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A New Magazine for You
I am bringing: out another new magazine that you will come pretty close to
liking. I wouldn't be surprised if it hit you harder than anything in the
shape of a magazine you have ever seen. There isn't much style to it, but it
has the stuff in it that you and everybody else will want to read. It is called
The Two Vanrevels
By BOOTH TARKINGTON,
Author of "The Gentleman from Indiana" nnd "Monsieur Deiucalre
Copyright, 1002, hy S. S. McClure Co.
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Miss Hotly liiitl mi impression that
her grandmother' art of portraiture
would have been more sucessful with
tho proille than the "full face." Never
theless, nothing eoiihl he more (''early
indicated than that the hair of M. i
Meilhac wan very yellow ami his short, ;
huge hipoled waistcoat white, striped
with scarlet. An enormous cravat
covered his chin; the heavy collar of
Ills yellow coat rose hehlml his ears,
'while Its tails fell to his ankles, and
the tight trousers of whlto and yellow
stripes were tied with white ribbons
nhout the middle of the calf. lie wore'
white stockings and gold buckled yel
low shoes nnd on the back of his head
a Jauntily cocked blnck hat. Miss
Hotly Innocently wondered why his
letters did not speak of Petlon, of
Vergnlaud or of Dumorlez, since In
the historical novels which she read
the hero's lot was Inevitably linked
with that of every one of importance
in Ills generation. Yet Georges ap
peared to have been unacquainted
with these personages. Robespierre
being the only name of consequence
mentioned in his letters, and then it
appeared in much the same fashion
practiced by her father In alluding to
the governor of the state, who had tho
misfortune to be uupopular with Mr.
Carewe. Hut this did not dim her
great-uncle's luster in Miss Hetty's
eyes or lessen for her the pathetic
romance of tho smile he wore.
Heholdlng tills smile, one remember
ed the end to which his light footsteps
had led 1dm, nnd it was unavoidable to
picture 1dm left lying In the empty
street behind tho heels of tho dying
crowd, carefully forming that same
smile on his lips and taking much
pride In passing with some small, cyn
ical speech, murmured to himself, con
cerning the inutility of a gentleman's
getting shot by his friends for merely j
being present to applaud them. So,
fancying him thus with his yellow hair, )
his scarlet striped waistcoat and his j
tragedy, tho young girl felt a share of '
family greatness or at least of plctur
esqueness descend to her, and sho
smiled sadly back upon the smile in
the picture and dreamed about its orig
inal night after night.
Whether or no (mother figure, that of
a dark young man In a white hat, with
n whlto kitten etching Ills wrist In red,
found place in her dreams at tills period
it Is impossible to determine. She did
not sec him again. It Is quite another
thing, hazardous to venture, to state
that he did not sec her. At all events,
It is certain that many people who had
never beheld her were talking of bar;
that Uoueu was full of contention con
cerning her beauty and her gift of mu-
the pale face lurked something reck
less, something of tho actor, too; and,
though his smile was gentle aud wist
ful, there was a twinkle behind It not
seen at llrst, something amused and
Impish; a small surprise underneath,
like a Ilea In a rose Jar. (
Fixed to the spot by this apparition, i
Miss Hetty stood wildly staring, her I
straining eyelids showing the white
above and below the lar,' e brown Iris.
Her breath came faster and deeper
until between her parted lips It be-
came vocal in a quick sound like a sob. '
At that he spoke.
"Forgive me!" The voice was low.
vibrant and so exceedingly musical
that he might linvc been accused of
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"Don't come near" uhc gasped.
coolly selecting his best tone; and It be
came only sweeter when, even more
softly, in u semiwhlsper of almost cru
cial pleading, ho said, "Ah, don't go
away!"
In truth she could not go. She had
been too vitally stirred. She began to
tremble excessively and sank back up
on tho bench, motioning him away with
vague gestures of her shaking hands.
This was more than the incroyabio
had counted upon and far from his de
sires, lie started forward, with an ex
clamation. "Don't come near!" she gasped.
"Who arc you? Go away!"
"Give me ouo second to expinln," he
began, but witli the Instant reassur
ance of this beginning she cut him off
short, her fears dispelled by his com-
mouplace. Nay, Indignation displaced
them so quickly that she fairly Hashed
up before him to her full height.
. Vmt illil nnf oninn In lit- llin I'llfo!"
sic. for a song can be hear 1 through fihe cHod w,mt do moan by
an open window. And how did It hap- coni, her(J ,u Mmt drcM? wmt r, ht
pen that Cralley Gray knew that it . ... .,,..
was Miss (Jarewe's habit to stroll in her
garden for half an hour or so each
evening before retiring and that sho
went to mass every morning soon aft
er sunrise? Cralley Gray never rose
at or near sunrise in his life, though
he sometimes beheld it from another
point of view, as the end of the even
ing. It appears that some one must
have told him.
i "Just one word," he begged quickly,
but very gently. "You'd allow a street
beggar that much!"
I She stood before him panting nnd, as
he thought, glorious in her Hush of
youth and anger. Tom Vanrevel had
painted her incoherently, but richly
iu spite of that, his whole heart being
in the portrait, and Cralley Gray had
smiled at what lie deemed tho exuir-
One night when the moon lay whlto BoratIon of an ordinarily uuimpres-
on the trees and housetops Miss Hetty
paused iu her evening promenade and
seated herself upou a bench on tho
borders of the garden, wrought upon
by tho tender Incentive to sighs and
melancholy which youth iu loneliness
finds In a loveliness of the earth, for
what reason sho could not have told,
since sho was without euro or sorrow
that she kuew except tho French revo
lution, yet tears hIioiio upou tho long
lashes. Site shook (hem off aud looked
tip with a sudden odd consciousness.
The next second sho sprang to her feet
with n gasp and a choked outcry, her
hands pressed to her breast.
Ten paces in front of her a gap In the
nhrubberj where tall trees rose left n
fltnall radiant area of Illumination like
sionablc man who had fallen iu love
"at first sight," yet in the presence of
tho reality the incroyabio decided that
Tom's colors had been gray nnd hum
ble. "If you have auythlng to say for
yourself, say It quickly!" said Miss
Betty.
"You were singing a while ago," ho
answered somewhat huskily, "and I
stopped on the street to listen; then I
came hero to be nearer. The spell of
your voice" Ho broke off abruptly
to change tho word. "Tho spoil of tho
song canio over me it Is my dearest
favorite so that I stood afterward in
a sort of trance, only hearing again In
the silence 'The stolen heart, like tho
leathered rose, will bloom but for n
that of a limelight In n theater, its brll- day,. 1 dl(1 not Bec you unt you camo
liancy intensltied by the dark foliage to ... beucl, You must believe mo.
behind. It was open to view only from
the beuch by which sho stood, and ap
peared, Indeed, like the stage of a little
theater, a stage occupied by a bizarre
figure. For, In the center of this Bhln-
I would not have frightened you for
anything In the world."
"Why ure you wearing that dress?"
Ho laughed nnd pointed to where,
behind him on the ground, lay a long
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FRANK A. MUNSEY, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York
Ing patch, with tho light strong on his rnv Inilk Iinmi .,,,,. ...... hpfm tns.
face, was standing a fair haired young ed a wblto mHk .Tm ou my way to
iuhu unawuu 1 u yuiiiw wmr, u Hcnriui tho nm8auernde," ho answered, with
and white striped wnlstcoast, wearing an nry gestHro, .r,n all mcroyable, !
a jauntily cocked black hat on his head you see, nnd I had tho costume mado
And even to tho last detail, the ribbon from my recollection of a sketch of ,
laces abovo tho anklo and the gold your great-uncle. I saw It a long time
buckled sliocs, ho was the sketch of ngo In your library."
Georges Mollhac sprung Into life. Miss Carowo's accustomed polso was
About this slender figure thero hung quite recovered-Indeed, sho was as-
a wan sweetness like a lino mist, al- touished to discover a distinct trnco of
most an ethereality In that light; yet in disappointment that tho brilliant ap
parition must offeF so fnnieT ah expla
nation. What he said was palpably
the truth. Thero was a masquerade ,
that night, she knew, at the Madrll-:
Ions', a little way up Carewe street, (
and her father had gone an hour earll-'
er, a blue domino over his arm.
The incroyable was a person of al
most magical perceptiveness. He felt
tho let-down Immediately and feared
a failure. This would not do. The at
titude of tension between them "must
he renewed at once. "You'll forgive
me?" he began In a quickly impassion
ed tone. "It was only after you sang
n dream possessed me, and"
"I cannot stay to talk with you,"
Miss Betty Interrupted and added with
a straightforwardness which mado him
afraid she would prove lamentably di
rect, "I do not know yon."
She turned toward tho house, where
upon he gave a little pathetic exclama
tion of pleading In a voice that was
masterly, being as sincere as It was
musical, and he took a few leaning
steps toward her, both hands out
stretched, "One moment more!'' he cried as sho
turned again to him. "It mny he tho
one chance of my life to speak with j
you. Don't deny mo this. All the rest j
will meet you when the happy evening
comes, will dance with you, talk with
you, see you when they like, listen to !
you sing. I alone must hover about
tho gates or steal like a thief Into your
garden to hear you from a distance.
Listen to mo Just this onco for a mo
ment." !
"I cannot listen," sho said firmly, and
with a whisk of her skirts and a foot
fall on tho gravel path she was gone. I
He stood dumfounded, poor comedian,
having come to play tho chief role, but
to 11 ud the sceno tnken out of his
hands.
CHAPTER III.
HOSE angels appointed to be
guardians of tho merry people
of Rouen, poising one night be-
tiHffiSHil tween earth amFstars, discov
ered a single brilliant and resonant
spot, set In tho midst of tho dark, quiet
town like a Jeweled music box on a
black cloth, for that night was the be
ginning of Miss Betty's famous career
as the belle of ltoueu and was the date
from which strangers were to hear of
her as "tho beautiful Miss Carewe" un
til "beautiful" was left off, visitors to
the town being supposed to have heard
at least that much before they came.
There had been much discussion of
her, though only one or two had caught
glimpses of her, but most of the gal
lants appeared to agree with Cralley
Cray, who aired his opinion in an ex
ceedingly casual way at tho little club
on Main street. Mr. Gray held that
when the daughter of a man as rich as
Bob Carewe was heralded as a beauty
tho chances were that she would provo
disappointing, and, for his part, ho was
not even interested enough to attend
and Investigate. Ho ho was going down
tho river in a canoo and preferred tho
shyness of bass to that of a girl of
eighteen Just from the convent, ho snld.
Tom Vanrevel was not present on tho
occasion of theso remarks, and the gen
eral concurrence with Cralley may bo
suspected as a purely verbal one, since
when the evening camo two of tho most
enthusiastic dancers and lovemakers of
tho town, tho handsomo Tappingbam
Marsh aud that doughty ex-dragoon
and Indian fighter, stout old General
Trumble, were upon tho field before tho
enemy appeared that Is to say, they
were in tho new ballroom before their
host; Indeed, the musicians had not ar
rived, and Nelson, an aged negro serv
itor, was engaged In lighting the house.
The crafty pair had planned tills ear
ly descent with n view to monopoly by
right of priority In caso tho game prov
ed worth tho candle, and they were
leaning effectively against tho little
railing about the musicians' platform
when Mr. Carowo entered the room
with his daughter on his arm.
Sho was in whlto touched with count
less small lavender flowers. Thero
were rows and rows of wonderf uT sMc
and lace flounces on her skirt, and her
fan hung from n ropo of great pearls.
Ah, hideous, blue rough cloth of tho
convent, unforgottcn, but laid asldo
forever, what a chrysalis you werel
Tapplngham twitched his compan
ion's sleeve, but the general was al
ready posing, and neither heard tho
words of presentation, because Miss
Betty gave each of them a quick look,
then smiled upon them as they bowed.
The slayers wore prostrated beforo
their prey. Never were lady killers
more instantaneously tamed and subju
gated by the power of the feminine
eye. Will Cummlngs came In soon,
aud, almost upon his heels, Eugcno
Madrlllon nnd young Prank Chcno
weth. No others appeared for half an
hour, and the five gentlemen looked at
one another aside, each divining his
own diplomacy In ills fellow's eye, nnd
each laboriously explaining to the oth
ers his own mistake In regard to tho
hour designated upon Mr. Carewc's
cards of invitation. This small embar
rassment, however, did not prevent
General Trumble aud young Mr. Chen
oweth from coming to high words over
Miss Carewe's littlo gilt filigree "pro
gramme" of dances.
(To b Continued )
Resume Athletic Relatione.
Lincoln, Feb. 13. Tho University
of Kansas basketball team defeated
tho Nebraska flvo by a score of 37 to
17. Tho gamo marked tho resumption
of athletic relations between the two
universities, broken off two yeara ago.
Cracksmen Blow Open Postoffice 8afe.
Lincoln, Fob. 12. Cracksmen blew
open tho safo of tho poBtoillco at Col
logo View, tho Adventist college su
burb of Lincoln, and secured $700
worth of stamps and $8 In money. Tho
safo was blown to pieces nnd tho
building damaged. Bloodhounds aro
on the trail of tho robbers, who aro
thought to bo Lincoln men.
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