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'THE
MAGAXIML
Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
M
ADAME JOUVEN’S Ik in the
very heart of the Latin Quar-
ter.
It is a dingy building, with a faded,
striped awning which shades the
tables outside, and with low-cetlinged
rooms and sawdust floors within.
The small, round tables are placed
so close that Madame Jouven and her
three daughters who serve you can
Hardly squeeze through.
Although it was only half-past six.
even table on the terrace was taken.
Oh, how quaint! Look, the walls
are all covered with sketches!” ex
claimed Helen, as one of Madame
Jouven s daughters led them inside.
enough,” grumbled War-
ren. ‘‘But I’m mighty sceptical about
tnese places where they serve dinner
for only two francs. That’s too
?u? a P' Something’s wrong, some-
thlng’s wrong somewhere.”
"But Marion said all the art
students came here—it must be all
F And everything looks clean.”
“Well, art students may thrive on
horse meat, but I don’t want any of
it in mine. Remember those shops
wi-th the gilded horse’s head? I’ll
wager these quaint little ‘restaurants'
are their prize customers.”
“Ekm’t, dear—don’t spoil our din
ner.' pleaded Helen, glancing around
for Marion, who had said they would
find her there any night.
Warren had come most reluctantly.
He had been very unresponsive to
Helen’s enthusiastic account of the
meeting with her old school friend.
"She’d be a blamed sight better off
at home than living here in the
Quarter,” was his verdict, when Helen
told him of Marion’s studio and her
independence.
Marion Arrives.
Warren was never in sympathy
wMth “careers” for women. He
thought their place w’as in the home
and never lost an opportunity of say
ing so.
“Oh, there’s Marion now,” eagerly,
as a tall girl in a sailor hat, white
shirtwaist and blue serge skirt, came
beaming by toward them.
Helen tried to make her cordiality
cover Warren’s lack of it. He had
known Marion only slightly in the
old school days, and now he was un
doubtedly prejudiced against her work
and her Bohemian life. Possibly
Helen’s admiration and enthusiasm
increased this prejudice.
But Marion was too genuinely fond
of Helen and too delighted to be with
her to notice Warren aloofness.
One of Madame Jouven’s daughters
now brought them each a plate on
which was a sardine, two olives, one
slice of tomato ana two tiny radishes.
In a two-franc dinner the food must
be served in very exact portions. She
also brought three pint bottles of
claret, with a dab of red wax over
each cork.
“So we get a bottle of sealed wine
with our two-franc dinner?”
“But it’s very good wine,” declared
Marion, resenting Warren’s sarcasm.
“This is the best two-franc dinner in
Paris. Every student in the Quarter
swears by Madame Jouven. Look at
the testimonials of our gratitude.”
nodding to the penciled sketches
which covered the walls.
“Oh. I was going to ask you about
those,” interrupted Helen.
“Read that one back of you—the
verses are in English.”
Helen turned to a clever sketch of
a FTench ballet girl, pirouetting on
one toe. The verse underneath she
read aloud:
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Here’s to keep you as you are.
Twinkle now. for you’ll grow fat,
And stars don’t twinkle after that!”
Even Warren grinned an appreci
ative, “That’s not bad.”
“Some of the best ones are on the
other side,” said Marion.
Every inch of the opposite wall
was covered with drawings, most of
them caricatures. Some of the verses
were in French, some in English, and
most of them screamingly funny.
Mimi.
“Hello, what’s that?” demanded
Warren, looking under the table.
“Oh, that’s Mimi,” laughed Marion,
dropping half her sardine on the
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.H By Lydia E. Pinkham’s
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Th6ir Own Stories
Here Told.
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sawdust floor for the big gray cat.
“Well, I wish ‘Mimi’ would claw the
table’s leg instead of mine."
“Oh, isn’t she a beauty?" Helen
leaned over to stroke her sleek fur.
“We’ve got the most wonderful Per-
sion cat — Pussy Purrmew. She’s
taken three ribbons at the Madison |
Square Garden, besides a special—”
“Oh, cut it,” broke in Warren.
"When Helen gets started on Pussy
Purrmew you think we had the
only cat that ever took a prize.”
“He’s just as proud of her as I
am.” teased Helen.
Here a crowd of eight students
came in, nodded to Marion as they
passed, and with an air of being
quite at home pushed two tables to
gether, seated themselves, and began
rearranging the silver.
Geniality.
They were all Americans who had
evidently been long in the Quarter.
Helen instantly noticed a marked
resemblance in one of the men to a
large cartoon on the side of the wall
under which was scrawled “A Type.”
He had the same closely-trimmed
Van Dyke beard, the same slouch
hat. flowing tie and black velvet coat.
He needed only the portmanteau
under his arm to complete the pic
ture.
“Yes, that’s a caricature he drew
of himself,” smiled Marion, noticing
Helen’s glance of comparison. “He’s
ve^y clever, but he’s too lazy to
work. His folks live somewhorr in
Michigan. I believe they’re well-off.
and occasionally he gets a check from
home. The one next to him is Paul
Colomore—he had a picture in the
Salon last year. The girl he’s with
is Elsie ClaypoOl—she does minia
tures.”
The man with the Van Dyke beard
went over to a shelf on which were
a dozen or more napkins in varied
colored rings.
“Get mine! Get mine!” clamored
the others, catching them dexterously
as he tossed them over.
“Here’s yours, Marion. Want it?”
holding it up, poised to throw.
Marion laughed and shook her
head. “No, I’m company to-night, so
I’m flaunting a fresh one.”
“Oh, ail r-i-g-h-t,” with a comic
drawl as he put hack the napkin.
Two of the other men had gone
after the claret, glasses, relishes and
bread, which with noisy merriment
they distributed around their long
table.
“Oh. yes, when It’s crowded here
we often wait on ourselves,” smiled
Marion. “And we all have our nap
kin rings—it saves Madame a lot of
laundry.”
Helen was beginning to feel the
charm of it all. and even Warren
unbent somewhat in this atmosphere
of geniality and good fellowship.
As the dinner consisted only of
relishes, soup, fish, chicken, salad and
cheese, the possibility of horse-meat
was eliminated.
Marion suggested that they take
their coffee and iiquor out to one of
the now vacant tables on the terrace.
Everyone was having a cordial, for
a dinner in Paris, however inexpen
sive, is not complete without a cognac,
anisette, menthe, or grenadine.
Old Marie.
The group of American students
at the long table grew- more merry.
Every now and then they broke into
a chorus of some popular song, beat
ing time on the table with their
glasses.
Almost everyone had finished his
dinner, but they all still lingered on.
Some were playing checkers, others
had pushed aside their coffee curs
and were writing letters. The check
ers ana the well-worn portfolios with
the notepaper and pink blotters were
supplied by Madame.
These Latin Quarter restaurants
are not merely places to eat, for
they contribute much to the social
life of the student.
A little old woman, bent and shriv
elled. now paused in the street before
the terrace and began to sing in a
piping voice. Between the verses she
executed a tottering pas seul.
“That’s old Marie. She used to be
a famous dancer at the opera."
“But surely some society would take
care of her,” asked Helen.
Marion shrugged her shoulders.
“There’s so many worn-out artists
in Paris. And perhaps old Marie
would rather have this vagrant life
and her glass of absinthe.” ns Warren
and some of the students threw her a
few sous, “than to be shut up in an
old ladies’ home.”
A number of students who had evi
dently dined somewhere else now
came in to have a cordial and a chat
at Madame Jouven’s. Every one
seemed to know every one else.
It was after ten before they left.
Marion insisted on their coming to
her studio. They walked with her to
the gate of the old garden, but to
Helen’s disappointment Warren re
fused rather curtly to go up.
“Dear. I’m afraid Marion was hurt.”
as they turned back into the Boule
vard St. Michael. "You were almost
rude.”
“Well, she'd no business to insist.
She saw I didn’t want to go. I’ve
had enough Bohemianism for one
night Where’s that underground sta
tion we saw on the way down?”
“Oh, Warren, we’re not going back
in the underground?”
“Why not?”
“After dinner in the Latin Quarter
—to take the underground? We
might as well be in the subway at
home. It would spoil the atmosphere
of the whole evening.”
“Atmosphere be hanged! Should
think those fellows’d be glad to get
back to less atmosphere and more
civilization. This Latin Quarter life’s
only camping out.’’
“But ‘dear, their work—their ca
reers—”
“Careers! If a few of those yaps
would cut their hair, shake their
greasy velvet jackets, and go back
home, they might make a decent liv
ing, which is a whole lot more than
they’ll do here!”
THE
fTVnm th* Gorman of Barnhart! R*11®rm*nn—
German version Copyrighted, 1913. by S.
Puoher Verlag, Berlin. English tranalaUon and
ipilation by
Greatest Story of Its
Kind Since Jules Verne
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ritt,
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By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
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Playing the Game.
Two Scots met in a golf match. On
one side of the course there was a
high railway embankment. Over this
railway it happened Jock drove his
ball.
They hunted for it a long time, but
could not And it.
Sandy wanted Jock to give it up.
but Jock wouldna, for a lost ball
means a lost hole.
Finally Jock took a new ball frae
his poke, dirtied it, and pretended
to find it.
“Here ’tis, Sandy!” he called.
“Ye’re a leear, Jock!” responded
i Sandy.
“I’m no a leear! Here ’tis!”
“Ye’re a leear, for I’ve had it in ma
i pocket for fufteen meenits!”
The hundreds who made a com
fortable living snapping for the
scraps that fell from the financial
orgies of the great, watched the
great screens in front of the news
paper offices far into the night. They
wanted to know who MacKendree
Allan was. and who was back of him
and where his tunnel would be. All
of these things might mean fortunes
to them.
< 4 0 even
Tj confe
billions represented at
conference,” the screen an
nounced, in big black letters
against the blinding white.
But the first big sensation came
when the following appeared:
“Europe will be a suburb of New
York, says C. H. Lloyd!”
Another paper showed In moving
pictures the arrival of Vanderstyfft
at the momentous conference in his
monoplane, and supplementary pho
tographs and sentences to show how
the operator of the machine was run
down and nearly knocked from the
roof. Then a photograoh of Spinna-
way. the injured photographer. Then
moving pictures showing Allan help
ing Mrs. Allan into a cab the next
morning and kissing her good-bye.
"Great announcement!” was the
next sign, and there was a roar of
nervous laughter when the follow
ing appeared:
G. Hunter, broker, books first
passage on first train through tun
nel.”
Great Possibilities.
In quick succession came state
ments from the Secretary of Com
munications that the tunnel would
save a year in the life of every busi
ness man—from a famous tobacco
merchant that a carload of goods
could be shipped from Los Angeles to
St. Petersburg without reloading—
from another money king that a man
would go to Europe a dozen times
where he went once to-day. And so
on.
But little of this was grist for the
brokers’ mills. Already the news >t
Allan’s real estate operations was
more or less substantially before them
—one great opportunity snapped up.
Others might be slipping away every
second. Who was going to lead the
financing? Lloyd? Wittersteiner?
How would the money be raised—in
the open market? What would the
capitalization be—the bond issue?
Others than the small fry brokers
were busy that night. The great
Trans-Atlantic Shipping Trust saw
its control of the sea traffic headed
for a tremendous disaster if the great
plan should prove feasible. The heads
of this great combine were among the
few excluded from the conference,
omitted from Lloyd’s invitation list.
With their friends and allies they
were deep in a council of war, laying
shrewd plans to grease the wheels of
international politics so that they
would operate against the tunnel.
Rives found the elderly financier in
a secluded corner of the ^moking
room, where a window commanded a
view of the Jersey hills and the air
ships winking and flashing against
the sky and the occasional upward
leaping shafts of light that guided
them across the A’leghenies on the
line for New York.
After Mr. Wtitersteiner had hos
pitably seen to the wants of his guest
as to liquid and nicotine refreshment
he nodded to a disordered profusion
of telegrams scattered on the little
table among the bottles and cigarette
boxes.
"Your friend, Mr. Allan,” he ob
served with a quaint smile, "has no:
let any grass grow under his feet.”
Rives feigned a puzzlement that
was not all real.
"In what way, Mi . V ittersteiner ?*’
The old man chuckled. “I have
been getting some information from
some of my European agents about
his activities in the real estate field.”
Rives Surprised.
Rives could hardly conceal his em
barrassment. "Why. surely, Mr. Wit
tersteiner”—he began, but the old
man interrupted him with a gesture.
“Tut. tut! You need not defend
him—it was perfectly obvious, but
it is the obvious that the small man
overlooks. It augurs well for the suc
cess of the main plan that the man at
the head of it is prompt and clear
headed.”
"I am glad you feel that way about
it,” said Rives, with some relief.
“You are interested?” Mr. Witter
steiner smiled shrewdly.
“A few millions,” confessed the
other with a laugh. “I never should
have thought about it. but I am being
kidnaped into slave labor, and Al
lan let me In as balm to ruffled ease.”
Mr. Wittersteiner nodded approv
ingly. “That is good. He Is a gifted
man—Mr. Allan—a farseeing man.
He will go far. But,” he added
gravely, “I hope not too far.”
“How do you mean?” asked Rives
quickly.
“Why, it was very shrewd of him
to select for the entrance sites deserts
and waste places where the land
could be had for a song, but it would
not do to try that same principle with
the stock of the company—it would
not do for him. I hope he will re
member that older and more respon
sible heads are concerned.”
“I am sure that Allan has no idea
of anything but that Mr. Lloyd and
his allies shall conduct the financing
in their own way with the proper
safeguards for himself.”
A Bigger Game.
"That is right,” apporved Mr. Wit
tersteiner. "The profits from this
real estate transaction will not be in
considerable. but at the same time
you must not forget that it is only a
trifle—a side show. No matter how
great the profits are, it is simply the
work of a real estate operator. The
game of finance is different. But, as
I say, it speaks well for him. I am
glad that he is not merely an engi
neer. You have known him long?”
"Ever since our college days.”
“He is of a wealthy family?”
"Not by a long shot!” declared
Rives, with energy. "He worked in a
coal mine when he was twelve years
old and was the only man in the
mine with brains enough to find a
way out when most of 4 caved in.
That brought him to some promi
nence iu the news, and a wealthy old
woman in Chicago undertook his ed
ucation. He told me that watching
the drums hauling cages up and down
^HARK was a awful funny cuppel
calm to visit Pa & Ma last nite.
Thare naim was Mister it
Missus Blume; 1 think thare naim
shud have been Gloom. Thay was
both of them as sad as if the wurld
was dimming to a end.
I knew that Pa dident like them,
beekaus he is awful jolly moast of
the time, but Ma sed that thay was
old friends of the fambly so thay wu 1
have to # be entertained.
I wud be glad to entertain them,
1 Vi sed to Ma out in the kitchen, but
thay look so sad that I doant know
what to do for their plesur, inless I
spank littel Bobbie & maik him cry
I have newer did that yet, sed Pa,
and I hate to start in now.
Oh, 1 guess thay aint as bad as all
that. Ma seal. Jest go out now
entertain them till I cum.
So Pa «SL- me went out into the living
room wile Ma was gltting sum laie
supper for the cumpany.
Well, sed Pa to Mister Plume, I see
that Matty won another galm yester
day. He is doing pritty well for a
poor old cripple that Is all in, isent
he? sed Pa.
I do not pay much attention to the
petty triumfs of a baseball player, se 1
Mister Blume. He may be a id il
among the unthinking, but was Cae
sar a baseball player? No. He was
a grate general!
<>h, 1 see, sed Pa, you want to talk
about generals. Well, sir, I think that
Napol.vun was about the niftiest gen-,
eral that ever told his men to go &
git drilled by bullets. He was a far-
sited man. sed Pa. Wen his starving,
frozen Grand Armee was blundering
! from Moscow he cud look far
muff ahed to git out of it hisself, so
he took six of the best horses & the
best carriage & took a bee line for
Paris, leeving his poor soljers to git
hoam the best way thay cud.
Oh, yes, he was a inhuman man, s°3
Mister Blume. He waded to his tri-
umfs thru a sc a of blood, of blood,
blood, blood. Then Mister & Missus
Blume looked awful blue & sad.
Pa sed he had been in a awful war,
too, but dident git no medals, al
though he was intitled two them.
Mister Blume looked at Pa kind of
hard for a minnit, but Pa dident turn
red. I turned kind of red for him,
but Mister Blume wasent looking at
me, so he dident knuw that Pa was
lying.
Well, sed Mister Blume, you may
have been in that awful war, but
wether you were or not, thare were
reely grate men in those days. & the
peepul reely loved them. Now we
have no reely grate men. Jest wen
we begin to think one of them Is
grate, up cums a inquiry A. somebody
produces a lot of canceled checks,
the grate man’s naim Is mud. The
grate men are all moldertng in thare
graves, sed Mister Blume.
the grate wimmeBL too, sed
Missus Blume. Oh. dear me, what is
this wurld dimming too?
Oh, I think you must be a grate
woman, I toald Missus Blume. Then
she reely smiled & called me a deer
littel man. It made me think of a
littel verse I herd on the stage:
The wise man is wise in his wisdom.
The fool thinks he’s wise in his
folly;
But the high & the low, warever you
go
Are all easy marks for a jolly.
Do You Know—
Private Doughty, of the Royal Ma
rine Light Infantry, completed a re-
m, ik il.b piano-playing performance
at the East Cowes Town Hall re-
cently. having played without a stop
for 25 hours. Doughty finished re
markably fresh his only food having
boon a few hard-boiled eggs, grapes,
and a little milk, relieved by an oc
casional puff at a cigarette.
The most powerful locomotive in
the world has just been built by the
American Locomotive Company for
a Virginia railroad. It can haul 155
loaded 5ft-ton capacity goods trucks
at ten miles an hour. It has sixteen
driving wheels. The locomotive and
tender weigh 752,000 pounds, and the
fire-box is large enough to hold a
shunting locomotive.
The profession of prompter Is more
suited to women than to men, as their
voices carry better across the stag?,
anti are less audible in the audito
rium.
Tutter—Awfully pretty baby of
yours, Bender, but—er—what is it, a
boy or a girl?
Bender—Can’t you tell it’s a girl?
"No. How on earth do you tell?”
“Can’t you see? &he’s reaching up
to put her mother’s hat on straight.”
“Oh, doctor, I feel so discouraged—
whooping cough, measles, mumps,
and croup, one after the other, and
now my child is ill again!"
“Why, the boy’s a genius!”
“A genius?”
“Yes—infinite capacity for taking
pains, you know.’’
Wedderly—I’d hate to have any
business dealings with Slyker. He’s
too smart.
Singleton—Do you mean to ray that
you consider him smarter than your-
8< If”
Wedderly—I certainly do. Why, he
had a chance to marry my wife—but
he didn’t.
"4
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
The story opens with Rives, who is in charge of the technical work
ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tun -!
trains, with Baermann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They
are traveling at the rate of 118 miles an hour. Rives is in love with
Maude Allan, wife of Maekendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the
great tunnel scheme. After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean
Rives gets out of the train Suddenly the tunnel seems t<» burst. There
is a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Rives is badly wounded.
He staggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3,090 men
have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4
ltlves finds Baermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want
to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out.
The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest
financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from t\ H.
Lloyd, “The Money King.’’ John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al
lan. Mrs Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres
ent. Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3.100 miles long.
The financiers agree to back him. Allan and Rives want him to take charge
of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes to the Bark Club to meet Wit
tersteiner a financier. At Columbus Circle news of the great project is being
flashed on a screen. Thousands are watching it.
Now Go On With the Story.
At 4 o’clock the camp was roused
by the whistle of a locomotive. Wil
son, working all night with the help
of most of the freight masters at !
Toms River and his own men, had i
started another train of a hundred
cars and telephoned that more would
be along in a few hours
“Get those cars unloaded and shoot
’em back to me as quickly as you
can,” he telephoned to Rives. “Allan
is not only using all of our private
cars, but till he can steal from the
railroads, and the traffic manager is
beginning to holler ‘Murder!
the shafts gave him his first taste
for engineering. Then he went t<
work for the electrical people and de
veloped Allanite. I helped him tc
finance it and that gave him a mod
erate fortune. Since that time he has
worked continuously on his tunne
project.”
“Truly a remarkable history,” ob
served the old man. “ And that was
his wife with Miss Lloyd?”
“Yes.”
“Apparently a very charming and I directing
intelligent woman.”
Rives studied the end of his cigar
ette. “Yes—a very charming wo
man.” he agreed, slowly.
1 EAVINO the teams to toll along
tin* sandy by-roada behind him.
Rives cantered forward on his
wiry little polo pony to look over the
ground.
It was the last bit of unclaimed
land in the Jersey plains. Less than
a hundred years before all of the
country they had passed through af
ter leaving Toms River, which was
the ternoparv chief shipping point,
had been sand waste and scrub pine.
Now it was the most fertile garden
land in the world. On the site of the
tunnel entrance the government for
esters had been busy and sturdy
young trees all about him marked the
end of the first step in their work of
redemption.
H E dismounted and scrambled tin
one of these that grew on a hit
• of rising ground, a sanc^-dune
of twenty years before. Far to the
southeast he could see the tall chim
neys and the smoke of Toms Riv r
and mark the shipping in the canal,
where once had been the desolate
flats of Barnegat Bay. And beyond
that a faint strip of the blue At
lantic.
For a long time he sat dangling his
leg9 from a limb and gazed out across
the country until presently dusty col
umns of wagons clos- d in around him
and scores of men began unlimbor
ing tripods and marking stakes. Wag
on after wagon came up and dis
charged its load of men and equip
ment—axes for the most part—and
soon the woods for miles around rang
with the blows of the steel, and from
These were freight cars 1<
the roofs with building mat
the more perishable sort, ai
swore at his carpenters as they toiled
by lahtern light to get root over it.
The handling was faster than the
roofing, for the top of each car was
i | parked solid with workmen.
. .. , . . The next train brought a complete
yne it seemed to Rives that some | power plant> whlch was t „
until the 'bigger plants could be in
stalled. and by the time it arrived
the concrete bases for the dynamos
were beginning to dry.
. . .. . . . , , It was terrific pace. The run of a
indicated the places temporary she Is few sh(irt mil ,, s fr „„, Toms River
sprang up as if they had leaped from j VVilsun a big advantage, and. in
the ground. Th. smoke of a hundred ite of hls furious efforts, the
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a * r - Rives got Allan on the telephone in
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wood to “Jack up” the mei who were manded Allan,
running th-- temporary telephone line “Where are th
that should have been completed by | i“What workmen?”
daybreak. By 11 o’clock the line was I ‘‘Why, l’v© only got about
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tention to the two steel rails that “AH right, laughed Allan;
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can get freight started out here be
fore dark, you’ll he swamped worse
than that in the morning—if I know
Allan. You better stay on the job all
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