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THE ~ GEORGIANS MAGAZINE PAGE—
THE CINDERELLA MAN
BT Sey Sy sae
Aaas . onzed from Oliver Morosco's pro-
Biwara Ohiihe Broadway success, by
aßt the Hud-~n Theater, New Yc:;k.y o
(Copyright, 1915, International News
Service.)
By ANN LISLE.
T HERE was nothng to say. Very
T reverently Tony plicked up the
little gray cloak and lafd it
over the girl's shoulders; very gent'y
he led her over to the window and
helped her out onto the snowy little
Toof that would never offer them a
path for crossing azain; agd then al
most as if she were a saint in a shrine
T'un_\' stooped and kissed her hand.
Then he closed the glass casings aga’n
and stood staring nito his room. For
2 week it had housed Romance and
" mow it had been defiled.
The boy walked over to the tah'e
where lay “The Gateway of Dreams.”
He was very young, and he had been
brave for a long time, and throuzh
the bitterest discouragement. But
now for a mement he buried his head
in his arms and sobbed. It‘was not
in Tony Quintard’s nature 15 whimper
Or to refuse to face life, and suddenly
he saw again the bright side of
things.
His manuseript must win, and then,
perhaps, he might go into the home
next door and take his little Fairy
Godmother out into a world where
there were no She Bears and no bit
terness. But suddenly he found that
he.had not full falth {n his opera—the
last act—he must change that. And
then he must find a new place to liva,
He could never be happy in that room
again.
' Poor little Marjorie crept home
and sobbed out some of her shame
and unhappinesz in her own dainty
*oom. Somehow she got through the
night and the day that followed and a
whole week of days and nights that
were the saddest she had ever known.
&r only consolatiom in the days that
followed came from visits which
Primrose made to her. From him she
€ot her only news of Tony. And
though Blodgett, the stateiy butier cf
the Caner home, was scornful of shab
by old Primrose and very much dis
gusted at his visit, Tony's kind »d
friend was more welcome to Marjorie
.than all else the long days brought.
.+Tony had betakenm himself to live
with Primrose's sister-in-law’s aunt!
And Marjorie had to comfort herself
for not seeing him by conniving with
Primrose as to ways of smuzg!ing
dainty tidbits, sueh as never before
bad graced the family table at No.
417 1-2 McDougall alley, down to that
aßode in order to tempt the failing
appetite of Tony Quintard. But never
2 word or a message came from the
alley to the avenue other than just a
:An Undersea _Ronfl;flqn:é‘ .
% By GARRETT P. SERVISS.
: CORRESPONDENT asks if a
A sponge is anihal life.
= Sponges are ameng the
moet wonderful and puzzling of ani
mals. The sponge of our bathrooms
is’ the soft skeleton of one of the spe
¢les of this remarkable eresature,
‘hlch represents one of the very old
est forms of life on our globe, having
!’ted through successive geologic
rodl for tens of milllons of vears,
although it belongs to an offshoot
which “has led to nothing else”—that
i 3 to say, which has produced by evo-
Intion no higher forms than itself.
1t you will visit the American Mu
seum of Natural History you will see
specimens and models of sponges that
will fill you with amazement and ad
miration by their intricate and beau
tiful shages and their deilcate and
varied colors.
A Uving sponge is a kind of ceil
city. I you can imagine thousands
of Siamese twins all joined into one
composite body you wlll have an idea
of the kind of multiplex animal that
a Bponge is
~ 'But, of course, you must not drive
the comparison too far. 'A cell has
life and activity, but it has no organs
like a higher and more complex ani
mal “Sponges.,” says a zoologist (J.
A. Thdmson), are living thickets in
which many small animals play hide
and seek.”
Formerily many thought that
sponges were a kind of seaweed. They
grow attached to rocks, shells and
othr objects in the water. and nearly
all Hive in the sea., although there is a
fresh-water species called spongilla
The skelefon or framework of a
eponge is formed, in some species, of
carbonte of lime (whizh constitues
" the greater part of our own bones);
in other =pecies, of silica, a flinty suo
stance; aad in still others, of a horn
like material. |
“Sponges manage to draw their food
mm their reach by setting up cur
in the water. If you and your
family were .nicroscopic organisms,
dwelling In the neighborhood of a
mn, you might some morning find
you were being swept along by a |
gertle current, as soothingly unsuge
gestive of its real import as the little
shore eddies a mile above Niagara:
and when, too late, you awoke to the
sitaation, you would be rushing
theough a crooked tube, with hun
dreds of cilia (living hairs) reaching
for you from every side and you and
!flgmkx quickly become tha sub
m “Intra-cellular digestion.”
’ f Thomson, whom I bhave
flower bought at the expense cf
lunches and breakfast which Tonv
sent by Primrose to “Miss Madge”
each day.
~ The happiest - moment Marjorie's
long week knew was the tearfui grati
tude of poor old Primrose on the day
she broke it to him that she intended
to engage him as her footman, and
that his very first duty was 1o convey
to McDougal! alley a supper to tempt
the failing appetite of Tony Quintard
—clam broth, white meat of chicken.
asparagus tips on toast, vanilla ice
cream and lady fingers’! .
~ Marjorie had a very wonderful time
planning that feast. And she prom
ised herself quite faithfully that she
would not torture her father, whose
interest and affection were growing
apace, by falling to eat her own din
ner that night. She would have just
what she was sending Tony, and
would pretend they were eating It to
gether. 4 ;
~ Marjorie had been & real source of
worry al! that week to her father and
‘his friends. Only Romney understood
the situation—and there was a hiatus
in his information, since he knew
nothing of the romance-destroying
She Bear; however, since Romney
had cast himself for the part of Ro
mance creator, it seemed to him full
time that he make another move °n
the game.
Circumstances assisted him ve-y
nicely, for he and “Papa” Sewell were
invited to dine at the Caner home on
the evening before the committee re
ported on the success of the books
submitted for the ten-thousand-dollar
opera. So Romney scribbled a little
note and left it to Pomance to com
plete her own story.
- For a week Marjorie had shown
interest in nothing at all, but when
Boldger announced “Mr. Sewell” she
showed a very deep and absorbing in
terest and one that was quite charm
ingly unashamed in the report of the
committee on Mr. Quintard's opera.
“I=n’t it wonderful!” she gasped.
“'m sorryr—but the committee will
not have it—no—no!™ returned Sewell
quietly.
Marjorie was unable to belleve him.
“Won't have it?—That's impossible—
it's—it's too—too beautiful!”
“Fine! Fine! Yes—yes—so we all
theught—until we came to the last
act! But what does your idol of an
author do then?—he ruined his story
by ending it tragically! The thing
calls for a happy ending. That's a!l
thers is to it. ‘Believe me:"”
" Old “Papa” Sewe!l had a vague sus
picion that generous little Marjorie
was Interested in-the youmg man
whose s’tor_v had been t.id her.
{To Be Continued Monday.)
.
already quoted, gives ' this \'er}'!
graphic description of the way in
which a cup-shaped sponge lives: |
“The particlee are drawn in!
through minute pores all over the |
surface ol\lthe sponge: titey pass into
the cavity ‘of the cup, and they are
driven out again in a stream from
the large upper aperture. To what |
‘are the currents due? Obviously toi
the lashing activity of the ciliato’dg
lcells. f ’
| *“The'community is Venicelike, pen
jetrated by canals. By these, food and |
‘other necessaries are continually sup- ‘
gplied to the houses, or cells, on the|
; banks, and a constant current is sus- |
ilained by the life of the city.” |
{ But many sponges are very much
I more complicated than the simple
cup-shaped variety described by Pro- |
(fessor. Thomson. /Their general!
ischeme of living, however, is -.boutg
i the same. ‘
Sponges spread ilke plants byi
building. They also have sexes. Xn’
the calcareous sponges the ovum is
fertilized by the germ-cell borne to it
’hy water. From the ovum emerges e!
gnollow sphere consisting of celis, lnd'
this sphere is for a time a free
| swimming organism whicl finally
gnxes itseif for life to a rock Then
| the true sponge, in the forms which
‘we know, begins to grow.
The fresh-water sponges die in the
autumn, except that certain groups
of cells, forming “gemmules,” survive
i during the winter, and in the spring
float away to form new sponges.
These consist of males, which are
;shon-nved. and females, which live
| longer. From tife latter is born an
{ other genem.luon. which dies in the
autumn like 'the first.
Sponges have enemies, such as bur
rowing worms, and it has been
thought that the sharp spiculae, or
flint knives, which many of them con- t
tain, and which egut like little rador
blades, form a part of their defensive
armament,
Some of them, however, are them
selves aggressive. There is a minute
species which bores holes In oyster
shells, and others fasten themselves
to erabs and thus get carried about.
| The most remarkable of these lit
]u- traveling sponges is a small,
(orange-colored species which selects
stnr its domlicile a buckie shell that i=
’lnhabued by a hermit crab, as if it
;knew that in this way 1t would get a
{ free ride for life, Sometimes, it is
#aid, the sponge bores clear through
the shell and thus spolis its sute, for
then the crab gets out
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OR her—the Mus<s «. verse awoke ang ne began
F to match word to word to make a Valentine.
For her he washed his thin neck every day and :
stayed awake in church. And for her sake he faced a '
gpoonful of black medicine—looked it in the eye and
drank it down—and emiled, because she sald that he !
was brave. 1
- - -
A Man I know, who owns a small, dear son with '
golden hair that stands on end; gray eyes, and a
mouth Ilke a sleek strawberry, mused and spoke. |
And what he said was this: “I want my small son to
know girls. He wili get plenty of boys, and fights, and
iessons in valor, and rough good-heartedness. and |
blows in the face without my leading him by that
way ; plenty to make a man of him if the man spirit is I
there. :
“But this [ will take the trouble to do—to ses that ’
be knows girls—littie, big, or woman grown. But the
feminine thing who will paint the silver lining on his |
brusque iron cloud, who will make bim to know what
softness, tenderness, delicacy, loveliness is. And on |
that knowledge he will draw in what ever he works at |
all lite long. From that his faith in all fine and lovely |
things will spring. ‘
“Where is the man who was really a zood great ‘
man who had not fair ideals. What is a man or a boy ‘
without tkat hand behind him-—the good hand of
o Stories From Here and There &
. Gus Miller, a traveling man, paused
to watch a small colored youth who
gtood on one foot, inclined his wooly’
head far to one side, and pounded
vigorously on his skull with the palm
of his right hand.
‘‘Hello, kid,” grinned the drummer,
whose memory was carried back to
th!- own boyheod days by the familiar
action. “What are you doing?’
“Got watah in mah ear,” anmoußced
the boy.
‘“Oh-ho,”” laughed the drumme~,
“1 know just how that {s. T often have
felt ilke that after being 'n swimming ™
“SBwimmin’ nuffin"!” the youth ex
claimad, disdainfully. “Ah been eatin’
watahmliyun," —Jix per's
. - -
Humor in the Trenches.
In his book, “With Our Ar-.:y In Flan
ders,”” Valentine Willlams sayvs that hu.
mer b proßubly the largest component
of the spirtt of the British soldier A
Jark Johnsou bursts closes besde & Brit.
Womau, the nana of down and steel! For the sake of
all the lovely women and small girls 1 have known,
and the sweetness that they offered me for mine to
hold in my life, do I do any brave thing, any good
thing, any tender, any big thing that humble I have
done, e
“And here's a heart of pity for the small chap who
has never known the great Love -the worship of ten
years old for feminine nineteen. And here's may any
maid be proud to own the adoration of & child’
“Once I washed my neck faithfully for many wreks
for a iall, siim girl who read me boy hero tales.
Against her lovely crinkly platted frock I leaned with
her kind arm around me, and together we builded
tales of adventure mighty and impossible! For she
was child and woman, too, and glad to run from her
done-up hair and high heels and beaux to a tale and a
toasted apple with a small worshipper.
“She believed I was brave and without fear--she
said so—and far away from her, for that, I took my
medicine both then and now! She =aid I could do any
thing, and so I wrote her verses, and stil] 1 dare to
write them-—see! She said that [ was truthful, and 80
for her | washed my neck beyond tha boundary line of
jaw and ear even when no one saw! And still Ido &
little more than what I must for her.
“My son shall not m'ss that'" ;
NELI. BRINKLEY.
Ish soldler who is lighting his pipe with
lone of those odious French sulphur
lm-tnhes. The shell blows a sou! whiff
of chemicais right across the man's face.
| ‘Oh, dear, he exclaims, with a per
fectly genulne sigh, ‘these 'ere French
matches will be the death of me!’
l- - -
Where They Roll.
A young mother who still considers
marcel waves the most fashionable way
of dressing the halr was at work.
The precocious child was erouched on
its father's lap, the baby fingers now
;ar.-i then sllding over the smooth and
i glossy pate which s fathers.
No waves for you, father,” remark
o4 ths little one. “"You're all beach.”—
Christlan Endeavor World.
- . .
Looked Like Him.
Eandy had been photographisd, and asz
{he wes looking intently at hia ‘ploter”
| Tam McPhersun eame along.
l "th's that ye hiv theer 7" ha asked
“My photygraph.” reviled Sandy
By NELL BRINKLEY
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Copyright, 1918, luternational News Service.
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showing it proudly. “Whit d'ye think
o nr
I “Mon, it's fine,” exclaimed Tam In
great admiratidn. “It's just like ye, tae,
An’ whit mich the like o’ they cost?”
“I dinna ken,” replied Bandy. *1 din-
Ba peyd yet.™
“Mon,” said Tam, more firmly than
ever, “it's awful like ye!"—Philadelphia
Public Ledger,
- - -
On the Lookout.
At the breakfast table little Torgmy
whs not behaving himself. His fatber
reproved him more than once for play
ing with the cruet, but “Tommy stll
went on doing it.
At last he upset it and ail the pop
ver was s@uttred over the cloth.
““Now, Tommy,” sald his father se
varely, “you have been disobedient and
spified the papper! It would serve
¥ou right If I punished vou by put
ting that pepper in your mouth!™
"‘&’oun You punish me i the same
way 11 | upset the sugar howl?' re
}torted Tommy quickiy. j
What Happened to Jane
tny Virginia Terhune Van de
Water,
CHAPTER LX.
(Copyright, 1916, Star Corpany.)
HE trained nurse from Patton-
T ville listened pityingly to the,
agonized moans for help, to the
monotonous counting of footateps or
jof the ticking of an imaginary clock
| —sometimes it was one, sometimes
“he other. *“One, two—one, two,” the
girl woild whisper, ‘
Azain and again the nurse resolved
that, no matter what happened, she
'would never repeat certaln sentences
uttered by her delirious patient. ?
Day after day passed. Augustus
Reeves' lawyer came from Patton-.
ville and made all the funeral sr
rangements after the Coroner had
fulfilled his dutles.
The farmer’s body was laid beside
that of his first wife in the little cem
etery back of thel ckurch. The curi
ous crowd that fdollowed it to Its last
resting place wondered morbidly
whether the girl whom he had mar
ried less than a half yvear ago would
soon be laid here, too. Well, she had
pald dearly for her ambition to be
come rich! And she had always been
80 sweet and simple before her mar
riage!
Ruth Crosby sobbed convulsively as
she tried to speak of the tragaly.
Poor Jane! She had not been happy
—Ruth was sure of this now. The
resentment she had felt toward the
young wife was forgotten in this new
horror.
2 For, it was whispered in the vil
lage, if Jane Reeves should lve, she
would be arrested for the slaying of
her husband.
| Edward Sanderson had read of tha
Igmesome tragedy in the city papers.
‘ At first he found it hard to believe
the evidence of his own senses. As al
!rule. he shunned the stories such u‘
{this. He had no morbid taste for the
horrible. But just as he was about to
tturn his eyes away from the detatls cf
ilhe murder of “a wealthy farmer ap
{ the State,” the name of the place in
‘which the crime had been committed
l-eemed to start up out of the print
and strike him.
“Miuton!” he exclaimed. The name
brought with it a flood of memories,
and for a moment he looked out of
the window of his office at the strip of
blue sky that showed above the top of
;me brick bullding next doer. Ah,
{would he ever forget? Would those
ibl!ter-sw«,‘et memories ever cease to
istab and wound?
‘The Manicure Lady
_l By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
“‘ WAS to see a picture show
i I last night,” said the nmx.?
! cure Lady, “and it was so
isad that I cried right in the theater.
| My escort looked kind of cheap, be
icause he didn't bring no handker
| chief, and mine got so damp I couldn’t
| use 1t no more.”
| “It ain't no disgrace to have a
| tender heart,” said the Head Barber.
i"l wish my landlord was gaited more
that way "
“This picture was about a young
girl that was jilted at the last min
ute,” said the Manicure Lady. “She
read them cruel words which he wrote
|to ber, and then she put on her
‘brldal dress and tried to kill herseif.
Her mother came in just in time and
laaved her.” 4
“It T was a girl 1 wouldn't kill my
self for no gent,” said the Head Bar
ber. “Gents is too easy to get if a
girl Is wise, and, of course, if I had
teen a girl I would have been a wise
one.”
“Of course!” said the Manicure
Lady, freezingly. “Of course, you
would be a wise girl. I don’t see what
keeps your brains from oozing out
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In Our Wonderful World
‘ Tis acknowledged that platinum,
l although it lacks the beauty of
‘ color that gold has, is the costliest
useful metal in the world. The chiet
l-upply of crude platinum comes from
the Ural Mountains, in Russia, the out
put of which in 1812 was about 300,000
troy ounces, as against 314,000 from all
countries. Platinum has been used ex
tensively in the manufacture of electric
light bulbs, and in recent years has be
come peopular for mounting pregious
stones, especially dlamonds; but it is
in the chemical laboratory that plati
num serves its most useful purposes.
It is unaffected by the attack of the
#“trongest acid, although It sometimes
becomes brittle when exposed to cer
‘ tain acids in combination. It melts only
{at the intense heat of about 1,763 de
| grees Centigrade. Iron melts at 1,550
degreea Centigrade,
i . -
| A screen which can be used with an
’ord’mnry inverted Incandescent mantle
to produce artificial daylight has been
linwnlod This seems to be thefirst
time that the method has been applied
in & practieal form to gas. The appa
ratus consists of a hox receptacle whit
}emd inxide, which receives light from
!tha inverted mantle within the dome
!like reflectar mounted above it. Under
‘nnth this reflector there are two dou
ble plates of glass, the color of which
e P
He glanced again at the paper. It
would be odd if the name of the per
son who had been killed were sne
which he recalled. He thought he had
forgotten everybody in Milton except
the one person who had filled a!l his
hortzon. Nobody else mattered. And
she was worse than dead to him.
; And then he read the name of thel
man she had married. He was glad’
he was alone now, for the walls atk
the little office in which he was sea*edi’
swam and swayed strangely. He
grasped the dge of his desk with bo:hl
hands and read on, his eyes wide and
dark, his face pale and his breath
coming fast,
Dead! Murdered! And Jane—what
about Jane? He must know! He
MUST know!
Preoccupation.
This thought possessed him day and
night. He ate little and slept less for |
the next few days. He knew a news-‘
paper man who had been put on this
case. Sanderson sought him out and
tried to make him talk.
It was through him that he learned
of the horrible suspleion that was
growing in Milton. He learned, too,
that perhaps the suspected wife would
never be brought to trial, that she was
80 {ll that she might dle.
Of course, he (Edward Sanderson)
knew that it was all a hideous mis
take, just as that wicked marriage
had been. He had never been able to
belfeve that Jane had sold herself—
until his letters to her had come back
unopened. He had sometimes won
dered since her marriage if she had
really known of those episties. For he
had written several t!mes after get
ting back his first unopened letter,
but all his communications had been
returned. He had even sent Jane a
note a few days before he met her
and Reeves walking on Fifth avenue.
When he saw her with Reeves there,
he knew that she was married, and
had never written to her after that.
Now, however, he must know the
truth. And one day he boarded a
train for Milton.
He wondered afterward how hg
had endured the hours spent in that
Journey out there and back, and the
ordeal of seeing and talking to her
father in the room in which he had
sat and talked with her in days
|that were dead.
The lure of the spring was over
'{the land on this afternoon in early
: y. The buds on the fruit trees
were beginning to swell, The grass
was a light green; the smell of
growing things was In the air. A blue-
I bird flew over the little lawn in front
Qf your ears, George. If you had been
living In them days, Mister SBockrates
would have been working for you.
“11l tell you one thing, though. Isa
young man ever trifled with my young
heart and I got wise to it, I would
make a awful tramp out of him be
fore I got through. I think that kind
of a man is a awful low sort, George,
even if he ha.x;pens to be a rich aristo
crat. As Mister Tennyson once said,
‘Kind hearts is more than coroners.”
“This Is a funny old world,” mused
the Head Barber. “Sometimes I think
some of us gets more than our share,
the same as I did when I married the
Missus. I never deserved no such
grand girl. And when I think how
I've got her and then think how lots
of better fellows got stung, It seems
to me I'm a pretty lucky dog even if
my horses don't always win for me.”
“Of course, you're lucky, George,
but not no more than you deserve to
be. I only hope that when I have
whispered Yes and walk up the aisle
of the church I will be walking along
side as true a gent as you are, only
more handsome.”
“I never was much on looks, I
know,” said the Head Barber. “When
T T ee i i L L L
is selected with a view to securing an
exact imitation of & natural north light
.- . i
A wood-spiltting machine has been |
invented which automatically hlndlfii‘
loge two feet loug and eighteen inches |
thick. It is run by a three-horsepower
Kasolie engine, and conssits mainly of
& huge knife, which works through the
knottiest wood at the rate of sixty
strokes a minute,
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"Do You Know i
In proportion to its size, Monaco
produces richer royal revenue than
any other country.
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Italy, Spain and Turkey are the
only countries lin Burope which do
not pay their M. P.'s.
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’ Huge masses of salt are to be seen
| in some sections of Roumania, for the
;ult deposits cover an enormous area
and have a thickness varying from
about 600 to 300 feet. At Sarat there
is a mountain of salt, and steam
shovels can be used to load the wait-
Ing cars. In other cases the gallery
system is en‘:&loyed. and electrically
driven machines turn out blocks a
cublc yard in size, like great pieces of
! granita.
Edward Sanderson Goes
to Milton to Help Her
of the Hardy house as S!.ndetm'q}
’up the path. 2
| His talk with Eara—now changed
[to & bent old man—was brief. Ned
bad said little by way of introdue
i(ion, but had demanded bluntly
jwhat the father knew of those let
| ters which had been returned un
| opened. ¢
| Ezra, never strong in chw
| Was now too broken and subdued t&
| resent the young man’s manner &
speech, and made a clean breast é
the whole affair, withholding noth
| ing, softening nothing. What aif
| ference could it make? Amm‘
ldead—nlane might be going to dle. ifl
| The Possibility. e
His voics broke as he spoks of M
llasz possibility, and Sanderson laid &
gentle hand on the bowed shoulders. ;
‘ “Please God she'll get well!” he
{murmured, his throat contracting
| painfully. 5
But even as he said it he remem
| bered what lifs might mean to her,
| what horror of anguish she might
have to face. If he could only help
| her, could only let her know that he
| would belleve in her In spite of the
| whole world. .
| “If there is any change, will you
| send me word?” he begged when he
| was leaving the house.
| Ezra looxed at him curiously, and
!som»:hlng he saw In the frank eyes
%smote him as he remembered how
{he had decelved this man. He
| must have loved Jane very much, he
!tho'lght weakly.
[ “Yes, yes, I'll let you know, T N
you know,” the father promised.
As Edward Sandersoa went softly
down the steps, he heard a low moan
from the room over the porch where
the window was stretched wide open.
He recollected that this used to be
Jane’'s room.
l A mist came to his eves and Nhe
clenched his hands until the nafls bit
iinto the flash. That this thing should
i}.ave come to HER—the sweetest, the
dearest—oh, he could not bear it!
When he had reached his own
rooms and sat down to think, he tried
to derive some comfort in reflecting:
{ that, after all, Jane had never re
| turned his letters to him.
‘ She had been sacrificed to a cone
sclenceless suitor and to a weak
| father
| “Between them they've ecrushed
{ her, killed her — my dariing! my
o e &
i And although 2
z,flrunx man, ghn was not uhm
when he broke down and sobbed like
& woman,
(Toe Be Continued,)
ePtit eo S e ee e
I was a kid they used to call me
Frogface. That ain't no pet name, no
Wway you figure it because nobody
ever seen a frog that you could eall
handsome. Their eyes is big, but toe
buigy, and they ain’t no expression.
Their faces never lights up.”
“No, frogs certainly ain’t hand
gome” agreed the Manicure l‘_@.l
“but whoever started that nickname
on you must have been kind of jeal
ous. You ain't the handsomest man
in the world, George, but goodness
knows you are above the average, and
when a man gets too handsome he
ain’t usually a good provider.
“One of my neighbors uptown 1=
married to a man that looks like a
Greek god and provides for her like a
Greek peddler. There is Greeks and
Greeks, and she got a lttle of both
kinds,
“My nature is one of them gentle
kind, George, like a rippiing river, but
when it overflows everybody usually
takes to the high ground.”
“I've noticed that” sald the Head
Barber, admiringly. “Nobody gets
very gay around you. At least, I nev
er seen nobody.”
“No, you never seen nobody,” sald
the Manicure Lady. “No gent ever
i;—»azed me disrespectful for more
than two or three seconds, and they
lbe'ver not had!”
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