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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE Daysey,Mayme and Her Folks B FRANCES L. GARSIDE. N SESSION EXTRAORDINARY. A HAI'NCEY DEVERE APPLE f T< 'N. age nine, pushed his glasses up over his bulging brow, cleared his throat and pounded on the desk with a baby’s rattle for a gavel. There was a sudden dying away ot sHill. childish voices; fat little legs . ampered across the hall, bearing lit tle <l. legates to accustomed seats'; there - ; pull and a push while unusually and unusually fat little delegates : ,1I„ d breathlessly into their chairs, a iiug of little arms across sturdy lit . . 1. i<ts, and the one hundred and thirty-ninth session of the Children’s Congress was in order. Chauncey Devere Appleton pulled his glasses over his eyes. Then he low ered his head and glanced sternly over them at a sea of little upturned faces. \]| were serious almost to sadness. The gravity of the occasion was great, anti , very little delegate recognized ft. A crisis was here, and it must be met squarely and bravely. "Our parents,” thundered the speaker, ringing a chubby little fist down on .. d- -k with a whack, “what must we u" with them?” A sigil trembled on every lip. but not I an eye was turned from the speaker, our parents, what must we do with them?" had, alas, been discussed many, many times, and no answer found! “I repeat.” said President Chauncey Devere. “what must we do with them?” He looked so sternly at Marybelle Snickers that she felt accused of hav ing done something with them, though she knew not what, and began to cry. Proceedings were delayed while a door keeper removed her from the room. Must we continue to deceive them by letting them believe they have de lved us? 1 ask” stopping to drink a glass of- water. “Must we continue to deceive them by letting them think they have deceived ns? Discussions are in order.” Then he moi,ped his feverish brow and took his seat, burying his face in iiis handkerchief after the manner of all great speakers who are overcome by ■ their emotions. The Honorable Pcterkin Prim, age | -i\. slid from his chair to the floor, and in a voice so fraught with tenderness ! Ids own mother wouldn't have recog nized it, said: “I was six months old when I bad my first Christmas, and I shall never forget the joy that good woman, my mother, in telling me that a great big fat is coming down the chimney with i ttle. and I would find it in my ,mg i'bristmas morning. "Ladies mid gentlemen, I had seen i: y father bring that rattle home three weeks before, and had heard him tell i o. mother how much lie paid for it. | Hut I knew that the deception about J Suita i 'bins bringing it to me gave! t o m joy. and J didn't undeceive them!" i Th-m he climbed up wearily and sat I d • vn weightily. Littl, Susie .May Sparkles arose.] "When 1 was two," she said, “my nioth ■ sat up all night to dress me a doll i 1 told m n, xt morning that Santa 'l.us brought it down the chimney. I .r de her happj by feigning belief. She me more, and more, about this .cm who came down the chimney. But i - falsehoods,” with a sigh, "seemed to make !:< r happy, and 1 did not reprove her!” '•tiler delegates gave similar testi mony. and it was voted, after much • i ussion, to continue in letting pa r- uis tell Christmas falsehoods without rebuke. "We owe it to this worthy class,” the resolutions read, "to make them happy, and if it makes them happy to invent stories of Santa Claus, we must en courage them by feigning interest and faith.” Then the congress adjourned, the del egates walking out with bowed heads and troubled brows. I Do You Know—- i IT Paris swimming master. Pouli- Qu<n. accomplished a tctni: (table feat ■"■'•y ;,y remaining 6 minutes 20 see. null", water. His previous best ’ nance was -1 minutes 31 seconds. I' illquen seemed quite fresh after : is exploit, and in proof of it jumped into tlie water again and -warn 30 yards at full speed. ' ■ ■ lituii ago 27 pel- cent of tile po; - illation of the great European power '"re French; today the proportion i ' 'dy 11 percent. Formerly French was ■ most widely spoken language; to ’■"' it is the mother tongir of only as compared with loO.OuO.OOit who speak German and 130,000,000 who ■'peak English. At a musical exposition in Berlin an invention for increasing the resonance of the voice was exhibited. It consists of a film, which is applied to the roof ef the mouth and acts as a sounding board. It is Intended for the use of orators, officers and any one wishing to increase the reach of the voice, as "ill as musicians. blot far from Nlsch, which was re ' ' ntly captured by the allies, is the crim Tschete Kula, or Tower of Skulk 1,1 ISO 6 the Servians rose against Turk !'h rule, and r>,oiio of them were massa- •"d bv the Osmanll. The dead were ("headed, and, as a warning to others, Turks built, the heads into the walls ' tower, faces outward. Today a ma 1 portion of a wall remains with a Hili here and there, a grim reminder °f wiiat Servin suffer. ■' trade: Ottoman An Exciting Tale of Love and Adven- UT A TJ t/ XA T X T 1 ie r y °f Play of the Same Name Now ture That (rrips From Start to Finish 1 JLIIS Vv 1111 Running at the Manhattan Opera House, New York By Bertrand Babcock. (Copyright, 1912, by Drury Lane Com pany of America, by arrangement with Arthur Collips, managing director of the Drury Lane theater of London.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. CHAPTER I. PART 1. Lady Diana Follows the Pack. TO I.ADV DIANA SARTORIS, “the cleanest sportswoman in all Eng land”—the orators of the hunt breakfasts of the Beverley Hounds would, have it so—a fence was merely an ob stacle. And so after this morning with the Beverley pack. Lady “Di” on her return to the kennels of her grandfather, the marquis of Beverley, found a defiant pleasure In putting her hunter over every such obstacle. Though the day was one of those per fect Yorkshire days, when rural England seems made for the sportsman, Lady Diana’s gallop at the heels of the pack had not been altogether of pleasure. To begin with, her grandfather, the I pompous and morally bombastic marquis | of Beverley, had been In no good hu- i mor. Although Falconhurst, the most secluded and retired of the several coun try seats of the family, was filled with the members of a house party for Lady Diana Sartoris, Beverley had carefully j warned them away from the Downs, and indeed had sent all of them otter hunting with Captain Grevllle Sartoris, Lady Diana s cousin. ‘‘And otter hunting of all sports in the world!” Lady Diana had breathed sarcastically to her maid. “One might quite as well hunt a bally mouse as an otter, you know.” Keeping Stable Secrets. The reason, Lady Diana knew, of course. The Whip, the newest racer in the great stables of Beverley, was being exercised on the Downs that morning, and although this expected successor to the Newmarket winners, Silver Cloud, Fal eonhurst and Beverley’s Hope, had not had her trial and was not likely to have for some time, the racing marquis was determined that no strange eyes should learn anything of the speed pet of his de clining years. Stable secrets had been leaking of late in regard to some of the others in the string, but none should respecting The Whip. This prohibition had extended to l*ady Diana herself. It was not that through ' her there was danger of the betting ring | getting advance information, but the ! young girl who shared almost equally In ! Beverley’s affection for The Whip, could not have been with the promising filly and her contemporaries without being upon the back of the speediest. For the girl rode The Whip or any of the other racers in the Beverley stables as Diana of old hunted, with divine in spiration. ••But the little filly’s growing up—or, rather, my granddaughter, Lady Diana, is growing up.” the marquis had said more than once, “an 1 a filly isn t a colt, any more—rather a young woman of po- Up-to-Date Jokes . "What .sort of a chap Is he?” I "\\ ell. after a beggar has touched him I for a dime he’i tell you lie ‘g ive a llt -1 tie dinner to an acquaintance of his. She—Let me see the thinnest thing you have in a blouse. He—She's gone out to lunch, madam. "And so. after inviting your friends to a game dinner, you were not served with any part of the bird?" “Oh, yes—l got the bill!" “She's as pretty as a picture," said the young man. "Yes,” replied the young woman, with a glance at her rival's complexion; "and hand-painted, too.” "You are a very naughty boy. Tom my, for stealing one of those tarts out of the pantry. I didn't think It was In you.” Tommy—Oh, mother, it isn t all in me; half of it is in Harry. Schoolmaster—ls I should stand on my head, the blood would rush tn my head, wouldn't it? Now, when I stand on my feet, why doesn’t it rush to my feet ? Johnny—Because your feet ain’t empty. Mrs. Green —You spoke just now of social tact. Preeiselj, just, what do you mean? Mrs. Wyse—By social tael 1 mean getting familiar with all sorts of peo ; pie without letting them get familiar with you. 1 "Did you hear about the defacement 1 of Skinner's tombstone?” "No; what was It?” “Some one added tile word 'friends’ ■ I to the epitaph." “What was the epitaph'.'" ’I “'He did his best.’" Tommy's Aunt—Won't >oil have tui • other piece of cake, Tommy? i Tommy (on a visit) —No; 1 thank > you. Tommy’s Aunt You seem to be suf fering from loss of appetite. i Tommy—it ain’t loss of appetite. “ What I'm suffering from is politeness. <• “You say he died from a single blow , administered by himself?” ]■ “Certainly." . "But it isn’t possible." 3 “Yes. it is.” "But how did he do it?” “Blew out the gas.” “Oh! ” In the days when parliamentary re porters were regarded by the members as Impertinent intruders, a certain no ble lord was standing at one of the bars drinking, when he saw a newspa ■ per man near, apparently observing h him. 1 "Halloa!” cried the lord. "Put that , down in your notebook; l have just drunk a. glass of wine!" r "I certainly would." was the reply, 1 I saw your lordship drinking a glass I is «• A N z 7 SR' . » *7 k\ ’**** * X \ \ Mr?' ' MS kc —Ke" Lady Diana, "the cleanest sportswoman in England," and the Earl of Brancaster, konwn as the "Wicked Earl.’’ Scene from the play of “The Whip/* sition and rank isn’t a girl, and she real ly can't ride with the lads of my sta ble.” So Lady Diana, in the warm rebellion of youth, at the first trammeling appear ance of that convention which ultimately molds us all until we lose our little dis tinguishing essence and become as so many peas, was irritated by this abrupt separation from the things of her child hood. In Peevish Mood. Hence this finely strung, perhaps ordi narily too emotionless, young English woman took the highest and roughest of the obstacles in her course as she fol lowed in the wake of the Beverley hounds. For the hounds were not the features of a hunt, but merely put on one of their exercising expeditions, when to “keep their scent in” they were permitted to range for trails under the guidance of whins. One of the obstacles which Lady Diana took that morning was a stone fence that separated the lands of Falconhurst from the property of the Earl of Braneaster, in the midst of which stood the old stone tower, Ricvers. As her hunter cleared well with all fours the fencing and for a moment trespassed upon the lands of one regarded by the simple folk of York shire as ‘ the wicked earl,” the girl looked toward the rooky heights accentuated by the feudal tower, continuing to the eye the long ascent of stone upward. To her mood of the moment, while Ric vers appeared less barren and more the abode of a human being, still there was the sinister atmosphere of a place of ill omen, which was not decreased by an open window and the movement of a hanging at one of the casements in the more modern part of the structure. Even with the evidences of a home life about the tower —which there were nut — the place would have worn its air of sul len tragedy, its seeming appearance of a center radiating unwholesome forces. The Father’s Plan. Then as she cantered along over a level expanse skirting the eminence upon which Ricvers stood, and cast a glance upward occasionally, lAtdy Diana thought of what her grandfather had told her when site was a child. It was shortly after the death In the service of her father, ami the death of his comrade, .Robert, the Earl of Brancaster, in the same Indian engagement. Her father ami Brancaster, sire of the present Brancas ter, had planned that the little Diana and the young Hubert should unite 'the fortunes and lands of the two almost princely houses. But her father had been killed and his father, too. 'Phe young earl, without the repressing authority of a parent, had begun life as a boy with too much money and no sense of responsibility. His mother had died soon after he was born. Ho had not been a bad nature 1 lad, but as a little boy he had been precocious. What, under proper training, would have been clean, clear, pure sportsmanship as thorough as that of Lady Diana herself, became in him a mere gaming spirit. He gambled with nice observance of etiquette and of honor bur still he defied chance. As a result he got into the hands of the money lenders and what wasn't entailed was mortgaged There were women, too. in this young man’s life, but of these Lady Diana know nothing. But though they came and went, they never seemed to have penetrated to the core of the young Hubert to infect him with the virus of diseased imagina tion. The boy seemed asleep ami too good natured to put his house in order. His friends predicted that if he ever real ly aroused himself he would rid himself of them effectively, cleanly and finally. The Excited Jockeys. Dismissing the supposedly dissolute, young belted earl from her thoughts, Lady Diana came to the last fence which sep arated her from the glen in which the Falconsuhrst kennels ami stables stood. From the level plateau Immediately above the glen there floated down to her the shouts of the lads on the backs of the prides of the marquis’ stables. Beverh y had held the for-the-moment jockeys in stern repression; but the stimulating air, the vast tonic of nervous horseflesh be neath their knees and the thrill of mal motion could not keep the lads entirely silent. The fine tire of it all kindled Lady Di ana. In the light of her girlhood experi ences only such sounds as came to her from the Downs were needed to create pictures of the scenes above her. She know it. she loved it. She wanted to be again a part of it. in revolt at the things Hw sh»* dimly sensed as governors of het whole after life. Lady Diana set her vunt at the stifflj- railed fence before her. As the pack, scenting the fond waiting in the kennels, swept through the fence, Lady I Diana went over it. In midair she saw a picture, vividly and anxious!? I’ndtr the royal sak at an artist sketching, though far on one side the pack streamed through. So intent was he on his outline of the kennels and mushroomed stables that he gave no at tention to the hounds and apparently was not conscious of the approach hurtling through the air—of the lady on her pal frey. The original impetus of Lady Diana’s leap would have carried woman and horse squarely into the person of the artist. But the moment the girl had seen him a paralyzing inhibition had stayed the force of horse and girl almost in the air, and both lost their carrying power, making a very bungling finale of what had been originally a very fine movement. But as it was, the easel, made on the moment by the artist out of twigs and dead branches had been shattered by a movement of one of the hunter’s sleek legs, and, worse —an iron-shod hoof had made an ugly mark upon the artist’s left wrist, which had lain at rest on the moss while his right hand sketched. CHAPTER 11. The Art Critic. In a trembling hurry Lady Diana swung from the saddle. Her mount, disregarded, was allowed to amble away, and browsed without restraint. “Oh, I'm so sorry pray tell me that you're not hurt -severely,” she said, and raised her eyes to the stranger's face. She saw clean-cut features, black eyes with just a shade of amusement -of whim —ln them, though there must have been pain in the wrist and wavy, black hair The man was in rough tweeds, ami a cloth hat of his suit’s pattern lay a little way off. But from beneath and beyond the stran ger’s features, Lady Diana Sartoris got her impression of the man. There were sadness, wistfulness, a sense of the decay of a fine nature, the same look of trag edy that she had seemed to feel about the house on the hill. IBs hurt did not appear to concern him. Indeed, his whole being seemed de voted to a scrutinizing, an appraising of her. From her given little hat and her long green coat, he turned to note that cold perfection of her features, that fair chiseling which, with her perfect health and consequent confident poise, made this young woman at times seem to self centered, to well schooled. Without answering, the man stood watching* her. almost hungrily, yet with no repulsive effect, and very respectfully. The girl repeated her inquiry His Persiflage. "Not a bit.” he returned carelessly. “It was really very stupid of me not to have noticed a pack in ful cry for its kennel feeding and so inspiring an ob ject as their mistress.” He had covered his hurt with his hand kerchief and knotted and twisted 1L b< fore the girl could offer to minister to him. ‘‘Such absorption can only be excused in a very great artist, and such 1 assure you I van scarcely hope to be.” His dvprce.iting motion brought his open We wish to cal! your attention to the fact that most infectious diseas.-s, such as whooping cough, diphtheria and ’••car let fevc:. are contracted when the child has a cold. Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy will quickly cure a cold and greatly lessen the danger of contrac t -1 ing these diseases. This remedy is famous for its cures of colds. 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"And, ah, see, here's Dido!’" With a laugh the artist answered: “I’m glad it’s good enough to recog nize." “Oh, yes: hut she began and hesi tated. “All, yes—but,” laughed the stranger merrily. "1 draw a little myself, you know,” went on the girl, “and dogs and horses are rather my strong point.” There was no pride in her manner, only the sublime self-confidence of a Sarto ris of Yorkshire. She Knows Her Skill. “And you don’t think they’re mine,” the stranger said, amusement In his eye, but his voice perfectly serious. 1 don t say that," resumed the self confident girl, “but you see—it isn’t quite right. Look, just here the turn of the head.” Again there war ft Jovial light in the stranger’s smile. “Would you put it right for me?" Lady Diana caught the bridle of her LIGHT RUNNING TnAOL MASK RCOISTCACO Not sold under any other name. Buy direct and secure maker's advantages. We rent and repair, also make needles for all ma chines. Can save you money and trouble. 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TI,E liIMND A aw I*l fR*" "» olher Itiirof V It / W ynnt known, . ~. , , , I ' SOEB BY DRLGGISTS EVERYWHERE horse and strode toward the stable. “Come along, then,” she said imper sonally. “and we’ll see what w’e can do.” In rhe level bit of ground before the stables she was greeted kindly and affec tionately by hurrying stablemen, her ar rival having been announced in away by iho puck which, without requiring the guidance of the whips, had rushed to the feeding troughs. “Take my horse, one of you, will you? and some one bring out Dido." she or dered in a tone that seemed very gracious t<» the English about her, but would have jarred upon even an American waiter. A kennehnan carried out the hound in his arms ami deposited her near Diana. With the sketch book on her knee she indicated with her riding crop. Dido. ‘ Can you manage to hold her?” she asked. The stranger, taking the hound, seated himself on the corner of the stone bridge that spanned a little stream and was a link in the highway that ran by the c ables. "How's that?” he asked. To Remain Incognito. "Just a little more round." she re turned. “So! That's capital!” Then busied herself with her pencil. “Do you exhibit?” she asked, turning upon him for a second an oblique look, then another upon the drawing. "Very little," lie said, with marked hes itation. “Whose whose name am T to look for?” she Inquired, a trace of personal kindliness in her glance. “I’d rather not give my name—until I’ve done more for my reputation,” he said a trifle awkwardly and in some con cern. The personal touch faded from her man ner and she became again the self-cen tered, impregnable personality character istlc of the Englishwoman or man at will. “Oh, as you like.” she said. Then, holding out the sketch toward him, she went on: “There, look, how’s that?” “By Jove, it’s splendid. What magic you can work with just a touch or two,” he exclaimed. She made him a little bow, with some thing not hostile in it, and began quickly to turn the pages of the book. “Oh, you paint landscapes, too,” she salff: “and they’re very good, too That’s a delicious little bit, and that’s the spinny where we killed last fall and I got the brush. And, oh! the old half fortress — half tower sort of place. It looks as though It might be" She was looking toward the seat of the last Earl of Brancaster in the distance, dimly visible up the glen. “The Ricvers,” the stranger finished her sentence. “It is. Haven’t you ever been there?” “Nobody about here goes." returned Ijady Diana. “You see, it belongs to Lord Branraster, and he hardly ever visits it. though I’ve heard he’s here now. Did he give you permission to sketch it?” The stranger nodded. “The Wicked Earl.” “I shouldn’t have thought he would have had mnch sympathy with artists or art,” she said. “Why not?” he asked, his glance for the moment falling “His tastes are rather—er—notorious. I’m afraid he’s rather a by-word—about here. Even the county people call him ’The Wicked Earl.’ ” The thoughtless words of this young Englishwoman, w’ho was as yet too im mature to exercise a fine judging sense, aroused the artist and he went closer to the girl. Continued In Next Issue. Southern California affords more opportunities than any |H|I other area in the world. WHY? Because it has proven ita || possibilities in a thousand ways. The pioneer work is done, ffl The chances to follow proven lines are unlimited. The ea- j | aentials are: Climate, land, water, power, transportation | ffi and markets. Southern California has them all. 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