The evening world. Newspaper, February 17, 1908, Page 11

TS — % % % L/ BAST. ROR SRR iy a@ clever, ectar. a Daphne ity, ‘Otier-members of t granitather, Prot Kelti, eee 7 who secretly lo’ ii Shall receive a fovlis! Poip to another we at the revelat Daphne Belden avo Jove. Ge ropulses him, but at his penitent Snireaty Femuins on pleasantly trie terms | Sith him. Despalring eaking down hee loyalty to Paliip. ues to iat the Kel fortune-teller once f day lose her beavry him do po. and leaves the hy dazed from morp' la. eurried to Montreal. he implores her to become bla own wife, CHAPTER X. (Continued.) Ina Strange Land. Presently he turned. 1 are mis- You are safe from ivorce Philip and to man, but becay in all my life another better than myself. sion of my 1! 4 Jove so great that I You, to secure your Joved!” and in that moment reac his Ife's highest po of feeling, “And roaned, ‘vou wil! not believe Then Trust Me!’’ “Almost I think ewered slowly I do now." she an- He was at her side, pressing a fold ef her gown s as ha pleaded “Then t1 Oh, I will be con- siderate, m al love!—of your Bride. vour dis 28 calm! until the e doors of every house of open to Your coming!"" She knew herself, relatives without means, withor @oandal cloude! her fras rich, was powe He could itt her a fmocked and betrayed her Belden held her hands, very gently to him “Trust me, Daphne fwuched her forehead “Give me your promise." For one moment she seomai to yield, @en with a cry of ang: knew and drew her "he entreated. He w h his Ips “My children! My 1 eannot—oh, I cannot do ftwelf would be without them! forty-eight hours a fs torn with an agony o: them! Mr. Belden, I co: fwould not even try to live with ebiléren! Dead sflence fell between then: @tared above her head vacancy, while her sapphire s rest al fost wildly on his « Then | is color rose—his eve began to he Sparkle. Presen y ified his shou! @ers and threw them ack, a trick of fis when reaching a sion. ‘Listen! ‘he commanded. "God's fairest, Msten! We will dicker and bar Wein a Iittie—shall we? ‘I want you— God knows how much I want you! I will buy you! Watt, my sweet, until you hear the price I offer! I'll pay for Your dear self, one small girl and one baby boy—will you call that a ba: T will have you, and you will have the price—your two Uttle children!" Daphne's face flushed all over—then paled. “You could not—you have not the power!” Belden’s Pledge. “I am not 60 sure,” he smiled. al events, Ll try to move both hi and earth to restore to you your ¢ Gren. I do not think we shall have to pack @ jury or transgress the law, either, For outside influence, family anding and @ fortune of which you have no faintest estimate, can dy much. If it was the Professor we were to deal mith, we might better argue with a wounded tiger. He would fight for the little ones though he stood on crutches, but the doctor has a commercial strain fn his blood; he values money highly; @o, too, he values influence in high places. Ah, Daphne, if I were to re- store to you your children, will you come to me? Of all the fair women I have known, you are the only one I ave ever asked in marriage! Daphne, TI am waiting, dear-answer ine!" Her eyes burned like biue fire in the marble whiteness of her face, “If you win me my ohildren'"'-— “By God, I will!” “To keep—to rear—(he bowed his hhead)—1 will-if the law permits—I will! “Daphne, darling,’ he almost whts- “My Daphne!” Ie took her head between his hands, he kissed ner eyes, her brows, but dared not trust himself to touch her lips—he so feared to revolt, to repel her! He drew her to him, holding her two hands against hts great shoulders, his slow moving, heavy Added eyes devouring her loveliness. Qe threw up his head with a triumph ant lough. "Tl crown this dear, head with the Jewela of an empress!” I'll wrap this precious body in the laces you adore. fhe world «ull bow to your beauty, sweet! You eiiall no longer be op- pressed by an atmosphere of unfaith- fulness! Grief and shams shall touch you Be more.” He closed his arms about her and Duried his face in the darkness of her hair. He drew in a long inhalation of its faint perfume. Bhe felt the heavy shiver that passed over him. His neck thickened, the let- ter Y began to throb into view on his By Clara Morris Author of “Stage Life,” “A Pasteboard Crown,” and Others. 3% LY NN J contemptuous eyes, blue and cold as ics. wre 1 herself free, and look- him s in the eyes sald: fou are | mous lette could never | Ah, you are vile!” and she made a ges- [ture of repulsion. | He etammered for a moment, then |Droke out: ‘None the less, that letter, was the expression of your husband's | brutal passion for another!" | “And your sending it to me was an expression of your own brutality! Ah, you were vulgar—you were cowardly! And I have held you my friend and called you gentleman, and—and was striving even now to forgive you much, because I believed you loved much! eve? Oh, the undying animal in man!” : | He took a step toward her, stopped and turned his head, as if Ustening in- |sently, muttering half under his breath:| | “In the very moment of seeming at- jtainment ehe will slip from your arms | forever. A wailing cry broke from his curse you and your propn- e4 at space. is) he c ps. Then he tur to Daphne—the gr Y stood solid, black and men. 2g is brow. He spoke thickly q forgive! It was my love ur promise holds, dear?’ She shrank tn loathing from him. ‘a rather destroy my life with nds than merge {t with your She cried—and stoppéd, terrified! Was he quite mad, she thought, that he Wagged his head mowed at her like Ja naughty child pulling faces? He lunged hewlly toward her. One uide dark face was very, very red; down, one corner of n into @ sort of eat bulk went down with a crash that “fe the room. “A Doctor, Quick!” With Was at the on door, the in- nd kneel off his one he commar to the telephone 222—an accident, led. demanded Anton. | She brought tt, and a tow s—the doctor was side of Belden Krotesque, one-sided | was lifting the fallen peer at the nd the to turned wiftly, Hebtly left voided the lift s. As she and slipped down neared the door she heard the clerk say loudly, “Yes, | I'l be right up!” His excited tone drew the atten‘ion ting, lounging bi . She tof the } way | could walk te the de | CHAPTER XI The Accident. 8 Daphne Keith went nf on. A: r rare beauty received its usual tribute of second glance long stares, and turning heads. | Wished she had a thicker vell. She had | included one in the small list of neces |rories ehe had sent the nurse for, but ne hed not r nothing for it tention ehe attracted. As she turned from the ticket-offlce, window, she tho t she heatd low sob- bing. Her hea ully at the @ound. She had not then mono- polized all the grief, and shame, and| |pain tn the world, some other Wept—poor thing! She wondered if she could be of service; be of some help—| sho looked about her. | Not tar away, her back turned to | ward observers, her bowed face to the} wall, in rather old-fashioned clothing there stood a woinan sobb ying heavily Daphne went forward, and laid a hand yon the woman's arm: ‘Oh, please don't cry lke that.’ she entreat you will make yourself 111."” ‘Then, as the drooping head was lifted, she added tmpulstyel woman “ . Why, You Are I [!"" “Why, you are ill! Come and att | down. ‘Here ig a botite of Invender salts, May I get you some water?” — | The woman was evidently but | recently from a sick bed; her dress hung emptily upon her, her skin was sallow, her lips pale, Dark, purplish | half circles vere drawn beneath weary, | dulled brown eyes, Her thin black hair | Wag banded down either side wasted | fack. As she made an effort to con- | trol her tears and thank Daphne for her kindness, her speech proclaimed | her a gentlewoman, and by a slight accent, French, (To B® Continued.) — —— ® A New Luncheon Dish. ales 1s a simple little lunch- eon or supper <fsh which ts'| | also a change from the ordi- | | nary: Make some good sized baking- | | powder buscuits and smooth the | | tops over when they «0 into the oven; when cool, but fresh, cut out 4 round piece on top of each one ang THIS SUIT SURE 'S BEComin@! GLAD T PAID THE “TAILOR #10 ON accounT! iLL GO oVvER To CaRRIE's, Now! ieinsuit IT's Joe! Firs ¥ GEE! REAL ° DIAMOND. for Women to Know. ! —- Home Fints. Lemon Raisin Pie. 1 1 RATE rind and juice of 1 lemon, 1 cup sugar, 1 cup raisins ti poon flour sifted with sugar. at raisins in one cup water, boil five xture and cool be- Bake | with two cruste. Mock Mince Pie. CANT cup of sugar, 1 cup of chopped raisins, 1 egg, 1 cup sour milk, 1-2 even teaspoon cloves, 1-2 even tea spoon cinnamon, 2 tablespoons of stewed She | cranberries, pinch of salt, This makes two ples. Raisin Sponge Cake. HREE eggs, not separated, 1 1-2 il cups sugar, 12 cup coli water. salt, 1 rounding teaspoon of bdaking powder in 1 1-2 oups flour, 1 cup out up | and floured raisins, Bake in a slow | oven, but hot enough to cook Hin half 22) 145, ana accept attentions trom hour. Buttered Carrots, ARBOLL 8 cups of carnots, cut tn cubes, 10 minutes and drain; cover | with fresh water and cook until tender, Melt 2 tablespoons of butter |and 2 of lemon fulce and pour over them just before serving. VERY BECOMING, $2 WELL, Too! Beat with egg beater, a pinch of | ng World Daily Magazine oo The Million-Dollar Kid YES, GOOD CLOTHES MAKE ONE FEEL AT EASE ANYWHERE! ou Ht How] {ive COT sixTY SPRING SUITS ON THE way! HOW DOES THIS ONE LooK ? ’ | OOURMD | He Has No Sense. | Dear Betty: | | TAM nineteen and have constantly bee I in company with a voung lady |4 year my juntor. While at an enter- | tainment she became kind of sulky to} me and remarked ‘You have no sense.” | you think it advisable for her to apologize and do you think she cara | for me any longer? SAM F. Perhaps your conduct yustifled the re- [mari If you like h nay no further attention to It. I can't whether she; Teally cares for you or not, but when she made the remark she evidently | waan't feeling particularly friendly to- ward you. Does He Lobe Her? | Dear Betty; HAVE been keeping company with a/ I oung man four months, He had @ quarrel with my er. He has [met another girl and dossn't care so jmuch for me, Do you think he loves me still? 8. M. He doesn't seem to care for you. For- some other man, A Fickle Young Man, Dear Betty: AM eighteen, and in the early part of the winter I became infatuated with a young gentleman two years my senor, He asked to call, which he en BENYVINGNIS 01°55 s Mond OH, MR. MONK ! Pi MR. DUBBIE 15 JUST SHOWING ME HIS NEW SUIT! ISN'T IT FINE? PSHAW! CLOTHES DON'T MAKE THE MAN, ANYWAY! OH, You $O SweELt, | ™R. MONK! E\ OL By RW. Taylor 7: oH! A NEW Sut? vers SEE, Joe! RETTY SWELL.) / ves ive ORDERED A FEW NEW SUITS MYSELF! Le SHOW YOU ONE | OF THEM! worst I February 17 C 3 alwnys oy alan't Talis With Girls Jara’s Valentine Collection and the Tears, Smiles and & Blushes That It Contained By Gertrude Barnum T wag Valentine's Day, and my friend Clara was show- ] ing mo her collection. As she spread It out beside me on the he . my smile was a little wistful; for what woman ever ouisrows valentines? All around us lay the embroldered envelopes, with thete iny t seals und love-knots of other days. On pale ankc and blue and lavender paper laces trembled the ola familiar little doves and cuplds, mottoes, roses and forget- And the box valentines! What memories sprang from the depths of their unfolding layers of 1 hands, bleeding hearts, knights and ladies and troubndours! ‘ve always enved 'em,” said Clara, ‘I just love every, 6 about them,” T hegged then.” rald diving Into her keepsake box for another 7 Lee, have to begin at the beginning.” Suddenly 1 vaken from the sentimental mood was fast ¢ ng me-for thera before me lay a Comic” of @ 4 aloud at the recollection of the rage with which when It came," Clara began, “Tt was the first and the lnugh none er got” ad tt up In full view. ° The vulgar ploture matched the vulgar verses, ‘Your nose ls pug, Your halr ts red, And what a mug Is in your head! larked, “I knqw what boy sent it, too, The teacher had t er to pantch us the day before, because we wasn’t studying.” tossed {t back into the box. boy lived next door to uq and after just about Valentine's day, he got mad ) his sled, and then he sent me this” > next y raw mo | secon Aas the first. | Raceaeto 1 excialmed. | de Wh ttn all the school,” sald Clara. ‘That's why f | erled so } ‘ the another ‘Comic.’ The next year he sent |this. Ir where he bought ft. It cost a nickel And this wreath one cn the fan-shaped one next, and tho dig hand-painted 1 THOUGHT box next You'D LIKE "he certainly was fatthtut."* IT, CARRIE! . me from lilm—one every year, Whon I was etghteem ARE TARR. ado: and also accompanied me ne on severa! occasions. Suddenly his attentions ceased. I have not of- fended him !many way that I can re- {call, What shall I do, as I should much desire to continue the acquaintance? DOUBTFUL The young “man seems to bo fickle. His attentions were not serious, and as he has dropped you there !s nothing for |you but to ignore him {n the future, An Engagement Farty. Dear Batty AM getting engaged shortly, and anf going to have an engagement party, at which my friends will be prese and I am going to gtve the ring to my lady friend. Is there any ceremony at teahed when I give it? What shall J , @s I am very bashful? N. M. Tt is customary to give the young lady the ring when you ask her to marry you. At the engugement party one of her relatives announces the er gagement. There te no ceremony about the party. eee Sees Like Home, ID she make you fees! at home when you called on her hus bana?” ‘she certainly aia!" “You had a nice time, eh?” “Oh, I didn’t say that, my dear.”— Houston Post. “6 ‘Beauty Advice Camomile Tea. | RS. L, L.—Camomile tea will have | re. hair. If your hair is streaked gray and you wa ore Its natt bates color you will have to resort to halr dye.|). yy, deme. | Blackheads. ! R.—If your complexion ts too ten der for the complexion br « don't use it, but try and get x jot ub blackheads by bui urself N Chin ;up physically an our em wil carry off the tmpurl If you could non bring yourself to the point of drinking | Salt se! @ great deal of water between you woul find market tmprovement In your complexion very soon. When I say a great deal I mean not five or six, but ten or twelve glasses, at least four be fore breakfast sipped as you Gress, several in the course of the day and four or five at night reap a bath The Exception. | HERE {s no woman but wit! | ket ansry {f you cast a alu on her good look young. | “O, I don't know; I told Mra. wife last evening that her baby was the | perfeet image of {ts mother, and she seemed pleased."”—Houston Post, | The Wisdom of the cilia &e & & By T. S. Allen No Excus not to | May Manton’s fa ts it bed vellowteh sheet T readt sts fi ‘den h sare violets blue. to thea will be er fond and true.” I laughed, “but he had evidently changed hts ale! oses, either."” ae fr. T mean—he's—he's sending ‘em yet.” Clara was ane to-day, He made this up too, It's the ould know before any one else, That's why I asked ona that ¢ I could read Me's Journey, ‘ed up the precto} at the bad litle boy was going to 4 that neither of them considered valentines I sald a little rhyme gathe “Tirst the worst, second the sami Last the hest of all the game. ee se for Tailor-Made Gowns. By Went the Paris Dressmaker. the multability of a tailor-made gown. * neatness, Such a gown the American respect differing from the Frenchwoman, ne in the seclusion of the boudoir, clad ir, But supposing there is a wedding, to be attended; a drive en automobile, a determine th. choice of attire, go Ulor-made attire “to an afternoon rs In the eyes of the Frenchwoman, a and variety the defaulter will find for “Thts !s my new frock," or “T haven't again, “The day was dull,” or “The tallor-made I never wear anything else." AM poor excuses, ma- 1 in any grade of society.—Harper’s Bazar. ++ wing them with salt and drying 1 by means of an alkaline earth and come yreserved with @ compound of common mud, salt, led eggs are tpetre and soy } (Cane broad. cloth tn Ught and right coke ors 13 being very much worn this sea- gon for afternoon dresses for young girls, as well as thetr elders, As {l- lustrated the color 1s one of the newest shades known as flambeau, with trimy ming of black velvet ribbon,. while the gulmpe ts of creame red filet lace im a simple design, but A grat many colors fre fashionable and the dress would be pretty {none and all. If designed tor formal occasions Neht pastel shades fare much to be de- jireg, Forthesulmps all nets and simple Has line but the filet ts used, cially emart this gea20n The quantity of material required for a girl of sixteen f age ts, for 814 yards a, 5 yards 4 or 4 yards J fuohes wide broadcloth oF ther material witla pel down {8 used If it need not d@ fe will suffice; fow inches rds 44 or 4 yards 62 in 4 yards of plain or 11- : forehead. Ho clung hard to self-con-| | take out the crumbs, leaving a shell; ieee fro}, and went on speaking, | | put @ Uttle butter inside, spreading 2 “Never again shall you know the) | it around the walls, and fill each ; G WORLD MAY MAN- @eadly insult of receiving a husband's! | one with creamed salmon, or other Se est ertnicd street ae letter of brutal passion for another) | fish, heaping it up well in pyramid Obtat in coin or stamps fer each ra or et woman form; put an extra spoonful of 2 a hese + lainly, and Hoe halted, for Danhne's body had} {| sream on top and a sprig of parsley. ‘What's the matter, child?’ “Say when, Chimmie' , a eet ener He} ee your name and address D! silffened, ome rigid in his anms A Harper's Bazar, “oo hoo, e Tom, Dick and Harry on dis block's had his vermiform Pour right along. I'l] make dat haughty Eve na MeGillicuddy tin (Abe crew ik and looked at him with! ¢——————___——-@ eppendix taken out but mei” own an automobile if it takes a whole can of gasoline! :