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Winston Churchill’s Great Novel Grows in Interest; “The Inside of the Cup" a Comodhng Story
lohn Hodder Gets Close View
of a Side of Life He Knows
Little About.
It is seldom that one magazine
can boari of running two serials
by such world famous authors
as Hall Caine and Winston
Churchill.
Novels by both these masters
are now appearing in HEARST S !
MAGAZINE, and they are only
two features of many of equally
intense interest in the December
number, such as The Autobiog
raphy of Admiral Dewey,” An
other Standard Oil Lesson,”
by William Randolph Hearst;
“America aaid Europe Compar
ed.” by Guglielmo Ferrero.
‘ The Inside of the Cup” deals
with the career of John Hodder,-
a young minister, who goes to a
rich parish in the West. Among
his parishioners is a lonely mil-1
lionaire. Elder Parr. Parr’s
daughter. Alison, has left home
to carve her own career. Hodder
sees her on a visit to her father
and learns how ineffectual relig
ion is in modern life. Then
through meeting Horace Bentley
he decides to devote his time to
the tenements. He also meets
Kate Marcy, who opens his eyes
to the relation of low wages to
the social evil,
SUDDENLY Hodder ah- ***a ns
he still ■tood uncertainly beaide the
table, of the white-aproned waiter
looking at him. and of some on< tUe—
th*- unman whose <*yi*s had been fas- '
ten**' r*n han so persistentlv. She was
<ins* bt side him speaking to him
■s- . i tn me we’ve met betor*-
Ho looked at her, at first tun otiipre
hendiugly. then with a dawning reali
sation **f her identity. Uv**n her mime
Bj’—tbc rtvruan in th*. Hat;
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(FROM HEARST’S MAGAZINE FOR DECEMBER)
"Ain't you going to invite me to have,
some supin ishe whispered eagerly
fm tivclt, :is on* accustomed to be re
buffed. yet hold in spite of it. "They'll
throw me out if they think I'm accost
ing you."
H* acted automatically, drawing out
for her the chair opposite his own. and
sat down again.
"Say.'but I’m hungry!" she exclaim
ed pulling off her gloves. She smiled
at him. wanly, yet with a brazen co
quettieliness become habit.
"Hungry!" he repeated idly
"I guess you’d be. If you'd only hud
u fried * gg and a cup of coffee today,
and nothing Inst night.
He pushed over to her. hastily, with
i kind of horror, the plate of sand
wiches She began eating them raven,
ously; tint presently paused, and thrust!
them back toward him He shook hia |
head
"What’s the matter with you?" she I
demanded.
"Nothing, he replied
You ordered them, didn't you? Ain’t
you eating anything?"
"I’m not hungry." he said
“I’m Dry,” She Said
She continued eating a while with
out comment. And he watched het as
one fascinated, oblivious to his sur
j roundings, in a turmoil of thought and
emotion.
‘ Tin dry." she announced meaningly.
He hesitated a moment, and then
gave her a bottle of beer. She made a
‘wry face as she poured it out.
"Have they run out of champagne'."’
sin inquired
Ting time lie did not hesitate. The
women of his acquaintance, at the din
ner parties he attended, drank cham
pagne Why should he refuse It to this
woman ' V long-nosed, medieval-look
ing waiter was hovering about, on* of
those bizarre, battered creatures who
have long exhausted the surprises of
life presiding ovoi this amazing situa
tion with all the sangfroid of a family
butler. Hodder told him to bring cham
pagne.
"What kind, str?” he asked, holding
out a card.
I "The best you have "
The woman stared at him in won- |
I *ter,
■ You’re what an English Johnny 1
knew would call i little bit of all
right!" sb* declared with enthusiastic
approv a
Since you . * huugry. he unit on.
•'suppose you liuyo aomvlUimf-
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“Mr. Hodder Knows How Fond I am of Young Women.” Said
Mr. Bentley. “I Have Six of Them Upstairs—So lam Never
Lonely.' He Did Not Appear to Notice That Kate Marcy's
Lips Quivered. She Sat Dumbly in Her Chair. Her Hands
Convulsively Clasping Its Arms.
aubstuntial than sandwich*'* What
would you like?'
"1 guess you'll think it's funnj.' she
said hesltatinglj. "but 1 feel Just like a
good beet steak and potatoes Bring a
Jilßh one. vfaiia-
The waiter sauntered oft
Why should I think it strange?”
Hodder asked
"W ell, if you knew lion man}' even
ings l ie sat up theta in my room and
thought what I<l order if 1 ever mtiue
I got hold of some rich guy who'd loosen
I up. There ain’t any use trying to put
.up a bluff with you. Nothing was too
good so: me once, caviar, pate de foie
gras (her pronunciation is not to he
imitated), "chicken casserole, peach
Melba, filet of beef and mushrooms—
I’ve had 'em ail. and 1 used to sit up
and say I’d hand out an order like that.
You never do what you think you’re
going to do in this life."
The truth of this remark struck him
i with a force she did not suspect: stung
: him. is it we.e, into a sense of reality.
"I didn’t recognize you at first in
thiit get-up." she observed, looking at
' his him s.'i-gi suit. "So you’ve dropped
-In. preache- business, have you? You
are wise. al! right."
‘Why’ do you say that?'' he asked.
"Didn’t 1 tell you when you came
round that time that you weren't like
the rest if 'em'’ You're too human.”
One* mor, the word, and on her lips.
I startled him.
"Some of the best men 1 have ever
known, the broadest and most under
| standing men, have been clergymen." I
I he found himself protesting.
"Wei they haven’t dripped in on
] me. Tlie only one T ever saw that
; measure*! up to something' like that
I was you, .md now you’v* chucked it."
■You're Too Good.”
"You i re too good fo* the job." she
deeliir. .1. "What is then in it? There!
ain’t nobody converted, days that I
; I can see, and what's the use of gettin' ‘
up and preachin' to a lot of sapheads
that don't know what religion Is? Sure
* they don’t.” z
"Do you?” he asked.
"You’ve called my bluff.” She
i laughed. "Say. do you'.’ If there was ;
anything in it you’ll have kept on
| preachin’ to that bunch and made some j
of ’em believe they was headed for
hell; y *u'd have made on* of 'em that
towns the tlat house 1 live in, who gets
: fancy rents out of us poor girls, give it
, up. That's a nice kind of business for
I a church member, ain’t it?"
"Owns the house in which you live?"
"Sure." She smiled at hint compas
sionately, pitying his innocence and
ignorance. "Now. I come to think of it,
I guess he don’t go to your church—lt's
tin big Baptist church on the boule
vard. But what’s the difference’.’”
None." said Hodder despondently.
I "Here’s how!” she said, with an at-
! tempt at gayety. And she drank to *
him. "it’s funny how 1 ran across you
again, ain’t it'.’" She threw back he '
head and laughed.
He raised his glass, tasted the wine I
and put it down again. A sheet of tir* *
swept through him.
•’What's the matter witli it" Is ,t
corked?” she demanded. "It goes to
the right spot with me."
•She .cut down her knife and. fork.
Tears sprang into her eyes—tears of I
anger, he thought.
"Say, it’s no use trying to put up a |
bluff with me." she cried.
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"I don't know—l couldn’t tell you," lie
answered.
You know what I mean, all right.
What did you come in here for. any
way?" -
The very honesty of, his words
seemed for an instant to disconcert her,
and she produced a torn lace handker
chief which she thrust in her eyes.
"Why can’t you leave me alone?” sin* ;
demanded. “I’m all right."
Her weeping grew more violent. He i
saw the people at tlie next table turn
and stare, heard th*' men laughing
harshly.
"I guess I ain't lumui-y after all." she i
said, and started toward tlie door. He
turned to the waiter, who i*egarded him
unmoved, and asked for a cheek.
"I’ll get it." he said. (
Hodder drew out a ten-dollar bill and *
told him to keep the change. Tlie waiter j
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I looked at him. Soms impulse moved
; him to remark as h<> picked up the
I rector’s hat:
' "Don’t let her put it. over you. sir."
Hodder scarcely beard him. H- hur
ried up the steps and gained the pave
ment, and somewhere in th- black
shadows beyond the arc lights be saw
her disappearing down the street, ‘'are
less of all comment, he hastened on,
overtook her and they walked rapidly
side l>\ side. Now and again he heard
an inaudible sob, but she said nothing.
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