The evening world. Newspaper, May 17, 1911, Page 17

———— 'y orem et 7s er The Evening World Daily Magazine ‘‘Them Was (F IT DOWT wome , Tien There's womme wt PsyewoLoey, “TuaTe ata! & The Professor’s Mystery Oopgetght, 1911, by Bothe-Merrill Company.) SYNOPHD OF PRECBDING INSTALMENTS. te i] aod, forlorniy and as @ child might. CHAPTER VII. (Courtinued.) Banishment Confirmed. memory came back of the girl who had stood with me by the water's edge, who had run childishly hand in hand with me upon the ®each, who had walked with me and talked with me, who had shown me un- embarrassed her gay and sweet imagin- "Fees thing had been the truth; this ‘was the unreality. Perhaps she saw something of what wee passing in my mind, for she shook her bead, ‘Don't think that because I oa no heart to mar your outin; ‘aid not mean what I had etd, easier to be friends for a |ittle- part. wanted to treat you as I should have treated anybody. Do you think that you have been fair? Do you think you should have tisked following me? For it wee ariak. You have come back here where we are the only people you know, and as soon as you come you but you have acted tnconsiderately. am very anxious that this time you should clearly understand. I got to my feet in silence. Some- had happened that I could not I stood there I knew that risen, too, loeking somehow curiously emall and frail. Then of @ sudden my manhood caught at me. The wall was without seam or crevice, darkening the sky; and I knew that I could break it with @ breath. “I will go,” I said, ‘when I am eure, Look at me, lady, for you know that I know.” paper knife heughtily. Ary tension in her voice, “I only know is is to be goodby.” She held out @ rigid hand, . Seen 1h Gat stood looking soberly t en,” oh it hard ¢or me.” ‘Then her eyes grew suddenly afraid. WHY= 15 EVERYONE ANXi0US TO MEBT THIS "| nover to see me a) I) weartly Into the chair b ake for | me, I don’t like to say it, Mr, Crosby, | |emiled as I noticed th: She ht away her hand and shrank ‘back @ step, catching at the chain about r throat. ‘Oh, don’t don’t,” go—you don’t uni eld myself with all my > I Gon't understand,’ perea. Ghe caught her breath with half @ ati I whie. ‘ou must not understand, You are in.’ “You know I can't do that," I “You must do it,” she ane: avely. j@ kind to me"—she paused—‘‘because nard for me to send you away.” “You must tell me one thing more there—is there a. ed very back to the inn, behind me softly a door upon my dream: that the dull round of 4 Tt made to think that I h Evidently tt wa: mer after all My only desire was to make my going @ and complete: to rup- | the threads of the! woof that we had woven that I could| feel myself separated from all, enough aloof from love to think of life, I did not stop to ask myself questions or to wonder prectsely what was the nature of the impossibility that was driving me away, There would be time enough for that, I began to pack feverishly, gathering my belongings from: their ‘disposition about the room. I felt tired, as a man feels tired who has lost a battle; that after I had packed a little I fore my bi Then after what may have be minute n hour of dull unco! thought I fell again to m Kk, pulling open the drawers from where I sat, and searching their depths for little odds | and ends, which I piled upon the bu- reau top. The bottom of the second drav already turning bri and read the obsolete violence of the head-lines, Then a name half-way down the page caught me with a shock, and I slowly read and reread the lines of tiny print, forming the empty phrases | in my mind with no clear sense of thelr meaning. They were like the streams of silly words that run through one’s | head in a fever, or half-way along the road to sleep, and it was an eternity before they meant anythin, “REID—TABOR.—On May 24, at the home of the bride's pa- rents, Miriam, daughter of George and Charlotte Bennett Tabor, to Doctor Walter Reid.” CHAPTER VIII. An Unconventional Journey fashion why I should 4o #0 at all, I tore out the notice V BRY carefully, and wondering and put it carefully away the while in «listless in my pocketbook, A TINY WHEN SHE Ww ARMS ARoU . | pretext: WHY='S A WOMAN AFRAID OF ae ee SIE ’ \ RTOS) CUS a ATL ak the Happy Days!”* A (COPAGA, S611. bo The Prem Pontandne On Cre Hew Tort Weel, fe! aa- Teo oD Wat cate & set ett 0G on @ - Hote: @ You @cT , emes® @ MADE A ence AT MO Or 1 Gur You ANUT oA ent® Bo Cent Yoo @ Smasred Yout CVE — WAS ual ual a | T had the explanation now; I under- etood It all—the hidden ring at the end of the chain, and th dow of which it was the symbol, myetery and disturbance of the house, the continual » the effort And how, after the ordinary announce- ment in the press, could the marriage have become a@ secret at all? Then once more the whispers and pointings of @ score of abnormal circumstances, uncertain, suggestive, indefinite, crowd, ed in upon my understanding, like the confusion of simultaneous voices. It was no use. I could not-imagine what it all meant, and for the moment I was too sick and weary to won The Dare fact was more than enoug! ehe was married and beyond my reach, ané I must go away. I went through a pantomime of eup- per, making the d@covery that my a! Detite was supplemented by an uw quenchaiyie thirst and an immeagurad: Geatre for tobacco. After that I walked. read, made dull conversation with cas ual acquaintances—anything to kill the interminable time, and quiet for the to get rid of m to disguise any strangeness of appear- ance in the life of the family, And I understood why {t was true that I must go away and utterty forget. And yet—was the explanation so per- fect after all? Mechanically I pulled the paper out of ‘the drawer and date, It was only searched for th r child when she Ww not be very far certainly not more than twenty-two or t why should led and the mer of the moment that weary apirit of unrest which kept urging me to useless thought aml unprofitable action, to ex. amine my troubles as one irritates a trivial wound, to decide or do eome- thing where nothing was to be decided or to be done. An inhabitant of the nearest comfortiess piazza chair con- tributed the only episode worth remem- berin “Say,” he beran, “do you remember that guinea that was here the other day and started the argument with the old gent out in front? Weil, whet did you make of that feller, anyway” “I don't know. He was drunk, I eup- pose, and got the wrong man.” “Well, now, you take it from me, there | I was more to it than that. Yes, sir, there's a shady story around there somewhere. You hear what I eay.”’ “Ie the man attli @round here?” I Well, not now, he ain't, That's what I'm telling you. He hung about town for two or three days, I guess. Maybe he got after the old man some more, He was in here after @ drink once, and arkeep threw him out. He's a good Harry 1s, men or drinks; but he don't Mke guineas, Well, I don't go much on them foretgners, myself." here does your shady story come now, that’s just tt. You Isten, I was coming along the street the other ‘Now, you understand what you got to do,’ he says, ‘keep qulet and keep away. ‘The minute you show up here again or ero) why DoNn'y NOU SAVE YOUR MONEY AND BUT SOmF in A BANK? 8 Che Prem Publish ¢ Che New Tork World) NO INDEED’ NOURE A FOOLISH LEND MEA NICKEL? WHY* CAN'T _A MAN STAND FOR THIS Noise = WBAK MOUSE = HELP! POLICE! ILL SIT WITH HER ND THIS VICIOUS LOOKING ANIMAL f of (Gems WN HOME By- Tos Mack 1D VAN CORTLT PI AVE. HELEN REDMOND! 296 6.8297. wy. One Dollar Each Paid for the Best “Whys.” >? PP P P P ? Your Name, Date and Address Should Accompany Each “Why” Contribution WHY= WILL A FELLOW SPEND HIS | WHY @ WILLA FATHER LICK HIS $ SON FOR PLAYING’ KEEPS“ (Mm NOT VERY HUNGRY FRED THEN WIN SOME REAL MONEY LIKE THIS HIMSELF 2 PORK AND@~ 1octs gy fluc Na \ Tooruprens YTAVING i. PARKS 406 Propuce Exc. —_— Wednesday, May 17. 1911 AnD OasTeo Yoo uo mte can & mace YOU Caan Thu Te ORAS & CAT « OMT Hated! vinsetr Them wa Were Dats ———] WHAT The— Can You Think of Some? Send’Em In, “WAM tly un wile ave! 4 ry a! "Dae SHOULD Gay THEY were! Yes inveco! Was THE HAPPY DAYS! By Wells Has And Brian Hooker give any trouble,’ he says, ‘the money stops, You understand that!’ he says. And you can call me a lar if you like, but T swear I saw him slip the guinea @ roll. Now, what do you know about that?” I put him off as well as T could. Here was another point in the labyrinth, but I had no energy to think about it. I got away from the gossip at last only by taking refuge in my room. And the rest of the evening was a dreary nightmare of unreality which only expamted with- out changing when I tried to sleep. I tossed about endlessly, thinking thoughts that were not thoughts, dreaming evil dreama even Natened to the unmeaning voices and footsteps in the hallways. It seemed #0 much @ part of this when some one pounded on my door and told me that [ was wanted on the telephone, that it was a troublesome task to make me understand. I pulled on a sweater and ran down- stairs, wondering who could have called 1 me up at 1 in the morning. I wae not left long in doubt. “Hello! This Mr. Crosby? Hello! H re! Mr. Crosby? Hello!"® os!" T sald save hat ts it?" Dr. Reid talkin you—what? All right—hold the I second,” Then Lady's vote “Mr, Crosby? Listen: I have to go to New York in the machine now, right Can you come with me? I? Why, of course, but why !—why don't you take some one doesn tings é'4 te “I knew you would. The car will be there for you in five minutes or—walt; there's no need of waking up the whole inn. Walk up to the first street cors ner t! ler this way and the car will meet you there.” Five minutes later I was standing on the corner, shivering with Inters rupted ep, four flaming yellow eyes swung toward me down the hill, Tt was th « Imousine I ha@ noticed thi efore. I climbed in beside the chauffeur, With a 4 grinding lurch the car swung around and panted up the hill again toward the Tabors's, There spare, but I noticed that was missing now and again. “Your ignition isn't anid to the chauffeur, valves?” lie turned and looked at me with superctiious respect, “Poor petrol, sir, I fancy she'll rum well enough, sir.” Lady came running out, volled amd muffied. “Come inside,” she sald, as 1 down to help her inf “I'd rather have you with me." The door slammed, and we were off with a jerk that threw us back against the leather cushions, For mom flashed under sidled around corners to ment of growling braki ing springs; then we ra smooth m settled tn purr, Lady sat up in her cor else?” “No one else can go, If you're not willing”—— “Of course I'm willing,” T said, patted at her velf, (To Be Continued.) ah Cate Betty V Advice t M* dear young It ts more moment. Jane will write:— “I know a young recently he asked m: they should not be changed until every the last moment. His One “‘Fault.’’ MAN who signs his letter “M. N." writes: “I am in love with « young lady. I have only one bad habit, which le smoking, ‘This she wishes me to give up. Ae I consider it harmiems what do you think I should 40?" If you cannot convert the young lady to your point of view it is aimply a question of how much you wish to please her. to divarrange the plans of another persoh at least, show other people the courtesy of not making different arrangement My dears, the best way 1s not to make appointments too hast! you do make them think of them as fixed, incent’s o Lovers do not make an appointment people, unless you intend to keep It. than rude-lt Is very selfish as well the leet I am often surprised by the number of letters T recetve from young people asking me for advice on this subject, man and I thought ne tiked me, Sut e to @ party and at the last moment, after I was all dressed to go, he telephoned saying he was e@orry but he would have to disappoint me.” Now I quite realize that events occur occasionally whieh do necessarily change one’s plans, But when one's plans involve another person other course has been tried. And, et it » but when Her Birthday. MAN who signs his letter “J. M. F." writes: A “I am engaged to marry @ gfrl and in @ few weeks she will have @ birthday, I plan to give her a locket, but I woul! lke-you to tell me whether this 1s a proper gift under the clrcum- stances?” If you are engaged to th you may give her whatad@er she would like young lady you think Dony vet ME CATCH You PLAYIN’ MARBLES FOR KEEPS AGAIN UNDERSTAND cook TH ly Sov ‘ cas S ~ ~, Ee BY- war ranean HEY WAITER EGGS MOoRE- 1 DIDN'T ORDER WHY-DOES A FELON WANT THIS S WHEN HE INSISTS ON THESE BEING HARD ? \ESG a“ VA i die Pe | 2 nen meme