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THE GEOBQIAM’S magazine page Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. |N SESSION EXTRAORDINARY. HAI’NCET devere apple- Cl'tiN. age nine, pushed his glasses up ~ver his bulging brow, cleared throat and pounded on the desk A a baby's rattle for a gavel. * There was a sudden dying away of ( hlldish voices; fat little legs d across the hall, bearing llt ■gates to accustomed seats: there ; nil and a push while unusually ,‘Ti and unusually fat little delegates '' ' A breathlessly into their chairs, a , ng f little arms across sturdy lit -7 and the one hundred and e i -ty-ninth session of the Children’s was in order. Chauncey Devere Appleton pulled his , over his eyes. Then he low- ~ h i< head and glanced sternly over thpm at a sea of little upturned faces. v] wore serious almost to sadness. The ~ vitv of the occasion was great, and n little delegate recognized it. A r o. . was here, and it must be met siiuarely and bravely. inn parents,” thundered the speaker, bringing a ' hubby little fist down on ~ sk with a whack, “what must we ( |o with them?” x -i«:i trembled on every lip. but not i -ye was turned from the speaker. Ihir i ; rents. what must we do with • l .el. alas, been discussed many, times, and no answer found! ■ I repeat.” said President Chauncey Dtverc. ‘what must we do with them?” fl, looked so sternly at Marybelle Sni' lois that s'te felt accused of hav done something with them though anew not what, and began to cry. a Hol dings were delayed while a door- . removed her from the room. I >t continue to deceive them Otting them believe they have de- ■ \o,l us? I ask” stopping to drink a iss of water. “Must we continue to . ive them by letting them think they have deceived us? Discussions are in order.” Then Im mopped his feverish brow .iii.i took his seat, burying his face in is handkerchief after the manner of all no. it speakers who'are overcome by their emotions. The Honorable Peterkin Prim, age six. slid from his chair to the floor, and in n voice so fraught with tenderness :iis own mother wouldn’t have recog nized it. said: "I was six months old when I had my first Christmas, and I shall never forget >!.■ joy that good woman, my motner, found in telling me that a great big fat in.m was coming down the chimney with .1 new rattle, and I would find it in my - ricking Christmas morning. i.adi's and gentlemen. k had seen ' f.ithi r bring that rattle home three 1;< before, and had heard him tell | y mother how much he paid for it. lilt I knew that the deception about <ntn I 'laus bringing it to me gave ■ in joy and 1 didn’t undeceive them!” T. n he i limbed up wearily and sat 'l' n weightily. Li-ile Susie May Sparkles arose. 'When I was two.” she said, “my moth sat up ail night to dress me a doll ■Hi mid me next morning that Santa ' i is brought it down the chimney. I ■ie tier happy by feigning belief. She 'i. me more, and more, about this an ’.hn came down the chimney. But e falsehoods,” with a sigh “seemed to do her happy, and I did not reprove ' ' delegates gave similar testi- ■ and it was voted, after much ussi.-n, to continue; in letting pa nes toii Christmas falsehoods without r buke. ”We i,we it to this worthy class." the -‘■•lotions read, “to make them happy. • ini if il makes them happy to invent tori. -of Santa Claus, we must en "Ui age them by feigning inti rest and faith.” I lien the congress adjourned, the del egates walking out with bowed heads aiui troubled brows. Do You Know— -1 ■ Paris swimming master, Pouli 'iheb. accomplished a temarkable feat ' mly by remaining 6 minutes 20 see on'is under water. His previous best ■ m.-iiiee was 4 minutes 31 seconds. •' l "Uliqu.n seemed quite fresh after ' x.oloit, ami in proof of it jumped 11 ■ tile water again and-».swam 30 yards at full speed. A century ago 27 per cent of the pop ;ion ~f the great European powers French; today the proportion is '• II percent. Formerly French was ‘ most widely spoken language: to ■" '! is the mother tongue of only 1 ' '""i.ooo. as compared with 100,000.000 speak German and 130,000,000 who S P< ak English. a musical exposition in Berlin an ’ Mention for increasing the resonance ; he voice was exhibited. It consists filth, which is applied to the roof cf ' mouth and acts as a sounding It is intended for the use of officers and any one wishing increase the reach of the voice, as as musicians. ''■'•l fa from Nisch. which was re -111 ' captured by the. allies, is the rschete Kula, or Tower of Skull l'"i> the Servians rose against Turk ■ule. and 5,000 of them were massa -1 I'V the Osmanli. The dead we.e ' aded. and, as a warning to others. 1 urks built the heads into the walls •i tower, faces outward. Today a portion of a wall remains with a ' here and there, a grim reminder mi S. . via suffered under Ottoman ssion. An Exciting Tale of Love and Adven- 4y y r xy TT_TT^Z) ,, Ie Story the Play of the Same Name Now ture That Grips F rom Start to Finish 1111 SVV 1111 Running at the Manhattan Opera House, New York By Bertrand Babcock. (Copyright, 1912. by Drury Lane Com pany of America, by arrangement with Arthur Colllna, managing director of the Drury Lane theater of London.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. CHAPTER I. PART I. Lady Diana Follows the Pack. TO LADY DIANA SARTORIS, "the cleanest sportswoman in all Eng land”—the orators of the hunt breakfasts of the Beverley Hounds would have it so—a fence was merely an ob stacle. And so after this morning with the Beverley pack, Lady “Di" on her return to the kennels of her grandfather, the marquis of Beverley, found a defiant pleasure in putting her hunter over every such obstacle. Though the day was one of those per fect Yorkshire days, when rural England seems made for the sportsman. Lady Diana's gallop at the heels of the pack had not been altogether of pleasure. To begin with, her grandfather, the pompous and morally bombastic of Beverley, had been in no good hu mor. Although Faleonhurst. the most secluded and retired of tire several coun try seats of the family, was filled with the members of a house party for Lady Diana Sartoris. Beverley had carefully warned them away from the Downs, and indeed had sent all of them otter hunting with Captain Greville Sartoris. Lady Diana's cousin. “And otter hunting of all sports in the world I" Lady Diana had breathed sarcastically to her maid. “One might quite as well hunt a bally mouse as an otter, you know.” Keeping Stable Secrets. Tho reason. Lady Diana knew, of course. The Whip, the newest racer in the great stables of Beverley v . was being exercised on the Downs that morning, and although this expected successor to the Newmarket winners. Silver Cloud, Fal conhurst and Beverley's Hope, had not had her trial and was not likely to have for some time, the racing marquis was determined that no strange eyes should learn anything of the speed pet of bis de clining years. Stable secrets had been leaking of late in regard to some of the others in the string, but none should respecting The Whip. This prohibition had extended to Lady Diana herself. It was not that through her there was danger of the betting ring getting advance information, but the young girl who shared almost equally in Beverley's affection for The W hip, could not have been with the promising filly and her contemporaries without being upon the back of the speediest. For the girl rode The Whip or any of the other racers in the Beverley stables as Diana of old hunted, with divine in spiration. “But the little filly's growing up—or, rather, my granddaughter. Lady Diana, is growing up.” the marquis had said more than once, "an l a filly isn’t a colt, any more—rathef"a young woman of po Up-to-Date Jokes “What sort of a chap is he?” “Well, after a beggar lias touched him for a dime he’l tell you he ‘gave a lit tle dinner to an acquaintance of his. She —Let me see the thinnest thing you have in a blouse. jje—She's gone out to lunch, madam. “And so. after inviting your friends to a game dinner, you were not served with any part of the bird?' “Oh, yes—l got the bill!" “She's as pretty as a picture." said the young man. “Yes," replied the young woman, with a glance at her rival’s complexion: "and hand-painted, too.” “You are a very naughty boy. Tom my for stealing one of those tarts out of the pantry. I didn’t think it was in you.” Tommy—Oh, mother, it isn't all >n me; half of it is in Harry. Schoolmaster— If I should stand on my head, the blood would rush to my head wouldn't it? Now. when I stand on my feet, why doesn't it rush to my feet? , Johnny—Because your feet am < empty Mrs. Green—You spoke just now of social tact. Precisely just what do you mean? Mr=. Wyse—By social tact I mean getting familial* with all sorts of peo pie without letting them get familiar with you. "Did you bear about the defacement of Skinner's tombstone?” “No: what was It?” ■ Some one added Hie word ‘friends' to the epitaph.” i -What was the epitaph?” “ ‘He did his best.' ” Tommy's Aunt—Won’t you have an other piece of cake, Tommy? i Tommy (on a visit! —No; 1 thank i you. Tommy’s Aunt—You seem to be suf fei ing from loss of appetite. i Tommy—lt ain't loss of appetite. ‘ What I’m suffering from is politeness. ■ "You say he died from a single blow , administered by himself? > “Certainly.” , "But it isn't possible.” i "Yes, it is." “But how did he do it?" “Blew out the gas.” “Oh!" In tlie days when parliamentary re porters were'regarded by the members ’’ as impertinent Intruders, a certain no ble lord was standing at one of the ' bars drinking, when he saw a newspa • per man near, apparently observing , ' Halloa!’' cried tile lord. "Put that down in your notebook; I have just 1 drunk a glass of wine!” "I certainly would." was the reply, i "if I saw your lordship drinking a glass of water." l\ .jo- MBW • ‘s Lady Diana, “the cleanest sportswoman in England,” and the Earl of Brancaster, konwn as the “Wicked Scene from the play of “The Whip.” sition and rank isn’t a girl, and she real ly can’t ride with the lads of my sta ble.” So Lady Diana, in the warm rebellion of youth, at the first trammeling appear ance of that convention which ultimately molds us all until we lose our little dis tinguishing essence and become as so many peas, was irritated by this abrupt separation from the things of her child hood. In Peevish Mood. Hence this finely strung, perhaps ordi narily too emotionless, young English woman took the highest and roughest of the obstacles in her course as she fol lowed in the wake of the Beverley hounds. For the hounds were not the features of a hunt, but merely out on one of their exercising expeditions, when to “keep their scent in” they were permitted to range for trails under the guidance of whips. One of the obstacles which Lady Diana took that morning was a stone fence that separated the lands of Falconhurst from the property of the Earl of Brancaster, in the midst of which stood the old stone tower, Ricvers. As her hunter cleared well with all fours the fencing and for a moment trespassed upon the lands of one regarded by the simple folk of York shire as “the wicked earl,” the girl looked toward the rocky heights accentuated by the feudal tower, continuing to the eye the long ascent of stone upward. To her mood of the moment, while Ric vers appeared less barren and more the abode of a human being, still there was the sinister atmosphere of a place of ill omen, which was not decreased by an open window and the movement of a hanging at one of the casements in the more modern part of the structure. Even with the evidences of a home life about the tower —which there w’ere not— the place would have worn its air of sul - len tragedy, its seeming appearance of a center radiating unwholesome forces. The Father’s Plan. Then as she cantered along over a level expanse skirting the eminence upon which Ricvers stood, and cast a glance upward occasionally, Lady Diana thought of what her grandfather had tol<l her when she was a child. It was shortly after the death in the service of her father, and the death of his comrade. Robert, the Earl of Brancaster, in the same Indian engagement. Her father and Brancaster, sire of the present Brancas ter, had planned that the little Lady Diana'and the young Hubert should unite the fortunes and lands of the two almost princely houses. But her father hud been killed and his father, too. The young earl, without the repressing authority of a parent, had begun life as a boy with too much money and no sense of responsibility. His mother had died soon after he was born. He had not been a bad natured lad. but as a little boy he had been precocious. What, under proper training, would have been clean, clear, pure sportsmanship as thorough as that of Lady Diana herself, became in him a mere gaming spirit. He with nice observance of etiquette and of honor but still he defied chance. As a result he got into the hands of the money lenders and what wasn't entailed was mortgaged There were women, too, in this young man's l|fe, but of these Lady Diana knew’ nothing. But though they came and went, they never seemed to have penetrated to the core of the young Hubert to infect him with the virus of diseased Imagina tion. The ‘boy seemed asleep and too good natured to put his house in order. His friends predicted that if he ever real ly aroused himself he would rid himself of them effectively, cleanly and finally. The Excited Jockeys. Dismissing the supposedly dissolute, young belted earl from her thoughts. Lady Diana came to the last fence which sep arated her from the glen in which the Falconsuhrst kennels and stables stood. From the level plateau immediately above the gfeti there floated down to her the shouts of the lads on the backs of the prides of the marquis’ stables. Beverley had held the for-the-moinent jockeys in stern repression; but the stimulating air, the vast tonic of nervous horseflesh be neath their knees and the thrill of nial motion could not keep the lads entirely silent. The fine fire of It all kindled Lady Di ana. In the light of her girlhood experi ences only such sounds as came to her from the Downs were needed to create pictures of the scenes above* her. She know it. She loved it. She wanted to he again a part of It. In revolt at the things that she dimly sensed as governors of her whole after life, Lady Diana set her mount at the stiff 1? railed fence before her As the pack, scenting the food waiting in the kennels, swept through the fence. Lady I Diana vent over it In midair she saw a picture, vividly and anxiously Under the royal oak sat an artist sketching, though far on one side the pack streamed through. So iiftent was he on his outline of the kennels and mushroomed stables that he gave no at tention to the hounds and apparently was not conscious of the approach hurtling through the air—of the lady on her pal frey. The original impetus of Lady Diana’s leap would have carried woman and horse squarely into the person of the artist. But the moment the girl had seen him a paralyzing inhibition had stayed the force of horse and girl almost in the air, and both lost their carrying power, making a very bungling finale of what had been originally a very fine movement. But as it was, the easel, made on the moment by the artist out of twigs and dead branches had been shattered by a movement of one of the hunter's, sleek legs, and. w’orse —an iron-shod hoof had made an ugly mark upon the artist’s left wrist, which had lain at rest on the moss while his right ha ml sketched. CHAPTER 11. The Art Critic. In a trembling hurry Lady Diaiia swung from the saddle. Her mount, disregarded, I was allowed to amble away, and browsed j without restraint. “Oh, I'm so sorry pray tell me that you’re not hurt —severely,” she. said. *and raised her eyes to the stranger's face. She saw clean-cut features, black eyes with just a shade of amusement -of whim —ln them, though there must have been pain in the wrist and wavy, black hair. The man was in rough tweeds, and a cloth hat of his suit’s pattern lay a little way off. But from beneath and beyond the stran ger’s features. Lads' Diana Sartoris got , her impression of the man. There were : sadness, wistfulness, a sense of the decay of a fine nature, the same look of trag edy that she bad seemed to feel about the house on the hill. His hurt did not appear to concern him. Indeed, his whole being seemed de voted to a scrutinizing, an appraising of her. From hy green little hat and her long green coat, he turned to note that cold perfection of her features, that fair chiseling which, with her perfect health and consequent confident poise, made this young woman at times seem to self centered, to w'ell schooled. Without answering, the man stood watching her. almost hungrily, yet with n<> repulsive effect, and very respectfully. The girl repeated her inquiry. Hie Persiflage. “Not a bit,” he returned carelessly. “It was really very stupid of me not to have noticed a pack in ful cry for its kennel feeding and so inspiring an ob ject as their mistress. ' He had covered his hurt with his hand kerchief and knotted and twisted it be fore the girl could offer to minister to him. “Such absorption can only be excused in a very great artist, and such 1 assure you I can scarcely hope to be.” His deprecating motion brought his open We wish to call your attention to the ( fact that most infectious diseases, such 1 as whooping cough, diphtheria ana scarlet fever, are contracted when the • child has a cold. Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy will quickly cure a cold and • greatlj lessen the danger of contract ’ ing these diseases. This remedy is ’■ famous for its cures of colds. It con tains no opium or other narcotic and • may be given to a child with implicit confidence. Sold by all dealers. 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Rook on subject ■ IMR ■ *>.'<• DR B. M. WOOI.IFY, M-.N. Victor | ■■■■■ S.nlr.rl.im, Atlants. Georgia. sketch book nearer the girl, and her eyes > fell upon its pages. * "Why, there’s the kennels!" she ex- ( elaimetl. "Oh! I mustn’t, think of your t sketches, but your I am profoundly sorry. If I could do anything” .** “A little thing that I can attend to easily a after a hit," he said then tn courteous J anxiety to turn the current of her thought he went on: “It really gives an idea of them, doesn’t It? See. here are some of the dogs." In the girl’s hand now was the book. “I’ve noticed you about sketching for ‘ the past four mornings," she confessed, turning the “And, ah, see, here's [ Dido!” ' With a laugh the artist answered: “I’m glad it’s good enough to recog nize.” "Oh. yes: hut " she began and hesi- ' tated. * "Ah, yes—but." laughed the stranger merrily. “1 draw a little myself, you know," went on the girl, "and dogs and horses J are rather my strong point.” r /I’here was no pride in her manner, only | the sublime self-confidence of a Sarto- 1 1 ris of Yorkshire. She Knows Her Skill. "And you don’t think they're mine," j the stranger said, amusement in his eye, but his voice perfectly serious. I don't say that," resumed the self- ' confident girl, "but you see—it isn’t quite 1 right. Look, just here- the turn of the ‘ head.” 1 Again there was a jovial light in the stranger’s smile. "Would you put it • right for me?" Diana caught the bridle of her . LIGHT RUNNING TRACK. 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With the sketch book on her knee she indicated witn her riding crop, Dido. “Can you manage to hold her.’” she asked. The stranger, taking the hound, seated himself on the corner of the stone bridge ; that spanned a little stream and was a 1 link in the highway that ran by the stables. “How's that?’’ he asked. To Remain Incognito. “.hist a little more round,” she re turned. “So! That's capital!” Then busied herself with her pencil. “Do you exhibit?" she asked, turning upon him for a second an oblique look, then another upon the drawing. “Very little.” he said, with marked hes itation. "Whose—whose name am 1 to look ' for?" she inquired, a trace of personal i Kindliness in her glance. “I’d rather not give my name—until I've done more for my reputation,” he , said a trifle awkwardly and in some con jeern. The personal touch faded from her man ner and she became again the self-cen tered, impregnable personality character istic of the Englishwoman or man at will. "Oh. as you like," she said. Then, holding out the sketch toward him, she went on: “There, look, how's that?" “By Jove, it’s splendid. What magic you can work with just a touch or two," he exclaimed. She made him a little bow. with some thing not hostile in it. and began quickly to turn the pages of the book. “Oh, you paint landscapes, too." she said; “and they’re very good, too. That’s a delicious little bit, and that’s the splnny where we killed last fall and I got the brush. And, oh! the old hall fortress — half lower sort of place. It looks as though it might be” She was looking toward the seat of the last Earl of Brancaster in tne distance, dimly visible up the glen. “The Ricvers," the stranger finished her sentence. “It is. Haven’t you ever been there?" "Nobody about here goes," returned Lady’ Diana. “You see, it belongs to Lor<l Brancaster, and he hardly ever visits it, though I've heard he’s here now Did he give you permission to sketch It?" The stranger nodded. “The Wicked Earl.’’ "I shouldn’t have thought he would have had much sympathy with artists or art," she said. “Why not?" he asked, his glance for the moment failing. "His tastes are rather er—notorious. I’m afraid he’s rather a by-word—about here. Even the county people call him ■The Wicked Earl.’ " The thoughtless words of this young English woman, who was as yet too im mature to exercise a tine judging sense, aroused the artist and he went closer to the girl. Continued In Next Issue. Southern California afford* more opportunities than any other area in the world. WHY? Because it has proven its possibilities in a thousand ways. The pioneer work ie done. The chances to follow proven lines are unlimited. The es sentials ate: Climate, land, water, power, transportation and markets. Southern California has them all. You Will Want To Know All About This Marvelous Country THE NINTH ANNIVERSARY NUMBER OF THE LOS ANGELES "EXAMINER” will be issued WED NESDAY. 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