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weit WHAT CAN 1 DO FOR You! WWE GOT A { LOT OF MONEY AND ' WANT WHOM WOULD You SNGEST Towrite THE PLAY? Fairy Tales For the Fair ‘ By Helen Rowland. Vy but @ woman, had never etolen anything more valuable sooner than break a promise or @ vow—except, of course, a promise to merry or a wedding vow, In short, he was a perfect GENTLEMAN—even when he was intozt- vated. When he had tried every other way of being happy without success he at last decided to marry. @ perfectly honorable woman for a wife. “That's easy!" said the fairy cheerfully, and stratghtway presented to Aim a young girl who wae a model of all the proprietics and the soul of innocence. But a year later the man returned to the fatry tn a terribly disgruntied state. “Look here!” he exclaimed indignantly, “Where's the matrimomal er- change desk? I want my money back! The goods you delivered were not what you represented them to de. You said my wife was an HONORABLE WOMAN!” “Why what on earth is the matter with her?" inquired the fatry. “She tg NOT honorable,” declared the man. “She cheats at cards with- out @ diush, gossips maliciously about her best friends, fids as artistically @s a connoisseur and deceives me about everything, from her bills to her ocomplezion. She is a ‘whited sepulchre’ with an tron-clad conscience, “breaded brains’ and the sense of honor the size of a peanut!” “Has she broken any of the propricties?” demanded the fairy. “N-no,” acknowledged the man, “but she's broken every promise she ever made me, every engagement we ever had and every code in the calen- or” “Ien't she a loyal wife?” continued the fairy. N principle of loyalty"—* “Btop!" interrupted the fairy, waving him away with a gesture of dis- guet. “I cannot sce but that she is quite as honorable a woman as you are } @man. The difference lics in the feminine and masculine code; that is all.” | \ “That isn't fair!” cried the man indignantly. “Whatl" exclaimed the fatry, “would you like to exchange places with a woman?" But the man hurried away without another word, MORAL: When the Devil wanted to make mischief he invented the { @oudle code. ALSO: Femininity is femininity and masculinity ts masculinity; and never the two ehall mect om any common ground except the burying 1 pround. O*™ upon a time there wes a perfectly honorable That is to say, he had never Hed to anybody r than a girl's heart, had never cheated in business or in| \ any game except the love game, and would have DIND q Naturally he went to the fairy toho makcs love matches and demanded | “Y-yes,” replied the man, “but as a friend she docsn't know the first! WELL = WOULD BE PLEASED TO MANAGE AsSHOW FoR-Nou! SEE? THAT WAS A ROTTEN SHOW 3 WISH thing out. At any rate, we might start BYNOPSIS OT PRECHDING Bertrand Saton has been beri days by @ cynical Pngisaman ton meets Lows ¢ * eo answered shyly. “I should he eaid, and we will have lunch there” “T shall love ét,” ehe answered. ‘Good night!”* 6he kissed him timtdly, and fitted away into her room with a little back- ward glance and @ wave of the hand Rochester stood where she had left him, watching the place where she had da- appeared, with the look in hie eyes of ® mag who sees @ ghost. CHAPTER XXXI. Between Love and Duty. OCHESTER’S hansom set him “alone, business, “Rochos:« Pauitne for liking Si noots and dangerously | wounds Rochester. Lois alone knows eam niitted crime, Saton tries to convince her that us was excusable, amd by a sort of hypnotism Seed, Rochiaier warns Saton to leave Lola aud Pauline alone in, “the future, Mut the whale at the Duchess of J Amar deeply, interested [1 saton, aneeh omy down in Cadogan street just a few as a new and very handsome thea’ decides to marty tata. fuachester motor car moved slowhstaway wile, af! Jong estrangement, become rec. from the door. Mis face darkened as he recognized Saton lean- and he ignored the exaggerated and half CHAPTER XXX. (Continued.) A Surprising Request. HE was tearing Iittle bits from the lace of her hand- kerchief, Her eyes sought his fearfully. on’t think, when I say tinued, “that I say of blamin you loved Pa and of course she » and one did not} Rochester found himself face to face expect—it never seemed Iikely that shel with Pauline, but ft was a somewhat might be free. sho ts free," | grim amile with which he welcomed Lady Mary went on, with a Ittle break | her, Tam here, your wife, yat you love her still so much that what I am saying to you must sound Vesy, very unwelcome, Tell me, Henry. Is that eo? Tr was touched. Tt was tm- not to feel the sincerity of hor Tle sank on one knee, and took ands in ht-. Mary.” he sald prising. ot lived so tong and and you hve “Lady Marabel ts ‘at home’ Asked the butler, who knew him well. The man hesitated. “She will you, no doubt, atr,"" he Temarked. "We had our orders that sho Was not ‘at home! thts afternoon,” “Tho gentleman who has just left"— Rochester began. “Mr @aton,” the butler interrupted. “He has deen with Lady Marrabel for some time." w (Bet {nat,” she « “Still faacinated, T see, by the new sctence, my dear Pauline he sald. “I met your professor outside, He has a fine new motor car. J imagine that after all he hea discovered the way to extract money from pscience."" Pauline shrugged her shoulders. “Those are matters which do not con- corn me," she sald—"I might add, do not Interest me. You are the only man I know who disputes Mr. Saton’s pos!- tion, and you are wrong. He ds wonder- y| fully, marvelously @ifted.”’ “this is all so sur- xpect {t. We have one Cur own ways, seomod until su y content, that T qu where in this butte tme, dear?” she de- ve * she an- ue quar- itt know that am asking to talk , but you seo Iam not alebout Mr. Saton.” ive up| “Nol Rochester answered. ‘I had yihing else I do want some one to n on just a Mttle. You are very strong, Henry," 6ho added, softly. took something else to say to you." Hts tone excited her curfosity. She looked at him more clonely, and real- ‘zed that he had indeed come upon eome misaton. “Well,” sho @aid, “what has hap- pened? Ia it——"* re int ALL PUT DE PokvPine In “ov FE ee § NONE, O' MY ar oom PuTs, ino HAT - PuT A covT House (in T EF Yo SANANTS To — ER A LON, ER If LOAD OCOAL. ER A MULE | 0% (ih BEANS Huns dimen ! Hat hat Dow? ? { Ws BY WHATS Noy ) Reaoin ? little more of one another?” | t ‘ik bd: ee zine; Th u ,OLD MAN, DO ME LU. Mi LU TO PAVOR AND T/ DINNER = TAKE MY PLACE: 1 CANT Go) Went | rsday..July 27, 19Tt. =SOME CRAB MEAT A 14 POUGHKEEPSIE- An’ SOME °LANKED SHAD- Aw’ SOME TERRAPIN- SOME SWEETBREADS- SOME NIAST TURKEY— SOME SALADE ROMAINE ~AND— Ghe broke off in her sentence. Roches- #tood quite atill, ae though passion- ately anxious to understand tho moan: ing of that interrupted thought “It ds about Mary,” he said. "Yes?" Pauline answered, Go on, please. “it 4 Rochester said - “somethings which I cam assure you that her con- duct has never at eny time in any way euggeated.” “Sho wants to leave you?” asked, breathlessly. “On the contrary,” | ‘ghe wants what she hag never asked for or expected—something, tn fact, Pauline She has been going to this man Father Cressweli's meetings. She is talking about her duty, avout making the best of one another.” Pauline was amazed. Certainly no thought of this kind had ever entered into her head, “Do you mean,” she said, ‘that Mary wante to give up her silly Mttlo filrta- tions, and turn serious?’ “That {9 exactly what @he snyy,” Rochester answered, “I don't believe whe has the least idea that what she 1° | proposes comes so near A tragedy.” “What have you answored?” Pauline ‘asked, “We have established a probationary period,” he said. “We have to too a’ little more of ono another. 1 drove her down to Ranelagh yesterday afternoon, and we are going to dine together to-night. What om TI to do, Pauline? I have come to ask you. We must decide It together, you and I." She leaned a little forward tn h chair, Her hands were clasped to- gether. Her eyes were fixed on vacancy “It {9 amazing.” “You must go back to her.’ Rocuester drew a little breath he- tween his teeth. “Do you know what this means?” he asked. “Yes, T know!" she answered, “And yet it is inevitable. What have you and I to look forward to? Sometimes T think that ft ts much of one a ‘Lam afraid,” Rochester ea t I would sooner have y ear friend, thar woman who ever “L wonder,” she sald softly. “T w You yourself," cont always held that there ts a certain vulgarity, a certain loss of fine feeling in the consummation of any attachment The very r between us makes our | intercourse seem sweeter and more de- | sirable." “And yot," ho declared, learing @ tittle toward her, “there are times when na-/ ture will be heard—when one realize tho great call. “You are right,” she answered softly. slowly, | u for my nafried to any on she "Go on. a which was not in our marriage bond, | # “Tt is a thunderbolt," he murmured. | NOTA BIT HUNGRY- LET ME = Tit HAVE SOME LITTLE. NECK CLAMS~ Some Ca CONSOMME’= SOME. “Cheer Up, Cuthbert!” What’s the There Is a “That {# the terrible part of { You and I may never listen to It. We have close our ears, to beat our hands and hide, when the time comes.” ines i It worth while, yy clally now, Bo there has been nothing in our great ship which need keep you from ee ene Paasel ot Wrongs! T=: Man Who Is Always Right ace When we want to Dodge Con- actence, we Strive to Make ourselves Believe that, be- ing unuauanty complex Persons, we are Immunes! “You know that st must be. rose to his fect and walked to th ned there etand minutes, When jomething had gone from his avily, He bad the alr of “Pauline thoughts T have In my that has tortured me. 4—I may be wrong—but I have fancied that durin; the last few montis been slipping away from me. | w. There has been! Brooding is Selt- Manufactured Be- Teavement! Jonah was the y Answer me, honestly. what I have told you, after all, thing of a relief?" t true, Henry. You cannot you are eaying. I have Rightt Time was when wo we: Being Broke that, so Used to when we Gathered a Little Change, the ‘Shock wan bo Great we had to Consuit a Nerve Specialist! Hate feeds on Hust A Good Man to Enmilate ts the Pinch. Hitter who Turns the Trick! hastily. acquaintances, If will, Have I ever wiown any partiality for any one? You cannot honestly delleve that I have not bee lth to our unwritten compa had “1 have horrible fear. F want you to be kind to me. This haw been @ blaw. I cannot easily get over ft. Let me tell you this. One of the reasons—-the great teason—Wwhy I fear and dread this com- « change is Because it may leave y susceptible to the influence of that the ita The Drifter doewn't Belleve in Maelstrom unttl be Gets Within Swirlt A Lot of Tough Luck has been Loosened Up by that Try-Again Brand of Turpentine! The Fataltat takes it Cooly but the| Possimist Howls! “IL do mentioned ht not to hi about it, But there the s. If 1 thought that any nterest In the man's eclen- had become diverted feel Inclined to tale ok and throw him into “Unconditionally Released” denotos! Incompe: -Which 1s why we'd Rather be Fired Outright! | ‘The Spoed Boy Siackens Up when the Habit begins to Ride 111M! rpenti (To Be Continued.) Temptation doesn’t have to Make the Batt 90 Very Alluring to Get Some of us to Nibble on It! Original Jtpx~bnt kouss, Me Came Out Alt Gather!’ Use of Being Blue ?. Lot of Luck Left. By Clarence I. Cullen. Copyright, 1911. by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York World). " You can Get Off at a Lot of Way ®t tions before you Reach the Jumping-O8 Place! This Time next Year youl Gre when you Hark Back to ttt “a Our Idea of the Ephemeral Stuf & the Slip-Me-Something Maat ‘Tis a Fine Thing Always to “Zan on Your Feot''—but the Hair grows Gray and Wispy! The Minus Sign se the Symbol of thé “Maybe” Man! The “Good Loser” ts but an ho Chronically It'Takes Some of us a Parloug Time to Discover how Much itds Not to Fall In than @8 @ Chmb out! et Anyhow, they ‘can’t Run “Beratohed" Line through your until the Wagon Backs Up! Discouragement finds pretty si ‘ Squatting on the Shoulders of the ‘Tbings Man! if ———_ Nothing Is in Vain, THING js in vain— mS) N?s:: @ flower blooms .to ‘Neath the shade or open ey, Bot is found by some lone ¢; 1t will bloom again; For the thoughts of God shall te Lasting as etornity, Not a sweet volced bird vives and sings and files away Dut some heart is gladdened; Not the music of a day Passes at! unheard; ' Still there is an ear that hears ' All the music of the years, a aay Not a kindly decd That @ loving hand has wrought, Not a soul-born word, to naught By the cankering years 1s brought; vening World during August, The fiction treat of the In @hedéing your Tiusions you don't have to Drop the Fundamentals! Wa'patnn! 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