The evening world. Newspaper, September 12, 1914, Page 10

‘September 12, “Pop's” Advice Was Good, —Only He Didn’t Give Enough of It! i ¢ Hey! YA Now THEYRE SETTLING HIS WAR BUSINESS OVER In BUROPE et we DIDN'T I TeLL You To TURN FALL pack # SYa HEAR ME? ~ WITHOUT BAWLING THINGS UP, AXEL. WMAN | GIVE “THE SIGNAL - You JUMP OF “THE TRENCH AN’ WAVE “THR OF TRUCE In THe AIR = THEN PALL GACK Like. You Gor suoT! de You cer me? Come on axeL! Out OF THE TRENCH WITH THAT FLAG Novelettes of the "1 New York Streets‘ Washington Street — The Wisdom of Mahomet ‘Writes Expresiy for The Evening World By Ethel Watts Mumford Reprvight, 1914, vy the Prom Publishing Co, (The New York Ereing World.) E was 6 Hereditary Baint, which i, all things consid. ered, the most comfortable way of being @ saint. Down the echo- ing halle of time fathers from generation Hon had.trod the paths of for from the root of the Hithey sprang, and their right! But here it is different—and here, clty’a 5 minister, justice.” 7 EBSD ABA Lng sudden commotion wi at the front of the long, Darrow rose, ‘here entered three Arabs, tall, mus cular men, in native dress. Wi them they coerced a fourth, whose garments, of Oriental cut, were loud {n color and whose beard was worn under one ear, The odd that cherished hirsute adornment; gave him @ strange appearance, and his eyes were fear-stricken. He was dragged before who was gas- ing abstracted|?: at: the water-pipe feed paid ag ca ther cap- or captive. 8 it “I kiss the tects bi "mileene @ fect,” he murmured, “This dog we bring to judgment.” + "I gee no dog.” looked _ nonplused, Tye beareea fellow to of the represen- Row upon the shoul: or Kasean, and he was.priest and plentate and court of last resort to st the impassive tative of Mahomet. Lae Te pee g henttateds Kassan raised a elim hand. “What Allah hath formed in the image of man should not lightly be called ‘a dog’—even if he be an un- believer call him not ‘dog.’ Now tell # me, of what does he stand accused?” “He is a pest, a flight of locuste, a plague in Egypt,” the tall man jeatern have trouble with his troupe) Kasean was referee, the camel driver in the} PATRIA Fale “That is indeed evil,” Kassan re- plied, “but why speak as the wind ks, that when the branch creaks not a octal, nelther is tel Eaypt @ locust, neither e in Tell thy tale. wb The Arab was dumb, but a short stocky man who resembled him #0 strongly that he was manifestly a ving brother come to reacue, them home when dead an He telleth fortunes in the i the exiles that would re-| C hrm to Morocco and the East, that on Di-yearly journey he might con- them home, For his own part, aeditary saint or not, no creed Y in his broad humanity— his heart went out to the the sweetness of his dig. only equaled by the un- 4 glee of his sense of humor, Kassan. Now he sat in Teas iy jtash ni $ at on the little high- ‘was thick as soup, and goatal in @ cup of amber resting rl holder of foliated sil- .t agure of od house, to- and astrologers dwell not in the tents of Coney”—the unabashed o1 hasted to exculpate himself—"but he hath a0 beseemed him that tongues of evil do bear upon the holy faith of our fathers—for he pretendeth to be an Arab and after day he is bey ite ies and such is his cun- Gelight, and nibbed at | rainent tne ih nuts. “The ind because of him taunted and brought to “Say, old"—the artist was about to gay “top,” and swallowed the rd acket Ki miled at the inter- ruption, It gave him time to think, “This o1 he said solemnly to his ‘1914 h Giorld, Aw NIX! DAS GROUND AINT SOFT ENOUGH To FALLON! followers a wise man of the city. He seeks to see the justice of our ways that he may learn thereby, To him I will explain.” In a few words he page ie tontlar clear, call that tough,” the re; = re of Donisental learning remarked, “A booger and puts ‘em in wrong. ‘She is without, oh, thi How aid they get ica ber, ayes @ 1s without, oh, imaster,” they Tak the cuanilan Seni. enawered in cho it Is not meet Behold, she fretendeth to be one who escaped he tents of a sheik and she dan not even the Qured-Nails, the desert dancing giris, would dare to dance, For one “quart dolla” dances she. “Bring her hither,” the Saint com- manded reluctantly. The True Be- he came forth from the place where he maketh scandal we took him and the woman’ “The wo. looking up eagerly. an.” down, I will. Don't you thinks you ginks can pull anything like this off with it.” eyes snapped. “It I say the word,” he sald, “you wouldn't know yourself from kous kous, which is Arabic for breakfast food—and as for any complaints, I'll have your ot hington 3? Weill, sit with me, friend.’ artist stretched his legs hut up.” claimed the Saint, “I see no wom: The charlatan gasped. Thi that in the Hereditary Saint’ that left him amazed and convinced. He straightened the false beard has- tily to give his twitching fingers some my word is of weight with them that it in the seats of justice. Now you © was janner If lt Were a Real War Instead How Would Axel\and -M, Flooey Be Acting? DIRECTIONS ALE INDEFINATE AS PERSISTS JANDING IT | Not Perfect. 66] HAVE a stenographer no proclaimed a prominent bust- { ness man, “who comes pretty | ctowe to being a prize. She is always | punctual, always neat, and her man- ners are perfect. Sne has a pleasant voice, she is nice to look at, and she doesn’t chew gum. She never flirts and she is never impertinent.” “Almost a pri: epeated one who was listening. “Why, ‘s almost too gvod to be true. What's the mat- ter with her?” “She can't take dictation and she | doesn't know how to use a type- , @ fellow can't have every- thing perfect."—Pittsburgh Chronicle. —o Early Breakfast. | ENATOR LORIMER and Con- } gressman Rainey of Mlinois will never forget their trip down the Illinois and Mississipp! rivers several years ago, when they soughf to blaze ‘the way for a deep waterway. “The Senator and 1 had many unique experiences on that trip,” said ‘Rainey. “We traveled in @ twenty- aix foot launch, and our trip resulted in uniting forty-one organizations under ‘dig ‘er deep’ banners, | “One night we were floating about forty nflles north of tho Arkansas line, when it dawned uy) we ought to put up for e night, [t was beastly dark, but we heard the barking of doge and surmised wi had struck a lumber camp. “I jumped out and knocked all the more than comic. “Can it, Mamie," the son of the stars ordered. “Can the rough stu: says he'll have us mushed, It's you and your bum dancing that gets us in wrong all over the lot.’ \| ‘The belle of the Arab village turned Desert. “Not on It's you ehort changing the customers. It's you hittin’ the booze, that's what it Is.’ Kassan looked at woman and she froze under his given ‘ 7 Kr my ople,” he said slowly urning to Bis followers he signed them out to the street. They went. “And now," he aald, “we will talk. You call yourself Mahometane. It seems your bblutfons are but few—and as for the Life of Purity that our law de- mands, it 1s naught to your kind. Henceforth oall yourself what you will, but not Arabs—for surely will people descerid upon you to upon them. eto Capt. Leary and Coney will ny vee tar more, even than the Sahara from which you do not come. le shall return you to your reafter you shall be Hindoos.”” powkn, Gee!” he grumbled, “we can't that Gypsy gag no more, lay, Meme, that Hindoo thing’s a good Ma ‘agfame ahrugged: “Ab! yourself be bluffed.’ you let t such hould -" Mevers d ‘ted to: fetch the Sh: - taken away, and I will find! occupation, and turned, scowling,| “Bluffed?” said the Saint, “T un- ore, eee ae the Prenat ee te ste ee One. The instant thes’ hed dec| the testimony onthe ‘drunk end dis-| toward his partner. She was coarsely |derspeak my meaning always.” He "We," the spokesman replied, “we| “Ani Kassan de-| parted the fortune teller rose with| orderly’ change, and also the dancing | pretty, but her calsomined counte-|said it as Nemesis might have Cat of allver| manded. “Who knows from whom I|suddea bravery. |; of Fatima be gazed upon by the| nance was now convulsed with epoken. Mamie, the Pride of the hire a fire] will withold my face. Tell me this you,” he swaggered, “them | pious A ce youie orale, Ijand = burst into curses in Desert, knew cram when she heard it abame, theo brin; be» | ope myere tidnapesd mo and | will your lor you at Coney—| accents of Harlem. The treat | —avhich wep geldonn Give this ube sake | ar say poopie do ov lis to mo en! wiih ber eoetuste made the exhibition “Au right, Boss,” che eaid, airily, e \ . Te LCE {with the young men in the office,; nus that, bark off my shins getting over drift. | His Nibs here's got a pull, and he} py, In To wood jogs, 1 Gnally sighted a hub {and begged a woman there to fin ging for two, “We'll pay twice the regular rates |and even more, and all wo ask is that you wake us early so we can be om our way.’ I said. For a time th woman hesitated, but the proffers double payment overcame her and she consented to let un stop. : ; ‘What timo can you have us up? a ‘a e replied, ‘we uns dows jhere have breakfast at four, but jyou gentlemen must cet up early. | ues fix it for you.’"—€t. \Louls Post-Dispatch, ! i Was It for Him? LITHERS and’ Smithers were. B neighbors. They were friend@\ before they became nelehbore, Tho enmity started by Buthers's boy pushing Smithers's kid off a high picket fence and nearly breaking his | young neck. Then Smithers kitted ‘four of Bllthers's chickens, After that they glared at each other like @ couple of horse thieves, Blithers hired a colored man to mow his lawn, ‘Rastus threw the grass over the fence into Smithers's yard, “Hey, you!” yelled Smithers, "What ‘in thunder are you doing?” *Rastus blinked, “Dash foh yo' mo@l, mister,” he smiled. | “Mule!” roared Smithers. “I alg't got no mule.” Rastus stared, “Ain'tcha?” he gasped. scratched his head, “Das funn: jadded. ‘De gemman what lib here say de grass fob de jackass nex’ doh!"—Judge. Th “we'll slide us for the Hindoo biz.” asst od and convened the talnera—then aproached with humility. Kassan raised his hand in his familiar gesture, that admitted of no argument, F “Ye will take these impostors back to the tents of Coney,” ry com- manded, “but know that from now on they will in no wise offend the True Bellevers, or they will no longer be an offense, save in their own nostrils, And as fo: isten unto me. Where. fore do you lift up your voices against that which is but a sham? Say thou when men taunt thee: ‘They know aot the truth.’ For that which is not true cannot harm the truth, be not followers of Mahomet, even though they paint their faces and put on the garments of grace and green turban of Mecca. They are the spawn of the streets pie fh a they remain. Turn deat eare ye urbans of the yeripans to the words of fools an bee: the Real Faiths Listen” onde t al Faith. Listen to my w and: ponder them: ‘Though “he cat have kittens in the oven, shall they be loaves of bread?” ig Kassan, the Saint, pli mouthplace of the pipe to his lips—and afar the vision of the Heavenly Garden: Slowly his followers marched the Presence, surrounding in a hollow square the very much impressed, ture Hindoos. Once more and bis friend, the artist, were The water in the hubble-rubbie sled with a soothing purr, and Sante ces ie e erloan tobacce, z bi ed the am! melled ane