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October morning, when, owing to a
tare interval of quiet, she had the leis
lire to. wonder over its news. Her im
agination, always active, translated the
tnigma of hfs message by her own pe
culiar ^cipher, her long"* friendship with
bim.She had known him since child
hood, when their prolonged playtime
had revealed to her the salient points
»f his lovable character.
Her early devotion to him had mel
lowed through after years into a com
radeship—it had never become any
thing else—almost masculine in its
clear and stable securities. Richard
Btopford, always as unlucky a mortal
at a w«ll-bom and wealthy young
man coold be, m*Mie Evelyn his confi
dant. Her keen sense of humor and
Impersonal view-point had guided
kirn through many of the difficulties
that ^sprang from a generous dispo
sltiUI coupled with no insight. Rom
ance eluded him, friends deceived him,
And the piiper always called upon him
to pay for the music of which he ,had
had no benefit
He revealed to Evelyn alone his Agi
tation of mind through these crisef.
She knew better than any one that
the tall, awkward, prodigiously freckl
ed man, with the nonchalant,' boyish
manner, had the sensitive heart of the
poet. Behind his homely exterior was
a keen love of beauty and a strong
desire to wrest the Ideal from carping
In the light of this understanding,
the news of the cable seemed at once
appropriate and grotesque, a symbol
of Richard's outward appearance and
inner aspirations She read the words
•gain, an overflowing message sent
regardless of expense by an obviously
Joyous bride4[room:
Married In Venice this morning to
Vlttorla Crlvelli,- the most beautiful
girl in Italy. We shall travel for six
months, then home. Have bought the
Hants estate on Long Island. House
of. Italian architecture. Fix it up
for us. like a dear—Italian style., that
Vittorla may not be homesick- You
and she must be great friends. Let
ter on the way. Yours ever,
•'Could anything be more character
istic?" Evelyn said, apostrophizing.the
Sheraton desk before her. "You im
possible. boy! Is she beautiful, or do
you only think so under the spell of
Venice? What are you going to .make
of her after the honeymoon? Does
she really jjare for you, or is she
worldly? Will you have one idea in
common? You reckless romancer,
dear,,unwise Dick! And I'm to
get tBtf-^nest ready—Dante in the li
brary I suppose* frescoed ceilings,
ITTLE did it avail Jakie Fein-
berg that he sold more Tr.ge
blatts than any other bey In
Seward Park for the Semitic ancestry
that determined the quality of his busl
ness ability had endowed him with an
Inordinate lust for gambling, which
consumed all the profits of his newspa
per vending.
Now, Jimmle Brennan*s attitude to
ward gambling was different. He play
ed craps because it was the vogue. If
you didn't shoot dice, you weren' one
of the gang, he reasoned and so he
continued to risk not only the small
lum at stake, but a good licking from
his mother to boot.
Mrs. Brennan allowed Jimmie out of.
his weekly stipend sixty cents for
.lunches, which he was permited to
spend at the rate of ten cents ddily
and to the end, that none of It should
go for riotous living, he was obliged
each night to display the-correct?unex
pended balance or suffer the penalty.
Rarely did he exceed his daily allow
ance for his mother's hand was heavy
•nd, laid on In correction, potent for
good. Accordingly, one Monday morn
ing it w^s an untoward destjny that
luiifroiueU Jimmie with the "tempter,
Jakie Feinberg*. and he arrivd a half
hour late at Mr. Goodel's. ofllce, with
Lut twenty of the hebdomadal fifty
cents remaining in hi$ trousers.
Only the necessity of reaching the of- tangible as gold eagles, ut "Chocolate"
fice b/jlore his employer had brought '—,ve"— "Chocolate" was ah
thy tame to a reluctant close, and it unlisted security dealt in by
was with the promise „to renew tha curb-brokers on Broad street—and. to
contest on the dock at the foot of Wall Mr. Goodel, a curb-broker was even as
street between one and two that Jim- a dissenting minister to a clergyman
mie had hastend downltown to his la- of the Church of JSngland.
mie has hastened down town to his la
employer, Mr. Goodel, seated in the
private office. Mr. Goodel frowned se-
verely as Jimmie tiptoed to his little ,aw
desk in the outer room.
""Where have you been?" Mr. Goodel
crimson in his effort to stem the im
pending tears but do as he might, a
large drop formed in the corner of his
eyfe and rolled slowly dowri his cheek.
Mjr. Goodel plunged behind the ex
tended sheets of his morning paper and
jrew suddenly interested in the edi
torial columns.
''Well sit down in your chair and
take it easy," he said, 1n tones of gruff
kindliness. "Maybe you'll feel better
&{ter a while."
Then from the editorial page ho turn
»d to the stock quotations. In the
transaction of business of investment
tecurities Mr. Goodel at all times dis
played a conservative moderation. He
Breaded wildcat enterprises, and in
reading the market report it was his
custom to skim over In most cursory
fashion all references to mining secuJT
"tles and rarely did he give more than
passing notice to the quotations of in
dustrials. Today, however, his eye
wandered over the financial paare,1 and
caught by the leaded heading. "United
Chocolate and Cocoa," he read with
»Urt the Item that followed:
one Ku3hmore
ed and
i, [executive officers, wherin he addressed
»1 each one of them by his abbreviated
"I was sick," he muttered. His cheek Christian name, and they called him in
ilready flushed by the exertion, became
E sparse furniture, and marble floors—a
VANCOURT background for your inamorata. Does
she suggest daggers and poisoned
cups, or is she of the lyric type,- a
Beatrice ready to lead** you through
paradise? Well, she has evidently
give** you your precious chance to
dreain, and I bless her for that- I'd
canonize anybody who ^ould make me
A week later Richard's letter camei
The features Jf his beloved, shining
through the broken, perfervld phrases,
were limned with a pencil dipped In
heavenly colors. His inchoate bliss
promised either the happiest future or
the reverse. No mediocrity of feeling
eould spring from such beginnings.
The ending of the letter concerned the
house: ...
I know the quality of your genius,
dear Evelyn, better than any one. Ex
ercise it to. the full for*your old
friend. I want the place, for Vlttorla's
sake, to ber Italy transplanted, with an
added touch of our own peculiar rom
ance. Make it to the queen'js taste
cypresses and marble benches and
dizzy frescoes and religious pictures
in those gilded, twisted frames—you
know the kind. I am sending over a
shipload of things, but chuck them
if you can do better. Have an oratdry
for Vittoria, and don't forget some
mosaic floors scattered about, and
fountains, and secret passages for the
butler! And have one room for me,
with thick carpets and curtains and
roomy leather chairs, that the boys
may feel at home.
Evelyn went to her task joyfully.
She could always do her best for the
people with whom she was In sym
pathy, mutual affections clarifying her
purpose a«d aiding hej .plans. The
"new.y arrived," haggling over the
prices of rarities whose esthetic value
was forever hidden from them, lamfid
her inspiration. Dick and Italy mad*
an electric union
An Italian garden already formed
part of the Hants estate. The Louse,
spacious and solid, lent itself well to
her purposes- An army of artisans
took possession of it, and. the woyk
progressed rapidly. By spring it was
swept, and stood ready to be garnish
ed. Richard and Vittoria were ex
pected in May, and on the day of
their arrival Evelyn made a last in
spection of her work. All, was as she
had visioned it months before—state
ly, bare, with that touch here and
there of something sinister which,
lurks—a troubled enchantment—In
Italian beauty. Tall crucifixes hung
in the bed-rooms. Vlttorla's oratory
was a white and silent place. A copy
of a Madonna by Lorenzo Lotto filled
its stillness like a strain of music.
"If you jolease, Miss Vancourt, Mi\
In the United Chocolate and Cocoa
there was a resumption of the phe
nomenal activity which developed yes
terday on the agreement between both
caucuses of the House to increase the
duty on manufactured cocoa fifty per
cent, ad valorem. It is expected that
the tariff revision bill will pass the
House by a large majority, this after
noon, and, in anticipation of ttye result
the price'of the -preferred stock rose
thirty points yesterday. Conservative
operators predict that it will touch par
before the close of the market, today.
Thus- read Mr. Goodel. He'made a
rapid calculation by which he found
that in sejling five hundred N. Y. S.
fours, at ninety-nine, and investing the
proceeds in "Chocolate" as the abbre
viated term has it, he woulr net a
rofit of something like goodness know
how many thousand dollars before
breakfast the next morning. Then his
better judgment prevailed and he laid
down the#paper with a sigh.
New York Southern bonds are as
h,s luncture soodtVM
-Stopford is come."
Luddington, enter-
"Boy!" he cried, !n an awful voice, ton was a dealer in commercial paper
"you're late!" —the dealer in commercial' paper, and
Jimmie gulped and made no reply. I
n^guy. Ludding-
with every bank
a a a
continued, and waited for a reply. jjaioeue9 between himself and these
At last Jimmle's exxcuse found husky
®tr ?nve^
gM D®tween
«lm.se,r ana these
return, "Luddy, old boy."
He hi da shrewd temperament be
neath a boyish and jovial exterior that
in an old man might be thought a
tritle unbecoming. Goodel, however,
had a high opinion of his brother-in
law's judgment, and could always gage'
th\ importance of the information
which Luddington could, if he would,
disclose by the degree of hilari,ty lie
This morning he was particularly
boisterous, and Ggodel scented a valu
able market tip under the cloak of bis
brother-in-law's merriment."
"H'io, Luddy?" he cried. "How's
the market? Sit down'n' make your-
tained within a trifle more than five
feet, were further compressed by a
frock coat, which fitted without a wrki
kle and made almost an acrobatic f^.t
ou of the simple act of sitting down.
"Look here, Goodel," he said in tones
of^ a melting confidential timber,
e's the opportunity of a lifetime
The housekeeper had approached
her, interrupted her musinfcs in the
library befpre a -bronze bust of
She hurried htfb the great hall to
jjreet them. Dick, more nearly a hand
some man than she had ever seen
him, rushed forward and seized both
her bands, shaking them as if he
would neve? leave oft. Then he lntfor
duced his bride with the air of a man
exclaiming, "Behold the fairest, the
best beloved!"
Vittoria was all that, surely, and
perhaps much more,. Evelyn thought
as she took the slander White-hand held
out to her. She was "as te^ll and fair as
an Annunciation lily, but her hair and
eyei were of that blackness wfclcft
seems to hold bluish lights inflts
depths. She was herself a picture,
though Evelyn did not know. that thfe
simplicity of her dress, which left
their full value to {ier oval face and
long, shapely hands, was due to pick's
She greeted Evelyn in broken Eng
lish, with a hesitating manner which
the latter attributed^ to shyness, and
with a veiled-glance'that.seemed like
a peep through a narrow convent
window. Dick, meanwhile, was |n an
attitude of expectancy. Evelyn read
in his Ingenuous countenance still
freckled—a, vast admiration of what^
she h^d accomplished but she saw
that he waited hopefully for his bride
to look about her and speak the first
word of Approval.
Vittoria did no more than stand In
picturesque silence, awaiting appar
ently her lord's pleasure to lead her
somewhere in tijj® great house wtoertf
she could take oft her hat and have a
glass of wine and a biscflit after the
fatigue of the Journey. The three
were enveloped in an awkward pause,
broken by Evelyn, whosfe quick intui
tions rarely failed hef.
"You must be. wry tired, Mrs- Stop*
"Oh, v-ee-ry!"
She moved away with a slow, grace-'
ful, gliding motion, looking neither to
the right nor the left, and Richard fol
lowed her as at the end of an invisible
golden thread. Evelyn went. back to
the library, and by and by tie Joined.
her there.
''I've come to congratulate you,
Evelyn," ho said In h,ls bright, en
thusiastic manner. "You've made the,
house so Italian that*Vittoria has
aken it quite for granted. She
asn't said one word about it! 1
call that consummate genius on your
part," he added confidentially. "It's as
if in Italy I .had walked into a room
with art. nouveau paper and fat bro
caded chairs and a gilded steam-radla.,
.tor. I'd have thought I was
today. The House is sure to pass the/
tariff-eevision bill, and when it does
there will be some astounding develop
Goodel blew clouds of smoke that ex
presh.id his interest more eloquently
than speech alone.
"I see you've be6n reading the finan
cial page," Luddy went en! "but their
prediction isn't half bright efiough."
His voice sank to a whisper.
"I have K. P.'s word for it, Choco
late will touch one hundred and fifty
by next week."
Goodel shooji his head.
"It's no use Luddy," he said. "I
haven't the available funds, and if 11 understand'/
had, speculation is not in my line,"
Luddington made an impatient ges*.
Luddy sank into the chair with a ^me. In the meatatlme I'll think it1 "Well, -wherei are they?
grtfnt. His two hundred pounds, con- [over, antl if I decide on anything, I'll Jimmie folded the first
let you know then."
Luddington arose and fairly wafted
himself out of the^office, for despite
his weight, he was remarkably light On
his feet,, and dashed around from biuik
to bank, peddling his commercial pat
per, with all the agility of a map tut'if
his age.
(ft1 •j-
How a Houseful of Old Masters Transformed a Modern Romance Into
a hotel
A Good Business Yarn by the Creator of
The ouportunltjr of. a lifetime," he three paper*, one of them pink. Good-
in little New York,, and I'd have felt
so comfortable that I'd have just saia
nothing—like Vittoria. Isn't sha a
darling? Isn't she- beautiful? I«t
she' Just like a Tlttau what-you-call
Evelyn looked indulgent.
"ipon't attempt :an art comparison,
Riobard. Circumstances, have forced
you to 'Ifhow more of stocks than of
Italian Schools of painting' Let me do
Her Justice. She is as lovely as a Bel
tcaffio Virgin, and as slendpr as a
!»ottitelII angel, and as unconsciously
haughty i£s a Tlepold saint-^-and I like'
"Ah, I knew, yo.u'd appreciate her!
I've* told her that of all my friends
you'd appreciate her most. You don't
know how much I've talked ofNyou!"
"6h Dick, Dick! Does the wise
brldegroorft prate. of other women to
His honest face1 expressed astonish
\fBut you Are my dearest friend, my
life-long friend/'
Evelyn Bmiled. .,
"So you found"'your lady in Venice,"
she said irrelevantly—"the daughter
of a grandee,"
Yes, and grandly poor, as they are
sometimes in Italy. Their palace is
filled with masterpieces, but it's cold
and cheerless and rat-rldde?. Vlttorla
meal a day."
"If I could h%ve such a figure on
one meal a day,' I'd begin abstinence
at once!" Evelyn said musingly.
"Nonsgnse! You're ripping, only
you're an American-"
"Yes and we may be chic, but we
are rlrely esthetic. We haven't the
necessary touch of indifference, and
we're too costly. Don't let Vittoria be
^ostly, ever,-or shell IOBO that rare
tld-World look. Keep her the starv
ed-princess. Bread,and "cheese on t)ie
table, and Falmas and Ca,nalettos on
the wall!
'"Indeed, I must keep' her that,", he
said earnestly. "I had this house done
in the Italtan style partly to make Her
feel at home and partly to preserve
her taste. If I can help It, she shall
never be turned into a rowdy, week
end American, puffy and red in a
hideous motor, gorging at Delmonicn's.
and: Hung with diamonds in an opera
b&x- We shall seek gimple pleasures,
and lfve quietly here in this beauti
ful place."
me that often they had but one
And you will read the early Italian
poets to her?"
"Ah, tfopi't smile.' I mean it so
''You always mean it so much, Rlc^
ard. "That's the beauty of your char
acter in. this shallow age.""
"I cah\t tell you how grateful I am
to you for preparing this place, Eve
lyn.- It's a lovely accompaniment to
Jimmie not only failed tg sfe him, but was knocked squarely into the gutter well.
showing the opening
Street knowing it but really, my dear
Goodel, it would be criminal to neglect
this splendid occasion."
"I tell you what I'll do," Goodel in- in it?"
Interrupted. "Come and takg"1unch with "jTeeair," said Jiminle,
griiined triumphantly.
"Yoti take these* papers ba$k," he
yelled." fetid Vet mtlhe edition showing
Z. V
I -r
•tfu S«e you at twefve," he said, going the stock-market openipg.
out. HetlaCt a faint cdor of violets When Jimmie oame back, Itfr. Goodel
behind'him, for buddy's boutonnlere ascertained that "Chocolate" had
Was as much a part of him as hid' lit
tle spiked beard.
Goodel smoked-furiously at his cigar
urttil the 'ehda of his mustache were determination, he put on his-hat and
perilously near to scorching. went down -to the office of Matthews &
"Boy," he called, flinging away the Company, his broker#, where he watch
end, ''how do you feel now
jimittle arose and murmured that he of an hour.
was better.. "Chocolate" advanced on thousand
Then go out and buy me the three share sales to% ninety-five, and had Mr.
"VoMtfr," Jimmie replled^ind ran for chocolate available.
the ilevsi'jtor.
tee"returned ten minutes latetwlth jit needed little pressure on the part of
dur happiness."
He leaned forward and placed his
hand on her arm. As he ?id so, Vit
toria appeared in the doorway. Her
dark, concealing eyes, looked steadily
at the pajr. a moment. A shadow
passed over her face, rendering it
opaque and depriving it for a moment
of its high, brilliant youth.
"'fetoutt me," she faltered "I In
Dick jumped to his feet.
'"Carissima," he exclaimed, with a
strong American accent, "I was Just
telling Evelyn how beautiful she has
made the house."
"Mees Vancourt Is ve-e-ry kind,"
Victoria, said, but she did not look in
Evelyn's direction.
... Ill ...
Richard was reluctant
bring his
happiness to town in the autumn, but
continued to read the Italian poets to
Vittoria among the clipped hedges
and before drafty stone fireplaces. One
dby be discovered her yawning, and
a week later he presented himself in
Evelyn's office.
"You've been such stay and a
prop," he. began confidentially, "that
maybe you'll help us out now. am
worried about Vittoria. Slie seems
listless. Some days she's even—even
bored." He brought out the word in
a tragic voice. "I can tell you this,
Evelyn, because you know what It
would mean to me not to have her in
terested or happy. I think the child
hais not become acclimated."
"You think the sea-air—but, surely*
Long Island is more salubrious than
"It may be, but I'm afraid
doesn't agree with her- I'm going to
try the mountains for a couple of
months before we come in for the
winter. The Catskills are great
October, and I've found a duck, of a
hduse on the eastern slope. Wouldn't
you, as a great favor, do it up Quickly
for me In a mild Italian style. Just
enough to make Vittoria—
"Oh, Dick, Dick, what's the use ot
furnishing a house for two months?"
"But I've bought this. I've had my
eye on it for some time. I've always
wanted a mountain-lodge."
"Well, you don't want frescoes and
marble floors in, it." Evelyn said cross
ly. •That would be too ridiculous."
He looked apologetic.
^•'Well do furnish it for me. some
how, Bvelyri. No upholsterer could
create an air of comfort. Give us a
few tables and chairs In any old
style, and I'll be grateful. I told Vit
toria you'd take the whole thing over.
Mutter a charm, and behold a dwell
"I could be hanged for a witch on
your U&tlmony." Evelyn commented.
opened at ninety with ten saleA in the
first three minutes. He paced up and
down the room, and then, with an air
I ed the ticket" for a good three-quarters
aU* 1
B. I f^ Vi Ai
AM I. A*.
Evening papers, showing the opening Goodel been a man of nervous tempera- Plunged in despondency. As he reach
prices," lie said. "Be sure to get one ment, his excitement might have con-
loaded himself up with every share of
J-J H..1
repeated. ''You know I never take a el took them into his rom and shut up his mind to buy a thousand shares trousers packets and his mind dwelt on
flier, for I couldn't buy a hundred the
shares without every one on Wall over but pot a trace of any market Wall Street that the tariff-revision bill dliigton bounded down the steps of the
Mr. Luddington, for he had about mad*
He turned them over and The utmost confidence prevailed In the licking to come, so that when Lud-
a- ..I %_ j* a TM
news was visible. would go through before two o'clock, Industrial Trust Company building
"Boy,",-lie roared, "didn't I tell you to and not 'only "'"Chocolate" but many Jimmie not only failed to see him but
bpy-me a paper with the opening price* other industrials on the list reflected
by a sharp advance in pricesfi the ex
.'j cited tone of the market.
Luddington arrived promptly at
page and twelve and Goodel and he left im
mediately, nor did they return until
"Here they are, Mr" he cried, and nearly one. Luddlngton's strident
pointed to ft dbujMe heading: "Today's laughter testified to a successful lun
Bn tries and Probable Odds." cheon, with at least two quarts of wine,
ioodet seemed to tie on the verge of while even Goodel was a trifle flushed
toplexy. and garrulous. He sat down immedi-
ately and drew a check for a large
amount, which, together with an or-
w£ fvf!
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a Tragedy
"I don't want, to do this at all, I tell
you frankly,
Vittoria must have
mountain air, I think you're foolish
not to go to a hotel."
"None keeps open after the end of
October. Besides, I loathe summer
hotels. Do help me out!"
Evelyn gave a grudging assent. She
visited the lodge—a bleak and Beauti
ful plate, best fitted for a hermit or an
unsocial poet—and then issued her
orders, more intent on being ex
peditious than markedly artistic. She
was uncomfortably conscious that
Richard was making a mistake,
He caHed her up dally to know of
her progress- When the end was In
sight, he brought her a verbal Invita
tion bom Vittoria to go up with them
for over Sunday. Richard would
bring his motor to the ofllce on Satur
day Afternoon. Vittoria was to come
tip from Long Island with her maid,
and meet them there.
arrived promptly, but Vittoria
was late. At fifteen minutes after
the appointed time he wag paclng the
office in a fever ^of anxiety. He was
just, stepping to the telephone, when
a messenger-boy appealed in the
doorway and handed him a note.
Dick tore it open and read it in two
mlaerabfe glances. Evelyn, seeing
how pale he grew, signed for the boy
to leave the room. She closed the
"What is it?"
"She has gone—she has galled!"
Dick groaned..
"At noon today—for Genoa!'*"
"But why—"
He handed her the note in silence,
from Its Jumbled English, Italian, and
French arose a frantic, jealous cry. If
he loved best the womfen who made
filly houses, why, let him go to her—
Vittoria would not step into another
furnished by tl^at Americaine. Her
heart was broken, and, though she
hated Venice, anything was better
than this, ^ddlo, and she was his,
but no he&rt could share of her
Evelyn's1 amazement held her spell
bound for a moment. Then there
came a frantic desire to laugh, as the
full sense of the situation dawned
upon her but Dick's stricken face re
strained her mirth over the, comedy
of the tragedy. She must come at
once to the rescue. Her woman's wit
told her that the best thing to do
under the circumstances was to up
braid him solemnly.
"Richard, you deserve this. You've
chattered of me td her in yoiir sense
less man way, and you've kent me
always before1 her. As if any woman
cared a rap for her husband's old
friends! As if she didn't wish them
ail at the world's end! And how could
Montague Glass
der to purchase two thousand "Choco
late," he wiciostd in an envelope ad
dressed to' Matthews & Company.
It was no -wten minutes past one.
and Jimmie chafed at the delay. No
doubt Jakie Feinberg would wait for
him, but dse hour was a trifling period
In which to recoup his morning's loss
es/ At length Mr. Goodel called him
Into his office.
"Boy," he said, "you go to lunch
now, and while you're out t$ke this
letter to Matthews & Company. Be
sure to go there first.
Jimmie seized the envelope and was
off like a flash.
"Be careful," Mr. Goodel called after
him. "Don't lose it."
Luddington rose, and they shook
bands with such cordiality as a bot
tle of wine win engender.
"Wish you lubk, old man," he said.
"You're In for a good thing."
Goodel smiled a little vacuously and
as Luddington closed the door, sighed
heavily. Speculation, he reflected,
playa the deuce with a man's money
and peace of mind. His lips uttered
and reuttered the words till a faint
drowsiness came over him, and Induc
ed by his unwonted intemperance at
luncheon, his head lurched forward on
his breast and he sank into a profound
Jimmie hastened down to the foot of
Wall Street, the note tucked in his
breast pocket and the thought of Jakie
waiting there spurred him on, so that I dolla b|ll for you. Don't
he arrived at about half past one. For
once Jakie's luck stayed with him while
they shook the dice and threw again
and again, until Jimmy's twenty cents
dwindled to 5, mounted to 16, diminish
ed once more, t- last, a quarter to three
once more. At last, a quarter to three.
fortune entirely deserted him, and he
was obliged to declare himself
He retracetf his steps to the office
prices. Do you jquered his Judgment and he would have |€d «i°b surged around the cui-b-brok-
«41kO»*iU V1UV«
the corner of Broad Street, an excit-
era* enclosure.
... brok
Messengers ran hither
and thiiher, and overgrown newsboys
As It was, when'he entered his office, with husky bass voices were yelllnr
their extras.
His hands were thrust deep into his
knocked squarely Into the gutter
as well-
Luddington rushed over to Goodel'a
quarters and burst into the private *t
fW Kir. r._
,:v". xm -V
snored in oblivion of the disaster that
awaited him as Luddington entered and
shook him by the shoulder.
"Goodel, wake up." Luddington yeil
ejJ. "Th6re was no trace of the de
bonair "Luddy, old man" in the per
spiring and dlsheievel figure that fairly
danced with excitement.
/$ 1 1/
-v- *,«', *$
she, brought up In Italy,.
understand American
comradeships? I've
been a goose, and
you've been a greater
one, and between us we'veHaewildered
a child. It's just like your unfortunate
soul to adore, a woman, and have her
think you're sighing for another. Now
go straight to that telephone!"
He went as she bade him, In P.
dazed fashion. His face was still
gray and his hand trembled.
"Call up the line to Qenoa and en-c
gage passage for th'elr next sailing,"
she directed.
Hejpaused, the receiver in his hand.
"But how can I ever get through a
week?" he g:xaned,
"Wall Street, and keeping It out o£
the newspapers,, and cabling all her
relatives you're coming. There'll be
enough to do. Now, make your ar
rangements. Poor old, Dick!"
Six weeks later, Evelyn received a
letter from Venice, In Dick's familiar
handwriting.^ It began abruptly:,
I am entering upon a second honey
moon, and a surer one this time, for
Vittoria and understand each other
as we never did" before. Absence
cleared our eyes. She is so repentant
oyer her flight, but she says that run
ning away did her good, for, she saw
that the had been foolish and un
reasonable h-bout many things. She
had her week of impatient waiting, ,'
too, poor child, for when, on her arrival
she found my cable, she was overjoy- "v
ed. She did not leave Genoa, but
awaited ipe there, and her beautiful"
face was the first I saw when we
decked. She looked like an angel.
She has confided to me at last that
her life in the Long Island house
was a kind of martyrdom, for it re
minded her at every tilrn of all sorts
of discomforts connected with her
childhood—things she wanted to for
get. She says she longs for an Amer
ican setting, because it Is so niuch
more cheerfu). Sho likes Morris/
chalrd, and sofa-cushion3, and low
ceilings, and bright wall-papers, anJ
steam-heat, which she says she has
earned after being cold for r'.neteen
years and oh, beneath my breath
utter it, I am afraid she prefers color-v
ed photographs to the Old Masters!
She wants to have a livelier time, poo.%
child, because she was mewed up ,*»
as a girl.
We're going to take a suite in an
apartment-hotel, and she is to furnt**
it according to her own id6as.
tremble for my esthetic future, out
she is the dearest—and all is well!
Copyright, The Frank A. Munsey Co.
••What's the matter?" gasped
rudely awakened Goodel.
"Awful, awful!"Luddy ejaculated.
•'The tariff-revision bill was defeated
Some misunderstanding among the
leaders 'Chocolate' dropped to fifty
and the bo ttom's fallen out of the
whole market."
Goodel turned wfilte and- almost
"Let's get a paper. Here you, boy,"
he yelled.
There was no answer.
Goodel jumped up and reached the
outer office just as the forlorn Jim
mie entered, all dusty from bis tumble 'i
and attempted to reach his desk un
"There you boy, where've you been?*' '!A3
he said.
Jimmie made no reply. '-L~
"Did you deliver that letter?" Good
el said.
Jimmie jumped as though he had T'
been shot
"Oh, gee!" he muttered. "I forgot
all about it," and reaching down into
his breast pocket, he pulled* out the
crumpled missive addressed to .'Mat
thews & Company.
"Give it to me, give it to me!"
Goodel shrieked hysterically, and with
out waiting to open it. tore envelope
chock, and order to a thousand pieccfc.
He sank into a chair -**.terly exhausted
with excitement..
"What_delayed you all this timer' he
said weakly, trying to maintain a a
semblance of composure..
Jimmie hung his headLx
"I met a kid I know and we wer
shooting craps," he almost whispered.
"What!" roared Goodel. "Gambling
hey? And you lost, too, I'll beta mil
Jimmie nodded dolefully.
'"Well," said his employer, reaclifns
down into his pocket, "here's a ten
gamble again. It's a terrible thing te
do. It loses your' money and destroy!
your peac of mind, by Gfad!"
He turned to Lyiddlngtoa with
"And" now, Luddington," he sale
cheerfully. "Lets go down and stead}
our nerves."
When I was young I hoped to be
A man %f value to the State.
I prayed the fates to grant to me
The laurels of the good and great-r
When I was young.
When I was young I dreamed of hours
In tha/t then seeding distant time
When I should wield God-given power
Rejololng in my manhood's prime
When I was ydung.
When I was young ambition stirred
My pulses, filled my boyish heart
In all my action^ ever spurred
on to my allotted part-
When I was young,
But now when age creeps on apace
And won are all those cherished bays
A victor in lifp's frenzied race,
I'd give them all for those dear days
When 1 was' young!
_—Blakeney Gray.
Copyright T|»e Fr*nk A. Munsey C«.
"To lunch,". Jimmie croaked.
"To lunch!" Goodel shouted. "Great ,.•
Heavens, it's almost three o'clock!"

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