The evening world. Newspaper, March 29, 1912, Page 23

SANDEL WEEN TTR: Ags? G'S, Se r 4 oe 4 a | & chin the soft roundness of which hid the resolute lift to it. To these attri- butes of loveliness was added a perfect form, the long, flowing curves of youth, (Coppright, 4811, by Bobbs-Merrill Co.) 18 01 PRPORDIO CHAPTERS. at, has longed tainly. for ‘Cairo be sere a beautifel inot the abrupt contours of maturity. a $f omc of George couldn't recollect when he had | been #0 impressed by a face. From the ‘moment she had stepped down from the ¢)carriage, his interest had been drawn, and had grown to euch dimensions that when he entered the dining-room hie ance immediately searched for her to ly. 4 7 ani att ke feat table. What luck in finding hier across itters H ‘ad York, London od Paria,” |the Way! He questioned if he had ever CHAPTER III. The Holy Yhiordes. EORGE drank his burgundy Perfunctorily, Had it been astringent as the native wine ‘of Corsica he would not have} Noticed it. And all because of the girl across the way. He couldn't keep his eyes from wandering in her direction. She faced him diagonally. | She ute but little, and when the elderly | geatleman poured out for her o glass! of sauterne, she motioned it aside, | Fegted her chin upon her folded hands ang stared not at but through her vis- | a-vis. was « lovely head, topped with coils of lustrous, ght brown hair; an oval of white and rose and ivory tones; | fips, a smal, reguiar nose, and Betty Vv Advice t Difference in Age. “f. 8." writes: “I am forty and in lové with a young woman of twenty- two. She is willing to marry me, but would not the difference in age make us unhappy?” It {9 considerable, but such merriages eometinies turn out well. “M. D." writes: “I am in love with ® young man who shows attention to myéelf and to another girl. How shall I tell which one he cares for?" If he loves you he will tell you so. a_i J “J. F." writes: ‘How can I regain the affections of my former sweetheart? My pride will not allow me to bow to her will.” You must decide whetner you prefer seen her before. There was something familiar; the delicate profile stirred some sleeping memory but did not wake it. ‘Once, and only once, she looked in his direction. It swept over him with th chill of a winter wind that he meant as muoh to her as @ tree, a fence, & meadow, as seen from the wigdow of a epeeding railway train. Immediately after dessert the girl rose; and George, finding that nothing more important than a pineapple detained him, got up and followed. Mr. Ryanne almost trod on his, heels ai they went through the doorway int: the cosey lounging room.. George dropped into a vacant divan and waited for his cafe ata Turque. Mr. Ryanne walked over to the head porter’s bu- reau and asked if that gentieman would be so kind as to point out Mr. George P. A. Jones, if he were any- where in sight. He thoughtfully, not incent’s o Lovers tinually calling me names. Do you think that ts right?" No; it is most discourteous. “K. R." writes: “My girl friends have laughed at my religion until I am in the habit of joining with them, although Tam ashamed of myself afte: im, Do you think they ought to tease met” ‘No, and you should not let it affect you, “A. 0." writes “A boy I knew has told my nickname to several of his friends, and they all call me by it. Do you think he did it on purpose to be mean?” He probably wanted to tease you. “A, B." writes: “Is it a in to kiss the pride or love, “A. W." writes: ‘My flancee ts con- girl to whom you are engaged?” Certainly not, It de the usual method of procedure, 2 I st to say regretfully, laid down @ small bribe. “Mr. Jones?” The porter knew Mr. Jones very well, He was generous, and treated the « vents as though they were reafly human beings, Mr. Ryanne, either by his in- quiry or as the result of his bribe, went up several degrees in the porter’s cf “Mr. divan by the door. anke."” r there, on the But Ryaone did not then seek the young man. He studied the quarry from « diplomatic distance. No; there was nothing to tmifcate that George Percival Algernon Jones was in any way handicapped by his Arthuresque middie names. “No fool, a8 Gioconda in her infinite wisdom hath said; but romantic, ter- ribly romamtic, yet, like the tinid bather who puts a foot into the water, finds it cold, and withdraws it. It will all depend upon whether he is a real collector or merely a buyer of rus! He proceeded across the room and down beside George. “I beg your pardon,” he began, “but are you not Mr. Jones?” ‘Mildly astonished, George eignified that he was. “Geo! P. A. Jones?” George nodded again, but with some heat in his cheeks, “Yes. What ts it?’ ‘The girl had just finished her coffee and was going away. Hang this fellow! What did he want at this moment? t If Ryanne saw that’he was too much, | as the French say, he also perceived the cause, The desire to shake George till hie teeth rattled was inatantly over- oome, She hadn't seen him, and for thie he was gratofpl, “You interested in rugs? I mean old ones, rare ones, rugs that are bought once and seldom | er eold again,” “Why, yes. That's my business, George had no oilly ideas about He had never posed as a gentle- mai son in the sense that it meant idleness. ‘Ryanne presented his card. “How 40 you pronounce) ft?” asked George, naively. “As they do in Cork.” ‘I never eaw it spelled that way be- fore.” “Nothing surprising in that,” replied Ryanne. “No one else has, either.” George laughed and waited for the explanation, “You eee, Ryan ts as good a name as they make them; but it classes with prise fighters, politicians and bar chem- | A Romance oO you hang ft round your neck.” “You talk ike an American.” am; three generations. What's the matter?’ with sudden concern, George was frowning. ‘ “Haven't I met you somewhere be- for fot to my recollection.” “It struck me that you looked some- thing like a chap named Wadsworth, who was halfback on the varsity, when I entered my freshinan year.” “A university man? Lord, no! 1 turned loose at ten; been hustling e since.” Ryanne spoke easily, not @ tremor in his voice, although he had re- ceived a slight mental jolt. “No; no college record here, But I want to chat with you about rugs. I've heard of you, Indirectly.” carpet fellows? We do a ® rug uw in my room I'd to show you. I want your judg- for one thing. Wi you do me favor? ff ‘Certainly, I'l take a look at it. But T tell you frankly,” went on George. “that to interest me it's got to be a very old one. You see, it's a iittle ad of mine, outekie the business end of tt. I'm crazy over real rugs, and I knaw something about every rare one in exiatence, or known to exist. Is ita , then.” George was now quite willing to discuss rugs and car- peta Having gained the room, Ryanne threw off his coat and relighted his cigar, which, in @ eaving mood, he had allowed to go out. He motioned George to bo seated. “Just a little yarn before I show you the rug. See these cuff: “Yes,” “You will observe that I have had to reverse them. Note this collar? Same thing. Trousers-hems a bit frayed, coat shiny at the elbows." Ryanne ex- hittted his sole fortune. “Four sovereigns between me and a jail.” George became thoughtful, generous and kind-hearted among those he know intimately or slightly, but he had the instinotive reserve of the gea- soned traveller in cases like this He waited. “The truth is, I'm all but done for. And ff I fail to strike a bargain here with you. . ‘Well, I should hate to tell you the result. Our consul would have to furnish me passage home. Were you ever up against it to the extent of reversing your cuffs and ists, The two extra letters put the finishing touch to the name. A jewel 4s all right, but what tells is the way rhe oa enanne of you to call and to toring a friend!’ cried Mrs. Clara Mudridge-Smith, ‘The first part of her remarks, con- cerning the sweetness of the call, was said gushingly; the letter part, anent the friend ; Was in a colder tone, as the gay young matron glanced from Mrs. Jarr to Mra. Gratch, the suf- Tagette, who accompanied her. “This ts Mrs, Gratch,” said Mrs. Jarr, @oing the honors, son!" “Oh, one could tell that!” said Mrs. Mudridge-mith, for to her mind being “Quite « notatde per- | & feminine noteble and being a freak in appearance were one and the same thing. “We thought we'd get you to come “Woe certainly do not!" said Mrs. Fd agai “Man is the superfluous sex. But woman, slave to convention, im- what Ufe is, then.” Pr . anyway!" “Oh, do we need the men to enjoy ourselves?" inquired Mrs. Jarr. agines she cannot be hapry unless do- ing trained animal tricks in the pres- ence of her master! No, when women have votes"— “Won't it be grand!" interrupted Mrs, Mudridge-Smith. ‘One can be a polit- ical worker, then. Think of getting one's hair dressed most becomingly and if the weather is nice~and going to the Polls and flirting all day for votes, In- stead of only kissing babies, as they 40 now, candidates who are electioneering will gallantly Kiss the ladies. Think of Jack Silver running for office, with those eyes of his! Won't It be grand when women DO have votes? All the handsome men will go Into politics and be running after US, when they are running for office.” “Bah! Crack ‘em on the head!” cried Mrs. Gratch, “What?” exclaimed the rattle-brained young married woman, "Crack ‘em on the head, and crack t Broad He waa! it putting on one's most fetching gown—| co ee way and &* George gravely produced two good, yet.” etgare and offered one to hin host.| “If that rug fe the one I have in There was an absence of sound, broken | mind, you certainly have stolen it. And Presently by the cheerful crackle of |!f it's copy, Tl tell you quickly matches; two tiNowing clouds of e floated outward and upward. Ryanne fair, And that's why," hed. Rya declared, ‘IT wanted you to Yonder 1s @ rug, @ prayer rug, ae|ioek at It. To me, considering what I holy to the Moslem an the idol’a eye is to the Hindu, as the Bible is to the Christian, For hundreds ef yeare it never @aw the outside of the Sultan's palace, One day the late, the recently late, Abdul the Unspeakable Turk, gave {t to the Pasha of Bagdad. Whenever this rug makes itn appearance in Holy Mecoa it 1s worshipped, and none but ® Sultan or @ Sultan's favorite may kneel upon it Bagdad, the hundred Mmoaques, the old capital of Suleiman the Great, the dreary Tigris and the sluggish Buphrates, @ muezzin from ne turret calls to prayer, and all that, en?" George chi leaned forward from his T, @ gentle terror in his heart. “The Yhiortes? By Jove! ta that the Yhiordes?” Admiration kindled in Ryanne's eyes, To have hit the bull's-eye with so free and quick an aim was ample proof that Percival Algernon had not boasted when he said that he knew something about rugs. “You've guessed it.” “How did you come by itt George demanded excitedly, “Why do you ask that?’ “Man, ten thousand pounts could not Durchase that rug, that bit of carpet. Collectors from every port have been after it in vain. And you mean to ¢ell mo that it dies there, wrapped in tutch- er’e paper?” “Right—O1" Ryanne solemnly detached « ouff and rolled up his #leeve. The bare muscular wounds, scarcely healed. Next he drew Up @ trousers leg, discl shin, “And there's a1 ron my #houl- der blade, the closest call I ever ha man who takes hia life in his han I have done, merits some roward. Mr, Tl be nk with you. Tema ft derelict, Since I was a boy I have hated the humédrum of offices, of. shops. I wanted to be my own man, to #0 and come as I pleased. To do this and live meant precarious exploits. This one of them. I am tell- T atole that rug; and that the seven labors of our old friend Hercules were simple diversions com- pared you'll recognise the diMculties I had to overcome. You know something arm was scarred by two long, ugly knife,” ‘A| Would never sell this rug. gone through to get tt, to me tt the genuine carpet. To your expert ¢ ft may be only @ fine copy. 1 know this much, that rare rugs and paintings have many copies, and that some one ts being hooked, #014, bamboosled, Raed every day in the week. |1@ the real article, I want you to take it off my hands,” the adventurer fin- ished pleasantly. “There will be hue and cry.” “No doubt of it." “And a job to get tt out of Deypt.” ‘Those phrases of the expert, Drelimini a to bargaining. Mahe as woll rry round a@ atolen elephant.” “But a man who ta as familiae with the game as you are would have little dimoulty, Your integrity 1s an es- heel fact, on both sides of the wi You could take it to New York a4 4 copy, and no appraiser would know the dl ce. It's worth the attempt. V'a take it to New York mysetf, but you see, Iam flat broke. Come; what do you or I care about a son-of-a-gun of a Turk?” “What do you want for ft, supposting {t's genuine? George's throat was dry and his voteo harsh. His conscience roused herself, feebly. for it had been a long time sine oc- cagion had necesaltated her prosence. Ryanne narrowed his eyes, carefully baianoing the posstbilities, “Bay, one thousand pounds. It ts Nke giving It away. But when the devil drives, you know, It is beyond any set price; it {s worth what any collector is willing to pay for it I believe I know the ind of man you are, Mr, Jones, and that te why, when I learned you were in Cairo, I came directly to you. You No, You would become ike @ miser over his gold. fr. |You would keep it with your emerakia (1 have heart about them too); draw the curtains, lock the doors, whenever you looked at ft. Eh? You would love it for its own sake, and not because it {@ worth so many thousand pounds. You are sailing in a few days; that will help. ‘The Pasha ts in Constan- ho tinople, and {t will be three or four at conten: | weeks before he hears of the theft, or with a certain grimness. won't killed any one?’ whis- pered “1 don't know; perhaps.” o At Sewodvo and threw the rug across the counter Dane. It wae the Yhiordes. Rot the slightest doubt in his pre Nsw it described, he Bg Ryahne, the room and tte fumtehings, all had vanished, all eave fabrio patterned out of w: ton and knotted with that and skill and pation. the world 80° more, He let his hand it, How many knees had thiok yet pliant substance? atrange scenes had it mutel; scones of beauty, of terror? under the light like ¢he hide of hound, < George rose hastily, sought hie knéfe | *y turning your collars? You don't know | of the Oriental mind. I handled the job|and, without #o much es by your ve, alone, I may not he out of the jungle! slashed the twine, flung aside the paper, OPOEORESEEEOESEFAOAAAEEEOOEAAEEOE OE OODOOOEEOOEEOEEOR Mrs. Jarr Has the Blues. How Do You Suppose She Is Trying to Lose Them? FROCSHOSSSSSSS TITS SHSSTSSSISSVIOS SVS OSSSOESEOVOESERES 10W @ man who isn’t busy, Drat pusl-, ing in that hard IHmestone water they costa Arms,” explained Mre, Mudridge- have down there—for the Ohio River is} generally so muddy it dirties the clothes worre—is so trying on @ woman’ temper that @ woman jest natcherly wears out a rolling pin every month or “Well, I thought we all might go out together and have a good time,” said Mrs, Jarr, seeing that the discussion was drifting to civics rather than soctal xation, ‘I don’t see why women can't met out together and have a good | me without bothering with men. ‘The men do it without hothering wita | women,"* “What could we Mudridge-Smith. “We could take your car and go joy suggested Mrs. Jarr. Mrs. Mudridge-Hmith gave one search- ling @lance at the square shaped, square- | jawed suffragette and shook her head | "Well, I just feel ike cutting up,” said Mre, Jarr. ‘This wasn't true, Mrs, Jare was try |ing to fight off the blues, brought about do? asked Mra, by dissension at home. “So do 1," said Mrs. Grateh, “Is there a ladies’ bowling club around here? I hit a pin boy once with a ten- asked Mra, Mudridge-Smith. “I don’t 0,, 1 found trying to do my week's wash-' “No, we have no janitor at the High- out and have © g00d time,” said Mrs, |'em good!” repeated Mrs, Gratch, pin when he was impudent and I Jerr. “They ain't no account, men ain't, | knocked him cold. Is your janttor ever ‘Why, how can we, in the afternoon?” | When [ was first married in Bellaire, |!mpudent?” Smith, “We avo a superintendent who is @ captain in the National Guard and looks dreadfully handsome in his uni- form, Then there are the engineer and hia helpers, but they don't count, Let's all go over to Mra, @tryver’s, Wait ¢ill 1 get on my hat!" Tho trio moved on to Mre, Stryver's, three abreast, brushing ido other women, passing pedestrians and nurses with baby oarriages, The younger men abroad, who stood still to admire the ornate Mra, Mudridge-Smith, were m erally shoved into the gutter by Mrs. Gratch without comment. Mrs, Jarr felt rather relieved when they arrived safely at Mra, Stryver's. “Oh, I'm 99 glad you all have come, 1 was feeling so depressed!” cried Mrw. Stryver. ‘Shall we have some teat" “When will Mr, Stryver be home?’ “IT don't know and [ don’t care, We’ not apeaking!" replied Mra. Stryver, “And I'm not speaking to MY hus- and!” said Mra, Mudridge-8mith, “An. I don’t believe Mrs, Jarr ts, elther, That tn, not speaking te her own hus- | band, I moan," “What s0od does that do?” cried the militant Mrs, Gratch. ‘They only ike that, Crack ‘em on the head!” “T tMink [I'll try it,” sald Mra, Mud- ridge-Smith. “Nothing I do seeme to ir WOULD THis TRICK STAY UPIFISAID PRESTo, PoP worry my huwband any more. What'e ae good thing to hit them with?’ | ‘The nerves of @ smoker are generally made apparent by the rapidity of his exhalations, These two, tn the several minotes, had filled the room with @ thiok, blue hase; and through thia the elder man eyed the younger. The sign of the wolf gleamed tn his eyes, but without animosity, modified as it was by the halt-friendly, half-cynical smile, “T'll riok 4," sald George finally, hav- tng stepped off the magical carpet, it were. “I can't give you « thi ¥ pounds T oan give you three hundred, and the balance to-morrow, detwoeen ten and aleven, at Cook's.’ “That will be agreeable to me.” George passed over all the available cash he had, rolled up the treasure and tuoked it under his arm. That some- walling and beating hi ing down from Allah curses upon the L My Lady’ HPRE are many functions to wheeh my lady may go to spend the evening. And the gowns and jewele worn dur- very elaborate, for the man of New York dresses more than ever before. At the theatre one sees mumerous decollete gowns all through the orches- all other jewels in popularity, The plat- {num of the gold, makes @ diamond o' ‘brilliant and lustrous. Yet one must its brilltancy ts apt to detract from the brightness of the wearer's eyes, ‘The velvet bands at the neck with clasps of platinum set with diamonds 3—E ening Wear. T ng these hours are aaturally tra, while diamonds seem te outrenk be oareful in the use of this stone, as are much in vogue, and lend an air of flr mMieat, FRY o% a “b- the AP ee Evening World’ Daily Magazine, Friday, March 29, 1.9.12.) ° And new, bang! Trouble este ta! (To Be ———— ¢ Subway for Venice. ~ tw to be connected with the: faland of the Lito by o eubway tunnel which runs under the: lagoons. The istand te much in eummer and'iée about two miles 4 ‘The city ¢erminus of the elestric line ts baba demreelgpher dire 4 pom be ? heart of town, and the wih beat" twenty-five feet, oo that slectite” vatoré are’ to be pet in fer thie Gur pose. The tunnel will rea is @ line under the Gtudeccs and 6. felands, and will end at the Lege point known es Four Fountains, expected that the trip will he about Ave etnutes, bis ban DING HA: Dinh Dine? AINT YA. GOT ANY Sense! d= Om DING > PINGE b-@-