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Show 5 Hotv Society DuckedDebutantes at $1 a Duck xj ;if TO SEE THE And How Five Brave Maidens Risked Complexion and (debutantes feU ducked a Gold for Charity's Sake V for ducking debutantes, the were probably larger and certain-- " ly more vociferous. The fete was held at Peacock Point on the Locust Valley, Long Island, estate of Mrs. Henry P. Davison. Mrs. Davison wished to raise money to aid the Amer-charity crowd I n S r 1 r. the game. At first small boy, fully dressed, was the victim. This afforded considerable excitement and many guests took a. shot at the catch- pin at a collar a tnrow. une tried many as ten shots before he hit it. Then Miss Polly Rousmaniere and Miss Ellen Lord, two of the loveliest of the debutantes, were observed In earnest conversation. They glanced at their observed the ducking stool, gowns, studied the aim of those who were trying The aim didn't seem to hit the catch-piirw jlk ? r T,iV:Kv . I ' y. so good. y A V '4' -- 'WW - r yjmsmm OLD PRINT. Ducking Stool as It Was Used in Colonial Times as a BALLY HOO. Punishment for "Scolds" and BALLOON VENDER. I i ACTUAL DUCKlNa that The Camera Clicked at Someone Hit the Catch-PiSpring Sending One of the Daring Debutante into the Davison Pool. Jut Lloyd chal t s, Who Alio H I p d to Raise S i SPLASH Charming Mr.. jLijL-JA- t Gossips. F if ican Society for the Control of Cancer and she called for novelties. The revival of the ducking stool was the bright idea at of some Long Island blueblood. Money the Davison The stool was suspended over a pool that released it was and the catch-pi- n Society Fete. placed against a piece of canvas. The stood some thirty feet away beColonial days when the ducking patrons hind a rail and threw baseballs at the INstool was used as a punishment for catch-piWhen they hit it, smack went "scolds" and gossips its operation althe occupant of the ducking stool into the water. ways brought a large crowd of appreciaThe idea of placing a debutante on the tive observers. Just a few days ago, when it was used at a Long Island society perilous seat was not hit upon until late Presently they were joined by three other debs, the Misses Ethel Schnewind, Cecile Work and Katrine Vietor. Mora talk, more exclamations, and finally: "I'm game if you are!" "All right, I'll try jt. I hope they miss." When the five girls announced their intention of taking the boy's place in order on the ducking stool the interest suddenly became intense. Those who had spent their money at the other concessions, watching the gymkhana races, tent them pitching and games of skill, left . . n The rest of the midway was deserted voices of d as the stentorian but Walter Devereux,. Thomaa Clark and Grinnell Morris, who were oprating the stool, announced that Miss Ellen Lord would risk a wetting and that any gentleman who cared to spend a dollar might have the pleasure of trying to send her into the tank. The society barkers had no sooner closed their appeal than various cavaliers began fighting their way through the crowd for the first chance. Those in their way had to stand aside or be trampled. Miss Lord seated herself on the duck- W3ll-bre- Padlocked IN When She Wouldn't Pay the Rent Myra St. Maur was a beauty and actress of Shakespearian roles. The Reletxd jRf if ex- - n? stool, parted her pensive coitTeur, smoothed down her Pans eown. ad- justed her silken knees, and gazed at the catchpin, ap -- y4 - 3 2 IS t f 3 prehensively, but with a Dartlv suppressed circle. Whizi went a white baseball toward the catch-piand bang against the canvas behind. A miss. Bang went another. But the third ball caught the wooden device, fair and square, and pretty Miss lord went splashing into the water. f S "4 She came ud sDutterinc and Then debutthe other laughing. antes crowded forward and took a drench"U. ing for charity's sake. At the finish five smart Summer dresses were ruined, five peachy complexions and chic coiffures were in need of rehabilitation, but more ing stool- has served than $1,000 had changed hands for the pose. tfjH'" , - . MUsEW nor Laag ley. Chair us the of Committee tries, Opening Charity Fat E the ea Mrs. Heary P. Faahio able Loaf Island Estate. Davison's benefit of t& Cancer Fund. . It ii perhaps the only lima la history that the barbarous duck-humanitarian pur-- Reallv whpn FiVhtorq 1VVWHJ FOUGHT Igla the elderly actress was out two heavy ONCE The front windows padlocks on the doors. of the basement apartment, like all such winpublic knew her then as an artist, but dows in New York, were barred, but Myra difSt. Maur rejoined her dogs by crawling recently she achieved publicity in quite a ferent way. a small hall window. through She rented a basement apartment on the Finally the landlady's tenacity, backed by the upper west side of New York and moved in law, won. Myra St. Maur, who once shared with' four small white poodLes.,Soon. .one of the-- world' applause, carried her 4oga to the poodles had puppies, then there were eight. new home. Neighbors objected to the puppies and the THE HOME. landlady said Miss St. Maur failed to pay her rent. She was asked to move, but refused. Where Mvra St. Maur Reaisted the Siege of Her Landlady. The landlady's next move was unique, w hue she-nu- ' :..r J : f r--"- '' v . My,, st. M.Vr, the former Sr.ke.pe.rian Actreti, Who - piit: Ut t. Td; f - s 1 Padlocked in fr ' , Her New York F" " t Home With Her 5. ' " Poodles. It; W.i f rnir 'flto N ) t e- j -) . . " f, L - ? 1 Is8 SC At 1 f ' . ;' )' , . ".vv.S Nv 1 " , V X - JOE RIVERS. Lightweight Whom Ad BeWolg.at, the Inaane lieves He Will Soon Face in Settle. Old-Tim- T'..? . if e Ad Wolgast, one time boxing champion, now hopeand exlessly Insane, shadow-boxe- s ercises in a Californian asylum, believing he is training for a title bout with his e rival, Joe Rivers. Ad seems in perfect physical condition, but his brain fails to function normally because of the hundreds of blows he took on the head in the days of his ring prowess, fifteen year? ago. Then a "title bout" often lasted for POOR ?4 Poed Photo of Ad Wolgatt (Right) and Cattling NeJaoa, Who Were Rival ia the Days When Boxing Bout We'ra Longer and More Puniahing Than They Are Today. At Right: Ad Wolgatt at He Looks Today in the Psychopathic Ward of the Lot Angeles General HoipitaL old-tim- forty or more terrific rounds. f BOOT ConUnned from preceding page. ' ' By CHafles Q off Thomson i r-- 4an. an earth reborn. Curioutfy, Mfil waa all Juat as be bad (oreaean. Nothing ft aemed strange to him torn Ing. ' 0 It was una a non uivi r.r-t- thm &ma to his Mecca. tter a aorry pilgrimage the numbef of wboes bloody detours even he could not reckon. As be passionately drank tn the bursting breath of the Hy and sensed the eternal promise of spring, tears streamed down his cheeks. Here In this lilting springtime he, too, wpuld be reborn. The past was behind, dead. He would love all theae popla thaae happy, hurrying people.akinFor to the first time, and with aomethlng agony, he grasped the full meaning of words that often had been upon his'. lips merely as . . Brothershibboleth . . . Comrade hood. . . As' he walked to the big hotel fronting opon gardena landscaped by Napoleon he smiled Into every face. He appeared but a Kout and weather beaten foreigner with whiakera, but even a world wise cabman Bedded a greeting, for Ml chal Zoek's face bore aa nreatsUbte smile, a smile faint and Ingratiating, like a bad Utile boy's; a smile Oat rooaed In the beholders a vagrant but touching pathos. The final steps of bis clan, so often rehearsed during days of trial, went like clockwork. In answer to a guarded telephoning, jtbelard himself hurried to the botel. After ehrewdly permitting Parts' greateet furrier to eool his heela a while. Miehal frankly admitted him, waved him to the pile of furs heaped upon a table, caught the connoisseur's irrepressible gaap of wonder. Abe lard, knowing that the world's great furs, like the world's great Jewels, usually men tbe market through questionable made only one little gesture of Only one, for be accurately gauged the dangeroua temper of bis man. - Abelard wept three times In seven minutes once as bis loving hands swept Into the lustrous again aa he paid the price In cash. and again when he realised that the prtoa-lea- s skins were his. "They are sold!" be cried. "Already sold, monsieur. And at a price! Ah, a price 111 three days Abelard creates a sensation a sensation that wtu establish him supreme for another ten years. Ah, the drama, monsieur e Jtussian sable coat tor a Ruasian princess! Tbe talk will go around the world, monaieur. And such talk makes Abelard! Talk and seven hundred thousand francs! But worth ltl The czar's own sables! Ah, monsieur, I had feared leat you trade with my competitor!" Mlchal stirred. Here at the very pinnacle of his success with a competence literally In bis two bands, a phrase brought a gnawing uneasiness. "Tou knew I was coming?" he questioned sharply. Abelard. aenalng danger, hurried his de" Not surely, monsieur," he said parture. from the door, " but I had ah Intimations. And now you will ezcuee me. please, for I hurry to my salon to begin, monsieur, the sable cloak for" be paused with true" Gallic histrionic effort" for the Princess Anna Prova Butaren." The door cloeed behind the furrier, but the name be bad pronounced seemed to echo and reecho. To Mlchal It was as If the string that bound him to the past, so carefully severed when be set foot to Paris had been retied by maladroit fingers. These sables, brought by him through terrino hazards that had cost four Uvea and hla own traitorous expatriation, were destined to warm and shelter the . one aristocrat whose name remained unchecked on his list! What a consummation! Was Fate at work, crossing his plana, ridiculing hla herculean labors? Tbe thought obsessed 'him. took him to pacing the room in a black mood tinged with awe. For. though he was loath to admit It to himself, the age old veneration of the czar had outlived the last of the Little Fathers. Even Mlchal Zeck, after aoven years of power In the new rglme, I ' quailed Inwardly at thought of what" he had done a czar dead might strike back in some mystlo way. Mlchal Keck feared no living man, but fear of the occult preyed upon him. Even now, with the sables out cf his keeping, he had a bad hour. Could the furs still betray him? Could the unspoken curse that he knew to have ridden him since their theft still harm him though he was now rid of them? He raged aloud that be wished he had never seen the furs, that he bad given them to Mennenkoff 's girl. But mere thought of her quieted htm, brought hack a saner ertlmate of hla situation He was rid of the .cursed furs, be had the money, a fortune; there remained but to find the girl with whom, more than anything else In life, he longed to share Its enjoyment Chastened, softened, he dnafaed fine clothes already delivered at a heavy premium for haste clothes that marked the new highway of his Ufa. After weeks In the soft fur wrappings the touch of exquisite cool linen soothed his body. A valet se suite aided him, lent a few finishing touches to an evening dress in which Mlchal Zeck strode forth a truly distinguished figure. His trim, erect, end vigorous bearing, together with the eager alertness of his roving gaje, set him apart from the crowd of evening seekers after gayety. His French was passably good, but be unmistakably was foreigner, and alone a double entry in the gay night life of Paris. But he disregarded all advances, kept aloof, maintained a ceaseless search for the girl. Nothing And. curiously, be else now mattered. kne that she was there. He had but to End her. The food of princes, the wine of kings, and all that warmth he had so longed to Cud! The night was balmy, the air Inexpressibly lilting. 8 till bcahlng In rts glory, he turned reluctant feet homeward at tour In the morning. Three girts, honeyleaa fiowers blooming only at night, found him A pair of Aparhea. lurking uninterested. In tbe deep shadows of tie Vendome. de . eded sgainat him as quarry; he would have died violently tn that square had they known that, out of the sense of power Its bulk gave him, he carried a fortune In hla crat pocket. Contemptuous of the hazards of a city after bis survival of great risks, he bore the money on bis person, vaguely planning the great climax, foretasting the girl's pleasure when he should display it, half of Its pleasures to be bers. He strode briskly down the Rue d'e RlvoU, the freedom of limbs pleasant after the fur swathed weeks. He quickened his pace, amused that, after rigors of the Urals and the Carpathians, he ahould feel cold hese. where fiowers bloomed In the Tullertei ' along which be walked. Later, In hla room, he grinned aa contact with cool linen sheets brought a sneeze. He. Mlchal Zeck of the Russias, catching cold In Paris with the scent of fiowers wafting through the window-- . He grinned at the thought and fell asleep. At soon be woke pleaaaatly from a dream In Which be had found the girl. Breakfasting leisurely before the open window, be scanned the passing throngs, intently scrutinizing every girl with corn colored hair. A sudden coughing spilled his tea. and he frowned thoughtfully; but dinner time found Mm at Clre's; at midnight he was pacing the boulevards to search the face of the cafwds. Alternate fevers and chills, slight but persistent, rretted him, but the search for her went on till five la the morning. The following night, faultlessly groomed, he sat at Maxim's, but without appetite. A alight cold, be told himself Impatiently. But even the sight of food nauseated him, acd be nervously called for bis bat. his walking stick. "Tour hand Is like Ice." the waiter told Mm, solicitoualy. " Monaieur will be taking a great sickness'. " In sullen fury Mlchal blasted the fallow s anxiety, then fled the place. Outside be halted, racked by a period of coughing, and he winded from the tripping blows of his Tuise in flushed face and beal Weak with a discomfort that he refused to recognize as pain, he continued bis fruitless search. At midnight a sleepy gendarme suggested a doctor and shrugged his cape at the curt answer.; One snore night Mlchal Zeck went forth. Immaculate, Iron resolution keeping him. erect snd to his search. His stertorous breathing claimed the attention, of a physician at an .adjoining table, whose brief study . of wrist and, thorax led to an Double pneumonia! Mlchal. who had fallen Into a coma that permitted the doctor's short examination, roused at this pronouncement, and without a word stumbled blindly out of the cafe Into a waiting taxi. Twice the chauffeur aaked directions, but the passenger bad lost consciousness. Thinking him drunk, the grinning chauffeur drove to the cafe popularized for that one night by a rumored coup of the management. There he half led, half carried his reeling passenger through the expectant crowd that thronged the splendid corridors. Breathing In tortured sobs, his black eyes with fever, Mlchal was conscious cf but two things that the furs had betrayed him to his duath he had taken them off too quickly and. tn the pride of his fine strength, had neglected the consequent ' cold" and a ravenous desire to find the girl, his woman, tonight. He must find her tonight Must! Out of his occult sixth sense be knew that he would not see the morrow. Unutterably weary, ha could not support his bead. A eophisticsted waiter, misinterpreting bis condition. proppd him in a cushioned ccmer so that he could not fall forward. Mlchal Zeck was In no pain, for his aironles had been obscured by lassitude. Delirious, bs sat wide eyed, but saw nothing and hfard nothing, lived other scene with other A vivid pantomime of people. Sequence. Scraps out of the first red year of revolution swift rise through ruthless deeds fleet glimpses Into the past, here and there, but always a return to the car's own sables the musky odor of the Instant-diagnosis- ge ... warren. Then alt the visions hla memories ail lapsed save parallel ski tracks down a desolate BigU slope. In his obliterating want of the giri be dM not note the rustle of eager commeat that passed through the gayly thronged rattan rant, that rose to a chorus of d alight Om masculine vole raised high the nam tt the) sensation of this on Parisian night, th wearer of Abalard's so famous cloak: " Th sable cloak I .Th prtnoaasl Am Prova Butaren! " Th nam crashed through Michel's fadtaaT faculties, roused hla but flack of vitality. ' With a prodigious effort he roe to his feC Anna Prova ButarenI Th ene Ua crossed name on all his list! His hand fumbled tor his pistol. By sheer will power b cleared bis fading vision. H saw her. She was smiling. tmHlag, ta her marvelous cloak, But no! It was not Anna Prova Butarea. Above th sables there shon a mass of unmistakable rusted gold hair, unforgettable) gray eyes, ya that met his, trldeaed startled recognition. Mennenkoff's glrli E had found bis woman. " Th Hla throat rattled. Ml Mlchal! " he whispered haanety. Tottering erect, he reached out hla arms. Two, thre Mens toward bar he won at Inconceivable cost before h west down Into th velvet rug. Darkness rushed li to encircle him. but for a moment ha saw her In a panel of iridescent sparks 'Mt showered from th chandelier under which she stood. Her eyes wer unfathomable as ah bent over him. Hla hand groped to hi wallet, gestured la gift aa Death nudged his elbow. " For for you," b gasped. "Tou. Parts." Then, to her, he died at her feet But to Mlchal Zeck It seemed aa though tt LitU Father' sable might have slipped from her shoulders, ao soft and dark and enveloping was th mantle that enfolded lum forever. 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