Judge — August 16, 1919 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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“Did he call you his dear?” Malvern’s face lost something of its habitual genialit “Why, he called us all dears!” “Hedid,eh? Well, what were you going to say he said to you?” “He used to say, ‘My dear, beauty is everything positicely. What is money compared with it? You can trade money for beauty, but listen—you never can buy beauty with money! Of course he meant that if you happened to be n by Dox Hexown Prominent Ci to hi. to have an old suit of do you zen plain all the money in the pen couldn't need, make you world pretty “T guess Bounce was right.”’ Malvern agreed. So Malvern advertised for a chauffeur, offering exceptional inducements for one that should fill the bill. And from the many who applied Madeline picked out an Apollo named Adam Rogg. But she stipulated with Adam that he should always be known to her as “Clarence,” and declared she never—neser—could uve his surname. As the wage was generous, and she smiled upon him, Adam did not object Malvern found that his expenses lapped alarm- ingly over into his reserves as the months sped. His natural impulse to get money was spurred to a gallop. Used to the discounting of dilations of the imagination by the cognoscenti in The Street—and he always had figured that he belonged to that shrewd class—he began to play wildly instead of sanely. He mixed with the mad mob on the Curb. A man whose judgment he had always respected had become lunatic over Texas oil. He had a sure thing, and gave Malvern a tip. Malvern plunged on it and lost all he had. It was no salve for his hurt to learn that the tipster also had gone broke. Madeline's face chilled him when he told her what had happened. Adam Rogg had left them months before, and Madeline never had been able to replace him as a chauffeur Others were as skilful, but not one could be found with his com- pelling beauty. When Malvern talked to her of econ- omy, and a cottage somewhere in the sub urbs, she laughed. “I have forgotten what economy means,” she remarked,‘andhaveno desire to learn again.” She left him and re- turned to the stage under the direction of Manager Bounce. Malvern made a little money on the Drawn by J. K. Bavass “If I'm disturbing you, fat plumber (timid clothes . TM stop. “Better stop, my dear, I think you've killed “ Curb, and one evening some time later so far abandoned his habit of economy as to indulge in dinner in what he called ‘a regular place.” As he took a modest seat in a restaurant where he had spent lavishly in flush days, he was greeted by a friend at a moment when both saw Madeline and Adam Rogg_ promi- nently seated together. I suppose you are di- vorced by this time, old man, id Malvern’s friend, as both eyed the couple. “Didn’t that chap once drive her Yes." Malvern’s ap- petite was gone. I hear he has cleaned up a million at that you doi “T thought so. oil. The Impulse By t HE woman haunted me. Everywhere I crowded haunts of men, to the solitary fastnesses of the wilderness—nay, in the hurrying carriages of the railways— should I look about me I would sce her; her flowing black hair, that smile! Those teeth, Always I saw her; always With her smile. Never a word Grecory Hartswick went—to the her inscrutable eyes, her smile gleaming with a tigerish suggestion! she mutely indicated to me what I must do. her feline smile, she pointed the Act to me. only the suggestion of that smile It lasted four months, during which time I weakened by degrees, as the moose pursued by the solitary wolf weakens. 1 fought at first; but toward the last I found myself yielding as 10 hypnosis to the unspoken command of those teeth. 1 would do what she wished. I felt it coming. But I made one last effort. I went to my club toforget her in communion with the souls of men. I sought the lounge and picked up a magazine, opening it at random Be- tween my eyes and the paper her face hovered, staring up at with her smile, her eternal infernal smile. I rushed forth like a madman and bought a tube of Dr. Klenem’s toothpaste. actively me Utopia Behind their barri- cades of jewelry, limou sines and ormolu clocks the capitalists made their last stand. They had used up their last pearls and ru- bies to mow down the Red Guards of Rum, who sought all the capitalists’ stored up booze. They finally capitu- lated and socialized their I'm only practicing to kill time.” ig a cellars and wine-vaults. comicbooks.com