The evening world. Newspaper, August 7, 1911, Page 11

incl i A August 7, COMODHNGOHOSH® ig Stories ce - 'No, 1 of a Series of the er and Best Stories by America’s Cleverest Short Story Writer Prietor, his wares, a stove the size of A vinegar crust, and one customer, | Joe wan not of the nation that keeps us forever in @ furore with fugues and | fruit, He was @ capable American | YSCR youth who was laytng by money, and | wanted Daisy to help him spend tt. I got money saved up, Daisy" was | Be his love song; “and you know how bad 7) he Romance of a New York 1 want YoU That wtore of mine ain't | ‘ n't 12 would be the @ of the unphilorophical one, Girl Whose Heart Was [ici ion cient mores bers trying to get you to sublet part of your | Cc Fy da’ h t r floor space to them for next year.” upids Thermomete Daisy passed Joo'a corner every | morning and eventns “Hello, Two-by-Four!” was her uaual (Copyright, 1610, by Doubleday, Page & Co.) kreoting. ‘Seems to me your etore 100 F you are a philosopher you can do this thing; you can go to the top|emptier, You must have sold ® pack- of a high building, ook down ‘pon your fellow-men 300 feet below, | *€° of © oe gum." 4nd despise them as insects, n't much room In here, mre, would answer, with his slow grin, Like the irresponsible black waterbugs on summer ponds, they| Cont for you, Daise, Ma and the store | crawl and circle and hustle about idloticaily without aim or purpose. | are waitin’ for you whenever you'll take | ¥ 40 not even move with the admirable intelligence of ants, for ants always| us. Don't you thin’ you might detore | when they are going home, The ant 1s of a lowly station, but he will | long?” Teach home end get his elippers on while you are left at your slevated | “Store'’—a fine scorn was expressed | i on, by Daisy's uptilted nose ine pox! | Man, then, to the housetopped phitosopher, appears to be but a oreeping, | Waitin’ for me, you say? Gee! you'd | n have to throw out about a hundred temptible beetle. Brokers, poets, militonaires, bootblacks, beauties, ‘od-| sounds of candy before 1 could get in-| hy the firat beacon Aghts of the winter Inttuda, Tt takes thirty<dix years for Afternoon. And then the bay and rea|the light of one of them to reach the fo the wouth and east vanishing my@-learth. With an elehteen-foot telescope terlously into the #ky. We can eee 42,000,009 atara, including T don't ike it" declared Datsy, with |thoss of the thirteenth magnitude, blue eves. “Say we go down.” Hight takes 2.709 years to reach Hot the philosopher was not to be ach of these wtars’—=» denied his opportunity. He would let u're iyin’,” erted Daley, angrily, her behold the grandeur of his mind, | “You're tryin’ to scare me. And you, the halt-Nelson he had on the infinite, | nave; I want to go down!” * and the memory he had for atatiaticn.| She stamped her foot And then she would nevermore be co: “Arcturus"—began the philosopher, a4 ue = at the small-| soothingly, but he was int rrupted by b ork. @ demonstration out of the valtness of And eo he bewan to prate of the! the nature that he was endeavoring to fmalinesa of human affatra, and how mem: that even ao alight @ removal from earth | Putney ,with Mle memory inatead of made fin and his works took tke the | Ue near tenth part of a dollar thrice computed, And that one should consider the , the heart-expounder of natere "were wet In the firmament ex- jore and politiclans become little black specks Aodging bigger black specks! side of It, Joe. teal System Gna Phe thadiee ee ta give soft ttgh ira wath streets no wider than your thumb, “[ wouldn't mind an even swap Ike| Epictetus and be comforted. dering ‘happily beneath them; and ff From this high view the city Itself becomes degraded to an unintelligible | that,” sald Joe, complimentary. You don’t carry me with yon," aa | Od #And tiptoe some September night of distorted buildings and impossible perspectives; the revered ocean is a| Daisy's existence was limited in every Datsy Say, I think {t's awful to be} With your sweetheart on your arm you s be- way. She had to walk sidew up so high that folks look Ike f ean almost touch them with your hand, ‘Three years for ¢helr light ta reach us, luck pond; the earth itself a lost golf; the end of them to represent the in-| Rav. Te LAG to Walk Side | saw might have ail, “All the minutiae of life are gone. | variable musings of doop thinkers on | tho<eandy store. In her own hall bed. | wa might as weil | indeed! e philosopher gazes into tue infinite | high places. And when the philosopher | ooo yinaag had heen carried close to Bay, I'm afraid up| Out of the west reaped a meteor, , and allows his soul | takes tho elevator down his mind is Influence of his new | DFoader, his heart fs at peace, and his “é ception of the cosmogony of crea- He feels that he 19 the heir to | Concent sat . ternity and the child of Time. Space, j ion is as wide as the buckle of Orion's cohesiveness. The walls were #0 near| to one ther that the paper on them made a perfect Babel of n She could light the gas w' lighting the roof of the skyscraper ittosopiiee ainitud #atidddidy: most to midday. ite fiery parabola marti” matd he, “ia itaelt onty Was Umned againat the wky toward the nof wheat in apace. Look up| eat. Ue 1 na Mt want, and Daley 7 t hie | 7ummer belt. nd close the door with the other with- screamed, im arial ge nee ie ths ae the ft your name happened to be| out taking her even off the reflecHon 1 valay gazed upward apprehenstvely, | “Take me down," she eried vehement- nmortal heritage, and he lis at the you worked in an Eighth! noe brown pompadour in the mirror. WON short day was spent and the stars |!¥, “you—you mental arithmeti ought that some day ‘his kind shall | avenue candy store and lived in a little | Ler Prawn pombadour in the gplcror, | ji; y i \ Werk conlihie OUL EmOe Davstor got her to the elevator, ant @ mysterious aerial roads | cold hall bedroom, five feet by eight, | 6h jut Jone Diciure in 8 wilt trame OT ( ‘ Ht AY Yonder ptar.” sald Debster, ‘is |inaide of It. Ghe wae. wild-eyed, and ; tween planet and plane! Jand earned % per week, and ate ten-| prety grunt ee: Venus, the evening star, She le 6. /#he shuddered when the express made The world beneath hie gaat pon | Bric this towering structure of ateel | t# as a speck of dust upon a Hima- | cent inches and were ninetean veare d, and got up at 6,9) and worked till and never had studied philosophy, funny iictie # 10.000 miles fram the win ? box to the corn and away wo! her sentiment in inw d with a briet | Outside the revolving door of the ak: “where do you think T Fi lost her. 81 the phtlosepher Mayan mountain—it 1s but one of a count. | Maybe things wouldn't look that WHY | A” ireeze of lat . fits] od; and he sto vildered, jess number of such whirling atoms. |t® sou isthe ind pod ia! hetaen gt ret Daisy's other suitor followed Joe by Tha a ticket | Without figures or statistics to ald him. ‘What are the ambitions, the achiev siileae pnt 1 On wan 7 an eral months. He to board in > would make y A proportionate Fran that's only| Joe had a lull in trade, and by equirm- ments, the paltry conquests and loves | UnPhilosophica’ ve In NewYork, | the house where she tiv His name CAME, as if hi rchistan were] three thousand miles, ing among his stock su fed in Hight. Mt those reatiesn black insects below | XePt the smallest store in New York. | was Dabster, and he was a philosopher ed-upon at yas large as the r smiled indulgently. |1ng @ cigarette and getting one coll OW It was about the ize of a tool-box of dah SOumE,. at Peompared with the serene and awful the p, P. W., and was stuck like a] NOUsn young, att immensity of the universe that Mes |swatiow'a neat against a corner of a| UPOD him like continental labels on a above and arownd she!r insignificant) downtown skyscraper. Its stock con- United A METEOR j tatne » Rocky Moun eof Ontarlo and nments ste out he matd, “ta 91,000,000 }foot against the attenuated stove There are eighteen | ‘The door was burst open, and Datay. itude that are|laughing, crying, scattering fruit and Vassale (N, J.) sul first om it Knowled, e had kid 0 before Joe's booth. Dabster wore a aue| said Jo! toer from us than the tumbled Into his arms Peity? Jaisted of fruit. candies, newspapers, | oy clon, ites and Handbooke Ot veal well, Daisy was a woman, and) al shelmer f them should be extin-| “Oh, Joe, I've been up on the sky- [Tt ts guaranteed that the philosopher | song books, cigarettes, and lemonade in| information; but as for Wisdom, when ho chance to get back In) ures, a Ww many Ae e woul be eee? Ain't It cory and warm an+ { Swill have these thoughts, They have| season. When stern winter shook his| sie passed he was iett snitilng In the had seen it. A stick of | pounds do you think a[we would see ts light go ow homelike in here! I'm ready for you, sheen expressly compiled from the phi!-|congealed locks ana Joe had to move] yoaq without so much as the number vewing & t! jackass pped brayin’ | are six thousand stars of the aixth mag-|Joe, whenever you want me.” wsophies of the world and set down ‘himself and the fruit inside, there was) o¢ ner motor car. " | of the ¢ sup long enough to keep still a minute and weir pcs Nt Md AL iM owith the proper interrogation point at exactly room in the store for the pro-} © pre could and would tell you ahh pro , portion of water and muscle-making ‘aper. T guess it must be awful nice} pet so she could ywnat the black properties of peas and veal, the shortest verse in the Bible, the number of pounds Fairy Tales ° ' 2 the. name of Mr, and funny up there, | dots moving in the street below, * “I'm!” said Joe asked, trem (@} r e alr ? BOC OnD eal Sots The panorama, Mr. Dabster, man, the length of the Hoosac Tunnel, ‘ ‘ahi 3 by rough the open side of his store. d not pale or falter at s! "Mr, Dabster's t | flve-wighthy ght of the hat.| A few minutes later Daisy and Mr. | take me on! Dabster stepped from an elevator to top of the ty 0 observe the view,” | the t of the skyseraper. ‘Then sald Dalsy, after she had introduced her |up a short, steep stairway and out upon admirers, "Lf never was on a sky-| the roof, Dabs Jed her to the para —Notes That— Crossed In the Mail — By Alma Woodward— @ nails required to fasten ver been on a height ia the best time to set a hen, the ealary from the top of . this “ matenttics sauaaniva Annual rainfall at Fort Snelling, Minn yt only sublime, b And then Dahster must needa play * By Helen Rowland aay cob olen crane he would transfix with his fork fie Prikl has a decided] the philoxopher on the tower, 4 A con Copyrig't, 1911, by The Prese Publishing Oo, (The Now Zork World), | peaaeamaasanaenamaaaanaanaaaaananaasanaaaaaamone 0 a Pa, | amber of bs best plece of chicken on the dish 6 | pleasure in store her.” | duct her soul forth to most the tmmen | 101, by The c ori") nace, Pa. and the number of bones In! so wore trying to rally auficiently tol it's windy up there, too, aa well as| (From Mr. Percival Smith) Then the vive wash tratted in a wo! Copyright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). ia of . aak him weakiy. why does ’@ ten. cross|} sak Joo. “Are you dreused| “B monty, “Hee he Ei E purple ink on Hathaway's desk and NOE h 0 iis wes Jearning was no han-| tie road G | warm enough, Daise lwhat ven at tie small! to the Editor of the Eveq|aimoat reduced the brotier to tears 4 NCE upon a time there was a woman whore) gican to Dabster ft | 4 b hobby was the Selfishness of Man. the apriga of parsley with w Thus, b armed, and further! thing! I'm all ined maid elevatie f at mere oF awling ning Planet ) rag te bean ner stuff is punk if is 5 h ee OF 1 pot) ‘equipped. slyly at his clouded) irae to and fro at random. j ¢ - couldn’ use it in @ million She had the “mere” ser down to a thin pistes a pete Chiara ist Hike a mummy in} "Oh, anything Rea fs FAR BILL: I'm sending @ Mim | years! edge and could enumerate their ehortcomings bockward| that to be your taste. And a Bh a DICE meaauth Gr anaiienliniete? FE mOUas COR Tees D White to you. She thinks ahe| Say, Jerry, {f you ever wish anything with her eyes shut. used them as by ee in Your store looks awful ov can Write-t haven't the slightest {Mke that on me again é'll be ail up be- S If you mentioned a bachelor in her presence she| ®t tho boarding-house. | | stocke sald Da tor, |idea whether she can or not, but her | tween Gq forever and aye! Yours, ; HELEN “f hy “th «| Firing at you a volley of figures con- | Daisy gi at her favorite Joke; reat of brother le & good friend of mine, eo I BILL j ROWLAND always wanted to know why “the mean old thing") corning the weight of a lineal foot of rday about four] and Joe had to smile with her Mko an orderly array of toys far below: [thought you might be able to éo some- (From Miss White to H. 4 hadn't married ; and if you spoke of a married man, she invariably inquired | bar tron ches, and the average lo‘clock, Daisy and Mr. Dabster stopped! “Your quarters are somewhat Mm-! starred hero and there, early as It w Rhine 260 NOR 1s e fo fer what poor woman was slaving her life out for him. — — It you find aho's tmporsinie tet ner] Cham, Mildred. Sanz. | She declared that marriage was a hitching post where a man erpected arn fe Ho AH ey as yom oan, because one's Day.) | 4 sweet Iittle thing, a home girl, and a i : to tie a woman until he got ready to go home nights; and that an old e e Ps ; i . ° Py P Fy B K Bryans | ive. ‘Thanking you in advance, et - ; bachelor was a bundle of selfishness, wrapped up in egotism and tied with § Thon bikes tte Sa Sy. Mm ya ye ys MA . . | JING MILDRED: T had such @ atring of prejudices ul e r a e 1 Ss ‘cial 9 ad ~— a - —— | TERRY. | @n exciting time the other day 5 (From the Editor of the Eve- Mr, Smith,that friend of Robert's, you know, sent me down with a fetter ning Planet to Mr, Perci-\ot introduction to the Batter of the A RARARARA It AR NY Rene RR en At least, that was the way she talked until a particularly Ukely looking ew ene > Eligible appeared upon the scene; and then she got 8o busy working over- time on her hair and banting to keep her waistline down to the low mas- is Evening Planet. culine ideal, that she had no time to theorize. a= \ ~~ — ar the eoorocnn. eye sscated 0 dent of Seats tad AU her spare moments were spent in keeping the parlor bright and D ind er¥ei" Pours 6éFeRIAIy, eakaa 1K Wut_X BAGH. Jenkaared ene shining and in devising ways and means of luring the fly into it. |had on that ecrumptious new lngerte When the Eligible called she catered to his “brute nature” by feeding It's bad enough to sick some one on kOWn and tho baby hat with the gale him concoctions from the chafing dish while she talked inspiringiy of the om you suspect of being able to| blue bow Moher mission of woman and of a man's need for a sweet, home influence. write—but an amateur—great guns! And, my dear, I wish you could have When he didn’? call she usually managed to get him over the tele- Bay, don't you know IT have enough | seen the sensation I made. Way, the trouble just holding down my Job to| minute I entered the big room an eudi- phone and to round him up by 9 o'clock, She never let him forget how lest me for the rest of my natural life| ble murmur of admiration went around “lonely” he was. without having to interview a lot of fe- | and they did nothing but etare all the males who think they're golng to have | time I was there! ) With a pink tea gent, trimmed | And the editor t# a aartin It was a hard pull, but in time the mental suggestion worked, and the| Eligible got the impression that what he needed to make him happy was a} handeome in ‘ 1 and apats! as the dickens—and charmin woman's sweet, unselfish devotion. So he swallowed the “don't” lump in his | 1 te down in a Incy,, Of course I didn't have just the stuff throat, and offered to provide her with a home and an income for life, her | to with a baby blue | he was looking for at the moment, but clothes, board and matinee tickets, five out of six of the chiffonier drawers, «ll the room in the closet, a cook, and most of his time and all his thoughts; also to give up his clubs, his bachelor cronies and hig pet habits and furnish | her with “Mrs.” on her calling cards. } r a wh bonnet |I'm going to write some right away! t ed ike the Kind [used to buy| Oh, [ almost forgot to tell you that y it travelled in go-\one of the men down there got ink on { sash, and the ribbon cost a dollar | The # outside piped the bonnet a yard toobut {t was worth ft. It” This was very little, of course, in return for her LOVE. But the! jand in f t w as many sensation, believe me! With woman acrepted without hesitation and made o burnt offering of herself A | r ated to the DORs. ( on the altar of matrimony. B A - otic seeiiiciasiohe 2. Eee But she always maintained that he was “worth the SACRIFICE.” se i pitas: POSSIBLE REASON. OPEN QUESTION, MORAL—A woman MAY be unselfish to marry for love but a man i \ 1 ng gardens of Babylon] “Tow long can @ man go without BURT be Ww Nd the ie t them so high?" 1 can't say, The longest Pullman ALSO » boast of thei rac-sense,” but a horse hasn't sense “How does my fiance strike you, father?” “That wife of mine treats me like a dog.” Perhaps the nelghboring kings kept| trip 1 r took “eccupled sever enough to reo! se that he is being “worked.” “Oh, seldom for less than $10." “Well, you're in luck, old man, if she’s the usual modern wife.” Jenteke Exchange | Gaye "Chicago Journal, . 4 && “Them Was the Happy Days!” 3 By Clare Victor Dwiggins Ponerteht TANT hy The [YAN RELLO Sivan! ) 1 T WoulonT Miss Sei’ \\syy PARDON ME KYopO— Im A ICHAMAIHA: LITTLE OLD. Jinnrny ¢ HAtHAy & Then eee tito SET WE RAR. Cn aM Lon ‘our J | DIMM. FOR A Kicw on ie NY mY, Chess OLD Cove ovsieR AT 12) ]} Same LWTTLE LiveR PILL! HALHAL]|| SET FIRE To Fike! HAiHA HA! WEL weul Foor? Jov ARE You, You yr AA! MAL HAL : RemMemeer THe TE | carrie? /|youR BARN THEM WAS. THE HAOP YS. t eal ) 0) PooR LuTTLE PRune ( ) You Wa UP INTo THE FIRE TWANEO In THE oa < , 5 HOVE BELERY AND 7 ALARM! HotHo! SAT You WAS Nour GONE (3/2 iWEM TRE Found Nous | We HA 1 i t ™ ion. ‘ ae allbitia-”