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a noe aa) ca cr gne nvening worlia vaily Magazine, sistentnilin CWawlpnwrnecar rt i F,WEe USED TO HAVE FUN, Soar, BACK IM THe Oto DAYS! Wauia! L OFTEN THINK OF THE Times we HAD! MYL MY! Remember THE Time, ALE, You GET me YouR TOP THAT 1 COULO NT TURN A FLIPELOP OFF "er ye — — STRONG ? who? WELL ALF, IF You Re REALLY AS ME b ! STRONG AS YOu Used To 7 Hunt 1 y be {[ SHOULD SAY |]! WANT You To WHEEL A BALLOON | was! —- UP THE HILL FoR ME— LITTLE STRONGER IF SCHEME OF MINE THAT LL eT ARE You By se ANYTHING £ |LYou IN oN STROM Be FEEL THAT Gate weed To PE? ee HD LAND ON A NEWSPAPER, SMITHOUT SLIPPING | ELLO ALE! [antiacaat lige Yar Ben THAT AYWSING UTrLE incipenT a ‘weanesasy, yume Greatest Summer Novel of Year tn ed A Pleasantries Of Mealtime Cuprright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). By Sophie Irene Loeb. leaned back in the great car, his un- take, str, in allowing her to walt? the | looking. is nesing travelling over the quiet|man asked. ‘She assured me that she) “My dear Violet,” he said, “of course landscape, was intimately known to you. IT have not forgotten. Only don't you There was something out of keeping, | ‘You were quite right, Parkins,” Baten see how unwise it ts of you to come MPNTAL stage. Above all, anger and hate are poison, And there is a point that {s often lost sight of—this matter | rand Saton, @ eb with a mysterious past, ed trom a lite druagery ya cynical yound try gentiewman wamed I ely Is >] ST |e jteury Rochester, « little uncanny, even, in the filght of answered. “I think I know who she down here? If she were to know" HOPE OF THE HUMAN 18 | 0% Date. HATE IS THB paper enough money to satart life} tne motor-car with its solitary passen-|{s, but I was ecarcely expecting her to ‘She will not know,” the girl tnter- 6 | HALTER ON THE THROAT OF TE ag lows, with, this odd jadyice, " PORFORMED ABOVE THE! ariyenTnARY GANAL It cau: “i d on. * wer along the country lane, past the hay | day P apie ue uh ate tn London, and nied 7" MED 2 ses Several Alla Ht h f th b eek. GUILLOTINE LINE," anys ONE ecg Bee a ee eee eae eee | cath ChB Sinica iC GHTLY. ONE eeman | Cente | MEVANTE might tell her more disomiers than any one thing I||: know of. “Cultivate loving everything, not for any one's sake but YOUR OWN. Cul- tivate such a high spirit that NO MAN can make you hate him—if you would | and easy running of |; tong day's toll. The man who|room and closed ft quickly. The woman | leaned back amongst the cusMons, with | rose up from the couch, where she had his pale, drawn face, and dark, melan-| apparently be and looked choly eyes, seemed to them like @ crea-| him. me|ture from another world, even as the “At last!" she exclaimed. ‘Bertrand, vehicle In which he travelled, so swift/do you know that T have been here and luxurious, filled them with wonder. | since the morning?" | ew ‘Aa lie ts Upon the tates; and draws from his ned letter, It was given Horace Fletcher. Horace Fletcher 18 @ philosopher. He not only evolves food principles but food for thought that you have dee: augmented. “You will have to see to it that trey don't,” she sald, ‘Bertrand, I am so appy. When are you coming back?’ very soon,” he anewered, end the evening together, eo, 3 he 3 ot ” “* co 6 asked, looking at him as well. Why? Be. | Preserve t dinner, Saton's Saton heard nothing of thelr respectful] “How was I to know?" he answered. i ; cause ihe fletcher. | Yur corpomobtie.” uly eiealtlsme te sttencta Lote Kood-nights, Ho saw nothing of thelr | “you gent no word that you ware com-| uname» NY fain Goeen't fo Paok izes not only the @ sauce of good cheer wil! seagon y protege of Lady Mary, Rocheste: doffed hats and curtous, wondering tng. I certainly did not expect you.” “That je just what we cannot 40," he ents @ cottage on the Rochester and an elderly, withered woman knows settle down for the geamn, yn see much of each other, {ome rdw, with whom | Rochea a lor the HUMBLEST meal in that tt eatia- |" fles more than the sumptuous repast in an atmosphere of STRIFE, 80 that the little woman whose clothes line fell in| glances, He was thinking with a con- siderable amount of uneasiness of the interview which @robably lay before him, Are you gladi" bruptly. “T am always let," he sald, pu FOOD but the ‘THOUGHT; and thus he has made | he asked, @ Uttle/ answered. “You di@ not tell me that you were coming, and I have to go out A to e you, Vi0- | to dinner te-night.” his arm around ‘affair, becomes a quest at the “To dinner? Here? she repeated. for the dictionary homer "8 Capt, Vandermere, | ‘The car turned in at the rude @ates, her waist and kissing her. “All the!you have soon made frienda” And | the morning and made things all awry | Tol, Gaton fe invited to a dinnet| and climbed the rough road which led same, Tam not sur in altogether wis T waited as long as I could,” she) n f] a new word, “fletcherize.”” | I know the choo-| that your coming in the day, if she must needs tell of ft, t |her f 9 wise to wait. to Saton’s temporary abode. A servant met him at the door as he descended, | hen I was doy,” ‘© is some one living CHAPTER VII. hi! vanch For, like the medicine advertisement, gray-hatred, elderly man, trreproachably | answered. “You didn't come to me. \here whe knew me then.” ‘hoo mam, I have seen him m | there ts elwayse ‘before and after tak- ey attired, whose manner denoted at once | You scarcely even answered my letters.| “Can't you put it off, Bertrand?” and munch! At the same time I have | |i Us SWANN ee rend the partak.| 4% Unwelcome Visitor. | the weil- 4 nervant, I couldn't bear tt any longer, I had eae i Ub Ave Sooke vanes t heard him tal and he knew whereof 10 spoke. Now while there are a few of us—I “ust VERY few of us—who live to eat, ne thing is certaln—ALL OF US MUST AT TO LIVE. And while In the course of the twenty- our hours most of the eating pertods “ay be summed up in the vernacular sabble, gobble, git,” yet at least OND BAL, the evening one, must of ne- ATON was only 4 few minutes being whirled down the ave- nue of Beauleys and up along the narrow country lane, wreatted with honeysuckle and wild roses, to Blackbird's Nest. He ir." he said— Bertrand, you “ghe arrive: go—who has| haven't forgotten? Tell me that you deen waiting to see you. You will find| haven't forgotten.” her tn the morning room.” He sat down by her side. She was a Gaton took off his hat end moved | young here, and go for a walk in the country slowly down the little hall, @ little hardened by the constant use! before my train goes, or ait in your “[ trust that I did not make @ mis-! of cosmetics, she was still well enough study and talk? There are eo many to come and see you. yon you. Every day I have hoped |that you would run up, if {t was only for an hour, Bertrand dear, don't go to this dinner. Can't we have something jing of @ meal with @ wearisome ques- |ton under discusston always produces an effect, the cause of which need NOT | have happened at all. Thero are #0 many splendid, happy things going on EVERY MINUTE! The world is FULL of jovial, heatth-giving topios. It ts JUST AS EASY to discuss the delightful ¢hing as the disastrous one And @ happy thought expressed DUR- ING A MBAL ts worth three pills in ald of digestion, It is the NATURAL medi- cine. Even tt were far better to hear the prattle af the iittie one tn the sim- plor joye rather than the tattle of the j| “gomsipy” thing that ives nothing but DISORDER. ‘While argument drings matters to @ foous, the wise man, the wise woman, will realize the bad business of bring- ing it up during the breaking of bread. For it breaks many o spirit that needa the Meht, pleasing impotus that ds gtven to “Boost” up tho workaday man who fhas been on the @ordid side of the line all day-—or tho woman whose mental Procemses ¢hrough the day have been unvaried to the point of aonotony. THE BOARD OF CHEBR 8 THE ROUND TABLH THAT TURNS THE CURRENT OF THOUGHT FOR WHAL OR WOR, WHERE IT 8 NEEDED MOST—-THH HOMB, Lyrical Liltings of Lonesome Liz By Elizabeth Gordon (Capecign, 1918, ty Gen W. Pact in od No matter if he's rushed he’s real polite, ig agealagagioatl ade elated A day att moreno apie AU day to-day I've felt so awful queer, Caase be aaid “Please pass me that Blotter, dear!” 1 wander, if be knew just what he sata, “Gay, pal, could you give a starving man a bite!” | FT Congas Be Sik 1 warety showld | eveg; put ain't you afraid you might get hydrephobla™ “Yee, ma’m, | usta have the greatest sailieenon of snakes in captivity.” “Goodness, my man! When wae that “Afore 1 took the pledge.” things T want to ask you about our) future.” | He took her hand and leaned toward | her “My dear Violet,” he said, sonable, I dare not o| with whom I have p ding, and, apart from that, 1 very unwise that T should time at all here with you. what sort of a person it both have to consider. You know fs whom wo She would turn us both into the street and treat ft all as a fest, if It pleased her th I tell you @ deen toc are about facing @ to send you ba ation in the car now. Y Violet, Her face grew suddenly hart. she looked older, The ight which had flashed into her face at his coming was gona One saw now the trregularities | of her complexion, the over-red lips, | “You dismise me,” she said in « low | ton® “I have come all this way, have waited all this time, and you throw me ® kiss ovt of pity, and you tell me to ko home as fast as I can, Bertrand, you did not talk if few monthe ago, You ld not talk thi when you asked me to marry you “Nor ehall I talk Ike it” he an- awered, “when we meet once more in London, and have another of our cozy little Ginners. But frankly, you are do- effectual and least painful means of oming to an understanding with her! pase nan CHAPTER VIII. An Instance of Occultism. FE guests at Reauleys were all grou together in the hall after dinner, the men and of the women sine rettes. Coffea and Mqueurs were ng served from the gre mak side Lord Querdon and his host had wna little from the others, at the former's gation, | our friend Saton—extraordinary me, by the ema to have struck theme of conver- remarked a little “8 to where Saton stove ¥ most of the other “Ho haa travelled a great deal,’ Rochester e#ald, “and he seems to be one of that extravagant sort af persons who imbibe more or less the ideas of every country. Chiefly froth, I shoul imagine, but it gives him plenty to tals about." nodded thoughtfully. she declared, “atill puzales At quite unfamiliar.” eater, who was watching Pauline, ng an absolutely unwise thing in stay-4 ghrugged his shoulders. ing here, These people are not my servants. They are hers. They beyond my bribing. Violet,” he ad dropping his voice @ littl her into hie arms, dear. of you to come, my advice now, end I will try make {t up to you very goon. I certainly be in London next week. She rested in his arms for « mo: with half closed eyes, as though con- tent with his words and his embrace. Yet, a8 she Gixengaged herself, she atghed a little. She was willing to de- colve h he wan anxiour to do sot-but always tho doubt remained! “Very well, Bertrand,” ehe eaid, “I will go." “You will just catch @ fast train to London," he said, more cheerfully, “You will change at Meohester, and you will find @ dining-oar there, Have you Plenty of money?” “Plenty, thank you," sha answered, He walked with her out into the hail, “Madam will bo #o sorry,” hi “to have missed you. The t must have been a complete standing. Till next week thi He handed her into the oa ing her fingers to his lips, kissed them gallantly, “To the station, William,” he ordered the chauffeur, “and then get back for me as quickly as you can.” The oar swung off. @aton stood watching it with darkening face. There was some pity in Tile heart for this somewhat passee young person, who had been kind to him during those first tew weeks of his re-entering {nto lite, h ‘ecognized the fact that his swift progress was unfortunate for her. He even sat for @ moment or two emoking « cigarette in bis very luxuri- doa, | 0% 12 talking about,’ 4 | new thing. “We may as well hear what the fel- he remarked “Lat us join the adoring throng.” * * * “I will tell you one thing which 7 have realized tp the couree of my trav~ els,” Gaton was saying as they dr near, “Among all the nations of t! ‘world, we English are at once the ignorant, and the slowest to receive In the exact eolences are perhaps just able to hold our own, Dut when it comes to the great unex- plored fields, the average English per- gon turns away with @ ehrug of the shoulders. ‘I do not believe!’ he eays stolidly, and that ts sufficient. He does not delleve! Since the birth of Time there hae been no more pitiful ey than that.” “One might easily be convinced thet the fellow {s in earnest,” Rochester whispered. ‘The Judge laid a hand upon his hest’s shoulder, There was a curious gleam in those deep-set eyes . “Let him go on,” he said. ‘This te interesting. I begin to remember,” “We all have @ hobby, T euppess” Saton continued. “Mine has always been the study of the least understood of the sclences—I mean occuttism. 1, too, was prejud I saw won- derful things in In rose up Hke I refused to bel ypt, and on the west coast of Africa, I had the chance of learning new things, and again I refused, But there came a time when even | wes émn- pressed. Then I began to atudy, I be Kan to ace some of those things et which we a and from w ehrug of thi capable explanation—are submissive, in fag to natural laws. There not a doubt that in the generations to come ‘will smile upon us and pity us for our ous dressing room, fingering the gold- topped bottles of bis dreasing case, and would be the most % Dan Tucker Sure Is a Queer Old Man & & Govrright, 1011, hy The Pree Pub{'shing Oo. (The New York World), £/* YOUD BETTER HU! PLuTus, CYP \ WE Suact miss ~ \THE 4.01 EXPRES \\ Net a \\ Wi \\h ee Hh 5 \ 5 L \ fil ill (Old Oan Tucker Is a queer of id man, He can make a lot of money with a | He beats the wildest cowboy when ho rides; He can make a fish act funny, He eats good toast and Jelly and ull | frying pan Ihle hobby horee, tho’ 'tls never done by force. Wkes a lawn to mow. , ere om bi LALA LEASE OR 1 1 m WTNH) {{f i ETHNIC ILL SHAVE BEFORE | 1 | company)” ct! FRONT By T. O. McGill Ue 1 Ol vec ll CO EDANTA ’ LS GIO. ie Py oS = ey OA ESPN Toh phe es But oh! you ought to see him hetp to make a garden grow! colossal stupidity.” (To Be Continued) NS wa