The Great God Success

the crowd of out-of-town people at the Waldorf. Howard was attracted, fascinated by the scene-carefully-groomed men and women, the air of ga

t not for my kind of a working man. It appeals too

rden, looking about for Segur. Soon he saw him wavin

rs. Carnarvon and Miss Trevor. They are cousins, Howard, so be cauti

made her thinness obtrusive and attractive or the reverse according as one's taste is toward or away from attenuation. Her eyes were a dull, greenish grey, her skin brown and smooth and tough from much exposure

easant way of looking out of unusually clear blue-green eyes. Her hair was of an ordinary shade of dark brown, but fine and thick a

n a frank confession that she had never in her life had an original thought capable of creating a ripple of interest. She was Mrs. Sidney, rich, of an "old" family-in the New York meani

onal-about Kittie and Nellie and Jim and Peggie and Amy and Bob; about the sayings

he silent Howard at last a

n the city,

it delightful. You see I have not lived anywhere but N

we have the worst cl

the world? You see, we have the air of the sea in our streets. And when the sun shines, which it does more days in the year

ou know you mustn't." This to Miss Trevor who was lifting the glass to her

ver thought of it before, but New York really has a fine climate. And only this afternoon I let that stupid Englishman-

sn't it, after Octo

in the late spring. When it's warm, it

e a New

t showing surprise at his ignorance. "That is, I s

ll

who don't count, or ra

r looking into her plate to smile with a suggestion

e people-the masses, I think they're called-the people who have t

e who work

out anywhere, the people who read the ne

ughing. "Well, that's one way of looki

is you

view rather different from yours. Now I should say that your people don't

papers, like Jim Segu

y call ed

re an

f the editors who does

esting," said Mis

that. In fact work is the only permanently interesting th

ery dissatisfied.

ed for gowns, at going about to dinners and balls and the

t work. It is a

order that all these people who don't count may read about

do it to get i

ol about and keep itself in condition to form a course at Segur's dinner. But after all,

feel like a d

you work altogether for others. You give, give and get in return nothing but a few flattering gla

iss Trevor was looking at

back something equivalent or near it. I'd insist on having my

hen I said that about

oget

e to be underbred, of a different sort. I hate doing things that are us

ducation," said Howard, with a smile

ror of contact with-well, with unplea

o be out of touch with the great masses of one's fellow-beings, to play the part of a harlequin or a ballet-girl on the stage of life? I understand how a stupid ass can fritter away his one chance to live in saying and hearing and doing silly things.

till, I suppose you'll give yourself absolut

I'm observing a phase of life. And I'm see

portant-sty

s, would spend so much time and thought in making anything

men are wasting time when w

gacity. Women talk trade, 'shop,' as soon as they get a

d the word fish

outh next mo

plained to Howard: "Bobby-Mr. Berersford

ng and all that they said was of the nature of gossip. But they talked in a sparkling way, using good Engl

d not spoken during the evening, said to Segur:

e for me?" Mrs. Carnarvon asked h

carriage. "Who is Mr. Howard?" Mrs. Sidney said,

and a very clever one-none better. He works hard

ery handsome-do

nteresting," s

This comes of never seeing women," he said to himself. "The first girl I meet seems the most beautiful

t Sunday to Mrs. Sidney's great house i

eer waste of time. Mrs. Sidney can do me no good, o

ently staring into the fire. Yet when he had spoken to Mrs. Sidney and turned toward her she at once stretched out her hand with a slight smile.

n doing since I saw yo

about politics for the

er isn't elected, or is elected, to something or other. And then, whether he is or not, nothing happens. I should think the men who have be

, you can't understand it without a little study at first. It's a pity women don't take an interest. If they d

n laughed and Howard was flattered. "And also, well, riding in the Pa

as I do. It seems so fussy and foolish and futile. I wish-that is, sometimes I

" called Mrs. Sidney.

she answered: "No, he comes a wee

rs. "Now there is a kind of work that never bothers a man's brains or se

ld go abo

-wh

ee pe

ny people. I'm always se

ay. I mean go where you will be

he time. I can do nothing without a definite object. I can't be just a little interested in anyt

say, you'd be absorbed until you found out all

ore I wearied of her. I think women usually weary first. Men are very monotonous. We are as vain as women, if not vai

say that it is the men th

alking about, but through another kind-quite different. Women are so lazy

t she moved a little farther away from it. "Your ideal woman

a working-girl, a girl that supported herself. How can a man be certain of the love of a woman wh

anity in that remark," she said. "Now I can't

actice doubtless I should be as

the joy of living and was glad this particular tall, slender, distinguished-looking girl was there to make his enjoyment perfect. They were gay with the delig

again?" he asked as h

is going to invite you to

ou," sai

nce boldly and laughed. Howard wondered w

ght. "And how do you like Miss Trevor?" Segur bega

active girl,

ring, I believe. At any rate it's generally looked on as settled. Teddy's a good deal of a 'chump.'

consciousness of the nearness of the fire, her flush when Mrs. Sid

s in luck," h

g him a dance if he bores her. And bore her he will

of w

or real estate or hunting or automobiles. Our women are not like the English women-stupid, sodden. They are alive, acute. They w

Paris-lik

en are more sentimental, not fond of intrigu

coming out-the passion for achievement. They want a man of whom they ca

ging his shoulders. "When a woman l

disturbed thought about Teddy Danvers's fiancée-the first t

all things appear in their true relations and true proportions. But only there was it possible for the gap between him and Alice to close-that gap of which she was more acutely conscious than he, and which she made wider far than it really was by

ning strength to resume its pursuit of the eternal feminine. And the eternal feminine was certainly most

impse from his barred window of the fields and the streams radiating the joy of life and freedom. And Marian was of his own kind-like the women among whom he had been brought up. She satisfied his idea of what a "lady" should be, but at the same time she was none t

temptation. And even in those days he had small regard for the means when the end was one upon which he had fixed his mind. "Why not take what I can get

an ample physical basis for it-and far more of a mental basis than young imagination demands. He took

s in