The evening world. Newspaper, August 5, 1911, Page 9

Hetto dime! | Now UGE0 To PLAY ViTH wren ‘Ye Oorveieht. 1019 and 1911, by Little, Brows & Os, RYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERA Bertrand Gaton has been befriended in oa er days hy @ cynical Englishman named Rochester. C r Raton, meote Lote Charapeners, Rorhester @ is loved by Cart. heereelt oddiy attracted to Seton, This ansoys Rochester, who vaguely dislikes Baton, Rochester's increase when Pauline Marrabel, @ iow whom he himerlf admires, ta also to Rertrand, Saton a a student of oc te ame,” whe runs @ Sytadios.” ‘Violet, the gift in charge af ane of thewe places, ts in love with Bertrand, A bieck- tall scheme is 8 aide feeture of the business Rochester remonstrates in vain with Paaline for Wiring Seton's companionship so much, ther comes to on open clash with Beton on the subject Seton shoots and dangerously wounds Rocbrster, Lola slone knows he committe! the crime, Saton 'rivs) to convince her that bis crime was excusable ond ty a port of hypmotiam succeeds, Rochester ortary to leare Lois and Peniine alone tn the of the Duchees of Ampthill, who ts deeply tntersst- 4 in Baton, Baton, at the Duchess’s requen, tries paychle experiments on Paulive, tm 8 hypnotic state, describes the attempted mur- Ger of Rochester by Baton. Saton, @ few da later, avows his love for i’aviine, She rejects mm. Seton 12 warned that the police are watching nis fortuve telling establishment, He decides to taarry finds hie strange influence over ber 1 Meantime a detective visits one of the catabiishments search of on telling everything, Rochester confront EPILOGUE. The Man. BOUT half-way up, where the sleighs stopped, Lady Mary gave in. Pauline and Roches- ter went forward on foot, and with @ guide In front. Below them wes a wonderful unseen world. unseen except when the snow for @ mo- Ment ceased to fall, and they caught vague, awe-inspiring glimpses of ra- vines and precipices, tree-clad gorge: reaching down a dizzy height to the| valley below. Above them was a plateau, black with pine trees. Higher still, the invisible mountain tops. “Tr is only a few hundred yards further.” Rochester said, holding his) companion by the arm. “What a coun- try, though! I wonder if It ever stops snowing.” “It is wonderful!" she murmured. “Wonderful And then, as though In some etrange relation to his wonts, the storm of whirling snowflakes suddenly ceased. ‘The thin veil ossed away from overhead Uke gossamer. ‘They saw a clear sky. | They sew even the gleam of reflected sunshine, and as the mist lifted the country above and beyond unrolled Itself in one grand and splendid transforma. tlon scene; woods above woods; snow- clad peaks, all glittering with their burden of icicles and snow; and above, | & white chaos, where the mountain peak struck the clouds. ‘They paused for a moment, breathless. “It {s Mke Naudheim himself,” she de- Clared, “This is the land he spoke of. This is the place to which he climbed. It 1s wonderful!” “Come,” Rochester said. “We must be up before the darkness.” Slowly they made their way along the mountain road, which their guide in front was doing all he couid to make smooth for them, And then at the corner they found a log hut, to which *heir guide pointed triumphantly, “It {s there!” he exclaimed—"there where they live, the two madmen, Be- a, y is the village of the wood- nodded. They struggled a few steps forward, and then paused to look with wonder at the scene be- low. The one log cabin before which they were now standing had been built wlone. Barely a hundred yards away, across the ravine, were twenty or thirty similar ones, from the roofs of which the smoke went curling upward, — It seemed for a moment as though they had climbed above the world of noises climbed into the land of eternal stlence, Before they had had time, however, to frame the thought, they heard the crash- ing of timber across the ravine, and @ great tree fel inward, A sound like distant thunder rose and swelled at every moment. “It is the machinery,” their guide told them. ‘The trees fall and are stripped of the boughs. Then they go down th ravine there, and along the silde all the way tc the river, See them all the way, Mke @ great worm. Day on¢ night, month by month—there ts never 2 min- ute when @ tree does not fall." Again they heard the crashing, and anol tree fell. They heard the rum- ble of the slide in the forest, The po- culiar scent of fresh sap seemed like perfume in the air, Then suddenly the snow began to fall again. They could net see across the ravine. The guide knocked at the door and opened it. Roohester and Paulin Dagees in, weet uP vita Vine A BON? Wi ‘There was something almost famitar @bout the Httle scene. It wae, in meny Fempects, eo entirely as she had alweys imegined it. Neudhelm, coatieas, sol- larless, with open waisteoat, twisted braces, and unkempt hair, wae otriding up and down the room, banging his hands against hie ede, dictating to the younger man who est before the rude Dine table. “So we arrive,” they heard bie bareh, eager tones, “eo we arrive at the evo lution of that consciousness which may Justly be termed eternal—the consaious- Ress which has become subject to these primary and irresistible laws, the un- dervtanding of which has baffled for so many ages the students of every coun- try. So we come"—— Naudheim broke off in the middle of MN. AMT IT GReaT, ’ his sentence. A rush of cold alr had swept into the room. He thrust forward an angry, inquiring countenancee tow- ant the visitors. The young man sprena to his feet. “Paulin he exclaimed. He recognized Roohester, and stepped back with a momentary touch of bis old passionate repugnance, not un- mixed with fear. He recovered himself, however, almost immediately. Rochester gazed at ‘him in amazement. It would have been hard, indeed, to have recog- nized the Bertrand Saton of old daya in the robust and bearded man who stood there now with his eyes fixed upon Pauline. His oheeks were weather. beaten but brown with health. He wore &@ short, unkempt deard, a nel shirt with collar but no tle, tweed clothes, man's friends go around pitying him, BACHELOR GIRL By Helen Rowland Coprright, 1911, by The Prew Hybiishiag Co, (The New York World) M« women would rather be cute and eweet & Fe.tow Tuat Wal HA! Te which might indeed have come, at one time or another, from Saville Row, but were now spent with age, end worn out of all shape. Pauline's heart leaped with joy. Her were wet. It had been worth while, He had found salvation. ‘We hadn't the least tht to come, of course,” she began, recognising that speech alone could dissolve that strange nve and discomposure which seemed to have fallen upon all of them, “Mr, Rochester and Lady Mary and I a going to St. :.orltz, and I persuaded them to ai over here and see whether We couldn't rout you out. What ® won- derful place!” she exclaimed. “It ls @ wonderful place, madam!” Naudhelm exclaimed glowering at them with darkening fa “It is wonderful because we are many thousands of feet up from that rotten, stinking little life, that cauldron of souls, into which my young friend here had very nearly pitched his own little offering.” “It was we who sent bim to you,” Pauline said gently. “go long as you have not come to fetch him away,” Naudhelm muttered. Pauline shook her bei “We have come,” ehe sald, “because we care for him, beca we were anx- fous to know whether he had come to his own. We will go away the moment you send ui “You will Rave some tea,” pe than “equal.” The moral responsibilty which a man feels for hie WIFE is something astonishing. But—oh, well, SOMB- BODY'S got to be good! ROWLAND At a weauing all the girl's friends go about envying her, and ait the When a woman flings anything at a man, from chinaware to sarcasm, 4t doesn't hit his conscience, but hia vanity. After a few years of marriage you may faint or weep until you are blue in the face without stirring a husdand beyond the point of fetching you o glass of water and @ nerve powder. In order to be a genuine, bona-fde cynic, a man must just have learned to ehave, have known one chorus girl, and have been turned down by @ widow. Blind faith ts the benzoate of soda in which most wives try to preserve their love for their husbands. Prostrate yourself at a man's feet {f you like, but don't tread on them! Darktown Doings. “1 n't believe In paying something for nothing.” cWell, you came, mighty near doing it wheniyou bought sult " é -_ \ that bathing f *| back. Don't make it harder.” —— LAW, dime) il Fun WE Wee 7 Have! You REMEMSER he a Noun sent Wy eee. a Nye ae WE STvcw IH UL Fine 2 Fano one: bet CRAVILED VHOER — KNOT-HOLE: 14 Twe, FLLO@R To LeT You|| S' tent to watch him. They drank tea out of thick ohina cups, but over their con versation there was always @ certalr faudheim jistened and watch ed, like @ mother Jealous of stranger who might rob her of her young. Afte: tea, however, he disappeared from th room for a few moments, and Roches ter walked toward the window. ery g00d of you to come, Saton said. "I shall work Gl the better for this little glimpse of you.” she asked softly. He shook his head. “Why should {t? One passes from field to field, and our lives are not lons enough, nor our brains great enough to reach the place where we may ca! rh you mean,” ahe asked, “that you will lve here all y@ur day: “Why not?" he answered. “I have tried other things, ana you know what they made of me. I be suffering 4 just penance.” ‘But you are young,’ “The she murmured are things in the world worth having. There is a iife there worth living. Solitude such ae this is the atest panacea the world could offer for all you have been through. But it is not meant to last. We want you | e begged. “Don't, Pauline. I am living my punishment here, and I have borne it without once looking “I do not wish to make {t harder.” !ehe declared, “and yet 1 meant what 1 said. It te not right that you should spend all your days here. It is not right for your own sake, it is not right” She held cut her bands to him sud- ly. “It 1a not right for mine,” she whis- pered. J Rochester stepped outside. Again the snow had ce: In the forest he could hear the whirl of machinery and the crushing of the falling timber. He stood for @ moment with clinched hands, vith unseeing eyes, with ears in which was ringing till the memory of that low, passionate cry. And then the fit passed. He looked down to the little half way house where he had left his wite, He fancied he could see some one waving @ white handkerchief from the platform of pine logs. It was all so right, after all, ac right and natural. He began to descend alone. | Saton brought her dows about an! hour later. Their faces told all that| there was to | “iertrand 1a going to stay here tov another year,” Pauline sid, answerin: Lady Mary's unspoken quesiion, “I first part of his work with will be finished then, and w will héve earned a vacation,’ Sator held out his hands to Ror yeater “Mr, Rochester,” he said, “I have never asked you to forgive me for all the hard things I have said and thought of you, for my ingratitude, aud--for other tings. “Don't speak of them," Rochester in- terrupted ‘I won't,” udhelin think he) Saton continued quickly. “IT can't. That chapter of my life is buried. T cannot bear to think of tt even now. I cannot bear to come tn contact with anything which reminds me of It" Rochester took his hand and grasped ft heartily, “Don't be morbid about it,” he sald The Evening World Daily Magazine, Satu rday, August 5, Te bald THING T YOU, DIO we — WASNT Ther HAPPY OLD DAYS? orricee? INE QUST GEEN ROBBED Co OFFICER! WELL, You WAIT TILK t REPORT YOU wo Hear? Lovers Asunder. Copyright, 1911, by The Prove Publishing Cay By Roy L. McCardell. (The 8 New York World), | rt I'm so neryous!" cried Mudridge. “Bvery man should have at least two = chances in life, You had your first, and Mise Mudridse hed en: op ft wag a rank fallure, ‘That was because $ you had unnatural help, and bad ad- | vice. The second time, I am glad to se that you have succeeded You have ariments done this on your own. You have hours were proeed that the real man ts the present ping on apa man." still he had Saton drew Paullne toward him with i eume | @ gesture which was almost reveren The impression! "I think Pauline knows," he sald. that Mp alice! ‘hope 80." at Mr. $1 in the morning their sleten| 4; A Was at Gus's place rattled off. Saton stood outside the cor-| / 5 b the curner wit tage, waving his hand, Naudieim was by| “fyMe os Jarre had bee his arm resting gently upon ff, firmed when the young man's shoulder, A fine snow RoY L Master Willie faiting around them. The alr w clean MSCARDELL Jarr, aptly arrayed and pure—the alr of Heavy ie ne Bi nuke uit . he |There way no sound to the deep! sent out to the corner, oste hes (nage Et ea ney SielBhe lig thet stand for lemons. the falling ¢. Gus's to loo« in under the swinging a Ro- | hale doors and e if papa had stopoed In there on his way home Master Payline smiled through her tears. | Willie, returning with the lemons, re. “Bertrand jan't such a very bad pupil.” j Port d that he “scen papa’s legs and Mr Silver's.” ‘How did u know they were Mr ve! a nbs, deare?” asne vic “Four Weeks of 0. ' teste bi beginning in next Mo: aus a fee so big ne v The tast tramps on the replied t dear child A 2 ereatest ely Miss Mud “ 4 4 them, ously taken @ @ out of b © | HIS RECORD, Viecee ar a | “Have a drink Jsomething like “Il see you are a atranger T's | Mudridge. | against the law to drink on @ train in| you, Jack Sliver this State.” | “YOU'D better walt, too," suggested “Have a cigarette then?’ \ Mra. Jarr. ‘Thanks, we are just in time for cigarette. You can't smoke ‘em in the next State we cross,""—Courler-Journal, Miss Mudridge guiped and resolved to Phen, py dint of calling down the dumb walter shaft, the ladies got in com- LLY i'm READY wen. B @\ Even You bre! and he was wanted at o ment a bad nay In Silhouettev lle, | “Why do you suppose the \iae runs out?” “Maybe it catches sight of some of these new bathing suits,” YES ALE ~ Yes yes Them Was THe Mr. Jarr Gets the Blame of Keeping Two Ardent Just Listen to the Sad Story! munication with the janitors wife. "And tf that Gus says he won't take “Would your husband go to Gus's for |the message to your husband you tell us?" asked Mra. Jarr, im Vil have tim tndicted If he don't | “He's gone for bis own self,” said the ep my hurband out of his 6id place!” Janttor’s wife, In due time the sent for janitor re- Here was a poser And, finally, Mise rned with th information that Gus Mudridge sent down a quarter on the} presented his compliments and sald tt u r to the janitor's wife, for] Mrs, Jarr would keep her husband out » she was asked to « jus's ‘oO }of his place he, Gus, would thank her, tell her husband to t shus-|as Me Jarr was ’'ving his establish. “he = 4 ® Cuthbert! Ey Clarence L. Cullen | Copyright, 1911, by The Preve Publishing Ga, | (The New York World), “ OUTH Must be Served’—put ve the Oldster tempers his Fun with Patiencel ‘ If you're Plot. , ting Revenge, first’ Get Buen with yourself for your own Mis deeds! Don't Forget the Man who Helps you Cross # Shaky Bridge! Most of us are Calculating on De- veloping “A Low & Contrite when we Get to be about 107 Years of Age! Another Brand of the Simple Stuf? ts to Expect to Cash in on Promises! We Never Have a Bit of Bothe Placing the Man who Talks about His “Infertoral” Fact that there may be in Doing a Good Turn need not Deter You from Doing Itt They've Harnessed the Falls of Niag- but thesfve Neve Succeeded tn Chaining the Force of Habit! ‘There's a Heap of Difference between Coasting for Fun and Hitting the Tobog! One Way to Possess Proper Sentiment | without Being Sheepish about it is Not }to Gab about it! | — : Time, great Heeler, is also a great Nullifier! None of ua Can Becape deing Talked About, but we CAN Contrive not to Care a Durni The True Bellever in the Dictum that it 1s More Bleased to Give than to Re- ceive io the Man who Imagines @hat the World owes him a Living! We Feel that it Never te Going to be Possible for us to be any Better than we Ought to Be-and somehow the ‘Thought doesn’t Make us Feel dad and Sweet, elther! “Ob, dear! I know some terrivie trag- edy will be the result of thie awful evening!" moaned Mise Mudridge, “My poo darling! Perhaps be will be drugged! Perh: inst bie willl’ But her poor darting arrived « halt minute tat with no evidence of ept- ales vor having been force, In fact, Mr, Jack Sti usual calm, quiet debonaire self, But somebody had detained Mr, Jarr— somebody had drugged HIM. For he was brought in supported on bis feet by Mr, Silver, and evidently be dia not recognize anybody present, Mrs, Jarr shook him and advised him |to retire, giving the engaged couple « hance for mutual endearments, But Mr, Jarr murmured something about saving @ pal, and sat down upon the sofa and glared glassily at nothing. | “Poor Mr. Jarr has been overcome by |the heat,” sald Miss Mudridge sweetly |"‘Just let nim be, Mrs Jarre, We don't mind him tn the least, do we Petsy? Mr, Silver was Petsy evidently, for he answered that the pres of Mr, Jarr did not embarrass him @ bit “We were just discussing the -wed- }ding, Mr. Silver,” said Mra. Jarr, turn- jing her scowl as she gazed at Mr, Jarr |into @ mile as vbe looked at Mr, Sik ver, “Of course you'lh want the {ull | “Sure; Jarr’s to be there,” Silver, | wel, ers, but said Mr, ye) married Men can act as usn- he SHALL NOT go to any rephed Mis, Jarr, your ance se the Smith sent op to bachelor’s dinner, let Suppose wo wedding dre show us, on ordered, Clara?” Miss Mudridg room with MM sample trousseau, | Mr. Silver shook Mx, Jarr roughly oy, the shoulder, ‘Quick, now! Wakeup! Help me te escape!” he cried, biusned, but eft the Jarre to br'og im the a snwel OO a ee RES | OT TT SY SE ig