The evening world. Newspaper, July 1, 1912, Page 15

ory Ey Get my POP TOHE.P ME AN 1 BETCHA ACENT Iany army Can { aCe YouR ARMY Then! rude wit of the guttersnipe. conscience. assets she brought to Paris in 1752, fredsury and the French people had parted with $7,000,000 on her account. Marie did not stay long in the dressmaker shop. ef. Jean, Comte du Barry, a dissolute courtier, who at once fell deeply in Du Barry ran a high class gambling house. ch she was to be present, love’ with her. 'Wwustness partnership with Marte, by wh! tim his gambling rooms tn order Bompactour, who had jong ruled = ae, PETE TBS. Se forced the great nobles of France to arse themselves before her as to an s. And she caused the disgrace and dismissal of such few statesmen as a affairs e@ppres md too much self respect to ovey ner imperious oruers, He and @he conducted sing the King merely as @ figurehead in the carrying out of their power at court, fell In love with her. fop a, time, plane M sgovernment. g'Baby in the cradie would be to manage an aeroplane. And the res. While she was still at the His grandson and suc mefidiing with politicos were mu Of ber mischievous power, Teuls for her, but was pensioned as well, Du this time another no to have adored her secretly and hope! vols of death Phen came h reve and beh the King and Queen, want to Enwiand to sell her jowels, She was fooltsh the: very midst of the “relgn “ot @ Barry showed the least courage. TLuGeT my TeAacHeRr, ON MY SIDE AN [LL Get A POLICE MAN Womenkeartbreakers Os lelistory wee Copyright, 1912, by The res i’ubiishing Co, \The New Yors World), *- No. 17.—MME. DU BARRY, the “$7,000,000 Siren.” ER mother was a seamstress in a French country town. |} herself began life as a needlegirl, then went to a convent long enough to pick up some slight smattering of reading and writing. At sixteen she went to Paris as a dressmaker’ tiee. A few years later she was playing with a nation’s destinies, as care- lebsly and as disastrously as.a baby might play with a priccless vase. “ She was Marie Jeanne Gomard Vaubernier. Ghe was handsome in a flashy way, impudent and gifted with the quick, She had almost no education and still less These varying qualities and her skill at sewing were all the Before many years the French BY ALBERT. PAYSON TERHUNE ee SYELEANOR SCHORER She appren- She was born in 1746. She caught the eye He formed a at certain | her beauty and gay charm might attract susceptible young nobles to come there and lose thelr money at cards. This was a great, If dovbtful, rive in life for the former dressmaker's appren- toe. But ‘she was merely beginning her dazziing climb. leumie, married her. She thus became the Comtesse du Barry; and, as @ member ofthe nooility, was entitled to a formal presentation at court. sLouls XV., King of France, was at this time sixty years old, was dead, And the ng Mine, du Barry. Jean's brother, Guil- Mme, de uncrowned que derly monarch proceeded to fall hopelessly In love with yo She ruled the court and the kingdom with @ rod of iron, bending the weak ol¢ King to her will and bleeding the treasury, in all, of something like $7,00),0W. du Barry wae about as well fitted to manage the affairs of a nation as its of her helgnt | h the same -saor,| Finally, they were married, but their in 174, the King died. VI., promptly banished her from court and shut her But his wife, Queen Marle Antoinette, begged for the ex-favorite's release Mine, du Barry was not only allowed to live In a palace the old King ha in a convent. And) not turn out happily. 4 but! c, who fs aia) about his business, But forward with| 8!Ve8 UP hoping he'l , the Comte de Cosse-B sly for many years, can! tion, And this time she smil ) that swept away the rotten old monarchy fe money, | i return to France in| 2 RE Kiss. and put kK. M." writes: “I am very good She could expect | friends with a yi Lon his sult Mme. du Barr gn of terror.” Rovesplerre had he trial for treason and for squandering the nation's funds Sthall mercy from the populace whose pockets she had so long emptied, On Deo, | awa ‘A193, she was condemned to death, and she was beheaded the same day. the hundreds of women exeeuted during the French revolution Jeanne She howled entreaties to the bloodthirsty|yeung man except your flance, TARR N'T AN '2 Go UNDER Tene, BIR: ALL AETERNOON WITHOUT WSS Ui. eN 3 — MA N Now . You've BEEN FoR FouR HouRS BY Vincent's Long Engagements. LONG en- vagemen! is tobe avoided. But even more unfair Is the long monopoly, 1 use that word to de- sertbe the case where @ young man pays a girl de- voted attentions for years and years, warning off ail rivals, and yet re- fusing to eommt himself by a defin- {te proposal of marriage. In my home town a man adminta- tered this treatment to a girl for etgh- teen years. There was absolutely no reason for it, financial or otherwise, youth was gone and the marriage did That sort of thing 1s extremely unfatr, | Of course the girl should send the man before she propose she fre- quently comes (o care for him, And the man presumes on this very fact. ing man who Is going for the summer, He wants me to kiss him good by. Ought I to do so?" You are not supposed to kiss any howd around the scaffold to rescue her, and she tearfully besought the heads- -_—_ man to prolong her miserable life if only by one single minute. Picked Up From ONDON 1s the heal capital of I Europe. Street gas lamps were first used in London in 1807, Melted shellac will mend broken foun- tan pen barrels, Metal poisoning from handling copper coins was the curious cause for death assigned at West Ha slot gas meters, and his Ifed that the coins were Here and There. army ranges {s permitted In the London | 40?" except during church hours, morning An official of the railway saya that of the $10,000,000 wor'h of land sold lost year, 85 p farmers who came from the| him every United States, ‘The porous lead of Professor H. T. Eng-| Hanover, of the Danish twenty-seven, | ect coins trom | be the res Polytectnic| decide wh: High School of Copenhagen, !s said to|or reconciliation, sult of many years of study of jem of accumulator efficiency. We, ‘The lead 1s filled with cavities 8o en with verdlgrts, which re-jas to be visible only through a powe. malged on the collector's hands and |ful microscope, but they diminish weight, | mother and me to go on week-end tr: ether evening with the girl I love, I’ called several times since, to be told she was not at home. Write her an apology for your share Canadian Pacific Lae in tho quarrel, She {8 doubtless watt ing for it. “A, BA writes: “I have quarre with the young man I love, but I and should lke to speak to him, Yet 1 don't want to put my pride in my pocket, What shall I do It's @ question of values. You must hér you prefer your pride ‘I have known 3 t two years, His nd he wants writ 1] young man for people are away was absorbed through his habit of curl-jand they add so much to the surface|with him. Would {t be proper for hin ing “his mustache witty his Anger, <f Quer verges. shooting. the Brglsh that it {9 said storage batteries have|to pay the hotel bills?”* thelr capacity increased five times withe Out addition te thelr aise or weigh, It would be very unwise to put your- feet moder such on ovmention fa yi, Jiu GET muster GO UNDER AND STAY THERE Noting TO EAT! SO ; Guess You'tt pe Good NexT Time Come on WT — “H. HA" writes: “I had a quarrel the, What shall 1 AN HiS WILLIE HE MAYOR 21 SLAVINSKY, (LL just PLAY FOXY 1s AND HOE These SAvsAcESs UNDER This BASKET. OPHeUA A biTe A ey iy Puntsned WAVING Come looky Wi She JusT Loves Spsmee! ond ay. J ul y_1, 1912. Tut Gar THe UNITED STATE! ARMY! t ul TEacH Nov WILL NEVER TRINK OF LOOKING Ua lies lat ware! UNDER WERE » AND LL Aa paner You 6AD Doc! SURPRIse HER AT SUPPER- ds MLK OW MAMAS MAmae AT What’s the Use of Being Blue? There Is a Lot of Luck Lett. AL aOR eT REIT DT OME “Cheer Up, Cuthbert!” 3 By Clarence L. Cullen. Copyright, 1912, by The Prem Wubiutung Uo, (The New York World), HEN a Man Stows that he ls Contented with the Huske, It's | a Sure Sign that that's wit {bo ts Gettin Too Many of us Imagine that we can Play Hide and Seek with the Divvle without ever Being Made “mri The Man who Thinks he must Lie Upon the Bed Just Because he Made It unneces- sarily Stakes him: self to a Lot of @eepless Nightal Biding your Time '* All Right é¢ you Employ it while you're Biding! Whenever that old Self-Execustor Hunch Prompts us to Blame {t on Bad Company, wo Take a Rather Sheepish Grin at Ourself in the Glass! { Durning the Luck doesn't Turn Itt The Trouble about Letting Well Enough Alone ts that the no Mar- ft for Wear and Tear and De- tation of the Plant! A Man has to Poker for about Twenty Years before he Wakes Up to the Fact that it's the Hardest | Work in All the World We Always have a Tremendous Re- spect for the Intellect of the Friend whose Adyice on a” Subject noves tn vetly with our own In- clnation and Intention The World never ta Stingy with tte Cheers for the Selling Plater that Porces himself into the Stake Ilorge Class! It's Humiliatin See an Fello Treak into Fast Company only about @ Week or So after you've ¢ 1 a Bush Leaguer! ‘The Man who is Habitus Over- Emphatle has to Work Mighty Hard, Pass never hi $a Convince Apybody of Anyibingl | vsiends when he Cashes Jat | Remembering the It's a Heap Easter to Denounce the Bad Habits of the Other Fellow than it je to Renounce our Ownl Nobody can be Moro Ingenious than we can in Framing Up @ Quick Geta- way from a@ Boisterously Pemorseful Acquaintance who Does his Penance: bicly for what he Calls his Mi If we Can't Win, Ourselves, Never Going to Deprive Ourselves of the Pleasure of Plugging for the Fellow who CANI No Luck is so “Hard” that it can't be Pierced by the Drill of Determina- tion! ‘vo Heart a Lot of Fellows Plume thomaslves upon being “Captains of their Fate who didn't Know the Dit-| ference detween the Fore-Peak and the | Mizwen Rall! ‘The Head-On Collision that Helps ts the One we have with Conscience! That Sinister old First Drink can't be an Invitation to Disaster 1f you Make It Mik! A Lot of us would be Bolting all he Tine If we were Sura we could Take the Bunch Along! It would be Altogether Too Soft tt we could be as Sure of our Delegates as © of our Desires! we The Man who Shoots for “General | Results” doesn't have Much Trouble | Bullseyes he) Makes! Getting the Ang! Just as Impore tant as Chalking your Cue! he Know" ts a Cons t ja Exemplified by the fact that Most Acute ‘The man who'd Rather Pay his Way ugh the Gate than Push In on a to be Buried by hi I'L G67 THE Ried ApPLes! SIMPLY Scartivs How You Was ‘To SNEAK AROWN' HIDIN? The ViTtLes FROM DaT CHILE Look YNCeR she WON , Thouci. AND 0° Well extiar at bones that rune uj holds tye rite, we alt ob tlie Why Uncle Went Away. | (HIS Will was innocent on its face, neath there lurked @ must a! ificance, tle Rook troiitn’ Chronicte-Telegraph ROSENFELT!, Defined. recently a class of boys bad ‘The speaior was Aiscrming in Little Rock « 5 question: id the uncle, with an amusat | my do you desire me to make | —_—>——— Moving Successward. York Theat @irle tn Munbat Je W. GATRS wai firls clamoring to fill tt @irls positions An The eurphusage Art is to & nething tat old m Mr. mtn “Bot tt would of 4 4 donen ty or © nearer tho truth," he that Lote © f ariin'e are failures, As a Woman Throws. HOM, Clow START IT, IM the tack, an he said, “tot innocent enougn rvearance, dear knows—which was ‘whenever 1 | the New fo work for them. riot colleetors buy vnly hail @ quarter AN HIS STEAM MY Goodnass! | JuST GOT HERE ToL. ak ' You HiT ME FIRST! ares | show] fory ky gn his own by the fact the By Wells Brown Derby of Great Summer Story of New York IN TMG To PREVENT NATIONAL CALAMITY ( Hastings (Copyright, 1911, by the Boble-Merrill Co.) SYNOPSIS OF PREC Mason Ellsworth, « New Yorker, thrown ng reaourcas, fs impeded in getting work thoth bis banda are blood sed tn 1 advertigeunent ry,” Manon asks what fe tld that i payment fi t marry Hond’s nlece, thon, acceyte the strange off + fie lee, and fails in by are ‘married by Hor sirikes Mason ae queer Une Ihoctae om th mou which ® brown at Arrived at the farm house, Masoo as ey why she married him, She repitel evasively she had been afraid ‘to live longer in ber tells aia came to live CHAPTER VI. (Coatimued.) Adjustment. DON'T know why my 66 father let him come, or why he let him stay, ex- cept that in his own sor- row he was filled with pity for any hurt or injured thing. He had inherited the bulk of the fortune, for my grandfather had practically die- ewned Uncle Ephraim for some youth- ful scandal that iy father would never tell me about. He only said that we whould be sorry for him, and that bis ways were not our ways, and that he was quite poor now. But, Iittle girl » L wondered that my father, what he did of my unc! fall #0 completely under his Nancy threw out her hands in a little gesture of defense, she went on, “father was He had lost interest in the world, and his cou bi fighting courage | knew h was broken. As he had drawn from the world and business he paid lena and less attention to his own affairs, and though I am sure he did not love his brother, and that even hie presence in the house made him un- comfortable, yet. once having taken him in because he was sorry for him, he found {t more and more easy to cant hia responsibilities on him. Firet, they used to have long talks together of an evening, talks from which my father came out looking worn and tired, and which gradually absorbed the time we had been accustomed to apending #0 happily together\ They were business talks, he told me, an he used to sigh wearil 4 comp Deeause the money which he no longer cared for so demanded his attention. “At last, I know, he revolted, and avo all Me necessary business Into Uncle Ephratm’s change, It 1s queer how gradually such things come about 1 remember how T used to pity my father for the work he had to do, unitl T almost felt grateful to Uncle Bphratm, whom I hated, for relieving him of But ne'thor of us realized, until the time 1 was sent away to school, what a power he had become in the house, “Tt was the Iagt great tost, and tt showed how complete his influeiice over ny father had become, I was the oniy thing on earth my father cared for, and my uncle was able to make him part with me. He told him, T remember, that he had deen selfish, that no matter how well he was educating me he had ho ment to withdraw me from the com- panionship of other girls; and although my father wept piteously and openly when he told me of it he was too much under my_ un Bway to be uncor vinced, and I was sent to a school which my uncle chose for mo in @ pretty subury of Parts. “I had been at school scarcely two months when I was reatied by a cable gram from ™ My father, he wbled, had 5 ¢ wort of stroke 1 was hurried home by the first steamer, but I never saw my father again "At firat hraim A that my father was too sick me. No one saw him but his doctor and his man trained nurse, and sometimes, f I lived for months suppose, my une! in terrible anx to told finally that although my father was growing stronger, his long fever had so preyed Jupon hia mind as to leave him actually unbalanced, and that the ony hope Khim in. the the doctor, my 1 was eit good to seo me away from me. knew trugeling with Five years,” she repeated softly, at 1 but now he is free again.” She turned wet eyes to me and smiled, “He died six days ago,” she said, |, I suppose, to ofte “No,” ahe said, “I am not sorry for that; I am glad. It wes not then he died for me, but long ago. now, glad that he ia free, for he r than L” han you?” “For all those years," Naeney en- ewored, “I have been kept close: 2 have never in al) that time gone even for @ little walk without my wnele or hs man, Jonas.” “Do you mean to eay,” I cried, “that you heat iy? Ge a btn ot you ve Dowat is t"* bine “It would have deen tmpossitte tf I is had hed any one in the world to turn wale to; but you must remember vhs all alone, that Uncle reall, was my guardian. I Byers balers at first that he would dare actually to make a prisoner of me But it was Very hard to be independent with Unele Ephraim. He hed a way of treating mo Uke @ small gin; as tf he could up. le punished me dreadfully for what called indiscretions, indiscretions Such as epeaking to the woman who sat next to me in the trolley, or stopping to In my room for days for auch offenses, once or twice he even mado ine hold out my hand while he struck {It with @ ruler, and once, when I called to a girl of my own age from my window, after he had locked me in my roon:, he threatened to punigh not oaly me, but my poor broken father also, and 1 had to give up my room for one in the back of the house,” “But why you stay? I asked, as calmly as T could; for I wae tremb‘ing all over in the suppression of my rage, in my pity for the defenseless horror of those cruel, lonely years. “Why did you not run away? Surely they would have helped you at your school, even the po iceman on the block could have deme something.” “T could not. Don't you see that could mot dare, that 1 coula not : that poss! kitted him: “But your friends,” aa T protested etm Nancy smiled bravely “We had none," sho replied. “Men, ana oven women, used to come from ¢hme to time at firet, but they found father changed, I suppose, and gradually stopped ing. [t ts dreadful hew soon be forpotten, even a man of Wealth and position. Even before Ephraim ved with ue people stopped coming, And I had no of my own. The only ones I had made were at school, and th mostly Engiish and Frenoh girls, “Only one other girl in school wae amt Aimerican, and ehe stayed there for & long time after I had left. She did come to see me, I think, Once, not so very long ago, T though I heard her for me at the front door, but Jonas told er wae not door in her face Nome 484 ehat the “Jonas!” I repeated tn “He has not been with era ens said Nancy, “ang my uncle employe him. He meant no harm, [ think, pr} was only acting under Instructions, found none of our old servants when I came hack from abroad, and Unele Ephraim kept forever changing the ones we had. I asked one of the maids, who seemed to cure for me a tittle, to malt A letter for me to one of father's old friends, but she only gave it to my uncle, and I was puntshed for {t. There Was really no one I could go t It was © than I could bear. ‘The wre! of my beloved sounded level and 4 in tte monotony of pain, I looked at her as she walked slowly be- side me; her head was Pent a little for. ward, and her eyes looked very tired, as they gazed, unseeingly, at tne road before her. shall pay for tt all!" T cried owt, vil pay for it now, He-struck— hand! I will strangle him with Ho shall have cau, them the hands of Death!" basis: Her eyes logked into min ithe i wide at the sudden terror of the great passion that 1 could no longer hide, then tears came into t and her hand fell timidly \ipon the tenseness of my arm. am very tired,” she said; “I don't that revenge would make me r. { want to rest. He !s too Mason, He has tled us for whatever you did'\r - See ae iin ine then ware ALLS My he could “iniaee eae Vory certain tt would not, and Twas strensti ‘of your hands. would only io _Heenlte, Theatre, “ha itl years my father Hyed in a closed sve that, whatever our relation te ¥ Bt nes ands forever with my r have any- even if our mar. were I was the more rely bound, And then a great . a mighty wave of selfishness, peas over me. : Bo Be Contimuehy mars