Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel], May 13, 1906, Image 44

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Mary T . Stone
TplltE playful fate that ordained Gregory
,■£ Dudley's birth into the leisure class,
£rjjr,.r v -V with nil its tnstps and traditions nn'l
i "■T-'l without the nifnns to gratify them.
also decreed that he should go to call
ipon Rose Annable at a time whrn he wan la
boring under a misgiving which had lately taken
o haunting him— if\e conviction that for a clerk
n slender pay, having no prospect of anything
>etter, traditions were anachronous. •
Rose was a young actress whose recent shccpm
in comic opera had put New York at her feet;
for the rest, she was gentle and good and exceed
ingly pretty, a combination which drove the
press ntfent to despair. Dudley admired her, and
went to see her whenever he thought of it; as he
. witlked up Fifth Avenue on this Sunday night he
\rns shocked to remember what an interval had
elapsed since his last visit; he must be particu
larly careful to say the decent thing, as he
phrased it, on account of his neglect.
She was alone in the parlor of her little apart
ment when Dudley entered so quietly that he
did not disturb a picture at the sight of which
his pulses throbbed and his breath quickened.
The room had individuality, after an agreeably
subtle fashion; the walls were crimson and gold
and olive; books abounded and pictures of merit;
flowers were everywhere. The lamp was turned
low, and Rose was curled up in a big chair before
the fire; the glow played in the dull copper of
her hair, while the starry bloom of a clustering
mass of lilies on the table by her side, with the
crimson window-curtain beyond, made a back
ground for the charming tints of her head and
face. Color and fragrance, every enchantment
of the senses, were there, and Dudley was in no
mood to resist the spell.
"I wish I were an artist," he exclaimed, as the
first intimation of his presence.
Rose gave a little cry and sprang from her
chair, hoping she had not entirely betrayed her
self; for fhe was foolish enough to love this man
and to have made herself wretched over his
long absence.
"Oh, is it you? How long since I have seen
you!" Assuming carelessness, she held out a
gracious hand. -Her soft white arm was bare to
the elbow; Dudley bent to put his lips on it,
but she drew it away quickly and put it .behind
her.
"Men will be such geese," Bhe said lightly; nev-
ertheless, «he looked troubled. He had always
been. so deferential, so considerate of her posi
tion. Was he really like other men, only more
Curious Cannibals
Y^ lIEBALD savages are among the inter
£•* ■ esting people and things of which Mr.
BHHFj A; E. Pratt writes.
n??fil*^ Papua is a land of which, an yet, no
. explorers, not even Mr. Pratt and his
son, who accompanied him in his expeditions in
the virgin mountains and forests of the land,
, know very much.
"Fifty years ago schoolboy* looking at their map
of Africa, blessed the dark continent for an easy
place to learn," says Mr. Pratt in his opening
pages. "A few names fringed the coast; inland
nearly all was comprehended under the cheerful
word 'unexplored.'
"Such in great measure is the care with New
Guinea to-day. Its 300,000 square miles of terri
tory, held by Great Britain, Germany J and the
Netherlands, are destined in the course of the
next half century to enrich the worlds of com
merce and of science to a degree that may to some
extent be forecast by what is already known of
very restricted areas."
It is a difficult country to explore, and that for
several reasons. The mountains are numerous and
iteep, much of the soil is broken in a fashion
peculiarly irritating to pedestrians and the na
i lives, without whose assistance practically nothing
can be accomplished, are difficult to deal with.
"You are entirely in the hands of the natives,
without 'whom you cannot stir a foot. All your
impedimenta, your food, stores, scientific imple
ments, and 'trade' (material for baiter, the equiva
lent of ready money) must go on the backs of
your cannibal friends, a people without organiza
tion, who are hard to collect and hard to per
suade to follow you."
The different tribes which populate the island
differ widely in language and character, but all
appear to be more or less warlike. The men are
well-knit, strongly-built fellows, capable of im
mense endurance, and — at odd moments — of much
hard work.
Amc-nit them are a number of curious people
whom Mr. Pratt i« inclined to take ;u< a hitherto
unknown human family, although as will be seen
from the following passage, he is not yet quite
certain of this:
"An interesting feature of Hula was the pres
ence there of a piebald people," he says. "For
the most part their bodies were brown, but they
were marked with pinkish patches unevenly dis
tributed. This marking might be due to a disease
contracted from a too constant fish diet; but if
it were a disease I could not discover that it gave
any discomfort.
"Against this theory must be set this fact, that
t observed one man in whom the light markings
predominated. In fact, he was quite fresh col
ored; like a European and had light hair."
Can't Locate Sound
,vi «' F YOU are deaf in one ear," eaid the
2I \ hoiler maker, "I don't care about giv
jdbr£ in « jou " i° b -"
<Sl&\ "Why?" asked the applicant.
"Because you can't tell what direc
tion sounds come from. Hence, in a place like
this, you would be in great danger."
"How do you know I can't tell what direction
sounds come from?" the applicant demanded.
"No person deaf in one ear," replied the boiler
maker, "can do so. A man deaf in one ear will
look behind him if a gun goes off on his right.
He will look up in the air if a child shrieks at
his feet. He will look wildly in front of him if
a locomotive whistles in his rear. A boiler shop
is no place for such a man."
"I knew I was like this," said the applicant,
"but I didn't know all half-deaf people were."
"They all are," said the boiler maker, "and
my shop is no place for them."
A Definition
. Teacher— "Can anyone tell me what a palmist
Is?"
'"I know, teacher. It's a woman who uses
bar hand instead of a slipper."
A BIT OF ACTING
polite? The fear and doubt that softened her
eyes made her lovelier than ever; Dudley caught
her wrist, and the shrunk away with a little sigh
that recalled him to himxelf. Shamefaced, he
kis*ed her hand to excuse himself for' having
seized her wrist, but in the old, chivalrous man
ner that she knew and worshipped.
"Where in the world have you been?" she
asked.
"Going to and fro and walking up nml down
in it," he nngwerpd, laughing, and going to n tete
a-tete in the hope that she too would neat herself
there.
"Light the gas. won't you, please?' Be an
obliging little deinnn."
"No; I like the firelight. It makes your hair
»o lovely."
"It's such bad tn*to to be personal, nnd it's so
rash to speak to a red-headed girl about her hair.
Suppose I were touchy, now."
"Suppose I were touchy, now! Didn't you
cnll me a little' demon? Little! Upon m>
word, if I knew that any girl had ever called me
'a nice little fellow,' I would commit suicide."
"You would commit suicide! We are to be
lieve, then, that you' could possibly tire of life?"
"Tire of life? I could indeed, except for the
fascination that hangs about every game of
chance even when one is a loser."
She had resumed her seat by the fire; at this
she came and took the seat at his side.
"You a loser? You are the luckiest man in the
world," said she.
"Why do you think so?"
"Because you are always the same, you can
always laugh and joke. If you have any bad luck
you only make fun of it. I wish I were you."
"You wish you were I! Tell me, do you sup
pose that because I don't cry I'm never hurt?
Poverty, my lady; is that agreeable? You often
ask me why I don't do this or the other thing,
and I say it's because I'm saving up enough car
fare to take me to the poorhouse. You laugh,
and so do I, but it's not far from true."
"But poverty shouldn't trouble a young man."
"No, it shouldn't," he admitted, calmly; "but
I'm not one of the fellows you read about, and
it bothers me considerably. I hate it. I hate
failure," he added, between his teeth, with an
intensity that astonished her. Few people, and
she was not among them, suspected how deeply
he was galled by the loss of social prominence
resulting from the loss of his father's money.
"You would be willing to do anything fit for a
gentleman, wouldn't you?" she asked, presently.
"Yes, or anything else," he replied, laughing
again. "I don't seem to manage to support my
WOMAN AS A COMPANION
PHOEBE FORREST
NJN J 0 woman likes to feel that she is a play
thing to a man, only an amusement
mjwa ' or his IriMire hours. She desires to
pffajal feel that she is an integral part of his
life, not a mere side-dish to be par
taken of if he has time, and to be left untasted
if he is in a hurry. For it is only in the comic
papers that a woman enjoys conversations like
this: "Does urn love urn, ittle tootsey-wootsey?
etc." In real life she is not a baby, but a wo
man, and wishes to be treated as such.
If she is not so treated it is in most cases her
own fault, {she has probably not studied the
man she has to deal with sufficiently h> become
his companion, or knowing his little follies and
foibles has nevertheless perversely pursued her
own sweet way.' f;;', (-.:
If he is fond of Beethoven's sonatas, she has
not troubled herself to practice any Beethoven,
but has gone on playing rag-time until the end
of the chapter. If he is interested in Darwin or
in conditions in the Philippines, she has not both
ered her head about such abstruse questions, but
hab continued to read the Duchess and Charles
Uarvice with such gusto that finally she and her
lover have very few subjects in common— so few,
indeed, that any conversation of the intellectual
order becomes un impossibility.
Of course, when two people are engaged, non
intellectual conversation does very well; but if
served up three times a day for a husband, it
coon gives him indigestion. What was all right
as a light refreshment'^ the evening boon proves
to be unpalatable as a steady diet.
A woman has to make herself the companion
of the man she loves; that is, it requires effort
on her part to become his companion.
If he likes Beethoven, she must practice faith
fully every day until she has learned to play
Beethoven. If he is interested in Darwin, she
must get to work and read a little Darwin. Of
conrne, she doesn't need to go very far into the
subject, for all that is necessary is that the
should be able to punctuate his conversation in
A SUBURBAN COTTAGE FOR $2.875
T* " "11118 cottage lias a stone foundatioa.
The first and. second stories are clap
■ boarded, and there is a bhingli- roof. It
Mi® is 21 by 3ti feet over all; first-floor
■ *t*** ceiling height 0 feet, and second floor
8 feet 6 inches. ' The cellar extends under the
entire house.
I The first floor contain! a large living room, par-
LOStANGELES HERALD SUNDAY SUPPLEMENT
If You Only Knsw How Tired 1 am of Having to Play With Hardesty
position, so I'd like a position that would sup
port me."
"Did you ever think of going on the stage?
You would do pretty well, even at the start, I
should think."
"No, I never did," he answered slowly.
telligently. Even if she cannot thus punctuate
his conversation, she should at least be able to
look interested when he brines up the subject
ami be able to »ay, "Yes," "No," and "Is that
so?" at proper intervals. Very little mental ca
pacity is required for such conversation; but the
innocent "man, seeing the animated expression of
eyes and mouth, says to himself admiringly,
"My! what a mind that woman has! And what
a grasp of the subject!"
There is an art in being able to listen well,
and any woman by taking a little pains in the
beginning, can easily acquire it. It can be made
more subtly insinuating than the most fulsome
flattery and more seductive than any amount of
coquetry.
In time a man tires of coquetry; he does not
wish to spend all of his time admiring, but de
sires that a few blessings should occasionally fall
upon him. . : : ■ . i■ •
But it is not only in intellectual matters that a
woman should make herself a man's companion;
she should also make herself thoroughly conver
sant with his business affairs, for these are per
haps nearer to his heart (that is, to the Ameri
can man's heartj than anything else. She should
take an interest in the details of his profession
or of his occupation, so that he can feel that he
can come to her as to another man with his
schemes and his hopes, with his successes as well
as his failures.
On the other hand, however, he docs not wish
to be troubled with household details, for he has
Prisons Make Criminals
T* IHERE in a growing feeling thnt • the
present system of punishing criminals
_ „ _ — does more than anything else to pro
'JigjpiS) mote crime. Dr. Forbes Window has
• GtftmJ made a careful study of the question.
"Instead of prison," he says, "a kind of re
formatory should be kept for first offenders.
Often the very fact of having been in jail acts as
an impulse to commit crime. An ex-prisoner
cannot throw off the recollection of what haa
taken place."
W. (liiiiiiK-riiiiin, kitrlu-ii uud very convenient
pantry. The stairs to cellar are in the kitchen.
There are both front and rear porches.
The second floor has a large den in the front
of the house and a bay window, a square front
chamber and two medium-sized bedrooms. Clog
vts to Jtch room, and a very convenient bath
room.
She took a pink rose from those she wore at her
waist and began to play with it. , '. „-';■
"I'm going to star next season," she remarked,
carelessly. •■... ■ J ■' ,
Dudley shot a keen glance at her, but she did
not- look up. . ' •
to ; deal with a wider world than that of the
nursery 'and the kitchen, and these small hap
penings are only an annoyance to him. She can
enter into his world if she desires it sufficiently,
but he can never enter into hers. The process
in other. words, is not reciprocal.
, If a woman would be entirely a man's compan
ion, «ho must enter into his amusements, she
tiiust.be part of his good time No man likes to
go off on a >.' .' \^,inie:by.<hiniH'?lf; somebody
must be with him; to- share iJn his enjoyment and
to add to his enjoyment,' or else he doesn't enjoy
himtelf at all. }/.'.' ■ ■■ „■ ■
If they i are engaged, it follows as a matter of
course that she is^a part of his good time, for
just then he is awfully-in love and he can hardly
do without her long enough to earn a little money
to spend on her. .He takes her to theatres and
dances, and enjoys - himself immensely not only
because the show." -is • good or because he likes
dancing, but inainly\ because she is with him.
Innocent amusements such as these are at this
time, ; his only diversions, for just now he is on
his good behavior. . But j\ist as soon as he is
safely married and . the first glow of the honey
moon has worn off, he takes to going to his club
again, and to hanker after the society of "the
boys" once more.
Then it is, that the wise woman proves her
wisdom by constituting herself as much a part
of his good time as before they were married.
Phc encourages her husband to invite "the boys"
down to the house, and they have little poker
Most medical men agree that no child under
the age of fifteen should be committed to an
ordinary prison. Mnke a jail bird of him, and he
becomes callous and revengeful at once. Merely
put him under strict discipline in a good train
ing school, however, and he retains his self-re
spect, and probably becomes a good and useful
citizen.
Women criminals «re a great trial to the au
thorities. They do* not offend bo frequently, but
their misdeeds are far more diabolical.
This house can be enlarged by adding a wing
ou the rear of kitchen and the living-room can
be extended out as far as the dinning -room.
Another, chamber can- be added on the second
floor by making the. den a little smaller.
Estimate given below provides for the principal
rooms of the lust floor to bo finished in hard
wood, the balance pine. '
_ Do you think you eouIA find ft place for me?
Do you mention it in that connection?" he asked,
t0 ( v e"fy' hig inferences.
i? M> " * h * * ftid ' ' <!ont "° e wny not> "
He rose and paced the room. Become un «c
tor? The Dudleys had heen patrons of the arts
for generation*; this would be reversing the sit
uation with a vengeance. Why not, however?
He had no near relatives to consider; he only
w«» concerned. If after a trial he did not like
the life, he could give it up. So he argued with
himself until Rose grew impatient.
"You think it beneath you, I suppose," *he
said, with what seemed uncalled-for bitterness.
"The stage is beyond the pale, of course."
"It isn't that," he said, "but I don't want to
be an obscure actor, doing minor parts. Would
there be nny chance for me to work up the lad
der, do you think?"
"Oh, I thought you would sing to me," she
answered, shyly, still playing with the rose and
looking down with the firelight in her eyes nnd
hair, This time the young man was startled and
moved. He had no intention, however, of tak
ing a mean advantage of this girl's fancy for
him, if such a thing existed. He sat down by
her agnin and tried to lean low enough to fee
her face, but she persistently turned away her
eyes.
"Look here," said he, "you are an awfully
sweet little girl, but yam mustn't be silly. I
can't sing or act within gunshot of you, you
know. 1 should simply be living on your money."
"No," she cried, "that isn't so. You can
sing" — this was true; singing lessons had been
one of his indulgences— "nnd you're the best am-
Hteur actor I ever saw. All you need is a little
training and experience."
Dudley was pacing the floor again, and she
watched him now that his eyes were not upon
her.'-'. :.;;■;:
"You are good-looking enough," she said, "and
your manners are lovely. If you knew how tired
lam of having to play with Hardesty! He's the
best leading man in comic opera, but what a boor
he is!"
Dudley paused before a mirror and surveyed
himself meditatively.
"It would be such a relief to have you with
me,* she continued: "a gentleman and a business
man, both. I could trust you to make contracts
and all that." t V '**■' ' '• '.'♦.".
He stood at the fireplace, his arm resting on
the mantel. As he looked down at the pretty,
warm-hearted little thing a wondering tender
ness filled him and showed itself in tone and ex
pression as he said:
"You scarcely know me; have you so much
confidence in me?"
"At least that much," she answered, with a lit
tle, low laugh. She met his eyes, and rose. "Do
come," she said; and she laid. her hand lightly
on his arm.
parties, not. omitting the collation, so that after
a while John is unable to find the superior at
tractio'ns of the club over his home.
'"The boys" are to be found at home, the cards
are on the parlor table, and Mary has drinks in
the ice box; what more could a man ask? . And
the best of it is that Mary has become one of
"the bbjjd'i without ceasing to be the sweet lit
tle woman who married him. She has the sense
to see that if her husband does not find his good
time nt home, he will find it in more objection
able places, and that if she is not a part of his
good time, somebody else will be. A woman does
not need to be a prig in order to be good, and if
the indulges her husband's weaknesses, she is
not leading him astray, but rather keeping him
from vnndering so far that; he cannot find his
way back again to the narrow path of virtue.
A man is not like a recipe out of the cook
book, "served up and seasoned to taste." On
the contrary, he is often not constructed at all
ns a woman would have him, and she, instead of
trying to mould him over again into a being like
hcrseif, should rather try to make herself like
him. She must not only adapt herself to all his
moods, although this is of the greatest import
ance, but she must also become interested in the
things he is interested in, and do the things that
bring him pleasure and amusement.
A pretty coquette may fascinate for a while;
a good, sweet woman may keep a man's love for
a long time; but it is the woman who has the
foresight to make herself companionable to^a
man. who keeps him true to her always.
A man is, not always going to be in love as he
wan during his engagement or his honeymoon;
there comes a time when he tires of making love
co assiduously, and then if the woman he has
married is his companion as well as his wife, he
will continue to take an interest in her, but it
will be an interest of a different sort. If she
has not had the sense to make herself his com
panion, this crisis is her cue for. dissolving into
tears and going back to mamma. Consequently,
the only way to keep a man always true in to be
as lriuch to him as another man would be, and
also as much a 9 any woman could be. This dou
ble".task necessary on the woman's part, is why
it is so hard for her to keep a man's love. ;
Excavating - .$175
Btone .work ...;...... 350
Lumber '••'.'. 020
Millwork ...475
Fainting and glazing 225
Carpenter 400
Plumbing 150
Stairs 1..., 125
I*iitlnor I profit * •••••••••••• •'• • • "-"t"-*
Hi* brain reded. He mw nnd remembered
nothing in heaven or enrth save her. He caught
her to him and kissed her again nnd again, un
til she kissed him timidly in return; nnd then,
the mischief being done, he became «ane again,
even before she broke from him crying:
"Gregory Dndley, what have you done? What
do you mean?"
He had thrown himsolf on a lounge; nhe stood
before him, demanding his aniwer. There could
be no delay, and thought and feeling were parv
lyzed; therefore, ns. their manner it, every other
force being disabled, the inherited instinct* of
race and class assumed command, belated but
powerful. He fell on one knee and threw his
arms around her waist.
"Do you love me? Will you marry me?" h«
pleaded.
For reply the smiled exquisitely nn<l put her
'arm about his neck. She suffered him to draw
her close nnd neat her beside him on the lounge,
and they were silent for n time.
Dudley's eyes were closed, his face colorless.
He had endured the shock of sudden death. His
dreams hod died, these dreams more deeply cher
ished than he had known, of rebuilt fortunes and
a proud name restored to its former eminence.
They were dead, and he had killed them.' "
Rose, looking at him, judged him by herself and
thought him overcome by joy. She gently laid
her lips on his. He roused himself for a lovers'
talk, which seemed to be the next thing in or
der.
"Won't you get me a bit of Btring?"
"What for?" she asked, rising with a lingering
touch.
"To measure you for the ring, my lady," he
replied. She laughed .with tender pleasure and
brought him what he wanted. He rose to all
thn requirements of the occasion. They wero
very foolish nnd Rose was very happy, until a
casual glance at the clock made her grave. ■
"Go now. I had no idea it was so late," she
said. He looked reluctant and beseeching. "Un
til tomorrow, denr," she whispered.
"Tomorrow? It's weeks away, and it won't bo
like tonight. I shall never have tonight again.
You won't be sorry for this tpmorrow? You'll
be kind to me?" he entreated. v-,; ;l .,';'>
She let him take her in his arms again, and
he said:
"You'll always love me, won't you? Not as I
lave you; I couid not ask that, and I'm not
R'orthy. But a little — the least you can give will
make me so happy."
She hid her head on his shoulder. She wag
utterly rapturous^ his voice, his embrace were
so eloquent of passion. She could not see his
face. It beamed with fun and self-appreciation;
for, not having lost his heart he retained also his
sense of humorj and told himself that his per
formance was artistic and convincing. After all,
he had not missed his vocation. '
Inspiration
C* ILAUDE was sadly in need of a new pair
of nether garments; but funds were
lESPTS very low, and he waa at a loss to ob
*jVa' tain them. However, Claude is a fel
low of infinite resource, and soon a
happy idea struck him.
. Before going out in the evening . he carefully
,made a tear behind the knee of his ancient pants,
so that his overcoat would cover it. He then
proceeded along a quiet, respectable-looking road,'
until he espied a small dog of the terrier order,
squatting on a front-door step. ~. '-. T; „V
He gave the "tyke" a smart ta.p with his cane,
making it growl, and at the same time gave vent
to an ear-splitting yell himself.
As Claude had anticipated, the master of the
house opened the front door to ascertain the
cause of the disturbance. '
With a very injured air, and pointing to the
rent in his pants, Claude began:
"Look here, sir, your confounded dog — " ■
"We don't keep a dog," interrupted the master
of the house, and slammed the door in his face. .
Alas, for Claude's brilliant idea!
The Rug Weaving Fad
A i PROMINENT Woman who, delight* in ■
unique furnishings, is cutting all her '
Ii1 'i evening gowns into small pieces and
fsgjp; sewing the ends together to have them
*■""""" made into portieres for her son's *
room. She is using nothing but the dresses she
has worn jat dinner parties, the opera and to
bals; afternoon robes are barred, as are pieces
of all street costumes. Nothing, of course, but
silks, satins and velvets will be used. The tin
sel braid that has done service as trimming, if I
not too wide, will also be woven into the cur
tains to give them brightness.
Instead of having a rug or pair of portieres
made for her children one rather elderly woman,
who lias the rug weaving fad, bought a lot of '
samples of new silks from a young woman who.
is employed in a silk factory and is having a
large floor rug made for her bedroom from the
pieces. It will he an especially attractive ' ono
because all the silk is new, and she had such a
variety of colors to select from that instead of
being a mixture, as most of them are when
made of old pieces of dresses, enough of certain '
shades were chosen to make a Roman stripe
Things You Can't Do
They say the following things can't be done.
Try them and see for yourselves:
You can't stand for five minutes without mov
ing if you are blindfolded. >/
You can't stand at the side of a room with
both of your feet lengthwise touching the wain
scoting.
You can't crush an egg when placed - length
wise between your hands— that is, if the egg is
sound and has the ordinary shell of a hen's egg. w.
You can't get out of a chair without bending v
your body forward or putting your feet, under.*'
it— that is, if you are sitting squarely on the.
chair and not on the edge of it.
Hard to Get Lost on, Though. •
It was the geography lesson in the infant* 1
class, and the patient teacher was doing her best I
to instill into the. minds of the little ones the
meaning of the word "desert."
"So, you see, children," she said, "a desert 'is *'
a great place where nothing will grow. Now,
Johnny Tomliins, I don't believe you were listen
ing."
"Yes, I was, teacher/
"And do you know what a desert is?"
"Yes, teacher— a place where nothing will ■'„
"That is correct. Now, give me an instance 7 1 *
of ono of the world's detwrti." . , •
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