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SeIf-Advertisinu.

ga RNoLD BENNETT is the most
incorrigible self-advertiser the
world has ever SEEN" said publisher.
IF you don't believe it, read his last
book. or listen to this story-perhaps
less boresome task:
Bennett in his early days, when he
was working on a woman's fashion
paper in London, sat on top of an
omnibus one spring morning with "A
solicitors clerk.
"All of sudden Bennett interrupted
the clerks talk.
wait. Bill he said 81 want to
read skit to you. It's the funniest
thing I've seen in the last five years.
Then he took out penny weekly,
Pansy's Own Paper and read a rath-
er feeble skit to the clerk. stopping at
the end of every paragraph to laugh
till the tears ran down his cheeks.
Isn't that funny. Bill?' he said
when he finished. 'Ha. ha, ha. Did
you ever read a funnier skit?'
"A minute or two latter Bennett and
Bill got off at Charing Cross. AS they
were about to separate Bill asked
with puzzled frown.
Look here, Overwhelmingly real
name is Enoch Arnold Bennett. you
that skit once before. You wrote it
yourself, didn't YOU?
Bennett winked. He tapped the side
of his nose. Then he said:
Right. quite right Bill. old chap
We'll said Bill. what game are
you up to Are you crazy?'
BILL said Bennett, did you notice
that fat man in the seat behind US on
the bus?'
No said Bill.
Bennett winked and tapped his
nose again.
"'W ell. anyhow. Bill, he's the editor
Of 'Pansy's Own Paper and l want to
sell him a lot of stun. for he pays
guinea a column
Bennett paused and looked very
solemn. Then he ended:
u know the old boy by sight, Bill.
but he doesn't know me. Now are you
on"
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Everything in the world he wants is
to be let alone while he's making
himself comfortable and happy. If he
was one of these aimless. uncertain
parties who amt quite sure what
they want 1t would be different But
Horace is sure. He could give a COM
plete list any time you'd care to listen
He wants particular corner table
in the club grill and his favorite
waiter; he wants his man to press
hts clothes just so. his caddy to stand
in . certain place when he makes a
shot, and his bridge partner to make
the exact lead that will fit his hand
Also he'd like to have the thermome-
ter never drop below 20 or get above
&c. his trains always to be on time.
and rainy days to come only twice
month And when things happens
otherwise he puts up a howl.
Say. how does he get that way?"
/ asked Mr.. Robert once.
Its quite simple" says Mr.. Robert.
BY centering his attention on one per-
son-Horace Varney. Behold. Torchy,
n sslf-pampered old bachelor who was
once rather 4 human and likable chap.
Never develop an ego like that.
Torchy. II you can help IT,"
Fat chance I'd have" says I. with
a Job like mine. Still, Mr. Varney
seems to thrive on It. Looks like
quite . husk."
Horace takes rather good care of
himself" says Mr.. Robert
So it's kind of surprise here a
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that, but it don't come And when
Miss Moran glides in easy with the
tray ! sizes her up curious. Can't
say I was thrilled, though. All / can
see is a kind of cute little party with
shiny black hair and big brown eyes
She amt much more'n a half portion,
Miss Moran, but what there is Of her
is neat and trim, and you know how
much one of them nurses costumes
helps. It's the narrow little rosebud
mouth, though, that gets me suspi-
cious. / like 'em little wider cut
But there was no gettin' away from
the fact that Miss Moran's voice was
easy to listen to. It's one OF the soft,
cooey kind that's almost too good to
be true.
100000. isn't that funny" she CUR
giles, as Horace shows her how the
toy works. But we'll have to put it
on the table now, won't we, while you
have the nice milk toast that l made
for you all myself"
'Oh. / say. Miss Moran: protests
Horace. You mustn't go bothering
to cook for me. you know"
But / like to- insists Miss Moran.
Now we'll prop you up with some
pillows-no, don't try to do it your
self. I can lift up your shoulders"
See that. Torchy?" says Horace.
She won't let me do a thing for my
self, and / feel almost like walking
down stairs Making a regular baby
of me"
You'll have to stand it. you bad
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-24
On the Safe Side.
SKINNER. a Pittsbure

DOBERT SKINNER, a PITTSBURGH
inventor was talking about the
violence used in a southern mining
district.
"In fact" said Mr.. Skinner, "the
strikers violent methods-they don't
hesitate to use guns-have intimi-
dated everybody.
Meeting a workman who had stuck
to his job during many previous
strikes. but who had gone out this
time with the rest, his boss re-
monstrated with him.
"'Bill,' said the boss, Tn surprised
that you have deserted us. With SO
few workers left, you are missed
terribly missed
Bill shrugged his shoulders
We'll. boss said he. when you've
got a wife and five children to bring
up it's better to be missed than hit -
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-24
The Commercial Ace.

CHARLES DANA GIBSON. tho artist.
" looked up from the Autobiography
of Benvenuto Cellini.
Its materialistic. commercial,
money grabbing world" he said.
That's why We don't have any Ben
venuto Cellinis nowadays
Even love is commercialiaed. A girl
hid her face on her fathers shoulder
the other night and whispered:
clarence loves me. daddy.
Wants to marry you, eh? grunted
the old man.
"'Yes, dear
well, what's his income?
THE girl looked up with wide.
startled eyes.
~ don't know she said, but the
coincidence is very. very strange.
What coincidence" said the old
man.
"'Clarence.' said she, asked the very
same question about your income.
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What Happened to Horace By ss~<n Ford

he don't catch me with my mouth
open.
What do you suppose dear old
Horace has gone and done now! he
asks.
ESCAPED from the hospital and
fallen into matrimony?" says l.
Nothing less" says Mr.. Robert
But how did you guess it?''
i've been watchn' this Peggy per-
son put the spell on him. says l.
She's the one, | suppose.
He says it is.
II saw it comm" says I. what
gets me, though, is that a cagey party
like Horace would fall for a nurse,
It's such old stuff"
"Evidently it wasn't old stuff to
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-24
The Soul of Honor.
SENATOR asked NV i.

A SENATOR asked by Kama.
City reporter why he opposed =
certain public utility bill which in :
volved millions of dollars. answered.
Il oppose this thing because 7 ba,o
no confidence in the gang that is be-
hind it.
You see" he continued, these fell
lows don't inspire me with the same
trust that a certain witness inspired
IN the county court judge, before
whom she appeared.
Your name, madam" the Judge
asked this witness.
Matilda Hawkins. sir: age. forty-
six came the prompt reply.
Well, really" exclaimed the Judge.
and addressing the jury, he added:
Gentlemen. please take not of that
answer, and because of it | will ask
you to kindly believe everything Mrs,
Hawkins has to say"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-24
Not Satisfactory.
LABOR leader was defending

A LABOR leader was defending
strikes.
How could men get better pay
without striking for it?' he said to
New York reporter. BY asking for
it. do you think"
II once knew a young bookkeeper
who went to his boss and asked for d
dollar raise. The boss flew into ter
rible passion.
But, faltered the bookkeeper.
there is nothing unreasonable, sir,
in my request. Don't you remember
promising me a raise after I'd been
with you a year?
Yes, Missed the boss. but don't
YOU remember that l made this raise
conditional on your giving me every
satisfaction?
"'Oh. dear, Haven't I satisfied you.
SIR said the young bookkeeper. pitt
fully.
Satisfied me- yelled the boss. do
YOU think you are satisfying me when
YOU ask me for a raiser"
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-24
THE RAMBLER WRITES MORE OF FAIRFAX
FAMILY IN NEABSCO VICINITY OF VIRGINIA

choose an old dirt road which will
bear you to Cherrystone, Dumfries,
Brentsville. Round Top. kanky,
Smoketown.. Ripon Lodge or Rippon
Lodge. to Occoquan. Woodbridge or
Colchester and all the other venera-
BILE and historic places in Virginia.
The Rambler explored a large extent
of the timber and brush lands and
found the sites of Several houses
that became ashes SO long ago that
they are not even held in memory.
But the adventures in the woods
another '.ramble."
Turn to the left along the wheel
trace and you will come to the fire
ruin of the home of Col. John Walter
Fairfax, aid on Gen. Longstreets
staff, and in later years an intimate
of Gen Grant. And they do tell in the
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month or so back, when the word
comes in that Horace is in a private
hospital uptown and wants Mr.. Rob
ert to come and see him. somehow
he seems to be little shy on friends;
that is. the sort he could call on IN
case like that. Anyway. Mr.. Robert
cancels few business dates and
trotS up.
He may have been in a taxi acct
dent" says Mr.. Robert.
"Or his ego may have shAfted 10
the wrong side" l suggests.
But when Mr.. Robert comes back he
reports that both guesses were wrong.
Horace has had trouble with his APP
pendix and has had to lose 1t. He's
all right now, though; at least, as
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stand in the woods on F'reestone
Point. not many yards of the path
which strikes to the left from the
old railroad bed. The Rambler was
guided to them by two friends. c. r.
Bailey and G.. W. Tacey OF the
Seabsoo neighborhood. He found
many forgotten house sites and
graves in the vast and tangled woods.
but did not find these tombs. Re
turning to the railroad, he met Bailey
and Tacey, who were waiting for
train, and they led him to the sad
and sombcr spot. Henry Fairfax and
Sarah Triplett had five daughters and
one son. Henry. who married Jane
Parks Price. a granddaughter of Col.
stephen Rex Price. who surrendered
with CORVALLIS at Yorktown. Their
son. Or. Edwin Fairfax, moved to
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bow, for few days longer" cooes
the nurse as she pats him gently on
the shoulder.
And before l leaves Horace gets a
chance to whisper to me on the side:
Have Bob send up a couple of or
chestra seats for some good play to-
morrow night"
"You mean it," says l.
For Miss Moran and her room
mate adds Horace. Flowers, too.
and taxi. of course. Charge EN- to
me. Her night off, you know. ii
want to do a little something for her.
You understand"
"Uh-huh," says I. winkin' at him.
Mr.. Robert is almost as much sur
priSed as | was. Don't tell me ht
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-10-24
WHO SAYS THERE'S NO
.HUMOR IN THE ARMY?

tanning to the hogs dominion (Which
is perhaps not far amiss), appears to
be about like this--despite all scien-
tific lore hog remains just as before:
he makes a picturesque display when
viewed from far enough away; his
grunt is musical and clear, providing
you are not too near. He smells Sc
renely sweet and clean, if proper dis
lance intervene. But notwithstand-
ing speculation and philanthropic
meditation. the theories of dema-
gogues. most hogs will still remain
just hogs. CAPT @. NJ CORPS"
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lin of Charles county, Md. BY
the first marriage were two sons.
William and Buckner. and by the
second. Francis Boucher Franklin
Fairfax and George Washington Fair
fax.
Jonathan Fairfax, first son of Will
liam Fairfax and Benedicta Blanchard
died in Maryland in 1884, as already
told. at Goose Bay. near Port Tobacco,
leaving four daughters and five sons.
Henry was the only one of the sons
to reach manhood. He engaged in
the shipping business at Baltimore
and moved to Dumfries. where he
was an important merchant. lie was
a captain in the 36th Virginia In
fantry in the war of 1872 and later
engaged in the banking business in
Baltimore. He died in 1S47. He was
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Missouri. The children of Henry
Fairfax and Eliza beth Lindsay were
Martha. who was married to Thomas
Boiling Robertson of Petersburg. and
John Walter Fairfax. These chill
dren inherited the Freestone estate
and lived in the house. the fire ruin
of whi,h the Rambler told Of last
Sunday.
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thrice married. His first wife was
Sarah Triplett Carter, daughter of
William Carter of Dumfries; his sec
ond wife was Sophia Scott. daughter
of Jesse Scott of Dumfries, and his
third wife was Elizabeth. daughter
of Thomas Lindsay of THE Mount"
Fairfax county. The tombstones of
Henry Fairfax and his wife Elizabeth
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EN-: :':: =; s. I; {: !:
ton Now and then the officials
Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-12-30
CHAPTER TWO
The Antagonists.
|. PRISCILLA,

Rousing on an elbow, Priscilla
Maine found herself awake. with
racing heart, throat swollen with a
through whose painted murk the re-
lection of a woman's screams ran like
thread of purple light.
Yet here was only darkness. with
silence absolute
With a low gasp of relief that was
half a sob of fright as WELL she sprang
up from the divan. stumbled to the
wall, and after a. moments cropping
flooded the studio with milky radiance
from an inverted dome. And In pas
sion of gratitude she embraced the re-
assurance inherent in the atmosphere
of that richly furnished, spacious and
silent studio. her fathers workshop
till his death and ever since her own.
1t was true. then: she was safely
restored to her own intimate environ
ment. where nothing resembled even
remotely that frowsy room where
murders had been DONE She had
merely dreamed a dream, one more of
those amazingly real dreams which
she had learned TO accept without pro-
test as phenomena of slumber unavoid-
able, singularly harmless. and on the
whole rather amusing.
So at least they seemed till this
night when. for the first time, stark
tragedy had stalked unbidden and un-
hera.ded, rending with ruthless hands
The fiimsy texture of illusion and rem
der.ng the dream more fact TO her
than this awakening, more true, and
so much the more terrible.
Pressing palms to temples that
throbbed and burned intolerably with
their content Of thoughts acrawl with
fright and horror, she made her way
TO the bathroom and bathed her face
with cold water, then with cologne
till. in the sensory reaction of stimu-
lated flesh and nerves. she began 10
feel measurably more calm and self
possessed. more Priscilla Maine than
.Ieonora"
A twittering telephone recalled her
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press upon the fire escape-Red and
herself.
The hammering on the door stopped.
She wondered why. Charlie contrived
to jam his terrOr-racked body out
through the window. Red caught
Leonora by shoulder. roughly enough
If in rare. impulse of chivalry and
tried to thrust her out after Charlie
But the crush on the platform was
still too dense. She heard dull crash
and, swinging round. saw the door. its
lock shattered by the impact of a
braWny shoulder. slam back against
the wall. The policeman who had
broken if in stumbled and sprawlel
full length upon the floor. The plain
clothes man. Ennis, leaped in over his
PROSTATE body. Her ears were deaf
ened with Reds prOfane instructions
to get herself out through the window
without more delay She made vain
attempt to obey. and had half sue
ceeded when a rattle of shots sounded
and looking back. she saw the man
Ennis pitch forward on his knees
then fall prone The policeman,
scrambling up pistol in hand received
the balance of the clip in Reds auto
matte. and sank slowly down upon his
side.
Screaming with horror. the girl fell
back from the window. Red Shout
dered past her. climbed out. turned
and caught her by the arm and
dragged her after him. still screaming
like a madwOman. She tripped, her
head struck heavily against the bot
tom of the window sash. and the lights
dimmed weirdly and burned out, leav-
ing only darkness impenetrable. and
strange hush pierced by thin echoes
of eidritch shreks
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m. THE PORTRAIT

Beside the mirror. long pier glass,
stood a heavy studio easel holding a
full-length canvas. an unfinished por-
trait of herself in the Zingara dress
she had once worn at costume dance.
Begun long ago. on a day when mod
ell failed her, and carried out incon-
secutively, when she felt in the
mood" the painting now nearcd COM
pletion; a little more work on drap-
cries and background and 1t would be
ready for exhibition. Inspecting Ii
critically. with fault-finding eyes, she
saw that her work was good. almost
as good as her fathers. The figure on
the canvas lived: its striking pose was
instinct with almost insolent vitality /;
the face was aglow with zest In life.
the eyes seemed transiently arrested
in an instant of gay impudence alto
gether charming.
Her troubled gaze turned back 10
the mirrors faithful presentment Of a
ITO be continued
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die interposed. 1--WE want to know
where you got those clothes"
whats that TO you? Can't spend
my money. dress myself decent, If
want toy
ayes; but where'd you get the front
you was wearing when Harry seen
you up on Fifth avenue ye> erday?"
HE never"
"Oh, yes. I did. Nora" the Nut In
terrupted with his exasperating gen.
tility, mincing his words In the fashion
ne found useful in uptown bars. Put
ting on dog. too. and getting. away
with II great-traveling with a dame
that looked like she wouldn't take
nothing from the queen of England. |
tell you, saw YOU"
'aThat's another liel' But the steadi
ness of Harry's eyes was disconcert-
ing. PROFESSIONALLY he believed his
assertions. Leonora's tongue tripped
over the denial: ~ wasn't :"
''Well. then. tell us wherS you were
at four O'Clock yesterday afternoon"
Addie suggested hlandly.
At that hour Leonora had been In a
Second avenue motion picture theater
with Mario: an indiscretion to which
she could not possibly confess. Per
ceptibly she lost assurance
"None Of your d-n business"
Better tell 'em. kid" Red counseled
uneasily. sYou got to come clean"
alike hi havew Once more the
flames of rage leapt high. Il don't
owe this gang anything. much less an
account of everything | do. The shoes
mn the other foot. You all know me.
Won all know I'm on the leves. Most
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ners, theaters, dances-relieved only by
these days in the studio, her happiest
when she was painting-was this life
reality or Illusion? And that dream
life of which she caught only fugitive
glimpses, fascinating, tantalizing. ter
rible, and related to nothing within
the scope of her experimenting the
dream life perhaps the life of fact?
She shook a head baffied, bewildered
:a faint with wondering.
The dOorbell interrupted. She an
swered, finding as she had expected
that the chauffeur was waiting to cs-
cOrt her to the town car which he was
obliged to leave at the mouth of the
alley. She was glad of his company,
when she had put out the lights and
locked the studio door, for the alley
was indifferently Illuminated and
seemed rather grimly desolate at that
hour. She knew a moment of sym
pathy with Aunt Esther's distrustfu
animosity toward that dreadful stu
dio life"
If Aunt Esther only guessed how in
fnitely more dreadful that other life
which Priscilla knew in dreams .
But no one guessed. Instructive reti-
cence, jealousy of her privacy, reluc-
lance to be thought different. and fear
of having her sanity questioned as she
herself too often questioned it, had
guarded the girls secret and kept it
inviolate.
She had long since made up her
mind she must never marry while this
dream life continued to exert its oc-
cult influence upon her. To risk trans
hitting to her children a mental faint
or lesion was unthinkable
TO the studio. Receiver TO ear. she
said, "Yes? Who is it? and heard the
agitated cries of the elderly kinswom-
an whom she called aunt and with
whom she had her home
"PriscilIa Where have you been
all evening? I've been half frantic
Why didn't you let me know?"
81 haven't been anywhere. dear
only asleep, here in the studio. Please
don't be cross. Aunt Esther; didn't
go to do it. honest I didn't! Mrs.
Morey left in the middle of the after
uOon-she had tea on, or something
and about half after five | stopped
painting and thought I'd lie down and
RESI- little before coming home.p
DO hurry. I'll send Arthur with the
car at once"
please"
She dOnned hat and cloak before a
mirror in whose insusceptible depths
she saw. set in her own hat and indi
vidual couture, the face Of the girl
whom in her dreams she knew as Leo
nora; and yet ii was likewise the face
of Priscilla Maine. Vainly with i'm
Fortunate eyes she questioned that
counterfeit of two countenances. How
could this thing be? Was she one wom-
an waking and another when she
slept? Was there In her a dual per-
sonality such as reading had taught
her TO accept as psychological posi-
bility? Did two natures struggle with
in her. one prevailing In her hours of
slumber. and not always even then?
That train of speculation she was
afraid to pursue too far -.
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Continued from last week.

Continued from last week.
''Why, hon! !" Inez drawled. rounding
her eyes-"whatever made you think
that2"
But she committed the grievOus
error of trying to exchange with Red a
look of malicious understanding which
LeOnOra intercepted instantly.
"Never you mind what made me
think that" she said in cold rage; Il
get you; | amt blind and dumb. But
take it from me. IneZ: you chuck il
and chuck it quick If ! get one more
word out of you. trying to make me
out stool-pigeon-if | ever see you
look that way at Red again-y0ur pe0
ple1l have no kick coming"
'Oh, Is that sOY Inez demanded
with mistaken pertness. "What do
you think you'll do?'
Irish you," LeOnora informed her
savagely-"irish you till all you'll
need will be q wood kimono lined with
satin and trimmed with tin. And you
know I'll do it, too"
Her small emphatic fist struck the
table; Reds hand closed on 1t.
Easy, kid; don't run away with the
wrong idea"
81 won't. Don't worry" She
wrenched her hand free. "Im no simp.
I've got more brains than the rest of
this push Jumped together-that goes
for you. too, Red. And won't stand
for insinuations from nobOdy-nOt
from that rotten little cat that's try
ing TO make up TO yOu-she's always
jealous of me-or anybody else. You
y" For moment words proved
inadequate. She sat i'm a tense pos
ture. white with fury, breathing quick
ly; and even Red avoided her eyes.
"Ah. you all make me sick Eddie
gets pinched-God knows how land
you all fix on me as the squealer be-
cause ] happen to be few minutes
late tonight Why, you poor fish"
She checked abruptly, noting another
questionable gap in the company.
"Why pick on me? Where's Leo Bic
linsky? Why isn't he here? If being
late's proof of squealing-he's later
than me!'
THAT amt all. Nora" English Ad-
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And long before she had served out

And long before she had served out
her term Mario would forget her; or,
even if he did not, would never. never
by any chance. make woman with
criminal record his wife
And this was what came of indulg-
ing her keen delight in excitement and
adventure.
If only she had listened to Mario in
time :.
Seconds dragged like minutes. and
the door still held. She began to catch
at straws of hope: only three now re
manned in the room, Charlie the Coke
already with one foot across the
sill. whimpering and mounting curses
because of inability TO crowd into the
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slender, modishfy gowned young
woridling, the finished product OF a
fashionable upDringing. a little proud.
reserved, thoughtful. exquisite ].
Priscilla Maine.
But The girl on the canvas was Leo
nora. And in her self both lived. But
which was which? Which false, which
true? Was the life she knew. the life
OF Park avenue and Fifth, of teas, din
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