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I, THE KING By WAY LAND WELLS WILLIAMS. (Copyright, 3124.) (Continued From Saturday.) Jen's eyes gave u certain gleam. PAnd suppose I did?" "I mightn't ho polite.—I tell you, it's no use. Just because I've noth ing to do I won't set up to save the world. I've got some honesty left, at least, and self-respect, and 1 don't do a thing that I hate so that the world can sit around and say ‘How noble.' When I do that, my name is mud.”. This was papier-mache, as ho well knew; there was no cause for indig nation and he was refusing to join Jen because he preferred New York to California. And Jen knew it jilso. He got up, and his eyes met Kit's terribly. "Did you ever stop to think," lie naked, "what your name actually is? And w hat it means?" Then he walked out of the room mid the house. HI. One morning early in June the ex pected happened. He chanced to be breakfasting with Mary, and she handed him a missive which she found in her mail. It consisted of a. small white card on which was engraved in script The Viscountess ffieldes and under that, added in pencil, the simple legend “Hotel Plaza.” A council of war ensued. Tt was clear that VI was throwing herself on them in time of need. Mary was a little caustic, falling to see quite why the mercy of casual American acquaintances should be preferred to that of friends nearer home. Hut on second thoughts she decided to bo kind; to call on VI, try to ftnd her a millionaire. Perhaps, she added, ask her to the hjuse. Also she con fessed to a secret affection for two small ffs. and remarked (Kit could not but admire her honesty) that \ is countesses looked pretty well ovet here, however they looked at home. Kit went out for the (fay hoping (li that he would never sro Vi Pieties again as long as he lived; (?) that he would find her installed in the best spare bedroom when he come in. The latter wish was granted. Mary in formed him that VI was in the house yui also using her (Mary's) maid, »ot*having one of her own any more. Probably nothing could have given Kit a more vivid idea of her pov erty. The three spent the evening alone in the house, the gayeties of the sea son having considerably waned. M had left 01T mourning and appeared in an exceedingly smart little frock of robin's-egg and mauve. She was oh! so brave, and laughed with heroic shrillness as she announced that she only had six hundred pounds n year to her name There was a good deal if hilarious but semi-serious discus nion of prospects; names of eligible bachelors and widowers were men _ ' — "S New York • •Day by Day— <.—— ---' By O. O. M’INTYRE jfew York, Dec. 7.—A page from the diary of amodeVn Samuel Pepys: Up early and drove to Great Nerk with “Tad." the cartoonist, the mer riest solemn-faced fellow 1 know’, and "Bugs'' Baer there with Eddie Boy's son, Brian. And we talked of plays, wars and hooks and then fell to eating some hot mush covered with thick cream and ate until we were in misery, so up to “Tad's” sleeping porch to sleep a while, like gluttonish dogs. Back home on the tram and fell in with Hansard Short, the stago director, and we played at match ing pennies until wo thundered into the station. In the evening with A. M. An drew’s and Karl Kitchen and our fair ladies to a review. And I iaug «d so uproarously at Jimmy Salvo that all were embarrassed. So home late and lo bed. A gentleman in evening clothes with an alcholic list attempted to step from a fast moving Broadway surface ear in the middle of the block. He turned a couple of somer saults, skidded on his side and land ed in a ridiculous posture near the gutter. The car stopped and the motorinan rushed back with pad to get his name and call an ambu lance. The gentleman arose with much dignity and, waving him away, said: “S'nll right, I always get off that way.” Last nights of plays are proving as popular as first nights. Broad way calls it "clowning the show." Unbridled license, is given players. They do what they please and de spite the fact that means “At Lib erty” for them they burlesque the whole performance. Broadway is flocking to this sort of thing and seats for last nights sell as high as those for premiertes. At one the other night there was a knock at s. side door, the butler opened it and across the stage an actor slit the canvas wall and stepped through. It was supposed to £e a serious moment of tho play and the audience howled. Later the telephone rang. Tho actor answer ing it inquired: "Where are you?” T*here was a wait and a piping voice in the orchestra pit said: "Here I am?” Ho had taken tho trap drummer’s seat. Down at police headquarters ihere is a room called "tho mumble, room.” It is a part of the third degree. Prisoners who are being pressed to confess serious crimes are placed there. There is an ar rangement W'hereby all during the torturous hours of the night he hears the mumble and wail of voices. A scurrying red cap at. the Grand Central kicked a wnllet that sent a sheaf of gold hnck notes to the ■winds. He stopped, picked them up and found there was more than *700. He turned It over to the sta tion masljr and the loser called snd claimed them. To add to his chagrin It was discovered the same who found his money Is one 'whp toted three heavy suitcases from the train for which he gave a. five cent tip. The porter refused to take a *20 reward. "1 think you need your money more than I,” he said. The Waldorf Is the last of the Mg hotels to sacrifice Its wide open lobby spaces to small shops. The change Is now being rnnde. The Baltimore Is doing tho same thing The hotels now being bulb hnvi postage stamp lobbies no longer than the average writing room of 20 years ago. <Cor>yrlgbt, 1134.) » tinned, discarded, approved. Dinner was rather pleasant. And then presently came the mo ment when Mary went to the piano and the two others sat side by side on a brocade and rosewood sofa. Vi looked like a very young girl as she lay hack and listened, and in point of fact she was only twenty-five. "Oh. this is too angelic of you!” she breathed, her eyebrows flying into their Incredible arch. "Seraphs, both of you. You don't know what I’ve been through. Appalling. “Not the money, you know,” she •said, quickly drawing It away again. "I could stand being poor. ’Twas the people—the way they laughed. Fields! It was funny to them, ’parently. Why? I ask you, why? Is there something so screamingly amusing in poor wretched little Vi Fielcles being ruined? ’S not. mind you, as if I’d ever put on side . . She proceeded on a sweet and stac cato arraignment of the British up per classes, the new rich, the gov ernment, taxes, Germany and the en tire science of economics; then at a bound became personal again. "And so. Kit, angel, 1 thought of you. You see, you have hearts In America. Always felt that with Americans, always. Darlings.” Kit said he was glad she was pleased. Violet hesitated, fingering a chain of pearls and sapphires from whirl) depended her eyeglass. "Kit, seraph This—about Tihby. .Its (rue, is it?" "Quite. They’re to be married next week.” Violet rinsed her eyes and sighed gently. Nothing could express the depth of her resignation or her lack or bitterness. “Kit, I feel—I feel I must tell you. You und'stand But you mustn't blame Tlbby—oh, no! ’Twas fate. Oh, fate's an appalling tiling. Kit! Oh, Kit, you lucky beggar! Never been disappointed, have you.” "Well, perhaps not in that particu lar way.” Violet closed her eyes once more, shivering. "You see, he’d promised to meet me at Sturton—the Lem mings’—and . . . see? And he didn’t come. Simply didn't come. Not a word. Not one. I cried—Heavens! But you won't blame Tlbby, now? Promise” Kit promised, with a fairly easy conscience. "That's right" said VI. apparently immensely relieved, and gave a lit tle flop toward him. Her hand fell lightly on his thigh. "You're rathei a dear, oil," she breathed, just audi bly, "what Heaven this is, Heaven ! Friends. Real friends, at last." She was so absurd an infantile sprawling there with closed eye.s, that she appealed to him. He bent liis head quickly arid kissed her. Then things became different, ns her eyes opened wide in reproach, which was superfluous, and warning which was discordant. "Kit. angel! Mary!" She glanced toward the piano. Mary had not seen them, being turned away, hut If she had it would not have mattered in the least. He had kissed VI as he might have kissed a puppy, or at least in the jocular sort of way that a man can kiss a woman In his wife's presence. VI did not see that, and was merely anxious that Mary should not have seen. That made it bad. He knew it was bad, but as he turned to look at her in regret and surprise he suddenly found that he wanted to kiss her again, and not in any way that one cor Id possibly want to kis= a puppy. And that made it infinitely W'orse. He shuddered, and got up. IV. Later that night he did what he supposed was a most difficult thing, though it did not seem so. He sup posed that was because it was Mary who had first enlightened him on his feeling toward Vi. He came into their bedroom and said; "See hire, Mary, I’m afraid of that woman. It's better to have it out. I’m afraid of her." Mary turned as she sat brushing her long I la k hair. "Who? Vi?” "Yes. She's . . . queer. I can’t have her round here. I can’t be re sponsible if she stays.” Mary paused. "What do you want me to do about it?" “(Jet her out of the house, as quick ly as possible.” “Hut I’ve Just got her Into it, with your consent.” "Yes. T know, It’ll be difficult.” Mary returned to her mirror. "Now let’s see. Tomorrow we go to Tuxedo, the Clarks’, and VI will Just have to stay here alone. I told her that. From Monday till Thursday we’ll lie here again, and then we go to the Waynes' at Olencove—by the way, there's a small house there that might do for us. I thought we could take VI there—In fact I wrote and asked Julia Blayne if we might. There'll be a lot of people round, and Vl’ll have to work for her millionaire, so you'll be pretty safe. T*hat takes us till Monday, the fourteenth, with only next Monday to Thursday to bother about. Can't you go away for those days?” “There’s Cora's wedding, ‘Wednes day.’’ “Yes, but that’ll be easy. Stay on at the Clarks' till Wednesday morn Ing—Hubert Clark loves to have sonic onu to tish with. That'll keep you for ten days, and by that time I'll have some idea of how to get rid of VI. Or she may be married. That was what might lie cnllcd con-1 structlve thinking, and he was grate ful. But he sat down and watched Mary swiftly brushing her long dark strands with a sense of Incomplete ness. of waiting. “The week after that," went on Mary, "the week of the fourteenth, we go to Newport, and undoubtedly I can get Vi asked there, too, and you can stay away on business. Then after that—oh, your Commencement comes along then, doesn't it? "Yes. The yacht will be ready, and 1 thought we might use her.” “Well, then, l don't see but what It'll be pretty easy for as much as three weeks. It really only leaves next Wednesday and the weekend at Glencove . . Amazrtig woman. There was no more hysteria about this than about the planning of a bridge bund. Hr got up. "I'm—I'm glad you see It this way, Mary." “I dofi't see any other way to sec It," Bald Mary. Fifteen minutes later she was asleep in the bed, next his; he could hear her regular breathing. Asleep! He knew little about women. But hp was sure that In Mary's position— really nn appalling position to place a wife in—Onautl would have mails considerably more disturbance, and even Xaouea a little more. Vi eei • talnly would have, also Maud Wof fington. Assuming that they loved I him, of course . . . (T« Be rowWnued Tomorrow.) THE NEBBS A POOR RICH KID. 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