The evening world. Newspaper, January 23, 1911, Page 13

Reflections ofa % & % Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Coyreistt, 1011, by The Freee Publishing Os, (The New York Word) MAN doesn't give his heart to a woman any longer; A he merely leases tt to her for a few weeks ata time. Divorce is @ radical surgical operation which re- Nieves the heart, but leaves a life-long sgar on the soul, When a husband says that he's sorry for having angered his wife, he usually means that he's sorry for himself. A wise flirt wears his scalps beneath his waistcoat; only a masculine or @ feminine fool goes about waving trophies of the love-chase, anne | To a woman her first kiss is a consecration; but, somehow, to a man it always seems like a desecration. | Somehow a man docsn't feel half so much married ten years after the ceremony as he does ten minuies after it. The girl who makes the best marriage tie is the one who keeps only one string to her bow, and concentrates on manipulating that, After marriage two is awfully dull company, * Dumbwaiter Dialogues By A:ma Woodward Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World), | Naming the Baby! herton., Hardwick, Mrs, Aliron, Mrs, Loomis and the Grocers Boy, RS. H. (calling)—Lou! Lou! Mrs. A. (excited!y)—Yeu; what's the matter, Alice? Mrs. H, (delightedly)—Dorothy has a little girl! A.—Really? Isn't that fine! How much did tt wetgh? Mrs, H.—Seven and three-quarters, and it's the fattest little thing, and blue eyes, and they say it looks just Ikke me! . Mrs, A.—Weill, well! To think of you're being a grandmother! Time does fly, doesn't it? | Mrs, H. (patting her waistline)—Oh, “grandmother” doesn't mean anything nowadays! Look at Sarah Bernhardt! I'm only forty-two, and every one says I| don't look a day over thirty-five! | Mrs. A. (gractously)—You don't look old at all. Maybe a little more tlan| thirty-five, but not old. Mrs. Ly (suddenly)—What's the excitement, follcs? Mrs, H.—Dorothy has a little girl! Mrs. L, (tactlessty)—Oh, isn't that too bad? She wanted a boy, didn't she? Mrs, H.—Not particularly. And, anyway, I'm glad it was @ girl. You can| keep girls under your eyes. Boys you're never sure of, Mrs. A.—Xes, that's true, Boys are always uncertain, What are they going to name the baby, Alice? Mrs, 11.—Now that's just what I wanted to ask you about. Both Harry and Dorothy want me to name it and I can’t decide. Mrs. L.—Why not name her after you? Mrs. H.—Oh, because I don't believe in that any more,’ ‘T'don't eee why a child should be eaddled with an ugly name just because it happens to‘run In the family! Mrs. A.—You're right, Pretty name. Mrs, H. (with forestzht)—Yes, something that will look well tn the papers when she gets married. And she has to have a middle name, because two letters don't make a pretty monogram, and girls have so many things during their dives that have to be monogrammed! Mrs, L.—Have you thought of any names at all? | Mrs, H.—Well, in a book I read once the heroine's name was Evadne, I re-| Member it made quite an tmpression on me at the time, Mrs, A.—Oh, {t's pretty; but kind of theatrical, don’t you think? Mrs, L. (conclusively)—Yes, Evadne won't do, | Mrs, H.—Then I thought of Jessamine, but Dorothy says they'll on! her and she just hates Jessie Mos. A—That's the trouble with most names. names very well. Mrs. I.—For myself, I like the steady old names—Margaret, Eleanor, Con- | Alice; especially for a girl, A girl should have a Jes: They don't reduce to nick- stance. | Mrs. H.—Oh, but, my dear, they're not a bit artistic! Something of ts what we want, Mrs. A.-You wouldn't think {t was so much trouble Just finding one name for | a Uttle baby girl! Mrs, H, (gravely)—A name's a very tmportant thing, Remember, you have to | keep it all your life, | (Mrs, Alison's dumbwalter bell rings.) | ‘Mrs. A. (leaning over)—Who ts it? | Boy—Is that you, Mis’ Altson? Mrs. A.—Yes; ts that you, grocer? Boy—Yes'm; the boss says that he guerses you'll have to go down to one of them Eyetalian joints to get that stuff you asked for. Me says the trade in dis neighborhood don't eat it! ‘Mrs, A.—What—the angelica, you meant? Boy—Yes'm. Mrs, Li-What's tho¢? Mrs. A.——Oh, It's some queer stuff that Mr. Aton had downtown, and he’s Just crazy over it. Mrs. H. (eagerly)—What did you say the name was? Mrs, A.—Angelica, Mrs. H. (excitedly)—There's a beautiful name! And just givo it a French tw! Angelique! Mrs, L.—Sure enough—and t's odd. A.—Yos, and If they do abbreviate {{ It'll be Anel, and that's lovely! H, (contented!y)—Isn't tt funny; you never know where a@ thing's com: | | ing from! Who Says This O!d Earth Is Not Hustling Along? Py F bert Hubb rd Jinkins, Copyright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), DON'T know whether I wortd IS movin’, an’ movin’ good an you ‘tout my unele ein’ | switt!" close to elgity years old.| An’ then I said (rememberin’ what I'd | Well, he Is. An’ he's an in-}read ‘fore now), "Do you think folk are any happier with all these things than they were wivhout ‘om, uncle?’ The old man didn't wa't a second. | OF COURSE I DO!" (That !s the wa he said {t, real good an’ lou). ‘ terestin' old feller, too, [ twll ye. Got a menory Mke—Iike a talkin’ machine “record.” Tother day ‘he'd be'n readin’ one o° these low-spirited pieces in some paper rev other ‘bout the world gittin’ worse | nake me billeve iuut what fol’a alti | and worse—you know the kind—an'| appier with every step ahead that the then he couldn't hold in no longer | nventors take. The gain may be glow, Says he: out iv'a there, all right. This old word | “T. Ls about ‘no progress!’ Why, the! 4 a-guinin’ every day, an’ it's goin’ to | wort! ain't goin’ any.hin’ BUT mak: | rcep on, too, prozvers, what's heppened in my] An’ let me tell you another thing | lifetine," an’ the old man took a sheet | young man" (meanin' ME): “The gain | 0’ payer an’ Wrote this row o° things: ! ain't wholly in a material sense. Stan -| Newspapers, railroads. telegraphs and| ards o' life are gitiin’ Mgher. Men do| telephones, el eabis, electric lights, a lot o' wrong thing: course, right | trie street now, but anybody that's posted ‘Il tell loss telegrap s and telephone: you that every once in awhtle some evil pianos, tal ing machines, moving pie-| or o:her gits clipped off the List. Bimeby | navigation of the alr, the list’ll git pretty small, Then maybe | ba An’ then he looked over a spell |g time'll same when there wont bal sald: Maybe [ain't got ‘em all in—| ayy List AT ALL." but, then, some that I HAVE put in| stm ‘trad you won't be here then, were agoin’ BEFORE my remembrance | said I, | —lke newspapers, Dut what o' that? 0, nor you neither, boy! Dut ‘The newspaper AS IT 18 TO-DAY has| somMERODY will!” all come up in my time, You know that’s true, don't ye?" > ol T sant T ad, HER PHOTOGRAPH, “w he Kept on, “it's a mighty AN—This ts my latest photograph, | good list, ain't it? An’ all in so few |° years! An’ Edison a-sayin’ that ther @ heap more yet to come! J guess the What do you think of It? Fan—It's beautiful, dear, out it Goeen't ook the least bit like you, i} MAT 00 VOU THINK, BET= MAS: CUSHTORURN BOUGHT A #5000 rome moto SHOW! bo GET Mt T! We MUST KEI Let George Do It! SAY BILL, 1.GOT 4 GOOD PpuzzLeE' Babbling Bess VERT TUATS THE CAR MY LITTLE WIFE WANTS WAAP 17 UP! 27 Hours @ DAY FoR LHAVE tre nue WORKIN: A veal By George McManus (The New York World) ut Dw The Prom Publishing Co, Conyrtett, 1011 V WELL WHAT Y/ IF USHOULD Pay TEN CENTS FOR { rHATs eit / APPLES AND GRAPES ARE A TOUGH || : FIVE-CENTS EACH WHAT TIME one! / By Harry Palmer wt ef 101) be The trees Pobitehing Oo (The New York Works BESS YOu Run UP TO THAT LIT TUG JUNK GROCERY STORE THE CORNER. AND GE ty CRACKERS | NEVER Bur taut ss CRACKERS Wilt. DO. OW My, 1 HAVEN'T ANY, CRACKERS TO SERVE WITH TEA, WHAT wile 1 po P i} { () Just a Glimpse Into the New York Shops (% %, shows the trend of fashion, os | PRB high-class shops are now dis-| | T playing advance styles for the benefit of th se number of customers who are thetr way | to winter resorts. 8 shoppe an early apnte Serge ad in dress mater blues that have had euch a " e veil! again the first favorites. The white sergos with pencii stripes are in demand aud promise to be popular with summer travellers. ‘There is a largo oal§ for satin sults! in both black and navy blue, wile millinery re 19 @ desided pref-| Jet. The tunic has the open front and {decorated with Rostand’s hero in nate 4 he Evening World Daily Magazine, Monday, January 23 % | oY on the other hand, where was, Rey» monde? Lupin, meantime, was murmuring, | dreamily “ her a An ot 48 ny) (Copyright, 1910, by Maurice Leblanc.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, Lupin, the ot geniva'’ of France, of the Count fe Gearms. Inigo Manas | ‘of De Gear res Isidore, abled | re two as (who i Lupin in disguise) map Ata ‘inner given in Tadore's * article by “Arsene. 1 Tt rene it al i tuuruorty to tel the history, of & Ning-ysiare, Hollow » earn th secret he is mies his march f & jplace, bartled by fa r the Holow na Riteourre ranean bis the sea Nee The police, nimant, Break into the cave, CHAPTER XI. (Continued) PAUTRELET, mad with cu- riomity, stood in front of Lupin and awaited event without understanding what Lupin was doing or contem- To give up the needle was all but why was he giving up What was his plan?) i to escape from Ganimar pret very! well; hinaelft? ope And, ARSENE LUPIN Stor “The Hollow Needle By Maurice Leblane | “Lapin ts los | moral (1, BABY —~ X SEE MRS CUSH TOBURM HAS A MONOPLANE Now~ 00 GET ME ONE! £ But Ganimard's appeal for essi shook him. His hand closed on’ butt of his revolver. “If I take part in it" he And I have the it's my dut Their eyes met. Luptn'e wi watchful, almost Inquisitive, as tn the awful danger that him, he were interested only in the problem that held te man in its clutches, Woul decide to give the finishing strommrt. the defeated enemy? ‘The door cracked from top to bat “Help, Reautrelet; we've got Ganimard bellowe Isidore raised his revotvey. F What happened was so quick ¢! knew of it, #0 to speak, only by the result, He saw Lupin bob dawn, run along the wall, skimming the. right under the weapon which Gai was vainly brandishing; and he If suddenly flung to the ground, up the next moment ana lifted by an fm vinetble force, ine 0 aoe Lupin held him in the alr, like shield, behind which he hid hmeelf, “fen to one that I escape, Lupin, you se 8 never quite ed his resourc He had taken a couple of brisk steps backward to the triptych. po Beautrelet with one hand flat ches ryt the other he cleared anna ge | el the littie door . hind thei ‘A seep atathdassl’ apparel thelr ey: ‘Come aloni ‘An honest man-— Arsene Lupin an honest man—no more robbery—leading he life of everybody else, And why not? ‘There ts no reason why L should ot meet with the same suc But o stay that row, Gantmard! Don't you know, you ass, that I'm uttering historic words and that Beautrele, 1s taking them in for the benefit of pos- tority?" He laughed, ‘I am ny time, Ganimard will never the use of my historic word He took a plece of red chalk, put a air of stens to the wall and wrote, tn arge lotters raene Lupin gives and beqeaths o France all the tres In the Hollow Ne dition that (hese sures be hou at the Musee du Louvre in rooms which shall be the Arsene Lupin Rooms.” he guia, “my consetence is at e rt 1 Tare quits,” The attackers were striking with all thelr mi One of the panels burs: n two, A hand was put through and fumbled for the lock. hunder!” sald Lupin, “Phat idiot of a Gantmard ts capable of effecting his purpose for once In his life.” He rushed to the lock and removed the key “Sold, old chap!—the door's tough, I have plenty of time—Beautrelet, I must say Kooly, And thank you! For really you could have complicated the attack, but you're so tactful!” While speaking, he moved toward a large triptyeh by Van der Weyden, ren. esenting the Wise Men of the Bast He shut the right hand panel and, in so doing, ¢ ose) a little door con-] eated behind It and selzed the hawdle. ‘Good luck to your hunting, Gan ~ mard! And kind regards at home!" A pistol shot resounded. Lupin <== Jumped back (gry cranranan WANTS, Some ) YOU GOTELL YouR, - | Ah, you rascal, full in the heart! KERS SHE SAID. SHE. 18 NO. -p |_| Have you been taking leaso You've JNEVER BOUGHT ANYTHING } SUNK STORE, AND LDION'T || | done for the Wise Man! in the HERE BEFORE THAT THIS BEYER BOUGHT ANYTHING DO NOTHIN heart! Smashed to smithereens, like a 65 WAS A JUNI: STORE Bor FROM ME AMD NEVER, Wil: AND BESS ‘ all ta at the tair!”? J 3” ) here ane © RICHER TOUD Hire, BUT I Was'T Lupin, surrender!” roared Gantmard, ae aan po Tr ’ wit eyes glittering and his rm ‘ AGAINS volver ahowing through | the broken ae § M of the doo! irrender say" fe CEE ts = t rd surrender?” = sel 2 > limb I'll blow your 22 : JN can't get me here Aw a fact, Lupin had mo imard was him the Ganima erence for flowers, A number of the) back and ts finished mM the new potnt] ural colorings, among which are ash+) movements. I hats exhibited have the crown complete-| effect. The bodice portion, which | trays at 29 cents and salt shakers at) rated the two ly covered with bright blossoms. Some| separated from the akirt of the tunte | the same price, A s wet is 0 w r ‘or a good bargains can naw be obtained in| by a jetted girdle, has an open vest] namented with two roosters and sells) &!!\ Sood framework winter garments, Sweaters that were| front. It 44, at $1.8. At the same figure is a +! es! . 4 t $6.00 two m ayo are ne and| The w 1 Who cannot wear one of. tical breakfast-ta! ornament a) teat th v Raby yes gi the assortment Includes some beautiful | those cause tt gives|a fancy plate containing six rer im, uring at him olored effects, her a e might try one of thel exe ornamented — with that Raby's bonaeta in white caracul or new five-prong shell combs, They are | roo heads, and the popular bird! — Isidore fact, had not bud ad silk are trinmed with bright ribbon! very Mgnt and have neat rhinestone|in natural colors adorns the centre of t moment, an eager, | bows and rosettes, and are tonal! settings. T at $2.09, {tno plate. h AIRE. a = ave valuo at 49 cent Witi the opening of the theatrical) Pillow cases (45: hoa Lula cisenattv ana ta trlne Aen Tunica Will again be popular next] production there ts @ revival of thelered inital and neat floral spray ar@| tie prey which he held at his merey season. One in black tulle has the effec-' Chantecter craze, An attractive table $1.25 a pair, They ary packed in a box tive lacet embroidery combined with shows @ large assortment of crockery and tied with ribbon, —— was prevented by some inexplicable ntiment, | the Beautrelet him. forces are beaten—tet us tention to the Frencn fleet. Waterloo, Trafalgar.—You'ro some fun for your money, eh, Oh, how good: Usten to them at the triptych now!—It's too late, children.—But hurry along, Beautrel | ‘The staircase, dug out in the wadleet | the Needle, dug in {ts very crust, round and round the pyramid, en it Ike the sptral of a toboggan slide, Each hurrying the other, they clat down the tr taking two or At a bound. Here and there, @ ray, ht trickled through a fissures Renutrelet carried away the fshing-emacks hovering «& |dozen fathoms off, and of the torpedo-boat. Pi ‘They went down and down, Tat silence, Lupin atill bubbling over merriment “1 should Mike to know what ts doing? Is he tumbling down other staircase to bar the u sone! against me? No, he'a Bot such a fool as that. He must have left four men there—and four men are euffl- clent He stopped, “Listen—they're: shouting up above, That's it, they've. opened the window end are we their fleet. Why, look, the busy on board the neing signals, ‘The know you, you're from the Havre, crews to the guns! Hullo, th commander! How dare you, ain lle put hts arm through @ waved bis handkerchief, Then tinued his way downetains: t “Tho enemy's fleet have set all eaay? he wald. “We shall be boanled before we | where we are. Heavens, what funt"* | They heard the sound of voices [low them, They were just thea broaching the level of the nen and tba emerged, almost at once, into @ ave, In which two lanterns wer ng about in the dark, ey | A woman's figure appeared and @irew | itself on Lupin’s neck | "Quick, quick, T was so nervous you, What have you been doing {aigas t alone’ assured friend Beautrelet. Just th had the tact-—but I’m later~there’s no. tima, you there? ‘That's ti couroE er at at ready, * said Lupin, In a mor he noise of a rack autrelet, whose ecoming used » 1 by t of quay, at the edge and that a boat wus float. said Lupin, const. ations, | “This ap, eh, Tstdere, ‘t understand, Aitiit, think, AS the water is no other than the which filters Into, percetving th excavat n high tide, the G 8 thar I have a safe Little private gpg stead all to myself it it's) closed," Beautrelet | tested. "No one can get in or out'#my “Yes, I can,” said Lupin, “and? | gotng to pove it to you.” vine. | He began by handing Raymon 5 ame back to fetch Beaut I healtated Mey (To Be Continued.) “The Blonde Lady,” by Le lanc—an ARSENE &i story of a duel of wits between Frenoh “thief genius’ and a f English detective—will begin Thureday's Bvening World, Jan, | | ¥ ee