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The Journal of a New York Society Girl By Alice Eldridge. “My heart is a lonely hunter, that hunts on a lonely hill.” Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York World), f TRANGE, this desire that pos- | sesses me, this longing to let } the world know what I feel, I} what I endure, what I desire! Tt is not conventional and Moet improper—positively tl<bred, I sup- Pose, but I must, T MUST! I can stand {t no longer. This ice-cold band around my heart {# stifling tn 1 must eave it or I belleve I shal! go mad. If I had an intimate friend or a lov like the knight of all young giris’ dreams (that ‘very perfect, gentie knight,” who T atlil believe exists for some more blessed than others. Oh. the lucky, lucky girl!) I suppose I would pour this mad torrent of words into thelr ears, No, if the days had brought or could bring to me that prince of dreams I would not need to ease my heart, while as for the intimate, the trie friend, well, slaves In the market place of society do ot have true friends. So, big world, you will have to be my intimate and your ears will have to be flooded by the strangest, maddest con- fession a young girl ever made~a con- fession without rhyme or reason, a con- fession not understandable by conven- tional people, who never wish to stray without the gilded fence that en«ircles them, who regard the same gilded fence as a safeguard—a safeguard! Good heaven—prison bars for those that see. But how few see or understand. Will you, to whom T am writing In an insane attempt to ease the ache from off my heart @ little, will you understand? You see me, or such as I am, rolling by every day in our limousines, swathed in furs over and over their welgnt in gold, you read of our actions at the Horse Show, at Newport, at Tuxedo, you gaze upon the outside of our magnificent palaces along Fifth avenue—and you envy us. You think our lives are ensy, free from care—we, who are born with a golden spoon in our mouths, rocked fn a golden cradle, bred in a golden palace, trained for the market place, to be bought by gold or perhaps by that more glittering nightinare, a coronet; we, who are born to everything except freedom, rounded by everything except truth, all power !n our hands, except the power to he ourselves—and you envy us. It t@ well for those that have no ur conventional desires, to whom the spring breeze does not bring the long- ing for the unknown way, the unknown face, to whom the turn of the road means nothing, who pace the circle of thelr gilded cage in vast content, who do not strain aching eyes toward the western sun, symbol of a land of fair Promise. For those it is well, [ say. But you, who envy us our jewels, our 1 our dresses—you, of care, our houses who envy us the vast nightmare wealth, listen to the votce of one w: waa not born content with the silly pacing of the golden cago, who had a heart within her to love, blood in her veins that deat with the promise of spring, who had a brain to phink and whese soul, longed to be freo and live for once, If omy for one divine minute; who could cry with the polgnant meaning af those| lovers of Browning's: “We have not luugned free, Starved, feasted, despaired, been happy. T aay, listen @ while to her, a little while only, then see If you still envy. Wt is a gray night, @ flurry of snow harassed and bleeding, | in the air; in the country the ground would be powdered with fine white. I know; I once spent Obristmas in an English duko's country home. And once I went for the week-end with an American famtly to their country house and on Saturday afternoon we wan- | dered over to a hill whero people, coasted. This time the snow was thick and “crunchy” under foot. I stood at. the top of the hill, with my long seal-| akin coat around me, an “expensive vell fastened with jeweled hatpivs to my hat, and watched the flying sleds with | their Srey and white sweatered occu- | pants. I felt as tf I represented a huge) money sign. I was introduced to them | ail; there was one, a girl in a grey | Sweater, piquant face flushod under her | tight-fitting coasting-cap; tiny strands \of hair had loosened across her white | |forehead. Beside her was @ man—one of those men’ we see on our football | teams, broad-shouldered, thin of every muscle finn and’ under perfec control; handsome, with something in) his face you instinctively liked. 1 don’t | know what It waa, but I was feeling | lonesome and cold around my heart, and looking into his face I wanted him ‘to draw me close, to shield me from—| on, I don't know what—ut I felt he would understand; and I wanted com- |fort and understanding, I watched them; they were almost always together. Once, as they reached the top of the hill, I realized why. I suppose I had no pusiness to watch, but I couk! not help It. I longed for something human, real; yet when I did seo it it only made me feel more alo: ;She was laughing, red lips poutin | gray eyes dancing across the flelds; I alone saw the look he bent upon her. Can my unskilled pen describe it? It was tender, longing, gentie, yet mastery lay tn {ti there was love of budy, mind and spirit; no partial love that, out love of the whole man, Thinking himself unseon it lay unvelled. I almost cried aloud “Look up! that ts yours She did look up, as if T had spoken aloud. But there no surprise in her face; the fact was mnown to her. | Her eyes answered him, the laughter fading from them until they grew gray ‘of passionate response—out on the | covered fields, under the free sky, | believing th you Behold the wonderful gift one who were alone; was nothing but an outsider, the not tread within tne magic circle of the land you know. Girl, girl, In your gray sweater and tight fitting coasting cap, with the tendriis of gold blowing Into your gray eyes, wheyce your soul looks forth you do not know your blessings— “Surely, It Is something to have been The best beloved for a little while.” And if that were al it were “a pearl of great pric T cannot write more. Tho deadly heart-ache that crept over me that day s I turned away is upon me again. wet me strike the coris of pain again |and yet again until they cease to vi- brate, then will come at least 'etharay If not peace. Here Is Cel On, | dressed for the dinne to meet the Comte de la Villters. not believe they will consider h great nough to buy my money; must be exhibited to all buyers, (To Be Continued.) es; I must be! at which I am I do GEE! WHATLe VTELL MY WIFE NOW THAT I'™ GETTING HOME LATE! CAN YOu SUGGEST SOME THING TO TELL MY WIFE SAY: BILL DO WHAT 100! \ 1™ IN THE SAME FIX’ WE'LL GLAME IT ON SOME GUY! THAT KEPT ME Copyright, 1011, by The Frew Publishing Co. (The New York World). ; HELL HAVE SA olay TO ComE WE GET TO OUT Some BE THE / “ ‘ “SWAT MILLIGANEGG KNOCKS A HOME RUN EVERY TIME ME BATS ~ THE WAY He “LOSES THE BAL” IF A GREAT MYSTERY = BUT JUNG PEA IS AT WRK OW THE CASE. HERE GOES ANOTHER Tle Just RAM A UTTue DYNAMITE T OBSERVE NE ALWav® CARRIES HIS BAT With Him « wei mere GoeL For ANOTHER “HOMER” Cy ~ = a |The Shell Game «Ri: atimje By will B. Johnstone||| Letters of a = commer rary ip eeinonpay parent | Modern Maid I JUNE PEA ENTERS THE CLUG HOUSE AT NIGHT THROUGH A KNOT MOLE = DISCOVERS EGG SaT ($ BoRED OUT AT THE END, aninal THERE? wHere THE BAte By Aima Woodward. Copyright, 1011, by The Press Publisuing Co, (The New York World), i BELLO, > what I did? It sounds aefily, but I I've picked up tn apirite! did it. Must HAVE PULVERIZED ae ARS ae WHEN HE Hirst” NE. since I wrote you last, Just| I ran up to my room and locked the DiSAPPE! CaTenes THE | ise T DON'T CARE any|door. Then I eat before my dressing meaning that I've|tabdle and put my face close to the broken loose from the dictates of s0-| cloty as I've found it, and have em-| barked on a campaign of being natural. In the catechism of the social world) ‘being natural” is one of the oantinal| ‘sing, and is printed tn stalles. The debu- tante sheds her natural @elf when she takea her last look at the echoolroom and atops adoring jam! From that time on she és tnerusted with the smoothest, shinlest coat of Jartifictality her mother can pour around | ner. Her emotions are scheduled. She learns to weep so that her eyes look ke “dew-washed violete’ through her tears. No swollen, red-lidded orbs re- sult from her grief—mercy no! Red | ds are plobeian as well ae disfiguring. how to laugh in faithful Itation of @ brilliant cadenza, if the mirror. The reflection showed well-bred but jaded expression, decided dawh of hauteur. ; ‘On the spot T dragged the from my forehead and started fee those poor, neglected facial ole The following night at @ diuner we gave at home I sat next to the human man I've met. He and £ | quite chummy. reasons. Firat, because he @idn't wear a mon- ocle; second, because he hadn't velvet ‘cuffs on his dress clothes, and, third, because he ikea to eat end tent | ashamed to eay so! : During the first part of the meal con- { varsation round the table was fitly eub- | dued and Indifferent. You see, the unre | strained joy, born of the treasures of Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers The Lover Who Is Jeaious. ree you have absolu no right to ask any girl to give M up allt of her acquaintance unless you wish to marry her. Remember, it is unt, for you to be Jealous and ow it unless you are willing he girl in question qual, lous of y and unless you are w to give up your friends for her sake, Fur too frequnetly I receive letters from girls who | write me someth along the lines I am going to quote to you. One girl is me “A young man calls on me frequently and always be- comes very amgry when I have any other callers, He would Ike me to promise to give up all the men of my | IN HERE — HIS NExr HOME RUN Wile BE IN AN AMBULANCE mee DIAGRAM OF INSIDE CL hts are POSIT ine DYNAMITE cecasion demand htlarity, or in a low throaty tone if quiet, well-bred mirth ts called for, Her face becomos @ Uneless, coumetic- ized mask of ennul. I have seen girls of my set almost run over on the Yet that studied, weary expr: hasn't left thelr faces for the fraction of @ second! | One would tmagine, watching them, that they were saying to themselves, “Oh! dear, what @ bore If I should hap- pen to be killed—that would prevent my going to the Sentor Cotilion— wouldn't it, now?" And all the time down fn their pinched little hearts they're scared to death and their blood 4% cold tn their veins, but they can't show what they feel! The outlets of their natural emotions | are paralyzed, petrified from disuse. | The truth of the situation burst upon me one day last woek and I realized that I, too, was masked. Do you know Dad's superb wine cellar, hadn't broken loose—It was too early. And just at the most pronouneed tui! this man told me an awfully funny story-—and I laughed, Well, sir, the effect was electrical! A pistol shot couldn't have created more of a panic. Every one stopped eating and talking and etared, horrified, tm ay direction. And mother—weil, the mixture of Burt pride and bitter scorn in mother’s eyes was wonderful to behold. But my nice man came to my resows He said: “That laugh of yours makes me home sick for Colorado, That's whare I eeme from. And I haven't heard anything as good as that since T left!" Just think! Your State, Neti—Ceto- rado! 1 wonder do you know him— he's nice. When I know him better Pui write you more about him. Fondly, CICELY, _— acquaintance with wishes to marry m Yet happy future.” | Ti Bs Could anything be more selfish than this m: Aathor of he Mystery of the Yeti se My dear young men, you have absolutely no right to pursue this ask a girl to marry you or do not attempt to interfere with her other friendships. (Copyright, 1911, by the Pobbs-Merrill Company.) so that you might remain wit) grieved to see the hours, which he had, come, this evening?" air. Her eyes, usually so @entie, Mashed , one sentence: “Don't lose the keg > | her!” hoped to find so sweet, sip past with- It was Christine. He tried to speak. What are you ta ing at? You It was the landlady’s voice. The 6eer He No Longer Cal Does Not Care. SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, What are you saying, monsteur?’ | out the p! ce of the young Swedish | Se put her gloved hand on his mouth, | think you heard # man’s voice, I eup-| facing the sea was opened end looked pee ihe nian BtAaT aia nie sesh ctor ULe®} asked the girl excitedly, “And to what|#fh Why did she not come to roam) “Ilnten, Raoul, I have decided to tell | t again, ‘Dhan all was still, GIRL who signs her letto al MAN who signs his letter “W, R.' 18 grils are iS espa ett with him through the oo where you something serious, very serious,| “Well! © © * replied the young man,| Raoul ran back to his room and threw writes: | wr pemae pere Sere ee oe ee renee ‘ {they had ao many memories in com * * Do you remember the legend of | whose fdeas began to grow confused | back the window. Christine's white “A young man used to vall upon calling . » the man to whom you said, ‘T/ . | the Angel of Musto” lin the face of Christin determined m stood on the deserted quay. me frequently, but now he no longer a lad ¢ the past tw sing only for you! * * © to-night 1) heard that #he had had a masa! “IE do indeed,” he said, “I believe it | attitude, | The first floor of the Setting Bun was comes to s¢ me I do not know of always sald she wa Bave you my soul and I am deaa!’" that mot for the repose of was here that your father fir olde] tes you, Maoul, who say that? You, | at no great helght and a tree growing anything I have dono to anger hi Do and she no ton Christine relzed Raoul's arm and father's soul and spent a long time) to us. an old playfellow of my own! A friend | against the wall held out tte branches bb think 1f he loved me ‘he would treat rs, It really seems as ed {t with a strengt! which no ons | Praying In the «tule churen and on the| "And dt was here that he said, ‘When of my father's! But you have changet| to Raoul's tmpatient arms and enabled apy ts ‘ ‘4 eps out of my way as id have suspected in so fra!l a crea- | fidler's to Then, aa she seemed to! I am in Heave onitd, I w 1! wince days. What are you think-| him to climb down unknown to the me the wa fh a what de cea th =H ea have nothing mors to do at Perros and, | him to you Raoul, my f #/ ing o I am an honest girl, M. |e | landiad Her amazement, therefore, I @o not thin is un | a IRAN vou) wer distaninn tanita the | {2 fact, was doing n it there, why | In Heave und 1 have been vis Vicormnte de Chagny, and I don't lock) was all the greater when, the next you or ¢ the plain veer ‘ bl ne did she not go back to Paris at once? the Angel of Mua! myself in my dressing-room with men's | morning, the young man was brought curt atte’ Opera f | -room truth is that he has tii ay friends yu her ager Tetified ina leteer, | 400r } vul walked away, dejectediy, to the T ha loubt of 4t,’ voices, If you had opened th nor, | back to her half frozen, more dead than ship. | vats! to. Feyervo Box’ ive “ex. “Yes, because I love you * © © And} yard In which the church stood era for would have aeen that there was and when #he learned that he had $e - ” deforkeoper, | I heard everything.” © ¢ ¢ |and was Indeed alone ne tombs, a friend, tn ¢ nobody in the room!” nd stretched at full length on “You heard what?" eadin 6 ins vat, When he t, was connecting the w “That's: tr 414 open the door ot the hixh altar of the lttle And the young girl, becoming strange. n manent | inet Seb Me ReVARET lean y ae Peery gone ee peal ran at once to tell Cartan y calm, released Raoul's arm, i “ | e hot strage r the hite Christine acneared astonished at the . ' vel | usta impse into moreaties| "He sald to Jatine, you must | towers th white] Christine armeared nator | "So you mee! * © * Wolt | p ° fom toward itn. "He iri A to you, risting, you MUSE) Cound. They were marvellous red roses | Vicomte agny's cooln - The viscount summoned up all his the Ne York Shops = ee ee Tao | that had bons morning, in| “How tana. 17" ane | ogurtge | was not long tn recovering when he aw At these words, a deathly pallor spread the snow, giving a glimpse of life | asked pale face #0 clore to WV 1 ne- | his friend's charming face leaning 91 w p CHAPTER V, —_| Ai tune norte o-miiy pain read is soon, vig 2 anne ule | sated, ornuing ha als fron cova tt wad, Chvitng & sha shat some ni Si | (Continued) | round her eyes, she staggered and seem- | aro und IM eh ee ee Chet waa going to sive hin & Hiss | She gave @ ory and ran away. He ran A few weeks later, when the tragaey \ fang | oP 01 > { swooning, Raoul t also, je the flowers, oa. from | bus she only WaAntad <8 om @ tone of Merce ange: pera co led the Intervention » lace and ribbon, It ts The Enchanted Violin |¢1 08 "he point of swoon! Jen : chich had Aung back a| apite of the de A ree ang 4 4 | darted forward, with arms outstretched, | the ground, which LURE ORE A | BREE OF oe “4 Leave me! Leave 6 Publle Prosecutor, M. Mifroid, popula se c " ” umber o corps Skeleton un ti he sald, “thet no hu " 1 mmissary of Potice, peg ry ey HIM tono of these questions was but Christine had overcome her passing {Number of its corpes, Skeletons and | Ut understand.’ he mld Othe rg tne |e!” And whe disappeared. Commisiary of Police, examined the some exqu fake #0 rough that Christine stared faintness and said, in a low voice: lee iwet the wail of the church, held in | other evening without the intervention | Raoul returned to the inn fealing very a oe y_ touch ne the evense my ai “7 s at Raoul without replying.| “Go on! Go on! Tell me all you) position by a wire that left the ole | of some miracle. No professor on earth | haat very low-spirited and very aad. aueations and. auawara aa are in the ining 26 mush 1 ¥a8 ung man himself Waa | hoard!' Bruesome stack visiole, Dead men'a| can teach you such accents aa those, Mo was told that Christine had game to Oita: report, pp. 160 et med, well as hand pees % wideh ho had dared to raise at the Very | answered: “I heard him reply, when you| form the frat course upon which fie | Coseene 4 polematy, “in my | in @ very gloomy mood. Then he went | 4°"? from y r the curtous 3 che , : resolved to speak A piven nin gous sail er walls of the aacristy had been bu 9 ye nocd, m) you sele The fa ve 4 1 all are made eald you had given him your soul, ‘Your 2°. oriets 4 he | Areselr ‘hat Is where he comes | t0 his room and tried to read, want t hate in the newest small and medium yrowest.f a linpae Jones, love and eubmisslon | goui is @ beautiful thing, child, and 1 The oor of the sacristy opened in the vi riva me my lessone daily.” | ded and tried to sleep, There was 10) whiiccy hehe’ her Fok eaten eS i ristine, A husband, 8 yer wh thank you, No emperor often seen in old Treton churches. | “In your dressing-room?" te echoed | s2und in the next room, Aeaaant the noting deine fostetaa na : 4 La would alt no Creare y so fulr & gift, The ango! Raoul said a yer for Dane, and stup! lone hou! passed slowly. Tt washout fiot, f was anxtous that she should { 1 , sires who had offended him. | yigne,' then, paintully Impressed by all those | “Yes, that ia whore I have heard htm. |ha t nh when he dis D round and pee me, I peailnad TRAE * c ma ; ad gone too far ow =| Christine carried her hand to her! eternal anities on the mouths of sku! and I have not been the only one to | fom one groving, ha te’ it. atea T had no exouse for following her and cach nN other way out of the ridioulous position . eribad! he climbed the slope and sat down on) hear him.” room next to his, that (his way of spying on hep was un. at the F | "You don't anawer!” he eald angrily | woman's, Raoul was terroramnicken, S00. The wind fell with the evening, | (hou, Me fthe Ange) ot Music?” att tp make 8 9 heat bie and seed exantlt ae ones ‘: it aatiant | Pgiarrtiy . ry ‘oun ny te: Co hear nt make I were not ther he quietly In the » ' 9 Jus Pea F paoaie te wad wah y. "Well, T will answer for | jut guddenly Christine's eyes molatened | pur he did not feel the cold It was (he other evening, tt was he waited 4 for whet? Sune Rad than suddenin walned arene now divided Ian and nel, y Tt Waa bocatise thera Was som ON® | and two great teare trickled, Uke pearls, | here, he remembered, that he veed to | Who waa talking when you were listen. | he teli? is heart th eine toad, “The ohuron’ slash” Mae hemp. Panama: n nd wealiops and fn- the room who wae tn your way, | down her lvory cheeks, come with little Christine to tha | tng bentad the door, It was he who suid, | cheat Suc A ATRL twelve, ana’ t Tagal ¢ ir " pink | Christine, some one that you ad not] “Christine! Korrigans dance at the rising of the Jove me.’ But T then thought | t ita binges. sught thet this must have made her aan es dé 1 yok! wih to icnow that you could be Inters| ‘itaoul | moon, He had never ween any, thowng wa the only one to hear his t thls hey he began almost to run and ener nit in long pe ested in any one e The young man tried to take her in| his eyes were good, Wherena Chrtatino, Magine my astonishment when | on A fant asleep at Perroa? hastentog uni phe eame th a as and tiny| "te @ ne wae in way, my! ha arma, but ahe escaped and fed in| woo wae a Mitle whortealgtited, 4 me this morulog that you \ tho ¢ ho saw Che! rt Be the points, and! trend," Che spoke in coldiy, ‘ie | erent dieorder, tended that whe had soon ana iH hin t " s anaaee A nos Haid black calves cibe ca, Cenne Be Beep ion White Chriatine remained looked in| wniied at the thought, and then muds) 1 wat out laughing, ‘The fret and thie eur “~ ia luxurious BAA ai Tine cee any one waa in my way thas even [her room, Raoul waa at hia wit'e ond | dently gave ® etart, A voice behind him oon eame a Shrouded | « aned over the balu m to surprise fashtonable accord on, h long enda at peck fi it waa yourselt, wince f told you to leave | to do, Io refused to breakfast, | sald: | people in their above her, Suddenly he heard 4 the bodice is an off an oxqulao garment, | ghe room)" wA . terribly concerned and bitterly “Do you think the Korrigane will Chrietine turned on ltaoul with @ hoatie joes In rapid conversation, He caugnt (To Be Continued.) \' apparently wishes to spoil his exception. He does not tell me he @. In fact, he often laughs at marriage. all my chances of a By Gaston Leroux