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I, THE KING By WAY LAND WELLS WILLIAMS. (Copyright. It24.) ._■___> (Continued from Saturday.) •'When did you shave?" remarked JJary. Ho stood up, laughing. "I’ll do it now, before dinner.” Ho threw off his coat, waistcoat and shirt and Vent into tho bathroom, whistling. "Don't," came Mary's voice after an interval. “You keep getting a half a tone out, and it's awful." He stopped whistling. The razor plowed into his cheek. IV. They enjoyed England so much that they left only two weeks for shopping In Paris before they sailed for home. They h.nded early in September, and immed'rtely sot out on the work of (doing over the house. Kit had anticipated only a little pc peri ig and painting, but ho saw Mary 'i point. The place was frowsty. ©ut-of- late, provincial; sho wanted it modern and nice, and she should have it so. They surrendered it to the dec orators, and moved to a hotel. When they moved back, six weeks Ja*er, hs refused to regret a dollar or a fidget of It. Mary had known best. The nail, tl>e dull dark old hall, was a thing of beauty in light walls and shlmmery green hangings and glass lights; the dining room was pure Chippendale, with a complete new set of furniture; the library on the sec ond floor, the usual sitting room, was dellciatis in bright chintzes against Bombs* Italian backgrounds. The drawing room on the ground floor was another affair; to his surprise Mary had retained all the old rose wood "set” and had even supple mented it with ottomans and pier glaBse* of its period. She had the walls stenciled with panels and scroll work, and the result was a perfect creaHon of 1850, the only concessions to modernity being the hardwood floor And the furniture coverings, a sma't stripe of light and dark mul berry. ..... • you see," Mary explained, peo ple'll drawing rooms are always a joke anil 1 intend to make ours a real one. If any one laughs at it, the tough will be on them." l!y way of earning the jest she brought down from rhe attic a few old handsomely bound books, Baxter's “Saints' Best and N. P. Willis’ “American Scen ery, ’ «nd piled them on the largest rosewood table, at exact right angles to each other. They began going about and enter talning, on a small scale. But they almost always took their guests out in the evening, and even for dinner Mary preferred a restaurant. "Of course, wo have the bother of taking our drinks with us, but it s safer, on the whole. I'm not sure enough of myself to swing things in a great empty' house. As for having our Aance there, I won’t hear of it. The only way to give a dance in your own house is to engage a caterer and music for a certain evening, anil then call up people on the morning New York —Day by Day— _ j ByO. 0. M’INTYRE. New York. Nov. 30.—A page from the diary of a modern Samuel Pepys: t'p early and had breakfast with my mother-in-law, and she made hash as fine as ever I ate. And I was holp en thrice. Afterward to romp awhile with my dog Billy, a droll little Bos ton. Home and at my stint but so much ringing of the telephone I gave It up and set out with Billy DeBuck, the limner, and stopped In to see Jack Lait. who recently had a taste of being a managing editor, and found he had no time for triflers. In the evening to the dinner to David Belasco at the Green Room club and he made a brave speech albeit I have always thought him too much the poseur. Later to walk to my tavern with S. J. Kaufman and so to bed. Ths Cheese club Is composed of a group of Broadway wits. Its member ship consists mostly of press agents and second string dramatic men. There are no dues and once or twice a. month they get together for*a Hid ing match. Now Broadway has a simi lar organization in The Moron club. The motto is “More Fun For Imbe ciles." The club Is growing fast and there is actually talk of building a clubhouse. The Winter Garden has come back Into Its own. The runways where barelegged girls flitted down among the audience have been restored and smoking, for two years banned. Is now permitted. H. B- Culver is a Now York law yer who for years has made a hob by of building a. flotilla of miniature ships—the collection of which was re cently on exhibition. One of the models cost more than $25,000. Boh Davis, the magazine editor, makes a hobby of collecting miniature ele phants. He is said to have the larg est collection In America. A famous dramatic critic la now resting In Ludlow street jail for the non-payment of alimony. He expects to he there until the flowere bloom l In the spring tra la. But he has not * wasted lagging hours. He has alytayn wanted to write a novel but. never found time. Where he had plenty of leisure he drafted a synopsis and received $6,000 advance and expect! to finish it by the time he departs. They are asking on Broadway Where have the old-timers gone! They have scattered to the foui winds. Returning travelers tell of see. log them along the Paris boulevards along this Strand and even In fat away Shanghai mourning for th« dead days that are gone and will re turn no more. Wilson Malzer, thi gayest raconteur the street evet Jinew, Is selling bricks In Florida Jay O’Brien Is basking In the sun Shine of southern France. Zed Kllev Is a cabaret king of Montmartre, fir Is Harry Pllcer. Dick Donovan cater! to the epicurean taste of Shanghai Now and then they come bark and shed a few salty tears for departed glories and take the next boat back Broadway is another street. Thom who know bay It will never return to its old time sip and dash. Oalctj bids itbelf away from the irglits. The other evening I sat In a enfr where Chaa. M. Schwab was dlnlns at one table and Will Hays at an *>ther. But tbs cynosure of hII eyei Was a vamplxli looking creature whi bad Just achieved the first, pages fot being named corespondent In a coin lratcd divorce. Such Is fame! t t;«t hitsiJitaoj* of that day and tell .them It's very small and casual. Otherwise they won't come. I'm not experienced enough to do that yet, so we'll just have to engage a ballroom and send out cards.” Kit wondered at her knowledge, hut she appeared to be right. Every one’s idea was to get away from borne, even friends' homes. He suggested that it might be too early to give a dance anyway, as few of his mother's friends had yet called on Mary, but he was Informed that it didn't mat ter. People no longer called; it was sufficient to take his mother's old list and ask every one who had not died. “I haven't asked Aunt Emmy, and I haven’t asked the policeman on the beat. I do wlHh you’d trust me. We won't have a dance at all If you don't want to, but if we have one we're going to do it properly. I know you wonder how I know what's proper, but I do, and you'll find out that I'm right, if you wait.” The event justified her. Probably a good many of his mother’s old friends sniffed at invitations from a lady they had not called on, and made up their minds not to call, then and there. But their children accepted, and If they were not asked got them selves asked, or came anyway. The dance was not large, but it was full of spirit and dish, and survived the usual exodus to the cafes till well after three, it made Mary famous. In a small but desirable way. There after her engagements piled up. She gave herself over to two things, society and music, it was odd how faithful she remained to the latter; often before breakfast and always for an hour or two in the morning she was pounding away in tlie draw ing room. She said she enjoyed her music much more now than she had for years, hut she talked very little about* it. This wag ;.!!<*very well, hut It was a pursuit he could not share with her. Her daytime engagements were chief ly female affairs, and the only way he could really see her was to go out with her in the evening. From breakfast to dinner he was thrown entirely on his own resources. V V. LIH3 ctUlMUIll WU1C <1 W-iy 111 1U1C* "“ss he began chewing his nails again. And it was not the absence of business possibilities that bothered him. Ken Thomson had found a rich benefactor who wanted him to run an outdoor boys’ boarding school in California according to certain not wholly undeasonable theories. He had to get. some one to go in with him, and was anxious for Kit to try the job. “You'll do the mental part and 1 the physical," he explained. "Of course, I'll do some teaching, and you'll coach baseball, hut that'll lie our general division, it seems to me we'd make a pretty good combina tion, and we'd get no end of fun out of it. A ranch, producing most of what we eat, twenty miles from a railroad. No neighbors to speak of. Why, it would be like running a small kingdom.” » Kit wanted to say that he had run a much larger kingdom entirely single-handed, and the prospect had little glamor for hint. But his ver bal objection was on other grounds. "Thanks. Ken. hut I don’t see my self drubbing Vergil Into young bone heads. and still less do I see being an uplifting and purifying Influence on their mucky little morals. Boys bore me. Teaching the young Idea how to shoot isn't my calling. And how do you suppose Mary would like It?" "Well enough. I should think. She'd be a perfect little queen among us all.” “I had two perfect little queens on Xiarava,” said Kit, "and they were perfect because they never attempted to Interfere with me In any way. Mary's the most perfect woman in the world, but I don’t see her in that galley.” “She'd be glad to go, if you made up your mind it was the thing for you,” said I.en. disappointed. "And 1 can’t help feeling it is the thing for you. 1 thought the resjtonslblllty would appeal to you.” "Why?" said lilt quickly. "Well, it certainly used to. Tou were never so happy as when you were bossing somebody around, and you did it well, too. That's why you got on so well with your people on the island.” There was no answering this. The fine fabric of past aspirations and deeds was crumbling about his ears. He mourned and yearned for it-, but the dominant thought iti his mind was that after governing a kingdom he wanted something better than halt managing a boys’ boarding school. Jen Cobb became the main protege nist for another opportunity. Two or three wits and bright spirits of Kit's time at Yule had got hold of some money from somewhere and were going to start a weekly paper. They discovered that the term "lib eral" had no exact political signifi cance in America, and determined to give it one. The enlightened impar tiality of that sheet was going to he the most remarkable product of mod ern times. They wanted Kit's brain to help them, and were not averse to using some of his capital. ■'I don't understand you at all. Jen said after some conversation on the matter. "In the old days you accepted a person for his brains, and let the rest ko. You don't deny that Jim Driver and Harry Feldmann have brains— "No.” interrupted Kit, "I only say that they both have cross-eyes, lttin a paper with two crosseyed men, two?—why, the idea's preposterous. They must find another, pr he tre pa nned." "Trepanning isn't that, it's mak ing a hole in your head. The fool ish thing is that In college you used to rail yourself a liberal, and are things eye to eye with Jim Driver—” “Not that! I never saw like the Mate at Hampton Court!” “You're damned amusing,” said Jen witheringly. Then he changed, and went on: “Dear man, don't you wee I’m worried about you? Has life got nothing more in store for >011" Are you Just going to drop out, die, at tv, enty five?” **Apparently,'* said Kit bitterly. “I don’t know what’s got into me. To you it must seem like plain naughti ness, hut it’s not all that. The ts»t tom seems to have dropped out <*r tliine« This liberal affair Is Just about the boh of thing 1 was think ing of last Bpring." ■You don't.'' said .Ten rairfuliy, "think you're getting a little—ah, swelled headed, do you? I mean—” (T« Be Continued Tomorrow.) THE NEBBS lend me your ear. Dir^tedfor^h'0^h1“<, ebybolHC8S vJEBQ . 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