The evening world. Newspaper, February 13, 1909, Page 9

, By Helen Rowland. the Bachelor as he watched the from a violet satin nor a love, nor" — "Valentines," In- terrupted the Wid- bunch of violets from the satin box and fastened them ow, as She took a THE WIDOW we : Says That a Valentine Is Just a Sample Package of Near-Love. ¢ COM Widow untying a purple string | Bachelor inquiringly. at her belt, “aren't | tokens of love; sample packages of near-love, Fancy a man loving all the women to whom he fends expressions of undying affection | on Bt. Valentine's Day! That ts," she added with a gurgle of mirth, “fanoy , fim loving them all—AT ONC “How many times GAN a man tov demanded the Bachelor interestedly, “That depends,’ thoughtfully, “on how many attractive women he meets"—— “And on how quickly he can get over it"—— added the Bachelor, {t,"" agreed the Widow. ‘There are Afty-seven varieties of love, you know, @nd every man tries at least half of them between the cradle and the grave. He begins with the paper valentine brand". “The—which?" “The sweet and simple kind,’ ex- plained the Widow, “which comes early and often; the kind that Inspires him to write poetry’— "And scribble ag! name all over his Latin book," broke In the Bachelor, “and carry gloves and handkerchlets | iightediy, they're merely little returned the Widow | ‘And on how easily he can fall into The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturday, February OOODOSOs ® & variety 1s much more Ilkely to be fol- lowed by the bromo seltzer varlety or “The ‘chow chow’ kind?” repeated the 1 & disappointed man! sighed | the chow chow kind. "Yes," returned the Widow promptly,’ distracting, that keeps a man “And goes to his head?" suggested the | Bachelor, She Took a Bunch of Violets From the Satin Box. “And gives him fits of mental and moral indigestion,” agreed the Widow. "I've got It NOW!" erled the Bach- elor, clapping his hand over his heart | | with sudden conviction. ‘I've got !t~| right here!’ ‘Have you?" erled the Widow de- “How does it make vou and hair ribbons tn his pooket, and take) gg} and violent interest 1 T know!" a sudden necktle "Yes, eoon passes, like his appetite for bread lly superseded by his| “Roth ways,’ replied the Bachelor | “Perfectly happy and utterly ad sighed the Widow, “but that| miserable and angellc and devilish—and Just like kissing’'— Qnd butter, It's 1 “Oh well,” broke In the Widow sud- the tabasco variety, which comes genly, “that sounde Ike it—but {t may LT be only ‘near-love.’ ‘There are 80 many “And goes harder!" put in the Bach- imitations of every good thing, you elor. |‘ know.” The kind," continued the Widow,! “put 1 never felt this way before!” “that 1s cooked over a quick flame andj pisaded the Bachelor. burns out with an awful sputter’ — “And Scribble a Girl's Name All Over the Latin Book,” ‘And leaves you with that horrld ‘next morning’ feeling," finished the Bachelor, “And then," he added hastily, ‘ha has a sickening revulsion and switches over to the soothing, whole- @ome ollve ol! kind, like ‘mother used to Y make" “The—what?"" ‘The marrying .kind!" groaned the Bachelor. ‘And that finishes him!” he @dded with tragic conviction. fot at all!" corrected the Widow. “No man ever stopped after sampling three brands of love, and the tabasco “What way This way,” sald the Bachelor, tean- ing over swiftly and kissing the Widow with sudden vehemence. The Widow rose and wiped her cheek with a cobwabby handkerchlet. Mem not going to ask how or why or what you did that for, Mr. ‘Travers,” she announced coldly, ‘*but it couldn't have been for—real love.” “Perhaps,” agreed the Bachelor, with a sigh of satisfaction, ‘but it was ‘Just as good'—and, anyway, I got a sample package of near-love. “ASWHAT?" “A valentine,” explained the Bachelor, with a amile of triumph, ————- Brown Bread. HIS {9 another delicious au- T 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 @ 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 In two tablespoonfuls of milk, Beat the batter thoroughly, turn Into @ two-quart brown bread tin and steam for five hours. When this fs Intended for Sunday morn- ings with baked beans It should be made on Saturdays, then resteamed in the morning. This makes excel- lent toast, ———d DHDD-9O004 (Copyright, 1905, by Harper & Bros.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, Lieut. Burrell, stationed at Flambeau, a frontier trading post, falls in with Necla, Merridy. I never skulked or sneaked in those days, 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 a, Denutiful girl iwtlo paases.ax the daughter of John Gale, the post trader, and Alluna, Gaie's Indian ‘equaw). Burrell and Necia be: | 8t@DS and opened the door. ome fnanes, Polen Doret, Gale's young ‘You sent for me,’ sald I. ‘Where is rench partner, loves'Necia, Lee, al hea! 5 miner, discovers a rich gold district, Necta | he? But he had gone away to a neigh: @nd Burrell stake out three clalms for the fark, Gale, Poleon and Lee go to the dis. rict,, accompanied by two professional "bad R rk and Runnion, recognizes man who long ago wronged him. arned that Burrell will be die Fries & haifbreed girl, rable. — Burrell tries to re- but she ie still oppressed by the thelr marriage will career, Necla goes to Stark for adv! rsuades her to leave Flambeau, G: fo Burrell’s rooma and tells of an ea: affair of his own. when he was @ Calffornia The girl he then loved marti \ iner. Sthee" man, Ae, lil-treated at last for Ge! CHAPTER XIV. (Continued.) Assure her, dread that A Mystery Is Unravelled.: 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 mu: lodged on my clothes, and made me . | THUL you, I was thankful that day would show Dan Benfett's blood in its place, I rode through the streets of Mesa, ‘where thoy lived, and past the lights of his big saloon, where I heard the sound of devil's revelry and a shrill- voiced ‘woman singing—a woman the like of which he had tried to make my Great Story From a Great Play | boring camp, and wouldn't be back un- til morning, at which I felt the way @ thief must feel, for I'd hoped to meet him fn his own house, and I wasn't the This 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 gu T'd changed a heap myself; anyhow, that was the firs 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 lke laugh and swear that the morning aun|® Woman who haa worn out all emo- tion. “‘Can you feel the same after what I've made you‘suffer? she Teckon she must have read the in my ¢ for I never was much good at talking, and the sight of her, ap chanzed, hed taken the speech out The Witching Hour q box. “I've walted | “the kind which 18 made up of sugar all day and no-|and pepper and spice, and all chopped body has sent me) together—the tumultuous, a yalentine—not a| trresisttble kind, single paper heart, | guessing and doubting and hoping”— nor a gilt Cupid, | token of 8. not?"—Philadelphia Inquire: la | A DAINTY, TRI | J SPIED, ONE LUCH) IN A LIOS" 4 | I SAID ID BB HER OMSL E Shee — | FOR THATS WHAT THEY ALL SAR Beauty Hints dy Margaret Hubbard ayer. |For Thick Lips. | R.—If the lips are thick from M constant biting, the formula | * below will reduce them, but |you must give up the habit, if you ‘want @ permanent cure. Astringent Pomade for Reducing | Thick Lips—Melt an ounce of any of j the cold creams, add one gram each of pulverized tannin and alkanet chips: let macerate for five hours, then strain | through chee: when necessary, |Marks of Pimples, F. G.-If your complexion is now C {n @ clear ané healthy condi- # tlon, and you keep it thorough- ly cleansed with the complexion brush and @ good soap, there !s no reason why these scars should not be absorbed eventually, especially {¢ your circulation {s not sluggish. If they are really very deep marks, the cuticle will have to be removed by a@ dermatologist ———>__ The Reason. “ HY doesn't Smith call in his W family physician? Has he lost confidence in him?" he doctor has lost confidence in Smith!"—Lippincott' —EEE—E Identified Easlly. a bad remarked Mr. Cane, 8 two You recog- my photograph with my French poodles, nize me, eh?” ‘You Love and In the Froz | You Know How It Is Yourself -:- 8y_Walter Wellman, STE NOPRAPHER LEGS DAY. SHE TOOK DICTATION BY THE: YARD . FOR. VE, Y LITTLE PAY. 1 TOLD HER £ ADORED HER, cloth. Apply to the lips! WHAT If Hom withour & SUPPRAGETTE?) IP WHAT GUY CAN DICTATE TO HER. FOR SEVEN BUCH S PER. WEEE, SLEW JOST THE HIND OF GIRL I WANT. | WHE LOOKS SO VERY MEE. \\ heii) WHERE MARRIED, NOW I WISH THAT YOUD EXPLAIN IT QUT TO 'TUH' WHY,- THOUGH SHE GEIS MY THIRTY PER i CHN'Y DICTATE TO FE. LA TIC Diy ‘Heart Topics By betty Vincent. ' The Matinee Girl w w w@ ow and Her Failings ILL you ple By Lilian Bell. W gestions es to the color and. me: ‘ FIDOCOOOO COO COOOOCCOOOOOG terlal for a bridesmald's costume OO, SLTSIOOALODOIVEASOOHOPIISSOSLOS SOMOS ‘© which ts to be worn at a church wed- packed thelr handbags, helped each “0s in the evening? What 1s the cor- other on with their coats, and fnaity, /rect form of invitation for a church with triumphant glances surcharged Wedding when no reception follows? |with malice, let us out Into the aisle, Ene inee, whence we were followed by a row ot |_ Silk. \xoadcloth, ohiffons or any of the Our weate were | women equally incensed, who had been "*® Materials make pretty bridesmaid third and fourth | penned in at the other end by two wom. "°cks The color of the gown should correspond with the color of the wed- 8 ® ro} , An Evening Wedding. Dear Betty ® Bor IDOWLDOGODGOHDODGHGHHDIDOWOHOOOOEAGe ®) (0) 0 9 0 @ > QOS oO j@ give me some sug: ® 10) ® ) @) @) noted woman author, who writes exclusively of and for women, I went to the mat I AST Saturday, in company with a from the alsle—jen engaged tn the same disagreeable that {s, there were | occupation. eid aye Se rE Te two women be-| Supposing my friend and I had been bridesmald's . sn should be the same tween us and free. jmen. Do you think for one moment |#hade, oF a ev'»: which harmonizes wel that tl 7 Any shop wiiie they engrave wedding dom, hove two women would have kept \vitations Will tell you the corre. © form It 0 happened | U8 walting while they exhibited thelr nt {rvitation for that both my friend | bad breeding so publicly? ‘ception to follaw. and I had out-of-| Never! With a coy, upward, flirta- f, H town dinner ens (tous glance they would have gratoea A Oummer Mlirtation. gagements, which | thelr wraps in both hands, risen and let | Dear Betty made it Imperative | US pass. | {ppHILE « a wedding with no re- y on my vacation at the that we should| Can't anybody see that to a woman seashore I met a young man. We fatrly fly out of | the only friendships which count are the Gotislong) very \well together, ‘and | the theatre the | fendetilpe of other women? he sald he was coming to New York on moment the cur-| Suppose you get into any ort of & certain date and would call on me. trouble, those of you who ss0m con. When I returned home I wrote to him, stautly looking for 1? Wii it co you #!¥Ine him my address. He did not an- any good If Atty masculine voices are | #Wer My letter nor call on me. Did I ralsed in your defense, but the feminine 4° WTNK In sending my address? tain went down. In fact, we chose the shortest of the plays we felt we must wee. But, will you belleve it? Those two P, P. ql Go women who were between us and the alsle kept us standing for ten minutes after the curtain fell while they adjusted |thelr hair, put on their hats, remade their complexions from thelr vanity box, | Pinned their veils all around:their hats nd in the back, slowly drew on thelr lov’ , gathered up their glasses, re- en Klondike re conspicuous by thelr absehce? Then, if you know this, why will you, in one short ten minutes, run the risk of getting a dozen women down on you The young man very evidently was) carrying on merely a summer flirtation. Ho had no serious regard for you, You | did nothing Improper in seniing him | because you are showing yourself tn! your address, as you naturally supposed our naiural colo and not be he wished it if he desired to call. For- Ae elng the) roc him, and ithe should write and at: 13, 1909, HARRY LAUDER Says American Humor Is of Irish Descent BY CHARLES DARNTON. ARRY LAUDER will leave these remunerative shores on Wednes day with one deép, heartfelt regret. “IH be ver-ry sorry to go Away and leave all the moncy, sir,” he assured me, After this dit of pecullarly Scotch humor the thrifty music hall singer went on to say a good word for American audiences, “The gr-reatest audience I've ever had was one I played to yesterday— more than a thousand lunatics,” he enthusiastically declared. “It was at the {nsane asylum on Ward's Island, They appreciated me thoroughly, and we had a gr-reat time together. I had them singing ‘I Love a Lassie’ with- out any trouble, ‘Now, the first time,’ I told them, ‘sing {t beautifully, as if you were singing {t to your sweetheart, and the second time you'll sing It as If you had her {n your ar-rms.’ That was a ver-ry happy thought.” There was every reason to believe that nis engagement on Ward's Island had been highly successful, But he had just come from a “banquet,” and the joys of life seemed to rest somewhat heavily on him, When it was suggested that “‘ban- | quets" probably kept him @ well fed, If tired man, he readily acquiesced, “During my elghteen weeks’ engagement in America this time I've been given about five banquets a week—yes, air-rl I was banqueted and feted every day while [ was away, I had no time to sleep, except when I was juggled about on a train like a gr-reat blanc mange. I appeared In every city of importance between New York and Kansas City, Tho last time I was here I was never oot o' th’ toon, as they say in Scotland, But now I know something about the country.” A natural question drew him out. “Well,” the reflected, “I found the West a wee bit different trom New York— the characteristics of the people, I mean. It seemed more like home. Out there the people take things in thelr own way. Here they're all in a rush, But I dare say they'll get tired in two or three years and slow down a bit, There's more of a divide after you leave New York—in the people, you understand. They're all in a bunch here—you can’t tell one from the other, Out of town there's what you call a bet- ter class, Here they all get mixed up.” This being made clear, Mr. Lauder was encouraged to give his opinion of Americans he had met on his travels, "IT never met an American while I was away,” he solemnly informed me, "They were elther Scotch or Bcotch-Americans, And as for my audlences—one was like another, You eee, I'm at such a@ genith of popularity at this time (hat my reception was the same everywhere.” It was apparent that Mr. Lauder saw everything from his own point of view, but I had a lingering hope that he might have noticed a little American humor in his leisure momenta, “No,” was his discouraging reply, ‘IT can’t aay that It struck me, The humor of the average American you meet on the street ts essentially Irish, I could point out words to you that are as absolutely Irish as the pigs of Dougherty.” Having patd ‘his respects to “Dougherty’s pigs,” Mr, Lauder next turned his attention to Chicago. "Chicago struck me as being Iko Glasgow," he remarked, “The people in the street looked as though they were working, Pittsburg was the same. But Boston seemed English, or I might say that it struck me as a wee bit between Edinburgh and towas {n the south of England. A person who doesn’t get in a fluster 1s the Bostohian, Of course, I think New York 1s the hub-bub of the universe.” In desperation I appealed once more to the Scotch comedian's sense of American humor, But he only sald: “If you come across a funny American, Just ask him what his parents wera, and he'll tell 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 a talk he'd had with the manager of the theatze in 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 struek this country since Columbus,’ sald the agent. After the manager had learned to pro- nounce my name he remarked; ‘I never heard about this squeeze before—whe a he? Who's he gotn’ to fight?’ ” ‘ ‘After Mr, Lauder’s laughter had spent itself (he laughed very generousty) another story was recalled, “In Boston one of those newspaper clipping bureau fellows came to see ma polite hypocrites you alwaya are to tempt to renew the acquaintance now men? ‘\gnore him as he has ignored you. ©494000-400000660000000-0; BO8DO009O0/ By Rex Beach, a, Author of *'The Spoilers.’ ee | of me, leaving nothing but aches and, ‘More than her fife depends upon !t. Wej have held them asingle-handed against, little one had wandered away and been | patna 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 a woman's whim—I had atayed 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—till he swore he'd make them both the kind he was, for her goodness seemed to rile and goad him; and, hay- ing lived with the kind of woman you have to beat, he tried it on her, Then she knew he? fight was hopeless, and she sent for me. “‘He's a fiend,’ she told me, ‘T've Btood all I can. He'll make a’had woman of me as sure as he will of the little one, 60 I have decided to go and take her with me.’ “Where? sald I. “wherever you say,’"she answered; and yet I did not understand, not till I saw 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. “It's all for the little girl!’ ehe cried. must get her away from him.’ "She saw it was her only course went where her heart was calling. The Lieutengnt 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 their good- ness, others we love for their frailties, | but there never was one who combined tie ¢wo like her, and, now that I knew she loved me, I began to bdelleve again there was a God somewhere. I'd never seen the youngster, ao she led me In | where it was sleeping, 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 me, All the fingers In the world began to choke at my throat, and all the blood In me commenced to pound at my heart when I 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 tne I ever wept—the sight of her baby did it. “I love her already,’ I whispered, ‘and I'll spend my life making her 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) qwas for ciding away with both of them | thet night, back through the streets of | Mesa and up Into the hills, where I'd! nd ' By Augustus Thomas T -_ man or God or devil, but she wouldn't hear of it. “'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 lost in the canyon, or anything else to throw Bennett off, . After a time she would Join us. Well, the ttle girl never waked when I took her in my arms, nor when the mother broke down again and talked to me like a crazy never learn who her father was or woman, what her mother did. We will start all! pier collapse showed the terrible over, you and I and the baby, and for-| strain she had been living under, and get. Do you love me well enough to do lithe ragged ede where her reason it?" "I uttered a ory and took her In my ‘stood. She had been brave enough to plan coolly till the hour for giving up arms, the arms that had ached for her her baby, but when that came she was all those years, Then I kissed her for seized with a thousand dreads, and the firat time.” | made me swear by my love for her, The ‘old man tried to light tits pipe,| which was and ts the holiest thing in which had gone out, but his fingers| all my Ife, that if anything happened shook so that he dropped the match;|1 would lve for the other Merridy, I whereupon, without speaking, Burrell | bagged her agnin to come with me, but | struck another and held {t for him,| her fears held her back. She vowed, | The trader drew a noisy puff or two in| however, that Bennett should never silence and shot his host a grateful| touch her again, and I made her swear | jby her love for the babe that she glance, “Her plan was for me to take the | Would die before he ever laid hands | youngster away that ntgnt, and for her |" her. It woke a savage Joy in me : vag (to, think I had bested him, after all to Join us later, because pursuit was (tT Tete ihoughe of what] wae gt certain, and three could be traced where! ing up, of the clean name I was soil- | one might disappear; she would follow! ot of the mine back there that meant ij 01 _ }a fortune any time I cared to take ft, | when the opportunity offered. I 8&W) for things like that don't count when that he had instilled @ terror into her,/a man’s blood {s hot, so I rode away | th: {in the yellow moonlight with a sleep. eel) Asa som reered Ira: Ike caer Te Dany On ayinreaacr i nerenorenid but, as I thought it over, her scheme| or woman had ever iain except. for teemed feasible, 40 I agreed. I was to} that minute before I left. she stood | r our with the sleeping | Out from beneath the porch shadow ah, aor Dee poder Ae saa wo and smiled her good-bye—the last 1 | ever saw of her, | selected, while she would say that the A $1.50 Book In the of The Eve | ‘And what's ho like? asked the bureau chap. sald 1. B ne-Ceat Daily Magazine e One-Ceat Daily M They tell me,’ anid he ‘that you have sung before the King,’ ‘T have,’ sald L | ‘The King {s & grand old man’ ‘Then he wanted to know if I had ever sung before the President, ‘No,’ sald 1. ‘What's he Hike?’ ‘Teddy? He's a great guy.’ That struck me as @ funny thing to say, Now, you know, @ ‘guy’ in England means a bloody fool.’ ‘The Niagara Falls were heartily indorsed by Mr. Lauder, and Americaa vomen also met with his approval. Bake ‘American ladies are lovely,” he declared, “But mind you, they must be very expensive articles, because they dress very well. Yes, I think I am Hight in saying that they must be expensive articles, But I'll be glad to see ‘em again when I come back In the fall, I'm going to sail on Wednesday, you know, I suppose you'll be on hand Tuesday night to help along the cheering, I really couldn't say. —— to | * Bathing in Philadelphia. } 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 “The only man in those days who could ever find a good word to say he resumed, “was Peter Burness, the optimiet of the Court of for our water,” Quarter Sessions. “Actually,” bath to-day on account I sald to Peter one morning after a storm, T couldn't take a { the muddy water. It was like brown paste.’ “Oh, I took a sath,’ sald Peter, ‘When the Schuylkill water {fs like that it {# the best fluid In the world to bathe in, So medicinal, you know. Better than Homburg, or Marienbad, or any of thowe places.’ But {t's eo muddy,’ raid I. ; Thats just the point,’ sald Poter, ‘It's medicinal mud, full of all sorts of phosphates and things. To-night when you get home fill your bath, Jump In and splash about; but afterward don’t use any towels.’ > towels?’ 1 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. ———__—__+ +e — —— The Health Value of Butter. ‘ UTTER ts 0 common a commodity that people use {t and ecarcely ever think what wonderful value lies at thelr hand in the pats of dainty yellow cream fat ; : ae But this delicete fat, it {s claimed, ts as valuable as cod-liver 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 podily tissues one of the purest forms of fat It is possible to get. Next’ Monday meant ning World