Life — August 3, 1905 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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“LUPE Goop-nvE, ther consolation, As an inst prophet you are in a class by yourself. “Good-bye, Lire.” Good-by War. HIS, from Mrs, y Baker G. Eddy, ex cathedra, would seem to be at least epochal: “* Hear, O Isracl, the Lord God is one Lord.” I now request that the ch cease special prayer for the peace of nations, and faith that God docs not hear our prayers only because of oft but that He will bless all the inhabitants of the earth, and ' None nor say unto Him: What doest Thou?* Out of His allness He must bless all with His own truth and love.”? What the effect is likely to be of lea x. the Lord a free hand in the Far matter for the serious considera- tion of all who have at heart the highest welfare of the race, 145 JAM. A Simian Sonata. By vox BUTTIN, BARONI Citarter 1, ELIOTROPE, royal purple heliotrope everywhere. A white, dusty road; southern skies; and Jam—Jam with her monkey on her shoulder. Few could tell them apart. They looked like twins, From the moment one gazed at Jam, one knew that she was destined for a tragic history. All of her relatives and friends had sunset-hued pasts, and the aim of Jam's ex- nce was to acquire one also. From childhood she had wandered among Dukes and Duchesses, Prinzessin and Altessin, Queens of Tragedy and Opera Singers, all of whom had Tyrian-dyed backgrounds. The monkey was the one sweet, simple thing in the girl’s life, Once Gemma Ravellings sent for her. The great actress wore a tumbled, linen gown, and her wig was canted over her dyed eyebrows. Deep lines were graven in her sallow, ¢, and her hollow eyes flamed in their sockets. said, dropping several octaves in order to get the proper tragic depth to the golden voice which had thrilled Europe, ‘Jam, you owe much to one person.” Jam looked questioningly at the monkey. Yo, not the monkey,” Ravellings dropped her voice a few more staves; ‘but the man you are going to love. When he comes, he will have a right not only to your future, but to your past, Bending above the girl and the monkey, the actress aightened her wig with one thrilling gesture, and lifting her voice from the ground, murmured ‘* Addio! Jam rushed from the room, Under the stars she stood in a lonely corner of the garden, the monkey gibbering softly inherear. ‘The manIam going to love,” she repeated, — And, ah, the misty pathos of her eyes !— ‘* He will want my past, and I have none!" ist Cuarrer XXII, Accompanied only by “ Silly,” her maid, and the monkey, Jam set out in search of a ‘* past ’’ and the man she was to love. Sometimes she stopped with her grandfather, Lord Nolands, who had a past like a Persian mig; and some- times she tarried with her father and mother, whose pasts shone like the Field of the Cloth of Gold; and again she would remain with her father’s wife, who had a pink and white present, and always spoke of her past as ‘‘ my mis- fortune.” And then at last Jam met HIM, James Wheels. He was ain M.P.; but possessed of an ambition which was worse than the toothache, Jam hiccoughed involuntarily whim, and by this token she knew that love ne to her, The monkey, too, was strangely, sadly f He tore out w handfuls of Jam's hair, and gibbered feveri Wheels was engaged to the beautiful daughter of a Duchess; yet, nevertheless, he asked Jam comicbooks.com