The evening world. Newspaper, December 14, 1910, Page 19

“Cheer Up, Cuthbert!” i What’s the Use of Being Blue? There Is a Lot of Luck Left. Coprngnt, 1910, ty The Pree Publishing Os. (The New Yess Warld. By Clarence L. Cullen OUR own worst enemy" is the fellow who @ays thet YOU are! u don't ged a Shovel for the Snows of the Yesteryears! | A “Bracer" may NUMB the effect of a Facer, but it never can HPAL tt! Often Trouble only means to pass the Time o' Day with you! Our {dea of a Beery Spectacle ts that of a He Person audibly sympathizing with himsel! It's a mark of distinction to be blackballed by the It-Can't-Be-Done Club! Sometimes it's almost worth while to get @ hard jolt | for the pure tingling joy of winning out! Your trouble probably is a Temporary Embarrassment, but the fellow sit- Ung next to you in the car may be living through @ Permanent Tragedy! “Bohemia” may have no sea coast, but t's pitifully easy to go to plecem on ite rocks! When you've danced you must pay the Kiddert “Just as Good Fish in the Sea” ts the Balm of the Beaten! The difference between us and the fellow whose game we try to buck Is that he always has the price! Our {dea of a Self-Stringer is the chap who imagines that a notary pubile’s seal and signature have nothing to do with keeping a Good Resolution intact! When they say that you ‘mean well,” they don't! Being a Good Follow is mighty hard work when you're reduced to Making & Business of it! “It's a good man's fault" 1s the Last Stand of the Won't-Quits! The True Word spoken in Jest generally is a Javelin! The chap who ‘laughs in his sleeve” snickers unpleasantly! doesn’t really he merely | ' Keep the Old Book as a Guide on What Not to Do when you Turn Over | the New Leaf! | Ho ——_____—_ Dollie Stories By Daisy Miller * olding Mouse, do you see?” ‘Oh, oh," said the Toy Dog, h his sides. “Where IS that Cat? “Come on. You put the Mouse be- tween my horns and we will see about that soft-footed Cat," said the Goat. ‘They stole upstairs and there was th Toy Cat, looking out of the window in the nursery. “Here, you wind the Mouse up with your paws, and when you are ready T will hold it until you can scratch on the side of the door as a real mouse does," said the Goat. So the Dog wound up the Toy Mouwe and the Goat held him until the scratching on the door made the Toy Cat look up, "Let go," whispered the Goat to the| Dog, and away went the Mouse right | BELLA, Goat Dog!" said the Toy to the Toy Dog one morning. “Hello, Goat!" said the Dos. “Anything new Yes," said the Toy Goat, “but you cannot keep a secret and I am not going to tell you what IT am going to do to that Cat, because you would go and over the floor in front of the Toy Cat. And she bounded after dt, while the Goat and the Dog stood outstte and “Come- with] jaughed, } Goat as he led the| And when the Cat caught it she said to herself: “I'll bet that 1s some of my friend, the Dog's dotngs.”’ Toy Dog downstairs. Near the last step the Goat saw a mouse as quiet as you please. ‘Hush! don't talk so loud. That's a| And she went away to hide the| Toy Mouse, and when you wind it up M get even with that Dog yet,""| Cat—Toy ' phe said. wall The Evening Wor World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, December 14, 1516. * I. ” age ete —. Kiow ALLYOU HAVE TO 1S To STAND AT THIS LITTLE GATE AND KEEP TH UNDESIRABLE ELEMENT FROM GETTING INTO TH PRESIDENTS OFFICE! SIZE EACH MAN UP AN' USE “(OUR OWN DISCRETION TKAST Ive Got THAT JoB vi ave he sone Prestice TER IN “TH BANKING BUSINESS. AT LAST THINGS SEEM TER BE COMING my WAT! iN OTHER WEE? IT Copyright, 1910, by The Press Pub) WORDS) Copyright, 1910, HERE COMES ONE OF THN NDESIRABLE ELEMENT! Aw ONLY TEN OCLOCK' THIS PRETTY SOFT, AN’ TLL NEVER ey BRAN FEVER HOLDIN DOWN “THIS SOB = NOW “For ‘ THE AWFUL THROW Down 7) OFFICE by The Press Pabitshing Co. N. Dutch & & MB & The New York World) STAND Bacic Runety WHAT WOULD ‘YoU HAVE. ? ( { lishing Oo, (The New York World), OH! LET GEORGE ooIrT: By “Pop"’ 3% Age es, ELL Tit BE— 1 OL" 32 of at Mrs. Solomon Being the Confessions of the Seven Handredth Wife. Translated By Helen Rowland. i Sayings Copyright, 1910, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York World), SANTA CLAUS, hear now my Prayer, and deliver. O me from them that would persecute and destroy me in this mine hour of discontent! Yea, from mine own folly detiver me; from the buy ing of JUNK, from the wasting of mine energy, from the scattering of my shekels, oh, stay me! From the SHOPS, protect me! For their temptations are TOO much! Let not mine eyes look upon the advertisementts, for I cannot withstand them, Lo, I have all those things I WANT! But I am a WOMAN—and I want MORE! From mine indigent relatives, O Santa, deliver me! Yea, and from my relatives-in-LAW, and all maid-servants, and men- servants, and laundresses, and head-waiters, and janitors, and dootblacks, and butchers, and bakers, and bellboys, oh act me free! For lo, they emile upon me NOW with grafty emiles! From the holly which shall Utter mine house, and the headache of the morning after, good Santa, epare me! Yea, stay me from OVER-BATING upon Ohristmas Day; from the refill ing of my wine-glaes, protect me. * For the indigestion of January (s not ae the revelry of December, yet it followeth as surely as the night the day! ' From the UNEXPECTED gift, whch covereth me with humiliation and confusion, now deliver me, From the writing of notes of ACKNOWLEDGMENT, and the GUSHING, | over offerings whch are an abomination in mine eyes, oh, spare me. From the kind friend who calleth upon Christmas afternoon, and inter- | rupteth my NAP when I would reat from my labors, defend me! From pumpkin pie, from cold-storage turkey, from “art” calendars, from cheap handkerchiefs, from weird bric-a-brac, from gaudy pillow-covere, from passe-partoute, from hatr-receivere, from hat-pin holders, from tidies, from lamp-mats, from new coptes of the Rudatyet, and from all burnt-wood offer. inga, now defend me! For, behold, I would make of Ohristmas @ SAORAMENT! Then why shall I offer myself a SAORIFIOR! Let the foolish rejoice in their folly. But, as for MB, I shall hate them that persecute me with their “Merry Christmases!” and shall revile them that love me TOO MUCH upon Christ- mas Day! Selah! BPQDHDODHHADDODOGOGHGHHGOGHGODHHOHOO™S (Copyright, 1910, by Maurtoe Leblanc.) , PRECEDING CHAPTERS, ry, ho af Dleasure tn listening to him. him in a less peevish ton “And are you satisfed with your ex- pedition?"* “Delighted! All the more as IT had en! never been present at a case of the sort, found; and I find that this one is not lacking He asked SYNOPSIS OF The great count in, Ni Ney stew %, plunder. ‘The Count bedroom, — Be vpggide hin Tes he in Interest." in throw little “light on | ‘Nor in that mysterious intricacy ened ete und’ nietarmtciot | Which you prize so highly"— police are summoned, With | the ‘And which is so stimulating, Monsieur , Je Juge d'Instruction! I know nothing ° police, ome intrud more exciting than to see the facts coming up out of the shadow, clustering together, so to speak, and gradually forming the probable truth." ‘The probable truth! You go pretty fast, young man! Do you suggest that you have youn Little solution of the rid- dle ready?” “Oh, nol” replied Beautrelet with a laugh. “Only—it seems to me that there are certain points on which it ts not Impossible to form an opinion; and others even are so precise es to war- are nvewtigation, ‘the night, “On¢ the supposed rey ot named | Ieidore, cleverness in ‘The visiui CHAPTER I. (Continued.) NVINCED or not, M. Filleu! did not look a@ if he liked the story. He asked, gruffly: hat are you doing here?” on. he mye ng Magistrate crose-quevtions him, “Why-I'm—P'm improving | rant—a concluston. my mind “Oh, but this ts becoming very “phere are schools for that: yours, for| curious and I shall get to know some: instance.” thing at last! For I dontess, to m “You forget, Monsteur le Juge 4'Iu-| great confusion, that I know nothing.” struction, that this 1s the twenty-third | phat 4s because you have not had of April and that we are in the middle | ime to reflect, Monsieur le Juge d'In- of the Easter holidays.” struction. The great thing is to reflect. Well?” Facts very seldom fail to carry their Vell, T have every right to spend my | 04. exotanation!"’ holidays as T please.”” “And, according to you, the facts “Your father” hi just ttat ig! 4 ot | Which we have just ascerttained carry fy father lives at the other end of | Teh we Nats Sa the country, In Savoy, and he himseit | ‘heir © advised me to take a little trip on the Don't you think so yourself? In North Coast." any case, I have ascertained none be- “swith a false beard?” | sides those which are set down in the "Ol, no! T t's my own idea, At} Melal report.”’ school, we talk a great dea! about mys-| "Good! So that, if T were to eak you rorious adventur r ive | which were the objects stolen from this stories, in whieh 1 © them | roomn—"* selves; we imagine any amount of ter-| should answer that I know.” ile and intricate cases. So I thought| “Bravo! My gentleman knows more 1 would amuse myself; and I put on about it than the owner himeelf. M. this false beard, Besides, I enjoyed the| de Gesvres hag everything accounted | clvantage of being taken seriously and ¢oy; M, Isidore Beautrelet has not. 1 pretended to be a Paris reporter, That | He misses @ bookcase in three sections is how, last night, after an uneventful| gq q life-size statue which nobody period of more than a week, I had the| ovo. noticed, And, if I Prat! pleasure of making the sogusintanse of lage ap ie astoed ny Rouen colleague; and, this m | a ees he heard of the Ambrumesy mur- ht anol again anewer you that I der, he very kindly suggested that 1 ow , with him and that we! All present gave a etart. The deputy geren hare the cost of a fly.” and the journalist drew nearer, M. aiaere Beautrelet sald all this with | de Gesvres and the two giris, impressed 4 frank and artless simplicity of which | by Beautrelet's tranquil assurance, lis- ‘¢ was impossible not to feel the charm, | tened attentively, M. Fillew) himself, though maintaining | / “You know the murderer's name?” ‘a Gstrusttul reserve, took @ certain “Yes,” 4 rer ern remem FDOOO®HDG[DD®IGODHDDDGHWOGDHO®DDHD®DGHOEDOOHOH|GGHWOHHODDOOOAPI HOS. DDOGOODGDHODHGOOODDHOSIVS acer ceramic eee ee BDODDOODODH GOODS “And the place where he is concealed, to the little door.” perhaps? | It was an unexpected and dramatic “Yes.” 'etroke. Imdore Beautrelet appeare? M. Filleul rubbed his hands. | nonplussed; “What @ plece of luck! This capture! “J, mademolselle? I? You saw me will do honor to my career, And can yesterday? you make me these startling revelations Raymonde remained thoughtful, now?" jher eyes upon Beautrelet, though “Yes, now—or rather, if you do not |#he were trying to seitle her own con mind, in an hour or two, when I shail| viction, and then safd in a steady voice have assisted at your inquiry to the| ‘At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, us 1 as end.” was crossing the wood, I met in the “No, Bo, young man, here and now, [sunk Tread a young man of monsteur's Please.” height, dressed like him and wearing a At that moment Raymonde de Saint-| beard cut in the same way—and I re- Veran, who had not taken her eyes ceived a very clear impression that he trom Isidore Beautrelet since the be-| Was trying to hide.” ginning of this scene, came up to M.| “And it was 17" Filleul: “I could not say that as an absolute ‘Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction—" | certainty, for my recollection 1s a little “Yes, mademolselle?” vague, Still—still, I think soit not, it She hesitated for two or three sec-| would be an unusual resemblance’ onds, with her eyes fixed on Beautre-| M. Filleul was perplexed. Already let, and then, addressing M. Filleul: {taken in by one of the confederates. “I should like you to ask monsleur| was he now going to let himself be the reagon why he was walking yester- tricked by this self-styled schoolboy? day én the @unk road which leads up Certainly, the young man's DODDDDHHDHHOPHHGGHBDOHDDSGSHAGDH.IAIO I/We: with) E e Leblanc spoke in his favor; tell! “What have you to say, sir?’ hat mademotselle ts mistaken, as I can easily show you with one word. Yesterday, at the time stated, I was at a but one can never You will have to prove it, you will have to, In any case, not what {t Was. Sergeant, one of your men will keep monsieur company.” Isidore Beautrelet's face denoted a keen vexation. “Will tt be for Jong?" “Long enough to collect the necessary information.” “Monsieur le Judge d'Instruction, 1 beseech you to collect tt with all pos- speed and discretion.” “why? “My father {# an old m We are very muoh attached to ¢; other—and I would not have him suffer on my ac- punt."" ‘The more or less pathetic note in his voice made a bad impression on M, Filleul, It euggested a scene in a melo- | n DDODDOODHHDODHDDDHODDHGGHIDDHDDGHODGHHOHODOHHHSGHHGHDOOOs Another ARSEN Needle’’ PDOGOOQOHOHDOHGODODSDOGDDGHWHHHODHDDSOOODIOHS the position ts| DOO COCO a ma, Nevertheless, he promised: “This evening—or to-morrow at latest, T shall know what to think.” The afternoon was wearing on, The examining magistrate returned to the Tulns of the cloisters, after giving orders | that no unauthorized persons were to | be admitted, and patiently, methodically, dividing the ground Into lots which were successively explored, himself directed the search. But at the end of the day he was no further than at the start and he declared, before an army of re. portere who, during that time, had tn- vaded the chatea: “Gentlemen, everything leads us to suppose that the wounded man is here, within our reach; everything, that Is, except the reality, the fact, Therefore, in our humble opinion, he must have escaped and we shall find him outalde.” By way of precaut however, he arranged with the sergeant of gen |darmes for a complete watch to be kept over the park and, after making @ frevh examination of the two draw- s Dignity. Y¥ dear girls, try to have eome dignity. Remember manly man—the kind for whose opinion you shoul care—will never ask you to lower your dignity for him, nor will he care more for you for so doing. If you write to a man and he does not answer your letter do not continue to write him asking why he treats you in that manner. If you make an appointment with a man and he to keep it, do not be too ready to forgive him until an quate apology or exouse 1s forthcoming. Dear girls, it 1s the man's place to go down on his knees before you. If there ts any pursuit to be m HIM do At VINCENTE Belteve me, dear girls, dignity ts not pride might better have too much pride than no dignit be done let the man do it. doing all the wooing herself. Did Not Write. | The Girl Who Ha 19 de alth So if there Is any court A girl can never win a husband \ yugh you | young ma mT thin at dea GIRL who signs her letter °M.| of, I am of the opinion that he thinks A L." writes: something of me. He asked for my “While on my vacation this sum-| picture and my city address, sayin | ive either, from him," I do not know how him Aw yet I haven't heard you expected the ng Man to write if you did not give your address. However, you are quite right not to give him your | photograph oves Her, YOUNG man who signs his let A ter “J. RoC. writes ‘Lam much tn love with @ young but she does not guess I care How can I let her know? not tel That 4s, A Bad Habit. | m | dearly, th vung lady you love you care enough to en engaged to a young met and | but he has one bad habit ove him He ing-rooms, visiting the whole of th and Marriage gusting to Co a0, him but how can [ cure Speak to the young man tactfully and kindly, 1 am sure he will be give up the habit if by eo de Does Not Propose. GIRL who signs her letter A Pp. A LL.” writes “A very wealthy gentleman has pald me a great deal of attention for to marr im, What am I to th ? | They Quarrelled, YOUNG A me to Phere is y reason Why you & v'mer I made the acquaintance of @ that he intended to write, 1 requees to chews tobacco, 1 really think {t dis-' invite the young lady to @ dance chateau and surrounding himself with; The ether gendarmes were | ell the necessary information, he took| hunting for thelr comrades a the road back to Dieppe, accompanied | had lefl standing sentry. They ended — ‘by the deputy prosecutor. dy finding them at a few paces from Night fell. As the boudotr was to re-| the little door. The two men main locked, Jean Daval's body had/ full length on the ground, een moved to another room. Two| gagged, with bandages women from the neighborhood eat up| “Monsteur le Comte,’ with It, assisted by Susanne and Ray-| sergeant, while his men monde. Downstairs young —Isidore| leased; “Monsieur le Beautrolet slept on the bench in the old oratory under the watchful eye of the village policeman, who had been attached to his person, Outside, the gendarmes, the farmer and a dozen peasants had taken up their position among the ruins and along the walls. All wes etill until eleven o'clock, but at ten minutes past eleven @ shot echoed from the other aide of the ho} “Attention!” roared the sergeant. “Two men remain here-you, Fossier, down there—a diversion. time they were tying up our and the business was “What business?” j “Think? Why its ee pian es « nd you, Lecanu, The others at the eet Pikestaf!! The idea came to me ten ‘They all rushed forward and ran|™nutes ago—but I'm @ fool not to have |round the house on the left was seen to make away in the dark Then, suddenly, a second shot drew them further on, almost to the borders of the farm, And, att at once, as they arrived in a band at the hedge which lines the orehard, a flame burst out, to! !t all, we beat the ground all day; the right of the farmhouse, and other | 4nd & man can't hide in # tuft of gra: flames also rose in @ thick column, It| especially when he's wounded! It's was @ barn burning, stuffed to the ridge | witchcraft, that's what tt ts!—— with straw Nor was this the last surprise aweit- Af Mae | nabbed them all.” his foot on the ground, with @ sudden attack of rage. “But where, confound it, where did they go through? Which way did they carry him off? For, das’ he scoundrels!" ghouted the @er-|'n& Sergt. Quevillon. At dawn, wh: geant. thoy entered the oratory which had | “They've set fire to tt. Have at them, | Used as @ cell for young Isidore Beals lads! ‘They can't be far away! trelet, they realized that young Isidore But the wind was turning the flames | Beautrelet had vantshed. toward the main building and dt became, 2” @ chatr slept the village policeman, necessary, before all things, to ward off | bent In two. By his side stood a wat the danger ey all exerted themselves | i two tumblers, At the bottom with the greater ardor Inasmuch as M. °f one of those tumblers were @ few | de Geavres, hurrying to the acene of t of white powder, disaster, encouraged them wi examination tt was proved, frst, | promise of a reward, By the time t ing Isidore Beautrelet had ad- they had mastered the flames it was stered a sleeping draught to the lock {n the morning. All pursuit woul | V!!l@se Policeman; secondly, that he ve a H | only have escaped by a window | situated at a helght of seven or eight ttle aw vil We'll look into it by daylight," eatd Che nena ph ty ae gn te e8\' | toot in the wall, and laatly—e charming left traces! we anal and tent! " detall this—that he could only have Mat uhail nat be morte” added af. | Feached thia window by using the backs %e ay ye of his warder as @ footstool, reason of this snes aw | ant MAY BE WOODEN-HEADED, Caller—I didn't know your son wag. at college, Is this his freshman year? — Mra, Bunderby--Oh, no, indaed! He's ‘Trapacript 4 a eyedppore, Basten nay be abl her t y re ruins of the sergeant called out