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GEOBCHAHS’
A Thrilling Story of Modem Life
Hunting a Husband
By ANN LISLE
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A World Within a World By NELL BRINKLEY
Republished bv Special Arrangement with HARPER’S BAZAR, the Oldest and Greatest Woman’s
Magazine
*’Ys«; that's exactly what they
would siy. But won’t you believe
tny sister lin’f ehat?”
“If I had thought there was v«ry
much truth In what people said,
•houldn’t hav© ventured to come
here,” ©aid Compton-Blake, simply.
“I might have known that. I wasn't
questioning your motive; I Juet nat
urally had to stand up for Bonnie
£ha's obliged to always choose the
Lest of what she finds in htr path In
life. Reginald Burke was the most
refined and cleverest man she'd ever
come across. His good manners and
breeding attracted Bonnie. That's
whv she wanted to he friendly with
him That's why she managed to
climb so far in six months. The only
wsv my little sister could have a
place in the world was to earn it. I
think t*«e worst your snobbish friends
could say of her is that she’s a snob,
too. T)o you see that, Mr. Compton-
Blake?”
“Yes. Miss Mortimer. I see it exact
ly. And propatdy some little chival
rous feeling toward a girl who looked
like my own slater—something In the
way Mrs. Carter and Miss Torrance
flared up to defend you—made me
• think I’d better com© here and tail
you that the Burkes Are ready to
make a most Infernal din about the
fact that RegtnjUd has Chucked ids
real estate lor a little flyer in dane-
'W'liat can T do?” asked Judith
wistfully. “Do all those girls who
have ridden in limousines and have
maids and butlers and Fifth avenue
clothes all their lives think it will bo
easy for me to make my little 20-
year-old sister give up her chance at
those things? What are nil the peo
ple who gossip about Bonnie going to
give her if she does resign her $30rt-a-
week job? Wouldn't they gossip about
any girl from another world who came
along and made friends with a man in
their set? Wouldn't they think any
girl who got so far In such a short
time was fit prey for their destroy
ing shrugs and insinuations? I’m sor
ry that Bonnie's dancing partner Is a
man from your set, but what did he
earn in the real estate office, Mr.
Compton-Blake?”
“Oh, commissions and a bit of a
salary. 1 suppose His father ullowsd
him Jo,000 a year and made him a
present of a stray automobile or pow
er boat now and then and housed him.
I suppose Reggie might have cleared
up $1,500 a year of his own.”
“And he and Bonnie are signing a
contract to dance at $300 a week. His
interest in this studio will probably
bring him at least $T*0 more. In two
months at this work Reginald Burke
will more than make as much as >Ou
say a year of real estate brought him.
Has the friendship of any girl in your
set been as valuable to him as that,
Mr. Compton-Blake? How dart thsy
criticise Bonnie? Facts surely are for
her, and I think even appearances are,
too.”
“Then you won't do a thing to in
fluence your sister to give up her
plans?” asked young Compton-Blake.
rising and looking down at Judy with
an expression she could not quite
fathom.
“No. I’ll tell her exactly how dan
gerous it is for an unknown girl who
Hli oma tip from poverty to have as
a partner a well known man who has
been in the habit of grafting a living
from his father. 1 think the best
thing that ever happened to Reginald
Burke was meeting Bonnie. I'll ad
mire her all the more if she sticks to
him. But I’ll apply the surgeon’s
knife by telling her. Now are you sat-
■ •
I believe you hate me,” said Mr.
Compton-Blake, in a rather startled
tone of voice. “I came here with a
righteous sort of feeling that I was
going to do you a good turn by show
ing you ths error of your sister’s ways.
You make m© feel as if 1 had been h
very smug Pharisee. Somehow I feel
like a gossiping old tommy cat my
self.”
“Perhaps we’ve done each other «
good turn,” returned Judy, smiling
with a friendliness she was surprised
to find herself feeling. ”In the begin
ning I was ready to apologise for my
sister, and now I see how much more
there is to explain away in the atti
tude of people who Insist on seeing
evil In honest work. The only thing
am sorry about is that Mr. Burke’s
people should feel belittled by the way
he has chosen to make a living.”
“Oh, I'm going to do a little more
butting In to-day. I’m going up and
extend to the Burkes some of the
clearness of vision you’ve given me,
Miss Mortimer.”
“Then you uren't angry because
your mission has fuiled? You don’t
despise me for my attitude or think
I’m an enemy to society?" asked Judy,
with an eagerness she could hardly
understand.
“Despise you? I think you’re fine.
Could we be friends?” asked Jimmie
Compton-Blake, holding out his hand.
“I think we could—If people
wouldn't misunderstand," said Judy.
She smiled a little wistfully, and
wondered if Misr. Torrance would go
right on approving of her. even if she
know her fiance had offered Judith
Mortimer his friendship.
Rut we are friends,” said the man,
quietly. “Here’s my hand on It. Will
you take it?”
And Judith held out her hand.
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All the girls you
like will be there! ”
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ISS TORRANCE," "Miss
Margaret Compton-Blalie."
read Bonnlbelle Mortimer
from the <ard» Lucy, the maid, had
just presented on her little silver tray.
“Judy, whatever tan they want?”
“Shall I go see?" asked Judy.
"We'll both go," replied Bonnie.
"Ea. h one sent two cards."
Jimmie Compton-Blake had not
Idled away the thirty-two year* of
his life. He had already made for
himself a place In the legal profea-
sldn almost a» distinguished as the
one Fate had given him by permit*
ting him to be born Into the Comb-
ton-Blake family. He was spoken
of as the coming man among the
younger lawyers and the older men
professed the greatest admiration for
the scholarly way he could druw a
brief and the brilliant way he could
plead a case.
The fortune and position birth had
given him he accepted as a matter of
course, of hie remarkable good looks
and his charm of manner he took no
particular thought. Success in his
profession and making hy his Indi
vidual efforts and abilities a place In
the world of men were the things on
which he centered his mind and atten
tion.
't hen Judith Mortimer argued her
sister's case with logic and feeling
and arraigned Society for Its narrow,
minded, si andal-mongering attitude,
she woke the admiration and kindly
partisanship of the man who knew
very well himself how to plead a
case James Compton-Blake had not
won his nickname in scorn or deri
sion. He was Jimmie to every one
because he had the simple lovable
ness of the wholesome big boy the
name Jimmie suggests.
Wllla Torrance was very proud of
her flaneg and w*as glad enough to be
friendly toward people whose cause
he espoused. Margaret Compton-
Blake adored her big brother. Neither
girl Imagined how cleverly he had
sponsored the project they thought
they had verv cleverly thought up.
Jimmie had given the girls an idea.
They were to work it out to-day.
At the end of half an hour’s nego
tiation It was arranged that Mrs. I.ee
| Carter should chaperon a dancing
class of six girls, who would meet on
Monday. Wednesday and Friday at
three, and learn under the tuition of
the Miases Hoyt-Mortlmer and their
assistants, to perform some Intricate
J and charming steps for figures to be
1 given at the Charity Fete In the
! Spring.
After their guests had gone-Bon-
nle whtrlsd on Judy In great amuse-
! ment.
Honor bright, now Judy, aren't I s
bit better looking than Margaret
Compton-Blake?"
"Not a bit, Bonnie, but ever so much
bstter—bred!" laughed Judy, "but 1
can't begin to tell you. little sister
how pleased I am that the women of
society are beginning to come to us,
too. It makes me feci so much more
secure In my positton."
To Be Continued,
About Valuable Stamps
Odd Happenings That Made Them Worth Money.
r
HE collector of postage stamps is
always on the lookout for what
are known as “freaks,” and pos
sibly no greater find In ths way
of freaks has ever been discovered than
what is known as the “death-mask”
Serbian stamp.
Going back to the period of the
horrible assassination of the royal fam
ily of that country, it will be recol
lected that the engraver of the stamp
showing the head of the new monarch
— King 1‘eter—so manipulated the lines
of the drawing that, by holding the
stamp upside down, the face took the
representation of the death mask of the
murdered king. There are some who
say that this was an accident, but
almost every stamp collector who pos
sesses a copy of this stamp feels con
vinced that it was no mere Blip, but a
well thought out design.
Stamps which a few months ago were
of very little value will loom large
in the future, owing to the alterations
in the map of Europe, and. indeed, of
the world, brought about by the present
war. Among Some curiosities already
being collected and treasured may be
mentioned a number of Red Cross post
age stamps issued from the French
postoffices in Morocco, from which cer
tain letters and figures have besn omit
ted. England has not gone in for any
thing of the nature of an official war
stamp, but it Is interesting to note tue
issue of what are known as “occupa
tion stamps” in the German colony of
Togoland.
No postage stamps of any description
were found in Lome after it had been
evacuated by the Germans, who had
destroyed or hidden all stocks of them.
There were, however, discovered in a
box sunk in a dry well In another vil
lage a great number of stamps, and
these were over-printed, some with
French and some with English wording
for provisional use. Only a limited
number, however, were treated in this
way. and the demand for them from
stamp dealers all over the worw h
already risen considerably.
Denmara, although not yet in the war
zdne, has prepared a special war post
card and supplied It to her naval and
military forces who have been mobilized.
It Is the ordinary five-ore postcard
which has been overprinted with the
initials, in black lettering, “S. B
which signifies “osldiers’ post card,"
and or.e copy of It is handed out freely
weekly to each soldier and sailor.
It is said that one of the most val
uable stamps in the future will be that
of Samoa, which was printed over by
the New Zealand postage authorities In
respect to the local surcharge. One
single sheet containing 100 stamps has a
peculiar error, and. as only forty of
such stamps are available, already the
price for them has reached $100 each.
Our Fastest Travellers
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TV many stenographers have
er stopped tt hlnk of the
distance their finger* travel in
a day, a week, of a year? Their fingers
are ths most amazing travelers in
creation and capable of going enor
mous distances without the fatigue that
would afflict the feet and legs in per
forming a similar journey. In ordl-,
nary handwriting the hand may travel,
according to an expert, 10,000 miles
In a year and not indicate impairment.
PEeckoftlng on the basis of these fig
ures, it is estimated lhat the fingers of
the average skillful stenographer must
travel at least ten times as far, which
means that the dexterous manipulator
of the keyboard of the typewriter does
a finger journey of 100,000 miles a year.
This question of how far the fingers
travel in the case of typists has
aroused not a little interest among
Scientists who have also made investi
gations as to the distance the fingers
of an expert pianist travel in the same
time, working at contluously and at as
high a speed.
It la reported that 8tr James Paget
some years ago made a calculation of
the expenditure of brain and muscle
required for a performance on the piano.
He asked a famous pianist to play one
of the swiftest pieces of music known
to her. s presto by Mendelssohn. The
time It occupied was taken and the
number of notes counted. She played
5.995 notes in four minutes and three
seconds, rather more than 24 notes per
second
“Certainly,” said Sir James, when
reporting on the experiment, “there
were no fewer than seventy two dis
tinct variations in the currents of nerve
force transmitted from the brain to
the muscles in each second, and each
of these variations was determined by
a distinct effort of the will.
There wore at least four conscious
sensations for each of the twenty-fonr
notes in each second. That is to say
there were ninety-six transmissions of
force from the hands to nerve fibres
along their course to the brain in each
of the same seconds."
Good Name.
A N Irishman, working at som* iron
works In the North of England,
met a mate of his as he hurried to the
works one morning, who accosted hhn
thus:
"Say, Pat. would you believe It?
When I.got home last night there they
were—twins. I was simply paralysed.
We've named one of them Ann Elisa,
but we re up a tree for a name for the
other."
"Yed better call her Paralyser,"
suggested Paddy.
Sidelights on the Famous
Interesting Little Stories About the Great.
S PURGEON, the famous preacher,
was once asked the following
curious question: “Would a man
go to heaven who learned to play the
cornet on Sunday?”
Ills reply was thoroughly character
istic. Said he: “I don’t see why he
should not; but”—after a pause—“I
doubt whether the man next door
would!’’
• • *
William Jennings Bryan has so often
failed to become President of the
United States that he once likened
himself to a certain man who wished
to be present at a dance.
"I shall soon," he said, “be in the
position of the man, somewhat the
worse for wear, who came to a dance
at Texas. The floor manager saw him
and told him to get out. He came
back. Then the floor manager pushed
him out. He came back. Finally the
floor manager kicked him out.
“At the bottom of the stairs he con
sidered the mattef. ‘I know what it
means.' he muttered. ‘They can’t fool
me! Those people In there don’t want
me to attend that dance.’ ”
• * *
That wonderful actor, the late
Charles Warner, once figured in an ex
traordinary unrehearsed incident. He
was playing at the time In London in
a play called “Stormbeaten,” a feud
which forma the basis of a very dra
matic story being caused by the villain
shooting the hero's favorite dog “This
dog,” says J. H. Barnes, who played
the villain and who tells the story In
his book, “was a magnificent St. Ber
nard, which the managers bought for
the play, and handed over to War
ner to keep so that he might be quite
accustomed to his voice and presence.
W arner and Carlo became inseparable.
“On the night in question I idid
duly shot Carlo, in the first aot. and
one of the Gatti brothers had taW*n
him away and brought him back into
the refreshment room in front of the
theater. By that time we were playing
the last art, and years had supposed
to elapse when, sofirte door being open,
Carlo heard Warner’s voice on the
stage.
“He gave an enormous yelp, rushed
down the stairs, through the orches
tra stalls, cleared the orchestra with
a bound, and shaking his tail with glee
lay down at Warner’9 feet on the
stage. His artistic resuscitation at
that Juncture completely killed the
end of the play, but as an individual
effort he made a great success, and se
cured the best applause of the
evening.”
• • *
A friend of Nat Goodwin’s was stay
ing with the actor at his home in Cal
ifornia, in the hope of obtaining relief
Doomed.
"Casey seems to be doing well
where he is."
“He'll not last long in it.”
r “Why not? He seems to
satisfaction.”
“He’ll not last a month. I
so when he got the job two years
ago and I say so now.”
give
paid
The “Right-O” Stories
Philanthropy and Some of Its Advantages, as the
Stenographer Sees It.
“G‘
By DOROTHY DIX.
KE,” said the Stenographer,
wistfully, “but I’d like to be
one of these great philan
thropists, like Mr. Rockefeller or Mr.
Carnegie, or Mrs. Sage, or be able to
donate a few millions to relieve the
sufferings of humaiAy."
"Well,” responded the Bookkeeper,
“when you commence handing efut your
endowments, I’d like to call your at
tention to a poor but worthy youth not
a million miles away from you. I would
not even object to being named after
you, if you have to put your brand on
all your benefactions, as our modest
ar.d shrinking friend, Andy, does."
“Oh, T wouldn’t give colleges and li
braries," said the Stenographer, mus
ingly, “that kind of thing has been
done to death. What’s the use of any
more colleges when you can’t get peo
ple through the high schools? What’s
the use of any more libraries when you
can buy more to read for a penny than
you ever have time to wade through?”
“Don’t forget our impecunious high
brows,” retorted the Bookkeeper.
“No,” continued the Stenographer,
without noticing him, “if I were a phi
lanthropist, I would do good along
original lines, and reform abuses that
need reforming, and bring joy to un
expected waste places.”
“Might I inquire what you'd do, Lady
Bountiful—nit?” inquired the Book
keeper.
“Well, to begin with,” replied the
Stenographer, “I’d hire a pugilist to
follow inconspicuously behind me, and
every time a subway guard slammed
a door in my face and then stood grin
ning for a minute at my discomfiture
before the train stafted, or when one
yelled at me in an insulting tone to
step lively there, or a platform guard
put his hand in the middle of my back
and shoved me around, or a street car
conductor carried me a block beyond
my corner because he was busy talking
to somebody, and didn’t notice my sig
nal, and then made a rude reply to my
protest, why, I’d summon my faithful
henchman and have the offending party
given a thrashing that would put po
liteness into him to the longest day he
lived.
“It’s perfectly safe now for any of
these ruffians to be as rude as he likes
to any woman because she can't help
herself, but if he never knew when a
strong armed man was following along
to avenge her, just think how nice,
and kind, and courteous he would be."
"Right-O,” commented the Bookkeep
er, “and what else would you do if
you were a real philanthropist?”
“I’d organize a band of heroic vol
unteers of the handsomest and most
fascinating men I could find, and I'd
make them pick out the ugliest and
most unattractive middle-aged women
they met and try to flirt with them,"
responded the Stenographer. “Just
think how lonesome these pood old
dears must be to have every man just
pass them by as if they were so many
bales of dry goods, and how delighted
and shocked they would be if some man
would pay attention to them.”
“Why, they’d go home feeling twenty
years younger, and they’d simply gloat
over telling that they were so attractive
that it wasn’t safe for them to go out
on the street alone. That,” added the
Stenographer, with a meaning glance
at the Bookkeeper, "but I lack the al
truistic spirt. But what else would you
if you had the coin and could turn
benefactor?”
”Oh, lots of things,” replied the Ste
nographer, “I'd hire somebody to blow
up most of the public monuments In
New York in the interests of art, and
I’d get somebody to put tunes in the
operas, and I'd get Mr. Maxim to in
vent a silencer for the phonograph
next door, and I’d make it a penal
offense for anybody to take vocal les
sons until a competent committee had
passed on their voices, and I’d
“Sh-8-sh. here comes the Boss." sawi
the Bookkeeper, "and if you don’t get
busy you will be needing the services of
a philanthropist yourself.”
Women in Odd Roles
1
[ £-4 LOWLY, but none the less surely,
woman le proving herself the equal,
both here and abroad, of man In
various occupations. This is evident
from the* fact that women clerks are
now being largely employed in banks,
while some time ago one was started
in England staffed exclusively by wom
en. Again, in Stock Exchange offices,
insurance offices and commercial houses,
more women are be*ng employed eveiy
day.
A novel profession for women, the
utility of which is being recognized
more and rrfore every day by large
business houses, is that which is known
as the “welfare worker,” who looks
after the physical and moral welfare
of women and girls in large businesses.
from chronic dyspepsia. One day he
was taking a walk along the beach
with his host.
'T have derived relief from drinking
a glass of salt water from the tide,’’’
said the invalid solemnly. “Do you
think I might take a second?”
Goodwin reflected deeply. “Well,” he
replied, with equal seriousness, “I don’t
think a second would be missed.”
son is assistant to the professor of
protozoology at London University;
Miss Alice Wemes nolds the post of
professor of African ’anguages at King's
College: Miss M. A. Czaphika, who hold. 3
a traveling fellowship of Somerville
College, has gone to Siberia under the
auspices of the Oxford School of An
thropology to study the native tribes
of the Yenesci Valley, while Miss Ger
trude Lowthian Bell’s Studies of ancient
inscriptions and arcnlteCture in Syria
have won tributes from learned socie
ties.
Referring to curious occupations chos
en by women It is to be noted that there
ip at least one woman Slaughterer, four
women bricklayers and three grooms
while the only woman authorized to ti
the recruiting officer’s ribbons is Mrs.
J. G. Patterson, Pixboro, Horley, Sur
rey.
In America there ?s a woman Sena
tor in Colorado and hundreds of women
Welfare workers are women whose tact, fin important posts all over the lard.
resourcefulness and organizing ability
make them specially valuable in dealing
with a A large staff of women and girls.
A university course of economics, a
year’s training at a settlement and a
few months’ business training are all
the desirable preliminaries.
Among the more advanced posts which
English women are admirably filling to
day. particularly in the scientific world,
might be mentioned the appointments
which have been given to two women
in the National Museum of ^Science and
Art, one in the Zoology Division and
the other in the Botanical Division.
These women are employed as assist
ants.
But distinguished positions gained by
women are legion. Miss Marie Xopes,
D. fc>c., is the only established lecturer ’
on pilaebotany; Mi6s Muriel Robert-
whlle in the New York City govern mi*
a. woman heads the Department of Co
rections.
Persistent.
A REPORTER who bad been com
missioned to interview an Amer
ican millionaire on a certain question
was repeatedly refc.-ed admission t ■
his house.
At last he went to a Senator who
was a personal friend of the million
aire. and asked him to help him
Armed with the Senator’s card, he re
turned to the millionaire’s house. This
time he was admitted.
“Young man,” said the millionaire
“do you know that sixteen reporters
have called upon me to-day about this
very question and that I have refused
to see them all?”
I ought to know it, sir,” replied
the visitor, “for I’m the whole six-
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