Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-06-21

ali alone and I've never been there
| before
1T depends. said the girl, ION how
nicely you behave. I'll consider yo.T
application until we get there
Blinker took pains to provide
against the rejection of his appfi-
cation. He strove to please. He
learned she was 20. and her name was
Florence; that she trimmed hats in a
! millinery shop; that she lived in a
furnished room with her best chin
Ella, who was cashier in a shoe store;
and that a glass of milk from the
bottle on the window sill and an egg
that boils itself while you twist up
your hair makes breakfast good
enough for any one. Florence laughed
when she heard "Blinker."
WELL" she said, lit certainly shows
that you have imagination. 1t gives
the Smiths a chance or a little rest,
anyhow
They landed at Coney, and were
dashed on the crest of a great human
wave of mad pleasure-seekers into
the walks and avenues of fairyland
gone into vaudeville.
With a curious eye, critical mind
and fairly withheld judgment Bin
ker considered the temples, pagados
and kiosks of popularized delights.
Basket parties bumped him: sticky
children tumbled, bowling, under his
feet. candying his clothes. The pub
licity gentlemen with megaphones,
each before his own stupendous at
traction, roared like Niagara in his
ears. But what held Blinker in awful
fascination was the mob the multi
tude, the proletariat shrieking, strug-
Cling. hurrying, painting, hurting it.
self in incontinent frenzy, with I'M
abashed abandon, into the ridiculous
sham palaces of trumpery and tinsel
pleasures.
In the midst of his disgust he
turned and looked down at Florence
by his side. She was ready with her
quick smile and upturned happy
eyes, as bright and clear as the water
in trout pools. The eyes were saying
that they had the right to be shining
and happy, for was their owner not
with her (for the presently man, her
gentleman friend and holder of the
keys to the enchanted city of fun?
Blinker did not read her look ac-
curately, but by some miracle he sud-
denly saw Coney Alright.
He no longer saw a mass Of vul-
garians seeking gross joys. He now
looked clearly upon a hundred thou
sand true idealists. Counterfeit and
false though the garish joys of these
spangled temples were. he perceived
that deep under the gift surface they
offered saving to the restless human
heart. Here, at least was the husk
of Romance, the empty but shining
casque of Chivalry, the breath-catch-
ing though safe-guarded dip and
flight of Adventure, the magic carpet
that transports you to the realms of
fairyland, though it's journey be
through but a few poor yards of
space. He no longer saw rabble,
but his brothers seeking the ideal.
Almost humbled, Blinker rolled up
the shirt sleeves Of his mind and
Joined the idealists.
You are the lady DOCTOR" he said
to Florence. Flow shall we go about
doing this jolly conglomeration of
fairy tales, Incorporated"
1--WE will begin there said the
Princess, pointing to a fun pagoda
on the edge of the sea, "and we will
take them all in. one by one
They caught the 8 o'clock return
Ing boat and sat, filled with pleas
ant fatigue against the rail in the
bow, listening to the Italians fiddle