C " ■■ ■ s, I, THE KING By WA YLAND WELLS WILLIAMS. (Copyright. 3924.) -— (Continued from Yesterday.) VIII. The hot summer wore on; the har bor stank; the boathouse life became a drab routine devoid of humor and purpose. Then in September things brightened: he was sent to Pelham to take a course. A few weeks later he became a reserve ensign, a gentle man—nay, a very person again, after live months’ obliteration as person nel. Even a certain amount of atten tion was paid to him; he was chosen among others to take a thi-e months’ course for a regular Navy commission fit Annapolis. In February he wore his unclrclod star. Teeming with knowledge nnd dignity he went to New York for a fortnight’s leave before receiving or ders that would finally take him into the war. At last, the real thing! Small craft or capital ship, that was the only question. He would wel come anything, but he dreamed of a destroyer and the wet cold air of the Irish Sea. lie frequented the Yale Club, and saw several of his friends who dropped in. uniformed, on leave or on their way between places. Dick Hof lington, who was a captain of infan try at Upton, and Jen Cobb, on his way overseas with an artillery regi ment, were among them. liut the face he longed most to see was not there; Jack had in December gone to England to complete his training. Kit treasured his infrequent though fair ly regular letters; they were like a rising barometer of vision nnd experi ence. First came the bewilderment at Cornell, then reflections from the bright air of Texas. ^ "New Kittle,” he had written In ■ October, "there's something in tills r flying. It gets you. You go up In the early morning a great deal, and you see effects of light and shadow and color nnd space to make the angels weep. Perhaps this is be cause it’s a new thing to mankind; one feels a cosmic surprise. Then you return to barracks, and see noth ing but selfishness, sliiftlessness. pet ty lust and petty ambition such as you'd never believe existed. Is it like ihat in the Navy? I'm beginning to realize what an astonishingly clean place Yale was.” Then in January, from England: "Pnrtmeadow, my hoy. Is near Oxford, and every time i go up—or out, even — f see the storied spires. They odd a historical touch to the expanding scene. Do you realize that in the last few months I've traveled, lived among foreigners, joined the military and earned my living, all for the first time? To say nothing of flying, which means being in daily contact with death and with what I believe I dare call Absolute Beauty. You mustn’t expect to find me quite the same when you see me again. On the other hand, don't expect to find me different. Particularly don't expect to find me noble. I can greet the dawn at 15,000 and play the army game all -- New York --Day by Day v_V By O. O. M’INTVKE. New York, Oct. 23.—Thoughts wlille strolling around New York: Prussian pompadours are coming back. The Eve Costume .Shop. Pass the fig leaves. Lloyd Hamil ton. He's comic looking off the screen. One of the noted spenders ™ of Orangeade Gulch—a chiropodist. Why do most chiropodists wear Van Dykes? The only New Yorkers who Irritate me are the Barrymores. Whatever became of the women's skirt that laced up the hack like a football. A flood of new stucco movie houses. There's Theodore Dreiser. The self-conscious alootness oi Belasco. His head seems to be knocking the stars. A half dozen flappers In half stockings. No wonder boys are leaving the plows. Echo of the past—a Prince Albert coat and a white lawn tie. Must be a congressman or a lecturer. Soap box contents yapping for devilish doctrines. A 50 cents a meal restaurant offers hors d'oeuvres. The site of a famous brothel is now n religious book shop. The world grows better. A hunchbacked man gazing at a gargoyle. A man's shampoo parlor conducted by women. Wonder if there are still female barbers. Corlnne Griffith. Broadway ringing with rehearsals for winter. Julian Mitchell, the old Roman of the stage directors. And he's stone rleaf. It must be tough for an actor to be hard of hearing. The bantering new In front of the r.alace. Wish Frank Shutts would send me some more mangoes. Lupino I,ane. A buck dancer who wears a monocle. There's a feat for you. The Times building is, getting scrubbed again. The Central office men who hang about the paper-front your-home-town newsstands. Subway K gratings throwing off their blasts of heat. But tra la-la—wlntar Is here. It. was a cold reception that met a first night performance last week. The star sat dejectedly in his dress ing room. "What's the matter with that hunch out there?" he asked the press agent. "They seem to be applauding with their knees," said the p. a. Here is a striking and ugly con trast. In a cafe I had just left there was one of the richest young men in America. At his table sat bis wife and two men friends. Three bottles of chilled wine in a silver bucket were at their feet. They drank and paw merry. It was indeed a. rather hilari ous party. Four blocks away a police nfhn wan dragging a whlnnlng, un kempt figure to a patrol l>ox. He had been caught selling a half pint of whisky. It was a rainy afternoon. Two bachelors lounged In deep leather chairs trying to think of some way to shake off a fit of ennui. The club was deserted and telephone calls failed to roach their friends. They couldn’t play golf and there wasn't enough for a rubber of bridge. Ho they decided to play a practical Joke on someone. They began t/i recall in I help lives among their male : d the purcut of lives. They recalled one fellow who went to col lege with them. He never smoked, drank nr indulged In any of the col lege vices. After graduation he re tired to s peaceful community, where be led a spotless life. As a joke they pt nt him the following telegram: "All Is discovered. Fly at once." That was six weeks ago and their friend hss never been seen In Ills community since the errlvaj of the telegram. At least that Is the story they tell. (Coryrtsht, 1524.) in one day. Just as some fortunate persons can smoke a cigaret and spil at the same time . . Jack had gone far, evidently. He saw a great deal of Maud Hof fington during his leave. She was rather busy playing bridge for he: country, but not in an objectionable way. Kit understood: she was n< Joan of Arc, hut neither would she ever prowl the streets with white feathers. I thought at first of doing some thing real,” she explained to Kit once, "driving an ambulance, or nurs ing. but it's no good. I can't drive a car properly, and I always faint at tlie sight of blood. So I Just dr two hours a day at the Y, and call it square. But it does give one an idea of the average woman's useless ness. If there was only some one thing that I did really well!—like that Mary Vane. You remember? She'e played at our house several times She's going all over the country get ting up musical shows at the various camps, and playing to the soldiers She's wonderful." * "God save me from ‘wonderful women," said Kit. and meant it. They were In the Hofflngton's library, with objects of art hemming them in on all sides. Not that Kit noticed these, hut they had an effect on him, for all that. They gave re. mnteness. glamor and a sense of safety. Studying the pile of the im mense Persian rug he said slowly: “See here, Maudie. When I get back from wherever I’m going—what about nur getting married?" Maudie glanced at him and smiled, then stopped smiling and glanced down. "I don't know. I really don't know, Kit. 1 never thought of it. But . . "Will you think of it. while I'm away? Perhaps my being away will make it easier." "Oh, no. I love having you round.' "Better than any one else?" "Ves," she said, nodding like a child. “And I you." He leaned over and kissed her. "Think about it," lie re peated. "There's no one that can hold a candle to you, as far ns I'm con cerned. Never has been." On the last night before going to get his orders, which he was to re ceive in New York, he took her to the theater. It was a French farce that he had chosen; he was not up on the current plays and merely remembered hearing this mentioned in the Yale club as "good." It was all in the difference between readings of that word; in any case he should have known better. The first act passed in safety, but the second was too blat antly foul to be ignored. He sat star ing at the stage with a hot face, feel ing wrath at the French. After ail, what was so screamingly funny about marriage? AV’hcn the lights went up he turned around. "I'm sorry, Maudie. I didn't realize it was like this. It's—it's too broad.” "Vos, it Is,” said Maud. Pink suf fused all her shell color, and she pulled at the edges of the cloak on which she sat. "I don't like it. AVould you mind taking me home, now?" lie got promptly up, not sorry. Maudie was perfectly right, and had done it unexcepiionably. There were things to attend to, a taxi to be got, a message left for the Hofflngton's chauffeur. A'et even as ho spoke to the carriage man it flashed across the back of his mind that a certain kind of woman, disliking it equally, might have laughed. It would have shown . . . a certain strength. In the taxi he apologized again. "That's all right," said Maudie, and Immediately talked of something else. Kit suddenly and inconsecutively won dered why he had not thought of marrying Maudie now. before going away. There had been time. There still was, for that matter. "AVeil, I'm not going to,” he dls covered. And then he could not help wondering if he ever would. IX. The next morning h" went down town to get his orders. They directed him to report for duty to the Com manding Officer of the Asiatic Fleet, Manila, P. I. PART II. NIKI. CHATTER V. I. The excess of that rage Kit came presently to look hack upon, with a mixture o£ amusement, ns one of the most creditable "motions of his life. It was a clean honest thing, directed against no person or persons but merely against his bad luck. It was entirely unselfish in basis; the Atlan tia service he had wanted would have been far less pleasant as well as more dangerous. it burned hot and strong for a few weeks, anil then died utterly. On the ship out he met two or three others in a light plight, and that made it easier. Then Honolulu, with Its div ing hoy* and brass bands and leis and blue mountains, flashed across his view in one long day, and after that he was too Interested to think There’s at Least One in Every Office . By Briggs -—-—■»■■■■ 1.1 i» njnii .1 . n i , .. . * ( HovaJ'S • CUTlg Thi9 ) MoGt^iKJo, • Got a K1.5S ( ro«- M«5 - DONJ'T Voo \ Love mr aajy morr “? ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bcc by Hershfield Kvorylhiin in Season. ■whbi I r-N v-hat n.v ' Z. ;.'v I:. HiMK Of WAT "S ^ A 1 ^ ft^r a wX-AYAOu *> i Thi^k »ys. a Lirat I To Uq-HT fc3R V^WINT^R* y I % of anger. The past fell oft him. The war and Maud HofBngton were al most as completely submerged as Park avenue and Tale In the newness and largeness of the Pacific. Manila, lying dry and hot In the April sun at the head of Its vast shal low Vtay. hit him hard. What he had expected he was not quite sure; prob ably a thin veneer of Americans in white duck superimposed on a color ful crowd of savages. What he found was a mellow, world-weary, cosmopol ite town about the size of Washing ton, with Europenn-looking churches and American-looking office buildings. fashionable cafes and a turbulent his tory, run by a small, unsuspected ano important race Of Spanish or half Spanish people, the Filipinos. He Immediately took boat to Cavite, talked with various bored warrant and junior officers and was told that his assignment orders would rome "in a day or two." Knowing that this meant at least a week or two he mopped his dripping brow, went back to his hotel and began to look around. He shopped on the Ksoalta, strolled at eve on the Malecon and sight saw in IntramuroB, the old walled city. He presented letters of Introduction in the new bright planter districts of Krmita and Mutate to Americjtns in business or government employed, dined there; heard for the llrst time about the Jones Art and learned that the Islands were, in a quite real man ner of speaking, self governing He responded, as to something irresintl % bly new ami important. His under graduate irapervlouareas to the intro duction of knowledge on new sub jects fell front hint, and he absorbed like a grown man. (T.i lie (ns1lioi.il Tomorrow.) Bee Want Ads are the best busi ness boosters. 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