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\ GAZINE+” STORY SECTION. An Up-to-Date Devil Who Is Having the Time of His Life, By George Arliss, WRENN], Who Plays The Devil at the Belasco Theatre, IN my opinion, The Devil in Mr. Molnar’s play is, first infinite fun, and in playing the part I feel he is having the time of his life. little game of his own with the people of all, an up-to-date devil. |<, I regard him es @ man of|' Instead of playing golf he plays a $6 Che ( Ciroulation Books Open to Au,” | o NEW YORK, SATURDAY, AUGUST 22, 1908. Complete Story of Chis Is the First Authorized|Adapted by O Story of ‘The Devil’’ Ghat Has Appeared Any Netwspaper. Preight, 1008, by Hi es aly Mahe, Henry Cavern, Play. cee memes smn mre CHAPTER I, OOK here! I know everythings! You don't want me to pose for you any more—you're tired of ‘The Devil.’* about him. He is a modern devil—it/me—decause you're going to be«manried! the devil may ever be considered mo: work to do, poseibly more 2ow ple to look after. But he must be up-to-date. If he would be found out at once, the devil were going to exploit him- self in the way Mr. Molnar shows him, he would undoubtedly represent himself as a man of charm, He would attain his ends by coaxing people, not by driving them. He would also be_possessed of a certain degree of finesse. He would be fully aware that if he, made himself up- pleasant in a rude, aggressive men- @er, he would instantly be kicked out of the house. I think the reason for the dominating influence of The Devil in the Molnar play should be shown to be more in the subtle charm of his per- @onality than in any strong or physical quality. He leads bis victims into temptation, he does not force them to do as he wishes. He is work- ing all the time on their senses, on their sensualism. As the author has drawn him he Insinuates himself into their confidence until they come to him to ask his advice, They do not recognize ® eaperhuman power, but they feel a certain reliance in this man as @ man, One feels, too, that the devil would be particularly charming to the 4.| Tou can't deny it!" ern or mediaeval, I imagine the devi: /gased down eppealingly at the hand- | has alwaya had very much the eame |eome artist who lounged at ease on the than | Uivan. For monthe Mim! had been Karl ever before, because he-has mMore:p00-| seventh day in euccession, ehehad just ‘The model—pretty, fiufty, tearful Mahler's favorite model. Mow, for the been told he “diin’t need her.” There ‘was more than professional disappoint- MAGAZINE STORY e | | t | "Amusing Devil Who | | Does His Best to Be En- LIVER HER- tertaining. ; | FORD from Ferenc Mol- in| nar’s Great Hungarian By Edwin Stevens, Who Plays the Devil at the-Gurden Theatre, R, JULIUS HERZKA, Herr Molnar's close personal friend and translator of = the original Hungarian play {nto German, impressed upon me dur- ‘ng the preliminary production of “The Devil” at Hartford one impor- {ant point—that “The Devil” is far less a preachment than an entertain- of each, the Devil Joined thelr trembling hands tog ahd drew them toward each other while he t in his pulpit e bell rang sharply. The spell was broken. Heinrich ushered Hofmann into the room. The Devi! plunging into easy con- versation with the newcomer, promptly disarmed any suspicion the latter mlattt | have entertained and drew his attention from the confused woman and Karl “1 am fust from Odessa," said the Devil, continuing his talk, seams to be'— “I know,” growled Hofmann, “Wheat ‘and wheat | ment; that it 1s meant to be enjoyed 46 a comedy rather than looked upon with awe as a serlous and sombre study in psychology. I heve consistently sought to base my portrayal of Dr. Miller on these ‘i cot, STE Devie appeared with the cloven foot he} ‘vou ane going to be married!” she And {f)retterated. ‘Oh, we models tear ment in the girl's dark eyes. Hor Gret name ts Eles aii she's rich. is she—she ta prettier than I am? Neyer mind, theugh. You'd only Ue to me. Aod I kmow something more, Your friends, the Hofmanns, are making the mated. You are to meet this Hee girl at a bell et their house to-night. Mrs | Hofmann tired of fileting with you and she'e trying to marry you off. And only | |? wath ago,” vith @ little wistful | smite, “vou sald you toved me You | }* ; don't ove me any more” \f ; 5 i ee ; 4 “Oh, ves I do!" yawned Kari, “Dowish, | |. f f ey i though, that you'd come here ene |} . é ‘ other day, I'm expecting Mr. and Mre. | | § , | Hofmann at any moment now.” i : ee Se ‘What are they coming herp form | 7 i f j @napped Mimi, jealously. { “I'm to paint Mre. Hofmanna.ploture. | |", Now, run atong, do!” | } “You're sure vou leve me, Kart?’ : “Oh, yes, yes!" growled the artist. | |,” “Run on!” | ee As Mim! paused undecited a sharp| ting at the hall brought Mahler's old servant, Heinrich, shuffling out of the | studio into the aitting room, where Keri | $ Jadies and extremely careful in everything he did. In the play the woman jand Ninon were. The girl, ifkea woared @ays, almost up to the last: “I don’t blame you. I thank you for what |Twbbit, ecurried off at sound of the bell. | f o!:’ ou hay. j om F Karl, jumping up. glanced about the | you have shown me.” The Devil's noice) ot pune nature teHe him | ccturesque room to see all was in or- | he is more likely to gain his ends by ewployiag o light touch, He findalder. Heinrich a moment later ushered it easier to lead than to drive, in @ stout, complacent looking man and | I play the part along human lines because The Devil ts trying to be|® tender. gold-haired woman, h as human as possible in order to reach the people he is after, When he * Nunes; t has gone up. And I’m short on It.” ; to play the part In a spirit of “Bhort on wheat?” repeated Kari, for| P@ther broad comedy; to give it, as the sake of saying something. "What | much as possible, the typical Vitn- does that mean?” nese spirit of joyousne: yet “Tt means," answered the Devil. Hy ee ae arely ging a +t for others and falling into it} —® Stage manner, by the way, In vourself." | Which I have had considerable traia- “You deal in wheat?” asked Hofmann. | ing, “[? Oh, I dabale in evervtaing. And | alwave at the Improper moments.” | 149 Dot mean by this to under As the Hofmanns left the house, the Tate the Importance of the basic idea Devi! following. they passed Mim! hur- that Dr, Miller (or The Devil) is not rying toward the studio, “Don't worry. madame” whine aera ae Person RealOne of human Devil, “I shall return tn five min- | temptation, bu a ‘ Ges to break ‘up that iittie ciat.” B t stands, too, a@ the interpreter of the true/innerthoughts, toes feelings and motives of the various “human” characters. ‘But I am seek- Ing to set this forth in as light, as entertaining and as pleasantly amusing CHAPTER III, @ spirit as possible. EANTIME Mim!, entering the M ustng om oune nee peal In furtherance of this plan I have tried to show whet I believe to ba with his throbbing head claspe j escent tends the obvious truth—that The Devil feels this intrigue to be always an eaty “Pm sorry I was ao ailly a while | Matter for him, a gort of jeu d'esprit in deviltry, {f you twill; and tRat he ago,” she pera Seniiently: “Marry |{s always perfectly confident of success. In a word, The Devil does not ,any one you please and’—— Ne Uettinlis eeled abe arttalimatarting’ up take this little game too seriously; he knows at all times from past ex- ES perlence that he cannot fail, and he enjoys, as a cat-delights in playing with | whispered and clasping the girl as though she had pointed the road to saivation. “Let & mouse, the struggles of Olga and Karl. me marry YOU! We will go away, far | away—to Amerloaandatart life all |, aon this I am quite sure that Herr Molnar himself had definitely en |{n view throughout the purpose of relieving the heavy ‘pessimism of the “Do you mean—do you rectly moan | main theme by, shall I say, almost making fun of it? At all events, I am Miearlt she cried in delighted won- confident that the author's {dea was to take all possible sting out‘of the "Yes! satire by expressing it {n terms of sparkling wit and humor. re There 1s yet another gapect of the matter that/is difficult to explain clearly In a brief and hasty word such as this must'de. I am thinking of |the actor's duty to the producer as coutrasted with bi: natural wish to get Yes! It {8 my only hope! Listen! “Pardon mel" a cynical voice broke in, “I think I took away the wrong overcoat, I! —— “TI only came to bring Otge, olf chap,” | finds it necessary to use his supernatural power he trots it out as subtly as possible so that they will not find it out. The Devil is alwaya fighting for results that are serious to other people, hence there must be a suggestion of power and underlying serious- ness. But {f he did not gain his ends by humorous methods he would be compelled to show the cloven foot. Above all, from the actor’a point of view, he must be a buoyant, Nght-hearted, amusing devil, I must con- fess that I feel a bit uncanny in the part. You are bound to feel that you are not quite human—this is a natural result of the environment, ELLISTON GRO, ARLISS WHE DEVIL’ STARTLES SOLAN = BELASCODu George Arilss and Miss Elliston In the “Discovery Scene” of “The Devil,” at the Belasco Theatre. The Wisdom of- the Bean. By E, T. Brewster, F late years, a number of solentigts have been studying the behavior of beans und other plants, and, though nobody yet knows all about them, we are able to explain several of these apparently purposeful acts. It has been discovered among other things that the bean does know up from down. ‘he stem does not simply grow toward the light end the root away from It; for !f the bean is planted in an inverted pot so that soil is up and the air down, the stem will grow up into the darkness and the root dangle down into the light. Moreover, it appears that In all plants, even in the largest trees, all the green parta of the stem and twigs have this feéling for direction. For {f the bud at the end of the shoot, which should grow straight up, is removed, a lateral bud, which naturally would become a horizontal branch, will turn verti- cally upward, and become the leading shoot. On the other hand, the sense of ireation in the root ts confined to the tip elone. A root, unlike @ stem, does not grow ‘at the end, but at a point just behind it, so that there is a eort of cap on the tip which is pushed forward by the growth. If then the tip of a root is amputated, the root wili keep on growing as before; but tt will no longer grow down, Instead, it seems to lose its way and wander about almlossly, grow- ing in one direction as well as in another. By this same root tip, it !s worth remembering, the growing root feols its way through the soil, and when {t-encounters a pebble, turns aside and grows by. Not only must the stem grow up as the root grows down, and cling to ob fects as the root avolds them, It must also hunt round and find {te su; For tils, the bean grows with a twist. This twhst, as the stem » foot or two in length, bends over with {ts own welght, sweeps the vine through an ever widening circle a fyw inches above the ground. Tt has been seen that when the tip of a root touches an obstacle it draws back and turns aside, So also does the stam. If however, it ts the side of the stem that touches, the turning 1s the other way; a property which, it fias lately been discovered, ts common to all plants. “As soon, therefore, as any part of the growing vine touches tho pole, it bends toward {t, and, continuing the same dreular motion with the point of contact as q centre, soon wraps itealt round the suprort.—Sunday Magazine, eatd the man, shaking Karl's unre. sponsive hand with nervous vigor. “Then I'm off. I've an important ap- pointment. I'll be back for her in an hour or 40.” “You're net Jealous, thent™ taughed Karl, “I don’t want to be ridiculous,” an- swered Hofmann with hesitation, “Good by.” ‘ “Did you understand my husband just now?’ asked Olga as ahe and the artist were left alone. “Burely be isn't jealous?’ protested Karl “I-I don't know! He never seemed so before, But did you notice how he looked at vou as he went out?” Karl dismissed the sujet with a shrug and moved nearer to her. “Do vou know,” he waid. dropping his voloe, “this {s the first time you and I have been atone together in al) your six years of married life? We can talk | doubtless ‘hid me.from you. Forgive me | fear. over old times now, and”— “Better forget old times, I like to | for propriety’s sake, I should have kept | standing before her, majestic, bave a good ognscience. A good con- acience ia like a warm bath—one feels | so comfortable in it.” Bhe mpoke with forced lightness, But Karl persisted; “Our first tete-a-tete in seven whole years," he went on. “Our first since the time when I was a poor drawing teacher in your husband's family and you were @ poor relation, and—and we loved each other. Do you remergber the day I kissed you and’— “Karl” “Oh, I don't blame you. Mfy employ- er’s aon was rich. He fell !n love with | you. You married him. It was a good match. I was poor, What else could | you do? Nelther of us could foretell | that to-day I'd De ‘the famous artist, Karl Mahler,” ended bitterly, “We are not in love with each other now,” broke in Olga hastily, ‘So why bring up the pest? You ere to marry Elsa, She 4s younger than I—beauti- ful, too—and—oh, let us get at the pic- ture. The afternoons are so short,” “Very good,” agsented Karl, apathet- cally, “Just as you wish, Your hus- Bend wants you painted in evening dress. Have you brought’—— “No, I thought you could begin with the face and’— “Oh, you thought I begin portraits at the tan and paint downward? I be- gin with the shoulders. I'l go ieto the studio and get the lights adjusted while you take off your waist and drape this eseart around your shoulders. Ah|" with j® Reaturo of disgust, “it's snowing! That \means bad light for painting, But |never mind.” He entered the stud!o, closing the door |behind him. Reluctantly Olga began to remove er lingerie waist. Laying !t on {@ chair, she picked up the scarf and | was about to adjust it over her round | Shoulders when suddenly she paused, transfixed. A startled cry burst frem her lips. | For as she turned toward a tall, pul- | Dit-backed oh@ir in the centre of the , room a figure arose from the seat and, stooping, eravely handed Olga the seart she had dropved. Olga seized the scarf, | huddled It ebout her bare shoulders and |atared in horror at the apparition. | | | J Written from the Manu- script of the Play by _ ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE. | levi, which wae-not, perhaps, wholly un-|minutes. Yet I seem to fe your natural, since he was Satgn, the Prince | fingers at my throat.” of Evil, who for the moment had taken | “Most nrettv women,” retorted the upon him the gulse of a mortal man, | Devil politely, “don't feel them there “T bee a thousand pardons, madam," {until they have known me somewhat said the stranger suavely. ‘I dropped |longer. But"— in after lunch to seo Karl. I sat there | ‘Who are you?” wasped Olga, terrified iby the fire to wait for him and dropved | at the hint in his deep voice and eyeing asleep. The high back of the chair the tall, commanding figure with open “Who am I?" repeated the Devil, | domi- for opening my eyes at a moment when, | them shut. You doubtless came here'— | nant, while his tone sank to the depths “To have my picture painted!” cried |of an organ note. “I am he who al- | Olga as he paused with a questioning | ways arrives at the right moment. I smile on his thin Ips. |come from everywhere—from nowhere. At her erv the artist hurried in, then | I,’ laying the tip of his long forefinger | fhalted in amaze at sight of the unex- | solemnly on Olga’s forehead, “I am pected, unrecognized guest, | HERB!" | “How do you do? sala the Devil, | She shrank back In horror, the touch | holding out his hand. “You don't seem | seeming to burn into her very brain. to remember me. We met at Monte| “I am coming to the ball at your Carlo last vear, You had sted your house to-night,” he went on more last coin and lost. I offered you a/iightly. ‘I am coming to see the wo- handful of gold. You hesitated—aecept- {man Karl 1s to ruin himself by marry- ed—played again ing, An artist should never marry, His wife swears at the altar to stand ever | by his side, But Instead she only stands | in his way. A wife is like a single eye- glass, It jooks very nice, but one ts better off Without It.” “Not the real wife,” protested Olga. | “The real wife,” answered the Devil, | ‘4s always the other man's wife.” He was kneeling on the pulplt-backed | chair, Karl and Olga, wondering, atood | “Yes—I—I remember," faltere§ Kar! “You were the generous stranger who”— “Don't mention {t. I called to-day. You were not In. I took a little nap in that chair and’— “No!” panted Olga, “Karl, it ts not true, That chalr was empty when I came in here. I remember, because r— jon either side of {t. The scene was an cmphen,” intermapted the Devil with a|wnoonsclous travesty on the attitude of tolerant smile, “I was doubtless mis- | an and woman standing before priest taken.” ‘and altar to be martial. The Idea oc- “[ forget your name” sald Karl, |curred to the Devil; for, looking from breaking the awinvand suence that fol- |one to the other, he observed: lowed. y “What a splpendid couple vou two |would make! You, Karl, with your CHAPTER II. talent and youth, You, madame, wit) Cori me any name,” suggested | your beauty, your longing. And Kar! the Devil, “I have many names | loves you.” | and many homes, Dr, Miller !s| “You wrong Karl,” broke in Olga be- as good a name es any, I suppose I fore the artist could speak. “You wrong ought to take my hat and cut ahort an our friendship !f vou belleye him capa- unwelcome visit, But I"— | ble of one base thought.” “You speak as {f you had trapped us!"’| “A base thought?” echoed the Devil, | broke in Karl angrily, “'I1!)— |rising in the chair and looking down | “No, no! I shall remain to prove that /on them like a pulpited preacher at a I guspect nothing.” \congregation. while the firelight cast a Olga, not trusting herself to sp@k, | weird ted eleam across his saturnine enatched up her discarded waist and ran face, “A base thought? No. A great {nto the studio to put {It on, thought. A thought that brings warmth “Pretty woman!” observed the Devil /and nappiness and ight into your! as she departed. “Pity she doesn’t love | wretched little lives. Happiness has Its her husband. Beautiful shoulders, too. | price, And vou misers must pay it. Tho Only one sculptor could model them— drunkard dies of drink. That {s the the famous sculptor, ‘Good Living.’ She | price he pays. But while he {gs drunk is @ long time dressing, She myst be | the angels are not happier than he. It} very respectable, If she takes so long | {sq coward’s bravery that shrinks from a time before her looking glass, She"— jwine, song and love. ‘The amallest can- “Your remarks are in bad taste!” ob- | die is not afrald to burn away its own jected Karl angrily. “She"— life for the sake of warmth and light | His eyes met Mimi's. In the grip of | | fright she could not explain, the gin j sped to the door and out Into the gath- | ,ering night. | “My boy.” sighed the Devi! with comic disgust, "do vou think you're wise to, be suoh @ fool?’ “You don't understand!” exclaimed Karl, ‘T've seen Olga nearly every day for years. And afternoon I never even thought until your horrible suggestion that"— | “Listen!” the Devil Interrupted com: mandingly. "She ts vor Phink what | that means! The most supreme hapo!- | ness of vour whole Ife. Why, any other man would risk life and soul for such a glorious prize, And she is ready | to fall Into your arms for the asking!” "“T suppose that's why I don't speak the word.” sald Karl dreamily. as it to himself, ‘When one has but te “One day last year,” {nterrupted Devfl {rrelevantly. "I found a gold sov- erelgn in the pocket of one nf my old waistcoats. I had not known It was there. As I was looking at It in no| great interest the coin slipned through | my fingers and fell to the floor, At| once I went down on my knees and | \f, for Instance, another man takes it from you?” “Who would take her from me?” |lay siege to her heart. | sand vears I've seen no loveller woman. | She will be well worth making love to,” himeelf forth in the’ most telling light. As I see the part, The Devil | might easily be made the occasion for a histrion{e tour de force that would give the actor much reclame, But I think that an almost inevitable re sult of such an attempt would be rather more fame for the individual player than success for the entertalnment as a whole—or, for that mat- lor, real enjoyment on the part of the theatre-going public. Tn all this I am gulded to @ very large extent not merely by my own ideas, but by the experience the play has had in various Continental cities. Where the thought has been to adcentuate the humorous and lighter sida there has been a far higher degree of success, so I have been authoritatively told, than where (as was the case in one Instance) the more serious side was emphasized. In this single cage, I may add, the conception was quickly . 1 Nghtened, and instantly there followed just such a’ notable popular success | as was scored in Budapest and Vienna. OO rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnrrrnmnnsr rrr “I am HERE," touching Karl's fore- “How did you know I am to marr: head with his finger. “She 1s beauti- ¢ Karl?" ful’ he went on, “She’—— "I didn't say ‘marr; corrected the "No! Nol shouted Kari furlously, | Devil; I sala ‘hecome engaged.’ You “She and I are good friends. That ts | are not going to marry him.” all, TI don't want a—a ‘found soy- “You will see!” flared the girl, “Ig ereign!'"" L Karl proposes to me this evening’—— “Not even !f it slips from between “You will accept him. Byt you won't your fingers? asked the Devil, “If— marry him, I'm sorry, but you won't.” % “You are impertinent, even for a man of the world.” “Tam a man of many worlds,” re torted the Devil. “Why are you #9 eager to marry Karl?” “Whe demanded Karl fiercely, “yy “You? gasped the artist incredu-| “I love him,” she answered simply. | lously. “So does another woman. And her “Yes! To-night—at the dall—t ahall| Weapons are @tronger than yours, She | For ten thou- {has experienoe, cleverness~in fact. you ‘ have but one weapon stronger than hers.” “What ts that?” asked the girl in bewilderment. “Girlish innocence. The Strongest ‘weapon ever made, Against It even £ | am powerless, Now, go and dance with % Karl. He is coming to look for you. But remember: don't try to ape the arts ot @ woman. Be a natural GIRL.” “I've been looking everywhere for you!"’ exclaimed Karl, entertng the con- * carriage to sre If the occupants are/servatory. Then, noting the ohange In + she and I, You will look up at her|her manner, his eye fell on the Devil drawing room windows, wondering f./ who was strolling off among the palms, behind thelr curtains, ahe and i a) “Karl!” whispered Elsa, “'who tf that | laughing down Into your tortured face | man? ‘3 to laurhing down into your tortured face-/man? When he speaks to me I feel ae | “Hush! You are mad. “And when ste has learned to love me," sneered the Devil, “how wildly, how desperately, you will run tn search of the ‘sovereign’ you have lost, Every hour that passes, you will wonder If Tam making love to her, Every time you see me you will wonder if I am on my way to or from her house, You will see a couple driving past you in a carriage. You will rush after the Vv though a hot wi wee, dering miserably if {t was I who Rave] through nd’ were sweeping V°] through the rooms, leaving mo breath ft to her, You will pass the conserva-| 0), t tory where we. sit, at the @ance, to- night. You will hear us laugh, It) "A casual acqualntance who seeks to “You must ba very respectable, too," |The onlv object and end of life ts to sighed the Devil. “Only a respectable blaze. ‘To burn one's Saif up. to |man could be so stupid. Yes,” he went |Iike a torch and toss the fire about you. on, consulting his watch as Olga re- Your moralists tell you to love one an- | At first glance the being who had thus intruded on her privacy appeared |to be @ man of between thirty-five and \forty—tall, slender, clad in a conven- flame | jtlonal frock suit. A orimson carnation | turned to the room, “your husband will | other, Bah! Your grubby little earth In his Ddutten. hole supplied the one | be here in ten minutes, Karl was afrald |is not ripe for such holy love as that. polash of color to his dead black cos- | he would be here before you could come Don't be a fool. Be a rogue. But be a tume and dead white face. The face out of the studio, Rather awkward {f jolly rogue, And the world is yours. Look at me{ I own the eart seoret of life 1$—Love YOURSELE yourself, Kiss the sweetest lps. the wine of life—drink!”"— {itself was smooth shaven, clean cut and | he sheuld come and find the picture not jot an almost unearthly boauty, Yet in even begun. He !s jealous and”— sits dark, sombre eyes lurked a light | “Tf that Is a jest,” ex med Olga. | that seemed reflected from red flames, | it Is a very cruel ene, Why should An infinite wisdom and age smouldered | you look at us 0? Whv do vou try) yyypnotized by his wild words and jin thetr depths. The man’s whole being |to turn our most Innocent acts Into! compelling fyree, the artist and Olga Jeeemed to exhale @ sifangs aura of evil? I've scarcely known you five pad spellbound. Selging a wrist | Drink began to search for It, But I could not | find {t, The harder tt was to Mind the) more anxious I was to secure {t, At! first I had not especially valued it, Now that !t had slipped through mv fingers it became worth everything | me. I called my man servant to help ma hunt for It We looked till dark. | arm, tly took, 1 will be at you-at YOU! And"— “You fiend!” shrieked Karl, goaded to madness. Reeling to his feet he snatched the revolver from the table, and with rage-shaken hand levelled it t his tormentor, “Oalmly, the Devil tretched out one caught the artiste wrist and r vay the weapon. Then T began to suspect ha had found| aw ook away tie Meeniy, ap it and hidden {t. I accused him. He| toaching a lesson tos stunid alld grew angry. disrespectful and dented. 1| ‘you see now that any one may Ye tol was on the noint of striking im when | [#h enough, [0,,,1TaW & I saw a knifo gleam’ in his hand, 1| it & en drew my revolyer—so."’ pulling a pistol oT ER IV. “and was on the point CHAPTE from his nocket oy 7 a that I of shooting him dead. Yes, with this) gg AREN'T you puree insulted very revolver I almest murdered a man | OR ees for the sake of a sovereign I didn't eee iar Here a) AID need and hadn't missed. Just a found| The specker Wan Oe ea in the de sovereign.” 3’ house ry of the Hof “And you drew A revolver for a lost | Conserv nw bow secaent launned Jeaclili der lon the night of the ball. Above hor, ee you ao mush wer FHA In fauiliess evening dress, lounged the uerte: e Devil, laving the r Devil qusiies (the Dey Meine. tie Te “Phis conservatory was so full and standing over the o PR ae ment ani | we ca artist sat y 4 for Instance aves you, W ene US fk when you soon ourselves, you had insulted people right that quiet, polite fasitor 1 as by magic. You sald you to speak to me alone, What were jok have it to you world. the whole do you Who tell sent me t paned me? “Why t you to , mp Who" my “No ene seat me,” replied the Devil. | De | pose as my friend,” replied Karl with @ ightness he was far from faci. ing. "You are deantiful to-night, sa. There {8 something wonderful about your manner that I never noticed be- fore. A simplicity—a charr He paused and caught his breaty sharply, From the ballroom two pans ple were entering the co Olga and the D Olgs on his arm. He was bendl her, talking eageriy, yet in tpo low a tone for Karl to overhear. The artist's Jealousy leaped up like a forest fire The Devtl's words of the afternoon re turned to his memory with new ing to make Karl's mean. Was this stranger reatly daring led love new-k a swept away in @ torter. of jealous lerath He listened to Elsa perfunctorily and answered at random. + and eyes were all fi couple, who ated the (ar end 3 ears nad se, themselves at I offered to about you to-d make an odd wager the Devil » Wager L could madame, was saying, “I offered (Continued on Last Pega) et cn eee