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Married Life the Third Year
The Last Night in London They Have Supper at a
Fashionable Hotel.
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By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
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Warren leaned out of the cab window
and gazed down the blockaded street.
"Jove, looks like every taxi In London
is jammed In around here."
"But we'll soon
get' through, won't
we?" asked Helen
anxiously.
" o n t know
about that. A
mtx-up In these
narrow London
streets is no joke."
Here their cab
moved up a few
feet. Helen leaned
forward hopefully.
, But the driver waa
ionly getting closer
j Into line with those
1 ahead.
"If we stay here
much longer we'll
have to cut out that
supper," glancing
at his watch by
the light from the street. : "Everything
closes, here at 12:30. It's 10:55 now. That
was a long show." '
"Twelve thirty t Why, surely .the theater
Buppej places don't close that early?',' ,
"f. said everything, didn't I? The law ;
here is to close at 12:30 sharp, and it's
enforced, too. No getting around It as
they do In New York. At 12:30 the plaoe
has to be dark and everybody out."
Here the cab moved up another few feet.
Helen looked out anxiously.. She had so
often heard of "supper at the Savoy"
that it would be a real disappointment
not to go. If only they hadn't left it for
.the last night! ,
But at length the policemen untangled
the maze of cabs and taxis and they were
allowed to make their way through. " ,
When, they reached the Savoy, Warren
hurried her lit and pointed out the ladies'
cloak room own- the great arched cor
ridor. ' .
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,V. MOW you ir nave xo nunnr.
my coat and meet you here in two min
utes." -
Helen was " surprised at the luxurious
appointments 'of the dressing room.
There were at least a dcraen satin wood
toilet tables, arrayed with their silver
brushes, powder boxes and hand-mirrors.
The maids were busy checking eve
nlng wraps and adjusting gowns that
had been disarranged in the theater or
the cab. The air was stifling with pon
der and perfume.
Helen .checked her wrap and hurriod
out to the .lobby, where Warren was
waiting impatiently.
"Going to have a devil of a time get
ting a table here," he grumbled as they
entered the restaurant,
Large as the place was, every table
seemed filled. Helen's first impression
was of the brilliancy of the scene.
Everywhere were glimmering jewels and
bare white necks and shoulders.
One of the head waiters . led them
through the main room to a small table
back in an alcove,
"Can't you do better than this?" asked;
Warren.
"Afraid not sir. Tou see everything is
taken except thoBe tables back of the
posts."
"This is not so bad," ventured' Helen.
"We can see very well from here."
"All right, then. Suppose there a no
use putting up a kick in a place like
this. Haven't more than forty minutes,
anyway." . .. V
Dear, have you noticed that not a
single woman is wearing a nat? ww
pered Helen. "Don't they allow them?"
"No Tou couldn't get . in any smart
supper place here with a hat. It's only
in New York they allow the women to
spoil a scene like this with their Im
mense headgear."
Here the, waiter placed before them
some kind of jellied, broth in tali, tliin
"What's this? Warren took up the
sliver Douna supper card, but it was
printed in French, and he threw it down
In disgust. However, the card was un
necessary for the, waiter quickly brought
on one course after another. It was the
regular aftertheater supper, and there
was evidently ho choice of dishes.
"They've got this thing down pretty
fine," explained Warren, 'They've got
to get you fed and get out vby 12:30, so
they're not giving you a chance to order.
Now, what in , thunder's this?" poking
disdainfully at a tiny white-paper case
containing an unknown spoonful. "I'd
like to know when they're going to bring
us something to tat. So far we've had
nothing but these fancy little dabs. I'd
like soma food."
tfut plainly the idea of this supper was
But to give nourishment,, but ra her. en-
tertainment in the' form of many samples
of highly decorated and unknown con-
coctionB.
"Huh," grunted Warren, as he eyed
the latest morsel of culinary art that had
been placed before him. 'T give the
whole supper for a good roast beef sand
wich. Wager they'll charge enough for
it, too," glancing at the supper card.
"Supper, 8 shillings," was printed at the
bottom. "Eight shillings and all of it
hasn't the nourishment of a good plats
of soup."
"Why, that is high, dear. Everywhere
else over here we've found the food so
good and so cheap, ftnd many of the
places have been just as beautiful as
this."
"Oh, well, we're playing for 'smartness'
now. - This is the joint where London
society is supposed to come after the
theater, and where Americans go to look
them over. See that, old girl over there
staring through her lorgnette?" V
"Why, she doesn't look like an Amer
lean." protested Helen.
"Maybe not. Guess they size each other
up some, too."
"But the English women do knowjipw
Of course. That's the only thing tney
can. wear decently. They look; like their
BtrBt clothes are tbrown at 'em. But
they usually hare good neck and
shoulders and can trail around In
long-tailed gown all. right"
"And they dress their hair so grace-1
fully; I love the way they cou it wwj
on the neok. Tney don't wear a lot of
bands and aigrettes as ws do."
They've sense enough to know It's not
becoming. Who wants to see a woman s
hair bristling with a lot of gew-gaws?
Makes 'em look like Fiji Islanders."
"Oh.' look how low that woman's dress
is-the one over here in pale blue. Why,
Warren, they do wear their gowns cut
very low." '
Well. X told you English women have
good necks and shoulders, and they want
to show 'em.' Now, what sort of a los-
enga is this?" as the waiter piaoea De
fore them still another mouthful of
French cuisine. "Looks lonesome on that
plate."
But Heleit was so aosorpea in
scene about them that she hardly noticed
the supper.
"Quarter after twelve," announced
Warren, glancing at his watch. "They'll
have to get move on 'em now mighty
soon."
Dear, you don't mean they can clear
hi m-eat oace in a quarter ox an
hour." ' .
VJust wait and see."
Helen looked around in wonderment.
Every one was laughing and talking as
leisurely as though time Was not a lac
tor. It seemed Incredible that In a few
moments they must all be out.
Now. the waiter ' brdiight the coffee
and the bill. And Helen noucea max
waiters all over the room wort , present
ly their checks. The next intimation
was a sudden turning off ot some of the
lights.
tio Tiwim was Derfectly darkened, a
number of parties rose reluctantly from
their tables.
More lights went out. Only those under
the frescoed edge of the ceiling were left.
Every one was on his feet now and all
began moving in a mass toward the doors.
When, a moment later, the last of the
lights flashed out, the place was almost
cleared.
The lobbies and dressing rooms were
hoDelesslv crowded. Helen mougnt sne
Would never get her wrap. ''.
'Oh, I beg your pardon," as a stout lady
in black chiffon and diamonds stepped
snuarelv on her toes. "Yes, 1 hope to
see you at Lady Ashton's garden party
on Thursday." ' ,
But this last remark was not addressed
ta Helen, but to a tall woman In whlto
satin and silver fringe who was crowded
against her. Helen caught many inter
esting bits of conversation . while she
waited. Finally shs got her wrap and
pushed her way out to Warren.
Then there waa another long' wait for
a taxi. They stood outside while one
cab after another were filled and driven
away. The silk i hats and cape coats of
the men, and the long Whits wraps, satin
slippers and uncovered heads of the
women reminded Helen of the Illustrations
of an ultra-society novel.
"Dear, that was really a very brilliant
crowd;" shs. mused, as at hat they drove
oft . ," ., ..
"Huh!" as Warren settled himself back
In the cab. "Must be a pretty hungry
crowd by now, if they didn't get any
more to eat than we did. If everything
wasn't shut up I'd stop in a good teach
room and get glass at milk." ,
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c'My Secret of Beauty Is-Mother,"
Says Pretty Miss Madge Kennedy
By MARGABET HUBBARD AVER.
It would be difficult to find any One
who looks less like the stereotvned
actress, or like one thinks an actress
ought to look off or oh the stage, than
little Miss Brown. I mean little Miss
Madge Kennedy.
I can't help calling her Miss Brown.
Every one does.
"Nobody calls me Miss Kennedy any
more, she said as she led me into her
Bitting room and settled herself opposite
me in a great big chair.
"I am Miss Brown to everybody now,
but I really don't mind if only they like
the play."
"I'm really soared to death to be inter.
Viewed. confessed little Miss Brown,
and she looked at me with those great
big eyes rather dreading the questions I
was going to ask her.
When It dawned upon her that she was
to figure as a mine of Information on the
subject of "How to Be Beautiful," she
threw back her . head and roared with
glee, and was-not to be pinned down at
all to any methods of d'et, or delsarte,
which are supposed to Improve on nature.
Tou can say that the secret of me
and whatever I am that, is worth while
is my mother," said Miss Kennedy, after
awhile.
'She has done it all. I have the most
wonderful mother in the world, and It's
she who looks after me, who takes care
of me, and who sees that I am healthy
and happy. -
"I'm pnrtty husky as It Is, you know,
though I'm afraid the word isn't elegant;
It's the only one that applies to my condi
tion of health. I was brought up in Cali
fornia, and everything there seems to
grow strong and big and vigorous. Most
of the girls are large, for all of them live
out-of-doors and ride, drive and swim,
and are constantly In the. open air.
"That's the worst thing about coming
to New Tork, and living in an apart
ment. I've never lived In one before, and
you know when I first came here I felt as
if I was caged like the little country
child who was suddenly brought to an
apartment, and ru"ied wildly up and
down the wide hall all day long, crying,
'Let me out, let me out ' .
"That's the Way I felt, for we'd always
been used to living In a house with lots
o outdoor grounds and plenty of breath
ing space. It seems a terrible thing to
live in a city and not to be able to sea
the sky. I have to lean out of the window
and crane my neck ta e the stars.
"If you want me to say something that
will be of use to girls," said Miss Ken
nedy earnestly, "tell them that I think
the best thing in the world, is to have a
young mother or a mother who fe
young. '
"Now, my mother Is young; she just
understands me perfectly, and we're more
like sisters than mother and daughter.
We share everything together, all our
pleasures and all our troubles. Now that
we've settled here for some time, I hope,
we're enjoying every minute. When I'm
not at the theater or studying music or
pointing wh gad about together and we
see 'everyt'ung.
!'l say we're regular tourists doing the
town. . We've never lived hers before,
The" Man and the Horse
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When Chief Hals and his venten
fire laddies from Kaniaa City visited
Windsor Castle, King Edward -VII,. wh
was a right manly man and a good sport,
came forward and '
Shook hands wHH
each, greeting them
as equals.
The king made one
remark to George
Hale, which la worth
remembering. It waa
thle. ."Chief, I love
every, man who goea
up against the
game!" '
It waa the game
of life and death to
which the king re,
f erred.
Really now! Has
anybody got any
bus! net a In the
world, after all un
less he la going up against the game?'
The march of the timet has replaced
animal power with gasoline motors, and
those wonderful horses of George Hale's
have been turned out to grass.
Not long ago one of these horses was
brought In from the farm, a horse 36
years old, that had not had a harness on
his back for eleven years. .
This horse used to pull the chief's
wagon. He had the faculty of getting
under the. shafts qulttker than ever any
borae did that stood on four feet. He
never made a mistake, never a false
move. By the time the driver was In the
wagon the horse was ready to go, and
when he went he went on the high speed.
By ELBERT HUBBARD.
So, behold the old horse brought In from
the country, ' witnessing again the frills r
and" frivols of the city," V .V, ,;
The horse was. barefooted, his mane,
tail" and fWtocke grown out long and
The fire laddies went to work cleaning
.him up with loving caress. The old rsT
wagon of the chief waa brought out. The j v
Shafts' -were lifted in the air with the
harnesa hanging. The horse was stand-j;
Ing, loose. MO feet away. ; ' :
At a signal the gong waa sounded and ,,
like a flash of , light the old veteran
leaped for the shafts. A fireman snapped
the harness lnt place.
George Hale watched the whole per-i
formanoe. Intending to aprlng into the
wagon, provided the horse had not for-
gotten his cue. '
The horse knew how to do it, but, alas,
deorge Hale, now grown gray, merely ,
stumbled and tumbled forward, threw hie'
arms around, the old horse's neck, burst s
Into tears and clred like a baby. .';
And all the time the old horse turned.j
his head and kept taytng In good horse
language: f
"For heaven's sake, chief, pile lnl The
whole thing wilt '.burn up before we get -3
there, Don't you hear what I aayf Tum
ble Into that wagon and we're oft"
But George Hale didn't hear-he was
thinking of how thia horse had carried.;
him to a thousand ares-carried hlm.i
swiftly and fearlessly up against the,;
game ot life and death and together!
they had gone round the .world and re-"
celved the approval of a king and howy
a horse once taught never forgets-mea
may I Copyright, UIL International Newa
Service. . , ,
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When the War Drums Cease to Beat
Dr. David Starr Jordan, In "Unseen
Empire," sums the result of a close study
of the financial Impoverishment of the
masses ot the people by war and pomp
of war. From these suggestive pages
here are two upon the final ceasing of
warfare:' . '-'V
'The passing of war is marked by
many conditions, nom incongruous uu
disconcerting. From the standpoint of
social evolution", these erratic and fantas
tic phenomena are all necessary stages
In the world-procesa-the change from the
rule of force to that of law. On the
one hand we note the persistence of
(nedevlal traditions and their conse
quences, the burden of debt, the unwieldy i
and ruinous body Of ermemenVAhe ,wat '
scare,' the overlordshlp of the 'pawn
broker,' the sinuous trail of secret dl
plomacy, the 'Great Illusion' ; and the
'Mirage of the Map.'
"On th other hand, and parallel with
these, we remark the fraternity of trade,
the unification of banking, the Inter
nationalism of art, science and" inven
tion, the steady extension of humane
sentiments and the crystalisatlon of
world congresses and world courts;
It has been observed that the different
nations ot Europe have yielded up their
sovereignty and that they are now but
'Provinces of the Unseen Empire.' This
phase referred to the subservience of
debt, but it Is true in another and more
honorable sense. They are all in fact
but provinces of the Unseen empire, of
civilisation. The world has become an
Intellectual unit. The thoughts of all
men are the common property of all. .,
"In like fashion the world has become
an economic unit The currents of busi
ness flow through all nations alike. What
ever disturbs one part of the organism
affects at others. The boundaries of
nations really signify he more than the
boundaries of counties or states. Only
our outworn diplomacy and the enmities
It engenders serve to conceal this fact.
"It Is easy to see that these are days .,
of transition. The past is losing its hold
The future has yet to make Its grasp
complete. And from the larger point of
Selected by EDWIN MARKHAM.
View we see that these various eondl-,
Hons could not have come together at any1"
earlier stage in the history ot the world."
A hundred years ago these combinations ,
, J t. - . . ...ll.,.L.kU . .
;"A hundred yeara hence the camblna-;
tlons of today will be equally incredible
The motives behind our "present war
preparation will then seem as remote
as to us now are the motives behind ths
great crusades.
"Mankind does not linger over impos-'
slbilltles. The coat-of-mail vanished front
European history all at once, when men '
realised thU It had iw further effectlve"(
nees. The war equipment of today will
disappear scarcely less promptly when"
men set. clearly the changes which have'
made It futile and absurd. In the fine
and true words ef Admiral Wilson: No
matter Is to trivial that nations will bof .
go to war over It, If they want to go to.
war. No difference la so weighty that It
cannot be quietly "settled if nations do
not want war.' .... :. ' '
"Science has slain war. Rather It has
forged the, weapons by, which war has
slain Itself. It remains for finance to
give It a decent burial,". , .
"'' Daasrerona Talk.
"Mother, 1 Wish you wouldn't mention
dishwashing When George is calling on
me." .... .
"Why not. Indeed?" ' : ..." . "
"I don't like It It sounds common.' :
"Common, 'eh T We have to eat, don't
w.r ;
"Of course." . . .
"And George knows we eat and '
dlahear . .
"That's very true." ' ' . ' .'
"And George also knows that dishes ;
have to be washed, therefore somebodyr
has to wash themT" . , .s
"But mother ; ( j
"What now?" - : , . ! .
"If you keep on talking about It George
iTy dlsoover that you make father wipe
thenii and h may think the same thing
la- comu: f.o him If he should propose to
roe." Detroit Free Press. ; '
Trouble
and we re going o tnaka the very most
of this opportunity. Mother sees that
I'm busy a good part of the day, that I
keep up my studies, especially music; oh,
and It's she who looks after my diet
That's a very Important thing, too, Isn't
It? I notice it always figures so much
In articles on beauty.
'Tm so sorry ; you can't meet her, for
I'm so proud of her. I want everybody
to know her," little Miss Brown concluded.
"Kittle miss brown."
Th going back again to meet that
woman who has so Intelligently guided
this pretty and talented daughter, and
kept her healthy, girlish, simple In her
ideas, full of enthusiasm and idealism,
in the midst of a career which is not sup
posed to be conducive to any of these
things, and where the best balanced heads
are usually lost or completely turned
after success like that which has at
tended little Miss Brown In her short
stage life.
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By WILLIAM P. KIRK.
I saw a little urchin chase a dog across the street; , , '
The dog waa plainly frightened by the pattering-, baby feet.
"Be careful, kid," I cautioned, "that's a great big dog, you see.
''What of It?" said the youngster, "can't you see he's scared of me?"
A dog whose name is Trouble bark at every grown-up boy.
But barks are only noises 'tis the sharp fangs that destroy.
Keep Trouble ever yelping and hi rout will be .complete,
As surely as the urchin chased the dog across the street.
