The evening world. Newspaper, April 9, 1912, Page 17

) PoP THERE 1s 1A MAN AT THE bDOOR.HE WANTS (To SELL YA Some \ LIN A MENT bt we Martha Washington. DANBRIDGD, eldest John Danbri Jones, wae agake uaaial ind a coumry place on the York River, own as the White House, the latter ving ‘been the constant. residence of Custis during her widowhood. And marriage was ectem- ‘e her second na ten, Deal post to” ha at the siege of Yorktown. Col, Custis died in 1767, efter lees than years af married iit TEL i i oken Engagements. the eptrit. and 4 fe not Recreant Lover. oo. W." writes: * young man who hei ace me, though ‘hat de you advise me to do?” Nothing, toward him, ‘ould gur marriage be happy?’ The World’s # w# Great Women By Madison C. Peters. * Coppright,.2818, by The Pres Pubitehing Oo, (The New York World). aus s & To her union with Custis four chil- @ daughter died in in- ; Martha, who arrived at wom- od died in 1770, and John, who ‘his life to his country et twenty- & Betty Vincent's Advice to Lovers am in love with Opped coming in NOt ANSTY: | nag You cannot meke any ad- 4 B," writes: rh four years older than myself, with her two obildren, whose interests "Washington made his owa. ‘There is no foundation for the fanci- ful connection between the White ‘House, the home of Mrs. Custis, and the White House at Washington—that it ‘was Washington's desire that the off- cial residence of the Presidents of the ‘United Gtates be eo named in memory of the Virginia home in which his hap- Diness was consummated. The White (Mouse was so named because, con- wtrudted of free-stone, it was painted white. Washington wes an artstocrat. He Gressed with simplicity at home, ‘ut when she drove to Williamsburg, Annapolis or Alexandria, in her chariot and four, with black postiliions in whi! and scarlet livery, ehe was richly at- tired. When Gen. Washington became Com- mander-in-Ohteft of the Cofpnial forces ‘Mrs. Washington accompanied him to Boston and witnessed that city’s siege and evacuation. At Valley Forge, when faith was at stagnant ebb and hope was low, Mrs. Washington was present. At Valley Forge, trom early morning until late at night, she was busy pro- viding forts for the sick sokilere, Ienitting patching garments and making shirts for the poor soldiers. At the corner of Pearl and Cherry streets, New York, stood the house used by ‘Washingtone after the General's election to the Presidency in 1787, for which the modest rant ef 9 pounds and 10 shillings was paid for the first as the Presi@ential mansion. A later more commodious house was taken on~Brosdway near Bowling Green, which, later, was known as the Manston -Houee, Mre, Washington unostentati- jal functions of republic. At receptions the President simply bowed to each guest, the handshake being omitted. ‘Washington appeared at dinners, lev- ees and receptions in ‘vlack velvet Goat and breeches, hair in full dress, powdered and gathered dehind in a silk dag; yellow gloves, holding « cocked hat with @ cockade on it and the edge adorned with « black feather. He wore ‘nes and shoe buckles and @ long eword. Mrs. Washington was fifty-seven years of age when she came to Ni retained during all her life, & eplendid tousexeeper cnd a wife in whom her *--sband could safely trust. @ it dishonoradle to break an engagement of marriage? Some of you seem rather uneasy about this question. I only wish my answer could eettle it once and always for every man and woman in the wotki—not that I expect auch @ consummation! But here ts what I firmly believe. The most dishonorable thing is to keep an engagement of marriage in the letter when it can no longer be kept in The girl who marries a man whom ghe has ceased to love because she has promises to marry him te dong him a very great wrong. man who finds that he no longer cares for « girl not ask her to release him from the engagement hivalrous but cowardly, No fotich of a promise kept can riage from unhappiness, reqeom a loveless mar- Ff cated man blipped and fell in front of is, I wanted to help him up, but the irl said I must not leave her, Since then, although I did as she wished, she dats be Him Yo Rus Some On as Faew AND HoT PooT AWAY, From HORE “the Eveatag™ World” Dally Ms “‘S’Matter, Pop coneccsnsenantenteecansenstbae Cc c a a $82 YA Berrer BOTTLE FoR THERE'S A Courie * wiTH COMMON SENSE — LOOK “Cheer Up, Cuthbert!” What's the Use of Being Blae? By Clarence L. Cullen. Conpright, 1012, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), Blast, but et that he Has a Heap More Fun than the Pond Duck! Even when you're Chasing a Will-o'- the-Wisp you're On Your Way! ‘Morning After" doesn’t Rhyme with ‘Mea Culpa” but they Trot ‘Tandem! Anybody can be @ Cheerful Giver when he Hasn't Gor Itt “Initiative” te Right, the ‘“Ret- wi Take Care of Itecif! Ye our * erengum” Gome of us, Long after we're Over the Mué-Pie-Making Period, Take to Throw- ing Dust in Our Byes! The Dunce hae an Bacuse because he Can't, but the Drone has None be- cause he Won't! Wild Oats Sown after the Sower ts Thirty are Long A-Harvesting! It's Queer how, when we Stop to Par- ley with Temptation, he Always Gets Ue! The Tobog !s Nearing the Bottom of the Hill for the Man of Forty who STILL te Catied “Incorrigibie!” ‘The Yielding “Yes” means Rough Spots to Come, but the Big “Nix-Nix" ‘Travele over Macadam Roads! They've Hed us in a Box on a Heap 0f Occasions, but we Always Had Bome- after | thing to Say before they Nailed Down the Lid! An Ounce of Resolution events @ Ton of Repentance! Yesterday'e a Phantom, but To-mor- cow's @-Potential Fact! leas we “Let Well Enough Alone!" ‘The @tung Man Dreads the Guyer! I¢ you Take the Right Counsel of Yourself BEFORE-hand, you won't Have to Engage Any Later! The Best Medicine we Know of is Looking Over our Record and Disifking the Punk Spots! We Always Like to Feel that our Friends are There," without Leaning on Them to Find Out! No Matter what Words you Use when you Sing it, the Way to THINK it te; “They Gotta Quit Kickin’ MH Aroun’!" If {t weren't for “In Bad" couldn't be any “Out Good!" there The Man who Brags about “ late-Coated! ‘Waters! / NE of the largest and most beau- tiful icebergs sighted during the past few months in the vicinity Harbor, gazine, Only the Man who has Been Through | with dreams. the Storm can Enjoy the Peaceful|I never knew a girl with finer per- ceptions or keener insight into human “ 4 eer (sararicrmt™) “Everybody’s Doing It!” 3% (atehvar) 3 Tuesday. Cc * Cs By Carmichael Interviews With Cupid j|: By Barbara Blatr. Asthor of “The Journal of a Neglected Batldog.’’ ' Coperight, 1012, by ‘The Prose Pubtishing Oo, (The New York World), , T= Btormy Petrel often Faces the) we Can't Have any Peace of wind un-| No. 12—The Girl and the Man| ature. It made no diterence what the Who Were “Different.” dornly refuses to come here. jues- | girl eho} e uninteresting to ask tl pout whidh most women chatter, 7 66S Nomiy reter Cupid oo etubd- ‘There are quite a lot tions = lke Uttle begga: thoughtfully fire from depthe of the chatr while “He in ways I Dlayed fair.” ‘Taking | ‘But he doesn’t tke reasons and he this Medicine” usually wants it Chooo-|esidom does play fair,” I protested. “There was a gtrl I knew once," and Raiph Gordon's handsome eyes svftened “Bhe was a lovely girl. A Floating ‘‘Natural Arch." @ great arch, and this gav whole vast pile a Ddeauty. Mr. Gordon looked into slowly drank his second cup of tea. hee turned quite @ number of tricke ageinst me have Rever understood. It would at least be @ome eatisfaction to ask him the res} gir eon, and punch his head !f he hasn't @ was or who was on the other side that girl always knew at once that I was right. Mked better. I never met a git I She was the eurt of & who never wanted to talk sbout tiresome, things nd} ‘Our intereste were always the same. I only had to mention a book, a Diy or an opera to find that it was the particular one she adored. She waea very interesting girl, Not that she talked very much. She told me once she always found i so muuch more pleagam to Usten to me. I wae just falling in love with her when gometning happened. I never knew what. Wednesday night she let me hold her hand. Thursday night at @ dance she cut me dead. I should ike to ask Cupid about that ” y he “There wae a man once” I e@ied “He was such @ nice man! Nothing wae ever too much trouble for that man to @o for one, He was so Interesting to talk to! He never » such good judgment; aw at opce without any tire lanations that my view or my attitude upon any matter wes exactly right. He never liked the people I dis- Mked or disliked the people I liked. He never wanted te do anything nor talk | about anything in which I was not tn- terested. ‘Then something came be- tween us. What I never knew. Mon- @ay evening he wae charming, Tues- day morning he passed me without speaking to me. I should Mke to call thia case to Cuptd’s attention, Do you supose he would remember?” “Cupid apoke of his books, didn’t he? The books you are to keep when he makes you his secretary? Perhaps he keeps @ set of ledgers in which ters all his cases, \It give him ¢! able to turn to the very pag @hould think,” I remarked, “that girl you spoke of must very fickle, inconsequential sort of @ person to change like that?’ ‘Not thie girl!’ Mr. Gordon’ | was very decided. “She was different. | But ae for that chap you told me of I | Shouldn't bother what « Uke that je 44. A man who would La He io weak, “Not this mani” I cried earnestly. ditterent.” THE CARPET | FROM BAGDAD} a es ix Cia 2 ES i i at rl i i i " i E H i i zt i HH CHAPTER VIII. (Continued, The Purloined Cable. jo Ht i Tile sited th P whous nan sine: mhoute, the tower aN Faces oi wortd; the En, the American, the the Italtan. Pal g iggeons the Levan- Dronse Nubian; the veiled women, tee naked chiléren; al the color known to art, but are marvellous dat “et be, the Saleen blue, in the heavens, in the waters, in’ ‘@lake way, Oh, my mother!" “Backsheesh! Backsheesh!” in the eight tones of the human voice. Prem the Deegar, hie brother F F Sj nit still more dubious, Drege, scum; the bottom and the top of the kettle; out- caste, whose hand and animus were di- ected against society; black and brown and white men; not soldiers of fortune, like Ryanne, but their camp-followere. In short, it was there (and Ryanne atill felt @ dull shame of it) that Wal- ‘upon en adventure Iii ing but the fumes of For a tew pieces roll under hile shady banner three or four shining lights who would undertake the disposal of Percival. Not that he wished the young man any harm—no; but business wes business, and in some or another he must be made to vanish from the eight and presence of men for at least two monthe. As for Major Callahan's unforeseen gare. the devil coulg x out for . Ryanne consulted his watch, @ cheap but trustworthy article, costing @ dollar, not to be considéred as an lable as- He would give tt away later in the for he had decided that, while he in funde there would be Aiadom in the purchase of a fine gold Longines. A wold ‘tch, as every one inom it ot way @ London bankno' one ts lucky enough to pos: | Many watches had he left ; this place or in that; and often he had fi ] exchanged the ticket for a small bottle ‘ with @ green neck. Wherever fortune against bim heavily et cards there he mi find his latest watch. Besides getting « new timepiece, he was strongly inclined to leave the bulk of his fortune in the hotel safe, One he swung the timepiece into his vest pocket, would be to add the splendor of ‘a small white atone to his modest scarf. There is only one well-defined among the sporting fraternity: relry. not at all; Not to the cause of vanit; Dut precious stones and constitute kind of reserve fund againet the evil day, When one has money in the pocket the hand ts quick and eager to find it. But jewelry te protected by a certain quality of caution; it ts not too readily passed over bare and gam- ing tables, While the pawnbroker stands ‘between the passion and the ereen daise there's food for thought, Having settled these questions to his eatiafaction there rymained but one how to epend his time It would ee to seok the English bar be- on. Might well ramble through the native ti and the be- saare. He might pick up some little curto to give to Fortune. So he beck- idle driver, climbed into the was driven off as if em- os. Ryenne never wearled of the bassare in Catro, They were to him no less en- chanting than the circus parades of hie 10 | quickly 1s not worth @ eecond thought. | ha: cise nearness to doc with syer-s. ‘Mls