The evening world. Newspaper, February 13, 1909, Page 18

| THE WIDOW « | | You Know How It Is Yourself -:- 8y Walter Wellman. |? HAR a ® That a V. i ais i 3 | 0 ays That a Valentine Is Just a Says American Humor : Sample Package of Ni | : a e ample Package of Near-Love. ‘ RATIOS 8 ODODOOQOOS. @ O00 ODDO” Bale adss S 0) r S escen @ TE? 0} By Helen Rowland. nee eee mares lIkely oP EDOOODGIIHET POO GOSOCOHODOSIO NNT! ae ‘ I‘ & disappointed man!” sighed! the chow chow kind.” t BY C HARL E SD ARNTO N. the Bachelor as he watched the) ‘The ‘chow chow’ kind?” repeated the ss Widow untying a purple string| Bachelor inquiringly. | ARRY LAUDER will leave these remunerative shores on Wednes from a ylolet satin! “Yes,” returned the Widow promptly | day with one deép, heartfelt regret. box. “I've walted| “the kind which I8 made up of suga “I'M be ver-ry sorry to go away and leave all the money, all day and no-|and pepper and spice, and all chopped sir," he assured me, body has sent ma! together—the tumulkuous, distracting, | a valentine—not a irresistible kind, that keeps a man After this bit of pecullarly Scotch humor the thrifty music Single paper heart, | guessing and doubting and hoping" hall singer went on to say a good word for American audiences, nor a gilt Cupid,| “And goes to his head?” suggested tho | “The gr-reatest audience I've ever had was one I played to yesterday— ) er a token of | Bachelor, | more than a thousand lunatics,” he enthusiastically declared. “It was at \ Tran in| | the Insane asylum on Ward's Island. They appreciated me thoroughly, and rrupte: Wide we had @ gr-reat time together. I had them singing ‘I Love a Lassie’ with- 4 terrupted the Wid | OW, as She took a out any trowble, ‘Now, the first time,’ I told them, ‘sing it beautifully, as pay of violets | If you were singing {t to your sweetheart, and the second time you'll sing Hem Ae tain, Box it as {f you had her {n your ar-rms.’ That was a ver-ry happy thought.” at her delt, “aren't | | a Ty, 7 There was every reason to believe that nis engagement on Ward's Island had tokens of love; they’ | | DAINT heen highly successful, But he had just come from a “banquet,” and the joys of } sample Sebheres a Se te nial | TSPIED ites eee oie IP THAT GOK CAN DICTATE T0 HER Ife seemed to rest somewhat heavily on him, When it was suggested that “ban- man loving all the women to whom he| | SHE 7% f 5 FOR, SEVEN. ‘BUCKS PER WEEE, | quets" probably kept him a well fed, {f tired man, the readily acqulesced, aends expressions of undying affection | OOK DICTATTON BY THE-YARD - SHIELS SOIT THE HIND OF GIRL I WANT. | “during my eighteen weeks’ engagement in America thie time I've been given on St. Valentine's Day! That ts," she| FOR: VER Y LITTLE PAY. DHE OOK. * | about five banquets a week—yes, alr-r! I was banqueted and feted every day madidirtnvavcurelencen ntti @ 4 WS SO VERY MEE. while I was away, I had no time to sleep, except when I was juggled about on Gey irda titan cena ison 5 - a train like a gr-reat blanc mange, I appeared in every clty of importance betweon “How many times GAN a man love?” | New York and Kansas City, Tho Inst time I was here I was never oot 0’ th’ toon, , demanded the Bachelor interestedly \ as they say In Scotland, But now I know something about the country.” c ‘ A natural question drew him out. 4 rex Gane ones Pe UON| “Well,” he reflected, “I found the West a wee bit different from New York— Wicwomenyhalnies tate iM | | the characteristics of the people, I mean. It seemed more like home, Out there the “And on how quickly he can get over | people take things in thelr own way, Here they're all in a rush, But I dare say it" added the Bachelor. £ they'll get tired in two or three years and slow down a bit, There's more of a divide “And on how aril Po cry after you leave New York—in the people, you understand. They're all in a bunch ita greed treli wides | Mterisese eee here—you can’t tell one from the other. Out of town there's what you call a bet. llstacvantvarletlatetloresanicesen| ter class, Here they all get mixed up." anaieversnmanntesWathiaart pai, ¢ This belng made clear, Mr, Lauder was encouraged to give his opinion of Rheriivalwesntthelcramieland) tie EM i | Americans he had met on his travele. He begins with the paper valentine Sh@ Took a Bunch of Violets From) | "I never met an American while I was away," he solemnly informed me, yids ee | the Satin Box. | | "They were etther Scotch or Scotch-Americans, And as for my audlences—one “The—whtch?" | | was like another. You eee, I'm at such a zenith of popularity at this time that aay te 4) simple. kind!" “And gives hun fits of mental and} my reception was the same everywher Jalned the Widow, “ahicy canes eank; | Moral Indigestion,” agreed the Widow. | It was apparent that Mr, Lauder saw everything trom hts own point of view, pene ce Me aM it Pec Re “I've got it NOW!" cried the Bach- | but I had a lingering hope that he might have noticed a little American humor ia A As Sp! elor, clapping his hand over his heart | iat (alnnvatmneianta’ Ree ee aa, ver | Rith Sudden conviction. “T've got It—| "No," was his discouraging reply, “can’t aay that It struck me. The humor on And rectibble) ay girls names overt steht yherele of the average American you meet on the street ia essentially Irish, 1 could point his Latin book,” broke In the Bachelor! ‘Have yout" erled the Widow de-! \ out words to you that are as absolutely Irish as the pigs of Dougherty,” Han eas se aa anaes Maat lightedly. “How does it make you swe I} Having patd his respects to “Dougherty’s pigs,” Mr. Lauder next turned his Pacis aun Pemeomtiecaitena| felts SE attention to Chicago. a sudden and violent interest 1. his) “porn ways," replied the Bachelor | 7 OCHA . alae i Ky ay Becki, I know) [anti “Feracy hep ant ater) 4 TOLD HER 2 ADORED FER, WHILE ILABRIED Ob) 1, WINE, THAT YOUD |g wraet'nstes ts tour toy wore poring, pte ean the ee ae re een tne Widow Tout that | miserable and angelic and devilish—and | IN ALTOS pg he ER IGL ¥ EXPLAIN IT OUT TO'TTUH Boston seemed English, or I might say that {t struck me as @ wee bit between Pe ea Fare eran na | Just ke klasing”— Sede I SQID ID BE HER HUMBLE SLAVE— WHY -THOUGH SHE GEUS MY THIRTY PER = | venvurgh and towgs in the south of England. A person who doesn’t get In a Haiteeel vanagi gen camel gate swell" broke tn the Widow sud-| POR THATS WHAT THEY ALL SAY. dL CAHN? DICTATE To HE. fustor a the Bortohian, Of course, I think New York is the hub-bub of the sriisaie arden UA POTTIAR en BAGh j be only ‘near-love,’ There are 0 many aa ri ae a aan ; pa aa Sa In desperation I appealed once more to the Scotch comedian’s sense of pea goes harder!” put in the Bach- inti ne of avery good thing, you! A ao! ‘ American humor, But he only sald: “The kind," continued the Widow, | “mut 1 never felt this way before!” Beau y Hin Ss * eart opics “that 1s cooked over a quick flame andj pisaded the Bachelor. roll } burns out with an awful sputter’— “What way? | >» dlargaret Hubbard ayer. 5 | by betty Vinceat. This way, id the Bachelor, jeans ene ®| Ing over swiftly and kissing the Widow | ‘ wW w a H Fr ] min sudden vehertence |For Thick Lips. an CP WP aMINGS = 01, Zoning Weddi The Widow rose and wiped her cheek | R-If the lips are thick from & An Lvening ing. with a cobwabby handkerchief. constant biting, the formula & Dear Betty: é ! Mem not going to aSk how or why or below will reduce them, but By Lilian Bell @ TLL you please give me some sug- what you did that for, Mr. Travers,” you must give up the habit, If you ¢ @ gestions as to the color and ma- ve been for—r ie 1 c ¢: ‘Perhaps, agreed the Bachelor, with) Thick Lips—Melt an ounce of any of AST Saturday, in company with a) packed thelr handbags, helped each "8 in the evening? What Is the cor: | a sigh of satisfaction, “but it was ‘Just/ the cold creams, add one gram each of IC noted woman author, who writes | other on with their coats, and finally, "ect form of invitation for a church | good'—and, anyway, I got @ sample pulverized tannin and alkanet chips: let exclusively of and for women, I} with triumphant glances gurcharyed Wedding when no reception followa? | package of near-love, macerate for five hours, then atrain | went to the mat-/| with malice, let us out Into the aisle, Eee ts | ¢| Sik, oroadcloth, ehiffons or any of the | The Even “A—WHAT?" “A valentine,” explained the Bachelor, le A\ through cheese-cloth. Apply to the lips when necessary. inee, Our seats were ing World Daily Magazine, Saturday, February | Whence we were followed by a row of | Women equally incensed, who had been new materials make pretty bridesmatd ° with a amile of triumph, | third and fourth | penned in at the other end by two wom. {cks: The color of the gown # ik et omar |Marks of Pimples. from the alsle—|en engaged in the same disagreeable CO'TesPond with the color of the wed- F. G.-If your complexion 1s now that {s, there were | occupation, Angie ee shen cnurch Hecorat lonelier Brown Bread. G in a clear and healthy condi- two women be-| Supposing my friend and I had been. bridesmaid n should be the’ same tlon, and you keep {¢ thorough- tween us and free-}men. Do you think for one moment | shade, or a color which harmonizes well, Af make. \ “And Scribble a Girl's N Over the Latin Book.” leaves you with that horrld ‘next morning’ feeling,’ finished the Bachelor. And then,” he added hastily, “he has a sickening revulsion and switches over to the soothing, whole- @ome ollve oj! kind, like ‘mother used to je All And “The—what?" "The marrying .kind!" groaned the Bachelor. ‘‘And that finishes him!" he @dded with tragic conviction, “Not at all! corrected the Widow. HIS {s another delicious au- VW tumnal bread indigenous to New England. To make It properly one should have the fresh, sweet, yellow cornmeal and rye meal, not rye flour, which Is a very differ- ent product. To make a large loaf of this genuine Boston brown bread sift together a cup and a half of yel- low meal, the same amount of rye meal and a half teaspoonful of salt. Add quarter of a cup of molasses, one cup pumpkin juice, one cup of milk and a half teaspoonful of soda dissolved {n two tablespoonfuls of milk, Beat the batter thoroughly, turn Into @ two-quart brown bread tin and steam for five hours. When this 1s Intended for Sunday morn- ings with baked beans {t should be made on Saturdays, then resteamed in the morning. This makes excel- ly cleansed pith the complexion brush and @ good soap, there Js no reason why these scars should not be absorbed eventually, especially !f your circulation is not sluggish. If they are really very deep marks, the cuticle will have to be removed by a dermatologist. —<—=>__ The Reason. bs HY doesn't Smith call in his W famlly physician? Has he lost confidence In him?" “No, the doctor has lost confidence in mit! Lippincot! ———— Identified Easily. a Ma remarked Mr, Cane, “4a| my photograph with my two! French poodies, You recog-) nize me, eh “I think si said Miss Softe. "You! dom, It so happened that both my friend and I had out-of- town dinner en- gagements, which made it imperative that we should fairly fly out of the theatre the moment the cur- tain went down. In fact, we chose the shortest of the plays we felt we must see, But, will you belfeve {t? Those two women who were between us and the alale kept us standing for ten minutes after the curtain fell while they adjusted thelr hair, put on thelr hats, remade | thelr complexions from their vanity box, pinned their veils all around:their hats that those two women would have kept , us walting while they exhibited their bad breeding so publicly? Never! With a coy, upward, filrta- tlous glance they would have grabbed their wraps in both hands, risen and let Us pass. Can't anybody see that to a woman the only friendships which count are the friendships of other women? Suppose you get Into any sort of. trouble, those of you who som con- Stautly looking for It? Wii it co you any good if fifty masculine voices are raised in your defense, but the feminine are conspicuous by thelr absehce? Then, !f you know this, why will you, In one short ten minutes, run the risk of getting a dozen women down on you your natural colors and not being the are to because you are showing yourself tn | y Any shop whe they engrave wedding favitations will tell you the corre. form (of invitation for a wedding with no re- ception to follaw. A Summer Flirtation. Dear Betty | HILE away on my vacation at the seashore I met a young man. We got along very well together, and he sald he was coming to New York on a certain date and would call on me, When I returned home I wrote to him, giving him my address. He did not an- swer my letter nor call on me. Did 1 do wrong In sending my address? | PB The young man very evidently was carrying on merely a summer Mirtation. He had no serious regard for you. You hing improper in sending him address, as you naturally supposed ved it'if he desired to call. get him, and if he should write and at 3, 1909. | > 1ODDHHO}IVOYODO}ODOOOHHOHHOSHWGOONDDG. Y LAUDER “If you come across a funny American, just ask him what his parents were, and he'll tel] you they were Irish or Scotch. Anyway, that was my experience But my agent told me a good thing when we were on the road. ‘Would you ike to hear a funny story? he asked me one day. ‘I'm dyin’ for something funny,’ says I. ‘I haven't seen anything funny but the wife since we left New York.’ And so the agent told me of @ talk he'd had with the manager of the theatre {n Peoria, The manager listened to all the puff he had to say about me, and then he asked; ‘Do you really think this fellow will fill the house? Is he an attraction you can recommend?’ ‘He's the greatest thing that has struck this ountry since Columbus,’ sald the agent, After the manager had learned to prow ‘I never heard about this squeeze before—whe | nounce my name he remarke {a he? Who's he goin’ to fight?’ After Mr, Lauder’s laughter had epent itself (he laughed very generousty) polite hypocrites you alwaya re you | and in the back, slowly drew on their men? iglov’ , gathered up their glasses, re- another story was recalled. tempt to renew the acquaintance now “In Boston one of those newspaper clipping bureau fellows came to see me “No man ever stopped after sampling B jent toast. are the one with the hat on, he has 4 1 ‘ignore him as he has ignored you, ° three brands of love, and the tabasco —D not?'—Philadelphia Inquirer, + (Copyright, 1905, by Harper & Bros.) | SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, | Lieut, Burrell, stationed at Flambeau, a frontier’ trading post, falls In love with Nec! ‘@ beautiful girl (who passes as the da the post. trader, and Alluna, Burrell and Necla Doret, Gale's of Jonn Gale, Gale's Indian squaw). ome engaged, Pol rench partne Necia, miner, disc f district. Necia and Burrell stake out three claims for the Gale, Polson and Lee go to the, die ecompanied by two professional ‘bi Stark and Runnion. Gale recogntz ke man who long ago wronged hi warned that Burrell will) be d jes 8 haifbreed girl. This per miserab Hurrell trea tore. assure her, but still oppresa: ry the dread that thelr marriage will ruin his career. Necia goes to Stark for advice, | rauades her to leave Flambeau, Gale goes fo Burrell's rooma and tells of an early love affair of hi 4 Calftorn ner. The girl he then loved married ether man, ll-treated her, and she St last for Gale, CHAPTER XIV. (Continued.) A Mystery Is Unravelled.: TELL you, I was thankful that day I for the fortune that had made me take care of my horse, I rode like Death on a wind-storm. It grew moon- Nght as I raced down the valley, and the foam from the animal's muzale lodged on my clothes, and made me laugh and swear that the morning sun | would show Dan Benfett's blood in its Place, I rode through the streets of Mesa, where they lived, and past the Nghts of his big saloon, where I heard | the sound of devil's revelry and a shrill- voiced woman singing—a woman the tar Reries iA Makes her DDDDDDOO004 Barrier ® Merridy. I never skulked or sneaked in those di and no man ever made me take back roads, so I came up to his house from the front and tied my horse to his gate-post. She heard me on the steps and opened the door. “You sent for me,’ sald I. ‘Where is he?’ But he had gone away to a neigh- boring camp, and wouldn't be back un- til morning, at which I felt the way a thief must feel, for I'd hoped to meet him In his own house, and I wasn't the kind to go calling when the husband was out, I couldn't think very clearly, however, because of the change in her. She was so thin an@ worn gnd sad, sad- der than any woman I'd ever seen, and she wasn't the girl I'd known three years before. I guess I'd changed a heap myself; anyhow, that was the first thing she spoke about, and the tears came Into her eyes as she breathed; “Poor boy! poor boy! You took It very hard, didn't you?’ “*You sent for me,’ sald I ‘Which road did ho take?’ “There's nothing you can do to him,’ she answered back. ‘I sent for you to make sure that you atill love me.’ “'Did you ever doubt it?’ sald I, at which she began to cry, sobbing like 1a woman who has worn out all emo- tion, "Can you feel the same after what I've made you ‘suffer? she said, and 1 Teckon must have read the answer in my eyes; for I never was much good at talking, and the sight of her, Mike of which he had tried to make my! ap changed, had taken the speech out Great Story From a Great Play The Witching Hour Love aud G In the Froz of me, leaving nothing but aches and; | pains and ashes in its place. When she | saw what she wished to know she told me the story, the whole miserable story, that I'd heard enough of to suspect. Why. she'd married the other man she couldn't explain herself, except that it was & woman's whim—I had stayed away and he had come the oftener— | part pique and part the man’s dare- | devil fascination, I reckon; ‘but a month had shown her how she really stood, and had shown him, too. Likewise, she saw the sort of man he was and the |kind of life he lived, At last he got | |rouzh and cruel to her, trying every way to break her spirit; and even the baby didn't stop him—it made him worse, if |anything—tin he swore he'd make them | both the kind he was, for her goodness seemed to rile and goad him; and, hav-/ Ing lived with the kind of woman you have to beat, he tried {t on her, Then she knew he? fight was hopeless, and she sent for mi He's a fiend,’ she told me, ‘I've Btood all I can, He'll make a*had woman of me as sure as he will of the little ve decided to go and take “ ‘Where?’ aald I. “Wherever you say,’"she answered; and yet I did not understand, not till I waw the look in her eyes. Then, as It dawned on me, she broke down, for it was a terrible thing for @ good woman to offer. “ Tt'a all tor the little girl!’ ehe cried. | me. old Hunting en Klondike oe ‘More than her fife depends upon It. We must get her away from him.’ “She saw it was her only course and went where her heart was calling.” The Lieutenant met the look of ap- peal in the trader's eyes, and nodded to Imniv his complete understanding and approval. “We love some women for thelr good- ness, others we love for their frailties, but there never was one who combined tte ¢wo like her, and, now that I knew she loved me, I began to delleve again there was a God somewhere. I'd never seen the youngster, #0 she led me in where {t was sleeping, and I remem my boots made such a devil of a thump- ing on the floor that she laid her siim white finger on her Hps and emiled at All the fingers In the world began to choke at my throat, and all the blood {n me commenced to pound at my heart when TI looked on that little sleeping kiddie, The tears began to roll out of my eyes, and) because they had been drv for four years, they scalded like melted metal. That was the only thne I ever wept—the sight of her baby did it, 1 love her already,’ I whispered, ‘and I'll spend my life making her i happy and making a lady of her,’ Which! clinched that wavering doubt the mother had, and she began to plan quickly, the fear coming on her of a sudden that our acheme might fall, I was tor ciding away with both of them that night, back through the streets of | | selected, while she would say that the/ Mesa and up into the hills, where I'd By Augustus Thomas 7 @ Auth 304408600 of The man or God or devil, but she wouldn't hear of tt. "We must go away,’ she sald, ‘a long way from here, where the world won't find us and the little one can grow to womanhood without knowing, She must |never learn who her father was or what her mother did. We will start all jover, you and I and the baby, and for- (get. Do you love me well enough to do itt’ "T uttered a cry and took her In my arms, the arms that had ached for her ‘all those years, Then I kissed her for {the first time.” The ‘old man tried to ligit tits which had gone out, but his fingers shook so that he dropped the match; whereupon, without speaking, Burrell struck another and held tt for him The trader drew a noisy puff or two In silence and shot his host a grateful ance, “Her youngs plan was for me to take the r away that nignt, and for her to join us later, because pursuit was certain, and three could be traced where |one might disappear; she would follow when the opportunity offered. I saw that he had instilled @ terror into her, ind that she feared him like death; but, as I thought It over, her scheme seemed feasible, ao | agreed. I was to ride West that hour with the sleeping babe, and conceal myself at a place we have ‘held them aingle-handed against, bipe, | A $1.50 Book C8O4O00-000000 PDDOD9499O95-996955000000001) * B By Rex Beach, Iittle one had wandered away and been lost in the canyon, or anything else to throw Bennett off. . After a time she would Join us, Well, the Mttle girl never waked when I took her in my Spo rs." ile arms, nor when the mother broke down again and talked to me like a crazy woman, “Her eollapse showed the terrible strain she had been living under, and the ragged edge where her reason ‘stood, She had been brave enough to plan coolly till the hour for giving up her baby, but when that came she was seized with a thousand dreads, and made me swear by my love for her, which was and ts the holiest thing in all my Ife, that if anything happened I would live for the other Merridy. 1) | begged her again to come with me, but her fears held her back. She vowed, |however, that Bennett should never | touch her again, and I made her swear jby her for the babe that she | would die before he ey on her, It woke @ savage Joy in me to think I had bested him, after all | "LT never thought of what'l was gly. jing up, of the clean name I was soil- | Ing, of the mine back there that meant |a fortune any time I cared to take it, | for things like that don't count when }@ man’s blood ts hot, so I rode away [in the yellow moonlight with a sleep |ing baby on my breast, where no child or woman had ever lain except for }that minute before I left. jout from beneath the 8h and smiled her good-bye—the | | ever saw of her. (To Be Continued.) love W {i ag r laid hands) She stood | “phey tell me,’ sald hey ‘that you have sung before the King,’ ‘I have,’ sald L ‘And what's ho ike? asked the bureau chap. ‘The King {s @ grand old man,’ sald 1. Then he wanted to know If I had ever sung before the President, ‘No,’ sald I. ‘What's he Hke? ‘Teddy? He's a great guy.’ That struck me as & funny thing to say. Now, you know, a ‘guy’ in England means @ bloody fool | The Niagara Falls were heartily indorsed by Mr. Lauder, and Americas also met with his approval. » American ladies are lovely," he declared, | be very expensive articles, because they dress very in saying that they must be expensive articles, again when I come back In the fall. I'm going to sail on Wednesda: I suppose you'll be on hand Tuesday night to help along the cheerin I really couldn't say. om i + Bathing in Philadelphia. j REMEMBER," sald Mayor Reyburn, of Philadelphia, ‘‘we all remem- ber, the time when the mildest storm would make our water unfit to bathe in, let alone to drink.” The Mayor smiled e only man in those days who could ever find a good word to say ‘he resumed, “was Peter Burness, tho optimiet of the Court of acre “But mind you, they must well, Yes, I think I am right But I'll be glad to see ‘em ou know, | Cor our water, Quarter Sessions. “tactually,’ [sat 4 to Peter one morning after a storm, ‘T couldn't take a wd pa math to-day on account of the muddy water, It was like brown pa Pay ah took d Jong bath,’ sald Peter, ‘When the Schuylkill water {s like | tnat it ts the be In the world to bathe {n, So medicinal, you know, Better J than Hombu r Masienbad, or any of those places.’ “But it's #0 muddy,’ sald I. , “phat s just the point,’ sald Peter, ‘It's medicinal mud, full of all sorts of phosphates and things. To-night when you get home fill your bath, jump in and sh about; but afterward don’t use any towels,’ 0 towels?” I objected . ‘There's a much better way than towels,’ sald Peter, ‘Stand before the radiator and let the water dry on your body, Then brush {¢ off with a whisk- | broom. B cream fat But this delicete fat, it 1s claimed, is as valuable as cod-tiver ofl for weakly, | thin people, and doctors have frequently recommended the eating of many thin slices of bread thickly spread with butter as a means of pleasantly taking into the | jodily tissues one of the purest forms of fat it is possible to get. io The Health Value of Butter. UTTER {s so common a commodity that people use !t and scarcely ever think what wonderful value lies at thelr hand in the pats of dainty yellow > In the One-Cent of The Evening Worid Daily Magazine Next' Monday rtd