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

Hippodrome Rises Above Old Glories Qn New Wings, BY CHARLES DARNTON. Te time the Hippodrome has placed ito first night historian in an ex- tremely awkward position. Like its two most noteworthy spectacies, he | fe more or less up in the alr, He finds hinmelf lost in admiration between je wioged ballet and en aerial thriller, Perhaps there is safety in calling the } i @plendid new production “a bird of a show.” Slang sometimes comes to the eid of truth. Ag any rate, first come first served. “The Land of Birds,” revealed efter ‘ qertcness bad fallen on “Sporting Days,” showed the Hippodrome in fine feather } Wet since the beautiful “ance of the Hours’ has the Hippodrome offered & Datlet eo charming, and never bas it spread upon its huge stage #0 novel a feast fer the eye. Before going any further, or taking flight in the airships that epread radium) end disaster later on, {t is well enough to pause and congratulate Mr. R. H. Burnside for the wonders he has accomplished, and to shake hands with Messrs. | Bbebdert and Anderson over their good fortune in having found not only « capable | stage director but a guiding genius, | In {ta ballet of the birds and its “Battle in the @kies” the Hippedrome rises | edove its old glories on new wings, If Mr. Burnside hasn't any wings of his own, his guardian angel should make it his business te see that he gets @ pair fromediately, ‘ Charming music fresh off the baton of Mustcal Director Manuel Klein brought binds of a dozen different feathers flooking together. One dy one they fluttered | into the enchanted forest to celebrate thelr release by the little daughter of a moodchopper from a caged existence But {t was not until The Canary sang all ebout ft that the audience realized | @ new voice had conte out of the wilderness of so-called prime donnas. The Canary's voice was sweet and clear. It soared into the treetops and played ‘among the follage of Arthur Voegtlin’s scenio artistry. You traced The Canary, on your programme and found a stranger at the end of the dotted lme—Nannette Flack. In Miss Flack the Hippodrome has caught @ real canary, She has the wweetest voice that ever gladdened ita walls, and moreover, she {s the prettiest ‘woman who has over graced \ts etage. Even after "The Battle in the Bkies,” across the tank from the conductor, she saved a cadenza from sounding ridiculous ~and that's going pretty far with a cadenza! | Edwin A, Clark, as Geoffrey Gedison, Rescues the General's Daughter, Diana Fairfax (Marle Tyler), After the Destruction of the City. But to get back to the birds, the ballet filled one with delight and the intpulse of applause, It was springtime, birdland and Christmas pantomime all {n one. Nhe silly old Stork brought little Fritz to the woodchopper's daughter without even blushing for what seemed a dreadful mistake, and all the big and little binds danced for joy. Seldom has a ballet boasted such gorgeous plumage, and only once before have the Hippodrome hundreds danced as they danced last night. ‘The Dane‘ of the Hours" came down from the traditions of opera, but this ballet of the; birds came directly from Burnside, with only a suggestion of Col. Savage's “Woodland.” And {t was a tri “The Battle in the Skies ships maneuvered over a" of graceful movement and rich color, was a complete victory for Gen, Burnside. Atr- Suropean city’ and destroyed tt without turning a wing. And, of course, our side won, Radium guns poured forth thelr deadly shafts of light and killed off the entire European population of the Hippodrome. Only the American heroine escaped, and she was in a rowboat fully prepared for the tidal wave that was to carry her righ! All this happened in 1960, with 1908 looking on in astonishment, t under her fond parent's airship. The element of terror was not wanting, and the thrill came without coaxing. Mere details were Individual wir “Sporting Day @ country circus for good measure. Dogs utations and messanger boys with aerial attachments, Included a baseball game, a boat race and a horse race, with disguised as horses, and carrying papler mache riders, created a great deal of fun, and ten polar bears formed thelr first impressions of a New York audience. ‘There was more than your two eyes could hold, but very little of Marceline, The Hippodrome's favorite clown was all made new Hippodrome history. ———1—-+ + _. Tron Cloth, |: cloth is made from steel and as the appearance of horsehair cloth. It Is largely used by talflors as a material for stiffening the should- ers and collars of coats, (Copyrimht, 1907, by Robert W. Chambers) GYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS. Capt. Philip Selwyn, whose wife Alixe bad @ivorced him to marry Jack Ruthven, re turns to New York to visit his sister and brother-in-law, Mr. and Mrs, Austin Gerard, ‘The family consists of & ward, Bileen Er- Toll, and four children, Selwyn has left the army. He now considers returning to the em- ploy of Neergard & Company, operators in real estate, Austin Gerard discusses with GBelwyn the neglect Eileen’ biotaer, @splays toward the family. Captain Selwyn and Eileen ride together and pase the Captain's former wite, Allxe, He ‘s overcome, ‘Whey return homo and lunch with the ehildren, Ger. , CHAPTER II. (Continued. A Dream Ends. ‘ “H OtV about a Jolly brisk walk?” | Selwyn inquired blandly; “un- less. you've something on. 1) suppose you have.” | “Yes, I have a tea at the Fanes, a function at the Grays, * * * Do you know Sudbury Gray? It's his mother. They had strolled into the living room 6 big, square, sunny place, in golden greens and browns, where a bay win- dow overlooked the park. | Kneeling on the cushions of the deep Window seat she flattened her delicate nose against the glass, peering out through the lace hangings. | “Bverybody and his family are driv- | fing,” she said over her shoulder. “The ie ca aren are corning te A Revelation of New York Society most lost in the shuffle of events that Pope, King and Coin, KEEN struggle for the possession J of en extremely rare coin be- tween the Pope and King Victor Emmanuel of Italy, both num!smatista, thas just ended in favor of the foriner, air supply. merely to alt here and count coteries? There is Mrs, Vendenning and Gladys Orehil of the Black Fells set; there ie that pretty Mrs. Delmour-Carnes, New port. Here come some Cedarhurst peo- It's interesting, {sn’'t ‘t, ple—the Fleet woods. prises one to see them out of the saddle, There is Evelyn Cardwell; she came out when I did, and there comes Sandon Cralg with a very old lady— there, in that old-fashioned coach—oh, {t 1s Mrs, Jan Van Elten, What a very, very quaint old lady! ‘I have been presented at court,’ she added, with a Mttle laugh, ‘and now all the law has been fulfilled,’ “I've seen those others made out of metals—copper and coal and iron and"——- She shrugged her youthful shoulaers, still intent on the passing show, “Then there are the intellectuals—th artistic, the illuminated, the muste: sorts. I—I wish I knew more of them. They were my father's friends—aome of them.’ She looked over her shoulder to see where Selwyn was, and whether he was listening; smiled at ‘him, and turned, resting one hand on the win- dow seat. ‘So many kinds of people, the sald, with a shrag. Yes," sald Selwyn lagily, “there are all kinds of kinds, You remember that beautiful nature-poem: “The nea. And the eau! And the dipper-dapper-duck And the Jew-fish And the bive-fish And the turtle in the muck And the squtr'l And the girl And the flippy floppy bat Are ditter-ent ye It always sur- HERE'S YER RAT AND YER PUFFS, QOCTIIOITOOHOOOOO: | The “Touch” Debonair ( HA pose ot | I this merry wag ‘s that | is superior -to, | and therefore un- onquerable by, the ortex of Vicissi-| ude, Alternately, | 6 would have you | velleve, he either louts or filrts with Fate and the Fu- rf ries, He desires to CLARENCE L CULLEN “20 You sdudee him the coolest and | cutest little “matcher with Destiny for | the beers” in the catalogue of chronto down-and-outers. His well-assumed role 1s to toss blithely deflant verbal pebbles | at the Crust of Circumstance. There Is | @ tradition (not verified) that once he was unroarlously up, but throughout | your long knowledge of him he has| never proclaimed himself to be other | than one dauntlessly down; has always; | {n fact, appeared rather proud of tt He is, In truth, a “bohemian,” with these | points of un-"bohemlan’’ demarcation: | He bathes, keeps his fingernails meas- urably tidy, scorns to graft bad table d'hote dinners, and refrains from read- ing maudlin verse aloud to ensnared ac quaintances. His ‘touch’ always is for modest sum, and you parley with him, something after the following manner, solely for the purpose of ascertaining what new reasons why, if any, he has ready to pull upon you: He—Well met, Hal, of the princely purse; ‘twill be a hungry and a thirsty world when thy spirit filts, Which re- minds me that my father’s only #0n has not dined—really dined—sinoe Whit- guntide come a-Thursday, You- — He—How have I substated, O Croesus? Subsisted? Banish suc’ fat, plen- teous word! I have merely existed! You- — He—Oh, crumbds—crumbs fallen from the groaning boards of different well- dieposed Diveses—thus have I existed Wherefore, abundant one, prepare to transform thyself into a crumb-dis- pensing Dives! You- — He—Take !t to heart? Show me the wight who takes his bustedness to) heart and I'll show you a Iily-livered | lummox. Grieve over being broke? | Holty-tolty! The moon soon will be at "What hideous nonsense,” she laughed, in open encouragement; but he could recall nothing more—or pretended he couldn't. “You asked me,” he sald, “whether I know Sudbury Gray. I do slightly. What about him?’ And he waited, re membering Nina’s suggestion as to that wealthy young man’s eligibility, “He's one of the nicest men I know,” sho replied frankly, “Yes, but you don't know Lansing.” “The gentleman who was bucked out} of his footwear? Is he attractive?’ “Rather. Shrieks rent the alr when ‘Boots’ left Mani! “Feminine shrieks?” “Exclusively. The men were glad jenough. He has three months’ leave this winter, #0 you'll sce him soon. She thanked him mockingly for the promise, watching him from amused) eyes. After a moment she sald: ‘Boots’ “T ought to arise and go forth with timbrels and with dances: but, do you| something to care for—as mother cared | Which know, I am not Inclined to revels?| ‘There has been a Mttle—just a very Uttle bit too not that I don't adore dinners and gos- sip and dances; not that I do not love to pervade bright and glittering places. Oh, no. Only—I''— She looked shyly a moment at Sel- wyn: "T sometimes feel a curtous de- tre for other things. I have been fee!- ing it all day.” “What things?” “Tt don't know—exactly; substantial things. I'd like to learn about thiuss. My her was the hoal of the Amert- Clarence the Cop 100 the full next week, and who says that moonbeams are not fillin'? You- — He—Why, what should any man do when he finds himself lack: meat? Take up a notch in his sui ele and whistle down winds for a better break; croon a tune into the shell-pink | ___ The Evening World Daily Magazine, Friday; OOS ® THIOTOOOS Ny No. 8 of R the Series. ear of the Lady Fortune, N {f she will but listen; and If she will not—why, then, another notch up In the belt, and let her go hang for a drab! You— — He—Am I always going to be this way? “Always je the longest two- syllable word In the English tongue i | Misses’ Coat—Pattern No, 6085. AUNTY hip -length becoming to young girls and the prettiest ones that are shown for the com- Ing season. This model has novel pockets that make a feature and {e adapted both to the suiting materials and to the cloths that are used for separate jack- ets. It can be made ether with long or three - quarter sleeves and will be found charming for the light- weight broadcloths that make such satis- factory wraps for be- tween-seasons wear as well as for the heavier sulting and cloaking materials. In the illus tration it fe made of golden brown broad- cloth with collar and cuffs of velvet. The quantity of me- teria required for the Yeyear aise 's 4 yards 1, % yards 4 or inches wide, with % yard of velvet. Pattern No. 6085 is out in sizes for girls of 14 and 16 years of age, are among 2 Call or send by mall to THD EVENING WORLD MAY MAN- ren TON FASHION BUREAU, No, 182 Hast Twenty-third street, New Obtain York. Send 10 cents in coin or stamps (or each pattern ordered. These IMPORTANT—Write your name and addrear plalaly, snd al- Patterns. } ways specify size wanted By Clarence PIII III IAI AAA IAAI I IIIA I SSS ISA IIE sywer 3 epte mb 1 ae er By C. W. Kahles : L. Cullen Perhaps you expeot me to turn around and assume the presidency of a Rocke- feller bank? You- —— He-Sav not so, say not so, In such | fufube numbers. The game !8 as it 1s, The foolish old world wags, If I had the handling of as much as # all at once, I'd revolve in circles and spiel Syriao speech like a peddler of Tur- kestan rugs made in Rahway, You- —— He-Not as young as I used to be? Well, neither is Sarah Bernhardt, ta, lal You-- — He—Something saved against the day of rain, O Jeremy Taylor? Tush, tush, | and then one more tush! I've been pull- waterspouts so | cheek as a Scotch mistral! some sweetbreads. Well? You— He-Improvident? of a willl breads, and—yes, fruity Burgundy will match those, Spanish omelette, driving a truck. Homes for Decayed Gentlewomen, not? Meanwhile, just turn your lamps to the left and see bow the little orange can- dle shades glow on the table napery| in Tranle) windows, and-—— Well, it's a pretty good system and & pretty good pose, and it generally gathers, firstly, because the Debonair Toucher has a certain pathetio peaked look about the face that tells you he la not so unoonquerable as he professes Mellowed by Experlence. (ly BUPPOSH you have read both | party platforms?” “Carefully,” answered Farmer Comtossel. "I always read platforms | an’ circus advertisements. And I've| learnt to feel that maybe the manage- ment {s doin’ his best, even if they don't have anything they was talkin’ | about in the reg’lar performance,”— | Washington Bter. My mother was his intellectual equal, I believe’ — Her vo.# had fallen as she spoke, “Do you wonder that physioal pleasure Palle a little at times? I Inherit some- thing besides a capacity for danoing.” He nodded, watching her with an in- terest and curiosity totally new. ‘When I was ten years old I was taker abroad for the winter. which father discovered near Praesos, We lived for a while with Prof, Fland- ers In the Fayum district; I saw the ruins of Kahun, buflt nearly three thou- sand years before the coming of Christ I myself picked up a scarab as old as the ruins! * * * Capt. Selwyn—I was only a child of ten; I could understand very little of what I saw and heard, | but T have never, never forgotten the happiness of that winter. * * * And that 1s why, at times, pleasures tire me a little, and a little discontent creeps in. It {s ungrateful and an- gracious of me to say so, but I ald wish so much to go to college—to have tor father's work. Why, do you know that my mother accidentally discovered ch festivity go far—|the thirty-eaventh sign in the Karlan jthough to herself, “somevring al Signary “No,” sald Selwyn that.” He forbore to add that he did not know what a Signary resembled or where Karla might be Miss Erroll's elbow was on hé knee her chin resting withtn her open palm “Do you know about my parents?” whe asked. ‘They were lost In the Ar- golis off Cyprus. You have heard. I think they meant that I should go to college-as well as G 1 don't know. Perhaps after all it {s better for I saw the | excavations in Crete for the buried city Besides, I enjoy tt, and my mother did, too, when she my age, they say. She was very much gayer than I am; my mother wes @ beauty and @ bril- Mant woman. * * * But there were other qualities, I—have her letters to father when Gerald and I were very lit- tle; and her letters to us from Lon- don, * * ¢ I have missed her more thia winter, tt seems to me, than even in that dreadful time” — She sat silent, chin in hand, delicate fingers restiessly worrying her red lips; |then, in quick Impul: "You will not mistake me, Captain Iwyn! Nina and Austin have been perfectly sweet to me and to Gerald.” am not mistaking a word you ut- he aald, | jttmes—monrent | Her voice died; her clear syes looked out Into space while the allent seconds lengthened into minutes. ‘finger had slipped between her lips and \teeth; the burnished strand of hair Nina dreaded lay neglected Against her cheek, “T should like to know,” she began, as ut everything. That betng out (ve ques- ltton, I should like to know everyt jabout something. That also ou Jot the question, for third choice I should |like to know something about some- thing. I am not too ambitious. ant [?’ | Selwyn did not offer to answer “Am [?" she repeated, looking directly at him, “T thonght you were askin “But you need not reply; sense in my question.” stood up, Indifferent, absent-eyed yourself.” 1 of AfeDavelogy in Crete! me to do wit other young glrla dq, Dali turning toward me wis jw; and, 1 No, of course not. Only there are | One slender | + THE YOUNGER SET + raising her hand, ehe carelessly brought the rebel strand of halr under discip- Une. “You sald you were going te look up Gerald,” she observed. “Tam, now. What are you going te dor “I? Oh, dress, I suppos® Nina ought |to be back now, and she expeots me to go out with her.” She nodded a smiling termination of |thelr duet and nroved toward the door, Then, on impulse, she turned, & que: tion on her Hps—left unuttered through JInatinet. It had to do with the Identity of the pretty woman who had so direct- | ly saluted him in the Park—a perfectly | friendly, simple and natural question, \Yet !t remained unuttered. She turned again to the doorway; a |maid stood there holding @ note on «| salver, “For Captain Selwyn, ple: |mured the maid, Miss Erroll passed out. Selwyn took the note and broke the seal; mur- My Dear Se! anf. 0. Ud Yovioumy I ¢ being associat: wyn—T'm in a beastly fix— t and pas Nearer the month. Y ely, CERALD ERROLL, ing the fangs out of cloudbursts and long that a Panama rain storm would feel as soft on my) Let me see; | yes, T'll have a Spanish omelette and Yes, but look at | the fun I'll have in dodging the making aweet- th Bo reece Anges are only the—‘ang am your patient servant, O Almoner! You—— He—Oh, time enough when I am @ hundred and fourteen to think about Then, too, there are | his eye she waved a silvery chi OCG, TOODO0000. | 5} » and BODE COCO cinating,” ex- claimed the Widow, laying her opera glass on the ledge of the box, ag the curtain rolled down on the first act, “some of them are fascinating,” agreed the Baoh- elor absently, “But,” he added hastily, catohing | the Widow's eye |as the Ights went up, “why a sou- brette? It's the leading lady, {sn't It who gets all the applause and all the | Mmelight and most of the flowers?” “But it's the soubrette,” declared the Widow, opening her spangied fan, ‘who | ets most of the fun without any of the lowe work or the responstbilty,"’ "What a pity,’ sighed the Bachelor, turning to gaze at the Widow admin UG must be fas ingly, ‘that more of your sex don't re- | | gaunt the dramatio sttuation in that Mgnt!” “The—whet, Mr. Travers? “The comedy of love," explained the Bachelor, “and the tragedy of matri- mony.” ‘The Widow Iaughed mockingly, | “There aren't any soubrettes in a tragedy,” she announced, airily wav- Ing her fan, “Nor {n matrimony," added the | Bachelor sadly. “If there were more | Soubrettes and fewer leading ladies in it, It wouldn't be such @ tragedy,” | “Ibex your pardon, Mr. Travers.” “Lt fewer wives,” pursued the Bache- lor unperturbed, ‘demanded applause and flowers’—— “And the centre of the stage,” put in the Widow encouragingty. “And all the long speeches, the Bachelor, “And most of the limelight''— “And three-quarters of the profits,’ finished the Bachelor, ‘the last act wouldn't so often be a scene in the | divorce court." “Oh, well'—the Widow shrugged her white shoulders tantalizingly—'some- body's got to be the star.* “And @ man," announced the Bach- lor, putting down his opera glass with @ thump, ‘hes a crude idea that, hav- ing ‘put up’ for the production of matri- | mony and bought th: enery and hired | the house and chosen the cast, he Is Going to be the ral manager of the situation and bave the centre of the domestice stege and play the star part in his own home and— What are you laughing at?’ For the Widow's face had gone Into eolipse behind ber tan, which twinkled with merriment. “I was only thinkin; she gurgled, groaned | | | “how disappointed some of them must |e when the curtain goes up after the wedding and they discover that they “The—what?"’ The Widow closed her fan and re garded the Bachelor with « glance of she inquired “the one who takes all the eweetly, chances and pays all the expenses and is never seen or heard except when the bills are due?” “That's what most women are look- {ng for,” retorted the Basnelor laconi- cally, ‘Its a perfect word-picture of an {deal modern husband. And that is why there's eo ttle marrying or giving in marriage nowadays. Every woman Souipep anciiseconaly eee elee euros ms te fancy she was out for a ave an inetinotive sympathy for i the hard-lucker who refuses to whim-| star’— r, Be coe ee “I deg your pardon, Mr. Travers! “Oh, well.” The Bachelor wave dhis opera glass ecornfully over the whole domestic situation. “No man {s going to play the part of walking gentleman {f he can help it. He steers shy of a gir! who takes all of his best speeches out of his mouth and makes him sit back like part of the scenery. What he Mkes 1s a nice, cozy, Ilttle soubrette with @ dimple and @ smile who will play up to him"— “Or en understudy,” 117 19083 A_WIDOW WORDALOG The Comedy of Love : Tragedy of Matrimony ; broke in the! DOC 00000 000000000000) ®) © © iC the ) By Helen Rowland & Widow, “or an echo or a human ealctim light; and even when he marries a@ of | those he Is disappointed because he fsn’t married to a whole theatrical company. “To—what? “Oh, somebody who will shift all the lomestic acenery,” explained the Widow, “and do the cooking and make the beds jand act as call boy in the morning and |wardrobe lady when he wants his clothes mended, and play chorus and ‘eng his praises and laugh at his jokes and applaud his entrances and hand him bouquets and compliments and~and I'm glad I found out your sentiments, Mr. \'Travers,” she finished, snapping her fan | dramatical! “before I decided to marry | “| Want to Be an Angel.” “Oh!" exclaimed the Bachelor delight edly, “were you deciding to marry—any- body? But the Widow had turned one whito shoulder and one pink cheek upon him, “Because,” pursued the Bachelor, want to apply for the position.” “T don’t need a leading man," declared the Widow laconically, “But I want to be'—— “Nor a general manager"— “But"— “Nor @ star, nor an understudy, nor’’-— “I don't want to be # leading man,” @eclared the Bachelor, “nor a general manager, nor @ ater, nor’— “What!” “I want to be an angel!" quoted the Bachelor plaintively, trying to catch the Ups of the Widow's fingers as the lights went out and the ourtain went up. ee 15 : \ A Castilian Dainty. | | PAIN furnishes us with a de S Uclous omelet. Beat four eggs slightly, Just enough to thor- oughly blend the yolks and the whites, one half teaspoonful of salt and one elghth of a teaspoon- ful of pepper. Put two tablespoon fuls of butter In a hot omelet pan, and when melted turn in the mix- ture, As it cooks, prick and pick up with a fork until the whole ts of & creamy consistency, Place on a hotter part of the range, that it may brown quickly underneath, Fold in a small quantity of tomato sauce, turn onto @ hot serving dish, and surround with tomato sauc says the Woman's Home Compan. fon, For the tomato sauce, cook two tablespoonfuls of butter with ‘one tablespoonful of finely chopped onfon and one half tablespoonful of finely chopped red or green pep- per until yellow. Add one and three-fourths oupfuls of tomatoes and let simmer until the moisture has nearly evaporated; then add two tablespoonfuls of sliced mush- room caps, one tablespoonful of capers, one-fourth of a teaspoonful of salt and a few grains of ocay- enne, Witt Serer Be vee? When he had sent the note away by the messenger he walked back to the bay-window, hande in his pockets, a worrled expression in his gray eyes, This sort of thing must not be repeated; the boy must halt in his tracks and face sharply the other way. Besides, his own income was limited—much too Mmited to admit of many more loans of that sort, He ought to see Gerald at once, but @omehow he could not In decency appear personally on the heels of his loan. A certain interval must elapse between the loan and the lecture; in fact, he idn’t see very well how he could ad- | monish and instruct until the loan had been cancelled—that 1s, until the frst of the New Year, Pacing the floor, disturbed, uncertain | aa to the course he should pursue, he looked up presently to see Miss Erroll descending the stairs, fresh and sweet) In her radiant plumage. As she caught nila marching salute—and “Do muff at him—a passed on, calling back to him forget Gorald!” 0," he sald, won't forget Ger He stood a moment at the wi brougheam P, &.--I've meant to « you for ever ef teo long, and will the firet moment I heave Jue; and Selwyn’s face grew very se F p : “4 Very seth | Of Neorgard . Co. Nia jattee he. wrote in fatura fa? Is tt you, Gerald?” he asked pleas ntly. “It's all right about that mat | , Dear Gerald Check incioaed Y, ‘s' ‘de. By the way, can't pou Vance “with tee) ieee You a mote by your mea-| By Robert W. Chambers, Author of ‘‘The Firing Line” and “A Fighting Chance.”’ senger, But I want to talk to you abeut another matter—something concerning myvelf. I want to ask your advice in & way. Can you be at the Lenox at etx? * © ° You heve an engagement at ight? Oh, that's all right; I won't keep you. * * © It's understood, then; the Lenox at six. * * * Goodby,” There wae the usual early evening influx of men at the Lenox who dropped in for a glance at the ticker or for a cocktail or a game of biillards or a bit of gossip before going home to dress, Selwyn sauntered over to the basket, inspected a yard or two of tape, then mrolled toward the window, nodding to Bradley Harmon end Sandon Craig, As he turned his face to the wi |and tis back to the room, Harn came up rather effusively, offe unusually thin flat hand and tow hospitality, pleasantly declined by Sel- wyn. “Horrible thing, a cocktail,’ observed | Harmon Ing his own order and se opposi:e Selwyn. usually do {t o persuades 1 ‘I (Te, Be Ceatinued) ne EIR TY