The evening world. Newspaper, December 10, 1910, Page 11

JUST WHAT ‘ 1' LOOKING FOR. I'LL GO Evenings With Eve By Helen Rowland. The Mere Man Chats With the Butterfly, 66 O you remember that summer at Bar Harbor, before you were m D remarked the Mere Man thoughtfully, as he deposited the Bu on the divan in the dimmoet corner of the Mbrar And ho! Certainiy not!” cried the Butterfly, turning fa » her tulle and silver draperies wich fn and our tdeais wea ¥ time as gayly and as foolishly as ever Dleaded the Butterfly, tapping his spangled fan, “what have I done that you should want to be horrl ‘That's just tt you done? W. aimed the Mere Man. “Wh have you accomplishea—e sit Isn't that ENOUGH?" .retorted the Butt in astonishment. “Haven't I made that ‘rich man’ happy? Don't 1 belong to seven boards of charity and four societies Co. vention of—of things? (Why, I'm a perfect » Mere Man bitterly, “A little pink and white slave all you are! ned the Butterfly, shrugging her white should “that's what 1 the Mere Man indignantly. “Why, he's the most indulgent Vin bis slave,” returned the Butterfly, nodding up at him tri- the independ and unmanageablenoss of ANY mi @ slave of his wife if can mak demanded the } “How? Ving her of all responsibilities,” answered the Bi terfly prom or practising jiu Jitsu. A woman who has to day isn’t likely to worry about a lit t or Woman's Rights or the Economic, siiuation. In a won, a man who gives his wife all things in whiclf she takes a natural interest n fear she'll take an unnatural Interest in all the things I see!’ murmured Mere Man, quite over how about a poor devil ke myself, who can't cor—hats and jew French frocks, and "Ob, well, you can give her plenty of Kisses and compliments," broke in the Butterfly, “and all of your society and devotion, And with these and a few pretty clo and a house to look after, and your socks to darn—well, she'll be #0 busy, that you'll always find her right there whenever you come in, It's the ‘man who kicks about the bills and spends most of his money on himself and most of his time at the club or out with the boys who finds his wife taking an interest in New Thought and new fads and—new flirtations,”" “In @ word, ‘you pays your money and you takes your chotce!!”’ ome at the revelation, “But afford to give a wife imported actly! ved the Butterfly, “But most men don't want to pay the price of a slave ue vine, nowadays.”” “The clin dle: declared the Mere Man bitterly. “Aevine can't has something to cling to,” rejoined the Butterfly ry ally, "And a wor to feed « Hefore re and * mind and heart and soul MUST have SOME’ ige, for instance, I used to be perfectly silly Art and—and the Mere Man helpfully, eetly silly about Jack! That's the differ Jack!’ mused the Mere Man pensively, ‘And to think how near he HING bout came to “To. * exclaimed the Butterfly in astonishment ‘Do you remember that summer at Har Harbor, before you were married Wegan the Mere Man, “when we ‘No!’ cried the Butterfly, rising hastt \ ‘ nen Tt pro: “Not Forgotten Buttert ampir And there's Jack lookin; the Mere Ma ~ ee foot. “I've forgotten ‘or me now Dollie Stories 3y Daisy Miller eee. of Coy 110, by Tbe Press Cublisbing Co. (The New York World), ‘ HRISTMAS is coming,” sald) continued the Boy Doll, “beca 6 ( } Biot, Waddlepon as the Toy Factory starts at the same tin town: schoo! bell stopped the sun co Ap and stops w : sun goes down Roy Doll to tell! ta someting Y a Claus's Toy {18 a big horn and into the horn come ry." all the messages for Santa Claus fr The Boy Doll] ittle boys and giris telling what stood up and be nt for istmas, ‘The ny gan wita Hkes the most those anta Claus has] are burned in the fire and com his Toy Pactory on] horn ike smoke. hind ‘Mo-Top t shore the} “These are the easiest to read, Each s * in| message is caught and tled to the neck the Nod.| of &# Turtle Dove, which takes it to the The windows are) main office where Santa Claus sits n of ice as| smoking his big pipe.” clear as crystal] Just then there was a fearful nolse in 5 stone the back room, and all turned around he floors are! to see what was the matter. The Clown made of ice cream," shouted the Clown| Doll was writing as hand as he could Doll, “What are you doing?” shouted Prof, "One hour after school for you,” said | Waddlepop. Prof, Waddlepop, shaking his finger at} ‘I am writing a amoke letter to Santa the Clown Doll, Claus," said the Clown Doll, and they “The toys are made by @ lot of Fatries| all laughed, called Dawns and Twilights, That is,| ‘That will do," sald the professor; the boys are the Dawns and the girls] “you may now write an essay abou ere the Twiliehts. ‘They are ao called,” the Tov Pactory in the Land of Nod World Thus!” The Evening ; By ivi er everything in ¢ world she wants—imported gowns, Paris and pl of. i money, nil jewels and kisses and compliments. “How simple!” remarked the Mere Man wryly “Is agreed the I riy with Joye enthusiasm. You sec, a slave | is a perse 19 ds found, fed and paid for ving, A woman who has to change | her frocks seven times a day hasn't much time to run to suffrage meetings and | oth: wut the bal A woma o is bound up in French corsets and high | heels and houbled skirts isn't Koing to tyke much joy In trotting round to clubs | hair curled four umes a | right, 110, by Bobls-Merrfil Compan SYNOPSIS. OF CHAPTER 3 ntinued.> ner the Ugat in front of the Factory there | ded to see what she arn from ite u in at the gate and | / through the ent her progress must have irs had been a few | ida window that lub, and with three | she would lowe and wrong room she won the every revolver on the sil and , an at the very {nstant Fleming sat for a moment before he On that instant she eve was some one else in an who took an uncertain swayed forward realized that t nd disappeared as silent! It was Schwartz Daily M saan GUESS TLL RESIGN mY PRESENT POs! iOn FIRST, THEM GO AND TELL DARLING ALL ABOUT MY GOOD FORT | LTS Lucky be Saw THAT AD' EDING CHAPTERS. te fond Cat a lanery,| asks the anvwter 4! Ae Valen I whetow of emp to th ay directly hb itline, with F i nle, facing her and aim. Her even rubbed make them steady @ crash of thunder | covered the sound, | billed [her measure #0 whe We Ther the loss of the ing house and gue! he had kno into view, threw up as Then Into the hall oper seized} 6 h, Py) al Oh, You Ophelia! «~~ Copyright, 1910, ey (SAND DARLING JUST THINK.) 1910, by The as Pobiiding Co, (The New THIS POSITION WiLL PAY ME & HANDSOME SALARY AND WE | CAN GET MARRIED AND THEN TLL TAKE & MONTH OFF AND/ WE'LL. GO SOUTH OM URL | L RIGWT PATcHes!? \ Uelrer Got aren Flossy DONT ou Taine You'o BeTrea PAINT 2. 7 3 (His, Mose Reo 2 there was more beginning Schwartz, to with the drop had letters were ninouth not get t but others eq killed might he, he had he done; she was pubite yal df wart Wardrop ywiy in and closet watched his , ization 0 t had occur then as pani night she was quieter. She TEAM Ay pany oi “i news of a's death dn the) Marcery, pers and ated over it, But) {1K room or Dal ant to ruin wed the two men t > fell him kitene or Ww t ut her husbandt don the drams papers at the) ‘The Next night, when she ouse, where he Ing Marsery ming's body taken home that | day, Saturday whe had gone too] Schwarty was at the | tar ‘to sto wanted the papers be- got through tie side Lightfoot get at them a Ww. He had destroy the incriminating on That) vefare she got there, night she got into the Pleming house 1 to Ki jim he had struck | using the key she had taken, She ran-| aside sacked the library, finding, not the t¢ ters that Ward ad said were the more ineriminat ight and 1 Mar ing bad this is going mitten, We receptacle ® lozen collar and \ BET TER (GET THE By Clare Victor Dwiggins papers 1am not talking, I etending anaesthesia ut | ing tt 4 Hdith was read leas Bultn | sok the top fh e sald, to Auding unexpec nenved on the dlue | CHAPTER XXVI. punts | Lovers and a Letter. ! gap noon that day 1 telephoned to d to b {the Aunt Jane mys stumble turn out | bring the ehare | mouth a he thing to tell ngs tu ask you Higa er at the tation and the p. M 1 uded what 1 he 1a’ ¥y| included a little drive throug’ [and a—well, T ehal he wal » tell, at * in propriet nee for’ house. It was and muaty a nritinn te) way'|T had pleked up Harry's. Dan em Lexplained. “It's a om, Who's got the and a sult of ar Also a small fin What In the world are yo: December 10. 1910, GEE.WISH | HADN'T RESIGNED MY OTHER. JOB UNTIL I KNEW WHAT the Coptic Nerve! it's a Baptism of Fire! If you must r over! { The Boss ix a sand | Bays a Pig ina Poke Our idea of Gargantuan Gall ts the | | | If you win y ‘The chap who "Can't" alwa The t we're © alled! We can't take selves! 8H Some money talke—but the wise away, 1am going to Lond and e to Italy, if father qave me for the hold out. Fs ate poh throu, ie Fret arn the a de cent. think I shold Jonly sing m nate T hay clot and awl ave wanted | tell » Letitia will never want in: back <1 shal | are back. 1 wri was leaving, but 1 had ¢ attic, 1 had hidden | clothes, ‘a bled on the | have for fear your Aunt Let the paper in 1 at the stains ings in orde ‘L don't know,” she was saying, “Just t Si ne yi | wate until T see." r walked three | As she ca door, Maney eat teat a aT toda mabe’, Hire? | Aw she came toward the doef tok | E dust nd T wan ge Jack do jt ond it is time I " things 1 ik 1 ar and can u ith t | ) Did you m }A 1 did the strangest thing at Bell | wor 1 got down the stairs ve juletiy and out on to the porch. T I ny empty. travelling Koln thing new. in, tie | wetind me. ‘Then | | \ y surprise when | to fin’ kit and taking it with me, for he ‘ fou ather, Marger 1 y imber on it, and he rwed [5 va Try t ave v a docto Event Good by, my dear niece Tt suppose f tery tale of the year, Don't miss “Cheer Up, Cuthbert!” What’s the Use of Being Blue? There Is a Lot of Luck Left. By Clarence I. Cullen Copyrignt, 1V10, by The Frese Wublishing Ca (The New York World, : A "" RUE are no Shock Absorbers on th Its the hard fall that brings out the Bump of Acquisttivenesat s ot ? Money may make the rom “running out” on you! nic cuss, He says that ev Hard Luck battens upon the chap who cries “Enough?” before he's. u're “lucky,” and if you lone you're a “dub*—so let ‘em Some fellows who “have the goods’ can't find their way to the marke! ible with some of us Is that we dope out Terma of Capitulation njam growing’ tri¥plo #ONK®: | ing public credit. y well if 1 could Hadith ran to the telephone with 1 of wpeuk-| news for Fred, and for the fret ) that re ita dis. | She was nd on of the | brary table; in the other she hela "auned? © mine.) Jane's letter, half tremulous, wh Ls Thad | (endee, I put my hand over hers, aw | get away from that. She turned, A softly, Lith was still at the telephone, na ty | €eTY squirmed, but Dhetd her thght. 1 whe went swiftly back to the ane. Yeu, dear,’ sho said sweetly, ‘Phi are, this minute.” “tw |CAN YOU READ THIS? i Can you read this? Tt ts in odphe: otk. courte, But if you are clever em y lanc, that will begin’ in Mo Buzacar of Expertence! No natural born Money Maker ever had Paralysts Mare go, but it i‘ oy T & lot of difference between thundering tn Prospectus a naking good on Dividend Daj mm The Littlest Lie takes the Longest Squaring! Ct 2 ‘rhe boy who gets the sack from his First Job imagines over the Rules, walt tl the Game i time he hives a new maa he ar-Stenographer who expects to be pal | regular money for not belng able to read hie (or her) notec! y 2 ‘The Dog In the Manger generally lands In the Pound! eae Our iden of a Victim of Vanity Is the man who moans that the Whole Wort@ spires against him! ah ven a Nobody's found a Cure for Congestion of the Conectence! oh "Anything for a quiet life’ ts the Slogan of the Quitter! rr] The man who really i “there with bella” docan't ring ‘em all the time! = iu rt {n the Big Round Up till we learn to Ride Hora on our? ke the Day of Reckoning a Movable Feast! in speaks in a whisper! & The Window at the White Cat “By Mary Roberts Rinehart Author of “7 DAYS" @ y in my am going to have silk unt my clothes before I die, Your 1 ea year now | “AUNT JA\ tt mabip efrculars,| Then. w i a wadder bu That was Why} Allan Flemin: opened the packet, which as, for It had represented 8 last clutely at his wary, y ‘lay Mal ry and I tanding with on } the table, Margery!” I said. She did not stir. | “Marge w | love you—love you; it isn't possible you how much. There isn't ancusd ¢ in all existence to tell you, Oe wer, dear, @¥) 6, Margery—mine. You cant’! ery slowly, r level eyes and IT took her in with orway Kdith stopped and at THE PND. ve ee ee Aas an puzale it out hee oe ee 2.2. .2.69.2..8. WA ew tee ee ee D DFO I9FrigiasSfaD 43.59:.2 a5 Uing dramatio hew “ARSENE LU The Hollow Needl « World. Its the biggest 4 wy Sie ie Ba.