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ar eee The Even TFORBIO THAT GOOD FORNOTHING, NO ACCOUNT FELLOW OF Yours COMING ‘TO THIS HOUSE AGAIN, AND L WANT er i g FORGET Evenings With Eve By Helen Rowland. Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World). The Mere Man Chats With the Gentle Cynic. “ HY don’t you get married, Bobby?” inquired the Gentle Cynto, point- W ing to the loose button, which hung by @ single thread from the Mere Man's coat “That's what I want to know!" he returned pathet!- cally, as he calmly pulled off the button and threw it aw “I supp se," sighed the Cynic, stirring her coffee, ‘that no man knoy» why he doesn’t marry, any more than he knows why he does." “Perhaps it's because I'm too young, or too particular,” suggested the Mere Man. “Too—-WHAT?" exclaimed the Cynic, dropping her spoon with a clatter. “I can't find anybody good enough for me,” explained the Mere Man. “I don't want to waste my young life trying to reform a woman.” The Cynic stared at him from under her picture hat in blank amazement and forgot to recover her spoon. “Think of the way I've been brought up,” contin’ d the Mere Man calmly. “Of my boyish hopes, and illusions, my unspoiled nature, my fresh young @reams and longings; and imagine the shock tt would be to me to wake up and find myself tied to the averaze sophisticated, modern young woman, with het worldly ways, her clubs, her flirtations, her bridge whist and—and other vices, I tell you, a chap can't be too careful nowadays. I've known many a nice, innocent, trusting, well-bred young fellow, who went unsuspiclously into marriage only to find himself wedded to a Suffragette, or a mental scientist, or @ bridge fiend, who broke his heart and his pocketbook, with her wild ways and cruel neglect. A man can’t tell anything about a woman before he mar- ries her; and moat of you girls have collected a lot of bad habits nowadays, dis- tinctly your own, of which we know nothing’’— “Well, thank Heaven!” exclaimed the Cynic, recovering her breath at last, “that we've managed to get something distinctly our own, even If it's only a few faults and habits!” “Time was," went on the Mere Man sorrowfully, “when you were our guar- dian angels, but that's all over now. In these days, a man has to be his own guardian angel and keep his wife in the straizht and narrow path at the same time. * Time was when WE had ail the privileges and weaknesses and vental sins and none of the moral responsibilities; when we could be as wild and harum-scarum as we pleased, knowing that as soon as we got married you would reform us and ‘settle’ us. But nowadays no woman 1s willing to marry & man to reform him; it's quite out of fashion.” “Yes, retorted the Cynic drily. ‘We discovered that sacrificing one's life here on earth, for the chance of meeting a man In Heaven, was too much ike taking a chance in @ raffle. The man with a ‘past'—as far as his fascina- tion for us 1s concerned—is a thing of the Past!” “Yes,” rejoined the Mere Man bitterly. ‘s the woman with a ‘future’ who holds the centre of the stage nowadays, And if there's one human being on earth harder to live with than @ man with @ ‘ps ‘future.’ Resides, when you did the reforming, you could always go home to wrecked we've got to go on living with a Suffragette or a clubwoman or—or a Cynic—or else pay her alimony. We've got to go on being gentle and patient t,' it's @ woman with a) ‘mother’ if ft didn't work, We can't! No matter how our Mves have been | You Uke 'T ¢ a> =. — Competent, 1011 FATHER. YOU KN You FROM A GOOD Home| EST AETER WE ARE Oh, You Ophelia! eve Copyright, 1V1A, by Lhe Vreve Puvusuiog Co. (ihe New York World), (Cari: mia! ject kivpo eateries ‘Lo YouRSELE And SEE How ee cwentome mo ‘World Daily Magasine, Saturday. Jan uary 28, 1911. SEPtRA iS DARLI 1S UNJUST: &> Give us A DRINK And li GWE vou A Ri6s NERY FAMILAR by The Pros Pobtishing Co, (The New York World) By Clare Victor Dwiggins WONDER IF DARLING WILL BE WILLING TO START Lite WITH ME ON EIGHT, FIFTY PER. No Life Is Really 6a HERE do writer people get their plota? was asked re. cently, Where? Next door, upstairs, In office, church, store. Do you not realise that love and romance and tragedy, pathos and bathos, the humorous and the terrible and the pitiful, are walking Past you as you pause on the sidewulk only @ moment? ‘The people around you are stupid and | uninteresting, perhaps. The one is dutl- witted, that one inattentive, the other curt—almost rude, Ami you are irri- tated, You wonder why you must ibe annoyed by oafaike stupidity—bored by the commonplace and dull. Rome was improper, but it was euperd in its wickedness—it's eenatore were as bad as ours, but they ewung @ senator. ial toga over breasts that were brawny ‘4s well as bad. It's women had no con- aclence, but they walked as queens, with ‘unfettered limbs and trafling draperies, and If conscience were lacking, intellect was brilliant, And #0 Rome rolls her gorgeous pag- eantry (before our discontented eyes, and we wonder if all the cofor and depth and greatness and strength have faded ‘of chivalry? The keen rapter is no more, and the lawault now soothes honor's wounds, The toga and the biceps of Caesar are gone, Instead are the frock coat and the check-book, The queenly grace and proud, sweet Iips that made and unmade Roman history are dreams, ‘To-day we have the fashion-plate. And eometimes the soul cries out for’ color in the universal dreb—for pause in) the universal rush--for the “tender grace) of m dmy that ts dead"—for the poetry wan Greece and the grandeur that was Rome.”* Oh, we all know ft, in some form more or less inarticulate! It ts the nos- talgia of the soul—the homesickness for the toveliness and grace and stateliness that modern Gife has 1aid on the altar of Mammon. But of our eoul atckness at last te born 4 great pity. Rome and her splendid wickedness dima, Through the universal drab, here and there, we begin to see~ Give and Take By Ethelyn Huston that Mfe once knew—for "the glory that| *‘Commonplac does not know Him, perhaps, but @e lives that his life ha» touched and eom- forted and strengthened know him, His hand wears no richly mounted amethyst, symbol of dignities, Dut “along each knotted cord and vein we trace the varying chart of years”—¢he patient toll, the yearning gentleness of touch on shamed heads, the quiet tifting of others’ burdens, the warm, firm clasp that revitallzes the weary and the leas, And we know that &reatness that needs no sens! and that asks neither reward. And for the poetry and we have mised we begin to ie i no sign, that make up that which have tgnorantly cadled ‘commonplace.’ No life 1s commonplace. We are masked. And the face that you dull may mack @ soul that has wi through Dante’e furthest circle of When we touch the mystery oth life we tread upon holy psd ee? woman, slow of speech, dun- color of person and personality, whom you regard with ton favor, may be carrying @ would try the stoutest eoul and be Hiss i out of Mfe, just because “great Pan is you and your pride to your knees, dead.” Did romance die with the age| do not know. The man who {s curt, tactturn, you criticise as discourter’s. But only God and the night know of the soul, pros- trate, prayeriess, dumb beneath that great vold that Despair has made its own, iifting the dawning day as & @tone upon the heart that bleeds, amd, bleeding, lives on. You do not know, ‘Tragedy paces, stony-eyed, through the market place. Grief laughs, with a laughter more ter- ritie than all tears, in rhythm with dancing feet and the lilting of violins. Deepair emiles and restores @ handker- ohiet with a polished phrase as the nobles of France smiled and turned to the waiting guillotine. Terror jesta, while the chilled ~.oof eote chokingly from heart to throat, from throat to heart. Pain wrape itself in @ lie, as in @ mantle, and while the knife ¢urne it quietly watches the handle, And all this? ae my dear, is Herotem. ul the drame and the and the greatness of Rome, ‘The oer ting is different, the calors lees vived, ‘the Pantheon ts gone and the etatell- ‘ao in & glam, darkly'—the steady erat all tround us, ‘They ere useteire white flame of @ great @pirit, The world Next door, In office, church, store. and exerting our saintly Influence to bring out her better nature and to keep her in the straight and narrow way"—— “While you go out @nd wobble all over the broad and crooked one,” put in the Cynic scornfully. “And even then,” went on the Mere Man, ignoring the thrust, ‘‘we cannot be sure of making her see the eror of her ways, and of winning her back to @ ‘weet home life. For instance, !f I should marry YOU" —— “Don't talk of impossibilities, Mr, Cutting,” interrupted the Cynic hastily, “Would you give up your club?" persisted the Mere Man. “Wibich one, Bobby?” asked the Cynic sweetly, “And your gambiing—at bridge?" A New ARSENE LUPIN Story ~ Maurice Le Blane ps untedey (Comncaht, 110, by Doubleday, Page & Co.) | himself in front of the table, “Mlle, Ger~ will be my wedding present to Mile. Gande-Moubie ts only an Imperfect copy | “You must have founda dimeulty in melting eve, n vo lirtations 8YNO. or Pi ols ts Not here yet. ft of the one which now forms part of my | coming to terms. I can't believe that| “An, we are al: and an yore afar fur vec an 4 eemetgand meine done | We” M. Gerbols snatched at the notes, but | collection,” | Mile, Gerbois allowed you to speak t0| doing’ good! Woat' a touching eight! “How da ye ”, Ly pres fo ja vuglates 2% sn her presence indispen- | protested a Gerbok Higted: e | ni “Would you come home early evenings with no cloves on your Breath" pte the iteoy ae | PORe Ga lientce'ts sist below eamrriadi’ | Ane MiRete AG Deal carey, Raa we thie | """i aldort. 1 have not even the honor |to eink tet sae Naoehate ta. RP “wh—what?”" f is stolen. in it ee I see! Arsene supin Inspires | + an't be marrted if you ret at the shop how willingly I would/ of knowing her. A fady of my ac-|work, Lupin! ‘These two beings will bleas tefo hide the fce-cream soda; and no fatry tales about going downtown to] recently “bought by Gertols, The th Jonly @ partial confidence. He pockets! y COnRAAL BIL ate te Oving to da have tat sod have ie ahaintane oct seneak ts"ce York, iaealnl "eas et Tete tn ev ietastiey TROTUNE CTO Rita inte celta ; ‘our name "will ‘be teeo a Woman?’ Would you give up alt your bacholor-girl friends of whom 1} }i(00.C00 frie Gites etomt diam, the mone) | 5 at restoring th red Arsene Lupin laughed: | take the n plously handed down to thelr children vor and wet up and et your own breakfast when the cook wae sick, | But ‘neither can Arwne Latin, the famous tet, |HOAKE. Au, my dear maitre, T am | “What do you know about 1t?" "Yes, and yt would, besides, have yin the motor car, I]and their ohiliren's children. © © © ee Pocar your clothes two seanonst'—= x on, Ue ant, One Gem nok the tickei,|#adly misunderstood! Because fate has| +r know chat young ladies cher-|had the appreciable advantage of keep- aid Maltre Detinan. Oh, family ite! © © © Kemély Qifet and wear your clothes two seas Pet ail inetclint iden) woke iehiah ViggesiaH' "etait | Ob1Ked Me to perfor a rather | ti dreams. without Papa's consent. |ing the whole of number 614, series 23, Everything was nettled at|* * *” Ho turned to the window, “Is “Never! cried the Cynic desperately. A SNe Aisin Of he ee manen” "ezhale ddighat special chara oubts are cast | Fortunately ‘there are gor geniuses |for yourself.” the first Interview near the colleg.|our dear Ganimard there still? © © © MARRIED!" and she shrugged her shoulders expressively. et eau te aniiice ot Lapin ier | UPON My Kood faith e © * mine! T, @/ called Arsene Lupin, who discover the| "And you would not have thought of| Since then Mile. Gerbols and her new|How he would love to. witness this “Then y said the Mere Man, calmly Hghting his clear, “why IT don’t the chet, ne at 2 a, 8) aorupies ree ye a secret of those tharming souls hidden | kidnapping 1 aughter, whom all this| friends have been abroad, have visited | oharming display of affection! * © © pag we iinan's rome) However, dear mat ou're | away in their writing-desks."" business must needs have upset.” 1 and Holland in the moat agree. | But no, 1 roar Suzanne, erate demands uews Of afraid, open your window and call out.| “Dia you diacover nutiting else?’ | “All what businem? nd. inatructive manner form | nobody °° © they're’ all gonene's t There are quite @ dozen ectives in Jasked Maitre Dett “IT confess that] “The abduction © ¢ @ young «irl. Howey will tell you | By Jove, the postion 1s growing sertous! mn “ CHAPTER I. SCC a a [1 am very curioun to know way that deur alr, you are quite mia-|*verything herself #'¢ #" | | 's ® Y shouldn't wonder If they were . o you thin a Heoe desk was the object of your attentions. Gerbol# was not ab- 10 hall doorbell rang ree rings |in the gateway by now or by the I he Day s Good Stories (Continued.) Arsene unin galeed, he nd or | a Hiistorical reasons, my dear mait |1n quick succesion, then @ single ring, |porter's lodge * * * or even on the doubt if M, Gerbols 1s le of | Although, contrary to M. Gerbois's| ‘My daughter was not abducted! then another single ring. | etairs, Number 514, Series 23. throwing Ganimand off the s . ae opinion, it contained no treasure hee | | HN Kidnapping, abduction | "There whe in said Lapin. “My M. Gerbols made an involuntary move- . n, SEEN RSINE LUPIN closed the door| nat di yo ¢ ets, the | vond the lottery t of which I did | implies Now Mile. Gerbots| dear maitre, you would not mind| ment. Now that Ms daughter wes The Compromise. A Guilty Consclence. nl aN Ura outa eee | ager ok anhe veg Hat, kone Twat i an had een arted.'aa a hostage of her own fren *,) ' ee |etored to him, he began te see things ta . 4 happy and | 667 THAT view is rather unsei mal f poral led the or, looking for St for « time. 1 desk, | will. he lawyer ran to open the door. jthelr true light. The arrest of hie ed- HRY. wove cry song and very happy and | 6 I tr, Bimon Flexner, .the heal of the toning his gloves, said to the} swear to you, though * ¢ , | whlch Is made of yew and mahogany, | “OF ner own tree will!" repeated the| ‘To young women entered. One of |versary meant half a miliion to him. In- very foolish and very newly wed Rockefeller te, ‘at a dinner party | lawyer: That you have yetrayed MO?) decorated with acanthus-le apitals, |urotaasor in Goncuaion ‘ehom fu herself Into M. Gerbots's stinctively he took @ step towagd the thee Meaning, said. the south, “Bhat view reminda, me,” > “My dear maitre T can * ¢ * 1 don't doubt it, tut the feltows| wax found tn Murie Wale al And abe at her own requ arms. ‘Phe other went up to Lapin, She|door, Lupin barred his way, aa though “ was passiug through the bs ‘ait Ming a cer never thank you sufficiently for your are “0k, eres nfant Ut house at Tk s a] Why, quickwitted oun ady Mke! tall and sh ely, with ver: pale | eclden posta ee Mniru eady for cvobln Mt ob Kindness in consenting to defend my * ¢ Greaume! * * © And DJ-| has an inacriptio > | site. cee Gs ke aod her fair bale, which gilttered i en you going, M. Geeneiet to 1 gather the f ite y tie ght | rights, I shall not forget st euzy! * * All my best pals, wha 8 Dedic eon LE, Em-|a secret the bottom of her| ‘ike gold, was parted into two loosely | ‘To defend me against them? You ere Sa en sour nea in Wibwes WS" warn Wapat | Maitre Detinan coukl only murmur: Maitre Detinan looked at hiin insur of the by fis most faith: | heart, Ukely to refuse the|Waved bandeaux. Dressed in dlaok.| too kind! Pray don't troub! she A he lant "want to ‘let oe." Ie der, le and etuky, lad down ble 1, auK you never eang. T did not | prise. (Wh a calmne He was laugh-| ty ant, Ma n’ Underneath are| opportunity of securing her dowry, | Weaning no ornament beyond @ five-fold| 1 assure you they are more pe! verter alone sho tight commit some Hopkinaon, pale as ‘i he ar the oor, a ar aan te with an App nough he these words, carved with the Oh, T aseure you tt was easy enough Jet necklace, nevertheless struck @! than 1" And he continued, reflectively: pee is, fuss,’ muttered, ‘over a mutton| ‘Bells and doors are things tha’ e were amusing h 1 p child's |, "Thine, Ma: to make understa: that there note of elegance and refinement. What do they know, when EN ou’ what, Ret exclaimed cf i to do their i Without . game, with ne Rpeer, WY Ba pied afterward wher way of overco:ning your| Arsene Lupin spoke a few words tol phat you se hers 888 Aik nee t at) we'll 1 out 104 = = = = ner 1 h 8 is carelessness even « NAN | Be ve 0 th a, | and then > Mla. Ger Fae Thad I wil hold the taser ee Lee the Mant Of thet aakancr, aie Tne Ae Woes he wrllloardias “ alias wan? Grae lt a then, bowing ¢o Mie Ger haps, that Mile, Gerbow 1s hera too, a shit! pluck it and 1 will hold tt a c e iit o of the dete ansure ised to admire at the Malmatson witre Detina amuaed, | 80d oF th " Sanaver Our School. vty anne! What have Me ot ee weer. iv a. tthe Malmaison | Maltr y |e et apotogioa to you, madamot-| £2" they must have sean her come with es, cs hae Hepsi y t He p j an unknown lady. But they have no By Cora M. W. Greenleaf, | you ‘done with her?” repeated the pro- ‘on which the bank i A yt anes ae seile, for all thts annoyance; but 1 hope, | ides that I am here, How cow T 5 Or, ene Li: ook up the two bundle neverthy on yor A Sue St ‘ HAT! don't you Mke your school, |“*"tfeavens, sir.” sald Lupin, ‘what a!onr'ttter the other equnted twentrative AE Me oe, neileird (8 holes Snes ove ., senat ' * .| one ‘4 ge b . 100 i) | seal this morning om © to HE fame of the late ©. A. Dani WV little maid, hurry you're in! Come, calm yourself; notes from each of them and, ha h H d l l E d : ae Tid! Atak eaee: aan | eee h q ne ch $0 toy 4 4 & ” | 4 ? No, Ter a ain th aa mt | And: don't yim want to learnt) Pour daughter wil Sin your arth Wr"Juyen tho ‘ety vananotes th e Hedgeville itor wld ree avg .agy|knvret? Noy tn ail probability they are bet one Gay ‘ a " 11, dear! I'm almost afra: a ent!" sald | frock, coat, long top boots, long drooving mus | Well, well, He walked up and down the room and EB sept ‘ wing * * © Poorfellows! * © ® femme. ng, hat tad 8 Goeobre, fareded Wr) | Your ekiere oft epurn he tone of a magnate distrit prpole'e share Of your tam, B John L. Hobble | for the bent Unless they have guessed that the un- etiin and started right in by Alying ' fea a fina | then, in the tone nag and Arsene Lupin . , ke the op- fanart and Hgbt in by Myings me |The rough path to knowledge, and find | iti. thet ality P | bates thy known lady was sent by me and pre- ap hier Ye P Pheir lessons too hard. " ° ferbols, 01 4 | Li 9 8 Oe me th bi af my fried, tah, atl meta Thole leaeons too hard T congratulate you, M. Gerbols, on os Gwe me nothing,” waid Mastre | Vienne "tn "tim “about “pour | EMmELIORE een commissioned Ae a Da, Stee | eae. we Genie Tie Ne DIMAden Our eatnday the alli) way in which ¥ou'#0:67 JH | Detinan USTICE SPIKE refuses to marry any terest of thelr depositors at hear " | that case they are preparing te arrest of her ‘propagation, aah, 1 have called fede be gr apuleds e soive, |Maloulous ‘acltent we should simply | ‘What! After all the trouble we've J more couples until he Kata an expert|etlll some of them commit suicide, | “My gousin? * © © What do youl nor when she | vee” Sk how ou tell mushrooms from | Life gives for the problems 7 : | gi © * Tdon't wi eee e have met at the Btotle and saved Maitre | ‘opinion on the new gambling law, —- mean? The bell ran; h len * h a “Ol ou u tand ¢ © ¢ La Ryne OB ; NNI8 haa paaged from | your oousin Philippe ** + the young | Lupin atopped M. Gerbote with am man whose letters you kept so prec-| abrupt gesture, and in @ harsh and But @ poor recompense For the study and toll they involve, Detinan the annoyance of this visit However, it was destined other- | to GOOD took at a good-tooker ts | us. The deceased has deen erstand = me, ‘They inanimate The mistakes and suspense, You n to say, my dear mattre, | enough to convince any an that ut did not dle pe oe peremptory voice sald: mah a yon, ay Un Texan" |, | Rut we each have our leasons to learn, caught sight of the two, bundies that you refuse to nccept azything from the teat Kind of C Riri to crate |MMCOIS UGUI That THORN te eee ee ne councenanea'|TTaeee nies neal a ie ae went to know {sto distinguish between a toad-| IAttle girl, you and T, OF PAPEDOLIE ADS Gres uuon | having a bad reputation” | {8 one that Just looks good, — “1 then, taking Lupin’e advice, threw | your daughter and be reasonable; if 0) and a mushroom,” And our Teacher won't seem quite so * Let us waste no time, * ® @| He ut the 64,000 francs to the pro- | — RED DERK tried to make a mucc ret on more into her father's not * * * Ae for you, Maitre Detinam, cual, wey CAs) pen oy te Gent Mi ew) aterm | wan you aitow mer" 'fomor.” “Sfonsiour, iet mo give you this PY BCK HENDERSON saya thar ait Boe uo law business, but’ he was #0! arme, 1 have your word.” Fee dees mahi toe Aeeate Timex! ‘When we're thro'~by amd bap But,” eald Maitre Dotinan, placing in memory of our pleasant meoting—!i the bankersedo. not fave -the ins honest he couldn't prove anything, Lupin Yooked at ¢hem doth with « ‘(fo Be Continuedd , 9 ‘ 3