop:F | Is,| and does the How-Much act all aftecsoon | ngers and Talk Throwers. 7 “Bhe's always beefing (hat she'd just Iike to sce the John who'd manage her, lay afternoon, her little Ver in har fst, ‘ahe sails day a vx for the ¢ things. her warble you'd think a © making an awful’ play comparioa-wero breaklox thelr necks to Ket her face In the pap “Ping-Pong otmé near landing a guy last year, lasses on « Long Drink of Water that bunked up Inthe garret. (they'd skip away with a bang, make ap awful plunge on two sodas, handful of toothpicks and oyster crackers, home-run about being up fo Paul's and putting away a tWwelve-dollar feed ome kind of a cteer about being.‘out to ‘lunch Ver she blew, in here for a meal it was « case wa she eats the Moon every ! one around (ie House that, sy “Annie, rakes a| Was Just nutty to lead her to the altar, but I don't see him here any mor nxtaux to Ret married," I ventured: to. remark. Qs she sized up a new Jumper gown She'd marry the broom," “She wan always banding out 5 to-day,’ but wh with the 5 ot Mek the pla Lk faybe rhe ixn't “Anxious to get ne “Teas, how'd you ever get your hatrcthe rlgat from a Jap lke bef, oh? at-Child-on-the-Block for looks, or I but thia golden mop of mine graw J think she| and it don't Ko to sleep on the back of a cialr every niaht, along with other ell, I wat never Dho-Pretti mily, the -money-burn my-dums tn ¢ to. change her name, She waa sugar and mo- 1907. BEAUTY DAYS. Miss Ayer’s ie: “At Homes” Every Tuesday, 2 to 4 P. M. For Evening World Readers Who Wish to Consult, Her. and then blow fike a waole Jot rrici on one of the fair roomers, “You don't know her: | PISTLES OF ANANIAS AW-BUBBLES! WHY BE A SLAVE TO YOUR WIFE? COME ALONG To THE RACES —MY WIFES OUT OF TOWN- ‘SEA ROBBER! Just Imagine my surprise. Naught to do but send It back. Face up! Eyes shut! There! (Kersmack!) ON SEA ROBBER. 1 F.G. Long PuT_YouR MONEY \ (TRY 17; SEA ROBBER AM A CINCH! «<b Under poe in their passage. O Heaven! Why have (@y Permission of George Munro's Bona.) | you Hved like this? Why have you been lost to me, if you were dead to all a RS. |the world beside?” SYNoPsin OF PRECEDING CHAPTE! Bartle Cecil, officer in a crack pritish feet |i. ’ ’ iain fe 4 wueescettat ay as | Twixt Life and Death. Tpinher athe, pnd, i the |. They were the words that hia stater ; Afrique. Hel lnad spoken. Cecil's white lips quivercd Nfanay acrideats Alege ot 9 1 hem his voice was scarce: Sfiaghem (known ae a Seerepar), |ly audible aa it panted through them. ohne eullty. % gah iy SEs telivw soldiers: “T was accused peconiea A COr | “Ay! But by whom? Mot by mé? cal eMbcin oe cmtenarey. | Never by met Be nie from cial Jo mil Gidarcite | Cecl's eves led with alow, blinding Mitul peccontric reximental te | tears; tears sweet as a woman's in her nf eis furious at bearing him tpn |foy; bitter ae @ man's in his as ungexed bY camp Iife, “Tbe Seraph,” agony 4 Set te alter the Corona. comnes | tro) knew that In thls one heart at leas Gest tte no base suspicion ever had harbore Sten Gdrona’_recognl se cachet |he knew that this love, at least, had ' ae cher, hse © ith once Se cleaved to him through all shame, and Jane, tis, identity. agatnat all evil. Corona and je strikes him. pei ourtmartil orders Cue get God reward you," he murmured. jxareti secures & Tepriorot where the ex:| ‘You have never dbubted? Ber Jone Ti occur, Cecil 1s about to de shot |, pewtlon. |s t2 occur, ines him. “Doubted? Was your honor not as | BETA geson retien ea Doubin " “T can dle at peace, thens you know » CHAPTER XVI. mp_ gulltiess'’—— (Continued.) > “Death shall not touch you. “As 1 v. jtand here, net heir of your hea Tlie Execution. Shall’ be harmed"— HOCIL/S. heed Was sunk on his! “Hush! Juatice must take tte course. only~has she heard?’ cheat; he never. spoke, he never | ONS THIS, O's has left Africa, But moved; he knew the hetpiess,| you can be saved; cA Pious! in saved; ean misery tliat’ «waited for | they do not know what | "Yea! They pit follow sentence {ene who .found him living . only| ¥¢ ¥p%' Det notireecettinrnle as to find him also standing beside} beet thus,” this open gtave. He saw nothing; he| ‘Best!—that you should be slaughtered | aply <elt the crushing force of his| in cold blood!" His vole was honrse p with. the horror which, despite hia {Grlend’s arma Mung round “him, aa} words, poayeaiad him. Ho knew what i hough seizing him to learn whether he| the demands of discipline exucted, he “were « living man or a spectre dreamed | knew what thm Inexorablo tryanny of $f in delirium. the army enforced, he knew that he e ..| had found the lige lost to tim forsee “Who are you? ‘Answer me, for pity's | jon only to stand by and and isco LT ell "Oca eyes locked “at hon with 's eyes loo! mm a As the swift, hoarse, incredulous) | Ceci eyes looked, af nim vith 8 qwords poured In his ear he, not seck-| the patience, and all the mo¢tyrdom of | Ing to unloose the other's hold, lifted | his life poke, Bis head and looked full in the eyes| yy ” bene had not met his own for teelve]| 1 ftave Loved jter ! YGong years. In that one look all was| ‘Best because 4 lie I could never Seitered; the strained, eager, doubting | 9Petk to you, and the trath T can never ayes that read thelr mhewer In it needed | /la.t° you, De, not Paavo toved ier: ; Bo other, that is Hike all the nest. Give * “You live stil! Ob, thank God—| 2° our hen once more, and then—let nk “dod’ If they wend thetr shots | fm, wl soon be ns TE al elaeid re eee me Two F lags. «De hands closed upon both htt own,’ ke mise made so long bi the old yeara gone; great tearless sobs | your » depths of his broad che: Weary words bad rent [hour's reprieve—a few moments’ to speak to your chiefs, to »e| impossible, Monselgneur,”” wer wus inflexthle; ayainst the sentence and Its execution | there could be no appeal. Seraph's Defiance. friend's shoulders, A “It wit be useless, ~~ he mrarmuted: “Let them act; the quicker the better,” T oan look on and powerless here: he knew that he coul No more stay this doom of death than | y the rising of the wun ap | volce of the officer in command rang eattiy—through the stiliness: “Monseigneur, can walt no longer,” The Seraph started, and flung himself round with the grand challenge of a ake your farewell. nes you dle?” to Heaven y: known I lved"— made a gesture to the guard to separate them, “Monselanet of the law, or Lyonnesse flun of the guard an. his agonized eyos Ifo} adjutant’ fou had never id crifnson; his words were choked in his throb! ir, submit to the execution 1 must arrest you. off the detaining hand round #0 that close Into the immovable tace, which Give me only an fore that gaze lost Its coldness and its you.” VINGENTS ® ADVICE 7 LOVERS of both! his parents in order that his marriage be not liable to annulment. I you shall not fire! wear by my honor and the honor of England that he ls of my ord I will appeal to’ your the instant I ask !t, WHEN IN DOUBT, DON’T WRITE on of love letters. At this time of who han flirted with some casual youth at seashore or mountain resort alta: down and poura out her soul to him on paper, in n sultry minute than she would write in @ whole winter of correspondence. The only safe rule to follow in this matter of love letters to summer men ia to think three times and then the pen out of the window, Very’ often gitla write allly loye letters using some 1 or the latest play, Just because the words they mean to make a confession of love. If you must tell the man how moh you love him, wait ti! you see him, or It he 1s a long way off that may cost you money, but you'll pay leas than an indlscreet letter might be worth to you in year tho strt burning phrase, from the latest nov have caught thelr fancy, at least call him up on the telephone. ‘Dhis 1s thé best rule to follow about letters: When tn doubt, don’t write, Must He Be Twenty-One? AM not yet twenty-one and am love with s girl who ts of age (that {o, over elghteen), fmend'a sid without running the chance of hay STEAD RU ACO eel SR SENN 2 oT EON OUT Fe HIS enc fen CC SUEY C1) WYSE eS ne aE CS ing our marriage annulled, if only one of my parents can be married with only one parent's consent, which one would it be beat to procure?’ I-feal-certain Tvcan gat tut one to consent. Can we be mar, < & male mntvor must. have ‘the conse demned to perjsh there. “An hour’ grant that “I have said, ft In tinposaible.” “But you do not dream who {s"— Mito matters “ant! “He ja an Engfsh noble, I tell you"—— “He is a soldier who has broken the lew: that suMces*! ee “O Heaven! have you no humanity?” “We have justice.” “Jumtice! If you have justice, let your let hia name be me an hour’ to plead for him. Your Emperor would grant me his life, were he here; yield me an hour—a half nour—anything that Will give me time to serve him’— out of the question; obey my orders. I) regret you should is pain; but tf you do not cease to Interfere my soldiers chiefs hear hia. story made known; stv Tt have thi wonld strongly advise while, and win the connent of both your parents, You will be the happid: for !t, Byen walt for that magic axe, twenty-one, if necessary, went will no doubt arrive with It Her Mother Objects. Dear Betry) HAVE met a young man who leeds me ty belleve that he cares for me. But my mother forbids me with any! yonng man, I care a lot about him and would have a hard time for- getting him. Pleaso toll me what to do. I have been out to places of amuse- ment with him twice mother’s consent. You cannot be happy If you go with- out your mother's consent, ought not to ask you to do no, vise you to tell your mother just how Tf the man-ts not personally objectionable {n any way and your mother is at all reasenablor you feel in-the matter, By Ouida ee rigor, and changed to a great pity for| this stranger who had found the friend | and heard, of hia youth in the man who stood con- guards held him, His voice ros ength and directness: “You Are a Madman!’ friend, do not jake of our cont reprieve; for mercy plead for me. nmon country and ef tus both meet this with “You are a madman when! feast cried the man, breaking under thie | vert nor share. fore my eyest—you think I sha by to neo you murdered? have you done? meee being moved under as the men of your race aver ‘nc Ah, God! why, have you lived ag you have trusted ‘my u had believed What crimo I dare pwear, Insult, to act faith and my hove? I¢ y fuith as I belleved in this misery never hai (To Be Continued.) mothers are—she Why not arrange for him to neet your mother at your home? A Vacation Meeting. HILE on my vacation I met a very nico young man; also hie parents, They were kind to me and asked me to call and spend @ day or whenever I was In that town again. Do you think {t will be proper for me to write a. friendly stating I was back at business and en- Joyed my vacation and that I intended sonding this young man some post cards from our town? I think he will answer and—the con- letter to his It wil be proper for you to write his as you suggest. I would not mention sending port cards to the young Merely ask his moth to remember you to him and to her hus. ANY of my read- ers are in the habit of coming to see me personally — the correspondents from out of town usu- ally write for appoint- ments and thus avoid auseless trip. Inorder to facilitate matters I shall hereatter be ‘‘at home” until further notice ‘for those read- ers of The Evening World who wish to see me on subjects of interest.to them or to other women on Tues- day afteruoons from 2to 4. Margaret H. Ayer. World Building, Koom 48. By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. “J AM rapidly becoming bald,* writes a correspondent, “do you think my melancholy disposition may porsibly have a bad effect on the nerves which supply nourishment to the halr follicles and be the cause of my troubl Certainly I do, but don't blame your dlap {tion alone. Go further back and ix our much maligned associates, and though tt ts accountable for most of our iis and the greater part of our complexion troubles, wo are personally at fault If it rebelw after much patient suffering, “Heaven made beauty, but the devil made poor cooks, so runs the legend, and It Krowa more true overy day. Men and women take more thought ta’ nourtsh thelr oanary birds properly, even scientifically, than they _to eat what is good for themselves, “I can't get what I want, so I eat what I can get,” {s the daily excuse every kind of a dietetic crime against the long-suffering stomach. Melancholy tn a fine, high-sounding word, but only In rare cases is {t caused by real sor- row; usually It-has nothing to do with the person's spirit. Continued melancholy, which undermines the entire system, causes falling hair and a_psor_complexion, and other grave troubles originate from continued i! treatment of our long suffering fellow aystem. Study the wants and needs of this associate. Ges into your kitchen, find out what you are eating, study kitchen chemistry an@ youpselftearn to cater sensibly and intelligently to your appetitle, study your Peculiaritien, and then keep from “‘Dack-sliding” Into your old way of eating, and, all things being equal, you will soon find ypurseit ane yeurseif neither melancholy nog {Oily Skin. over with a powder made as followat 1 Burnt alum, & grams; salicy!! B S.—Use a g00d rice powder and |? 1-2 grams; starch iB rama; violet tas . the following lotion. Apply the} cum powder, acid Y a ms, Sal lotion first and after {t dries dust | soap, which marae Recreate any on the powder. There Ix nothing more|druggist should be used discouraging than the olly face, which| feot Berheed Ga) reema to be constitutional, almoat, with some women: Borie acid, 1 dram; ats-|Mouth Wash. tilled witch hazel, 4 ounces. Apply (| 8.—No formula or mouth wash wilt ’ with a piece of old Unen or a bit of remedy # bad breath, which {s abeorbent cotton. Profuse Persplration. aidsclos eagles Seat ona aera HERE i formula to check |nim, profuse perspiration: Glycerine, ‘ G. 2 ounces; perchloride of tron, 6 |Bad Compiexion. ounces; essence of bergamot, % drops. J. C.—If the salves only heal tem Apply to tho feet with a small camel's porarily your blood must be in @ hair brush night and morning. Lay] (QJ, bad condition, and you should this lotlon on and afterward dust thom | consult a doctor about tt. HINTS FOR THE HOME and one-half cup of milk or waten Jelly Cake. i Make a thin batter with flour, about one-half cup butter add one CUP | one quart. Put in drop tins and bake sugar, one-half .cup milk, OP in gq stow oven twenty minutes, erg, beaten lght; one and one- half cups flour, one teaspoonful baking|Corn Omelet: powder; bake in two layers, spread OIL one dozen ears of young core Jelly between the layers and sprinkle | B twenty minutes; when cooked and pulverized eugar over the top. j cold grate fine and-seaeon with ‘ salt. Separate Ave eggs; beat the yolks Ginger Drop Cakes. till thick and add ono gill. of cream, SE one and one-half cups sugar, after mixing well, stir it Into the corn U one tablespoontul tard, one of but-| by dogrees. Beat the whites until stif® ter, two -of eggs, three-quarters |and dry; stir Mghtly through, half at teaspoonful ginger, three-quarters tea- spoonful of allspice; beat well. Take 9 tekspOOHTUTS Of BOK, pour capo e; hi'o ready in a frying pan equal quantity of lard and butter, boiling hot; aT tn the mixture—and—cock -rEepidiy, volling water on It, Take about three- 1178 enterprising merchant has stocked hia little establishment on an the vestment of cxactly $147, and purchase! exactly 147 garments. For vests This friendiiness on your part i rage him if he desires to make eh Hew } ances in the matter of post cards or ous] um! pults. ‘A young lady should not money #@ as to have in his stook the lazgest px ni first direct advances in such matters, dup may only wently, enoeurage, ho pata 49 cents, for pants 98 cents and for coats $145, He Invested big It he\were suddenly to burn out, how mony pa! ys, coats and vests would i a trace your melancholy condition to its humbie origin. "interior chanism the result of somé stomach “