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4 THE EVENING WORLD'S FICTION SECTION, SATURDAY DECEMBER 17, 1921. } enough not to conflict. Roy Duncan, Allen Lansing, Phin Larabee, and one or two others accepted with wild en- thusiasm. They were not forewarned that Idalene was to be a guest. They did not recognize her in the upstand- ing, lithe, smart. triumph of fashion that greeted them by name, though they pretended hastily that they re- membered perfectly. Roy Duncan repeated to Phin Lara- bee his motto: “I’m a rotten name re- memberer.” Who is that pippin any- way?” Phin stared-and stared, and then he gasped: “Lord help us, it's Idalene!"" The Gramlin beau, Allen Lansing, was dancing with her at the time and jinding her perfection. He was sigh- ing into the ear beneath her royal coif- fure: ‘You dance like a dream of de- light, Miss—Miss"’—— Idalene murmured up under his chin: “This dance carns you the bull pup.” Lansing stopped short and accepted the jolts of passing dancers as he floun- dered: “I don’t understand.” idajene explained with almost volup- tuous malice: “Roy Duncan promised you his bull gup if you would dance with me again. This is again.” Lansing made a magnificent recov- ery: “No, | was to dance with you three times more. And I'll hold you ty the bargain.” . Wait Breen noted darkly that Allen Lansing took three dances with Ida- jene. He was jealous now without subtlety or compassion. He had a frenzy for monopoly. When the last house guest had gone up to bed and the last extramural guest was far along the road, Walt checked Idalene as she checked a yawn of replete con- Yentment. He dragged her back to the terrace for a glimpse of the moon, and he growled: “You were wonderful to- night.” “Me wonderful?” she sighed. “I'm only learning my A BC's, I can't play the piano or the ukulele, or paint even water colors, or talk books or polities or anything mueh." “What an ideal wife!’ he said, and then blurted out his hope: ‘Will you be my wife and go West with me?” Ife could see her eyes widén like two tiny moons. When he slipped his arms about her she gulped a deep breath of rapture, and leaned into his bosom for a moment. But as he tightened his clasp she broke loose sharply and fairly barked at him with fa minumum of her new delicacy: “I should say NOT!" Then she ran into the house and up the stairs. She had remembered just in time that Walt belo&ged to Pamela by right of discovery, pro- emption, and devotion. e The Joker Ba ERE is a trick that you can do H the first time you try it. It has, however, all of the effectiveness of a skilfully performed feat of real sleight-of-hand. Ask a spectator to shuffle a pack of cards. When he returns the pack place it face down on your outstretched left hand, Ask the spectator to push the blade of a penknife into the pack, anywhere he likes, Lift those cards which lie above the knife blade and ~ ask him to look at the card which les below; identity, He is urged to take care that you do not see the card. The upper part of the pack is now dropped on the lower part and the spectator is in- vited to cut the pack two or’ three times, each time placing the lower cut replace it and remember its on the upper, Now you extract the joker from the pack. Solemnly ask the joker to name the selected card. Hold the joker to your ear and afser a mo- ment’s hesitation announce the name of the selected card. Here's the secret: Pamela was waiting for her; stared at her; exclaimed: ‘What on earth has happened to you? You are posi- tively beautiful. What is that strange light in your eyes?” “I don’t know,” said Idalene. And she did not know, could not know that it was the benediction of self- sacrifice. It was only when she was alone that Idalene realized how alone she was; how much it meant to give up the Than whom her humble worship had made great and whose love was the uttermost honor she could even dream, She took off her borrowed finery and was herself again, a poor, lone- some thing, loverless, husbandless, the morning paper, whose thumping arrival had not wakened Idalene, his eyes rivalled the yawn of his mouth as he made her out in the hammock. He went and told his mother, who was clattering away ‘in the kitchen; “Ida- lene’s home.” His mother had to go see with her own eyes. The girl was so newly pretty and so winsome that Mrs. Nob- bin sighed: “Let the poor thing have her sleep out.” AMELA also slept gracefully and woke with a smile. But on this morning she was still so drugged with sleep’ when Ni- nette ran in to wake her with the news NEXT SATURDAY’S COMPLETE STORY GOOD WILL TO DOGS A CHRISTMAS STORY By ELEANOR HALLOWELL ABBOTT Full of the Perfume of Balsam and Pine, and Charming, With an Unfolding Love Story ORDER YOUR EVENING WORLD IN ADVANCE childless for the rest of her days. A frenzy seized her and she re- solved to wait no longer. She found her suit case in a closet, stuffed into it all the things she had brought, and dressed herself in the shabby gown that had walked with her into this foreign Eden, She wrote a little letter: Dearest Miss Pamela: You have been a heaven-sent angel to me. But-I don’t belong in heaven. You love Dr. Breen. You couldn't help it. So I will take myself out of your life and his. Fairwel forever, Your loving, grateful, IDALENE. Idalene set this document on a bureau in an envelope addressed to Pamela, and slipped out of the house by the servants’ stairs and trudged, unnoticed, along the roads to the far-away station. It was not yet daylight when she opened the old front gate in Calverly. She tiptoed up the walk and the front steps and found the front door locked. When her brother came barefooted, shirtless and tousled to the door for and the letter of Idalene’s departure that she could not understand its ref- erence to her love of Dr. Breen. Later she understood it, for on her way to breakfast she saw Walt’s bag- gage going down the hall in the grip of two of the men servants. And Walt followed, dressed for travel. “What on earth!” she cried. ‘I’m going West,” he explained “I've got to. Had a telegram. No, that’s a lie, but I’ve got to go back. I came East to ask you to go with me, but—well, the fact is, Pam, you're too fine for me. You're a glor- jous, brilliant, darling creature and I haven't got the heart to drag you out to that plain, rough country.” Her heart leaped to say: “I’m tired of ali this. I long for all that. Take me with you.” But she could not force herself upon him. So she gave him up with a smile. Then she sighed: “Idalene’s already gone, soul.” Walt was still sore tactless enough to snarl: — “Poor little nothing! I asked her to poor little enough and ip rts WEEKEND TRICKS“PUZZLES. Clip Out; Paste on Cardboard or Heavy Paper and Save With Others for Binding in a Book The Crowded Jail. 3 LS is a trick which puzzles many People who-ought to know bet- ter. Perhaps it will be just as well if you are told how to do it, giv- ing you an opportunity to figure out the “why'of it for yourself, Draw a diagram on a slate or black- board like this: 4 And say to your friends: “This represents a jail and each square a cell—ten cells in all. The Sheriff delivers to the Warden eleven prisoners, each of whom must be kep! in solitary confinement. Eleven pri oners, One prisoner to a cell. Ti ¢ cells, What does he do? “He puts two prisoners in the 1i cell--just temporarily.” Make two marks in the first cell as in this diagram: “Then he puts the third prisoner in *the second cell, the fourth in the third cell (make a mark in each cell as each prisoner is placed), the fifth prisoner in the fourth cell, the sixth prisoner in the ifth cell.” Make a mark in each cell as each prisoner is accounted for. Continue When you lift the part of the pack ~ until ‘the Sheriff puts the tenth pris- which lies above the knife blade steal a look at the face of the bottom card of this part of the pack. When the epectator replaces his card and the upper portion -is dropped on it the tard you know will lie on the oard the spectator knows. When you look through the pack fer the joker look for the card ydz noted. Preced- ig it will be the se@ mted ecard. oner in the ninth cell, That leaves the tenth cell vacant. Rub out one of the marks in the first cell and make a mark in the tenth cell, saying: “Then the Warden took the extra man, the eleventh, out of the first cell and put him in the tenth and so solved his problem.” The Predicted Number. RITE a sentence on a card and, without showing what you have written to any one, seal envelope. Give the envelope ome 80 keep until the con- clusion of the ex- nother { paper and ask another spectator to write any number from 1 to 10 upon it. Ask another spec- tator to write a mumber under it. And a third and a fourth and a fifth and a sixth and a seventh to do the game, Then ask some one to add the numbers. After the sum has been an- nounced ask the spectator to open the envelope and read the message on it. The message is: ‘The total of the numbers will be 51," This is correct. How is it done? A confederate’ is needed—a confed- erate who plays s80- inconspicuous a that he will not be suspected. You we told him that the number in the message is to be 61. As each number is written, add them. When the numbers total 41 or more — hand the paper to your confederate. While he ts, seemingty, hesitating ton- cerning which number to write he is edding the numbers, Then he writes a- number that will bring the total to &. Siropte, isn't it? ¢ be my wife last night and ehe nearly snapped my head off.” Pamela thought of this all through breakfast.. Then the truth of it came to her. She saw that Idalene had broken her heart to keep from break- ing Pamela's. She said to Walt: “Before you go West, you're going to motor over to Calverly with me to tell _Idalene good-by. It’s a long ride, but you can pick up your train there.” Walt was stubborn, but she was stubborner. On the way over she ex- plained the situation to him in her own way with a miserly economy of truth. She said, nothing about her own inter- est in the affair, but laid all the blame on Idalene’s notorious meekness: “She adores you, and she doesn’t think herself worthy of your godlike wealth of fascinations and dollars. So she ran away. You take one good look at her in the daylight, and if you can’t read it in her eyes, then I'm a liar and you can go on about your business without being bothered by either of us.” pes When they reached the Nobbin home they found Mrs. Nobbin out in the side yard casting bread upon her chickens. Pamela hung back and pushed Walt forward. Before he could ask where Idalene was, he heard her voice. She was singing. He caught a glimpse of her at the kitchen window. She was in an apron, and her arms were white with flour, but she was more graceful in her gingham than she had once been in the satin con- fection of “Ye L’Art Shoppe.” Her gong was sad but eerily sweet. When she caught sight of him, she thrust her head out of the window and hailed him with a “Hello” that was ambrosia] with welcome. All he could say was “Hello!” She leaned her elbows on the sill and said: “Well, the wallflower has come back to the wall.” “Not for long,” he groaned, then he reached up and plucked her. He caught her two hands and dragged her squealing right through the win- dow, and caught her in his arms, and hugged her so hard that neither of them heard her mother indulging in amazed profanity: ‘‘Land’s sakes to goodness!" Neither of them heeded the racket of the panic-stricken poultry. Neither of them saw that Pamela's eyes were now enriched with the divine light of self-sacrifice. The rich simply get everything away from the poor. THE END. , Copyright. All rights reserved Printed by arrangemnent with Metropolitan Newspaper Service, New York. “Try It Yourself.” OW for a little catch—a combina- N tion of a trick and a puzzle, In this all of the spectators see (or think they see) just how you do the trick. For some strange reason they will find that it is not quite so easy to do. Three matches, buttons or coins are needed, Place the three objects in a row on the table. Pick them up, one at a time, counting “one, two, three.” Replace them, one at a time, counting ‘four, five, six.” Pick them up one at a time, counting “seven, eight, nine.” Here is where the trick comes in. As you count “nine” lift the ninth match and immediately replace it. Ikeplace the other two matches, count- ing, ‘‘Ten, and one more makes eleven.” By this miscounting you have made four times three seem to beeleven. A ctator will immediately declare that ere isn't any trick about thai. Hand him cnet matches and let him try, It is almost certain that he will fail. The secret is that the trick must be- gin with the matches on the table. The natural thing for the spectator to do when you hand him the matches is to count them out of his hand. @ry it both ways before you do the trick im pwhlic,