The evening world. Newspaper, August 1, 1911, Page 13

The manent A This The FinsT vey of We Society For The ABOLITION OF FIGHTING , | Thue T TOAST MASTER AND FELLOW coves ‘} Tus GREAT WORK OP The ABOLITION FIGHTING , TO WHICH Cause | HAVE Evening World Daily Magazine, { Wier |. was’ A+ Oct, Back im The ovo GREAT PLEASURE In INTRODUCING To Been Converted, | Bring A LIFE MR ALF ALPHA , wi AoDRESss You. iy «OUR CHIEF APOSTLE — HO Wik © Faken hind Of a Sum @outhampton, Sunday, 6 A. M. HE last words I wrote in this ! book were, “iHere's to to- i} night—may it bring me & dream knight—with a bank- roll!” The night is over and it has brought madness, delirium—avhat you will! At 10.30 our house party started for the Hollywood in Mr, Trowbridge'a now motor ‘bus that Vera ts going to use for theatre parties in the city next winter, Vera wan gotten up, @ splendid copy of the G looked sweet enough to eat. ‘The Count went as Romeo, and Starr ag Oliver Cromwell. 1, with a white opera cont held closely about me, felt Aphrodite's garb a trifle too gossamery im the cool night al ‘When we got there the fun was well under way—the ballroom a riot of color and of beauty masked. The orchestra wae Grifting through @ slow, passionate waltz and as I passed through the wide doorway, @ man, dressed es @ Venetian gondolier, seized me gently around the ‘Waist and carried me away in & sooth- As, ewaying step. I was conscious firet only of the per- fect rhythm of danctng—1t was as if we been dancing together always. I looked up into his face, but the yk concealed everything but his ing Mpe and smooth, cleft ohin. 18, maybe, was the adventure I was! eking. We danced {t almost through fore either of us spoke. Then suddenly at the far end of the m I beheld the tremendous stature an Othello. His back was toward me, and I felt couldn't be mistaken in that mighty hysique and those vast shoulders, I topped dancing suddenly, a blue miat store my eyes, and gripped the erm of my Venotian partner. “Do you know who that man is?’ I sked. amtled. ‘Ah, fair Aphrodite, ask rather who I| } am, won't you?” he answered in a ban- Week-End Visits By Alma Woodward Copgright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), ze, “A Broken Pitcher,” and | mer Siren | tired, and he led me to @ low settee and went in search of & Glass of punch for me. Hungrily I followed the figure of Othello with my eyes, He was talking is! , willowy Queen Louise, I hated er! I knew # must be he, and I longed for the clock to strike the hour of un- masking. ‘Thon, @ few minutes later, he strode toward me. My heart beat to euffoca- tion as he stopped a moment and stared | curtously, then moved on. But before he had gone many steps [he turned and walked up directly be- fore me. | “Will you dance said, And I knew then that it was he, my Siadlator, from whom I had run away, because I was afraid to be natural. The low, crying sound of the ‘cello, Dearing the melody, came to us as he held me clo and almost itfted me from the floor. Instead of going around the room he moved toward @ ourtained doorway, and ‘with @ swift, capable movement érew me through # into @ email, dimly lit conservatory. thte with met” he) ALL MY Oris, 1 LicweD LiTrLe: dimen) — That UTrLe GIRIMO SeTrin’ OveR Thene 1 tached Him EVERY. OAT. Rec’ ry ——remmenone Geen A \ wire And, 1 MAYS Then, without speaking, he tore hie mask from his eyes and, tifting mine, kissed me on the lips! “You were afraid! That's the reason you left me, my little Narragansett he whispered, holding me close- ‘Don't be afraid of fove, little girl. ty, It's the greatest gift the goda can give!” I etood there, thrilling to my finger- tips, my hands dumbly adoring! ‘Then he @rasped one of my wrists in hie etrong hand and said gayly: “Come, Aphrodite, this is no place for thee, In rooms crowded to suffocation: Come to the sen with me—thy sea, whence thou camest," And slowly he pulled me after him down the steps, over the lawns, to where the white sand listened in the moonlight and the breakers boomed eul- loosely at my aides, h tering tone, + Then 1 remember T e@ald faintly I wag ; | Some Spook Stories! By David enn AR DAIRAIRALALOLALPL PL PPPPLSPLSLPL Copyright, 1914, ty The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). No, 2—The Haunted Palace in Lisbon. " — 11% most #keptical! ~ € >: persons have R sometimes borne the strongest tes- timony to truth of remark- able manifesta- tions, which, 1f/ they really oc- curred, must be set down the per- formance of imps, demons, hosts, “elementals,” or fome <reatures not within the ken of mortal man, Gomething over half a century ago there stood in Lisbon, Portugal, a pal- ace, already old, which had been ten- antless and abandoned for some tim because of its being haunted, A certain Captain of the British navy, seeking @ lodging in the city, laughed at the su- perstition and hired the palace. He ordered his servants to sleap out- side the doors of his room, and placing @ brace of pistols on his night tab! went to sleep with a candle burning beside his bed. His belief was that ee ere the , lenly. (To Be Continued.) A, Curtis, and he promised himself the pleasure of shooting at thom, At midnight the doors of its roon, appeared to open suddenly and violent- A strong wind blew in, and a tre- dous groaning and @ noise as of me person in heavy ghairs being keed over the tioor, awakened the bold Captain, who saw nothing, but fired instantly in the direction of the nolge, His light went out, but he rose and groped around the room, finding, to his amazement, that the doors were hot opened, and there was no trace of any intruders. Waking his servants he learned that they had heard nothing—not en the report of his pistols. He made @ search for secret doors and panels, but there were none, He remained awake the second night, determined not to be fooled, But the same phenomena were repeated, while again his servants slept on, hearing nothing, A precisely similar experience on the third night so frightened the Captain's wifo that she declared herself unable to endure @ repetition of it, and the Cap- tain reluctantly gave up his determina- tlon to solve the mystery. He left the house which was not long after torn criminals of some sort made the noises which had been attributed to shop! Wishing. Wil young men had never tol y together found the wish bone « fow Bridjing and confused, they broke the wishoone Detween them, “Pel! _me what you wished." she demanded, Tell me what you Wished,” be continued, “Well, Twill if you will,” “1 hate to do it, for fear tt might not come true,” “Maybe it “Wel you! W Anghaw, you promised.’ Mt sou" might at did you wish!” T daren't tell, now promise, aud you're got to." u't fair, 1 didn’t know what you Aso 1 wished that your wisi might feme trui Then it hannened.—New Orleans Item. Famine hie The Day’s Good Stories let me Klos | down by {ts owners, is story was told by Madame Fellx Lamb of No. 17 Rue Tiquetonne, Parts | Onto His Job. are telling this in don & Kansaa tral dent as sine, te the jar | ere in ¢ jot hard ¢ rear Puulmans In the last fullinan | | tie porter was 6 and, thinking (he Jersin was stopping at an unusual he went Jahead to nce avout the Ciffiewlty, He was to that within a couple of hours t ald be ack repaired, Bo he got busy | man shouted here fort” ra Copyright, 2010 and 1911, by Lttle, Brown & Mertrand patoa A out of one of the | t “Well, gait Saton, “I only went in for a joke. I'll try one of the others. There's @ wonderful lady in Oxford street somewhere, tell me, with vl SYNOVSIS OF PRLODING CHA Saton walked off, and entered boring tea shop. From there 1 to Violet, who @ few minutes appeared, Jown and have some tea," he I want to talk to Jmost time, isn't it repronehtully. “Never mind about that just now," he “You can guess a little how things are, Those questions tn the House up- set the Home Secretary, and I am quite inced that they have made up t ms at Bvotland Yard to go for w sure that you have been care- asked, Absolutely," she answered. “T have elects hin Ttochester ant hig | Not once, to Man or woman, pretended Hecame reeviciled {to tell thetr fortune, T tell them that the tie aasitas t whole thing ts a Joke; that 1 will lool Influence over © the crystal for them $f they wish ft, eotive visit nt in search or read their hands, but 1 do not pro- fess to tell their fortunes. What I gee T will tell them, Tt may Interest them wit may not. [f it does, I ask them sive me something a a present. Of I seo thet they @ways do that, But you are quite right, Bertrand. Ewery ne of our shows ts being watched, Pe- sides that fellow this afternoon T had CHAPTER XXXIV. (Continued) A Woman’s Tongue. 6c PLL," sald Violet, “of all] two detectives yesterday and a woman the fdiots I ever knew.) whom I am doubtful avout, who keeps Haven't [ told you thine! on coming.” . after time that this piace! 06 Weeks Jonger,”’ Baton remarked, is infested with detece} Ou oo — — tives? We get them here! every day or 60, trying to trap us, women as well as men, And yet youl walk ip as though the place belongpd | to you. The one thing they are so anxious to find ovt te who ja running this show.” “I was a fool to come, Violet,” Baton “and I am going at once, then, that he was @ de- ‘I am sure of {t,"" she answered. “I was sure of it from the moment he came in." 1 will go,” Baton #atd “Dis come to she asked, with @ momentary softening in her It mus another time,” he satd. ‘Twill not stop now, or that man below will Buspect Wher will our next evening be, Ber-| trand?’ sve Legged, following him to the door “Til wend you @ telegram," he an- perhaps, to-morrow.” | New irs quickly, On| nd «6 r he paused, | tghting | he apparent object of tte, His « travel up n the street. Looking into a shop] 1 few yards away was the man » had found with Violet slowly along ¢he paver vated him: “T beg your pardon,” he aaf@. “Please don't think me impertinent, but I am really curlous to know whether that young Woman was honest or not, She refused to read my tnd or look » 9 crysta ‘ because [ was @ man, Did at you in just he same way ‘Thq detective smiled "Yes!" he said. “She was very much aswered th ‘we had wree “A wreck? Wow! Ob-oh-ch-wow-wow! My peck! My cheat! My beck! Ob-ob-ob' Oity Tourn on her guard indeed. Declined to have “0, 1 eee. A bargaln-salll” anything to do with ma.’* egest black eves in London, Good day, | on at the office," arktown Doings “We took a twelve-mile sail t y. Got the Good DID T Ce Him? NONe he NEWER coulLO LEARN & Thing. “WHEMEVER he HAD ANYTHING THAT it wouldn't be better big piece of business she remarked. Baton frowned, “T Know It,” he answered. ‘Tt's « ce is! loop at reduced rat #' heaps Tuesday, August G 1, 1911. les! N\F! There's Sometonc AteT Seeing Someone Ese Fale Tat «PLEASES US - Yes— YES moeED, CLO man! Wine IT To me, WE'D FIGHT me - Ge ALAS: GIT LicMeO. UTrLe Foot, Wat na’ BuT L Must confess, Gerrs, Geen’ Tue Tt BEEN TWO Ch EER UP~ MeHt ay we That | DO Entoy UTHLE Prune Fale Smasved wim! hat mem went Ll MO FUL s Greatest Summer Novel of the Year It the biggest draws come. the whole, me mo at home,” hi the other places make such an amazing of course, Sti, Dorrington, m it's @ good income.” he ay?” , forte of i HE ‘was aorry but he hadn't ¢wenty-four cente-tn-chanoe.® Me™ wanton. V're going to give it all up?” remarked, By Joe Ryan! + Reflections of a @ # © © @ BACHELOR GIRL By Helen Rowland Corgright, 1911, ty The Pree Publishing Oo, (The New Yors Wert, MAN'S anger usually goes up in smoke, a womewe comes down in tears. Ayter all, the difference detween a aweetheart ond @ husband is merely the difference between an artist ond an artisan, LEN ROWLAND | If the woman of to-day insists on wearing her hair “scramble@” end | her braine “dreaded,” dt te because men like them that way; every women who ever made a fool of heraclf did it tn order to please gome man. From the way in which most men make love vou would fancy that the deity of love should have been the two faved Janus rather than the fair faced Venus. is 4 woman doran't really want to be worldly and wicked, She only-wante to SEEM to be worldly and wicked—in order to de attractive. WAtle the girl he ought to marry ts spending her days in the pureuit of virtue and wisdom the average man ts spending Me in the pureuit of some fufy little thing he ought NOT to marry. Blood ewttl tell—-and it's uaually your own blood relations. who give you away to the outside world, Barcaem ts a tico-edged tool with which we out our own throate while | we are cutting other people's vanity. {half to himseif, ‘Perhaps tt isn't worth) “Telephone aald y atill in her cha! Great hous | while, Perhaps ft would be Detter to] Tell Dorrington, or Muntley— ‘seconds she did not utter je near Blackbird’s close up no ever you see--that the affair mut Her lips were a@ little Raton nodded, nly thr weeks? Violet asked,| closed up—elther dropped or settled. T parted. The color seemed suddenly | "lle showed you the way te my cot. eagerly. “Hertrand, what are yo go-|risk is too great, My ether work drawn from her face, and her eyes je once there,” he reminded ; Ing to do then? What 1s going to be- | becom: more and more important narrowed, One realized then the per-| “Well, I'm iad I've told you, Viele. i come of me?" every T ought not to be mixed up| nicious effect of cosmetics. Mer black- |hope you understand exactly Row eauch Baton pa her on the hand. with this sort of thing ot all, Violet. ened eyebrows were painfully apparent. |'t means It's Rachae¥e doings, of “I will tell you @ Mttle later on,” he] “Why are you?’ she asked, The ttle patch of rouse was easily | Cou ‘and I daren't go egainet har,” | sald. “Hveryening will be arranced all] “Moaey,” he answered, "One must|discerntvlo against the pallor of her| "No, U euppose not," ahe anewerem, right. The only thing Tam wondering |have money. One can do nothing with | powdered skin. She was suddenly ugly, | They parted in the street, @aten in eciathva gut money, It Isn't Chat you or any Of! Saton, looking at her, was amaaed that | t4xlmeter and drove off, Violet mr slowly down Bond street, As ghe the corner ot Plow atily ehe wae gud: denly aware that the man ited her that afternoon vee, wating h from the other ea {hesitated for @ m ver have brought himeelf to bial marked, "I hadn't eS want to marry dangerous ploce of business, too, It's Baton nodded, i blackmad!, pure and simple. I wonder “It dan't that I want to,"* he dectared, . by } Huntley dare tackle it, It might mean only, @4& you know, I mi have| “You ere a detec TRESS } five years’ penal servitude for him." Teached | Oliva, Ahen® |money. T can't marry you without it, | she waked Phe + meine Gar L | "He'd, give you away before he went How ‘are you Fe ‘not the {C48 1, Violet? We should only be mis- | hand, to penal servitude,” Violet remarked, | #he asked curiously, i. Fig erable, You understand that?’ Ile smtled. “You may muke yourself jolly sure of Mit of roan need tor a moment. After| “Yes I understand!” ghe answered, “You are a very clever young tagy,” i at. mon answered th ‘ was turning one of her ri he remarked, ; Saton passed his hand across hie fore- | all, perhaps It would pay fim pat 08 oking down at her hands with “I don't want any "me 4 new!" he sald. “How etuffy this | would te! uth. she were ¢ =e >tet.”* his afternoon hopl eateh Violet, I wish you'd go round | sarecable about jt, he could always i Violet.” he aatd, ping ry ‘me 1 can't | (tipping or are you engaged ‘larger viastiey Gad ini ie Mens Gt anneal, he had been Joltng oot M60 T ona’ | et altowe . me he gets a big ntage on the returns, he will tell you hs “In @ larger quest,” he "1 { nd that makes him anxious to squecse It doo not 4 anewored. | want some information, and if you ean every one, But I don't want any risks deh di Las ; " give it me I can promise that you will We're noarly out of the woud. I don't is \ampneyes,” Baton | be remarkably well paid. |wantgo be trapped now. And I've an to me, and a ward of @ Mr. Henry | “uAnd the information” she asked. Jenemy, too, 1 fancy that most of this ng to put up| Rochester, who has been my enemy all) «t'want' he eald slowly te Jactivity at Scotiand Yard and there-| with 4 good deal of misunderstanding, | aon 1 ob Ret Dellgves WRC N88) to sonnest the young maa whe aoe abouts 1a 3 due to htm." Tam going to ask you to break off] stirred up etevtives 10 KP | and pretended to be a stranger, ond whe “I go,” she sald, drawing on her] our engage t. Tam going to marry | watehing us hax Just been having tea with ove al! I telephone to yout” young lady who has ® great deal of| “Henry Rochester,” aha repented. you--I Oe aded silat Lee | ‘Yes, Lorem the name! Ho lives | (mean Mr. Bertrand saton—I want to nnect him with your establishment, 4nd also with @ little office where some very strange business has Deen ¢rans- acted during the last few months, You now where I mean. What do Shall we have « tug?’ wer ihe walked by his alde along Picca- iy, “We may as well," she sald, “We'l 0 into the Cafe Royal and sit down (To Be Continued.) “Four Weeks ef ©. Henry stertes;’* beginning in mest Mendey’s Svening Werld, The Hay Fever Goggles, HAY fever victim who hes found A relief im wearing eutomodile woggles—and thue protecting his eyes from flying pollen—guegests that {f thia precaution was @gnerally taken at the approach of the annual attack, @ good deal of diacomfort might be avoided, It has been believed that the intense inflammation of the eyes— Itke that of the throat—whieh usually goes with hay fever—te the reault of the nasal disturbance gather than the osuse of It it there fe medical au- thority for another theory—~that the trouble with eyes ta the direct result of the irritating pollen, and that tears, passing through the tear-duets, carry | the trouble on to the throst, Gogsies will not cure hay fever, Dut {f this theory js correct, they will preveast some irritation of the eyes and theeat, “™ When you offered the life saver a quartes:for rescuing you, what did| and te that extent lessen the diesem the melady.—Youth's Cum atecetie nem trtehaeneinteet | Loam Noeene ve wee eee Ss cae ne