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The Evening World Daily Looe, LET'S GO uP oN THE BALLOON ——" ONLY 10 CE “The Mollusc’’ An Idle Play for Idle People. 10 CENT, 77 TAKE A TRIP To! | \ THE CLOUDS— / Magazine, Wednesday, Sept The Million Dollar Kid -- -- -- By R.W.Taytor ; —— = aes a IM GLAD You 7S NTs! \ \ Ir MAY dl 3! BY CHARLES DARNTON. | { OW well Charles Frohman understands the playwotng appetite! There we| Were on the first day of the firet ‘r month, and there was Mr. Froh- man handing us our first oyster. “Let me offer you ‘The Mollusc’ In | celebration of this festive occasion,” Mr, Frohman seemed to say from the | Septh ef his programnre, and forthwith he served us with a most appetizing { Mingtieh comedienne on the half shell—if any one can imagine fies Alexandra Carlisle making herself comfortable on a little thing like that. To appreciate fully the lazy charm of “The Mollusc’ one should aee It ' from @ hammook, for this dranratized sea-food by Hubert Henry Davies |x |essentiany an {dle play for tdle people. It will appeal most strongly to the lelsure claas of theatragoers, those who take the stage as they take their after-| hoon tea, with two lumps of sentiment, thank you, and no lemon. There waa nothing to disturb the audience at the Garrick Theatre last night once the comfortably upholstered) Miss Carlisle bad settled herself for the evening. If @ less deliciously In- dolent actress had been loafing on the Job of playing molluec-y Mrs, Baxter you might have felt lke throwing your) chair at her. She might have made you; tired. But Milas Carlisle didn’t, She; Gawdled delishefully. Her greatest | echievernent in the first act wes the rediscovery of «@ Latin ablative, which she declined as neatly ae she aid all other exertion. Everybody but Mrs. Baxter's brother watted on her hand-and-foot, the governess bringing her cushions for her beck and maga-| tines for her head, and her indulgent! husband finally adding the last touch | of slavery by carrying her downstairs. Miss Carlisle received these little at- tentions with charming selfishness. She knew just what to do—and that was nothing. It took her one whole act not to put flowers in vases, and another act not to go to @ picnic. Not an easy matter for an actress? Mo, indeed! But Miss Carlisle's beauty and charm car- ried out the large contract with the Above ail, she had a way of saying sily things and snaking DON'T RUN Away ep) Joseph Coyne as Tom Kemp. Alex- andra Carlisle as Mre, Baxter. utmost ease. them stick It Bernard Shaw had crea {ng all sorts of things into @lippery oyster with a lazy s ted Mrs. Baxter discerning people would be read- er to-day. For this molluse turned out to be a| * of humor and a trick of keeping her husband and the governess in order when she surprised him tn the act of “comforting” Miss Roberts. She went straight to bed and kept one or the other with her | all the time until the worst was over, | Nothing happened. Tho author took very good care of that. The Httle comedy refused to grow. Everything about Mrs. Baxter was against the Ameri- can spirit of “action,” but her brother, who had been to America, was there to represent our feelings in the matter. He id his best to “stir her up,” never realizing until the last :noment that ehe 4 was working In her own way to cure her husband of the governess habtt. | Look!, HERE Comes MR MONK IN AN CAPTIVE BALLOON WRIGHT ~ THERE'S ONLY Room FoR Two! Captive BALLOON | fon mis 19 ae | SUCH A BEAUTIFUL view, Looe) COME TAKE A RIDE IN MY AIRSHIP} 1°Q0T AHEAD OF Looe FoR ance! } Ripe IN AIRSHIPS! —Three— You guessed !t first by the twinkle In Miss Carlisle's eye. Of course the brother got the gov- @rness, And @ very nice governess she was, thanks to Miss Beatrica Forbes Robertson as well as to Mr. Davies, whose sympathetic knowledge of feml- nine character causes the suspicion that he may take cake and milk at eleven fn the morning. Miss Robertson put the governess on an artistic footing with the Mrs, Baxter of Miss Carlisle, She was a prize that Mr. Joseph Coyne de- werved to win. Mr. Coyne cane back to the Iand of tis beginnings all smiles. The audience welcomed him with beating hands, and he threw {t a kiss before taking up the trials of the brother. He had left his ol whimsical gelf behind in mustcal camedy. He was a brand new Coyne. There was a base note in his voice, a eerious purpose back of hia engaging amile. His little love scene with the gov- erness was as straight as a string, He lived down his “silly ass’ paet without @ struggle. But he did not take himpel? too seriously, This wae apparent when he thanked the audience on behalf of “The Manhattan Comedy Four.” Mr, Forest Robertson completed the clever quartet by making the husband funny mithout being altogether ridiculous, @ drab curtain-raiser called ‘The Likes o' Me’ Miss Doris Keane ry ae Mttle boy who talked to @ rich little boy. It all ended in para Ge feels about girls who indulge in cheap | Mise Keane knew her Cockney by heart and made the wretched lad an appeal- witticisms. The best way to do It {s) fng figure. The other youngster was capitally acted by Master George Clarke, | ‘° apeak to the girl you know best, | “The Mollusc’ proved equally light fare, but the audience swallowed it| *4 talk over the matter with her in a mith the pleased expression of the cat that met the canary more than half way, brotherly fashion, Slangy Girls. Deer Betty; HAVE several gin friends whom I) respect and admire, One of them is| a very witty girl, but lately uses slangy expressions. Two or three of her friende—also friends of mine-are be ginning to imitate her, thinking, I sup- pose, they ought to command some of the laughs that are going round, In thelr anxiety to be funny they say all sorta of things, some funny, some silly, and some with double meanings. Of! course, they don’t do it intentionally, | but it seems to me they don’t stop to) think, Would you advise me to speak| to them, or do you think I ought to| mind my own business? What I don't/ Ite fo that they will throw themselves open to insult. I’m sure if I had a sls- ter I'd feel very bad if she acted that way. I have known these girls for a number of years and have enjoyed my- aelt vary muoh while in their society. If you think I might speak to them, per- haps you could tell me how to go about it In a nice way, I wouldn't hurt their) feelings for anything. A.B, T do not think any of the girls would resent your telling them how a man wo ATT qi Ht LJ Beatrice Forbes Robertson as Miss Roberts. Forest Robineon as Baxter, Make her see thi Betty Vincent’s Advice on C Instead of gaining the admiration of Men by such behavior she and her friends are sure to lose it, for no nice man admires slangy vulgarity in a wom- If you go about it in the right way and do not seem to be preaching to them—for this any girl would re sent—I am sure they will thank you for making them ses thelr behavior In Ite true Ught new-fangled arithmetic they are now learnin’ our boys." During « trip to Boston he sprang that bewhiskered ohestnut upon his eight-year-old grand- won: “What is the difference in weight between six dosen dozen pounds of gold and half a dozen dozen pounds of feathers?” He says that {n his aahoo! days ‘everybody knew that a pound was a pound the world over, but his little grand- son, who 1s aa bright as a dollar on any other subject, jabbered about a, b, ¢ being equal to the weight of gold, and x, y, x the welght of feathers, while k, multiplied by g, would represent the difference." Grandfather Jones says he would like sonte of our smart mathematicians to tell him the difference between Pores JONES takes occasion to say that “he don’t take no stock in the ourtship and Marriage Youthful Lovers. Dear Hetty: | | AM euhteen ana have good habits. I have saved $300 and am earning {12 a week. I am engaged to & young lady of my age. We think It will be difficult to get along on my anid alone, but don't you think we ou! manage @0¢: ot t aubstantiat alse of salary in the neat future, but wish to married now. Do you advise us to marry? B. F, Your salary {s not only much too small to support a wife, but you both are entirely too young to think of gat- teat Tenot capanie’ be en kecine gt eof choosiny c tner. The ind of girl you Cink Ou love now would not in sil probability Inspire your love at twenty-five. Wait u you have matured before taking 80 Berlous a step. you and your fiancee married now you might regre: {nla few years that your youthful love affair culminated In matrimony, Her Proposal Refused, Dear Betty: AM @ young girl of eighteen and oharming, I am told by all, and think so myself. Recently I pro- posed to @ young man, put he did not goeipt my proposal, dndly tell_me why DISAPPOINTED, A @irl who takes advantage of ¢) leap year oustom and proposes to a man should expect nothing more than a refusal, If a man loves you and wants you for his wife he will tell you with- out waiting for you to firm profess your love, six dozen dozen pounds of gold and half a dozen doen pounds of feathers. ae ad o* a ember 2, OF000 000 00000 G00000 000000 0000000000000 000000000. Monologues of -- By Clarence L. Cullen, Author of “Tales of Ba-Tanke," Y 19035; Mixologist |No. 23.—Pretty Putty- ish, That Dollar-a- Word Dicker, eh, Angel | Faces ? HE more I think about those elght bits per word that Teddy's going to Jerk down for hi Jungle Jottings the softer for hint It looks to me. If he'd got that per word rate for 1 dential messages | CLARENCE-LCULLEN that seeped into the sporting page after chasing the latest novelties in trunk mumiers end Hammrestein inter- views over Into the beef-on-the-hoof- @t-Ohicago and Tom-Lawson-says-do-lt- ce the taundry package of ten- twent.-thirt, Broadway tragedian out some of his Presi-| ting to pay your booze bill, Cling their 3, Hancocks to the articles, to atipulate that the strangle hold on the thessures was te be barred, the anchor nurse out eut end no wording in the clinches or in the breakaway. Can you se the oush climbing around the point of T. R's pen with that dol- dem all gigned wt “The Rhodesian rabbit,” he writes, “ta tuntamentaly and inherently and congenitally opposed to race suicide, Which ought to be @ source of shame @nd chagrin to Amerioan malefectors |ot great wealth, who by their perni- clous example conspire and militate against the magnification of the United States census reports,” Get that? There's forty-six words (count ‘em—forty-lx), and forty-six bones ‘hoed in just as easy aa forget- Teddy | could look out of the window, or play & matoh game of diabolo with the French Ambassador, or initlate two or threa new ones into the Anantas Clut, while writing forty-six worts Ifke that with one hand tiled behind his back, and there's that draw-~town of forty- mow section, he’d have a bundle that | aix ‘moks waiting for him whenever he would make Rockefellers savings Jook | drops in upon the oashier and orders | him to come across, of work, Hight die tw a tot ef money for just one teeny-weeny word, and wonting {sy 4 kind of work that Mr, Taft's padrone would rather do even than Play tennis With somebody that's easy or walk an intimate, fragile-tramed friend elghteen miles over @ rocky country with him on & snow-emitten, biizzardiy day, I won- der if the gublishers of the Nimrod | Notes have made any arrangement to | beet the hook on Theodore when his Wordfulness threatens to eat up the “Easy Chair’ space in the back part of the magusine and then diminish the ads of the correspondence schools and union sfeve underwear and insured sooks and mail-order smokes from full-page only be heard with an ear-trumpet, Because !f the magazine peaple have Dut thelr monakers to @ contract that's folng to separate them from one plece- of-etght for every word that Teddy hurls out of his @iaphragm when he gets back from his punitive expedition against the Congo catamounts and Li- berian Hons and Abyasinian agoutis and Goudanese enipes and Zambes! zebras and things, I can detect a thuddy noise right now that latens to me like a firm of publishers golng into the hands of the recetvers. Maybe, though, the pub- Ushers were foxy enough, before sten- Home Hints For Busy Housewives. Vegetable Salad, LICE one cucumber and six ripe tomaltoes, Chop two green peppers fine. Make a dressing of four tablespoonfuls of ofl, one teaspoonful of paprika, @ scant tablespoontul of salt and one ouptul of vinegar. Pour over tomatoes and cucumbers. Keep in {ce- box until served. To Remove Sunburn. the burned surface with B ATHE cream and dust thickly with ordinary powdered staroh, letting ‘both cream and starch remain on over night, In the morning remove the starch wit! more oold cream, wiping off with a soft towel, Boll Castor Oil. HEN you buy castor ofl, always pour {t all into @ small pan and put on stove and boll for a few ninutes, Pour back into bottle and cork tight and {t !8 ready for use, You will find there will be no stomach cramps and pains after it Je taken. ueaka {nto one-inch whispers that can | Slapping the Jungle Cat, “Oreeping in upon the Numidlan leop- ard, which I found fast asleep on top of & good-natured crocodile's back,” Teddy goes on pen-spinning, “I sure veyed! his magnificent pelt—the finest, the black guldes assured me in thelr own tongue, that they had ever come upon—and I was just about to draw & | careful bead upon his nigh ear when Abernathy, my hunting companion from Oklahoma, desiring to preserve the leopard's skin Intact and unpunctured, uttered a low whistle of caution, where- | upon I dropped my rifle, and Abernathy, catapulting himself upon the great beast, which awoke at that stant, tore the animal's jaws apart with his naked fin- gers and a loud, sundering report and then proceeded to slap the writhing | Jungle cat to death with ¢he palms of his hands."" A hundred and thirty-one beans earned right there, counting hyphenated words separately, and Teddy could sift out @ Uttle tagot of language like that while scribbling a “Dear Bellamy" letter with the other hand or while addressing the spinsters of the Mothers’ Congress on the duty they owed to the nation In ieee matter of seeing that thelr names |are prolifically represented at the polls |twenty-one years from date, |, Pretty soft for T. R., I call it, when he can word In the dollar-per dust as easy as all that. When he gets through writing his Journeyings of a Jungle Jaunter, though, he’s liable to be as |beguiled as any of the rest of the de- spicable kale-hoarders he's been spea ing all this long time past, and whi he going to do when he finds himeel? with one of those T. Ryan rolls and eeceay to blame but himself? A Revelation of New York Society “They don’t really mean to be rude, she explained; ‘they're only children.” Then, detecting the glimmering emile fn Gelwyn's eyes. “But perhaps you wouldn't mind telling us who you are, because we all would like to know, croppers. You see, don’t yout” “I see,” nodded Selwyn; ‘it's a pretty stiff hunting country, ian’t it?” “Yes, it 1s. There's wire, you know,” volunteered the girl Drina, rubbing the) bruises on her plump shins. The Evening World will carry ite eerial etory on thie page and in thie position every day. It will be alwaye practically of the same eldest, had forgotten except as that $O5$0O4-O000004-00000000004 One by one the other children came| In schoolroom,” observed Billy, forward to greet this promising new) carelessly, ‘Come on, Unole Phillp, uncle whom the younger among them | we'll have a first class drag-hunt de-| had never seen, and whom Drina, the! fore we unlock the schoolroom and let them out." “Anyway, they can brew tea there if fabled warrior of legendary exploits Secon He Wo tor Sine with hla ‘te Pretty good fox—only she im't enough| to entertain me, you know.” | uy. t infer.” observed Selwyn bland!) made notes enough,” sald Billy, calmly | vrei tamy Austin Gores, ii afraid of us to run away very fast.| “An uncle!” repeated Drina that your father and mother are nol’ “We'll probably be punished, anyway eetring atthe finds the chiMiren | Won't you sft down? Our mother is} “Our Uncle? echoed Billy, ‘You, at home. Perhaps I'd better stop io el NRO aa wall Raa ac iis Bikdient fox Bunting the cat, not at home, but we ai are not our soldier uncle, are you?! later.’ “Yes, added Drina, “we'are going “Would you really like to have me|You are not our Uncle Philip, are you are going to stay here, to make all the nolse we can while 3 (Copyright, 1908, by D. Appleton & Co.) | stay?” asked Selwyn. you?” you?’ exclaimed Drina in dis! we have the opportunity, Billy, is “Well,” admitted Drina frankly, “‘ot|} "It amounts io that," admttted Sel-) may “Don't you expect to tell Us everything ready?’ £ course we can’t tell yet how interest-| wyn. ‘‘is |t all right?” stories? Don't you expect to stay her@, And hefore Selwyn understood prr- CHAPTER I. tng you are because we don't know| There was a dead silence, broken| and live with us and put on your unl) olgely what was happe ound you, We are trying to be polite’—| abruptly by Billy: “Where Is your! form for us and show us your @words, aimcelt in the centre il His Own People. and, in @ fierce whisper, turning on the| sword, then?” and pistols? Don't you?" PuAle Paelne Children ahd RARE (Continued.) smaller of the boye—"Winthrop! take| “At the hotel. Would you like to s “We have walted « A very Ione: and round hin they tore. Billy yelled Aisontang!ing your finger out of your mouth and| ‘t, Billy?” time for you go do th added BUly for the hurdies and Josephine knocked Seen Gredren, stop staring at guests! Billy you| Tho five children drow a step nearer,| “If you'll come up to the nursery oer some chairs and dragged then themselves from the heap, rose to! make him behave himself,” inapecting him with merciless candor.) we'll have @ drag-hunt for you," goposs the course of the route; and , eontront the visitor; the shocked! ‘ne piond-haired M. F, H. reached| "Is {t all right?’ asked Selwyn| pleaded Drina. “Everybody {x out of over them. le ped and scrambled. chi man, Dawson, attempted to speak | tor his younger brother; the infant again, smilingly uneasy under the| the house and we can make as much qren and puppies, splicing the ait again, but Selwyn's raised hand quieted | guipyt avolded him and aullenly with-|concentrated scrutiny. ‘How about {t, noim as we please! Will you? “with that same quality of which fim. drew the sucked finger but not hts fas-| Drina? Shall we shake hands?” “laven't you any governesses of hag yreeted nim upon his entrance to a ‘The small boy with the blond hatr! oinated gaze. Drina spoke at last: ‘‘Ye-es,” she sald | nurses or something?” asked Selwyn, ple sistar's house s stepped forward and dragged several! + want to know who he i he! slowly, "IT think it {s all right to shake| finding himself already on the stalt- When there was no more breath [oft dogs from the vicinity of Selwyn's/is56q tn a loud aside. hands.” She took a step forward, wav. and still be the chil n the dogs lay shine. “So do I." admitted a tiny maid in. stretching out he- hand “Our governess { eh i DANE ap “This {8 the Shallowbrook hunt." he| stickout skirts. Selwyn stooped; she lad her right triumphauily, “and our nurses can du vag iy eee of explained; "I am Master of Hounds; Dring dropped the cat, swept the| hand across his, hesitated, looked up nothing with us PNGRAL et chaaxelainad wna de My sister Drina, there, !s one of the) curly hair from her eyes, and stood fearlessly, and then raising herself, ‘I don't doubt it." murmured gout ealadialan calc Wow a wiil om aise. This will make it convenient for the reader to cut out the inetal- ments and pin them together for GTMOPETS CF FIRST INSTALMENT. whose wife loved Jack ven, itted to divor Rice eed bas to pf ‘with neither foraae ie Whips. Part of the game {s to fall town \ arther and preiend we've come cohen LENE IIOT Wry y “Dxactly," agreed Selwyn; ‘bad thing, wire. Your whips should warn you.” The big black cat, horribly bored by the proceedings, had settled down on ® hall seat, keeping one disdainful yel- low eye on the dogs. “All the eame, we had a pretty good run,” sald Drina, taking the cat into her arms and seating herself on the cushions; ‘didn’t we, Kit-Ki?’ And, turning to Selwyn, “Kit-Ki makes a up very etraight in her kilte and bare on tiptoe, placed both arms upen hid wyn “womevedy miu Rave loaned Lien 4! eae! but we are not going to be illbred enough to ask.” Their direct expectant gaze slightly embarrassed him; he laughed a |ittle, but there was no response from them. “Well,” he said, ‘as a matter of fact) and record, I am a sort of relative of yours—a species of avuncular relation.” “What is that?’ asked Drina coldly | “That'’ said Selwyn, “means that I'm more or less of an uncle to you. Hope you don’t mind. You don't have) TTT nmr naem| Seek offering ney lips, plilibe | vee i whose name end fame had become ‘cherished classics of their nursery, And now children and doge clustered | amicably around him; under foot tatls| they are lonely," added Drina, usher- ing Selwyn into the big sunny nur- sery, where he etood, Irreaolute, look- ing about him, aware he was connty- wagsed, noses sniffed; playful puppy) !ng at open mutiny. From somewhere teeth tweaked at his coat-skirts; and| on the floor above persistent hammer- in front and at either hand eager,| Ing and muffled appeals satisfied him flushed Ilttle faces were upturned to nis, shy hands sought ihis and nestled confidently Into the hollow of his palms or took firm proprietary hold) ot sleeve and coat. “but where are they as to the location and indignation of| the ‘wehoolroom prisoners | “You ought to let them out,” he said. | You'll surely be punished." i “We will let them out after we've please do something for ours “Cartalaly. .' eitid Balwyd. leaking about -- THE YOUNGER SET -- him vagualy; “shall w or shall I read to you—er—out of thet big pioture-book’’— “Ploture-book!"" repeated Billy with to ri Your're a aokiier, you know, Soldiers have real stories to tell.” “L gee," he sald meekly, to tell you about-—our mitesjonaries iy Sulu?” “In the first place,” began Drina, “you | are to lie down flat on the floor end} seep about and show us how the Moros wriggly through the gi to bolo our sentinels.” “Why, {t’s—tt's this way,” began Sal- wyn, leaning back In his rocking-chair and comfortably crossing one knee over the other, ‘for instance, suppose”’—— “Oh, but you must show us!” Inter rupted Billy. ‘Get down on the floor please, uncle.” “L can tell {t better!’ protested Sel- wyn; “T can show you just the’— "Please Iie down and show us how they wriggle?” begged Drina | "L don't want to get down on tho scorn; “that's good enough for nurses| hair and the white ourve of a youthful 4. ‘What am J/out into the haltway, and began ad- ¢ O>-4. By Robert Fightin, jatio- | faction, looked around at the sudden rustle of skirts to catch a glimpse of a vanishing figure-a glimmer of ruddy face, half-buried In a muff. Mortified, he got to his feet, glance Jusung his attire. “No, you don’t!" he sald mildly,''T de- cline to perform again, If you want any more wriggling you must acoom- pilsh it yourselves. Drina, has your "No," eald the child; “and won't you ease crawl across the floor and bole; Just ones more?” “Bolo me!” insisted Billy, been mangled yet!” “Lat Billy assassinate gomebody him- self. And, by the way, Drina, are there! any maids or nurses ot servants 1a thla| remarkable house who occasionaly wear copper-tinted hair and black fox furs?’ | “No, Etleen does. Won't you please wriggiet"— “Who ts Eileen?” “I haven't he sald feebly; ‘is {t necessary?” t they had already discovered that he could be bullied, and they had it wn way, and presently Selwyn prone upon the nursery floor, im- personating a ladrone while pleasant shivers chased themselves over rina, whom he was stalking And it was whtie all were passton- ipon the pleasing und gress of thelr uncle that nursery as she passed amazed and halted § Up rumpled and cresa legged on the Moor, after having doled Selwyn “Efleen?: Why—don’t you Imow who leon ie?” v began Capt. Selwyn, when a delighted shout from the chil- dren swung him toward the door again, His sister, Mra, Gocard, stoed there in| carriage gown and sables, radiant with | surpril “Phil! You! Exactly lke you, Philip, to come strolling tn from the antipodes fear fellow! recovertag ffom the fraternal embrace and holding both lapels of his coat in her gloved hands. Six years!” she sald again and again, tenderly reproachful; “Alexandrine waa &@ baby of six—Drina, child, do you | tomember ‘ad brother—do you remem- W. Chambers, Author of ‘‘The Firing Line” and ‘A 8 Chance.” ber your Uncle Philip? She doesn’t re- member you; you can’t expect her to recollect; she ls only twelve, Phil”) — ‘I remember one thing,” observed Drina serenely. Brother and aster turned toward her in pride and delight; and the child went on: “My Aunt Alize; I remember her, She was oo pretty,” concluded Drina, nodding thoughtfully tm the effort to re- member more; “Uncle Philip, where ts she now?" But her uncle seemed to have lost his voice as well ag his color, and Mrs, Gerard's gloved fingers tightened on the lapele of his coat. “Drina—ohild"— she faltered; but Drina, immersed tn reflection, smiled dreamily, “So pretty,” she murmured; “1 remember my Aunt Alixe’— "Drina!” repeated her mother sharply, “go anf find Bridget this minute!” Belwyn's hesitating hand sought his mustache; he Ufted his eyes—the steady gray eyes, alightly bloodshot—to is qdater’s Aistressed face. “I never dreamed”—she began—“the onild has never spoken of—of her from that dime to thie! I never dreamed she could remember"— "1 don’t understand what you ere talking about, mother,” eaid Drina; but her pretty mother caught her by the shoulders, striving to apeak lightly. “Where in the world t# Bridget, child? Where ts Katie? And what ts all this I hear from Dawson? It can't bs posstbie that you have been fox-hunting all over the house again! Your nurse, know perivetly well that you are not to lew anywhere except In your own nursery.’ “T know ft," sald Drina, ‘but Kit-K! got out and ran downstairs. We had ‘0 follow her, you know, until she went to earth.” “To Be Continued.) A ann i aR RT NRT t 4 |