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i The Long Green Gaze A CroM Word Puzzle My»tery /3v Vincent Fuller lonthme-l fmm Yesterday.) "Just notice Chslfonte’e eyebrows will vou?” she whispered es the soup plates were being removed. Chal fonte, In earnest conversation with Emily, was bending toward her his Mg head, and Emlll was looking down at the silverware. His eyebrows, jiaok and shaggy and not over an nch long—aa If they had been burnt off In some one of the adventures which his whole presence connoted— !erked at Intervals as he talked, and Jeep wrinkles flew across his forehead and disappeared again Into the yel lowed skin. Ghopal, Ted decided, was Intently watching each motion of Emily’s hands so that he could dupll • te her manners at the table. As the talk lulled before the dee sort, i halfonte’s voice rose above the -Hence: "Of course, such emeralds are \ery rare. Aunt Emily—practically unprocurable.” "I'd forgotten all about that ring ••f hers,” Janet confided to Ted. ‘Must took at It. will you!” As Ted started to reply, Janet nudged him to he silent, for Chal font* was speaking again. "If the ewel were in mv family still. I shouldn't be in the hole I'm In now. It must he worth—” He spread his hands suggestively and shrugged his shoulders. Emily smiled at him with a trace iif contempt. "My boy, if your father hadn't been such a fool, you might have It still." The whole table was listening now. "When we broke up,” Emily went on, "I offered him the ring, of course. But he refused It and went hack to i he India all you Chalfontes have been so silly about. Said I could fhrow It down the sewer for all lie i ared. Well, I didn’t; and here It Is. right on my hand, where It's been for thirty years. Of course when I mar ried Alan Dunseath, I changed It to another Anger. But—hull!—when I'unseat h died I changed It back 'gain. ... I don't suppose you know, t that, all Its properties, do you?” "Aunt Emily was some gold digger when she was young,” Janet informed fed In a whisper. "Of course,” ChaJfonte replied Emily Interrupted him and whispered something in the butler's ear. Soarnes crossed to the door. "Watch now!" -he commanded the whole table, and held her wrinkled hand In front of her. The huge enjerald, thick as her linger, flashed under the lights. Watch now!” she repeated, but sud denly the room was dark. "How can we?” Janet giggled, and then cried, "Oh!" for through the darkness a green radiance turned and wavered, flashed, went out, and shone again. "Oh, oh!” Janet wag saying. "I'd forgotten all about that,*’ Grant's voice boomed across the table. \unt Emily continued to wave the jewel, and as the moments passed. It seemed to grow In sire, and then to steady Its light and to look at them ns a. green flaming evil eye at the end of a dark cavern. Then her gruff role* commanded. "Lighten, Koaines.'’ The emerald seemed to go out. and the room came back to light and life. As It did so. Emily half rose from her chair and sank again. Ghopal was standing be side her. his eyes lost In the place where the emerald had flashed. ‘My goodness, young man,1' Emily ev, claimed as she sank back, "you scared me—you move around like a cat.” As she spoke, Ghopal started ns If from a trance. With his eves large, he resumed his place at the table and looked In uncanny stillness at his goblet of water, which gleamed palely under the light. Ohalfonte, eyeing him curiously, was the first to speak, and he spoke quietly: “That Is cer talnly miraculous, Aunt Emily. If It were a modern stone. I should say that it had been treated with radium, but radium wasn't known In my fath er's day. Of course, luminous stones are not unknown, but luminous emer alds are only legendary. 1 wonder that you dare wear It. If It were mine I should certainly keep It locked UD." "I guess you don't know me very well. I dale do anything 1 want to. And T might add that you don't need to hint that you wouldn’t mind hav it, for you're not going to get It. I decided last month that I was going to leave It to the Museum, and I called lip the curator—what's his name? Sutherland, yes—and told him what I was doing. He’s a fool, but perhaps by the time T die they'll have somebody who knows his business. He was excited, I can tell you.” "I should think he would be.” Chal fonts returned. "You know, though, you’ve rather taken the edge off a little show I was planning. I've col lected a lot of curious things In the Orient, and 1 was going to show them to you all after dinner, if you don't mind.” He looked about the table, raising his stumpy eyebrows at the gtoup. The women chorused appro val and the men murmured. Restraint silenced them when they moved into the library. All eyes were on Ghopal. Grant had tried to joll> him, but had received no answer ex cept a quiet glance. Chalfonte ig nored him entlrel,'. The women, with the exception of Emily and .Miss Minty, tried to cover, with much fluttering, any memory of the Incident of the dining room, and, there was much "oh-ing” and "ah | Ing” as Chalfonte took Ids curios from the case Ghopal Bose had brought down. "First of sfll, Aunt Emily. I bought this sealed jade Jar for you. But be fore I give it to you I'm going to take It to New York and have it examined and c leaned by an expert. He'll know how to deal with what he may find when he breaks the seal. In the meantime I have brought you something to wear.” Carefully he lifted a necklace from Its leather case. ' The chain itself Is ordinary enough. But the pendant on the end is an amulet—a charm to ward off sick ness—worn by an ancient priest of India." "Thank you, Homer." Aunt Emily "eached for the necklace and slipped it over her head. "An old woman like me needs just such a charm.” There followed a fan of painted silk on carved ivory sticks for Rose; a handwrought bracelet of lieaten sil ver, encrusted with turquoise, for Hel en—"I'll call this a wedding present,” Chalfonte said, and followed kit. with a teakwnod clgnret box, inlaid with pearl, for Grant: a chess hoard with each square Inlaid with different woods, and a set of chessmen of Ivory and ebony for Jarvis; an elaborate opium pipe for Hnames, who was called in from the kitchen. "That's in memory of the many times you were good to us all w hen we were all here as youngsters.” Chalfonte ex plained. A dagger with a blade that glimmered and zigzagged like a flash of lightning delighted Ted, who stopped his theatrical brandishing* of the dagger only when Chalfonte gave Janet a gleaming crystal hall held In the claws of three bronze dragons "Even a modern girl,” Chalfonte told her. “might like to see her future husband In the depth* of that.” Then he turned to Miss Mint? "Here's a god with a pleasant smile," he said, holding out a bronze image with a hideous leer upon Its eounte nance. Miss Minty gave the image only one look, and then turned away, covering her eyes. "No, no, no!" she screamed. "I won't have it. Take It away!” “Of course you’ll take It. Minty," Emily Interposed. "Don't be such a little old fool!” Miss Minty started to reply, flushed, bit her lips, looked toward Emily with the echo of anger in her eyes, and gingerly accepted the Idol. But she held It away so that It loqked New York ••Day by Day t- j By O. O. MTNTYRE. Paris. March 23.—The expatriated ladles who live In luxury In Paris on alimony have their trail of glori fied wastrels—broken down counts, Imprecunious dukes and the like. They are a fine feathered hand klsslng crowd of leeches. They live the same as the Paris gigllo and are of the same stamp save -they have the background of family. They know how to dance, wear well ilttlng clothes and turn pretty phrases but they haven’t one sou to rub against another. These women seem to feed on their flattery. One is notorious for her Sun day night parties. She Is the only woman present and generally there are 12 or 15 profligates who wine, dins and accept the costly gifts she bestows at each plate. Paris laughs up Its sleeve. And no doubt the guests do the same thing. Any number of American women have glgllos to dance attendance upon them. The gigllo le the pommaded fop that has his replica In the New York lounge lizard. He anchors around hotels end In gratiates himself with middle-aged wives who are over here for a fling. They act f^s dance partners and es corts and their fee I* 100 francs a day with the understanding that all Incidental expenses are paid by the w omen. One young man who used to be a professional dancer at Bustanoby'a In New York Is one of the brood. He cam# from a village in the mlddle we»t. His father Is a respectable manufacturer. The son Is now a para sit# equipped with a jaunty monocle. France displays a great loyalty for its popular Idols. Mlsttnguet Is the most popular actress In France and sh# packs her theater. Not for what •die does today but for what she has lone In the past. Phe is far past the ig* of high kicking hut she still does i»r dances. Her voice is cracked and die la shout as agile aa a clam. In America she would long since b# In lie discard. The laundries of France are noted «nd the French dry cleaners ere models for the world. Not so many ears ago Franca set Its laundry weekly scross the channel to l.ondon. Very little laundry work waa done n Parle. The first laundry was built >y Charvet, a fashionable haber dasher. _, Those who cornet to France this 'umnier expecting to find prices very heap are going to lie disappointed. ■ othlng Is cheap here any more. Hotels are more expensive than those •if New York. Women’s gowns cost ns much and with th# duty more. The cc'untry has seen that Americans will pay almost any pric# and they charge it. Paris skle* at night appaar to ha resting on t.he rooftops. Thera la a full amd brilliant moon Just now nil tha puffs of whit* Honda seam tu l>* raring by It. Tn tha oulet Ilf H« streets you aea lovers Hinging to ether ami watching tha panorama I i hours. If. la like a. visible poem. I' -Is l« soon to become n port ■ I i will monn the end of the Hllver h Inn m a bit of beauty. The Heine Is to lie dredged and widened by a <• n.it from Rouen. It means a heavy blow to that contemplative aorlaly of b.usk \\ aliens who paaa their lives i dreamy pursuit of th* polsaon. they rarely make a eatch but day by day they go there to Idle and ir«am ewav the hour*. WBOlIttitUU jU * i at. rjhopal. not at herself Ghopal I smiled AY hen the others had separated. ■ Mi°s Minty -\as >ti 11 fluttering about | with uneaev g1an«*e« at the little god. Helen placed a ••••ns<'IIng > B about j her. “Cotno Into the mnsii- room. Miss j Mint> Rose is going to play Those li ft In the Hbra ' joined the [•-■there in the music '"oni. !: >-■ )va• already at the piano, and Helen and Minty found • hair* by Jarvis. In a Ion voice Helen spoke to Jarvis: • rio«e looks >\\eet. doesn't she" And T'\e ahv'*'« thought she was marvel ously patient with Emily—can sit in the room with her for hours at a time. Site plays wonderfully well too. Just with the same cool pre*d sinn tv it h which you do vour labora THE NEBBS /this LETTER kT\ am - I SEE ITS FROnT^ /addressed TO N ™e ARISTON CLUB VOD PERSONALLY WHAT CAN THEY \ &,o WANT? I THOUGHT V J WE SETTLED NATTERS -p^-—SATISFACTORILY y jaa&st Ax UOOB r 7 0 C 0 0 5j / _7 r, n n AII where HE left home early 1DlHTY ? J* Tn\b NORhtH' - hf I MUbT •; SAID HE VJOZ LOIN LISTEN TO bOML £>RGAO CAE.T ’iNLi AT A ER.IEMD*b MOQbE ~V TILLIE, THE TOILER THIS <S MISS TOMES TALIOlKie - HOW IS MAC rms MOCHIWQ £ you •■,av talks in ms s«»-efe p * vaj^aT DDE'. »»E HF IiOfe5>’ OH. Ot AH, i hope 1 T ,r> AMV fHlMfa j C (423-by .&AI Ef tur— fn< Ctm» Hn»«w» There’s at Least One to Every Radio ^ BRIGGS - , . —■.. i ■ ■■ .—1 JcJHfT \ DftClOC3 I^cCoamack; ) \ jQ |SM't,Th*t 1 \ ^cCOMPAWt* ' WOIMOGRPUL’. y \ MAC.’ '—-—^ \ ' > M c60R.MAlCK / ' fory experiments, t've watched you. you know.'' • yes.'' .lanet observed to Ted 1n a still lower tone, "and with just about as much feeling. She's g«q all the technique In the world, but no pep." "Meow, kitty, meow! . . I.et * get otit of here and take a walk," "Nothink doing, Ted. I want to nht.ii tlie guest« nerform. Some of them give rue the willies though Eepeotally the sheik 1 She ahud dererl. 'Tin with you there, all right. I’d almost be afraid to go out, come to think about It.” Miss Mlntv approariied !!• is she finished I lie Nocturne. "Won’t you play something for me. dear?" she In qulred, "The Mendelssohn Spring Song 1 ran t get that hideoua little idol out of my head Roe* flashed her a smile Slirelx I rather like that ntyeelf, Ml* ttlntx It makes me think of green field* and green leaxes," Helen hem towards dnnel x-> lloae plated, "Aren't R1 **e and Jarxis en traced yet? I thought they were, htit she isn’t wearing a ring.__k She won't wear any leneirj," l» not enl-1 'Nr>t *'en h*r mother • But Itatei B -the «np Into that all tliln* 1 ran the leavee conilmt out. fairly, to. . . Chopal led the applauae at the end Ilf ha I riyeti from hi" ehalr and Mailed toward the piano, but te ■trained hfrnaelf, tie H*s ft.nHmied tnmittroe.l_ HE’S A BIG MAN NOW. Directcd for Th* PT*ha Bee y ‘ /mr Rudolph nebb! 'n\ \ / DEAR SIR : ,--—--” \ f AT A RECENT MEETING OT THE OFFICERST I OF the APISTON CLUB voo WERE ELECT ED AN HONORARY / MEMBER and A TRUST FOND WAS CREATED OF SUFFICIENT « l AMOUN r TO PERMANENTLY MAINTAIN A PACK ON THE > PROPERTY DEEDED TO THE CLUB BY VOO. THIS PROP ERTY TO BE KNOWN AS NE88 BARK I HAVE BEEN INSTRUCTED TO CONVEY THIS INFORMATION TO YOU.j ___r-p-, VERY TRULY YOURS -- V., R A THOMPSON ST ; % 'sFt ■*- IT PAY 5 TO RETURN GOOD TOR*' EVIL- TO BE A BIG MAN — I ADMIT WHEN \ HE OOOGM STARTED ROLLING IN I WAS AFRAID EVERYBODY WOOED NT FIND IT OOT j BUT in USED TO IT NOW. 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