The evening world. Newspaper, July 28, 1911, Page 11

The Fairy Tales For the Fair By Helen Rowland. * Ly NCE upon a time there was a young man who O did not have “a bright idea for a play.” Neither did he think that he “could have written for the magazines if he had only tried.” His sole ambition was to write a BOOK on LOVE. “But,” he observed, “before I can tell othere ali about it I must have some experience in the matter myself.” (Which was rather remarkable for @ young man.) | So he started out in quest of “experience,” and, like all the rest of the| trouble hunters, he found it, | He fell in love, in turn, with a widow, a school teacher, a chorus girl, a sufragette, a butterfly, a genius, a fool, a flirt and a bromide. But too many “flames” dry up the well-spring of the emotions, and by the time he had gone down the list he was so excruciatingly bored with life | in general and with love and women in particular, that he had lost all his! enthusiasm for writing a book, Besides, he had by no means solved his problem. “For I perceive,” he remarked, “that the question is not so much ‘WHAT is iove? as ‘WHICH is love?! And how am 1 to decide which IS the reat thing since I always have the same exalied thrilling emotion at the de- gianing of every love affair and the same tired feeling at ite end? Every new brand and every new girl appears to be the real thing, but out, like the hotel soup, to be the same old ‘stock,’ with @ diferent tur fe rhaps,” he added thoughtfully, “I ought to marry, since that is the only cne of the fifty-seven varieties that I haven't tried.” s » picked out a Bromide who scemed the nearest thing to a soul maic, a kitten, an angel and a cook combined and married her, | Put after a year of placid monotony he found that he was no nearer his 405..0i0n “Tush! he said cynically, “there is no such thing as love!" Just then Fate, in one of those absurd tricky moods of hers, painlessly rencicd the Bromide to a better world and brought him face to face with the IDEAL WOMAN. Por the first time in his life the young man KNEW that he had found the cfernal fre and was under the spell of the real thing. it was like walking in meadows of asphodel by moonlight. But when his friends inquired when he would start his book on love he laughed at them. “Never!” he answer “For I could never describe tt. The subject is too vast for me, Besides, I would as soon think of analyzing it ae of dis- secting a beautiful flower in order to find its perfume.” MORAL: An ounce of imagination is worth a pound of eaperience to any cuthor, wan ever. Betty Vincent’s Advice On Courtship and Marriage r girls, when a man tells you he loves you and n you promise to become hts wife you mut e wp your mind to give up the attentions of Y de other men, Tt Is not fair to asic your flance to tolerate two or three other men culling on you on the evening when the comes to call, nor the sight of others’ flower gifts about your home ¥ u there should be only his, It nvay not be that your flance mistrusts you or that he {s Jealous In the more serious sense of the word, but inas- much a# you will most certainly ‘have to give up the attentions of other men after you are married you might Just as well commence rightly by giving them up before, AS @ matter of fact, @ casual call from an old eequain- you are married will probably disturb your husband more than th n now, Whom your flance probably looks upon as possible rivals, re others,” my dears, when you have chosen “DHE one." Belly Were nt jing he saw my name and address on Took Her Home. |the tree and would ike to hear from GIRL who signa her letter “R.) me. Could you advise me in what way A‘ Melts |to write to the young man?” . ‘Tl am to be married 1 Pa no attention to his letter, And nile out walkin the first chance you get go to the place 1 at © we etood talking on!) mer and remove your name and addre: ’ Wee avi TI should not) from the tree. It was vulgar and fadis- that I ehould have dis-/creet to pl them where strangers ” 1 on ome."* might read them. | - r nt It is rt cc ¢ Doz: t to sand talk! She Does Not Answer, Eithe ask oa | man who gns his letter "G, ©." to Mak> Her jealous. { a girl and I though “ A, rer | fle Wked mo, She recently went to the A . antry Since « has been there 1 d : Lita craeuas written her three letters and s Pe swerel one of them. Do you I write likes ine, @nd shall » | again Probably the young lady does like you, but I would not write again, were | 1 you, unt she answers one of your | letters, this t What do you th 1 tink « as the young man ts ot engaged to marry you he has every st to call on a# many different girls nk enemieatinanicnemscnt HORSE'S COMMENT, e wishes to | Vacation Romance. | GIRL who signs her letter “A, N." f “While on my vacation last eum-! bar», mer I carved my name and address on| “One of those frosh-alr cranks,’’ com- the bark of a tree, This summer I ree mented she horse to iteell,—Bumtalo Ex- ceived @ postal from a young man say- prem ‘The mule, being in a temper, kicked a few boards out of the side of the |Copyright, 1910 and 1911, by 1 When She Is Engaged. hut HoTer, wat THey Got THe BALLS FROM HITTING Fours, Tor THe Loye oF MIKE' HAVNT WE Ger WIT? CANT We SBE IT Comin’ Brown & Co, CHAPTERS SYNOPSIS OF PIRECEDIN Bertrand daye by sumov anc young widow tracted to B Rots line alone int party meet at the tw Ainvithill. who ie dee ‘at the Duchess's nts on Paniine th perth ate, desert or Pa He then deci We 'wife a Se LIT 18 still Je 5 CHAPTER XXXI. (Continued) Between Love and Duty. HE said nothing. Her face had become very s , almost ex. his heart tu: Paulin 4 I go you will have tear could not come to pass think that I insult you ‘ oung man may be clever, but ot of our worki-~yours eis a poseur with a quack the market place, He 4 or anything like one. afraid, Pauline, and “You have nothing to fe swered quiet Iam 6 t le a whom man u he ca “Henry,’ she said, I can give you my wish you happines experiment—I gath ent tt 18 0: n It Is decided one ther," she continued, * and tell me, Please go away now. | want to be alone.” Rochester kissed her hands and passed way ort » this. | you must come | IT out Into the street and depressing convicts t to commence 4 abou his } WK Sat JIM? Suke. 1 dust SEEN HIM WALKIN Down stheeT WITH A KANGAROO ON ONE ARM AHO A VACCINATION MARK OW THe OTHER! UTne DIPPY IN THe CBSERVATORY, NS had @ curious, CHAPTER XXXM. | approba nw: In the par Atthe Edge of the Frecipic og) AU Die very marked scoffed at the pink roses » writ ono «i tand, blotting-pad, MS disapproval which st with looked wit was ont. He t bowl o 4 upon shed sant burden tts allver laid fools wntul mat his young host s attired for his morning walk During the last few weeks JNAW WE WONT || GET HiT=-GiT Bach] Naudheim, bordered upon the idheim’ was shabby, unbrush mpt. His collar was frayed, |no te. ‘ho seams of his long frockbeoat had been | over and parted slippers and untidy socks, stains upon his watstcoat, ‘rom underneath his shaggy There at his host | “My young friend | growing te ‘on answered, “You can swee the writing-table, tle uneasily, things off wi k wray eyebrows he shot @ contemptuotis glance “Tt is! Greatest Summer Novel of the Year Bae he ‘wore black od and Inked | He wore carpet he eald, “you are nnot work here.’ @ iit all those it they ) elaborate for you, and piteh | 8 out of the window if you| Lant* Naudhetm anawered, the atmosphere, I smell it everywhere. This is not the h This 19 not’ the house butid. My y: to the tin mus Saton answ i *ie THE LATESTIN Hie eral apr wide ing appeared se y \dresged wom It Is assorted that In Pa is wearing side fri ad there | s every jabots in son le of dress ao easily as these dainty litt! Since Damo F n now permit var more than o ette on warm 4 frill ts arranged on tho in the form the waist ers to harmonize with the revere of! this style when purchased ready made| ing friend, you have fa You are like all the others: | we Is ipa ety of lace of use for thoughts. wherein one ed, “that the which I have done should be my to you. We are not ail made Side Frills and Fichus Are in Vogue Again 1 single gown or drese accessory t 4 of net or lace ean c te jabots are now tucked into a 1ofa garment. 7 are fan) ) with the tailored sult ae well , r tume, and even sir pie boudoir gowr this garniture. L wide r frill may ed to the coat, gown alst, ther oo nt arming waya of Introducing this graceful a that 1t 1g no wonder t has met with such unusual yogue tn Paris. one-sided walet trimming ment 4 fastened und wide re right side and the loowe edge | r to ott Naudhi your When I month, knew th is wh of trout Never has ask hes ask passions must t her alon th court to | J that pr through roundings. my Mbrary, “You are work, She asks your life, your thoughts, your | climb. My Me's a aveen Rowr Amt We ? HAHA Mite! How | useo Yo Smaew Wim, Brae (4 The HAPPY OL DAYS- —! athe in that best amidat congenital #uf- ou in your den and f ta} an Kive of our best." | elm shook his he d a fool, sald. “As for Mt As fatally clever, * you sent me last and saw i at you were falling away, I came, Now I have com 1, Lasten! ‘The secrete won only by those wh . ike children who In the tim » flee to thelr mother's arm mistress in the world's history | od more trom man than she | ed or has had more to give, | clever, every breath of your body a breath of desire for ner and} yu think that you can strut | world, a talking ¢ pay women, Maten to t yvolres alse you, irk r way the days, and all the time| young friend, no! I tell you — By Alma Scone ~The Gladys Arma, Characters — Lala, Genevieve and Janitor, ULU (oudly)—Janttor, oh you Jant- Janitor—-Ye—eat Tutu-ay, Jonttor, they're having a fale of grand talcum powder at the core ner drug store—a pound box for 18 cents! Would you mind running out to get me some? Janitor Gaconteally)—What's tn it? Lulu (cheerfully)—@ay, if you atn't the «rafter! You never think of doing @ lady a favor, do you? After 1 give you the elegant gold tipped cigarettes that Pittsburg guy left here the other } afternoon, too! Janitor (coldly)—They wuz rotten! None of us ain't workin’ fer love—I guess ye know that Lulu (thoughtfully)—But 4f I give you a nickel for getting it, that'll make tt coat 23 cents and J can got it any day In the week for 22! Janitor (heartlessly)—Well, wait til yo Ko out yerself then, Lulu (plteously)—But I'm due at re- hearsal In twenty-five minutes and— Genevieve: (opening her door)—Is that you, Janitor? Janitor—Yes'm. Genevieve—Say, favor? Janitor (briefly) —Fer wot? Genevieve—On, don't worry, you'll get yours all right! Janitor (relle eve-Go to the ¢ janitor, do me a AI right—fire away. rner drug store get me a bottle of brillantine-—T to get to rehoarsal in twenty-five t and m. looks like a hair mattress with the D, T.'’s—can't do @ thing with it! (auddenly)—And get my talcum ve. Oh, hello kid! You up? ve been up since 9 o'clock! town slow this week? Jove (yawning)—Siow? Slowest ever! There's nothin’ in this summer no! to Don't interrupt me. eal my way and «e « Suton repeated, —‘Impoastblet I am willing to work, | will work now. 1 simply thought that as the morning was 0 fine We might walk for a Iit- T am going nothing.” Naudhotm #hook ‘ts head. ‘Not one word do T.apeak of those things that are precious to me, tn thin house," he declared, “I tell you thet tts mphere would choke the life out every thought thet wae ever con- colved, You may blind others, even yourself, young man," he went on, “but kn vu are a renegnde, You would serve two mistresses. T am going.” “You shall. not," Saton declared, "This is absurd. Come," he added, trying to draw his arm through hts visttor's, ‘we will go into another room {tf this one annoys you." Naudhetm s#tapped back, He thrust aton away conjemptuously. He was he taller of the two by some inches, and his eyes flashed with soorn as he the waist. As an item of separate neckwear the de frill 1# prominent, It ean be pur hased in varying lengths, and then too, tt te ved to nih atocks Pie ne in are in the graduated | n some. they « over to the shoul ere they are fastened with «| Vi | woman Who has a atrip of hand- oA so, Irish, A vand of Vents +. uated frill of the able dow aline lace att We easily mado 1 is decidedly dre Plain net with em and three tiny tucks, when finely ‘ Lkes a tive Jabot The quaint Aehus 4 { t t can ' frill) hay tucks at the edge. The can bo attached by fa fancy beading. A fichy in| turned toward the door, made at of that wo st 63.05, 0 less t t could b price, Dumbwaiter Dialogues Woodward —— gang—a lot of out-of-town buyers that ke to aee the electric aigns work! Give me my regular New York bunch, ¢h boys who know how to make the tong Aa, What are you kickin’ abou? Wt Lee You gotig into the Granada might before Jast with ready money in tow? Genevieve (contemptuously) — Ready money, darling? ‘There 1s one more lange sized think coming to thee, ‘That golden hatred child was the prizest little piker ever! Takes me Into the Granada —me with my sixty dollar marquisette [on, too—and orders pigs knuckles and sauerkraut! Lulu (in consternation)—What! really? Genevieve (bitterly)}—And the worst is yet to come. What do you think that dub drinks with it? Lulu (guessing wildly)—Ginger ale? Genevieve (sepulohrally)--No—milkt (Lula abmost faints.) Janitor (suddenly)—say— Lulu—Well, did you get the talcum? Janitor (excitedly)—No, not yet. A amooth-faced blond young gent In a Automobile just left a case of something for you, Miss Genevieve. Genevieve—Blond? Young? The gold- hatred child! Maybe he ain't such a piker after all. What {s {t, Janitor—the real thing—bubble fizz? Janitor (hoartlessly)—Wait till T ene. It's awful dark down here. The bottles don't look Mig enough fer champagne, though. Maybe {t's beer. Lulu—Well, send it right along—siide St right along; we can use it In our Dusiness! Janitor (ghting a match, exclaim: No Duo—What's the matter—what ts it? Janttor—Sarsapartiia! Lulu (recovering first)~Pig’s knuckles, sauerkraut, milk and earsapartiia! Genevieve (bitterly)—Some class to the summer harvest—take it from one who knows! “T leave this house at once” he-eaitl, “I was a fool to come, but I am met such a fool as you, Bertrand Gaten. Don’t write or come near me again until your sham house an@ your sham | tle time in the @unshine, diut that ts] fe are in ruins, and you yourself in he wilderness. I enay take you tomy heast again then, T cannot tell. But to-dap@ loathe you. You are « creature of no | account foolish, dazzled moth. Doaye {dare to ring your belle, I need ne gun- keys to show me the way to the door.” Nauthetm strode out, as prophet of sterner days might have cast the Gust of a pagan dancing hall fromm hte feet. Gaton for a moment was stag- tered, His composure left him. He walked almiessly up and down the goom, swinging his gloves in hip hand emd muttertng to himeett, Then Rachael came in, Ahe walked ‘with the hetp of two sticks. She seemed | kaunter and thinner than ever, yet her eyes had lost littievof thelr fire, although they seemed set deeper in the caverns of her face, udhelm has gone,"* What Js wrong, Bertrand?" Naudheim t# impossible,” Saton an- swered, “He came tn here to work this morning, looked around the room and began to storm. He objected to the flowers, to the writing-tadle, to me, H. shaken the dust of us off his feet, and gone back to his wretched cabin in Switzerland.” She leaned on her sticks and looked at nim ‘On the face of the earth,” she said “there Goes not breathe a fool you.” Baton's expression hardened “You, too!” he exclaimed, “Well, go There we night in t called these should save ready to escape at th nd, living ike this, And the ‘ou are letting her slip out of oat (To Be Continued.) of O. EEBNRY Sto ening World during