The evening world. Newspaper, September 26, 1914, Page 8

~ ereETEN ae Tie Jy SNS x aoe ol : eacee ’ we ~ “Home and Com THE EVENING WORLD, Ssturday. Se MATTER’ POP?” “ “ “ 4 or, afer WEA i is I cor THe MY MOTHER Never Nou -HAve NoT! OUR MOTHER CuTs A Piz IN MORE a Worraan WEVE Got THe Gives US | THAN : ‘ REST bag dik Two Pisces a : ® IF We WANT Tv COME ON -HERE CLINCH- HERE CLINCH ! - ~- --WYA-a-a- CLINCHE Py aes, ‘our Y MOREY our COULD PRE UP THE HOUSE WITH ® LITTLE COME TO CALL PAINT. ANY ME COME COED wits ‘TO pte mber 26 a -_ By Ferd G. Long (Conrriate, 184, Prowe Pvbtisting Ce. (W. ¥. Brenmeg Werte) Novelettes of the New York Streets Lexington Avenue—A Denaturalized Citizen. Witten ty Tho Brening World j By Ethel Watts "Mumford Crore, 24, Wy to Pam Pellehiog On’ Cibo Tow Tat Ormeg West) Bw piames. Her drea, of some heavy| Nesadian starcd at her. ‘Does Zado| wife silk, wae wine colored and trimmed | know?” he asked, drink with velvet, And she wore buttoned! “Of course not,” \she sneered. “Do |g boots with white tops. Long Cor/| you think I am so stupid? Why, he nellan earrings set in fine filigree} would not become American if he gold completed the adornment of the| knew. And what chance would I have future suffragettes, She came forward | if we go before the Consul, and I omiling, shook bands and threw her-| say I want me a divores? But you eelf into a chair, slammed down a/ can get me one with such simple ease, handful of gaudy totlet trinkets and| when once we are all Americans to- enveloped the gentleman opposite| gether.” with the limpid glory of her tropic glance. . | of the girls we send out for the sum- mer trade, No, I think women should think.” They Wd think, no matter WHAT you think,” laughed the law- yer, pleased with his own smartness, ae he lit a cigarette, His two friends got up from tne table, and Nasadian arose to follow , | thetr example, Ferad, the proprietor, came for- ward bowing. “A telephone from a lady, whe begs that you wait a moment. She will Join you presently, Mr. Nazadian. She asked if you were here and who en,” said the lawyer, disgust- ey “Mf you want a divorce, you will have to go away—west, or north, know.a cont how to get ordere tn writing. She can collect. In Armenia of what many yards of writing reareRiet ey ff LJ divorce,” he 1’ will have no hand e ored the latter statement, being by honestly puzsied by the complications. 4 Gah, sheng t jer” fled because I want @ divorce? I do not believe you. You seek to deceiv me because you are mad with mo “I ghall inform Zado at once,” his friend exclaimed with emphasis. “You wish to see met” he etam-| “This is disgraceful!” mered, recovering slowly from his} She ‘looked at him with horrified eurprise. Hy i 23 # | E; ll Fy 5 s H » pleading. “Yes,” ehe beamed. “Me, I want to| “Then you lied to me,” she almost consult with you. Perhaps you know |sebbed. “You told me yourself, that that I have arranged to have*my|your #0 noble profession kept the ts i; | | te “THE DAY OF MIRACLES 1S NOT PAST.""—ED. JARR fortunate, indeed!” And HY, how fortunate!” cried 66 Mr. Michael Angelo Dinkston. “How very he seized Mr. Jarr’s Band an@ shook it most cordially. ‘Then Mr. Jarr endeavored to shake ea—| Mr. Dinkston more or less cordially, for he knew {f there was anything for- tunate in their moeting it was rather for Mr. Dinkston. “I'm tn @ hurry, along!” said Mr. Jarr, affecting the bustling business man method of getting rid of un- welcome company. “Well, I'm in no hurry, so I'll ac- company you!” eaid Mr. cheerfully. He was one of the best accompa- nists in Mr. Jarr’s social eet. He could accompany you on foot, in vehicles or on the plano, “Ah, nothing like a brisk walk!" Dyhkaton, after they bad spurted down the avenue for a ore By C. M. Payn WHERE UPON ALLIES RETIRED IN PERFECT O FOR WAN’ AMMUNITION Dinkston | clal Reaieetapt 1914. DER oF THE MARRYING OF MARY By Thornton Fisher’ Mary’s Beau Is Going te Make a Very Long “Call.” Jour emily By Rov MsCardell Oopyright, 1914, by The Press l'ublakiug Co, (The New York Evening Worlt). one and the walk will do @00d,"* replied Mr. Dinkston. “Beat thing for you! A foutra for an autol” ‘ell, I ¢ouldn’t give a foutra fop an auto if autos were felling three for a foutra. Anyway, I don’t know what a foutra is!" grumbled Mr. Jarr. “A foutra ie Shakespearean" —— be- an Mr. Dinkston. “There's no euch make of car!” terrupted . arr. “Anyway, I Going to say that I never wae s up in my Hfe.” “What nonsense!" cried Mr. Din’. ton. Tete, ronments! | Fou, with & good post » good health, a bapny bome-—why, you are a millionaires “How long may my position last, eb?" asked Mr. Jarr. “As: for good health, that only means a hearty appetite and with the present high prices of food it's fatal to ba good tite.’ “T tell you the depression, the finan ton, is only percho! jogical,"* the blithe Dinkston. “Ang your depression is physical. You whould get out into the open air more, ope deep, aspire hight” 4 “That's easy enough for eae, dole who haven't a renponatbiltyt e r. “But I have res ropgine ig Y T hae Mr. Jerr came near adding * | aay responsibitties Joy in 0. i She “4 them!" cried the poet. “I have in becomes American. There-| she Zado become an American.” secrets of your eae Mle the priest | Me. Weant a divorce from Zade. f pte volts Bi Pothing ike] triends to help and cheer.” ‘4 1 American, lawyer? | ane “Oh, bo!” exclaimed the importer! He nodded. “I congratulate you, It|keeps the secrefl of the confessional. | tell you, I want me a divorce and I wood appe- | y4,! Tish yould cheer me thew” said em, ado, come arrange | tron. and the jeweller in chorus.,“It is well | {9 as it dhould be.” He felt at home,|How could you dare to tell? And,| will buy me one right here in New 1 Ab, you lucky | Parting shot and fe could wet eit of you the Customs OU Bay | ini that we get us away and leave Naza- | now that he bestrode his hobby. “The| besides,” she added, “I can pay you; *% to his feet and alia Mpg eroellent ome optimist. 'l am neasi fe unjust. I explain. sue- | of to his rendesvous.” eo beautiful, simple laws of this coun-| well, for just as soon as we are ‘on the table. | bachelors in our elute; Tam ue feon| orasy wondering who T can, borro ft le always justice. “Bani” exclaimed the lawyer, |try make it the desirable thing for | Americans, I shall make Zado release) “You are woman with no heart!"| of clubs.” ‘ wre DIehon bores inte a’ peat G8 cay I will take out my citisen soon will she| throwing out his round chest with|the business, It 1s because of that, |to me my dower, Americar? women |he roared. “1 tall you you connor get! | Mr. Jerr + Dinkaton al raughter, “Worrying about a iitiie You, Selim, you work 1n/ vote of her own; | flattered importance, “a cllent—a|that I became an American lawyer, |bave their doweries for their own, 40/ Ong cause. And I tell you I ced oars ean ee ‘i ate dt caotee thing like that?” be iked, “Why, You bring goods from cannot unless I amj|client. Do not make for yourselves | It is pleasure towme to practise my |they not? Then will I be what you jet roe: Oo Shame my good friend) being tired of clubs, but whether it| terra surprise Sir. jokston, han ed from Syria. You have girle| American—oh, these women!" excitements.” #0 noble profession. I am hondred|call ‘pretty well fixed’ Then I open| Zale.” aa prom zabelie’s| 728,84 Fun of clubs at cards o. police-| him a roll of bills. “Ob, don't thanks there who work needle fingers) ‘The ldwyer emiled with eeif-eatis- || ‘They hurried out with voluble|that you would make your husband ah|my lace shop, and I care not what|s0.snd her eyes grew larger and| men’s clube he was up a me", added the optimist, “T would you. You cannot bring them chaff, leaving Nesedian etanding at| American, too—and,” he bawed gal-|Zade does with hie eo dusty old larger. aration Utena Catton t pare only Joat It. big dele Wer here to work for you, you say| “Ah,‘ae I told you, {t 1s the law or|the long bay window fronting the|lantly, "I hear that you, yourself, hat Oe 7 care tO Meany mai| the impression it wi BaP ee it te wrong.’ I explain. You as-/ the making of it that brings us in.| street, They turned to wave # hand | would be a citizenons,” imple law! So—thia law would where @ man might dine and sleep At the Opera here it ts easy to under-| You see, Zabelle herself has been en- | to him and receive his jovial, shrug-| She nodded. “Sure,” she said. “T} go, me shame Zado—me, who have | ®! he En Coe ie in solitary yr i e At home, tn Armenia, what te ging farewell. Then he turned back, | have heard you so often explain the Se eee oe ee Thepe dare’ ia | be brought the poet home to dinner| A CERTAIN Representativein Cone law?” ordered a small glass of anise seed | advantages. It is to you I owe my q eid Nie ia fave tl Gace y unannounced have such a law!—to cet me a divorce | Zadelle ia a wise girl, if she ts your | liquor, and disposed himeelf to wait. | determination. Your wise words have nat just as quickly as you can, please.” Oriental way. Me, when I wife, Kinikian.” Not for long, however, for with a| rested in my mind and borne fruit./" “But what grounds have ,7ou for! “No, no," scream I got me te The happy husband heaved a/| quick frou-frou of ekirta the lady |It ts because of the laws that I bave|@ divorce? Zado te a seh res ne ae a Wren, see the ater piled fe eo much | mighty sigh and rose from the table, | came hastily in, made Zado take out his papers, He|, “Ob. She neree Bay wear daye of leaving his matzoon untouched! ‘To his sufprise he beheld the shape-| Will soon now have those that seal) “nut that lsn't a legal reason.” But Zabelle's indignation was gal- * reached for his hat and overcoat and/jy figure of Zabelle Kintkian, Za-| Dim an American forever, Then, at ited. loping off with h "You talk of the so beautiful law,” she raged. “Bah!” Do you think I t my Zado become an American —me?-after this? Not much. home. 1 tear up those papers of naturalising my Zado to be such a kind of American feller! My Zado! ‘We will see. No, I will not tear them up. I will burn them with fire. I will goatter the ashes with curses on them! Me to shame my Zado—never! cnet dy" te bel OO aR ‘Not’ Douted. “Been if he beat you”--— the law- yerwent mel” she interrupted, and Sashed a fierce ce bowed himself out. They watched him cross Lexington avenue and turn into Twenty-third street. Then Zado spoke r-ta-law of mine is ie beautiful, bul once, I shall want you to procure for me a divorce by your beautiful and simple law.” “What brieked the lawyer, hard. | ° ty able to we belle, the would-be citizeness, was about as foreign appeart: young woman as could be found in all jclty’s cosmopolitan length. Her skin was swarthy and ber eyes ao beauti- ul and large that they dwarfed the is nS T go flesh of the ter, “He is & good man. . He does not eats Zago, and for that you make him| Tbe an American!” Ghe nodded brightly. “Sure,” she eel Mrs, Jarr wouldn't be eased. “Ah, beautiful Autumn weather! Auburn Autumn, I call tt!" said the biithe poet. “Look at the splendor in the sky! The minted gold Aurora st 8 her largéas to the depart- "m glad Aurora has minted ld to aoatter as her | ‘ia - led Mr. Jarr. He was making the last--or rather the firet-—desperate manoeuvre & man makes when he pl sees op pers hed Send rae he ing. He an ir, tevit witha bard luck story, a? ily ing Teo if things koe) ings 13 vo be coe aa wale maces grees, from the West, is very fond of music, and It annoye him to a degree at the opera to pere ceive the inattention of the audience, One night when ho had slipped over to New York to visit the Metropolitam @ friend found him supping at. @ Broadway establishment. “I bave been to the opera,” said he, sponse to the uther's inquiry. Vhat did you bear?” “I heard,” said the representative, “that the Twillers are going to ah divorce, that young Van XO aapdeat Bhrouide