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Show 1 FOR ART'S SAKE. (Jk. by izola herkifield. CopyrlRht, 1WI. by Izola Men-Mold.) I f,T "VVAS nobody's f.-iult but lier own. Ijf "Vheneivcr ti-oublo came a-knocklng at i'Phlllpr's door, all kind friends raised a hands of Innocence to the skies and clared thankfully that It was nobody's Lult but her own. JHe had no earthly right to raise his dt and smllo when I met him In tho elector," ele-ctor," VHa had cvory right In the world," con-fcdlcted con-fcdlcted Elizabeth, calmly. "If I hud renrln'hls placo I should have come right rwn and called on you, after you had it'ed llko a love-lorn lunatic, PIppa." lt was not lunacy. It was Inspiration!" hlllppa half turned from the piano to gue. "You weren't In the studio at tho no, Both, and you don't know a blessed Tng about It. I wasn't even practicing. Bfcwria cleaning up." nK.llvnVinth omllnrl ?hn hml sien Pllllln- jPjL's cleaning up process. It meant the lEstllng of everything disorderly out of fiKht, under tho divan, behind tho ward-?lbe. ward-?lbe. anywhero at all, so long as It was SjKfAnd ho sang my pet duct from 'II Stovatore.' J3eth, It was splendid. You or old heathen, you don't appreciate mu-?K mu-?K a bit All you can understand are a nw oily dauby-daubs, or a pen-and-ink tetch, but If vou had only heard him" Ki'If 1 had heard him I don't think that ushould have flown to tho window and Harbled back an answer up a New York r shaft." don't care " Thlllppa's lono was lofty bid her attitude belligerent. "I didn't xMto a rap about him personally, and I ilfcdn't tho slightest idea what hu lodkcd ko, but tho voice was divine. It was tho fclce of 'Manrlco' calling, and ".Leonora' iBWercd It for art's sake." JsWell, 'Leonora' had better attend to ;r cleaning up and mind hor own busl-fes. busl-fes. Now she hasn't any cause for com-alnt com-alnt at all, because 'Manrlco' raises his It to hor In tho elevator and says 'how-f'k 'how-f'k In neighborly fashion. Are you sure lai It was -Manrlco?' " L'Oh. yes. He looks It," Phllippa spoko, ith vague enthusiasm. "And Lafayctto lys that ho Is the new one In the studio sr ours." .UtWell, you had better send Lafayette a jtlo printed slip to post up In his oleva- r: Jl 'Students may sing grand opera duets irough the air shaft, but any promlscu- is greetings In elevator will bo followed eviction." "I supposo the poor fellow was so debited de-bited and amazed when he saw how implctely I fulfilled hla Ideal of 'Leonora' iat ho lost his presence of mind.'' Phll-J Phll-J ipa could bo as sweetly simple and con- (ritedly vain as Narcissus among tho atcr lilies. JiPrcscnc2 of mind is never lost " Ellza-bh Ellza-bh added a high light daintily to the left fere of an Italian fruit vendor on the can-has can-has before her "It Is mislaid. As long as jaTdldn't lose his heart he needn't worry.'; jjtfiilllppa laughed, and ran her lingers wxslngly oi er the piano keys. fslil think he Is worrying." ahc said. wBut there were no more duets through lie air shaft. If the occupant of Studio flnpn th third floor hapened to be prac-Ipclng prac-Ipclng her tin Ills and quaver, the occu-If&ht occu-If&ht of Studio 17 on the fourth lloor, sat Jjftjrj his open window and listened, and jjj-hen a full, rich tenor floated down from jjpiudlo 17 Phllippa would tiptoo to tho I window and listen also, and bo glad and irbud In a way, because somewhere In the tolden tomorrows of hope success lay -inugly and surely tucked away for the 2111. brown-eyc-d hoy who dared to greet KUeonora" In the elevator. TOlIe had "dnrcd" only once. Lour: after liven Elizabeth had deigned to bow a pmradcly good-day to him, Phllippa had I passed on her own way, a slim, arrogant fclondo young person In gray and' velvet Ind squirrel furs Elizabeth preserved a jxaccful posture on tho neutral fence. Varring factions were not In her llpo, wiit when she was sending out invitations pr the monthly Dutch picnic In Studio 5, iEhc did not think il amiss to send one up Met Studio 17, iBfPhlllppa was passing club sandwiches cn Bobble Clarkson Introduced her to tall, brown-eyed boy. She did not p the tray. She merely smiled most ciously, and asked If Mr, Eliot liked b sandwiches made of a celestial com-atlon com-atlon of chicken salad, chopped al-nds, al-nds, olives, deviled ham and tabasco ce, . appeared that Mr. Eliot did. In fact, paced after the dispenser of celestial dwlchc3 all around tho studio, in a de-srate, de-srate, determined, man-overboard fash-, fash-, moat disconcerting to the dispenser, 11 he llnally cornered her In a Japanese ovc and forcibly llnlshcd up tho reining re-ining sandwiches himself. And ho nnver even said a word about duet." Phllippa answered later, when sat. like a Hindoo Idol, In a pink 1:1-na 1:1-na on the hod. and thoughtfully rowed ro-wed the evening. "He's a gentleman I a Bcholar. And Bobble savs he's all ht, Solid, old Maryland family, and that sort of thing. First name's Marry, Mar-ry, Marbury Eliot. He has onlv been In w York a couple of months." and he ssn't like It very well. He thinks It's esomo. Ho says we're conservative 1 clannish." There's a good remedy. Tell him to bo ilam unto himself." WPhlllppa ahled a pillow at the scoffer. scof-fer. iJtGooso," she mild. "Can't you see? He rants to belong to my clan. I'm going (Othe Czarga. concert with him tornor-ow. tornor-ow. JU'Seo? Of course I see." quoth Elizabeth aOno Phlllpoa Yates, founder of the Soli So-li ety for tho Prevention of Lonesomeness W o. Strangers In New York, providing Sali itrangera are gentlemen and scholars I torn solid old families, and can sing duets and cat club sandwiches, for art's sake. I see tho end." ' ' But Phllippa only smiled, and was silent. si-lent. It had been a most entertaining and Interesting twenty minutes "spent In the Japanese corner. One's point of view on life In general may alter considerably, oven In twenty minutes. It wan two woks after the Czarga concert. con-cert. Phllippa came out of the Metropolian Metropoli-an opera-house as Eliot swung up Broadway. Broad-way. It had begun to snow at sundown, and there was the lull of traffic that comes on the great White "Way, between dlntior lime and the hour when the curtain rlsos. She wan tucking a couple of 'II Trova-toro' Trova-toro' tickets Into her hrtndbag when ho greeted her. "They're for Beth and me," sho told him, happily. "Wo live on strawberry Jam and crackers when tho opera Is in full blast. Do you know, I never go there but I wonder when my turn will como, don't you?" He did not answer her directly. They had crossed the Sixth Avenue Elevated, and were walking along besldo Bryant park to the station, before ho spoko to her. "I am going homo this week to spend Christmas with my mother In Maryland, and before I ko " A Vagrant wind swept down upon them, and Phllippa bent her head sideways to avoid its sting. A$ she. did so her eyes met his In one swift glance. She was not smiling now. Her face was aglow with a curious, half frightened expectancy "Let's hurry," ahc said. "It's so cold." He stopped short whero only an audience audi-ence of sleepy cab drivers could listen. "Before I go I want to know If I may tell her that next year you will go homo with me." Cab horses are very discreet. They did not even hear the answer. "But It won't happen until next Christmas, Christ-mas, of course," Phllippa explained over a cup of Ceylon In the studio that evening. even-ing. i "Until 'Manrlco' has won fame and fortune for-tune slnclng to his lady love at tho Metropolitan?" Metro-politan?" asked Elizabeth. Phllippa stirred In anothor lump of sugar su-gar demurely. "Oh. Marbury doesn't sing at all, Beth-." sho said. "That was hia room-mate, Gra-harao Gra-harao Moore, who sang tho duot with mo. Marbury Is an artist." And Elizabeth, after one long look of enlightenment, smiled In faahlon wise. "For art's sake," sho said, severely. "Fudge'" |