CUPID S REVENGE.
LILLIAN RUSSELL ON DIVORCE.
Operatic Star Accounts for Her loath
ful Appearance.
Lillian Russell has been an operatic
favorite before the American publlo
since the day when, at 16, she grad
uated from a music hall to the comic
opera stage, and began creatlr.g lead
ing roles in Audran and OfTenbach.
Miss Russell has been married to Har
ry Braham, to Toddy Solomon and to
Sig. Perugini. The following article
on divorce was written by Miss Rus
sell for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch:
"Divorce ends more useless suffer
ing, breaks more irksome bondage
than any other Institution in exist
ence. Take away divorce, and there
will be more unholy alliances lived
out by weary, heartsick men and
women than can be chronicled. I am
not putting myself up as an authority,
for I know that anything I may say
will possibly bring forth gibes and
sneers from many who frown upon di
vorce. 1 am not making this a per
the only sufferer. Good-by, Mr. May,
and godspeed!”
She the only sufferer? What could
she mean?
For a moment a wild hope crossed
his mind, to bo extinguished the next
as ho glanced into the calm face nnd
the eyes whence all trace of tears had
fled, but at the hall door a moment
later he paused.
Ho would return to disabuse her
mind of this idle foil/ as to his en
gagement. So, again crossing the hall
nnd mounting the stairs, he stood upon
the threshold of the room he had left
so short a time before. But, O, how
changed!
Down upon her face lay the figure of
the girl who had haunted him all these
years, whi’.o sob after sob racked her
frame.
His revenge was In Ills hand at last.
The moment had come to mock her as
she had mocked him; but surely the
light growing in his eyes hud no mock
ing ray, ns he clasped the sobbing girl
close to his heart.
“Is this true, my darling?” ho said.
"And has our game been cross-pur
poses all this weary time? O, Nellie,
my pride would have kept me silent
had you not shown me your secret. I
had meant, darling, to teach you, If I
could, to love me, hut I forgot I had
learned the lesson long ago—a lesson
whose sweet teachings will guard all
my future life."
Thus, with lip pressed to lip, ami
heart to heart, her sobs now sobs of
happiness, Thornton May wreaked his
revenge.—Spare Moments.
That
as these? No"—decidedly—"I shall
carry out my premise to the letter:
and, sooner than any blame should fall
upon me, I shall certainly escort you
all the way to Royston. I„et me see,
though. I suppose It Is Parker who
has made the mistake. What did Lady
Howard say In her letter? Are you
sure the train she told you to come by
was the ten minutes past nine one,
and not the nine train?"
"Oh, yes, I am quite sure! Rut here
jt she broke off somewhat ab
ruptly, however, as she glanced down
at the paper in her hand, and found
that it was only the program of the
theater which she had b^on keeping
so securely. "How tiresome! I must
have dropped Aunt Lydia’s note!"
(To be continued.)
1 " 1 1 '■
"Tour wife, Thornton? Why, It
eeems only yesterday you were carry
ing my books to school. What do boys
know' 6f love?”
And Nellie Rivera glanced innocently
up Into the face of him she addressed
—as Innocently as though she had not
known for many a month the question
Just put to her had been trembling on
Ills eager lips.
A hot flush dyed Thornton May's
cheeks at her words. A flash of anger
leaped Into the dark eyes, a moment
before so tenderly passionate.
“Flirt! Heartless!" burst In a mut
tered whisper from the young man's
white lips. Then he -ose with a dig
nity which seemed suddenly to have
sprung Into life. Without even ex
tending his hand, with simply a low
bow of courtesy, lie left her, she sitting
motionless, the echo of the dosing of
the outside door ringing In her cars
strangely like a knell.
*••••••
"They say Thornton May Is engaged.
What wonderful strides ho has mado
In hls art!"
"Wonderful, Indeed. But who Is the
fortunate winner of such a prize?”
"A Spanish girl whom he met abroad.
Hls last picture, about which every one
Is raving, Is said to be her counter
part.”
Such was the Idle conversation at an
evening party which fell upon Nellie
Rivers' listening ear.
And this was the meaning of his In
Mysterious
—BY...
ETHEL A. SOUTHAM
Major...
CHAPTER XD.—(Continued.)
But Evelyn did not utter a syllable
as she tore open the envelope and read
the following hurrledly-pennod words,
wrhich she Instantly passed to her com
panion—
Dear Evelyn—I have scarcely a
moment to write to you, having only
Just received a telegram from Royston
School asking mo to go Immediately,
-as Wilfred, poor lad, had a serious fall
this afternoon, and is lying in a most
critical condition. I am therefore
starting off to him at once, and am
hoping to catch the 8;30 express, if
not, there Is a fairly train at 9:10.
Anyhow, you will receive this <n time
for you to catch the latter, as, of
course, It Is Impossible for you to re
turn to >he hotel alone; so there Is
nothing for you to do but follow Im
mediately. If I am in time for the ex
press, I shall leave Parker at the sta
tion to wait for you. Your affection
ate aunt, LYDIA HOWARD.
CHAPTER XIII.
After all, It seemed that her aunt
was right when she so emphatically
declared that they would have been
utterly at sea without the kindly help
of Mr. Falkland; and she began to
think that for the future she would
not be go ready to venture her opinion
when two such unreadable characters
as Major Brown and Gilbert Falkland
were on tapis. Alas, could It be possi
ble that she had been bo hopelessly
mistaken In the former? To her It was
Incredible.
There was the usual bustle and ex
i cltement consequent upon the depart
ure of a train reigning at the small
terminus of Saltcllffe as Evelyn and
Falklund stepped out of the cab and
made their way quickly through the
throng of hurrying porters and trucks
of baggage. Falklund made a rush for
the ticket office, and then hastened for
ward to find Evelyn, who had gone on
to the platform, looking anxiously
around for signs of her aunt and maid.
"Dear me, child"—It was Mrs.
Courtenay who wan the first «o speak—
‘how very dreadful! Poor Lady How
ard—what a state she must be in!"
"Vea, indeed; but whnt am I to do?"
oslicd Evelyn, who was only just be
ginning to grasp the situation and to
realize that there was not a moment
to lose. If i am to leave on the 9:10
train, I ought to start at once—it must
be almost that time now"—with a
despairing glance round.
"Nearly 9:1 u? Oh, it cannot be so
late already! But surely, somebody
can tell us! Ah, yes! Is that you,
Mr, Falkland? How fortunate!" broke
off Mrs, Courtenay, with a sigh of re
lief, for Falkland was passing back to
his seat after tho interval. "You will
be able to give ua the right time.”
"Tho right time? Certainly!" Falk
lan<T paused and pulled out nia watcn.
‘•It Is exactly four minutes to nine.
But something has happened. I am
afraid. Can 1 bo of any assistance to
you?"
Mrs Courtenay rose quickly from
her chair.
"Oh, Mr. Falkland, of the very great
est in the world! The fact is. Miss
Luttrell has Just received a note from
her aunt telling her of an accident
which has happened to her son; and.
as Ia»dy Howard Is going straight off
to the school, Miss Luttrell has to
leave also, and is to catch the 9; 10
train."
“Then in that case, Miss Luttrell,
you have not a second to lose,” re
turned Falkland, taking a rapid sur
vey of the troubled-looking pretty
face, which at the Bound of his voice
had grown. If possible, a shade paler.
"You may Just catch the train, hut
only Just; and you will have to drive
with the greatest speed imaginable
However, come at once, and I will
promise It for you; only-Ml you
trouble, pray. Mrs Courtenay- there
Is not th« ellghteet occasion: you can
trust your charge with perfect con
fidence to me. and I will give you my
word not to leave her until I have
delivered her safely Into the hands of
either l-ady Howard or the redoubt
able Parker"
And no two mtnntva latar It hap*
patted that *.««iyn found h*raeif dash
ing along at braahn*** k «pn*4 through
tha «U*di uf galtrligi- sealed aid# by
aid* with h«r r■>*««.t »uit«<r, lilthart
Falkland
“It la vary bind of you m iroubla
ao.“ aha had triad to tall hint abova
tha rttttta of tha wbaala tha taatanl ha
had giratt dl.v*Uon» to tha drlvar and
lhajr had al*rt«d <*g at a yo« laora
luipMlIrt of a ire •ngiua than a
crawling Kngllah growlnf;** and p*r
hafw bar aona>ton<• -Hods har a IttUa
ga aha ram# n* bared wtih what diadatn
aha had traatad him daring tha paat
faw fait,
BEHELD FALKLAND3 GAUNT FORM COMING TOWARD HER.
"Aunt hydla must nave left by tne
express—she is not to be seen any
where," she said in some agitation;
' out Farher- both Father ami Bumbo
—they must be here.”
"Yes—of course they must; have
you not seen them yet? But you get In
here, Miss Evelyn, and make sure of
a carriage to yourself, and I will go
and find Parker at once and bring her
to you."
"But If she Is not here—If she has
mistaken the train?” The girl's tone
was thoroughly hopeless.
"Take your seats! Take your seats!”
came the voice of the guard. "Are you
going, miss? Then take your seat,"
he said to Evelyn.
What was she to do? Bhe was in
despair as she mounted up quickly to
the first-class compartment, and then
paused with her hand upon the open
door, gazing anxiously down the plat
form. The next instant, however, she
beheld Falkland's gaunt form coming
rapidly toward her.
"Where Is Parker? Have you found
her?” gasped Evelyn, as, to her hor
ror, she perceived that he was quite
alone.
"It is all right, Miss I,uttrell—there
Is no need for alarm;" and to Evelyn's
astonishment. Falkland himself jumped
Into the carriage, pulling the door to
with a vigorous slant, as the train Im
mediately steamed out of the station.
"There—we are off at last'" He
sank back Into the seat opposite her
with a sigh of relief.
"Yrs but I do not understand
Where Is Parker? What is she do
ing?”
* What Is ahe doing* You may well
ash that!" laughed Falkland. "Old
you aver know a maid yat who man
aged to catch the train ahe waa ei
l*e« ted to? The fact le. ahe made noma
mistake about the luggage; It waa |>ul
into a wrong train -one which left ten
minutes earlier At any rate, there
waa no time to get It out again when
the mistake waa discovered, so that
Parker has gone on with tt to the
nest station, whets ahe waa to see it
taken out. and then w ill for you."
‘ Mow vary Ursauns! I nsvar heard
of such n thing ta my Ilia!" aadwlmed
Rvtlya. with a»m« annoyware • Fancy
If notsxlji had told you, I might have
ba*n waiting at Haitrllffe atilt! t
should mat have known what to do,
and. aa It la ' again h»r foaactene*
gave her one of two undoubted yrUkt
what a fearful trouble I am Hut
really there was no a«d b*t you to
have rorae I Would have manage I by
myself “
Nonsense Miss l.oitrell' 1*14 you
not hear me yr>>miae to delis*' you
anfwly Into Parker s hands? And sure
If foe do n*M wyyiM t should he a
remiss aa to tanas you in amb (trails
CYANIDE’S ATTRACTION.
Those Who lliiinlle the Drug Drawn Al
most Irresistibly to Nwnllow It.
“Just now we are engaged In the
making of tons of cyanide of potas
sium,’’ suld a member of a firm of man
ufacturing chemists, "and of all pois
ons, this, to my mind, is the most dan
gerous, because of a singular quality It
possesses. It Is In appeuranco so very
attractive to those who handle It that
they are often seized with an almost
overwhelming desire to eat It. To one
man it probably suggests sugar, if ho
linve a fondness for gaccharlnc sub
stances, and to another snow newly
fallen; but to both It is so alluring that
they may only overcome the tempta
tion to put It in their mouths by great
force of will power. The very men who
make It and who are most familiar
with its deadly properties are pursued
by an unreasonable desire to eat t!^
poison, and ns long as they remain i4
Its vicinity this extraordinary craving
endures. They know that to give way
to the craving means death almost In
stant and horrible, and as a conse
quence are usually able to re.slst the
strange temptation, but during the last
ten years we have been engaged in the
manufacture of the drug four of our
most intelligent and steady workmen
have committed suicide in this way.”
"Ever feel like eating It yourself?”
asked the reporter. ‘Yes,” the manu
facturer replied. “Many times when
In contact with the cyanide fumes,and
have had to leave work precipitately In
consequence. So well is this curious
fact known In all works where cyanide
of potassium Is made that there are
always two men at work together, and
a Jar of ammonia, which Is the anti
dote to the poison, Is kept at hand. Po
tassium Is one of the most interesting
substances known to chemical work
ers. The metal Itself is scarcely used
at all in the arts, but its many salts
are of immense practical value, being
used largely in the production of gun
powder, fertilizers, medicines and dye
ing compounds. Cyanide is a com
pound of cyanogen with a metallic
agent. Cyanogen is a colorless, pois
onous liquefiable gas which has the
odor of almonds and burns with a pur
ple flame. Cyanide of potassium is
made by burning potassium, an alkali
metal, in cyanogen gas, and is really a
prussiate of potash. It is produced also
in blast furnaces in which ore is smelt
ed, with coke or coal, and is perma
nent when kept dry, but decomposes
readily in moist air. It crystallizes In
dry, octagonal blocks, and Is extremely
soluable In water. It has the odor of
prussic acid and kindred bitterness of
taste. Cyanide of potassium is also
used in electro-metallurgy and photog
raphy to a considerable extent. It will
remove metallic oxides, the Juices of
fruits and indelible ink.”
How It Worked.
Mrs. Newlywed (reading)—Love Is
a balloon that lifts us up to heaven;
marriage is the parachute that brlirgs
us slowly back to earth again. Mr.
Newlywed (also reading) — Another
parachute horror! Man falls 3,000 feet
and is dashed to pieces! Same old
story! Parachute falls to work.
HOME-MADE PHILOSOPHY.
The man hoo soze tyranny must reap
regret.
The surksessful author Iz a person
hoo kin crystallze his dreeinze In pay-.
Ing kwantlteeze.
Preparin this world for ojr brothers
I to live tn eomfortabully is the best
preparashun we kin make for heavin.
“To the victor »*longs the •polite."
; Even the burglar kin see no rung In
sich docktrin, au<l the cat lives on slch
' faith
The man hoo g< • away from home
to hunt happiness, U like the man hoo
never looks on hi* cwn dog's back for
fleese.
A polt hoo never felt pain nor eg*
perteneed love and hae and rang, has
Ho other feel In too put In bit rimse
but vanity.
Man must pay Internal revenue to
live, and pay bis last del too nateyoor
too die TtK rode too the graveyard U
a hard wun.
A man la never any better than hla
rellgyun. The tannlball la as strictly
rellgyus as the pope ov Home, but hla
rcltgvun h pscra dyar
In n land wnre free speech la not
alloud, Yreedum Is ded. and the giant
ov tyranny airu'a about prvtendln to
be the anointed ov Uod.
Oppreahun kin take away from i
man everything but hie appetite, It
take# dt.ceew to ttni«h up a teller after
t ppreeaun gtta Its wurh in
UN la lihe tub-led gla*a we look
In up< n our naU>r and a (. only the
hrtllyenl tint. lie look, out and
s.eae only the many Util, dawn
A cunning ateteeman haa no other
vlrtyuw hut tiUkary no other genet but
d.eegehnn, no other motive but gain,
nmt no other hope but polhlkal inl>
MO
Tee re never yet nooml up a ital
or worked n tienm engine
MAY I NOT HAVE THIS WALTZ.
difference, when she would have made
atonement for the past—for the folly
of a girl, who did not know herself,
and who had learned the lesson only
through four years of bitter suffering,
of which this was the end.
"Dreaming, Miss Nellie, and alone?
What does this mean?"
It was his voice which broke upon
her reverie, his eyes resting on her.
from whom, at any cost, she must hide
the truth.
“I am growing old," she answered,
lightly. “Like yourself I have put
away childish thing, though, unlike
you, I have not assumed fresh re
sponslblltles, upon which, by the way.
I believe you are to be congratulated,
although you hardly deserve It for
keeping such a secret from your
friends.”
"You speak In enigmas. Of what do
you speak?”
“If so, it is a Spanish enigma, and
painted In lovely characters, however
cabalistic they may be.”
"O," a sudden light breaking In upon
him, "you speak of my picture. And
does rumor give her to me as my
bride? I am indeed, then, open ;o your
cougratulatlous. ltut come, as 1 am
not yet a Benedict, may I nat have this
waltz?"
EARNINGS OF PLAYWRIGHTS.
More Than One Ilrama Has Coined Its
Author Over til00.000.
Dramatists of established reputation
write plays only upon order. Their
ordinary pre-payments are five hun
dred dollars upon the delivery of a
scenario, and five hundred dollars more
upon the completion of a play. "If the
finished work does not realize expec
tations,” writes Franklin Fyles, 0f
"The Theater and Its People,” in the
November Ladies' Home Journal, "or
If the manager for any other reason
does not desire to put It on the stage,
the money paid is forfeited after a cer
tain lapse of time, and the ownership
reverts to the author. But if the man
ager decides to produce the piece the
author receives a percentage of the
gross receipts, usually five per cent,
payable weekly, after the amount pre
viously advanced has been deducted.
Ordinarily it increases with the
amount of money taken in. More than
one native drama has earned one hun
dred thousand dollars for Its author.
A dozen have yielded fifty thousand
dollars each; three times as many,
twenty-five thousand dollars, and a
goodly number, ten thousand dollars.”
"Anil this Is my revenge?” thought
Thornton May, ns a few hours later
he sat alone In his bachelor apart*
clients moodily surveying the dying
•tubers In th« grate. *T. who fancied
her voice could no longer thrill or her
beauty move me. have but riveted the
halna I thought stru k off from me
*orever. Tonight how Indifferently
«he congratulated me upon my sup
posed engagement! Had things been
afferent how charmingly my pretty
model might have helped out my plan!
I will put the ocean between us ere. In
ny weakness. I ones more give her the
•Ight to mock me.”
• • till
•tii.lng away, Mr May* llavs you
Ired so suon of your old friends that
rou must desort them? Hut I forget - |
tome uge Is waiting fur you.”
•‘Yea," he answered, ”1 must once
wore say good-by, but this time, Mias
Nettle, I hope you will ad I gudspesd |
1 have mu fiHgottvn our cast parting,
hough I hope my I dly he* long
•need to he f * in.’nt bored Y«u were
Uhl It so i t > s pe- sumption and
t must thank you fur nr lessors”
This was almost mors than ska
on 4 bear for th« moment tears
thlitmsrsd tn lbs dark eyes, a sib ruse
n her throat, but eho answered btavs
y
“It was i who should rather ash your
'**'••* for the Ml* vsatty »f a girl
«b*> knew not the meaning of her own
1 eurhe, hut who throuah them has bostt
Illnls for W■■ invn Itwlon.
A well-known physician In New
York city, who during a small lifetime
of work ha* accumulated a fortune,
attributes her success to • sick-room
manners." Her advice to young doc
tors Is to malutaln a cheerful and
sunny disposition, a hearty manner,
and bright. Interesting conversation
when In the sick room. Also, that be
fore she leaves she must not fall to
return lo the subject of the patient's
Illness. People who are half aick—
and there are more of them than of
any other hind are morbidly aenslllve
about the condition of ihelr ailment,
and the popularity of the physician de
pends areally on her manner. Another
successful physician claims that an
important phase of the dorior's slch
Motn conduct Is never la b» In a hur
ry No ma'ler how great the provo
cation might ha In hurry, ahe must
tie ter appear lo do so. The ttaleal
appearance of aegis. t or I* inference
will rsfb the patteni'a temper, and
the physician la likely to lone,
IsMH* Is I ••»«#« Hm*.
New York World Trinp-tady
In hungry, an' 1st look in Nr n
rhame lo suit -— Ul) Very well,
there s the woodpile Trump l.ady,
ll ain't perlite to interrupt I was
Nat any In I'm luukln Nr a shanee to
•<>ik somebody Nr me brenhfnst
sonul question. I am speaking in the
abstract. If women find that their hus
bands have vices which they cannot
tolerate, or brutish tendencies that aro
obnoxious to refined womanhood, do
you think they ought to be forced to
drag out a loveless existence by the
side of these men? Where two peo
ple have not one thought In common,
do you .think that life together holds
for them any happiness? I tell you
no. and that marriage of that kind is
unholy and should be dissolved. But,
you ask, do I not think these things
ought to be considered before the leap
is made into matrimony? Most cer
tainly I do, as far as possible. But
there Is no judging a man or woman
before your marriage. It takes the
little frets and jars of dally life to
bring out different phases of charac
ter. Before marriage the curl papers
are taken down carefully and the hair
arranged in a soft, crinkly coiffure.
After marriage the curl papers are as
often as not left up, and the greater
details of life are neglected in the
same ratio. It take* some people
longer than others to find out whether
or not they have made a mistake, but
when they do make the discovery I
think they ought to rectify It at once.
I do not mean that they should cry
quits at the first quarrel, but after time
to gather a full realization of the
hopelessness of trying to get along
together. People come to me and ask
me how I have preserved my good
looks. (One would think me as old
as Methuselah to hear some of them.)
I will tell you the secret; It was no
hygienic feat performed by beauty ex
perts. I got a divorce; that’s what
kept me free from worry, wrinkles
and—look, you don’t see a single
crow’s foot! Well, just think of those
I would have had If I had not been
divorced. The woman who continues
to live with a man simply for the
looks of the thing, and to be support
ed by him, Is a coward. If she allows
herself to be subjected to ill treatment
or humiliation or hardships through
the fault of a man, she is not deserv
ing of sympathy, and lowers the
standard of womanhood. It is no easy
matter to brave public opinion, but
life is a fight of one kind or another.
And divorce is far better than wrin
kles and crow’s feet."
SEA AND MOUNTAINS.
A woman who had lived some few
years In a mountainous district of
France recently was heard to say that
she had fallen under the Influence of
the mountains, and could not be long
absent without feeling that curious
yearning for them which is commonly
attributed to natives of Switzerland
and the Tyrol, and that no one could
understand this who had not experi
enced It. The friend whom she ad
dressed replied that she could perfect
ly understand, having herself a sim
ilar feeling for the sea.
"Oh, but that Is not the same thing,"
said the mountaineer decisively. "In
deed, I think It is very much the
same,” said the sea-lover, "and is it
not very natural that we islanders
should have it?” "Not at all: there Is
nothing In the sea to inspire it.” was
the uncompromising answer. It is very
extraordinary that persous who are
sufficiently imaginative to feel influ
ences of this description can yet he so
narrow-minded concerning the varying
impressions of others.
In point of fiirt, urn and mountain*
are about equal In the grandeur and
suggestlveness which constitute their
fascination. The lofty peaks anil
eternal snows lift our thoughts Into
regions of high endeavor, hut the mm
sways us equally by the sense of in
finite spare and continual variety.
Moreover, these are not the only thlugs
In nature capable of producing that
ruriuua homesick longing
Kngllah people sailed In dusty and
arid places say that It Is to the green
fields that their hearts constantly turn.
Wil to the deep shady lane* with wild
rose* clustering In the hedges and the
sound of running streams in the sum
mer Woods; the thought of these
things is n refreshment In the desert,
but It comes with a longing which ta
pain Idtterent mind* are subject to
these different Influences *ow« more
or less to them all and It la Idle to
deny any ut the links which hind hu
manity hr nature
HkSI Me WeuM won m> ItHw
tleorge What will your father set
He on the man who mart tea you*" di
ll Alt the real of the family, yivb
nhly,"'- Harlem UN.
Conduct ta one fourth of UN. mla
conduct I* Urn other three fourth#
