The evening world. Newspaper, August 17, 1911, Page 15

<a Evening W a The orld D ——— a: ail A 66 ry) Them Was the Happy Days! By Clare Victor Dwiggin | Caer, SOR, ty The Pram Peathtiing On, (le Sew Tut Weil, ila 7s MORNING, JIMNY | 6Y Geonee / Suna ) fre ay ore t Weer Pr. Good MORHING, ALE. ('0 CLEAH, FORGOT. | wT IF Tas Be, au ies 08" on a Nas Aus 0, ered y yl auTand? poms pate lowe, Lone aco — pf ae went win The YavoeyiLLe ‘ou bakit oe SWAT : MANAGER» Ne WARTS LL, Sateut prey, tone we ) , ? : wronk By Week-End Visits Betty Vincent’s Advice |: ”’ i” Of a Summer Siren On Courtship and Marriage} * sol teoemonnsnction | I(T at 4a Twi GINE | Love and Courtesy, 4 NUTHIN’ To CAT FER Four. OAYS-AN? 1 wWittin’ To, Work: AN- Oupyeigtt, 1011, by The Prem Publistting Oo, (The New York World). k " Ber Harbor, Saturday. |I knew he was saying eomething, be- A ¥ faith in Fate is growing | cause I saw his lips move. + Stronger every minute! Finally it dawned upon me—he was ¥ | 1 revelved a letter from @| proposing! I primped mentally. It's sit at Tuxedo yesterday, tefi- | hard to look submissive and fetching ing me that Nelson Garnett, | with a perforated mask of Long Island ny Geuthampton Othello, is a newspaper | dust on your face and a colffure that magazine man, that he's successful | is almost hatrpiniess! ten thousand dollars’ worth of| “Let's have it over with,” he was ° yearly, she says), and that he’ jaying. “All the pomp and splurge of coming American author. & big church affair doesn't fit in with I'a strange I never thought about hie | my {dea of marria; ‘There's a little ing @ writer. Eyes ike his were|church further on. I know the minis- de to see deap inte dreams and !mag-| ter. If you are willing to marry me ings. at all, marry me now.” yhen I got the letter 1 rushed up to| The suddenness of it stunned me. 1 room to think. Here was a man, | had made up my mind to take the step, | RFAL man, whom I loved, who loved | but I thought I'd have at least a few and who had ten thousand a year! | months to get used to It. And there, up ‘en thousand sounds a lot, but Viola|the road, through the trees, I could mmers let me look over her bills for | Se the gray shingled roof and white r country home last year, and the | SKles of the little country church! pensea of those six months would| “Well?” he urged, and started the ve put the yawningest kind of @ hole | ™chino slowly, ten thousand! We were approaching the spot—and No—what's the use daliying with pin |Still I was silent, A tromendous battle joney when right at my feet tsa man, |W* 60lng on within me—head and fairly good-looking, in love with Prashlelege were drawn, fighting for | 0 come is @ certified realiza- nes Eilon of my sidas amultions? ‘That the | TB® car stopped with a iittle whirring Ry uy Wibowhih Fan! Sound before the stepa of the church | Weil, in the afternoon he asked me to | 1? €0t down and held both hands out fo motoring with him. I put on my nA me. Some one wae playing an r old, old hymn on the organ. Fooly white motor coat, a rough white! Ang then the truth came to me in a feverything If -euebeedon; ASA WAH | faded. A face with wonderful gray | brown eyes and massive chin obliterated PDOPS suggest church alsies and orange | 4) the reat. And I knew chat nothing Blossom: mattered—or ever would matter—but His machine, @ luxuriously fitted | that face. What was the use of fight- Poree-power affair, stood glittering 1M | ing any longer? Love had conquered! gun under the porte cochere when | | jeaned toward the man with his came down. hands still outstretched. | Vaguely the thought came to me of | «Come, let's go home,” I sald as gent- jon chariots and knights of old—|ly as I could. “I should have told you X equelched all romance on the/ that I am already engaged!” He gave me a glance of warm (To Be Continued.) as he helped me in and I Mm You WORK, ded immediately to have white the jominant note in my trousseau. fe aizzled along at the rate of fifty "miles an hour. The roadside was just @ blur of green, punctuated by vari- colored dote that I knew must be houses. Stinging currents of air beat ™y veil about my face in angry little slaps and made me catch my breath. In between bumps I came to the con- clusion that I saw absolutely nothing fn speeding—I wished he'd stop. Then, suddenly, he DID stop, so eud- Uj deuty, in fact, that I came near doing |® triple somersault over the engine. } There wae so much dust in my eyes my vision of him wee we THE DOOR OF UNREST A Story of a Man Who Was the Original “Wanderer,” Or--? Continued.) |the body of me findin’ any rest. ‘Twas |80 commanded. I saw Jerusalem de- |stroyed, and Pompet! go up in the fire- | works; and I was at the coronation vf Charlemagne and the lynchin’ of Joan |of Are. : “And everywhere I go there comes storms and revolutions and plagues and fires. "Twas so commanded. Ye have heard of the Wandering Jew. But hi Green Room Glintings By Frank J. Wilstach (Copyrighted by Doubleday, Page & Co.) (To be published in book form after Sept 12.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING INSTALMENT. ‘The editor of the Moutopolis Weekly Bugle is | | visited in bis office by a man who has every a pearance of extreme age. ‘The visitor introdu’ Nimself as Michob Ader, the ortgtn rendering | peare Of solar Aled eer YFPPHE plots of many plays belong im) ten ant talks familiarly of events that hay, tO"Y Mes, as T have told ye. ase, 78) g the cemetery. pened many centuries ago. He shows a cony of Guite sur ir, that ye haven't a drop ik : Sonewspaser dated IM. which containe # sup: |Of Whiskey convenient? Yo well know | posed account of his wanderings, that J have many miles of walking be- |! | f HAT {a the use of reading a book or seeing @ play that does not em out ali right in the end? AE e none," sald T, “and, if you PART II. | 1am about to leave for my sup- MeBBOVE my desk hung an en- graving of Raphacl's c ubs, You could yet make out my chair back creakingly, ent landlubber was beco OMB actors would get married even though they didn’t have the price y As at an a@ifliction as any © fe eartare, their forms, though the dust | owed mariner. He shook a must ¢ blurred, their outlines |quyium from his plebald clothes, over- HEN the critic writes a play the! strangely. turned my inkstand and went on with Actor has his revenge. Yo calls them ‘cher-rubs,'" cackled | h/y insufferable nonsense. -_— the old man. “Babes, ye fancy they | wouldn't mind it so much he GOOD many of the old time actors |re. With wines. And there's one wid| complained, “if it wasn't for t ‘ork | Are wiso in being dead legs and a bow and arrow that ye call,| must do, Ye know A tue 4 id pCuph I know where they was found.| pilate, sir, of course, His ty, whin | ——e — The at-greateer randfather of he killed himself, was pitched inte a luke is Hy h a “us a on ein’ an! on Alps oO 2. Yow twten to Wife’s Place in Japan, { ‘iin 4) wis 8 pee 1 a ae Gs ahem on } NE of the proverbial Japane: : mie nent of ivery year, The uid divil | ressions characterizing the Isl- goes down in the pool and drags up| O poe on agp tulgr ue Ae Pontius, and the water Is bilin' like a " ry nor in the Bible wash pot, And th 1 divil sets the where the day would not dawn wit wit mesel’. The body on top of a throne on the rocks, the ier sex.’ This is a plain adm. er-ruba and cupids and thin comes me share of the job, sion of woman's mig Influence, and’ way uu on thim walls and Yh, alr, ye would p me thin refers indirectly to a logical story Siars, T mont, sir, di would pray for the poor Wander pf the sun mn whom the ime) in the adytum to form the baldachniJew that niver wag a Jew i ye could rie! fami led to have #Prung. | over the Ark see the horror of the thing Gat T mus 4 es the wife seems But the wings of thim sculptures was do. ‘Tis 1 that muat fetch t| #0 have had her full share of the reapect intindid for horns, And the fa was, Water and kneal low 1 E of the h and. Bays the Anengo Jour-| the faces of goats, Ten thousand goata| it washe han 1 € BB! Instead of “taki wife ) wax in and nut the tem that Pont Pitat Ir, and @Arlics: Japanese wor marriage And your cher was bill in hes his hand, I hold Means “the union of the man and wom- the deya of King Solomon, it the for him. ‘Twas « | @&."" The woman, after her marriage, | painters iisconatiued the ne ino} te progressed eOntinued to live with her parents and) wings tar ‘ the Busie Her husband visited her dail Ae on! And I knew Tamerlane, the neal column. might have been his means permitted he built a new , sir, very well, T saw n ut employment here r the a or use and the wife came to live in It|Keghut and at Zaran). We w little for those who ¢ te the p but | him. Hven to thls day the word |man, no Inrger than yersett Thad had enough of it, I got up and Inzo, “newly built ns wife; that| the color of an amber pip repeated that T mus: go the woman who o: tes the dom!-| buried h at Samarkand t] At this he seized my coat, grovel , especially erected for her comfort.|tho wake, sir. Oh, he was @ fine built! upon my desk and burst again into dis 1@ the civil ceremony of marriage, in| man in hig coffin, six feet long, tresaful weeping. Whatever it waa! Joh the sipping of rice wine is the} black whiskers to his face. about, } said to myself that his grief minent feature, the bride drinks fi And I seo ‘em throw turnips at the | was ge (i cup then being passed to the bride-]Imperor Vispacian in Africa. All over me now, Mr. Ader," T said the world I have tramped, sir, without ingly, “what is the matt « His hallucination seemed beyond all sald, "Twas so commanded reasonable answer, yet tho effect it times they're plovers and. som upon him scarcely merited disrespect. | geese, but yell find them always But I knew nothing that might assuage where L go.” it, and I told him once more that bot! T stood, uncertain how to my of us should be leaving the office at jeave. 1 looked down the street, shut once. my fe looked back again-and Obedient at fast, he raised himself hair rise The old man had upon my dishevelled desk and permitted disappeared me to half lift him to the floor. And then my rillaries relaxed, for I ‘The wale of his grief had blown away dimly saw him ting tt away through | his words; his freshet of tears hal the darkness, But he walked go swiftly | soaked away the crust of hia grief. and silently and contrary to the gait | Reminiscence died in him—at least, promised by his age that my composure ent part of It. vas not all restored, though I knew not “Twas me that Md jt," he muttered, wh : As I led him toward the door-—"'me, That night I was foolfsh enough to the shoemaker of Jerusalem."’ ke down some dust-covered yo I got him to the aldewalk, and in the augmented light I saw that his face was modest she! us Redivivua’ Somes etines yin’ TRL who signa herseit “A, i 7/2 °* A welts “" him, 1 se t hte home early the nexty It's powerful bad thing, drinkin’, I have been to several dances F 1 mornings and we walked toxether down] 110 an old, old man, sir, and Tne with a young man, and he pays plenty 7 °! town thr little street with which! see no good in drinkin’. f attention to me all the evening. But 1 }1 was unfuinitiar 1 Hisappointment “Did you ev T asked him “Why, ye that reminds ending. 1H Jude inn fre Mike clearly ‘ DIM & 168802 6 crnopey! O'Rader, Boot and Shoe ike O'Bader ever have a wreat | ny deciining a few of hie Neviinaaaae on it or trouble of any kind anked ae: 1d geese paased ahove, honk-| “Lemme About thirty year ago | {f he asked for an explanation T should tT I seratehed my ear and| there was somthin’ of the kind, I recol- | #¥* ¢ may be #tmply ignorant of rs od and then tratled Into the shop. nie I looked up at the stgn and os camer 17, 1911° August I ANT FEELIN’ ITY In tt that courtesy hetween acknowledged lovers ANY Too GOOD in fast becoming one of the lost arte” je note ¢ W Liq should have deen written I for-. gotten; the e mement to @o it Is not Kept pynotually 7 the careless or eron BEEEiw fe Che Usadi One ane And it's much « pity. yi of i Perhaps tn the old days of chivalry there was too muc @ of formal politeness between the lover and his lady. i | surely we are swinging too far in the opposite direction Rudeness is always inexcusable, and least to be excused, ye of all times, when it 4s shown toward peopta for whom we /*”? RS a care. vom orty Belty Vincenk _. It you are a airt you tke tace In the neck and sleeves it \ of your frock, do you not? If you are = man you prefer ’*'’ | to carry m cloan pooket handkerchtet? I have atwaya felt that courtesy wae the 0) 02 ince and fregh linen of love, not exactly the most substantial part of ft, but ther rp | dainty, attractive, graceful trimming that gives @ beautiful Anish to the whole. ~ “| | There ts Just one elemental rule for courtesy or good manners. It is—be com. 7h! siderate, ‘Think, definitely consider, whether what you are about to way or do. jai Will hurt your friend's feelings. And a pretty good way of determining that, ify...» you are a really honest person, !s to think whether your own feelin: hurt were positions reversed. Courtesy ts generally shown tn little things, {t ie true. But continual dropping wears away @ stone, and continual detatied rudeness must wear away the est affection. So please try to be polite. An Acknowledgment LAN who signs himeelt ‘ writen: would be ought to write til he writes again, and should T consider everything over |{4t ni! £ oa} “I have Just recetved a birth-| Don't be too hasty. The young wom. 7" 3 day present from a girl who ts a great |S" May have been {11 and asked her (viii | lfiiend of mine. How shad 1 thank | fflend to write for her, It would have = her?” been rather better to have notificdss: = | but perhape she was afraid you weil worry. Shall She Forgive Him? A GIRL who signs herself “F. D." If you are near enough, pay her @ jeall, end expresa your thanks verbally. If you cannot see her, write a iittle note at once, telling of your pleasure over her remembrance. |A Missing Letter, td writes: “Two months ago f quarrelied \ MAN who @igna himself “m. co." | With my flance. I apologized, but he | A writes: nald ha could not forgive me. ‘The oth “Recently a girl to whom 1|4ay he told my brother that he wanted jhave been paying attention for six |t? come back to me. But during our months went to the country, Until last |eatrangement I have heard that he hi |week she wrote me regularly. Then a | "0" seen in bad company. I feel jcard came from another young man may- |! Could not trust him again,” . ing that she had recetved my letter and thanking me for tt. Do you think I mK If you feel as you you ought not to see any more of the young nm He certainly did not behave generously to- ward you. But perhaps you had bet- ter give him @ hearing before condemn- ing him on hearsay evidenc A Laggard Escort. I was willing | when it in time to go home he never hear of Michob Ader?| to admit drink in the case of my shoe-|seoms to be around, and I always have? i! niling maker, b red It aa a recourse to go home alone. Iam very fond { anid the Judge, Why had he pitehed | 1 "tan F ye Sih ig el la Steet he pitched nim, but would he act like this if re is his whon now." Wane 7 Why his unutterabie | Teally toved me ver stepped Into a dingy, |erief during his aberration? T could not ‘The young man ia ept whiskey as an explanation. rtainly very rude. and I think T should aty lect. Montopolis, str, in them days used | his duties as escort. to be @ mighty strict place. “Well, Mike O'Rader had a daughter | J a right pretty girl. She wus too y & #ort for Montopo! ny Wandering Jew trimming (miserable; and on “ “ii prrermnnrennnnnnnnnnnnnn eae |) 4) Things Not.. * .. ~ yn so one day seared and lined bind warped at a sad Ant ry ns ostill the unexplained | she slips off to another town and ru ness almost incredibly the product of 2 Citizen of | wretehodn the probiemet orrow, /@Way with a clrous, It was two yeara| ¢ ry single lifetime. ‘ Otie two centuries the esoteric woe, thal hod neea weiieen| hetors she, odmnes back, all fixed ap'in | Generally Known And then high up in the firmamenta at I desired. MI- | there bs ving Jens, It seemed, than| fine clothes and rings and Jewelry, to i rkness we heard the clamant erties of cliob Ader had a come to Vy " Klis OF the. Gontusiea see Mike, He wouldn't have nothin’ to - - wits me great, passing birds, My W r year 1613 a ated to the udge Hoover inquired kindly. con-|do with her, so she stays around town _ ing Jew lifted his hand, with side-tilted ish Spy an ex Gry, HOt cccdite hin aheen. fhe S10" EnGanianor anyway, (f salen ihe man By John L. Hobble. obed | head latmed to be the «Jew, and asked. up, and. § manly eno Wouldn't have rataed no obiec " ‘ “The Seven Whistlers! he said, as (hat 116 had heen th, he aald, for a few days, | but the wo: aaa la IIB thing furthest from a mans one introduces well known friends ut here I fell asleep, for my editorial mpe yet day the shoes Would be ready, | her to leay But whe had plenty thoughts {s his feet, ra “Wild geese,” sald 1; “but LT confess duties had been light that day He} 1 At me, and I could see that|of spunk and tola ‘em to mind their paces o that their number is beyond me." Judge Hoover was the Rugle's candl-\1 had no pl in hia memory, So out) own busine © in sweat 40 wives vaus lite: ete cy “They follow me everywhere,” he date for Congress. Ha WIth wa went, and @n our way "So one night they decided to run her | friend, but sweet t thee Ais (niaae ee - —— | "Old Mike," remarked the candidate, away, A crowd of men and women | ouy ‘ : “nas: been on on He drove her out of her house and chased | | we cra drun uh a her with sticks and stones, oe run to In Silhouetteville. [rata crazy “dri # |Ree with aticks end stones. he ren to] soy wisn to get rid of yout wife 1 /Wihlake epitomized Judge Hoover. | he * her with bis flat and Knocks truth about yourself. as “That explains bir h who and shuts the door, - - 1 was silent, but [ did not accept che J then the crowd kept oF inkin’ HF freshest of gitis ahed anit hante, Toa A old man Sellers, who next day they finds her drowned nr ow I. exchanges dead tn Hunter's mill pond. T mind it} va “Mike O' Fader,” sald he, was makin’ all now. That was thirty year ago.” Ne you rocelve an hundredfold for the « shoes in Mont Ita when T came bh T Jeaned back In my n rotary revolv. help you 414 a nelehbor you will be . goin’ on fitter ura « nit chair and nodded y, like @ man- | arrested for usury. whey" Once a monn \darin, wt my paste = © gots off the and ataya xo a] “When old Mike baa a spall.’ went on r - id yes padding Mie Ege Wesle Aeaan lads Geeysienn Ae The Moon. about in’ ® pod he tolla thinks he'a the Wandering Jew Fp ory obody wan't | to hin te ia auld 1, nodding. away |e snow upon Hfeloss: moun : un nore. When . ain't And Uncle A r cackled instnuating- taine he's got a alght ty at the edit mark, for was Is loosened into luring fountain , fool ra 5 1 ark, f¢ a ki * at | » that t at t a “atiokful’ in the! My Nd oceans flow and sing and 1 all hia ‘onal Notes’ of the Bugle, | oii » to | 0 A spirit from my heart sts forth; Rut a 1 would not t was! Nert--The Dupticity of Hargraves. \1; closes with unexpeeted birth tk # “gs by Ap | - _— . | My cold, bare bo Ob, It MURt Dey oy a ! to allt fosity in Tin and Criminals. | thine i mo 1. 50 w fontopolix's. old | On mine, on mine we nired and seventeen | on nbitant f 2 ‘ lee = etry ey ab Agatl AMORA In s, chiefly habitual ert Gazing on thee, I feel, I know, 1d ta acquire’ 5 iigation in print, 1 banished for 1 from | Green atalke burat forth, and brighty, Sys og Ane al trioWle of ren list ven, OF there ninety-nine | flowers @row, ered ef the unin ere hinese, twelve of whorn had heer | And living shapes wpon my 090M) yamita convicted of participating In uniawtul pane wna h ad, “come here|aociatten It was discovered that the |susto ie in the sea aad aif, noo ta? [the ince. “folks: xeneratty. cansiiern | direct ratio with the price of tin, When | Winsed clouds soar here and there, —& stmt) | +i + ‘him see at times Baw aut he Aan't was high and the tndustry ac: Dark with the rain new buds are wohiw s “Those new neighbors of ours must be awfully poor, John. Every go nohody of ep drinkin’ upset ingly prosperous tnmates of J dreaming of; 4 one time | try to borrow anything from them, they havn't got It!’ his mind—yes, drinkin’ very likely done few and vice versa. "Tis Love, all Love! Shelley. a $4 1 eavoe : “ : we ’ : j