The evening world. Newspaper, September 7, 1908, Page 11

' | ol wild fling, She never suggested the fun of the thing. “Diana of Dobson's’ More Shopworn dhan Shopgirtish, p. BY CHARLES DARNTON 2 De of Dobson's,” at the to show that one manager could make first act that Miss Cicely H “romantic comedy” not the play for American audie earlier it became apparent that Miss Carlotta Nillson was not the title role, “Diana of Dobson’ Savoy Theatre on Saturday night, only went vo mal Any one could ‘lton's drearily British ce, and even ctress for the the see after was an soon betrayed the fact that it was more shopworn than ehopgiriish. The* s tendefey © Soclalistic sort was chiefly responsible for bringing the play to dismal fail Miss Hamiltoh would have done well to inject some of the briskness of beloved siffragette movement into her play, Instead, she secmed a Bernard Shaw in petticoats—without that lively Soclatist's brilllancy, but with his incorrigible habit of voicing id through converaationally inclined haracters. “The gr American play” {9 no less fllusive than the great, “\abor play.” The authors who have tried thelr hand at ft would make a fair sized Labor Day parade lish playwrights seem partto terested in the subject—and it's not a bad sign of the es, Shaw tried to show the position of the laborer in “Major Barbara,” but his dialectics merely went head. Charles to one Rann Kennedy !n “The Servant in the House" managed to reach the heart, If not the head, Miss Hamilton falls to do elther, because she knows a great deal less about playwriting than about tabor—and she seems to have a rather gy idea of both. Worse s she turns the labor question {nto senti- mental nonsense, Unfoctunately for the English author, \ “Girls” had taken the first blush off 2 undressing an the five lit-| tle beds in the dasmitory of the drap- | ers shop, and so while there was ordinary human {nterest in the corset- | cene oe ans | Carlotta Nillson as Diana Massing- berd, cover acting of Miss Beatrice More- | land, Miss Mildred Morris and other “assistants,” Miss Nillson's bare-armed defiance of Dobson's forewoman, and she w Dodson establishment, for that matter, sounded more “temperamen.- | Yat" than courageous. Diana had received a legacy of £30), and she was going| 10 leave her little bed in the morning to be a “lady” as long as the money lasted. | If those five littl first act, Mr, Fre man snored vigoro: beds had been distributed among tho audience after the n would doubtless have made some lifelong friends. One ly in his orchestra chair, but his rest was broken by & distressed compani 0 nudged him from time to time, and whispered: ‘Wake up! Here comes something.” F How any ono could sleep through Miss Ffolllott Paget's acting was a mys- tery. Miss Paget hammered away at the part of a British matron who believed Diana to be a rich widow and was bent upon capturing ‘Mrs.’ Massingberd for her nephew, Capt. the Hon. Victor Bretherton. Diana was climbing the so- celal Alps in Switzeriand, and Capt. Bretherton, who was stammering through Hfe on £600 a year, thought her worth while. To make this clear to the audi- ence, his nolsy aunt hummed the “Merry Widow” waltz, Help! Diana got part of her money’s worth by turning down an offer of marriage from a self-made and self-satisfied merchant in whose shop she had once worked. Incidentally she told him what she thought of employers who get rich at the expense of their poorly pald employees. Then, just as she was going to) pack her trunk and say good-by to her ‘‘one crowded hour of glorious life,” Capt. Bretherton stopped her to inquire whethor she thought she could put up _The Evening World Daily Magazine, : The Million Dollar Kid + NLL UNT SHAL ALB OH, MR. MONK! YouR da ed RUINED with him as a husband. But when she confessed she was only a penniless shop- | & PEDDDIHOTDIODGOOGI\ODHGQOGTLCTILEOAOGOTSOODOOOGHOOOOOIOOIIOOOS. eee pooR LITTLE DOCCIE! AND TAKE ‘You HOME WITH Me! NEw syit! i MyoT Do Me duty! i€ THAT CAN \ JAMES L SIVE You AWTH | NEVER MIND, CARRIE! TAKE THIS AND GET YOURSELF A NEW SUIT! Sas NEVER MIND, OLD PAL! GO AND BUY YOURSELF’ A NICE NEW CAR! G HAS my YoU UNGRATE FUL. PuP! 1 WISH THAD LET That OFFICER SHOOT You ! HEY! DON'T BITE ME’! Y aa eas a “AUy gy ‘S8 By R.W.T aylor DON'T SHOOT, OFFICER! HERE'S 41000 To SPARE my Dog! VEL KILL THAT MUTT! HE BUSTED ME TiRE! September OOOO O 00 COD 00000000 000K e e girl he complained that she had deceived him. While he was stammering indig- | @ t nantly, Diana took advantage of the opportunity to tell bim what sis thought ono ogues Or a 1XO Ogis oh vi et him. ‘They next met three months later upon the Thames embankment at 8 No, 25 of the Series, and bawl around about thelr hogging girl in her arms, but what did she mean o'clock on a foggy morning. The author brought them to the same bench. Both | Siete Pereemmer wie baad Glan |PLgonese ae road at a quarter past were carrying the banner of the unemployed. Capt. Bretherton was out at the Veg, Agatha We Just 5 rw | ' toes and Diana was out at the fingers. They were romantically poverty-stricken, | 4 ; drove ‘em ought to be boarded up In’ A shriveled little old man, packing @ mieiecatlenanincto eeeicined that he had token Diana's cruel words to heart,| Loathe Automobiles —| tho vastinado box for the rest of dbele goes and a rake and a hos—a gar. Bhe had told him he was useless, that he couldn't earn his living, He had been| Except When We're naturals, and a lot more B-flat enuncta-|dener, maybe, or some meh rouenyt af trying it for three months, She was right. He was n. g. Riding in’E tions lke that? caused us to fn sh ° our el In that moment they grew closer to each other, There was no longer any ng in Em. Different now, Dee-ctdedly different /°f three Inches In order to Rae eae social gulf between them—only a poor old woman who needed sleep. The gen- AYBB you, W, Dorothea, This being Presidential Staking him ae a yo Reine a tleman-hobo went on to say that he at!ll had his income. He didn't have it M remember| Year, and the open season for floppers,| but What right have thom tullbers oe with him, but he ‘borrowed a shilling from a “bobby” who had served under how 3 used| I've flopped. You can’t pan automo-|the working classes got, anyhow, him, and with it bought food and drink, Diana and he grew quite jolly as they swallowed their coffee and chewed their “doorsteps” (cockney for sandwiches). And then they took a walk. She had “played” rich and he had “played” poor, The author worked it both ways. “Romance” to Miss Hamilton is a very simple matt Miss Nillson tried very hard to enter into the lovely scheme, but everything was against her. She neither looked nor acted like a girl who would spend her little fortune in one She didn't seem to be having the time of her life in Switzerland, even when she had a chance to speak her mind. Miss Lena Ashwell probably did better in London. Miss Rose Stahl would do better in a better play of the same kind here, Miss Stahl has deviltry In her, Miss Nillson hasn't. Miss Nillson has won an enviable position on the stage by her unflinching | sincerity and her peculiarly sensitive interpretation of appealing, shrinking fem- | ininity, The submerged spirit of Mrs, Elvsted, the helpless pathos of Letty, and the unshaken patience of Rhy in “The Three of Us,” were all within her pow- rs, But Diana !s more than a crushed shopgtrl. She is a true sport—but Miss Nillson doesn’t put a drop of sporting blood into her veins, She makes you feal Miss Nillson’s work. | Mr. Richard Bennett played the stammering Bretherton surprisingly well. | the play itself. $F09O0000000000004 A Revelation of Netw York Society 1>9O040000> SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS, Capt. Philip Selwyn, whose wife Alixe had @tvorced him to marry Jack Ruthven, re- York to visi it his sister and) brother-in-law, Mr, and Mrs, Austin bi The family sonsists of @ ward, Elleen Er. | wake up Drina. cunning pajamas! darling, Austin, with his two white bears! corker! tin, He's a it roll, and four ohildrea, Selwyn has left the army. (Copyriaht, 1907, by Robert W. Chambers.) CHAPTER I. (Continued) His Own People. USTIN sald as they reached the nursery door: ‘Funny thing, | ought we to go away and leave Win- throp's thumb in his mouth?” “T gue: later he accomplished the office, leaned A he a feminine vanity—aimost pathetle, |Selmyn above thee tingle yn raed isn't it? * * * Don't make too much| alarm: nojse! * * © What do you think of that pair of legs, Phil?—and he's not yet five. * * * And I want to gpeak frankly; did you ever @nything to best that bunch of fants? Not @ cause they're and we happen to be your people’—he checked himself and the amile faded ag he laid his big ruddy Palsely, finds us in here when she comes from dinner, we'll both catch it |Come on; I'll turn off the light. Any-| see way, we ought to hav {n+ long ago; cure jin where,” own! In the hallway below they encoun- |tered a radiant and bewildering vision hand on Selwyn's shoulder~"“your swn | *¥alting them; Eileen, in all her, glory. | people, Phil. Do you understand?, “Wonderful!” said Gerard, patting the! © ¢ © And if I have not ventured to! Vision's rounded bare arm as he hurried say anything about—what has happened P*st—“‘fine gown! fine girl!—but I've got you understand that, too, don't you?/!® dress and so has Philip’— He You know I'm just as loyal to you as Meant well. Nina is—as {t {8 natural and fitting that, “DO you like {t, Captain Selwyn?’ your own people should be. Only a! ®ked the girl, turning to confront hin man finds it difficult to convey his<| ere he had halted. “Gerald isn’t! ees |coming and—I thought perhaps you'd “Don't say ‘sympathies! cut in| > Interested” — Selwyn nervously. “I wasn't going to, confound you! was going to say ‘sentiments.’ I'm) Unsaid. The formal, half-patronizing complt- | ment on his tongue's tip remained there He stood silent, CLARENCE.L CULLEN so that ravings like that? th to paw the dirt Ike @ he-moose at horn - shedding time whenever I started in to un- ravel about motor bugs and speed maniacs and auri- ferous automobil bums who thought they owned the| streets of this man's town, and how I wanted them all sentenced to Sing Sing or to the Florence Crittenton Miselon for life, and how I hankered to sprinkle powered glass on their peche Melbas . that Diana would put her legacy into her stocking instead of “blowing it In” on| appropriate death of cut-ups—and other that wasn't making the chickens and !@ month's spree. For the first time, too, affectation seems to have crept into ey could dle the Recollect how I used to shake da-da And look at that boy from some oth “But He's a wonder—honestly, Aus-, lighted. As for that Josephine kid she can !t was made by Letellier! [s there any | Shall have me on demand; I'll answer to! thing you don't like about it, Captain voice, whistle, or hand. * * * I say, Selwyn? Anything?’ othing,” he said solemnly; it didn’ elt cried the girl, “It looks {t, doesn’t !t? But with the bunched maulies at the phut- He behaved like a gentleman in distress, He was almost as stupid and colorless | phut phaetons as they reeked by here, " and how I'd bark and woof-woof at 'em, Look at her in her) derful lace, Of course, anybody would) understand what it means to ue; Geralg Oh, but she is a| know {t came straight from Paris of| doesn't, I'm sure. jestial region” —— de- “it is. as adorable as tho girl inside it, who I can get /t out without wak-| makes it look like a Parisian importa- ing him," whispered Gerard, A moment! tion from Paradise She colored enchantingly, and with down and drew the bed-covers closer to! pretty, grasped her hands to him: Ff “You are a dear, Captain Selwyn! Tf that trained terror, Miss! js my first ‘real dinner gown and I'm ‘quite mad about it; and somehow I wanted the family to share my mad-|Cept @ u: Nina will—she gave it that mean a lot to her.” She turned, jarling. Austin admires it,|her hand falling on hie sleeve. “You but you insisted on butting) too, of course, but he doesn't notice are among your own people, anyhow! such things very closely; and Geraid| isn't here. * ® * Thank you for letting "ess of his sister's words !'me show it to you before 1 go down.’’|Sounding in his ears all through the | She gave both his hands a friendly evening. They rang out clear and In- ness with me, © been dressed to me, the d frank impulse held out both It lttle shake and, glancing down at her) skirt in blissful consciousness of its/Mer; he heard them in the laughing) jy when it was {untrusted to them. own room, Later, while he stood at his dresser consiructing an immaculate knot in his white tle, Nina knocked. “Hurry, Phil! touched by | went In, Sorry 1 said anything. Go to the the faint under-ringing wistfulness in in each eye; deuce!” |!aughing voice that challenged his|terest did it. * * Selwyn did not even detgn to glance, opinion; and something within him ree around at him. “You big red-pepper! sponded In time: box,” he muttered affectionately, “you'll! “Your gown i ‘ ( Oh, your syp perfection, stepped backward into her | Confusion of youthful voices; they stole may I come in? * © * You ought to be downstairs wita us, you know. * * * And it was very sudden warm breeze eddying from a veet of you to be so nice to Hileen. {capricious fan, the mourning thrill of | the trenches be The child had tears in her eyes when I the violins emphasized the emphaals of Oh, just a sing’ amond drop pathy and in- Ink the child I misses her father on an occasion such |own room, until the monotony of their sands of officers and troopers; and as this—the beginning of a beauty; such won-|step out into the world. Men do not |him, fe—the first | bilists In front of me now without get-| ching along the motorists’ roads? ting @ rise to the bait that'll make you think a deep-sea manatee has munched the hook and has started to tow your catamaran to the Canary Islands, You don't have to write out the an- | swer and mail It to the Puzzle Depart- ment. It's easy. There's a reason. I'm almost an automobilist now myself, I am nearly going to own a car, And I am approximately going to drive It Trouble with you dill-lidded pedes- trians 1s that you don’t know how to walk. You go slouching along lke a lot of locoed ‘longshoremen, looking around for automobiles as if you're afrald to dle, when you sure ought to be juggins to It by this time that we've all got to die some time. You knookers of us motorists seem to think that we | want to hit you. But we don’t at all, | ke that, that I'm now a booster tor | Only, Keep fa Peed | your moccasins off the ground. We [the Durn-the-roads | Beelsebubs that 4on't want to iit you from the con- jown the bug barouches, but we nicked | crete for a quick cash-In, because that oft forty-two nautical knots an hour | gufe aisarranges the machinery and is down around Huntington last night in \wearing on the tires; but keep out of jan alr-oooled car, and I guess perhaps | ft that's all, I've noticed ever since I became an | automobillt—yes, Yolande, that was last Friday week—how you people mope We only missed by an elghth of an | along in the way of automobiles, trying inch a doddering old dame who was|to make us Jab you in the kidneys so doganing across the road with a little/that we'll get our gear all out of | the guinea hens along the road take to the fronded foliage, By C arence L. Cullen. orot “Tales of Ex-Tanks " ought to be at home in your hall rooms, practising your violin, or writ- ing letters to the Fudge editor, asking him how to succeed at literature and if babies teeth before or after they're Weaned, and why. ally saw an ignorant, crusty-temperdd gutomobile, I was in the automobile at the time. Y'see, his hat had blown ‘off, right in the middle of our path in upper Broadway, and he was stooping over to'pick it up, With” his back to us, When We gave him a@ litle pusi from the rear, severing, I believe, 4 couple of his suspender buttons. That elderly man was unreasonable enough to expect us to swerve fully [two or three feet from our trail just in jorder to permit him to pick up his | blown-down tent, and when he picked |himself up he positively da-da'd his ehacoed digits at ug—sucn peevisiness, ‘the idea! He had no right to allow hia hat to blow off, but when it did he ought to've let it stay where it was, for the hat wouldn't have interfered With automobile traffic, and he did, We motorists observe that women, particularly, become perturbed and petulant when, in grazing them, wo | happen to remove a little passementerio or V-yoking or something from thelr attire, and we sure do lament their in- consideration, Iseult, How's that? Oh, well, you can can that casting up, Carlos. Maybe I did say, away back a couple of weeks avo, that I'd’ nevar seen an automobilist that wore a hat bigger than a four and |three-elghths. But that was before ‘got the yell-yen to own an automobile, whack, when, a8 @ matter of fact, you Why, a@ couple of days ago 1 actus | middle-aged man shake his fist at an | Just | | ODOUDO0UK ¥ ete Joseph 2 O vou know—a man, or a woman, vy i child who can get up a new riddle, or work off.an old one; (nat has been sponged and pressed, #0 the gotelt-cheap and the 8 hiny look doesn't squeal on you} you spring It, ts @ public bene- I's the truth, The other day I was perusing a book called "Verse." ‘This verse was. bullt | Y one of our foremost architects of | the modern lyric, and [ shut the thing | up, and I lafd the thing down, and 1 | eaid: “When is @ poet NOT a poet?” Answer: “About nine-tenths of the tim Uproarous laughter! | Then I tried it again. | Why is Russia like a orape-fruit? | Because it has very bvitter Jews! in it, | Cries of, “Ain't It awful, Mabel?” and “Hire a hall!” from the crowd, When is an airship not an air.) ship? When it's a wreck. Mirth, here, should be tactfully subs when fact dued. Tho riddle is—l know—wildly funny—ungovernably funny, but very | bolsterous laughter would not be} | counted as de rigueur at this point. The audience is requested NOT to laugh Im- | moderately | ‘Those who are not prepared to be! lyadles and gentlemen may leave their | sents. 2t Me resume: Why is Elinor Glyn like a quar- ter? i} Answer: She won't last but a wine ret having to pause again, but {+ demonstrations are bordering on the | unseemly, | Question—Why ts William nings Bryan? Answer—He isn't. Jen- Though your riddles may not be as ravishingly funny as my own, do not) despair, | We cannot all be Thucydideses, nor | % © H, yes, vou know her just as, well as you know vour own} name! | She's the woman who drags her child along the street by one arm and you have to hold your! | breath and lock the other way for fear| | the arin will come out of the socket. | | She's the woman who Invariably says | spring and fall as if she had HYDRO- PHOBIA, | She's the woman who Invarlably says | the meanest thing she can think of to| you as a matter of DUTY, narticilarly | |4@ you are another woman and It con- | cerns your looks. She's the woman whose REI” | affects her Ike PRICKLY HBAT—and | who says THE ARMY CANTEEN! | SHOULD BE FILLED WITH WATER | She's the woman whose soul under a microscope in the laboratory of Dr. Baraduc would appear as an infinites!- mally small spatter of grey-green, with | dark red spots in It. | But GIVE HER TIME! | GIVE HER TIME, | Nobody would ever think to see a it- | tle mean hard acorn that after a while) you'd find a great generous oak grown lout of it, and everybody grateful. | He turned on the electricity, shrank I've been watcning | from it, extinguished it. And for a her, and I know the shadow of that |long time he sat there in the darkness dreadful tragedy falls on her more often |of early rrorning, his unfilled pipe |than Austin and I are aware of. * * *|clutched In His nerveless hand. I fix that tle for you, dear? \¢ © © Certainly I can; Austin won't let @ man touch him. * * * There, Phil. * © © Walt! * * © Now, If you} are decently grateful you'll tell me I} look well. Do I? Really? Nonsense, I ale and knot together the loosened don’t look twenty; but—say It, Ppil., Ah, threads which represented tna unfinished record that ‘his race had woven into the social fabric of the CHAPTER II, A Dream Ends. © pick up once more and tighten jthat clever maid of mine knows some secrets—never mind!—but Drina thinks |I'm a beauty, * * * Come, dear; and} metropolls was merely an automatic \thank you for being kind to Bileen. | matter for Selwyn. One's own kin counts so much In this! His own people had always been world. And when a gir! ‘nas none, ex- | Among the makers of that fabric. Into less brother, little things lke part of !ts vast and intricate pattern they had woven an | honorable record—chronicles of births and aeath and marriages, a plain mem- His own people! The impatient tender | orandum of plain living, and uprignt had be@n.| dealing with thelr fellow men, {ture they had performed, not seeking jit, not shirking; accomplishing it clean- ent amid the gay tunmult of the dine His forefathers had been, as a rule, {nto the delicate undertones of the | protessionai encpuyalclane and laW- music to mock him; the rustling of silk yers; his grandfather died under tha and lace repeated them; the high heels | rn, 7 * Grape jaes Caals na of satin slippers echoed them In irony. | fisting tourniquet. for @ cur | His own people! | dragoon; un uncle remained indefinite- The scent of overheated flowers, the ly at Malvern Hill; an only brother at Montauk Point having sickened .n re Santiago, 3 services as diviston avairy ha the words. teal officer And they sounded sadder and more, been, per! jeaningless now to him, here in his | more loyal than the servic recurrent mockery began to unnerve | reward was a pension offer, decline He practised until his wife died, thea inconspicuously | Some public service of modest na-| -- THE’ YOUNGER SET -- from { | which house his daughter Nina was) jn mending the purely social strands| anything in his schemes he'll take you | | retired to his country home, married to Austin Gerard, Mr. Selwyn, senior, continued to pay | his taxes on his father's house in Tenth street, voted in that district, spent a month every year with the Gerards, read a Republican newspa- per, and judictously enlarged the tam- ily reservation in Greenwood, whither he retired, !n due time. ‘The first gun of the Florida Keys sent Selwyn's only brother from his the first etape on his first and | npalgn with Wood's cavalry, ‘That same gun interrupted Selwyn's connection with Neergard & Co., op- ators in Long Island real estate; and a year later the captaincy of- nt operating on the Island of Leyte, completed the rupture, O16 . And now he was back agaln, a hance career ended, with option of picking up the severed threads—his In- heritance at the loom—and of retying warped and weft, and continu the pattern according to the de signs of the tufted, tinted plle-yarn acd in by his) ancestors before | ‘There was nothing else to do; ao ne did ft. C gations and certain social obil- mechanically resumed; n his sister's pew for vil were re-enrolied in his ciubs r tr once more; the 1c) charities as he med- i hig return; s to the various municipal or private ot 8 |-support from his family. jaw office in hot haste to San Antonio) red nim in a Western volunteer reg- | 7, 1908. A Woman Who Is Funny By Special Arrangement She Writes Exclusively tor The Evening World A 4 MOLT ne Ny 9 Our Public Benefactors ae enn Aristophaneses, nor Demostheneaes, but we can all do our best, We can all hand down to posterity SOMETHING bearing the Imprimature of our best selves, No one knows what good you may do with your Htde riddl Years and years did T flow draw sweet sustenance from * a cnicken cross the road?” At last some cruel being—and thera are such—wao are always maliclously revealing the {nmost life of some uns suspecting victim, unblushingly and without a pang of regret at snatching aside so ruthlessly the curtain that had hidden this life secret from me—broke the news. It so that she-yes, It was a lady chicken—so that she couid get on the other side. Perhaps, In the Divine Law of Juse tice, or, as our great speakers have said, until they say it In thelr sleep—~ erhaps IN THE LAST ANALYSIS— this may be proven to have been right, ‘To me it was one of the cruelest blows I have ever received. I have felt my- self falling steadily ever since. Though it is a bitter thing to face I know that I shill never—never be the same again, Even the sunset reminds me of that Za Now, although these are rare and he»_put she Is immortal—her son never priceless jewels of the riddlemaker’s | setq why grieve? Yj most delicate craftsmanship, although) “pict jor, let me say this: Y they are recherche, they are content to! Avoid shock in the case of a riddle jserve as a stimulus, an Ingplration to! whenever poss ee —= 1 Enos who may attempt to parallel thelr) 1¢ you have a little new riddle in t@e Pd x ALOR em || succinct wit. As our own good Emer) nouse that has puzzled you through the son 8a, “Hitch your wagon to @jday, do not go to its erlb and rudely = star.” | wake it 1€ the answer comes suddenly Remember when cunning little to you tn the night. you yourself were a enigma, W The Bug-Faced Woman | e y 4 QJ She drags her child by the arm, live her time! mention the oak and the acorn fn this connection as they have been used so little for comparisons of this kind. I do hate hackneyed things, Fighting obert W. Author of ‘'The Firing Line” and ‘A GOOOd Ch mbers, Chance.” He was more conservative, however, | 40 long relaxed or severed. The var-| | fous registers and@blue-books recorded | his residence under ‘dilatory domi-| ciles;" he did not subscribe to the! opera, preferring to chance it in case| hamony-hunger attacked him. |tlde functions he dodged, consider: | Ipg that his sister’s days in January | and attendance at other family for-| | malities were sufficient. Meanwhile he was looking for two} things—an apartment and a job—the}| first energetically combated by hig im- mediate family, | It was rather odd—the scarcity o!| Jobs. Of course, Austin offered him, one which Selwyn declined at once, | comfortably enraging his brotner-{n- | law for nearly ten minutes. “But what do I know about the In- vestment of trust funds?” demanded | Selwyn. ‘You woulan't take me ‘f I were not your wife's brother—and that's nepotism.”” | Austin's harmless fury raged fo-| rly ten minutes, after which he| cheered up. relighted his olgar, and | resumed his Mecussion with Selwyn oncerning the merits of various boys Sohoojs—the victim in prospect being | Billy, A little later, reverting to the sub- | Ject of hls own enforced Idleness, 6el- | wyn said: "I've been on the point of| |going to see Neergard—but some- ow 1 can’t @! ‘ing myself to it sinking Into his office ag a rank fall- yne profession, to ask him if he > for me again.” tu and fancy!” growled stuff and fancy about y: ure to zations which had always expected, ing any kind of a failure. If you want | to resume with that Dutchman, go to} | him, . him and say so, If you want to invest in fast enough. He took in Gerald and some twenty thousand,” Belwyn reflected: ‘I belleve I'd ga and see Neergard if I were perfectly sure of my personal sentiments toward He's been civil enough to me, of course, have always had @ curious feeling about Neergard—that he's for ever on the edge of doing something doubtful"— “His business reputation is all right. He shaves the dead line ilke a safety razor, but he's never yet cut through ft. On principle, however, look out tor an apple-faced Dutchman with a thin nose and no lips. Personally my feel- ing Is this: if I've got to play games with Jullus Neergard, I'd prefer to be his partner. And so © told Gerald. By the way’—— Austin checked himself, looked down at his cigar, turned it over and over several times, then continued quietly: “By the way, I suppose Geraid {s like other young men of his age and Umes -{mmersed in his own affairs—thought- less perhaps, perhaps a ‘rifle foolish In the cross-country ) after please ure . I was rather severe with him about his neglect of ehis sister, He ought to have come here to pay his respects to you, too'’— “Oh, don’t put such notions Into his head'’'—— “Yes, I will!’ insisted Austin; “how. * indifferent and thoughtless and nh he to other people, he’ to be considerate toward his y. And I told him so, Have you seen admitted Selwyn. (Tp Be Continued)