The evening world. Newspaper, July 25, 1914, Page 10

See THERE aint MUCH OF @ MATTRUS ON TH COT AN' MY OLD BONES 1S SHARPERN THEN USED T BE! RN Pat? ae New W BONS. | HAD YOU cous uF eo. wMsit ME SO WE COULD HAVE. THE COLLEGE GLEE CLUB York. Saturday. FALTH-TEETH IN THe WATTAT AN’ WHEN +8 4uNTED FoR THEM- QuUANTET TOGETHAW AcAIY AND BESIDES | WANT TO ERENAOE @ GIRL TONGHE AY GBB PLCOBY ay BANG “Au Him AY REFUSE TD MAT HE'S GoNnA WRESTLE wrt GIDNEY “mane UP" and KOT WIT A REAL GoRULA, wa CAN CET Busy on Tus mim The Story of “Cabiria” on his triumphal progress through the streets of the Eternal City. Maasinissa went to Sciplo’a camp to plead for permission to keep Bopho- n sah Sai | Garphage's ruler. Teo Years later eae wacie Ba Ws ed ee The proud Numidian King, who had never before stooped to ask a favor of any man, humbled himacif almost in the dust before the con- queror, He reminded Scipio of the services CHAPTER IV. The Escape. INISSA, King of Nu- midia, besieged Cirta. Hin Vengeance was but half @omplete, He had captured end humbled Syphax, the ‘who had won Sophonisba from But Sophoninba herself was the wife of Syphax. Massinissa Byghax led around the walls uf 4m chains for all to s gtormed the city, solzed ‘Presence of his victorious troops _ & Gay or ty tater <he cenqueror to hear of the two men who barricaded themselves in a col- and who atill r ed all efforts @vercome them. Such bravery the Numidian King. He re- Maciste and Fulvius and scnt @hem on fheir way to Scipio's camp. ay Pulvics would sot leve Cirta ut an empt i find Cabiria. Sophonisba told him the gir) had Ané he went back, broken to bis duty. Asa matter of Caviria was alive. But she was Prison, awaiting Kartholo’s return, Y was not left long to ‘Bis new-found happiness as bridegroom. Beiplo @ Roman general, de- ake was lawfully his i intended to carry ‘year there to make her ne ta am chaine a} his chariot-whvel WRASTLE DAS GORILLA OR § ANYTHING GLBE - -- HEY - AXEL-- wart Ys awanna BxPLain ABOUT --- eT Novelization of D’Aununzio’s Spectacular Photoplay Now at the Knickerbocker | PRWARURRUUH0000000000000000000000009 he and his Numidians had rendered to Rome. He called to Scipio's mem- ory the fact that it was he who had struck the death-blow to Syphaa’s power and thus had left Carthage helpless against the Roman invasion, He besought Sophonisba’s life and freedom in reward for all this, Scipio was deaf to the bridegroom's anguished plea. Then, in rage, Mas- sinissa cast off al) allegiance to Rome and defied Scipio to do bis worst. Scipio did it. He had Maasinissa seized and held prisoner in the Ro- man camp. Then he sent Falvius to Cirta to arrest Sophoniaba and to bring her back, It was a thankless mission. Yet Fulvius had no alter- native but to obey, Pulvius was about to set out to ch he was intercepted by Massi- nissa, who found a chance to speak to him in secret. Massinixssa begged Fulvius (in return for having released | him and Maclate from the cellar at Cirta) to let him send a message to | Sophonisba. Fulvius consented and placed Maciate at the captive Numid- | fan's service, Massinissa gave Maciete a bracelet whereon was engraved a warning that Sophonisba would understand, | Outstripping his master, the Ethiop giant arrived at Cirta and forced his way into the palace, There he de- livered the bracelet to the Queen, Sophonisba read the warning on It and she understood, Far too proud to live on as a slave and march be- hind her conqueror’s chariot through the etreets of Rome, she drank poison, Fulvius arrived at the palace on his mission of arrest just as the beau- tiful and unhappy Queen was breath- ing her last, But Sophoniaba, grateful to Fulville for the message that saved her ¢ shame of slavery, rallied her ebbing: forces for a moment. She sent for Cabisia, The girl was brought fom her cell to the amazed joy of Fulvius, who had believed his little sweet- heart dead, The dying Queen Joined the lovers’ hands then sank back dead. Bhe was free, In death she had eluded the penalty that awaited all Rome's foes, Bhe had, by her rash deed of self mumer, outwitted Rome's craftiest weneral, ‘The war was ended. Carthage lay humbled in the dust. Rome had no longer a@ rival on the face of the earth. Back to Italy sailed the mighty war fleet of Scipio Africanus, And on the deck of one of the war galleys, in the dying sunset light, stood two figures outlined against the sunset. They were @ man and a woman—Cabiria and Fulvius Avilla, clasped in each other's arms, their ey: fixed on the far-off and receding shores of Carthage, the city where tney had suffered wo bitterly and where they had at last found each other and- Hickville Doings From Our Mi Me Correspondent Hazen Conklin it, 181 Publ 5 SoOrr, New’ York evening wordy PERSONALS AND LOCALS. | ZRA HICKS, our | Creesus, says as how while Ezra jr.'s first year in col- lidge might of learnt him a lot about Greek roots, which ta a furrin kind of vegitubble, it ain't Jearnt him no new wrinkles on stuff that kin be riz in this climate, Miss Buphemta Hicks has writ « Mmerick for your valued correspond- ent to publish in this collum of local {ntelligents. ‘This Is It: To her husband a woman said I ace that the buatle ts buck.” Then her husband, ses he, “Why, where else would it be?” “Jack, “Quack! Quack!” Miss Jonnie Hillbush, assisted by her sister Rowena, is gettin her true- sew ready agin ber comin marriage to Bud Halters. She got @ style book from the city, but she says as how all the styles in It must be for what they call “comin out" gowns, for it shows the young ladies fairly poppin right out of em, She ain't decided yit who she's goin to have to give her away. Amos Crabb, our local sneerer, says as how Bud Js the one to worry was kinda wild afore be stiddied down. Gideon Spriggs got the best of a love! THE END, -*' pair of city chaps who was goin by ‘is place 1b @ auiymobesi yeatidday, village | HOw t And tho ducks in the yard crted,| Gid was putterin round the barnyard barefoot and the clty chaps stopped jand they soz: | on. | he out.” catch Gid, order cequestin | purty durable pair of shoes you have jon't never have to patch em, some extry mule shoes in the barn that you kin have when yourn wear There don't no fresh city chaps ‘Town Clerk Hippolyte Harkness 1s fixin to start a bureau of informa- | tion in our midst. Amos Crabb, our local sneerer, says as how If thore's| over who'll give him away, for Bud| anythin goin on in our midst that there don't everybody know about alreddy the local gossips must all be away on @ vacation. Fun for the Home and the Ride Home wt +p TePPeD ON THEM AN Tait Him Heat ON HTH Foot e TLOVE THE N@-A-AME OF cave MeN- REE! ww MAN- HeN- HeN- Ree! of Amos Crabb, our local sneerer’s best sneers. Amos sneered four for us. He saya hell sneer some more some time when he's feelin good and sneery. Here's the ones he sneersd for us right off the reel: "The reason more people ain't got hoes sense is because they've got too much mule in ‘em. “Hello, Si; that's a quick asa> (nk, Gid, Nope, but I've got @ woman change her mind, but if she's let alone she'll change it forty times a day of her own accord, “Every farmer in Hickville kin tell |you how the affairs of the nation ought to be handled when they're in Bemia Bros.’ tack room, but git ‘em home and see how they handle ther corner of it! “When you hear a man all the time talkin about hia affairs you kin make in Hickville r \ y Your valued correspondent got your! up your mind that his affairs are a) (Seay Sepilea old lazybon ® collaciign of some tgiin” _ phe wees By C. M. P: “There ain't no mere man kin make VELL , VY DIDNT CHA TELL ME ? Good Stories of the Day His Happtest’ Moment. BACHELOR of considerable ‘wealth was much eought after by many of the most charming young wonten of the town, Minnie Rivers, a very pretty maid- en, was eure ad brought him al- int of @ proposal, “What was the happiest momeat of your life?” she asked, while they we d taking @ moonlight stroll one ing. ‘he happiest moment of my life," the bi oF we a Te when thi ‘~ eller took back’ an engagement bee and gave me some cuff links in ex- change.”—Harper’s Magagine, —— She Fixed It. BRITISH genera! on his return from one of the innumerable “little wars” of his time brought with him a flag all tattered and torn and riddled with bullets, which he showed with pride to his family and household. Next morning this Sophy was to be presented to the cor '- in-chief. When he. came to look for the flag it was missing, "Whore ts my flag?” he cried in con- imacnence. hy S His housekeeper brought It with a smile of proud satisfaction. ot | sat up all night and mended it, and | now it 1s as good as new,” she cried.— | The ‘Tatler. es A Good Excuse, HUNTER over in the mountains AN once bad a dinner with @ quer ulous old fellow who was cem- plaining about hard times, “Why, man,” said the Nimrod, "you G to be able to make lote of money. growing and shipping potatoes to market,” “Yes, I orter,” was the eull \° ply, “You have the land, I suppose and can get the seed?" “Yes, | guess #®." "Then why don't you'go into the business?” "No use, stranger,” he old 00 pokey to do & J t