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ThE GEORGIANS MAGAZINE PAGE—
Romanc;l Thrilll Action in
The Heart of
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Tony Wells Asks if the Young Wife "« Certain of Har
din’s Non-Appearance.
Novelized from the Frohiuan-Be
lasco production of George Scarbor
ough's play, now running at the L%-
ceum rheater, New York. Copyright,
1916, International News Service.
By ANNE LISLE.
“NAU‘MU! Nauma! Nauma!
Look! See! He come! He
come!” she eried suddenly,
for even an Indian maid feels the need
of someone in whom to confide her joy,
And a second later Nauma was receiv
ing the little kitten (an unnecessary
third in Wetona's love duet) and was
striding away joyfully decked out in
A string of vivid beads Tony had
brought as a present to her.
Mr. Wells never undervalued the
importance of having a friend a court,
And Nauma, though ugly and old and
stoop-shouldered, was to be propl
tiated after the manner of all women
~~aither by being told she was beau
tiful or by being presented with the
wherewithal to make herself beautiful
in her own eyes! “Now! Oh, I am
#0 glad to see you, Tony! Mr. John
s&y you come soon!”
A Complacent Smile.
They were alone-—they were to have
ten minutes together. Wetona had
never looked sweeter or more alluring
than she did now, in her simple house
gown of blue—but a sudden apprehen
sion seized Tony. “He said I would?
He doesn't know that I'm the one—-"
In that moment it almost occurred
to Mr. Wells to suspect Mr. Hardin
and suspect him of diabolical clever.
ness. But Wetona set him right about
that directly by explaining that when
she had told the man who had married
her of her confidence that her own
man would come soon he had sald she
was right.
Tony smiled complacently, There
‘was no doubt of it. He had Hardin's
measure. “Didn't think he was string
ing me a while ago——"
“You talked to him? You tell him
it you? cried the girl, eagerly.
+ "Told him nothing—but we had a
nice little talk—"
“He sy make yourself at home.”
Wetona smiled shyly.
Tony smiled and held out his arm,
“Thanks, come over here and I will.”
Some little instinct of finesse made
Wetona feel a pecullar embarrass
ment. “I doan' think he mean that
way.”
Tony was ready with the rough
masterfulness which had always
served him well, and he caught Weto.
na in his arms and kissed her soft
~ red lips.
“Mebbe 1 ought not to kiss you at all
~but when 1 see you there just now 1
Kiss you before I think—l doan’ be
leve 1 kiss you 'nother time. Mebbe
it not right for Wetona to kiss you
~ here—in his house.”
~ The girl made an effort to explain,
-1o analyze herself. She was not in
~ the habit of doing that; she was too
, :flb—loo primitve. But something
forced her to think-—to question,
“@s she had never before questioned.
~ And she was trying desperately to ex
- plain herself to Teny.
- He wanted neither philosophy nor
moralizing from Wetona—what he
- wanted was very 'different and he
_meant to have it. S 0 now he brushed
Ber scruples aside lightly.
Ok, well, if you feel that way about
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i lIN be like old times."
- 100 loving to criticise his lack of sym
of understanding with her
sttt She loved him, and if he
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Ashamed to Go Anywhere,
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was very likely to accept his. The
girl was a strange mixture of sim
pli¢ity and native coquetry and deep
emotion. Tony Wells had waked the
“sleeping princess,” and so inevitably
she turned to him: “No. 1 no come
in yard. T blow you kiss! There!
Wetona look at you, ‘That joy enough
for her!" .
Neot Enough for Him,
It was decidedly not joy enough for
the man, however. The sound of
music was wafted through the open
window. Over at Fort Sill there was
dancing and gayety and the strain of
A waltz was beating on the air, But
Tony heard it only subconsciously.
He was afraid that John Hardin
might not be such an utter idiot as he
seemed. Destiny may have no mes
sengers—but premonitions come to all
of us at times, and Tony was vaguely
uneasy, though he kardly knew why.
“You're certain Hardin doesn't sus
pect me?” he asked at last.
\“We doan’ talk about it,” replied
Wetona earnestly, “Oh, Tony, 1 so
anxious—l so afrald something hap
pen to you--that people knnw—-wl_w
yon not write me a letter or come be
fore?”
“Couldn’t take any chances with a
man ke Hardin"” repiied Tony,
gravely. ‘“That dance at the Post
gave me an excuse for coming to
town today—why, they're dancing
now. We ought to be there”
He came closer. The music, and
the air, and the delicate perfume of
the girl's presence were beginning to
have their way with him. “It's a
wonderful night for music and danc
ing and love,” said he.
Wetona, too, heard the waltz, Thcy
had played it the night she first met
Tony Wells. E£he wondered if he re
membered. Wetona did not know that
the very danger a man like Tony
Wells has for women, is that he does
remember. Men who hu\. big in
terest in life forget—but the profes
sional love-maker, the man who lives
by the light he kindles in loving eyes
~he remembers; that is his business.
“My, but you're a little beauty!”
said Tony suddenly, leaning toward
her,
But Wetona's very naivets made her
safe for the moment. “Yes, Wetona
very pretty when she happy.”
In real simplicity a strong man
finds always a certain wistful quality
which makes him want to‘{roloct a
woman even from himself,
He Thinks He Means It.
“You're perfection,” cried Tony
Wells. “Listen! You remember that
waltz? They played it the night we
met at the Post”
He did remember! He loved her
as much as she loved him. Suddenly
everything was right with .Wetona's
world. No longer any question for
her—just Tony and love. She rose,
and swaying to the music darted to
ward him. He caught her in his arms
and went on with the wooing which
set svery note in Wetona's nature vi
brating.
“Ah, dear, the very Instant 1 saw
you, even before I knew whether you
were an Indian princess or a Spanish
senorita. I turned every‘other girl's
picture to the wall. Yes, and when
my arms went around you a little
later In that first waltz I knew that
the Great Spirit had written our
names together in the Big Book be
yond the stars. I love you-—there's
nobody else In the world-——*
And with Wetona there close In his
arms, warm and sweet and trembling
|2t his embrace, Tony thought he
meant it
“If you love some other woman 1
think I scalp you. * * & Apnt 1
only play.” For Tony was holding
her very close and memory stirred
Wwithin her—memory to hold her to
him even as his arms were pressing
her against his heart now. She could
hear its rapid pulsing beat. She was
happy and her voice thrilled softly in
response to the demand he was mak.
ing her: “Ah—it's sweet to listen to
my man’s love words again”
(Te Be Continued Tomorrew.)
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lnz Perfection.
A famous violinist is & firm be.
Hever In constant practice. no matter
where she happens 10 be located. Bhe
Was once staying in the summer at &
ocountry place. Every morning she went
through her customary axercises. Every
morning a boy employed about the place
passed her open window and heard her
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By GARRETT P. SERVISS,
EAUTIFUL shells were among
B the first ob)ects of adornment
for his person and his dwelling
that were used by man, and their
forms and eolors furnished some of
his earliest lessons in esthetic educa
tion,
Shells were also one of the first
kinds of money. For the American
Indians wampum beads made from
shells took the place of gold. The
ornamental uses of shells, as Mr. L.
P. Gratacap shows in the American
Museum Journal, are as curious as
they are numerous. The most strik
ing in appearance are the imitations
of flowers, although this appeals to a
very primitive taste. It is the in
"nnuny of the combinations and the
‘uurpflu felt that two such essentially
different natural objects can be made
to resemble each other, that afford the
pleasure given by the sight of a bas
ket, or garland, of shell-flowers.
Petals, stamens, pistils, leaves,
stems, are all imitated in shell forms,
while in color tints and blendings it
is questionable whether some shells
are not superior to flowers. In the
property of iridescence the finer shells
certainly possess an advantage over
any vegetable substance. Pearls are
a kind of shell, formed within shells,
and they have always been regarded
as the most queenly of gems.
The Central American Indians have
long been famous for their skill in
making she'l flowers, and some ex
quisite specimens of their work are to
be seen in the museura in Central
Park West. Baskets and flowers are
PRI
Eggtwsm_About the Famous
T Py
LFRED CAPPER in his “Rem!-
A niscences” tells the following.
about Mr. Knight-Bruce, Bish
op of Mashonaland. He had been
preaching on the famous text which
bids us to turn the other cheek to
him who has smitten us. |
“During the following week he met
A bullying Boer farmer, who grossly
insulted him, and then smacked nim
on the face. ‘Now, cried he to the
Bishop, ‘turn the other cheek and I'll
smack that, too." The Bishop meexly
did as he was told, and the Boer.
caught him an awful crack on that
side of his face alsq. Then homruonll
to go away. -
“'Wait a minute; quistly remarked
the little Bishop, taking off his coat
ittt —
Fictionless F ablé
HERE was once a man whose
T boast was, “1 want what I want
when 1 want it"
He was always very sure of what
he wanted—and equally sure that iln
the changing course of human nature
he might not want it long and so had
best go after it while it meant some
thing to him.
When he arrived at the age of 22
his life was marked by a series of
milestones that meant little desires
accomplished and little points gained,
But there had been so many little sat
isfactions in his life that he had had
no time for big ones.
He had never gone hungry at the
lunch hour and then sat down to din.
ner with added zest of starved hours
to- whet his appetite.
Suddenly when he was 32 life
brought before him two things he
wanted. Onpe was the love of a beau
tiful young girl and the other one a
position of great importance To
have both these things at once was
almost impossible. At last the man
was faced by the need of making a
choice. .
The girl he loved had an endiess
array of suitors, and to win her meant
the need of conquering them. The
position he craved had a long list of
applicants and to win It meant b
sorption in hard work.
The man sat down for 24 hours and
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Shell basket made by the
Indians of Central Amerieca,
formed of small white oval
shells;: flowers are made of
thin and shallow, white and
rose-tinted shells, and both
basket and flowers are con
structed with fine wire. In
the American Musewm
alike composed of white and delicate
1y tinted shells, held in shape by*fine
wires, Flower Laskets made of shells
by the Indians of Lower California,
although very striking in appearance,
are ranked belcw the Central Ameri
can products, because glue instead of
invistble wiring is employed to hold
the work together.
A truly magnificent object is a pair
of bonbon dishes, belonging to Mrs,
i!‘. A. Constable, and loaned to the
museum, which are formed of abalone
as he spoke and hanging it up on the
bough of a neighboring tree. “There,
now, that's the Bishop, he's done his
duty; here's Knight-Bruce in his shirt
sleeves; come on.' |
Half an hour later they took the
Boer home on & wheelbarrow. / ‘
J. Plerpont Morgan, the millionaire,
tells a good story about his father, .he
founder of the family's gigantic for
tune. The late financier was one dnyl‘
showing a friend his magnificent dog
kennels, when suddenly the visitor
stopped to admire a particularly fine
pointer. <
“That's a beautiful dog!" he ex.
claimed. “What do you call Klm?"
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considered the matter so earnestly
that he entirely neglected to eat or
sleep. Here was the girl he loved so
well that he feit sure he would go on
loving her through long years of hap-
Py marriage if only he dared take
time to win her,
Here, un the other hand, was the
position that would crown his career
with success. He looked back over
his life and saw how he had filled it
full of trifles. He had had a few suc
cesses In business and so was not
either a failure or an unimportant
beginner,
He had had a few merry little imi.
tation love affairs, and so his life was
not empty of brightness and color.
He had always had what he wanted
and he had never wanted anything
big before. 1
¢At last he decided that love was the
thing to crown his life. ohe went
to seek his sweetheart and found that
she had eloped with his partner the
before.
Then he decided to console himself
wmu-mm;vmu\
craved. But when he went to make
Appileation he found that his partner
fad gotten It and was 10 assume
Charge on his return from a week's
hongy moon.
“:om-.m people get Wit
want--until they really want
somelhing! v
shells supported by seahorses, the lat
ter and the outside of the shells being
coated with ‘silver. The nacreous
splendor of the inner side of the ab
alone shells, forming the interior of
the dishes, is remarkably attractive.
But it is when shells are employed
not to imitate something else in na
ture, but for thé sake of their own
beauty, that the most admirable or
namental effects are obtained with
them. This principle does not forbid
their wuse in the form of head
dresses, belts, pendants, etc.
Thus at the museum there may be
seen a life-size figure of a Tahitian
“fire-walker,” with his head ehcircled
with a garland of shells which have
not been disguised in the form of im
itation flowers. Primitive man in this
respect has really shown better taste
than civilized man, for among savage
tribes shells were not used imitative- |
Iy, although they were often employed
as symbols,
The Fijian chiefs wore the orange
cowry as a badge of office, and shells,
used simply as. shells because tlo"
were in themselves beautiful, have
been found among the ponon&”
adornments of early man in all parts
of the world.
Another use of shells, more truly
esthetic than their employment to
make imitation flowers is the adop
tion of their forms and their combi
nations of color as suggesttons in the‘
arts. Mr. Ruskin thought that he
could trace such suggestions, derived
lrron the cockle shell, in some of the'
ornamental features of BEuropean ar
chitecture. A fine abalone shell might
afford to any artist fresh ideas in the
combination of color tints, |
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“Lord Rothschild,” answered Mr.
Morgan.
“Why on earth do you call him
that?” asked his friend, in surprise.
“That's easily explained,” replied
the millionaire. “It's because he never
loses a (s) cent!". &
Queen Mary, in writing to her per
sonal friends, uses a small sheet of
note paper with Buckingham Palace
|nuuwod in dark blue letters. Queen
Alexandra uses a much larger sheet,
addressed from Marlborough House,
But neither of their majesties has “
crown stamped on their private note
paper, as have almost all other Buro.
pean royalties.
§ Weather by Signs !
N these days of uncertain weather
I the old signs relied upon by our
fathers are worth remembering.
Experience has shown them to be
fairly reliable, and some of them can
be explained on a sclentific basis:
Moonlight nights have the heaviest
frosts.
‘The higher the clouds the finer the
weather.
The farther the sight the nearer the
min, |
Dew s an indication of fine weati
or.
When stars flicker in a dark back
ground rain or snow follows soon.
hm‘ & strong wind with stormy
weat when smoke from chimneys
hangs near the ground.
Here are a few in verse:
Clear moon,
Frost soon.
Year of snow,
Frait will grow.
Rain before seven,
Fine before sleven.
if the sun sets in gray .
The next will be a rainy day.
When the wind's in the south
‘R‘ r.‘l::‘h I.I:-.um
.W n t
Huits everyone ..z‘
If you wee grame in January,
Lock your grain in Your granary.
Kvening red and morning gray,
Heip the traveler on his way:
Emm:‘mr and morning red
Biring down rain upon his head.
wm“n'o r::sh Appear like rocks
a ow
The eart's refreshed by frequent
showers.
(Copyright, 1918, International New“
Service.) \
6 HAT do you think about|
W Anne’s marriage to Jack?”
Helen asked Frances as
the two sat in the tiny apartment
having tea together.
“I think it s just as well,” said
Frances, easily. From her manner no
one would have supposed that she
cared anything for-Anne, but Helen
knew better. e
“You like Anne pretty well,” she
said, shrewdly.
“Now, whatever ade you think
that?” said Frances, snipping a thread
and smiling one of her brilliant
smiles.
“Well, to tell you the truth, because
you and she have managed to live so
amicably together.”
Frances looked up in surprise.
“Why, Helen, did you really think it
would be too much of an experi
ment?”
“I really did,” said Helen, laughing.
*“You see, I know &ou 80 well, dear,
and I knew that Anne was quite op
posite from you in temperament, even
though she won't believe me.”
“I should ‘say she is,” said Frances
quickly. “She’s a million times nicer.”
“Oh, no, she isn’t,” denied Helen,
“but she isn't quite so selfish.”
Frances only laughed. “Of course,
she isn’t as selfish as T am. She's a
real dear, and, of course, I shall miss
her terribly. But I think it's better
for her to marr#Jack. They are so
well suited, and she loves him much
more than she really believes.”
“Then If you are going to miss her
80 much, why did you say that about
it belng just as well?”” said Helen
curiously. .
“Well, T do think it will be better
for her. Besides, I am beginning to
chafe under the domestic routine of
this establishment. I know that it's
sweet and homy, and quite as artistic
as it is necessary to have it, but }
just long for the old days sometimes
when I am in a particularly wild
mood. I long for the roominess of
the studio and my solitary loneliness,
and everything connected with the old
life.”
“Then why did you ever plan to live
with Anne?”
An Unselfish |dea.
“Because,” said Frances dryly, “1
am genuinely fond of her. 1 didn’t
like the idea of having her live Just
anywhere while she was in New York
with no one to loof after her, and I
conceived the ‘{llllam idea of making
'a home for her."”
i “Do you mean to say, Frances
Knowles,” sald Helen in amazement,
“that you have taken this apartment
Ifor no other reason than to make a
home for Anne?
! “It is hard to comvince you, isn't
it? said Frances quietly,
Helen sat still in perfect silence.
After the talk that she had had with
Anne and her motherly advice about
‘not living with Frances Knowles. No.
!wondor the child adored her.
~ “No wonder Anne loves you as she
does,” Helen said aloud. |
~ “Does she love me?” queried Fran
rm. the soft material in her lap show
ing for a moment the tenseness of her
siim fingers.
“Does she? Why, she simply idols
Izes you. She has you on a pedestal
a mile high”
“The dear” sald Frances softly,
4nd then, with a return to her own
‘llcht manner, “Well, it's nice to
have some one care.”
“Frances Knowles,” said Helen se-
Verely, “you carry a pose about with
you continually,. Why don't you let
people love you?”
“Because I don't want people to love
me. Most people bore me to tears.
I want the love and friendship of a
few people, but as for wholesale af
fection from the uninteresting prole
m&.ldon‘tmtk.mhnoud
never shall.”
“You would make an interesting
person In adebate with a sociaiist,
wouldn't you? said Helen, laughing.
“Can’'t help it; that's the way 1
feel”
~ “But, seriously, Frances” sald
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A Narrative of Everyday Affairs
Helen after a moment's lull in the
conversation, “hasn’'t this apartment
interfered seriously with your work?
I remember now that you never could
work with people about.” ?
“Sometimes it has, and then I have
gone for a walk until I could properly
control my temper to the extent of
playing amicably, as you say, with
Anne and her friends. But Anne has
been dear and considerate nlways,
only 8o many people love her and that
means company at any time of the
day or night. Anne has the faculty
of making friends wherever she goes.”
“I know it. It's because as her ready
sympathy.”
Frances Is Well Pleased.
“Exactly. But as things are now
it’s just as well for us to separate.
My mission is finished. Anne doesn't
need me any longer, and I have the
knowledge that for once in my life
I have put another person's inter
ests before my own.”
“What are you going to do after
Anne is married 7 g
“Well, Anne is going home to Kan
sas this summer. She has invited me
out, and I think I shall go for a little
while. We are going to give the apart
ment up as soon as she is ready to
leave, and I am going to scout around
for a place of my own, as near like
the old one as possible, and more con
venient. I can afford to pay more
now. Then I am going to buckle down
to real work.”
’ Frances.was beginning to be very
The Struggles of
8 a Wife o
By Virginia Terhune Van De
Water,
CHAPTER XXIV.
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.)
S Horace Webb saw his wife's
A face in the restaurant window
above him, he started violently
and hesitated. Then, at a word from
the girl who was with him, he stood to
one side to let her pass out and fol
lowed her, the door slamming behind
him,
“When will you have it ready ?”
The question was Perry Martin's
and Myra was aware that he was
watching her with a perplexed ex
pression. Evidently he had spoken
before and she had not heeded him.
“I—l—beg your pardon!" he ex
claimed In confusicn, her cheeks
burning as she appreciated that he
had caught her off her guard. “T was
~1 was—looking at some people down
there"—with a nod toward the strest
“It is actually all that some of them
can do to walk against the wind. But
I rust have seemed very inattentive
to what you were saying. JPray ex
cuse me! What did you ask me?”
Her confused manner did not es
cape her companion. What could have
caused it? he wondered. |
“My question,” he said gravely, “was
as to when you think you can let us
have that story? ;
“Within a week or ten days,” lh.'
replied. |
“You will not offer it to anyone else
first, will you?" he demanded bluntly.
“Of course, I won't!” she exclaimed.
Did he fancy that she could be ca
pable of such double dealing? He
had behaved as if he understood that
she belonged to his class—and yet he
could ask her a question that seemed
almost a reflection upon her sense of
honor, ‘
And all at once she remembered
that although this man and she had
been chatting here together at a
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Chara.cter of Her Friend Frances. |
well known through her work in The
Seroll. She had written two serials
and her short stories were in de
mand. There was a quality about her
work that was distinetly different
from the general run .of fietion. Helan
had envied her ability more than once
and the money that she made eo
easi' Frances still retained her po
sition with the newspaper, but wags
thinking seriously of'giving it up.
“You see, Helen,” she said in ra
ply to a question, I am busier than
ever this year.. I am going to write
a book.”
“Are you really, Frances?”
“Yes, why not? Avery Atwood toid
me long ago that it would be but a
matter of time before I would be at
tempting something of the kind. And
row I am anxious to begin. Every
day I wait seems a lost opportunity*
“And you can't begin till you have
the proper surroundings?”
Frances nodded. “Yes, I'm waiting,
Foolish, isn't it?™
Again Helen marveled. She was
being shown an entirely different side
of the girl’s character. Frances was
not always selfish. Even the creps
de chine in her lap was something for
Anne's trousseau. Again Helen won
dered If Frances was entirely happy,
If her feeling for Avery Atwood would
always be a closed chapter.
(Watch for the next incident in this
unique series; it will appear here
soon.)
luncheon at which she was his guest,
they had met for but one purpose— '
that of business.
Myga Webb the woman was noth
ing to him; Myra Webb the writer
was worth his attention until he had
made sure that she would serve his
purpose,
She glanced at her watch and rose.
“It is getting late,” she remarked. *T
must be going”
“I thought,” Perry Martin was say
ing, still in a practical, businesslike
way, “that you might be hesitating to 1
promise us the story until you were
Quite sure about the price we would
pay. We will, of course, give what
Wwe gave for ‘Bitter Waters'—lf that is
entirely satisfactory.”
“We can settle that later, can't
‘we?" she ventured. *I do not know
’yot how long the story may be; vou
‘do not know whether it will suit you
or not” ’
~ He helped her put on her coat and
escorted her as far as the foot of the
uptown elevated rallroad steps,
Here he raised his hat and bade her
good afternson.
Seated in the uptown traln, Myra,
tried to fix her thoughts on what had
happened. She strove to bring back
the thrill that she had felt when Mar
tin ad praised the plot of her story.
“If you write it as you have told it
~~she whispered the words to herself,
but the emotion they had aroused did
not return. She did not even recall
how the speaker had looked when he
uttered them.
For uppermost in her mind was the
recollection of the expression of sur
prise in her husband's eyes as they
met hers and the presence of the
slender figure at his side,
(To Be Continued.)
Up to the Lender. -
“Lend me $57" .
“Here you are.” /
“How can I repay you?™
“That’s for you to figure out.”