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BY REX iE GODS EO prosperous Chinese , announces _sually it was crowded: in the tea garden an American orchestra ; layed y|in a fluted ivory and gold and sheil and the patrons danced on a smooth' stone floor laid level with the gras. Tables were set thickly under the 29%: | trees and around five o'clock when the : Sam. oy etting him expelled place was thronged it was extremely gay and colorful. Sam came early and secured a 2ood Sam | table, for it peeved Alanna to be any- where except in the very centre of ©| things, and as he waited for her Le s| noted a phenomenon which amused CHAPTER XVHI.--(Cont'd.) 1 think you ought to know," said Alice. "Sam was expelled." "What for?" , i "Over a girl. It was in the paper and you must have read it if you were in New York at the time." "Possibly I did. I don't even re- member what they said about me, but # was scandalous. I hope you didn't come here to tell me that Sam was a college cut-up. That's mothing _ against him." "No, I didn't come here to tell you that, except as a part--" "A part of what?" "Well, I have some newspaper clip pings, I thought--" "Don't show them to me," Wagner said indifferently. "Now, let's under- stand each other. I'm a business man and I talk plainly; cut corners. "What have you got on him?" "Why--nothing. It isn't that. We were awfully good friends--He--well, de asked me to marry him. He did, really." * "1 see. And you have his letters, Very well, I'll consider a proposition. My daughter has made up her mind and there's no stopping her. Those Jetters are worth as much to me as 'to a newspaper. What's the figure?" The caller was both offended and indignant, Her eyes widened, her face grew white. "I'm no Dblack- mailer," she protested. 'You're iv- sulting. 'I read in the papers that he was engaged to your daughter and 'about his winning a fortune at the Casino and being so, popular and everything-- 'Western heiress to millions engaged to prominent young American.' It made me laugh." Wagner was eyeing Miss Hart with alert intensity now. "Yes? Well-- make me laugh, What's funny about bd "Pll show you--" With shaking bands the speaker ripped open her purse, seized a bundle of folded clip- pings and tossed them into Wagner's lap. "There's your 'prominent young American,' your future son-in-law. Maybe you know all about him and maybe you don't." : man adjusted his glasses, un- folded the clippings, then his expres- sion changed. He stared open-mouthed at what he saw: his hands began to tremble. "Lee Ying, wealthy Mott Street merchant." "Palace of Imper- ial Bounty." "Scandal at Eastern Uni- versity." There were pictures of a doll-faced girl and of Sam: sensation- al headlines; but Wagner did not read much of the story. He had no interest in it. He shot a few searching questions at his caller, then he put the clippings in his pocket, rose and tramped about the room, perspiring profusely. Afier a while he paused and looked Miss Hart over from head to foot in a manner that caused her to flush and #0 pale. "You sdy you were engaged to this Chinaman?" "I said he asked me to marry him." "Humph!" The man's lips curled. "Exactly. And he's paying your way in Paris. . . . Just why, may I ask, did you decide to come here--and give me this %rveat?" "That's my business, I--imagined you'd like to know the truth--" "Yes, of course, 1 don't happen to ike your business, that's all. A mere personal whim. Well, miss, if you have no use for these clippings, I'd ke to keep them. And now--I think 'd. better ieave. You'll find t}e on your: left as you go dowa him considerably. Of course, he knew comparatively few of the many visi- tors to this resort and those he did know were recent acquaintances; nevertheless it seemed as if every- body knew him. Those he had met tool: pains to bow to him and to smile in a cordial manner, others eyed him and spoke to each other significantly. What curiosity: wha: mammon wor- ship, he reflected. Any recipient 'of Alanna Wagner's favor, by reason of her father's wealth and prominence, became at once a celebrity. In spite jenced an agreeable thrill at his good fortune, What a queer prank of Zate it was! how odd that he should ex- perience this evidence of celestial fa- vor. It staggered him and he wondac- ed if he would be able to live up to it with befitting dignity. Yesterday a ragged toiler in the bowels of a cattle ship, today the envy of Europe's most fashionable watering place Truly, a man's destiny is inevitable. Well, the auguries at his birth had foretold great riches and much luck and his star was certainly in the heavens now: his charms were potent. Alanna was almost up to the table before he saw her and rose to "is feet, and he resented the fact that he had been so unobservant: it robbed him of a precious, breathless morent of anticipation. How lithe and free, how swift and purposeful she wns, Always in a hurry. Life for her ran furiously and she rode it like a surf- rider balanced upon the crest of a wave. Where others wallowed she fung herself forward with a resist- less rush. She wore the same dress she had worn that morning at the beach: it was the first time Sam had ever seen her twice in the same costume and he assumed she had changed her mind aout dancing. She carried a swagger stick under her arm or what looked like one--in reality i: was a leather riding crop--her face was stormy, against its underlying pallor her tan stood out curiously. It was like a thin brown veil beneath which her agitation was visible. She came towards Sam like an ar- row and when their eyes met he stiff- ened, a dreadful premonition smote him. He turned suddenly sick--the feeling was all too familiar, a wrethe- ed, humble eringing of the soul. And he read her expression correctly, for he had beheld it many times on many other faces, as, for instance, on that night in the roadhouse with Alice Hart and her friends, Usually it was masked, people tried to conceal it, hut not Alanna. Like a flimsy garment all Sam's confidence, all his recent pride was snatched away from him and he stood naked. The girl was saying something to him in a fierce, hoarse, accusing voices: never had a woman Leen in such an insane, such a deadly rage. Sam did not understand her words, for his ears were roaring, the ground was sway- ing under his feet. He gripped the iron garden chair from which he had arisen and held himself erect against the tempest. He uttered no sound, for something clutched his throat: an- other ruthless hand closed down upon his heart and stopped its beating. He felt as if he were dying. Alanna's accusation came like a burst of flame, it scorched and wither- ed. The scene was brief, the actors held their tableau only for a moment; but that was ample to attract atten- tion, The hum of conversation ceased, people nearby turned strained and startled faces vver their shoulders, some of them rose. Through the sil- ence Alanna's passionate voice cut like a knife and listeners heard her cry: "You rotten yellow cur! You China-~ man!" There was a gasp, a commotion. A woman at an adjoining table uttered i 'a thin seream, for with her last words : raised her riding crop and slashed Sam with it. She was in a frenzy: she struck him not once, but an exhibition so incredibly so fantastic, so unbelievable the onlookers; BY J. HILARY GARRATT of his cynical amusement Sam exper-;~ Two faces, one above the other, smiled simultaneously in the hair- dresser's mirror. "Mademoiselle," said the hairdress- er, Jules Lafontaine, &8 he stood back and admired his handiwork upon the fair head of his prettiest customer, "now you look exquisite." "Splendid, Jules. That will be five shillings, I suppose? And really--" The customer, whom Jules knew only as Betty, for all her fellow shop. girls called her that, sprang up and took 'a brief look into the glass." "I really think, if you will allow me---" "No, not from you young ladies who are in shops," said Jules depre- catingly. "As they say in the famous ten-establishments, tnere are no te-ps. Miss Betty, you give me more by your kindly patronage of this shop. If the day is dull and the poor coiffurist is also dull, Miss Betty arrive, and the day is bright." "Terribly flattering of you, Jules. But haven't you," she said archly, "told me about a certain Henriette?" "Henriette? Ah, she is French, and therefore is not romantic. She is p-r-ractical. When I devise the shop, she work the thing out to a halfpenny. She know what I must spend, she see what will be the sm:.ll return, for at first I must work for the poor but discerning customers. I have the genius, the art; Henriette, she have 'he hard eye for the money. She.is good for me, Henriette, but--" "I can't listen to any more of your family history," laughed Betty. "May your shadow never grow less, and," as in turning she knocked down an ex- pensive box of powder from a fixture, "may your shop grow bigger." Jules had indeed a box of a shop, but it represented his first definite step towards independence. "A kiosk," as Betty had once put it, "on Success Avenue." Jules really understood hair, and he understood you. The rent of this little box of a place in Pixie Street, in the purlieus of Bond Street, was two hundred and fifty pounds a year, He lived on ten shillings a week himself, having a tiny room above his shop, It was a ques- tion of getting tho great to patronize ic--the really great. A visit from Royalty was the greal dream of Jules. Like many of vs, he clung on to a dream. He was day-dreanting at that mo- ment just after Betty had gone, for uw: woke up with a start when a rau- cous voice shouted into the shop "Paper, sir?" "Eh?" said Jules. ed and walked away with her head high, and her eyes flashing. A clatter of voices arose, men spoke to Sam but he did not understand what they said. They were shocked, astounded: plain- 1y, however, they assumed that he had warranted his chastisement. There was quite a hubbub but nobody offered | him more than perfunctory assistance. tion the shop of Jules? Ask her, por. (To be continued.) awe "Weeners?" said ously. Bu smile; in \ Loy looked rather appealing. bought a pa) = thematical ¢ sat down and | Were immedia graph: known by he; charming magazines, A travelling incognito as the Duchess ful women in Europe, and since her most remarkable feature." "She," said Jules, "is coming England!" thé paragraph. tainment of thirty-nine years. was a glorious woman, and even was noticeable. "If 1 could only get the Queen sighed Jules, almost in an agony tablishment!" aloud and taken quite two strides. " : bis fc bi into a te of his voice, the Jules 2 Passing at one stride into the ma- of the apartment, he to read. His eyes arrested by a para- QUEEN OF] REN [GARIA COM- Ny NGLAND., . "The Queen of Berengaria, better udonym of Olla Van- na, under which she has made some contributicns to English arrives at Dover today, Villefranche, She will stay with hor school friend, the Countess of Craigie, at her town house in Belgrave Square, Her Majesty is one of the most beauti- child the glory of her hair has been A great enthusiasm lit his eyes, and he gazed with the rapture of a wor- shipper at the photograph given above Dignity and beauty She the photograph the beauty of her heir Berengaria to come 'o this shop, only once, to have her hair dressed by me," professional longing, "then, indeed, all the great English ladies would follow in her wake, and I would become, not a shop, not a coiffurist's--but an es- In his enthusiasm he had spoken doing so he nearly collided with Betty. "An establishment, eh, Jules?" ghe toil de, Jules mas scrap of paper, whicl she. = coming to your. three o'clock.~--B. Jules, in his ext: aberration, nearly. ¢ ome! . o'clock now, and Jules shop and spend his 1 making his tiny pl.ce for Royalty as possible. of said Jules, a and locked. the, At two-thi to| And now Jules stood, arrive, Queen are proverbially half-hour Jules. in undertake that afternoon. f his patient yigil was rewarded by th 0 the tiny shop in Pixie Street. of | Two ladies stepped from a li later, when he had just head of an almost con- sight of a chauffeur in an unobtrusive, yet noble car, bearing down towards rdinary mental his.own nose | ° with the tongs! - The moment had |: Fortunately, it was nearly one could close his n-iime in | "habitable | "An angel--an angel is, Bettyl"| He finished packing the last curl on| the head of the unimportant blonde doors, the place was ready. 0 rod-like, at the door, waiting for the gueen to < ; late, and the ted to wait proo- ably extended. .One os two usual cus- only had been added by her recent at- | tomers came, but Jules waved them off as though hairdressing were the last thing in the world he expected to But at last 0 Queen of Berengaria. less. In helpful. They found seats. Jules bowed low, and was spee~h- Fortunately he had enough chairs. The ladies-in-waiting were really very Looking said, with that look of sudden sun- 1 ine on her face. She was breathing a little quickly, having evidently haa- tened to the shop. "I think I left a letter over there. It was on top of that box of powder that I knocked down when I tried "o turn round here --you remember? Ah, herp it is! round to see that ine adies-in-waiting were accommodated, again to find that Her Majesty nad arranged herself in the chair in the most natural manner in the worid. It seemsd that even queens could teke a seat in a hairdresser's shop withcut 'urned Jules, you have been slacking. picked up my letter." dressed. of course." this letter is about her. to our shop tomorrow--the queen." speak to her?" heaps, you know." 1 haps, to come here--to one who, shovel x Orange Time In Africa You have not swept up, you have not even "Ah, Mademoiselle Betty," added Jules, "I have been reading the paper, and since I read it I see only one thing--the Queen of Berengaria, she with the so-wonderful hair, come here tomorrow, and, oh, that she would come to my shop to have her hair It is hopeless to think of, "The Queen of Berengaria? Why, It is from-- a customer, saying she will be coming "Your shop? Amnd--and you will "Of course--or--or, well, perhaps. 1 remember now," Betty went on, re- garding him with those steady, cap- able cobalt-blue eyes of hers, "that you de not know where my shop is. It is quite well known. Queens and people | come and drape themselves round in "4And," Jules cried, "you could men- making a fuss about it. lady's instructions. The work beyan. expressed havself as charms'-- was made. of his success, to share il, Henriette! idly. ping out of his shop! shop after having her hair dressed." end dropped the paper with alarm in her eyes. queen and a young and underneath was printed: the Lady Betty Selden, that... The glorious head of hair was be- fore him. Jules bent to take the sweet . How it finished Jules did not know. All he knew was that he found himself that evening reading a late edition of a London evening newspaper in a cafe exclusively French. - The Queen hud ah He had made one momentous. deci sion--he would ask Betty, the author A fig for Jules turned over the newspaper Behold, there was a photo of his royal patron of the afternoon step- "The Queen of Berengaria,". said the caption, "leaves a Pixie Street He turned over to the back pages perhaps there would be some other picture of the Queen of Berengaria. Surely there was." And Jules looked, a gasp, so that Madame of the restaurant, an old friend of his, hastened to him with With agony in his res, Jule was os Ae pre "The Queen of Berengaria shopping in London today with her young friend, "That girl, that beautiful English girl," declared Jules, "she come to my ; 1] av, I ean her Beli: TR | sen queen ¢ + + 3 think, upholstered like a drawing room. There followed them a being of un- mistakable face and queenly pose---tlie a -- This queer bird 1s a "turken," 3 hybrid between san Austrian white turkey and a Rhode Jsland Red hen. The experiment was conducted at De Paul Upiversity, Chicago. 3 London.--Visitors from north of Tweed who pass the recruiting office in Whitehall have been somewhat startled by three new posters which read: "Smart ment wanted for the Grena- diers." "Smart men wanted for the Welsh Guards." : "Scotchmen wanted for the Scots Guards." The visitors from the North doesn't know whether this means one doesn't 'have to be smart to be a member of the Scots Guards or whether it is just | taken for granted all, Scotsmen are smart. PUSHSRESISEIED SN Love Lights the Fire Love lights his fire to burn my Past-- There goes the house where I was Fe vermis r a4 | And even Friendship--Love declares-- 'Must feed his precious flames and burn. 1 stuffed my lite with odds'and ends; Bu much joy can Knowledge give? . 3 The World my guide, I lived to Jearn; | From Love, alone, I learn to live, --W. H. Davies. | Lady Oxtora (Margot ~ |to Ludwig: . RY Asquith) -- "I have no face at all. It's only two profiles pasted together." ¥ Lloyd George, at his country home, io outside London--to Ludwig: wiand this' sald he, '4s the Poin- care room,' showling me its fine wood panelling, 'I wrote an article about him, and was so well paid for it that I had this room panelled out of the proceeds." ; Ld - * This is the postscript to a letter, written in 1905, by William iL, of Germany, to his Chancellor, Prince von Bulow -- printed in the second volume of von Bulow's Memoirs: op, 8, 1 appeal to your friendship for me, and do not let me hear any more of your intention to retire Wire me, after this letter the words #All right! and I shall know you will _ stay! For the morning after your request for resignation had been re- ceived would find your Emporer alive no longer. Think of my wife and children, W." . Ld . * Josef Joachim, great virtuoso of other days and a delightful person ality, told Prince von ' Bulow , once how he tried to skate one winter at an ice rink in Berlin. When he. had fallen flat on his face a few times, the skating rink attendant said «with la good:humored smile: , "Well, well, Herr Professor, skate jng isn't so easy, you see, as playing the fiddle." LI \ The origin of the phrase "Black Maria" -- a patrol ~ wagon used to carry prisoners to prison --- Says Godfrey Irwin (in "American Tramp and Underworld Slang" an extra ordinary book) is this: A negress, one Maria, once kept a sailors' boarding house on the Boston water front, and was a terror to her boarders from her size and temper. When sailors rioting along the docks became too much for the . | police, they set up the call for Black Maria, . * * Ld . Blissful ignorance "is. perhaps the best basis for meeting eminent men, says William Gerhardi, the noyelist, in his bubbling reminiscences: "Me moirs of a Polyglot." And Gerhardi ought to. know for he has met, plenty. There was the time his friend, Lord Beaverbrook, introduced him to Lloyd George, for instance. #This is Mr. Lloyd George," sald Beaverbrook. "To, make Lloyd George interest. ed," relates Gerhardi, "Lord Beaver brook asked me, had I written about him -- mo; had I mentioned him in my books--no; had 1 reflected upon him profoundly -- no; had I No. Mr, Lloyd -George looked down OB ;{the, floor and sald, sepulchrally. "That's done it!" Family Likened + tom Laboratory. New York--Dr. John E. Andersor {of the the University of Michigan, speaking. recently on; the training of children, declared the modern family : was measured by the manenr in which children were prepared for contacts with the outside world. : "The family is looked upon as on stitution that succeeds or fails in 89 tar as it views itself as the social J&- boratory of childhood," he sald. to others