The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1907-08-28

THE SPELL OF THE MAUI.
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table Her Majesty opened 1t with
an air of distaste.
Here, for instance" she said, "ls
charming article for Sunday morn
ing reading, Eleven Ways TO klll
| Cockroaches.
"One way would seem to Ie suil-
cient," mused the Boy.
Then comes an illustrated discus
sion of methods to rid the compile zion
of impurities called blackheads.
Ugh!"
1T is clean literature, at all
| events" reflected the BOY.
But not elevating, you'll admit"
went on Her Majesty. The Jollier
seems to run to the insect world to-
day. Here is a half column on the
subject of bugs in cereal foods"
ut does sound bit erawly, that's
a fact" admitted the Boy.
"Then, right in the middle of all
this positively nauseating matter, are
recipes for the making of luncheon
dishes. Cant you see how hideous
1t all is-how exquisitely vulgar? 1t
is mass of unpleasant ideas placed
in repulsive association with The sub
ject of food"
Women don't care to read serious
stuff" said the Boy; they like to
read about other women's moles and
freckles and bleached hair and in
growing eyelids, even If they don't
have 'em themselves"
I'VE want something better than
soup bones, blackheads and bugs all
in a bouquet" said Her Majesty.
The men who get out these things
have an idea that women have 10
soul above buttons"
"Or bugs" said the Boy.
1T is quite true we are frivolous
we know we are frivolous. Men
are never frivolous, they are foolish.
But they don't know it."
"Oh, give overt give oyer!" said
the Boy.
Thousands of copies of this pare
so out over the country today rep
resenting American womanhood. it
is Journalistic INSULT.
Her Majesty seemed almost OH the
verge of tears. The Boy watched her
narrowly. Tell me-" said he, when
did you begin this serious line of
thought? You showed none of these
symptoms when left Daisyhurst last
week"
Since then my soul has awak-
ened," said Her Majesty, looking
deeply into the eyes of the Boy
THE day after you left a Hindu lee
turer came to the inn and gave one
of his wonderful talks on the soul
He was a dreamy-eyed, tall, silent
man and wore white turDan."
"Ah." said the boy, interestedly.
"Well, you know what those Daisy.
hurst women are. They Immediately
surrounded him with all sorts OF
silly chatter, and wanted his auto
graph and his photograph. He
treated them as though they were
children.
Il went out on the piazza. didn't
: care to mix with them at all. hat
: on my blue chiffon gown, and 4
white lace hat, and the Majji notlced
he told me afterward, that | WASH
like the others"
Who told you?" asked the Boy.
"Maiji. That was his name. Tn,
others called him Mr.. Majji, but h,
explained to me that was silly. II
his own country he said he was ;
2 Maharajah or an Ahkoond or some
| thing. He introduced himself 10 m,
t and asked me to stroll with hill to
ward the ocean"
, "Oh, he did," said the Boy.
l "Of course, this made those cat
l jealous, to begin with. They wer
: simply furious,"
DO you mean to say that yo,
p went?" asked the Boy.
e why, OF coursel He was a stran
GER"
1 "Yes-that's just it."
But he isn't like other men! II
y is Hindu priest. And he has beau
!. tiful ideas. He said that when h
: looked in my eyes he could see M
J. soul smiling at him in recognition
r He said we had known each other
thousand years ago."
Dear me-" said the Boy.
= His theories of life are very beau
k tiful. The only thing that reall
= matters are soul transitions. An
n look here." She stretched one han
e across the table with the pink pail
upward.
e Just look at that faint star M
der the life line. That indicates tha
e the real romance of my life hasn
a yet unfolded. 1t is to sweep ME ava
l. like a, mighty wave."
n Great Scott!" said the Boy
n does Mali look like a, fightin
MANI"