The evening world. Newspaper, April 11, 1913, Page 22

Wr Oana aieieT. onthe aadanaienena: mannan eee reenact ne ; \ at Pt . * “'* The Evenin World Daily Magazine, Friday. April 11,1919 &}&°&»”™»~ ~~ ————>°. The Stories of a Famous Novel $ By Albert Payson Terhune end Canada, OOGHOHOOQOHDDOHVHDHOHHHAHDAGHSOSQOSODOHNAGHHOOF e's hae A 3 z Copyright, 1913, by ‘The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Urening Worl) No. 8—“THE LAST DAYS OF POMPEII,” by Bulwer Lyttun. may LAUCUS was the spendthrift of Pompell. Handsome, young, rich, he was courted by a hundred flatterers, and he lavished his great J fortune recklessly. | But in the heyday of his gay career he chanced to meet lone, | the beautiful ward of Arbaces, an Egyptian priest. On both sides it was a | case of love at first sight, and the betrothal of the young lovers was scon | made public, Then trouble set in. Arbaces, the mystic Egyptian, loved his ward, lone, and he planned Glaucus’s destruction. Fate was soon to play into the Exgyptian’s hands. | A blind gtrl, Nydia, who sold flowers in the streets of Pommpell, had grown to adore Glaucus, whose kind heart had led him to show her many careless kindnesses, Nydia knew he loved Ione and that her own love for bim was woree than vain. So she purchased a supposed love-philtre and mixed {ft with his wine. | The drug did not turn Glaucu#s heart, but it temporarily turned his brain, In delirious madness he dashed out fronMiis house into the moonlit street. Tone’e brother, Apaecides, hated Arbaces. Meeting the Egyptian by night he VOLUME ate ee 18,861 LET THE MOVIES ALONE. OMB good arguments there may be for increasing the annual Boense charge for moving picture shows seating less than three fundred people from 825 to $500 a year, but they are not epparemt. A story runs that the Ohildren’s Society is backing the measure om the ground thet the movies are demoralizing to young minds. I¢ is not improbable, however, that other forces not so ‘wholly thoughtful of others aro equally desirous of putting the shows of business. The child mind is not ¢o easily demoralized es sentimentalists TB fs in fect one of the most perdureble products of natura, brain is more wonderful than an elephant’s trunk and much a it rs © Sree ® sie Sea tute hey Aithat moment te dlrius Ohsennshaneed to rel Moon the sem artace ites, robbers, giants, princes, kings warriors and still cherish as | promptly denou: ae Apaccides’s murderer, the supreme of life « desire to be a baseball pitcher. Piiebyobegg gst ume t t in the arena, ta toe SOOORS . There can be, of course, bed moving pictures, but it is not Hkely | eee @ forthcoming giadiatorial games. there will ever be many of them, or that they will ever be popular. filed extirot 6 ‘sey preted wumidean ‘ce. and an Geod pictures are an educetion to the child. And the New York | haan tac all oe Uttle stylus, the weapen @hRA neods them. He has little place to play in the tenement or the | Pe SIL ARAIE Wruae tnvoe Sas (nea BAITING? taal os Nydla, finding what havoc her ‘love philtre’ had wrought, was beside her- self with remorse, and she sought vainly for a way to save the man she loved and whom, unwittingly, she bad ruined. Done did not flinch in her trust in her lover, and ardently proclaimed his innocence. But Glaucus’s countless fiat- terers and hangers-on had shrunk away from him at the first breath of disgrace. The day of the games arrived. After a series of gladiatoriel fights the vast @rena was cleared. Glaucus, stylus in hand, was led forth to die, A grating apened and the tfon bounded into the arena. But to the amazement of spectators the man-eating brute made no attempt to harm Glaucus. 1 ‘The lion did not 80 much as look at the fated man, but slunk around the edge 4 t Lat the movies alone. aS et WOMAN’S WAR ON THE AVENUE. EFORE the Fifth Avenue Association, protesting against parades B om their street except on public holidays, stand the suffra- gotten, arrayed and of the arena as though in terror of some impending fate. ‘ Suddenly there was a shriek from one of the onlookers, At once @ thousand Not eush fighting hande pointed in horror at Mount Vesuvius, which towered above Pompell. From fa not even suggested that the volcano’s crater burst a mass of emoke and flame, shaped like an enormous and wide-spreading pine tree. A moment later darkness blotted out the whole world. A rain of red-hot Java poured down upon the city. The people fled panic-stricken through the ts, hundreds of them caught and overwhelmed by thet avalanche of fery lava. In the black darkness only one person in all Pompell remained calm. That was Nydia, the blind girl. To her, who had always moved The Cit in @ world of darkness, there was nothing confusing in this Destruction midnight gloom. She could find her way through the ofty as readily at midnight as at noon, ‘ 3 Now at last she had discovered a way to atone for her sin, She guided Glaucus and Ione safely amid the liowling, frenzied cfowds, along hidden short cuts and to the shore of the Mediterranean, There ehe led them aboard @ ship that was putting out to sea. 5 od Promptly, ‘Splints and bandages, at grestly re duced prices, are to be found at our emergency counter, seventh floor, centre, ninth aisle to the left, north side.’ "Pittsburgh Post, —_—_———— Served Her Right. FRIEND tells ws of on iapvomptn jobe > wer indeed. Imagine one hundred thousand lebders end patriot characters swinging Medison against Fifth in whirl of the political uplift! We may yet have events that will By morning they were far beyond the reach of the deadly lava. Nydia was the first passenger to awaken at dawn. She had wiped out her fault. she had reunited Giaucus and the woman he loved. She had saved them to life and to each other. Her work was done. Softly she stole to the edge of the ship and let herself down into the water. A Growsy sailor fancied he saw a flash of white and a sightless face sinking through the waves. But as a second glance showed him nothing but the un- broken expanse of blue sea, he supposed he had been dreaming. | _BETTER LATE THAN NEVER. UP of the investigations of the conditions of working girls following the recent strike among garment makers has come an arrangement by which a number of manufacturing com- agree to send sixteen girle to school for instruction to be pro- yided by the Board of Education. ¢ In explanation of this agreement it is stated that large nombers "1 98 girle te our factories are oo ignorent of arithmetic they cannot eff ep o column of figures, 00 ignorant of housework they cannot @ imple meal for themselves, so ignorant of their trade they understand the plainest parts.of the mechanism of the ma- the school agreement is to give in- an The Day’s Good Stories Not True to Life. Saipan eotars es wm OBA neh HE eon of a man who bed been « greet} |, Heb! philanthropist welcomed a visitor to hie iad office, ‘The talk tumed on the career of the father of the young man, “Tt was a reat tow to everybody—my father's death," lamented the youth, ‘the lest postrait painted of bim."* He led the visitors to where hung en the wall a large portrait of the deed philanthropist de- plcting him as standing erect with his right hand in his pocket, “1 fine piece of work,” said the visitor grim ty, “but W's not true to life, Nobody ever eaw | 400, your father with his hand ta hie own pocket,"— | 9°0f- epececorcccsooncscccoososoooonsoce cncccesooesosoees Mrs. Jarr Joins in a Benefit for the Bashibazoukettes PORORESEEEEREO EE :CODEEEOEEEOODES OE O0000004000008008 Wheeler, who was a devotee of auto-|branch, Miss Wheeler always rode in mobiling (she had an eight-candle power|the scout automobile ahead of the car), had once snubbed her, and Miss! hikerettes, Wheeler was tenth vice-president of the} “Those who hiss,” cried Mrs. Bless- MiNtant Americans of the Hikerette/ ington ich sharply, “need not play!" nee — Miss Mann slapped her hunting crop (the Httle loop on the dinky thing fe used Yo litt latches on gates when hunting the fox across country, or rather when riding to the meets, and one does not care to tire one’s mount, you know, before the hounds are cast off) against her riding boots. She burt her skinny shin frightfully, but never winced. ‘I shall ptay now that T am here, and 1T'4 like to see who'll stop me!” “You shan't play! Put her out!” cried Help! They've broken ?. food, lr,” the” selerwoenas” The Ty) a 2) aah ¥ Mis: Mann was an anti-suffragist be- Aelia ts wuse she thought women would lose every elusive charm of dainty femininity if they spent two minutes in @ polling year, Besides, Mies fs od, indeed, that with efl our schools, churches, philanthro-| "”"“*the ev York Brecing Wend gociclogists, economists, reformera,- charitable societies and | 66 bv Ri MeN sapleneiion or legislative investigators and examiners we have not wame,” sald a deop-voiced this kind of instruction long ago. But it is better late Copyright, 1918, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The Now York Evening World), @ soon before the rah-reh wagon would ‘ce HAT W: t of the militant ‘woman who mounted the dais in the Hyacinth Room in the Hotel St, : _ suffragettes?" I the militants. Grocgee and epeke og ene having av qutssed. “Fine| moment, It wus his business to get uD) “But,” interposed @ peace-making —— CAUSE FOR CONGRATULATION. a Sere are in order among all people in thie city fof) ‘catch lines,’ breesy ‘come-on’ ads. an’! tady (she knew she was the best bridge Feasons, as far back as King Solomon, player presem), “If we oust Mise Mann why you ehould worry and buy bruised three ladies cannot play—Miss Mann Prunes, instead of intact ones! just makes’ up sixty, enough for Mfteer, “Anyway, I want to say fer him that tables,” “The point is well taken," said Mra. “Miss Mann may Precedents ‘women to estab- Meh, aren't they? “I don't gust wean ge of that [he wus @ fancy Nar—nobody could take that away frum him. An’ yet yuh|Bleasington Blotch. there Constance | Wouldn't oall it lyin,’ either, He sa!d|stay and play.” " it wus talkin’ poetic Hcense with fact—| “Thank you for nothing,” snapped ‘whatever that means. As long as he|Mies Mann. ‘I wee soing to stay and wus press agent fer gloves an’ shoes| play anyway.” A clatter of etbilant remarks arose above the hum of whispers that had marked the ocariier order of things among the ladies present. “It's Josephine Blessington Blotch!"" “How smartly groomed she is!" “And quite hoar: ‘These last two remarks, spok Joud as to be overheard above the gen- had no connection, it may |. Mre, Blessington Blotch because of the courage and the perseverance with which, the Housewives’ League and Federation of Women’s Clubs are continuing the campsign for chesper food, purer food and better food for rich and poor alike. my private opinion uv them dames 18 that their supply of gas asphyziates i are | nota 0 atee, tm the pinhead clase” “Whe won your headpin tourna | greghes many times! anyone what knows anything about his- | tory knows that if there's one article that is never fresher than second-hand | {te @ le, The free list has been multi-: “Well, he got good salary. He need-| batty ad. wril Way Up the River!" echoed from the next room. ‘The turkey trot!" voles. And in one moment Dréége, hatreds, And the caption,j even the CAUSE were forgotten os ing and gursiing, 80 T rose up, calm Row! Ro and majestic, ke @ new book from the Mbrary, and T comes back at him cor- rosively, as I stalks owt: “‘No; have @ cut ef me canning a crted @ dozen eR ‘Canes & wouldn't be lager Herea Where € Gam Ong Also-Ram,"!" : they broke for the damee dwellers 5 tapped ’ a peace-maker arose again. the It is not upon the of the slums only that extortionate Vanity box and te clatter ceased. | lr sparking pias! There fi gtind ee itis hm,| ““nadiest Tadien!™ eho pleaded. back end can be prices are forced or fraudulent and impure foods foisted. Many a] ‘As you know who have Dought/soney. 7 sat they're doin our [‘cause lots uy times I'd give hm reall “don't care!” cried ative Mann, "But ae ‘eatheres “ id fe and hotel and has ite underground recesses not continued the epeaker on thi ekly stipend an’ went down th street prgreeld gems of thought frum wear- E pelt, woman's place is a. wee: - MG ; peal . 4 . cleaner than the cellars of the poorest quarters; many a well labelled Ae SAAT RL Te OLESEN SO “"But pretty soon he tried his hand at| “Then why aren't you there?” erted polled M2 Gelicacy. is as vilely compounded as hash, and the foie gras is often| “The eer oud appla “They want the vote an’ there they |canned goode—an' right there I dropped. | stise Wheeler, who was eager tor the Dleoes ond the trent . , 4 , say, he hunted fer ‘catch Hines’! fray, phn ti iy brother to the ssusage. , | With biases, for eome present go an’ blow up trains an’ nifty real: TIS, Sats until T begun to fea! tike my| "I intend to be after this game and the draped efteci, ¢ suffragists because some women they|dences where kitush gents ts livin’ dull tg sf eg Be Benes see, 80 that now with the coming of the springtime thousands of {didn't like were pro-suffragiste., ‘The|an’ respectable as a owl, with their |feed wus bein’ K sigeried. fr = before} a canter in the parts,” rep! on earnest women going with renewed di leaier of the 3 Mise Mana, who|own families, Now is there sense to|! tasted it at T don’ jeve in Mann. ieee Gen ge i 4 energy to undertake @ com- tad cantored in in » bifurcated riding| that? There ain't, says you with a pa-|that time I got @ natural flavor out uv| “I was out for a spin to-fay in my fight, when, prehensive inspection of all places where food is sold, we have reason -| tent amile. If they gotta blow up ee Dearne: fa on alae fi mornt snd sient see you, I never see ~~ ~” .vanaee May their eyes be clear, their noses i \ y 01 7 Be eejoioe. te - keen, their judgment peste oe or gt ea ey a fe dig up some reason why you shoul) ‘yoy can't see anything because of fee the come lube where the men spend their time? |@fus your grandmother an’ separate her/ the dust you have to take from the moéal ou ‘Then, when the poor dears ain't got no- | frum her savings to buy that partioular|park buses,” retorted Miss Mann. ae give « where to go they GOTTA go home an’ foddert “Are we never going to get started?” coming are let their wives jaw ‘em, bitter, on the| ‘I got so that I couldn't look nothin’ | whimpered the peace-maker. onney omart vote question! Then just to mooth the | What had nutriment in it in the face, an’| “Yes, right now,” said Mrw, Biotech py attractive, but ploughed-up turf they'll say yes to any|! took to drinkin’ pepper vinegar {M/ authoritatively. “And the proceeds are pon Meads 95 Dlamed thing put before the house! ‘great quantities, An’ them finally, came to be aent to England to provide del!- nes cnn be wed ft “What would you do if you got the! the climax. It was at a spaghett! foun-| cactes for imprisoned euftragettes—the deteer Bhed, Aspe | > voter” lary, where they were trying out abraad brave, embattled bashibascukettes,” dal Gentwe ts the ‘Me? Ta let the darned thing wither! Of canned macaroni that my ad. writer) “But,” interposed Mrs, Jeary, “whet ted extenaign on thé on the tree!” ahe answered in dtegust. | 44 Olugsing. All of a wudden, with | good will that do? They won't eat in — ‘1 don't want no vote, I never asked | Yard and a quarter of spaghetti om Bis | prison.” Go medion f @or none an' ff they handed ‘em to me, fork, he waves the fork over his head| “qhat's whet I say!” cried Mies fay | i Ta wait unt I had bnough an’ make a/ nd yells: F Mann, “Anyway, I em against un- require 66-8 yards } eofa cushion! ‘ “How's this for a flash on the four-| womanliness in women—voting, bom material 7, 6 14 “Ant apeakin’ of nuisances reminds me! sheets? A cut of the good ship Appetite throwing, Bouse Durning, motoring” yerée M, 4 yards « 2 uv the followin’ unfortunate in my rest-|on the rocks and a life-saving crew (here she stared at Miss Wheeler). ‘I of the ekirt h in-peace photograph gallery: He wus|from Rate Island shooting lines of spa-) may ride a hores, but I do not rite a ; akin h the ad. writer. There wus @ man who|ghett out to it! And the caption, ) hobby.” ba made himself miserable an’ everybody! “Every Line a Live Wire and Every| “The only time I ever saw you on Patters Ne. P @ize around him, by fine-combing the| Wire @ Life Line. String Your Bet on/one it was a hobby—et Coney Ieland!” 8 S, elses f Past, present an’ future, in search of |Our Spaghett.”’ shouted Miss Wheeler, / ° new ies to tell about the particular ar-) ‘Gee, but I wus plenty heartsick.! It looked Nke @ eMnoh, but at that ticle he wuz boosting just then, Now| Why, all the jam-full room was rubber-; moment the strains of ragtime, “Row! F Pte bbbaw