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Tuesday's Excuse Why a Man Has Failed to Achieve Greatness Is Like Monday's, But He Doesn't Know It
DAY LILIAN LAUFERTY DULL green the sea and gray the tired sails As harborwards they come; T clutch the fearsome twilight lest it go Leaving the darkness dumb. ~T The shrouded sea s beyond the harbor mouth, And grim dark holds me fast; But. Io! when golden morning comes again Night will be past. And when the wind at sunrise curls each lifting ware And bears my ship away— New shores I'll seek, forgetting dark and night In dawning day. ARMA VIRUMQUE CANO I SING of arms and man, Man in a different sphere; Not in a tribe or clan, Not far away, but near. Not on the battle field, Clad in the spoils of war. Gleaming in burnished shield Dark from the cannon's roar. I sing of the man and arms, Late on a summer's eve, L'nder the rose's charms Victories new to achieve. There, where the grasses sway; There, where the stars shine bright; I sing of arms and the man Taking a last good night. THE KING OF DIAMONDS You Can Begin This Great Story Today By Reading This First Philip Anson la a boy of 18. of line education and good breeding, bat an orphan aad miserably poor. The story opens with the death of hla mother, killed virtually by sorrow over the death of her huaband two years before and subsequent want and Buffering. Hleh ■■haiti'M have deserted the family In their hour of nerd, and when hla mother's death cornea Philip In despair derided to hnug him self. Juat aa he ia about to take the suicidal atrp a wonderful meteor plunged from the aky Into the court yard of Philip's house. He finds the meteoric shower has strewn the floor and the court yard of his house with curlona pebblea. He takes some of them to a Jeweler and la told they are meteoric diamonds. The Jeweler advlsea phillp to take the atones to Isaacateln. the diamond expert. Philip did not tell Isaacateln how he secured the diamonds of Infill ntlngr a robbery, haa Philip arrested.lithie value, aud the expert, sec After a brief bearing, at which II waa proven Hint Philip could not have stolen the meteoric diamonds, since there was no other collection In the world like hla, he was remanded for a week, pending further In vestigation. During- the period of hla Incarceration an unknown friend aenda Phillp snhstantlal meals from outside the priaun walla. Before the week had paaaed be waa discharged from custody. He goes directly from the Jail to the diamond expert, Isaacstelu, nnd engages the expert to market hla precioua wares. I*aacsteln agrees to pay Philip ft.oOO pounds on account and advancea to him 50 pounds. With the latter ■an Philip starts toward his old lodgings, where the meteor fell. Now Read On Copyright. 1904. b/ Rdward J. Clode. Continued From Yesterday He began to work methodically. In the first place, he lit a fire, for the evening was chilly. Then he shook his mattress and swept the floor, gathering Into a heap all the tiny particles with which it was littered. These he collected in a piece of news paper, and folded them into a parcel, which again he inclosed In a stouter sheet of brown paper, finally tying the whole with a yard of string he carried in his pocket. PROFITABLE SWEEPING There were hundreds of tiny dia monds In that insignificant package. »nd not a few the sire of small peas. As a matter of fact, he discovered ■übsequently that the net result of Ms sweeping brought him in more than £1,000. Having examined every nook and crevice of the apartment by the aid of the candle, he satisfied himself that naught remained which would Indi cate to the most curious eye any •vent out of the common having oc curred In that humble dwelling. It was typical of Philips implicit faith that he did not unlock the back door until his interior task was ended. He knew that his meteor was untouched. There was no wind without. The candle, feeble as the rays were. Illu minated the small yard sufficiently to reveal Us debris of white stones and darker lump* of metal. Beginning at the doorway, he swept vigorously but with the minutest care, until he had formed four good sized piles on the flagstones. He could not afford to differentiate between the debris of. the damaged pavement and the fragments of the meteor. It was easy to distinguish the larger pieces of broken glass from the window inside the house —in the yard he had neither the time nor the light to select the bits of shattered Ftone. All must go together, to be fcorted with leisured care subsequently. He scrutinized the external window sills, the door posts, the chinks of the small coalhouse door at the further end of the yard, even the rough sur faces of the walls, and removed every speck of loose material. More news paper was requisitioned, but. after utilizing the twine on his parcel of clothing, he ran short of string. He coolly went up the stairs, un fastened the rope with which he had intended to hang himself and loos ened its stiff strands. Soon he had an abundance of strong cord, and four bulky packages were added to the first small one. They were heavy, too. weighing sev eral pounds each. In placing them Flde by side close to the wall beneath the front window, he suddenly real ized an unforeseen difficulty. If these shreds of matter—the mere husk, as It were, of the meteor—were so ponderous, what would be the weight of the meteor itself? How could he ?jope to lift It from the hole in which it lay—how convey it from Johnson's Mews to a new and safer habitation? He might as well en deavor to move an unwilling ele phant. Tlie thought chilled him. For the first time since his parting Interview With Mr. Abingdon, Philip experienced Special Features of Interest to Women The eternal feminine question is: "How shall I do my hair?" Here are several very charming answers to it as given by five very charming types of girlhood. And all this and more, too, in the line of hints for hair dressing may be found by a little study of the beauties of the Hippodrome chorus. The pretty brunette on the left has tied her curly locks with a "snood," and then has massed her ringlets in a soft knot at the back. Maiden number two has arranged her nut brown hair in a soft pompadour—the sim plicity of which is most becoming to her clear cut features. The third girl is of the aristocratic type, and her parted auburn hair is softly waved CIU sTO a dread of failure. With something of panic in his blood, he snatched the candle and ran hastily into the yard. He knelt and held the light low in the excavation. Then he cried aloud: "What: Am I so ready to lose faith In mother?" For the huge metallic mass—so big that it would not enter the bore of the largest cannon known to modern gun nery—was spilt asunder in all direc tions. Its fissures gaped widely as If to mock at him. The rain and steam had done their work well. It was even possible that he would not need the spade, but would he able to pick out each separate chunk with his ha nd. Instantly he put the thought into execution, and succeeded In lifting several pieces to the yard level. He noted that they were gorged with the dull white pebbles, some being the size of pigeons' eggs He could not help comparing them in his mind s eve with the collection now lodged In Isßscsteln's safe. If those were worth fifty thousand pounds, these must be of fabulous value. Any other person in the wide world might have been excused if he pinched himself, or winked furlouslv, or took out the pold filled tobacco pouch, for careful inspection, to assure himself that he was not dreaming. Not so Philip. The only dominant feeling In his brain was one of annoyance that her should have doubted for one single Instant that means would be given him to secure absolute and undisputed control of his treasure. But there remained the problem of weight. His original Idea was to wrap the actual body of the meteor in the stout stock he obtained from O'Brien, and then inclose all his valuables In a tin trunk which he would purchase next morning. Any ordinary trunk would certainly be spacious enough, but its phenomenal weight would uroiuestionn hi v evoke more comment than he desired, and It would need two strong men to lift It. This portion of his plan needed to be entirely remodeled, and he was now more than ever thankful that the 50 pounds, save one expended, re posed In hla pocket. With money all things, or nearly all things, were possible. Owing to the cramped space In which the meteor lay it was no small task to bring it to the surface In sections. But he persevered. By strenuous endeavor he accumulated an astonishing pile of Iron ore studded with diamonds, looking not unlike almonds in a brown cake, and the guttering candle held low down failed to reveal anything else in the hole. There was a good deal of debris at the bottom, and the depth was now more than four feet. To reach to its full extent he was com pelled to place his head and shoulders into the excavation and feel blindly with one hand, so he rightly con cluded that a final examination might be left until daylight. By this time he was hot and cov ered with dirt. He stripped, washed himself In front of the Are, and changed into his new clothes. He did not possess a looking glass, but he felt sure that he presented a remarkably different appearance when The "Snood." LOUIS TRACY j attired in a neat serge suit, a clean shirt and reputable boots. His first j impulse was to thrust his discarded I Raxments into the fire, but sentiment prevailed and he folded them Into a I parcel. Then he extinguished his candle and ! went out. To his exceeding surprise. !he discovered that It was nearly 9 j O'clock —time had indeed flown. The shops In the Mile End road open I early and close late. He entered a restaurant where he was unknown, I passing, as a matter of policy, the ; coffee stall of his kindly helper of I those former days, now so remote In i his crowded memories. After eating a j hearty meal, for which lie was thor : oughly prepared, he tendered a sov ereign In payment. The proprietor barely glanced at him. Philip waa now well dressed, ac cording to local ideas, and his strong, erect figure, his resolute face, added two or three years to his age when contrasted with the puny standard of 1R as set by the poverty stricken East End. He had forgotten to buy a necktie 'and a new pair of stockings. These | omission* he now rectified, and he also purchased a warm, dark gray I traveling rug, several yards of drug | get, a ball of twine and a pair of scis sors. A couple of stout but worn leather portmanteaus caught his eye. ■ Oki; i'i.axmm; "Those are cheap," said the sales man, quickly, "only 15 shillings each. "I'm not sure I can afford so much," said Philip, hesitatingly, for the rug alone cost £1 8 shillings. "They're ' a rare bargain: real leather?—they were never made under £3 each." "Oh, very well. T will take them." He produced £", got his change, and walked away with his goods without causing any wonderment. The shop man was only too glad to have such a customer at that late hour. Philip now knew that he was fairly | safe, but he decided that a derby hat jg;ive him a more mature appearance than a cap. This alteration being effected, he hurried off to .lohnson Mews and re-entered his domicile without Incident worthy of note. Very quickly, with the help of drug get, scissors and twine, the two small trunks were packed with pieces of the meteor and the paper covered par cels alrendy prepared. When each , bag weighed About 40 pounds he I stuffed the remaining space with I rolled up newspapers, closed and locked them. He estimated that three larger leather bags—these being less noisy than tin—would hold the re mainder of the meteor. As the next morning would find him occupation enough, he decided to do as much as possible that night. Three times he sallied forth and returned with a good sized valise. He paid prices varying: from 2 pounds 10 shill ine* to 3 pounds IS shillings, and al ways bought second hand goods. Ho had locked and strapped the fourth of his goodly array of travel ing bags when he fancied he heard a footstep in the mews. Such an occur rence would have troubled him not a Jot a week ago. Tonight It was ex tremely disconcerting. Notwithstanding the weight of the packed portmanteaus, especially the larger one, he lifted each bodily in his arms and ran with It Into the tiny scullery. OB the front window there was no blind, only a small, much worn cur tain covering the lower panes, and he did not want any stray loafer to gaze in at him and discover a large quan tity of luggage in such a disreputable hovel. When the fourth hag was disposed of in the dark recess of the scullery he paused for an Instant to listen. There was not a sound. Through the window he could discern the roof of the deserted stables opposite. He bent again to the task of pack ing the iifth portmanteau, and was placing in It the last parcel of ore anil diamonds when some of the heavy contents fell through one end where the drugget wrapping had been hast ily folded. Shaking the package on the floor as a grocer beats down the contents of a sugar bag. he picked up the fallen ■peclmens and put them in one by one. A large lump of ore had fallen apart when it dropped. Inside there was a huge kernel, a rough diamond quite as large as a hen's egg. Philip smiled as he recalled the boast to Isaacsteln, He examined the stone critically, and realized that if it were flawless it must be one of the marvels of creation. Without experi encing any positive motive, he slipped this unique specimen into his pocket, and went on with the reconstruction of the damaged parcel. Continued Tomorrow A Coiffure to Suit You — Take Your Pick Posed especially for this page by members of the Hippodrome company—fully described by Olivette. Soft Pompadour. The Girl Who Is Neglected By BEATRICE FAIRFAX DKAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am a girl 20 years old, con sidered pretty and well liked among my friends. A gentleman, 13 years my senior, has been pay me attention for about a year, calling pretty nearly every even ing, which, of course, has kept all my other male friends away from me. I am a business girl, and, of course the only time I have to myself is Saturday afternoon and Sunday, when I like to have some one to take me on little trips, etc. All last summer, however, this young man went out of town to spend the weekends with his folks, and consequently I was alone. I have tried very hard to have patience with him and overlook it, but it has got to a point where I can not keep from quarreling with him over It. Do you think that I am justi fied In this? All my friends agree, with me. Or do you think it would be more dignified for me to Ignore It and keep on seeing him during the week? A CONSTANT READER. WHAT'S the use of quarreling with him about a thing like that? If he doesn't care enough for you to stay with you on the only times you have oft for pleasure, he certainly doesn't care enough for you to make you happy as his wife. And if you are not going to marry him you surely should not give up all your spare time to him. I wouldn't say another word to him about it if I were you. I'd Just be not at home two or three times when he comes to spend his usual evening with you. GO OIT And don't be sitting up in your room somewhere crying your heart been getting after £ the plays lately, haven't theyf said the Head Barber, throw ing aside the morning paper. "I should say they have," said the Manicure Lady, "and as the old gent was saying up home last night. It Is about time that something should be did. I ain't been to see none of the daring ones, but from what I hear some of them is pretty risky. I wouldn't go to no show like that any how, and besides, the speculators has all the seats." "The producers say they are giving the people what they want," observed the Head Barber. "They are giving the people what the people are being taught to want by them producers." declared the Manicure Lady. "Oee, I don't know what this town is coming to. People are saying that It la getting wicked, but It ain't that. If it was only a little wicked with some brains thrown in, It wouldn't be so bad. The town ain't getting wicked, George—it's getting simple minded. The town is wiggling and snapping its Angers like a cabaret dancer. The town is off Its trolley and off the rails besides. "The only plays that I ever liked, George, or at least the plays I liked the best of all, waa the pretty old rural dramas. I know the wise flsh nowadays wouldn't turn out to see a play like "Shore Acres," and if good old Denman Thompson was In his prime now he would starve. I can see them old plays now, when I shut my eyes. They was all about the same In a way, but they was all fine. There was always the old homestead, which at least one of the family didn't want sold. It had been the home of their dads and granddads, but some of the younger members of the family had moved to the city and got proud, and now the old homestead had to be sold. "One little daughter stuck by the old home with her dad and mother. The Aristocrat. and drawn over her ears in a fashion that well becomes her stately height. The piquant little maiden who comes next parts her hair over the left temple and masses it in a great puff on top of her shapely head—so adding a few inches to her rounded figure's height—or apparent height. And last we have the slender, wistful little lady who bands her hair low across her forehead and swirls it at the crown of her head to show the poise of her stately head. Try one of the Hippodrome coiffures—for one of them is sure to approach in at tractiveness the pretty girl who stands sponsor for her answer to the eternal question a la woman. —OLIVETTE. out when you hear him ring the bell, either. Be really not at home. Take up some of the friends you have dropped on his account, go out with them, see something of some other men, and you'll forget all about your friend. Sir Egotist. If you do forget about him, there's one thing sure—he'll begin to think about you—Just a little. When he finds that there are two sides to this story lie's been trying to tell you all summer, ten chances to one he will try to write a brand new chapter—with quite a different end ing. What do you want with such a self ish man anyhow? If he acts that way before mar riage, when he isn't perfectly sure of you, what on earth will he do when he has you tied down at home, with out even a chance in the game? Oo out and spend his whole Satur day afternoon and SundAy playing baseball probably, or watching some body else play it, and leave you at home to wonder what on earth ever possessed you to marry him at all. NOTHING MYSTERIOUS There's nothing mysterious about the gentleman; he's Just selfish, that's all. and —perhaps he Isn't quite so desperately in love with you as you try to make yourself believe. If he was, you wouldn't have to quarrel with him for staying away from you. Don't hang on to him so tight—let go —let go—entirely—and see if he doesn't change his mind about want ing to get away. Tina Muffltare hm&y WILLIAM F. KIRK And in all of the plays she had a beau with an honest heart and warts on his thumbs. Ills father would own the next farm, of course, and It had always been the dream of the old folks that the two would marry and then the two farms would become one. Then along would come some young city fellow, usually a surveyor. He would be the villain, and I don't know why they always picked out that profession for a villain. There Is a lot of surveyors that is perfect gents. Anyhow, he would come there with his city ways and his oily tongue, and he would steal that little girl away from her fair minded jasper beau. She would find out be fore it was too late that he was a villain, and while she was finding that out her jasper beau would be finding out that there was oil on the old homestead and that the villain knew it all the time. The end of it would be that the surveyor would have to go back to his compass and the gal would marry her Abner, and the old homestead would be saved." "They always -had a swell male quartet of rubes in them shows, too," said the Head Barber. "I used to like to hear them singing "My Old Kentucky Home* and "Way Down Upon the Suwanee River.* I guess you are right when you say we are getting foolish In the head. And I suppose there won't be no more of them good old plays. It's too bad. too. Me and the Missus would go oftener if we could see something like that, but I ain't going to dig up four bones to go and see a problem play that deals with the same problem Adam and Eve knew about. And I wouldn't go across the street to see a musical comedy no more, so when we don't go to vaudeville or the movies we have some friends up to the flat or go calling on them. That way we won't get poisoned none." "You're right, George," said the Manicure Lady. "You have the right anecdote." The Piquant. Estelle Was a Nice Girl, But Just Look What She Did Estelle was a nice girl and a good stenographer. To prove she was a nice girl, we tell you she never put empty peanut shells In another girl's typewriter, and to prove she was a good stenog rapher we tell you that she knew bjuu uVy how many s's and p's there should be in Mississippi,..and how many n's and t's there should be In Cincinnati. So there. Estelle was very tidy. Every morn ing when she got up she swept the room with a glance. This Is much easier than sweeping the room with a broom, or even a vacuum cleaner. Try it. Also she wss very cheerful. She would run downstairs with a song on her lips. Of course, she removed the Swept the Room With Her Eyes, song from her lips and laid It on the piano before breakfast. But this has nothing to do with Estelle's adventure with the million aire. She had always wanted to marry a millionaire, because she was fond of round figures, and she knew that this young man must be a millionaire, be cause he put a penny in a subway slot machine and didn't ousa when the machine refused to work. "Your eyes are stars," said the young man to Estelle. This seems a foolish thing to say, Your Eyes Are Stars. because stars only come out at night, and It's too dark then to see anything. However, It's just as sensible as telling a girl she has seashell ears. An oyster is a seashell, isn't it? And you'd never tell a girl she looked as if she had a couple of halfshells on the sides of her head. Not that it matters much, the way they do their hair now. Miss Wistful. Gave Him a Burning Glance Ksielle gave the young man a burn ing glance. Look at the picture and you'll get the effect. Seems to us a burning glance would be as disagree able as burning feathers; but any way, that's what she did. Frederick — that was the young man's name—was frozen to the spot. Odd that a burning glance should freeze him; but that's what it did. and we have to stick to facts. It's not quite so easy to stick to facts as to stick to flypaper, but we must do it. As we said, Frederick was frozen to the spot, and if he moved he would have to take the spot with him. As the spot he was In was the Grand Central subway station, this would be some Job. A melting glance from Estelle en abled him to thaw out and as he looked up she dropped her eyes. (See illustration.) Fortunately they were not broken Regarded as a necessity by every woman who considers the appearance of her table. Pure —white —sparkling — your hand is the first to touch it 2 and 5 pound Sealed Package* Full and half size pieces THE AMERICAN SUGAR REFINING CO. Address: New York City BUTTERFLIES CONSTANCE CLARKE LITTLE girl that strayed away While the son shone bright, Little girl that romped away Hours of golden light Ont across the daisy fields Tn the drowsy noon, Chasing butterflies all day, Bedtime comes too soon. Tired and weary little girl 1 n a snowy nest, With a doll in either arm Clasped against her breast; Drowsy lids that flutter down. Closing out the light, Tired of chasing butterflies— Dolls are friends at night. Little girl that wandered ©at, Secrets to unclose, - Started with the sun ad ream On a bed of rose; Out across the daisy fields, Starred with youthful dreams. Chasing butterflies all day While the sunlight streams. Little feet that wandered far, Weary with the strife. Tired of chasing butterflies On the hills of life, Wandered home again, too late, Seeking childish joys, Little hands that seeking found Only broken toys. and Frederick quickly picked them up for her. He made eyes at her for a moment before getting them re placed, and was Just about to speak when a sudden silence fell upon him and knocked him down. When he came to, Estelle had taken the Broadway express. Where she took it we don't know, and It was a shame to take it anyway. It didn't belong to her. He Was Frozen to the Spot. "I want to Insert a big advertise ment In your paper," said, a business like gentleman, bustling; Into a news paper editorial sanctum. "It's about a fine new brand of whisky-" "Certainly, sir," cried the editor, springing to his feet and rubbing his hands. "Exouse me a minute." and he went to the speaking tube and said to the foreman compositor In a whisper: "You need not set that editorial of mine on 'The Curse of Drink.' this week."