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WOODVILLE RUBLI0,t', WOODVILLle., MISSISSIPPI
Three Men and aMaid
Copyright by George H. Doran Co.
"ALPH ONSO. n
Mrs. Horace Hlgnett. world-
famous writer on theosophy, au-
thor of "The Spreadlng Light,"
etc.. etc•. arrives in New York on
, lecturing tour. Eustace, her
son.is with her. Wind]es, amces-
tral home of the Hlnetts. is his,
so her life is largely devoted to
keeping him unmarried. Enter
her nephew, Sam, son of Sir Mal-
laby Marlowe, the eminent Lon-
don law.vet. It is arranged that
Sam and Eustaee shall sail to-
gether on the Atlantic the next
day, Enter Bream Mortlmbr.
American, son of a friend of an
Insufferable American named
Bennett who has been pestering
Mrs. Htgnett to lease Wlndles.
Bream informs her that Wll-
helmlna Bennett is waiting for
Estacs at the Little' Church
Round the Corner Bream him-
self is in love with Wilhelmlna.
By P. q. IDODEHOUSR
tights.
no ["
Sam rose. His heart was light. He
had never, of course, supposed that the
girl was anything but perfect; but it
was nice to find his high opinion of her
corroborated by one who lind no rea-
son to exhll)h her in a favorable light.
He understood bet point of view qnd
sympathized with It. An Idealist, how
could site trust herself to Eustace Hlg-
heft? How could she be content with
a craven who. Instead of scouring the
world in the quest for deeds of derring
do, had fallen down so lamentably on
bis first assignment? There was a
specious attractiveness about poor old
Eustace which might conceivably win
a girl's heart for a time; he wrote
poetry, talked well, and bad'a nice
singing voice; but, as a partner for
Ufe well, he simply wouldn't
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Bnt In thin flannel trousers, "Are you fond of Tennyson?" I pened to mention his name in the
"I worship him," said Sam reverent- course of conversation. Further pour-
ly. "Those--" he glanced at bls cuff-- parlers having passed with her aunt,
"those Idylls of the King! 1 do not two more sisters, and her little broth-
like to think what an ocean voyage er, he felt tbat the moment had at-
would be If I had not my Tennyson
with me."
"We must read him together. He is
my fllvorite poet !"
"We will! There Is something about
Tennyson. ."
.
"Yes, isn't there! I've felt that my-
self so often!"
"Some poets are whales at epics and
all that sort of thing, while others call
It a day wben they've written some-
thing that runs to a couple of verses,
but where Tennyson had the bulge was
that his long game was Just as good
as his short. He was great off the tee
antl a marvel with his chip.shots."
rived when he might send her a vol-
ume of Shelley, with some of the pas-
sages marked in petvll. A few weeks
later, he Interviewed her father and
obtained his consent to the paying
of his addresses. And finally, after
writing her a letter which began
"Madam! you will not have been in-
sensible to the fact that tot some time
past [you have inspired In my bosom
feelings deeper than those of ordinary
Mrs. Hignett marches off to Eus-
race's room. The scene shifts
to the Atlantic at her pier, Sam.
heading for the gangplank, meets
a glorious, red-headed girl. with
whom he instantly falls in love.
though her dog bites him. Eus-
tae appears, heart-broken. It
appears that lls mother had
"pinched his trouters'" and de-
layed the ceremony, whereupon
"Wlihelmina had declared the wed-
ding off. Sam is pushed over-
board, has a desperate struggle
in the water with another swim-
mer and rejoins the Atlantic at
quarantine. The red-headed girl
is WHhelmina Bcnnett"Billie."
She hall€Sam as a hero and in-
troduces Bream.
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CHAPTER Ill---Continued.
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"Any special poet?"
"Well, she seemed to like my stuff.
You never read my sonnet-sequence
on spring, did you?"
"No. What other poets did she like
besides you?"
'Tenayson principally," said Eus-
taee Hlgnett with a reminiscent
quiver in his voice. "The hours" we
have spent together reading the 'Idylls
of the King !' "
"The which of what?" Inquired Sam,
taking a pencil from his pocket and
shooting out a cuff.
"'The Idylls of tile King.' My good
do. aat Was all there was to It. He
simply didn't add up righL The man
a girl like Wllhelmlna Bennett required
for a husband was somebody entirely
different , . somebody, felt Sam-
uel Marlowe, much more like Samuel
Marlowe.
Swelled almost to burstln-polnt
with these reflections, he went on (leek
to Join the ante-hmcheon promenade.
He saw Blllie almost at once. She
had put on one of these nice sacky
sport-coats which so enhance feminine
charms, and was striding ahmg the
deck with the breeze playing In her
vivid hair like the female equivalent
of a Viking. Beside her walked
young Mr. Bream Mortimer•
Sam had been feeling a good deal of
a fellow already, but at the sight of
her welcoming smile his self-esteem
almost caused him to explode. What
magic there Is in a girl's smile! It is
the aisin which, dropped in the yeast
of male complacency, Induces fermen-
tation.
"Oh, there you are, Mr. Marlowe!"
"Oh, there you ae.'" said Bream
Mortimer, with a slightly different in-
flection.
'*I thought I'd like a breath of fresh
air before lunch," said Sam.
"Oh, Bream !" said the glrl.
"lIello ?"
"Do be a darling and take this great
mall, I know you have a soul which heavy coat of mine down to my stare-
be considered inadequate by
common earthworm, but you have
heard of Tennyson's 'Idylls of
King?'"
"Oh, those ! Why, my dear old chap ;
ennysou's 'Idylls of the King I' Well.
should say I Have I heard of Ten-
eY sOs the King?" Weik
all t'
h '
even t a copy
With any ehanee"
"There Is a copy in my klt-ba$,
The very one we used to read together.
Take it and keel) It or throw it over-
board. I don't want to see it again."
Sam prospected among the shirts,
COllars and trousers In tbe bag and
presently came upon a morocco-bounc
volume. He laid tt beside him on the
lounge.
"Little by little, bit by bit," he said,
"I am beginning to form a sort of pie-
tare of this girl, thlswhat was her
mama again? Bennetttbis Miss Ben-
aett. ¥ott have a woede}ful knack of
description: You make her seem so
Tell me some-more
'. She wasn't keen on golf. by
she did play• The subject
and she seemed rather
talk to a glrl
poetry."
ou are hardly likely to be in a
tell me, were there any topics
.width goton Miss Bennett's nerve, if
ytm know what I mean? It seems to
me that at one time or another you
may have Said soraethln that offenled
her. I mean, it seems curious that she
tdaot(ld have broken off the engagement
if you had never disagreed or quar-
reled about anything."
"Well, of course, there was" always
the matter of that dog of hers. She
had a dog, you know. a snappy brute
of a Pekingese. If tlere was ever any
Shadow of disagreement between us. it
had to do with that dog. I made rather
a point of It that I wouhl not have It
aout th home after we were mar
tied."
"l see!" said Sam. He shot his cuff
more and wrote on it: "Dog-con-
." "Yes, of course, that must
wounded her."
hail so much as he wounded
by the ankle tbe
we--Wllhelffdna and I. I
kave been married. It
to me In my
relnember that I got
the. little beast with consider-
lifted him clean
over
Sits shook his head reprovingly, a
"You shouldn't hae done that l" he
room will you? I had me idea it was
so warm,"
"I'll carry it," said Bream.
"Nonsense. I wouldn't dream of
burdening you with It. Trot along and
put it on the berth. It doesn't matter
about folding It up."
"All right," said Bream moodily.
He trotted along. There are mo-
menta when a man feels "that all he
needs In order to be a delivery wagon
is a horse and a driver.
"He had better cllirrup to the €log
while he's there, don't yon think?" sug-
gested Sam. He felt that a resolute
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"That sounds as though you played
golf."
"When I am not reading Tennyson,
you can generally find me out on the
links. Do you play?"
'I love it. How extraordinary that
we should have so much In common.
We really ought to be great friends."
lie was pausing to select the best of
three replies when the lunch bugle
sounded•
"Oh, dear !" she cried. "I must
rusb. But we shall see one another
again up here afterward?"
"We will." said Sam.
"We'll sit and read Tennyson."
"Fine! Er--you and I and Mortl-
tiler?"
"Oh, no, Bream Isgolng to sit down
below and look after poor Pinky."
"Does he---does he know he Is?"
"Not yet." said Billle. "I'm going
to tail him at lunch."
CHAPTER IV
It was the fourth morning of the
voyage. Of course, when this story
is done in the movies they won't be
satisfied with a bald statement like
that ; they will have a Spoken Title or
a Cut-Back Sub-Caption or whatever
they call the thing In the low dens
where motion-picture scenario-lisards
do their dark work, which will run:
""And so, calm and golden, the days
went by, each fraught with hope and
youth" and sweetneu linking two
young hearts in silken fetters foeged
by the laughing Love-God'
and the males in the audience will
shift their chewing gum to the other
cheek and" take a firmer grip of their
companions' hands and the man at the
piano will play "Everybody wants a
key to my cellar" or something equal-
ly appropriate very soulfully and
slowly, with a wistful eye on the half-
smoked cigarette which he has parked
on tile lowest octave and intends fin-
ishing as soon as the picture is over.
But I prefer the plain frank statement
that it was the fourth day of the voy-
age. That is my story and I mean
to stick to it.
Samuel Marlowe, muffled in a bath-
robe, came back to the stateroom from
his tub. HIS manner had rite often-
"- siva Jauntiness of the man who has
"" had a cold bath when he might Just
-. as easily have had a hot one. He
looked out of the porthole at the shim-
_ meting sea. He felt strong and hap-
py and exuberant.
It was not merely the spiritual pride
indueed by a cold bath that was up.
lifting this -young man. The fact was
that, 'as he toweled his glowin$ back,
he had suddenly come to the decision
that this very day he would propose
to Wilhelmina Bennett. Yes, he would
put his fortune to the test. to win or
lose it all. True, he had only known
her for four days, but what of that?
Nothing In the way of modern prog-
ress is more remarkable than the
manner In which the attitude of your
lover has changed concerning pro-
posais of marriage. When Samuel
Marlowe's grandfather had convinced
himself, after about a 7ear and a half
of respectful aloofness, that the emo-
tion which he felt towards Samuel
Marlowe's grandmother-to be Was love,
the fashiou of tbe period compelled
him to approach the matter In a round-
about way. First. he spent an eve-
ning or two singing sentimental bal-
lads, she accompanying hlm on the
piano and the rest-of the family sit-
ting on the side lines to see that no
roughestuff Was pulled. Having noted
tlmt she drooped her eyelashes and
turned faintly pink when he came to
the "Thee---only thee l" bit," he felt
a mild sense of encouragement, strong
enough to Justify him in taking her
sister aside next day and asking if
tile object of hls afflictions ever hap-
TJ Pt
"1 Love It. How Extraordinary That
We Should Have So .Muoh in
Common."
man wlth Legs as long as Bream's
might well deposit a cloak on a
berth and be back nder the lie|f-min-
ute.
"Oh, yes I Bream I"
"HelloT"
"While you're down there Just ehir-
rnp a i|ttle more to Poor Pinky, He
dOes appreciate It so!"
Bream disappeared, It is not always
easy to interpret emotion from a glance
at a man's hack; but Bream's hack
looked "like that of a man to whom
the thought bas occurred that. given a
couple of fiddles and a piano, he would
have made a good hired orchestral
"How is your clear little dog, by the
way?" inquired Sam solicitously, as he
fell Into step by bet" side.
"Much better now, thanks. I've
made friends with a glrl on board
did you ever "hear her nume---Jane
Hubhardshe's a rather well-known
big-game hunter and she fixed up
said. He extended ills cuff and added some sort of a mixture for Pinky
/the words l ltally important" which did him a world of good. I
- to what
he had lust written, 'qt was probably don't know what was In it except
that which decided her." Worcester sauce, hut she said .he'
"Well. I hate dogs," said Eustsce
Hignett querulously. "[ remember
Wllheindna cm('e getting quite an-
loyed with me. because [ refused to
Step In and sepal'hie a couple of th
e
rutea, absolute strangers to.me, who
were fl&)ting lu the street. I reminded
her that we were all flhterl nowa-
days, that life Itself was in a Semm a
but she wouldn't be reasonable
She }id th,t Sir Galahad
done It like a shot. 1
not. We had no evidence wbat,
Sir Gahlbml was ever
upon to do anything half as
. allyway, itP w,re ar-
lail
always gave it to hr mules In Africa
when tbey had the .botts it's
very nice of you to speak so affection-
ately of poor Pinky when be btt you."
"Anhnal spirits!" said Sam tolerant-
ly." Pure anhnal splrits! I like to see
them. But, of course, "I love all
dogs."
"'Oh, do you? So do I!"
"I only wish they didn't fight 8o
'h. I'm ahvays stopping dog
fl;hts."
do admire a mun who knows
to do at a dog fight I'm afraid
ether helpless myself. There
catch hold
'Have yOU
book'
"1 Am, I Am the Bandolerol Yes, Yes,
I Am the Bandolero!,,
friendship .... " he waylaid her
in tile rose garden and brought the
thing off.
How different IS the behavior of the
modern young man. Hls courtship can
hardly be called a courtship at all.
His methods are those of Sir W. S.
Gilbert's "Alphonso."
Alphonso, who for cool assurance all
creation licks.
He up and said to Emily who has
cheek enough for sit:
"Miss Emily, I love you. Will you
marry? Say th: word!"
knd lmlly said: "'Certainly, Alphotmo.
like a birdi '°
OU HAGAZ
ECTION -
00_teresting Features for e Entire E
By GRACE E.
HEN effort carried
a zest,
YOUR MIND [himself who has the power to uplift Has flattened Into
humanity and lead others from dark- last,
'0 THINK rightly Is to sharpen ness to light ; capable at all times to And life seems mocking,
--perception and season Judgment. measure strength with, the mental the best
He or she who is always blundering, Go!laths, and equipped to hold his own That you have done l
getting in trouble with employers and In the sternest strife when storms beat past ;
friends, never accurate, Is in constant hardest against him. When 'mid th tumbling
danger of failure. ( 19Z3, by MeClre ewspaper Syndieats.) dream
As the m lnd directs so goes the body. You stand In dumb
The shambling, Irresponsible ores- defeat
ture. misguided by a rusty mind is Has Anyone Laughed How .any .h-',
much llke a vessel at sea which has that gleam
unshipped its rudder. He may At You earnest sympathy
towed to port by a friendly hawser, or By ETHEL R. meet?
sent to the bottom by an opposing PEYSER
storm. You Are Afraid of Very Little I would not urge upon
To make snre of ypur Babies? friend,
keep your mind on the splendid things The laughers cry : "They Nor yet distrust, nor
you would like to accomplish. Ponder won't break," "They are not their ways
them at every opportunity. The made of china," etc., etc. Yet When trouble falls; nor
thoughts to which you cling hourly are trend
you are afraid of handling
transforming you into an earnest, use- them or of being left in the Of humankind
ful person, or a man or woman of no ing days ;
account, room alone with them. It is
natural. You probably have no But loyalty is something
If you want friends, be friendly, children of your own. you prob- To cultivate and give
know,
Cultivate the right mental attitude ably think they are getting a For hours must come to-
towards others and all will be well. spasm if they cry, and you have hearts shall bleed,
Take a contrary stand, let the rust taken up a baby only to find And feet shall falter
accumulate, exhibit cowardice, distrust, that Its head wobbles in a most they go.
disloyalty, Irritability, habitual morose- unattached way, tbreatenIng to
ness. and nothing can save you from
wreckage, fall on the ground. The un- And in that hour there
Lay hold of the great, potential known ahvays terrifies. The balm,
first locomotive terrified the on- Or recompense for
forces of the universe and move along lookers, so why shouldn't a wee
with them. Resolve to become a part or mars,
of them. baby wbose head wobbles and
Than loyalty from some
Keep your mind bright by rubbing who puffs and cries at things calm,
It against minds that re brighter, you know not of? Your fear Is Who soothes with tendee
most understandable. Mebbe
more capable, more alert than yours, our scars"
Open the door to industry instead of the laughers were once afraid of
idleness, to thinking Instead of brood- ghosts--the unknown ! For, though a man be
ing, to faith instead of doubt, and you SO or king,
Whatever his experience,
never will lack the energy, with which Your get.away here is:
worst,
That your fear of babies I He Is at all time*
to press forward and take your place the Infants' safeguard, thing:
among those who are making the world r© by McClure Newspalmr Syndicate.
pleasanter and better. Above and over
Be frank, good natured and cheerful. (Copyright by Dodd,
Grip your load. whatever it may be.
and pull with all your might. Have no
fear .of failure--no fear of anything SCHOOL DAyS
or anybody bIt yourself.
Be patient and persevering. Put
Jealousy and hate In a weighted bag
and throw them overboard. They will
wreck the stoutest ship and blight the
Sam Marlowe was a bright young fondtmt ambition.
man and did not require a year to Be not disturbed about rivalry, ex-
make up his mind that Wilhelmina eept the rivalry existing between your
Bennett had been set apart by Fate good and evil self.
from the beginning of time to be his It Is only the mortal who overcomes ,-..
hrlde. He had known it from the mo-
ment he saw her on the dock, and all k
the subsequent strolling, reading,
talking, soup-drinking, tea-drinking,
and shuffle-board-playing which they
had done together had merely solidi- It iea great office to make life plaga-
fled his original impressiofL He loved ant; to make it worth living, to make
a home where toyed ones come finding
this girl with all the force of a fiery comfort, peace and consideration. So
nature---the fiery nature of the Mar- far as it is done, it is done chiefly by
lewes was a by-word In Bruton street, woman; ehe is the homekeeper.
Berkeley square -- and something
seemed to whisper that she loved him. HOLIDAY "GOODIES.
At any rats she wanted somebody like HRISTMAS time would be barren
Sir Galahad. and, without wishing to =" indeed withuut the dellciou--
hurl bouquets at himself, he could not cakes, cookies and candies not to speak
see where she could possibly get any- of pies and puddings.
one liker Sir Galahad than himself.
So, w4nd and weather permitting, Xmas Pudding.
Samuel Marlowe intended to propose Take three cupfuls of bread crumbs.
to Wllhelmlna Bennett this very day. one cupful each of suet and sugar, one
He let down the trick basin which teaspoonful of cinnamon, one cupful
hung beneath the mirror and, collect, each of milk and raisins, one teaspoon-
ing his shaving material& began to fill 0 cloves, a grating of nutmeg and
lather ils face. orange rind. Mix, to blend well and
"I am th Bandolero I" sang Sam steam for three hours. Serve with cpyr;k{
blithely through the soap, "I am. I am
the Bandolerol Yes, yes, ! am the Peanut Candy.
"Glorious! The sea . . ."
"Don't talk about the sea W
What I'm trying to say is, f
] "tll you marry may"
(TO nl CONTINUED.)
Bandolero !" Pake two cupfllls of brown tmgr,
The untidy heap of bedelothes in the nL tablespoonfuls of butter, put over
lower berth stirred restlessly.
the fire and stir until bubbling all over; fuls of water, two tablespoonfuls of one-half teaspoonful (
"Oh, Cr--d l" said Eustace Hlgnett from the time the candy begins to boll vinegar and boil without stirring until rind, one
thrusting out a tussled head.
stir to keep from burning and boll a hard ball is formed when a drop Is one-fourth teas
Sam regarded his cousin with tom- thee lnd one-half minutes. Stir in dropped into cold-water. Pour into a half teaspoonful of
mlseratton, Horrid things had been • cupful of fresh-rolled peanuts. Pour buttered pan and mark off into squares over one-half
happening to Eustace during the last at once into a greased pan and mark when cool. ter. Serve hot.
few days" and it was quite a pleasant off into squares as soon as it is COol
surprise each morning to find that he mough.
was still alive. Pudding au¢.e.
Take one cupful of sugar and one
"Feeling bad again, old man? Old-Fashioned Butterscotch. tablespoonful of flour, mix well, add a t©. z.
"I was feeling all right," replied Take two cupfuls of brown sugar, quarter of a cupful of cold water, then
Hlgnett churlishly, "until you began oe-half cupful of butter, four able- when mixed add one cupful of boiling
the farmyard Imitations. What sort gpoonfuIs of molasses, two tabiespoow water. Cook five minutes, flavor with -ql
of a day Is It ?"
EXPLA00 WHY DOCS HOWL
original dog or wolf. Every dog pauses
before his spring; man selected to
breed from the dog which paused rbe
hmgest, and so in time arrived at a
dog which pointed and dhln't spring
vt all. The greyhound Is anothee m-
stance; for his Particular job.he need-
ed little scent and little brains, but
perfect eyeslghl sad speed. By select
lag only those dogs which possessed
these qualities the present tylm was
rent.bed. But every dog, wherever he
lives or wtlatever use nlan is making
of bim. comes from the common
source, the Wolf. ,'
Jay a Compliment.
When we cOrse to the naming of the
bluejay we.find the mtue attributed
io the brilliant plumage of this statel.v
creature, Says Nature Magazlne. The
source of "jay" is given as the Frencl.
"geal" or "gel," equivalent to the b'n
Ilsb "gay." WItb this in tuinJ on,
finds hat the tl of the term "jay
to descrtl a pers, m |s by no menn.,
;ts u*tmplhueutary as It l geuerall"
Uncommon
Sense ,OH.
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TROUBLE DODGERS due course, but they wou!d follow any-
way, and the fact that you have
HEN you hear a man say that thrashed one trouble will help you to
• • he makes it Iris business to keep overcome the ne troubles as fast as
out of trouble--look out for him. they arrive.
rouble is Dart of llfe---a large part By and by you will get so used to
af most lives, thrashing them that you will enjoy it,
Somebody has got to get Into It. and be sorry if troubles do not turn
The man Who is always getting out is up every day.
merely leaving his share to other peg- It Is not our pleasures, but our
pie.
troubles that make us," The youth
It is trouble to studyto work, even whose father's money enables hlm to
to play, if you play well,, gt is trouble loaf. dies a loafer unless he decides to
to do anything worth doing, be something else.
Nothing of any Importance can be If he decides to be something else
accomplished without It. he takes his troubles as they come,
If you had to live with a mean man like other people. And his troubles
It would either be necessary to thrash develop him until he
-him or do what he told you to do. citizen.
If YOu did what he told you to do, Pity the lad who is taught to d(
he would keep on finding other un- nothing, and made ashaned of work.
pleasant things for you to de. He will be able to dodge trouble for The young
If you thrashed him, you could do a widle, but along toward the end that while
things yor own way, for a while at
least. And the confidence you got out his career he will realite that a life very few
" of useless ldlenem 1# worse than all a pt:opert¥
of thrashing him would help you to the troubles he would have had to fael the -tae.
thrash the next met
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;€lentists Declare Canine Ocaslonally
Reverts to Savagery of Hie An.
ceator, the Wolf.
What makes your dog llft up bi$
nose and howl'/ It's the wolf in him.
say scientists. ,
For every dog, no matter what his
breed, has a strain of wolf in hlm, a
wolf having bees the ar-off father
of all dogs. And Just as a reaSon,hie
human being will somethnes give way
to prilnJtlve Instinct under the initu-
ence of some violent emotion: so Ihe
best-trained dog will occasionally re-
vert to the savagery of his ance$tor.
the wolf.
Exactly as a man will often lse
his head In unconscious mltation of
his caveman forebear, so your pet *tog
will at times sllow the lnslincla of his
parent 'olf. Watch your dog turn
around and around hefore lying down
. before a fire, JUS! as lhe wolf makes
himself a lair; listen to him how! as
the Wdf howls.
The pointer ts only an exaggeraled
