The evening world. Newspaper, April 12, 1911, Page 21

‘*Them Was At Tis Five , OUT Hene IN The, Suvsnine , JIMMY? KINO Reminos A Feuer OF THe OLD DAs wren we PLAYED Hooney Cont (T ? - SAT, AWE Sune DID RAVE FUN a bey ‘ There hay, DIO NT wi i im de Do You ever. 0 Aum Recart Them Goon Ov0 Gee Dats HAPPY DATS $ \j——— The Jarr Family The Jarrs Begin the Day in a Way That Promises cAll Manner of Tragic Things Before Nightfall Copysght, 1911, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), 5 “It's hanging in your closet. Where Roy L. McCardell. wa Jelse should it be? wae the rey. “Oh, OW, look at that drawer!"'| Jou may look atrprised, It wevldn't be cried Mrs. Jarr, and sho cam@|in the closet unless 1 had put it ther over to where Mr. Jarr W98) you jeave everything lying round for wboriously select~| rie to pick up, One would think I had ing a neckt!e for nothing to do all the day long but to B “N helplessly among a hanging masa of | skirts, petticoats, kimonos, and other confidential garments belonging to Mra. quantity. She edged in be- side him while he) Jar. was mooning over!” +7 can't find the brown sult, dear.” ® gray tle that was string drawn, and] ne gaid, finally 1 blue knit one that was starting to| “Of course you can't find it! You vel. She pulled them both out of his| want me to wait on you! Upon my vands, straightened up the top drawer! word you give me more trouble than the chiffonter with a fow deft passes} the children!” closed it | Mrs. Jarr then flounced over to the “But I say, you know,” sald Mr. Jarry; closet and with agile hands and X-ray linking, “T have to hav’ a ti {eves quickly aolved all tts myster: ‘Well, wear this one!” said Mra.) “weil, not she sale Jarr, yanking out a Christmas gift red| presently, “Now, what could you have Pe done with tt? “Bon't you think it's Just a tittle to) Mr. Jarr anid nothing, and Mrs, Jarr gay?" asked r. Jarr knitted her brow in thought. “Well, for goodness sake! Take what! “Oh, yes," @he sald, “I remember su Want, but please don't .get that! now, I gave it to a man for some drawer all mussed up again. I just| enamelware things. You couldn't wear straightened it!” snapped Mrs. Jarr. | jt qeain.* So the tamed man gingerly drew out’ “It's evident I can't wear tt again if the raveliing blue tie and started toy -caah-clo'-for-kitchen wa: man choke } If to death with It. For he! y * said Mr. Jarr, resignedly. , it's a good thing somebody © good out of it. You weren't had on on @ grip in the fold that pe te to silp 0 8 t, and it was only hanging fn ‘Talk of wo! be a moths, Oh, dear! Jarr on, as the What will I do with the man? popping eyes, tugged Mr. Jarr not solve ¢ gravat before the | lasting question for his good men @re worse! Are you going to let! was working as expeditious! Wat the top of Iffonter? Give | could on himself with the whisk me that brush!” | He had done fairly well with himselt Mr, Jarr had by this time ceased to) in front, but his efforts to reach around fight with the cr; At and was permit-| behind and brush off his own back ting {t to have it's own way with a) were pitifully helpless. ace be the four-in-hand fold! “why don mo in the hall to over that showed two Inches of shirt| brush yourself?’ asked Mrs. Jarr. top and his collar button, and war es-| “You get everything full of lint and saying to brush his har, | dust. And how did all that lint get on Having taken the brush from him,! the back of your trousers?” Mes. Jarr "kK the comb tn tt and| “I hung them on the back of the placed {t on the chiffonier with a bang chatr that plainly said | “8 “Now touch anything that belongs to last night,” said Mr. Jarr. mebody wi at them and let them ) on the carpet.” ou again, tf you dare Mrs. Jarr Aid not pursue the tnq "Are you folng to wear that blue! as to who had been “at them." “Well, sult again she now asked, eying| do come on to breakfast! You keep m askan e ything back! he cried, Why, I suppose so, seein I have tt] “Aren't you going to take out your * sald M . curt asked Mr. Jar: Well, it's a sight!” sald Mrs. You mind your own business How do you get your el , Jarr, sharpl dition you do? Why don’t you wi the br r t “Where 1 asked Mr, Jarr spirit-| table 1 ously. ‘ | contd —— +460 Betty Vincent's Advice to Lovers. «Lihing’’ Is Not Fnouch, Q young girl and respect are not a fently secure foundation for matrimon You must love the man you marry. You must » muoh before you do y him that t no do ir mind a# to the wisdom of your ¢ \ mL promise to become a man's wife there must thought your mind of “perhaps { have been er if t had taken Jack; or It may that Henry would Ade a bett svand deays, Just do think of marrying any man unt te sure in your own heart he is the only man t n your heart,” and I mean ft, because I dy 1 to conyince your heart with your mind 8 there is Just one desirable marr! e, and that ts the mar 1 AO |A Sma! Income. AN ow " his letter “M B." write 1 I have heen o quite tre. upon m ' | and 0. W 1 and now we tg-| Tam not nore e# However, 1 feel I wae My in the wr and I want you to tell me! income ts very small tinue what to my attentions or cease Do 1 » afraid to make the first| You shoul this quite clear, advance toward a reconciliation 1¢ you|and then St eman's pr vere in the Wrong, Write the young) decide w sho cares to continue rug and acknowledge your mistake, | receiving your attentions, Chace AR— Ther was THe the day from 8) follow you around picking up after very large assort-| you, For goodness sake! Get the) memt of CFAVAtS| Oher suit and don't wear that blue| that were Not! one again til it's cleaned. It's all| food enough tO) soots and it needs pressing wear and were’ Mr. Jarr went over to the closet thai too good to throw! was eupposed to be for his own ep- away, The kind | hare! exclusively and fumbled around you have in ‘Daily Magazine, Wednesday, Ap the Happy Days!’’ Copyright, 1911, ty The Prem Publishing On (The New Yoh Watt. ’ ‘Taem THoR AW! ts THAT The SO Beat Yo crt 002 Tane THATS ~ Aa ril CSvRel SURE! sure! THEM WAS THE Let George Do It! w# Copyright. 1911, by the Prese Publishing Co, LET GEORGE Bo IT! i} { (Copyright, 1911, by the Bobbe-Merriit Co.) ‘This speech was not calculated toyers, Whe ' euss nd, wien the musio re- | little sultan SYNOPSIS OF PH enced, I closed the stone very y 8 t de used to the abduction of her nt iy ute in the He had liv trembling lest 1 should bad 1 le sk reading in a morning the ate into a court love for ; tor Age How named WHATLE Wwe HAVE ? AND GEORGE DID! By George McManus (The New York World), MINT VULEPRS, '{*All the World’s a Stage.’ (Little Comedics of Every Day.) By Alma Woodward. | | | \ Coprright, 1011, by the Prees Publishing Co, (The New York World). ae heavens! (To attendant)—My dear, te Woman—Born to Suffer! the pain ever severe enough to scream Dr. fen, ? ere Hee AE Sine, Graven and indy | & Attendant (blandty’ The aitendant ushere in Are. Graves, who ts Never, madam! attired fy Molet trout to Te. ector takes} (Mrs. Graves seate herself in the Sout hie wateh suggestively.) | chair, The doctor produces several linen ‘ | Squares, then starts to raise the chair, RB. G. (pouting)—Now, doctor, | Yen Gea, rhb pale) don’t be harsh, there's a deat!” strs, G, (anxiously)—I don’t think tt 1 j man—if you had as Many | iy absolutely necessary to do that, doc- y i clothes to put on as Ihave toe rm not particular about the light— \= why—~ | tt doesn’t matter if the filling isn't so / (Attendant coughs discreetly.) jexact-my husband isn't particular, Doctor (getting down to business)—| githert AY | What it ts? A cavity, Mra. Graves? (The doctor, lgnoring her nervousness, ) | Mrs, G, (volubly)—Yes, what do you] continues to ralso the chalr.) think of that?—the first I've ever had.|“stry, G, (almost tearfully)—Tt really | You know how perfect my teeth are, | sent going to hurt, ix it doctor? a LH | doctor, I was #o distressed to find it! Doctor (soothingly)—Not a bit, dear — | Does Mt hurt to have a tooth filled, docs | 1.45. tor? Mra, G, (smiling up at him coquettish ly)-You sweet man—you wouldn't hurt @ little woman lke me, would you? (The doctor seizes his t ents ant looks over the ground. Suddenly there is & halr-raising shriek, @ violet mass °\ jumps Into space—then silence.) Mrs. G. (caresying her jaw)—Well, @id you Hil it? Doctor (vexed)—My Doctor—No—of course not! Mrs. G.—I was foolish to ask a ques. | tlon Ike that—as though a dentist is |golng to eay anything burts! (The doctor fusses around the chatr |and waits for Mra, Graves to remo | her ) Mrs. G. (confidentially to attendant) Does ft hurt to have a tooth Miled, my j dear? Tell me the truth, there's a g00d| 445 magician siinply touched the | girl, | nerve! Attendant (gravely)—Certainly not. | Si.) G. (moaning)—Can't you give me madain--we have children coming here! , every day in the week to have teeth | yictor—only whon 1 pull a tooth, filled. Mrs, G.--Well, pull it, then, Mra. G, (hopefully)—Small children? | pyootor tut it's a crime to pull a Attendant—Very small, madam. tooth in such good condition! Qfra, Graves finally removes her| ‘sty, 3, (coldiy)—ft's my. tooth, tan't hoadgear and delivers it Into the attends | i> pyit js, please! (ter mood chan. jert's hands.) Ing suddenly, pats him) on the Doctor (cheerfully) Now, 4f you'll ait! aieeky—You'll 5 doctor, dear, Jin the ohalr, Mrs, Graves, We'll MAVO wont you? | look at the teeth Doctor (mentally) Mrs. 4M ait in the chair 1f you} unas . esas te Pg yo nee a HOW HE ACQUIRED IT. Doctor (induigently)—But, my dear) Randail—Has @ reputation for brav- Mrs. Graves, 1 have to up It back to|ery, has he? get the proper light and a safe § Rogers—-Yes, with every one who Mra. G. (shrieking mildly)—(rip! My|has een hia wife.—Life, By Gaston Leroux Author of ‘The Mystery of the Yellow Room, hg had Aintxhed making the jeven for the moat expert atrangler to) to death, And even then, when these opening and shutting in the next room: ta at the time of the! throw the lasso with advantage. It} had “had enough,” they ware en there was a ¢ noan. oF ny aie hereele |oatches you not onl¥ the neck, | at Hberty to put an to themse! ed Mt. de Chagny's arm mora itn mune her by giving | but ala ro the arm or hand, ‘This | with a Punjab tase or bowsiring, lett || ly at an thon we distinetly It was then that he intro- enables you easily to unloose the lease, | for thelr use at the foot of ial e unt Wikies ur cholee! ‘The port of the Punjab lasso. h then becomes harmless, tree. mu fe yor aaratinae Anne quired an Aften wvciding the” Comriimsary ot| My alarm, therefore, was great when mass oF the requiem mass ‘att oe BnaSk molec id ak at nd |T eaw that the room Into w fi ized the voice of the monst In the art of strangula. | Poltce, « number of door shutters an] 1 raw that the, A Had dcaopen is another moan, followed by nild em sim 1 vi page f ar h oy brought ‘ man was an exact copy of the to cham: 1 Ay ee. Viscor 8 of Mazenderan.| 1 was aa » &@ log pike and, 1 Without obmaocle in t a be all the on . f Erik had . WMdse: | cella, elween the, 6 Rive that this rope have managed » let us hear him, » heard whtah F had built hin if ust have e wt ugh whieh \ n f in the mun ase of rand ¥ t 8 t « into the With | 9 don the & . He § bly trled it t Jes, I was c rune ¢ t nf ¢ ave begun at [ith dragging the ‘ t f » the t . to let scene from a ‘ dy and I Jed nothing se me wholesale tra, * F lasso and r . s te » wa 1 to Pusa » | ever 1 p 1 1 Women and ev ; 1 t uiis to ¢ ine Dae. CHAPTER XXI. quite certa e hha ee Geet HRT eleate y es to his | Then, non rene. we co 1 to hear at (Continued. wa 3 ef r eal Weran, T have me : ie Ghee aucielaly mace Ot . neh ' ! laneo, ¥ ery curiously r nas la not at ai San he Persian’s Narrative. tio ena of « ‘ berhs it Ae ’ ght have nl} 1 as the | filed Christine's bye , ) , tm explains the disappearance of f mag & muse take through the terror te er ' the | t , ; aay te which ho Inspired he but M th ber' © © © | the dear child's heart be or Ertl . J longed who'ly to the Vicomte t 1 I aoul de Chagny. While they played about,’ lke an innocent engaged couple al 1 , nottoed I Bd pper foora of t rat o wee , 1 My to b t aay : avolt the monster, they little su » c . ! ima font ai d " ed that some one was watching ny t - i ' 1, was prepared to do anv ing af “ble ¢ CHAPTER XXII. . explain to the @ afterward. But wt In the Torture Chamber, given. 3} Erik did not st and ff j . anibie | wa w e ou are @ the more comfortable for that, | Cun, Wie 4 pe the Persian's Narrative Continued.) | and yet Ia T must explain m hole plan, 1) © t 1 - tdie of a little A thought that the monster ( ia 1 af roe? ‘ wis i enable me to “enter itn ot Rhee eota *$The Hedgeville Editor Vi conse ve Mt im for everybod \ y ) 8 ie Int rs we could Soon p npained this tt Natiean) exten 1 y By John L. Hobble i rom eeage tera ean treme ¥ need aad it in One day, tired of walt! nto m . . 1 T have never beard anything | op) ty J 1 the sto rn *D . oe i tot es e “ agny and ened adie Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishiog Co. (The New York World) « and T recognized {"? at lamenta- Tmonwter was working at his bon’ g a e 6 DY Go ays that a clty 8a) PKI REYNOLDS ays ant tS Bo el Fa abe : with hares is He . aa n populated tract of lan alway ron tree, with its iron branch, for | without the strengta to out, while the fi 1 ! t at hi ' at) hanged nster , knees before }to stir and re pr , put f phone she has been show selsed npanion’s arm; the 1 : | dark . L | . m pure white | ing sy™mpto: \ was a a ver You do You don't lewe He 1 play f a r i ® ark ’ e t t ath 1 4 2 1 e and walking out lace and y S KRY ' t And t y ke a madman. And he said aloud, at|qreat fear was t " ata eye POPP PRVAN Paty to hime) “Why do'you ery? You know it gives > top 0 vo | som P AL [me pain to see you ery “It must be fia d first! Quite! jab lasse for he is the king of stranglers rv keeps fo je OW.1) posterity, heard © noise on our’ A @ilence. 5 finished!” % even as he iw the prince of conjure use him none. 1 ot ret ike @ door + (fe Be Continued.) ——