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JARR PROCEEDS 70 GO ON STRIKE,' Think of your em- UW get along fairly well with: And Mrs. Jarr sighed Jarr simply Jarr, Who Was up and dressed, resnind- ed him again it was thine “Ain't going to get u “No, they were out when we called. quarrel with wake up in a bad humor,” said “But I have only to ri mind you that If you do not get and get your breakfast and go down to your office to your work you will lose your position. matter ito us,, Uve off our wealthy should worry!” Jarr serenely. ; telephone and Tarzan of the Apes «| (Copyright, 1012, by F f Jarr notified of Jare’s alarming symptoms brain fever threat- she lled nobly, kA, Munsey Co.) that doesn't CEDING CHAPTERS, 8YNorsis or PRE Jarrs had no wes “T'm sick and tired of the t Ithy relatives ie cabia and kill Grey: sounds refined and dignified, as it con- | and overworked sick of gett same old face slok of going downtow arr still lay pitying himeel?, | i@ varty, ip many’ ways, Hace 4s carried away Tarzan follows and rescues her, h He carries her ‘back tat jammed old subw old office, doing the same old wo getting the same old boggarly pittance for it every Saturday” “On, don't talk Jed Mrs. Jary + going to the ‘are not going ne buckwheat, Wheat batter lact n'ght and]? erowled Mr, “T've been promised a rais lary week after we: and the salary Keeps me in debt money by staying in bed!" an't stay in bed a week or * suggested Mri in bed for y found In the tive pwe that Tarzan is Grerwone's CHAPTER XXVII. In America, TAXICAB drew up before an old-fashioned residence the outskirts of Baltimore, an of about fort with strong, only | ty borrow some money I figure it out I eave | and now you're | ; breakfast,” sald Mr, Jarr groaning and ‘The coffee might make me Gimme my bathrobe,"’ bled Mr, Jarr, get along down + the invalid limped to the break Passenger was en- of the old home. exclaimed an rising to greet him A moment la Betty Vincent's Advice to Lovers Seana erren enneronnnnnnnnnnnnnnentnnnee oa aed If They Don’t Love. n word t# only the letter of | it has flown, replied Canler, woken engagement Tam honored,” said Prof. Por Jed Robert Cant oung nan Who h several ovcarions "1 have come welghing his wor this evening to speak {ll you advise n know my aspirations, and you have been generous enough to approve Porter fageted Archimedes Q. in his armehalr made him uni understand why. was a splendid itly and she offera ; a ered me) me ut Jane,” continued Canter, “I can She puts me off first on one ground and then another, this admission, not understand marriage, ix was wholly on her not wait for her to should | apc logize Pree the peoplo who say that or never break must answer that a promise to marry do 80, breathes a sigh of relief every seem to be her place to] pid her goodby.”’ sald Prof, Port @ Silhouette Sayings @ ix Magazine, Monday: February 26; $91 9 me x | « By C. M. Payne 4 a Senaeiaeaae i Ba ates, | By Joe Ryan © 1 have Just learned that Pharoah'’s mummy has been discovered. Miss Bright: Now all you have to do is to find out who his father was. Sclentist: How lovely! I tell her.” room, sked Canter, a, tone of relie nly, sir, certainly," exclaimed ter How could you doubt is your for w nat Jane ¢ des his title they very considera his father, It mt y he has ine sur he finally won her, unless’ “Your Canler paused added Canler. “Tutetut, Mr, Canter, Ur what?’ Veg, “Unless you see fit to reay ne end T be married at on ier slowly and distinctly ne, M 1 have already that it would be desi fessor Porter eadiy, “for we ean no longer afford to keep up this house and Live as hes associations demand’ “What wes her reply replied Professor gu) we could go and live Hut 1 Wisconsin left her week, Philander and » already & 4s for us me there! eri ne to wet exclaimed Port “Why was one he “Clayton has Canter, visibly eh not I told? 1 would gladly have gone without see and seen that every comfort was pro. “You h vided." Tn any “Jane feels that we are alren nuch in yo debt, M ° Profes Cunt Kound of without, and Porter About to reply when the e from the ha ter entered t bes your par pausing on th thought you were alo hort It ta only 1, Jane wie had riven ‘ont vo and foin the group? We were fist speaklr Thank you," sald Jane, entering and taking the chalr Canler placed fo y wanted to tell papa that “ down from olleve Lo-mo: row to pack his hooks, 1 want you to be sure, papa, to indicate all that you can do without until fall Please don't carry this entire lbrary to Wisconsin, added as you would have carried it to Africa, if 1 had not put my foot down.” Wit Was Tovey here? asked Prof, Por- ter “Yes, I just left him. He and Ramer aida are exeianging religious expert ences on the back porch now se ‘“Tut-tut. to must see hin at a: cried the professor, “Excuse me jv Not Like Any Story That You Have Read tut, Mr. Canler, Jane is a most obe- moment dient daughter, She will do precisely a8 And the old man hastened from the * By Edgar Rice B 8 urroughs shestaureoss utes At their destination they were met a hen I can etill count on your 6uP- Ax soon ‘way through | and syndicated the news of his wife's remarkably long, sharp tongue end ber em woods toward the |travagance, Once passing In front of her picture he seimed the violinist Ballet the girl had not vis-| py the arm and sald: this thing to go on lie e farmioure, which stood on a it- ndred yards from | usn4 doom not deserve anything! It ts little matter to her whether her Rusten@ the weeks that Clayton and Mr, Phil- In } t promised eth Clayton, you know,” "L want to get the ted Canter, “He has been hang- so that we ean b nths fore you | for him, care for fuse or feathers, 9 u don't either estate from The girl turned cold t not be strange if head bravely 1] the house any more; which has brought her again to her senses.” Later Ge plasterers, | wrote: * ty) teny painters fro had been but a dilapt-| eng to this torment! little two- ony tte teen |. At last he meparated from her and attached himself to Polzelll, @ teautital fn 1 shell wax now a con: St that She apoke scarcel sail “Doe you realize ¢ you| and took advantage of Haydn's good nature, Polzelli's miserable life with her A her heart sinking | husband, a second rate vtolint « she realged the probable} lent love, She was an unacrupulous woman, who first got her admirer in her expenditure that had been} power and in turn used her poaition to dun him for money, Jone tn @ cold, te Buying me fo n you loaned pa hare-brained esca vit mysterious pade, which but for an autloned Clayton. said sie was not ready to elrcumstance would y “Don't let! promising to marry her If he became i ee But he cared for her, leaving her an annulty tn his will, as well as provision couldn't think of iim Mving in the terrt- bie squalor and sordidness which Mr, ander and I found Beloved of Many Women I would do 40 much, Jane, ise never mention tt.” we can't repay | eon the mort idea that more than self-sups You are And you Tt was wo little For tenants have always that Vheen able to man ta i going up there oblika- wad Clayton n just now, beNeve m | sadly, | 11,4 | rou would only burt me I couldn't think of J man living tn the hole we Haydn wrote a sonata and three trios fi ne to marry you, wouldn't hav believe that I did d give mo that Ittle}@ person as bh anure at least?” naid the giri, “be. | | meen ¢ some one cise and Tk thought she sald almost wise of the money, Jane?” A week passed—a tense though un- for town, to much tesa desirable eventful week for all In the east emoke could seen lying Canler wae Ingtatent that Jane marry low over the forest, for a fire had Been 1 have money enough girl turne@ and him at once. raging for a wetk not far from them, she eaid, At length she gave in from sheer but the wind till lay in the west end lust disgrace loathing of the continved and hateful no danger threatened them, hany man, {mportuntng. About noon Jane Porter started eff farted before om T wold rhe might Historic Henpecked Husbands by Madison C. Peters 6.—JOSEPH HAYDN, a Browbeaten Genius Coprrtght, 1018, by The (Prem Publishing Oo. (The New York Evening World) RANZ JOSEPH HAYDN, or to give the composer the name which he now usually bears, Joseph Haydn, was born either Maroh 31 or April 1, 1732. His Dirthpiace wae at the little market town of Rohrau, about two hours’ ral!- way time from Vienna. His father was a wheelwright, and his mother had been fA cook in the family of one of the local magnates. Haydn was undersized, sender and short-legged. His nose was long and dis- figured, pitted with smallpox, and he always wore « wig “for the sake of cleanli- ness." A poor portrait for @ lover. He was nearly thirty when he first felt the tender passion. He was somewhat relieved of the poverty that had elways hampered him when he fell in love with the younger of two daughters of Barber Keller, a Viennese hairdresser and wigmaker, Bhe waa of sweet disposition. But for some unexplained reason she entered a convent, partly, It 1s eaid, to escape from the scolding tongue of her elder sinter, And the father ingenuously suggested to Haydn that he might merry thie sister. ee #0 religious that she not only apent his money recklessly on food for the chureh- men, but tn addition forced him to compose so much gratuitously for the ehetr that, plous Catholic as he was, he rebelled, Haydn never toved his wife, theugh ‘ he declared he really began to “like her and might have had a stronger feding’ for her had she behaved in @ reasonable way." Reasonable women are rare, Mire. Haydn was not rare, Used Music for Curl Paper. Mra, Haydn used his manusortpt scores for curling papers pastry. She wrote to him when he was triumphant in England a “widow' home, @ house he later bought for himself and tn several years aaa widower, Haydn hesitated not to fly the flag of distress from the “Phat ts my wife, Many a time has she maddened mi When Gretsinger wished to make her @ present Haydn forbade him, saying: Je an artist or a cobble thirty-two years after his marriage, he wrote: ‘My wite, the tater nal beast, has written me such stuff that I had to tel her I would not come te 'y wife in ailing moat of the time and ts alwayw in the eame miseratte but I do not let it distress me any longer, There wil aome ttme te am Itallan girl of nineteen and a great singe: Haydn—she lved unhappily with her spouse. Who was in the same position as Facts hint that ehe often abused aroused Haydn's pity, which ripened into @ vie-~ After the death of her husband she wheedled Haydn into signing « paper widower, This he afterward repudiated. for the education of her sons, although she had married again Haydn, to use his own words, “thanks to his wife and hell at heme’ Cato hile In hause"), was always meeting “the most beautiful women” awa: » home. And though his wife may be compared to the patron saint of the #, Xantippe, he was not the good soul inside the house that warranted the ‘on title used by his friends and disciples, “Papa.” For he evidently was »f the souls that shrivel up inside the houre, ship existed between Haydn and Frau Von Genainger. The | rlendship seems to have been only a friendship, and some writers find in Fraw Von Genzinger Haydn's only true feminine Inspiration for ‘his sublime composl- tlons, Mme. Rartollozi and many canzonets for Mra, John Hunter, He composed for Mrs, Hodges, whom he called “the love: women Ie saw." He was fascinated by Mrs. Billington, an actress with utiful as her votce was fir But Mra. Schroeter, a widow of forty, later won him completely at sixty, and this lovely Engilsh widow Haydn would have murried if Frau Haydn had not much alive in Vienna, She had made his life while at home as miserable jas an tl tempered woman could make ft; yet she only drove ner Joseph away from home to make him immortal among the masters of music e ne=with my respect and friend- girl's tired, hopeless look kept him, He ship, than with mo and my contempt.” could not desert her. He did not prota tho matter further, Something mint happen vet, he tried but if ever a man had murder in M9 to console himself by. tin Tn his heart tt was WilHam Cee Clayton, heart ho knew that it woukl require Lord Greystoke, when, a week later, but a tiny #1 turn his hatred for Robert Canler drew up before the farm- Canlor into th Hlust of the killer, house in his purring #x cylinder. Early the next morning Canter set out, It was agreed that on the marrow for a walk, She would not let Clagten Canler was to drive to town and bring accompany her, Ghe wanted te be back the Ncense and a clergyman. alone, he eald, and he respected ter Clayton had wanted to leave ae oon wishes. » ‘he plan was ennounced, but the Ge Be Come