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• : y Thursday, May 31, 1023. l#tTi*irf»aa rmfwf A J vmoniai AQV&ITWTCS The Lost Cotambne BY Julian Street ' _ , ... ' f Author of “The If red of Chance,'' "After Thirty," **Abroad at Home," “Amer ican Advaittama,” “Myatetloaa lagan,” "Bite Cvrantry,” ate. Copyright hf United Feathre Syndioate A GLIMPSE OF 1 JULIAN STREET | Os «U the many qualities that * belong to Julian Street the one I t think that impresses you most is f youth. He has the kind of youth 1 that is progressively permanent—he i Is cast in an ageless mold. Ho has f the personality that years spent in j genuine craftsmanship bring—and I he has worked hard for his sue- 1 cess. “Pegging away,” is what he * calls It. r' ♦ Oh, yes, he sold his first, story i out of hand, and he has been sell-. I lng constantly ever since, but that + means real labor and toll. He is i unhurried, seemingly almost slow t in his method of procedure, but he I Arrives very firmly, and always you - * feel In him the power to on * arriving—the ability to better his t many achievements. , .There is about him, too, the ! knowledge of the big author who * Wees directly, ahd feels sharply the i deeper things, but his great talent ! lies In treating facts, if it be books I of travel he is writing, or people, ♦ if it be stories, with a certain in- f lmltable charm that is entirely his I own. All of his work shown the keen- | Hess of fine observation—little tru- f Isms, subtile points in characterl- ? ration—and the interest to keep I you reading to the end. v I “The Lost Columbine,written ? expressly for the Star Author Se- t ries of Matrimonial Adventures, i delicate in plot, is yet poignantly ! full of meaning—it holds a special * Interpretation for both men and t women. f MART STEWART CUTTING. JR. I “About this fancy-dress ball at the Country club tonight,” said Archibald Welkins, as his wife, looking very love ly In a French-blue housedress, poured ■ the morning coffee, “I don’t quite like the idea, do you, Eleanor?" Heh large blue eyes turned up to him Inquiringly. “What don’t you like about It, ’dear?” she asked. “Oh, this fool notion of husbands And ylves dressing separately—not about each other’s costumes.” Often In the eight years of their mar ried life he had been disturbed by her / trait of remaining silent when she dis agreed with him, and now, as she did not reply, he stated more 'explicitly what was In his mind, saying: “I think we’d better tell each- other what we’re going to wear.” “We’ll find out when we unmask,” Bhe said. “But I think the Idea of secrecy Is all nohsense,” he Insisted with a little Show of heat. “Pass Mr. Welktas the marmalade,” his wife said to the maid. He helped himself, theti repeated: “I think It’s all nonsense 1” But she did not answer. He had i never known a woman with Eleanor’s .capacity for silence. It gave her a , mysterious power. i “The steward at the club told me had over five hundred aecept *ances,” he went on. “That meads a mixed crowd, and I’d like to know jWhat your costume is going to be so I | can look after you.” “That’s sweet of you,” she answered, “but I’m sure I shan’t need looking after.” . \ “You might,” he declared. “Oh, I don’t think so—not at our ;Dwn country club." > “But I tell you it’s going to be a mixed gjowd. You’re darn pretty Woman —and a blonde.” And as again she was silent, -he added In a tone that held a hint of accusation: “Blondes always attract more attention.” ! “Take some hot toast,” she said to him as the taaid appeared. He took some, and'waited till she left the room. Then he said: A “I wonder why men always think good looking blondes are— M But he fild not finish the sentence. I “Are what?” die isked. “Well, anyway,” he declared, “fancy dress makes people reckldss. They feel that the lldVoff. There’ll be a lot of flasks, too. There’s so much more prinking since prohibition. That’s an- Pther reason why I want to know, fj “Know what?” y “What?*’ he repeated Irritably. “Just What I’ve been asking you—what you’re going to wear.” “I don’t think it would be playing the game to teU," she salt! “Hew do 1 you like this bacon? It’s a new brand.” “Look here,” he said sharply, “you can’t put me off that wsy l You. lay. you don’t need looking after, but your memory doesn’t eeem to be so good as mine! Before yonr flirtation with that yjdolled-up French officer you fell for, I used to think you didn't need, looking after, tool But I guess S-h” He Stopped. ! Having thrown in her face the one Indiscretion of her. married life,- he Instantly regretted It. He always'did. -He always told frimeelt that to keep : referring to tt was to take a was 'he could not overcome the Jealousy ] left with hiin by that episode of sev eral years ago, when, ever since, she had been so circumspect. After all It ' had been only a mild flirtation, and the Frenchman wasn’t very young. He , was a fool to keep’ thinking of It, and a greater fool to harp upon It ' j ! He said no more, but left the tables ! angry with her and angry with hira- ! self. I . ( / II I In the Interest of sereey it had been • arranged that the wives should dina and dress together in certain houses In the neighborhood, while the husbands dined and dressed in others,, and that , all should arrive at the dub masked, i Archibald Welkins consequently left ; the limousine to be used, by bis wife | and her friends, and taking the bag containing his costume, which was sup- . posed to resemble King Charles n, i drove in his roadster to Tpm Bayne's bouse, where he found a group of men, some of them already In their finery, i some dressing, all with cocktail glasses j In their hands. By the time he had donned the regal wig and . knee breeches, and drank three cocktails, he began to change his mind about the fancy dress ball. It was an amusing idea, this secrecy. He j •was going to have a good time. Never- ' theless, when he asked Eleanor what she was going to wear she should have told him. He still felt somS resentment about that. . Tom Bayne bad an excellent'cellar. With dinner he served large highballs, and his Scotch was exceptionally good. As Archibald Welkins was leav- 1 lng with the others, he caught his re flection In a mirror ana approved thereof. The Jewelled star shone bril liantly upon his breast; the black silk Storings admirably ser off his leg* which was a good leg, and the long, dark, curly wig gave him, he thought, a mysterious appearance: Wlmt did he care, after all, about Eleanor’s refusal to tell him what her costume was to ‘ be? He wasn’t going to worry about I Eleunor tonight. Not he! He had offered to—that was enough. She didn’t know what he was wearing, either. Ves, he was going to have a good tlmel With an Arab sheik, a Chinaman, and a soldier in the buff and blue of the Continental army as his passen gers, he drove to the club, handling his roadster dashingly, and to avoid being recognized by his car, parked beside the drive at some distance from the door, and walked with his companions to the clubhouse. The doors and the French windows were open; dancing had already start ed ; they could hear the music as they walked across the grasd. Inside the ballroom Welkins paused to review the animated spectacle. Masked soldiers, clowns, coolies, court beauties, bull fighters, odalisques, woman Jockies, geisha, harlequins, cowboys, Spanish senoritas, mandarins, pirates, nymphs, Turks) vaqueros, peasants, whirled to the music of the jazz band. Looking them over as they circled past, he presently thought he recog nized his wife. She was dressed—ls indeed it was Eleanor —as a French court lady, with patches, a high, powdered wig and a pannlered gown of flowered silk, and was dancing with a Roman gladiator. He watched her around the room. Her height, her fig ure, her carriage were Eleanor’s, and the costume had a dignity characteris tic of his wife's taste. When she had passed several times he was quite cer tain of her. Presently he became Interested In Cleopatra, who fox-trotted Into view with Napoleon. Eleanor would have made a handsome Cleopatra, too, but he felt sure she would never appear; In public In such scant attire. That Cleopatra woman was certainly attractive, though! He cut In on tier and, as they danced, talked In a false voice, endeavoring to guess at hei Identity. But thff fair Egyptian was popular. An Indian Rajah soon snatched her away, leaving King Charles II free to seek out a fascinating Columbine who, several times, had passed near him In a dance, and seemed responsive to his glances. Presently, with a beau of the Colon ial period, she came down the floor, a sprightly figure In a short black satin dress with a waist cut to a deep V In back, springy little skirts, yito open, work stockings and ballet slippers, With her huge white ruff and her black cocked hat pulled down at a saucy angle over bobbed red hair, she looked tßfc Incarnation of Irresponsible-gaiety, He cut In and found that her dime tag confirmed his Impression., How light, hew responsive die was! “Pve been aiming to catch you!” ha told her, disguising his yolce by pitch- j lng It lew. “ ’Ave you, monsieur?” she chirped. “Well, zen, we are sympathique; toe I too ’ave look at you, you beeg, ’and some man!” The minx. She gave his hand a squeeae—which he promptly returned. . | “Are yon French?” he asked ta hit assumed voice, “or are you putting oa that accent V . “What you sink, monsieur?" "I think,” he said, “that if you’re putting it on you po It very well.” | “An’ you; you bad, weeked king! ’Ow Is your Nett Gwyn?” she asked, j “Never mind Nell Gwyn,” he said, “It’s you I’m interested in. Don’t teU me you're just a nice little married woman In disguise — wife of some man who eemaautes te business la New 1 York sad drives a, ball around timet . links on Sundays.” " l “You ’ope Ftn real naughty French glrir aba asked, archly. ( I “indeed I do!” “Weß, mb. follow —1 Aad wttl « Ran* otSm ImuL SHE CONCORD DAILY TRIBUNE | Pursuing, he lost her momentarily, toe la tie darkness ben black dress j gave her an advantage, but as she ; scampered down the steps toward the lawn and the links, he caught sight of t her,white ruff, and sped after her. As she disappeared behind a large syrlnga | bush he heard a. rippling laugh, and ' sunning to the other side, caught her J ta his arms. Then, as she was panting and laughing, and as it was dark, and they were masked, and the syrlngas smelled so sweet, he placed his hand beneath her (tain, tilted It tip* bent over, and was about to seize thp fruits of Victory, when she eluded. him and ran off laughing,’in the direction of the drive. , . V, A prisoner who escapes and Is re captured pays an added penalty, and when another chase; over the silver-green of moonlit grass, Charles ' II grasped the elusive Columbine, and 1 exacted what he (teemed Just tribute , from tier lips/ he was surprised and ( flattered by the apparent willingness ! with which she paid, j Indeed It was that willingness which ' made him confident that she would not again become a fugitive, and he ' was holding her lightly when, in a i Hast}, she was off once more, this time i running toward the clubhouse, j Just at the doorway he caught up; i but his appeal to her to stay outside was unavailing. "No,” she said, firmly, “you are a naughty boy, an’ I ’ave founkyou out. My ’usban’ would not like.” " “Your husband does not need to know,” he urged; “nor my 1 wife, either. ( That’s what makes a party of this i kind such fun—husbands and wives nbt knowing each other’s costumes.” 1 “Yes,” said she, “hut I ’ave already i ’ad fun enough, my king.” And with ! that she moved Into, the ballroom. | By tile door fbey stood flo/a mo ment watching the dancers. I “Look!’’ he exclaimed suddenly. “There’s another Columbine. She’s . like you—exactly Uke you* even to her , red hair!” I “Yes, we came togazzer.” I “But suppose I were to lose you,” , said he, "how eoujd I find you again? How could I tell the two of you ■ apart?” * “Zat is a question !""she said. I “Let’s dance and talk It over.” j “No, monsieur,” replied the Colum bine, “now I mus’ dance wlz some wan else.” As she spoke a cowled monk came up, and la a moment she was dancing off with him. 1 “Meet me here afterwards,” urged - King Charles as'she moved away. But she shook her head. I “How shall I find you, then?” he I demanded, following. I “I don’t sink you can!" said she, and again he heard her tantalizing laugh. i He retired to the’’ doorway and • watched for her, but by the time she came around again she was with a Sicilian brigand. He cut in. But ap parently this was the other Columbine, j for she did not seem to know him. Her step was not so light as that of the i one he sought, nor did She spfeak with -1 a French accent. I Never mind IHe would find hls.lost ; Columbine. He was determined .Jo find her. And when they unmasked he i would learn who she was. i Time and again, when he saw a | Columbine wearing a black cocked hat pver bobbed hair, he cut ta and danced | with her, but only to be disappointed. Always It was the wrong one. He ques i tloned her about the other, but could I get no satisfaction. I When, at midnight, ilaqcers un> . masked, he hastened about the ball room and the adjacent apartments - looking for the Columbines, but now ■ he could find .neither of them. Nor j could he find Ms- wife, nor yet the I whlte-wlgged lady of the French court i whom he had identified with her. I Where could Eleanor tie? She ought . to be In the ballroom. That was where , a well-behaved woman belonged at a I party such as this. It wasn’t wise for j a pretty woman to go wandering about outside, ta the moonlight, with a ! strange man, masked. Since prohlbl i tion there had been a lot of drinking, and fancy dress made people reckless, anyway. Temporarily be forgot the Columbine ta his concern about his wife’s behavior, as he looked for her upon the terrace and. the lawn.- Falling to find her he returned to ! the club and telephoned home. “Hello?” He was surprised to hear Eleanor’s voice upon the wire. ! “I’ve been hunting for you all over , the place,” he said. “What took you home so early?” j “Oh, I got enough of It” i “Didn’t,you have a good time?” i “I had an exceptionally good time," . the assured him. “But I don’t understand why you went home, the*.” “Fancy dress makes people do all sorts qf things,” she- said, and before he could comment upon tbe cryptic^ , character of the remark, she asked: . "Have you been enjoying yourself?” ( “Oh, I’ve had worse times,” said he. And thinking to have age final took , for his tost Columbine,' he added: “I (guess I’ll hang around for a while If You don’t mind.” “No, I don’t mind at til. Good night, i deat,” and aha hung up the receiver. | ' , 111 1 “Well, dear,” said Archibald Wel kins nett morning aa his wife* locking very lovely ta a shell-pink house gown, poured the coffee, “tt waa a pretty good party, wasn’t te?” And as she nodded, he went on in an expansive tone: f “Made it rather amusing, after all— husbands and wives not knowing each 1 other’s costumes—don’t you think so?" f “Yes. very amusing.” aba said. “I was quit* soro I recognised yon*” i he told bet “Oh. w««a you?” Ska loqfeed up < j “Yes, In a French court costume* 1 jwlth a high powdered wig.” When she smiled and shook hep bead he was surprised. “That wasn’t you—honestly?” ; “No, honestly.”' , [• “What, was your costume, then?” “I went as a’ Columbine," she said and addressing the maid: “Pass Mr." Welkins the strawberry Jam,” £; ‘ In silence tie helped himself, spread Jam upon a piece of toast, ate It, and drank his' coffee. Then,: “There were two Columbines dressed exactly alike," he ventured. “Yes,” said Eleanor. “This Is the last of that new bacon. Have you made up your mind yet how you like It?” “Ob, It’s very good,” he answered ab stractedly. “Both the Columbine* I sarw had red hair.” “Wigs,” she returned, succinctly. “Wigs?” he repeated, surprised. “They didn’t look like,wigs.”. “Men aren’t very, quick at detecting such things,” said she. Uhen, to his in finite surprise she added. “Do you re member that nice French officer I liked so much three years ago?’ “Why, yes.” . “Well, he wore & toupee.” i' “He did? How do you know?" “I noticed It the first time I saw him.” ■ “Urn,” he said, and sat reflective for a time, then: “Look here, dear,” he went on. "Let’s never speak of that French officer again. It was long ago, and anyway It really didn’t amount to anything.” If ho expected recognition of this magnanimity he was disappointed for she did not speak.’ “Who was the other Columbine?” he asked 1 ta a casual tone'as he was about to rise from table. “Evidently someone! who went to the same costumer I did,”' hie wife replied. “But—.” He checked himself; then with some feeling, added: “I don’t think they ought to send out duplicate costumes for the some party, do you?” But she failed to reply. Often in the eight years of their married life he had been disturbed by her trait of remaining silent when she disagreed with him. He liacf never knoxyn a woman with Eleanor's!capac ity for silence. It gave her a mysteri ous power. HAD BACKING AT VICKSBURG Old Soldier's Humorous Explanation for Not Braving Displeasure of His Batter Half. “When our concern was publishing histories of Missouri counties, soma years ago, one of our solicitors brought in a hard-luck story that seemed amus ing to me, but meant the'loss of $5 to him," said William H. Bingham, field man for a large Chicago publishing house. “The subject was an old farm er living near Bear creek, in one. of the northern counties. Our man sat out on the porch and Jotted down the history, which the fanner gave with eagerness. The farmer had been in ; the Union army, and allowed an hon orable discharge. “Finally everything had been noted, down by the solicitor, who briefly sum marized the facts, and said they would be carefully written out in. the office . and printed In our forthcoming history of the county. “The solicitor handed the farmer a blank to sign, but just as he reached for the pencil K. i " 'Don’t sign that!’ “A large, aggressive woman ap peared at the door, her ample hands resting on her hips. “ 'This is only an order for one of our county histories, with your hus band’s biography in it,’ explained the solicitor. ‘He doesn’t have to pay a cent till he gets the book.’ “ ‘And what Is the book going to cost?’ she demanded. “‘Fifteen dollars.’ “ ‘Fifteen dollars for just onie book?* the wife* cried. ‘Why, I can get a whole shelf full of books for that. Don’t you sign that, Zeb,’ and she walked back to her task In the kitchen. “ ‘Here,’ said the solicitor, again ten dering the pencil; ‘sign here.’ “But the veteran shook his head. "•Guess I won’t go In,’ he- said with finality. “What? You scared of a woman? A man who stormed the Vicksburg en trenchments and entered the. captured citadel.’ “ ‘Yes, yes, I did all that,* admitted the old soldier, “but you see, I had some friends with me thar,’ ’’—Kansas City Star. . Then llhe Got the Ceekies. \ Alice came dashing ta from her play, “Oh, mamma! mamma!” she called. “What Is It, dearie?” momma an swered, from the kitchen. “Mamma, I want some cookies,” Alice begged. “But I Just gave yon sotneia moment ago,” mamma protested. “I know,” Alice admitted, “but I at* those, and now I need- soma more.” “But I don’t think you need any more,” raatnma declared. “It isn’t good tor- you te eat so many cookies. Why, when I was a little girl your size I wasn’t always eating cookies and things between meals!” Alice thought this ever for a mo ment. Then: “Well, maybe you didn’t,” aba ad mitted, “but then you sanely didn’t have as good a mamma as libave!"-* Kansas City Star. "■ 1 ' ■ / * Bono Ammunition. Miss Hunter— A “pence” , advocate declares that games which tnvolvo shooting will soon he eboUetged. Mr. Chose—Wb«a does he,get that stuff? There’ll be orap-sUoaWgg flM> VISITORS TO GLACIER, B. «£ MAY ENJOY EXCURSIONS UPWARD AND DOWNWARD FROM THE EARTHS SURFACE! *»*•/» y* p ■ ‘" I. /W fMK/MU CAV6S * JSSP Down /ft fMU/Ml/ VM£B£ tU£ G&/Moi£s OSff/Hr' t The average reader wh:- followr daily the record of Egyptian exca vations, is fired with a- desk* to t ,visit: those subterranean treasure rooms, * desire that few m»v realize. ? Bat another recent inder-grourrd discovery is within reach of r. ma "■ Jority of summer tourists. Ir i«- « new cavern bevind those hereto, fore explored and visited it th- Selkirk Range of the Canadian /’a [.ific Rockies in British Columbia which are known as the Nnkipiu . Caves. t The discovery of thir natir. wonder was the outcome of a life Os prospecting and early western mntance. Charles Dentsebmarm. an American who roamed the Kcckie? Orange CRUSH Lemon - CRUSH—Lime-CRUSH //// “FILLING STATION” | |§f g — for Thirsty Throats stji Whew! It’s hot and dusty and you are thirsty. But there, right aheadt » a welcome sign—Orange-Crush. It sug gests a zestful, icy. delicious drink. «* When thirsty ask for a Ward’s-Crush, ami dtUghtfui fu _ _ -r»n «« yor * to umtmral fruit oil% o/ Orange, Lemon or Lime flavor, by the , orange*, temom and /,m«. to bottle, glass, case, or served at soda S? ££, £Z /£**££ fountains. You can drink as much of the as you like, they are pure, wholesome food products. Order a case V through your dealer. * * * * 1 \ •*! \ Orange Crush Bottling Company ' J Spencer, N. C. 'i t. * ’> Kit IMS mm PHH'tWK-ff, mw Pits from Colorado to vbe Far North, heard .'".n the lndiaiiL of a twupfed-valley wh.cb they striificeri Anriericao-iiliu, Deutschmacir , de cided 'that.this wag-just the sort-of thing to be looked hrto. Whatever phenomenon existed,' cas;st i.avp a cause. He ftur.d that shift'.asE winds produced the human-like whispers that fiiU J tire csrow canyon: that the h'.le from which issued the supposed angry mrtter mgs oi Manitoi:, was the entrance t-, a series of caves of indescribable beauty For years be spent his summers ir. a. picturesque cabin that be built pen- the oave entrance, and"prowled evei deeper and deeper into the tia-.hrKTCund chambers, finding a Stygian stream and erecting bridges and ladders for the con PAGE NINE venience of tourists who vF-lted, thin ohjeet of interest in increasing numbers year by year. The "fact that a newty-foqfcl chamber atxmt 435 feet k*sr, fifom 12 to 16 feet wide and 160 feet high, is new accessible, will, na doubt, attract, larger mtmharw j 4 visitors than even before. ! Naki.-rx Caves are bat wwant milea by t3ra.il alung Cougar Creek, from Glacier, B. tihw nHytm. point for AlpinistS'es-tßwaamaM*'' ing country is covered with glacier* draped peaks that offer excellent! mountain eiimbing. ratitdrizur vari ous degrees of skull A doughtfut contrast is awarded' by descentingi into the earth and viewing the var£ colored stalactites and. encrusta tions. after It iTliif usnsuilial' ■iiswji trails and white peaks.
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