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The Artist, Hen Ali Haggin.
The R omance
of the Dancer
Picturesque Stu
dio Mr. Hagpin
Furnished as
"Scenery" for
Miss Glass After
His I.uck Had
Turned.
and the
Artist Who
Thought He Had
Lost Everything Worth
While m Life?-and
How Fortune Changed
His Nlind By Giving'
Him a Beautiful IBrid
an d $10,000,000
* Ttry KILE this if a story for those
VX/ who cleave to true romance, for
those who delight in following
the trail of the little love god and in
basking :n t lie reflected gleam of
treasure luck, it is particularly for the
pessimistic person who doesn't believe
that the longest lane ha? its- turning or
that Fortune, maybe, is around the
next corner wondering what is kipping
you so lit'1. It will also interest and re
convince the optimistic person who be
lieves the contrary. That being so it
ought, to interest everybody.
A few months ago Ben Ali H age in was
at least on the fringes of what is com
monly known .??>? "down and out.'' Mr
Haggin is t"110 distinguished and brilliant
New York artist, grandson of the late
James B. llaggin, the millionaire mine
owner, and old " '4fter." Fortune seemed
to have le-eried him. He had been
1 divorced ...front, his young and beautiful
wife, he had lo?t V.i> health, he had pen
nies where before lie had dollars, and
under the combined stresses he had even
loFt interest in his work.
Those who knew Haggin and his tlre
1 less pasfrion for his art began to shake
their heu.L dolefully. i!is friends, and
he had many devoted oiks during this
dismal period, were at loss how to bring
back that interest and joy in living ..
without which an artist is? nothing. Ben
Ali at last decided to try to solve the
problem hiio
"I il make one las; effort to 'com?
bar'.. ' '?.<? \,tM "111 po down eoino
pla- e i!. i.or.u 1 'and where I don't know
a sou!. I'll !:<--ep to the irictrst regimen
for n v- .- !>(?. I won't ac
quainted v'-th anynodv or talk to any
body Mji.vn. ? hat wa> ! ran find myself
again-"
So with t ? . ??> ev< client resolutions in
mind t1 ? pair 'T packed a camp kit,
n fr-v br-.*h-s and paints and set forth
for the sand dunes of Long Beach
Now w e !.<? has arrived th? re and
is unpacking lis brushes th< re is time
f'<r : ir <?:" ;.hiif>.-n; hi-al obser
*atio: ? i o! finding one
pell. L ?' is mi.': an experience has
proven that i paradox ties at the root
of this problem. Although you walk
around v ;j ?- ..? -r ? t' ,? time, and
are aiwa - t ? r- >: -? person to your
self, the fart remains that all by yourself
you cannot <?.; yo ii sc ' a second per*
son is necessary This is because if you
have lost , ? \ !? f iat loo into
yourself to nnd your <-!r. You have u>
look into someone e.l e'f eyes, discover
yourself th< r? . and t . ? av "Why, -Jx re
I am. and f> ari'I < i ,'ou'Vf found
yourself again, Tht process demands
? that the party of ti.r .eeoml part shall
be of the opposite ? ? >. to t . poor wander
ing one.
This is what A!r ,?idn't know
lout what he wa- to
k Now it eo happen.-, nat down a? |,r,n?
?Beach ww* another person trying, to ,'irtd
herself. This was Bonnie Glass. the very
well-known dancer. Miss Glass- wasn't
in the same case as Mr. Haggin by any
ineaus- She had her work and was im
mensely interested in it. also she did
not suffer at all for dollars-, and she had
excellent health. But Miss (llass had
lost something she had once thought she
had and some time ago discovered that
she hadn't. In brief. Miss* (Jlass bad di
vorced her husband.
Mr. Haggin decided (o take a walk on
the sands in melancholy aloofness and
make the first attempt to g*>t himself
hack.
Miss Glass decided to so down and
take a swim and see if the sea wouldn't
wash some annoying thoughts out of her
pretty little head.
Mr. Margin, walking, saw suddenly a
brightly colored umbrella on the sands.
I'nder its mushroom top sat a g'.rl in a
bathing suit. She was golden haired and
blue eyed and her figure was strong and
slim. Anyone who has over seen
Bonnie (ilass dance ner-ds no description
of her graces. Mr. Haggin looked with
all his eyes?he had never seen Bonnie
befon\ it should be said
"What a girl to paint!'* lie exclaimed
to himself. He looked around and oddly
everything adeemed different. The sea,
instead of being sad. laughed and
sparkled; th<? cry of the gulls had lost,
o!s melancholy; ihe sun had turned golden
again. Something had happened to Ben
Ali Haggin. hut he didn't know what it,
was.
Bonnie Glass, looking up. saw simply
a distinguished-looking chap striding
hastily back tn the hotel.
"My," said she to herself, "I wonder
if I frightened him away? He has a
nice walk anyway," she thought. "Now.
1 don't see why I should frighten any
one."
She hadn't. Mr. llaggin was getting
back to the hotel as fast as lie could go
to find someone who knew who she was
nnd to ret an immediate introduction.
Before she could get up. almost, he was
hack with the right person. Introductions
followed, the friend considerately
effaced himself and the two sat through
the long Summer afternoon.
What. Hagcin found first was his oid
love for his work. Tho spark of ambition
the girl 011 the sands rekindled, grew.
The next day Bonnie sat for the artist
and many a day thereafter. Perhaps she
saw deeper into Haggin's own heart than
he did himself at any rate, he found
h<r a tiever-tlagging ins-piration. When
the fiift portrait was finished it was
hung in tho theatre where the dancer
was then appearing. It was a splendid
work and it created wide-spread com
ment. Orders for portraits began to
flow in.
llaggin had regained his artistic
pr< -tige; he hsd altfo regained the hold
on Fortune's skirls that his brushes gave
him. He. had found a part of himself at
:ionnie Glass,
Now Mrs.
Ben Ali Hag<rin.
&
last?his fin. The pennies began to
grow agaio to dollars.
Luck had come back to Mr. Haggin
and now it was love's turn to take the
return road.
The painter suddenly began a siege
of the dancer's heart. So that his star
subjoct might have the proper hack
ground when she posed Tor him, he took
n larger studio and fitted it up lavishly
The old oak panelling came directly
Irom l.ord Nelson's house. Tapestries,
Venetian mirrors, great Jtalian screens,
and brilliant bric-a-brac
were purchased and
placed about as scen
ery for his mascot Im
mediately.
The studies and
sketches he made of her
multiplied, lie finished
two life-sized portraits
of her. one of which he
exhibited at the Na
tional A cade m y , of
which he is an associate. When the
critics saw it, as a literary friend of his
put it?"ho, Tien All's# name led all the
rest!" Haggin had come back.
At h<*r beautiful home, in Fifty-second
Mreet. New \'ork, decorated from ex
travagantly picturesque designs by the
Baron do Meyer, Honnie Class showed
Haggin another side of her personality.
Here she was the hoMess. the charming
lady of the world. Hut what began to
annoy Haggin was that so many others
called.
Copyright, 1010, by the Star Company. Oront Rritnin niRhtR Unserved
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The Dancer, Bonnie Glass in the Bathing Costum*
That First Caught the Painter's Eye. ,
One of
Artist Haggin's
Sketches of
His Bride.
The problem was to cut the
dancer out from all other admirers.
A day never passed without his high
powered racer at her door waiting
to take her out. There were only
two seats 10 the car. Ben AU laid
careful plans, and successful ones,
to sirletrack offerings of flowers from
rivals to her. This meant that ho
had to spend thousands of dollars
for scentc-d tokens of his own af
fections and he did so with much
gladness.
For instance, one night the audi
ence was astonished to see passed
over the footlights to the smiling
Ronnie a bunch of orchids, one
thousand of them?in festoons and
clusters. Haggin was determined
^ not to do things hy halves, and
V knowing that the stage favorite must
Jiave bouquets or pine away, he went
the limit. That bunch of orchids cost
him exactly one thousand dollars! Bon
nie was his mascot nnd he dared not
lose, her*
At last the dancer succumbed. She
agreed that it would be very pleasant to
her to be Mrs. Ben Alt Haggin. And as
though fortune had thought that she
had not done enough, with the proposal
came the news to Haggin that he had
fallen heir to a share of the immense
fortune of his grandfather, J. B. Haggin* 1
That share wan conservatively estl- I
mated at ten million dollars.
"1 guess 1 found myself again now i
all right!" Bald Mr. Haggin.. *
\nd so they wore married.
Because he had found the turning of
the lane on Long Ipland, Haggin took
the groat Hyde mansion on the hills
back of Port Washington. ThiR old house
he filled with treasures of art. Outside
he accumulated thousand of dollars
worth more of polo ponies, hunter's dogs,
automobiles and practically every tiling
else money could buy.
There Mr. Haggin and Mr.? Haggin
talked of life'H surprises, and particu
larly the one that had come to them.
"Did you ever know any one had mora
ups and downs than I?" ho asked quiz
zically. "Nine months ago ! thought I
was down and out. and I won't try to
puews what my friends thought?and to
day I am up and enjoying life as I
haven't enjoyed it since I was a kid.
It's a lesson for the pessimistic, j
He rose. "Come Into the hall a minute," i
he said.
Reside the largest phonograph ever
built was placed h drum?the kind of
drum that Vernon Castle would give his
military wings for. It *as festooned
with all varieties of noise-making imple
ments?cowbells, triangle. tomtom,
Chinese drum, rattle, cymbals, Fteam'noat
whistles and baby squawker, and be
side it stood its partner in cacaphony a
little, but vicious snare drum. "It's a
snare all right," said Haegin, tapping it
soothingly with the drumsticks, "but just
listen a minute, and you'll find it's no
delusion."
He turned on the phonograph, as ths
audience closed his eve<? and cringed,
Haggin played the drum, the phonograph
played the music, and the audience,
somewhat to his surprise, found that the
combination was not so bad; in fact,
Haggin in his famous character of the
"Prune Hater" would have admitted him
self?"it was gol darn good."
"So dreams seem to have come true in
your case," the reporter ventured.
"Just wait till you see Bonnie," re
torted Ben with cheerful conviction.
Bonnie came in.
Her husband looked at her admiringly.
"I?o you wonder I'm in no hurry to
get back to the city?" asked Ben Ali.
"I am going to stay here and live the
kind of life my Kentucky ancestors loved,
and which I love, too." he stated quietly,
"and in the Fall I am going to roll up
my sleeves and do some real painting?
better, J hope, than anything I have done
yet?you see I am only thirty-two and I've
a chance to grow vet "
"A man finds out sooner or later that,
it's not great to be rich or anything else
unless he has his work to drive him,
and a woman to love him?As for me
I've gol 'em both?at last."
Liars Betrayed by Their Breath
WHEN a man is telling a lie lie
breathes differently from when
he is telling the truth. The dif
ference was discovered by means of some
teats made upon his students by Pro
fessor Benussi, of Graz.
He prepared cards bearing letters, fig
ures and diagrams, and distributed these
among his pupils. They were required
to describe the cards correctly, except in
certain cases when the cards were
marked with a red star and the students
receiving them were required to describe
them falsely.
Each student was watched carefully
by his fellows who, ignorant of the na
ture of the card, tried to judge from his
aaannor whether he was telling the truth.
or not. The watchers were unable to
Judge with any certainty.
Under the direction of Professor Be
nussi, the time occupied in inspiration .
and expiration was measured, and the
measurement was taken again imme
diately after he finished. It was found '?
that the utterance of a true statement
always diminished the quotient obtained
by dividing the time of inspiration by the
time of expiration.
Dr. Anton Hose, commenting on these
results, remarks that the discovery fur
nishes a certain criterion between truth
and falsehood. For evon a clever liar is )
likely to fail in an attempt to escape
detection by breathing irregularly. Pro
fessor Benussi having discovered that
men are unable voluntarily to changa
their respiration so as to affect the result.
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