The evening world. Newspaper, August 21, 1911, Page 11

’ oe aa - ® ; “ 3 The Evening World Daily Magazine, Monday, August 21, 1911, a} % ~ ‘ Capyrieht, 1911, ty The Prom Poltiching (The New York World). —— ——S — poor oo Fa 7 Lawveneat | LUitie Pater Bae ouLect) WALHA! 1 AS IMENT —— “ante = * AL Hpt Lint ments NOs 1 was , Lect? Wa Hal N i ou KERR aS Ma whe ‘Te Tine -*) \ ottetie ab irr aie \ Tinian? OF THAT Time, dime, ToLd You To HELE YouRPeLe 7 Te Gumorops. ELLOS HAL KALBA lel Ma Ld NTFISH mail ‘ { 1 Been Thon? SINE Unment 9 —~ | | Dat Youut fiw YOURSELF ON Bhck m The Goon OL Dats, wited ||| Hatnat | Hao IT FuLL oF FixcHin’ Bos SUMAN Fi a oe bg 9 SMN!~ JA Wooks Linrment! PuT/ Ay, Pl we Pretenow? To Be Earn? & Tou Yerreo BLOOY MURDER & OCanceo wha, BREK can), Meee Dace ‘ | Sorte Livtment om YouR/ Ol il!) | canny & You ASHED Me Ww & Vowieo schenvan a chen & | ld aueN, ALE Ose once | NU FOR Some 8 \ Wanpeo i MPR e Lveveo- Sy = HoresT, | NEARLY SRhoKED errata FWeRe's TAT The_bre/—HALVALHAL /| Ae | \ THAT. Ont HOtHo! Ho! : (5 bee Lint MENT Confessions Ofa Mere Man Transcrided by Helen Rowland (The Copyright, 1911, by The I'rem Publishing Co. w York World). The Summer Widower's Biuff. IFE is a habit. You can get so used to having one around the house that you miss her as you would your morning coffee or your evening news- paper if she doesn't happen to be there. This awful discovery was forced on me at the club last night. There were five of us there, having a quiet, peace- ful little game, in our shirt-sleeves, and sipping cooling lquids between whiles, We were a happy, care-free, Inno- cent, mirthful party, until the walter came in with a telegram for Carteret—the “married man.” We all sighed sympathetically—for, although the rest of us were buchelors, we understood, Carteret tore off the wrapper hastily and, as he read, his face gradually dropped its careworn expression and became wreathed with amiles. * “Is she going to stay away Oberly, delicately : 6," exclaimed Carteret in tones of mingled relief HELEN and joy. “By Jove, boys, she's coming home—coming home ROWLAND = TO-MORROW! Pless hi And he waved the telegram aloft. Then he pushed the cards from him, wiped his brow, and rose with the crumpled paper in his hand. It's no use!" he said, pacing up and down. ‘The bluff ts up! Mt as well know what you are coming to—when you marry," ( us!” we exclaimed in chi ming to a state of Infantile helplessness and imbecility," declared ninedly. "You're going to be as dependent on a woman ay # baby on its nurse. You're going to be coddied and waited on und petted and thought for uyill » patural faculties for looking after yourself won't work at all You're goin to be scolded and wa nd bossed and en’ until you actu ally get to LIKE it, That's what you're coming t “DOES 4 man’s wife's vacation EVER do him any’ good? sighed Morrison, sad! a Ittle tonger?” inquired You chaps us, Cart leter overs * returned Carteret promptly, “except to tech him to appreciate his luck When she comes back, The mer widower's extravagant Joy at his wife's de- parture {s all an, unmitigated bluff! You all these gay boys who come in here from tme to time, wearing a dazzling grin and and ain “My wife's gone to the country?" Weill, they're just liuffing you—that's all!" We looked at each other tn pitying incredunty "O° course," continued Carteret, “they MAY fer! lke that for the first day Or even the first week; but after th pride. And when they tell you n ‘old lady to stay away as long as she They have really written her asking w deases, she isn't coming home. ‘T'll tell you, boys, there's nothing like weart hours to make you yearn for an old pair. And there's nothing like a few weeks of poker parties and getting your own breakfasts and living on a restaurant diet to make you yearn for a good home-cooked steak and baked potatoes. And there's nathing like a few fool flirtations with fool summer giris to make you eppreciate the one woman in the world you cared enough for to marry, either. “Oh, yes, {t's all very lovely to be able to go home at any time of night you Uke, and get up when you want to, without being called and prodded. But after you've forgotten to wind up the alarm clock a few times, and gotten up feeling like forty cents at 12 G. M., that sort of thing loses its fata} fascination. Tt’e delightful and refreshing, of course, to be able to throw your clothes around wherever you happen to undress, but when you come to t to put them on again, it's no Joke to find them; and you long for somebody to hunt ‘em for you, or at least for somebody to blame for their mysterious disappearance. Besides, where's the fun of being boy if nevody Where's the fun of staying Out late and raising a racket When 1) - hey mere it up from a sense of have Just written the nind the expense,’ they He. e of all the gods and god- yy in the n + 4 new pair of shoes for a few ares? REFINED VAUDENILLE TEAM WHAT GOT AS A CAME WALI AT A Funeral yyright, 1011, by Tie Press Ro longer a privilege but merely a il conse? ‘Do I miss my wife? Why, I mips } ae everything about her, from the morning | } Gos row to the nightly lecture. In the five| > regs years I've been have got so soft strong enough to Ax my own bit! married that my muscles I'm not even ae wee Legends of B incent’s Advice | ~ Old New York ae ene and Marriage; ia ‘pa ” Res ting Pl lace, | Love and Parental Objections. har OW far should young people be influenced by thelr H parents in the matter of getting married? Over in Hurope they answer the question in one way. ‘The parents make ull the matches, Frequently the young people never see cach otler, exeept tn the presence of @ third person, until after marriage. There is much talk over the “dot,” or dowry, with which the bride's father endows her, and over the “settlements” N America we have been cares less in marking the graves of some of our noted men, For which reason no one at present is quite certain where Krave of the statesman Thom ne now ts, le was hated by many during his which the brifegroom ts supposed to make over to her. fe because of his lack of religt It ts a mistake, though, to consider thet all these mar- Which he made known tn his book, “The riages are mercenary trades on the part of the parents Age of Reason.” s A great many of them are certainly not arranged because « « When he died his body was frst burtol| Binuoe the landed estates of the two families happen to lie near it in New Rochelle, ¥. under a Wark | ogotier, The fathers and mothers are kind and loving, and they want ther Walnut tree in a hayfleld, A few Years) oniidren to find the mates best suited to them. And the parents believe that later Nis friends ved the bOdY (1 their own wisdom ts the best guide for thelr children, u better grave on a higher ground.) 1, America the pendulum has awung in quite the opposite direction, 1 fancy Bt biacing over It @ Atting monument} ciat most of the girls and young men who read this column are aggrieved 1! which was quickly hacked 1 Pieces DY 11° thet parents attempt any ‘say’ at all on the question of thelr marriage. es hopcidtaellela t al Ll a ate rround | YOUN Amertca has always revolted at such dictation, eee the older rave, and {twas proposed | Hence our long chapter of elopements, in which even that highly Huropeaniaed to erect another monument upon that] Product, the girl of New York's “Four Hundred,” sometimes enrolls herself. apot,, but the owner would neil Of course, none of you should submit to parental @ictation and marry some for}one whom you do not love, But, my dear young people, while you are very young don't utterly tgnore the advice of your father and mother. They have had much more worldly expertence than you, and they do love you, do winl: you to be happy, Of those facts you may be sure, Then don't always think you are wisér than they in the chotce of happiness. At least walt til you are of age before either marrying or becoming formally engaged to persons of whom your parents do not approve. correspondence with @ man whom you She Is Too Young, have known for so short a time. ‘Wait MAN who signs himself A writes am twenty-three years old give nor sell an inch of his land (he object of doing honor to su man; as he felt and expressed ft. Doubt has arisen in later years as to whether the grave is under the monu- ment or in the Inclosure, and no one seems really to know or to take an active enough interest to find out. | It is asserted by the country folk that Paine’s ghost Is seen flitting from one spot to the other, walling at the fickleness of man and crying out a “ER. RY | a@ few years for your love letters. A Matter of Etiquette. “Oh, Where ts my grave? I have lost my grave!” tore Things Not.. ** . ~ Generally Known } By John L. Hobble. TRLS' complexions might not be as good as they the older but they tast HE only way to stop a draft in your bank tg to check tt were in days, better. T la not as hard to hold your own In this world as to hold somebody's else. T'ls no use trying to get ahead un- | less you already have one. F the meek should inert the earth | eome lawyer would contest the will ©. HENRY’S Last and Best Short Stories. works in de Ww bye Pendieton-one what you name Miss rsaed long time ago. But I'm glad to y's a cullud man and get out my clean shirts, much loss | AE DUP I I Lyddy—I be bound dat ttle tad done ou, even If 1 can't remember you” hotel ur Ls tape WORE. SUmAe STOR to Jook after my morals an! const & | nobody wouldn't know he And she was. And so was Major. 4 n puten dish here Mi My WIFE | id di d to the door and ething alive and tangible had con Vendieton comin’ @ tion, My WIFE ts my guide, my gu ry alled dia will you come?” | to tink them with the happy past, The house one mawaln’. ame fam, my digestion, my conscience, i qu Miss Lydia ing a grown up| three sat and talked over the 0! What L come fur,” continued nals time-table and my valet, and « litle worried, came in from her] times, the Major and Uncle Mose Mose, reaching into } a ocean “And when I go to my ‘happy home’ | — room. : ting or prompting each other as sides a SIBKE of home folke - na bo to-night and gaze on those four lump | ¢ day, Page & Co “Don't you ‘member Cind's Mose, pan now! w ha 1 1 tell you? t viewed the plantation scenes pay Mars > e bout,| (Te be book form after Sept Mars’ Pendleton, what ‘migrated 'me.|knowed dat baby done be plum growed ‘i ut. _ H jdede that T've slept on, turn about, | ote | tara Baneleion, Wuat icHeresed. be | TAP ea aont (member Uncle’ Meee | he. Melon innuired what the c ‘Owe me?” wald the Major, in sur Without once making ‘em up, and at} —— ately after de w : ee aint Wan ees Psat alee | hed dishes, OF PREVIOL ‘Wait a moment," said the major, | ‘ haa vee | MAN wa & wo fa M te uipeath tea hunapen’ Anils | that pile of unwashed di “h 1 FP PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS, | Pht Flaine gett gare sis Aunt Cindy's Mose, Ma Uncle Mose am a delicate,” he exe], “Yaswir—three hur ired aor seething sea of soiled clothes, new. Major Talbot old whol, | his. tin, Hie (ayaa in ra ned the Major He left Sunny-| plained, “to de xr Buptis' conven-| handed the Major a | roll papers and bottles on the floor, VIN) com Wasi lodia. | thing t with those | e West when you were two] tion In dis elty, I ne prenc | I lef old mars’ suy Rink the veal jeartaioi of whe aume| te arrange f Mabame | Hh oe Canvas” Mose! here 1.| 4," out bein’ a residin rin n | 2 a Ala viey ELS from the country! Murra! Hurrah w ention@ to all the Majar's long stoues the #, I remember now. | ha ¢ > reme ley went me along, WY SY) And he waved the telegram above| of Southern Tathot's read: sn r you took the name | Uncle Mose, at that age And how did you know we were in| '* Pry hia hee’ face To fake hie ind off us financial, troubles nae Mitchell, and w tay, Um ‘plumb growed up," and it was a! Washington?” inquired Mise Lydia , Art tae "Yes!" cried Carteret n bis) Hargraves is w is horror and indigna. =o ined ' tolla 1 H Move in | nate and waving etl ee 18 al ash! plash! a acne fe from the door, “# y a Rag ae ayy n New t ton, the HABIT’ you row te rf ‘ Mose Mitchell, Old t | mules fur. egotists awe dey calls me now | — ie - " j gir A pah of, Ua eyes. | | ART 11. Tiee coe to alae ie te eli "dai | ’: Str g m colts, Mars! Pendleton ther up hi France's Strong Man. |; , colte: Mare’ Pend 4] : his whoulde oe i} at bs " 0 y f the war and n le that z i t 1 Y asked tha down, Uncle Mose. 7 Jw Will accept t a his» Soon an ! ou have prow Ur e, in a way, it . re bs nem 1 rr ‘ wt alr and }. wort as well as a tok wantzathe . rwing aunt ac iyo r heside it rt of the of ! Ne waainuiie nf late T done monty famous € my dear, take tue s u n Pre . f fret got to ewbraska, You are better fitted than I of Deputies In Ward yme all row e to see dem yo its expenditure.’ , 5 with a metalic nits, Dey ain't see no mules | it, hone sald Uncle Mose. : Pane of mtove polish, His gem in Newhraska, 1 sold dem tnule \. yas to you. Hite Talbot ntl wins almost white. | for three hundred dollars, Yassir-three | noth La be iMecult to etl: | hundred | | After Uncle Mose had gone Miss 6 a b th e negro. Tails on Den T open a bl smith whop, suh, Lydia ad @ good ery—for joy, and ¢ € nis fume 1 ba 1 y years as had | and made some money nd b t some the Major turned hia face t a cor Let's th nait t know me, Mars’) up seb'm ehillon. an MM dotn' well} anica Sarna pram , Pentleton, nis fret words. ‘cent twa of ‘em what died, Mot year! Cholly—After sitting with her in, Maude—I'm engaged to Mp. Tie succeeding days saw the Talbors PN ila te liad LI op forw ind at ago a rallroud come along avid staht athe moontight for an hour last night, |Mushlie, He telle me ne has cleaned | restored to poace ant ease. Mian Lydia's Sexes pure 58) 4S nla address. It\town #sin ag’mst my jan’, and, sur,/1 asked her to marry me, up a bit in Wall street \fs st tin worried 1ook, | The “mnajor simplest 9:08 BGA, HR. BREE on darkeys | Mars’ Pendleton, Thole Mose am worth Freddy—And what wae her an-| Jane—VYes. He's engaged In clean-|4Prearel 1) a new frock coat, tn whiten recreation iu fel ne i © FOUR | wig t @ doubt; but they had beea |leb'm th jousan . dollare in money, prop- ewer? ing up a big broker's office down| ked like a wax figure personifying je that the carie ed, and he could not re- and lan # refuse to put! widely seat papers 1 they do 80," “J am not really popular, call the volce or face I don't believe I do," he said, kindly "unless you will assist my memory,’ Cholly—8he get a good look at me in the sun: [i ld she wanted to|there. That's what he me I'm glad to hear it," said the Major heartlh, “Glad to hear it." “And dat little baby of yo's, Mars’ light before she decid the memory of the golden Age, | Another publisher who read the manu- script of the "Ansedotes and Remints- cons@’ jhought that with a little re- ns. and am employed tn a large corporation. 1 have fatien tn love with the seventeen- year-old daughter of one of my em- ployers. I want to take her to the theatre, but thoveh her father does not object to me personally, he says she is too young to go out with young men. What shall T dot You have nothing to do but accept her father's decision and watt. You would be abusing your position If you at- teny to see the girl without per- niasion A Fo bidden Correspondence. GIRL who signs herself “A, B A‘ writes m sixteen yeara old, ition became acquainted with man of elghteen, He lives too far from New York for me to. Kee him, and I know my parents will think me too young to correspond with him, 1 m still in se Hut T miss him very much and don't know what to di Study hard, little girl, help your mother and Interest yourmelf in the Ife around you. Your parents are quite right in not wanting you to carry on @ and on my va a young ching and toning down of the high Hghts 0 a really bright and lable volun It, Alton th situation was comfortable, and not with: out the touch of hope that is often sweeter than arrived blessings One day, about a week after that piece of geod | @ Matd brougit # letter for Miss Lydia to her roo: show at was {rot Not know!t one there, Mis# Lydia, in a mild flutter of wonder, sat down by tter with what ste read 1 thought you of my good r and ac- of $20 per we stock company oun tn to “A Magnolia and for the bad mut It, He re. T did tt anyhow GIRL who signe herself “H. B” writes: “When @ young man is making his departure, after he hae been tntro- duced to me, and says he Is delighted to have met me and hopes to sea me again, what am I to say?” Either @ reiteration of his courteous wish or a “thank you,” or @ pleasant smile and bow would be the right Fe- sponse, according to the degree of ecordiality you wish to show. A jilted Lover. MAN who signs himself “L. A” A writes “IL have been paying attention tom young lady for about three years, though we have been too young to think ketting married. Now she has sud- donly turned her back on me and ts | soing out with another man. What ean to win her back ?"* sere ty nothing you can do; the < lady {s mistress of the situation fut it n't really care for your rth of you were lucky to find It eut fore marria a Sa | Summer Afterncon. Hh y" all tho wasteful beauty of the year Heaped in the scale of one con- summate hour Shall this outweigh; the curve of quiet t held, as in the green sun fluted | Mghe Of sea caves quivering in a tidal lull. ‘Those tranced towers and long unruined wails, Moat-girdled from the world’s dissolving touch, The rock flights lessening over evening | woods, And, down the unfrequented grassy slopes, |The shadows of old oaks contemplative | Reaching behind them like the thoughts | of age High overhead |_ ridge }Sun cincture gold Curves round {ts green concavity; end slow Across the upper pastures of the sky The clouds moved white before the herding air | That in the hollow, by the moated walls, |Stirred not one sleeping lly from tts hung the long Sussex as a breaker's rim ef the three hun- weep. rely” yours, eee the hush fell, more remote the 1 IARGRAVES. party #.—-How did T play Uncle M | Plea onward with the flight of cloud Major Talbo , passing through the ete ¥ Miss Lydia's door open and stoppet |. = sun: saab Aha Aaanice ae Any mail for us this morning, Lydia, | 4P4 cities strung upon the ashing reel tear?” he asked Jr nights and days. We knew no more Miss Lydia sid the letter beneath a| — of theso f her dress. |Phan the gray towers redoubling in the Mobile Chronicle came,” she said] — moat “It's on the table in your |ne {mage of a bywone strength trans | formed rae oe |ro beauty’s endless uses; and lke them A King’s Card Index. We tet & f that renewing BAT |s the pe ich the cara|_ Power REAT Is the part which the card}o ie turns the landmarks of man's nex avatem playa in the soctal) Tt Cane fe of King George of England, | at ee o high star haunted reservoirs of People presented to him are invariably | 7 a i re astoniudied and flattered to find that he | f t se the ° knows all about them, thelr family and hat sense there nme te thelr puts some ictndly n hows intimate know ‘Tho explanation les in the oard Nobody has acceas to the King with ut an appointment or an tne vitation, # that he has always time to consult the private directory, And with |" daoper sens Of moments that, between the beate of ume, May thus insphore in some transcendent air » The plentitude of being. oy sate ak Gao Sane a