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I, THE KING By WAYLAND WELLS WILLIAMS. (Copyright. 3924.) I__—-----/ (Conttnned from Yesterday.) In a short scuffle of wills more ther bodies, he seized her two hands anti was bending over them, peering up at her face. "Mary, Mary! There s lust on* thing for It, don't you see? Mar ry me, and you can have all that, and make me damnably hgppy into the bargain. I’va so much more than 1 know what to do with—It would he •ueh a joy to give you things. You tan dance all night and play Schu itann divinely all the morning. It Would be so nice! For both of us And—what the . . She was laughing, on a low note, but semt-hysterlcally. "Oh, confound It all! Can't a woman ever talk frank lv without running up against a pro posal of marriage—or am l just a plain fool? . . . Yes, that’s It. Kit, you're a dear good boy. You’ve act ed perfectly. Now let's drive home." "Mary, see here, I'm serious-—" "Don’t he! I warn you, don't he!" "I will! I want you to marry mel \Vhat's the matter with that?" “Oh. don't, Kit! Don't you see that tlip more serious you are the worse it makes It?" "No! ITTi'at on earth—" "You had a chivalrous impulse to ward a ridiculous, self-pltylng woman You made the right move. But you don’t suppose I'm going to seriously consider marrying you for your money? After practically asking you to ask me?" "You didn't! And what’s the mon ey got to do with it, anyway?" "Well, a good deal. I should say' Dancing all night and Schumann all the morning—ha!" She was laughing again, not hys terically now, hut with amusement, and in full control of herself. She leaned forward and patted his knee. Her control made Kit angry. •■gee here, Mary! Mary, see here, Stop that confounded laughing! Damn it all, it isn't every night I ask a woman to marry me! ■ Well. then, what’s so absurd about It! I need you and you need me. I'm able to give you certain things you want—need: I'm only too glad to give them to you. It> a pleasure. I want to see you happv. I'm not entirely selfish . . . Mary let him talk on In this vein for some time. But when at last he paused all he could get out of her was: Kit, it’s tills: I'm a poor cheap crea ture. but there are some things 1 stick at. One of them is selling my self. Even to a man I like—much less to a man I like " "But If you do like me—" "Like! Stop and think, man! This took him aback. He went on arguing after a moment, hut jerkily, with long pauses. Mary merely sat there, her hands crossed on her lap, _____\ r New York --Day by Day ---' By 0. O. M’IXTVRE. New York, Nov. 77.—Thought* while strolling around New York: A row of old book shop*. With piles of dusty, dogeared book*. A hoy denish girl In tirlits. Puffing a eig aret in n bock stage doorway. W hat ever become of Lottie Gilson. And the Pella Fox curl. The beat of kettle drums Prowl ing girls with come hither looks. M on der if the Eskimo pie man still gets h s huge royalties. There's Zoe Beck ley. A sob sister beauty . The superb indifference of the Russian wolf hound. A skank club—The Lido-Venice. Always the noise of street drilling. Ocean liner employes seeing the town. Always in groups. This week yew York— next week London or Pari*. What a life. A sliver of a moon. A hunchback muttering to himself. A famous Broadway "stool pigeon." Runs a hole In the wall Jewelry shop on the side. Eddie Dunn—George M. Cohan's Man Friday. A coiffure par lor diffusing a benign domestic glow Wicker chairs. Chaise longue. And crystal chandeliers. Vaudeville agents chasing about to catch the last act on the bill. More horrible little French plays from the Grand Guignol. Busses that have to go around the block to turn around. Military school dudes. Diamond buck cs on a burlesque queen. Men who live and perish by their aits. Old Second Hand like. Who ittends firsts nights. And owns a brn\vn stone In the ROs. The tramp of home-goers. A million patrons of i c«iless humanity. Wish I could sing, boss. Where did the word "bunk” or iginate? James Oliver Curwood, Just In front the great open spaces. A gay little coupe of orchid hue. Owned by the wife of a handsome and dis solute setor. Coffee and steak odors Business of wolfing a meal. In on* of the university clubs the other night a prankish group gave s fresh young sprig a gentle hazing. Fie had been invited for dinner and front the start became overbearing. He waa finally Invited up to a room. And under the prodding he was forced to atick hla head out the window and shout: "Help! help! help! Don't ahoot, I’ll marry the woman.” He left auhdued anil thoughtful. In my gangly youth days I was rather cocksure of myself on a picnic party. 1 wore immaculate white duck pants and s scarlet tie Mv ego wilted., however, when one of the ruffians In overalls pushed me down In a blackberry tart. In eurh trying moments a falsetto giggle is toe most futile thing In the world. On» of the best-known American essayists has given up letters for the prosaic business nf writing advertls ing copy. He says there |s more skill in the advertising paragraph than an entire page of the esaay. He tells of working for five days on a six linn blurb. T’letro sold chalk statues from a huge basket he carried on his head. He traveled the well-beaten paths of the East Ride tenements, always -hunting his wares from the curb. Rings were In hi* ears and his coat was ihe black velveteen of Montmar tre. The other day he dind. When the coroner came and looked nlmut for J he name of some relative he folftnl under the mattress 117,000 in currency. Pietro had been In America 1:1 years. Kurh Instances give an air of duh lety and evanescence to thrift, Pie tro might have enjoyed life a little more. Certainly there waa nothing romantlo about his work—Just dull days of aklmplng and self denial. . (Ceavrlaht, llit ) k staring down the street. They might have stayed there for hours but that a prayer meeting broke up in a near by church, flooding the street with pedestrians. This was ene tiling too much to argue against, so he started the car and turned homeward. He drove without speaking, hut he thought hard. She was right, he saw; right in her way; yet there was right ness on his side also. It was hard to dovetail their respective right nesses; he gave it up for the mo ment and fell to wondering what it would be like for him here with Mary in Cleveland. . . . Well, It wouldn’t bo like much! He pulled the car up with a jerk. They happened tn bo on the Viaduct, under bright lights, but it was late now and there were few people about. Not that he would have cared, in any case. "Mary,” he said quietly, “I sec It now. I see my mistake. I asked you the right thing for the wrong reason. The reason—what could it poieihly have been but one thing.’ I want you. Not for what I ran do for you, but for yourself. You. There's nothing else." Her face under its small black hat was drawn and expressionless in the electric light. ^le wondered if women usually looked so at this juncture. "You've been so much to nie these last weeks. That terrible home-com ing. losing all I expected to find. You've been the one bright saving thing about. It. from the very first evening. I felt It, but I didn't ieal Ize consciously. That other night, with Boon and Cora and the others, I think I did then. I ought to have. But I do now, anyway, Heaveai knows . . ." She gave a little sigh, or gasp, and looked away from him. "Mary, don't go and leave me now. I simply can't think of life without you. There'd be nothing left—no good, no 1. pe, no faith. 1 ou mean all those things tn me now, and you simply can't take them away from me. You must see, Mary, you must . . .” She looked at him again. She saw the smooth skin drawn tightly over the cheek bones, the sunken, star\ ins eyes, the broad, sensitive mouth; she felt the appeal there, the appeal of so much that was fine and heauti fill and in need. She put out her hand. "I think I do see. Kit . . He did not move, but smiled. "Well, you silly girl! ' "It's—It's all so damnable. I hate to see you suffer. You’re so good— SO—pathetic . . He slow 1 v put his arms around her; her cheek fell on his like dew on hot fields and rested there, in peace and sweetness. A step sounded on the sidewalk. It was a policeman; Kit was just cun scions of brass buttons and then a shrug, as the man passed on, gran dioselv irvlifferent. "It's all right!" he called, turning his head. "Were engaged!" CHAPTER XIII. I. They were married on the 22d of June. In Grace Church. The wedding was small, and "from" Aunt Emmy’s house: one case of champagne suf ficed for the breakfast. Mary’s parents, together with a younger daughter of twelve, cnjne on from Cleveland; they turned out to be inconspicuous, well-dressed, well-bred people, not unpleased to be pared the fuss and expense of a wedding in their own home. Kit. liked P>*. t ane. who wore a short beard and a frock coat and looked like a figure out of the 'nineties. He said nothing what ever about money, and Kit told him. almost apologetically, that he had made a will leaving everything to Mary, and -was settling five thousand dollars a year on her at once, to dress on. "She's dressed on less than five hundred all her life,” said Pr. Vane, his eves on the ceiling, "but I doubt If she'll be able to do It on five thou sand." Mrs. Vane Kit liked even better: a stoutish matron, impeccable in grav charmeuse. with a look in her eyes of having risen to answer many nor. turnal telephone calls. She was quiet ly effective with voting Alicia, a Icy gv. ubiquitous child, noisily pleased with her position as one attendant of the bride. "You must come and visit us.” Kit told her, ns she ran up tn her mother with some loud exclamations over nothing. He saw Mary and hlms-If "bringing her out," six years heme, expensively and expansively. Alicia fidgeted and blushed, had to he told to thank him. and barked gawkily off. Mrs. Vane turned from her to Kit with a rather lovely smile. "She shan't bother you," she said. Four days after the wedding they sailed for Europe on the Carmanla. II. In a religiously planned Interview about Onautl and Naouea Mary exhib ited herself as quite calm. 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LAjHO j vauseRholTZ' Five . V is HE' NEARS AQD he CAME ' X- HERE WITHOUT A CES51 ' k7\ or Friends = and C""; TODAY HE Ou!E$ S 7 ft 500.000 •A ii > V Ai I mnsonants between them, find on® of these were repeated. But ynu'\“ pot only four ennsn nants In your own two name®." Kit pointed out. Mary replied that her middle name w.i® Jepson. "And, anyway, do you suppose I hadn't taken nil that into arrount, from the very moment you ramr home'’” Really!" said Kit. "What Mint f n tlrely ladylike?" "Kntirely grandmother. There may he men who—dash!” 'Phis wan a wee* before the wed ding; the two were in Mary’s studio md busily engaged in packing music and shops into a box. The exrlama tioned some misfit of brogues and Brahms. What nun may there be?” re slimed Kit, after a composition of the difficulty whs effected. Who wouldn’t, ah — forget them selves on a South Sea island But I'm Just as well pleased that you aren’t one of them " ' Why, you unprincipled female!'* "I'm not. I'm highly principled. 1 was brought up on the good old maxim that f x\as to have no serious love affair prior to marriage, but that on no account must I expect the earn** of my husband. It's h, very good principle, and saves a lot of bother’ "It’s not exactly modern.” “I don't know, I think it K rat'' er. ' Mary paused In the middle • the floor, vaguely rubbing her fop | head. I've heanj it explained, all tout the double atandaid. It* all quite logical, hut 1 \a forgnttar T'n* Famils , line Into |t. I thin' Ho voy , • iipiKMf that huge |iut me of Beat ho ve n would go on top?’ "I think ay. When- II you put him? t tvei 1|y piano" ' THE NEBBS DID I LAUGH? 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