Life — January 4, 1906 — page 39: what you’re looking at

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her rd- ent pay sy irs. ilk 5 gnor Gardini, the world-famous violinist, and many known in the worlds of fashicn and music.” think I see this man's finish, Billy.” said Gillette as he read Mrs. Woiherspoon’s effusion: “if he’s got the society bee in his bonnet, he's a ee Cae cr two more of these chary le evening parties, and he re for the knit J the more fattening of this sort he gets, the Hi be ready me peopie think that this sort of puffery D but it doesn’t; it only puts on fat, not bone and muscle. They fe to pigs in Chicago and to fools in New York, and always -with U se in view.” Scarlett, marveling greatly at the wisdom of his superior and eax ood work along, began at once a magazine article en- tit of Critical Thought—Mcn Who Can Make or Unmake (a) : Play and Acte and left a note on Bardwell’s desk ask- ing for his photograph New England conscience—a clammy wraith who appears whenever a cescendant of the Pilgrims begins to spend a litle meney—liid a cuid the musical critie’s shoulder one day as he was his cheque fc n a : grocer’s Dill, “These new friends of yours are going to cost u ctly penny, I'm afraid,” said Demas, rueiuliy new friends!" retorted Kitty. “Why, you dear silly boy, don’t snow that it's you that these women come to see? You should be t one to complain of bills for the little entertainments we © and which have made you almost a social celebrity within three short month Kitty, having silenced her husband with this tactful remark, turned ch she had in mind for securing a ait for her next musicale. rathcote, the author of “Lord Coalworthy’s First Indis- s to New York, ostensibly to study republican insti- y for the publication of her new and but in reality to pave the w brilliant novel of London society, “The Transgression of Lady Clapper- claw.” and to superintend the production of the stage version of that as yel unprinted story which had been hastily prepared for the American set. Incider British nobility a new record in the matter of personal thrift, and to ac- cep! any invitation to eat, drink or ride that might come her way. Years of experience on the hard-fought field of London society had left Lady Muriel well fitted for the American campaign on which she now proposed enbark, and she walked down the Cunard gang-plank fairly bubbling + with kindly enthusiasm for the dear, bright, hospitable American ¢ whose pocketbook she regarded as an oyster, that would surely epen at her touch. Lady Muriel intended to establish for the traveling Lady Muriel was the bait on which Kity had set her heart, and she devermined that Demas should imerview her as soon as she his “Intimate Chats with Famous Authors.” And why not? Had she not aged 10 keep his hands off Carbonari all winter long? Had he not at her instigation written and caused to be published in the Planet a two- clamn essay on the intellectual acting of Mrs. Willy Fortescue. the rived for fuvons English actress whom all society was crazy to meet? Had she jardini’s great kindness in bring- ever given him a moment's peace until ny his fiddle and playing on it had received suitable critical reward? It uld be atter for him to procure for the famous glish velista column or two of free advertising, and she made up her mind t, willy nilly, he should do it. Now it happened that on the very day that Bardwell suggested to the or-in-cliief the advisability of interviewing Lady Muriel for his “Inti- te Chats with Famous Authors,” “Old man Barshfield.” who had pes- ly taken note of certain fulsome paragraphs in the papers containing \irs. Wotherspoon’s prattle that had been assiduously thrust under his vose, remarked that it was about time to “put a little ginger” into the Saturday literary page, and Gillette, cordially agreeing with this sentiment, promised to have it done without delay. That night he remarked to Mr, Scarlett that the “old man” was “getting vise to the game,” and that the time had come for the knife. “We've got im fattened up about right,” he continued, employing the elegant simile i the stock yards, “and one swift, sharp stroke will be enough. Be sure nd have that copy ready for Saturday weck, and don’t be afraid of put- ng it too strong; I'll stand for it.” At 10 o'clock on Saturday morning—the day preceding that fixed for the Bardwells’ musicale—Demas entered the dining room to find his wife a simple 1 (Continued on second page fcllowing.) & xt Registered Trade Mark. ANNUAL SALE ‘The Linen Store” HE Annual Sale at “The Linen Store” has been carefully arranged for on the same broad plan as heretofore, This is not a haphazard affair in which the goods have been gotten together hurriedly from anywhere, but something for which we have been making careful preparation for many months. 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