The evening world. Newspaper, February 8, 1911, Page 17

\ ‘”u Let George Do It! . WHAT IS OT YOU HAVE YES BUT ARE Tou GOING OUT IN THIS Snow STORM TO SEic it? wt By George McManus Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World), ' JUST FimsH A POEM ON “BEAUTIFUL SNOW” ‘Tv 00D: Sounds WANT THIS POEM ON SNOW? Now IF § CAN GET SOME EDitoR to Rwy iT: tu BE ALL RIGHT! | ke rf Reflections of a % &% % Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland 4 “4 | ; No girl is ever half so surprised when a man proposes to her as he is. When a woman marrics a man she gets only the “makings” of a hus- band; the finished product depends entirely upon her own work. One form of genius that never will de appreciated is a woman's genius for finding the things on Monday morniny that a man has spent all day Sunday throwing around the house. and emotions. 4 woman's intelligence can sometimes be gracefully hfdden—just like | any other defect. eesenentinr’: Aibemamneaeessnns | SCINTILLATING. Fu many a gem of bhiest glass or green The big, impenetradle safes of jewel- Jers bare; _ Full many a man is bom to cheat un- seen, And blow his Bleanings on some actress fair. Judge. Copgright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), | HEN a stenographer succeeds in marrying her, employer it merely means that-she is going to) take a lot more dictation for a lot less pay. Marriage never will be a successful partnership as long as men continue to regard it as on«‘ownership” and women continue to regard it as a “graft.” Py The greatest test of true friendship in a woman is her willingness to tell you when your nose needs powdering. Men don't propose as freely and carelessly nowadays as they used to—| perhaps because there are so many more chances of being accepted. Now is the time of the year when men begin studying horticulture and women “hearticulture” in anticipation of the first budding spring Rowers | i | IN THE OLD DAYS, Eve had just tle a garland of maple leaveg about her arklei “What on earth are you up to, my| love?" asked Adam, | “I am trying on my new hobble skirt, | sweetheart,” returned the partner of his! Joys with a sweet smile, — Harper's} Weekly, ' The Shell Game| WHAT Y'QOT WW THE BASKET, 10 Foon For , my FATHERS WEE witer Don't Hit a Little Chap Unless You're Sure He'll Stay Little Copyright. Wil by Phe Hrew Hubnshing Co (The New York’ World) WEL WLU JUST TAKE 2 PAN ANOLE COCOANVT JE MUSHROOM You warr Seve SEConDS Avo (‘LL BE BiG ENOUGH a odd Aw G'wan, Kip} CARE OF Tt Sow To HEADS (Copyright, 1910, ty Doubleday, Page d& Co.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. ron @'Hautvec, an old invalid, ie found mur- 1. Hie purse, a beautiful bond girl, is miss u Pe I vr d believes the crime “ itted hy the ‘thi and the Jatters ly." The ‘ata sale for ijustine , ie Bielchen, an rd et nndtries to identify \ime. di votimate tet ens senda fi fue," Arsene Lue the mysterious ran = ri i. Lula ealsaly afroducos ‘himself to itollock Bach greets (8 ther eourgectisly, “Showy then declares "ho wil ie Va mystery and hare Lupin linprisoned AM Pe Gaya The Vnglishinan Koes secretly 9 Jagpect he D'Hlautres home, Lapis sends Wilson, {PS torsed letter, to meot .. Bim ther CHAPTER IIL. (Continued,) Holmlock Shears. produced a sheet of er and by the Nght of hig lantern Sieurs read in ] amazement: 4 “Get up at once, Wilson, and go to the Avenue Henri-Martin as fast ae you can. ‘The house is empty. Go 4n, inspect it, make out an exact plan and go back to bed, “HOLMLOCK SH#ARS." “1 was busy measuring the rooms,” said Wilson, “wien J saw a shadow in garden, I had only one dea" — ‘0 catch the shadow * * * The {deg was ¢ t * * © Only, look here, Wils ears, helping his friend up him away, “next time you get a | from me, make mare first t a forgery.” “Phen t hot from asked Wil who began to have a gilmmering of the truth. “No, worse luc “Who wrote it, then?’ “Arsene Lupin.” ‘But with what object?" I dom't know, end that's just what bothers me. Why the deuce should he take the trouble to disturb your night's rest? If tt were myself, 1 could under- stand, but you * * * I can't see what interest’ * ¢ © am anxious to get back to the ho- 9 ain I, Wilson.” They reached the gate, Wfson, who | Was in front, took hold of one of the| bars and pulled it: | “Hullo!” he said, “Did you shut it?” “Certainly not; I left the gate ajar.” “But eee Shears pulled in his turn and then frantically flung himself upon the lock. An oath escaped hin “Dann it a It's locked! * * © The) gate'a locked He shook the gate with all his might, but, soon realizing the hopelessness of his exertions, tet his arms fall to his sides in discouragement and jerked out: “[ understand the whole thing now: it's his doing! He foresaw that I should wet out at Creil and he laid a pretty ttle trap for me, in case I should come to start my Inquiry to-night, In addl- tlon, he had the kindness to send you to keep me company in my captivity, All this to mak lose a day and also, no doubt, to snow me that I would do much better to mind my own buale ness oe “That Jy to #ay that we are his pris- mrs “You speak Ike @ book, Holmlock # and Wilson are the prisoners The adventure is © But no, me on Shi of Arsene Lupin, beginning splendidly © ¢ no, Wilson's hand, “Look,” he said. a ighu' * * A New Arsene Lupin Story I refuse to believe” * * ¢ A hand touched his shoulder. It was) sarcasm, in cheering up the wretched | miration, ‘Up there °° ° © It was true: there was a light vis- thle through one of the windows on the first floor, stad lighted ¢, and reached room at the same y both raced up, each by his own the door of the time, A candle end was burning in the middle of the floor, Beside it from whiclr protruded bottle, the legs of @ chi loaf of bread. stood a bas the neck of a cken and half @ Shears roared with laughter. “Splendid! Ie gives us our supper, It's an enchanted palace, a regular fairyland! Come, Wilson, throw off that dismai face, This is all very amusing.” “Are you sure it's very moaned Wilson, doleful “Sure?” cried Shears, that was too bolsterous ural. "Of course I'm sit anything more amusing first-rate farce * * * of ohaff this Arsene I He tricks fully! * © © 1 wouldn’ at this banquet for all world © * © Wilson, disappoint me. Can I taken in you? Are you fn that nobility of c makes a man bear up 1, but he do amusing? ly. with a gayey to be quite nate re! I never saw in my life, It's What a master Lupin is! © % © it 60 grace: ny seat the gold in the old chap, you have been mis- really deficient acter which misfortune? t give What have you to complain of? At this moment, you might be dagger in your ¢! yours in mine what you were trying lees friend” lying with my yout * © * or I with for that was far, you faith- FON } He succeeded, by dint of humor and | Wilson and forcing him to swallow a log of the chicken and a glass of wine. But, when the candle had gone out and they had to stretch themselves on Che floor to sleep, with the wall for a pi low, the painful and ridiculous side of the situation became apparent t6 them And thelr stumbers we In the morning Wi e, aching in every bone and shivering with co! [The Now, 1% GOING BREAK your A UTTLE FELLER \! wish PA S6ev Me Hits! Holmlock Shears looked at bim tn ad- “Why, my dea know all this? Yo makes me ashame Dh, it's very bursting with ¢ jmariss myself ta |of your instmaetic | instructions, as t you came from r chap, how do you ur perspleacity almost ed of myself. simple,” sald Wilson, | t. “I made those wht in consequence ne—or ratte, Lupin's » letter I tece:ved from tht +} £ have ittle dc ubt that at that mo- A slight sound caught his ear; He ment Wilson waa tr lock Shears, on his knees, bent in two! during iia struggle was examining graias of dust through] girubnery, Shears felt a flerce lc his Jens and thepecting certain hardly |ig wring his neck. Mastering himself | bd Aye chalk marks, which formed with an effort, he gave a grin that pre- jgures which he put down tn his note-| tended to be a amile and said book, ‘Well done, well done, that's an ex- | Escorted by Wiison, who seemed tO] cellent piece of work; moat useful. Have | take @ particular interest In this work,| your wonderful powers of analysis and he studied each room and found similar! jyservation be erciwed In any othe chalk marks in two of the others, Hé/ direction? I may as Well make use of also observed two circles on some oak panels, an arrow on @ Wainscoting and four figures on four steps of the stair- ca After an hour spent in this way Wil- son asked “The figures are correct, are they not?" "I don't know if they're correct,” re- piled Shears, whose good, temper had these dia | been restores at any rate, the mean § “Somet H wil son, sent the number of planks in the floor." “ont” "Yes. As for the two circles, the dicate that the panels sound ow, you can see by trying, and the points to show the direction of the dine Ber litt.’ _ the results obtain: o; that's all T What a pity! T {sing! Well, as ald." 6 start Was a0 pron things are, there nothing left for us to do but go."* 30? But hi The way respectable people usually through the gate.’ It's locked."* We must get tt opened “Whom b: “Would you mind calling " n walking down avenue? “But what?" “IUs very humiliating © © © What will people say when they 1 ou, Holmlock Shears, and I, Wis have been locked up by Arsene Lupin?” ‘It can't be helped, my fellow they will laugh ‘ke anything,” replied By Will B. Johnstona ¥'6IG BULLY PieKING OV HAD BEAN MusnRoomMS: Bo Grow Fasr! Shears angrily, with @ frowning face, “gut we can't go on Mving here for- ever, can wet" “And you don’t propose to try any- thing?" MM, man who brought the ner in coming or going. Tiers erefore, be another outer, Let k for tt, instead of troubling the that Only ot you Parls forget argued Y have been ole poll the w hunting for this outlet for the pas? six | and that L myself, while you , examined the house from dear me were @ t ttom. Ah, my Wilson, 4 pin 19 @ fort of game we are ni to bunt; he leaves not 4 nd him, you see ° * . 8 © 8 © @ Holmiock Shears and Wilson were let out at 1 o'clock and * * * taken to the nearo@t police station, where the uissary, after croas-qlestloning them severely, ased th with the most exasperating pretenses of oour- tesy 1 to. Wilson went to the office and asked for the key iis room T erk looked vurough the visitors’ book and repiled, 4 surpr But wave up your room this norning, sir!” What do you mean? How did t give Ket of provisions did not cross the | ( grieved beyond me You will hav ja Frenah hosp! lt ht you must word, Lupin | f nown you more considera | th kk a cab to the Elyaee Palace. | The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, February 8, 1911. Babbling Bess Copyright, 1011, by The frees Publishing Co, (The New York World), wf st mama a By Harry Palmer “Cheer Up, Cuthbert!’ What's the Use of Being Blue? There Is a Lot of Luck Left. O Broad-Gauge Man ever got any- where on a Narrow-Gauge Track! ‘That Pessimistic Pal who dishes up to you that “There's . nothing in anything” dope is trying to get you to become « fellow - member with him in the You-Loee Associa- tlon! “Let the other fellow do the wor- . rying” 1s @ sort Stwash logan of the Selfish! q The chap who izes his mind on the bellef that sooner or, later h going to “be there with dele” cl- ready hears the prelude of the chimea! Generally it's the correct kink to Look before you leap"—but we've seen & lot of fellows wha refused to do it snag some mighty good things! No good skipper ever waited for a heavy sea to re-stow or jettison a shift. ing cargo! ‘The Laughers’ Union has yet to suffer a Lockout! The fellow who calls you a Piker to- day {s Hable to be there with @ Touch to-morrow! The world isn't Half so Heartless as it is Just Busy! As between the Good Fellow and the Good Thing—well, the former generally corm broke, wheteas the latter, even it By Clarence L. Cullen Copyright, 111, by The Press Weblshing Oo, (The New Yoru World, } he IS easy, is there with a little change to digvurse right along! I’e better to Rotate than to Rot im @ Rut! * ‘The “Man from Missouri” usually te such a victim of Mental Opacity. that ‘he can't tell whether he's being “shown” or not! To-morrow 1# Another Day, NOT tf To-Night's a “Big” One! but If you percetve that you're going to get Into a, mix with Adversity, land the first wallup—the game counting fifty per cent. of the batth ‘The Orchestra of Opportunity omits the Crescendo Passages—but !t makes itself heard! Tt takes some of us a long time te learn to discern the halr-line of demar- cation between Conceit and Self-Esteem! it's queer how we always think ef Chopin's Funeral March when we hear jsomebody say of somebody else, “He Waa a Good Fellow When He Had It!” Every once in a while we go over our foollah lttle old date-book and do a lot of cancelling—and it works out all to the Bo Our idea of Nothing to Stick Around For is a Game in which there's a Player who Belleves the Cards are Stacked! ee PRACTICAL USI! “Bon, I hear you have joined the boy scout movement.” “Yes, dad." “Well, suppose you scout ahead and see your mother ts aitting up for me," Louleville Courier-Journal. By Maurice Le Blane up my room? | “What friend tter by your friend. | “Why, the gentleman who drought us ‘Here tt ta, with your card | yo letter, sed." | Wilson took phe letter and the inclo- sure, It was certainly one of his visit- ing cards and the letter was in his writing od Lord!" he muttered, ‘There’ &@n enemy so formidably armed, 90 won- @erfully equippéd—and to beat him— takes * * © @ man like myself. And, even then, Wilson,” he added, laugh- Ing, “one does not succeed at the first attempt, as you oe © ee we At 6 o'clock the Echo de France pub lished the following paragraph in ie special edition “This morning M, Thunard, the Com- oiler nasty trick.’ And he added, | Missary of Police of the Sixteenth Di- anxiously, “What about the lugvage vision, released Messrv, Hoimloak | » your friend Shears and Wilson, who had been com ‘Oh! So you gave it t 2 fined, by order of Arsene Lupin, tn the | “Certainly, en the authority of your! late Baron d'Hautrec's house, where card.” they spent an excellent night, “Just so. Just 90." “They were also relieved of their iag- be went out and wantere:'@age and have laid an informatie 1s Champs-Elysees, slowly and | against Arsene Lupin. eiently, A fine autumn sun filled the, “Arsene Lupin has been satiefied with | avenu: o aly was mild and light, giving them a little lesson this times But { Ate ‘ond-Point Shears lit his pipe | he earnestly begs them not to compet esumed hiv walk, Wilson cred | take it 60 calmly! ‘The man laughs at you, plays with you as a cat with @ mousemand you don't utter @ word!"’ Shears stopped and said to: perspicacity In od, of organization that all this sents?" ou mean to say” “I mean to say, Wilson, thi | “IL can't understand you, Shears; you plays » to Mwbt | him to adopt more serious measures,” “Pooh!” saki Holmiock Shears, eramp- ling up the paper. “Schoolboy trieke! That's the only fault I have to find with Lupin * * * he's too childish, too Sema of playing to the gallery * * * Hepa street arab at hearst’ m thinking of your visiting card, | "So you continue to take tt caiaiy, Wilaon."" Shears? | yy “Quite calmly," replied Shears, tm « We is a ' y way of | Yolce shaking with rage. “Whate @e | prev. \ posalble struggle with | Use of belng angry? [am so certain ef 14, obtains specimens of your hand- | )®ving the last word!" writing and imine and has one of your (To be Continued.) irda ready in his pocketbook, Have —_———_ you thought the ami WOULD HE? What would the devil say if he came to Broadway? asks » nBwepsper, We reply: “Phis is my own, my gelive land.'—Buffalo Commercial.