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Experiment.
By CECILY ALLEN.
Copyrighted. 1908. by Associated
Literary Press.
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"The foundations of our social sys
tem are rotten to the core!” announced
Nan, leaning forward in the great
wicker chair to watch the progress of
the little Italian across the velvety
lawn.
Her brother Bob sank even more
deeply in his own cushioned chair and
studied the smoke curling upward from
the tip of his very good cigar.
“I told Uncle Henry this would be
the inevitable result of sending you to
a western co-ed college. The social
system here is quite good enough for
me.”
Nan’s broad forehead was puckered
in a thoughtful frown.
“Now, take that young Italian fore
man of yours, for instance! What
puts him in a different class from you?
The fact that his father had not
enough money to feed his big family
and your father had too much money
for the good of his two children.”
“Really,” remarked Bob, with eyes
dancing, “I never noticed any com
plaints from you about superfluity of
cash.”
“Give that man a Fifth avenue tai
lor, a valet and a motor ear and he
would pass muster in our set shoulder
to shoulder with you.”
“I don’t know about that,” pursued
Bob. "He might eat with his knife”—
“Not after he had been told it was
wrong,” said Nan, with conviction.
“Suppose he were wearing corduroy
for shooting instead of digging exca
vations. ' Suppose he were wearing
shirt sleeves on a tennis court or the
links instead of in your employ. He
would be a gentleman, one of your
. equals. He would look not a whit
different from what he does today, but
we would accept him socially where
today we regard him as our inferior.”
Bob cast amused glances at a cor
ner in the porch roof where two birds
were busily building a nest among the
vines. “And this is the modern wo
man—the effect of the higher educa
tion,” he murmured.
It might have been the birds, cooing
and contended, or it might have just
been the love of mischief which some
men never outgrow even when, like
Robert Darnton, they can count iron
gray hairs by the score above each
temple. At any rate, he sat up very
suddenly and determinedly and regard
ed his sister quite teerlously.
"Have you the courage or your con
victions? Are you willing to put your
theory to the test? Will you let me
Invite my foreman here as an equal,
provided, of course, that I secure the
stipulated Fifth avenue tailoring, the
‘man’ and the motor?”
“Good gracious, Bob, you move so
suddenly!” suggested Nan.
“No time like the present, and I in
sist that any one who attacks our so
cial system should prove its rottenness
when she has the opportunity. I will
Invite my foreman here as a guest. 1
will agree that he is properly coached
for his part (It would not be fair to
turn him loose on our unsuspecting
guests without some training), and then
I will wager you a diamond sunburst
against a crocheted tie that you ask
mo to put him out of the house before
the week is up.”
>; : Vs glance traveled once more
across the expanse of green lawn.
The lithe figure of the Italian was
just disappearing behind a clump of
shrubbery. Well, in nppearanee, at
least, he could do the house of -Darn
ton no discredit. Anyhow, why should
a girl who was planning settlement
work for the fall shrink at the thought
of having one “case” In her home for
a few days? She would have to live
among them—In the fall!
“Well?” Inquired Bob, watching her
lovely, changeable expression with ap
preciative eyes.
“Let him come!” she answered, with
assumed nonchalance and—there wras
no denying it—something of pleasure
that she was to meet again the glance
of the Italian’s wondrous brown eyes.
Standing on the lower step of the
porch, he had looked a veritnble young
god. “Only you are not to tell him
that the Idea, the theory, is mine.”
So did Vincenzo Pantozzi join the in
nermost circle of the social set graced
by the Damtons—came also a rakish
yellow racer of foreign make, a man
versed in all the mysteries of the tai
loring wmrld, and a wardrobe which
was a credit at least to Bob Darnton’s
generosity.
On one point Vincenzo stood firm.
He must be permitted to leave the
house every morning in time to join
his workmen -who were building the
marvelous Italian garden at the lower
end of the estate. If the fair chate
laine often shared his early breakfast,
ker zeal as a sociological student was
to her command.
Barring a few times when Vincenzo
gripped the wrong table utensil in his
nervousness or dropped his spoon or
fork, he did very well at table, and
there was no need of dread on the part
of his hostess when the elaborate week
end dinner was scheduled.
“It is marvelous what imitative crea
tures we all are,” she observed men
tally one morning. She had ordered
the early breakfast served on the side
porch, and the scent of honeysuckle
was all over.
And then Vincenzo, looking up.
caught something—he did not know
Just what—in her calm gray eyes and
Just received--a Carload each of
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promptly proceeded to upset a squat
pitcher of cream.
Every night Vincenzo came In from
the embryonic Italian gardens to be
shaved and dressed by the stolid Eng
lishman provided by his host.
If there were no guests for the even
ing Bob went a-calling on his neigh
bors and the fair chatelaine found
herself spinning in the moonlight be
side the pseudo owner of the rakish
yellow car, who was taking to luxury
and the social career as a duck takes
to water.
To be sure. Bob suggested rather
heartlessly that the 'week end party
had best be postponed. It is one thing
to conduct a social experiment, he re
marked, and another to explain it
when the experimenter was a charm
ing young woman. And the experi
mented one—well, there was no use
talking! Vincenzo had proved no
slouch!
And on the evening of the sixth day
Bob came home from the city late.
Dinner had been served. The porch
was deserted.
No, Miss Damton and Mr. Pantozzi
were not out motoring. The gentle
man (what nice shades of meaning a
stolid faced servant can put into a sim
ple phrase) had gone away in his car
alone and Miss Damton was in her
room, quite ill with a headache.
Headache notwithstanding, she burst
Into her brother’s study directly the
servant had gone back to the rear of
the house. Her face wras quite pale.
Her eyes shone with unnatural bril
liancy from the center of dark circles.
“I’ve come to acknowledge my de
feat, Bob,” she said bitterly. “I’ll
start your tie in the morning, and I
wish you would see that Vin—Mr.
Pantozzi leaves the house before I
start the tie.”
“Whew!” gasped Bob. “What has
he done? Eaten peas with a spoon
or demanded macaroni uncut?”
Nan leaned wearily against a chair
and her mouth drooped.
“It has been a dreadful mistake,
Bob. Don’t Joke about it, dear. Vin
cenzo—tonight—he has fallen in love
with me!”
Bob leaned back in his chair and
laughed heartlessly.
“Which goes to show,” he gasped be
tween paroxysms, “that your theory is
entirely correct. He fell right into our
life, our ways. He Is one of us. I
don’t know a heart free man in our
crowd who would not fall in love with
you—if he had the opportunities of
seeing you in your most charming,
womanly moods, as poor Pantozzi has.
Don’t blame him for that! It’s a bad
theorist who won’t accept the results
of her own experiments.”
“I didn’t think you would take it like
this. Bob. I thought the honor of the
family”—
Bob bit his lip.
“Did he say anything that reflected
on tne Darn ton honor?”
“No-o. He was lovely, but a bit hys
terical. He said—well, you know what
they all say—that 1 was the one wo
man—that he was unworthy of me—
that he would not have placed me In
such a false position—hut he should
love me always—and then he jumped
into his car—your car, I mean—and
went down the drive like mad.”
“He didn’t happen to say that ha
thought it a shame for a pretty girl to
lose by trickery the best sunburst Tif
fany could put up, did he?”
“Bob,” gasped his sister, leaning
heavily against the table, “did he
know?”
“Everything, my dear! Vincenzo is
a chap I met in Paris, the younger son
of an old Roman family who have
nothing but chapels and marbles and
paintings which the state will not per
mit them to sell, and Vincenzo was
studying architecture with the lauda
ble Intention of earning a fortune to
keep the confounded chapels and rel
ics in the family. I gave him his first
commission, and he has retaliated by
demanding the hand of my only sister.
That's gratitude for you! I’ll send
jiim packing in the morning,” said
Bob, with assumed fierceness. Then
suddenly a figure all in white nestled
against his broad shoulder; a slim arm
crept around his neck.
“I’d—I’d rather you wouldn’t, Bob.
I need a new sunburst worse than any
thing else in the world, except”—
"A glimpse of Fantozzi’s face at this
minute—and there’s his car!”
Artemus Ward’s Accomplishment.
On the occasion of Artemus Ward’s
professional visit to London, which oc
curred not long before his death, J. E.
Preston Muddock says iu his book,
“Pages From an Adventurous Life,”
that the American humorist’s advertise
ments of his “show” were as full of
funny surprises as the lectures them
selves. One that tickled the general
public wns this:
Artemus Ward delivered Lectures
Before All tlie Crowned Heads of Europe
ever thought of delivering lectures.
And an excerpt from his lecture on
“Drawing” is quoted by Mr. Muddock
as a particularly delightful bit.
"I haven’t distinguished myself as an
artist,” Ward said in his inimitable
way, “but have always been mixed up
In art. I have an uncle who takes
photographs in his sane moments, and
I have a servant who takes everything
he can lay his hands on at any mo
ment
“At a very tender age I could draw
on wood. When a mere child I once
drew a smn’l cart load of raw turnips
over a wooden bridge. It was a raw
morning. The people of the village
recognized me. They said it was a
raw turnip drawing. That shows how
faithfully I had copied nature. I drew
their attention to it, so you see there
wns a lot of drawing in it.
“The villagers, with the wonderful
discernment peculiar to villagers, said
I had a future before me. As I was
walking backward when I made my
drawing, I replied that I thought my
future must be behind me ”
The noisiest, the jolliest, the most ex
citing and perhaps least logical cam
paign was that of 1840. William Hen
ry Harrison, hero of an Indian victory
at Tippecanoe, a plain old man who
had lived, his opponents sneeringly
said, in a log cabin decorated with
coonsklns and had drunk hard cider,
was selected by Thurlow Weed as a
better candidate than Henry Clay.
The Issues between Van Buren, the
Democratic candidate, and Harrison
were not clearly drawn, but the ad
ventitious circumstances of Harrison’a
early life were skillfully utilized for
theatrical effects. Processions miles
long with log cabins, cider barrels and
coonskln caps on poles stretched from
state to state. Glee clubs were a fea
ture of the campaign, and the Indian
fighter was fairly sung into office.
In the convention of I860 began the
modern custom of cheering and coun
ter cheering. The Seward contingent
gave a parade the day of the conven
tion. While they were marching Lin
coln supporters filled the Wigwam.
With the naming of the candidates
began the cheering. Murat Halstead
said that when Seward was nominated
and seconded “the shouting was ab
solutely frantic, shrill and wild. Co
manches or panthers never Btruck a
higher note or gave screams with more
infernal intensity. Looking from the
stage over the vast amphitheater, noth
ing was to be seen below but thou
sands of hats—a black, mighty swarm
of hats flying with the velocity of hor
nets over a mass of human heads,
most of the mouths of which were
open.”
But when Lincoln’s nomination was
seconded the west was heard from.
“I thought the Seward yell could not
be surpassed,” said Halstead, “but the
Lincoln boys were clearly ahead and,
feeling their victory as there wsb a
lull in the storm, took deep breaths all
around and gave a scream that was
positively awful and accompanied it
with stamping that made every plank
and pillar in the building quiver.”
On the third ballot Lincoln was nom
inated. The shouting was so deafen
ing that the cannon which was dis
charged on the roof of the building
could not be heard inside. — Chicago
Record-Herald.
Simple When You Know How.
An innocent cockney while in the
country asked a farmer how they man
aged to grow streaky bacon.
“Oh, it is simple enough,” said the
honest agriculturist. “One week we
starve the pig or feed him very little.
That makes a layer of lean meat. Next
week we give him all he can possibly
eat, even working overtime, and that
makes a row of fat. So by alternate
starving and feeding we get the beau
tiful streaky bacon.”
“Dear me,” said the cockney, "and
how do you make the ham?”
“Oh, we manage that by putting a
ring in the pig's nose,” was the reply,
—London M. A. P.