Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-07-19

11au ne reany ever tried to over
come this monster? Had he not wait
ed for the propitious moment (Which
you and know never comes) to
throw off this species from Hades?
1t is all very we'll, when you are old
and dried up, to turn to worries and
metals and precious stones; but when
a fellows young! You can't shake
hands with an ivory replica of the Tai
Mahal, nor exchange pleasantries with
q Mandarin's ring, nor yet contide joys
and ills into casket Of rare emer:
aids; indeed. they do but emphasize
ones loneliness. IF only he had had
q dog; but one can not carry dog
half way round the world and back, at
least not with comfort. What with
all these new-fangled quarantine laws,
duties, and fussy ships officers who
wouldn't let you keep the animal In
your state-room, travelling with four
footed friend was almost an lmpossi-
bility. To be sure, women With
poodles. i. And then, there was
the bitter Of acid in the knowledge
that no one ever came up to him and
slapped him on the shoulder with "a
Hello, George, old sport; what's the
good word?" for the simple fact that
his shoulder was always bristling with
spikes, born Of the fear that some one
Pm nf him
Perchance his mothers spirit, how
ering over him this evening, might
have been inclined to tears. For they
do say that the ghosts of the dear
ones are thus employed when We are
near to committing some folly, or to
exploring some forgotten chamber Of
Pandora's box, or worse still, when
that lady intends emptying the whole
contents down upon our unfortunate
heads. If 30 be, they were futile
tears; Percival Algernon had accom-
plished its deadly purpose.
Pandora? Well, then, for the bene-
fit Of the children. She was lady
who was an intimate friend of the
NEUROLOGICAL gods. They liked her ap.
pearance so well that they one dag
gave her box, casket, chest, or what
ever it was, to guard. BY some mar
velous method, known only OF gods,
they had got together all the trials
and tribulations OF mankind (and some
of the joys) and locked them up in
this casket. It was the Golden Age,
as you may surmise. You recall Eve
and the apple? Well, Pandora was a
forecast of Eve; she couldn't keep her
eyes off the latch, and at length her
hands-FataI curiosity! Whirr! And
everything has been at SKIES and at
sevens since that time. Pandora is
eternally recurring, now here, now
there; she is blonde sometimes, and
again She Is brunette; and you may
take 1t from George and me that there
is always something left in the casket.
George closed the book and consult
ed his sailing-list- In short time he
would leave for Port Said, thence to-
Naples, Christmas there, and home in
January. Business had been ripping.
He would be jolly glad to get homo
again, to renew his comradeship with
his treasures. And, by Jove! there
was one man who slapped him on the
shoulder, and he was no less a person
than the genial president Of the firm,
his fathers partner, at present his
cwn. If the old chap had had daugh-
ter now. And here one comes
at last to the bottom of the sack. He
had only one definite longing, a
healthy human longing, the only long
ing worth while in all this deep, wide,
round old top; to love woman and
by her be loved.
At exactly half after six the gentle
man with the reversible cuffs arrived;
and George missed his boat