The evening world. Newspaper, January 18, 1908, Page 7

PS a A ee TT prem ~~ This Absolutely New Story Was Written for The Evening World by Clara Morris AZINE MAG ‘SUPPLEMENT xo STORY Ly EM! “ Circulation Books 2 to A, [ “ Circulation Books Open to All.”’ AGAZINE* STORY| _ SUPPLEMENT JANUARY 18, 1908. “NEW YORK, SATURDAY, Romance tet Present-Day New York DAPHNE. (Copyrighted, 1907, by Clara Morris.) CHAPTER I. The Girl He Loved. T was the last Tuesday tn April and next to t day of the month. The ea y awaited spring had come winter-worn. arippe early tence sure everything buddable had small 1ond plants had rushed madly into » flushed bloom, @nd the big four-st and basement brown-stone house, that seemed some- how to dominate the p with a cer- Comparative Puil"—as trreverent stu-1 wines and spirits, his love was for Dr. Philp GaJbraith Keith, his grandson 4nd namesake, who, in cuse of his own Geath, would be the last member of the once numerous Keith family, So per- haps {t was well tho boy should marry. Only—ah, when was there ever a mar- riage without an “only? The Bridegroom. An air of puszlement came upon the professor's face as he studied the doo- tor sitting opposite. A man who was B004 to look a not greatly above medium height The fine, all-round development of his well- proportioned body suggested that ath- letics had been—well, let us say, included in his college curriculum. His was not the high-piled, elongated, melon-shape of head; on the contrary, the broader| head, the squarer, forward thrusting of the jaw of the fighting man was hit the man of the day, of the hour, whe lives in the present, works for the future, and ignores utterly the past, Active, alert, capable of intense con- centration, physically unacquainted j with euffering of any kind, Philip wan jeften found lacking in sympathy by his patients, who yet willingly trusted | ves to his knowledge and skill, | d lived @ remarkaply clean and | ate life for a youth @o free to sain gaite.” ‘True, his grand- re had warned, harangued and leo- ed him; but when did an enthusiastic er of wild oats hold his hand at wisdom's word? So Philip's crop of wild oats had tndeed been sparse and comparatively harmless, and to-day he looked a man with the right to marry @ pure girl, Suddenly the old man's brows ceased | Gents used to call him. | His hobby was his treatment of rure cloar-eyed, | HE NEW EAST LYNNE By Clara Morris, Author of ‘‘Stage Life,’’ ‘‘A Pasteboard Crown’’ and Others. g —————— Ilustrations by PENRHYN STANLAWS. | tated: an A Bae widand Be 2ar4 working up and down; comprenension prom ta Morty ot a. Mietoua | 8hone in his dark eyes t “Vanity 9 wistaria \ | ‘Vanity ? | nee ha i SAY aeehael “Humph! he grunted; “you have! FEEERI RHA GIoro neo erowthor cowie | ft your beard! What's that for ed rte neaae| doctor laughed and passed his glory, but not LE Ra hand over his smooth cheek, and an and threw aside cerements of | S000. 4 Wintry death so e and x IGRI OSs aby dnoe coo ae em artito| resins nets wont s out; now| YOU Will admit, I am eure, that a SIT ESS oe ie ad woman should have a chance to see ours) willsbloom\ shortly i the face of the man she is about to Bave for the v the Ketth me marry?” gion had for years been changeless, €X-1 situmph! T thought {t was for woman pressionless us tie face of a tratnedlinar you grew that great beard of a diplomat. Ainaets The house was occupled measly *hC) «Women? Grandad, for oantanker- year round 1 Prof, Keith and the] ous, elderly women, who would not young I Keith, ania grandson, Yet accept medical services of any Sherenpere those: smooth-faced boy. For to the middle- na middle-class woman a strong Seon the direct result of profound r ely doun ledge and immense experience. door would y ndle to the) Now, however, that my practice is iack cswathin, Would | gecure, hereafter I shall brazenly meet geen Ce we faced, or nearly s0° Ost ng gut the ends of a A Grim Hous: hold, ng mustache. ‘And old women by telling es Ah ved for purely hygienic oe charge of your practice eb ng yo sence hee nes, of course! He's a clever aan spite of his eccentricities, and ue sure we shall do well when we sin the fall. You must take in now and then at the new sir. Painters are at work in ho au: w. Page, hand the pro: UR) tS SEALY his coffee. Only six numbers further ote: He HR ar Caml ANY west, yet !t will seem odd to have my Joctor’s shingle moved from the home odd contrast to his wuite halr, } NGSETtAtAU ana loeR Isao! Mephistophellan-like ft to the | corners and a disconcerting trick The Woman in the Case. racing rapidly, ma | *Mon't you know that to take a gown! above ¢ woman into your life means continual His nose, the fe had aNaneeaiT appear Without modification in O atofen x nd for the better, Rae ‘ h pictorial e 5 dants, nd gr is Hat noebride t In this sketch Artist Stanlaws not only gives an SSic he beauty of the heroine, but he also suggests with pictorial emphasis ine sn f Mateos Nis ne on to lamb chops and hot break-| the malign influence that prevails in her life. “Turk” Belden, cultivated pleasure lover, “the perfect fine flower of the sea, of three genera- CUTE DS Mee OBL 0 ols, and not at all disturbed ‘i i . iF) ‘ ‘ Tria ahaa mS , ts *emoti irst seeing phne: ¢ strong-tempered man, His mouth was! rae an thelr being eerved! in | tions of inherited wealth,” sees and falls in love with her. Miss Morris describes as follows his‘emotions on first seeing Daphne: i nh Oe Hane RACH hearty jiand soup plate | the moment of realizing her beauty—lo, a miracle! For along the dull, numb nerves there ran a thrill of lite, of 2 keen to anguish pressing’ into a tense line at times, ll you see our young lady to-} ” ae e ee panes Sri Ofer fe Vs A fine intellectual head of the high Paul ial metaneeoe a eaaOND The man’s face flushed a dull, dark red, a_vem stood out like a letter “Y" upon his brow, purplish black and throbbing vi ibly. He OTS ata are eas sky, Lam afra She 1s thrust his fingers inside his collar and dragged its pressure from his throat.” Miss Morris introduces “Turk” Belden in Monday’s instal- tng man; in. ate as to linen, but] oonys iewialbiat (cael : : otherwise careless in his old-fashioned | “ne” APTOS ee ment. dressi Big, bony, powerful for 4] «Gonfoung their trivial Nttle conven- = = a man Aven =anVen uu yenra jinwas li eit manuty oat anbinel nea scaytaeal lire cio relate rete chee elthaciemite ttt nays and] that Olive's ‘baby’ hand will administer Prof. Galbraith Kelth, who had one! nent or——er—this" (laying his hand| flawless. A charming choice of a gift,| takes nothing loctors, it” t fee passion, one love, one hobby. upon a dainty looking flat package, ly-]Gmunddad, and you may be sure it will| ti her sma All right, sir; I'll welcome any exp B A Man of the Past. ing by his plate). tar about Daphne's nto years! at Why "s only|tience that adds to my knowledge of For years of uslversity work, now ut, my dear interrupted Phillp, AD, compliment aswell itil tounsyears; younwerithan, your mitestos human inaiuredelAuehedst a Cal) Raita Gap @ramin ake ost ae ‘you have already been most generous| ‘Pretty—pretty!"" snorted the old nm now your Daphne will) pe!” “How is Cousin Mar iu a the years of instructing, of lecturing and |to us both, and the chest of sily gentleman, with snapping ¢ “Pretty n that you t | professor, his eyebrows rising and “alt- writing, had failed to dull his lifelong it, tut!" snapped the old man,| Good God, is that the term you apply can only protect from the world by the Two Sorts of Love. ling rapidly again. ‘Will she see the pa sion for studying tae dead rep that's for the household. The old st! |to one of the superlative *heauties of | bUekler of your sy ken love= spoken, sir, eaCieienaa ve | fuminer through, think you ary ; als : ‘oq, | Ver is wearing thin, We need new. But {the world? Oh, whatin Tophet ever led) SPOken!—that is the obligation you as- nity \ “1 hope so—oh, yes, I sincerely hope @uages. Sanskrit—that best prover Bioneinandrnyingsbenityaiatend jthought of marrid ea Dit tgra routs ‘ this is for herself. 1 have neither taste) you to make such a choice f¢ oo if 3 y ad of an so. In fact, L am almost tain she most sacred literary treasure of India; a rdinary woman, who could be treated in| Marr, from whose Greek—sonorous and stately; Hindu- |e? training in the selection of gifts Why. I thought you approved of my | ny way by ai practical’ weie| taken Many an\ /afternc some-{ Will, for the tenacity of her fratt hold stan, modern Aryan, as he termed it; | Whenever heretofore a brother profes- | marriage,” sald the Doctor a) | ee Rerirere anna Shores jtimes in his own person, more often| 0” life 1s a ‘thing to trust to as well those ancient Mnguages that in the dim |8or has married, I grabbed a chunk of] ‘So 1 do, so I do! Only why could | ™ aes Jas an anxious parent of many c las to wonder at. It Is her will to If past sprang vivid and expressively | silver, no matter what shape, so 1t was] You not have chosen some bright, | «Qtivel’? whose condition he gravely discuss for Uttle Olive's sake, and she does It from a million ardent lips, thet now | big enough, and solid, and was doue| Pleasant-faced, ordini who would | |Never robust, her growth had been re.{ ‘he winter has been cruelly hard upon are smothered into silence beneath the| with the thing. But this"— he smiled/ have asked nothing other than to be I have given my wa tarded by. Hanuimeraulen lint and} her. but she is greatly pleased at the dust of dead centuries; cach speech | a ttle—“tnis is different. You love her | wife, home-maker, mother Jian my. say ter to-morrow| won now she had but recently been ad-| ought of passing th 5 splendidly boastful, exniting the mag-|and I love you, my boy—so U4 like to] “Daphne wishes for nothing higher! yes Cus Nl be your wife and se-/ yr nea to ihe dlanity of braiding her|¥0U at Highlawn. 1 r nificence and prowess of king I please your Daphne, if possible. ‘lake| or greater than I can offer, sir! Jcure from further comme \veaswh mane of hair into a reat’ pig-| YoU t© have them here, slr. rior, whose unsurp. Fs Ja look at it, will you?" and he passed ra fi | stana, b RORDEI Terie erat wears eae call re A te Y, ” have passed bubble-like into noth the package over to his grandson, whos |A Sinister Warning. to her in way—it is no! ‘all aah SoS NIanane aay The House !s Yours! neas but for the patient backward] exclamation of pleased surprise as he, “Not now, while you are all lo hers t she is set aside from area 5 : Kind! Why MouRenial gwearch of u few devoted scholirs, who | opened the case was gratifying to the! of course not. But, my you a women by aysical per | isked mh iy cies: in the past as other men delve) last degree to the watching old man, steel me Eee RARE a Bate mundean hy boy, to si aa : You iriasnecvouraliarthelrets G Ak ine in mines. r . @ ello, a sclence Is: the S i - Pasa PS NEKARATBICer iyerctn le stud Hieroglyphics, the sacred writings ot |A Bridal Gift. real idol of your Ufe; so, by and by.) Would wait two < ould have mpoasible, wi 1 be rok TS aan iS ONE Mexico or of Hgypt, thrilled hin with | “Pearls, pearls! for Daphne, How per-; when the effusive lover has merged) and perhaps marry Olive aad FP eau Ieee os to-day, as Uiey had done fty years} fectly they will sult her and what joy|into the sflent, thoughtful husband—| ‘ netor, who had been lis| Jp f i pe Rey ie Aryan was to tim what the “open ) she will take in them! Sir,” he jested,| what then? I tell you, Philfp, you doj with a flushing and annoyed face, sud LON ae sesame as to Aladdin. Aryan—| ‘you are, I think, the same old gen-| not realize th ul quality | denly ba Is head w ye Bo mighty parent of splendid ta wes! To} tlemon who has lately been hari of M C pur mas- at fairly Mled 1 lado speak the word was to open up to him} n seagon and out of s ¢ e vanity, the triumph of quick con Kled faced baby ieGlutterhu > to Mighlan threagh ihnitable distances the past, beauty and value of ec st, the nearness possession, all Why, §! Ay not m yt r 1 ‘ aera fou@led with tremendous mytholosies,| “Well, you surely don’t expect me to| plur your usual clearness of But | grandmotie may a . wich dynasty stretaoing éizzily gehind | pract Well as preach, do you! | 1-1, who am old and cold and eritieai— {wife lis attle ‘ ie dynasty At stupendous pass, that} grinne sor, “You; am amazed at it! Tou emilecen? r! ua nse you! You, Philip, your gtm-« | made the transient present a t of} tind t aris well matched, don't ss Cuyler ts pure and sweet and talk!” gt “ol che phystenl equal of a } small account! Hence the dust-velled| you, Pullip | unassuming how, but beauty dominates is YOUr cousin's stepdaughter, and of[or twenty, Tt will reas sa mhoeh ays ; urniture, and content withal. Perfectly, sir, and I'm going to put} ousessor as Well ag tts adorers, Itj no blood kin at all! And for being} open your eyes to that fa aed Daa wey 5 Bris ; Ae iy line to wager something | ~e? All right? Good aa s§uen for the. passion of “Old them beneath the glass presently, just cay only live and thrive om adulation a baby, lot me remind you that you'and I an y Pi} | how many bad omens they can put upon | the poor young thing's wedding! | for tears, J must ment look tn a4 the bank, at the law office of Bowdoin & Rowdoin to sign a paper or two, see my taflor and the florist, run over my sick list once more with Jones, call to say good-by to Courin Marr, leave little Olive a consolation gift for missing my ling to-morrow" — ‘or God's rake, Page, cive him his hat!" interrupted the professor. “He has no time to lose.” A Bad Omen. “But I must deliver this first of all," amilingly added Phillp, preparing to close down the cover above the pearl necklace on its blue velvet rest. ‘T would like a card for this, sir?” he suggested. The old man drew out a fountain pen and a visiting card and dushed across | {ta Ine, which Philtp read aloud: ‘Al happiness to my doar grand- | daughter, Daphne Cuyler Keith"—just as Mrs, Clutterbuck, the oook, entered to ask !f all was well with the break fast, and she broke into a howl of pro- teat. ‘Oh, the bad Inck of calling a bride- to-be by the new name before it's given her by the man of God's own lps! Oh, the pity of it, Mr. Philip! and she the beautiful creature the photograph shows her, What, pearls, too? For the love of God, are these men trying to see Pearls and valling her out of her name, too! I'm glad the responsibility | fs not on me for such doings.” ‘Intterbuck,"” sid the Professor, ‘you look after the house—we'll stend for the omens.” And while the woman sttil stood pleat- Ing her white apron, the doctor ciapped on his hat, caught up his precious pack- age and his gloves, and with a bright “Good morning, air," was at the doors and through them before old Page had reached the middle of the hall, moean- ing to open them for him. The Other Home. As he was about to enter the cab, ordered the night before, he paused and looked up a moment, and noted the cold and stately reserve of the ola house, that was but faintly softened by the drooping amethystine blossoms of the bronzy-green vine, and a leht sprang Into his cool blue eyes as he thought, “When Daphne comes here to reign the old house will blossom inside as well as out,” and jumped into tne cab and degan his desh about tne city. Four o'clock found him dropping ino an easy chair {a the parior of a pretty flat whone windows overlopked a pit of Central Park, and gladly !aocepting a cup of tea from the hand of tho frail shadow of a woman he called Cousin Marr. They had discussed some small business matters, and with grateful tears she was thanking him for his unceasing care of her and hers, “T thought it strange that my hus: band, Keith Marr, should burden so young a ma ‘ou were, Phillp, bar ly twenty-one, with our affairs. But he was wise and clear of vision, and how faithful you have been to our interests! fam very happy to feel, Philip, and to be assured, that !n your new happiness you will not forget my Ittle one, tn case my Mfe should fitckor out suddenly, No, no, dear friend, [ have no spectal cause for fear, only the end cannot be far off now, and when I am gone (ive, my girl-child, will be @lone in the world.” Not while Tam allve, Cousin Marr! The Professor is also very fond of Olive, and would gladly welcome her to our home." “And—and your young wife, Philip— do yout she would consent te her interrupted the doc- too cold-hearted not er home her husband's Ah, you do not know Have no anxiety there. nn@ shall be also the be. Where ts the some of Olive if jlittle one? I suppose the diphtheria scare 1s over 7 When do the girls | return to scho “That's Nonsense !’” “Monday nex: 1 believe.” answered Mrs, Marr, “And they will have to! j cram like geese if they are to make any 8 Ww at commencement.” “T hope Olive ts not going to over- | exert herself?’ I don't know. Dear me! I don't reo- ognize the child these last few weeks, She has grown so irritable and provok- stop & mo-} ata The Love of Two Women| For a Man CLARA MORRIS. look. She adores you, but the ean nouncement of your coming marriage scems to have turned her into a little spitting, hissing, back-arched cat.’ “Oh, that’s nonsense!” he objected, ghtly. “Watt until she cuddles inte this chair with me. and investigates my pockets. You will see the child un- changed." And just then a thin, sallow-face? girl, with hair in « heavy pigtafl and wearing an anklewength skirt that plainly showed whee a tuck had re- cently been let out, sprang into the room with a cry of rapture, rushed toward the doctor—only to stop eud- denly and offer a limp hand, with a mut. tered “How do you do?’ And during the next twenty minutes she proved herself a very porcupine abristle, and every quill an Hamer, an impertt- hence or a gauc ‘What on earth ails the child?” he wondered. A Girl's Caprice. Once her brown eyes glowed with @ golden ght for a moment, when she saw the slender bangle-bracelet of ture auolse flowers he offered her. But at the term “consolation gift’ she dropped it, saying childishly, “It would take more than that to console me for being altogether forgotten,” Suddenly she broke out accusingly: “You did not want us even to know how beautiful your Miss Cuyler ts; bug Mr. Belden called—just a ff, got-to- do-it call on mamma—and he said Mise Cuyler was a friend of bis, and tat she was the loveliest woman outside of Paradise. And I asked him how he ‘knew, and he said’"—— “Olive! entreated her mother. But the girl went sullenly on: “He sald he had made a lifelong study ef the comparative beauty of women, an@ so he knew.” “What the deuce did the man meaa, by such lyret?’ exclaimed Philip, “Weill,” persisted Olive, “how beaue ful fs she then—-the one you're going to marry? Tell me that.” “Why, like thousands of othaw! women. She has a straight, strong body, @ clear skin and dean eyes, and ow every man seeks in the woinan he loves—the beauty of perfeet health,” Jealousy, At the lust words the poor, jealous ; angular body snrank as from her sallow, sickly face qutvered all over. ‘The doctor, who could have hitten his tangue in repentance for his unintentionally wounding speech, mee to take his departure, and, as he had always done, hs lifted her resisting, little face and dropped a good-by Kise upon her Ups, then stood in mute amazement, for the child was dyed with one great agonizing blush, that seemed ty scorch over neck and ear, over cheek and brow, and she locked at him with the eyes of un insulted weman. “Why, Olive—lttle Olive!’ he stems mered, then turned and left the reom, As he re-enters! the cab, he suddenly recalled his grandfather's words: ‘Your girl-child of fAfteen ts the psychical equal of a male of eighteen or twenty. “By Jove, granddad was right!” he sald, uncomfortably, “Ah, well! in an- other twenty-four hours Daphne and I will be on the ocean. Olive will forget her childish whim, and my wife's beauty will cease to interest any one but my-, selt.”" No wonder Puck cried, “What foots these mortals be!” ing, and cries at a word, or even a (To Be Continued.) The Best Humor of the Day. “What do you like best at sohool, my boy? —St. Louis Globe Demoo: eee nat Ted-headed widow ts going to marry a very ignorant man?” ignorant of the that she !s going to marry him."— H know Jack 1s in love with me What you think so? His hand trembled when he t my gloye for me this morn- “yiother—Guess again, Twas out with him last night—Cleveland Leader. Baad x ng ow yn move Li Wha ” the ind Millie men tart tr of the fnancia} strin- reason.—Chicago