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The Washington herald., 1914-01-11
THE CONSOLATION PRIZE

glowing accounts Of the afternoons
pleasure. During the confusion Gail
| slipped away-the little left-out feeling
again returning. Now that more attrac-
| tive girls had come, she was no longer
needed-or wanted! She had noticed
the sight of Edith's glowing face, and
that Of pretty Lucy Bowers. another
charming guest
"Will 1t always be like this, / wonder?
Shall I just fill in chinks left by more
fortunate people? Why is it-why?" She
knew of many girls who were really
much palmer than she, who had many at
tentions and good times.
Thus the old order was resumed and
continued until the close of the house
party, which came the following Satur-
day.
"We'n all meet again this spring. I
hope, when i have my picture exhibit.
PA send every one invitations" declared
Reynold in his pleasant, cordial way.
Accordingly, the following April, all
those who were among the guests at Mrs.
Creder's house party, received the COW
eted cards. Mrs. Creder invited her nieces
to stay with her that week. The evening
before the exhibit, she came into their
room. her face abeam, and in her hand
the evening paper.
Read" she cried triumphantly. spread
ing It out before Edith.
There was a notice Of Mr.. Bertram
Reynolds famous annual exhibit of pic
lures which was to take place the next
day. Near the close the article said
The cream of the collection is said to be
an unusual picture called Sympathy"
and the original is rumored to be a GER
tain beautiful niece of a well-known So
ciety leader az whose house Reynold was
entertained last winter"
"Of course, Edith, it's that picture he
painted Of you in your mauve silk gown
as you stood among the ferns. I thought
from the first that was the most artistic
pose he secured"
He was so queer about not wanting
any one to see his work after II was once
started. A genius is always peculiar. ri
don't know whether I could really care
for one or not" She gave conscious
little laugh.
Nevertheless. it was evident to Gail
that Edith was highly nattered to be the
central figure in famous picture. Many
of their friends dropped in that evening
and laughingly alluded to the press no
tice. Every one was convinced it was as
Mrs. Creder said. and Edith received
much good-natured banter.
Through 1t all Gail watched in silent
wonder that she should be 80 blinded by
the surface honor a. to lose sight Of the
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By ELLA M. BANGS

years best sellers>> and make the nams
of its author familiar from the Atlanti,
to the Pacific.
About this time he was invited to make
one of a house party given by a society
leader at her country place. A half hour
after his arrival at Summer Acres, WILL
fred, standing near an open window in
his room, heard voices just below on the
piazza
who do you think is to be a guest
here?" asked a feminine voice.
I've no idea" another voice equally
feminine, but more musical returned.
Has Mrs. Grafton inveigled a star Of
the first magnitude?'
Something like it." was the response,
''for this is no less a parsonage than Willy
fred Hunter, the author
Possible? So we will all soon be on
the Highway OF Fate. if not already
there" laughed the other.
Yes, and IL he Is as good looking as
his pictures, look out for your heart.
Evelyn, for 1 suppose you have one
somewhere"
Il assure you have, and it's in the
right place. too"
Wilfred started. Evelyn? That name
belonged to the little golden-haired fairy
of his humble youth Was this she?
A little later his query was answered
when he was presented to Miss Evelyn
Ware. and fer the present he was glad to
remember that on that far-off day, he
had not mentioned his own name She
Lad not cared TO know it. The dainty
beauty of the child had lost nothing
since the time OF their first meeting, In
deed, even added charms appeared to his
eyes as their acquaintance progressed
One day while they We're walking to-
gether. the young man asked:
Would you think me insuferably ego
tistical, Miss Ware. II I told you the out
line of a little story have in mind?"
"On the contrary. Mr.. Hunter. should
feel deeply fattered." was the response.
Accordingly the man began. He de-
scribed himself as he had been sixteen
years ago, poor. unknown. and alone, Of
his stopping in his weary journey for a
drink of water which was given him by
a golden-haired. hammock-swinging little
girl in white gown. and who to her 9TH
er kindnesses had added a piece of Gus
tard pie.
As the story progressed the girls face
had been a study. flushing, paling, and
flushing again. until. as he paused. with
a quick motion she placed her hand on
his arm with the eager query:
Are you-Bobby Shafto?''
Yes" as his hand closed over hers.
"and I have come back-As ~ I
would"
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life Of the party. So I've asked Gail to
stay and help me entertain Mr.. Reynold
this afternoon. She will not hinder
Edith's chances"
Tears rose to Calls eyes rs that what
every one thinks of me-merely a foil for
Edith?'
It's true she Is a picture" Gail admit
ted later as the skating party started on
IN the big sleigh. Edith's piquant face
was aglow under a scarlet Tam. The fur
scarf was thrown carelessly about her
shoulders, revealing a glimpse of her
snowy neck.
This brought to Gail a pang of real
ization of how her own sensitive throat
always kept her from doing those grace
ful careless things like other people. "I
always have to bundle up like an old
woman!'
As the sleigh disappeared from view.
she turned with sigh from the hall
window to enter the library. Mr.. Rey-
mold was comfortably ensconced In a big
Morris chair, with Aunt Myra sitting
near. crocheting and chatting pleasantly
Gall was glad she was there and entered
the room feeling little less shy and. con-
strained.
How shall I entertain him all the aft
ernoon?' she wondered; but soon found
there was no occasion to worry about
tnat, Tor Mr.. heynold did the entertain
ing. He was telling about his student days
in New York and Paris. Gail found her
self listening as to a fascinating romance.
Even when caller came to see her aunt
on business and she left the room. Gail
still felt interested and at ease-like
other girls.
She was wearing a dress of warm rray.
with a wide crimson girdle and touches
of the same at the neck Behind her
were some heavy velvet portieres of a
deeper shade of red.
Suddenly. in the midst of what he vas
saying. Reynoid broke on with, .swouId
you let me sketch you, Miss Bentley-as
you are sitting now?"
In wonderment that any one sho{ild ask
such a thing of her, she gave consent: and
still chatting. Reynold turned to his
easel and began to work.
As his interest grew, he became conf
dental. and told her some Of his hopes
and plans for future work, and Gail for
got to be constrained and shy.
Mrs Creder returned, and on seeing that
her guest were well entertained. with
drew to attend to the hundred and one
duties which were hers as hostess OF .
large house party.
Both Gail and the artist were surprised
when the waning daylight told that the
short winter afternoon was gone A few
minutes later the skaters returned with
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him tremble in the legs he's got to
give up tryin' to eat seven hundred
million dozen and have a little sense.
Comrades all and good feliers,'
says, just like these here cold storage
fellers says, it can't be done. We
can't eat 'em as fast as they're laid. So
let's think of the folks back home,
some thousand miles nor-by-east-by-
west from here. Our duty to them
loved ones is to get these eggs to
where they is, so all can enjoy them,
regardless of price. But no cold stor-
age l says. Cold storage is croolty
to eggs l says, and not one poor,
helpless egg shall be cold stored except
over my dead body
"If you meant that" said Sim Per-
kins vindictively, Il hope they cold
stored EN-"
"The question" said Uncle Ashdod,
paying no heed to Sim Perkins un-
kind remark, "the question was how to
get them eggs to New York. There
wasn't no use tryin' to patch up the
Sally Ann, for she was a gone ship,
and there wasn't any other way that
we could see. There wasn't a thing
that would float. So / sat down, with
all them penguins and auks and gan
nets and gulls cacklin' around to tell
they'd laid more eggs, and thought
hard"
Pain We in the head much,' asked
Sim Perkins.
Can't remember" said Uncle Ash
dod. Il was thinkin' so hard l didn't
notice whether it panied me in the
head or not. What fioats.' / says to
myself. Wood floats / says, and
sometimes life preservers does, and pa
per does if it amt too wet, and pop
corn does, and apples, and maybe
Swiss cheese would if the holes was
big and the cheese wasn't too thick
But l wasn't sure about the cheese,
and / didn't have any anyway. So
went on thinkin'. What you thinkin'
so hard about' says the second mate.
'What'll foat,' I says. That's easy
says he, fce1l float So when we got
the inside of the iceberg followed
out"
What iceberg?" asked Sim Perkins
savagely.
The one we picked out" said Uncle
Ashdod. at was a whopper of an
iceberg, too. We followed her out,
and We filled her with eggs. We put
eight million dozen and sixty-four eggs
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Copyright. lsiL)
Footsore and hungry the boy plodded
steadily on. His worldly possessions
contained in a bundle swinging from a
stout stick. were shifted now and then
from one shoulder to the other. The sun
was hot. and pushing back the worn cap.
the boy wiped his forehead and face
where tan and freckles showed that this
was not his first day of exposure to sun
and wind. Presently the roofs of build
ing came into view, and as he approached
nearer, the building proved to be fine
old colonial mansion.
Passing the pillared portico, he was
about to go around to a side entrance
when a swinging hammock caught his
sight, and going nearer he spoke. please
can I get drink of water here?''
The figure in the hammock suddenly
raised itself showing a girl little young
er than himself. girl in white dress,
and pink ribbons, with sunshiny hair and
deep blue eyes, which widened as, instead
of answering his inquiry she demanded:
"Are you a tramp
The boy Redeemed beneath the tan and
and his dark eyes grew half
resentful half amused.
Not exactly, but hadn't the money to
ride, 10 1 just had to walk" he replied.
''Oh, You must have walked a long
way"
The boy looked down over his dusty
and ran his fingers through the
damp rings of dark hair.
81 have, and a good distance yet to go.
Are you going to give me drink or
not?'
"Oh, I forgot. Wait minute" With
the words the little miss slipped from the
shook out her white skirts. and
looked about her.
II won't steal anything while you are
gone" promised the boy.
The fair face flushed. then she hurried
away, returning a little later with q
glass and pitcher of water, as. well as a
generous piece of custard pie.
DO you like this kind?'' she asked.
He looked at the pie. You bet" was
the prompt answer. and he proceeded to
dispose OF Il
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Il done my duty" said Uncle Ash
dod pIaeidly, @but seen il wasn't no
use. There was about seven million
dozen eggs
aSeven millionASay, where was
them eggs, you white-headed old Mum
-chausen, you?" asked Sim Perkins.
South Pole" said Uncle Ashdod.
Not right at the South Pole, but sort
of nor -by-east from it. / couldn't say
just where, seein' as the Sally Ann was
smashed to pieces on that icebound
coast, but l should reckon we was
nor '-by-east from the South Pole, be-
cause any way you go from the South
Pole is nor, and any way you go. from
it is east. Maybe we was nor--by-west
from it. because any way you go from
the South Pole is. west. Maybe we
was nor r'-by-west-by-east from it. Any
way, we was from it and not at il. So
when we seen them eggs, l said, like
you say, Here's eggs, and cheap eggs,
and cheap eggs is a blessin' to man.
kind, but the only way to keep 'em
cheap is to eat 'em whilst they're
cheap. So we'll eat EN- l says. And
we did. Leastwise, We eat two hun
dred dozen, and then we begun to feel
all egged up"
Two hundred dozen from seven
million dozen leaves" Sim Perkins
began.
That's what l says" said Uncle
Ashdod. 1--WE got six million, nine
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was fresh when we put 'em in the iee-
berg, but we been six months on the
way, and what's the inside of an ice
berg but cold storage?'
you might have knowed that" said
Sim Perkins.
"Yupr said Uncle Ashdod. But h
mighty nigh broke my heart Me all
the time thinkin' | was goin' to be :
fresh-egg benefactor. and then turnin
out to be cold-storage demon, like
that. Well, the dickens with itr !
says; eggs is eggs / says, and if !
got to be a cold storer III be one.
Good-by to my better nature ! says.
I hate to be an Egg Trust and all
that sort of thing, but if I've got to
be I'll bcr .
"And / reckon you'll say you sailed
them eggs into New York and made a
million dollars clear profit, won't your
said Sim Perkins sarcsstically.
"No, / won't said Uncle Ashdod.
because / didn't Gulf Stream melted
the bottom out of the iceberg. Yes.
sirl That warm Gulf Stream melted
the bottom off that motor iceberg and
all them eggs went to the bottom of
the ocean. So first off / says, 'Pshawp
but come to think it over, ! says, Well,
anyway, l amt a cold storer. / amt
got that on my conscience."
"On your what?' said Sim Perkins
meaningly.
Conscience" explained Uncle Ash
dod; ''the thing that aches when the
newspapers get after YOU"
The Washington herald., 1914-01-11
BY KATHERINE HOPSON

beauty of the underlying thought And
il was Gail who was least surprised of the
! three when a note came from Reynold
next morning inviting them to come a lit
! tie earlier than the hour set for the ex-
hibition.
1T is like him to want to spare Edith
any embarrassment she might otherwise
feel in viewing her own portrait before
others"
TT is an undeniable honor" declared
| Aunt Myra. and gave Edith's blooming
cheek a playful pat.
When they arrived at the time appoint.
ed, Reynold met them at the door of the
studio. His manner was chiyalrously
courteous. and ne showed them into the
well-lighted studio where the pictures
were hung. There were portraits OF many
noted people, besides pictures of imag-
ination and idealism. The three ladies'
looked at all in turn as they went along,
but their interest was at heart superficial,
SO eager were they to see the one of
Edith in the mauve colored gown.
The best is shown last" he declared,
drawing aside the curtain which hung
before II.
They started in. .amazement. Instead of
the one of Edith as they supposed, the
picture showed Gail dressed in gray and
crimson against a background of rich
this fact. what really caught and held
their attention was the expression of her
face. The dark eyes were luminous with
a wonderful look of sweetness and SYM
pathy. It was as though a veil had been
drawn aside and her real soul for the
first time revealed
well. WELL this is a surprise, to find
our little Gail instead of Edith, as we
were led to suppose" said Mrs. Creder,
recovering her poise. Her tone was play
full. but Calls sensitive intuition OWNED
that she considered he had made a poor
choice of subject Yet no one could deny
the effect he had attained was beautiful
Reynold laughed and passed OF the sit
uation In his easy fashion. For a few
minutes they chatted lightly. then turned
to review more carefully the other pic
lures Just before the arrival of the first
group of guests. Gail slipped back to gain
one more glimpse Of her picture alone.
"Did I look like that, wonder? Did
I ever look like thaty" She questioned
naively. as the sweet pictured eyes met
hers
Like that and much more-to me"
came Reynolds quiet voice. She turned
and saw him there beside her
Looking up In shy surprise, she read
in his eyes-not the surface admiration he
had given Edith and others Of the house
party-but something Infinitely deeper.
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top of them eggs. First we put soft
snow, because that wouldn't bust the
eggs, and then we put hard snow. be-
cause that wouldn't touch the eggs,
and then we put ice for US to stand
on, because we had hobnailed shoes.
So there she was, all loaded and ready
to sail, and l sent the crew south-by-
south-by-south, to where the South
Pole was
"Anna-NiglsUs! And SAPPHIRE
Herl And Baron Munchausenp said
Sim Perkins angrily. "And you had
'em fetch the South Pole for mast
for that iceberg. didn't your"
why, mol" said Uncle Ashdod. I'VE
remembered about feller that had a
motor sledge when he was tryin' to
get to the South Pole, and how he'd
lost it, so we was huntin' the motor
sledge. And we found it Yepl We
found it, and fetched IT, and rugged a
couple of paddles on to it, and jam
med it into the iceberg, and she made
the neatest motor-iceberg you ever see.
Not speedy, but steady and sure.
Boys l says. as we chugged, chugged
along, we're goin' to have a mighty
rousin' reception when we chug into
New York Harbor with all these fresh
eggs aboard We was off the coast
of Virginia by that time. Fresh eggs
says the second mate. What you mean
by fresh eggs? Why / says, the
eggs we got in the hold Fresh eggs
nothin'p says the second mate. We
amt got no fresh eggs no more. They
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tCopyright, 1N4.)

The race is to the 1T. Because his
skating party, am invited to remain as
the consolation prize. Otherwise, should
! hardly have a chance to speak to the
noted lion" Gail Bentley's tone was Bit
ter as she voiced her thoughts aloud be-
fore her dressing table.
Bitterness was not usually quality Of
her nature, but she was still smarting
from her sister Edith's laughing remark.
'Mr. Reynold is safe with you" she
had said. "T wouldn't trust him to an
afternoons tete-a-tete with any one
else"
mirer would be-" Gail studied her re-
Election grimly. In spite of her dispar-
agement, 1t was really pretty face that
looked back in the mirror-sensitive and
high-bred, with delicate features and big
serious eyes. That was the trouble, the
void Of girlishness and vivacity.
The queer part Of it is, Gail really
looks like Edith" people were wont to
declare, but she Is 30 sober. and her
sister is all sparkle and charm" It was
this which had attracted Bertram Rey-
mold, noted portrait painter, who was
guest of honor at Mrs Creder's house
party. From the first he had paid.
marked attention to her beautiful niece,
Edith. and had asked permission to paint
her as the central figure in a new picture
he was working on. He had made sew
eral sketches Of her in different poses and
all was going successfully until two days
ago. when Reynold met with an accident
while hunting. and sprained his ankle,
thus being debarred from the skating
party which was to be the crowning event
of the week.
such pity. too" Gail heard her Aunt
Myra remark to Mrs. Kelley as they en-
tered the formers little sitting-room
across the hall. "Just when things were
getting interesting. Edith Is such pic
ture in her skating costume and new
mink furs; and Skins over the ice like al
bird. OF course She must go-she's the
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tcoprisht, isll)
toorgrisht. fslll
kS@oLD storage is what makes
eggs so high priced" said
Sim Perkins rrumhImRly.l


kS@oLD storage is what makes
eggs so high priced" said
- Sim Perkins grumblmgly.
That stands to reason. If there
want no cold storage all the eggs
would be eat whilst they was cheap,
and they'd be cheap eggs. and when
there want no more eggs there
wouldn't be no price. You can't have
price on eggs when there amt no
eggs to have a price on My idee is
that we ought to eat up all the eggs
whilst they're cheap. and"
THAT was what we thought" said
Uncle Ashdod, $50 We started in to
eat 'Nn all up. We eat EN- boiled
both hard and soft, and fried, and
poached, and stuffed, aed omletted. and
the first mate eat six dozen of 'em la
Newburg, so we buried him the best
we could. We was mighty sorry to
lose him for he was one of the best
egg eaters we had aboard the Sally
Ann, but we made him nice tomb
stone out of the rudder and carved on
it Here lies Bill Jones, First Mate of
the Sally Ann. He lost his life tryin'
to do his duty And then we put a
peice of po'try the cook made up:
ITO keep down prices Of eggs he tried,
He eat 'em boiled and he eat 'em fried.
He eat SO many he like to bust.
And his soul is with the saints, We trust"
"And / bet you eat more than any
body said Sim Perkins scornfully.
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in her, and when she was loaded full
we took snow and made a deck on
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-02-21
POLPS THEATRE

At Polls Main street theatre the ever popular Metropolitan MdnstFels are heading the program which eloBes today. Monday comes a galaxy of beauty and musical talent which is entitled. 1.-The Song Writers Review 7 company of eleven finished enter tainers-dve women aGG six men-who use five pianos anl other instruments at the same tirneT A bunper crop Of fun will be furnished by the program for next week which will contain in addition to the headline attraction, MT and Mrs. Morrds in Ia. farce eom- edy ekit, 9@The Lady = Downsta1rs'a i; Ray Snow, the stSociet y5dkate tertad1lee,s0 Z, in a Mhir1wind act; FcGhoff & Gordon in a knockabolrt comedy musical and talking act; The Aerial Budds in a novel tra1npoleon sketcn; and Golden & West in a rapid fire singing and dancing 3turn with a cyclone of fun and laughter.
 Popularity Of the Afetropo1itan Min streIs has increased rather than wan ed since it's Hast appearances here as is shown by the great crowds. The rest of the bill, including Maybelle Fisher Trio, high class musicians and sing CTS; Fred Zobedde. clever equilibrisf; i; Baby Ann, novel entertainer; Coreo- ran & Lloyd. delightful singers and dancers and The Three Hunters in a burlesque skit, is of unusual quality. A wealth of first run moving pictures is shown as usual.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-02-21

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VANITY FAIR.


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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-02-21
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