Little Talks by
Beatrice Fairfax
* The old gentleman In the buff
waistcoat, flecked with red, an
nounced to his guests that he never
Intended to grow old. The state
ment Interested me—he was the old
est lpoking person I had ever seen.
The party of which he was plainly
the host occupied a table next the
one where I sat In a big fashionable
hotel where noise is apt to pass as
gayety, clothes for beauty, and the
influence of wine for wit.
His guests might have been his
grandchildren—they consisted of a
"short-time" vaudeville lady and her
dancing partner, a young woman
who breeds toy-dogs, a gentleman
jockey of sorts—part gentleman,
part jockey. A boy-about-town, a
girl from Greenwich Village with
cropped hair and a colossal appetite
and a lady with the face of a vulture,
antecedents and history unknown.
None of the motley company—
dining at his expense—challenged
his statement, but he repeated it, I
like a child crying in the dark: "I'm I
not afraid! No, I'm not afraid of
the dark!"
The guests smiled assent; the poor
old dotard had been lavish with his
hospitality, the least they could do
was to humor his delusion. Presently
the old man drew out his wallet —a
big apoplectic affair, highly polished
by much slipping in and out of his
pocket.
The waiter had not presented his
bill, indeed he was nowhere in sight,
but the gesture of reaching for the
wallet had become automatic with
the old gentleman in the buff waist
coat shot with scarlet. His purse
was his wishing cap, so when he
repeated the greatest of all his de
sires—not to grow old—uncon
sciously he took out his purse.
You Can't "Tip" Time
But he couldn't "tip" time. Al
ready the grim figure with the
Hcythe seemed to be waiting with his
account at the old man's elbow.
Selfishly, I hoped "it" would not
happen there, at the table next mine.
In imagination 1 saw the little Hurry
that the passing of the old moth
would bring about. He would col
lapse, fall, there would be confusion,
the waiters would carry him out and
the band would play its liveliest
music, in the loudest tones, to hide
the momentary disorder. And in a
moment or two everyone would be
eating and drinking as usual.
But "it" did not happen there, I
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am thankful to say. He was babbling] ]
to the Greenwich Village girl that he
was as young as she. And she was I
rolling her eyes wickedly at the com- 1
pany, then bringing them back to
that withered old face with the <
pouched sacs under the eyes and the
dropping jaw with a mockery that
would never have deceived a young
er man.
I took stock of the youth he con
tinued to talk of. It consisted of
clothes, hair dye and a grotesque
levity of manner. What was left
of him, outside this inventory, was
crumbling with age of the most re
pulsive sort, age that through long,
selfish years had put away nothing |
worth while.
He had tried to keep young from ;
without, rather than from the soul |
within. He put dye on the outside j
of his scalp, but the brain within,
was starved. The jauntiness of the i
buff waistcoat, shot with scarlet, j
made the vacant old face about it
more like parchment. And the poor
old feet in the tight patent leather
shoes must have • ached beyond
words.
Tlic Bad Influence of the Wallet j
The fatal thing about the old |
man was the big shining wallet j
with which he had always paid his J
way. There had never been a time j
since he came into his money that •
he could not command the paid I
smiles, the paid assent to any |
statement—no matter how foolish— j
from such a company as he had j
gathered about him to-night.
He had always paid the bills,
the others ate and agreed. He sat
there a miserable refutation of the
statement "All men are born equal." |
He had been born with a handicap j
—the handicap of too much money. |
It had weighed him down, kept
him from taking the hurdles of life.
Eventually, he had dropped out of
the race, compromised and agreed
to call the whole of life a picnic.
His face had grown to be the face
of the dishevelled, picnicker, after a
long, hard day in which there had
been too much unwholesome food,
too much rag-time fun, too much
promiscuous company—and starva
tion |for heart and mind.
The old man and his guests fin
ished their meal. Toward the end
of it the latter could hardly conceal
their humor at the old man's ex
pense. The waiter • pocketed his
huge "tip" with a smirk, the pay
j as-you-enter host put away the
' big, shiny leather wallet. No one
iin the world cared a snap of the
I fingers about him—poor, desolate
i old bore with too much money. As
he left the diningroom the last
i thing I heard him say was: "I
j never intend to get old—l never in
i tend to get old!" Already he was
older than Methusaleh, but he didn't
know it.
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THEFOUR OFHEARTS
A SERIAL OF YOLTH AND ROMANCE
By VIRGINIA VAN DE WATER
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Copyright, 1918, Star Co.
y "It might be wise to knock or
rattle the knob," Milton suggested
laughingly, as he and Cynthia
paused outside the drawing room
door.
"Come in!" Dora called, in answer
to their knock.
She ran forward as the pair en
tered and threw her arms around
her cousin's neck.
"Oh, Cyn!" she exclaimed, "I am
so happy! Gerald and I are en
gaged. Say you are pleased, dear!" |
"Of course I am pleased!" Cyn-1
thia assured her, kissing her, "Why,
Honey, you look like your own
cheerful self again. It does me good
just to see the change in you."
"That's because I am so happy,"
Dora declared.
Cynthia turned to where the two
men were shaking hands warmly.
"Gerald, I am so glad for you and
Dora," she said.
Gerald took her hand in his and
smiled - down at her. "You certainly
seem mighty glad, Cynthia," he re
marked.
She flushed hotly at the tone, and
Dora pounced upon her.
"Cyn! What has happened? You
say I look happy. Why, you look
positively radiant, as if some beau
tiful thing had happened!"
"A beautiful thing has happened,"
Cynthia said in a low voice.
The minutes flew past as the four
talked eagerly, explaining all the
past, full of hope for the future.
Dora insisted on confessing to Cyn
thia her actions on the afternoon
on which she had sent her cousin
into the library to see Gerald and
Cynthia showed her lack of vanity
by laughing heartily at the recital.
"Just think what we all have es
caped!'' Dora exclaimed.
"You are not a bit complimentary,
Dora," Milton teased. "But I for
give you. Since Cynthia approves
of me nothing else matters."
"Yes. something else does matter,"
Gerald said suddenly. "We have to
break the news to Mr. and Mrs.
Livingstone."
"Oh!" Dora groaned. "I had ac
tually forgotten it for awhile."
"I hadn't," Milton remarked. "But
I did not want to talk of it. Now
that Stewart has broached the sub
ject, I suppose we've got to face it
squarely."
Father on the Scene
"Hark!" Dora cautioned, as the
sound of a latch-key was heard in
the front door. "Here comes father!"
When Mr. Livingstone parted the
portieres of the drawing-room, he
found Dora sitting near Cynthia,
chatting unconcernedly, while the
two men stood at a polite distance,
discussing politics.
"Good evening!" the elderly man
greeted the quartet. "What have
you all been doing with yourselves
this evening? Talking over wed
ding plans, I suppose?"
"Yes," Milton answered, "talking
over wedding plans."
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to the end.
Dora giggled, and her father
glanced at her, then smiled. "Well,
daughter, your headache of yester
day has disappeared, hasn't it? You
seem very well again."
very well again," the girl
admitted.
"I'll go on upstairs and leave you
youngsters to yourselves," the host
said. "Good night!"
"Oh, dear!" Cynthia sighed when
he had gone. "I feel like a wretch
and a hypocrite! And to think how
he and Aunt Amanda have set their
hearts upon a double-wedding!"
Dora sprang to her feet as a sud
den thought struck her,
"I have it!" she exclaimed. "We'll
have that double-wedding! Only
there will be an exchange of bride
grooms. Oh," catching Cynthia by
the waist and whirling her around
in a frenzied dance, "isn't that an
inspiration? A surprise wedding!
I declare you three look as if you
had lost your breaths and never
expected to capture them again!
Now sit down all of you and let's
talk sense."
Her plan was quickly unfolded,
j Nobody was told of the scheme
until a day or two before the wed
ding. Then the minister was to be
taken into confidence.
"He'll hold his tongue," Dora af
firmed. "Ministers have to learn to
do that, you know." w
It had been arranged weeks ago
that there were to be no brides
maids. Dora and Cynthia were to
walk up the church aisle together,
preceded by the ushers. Mr. Liv.
ingstone was to give both girls
away at the altar.
"But," Cynthia objected, "Uncle
will have to be told about it it be
forehand."
A New Point of View
Dora shook her head. "Not long
beforehand," she insisted. "I my
self will tell him the night before."
"No," GeralH contradicted, "I will
tell him all about it, Dora."
"I am the one to do it," Milton
insisted.
"Why don't you both tell him!"
Cynthia suggested. "Then you can
both share his disapproval. But,"
hesitatingly, "as he is paying for
my wedding, it seems a dreadful
thing for me to deceive him in this
way."
"When we talked together about
the matter of his paying for your
wedding, Cynthia," Gerald reminded
her, "you said it would be quite just
for him to do so."
The girl was silent for a moment.
She was thinking of what Darius
Blake had said. She remembered
the fortune that should have been
her mother's, which would have
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been hers had it not been for Step
hen Livingstone's sharp practice.
"Yes," she admitted musingly, "it
is perhaps all right that he should
pay. I will try not to worry about
it."
"But," Milton asked with a
feigned shiver, "who's ging to tell
Mrs. Livingstone?"
Dora spoke up promptly. "Let
father do that," she said. "You
men can break the news to him. He
must break it to mother."
To which excellent suggestion
there was not a dissenting voice.
(To Be Continued.
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U. S. Has a Million
Soldiers "Over There;"
to Reach British Mark
Chicaicro, May 31. —Senator James
Hamilton Lewis said in a speech
here yesterday that the United States
now has 1,000,000 soldiers in for
eign lands, and that by December
1 it will be numerically equal to that
of England.
The ordnance department hos
spent, he said, $176,000,000 for i>ro-
Jectiles, and 75,000,000 projectiles
are on their way to Pershing. One
thousand rifles are being manufac
tured daily, and 3,500,000,000 rounds
•>f small-arm ammunition has bean
contracted for. Last month, he said,
we produced 275,000,000 rounds. He
placed the machine guns contracted
for at 350,000, and added that 100.-
000 have been delivered. By July 1,
he added, "we shall be producing
18,000 a month."
The American Navy, the speaker
added, has climbed from fourth to
second position among the world's
fleets. We have 150 warships in Eu
ropean waters, and fifty others of a
war character. There are 400,000
men in the Navy, and by October 1
thero will be half a million, he ex
plained.
DROWSED IIV VIRGINIA RIVER
Markelville. Pa., May 31. Funeral
services were held on Tuesday at the
Markelville Lutheran Church f6r
John L. Hutchinson, of Markelville,
who was drowned in a river while
swimming at Leesburg, Va., where he
had gone just three weeks before for
employment as a monotypist. Burial
was made in the Markelville Ceme
tery. Hutchinson is survived by his
wife, three children, his mother and
one sister.
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