The evening world. Newspaper, December 25, 1907, Page 9

ening’ rld Daily ; | Magaz ine, Wednesday, December 25, JHE NEW P Even Good Lying J Doesn't Sabe \ Mm ‘John Giayde’s Honour” Me mvHAT ruddy and wordy little man, Alfred Sutro, toes the mark only once In his triangular affair, ‘J Haya which {fs try- ing desperatoly: to haye a merry Christmas and a look into the New Year at Daly's. ‘This ‘new and or) al pay” ts as old as th ral drift ta cons2mGd, while tts “origina! that you are now prepa to throw into the beaten ‘trick. until a sat at the end It with as wor Wo = CET HIM TAKE You. ) SS Away Avo DY TWILL MAKE Ee YOU BOTH AM ONLY ST ~ (DAY AFFINITY) < AN ARTIST long of hifacing from | s olin G proved a lreary way o’ ing Ghristmas tl Miss Darragh, As & Neauttful far {f not a beantifit stood up for Murel's home- ng He with the courage of which i real Jierolnes aro made. Any woman | can He—in fact, lying ecomes a fine 1 it {s given the feminine touch —but where, outside of -Daly’s, will you find & woman with the moral cournge} er ie sauare'y and fairly? | noral se! Yor in epite of | Murte! Glayde has | moral courage of no mean onler, and | she ficats her battle of deception with | weapon at hand. Sutro calls his play ‘John Glayde's Honour,” and by that title in- dicates that John Glayde ts to be con- sidered his chief figure. As a matter | of fact Murlel Glayde's honor Is very much mofe Importqnt, and Mrs, Glayde | is by far the most {nterosting character | in the play. ‘ase In the game of money- ntil another man beats him } It was all done long ago by We know the story of the | heart, and perhaps we aro her weakness 1 Mraraert y J. K. Hackett as John Glayde; Miss Darragh >* Muriel Glayde. § millionaire <9 en Viove doesnt count mpressive about It. nia nny thm As a mtory of t making that the at it, there Is nothing new nor Mr, Norris in "Tho Cit —an i ‘Nempernmental" artist and “model” wit Peartily: siok.ef it. But the woman in thls ca: The -negiected wife who refuses to blush unseen after act Is usually | @ week-kneed, spineliss creature » crumpi¢s up m at 1175 and | falls upon the neck of the husband avho cbpdescendingly admits that he's } | wrong, tf not “wrorzcd.” and wraps her In forgivencas and the ending @hat sends us home chaste and slwy. Eut Muriel Glayde is another sort, and when her husband follows her to Waris, after heaving neglected her for years, and proposes a new Honeymoon, she @emizds him that tls sort of thi n't as tasy as signing a check. Hiv first @ign of jealousy puts her on her gus fearful of losing the man she loves @bé Degins to Me in her most finished style. Of course the average moralist sill call'her nasty. names and pour the vials of contempt over her. But those fwho do a0 will miss the splendid loyalty abe shows to her ideal of love and to Ber lover, and at the same time, to my gaind, miss the one merit that the play pesrsesses. To ece this you must look above the fevel of modiocre acting, though Miss Darragh does a groat deal to raise the performance to an intelligent plane. Al- @heurh !t ts dimcult to see anything tn ber that would inspire an artist, and ad- solutely impossible \zo understand what he can ece In the artist, as acted with Geadly insignificance by Mr, William G@auter, thore is a hard and dry quality about Miss Darragh that wins both re- epect and admiration. It is only when. the throws herself into the briny sea of emotionalism that she goes: upon the rooka. There {an't the making of a tear fn her. But she brings up splendidly when Glayde confronts his wife in the ect of running off with the artist and she tells him that she hes led to him and caressed him only to save her lover from his wrath. And then Glayde tells the artist to take her and “help her to Me and betray no more." Mr, Sutro doesn't know the American husband, or he would not have written that n-ene in which the eftist practically defles C akin. Nor docs Mr. James K. Hackett help ta whic! he plays the tuisband. His virility: seems to fe forever dropping Into the depths of mere sound. He beo fr is almost furny to seo the way In wih Ge ts nianaged by his secre- tery, a role to which Mr, Walter D. Greene gives sinister. amphasis end ludi- crous importance, +{1. George M. Grsham plays n ry young Englishman meatly, and MizsvIda Waterman acts a allly dowager according to specications, Other women, aupperosiy American, are horribly * Miss Dari course, can't help it, bul why “an Etvelish actress was chosen t> play the role of an American worn isn't quite clear, ‘ner becaure wié Hos su beau- You ike 4 tfully—put even gvoa lying doesn't save “John Glayde's Honour.” : CHARLBS DARNTON. BUNTY YINENDS sbe5 OURISHID» NTADRIMG. LET THE MEX DO 1H I COURTING. © girl ever succeeds in the game of love who stoops to do the courting. He: N part is essentinily a pnssive one; she can bus stand end walt, \Vhen man perceives that he {8 pursued and not pursuing ho loses Interest in the chaae, for the spice of uncertainty Is gone and he knows vho prize Jn his for the asking. Many « girl has scared off a promising: candidate for matrinjony by her apparent acceptance of hin sul’ é ‘iris, dontt tell a man you love him unicss ho makes a declaration first. only cheapen yourself In,fis estimation and gain nothing of his favor. “It {s man's place to bestow attentions, and if he wants your love he will not neglecd |. to ask you for it, 4 | No doubt some men are basliful and others cautious about being caught In the nvt of domesticity, and in stich cases judicious encouragement ts advisable. But a girl should study to this cleverly, for it never » Jet n man be too sure of his lady love's affections. o ‘6 Send Him a Postal. © by stron: ne firs George Graham as Howard Colling- ham. ayde and gets off with a avhole rs by the compliant manner {n 2 all tn pis voice, which he You |} to know him your brother. harm in sending tvou do no his quarre ever I can w Dear Betty; is +4 vt Mune nim_al neatal with vour address, and 1 MET at my bfother’s home bis em} jo povthink he will think you are run- ployer, who took a great interest In | aing after, him. mo, but ay chances were he never got the opportunity to sce me home. He Chas often said to my brother that he A Luber’s Predicament. Dear Hetty: : fell tn love with a t Wrould like to get otter acquainted YEAR ago I | with me. My brother has now quar- young lady. During the summer I} felled with the young man and left his was told my Indy friend was en- waged, #0 1 told her I cared a great deal for her, but I did not want to be the| cause of a quarrel botween her and hor loyer. In reply she told me that she loves me, but she feels bound to the Other fellow (who exacved her promise when she was a schoojgirl of sixteen, two years ago), She told mo sin was happy with him and satisfied with her prospects before sho met mo, but that fe nhe was pot enguged and had us both to choose from 1 would win out with- out a doubt. What shall I do? I want to aet-fulrly torall parties Concerned» imploy, and I suppose I won't nee him In unless I meet him by chance, as mae does not know where I lye. Would ( ft be proper for me to send him a pos- tal and write my name and address on it, @r do you think’ I should let it go end walt until I meet him by chance? Iam eixhteen, and love him. dearly. {9 about ten vears older. Do you ik the differences in our agns Js too t? D9 vou think that I am run- after him,\ay I wauldn't want sto think It for the world, I would F let it FO, As much as { like him. 4 aoe. B.S 3£ the young man wera very much In- forested in vou he would find out for Talk the mer over with the young Jady and make her geo that her happl- ness ia with you, It is her duty to both herself and you to break of with the ep man, for she woilld be doing hi an injuatice by marrylng him when he: jeart is elsewhere, ‘ "pur address, though he may h & 0 | ‘The Million- TRE MISTLETOE, KATE - 17S CHRISTMAS Xou KNOW! [welt WATCH HIM qeT THE Icy STARE! St J ——_-—__ By Joseph A. Flynn. SUPPOSE 2] you're all rea ay. for Christmas?’ I re- marked to Tess Jast evening at dinner, taking particular notice that. every one at the table, strange to pay, cpported a olean napkin. “I was ready month ago,'" she replied, pausing a moment to steal a glance at @ dainty blue gown on a pretty girl at the head of the table. ‘When you have about a thousand relatives with their hand out for a remembrance you are certainly up a tree. “I've ot a lot of junk upstalra {n my trunk ready .to come to life Christmas morning whioh made this onth’s per look llke a ten-cent cake of Ice cooling off in front of a hot stove; and I'm wiso to the fact that a whole lot of people I'm eolnx to play Easy Mark with will lose no timo the day. after finding out what my fittle gift cost and then buying a three-cent spool of bast- ing thread so as to Ket the rest back tn Mvo cash, Sut what of St? Maybe they need It“! se : \ don't care two hairpine, becaure I exprot Things i OP Women to Know. ul Home Hints. Social Teas. \ NE cup of sugar, 1-2 cup butter,“1 Oks, Well beaten, 2 tablespoons of sweet milk, 2 rounding teaspoons of baking powder, a little salt. Flavor to taste and flour to roll, Johnnycake. tar, NE ogg. 2 tables) in 1 cup, sweet spoona cream oda, dissolved, nulk, 2 tablaspoons Indian meal, 1 coup flour, Cadet Lemon Pie. RUMB slices of bread, without crusts, pour over }t 1 large cup cold water, add grated rind and ju siove While you beat co of 1 lemon. Stand on back of the yolks of 2 egms and 1 cup of. sugar, add to rest, fll the plo crust’ aiid bake, Frost with the white of exgs, ~ Lemon Butter. Gis: rind and julce of one lemon, three-quartérs of a cup of sugar, juice, qrated rind and sugar in a sauce- joons sugar, 2 tea- ono scant teasyool butter, Put pan, set on stove In a, dish of boiling! water, Beat an ogg and when the sugar is melted and syrup hot str in emg and atir mixturo until it thicke) iteand put dian Incold watery, wtir oo: re and put dish In cold water, @0- aglly until okt rarer Sea ear something myself from a cer- |. 1 teaspoon |° Dollar Kid CERTAINLY. Not! THE \EA! fain ‘party who always does the right Ung, even $f it puts a dent in his future prospects and makes him eat chocolate for two weoks afterward. “We were up in the parlor the other might whon Lizzie blew In with a, long @ail about that pirate of a dress- Maker around the corner putting the Wrong kind of a hem on her new brown \skirt. Soon the talk switched to all the aice things In the dazzling windows, And before I could grab It my mind silpped right out between my ruby ps, and I made a crack to her, while he was there on the job with two eager ears, about wishing some one would re- member my ‘number with a long gold chain for this locket. Of course, I didn't mean to say a word before him, and I told him so before he left tho inat, but he only slipped his handsome faco into a happy smile and sald. ‘Leaye it to me, Bright Eyes.’ “But, tatking about presents. Every- body don't know how to give them. If you are a wise sailor you can make a Pt nO ao er ror te at Cn to tag The Christmas Gift Five Husks Gave Their Dear Old Mothers ie marcus FLRLAAAA AA ALAA RAR ALARA AMR AA ALAA A AML SS A HM HSE Lt > wy ae COME HITHER LITTLE ONE! IT 15 THE MERRY YUCE TOR! You insuct ME, SIR! A KISS, NOW, UNDER THE MISTLETOE ! | & FHS HHH AF ‘ouple of beans look Ikea milion, Nev- In practice, she'd make @ coupte of hun- cr give a box of candy or a book of dred little trees, out of ble ones, and mushy poems to an old duck up to his In tho afternoon, for a@ change, she'd knees {n tho graye, and nover send @ cut them up for firewood. Bhe was razor and a book on ‘How to Shave in bending over more and more every day. Two Minutes So as Your Friends Will but never noticed it herself, blaming it Recognize You Afterward’ to a nice Ut-|on the axe, which was getting duller tle girlle whose fingers were made to /and duller. show off jowetry, 5 “One day before Christmas the five you ever hear the story Mra. ;Usks sneaked out to the hay house and m hands out every year about /PUt the old man on the pan about gty- 5 Sha knew a woman with a|!"® her a present. They thought about hubby and five husks of sona, Hubby |¢Verything under the sun, and at Inst spent moat of his time, when not hug-|PUt the caso up to Tight Fist, the old- fing ‘the hay, making a hole in the|°%t #0n, who was such a sport he water with a fishing pole. The sona} WOUMdn't give a shoo button to hear the could eat tho fonce around the house | Statue of Liberty sing a little rag. when the food ran out, a0 you can fig-| (4,11 fixured out 9 scheme, and when ure out whit a lovely proposition she | oUt tas Day rolled around there was was up against, Like all us poor girlies, faving smiling at mother when she she shook hands with Mr. Work from |/impied out of the hay, and it waa ten the time the sun sald ‘Look Who's Here’ He ane by the clock before she'd be- in the morning until the hops 1p the ee Pet as orbs. Now start vour pond at the back of the|“house sald| 10), SAclory working as to what it *Plunkety-plunk’ at night! |, i W ‘Every morning, Just to Keep her armMs| ge g ongrraed cer Gree ene Here Is an Art Cut-Out That Promises Fun TRECTIONS—Cut out all Tearrange thom upon 4 spirited plete draw In a roene small figures on horsct objects, the back of your pl put In plenty of extm drawing, frees or anything you ike the- objects from this Evening World out-out and ove of white paper 6x8 inches in the form of a them down. { want you 9} to observe well the two and the wigwam or ten| they will look as if at @ distance, Don’t be afrald to uch as more Indiana, Rough Riders, log cabins, the foot of the table arose In a body and cheered loud and long for the cook. “Perhaps It was some artidle of wear- Ing apparel, suitable for a girl of alx- teen, which a woman in the circum- #tances have described would prunes!" she re- piled, paylng no attention to a young| man with bushy hair on the opposite side of tho table who feinted when tho second course of ple made !ts appear ance. ‘They bought her a new axe." Just a Few Gocd Laughs for Xmas.| Selected Jokes. N Jove with that penniless young “That's {t, exactly. I propose to let you do it,""—Philadelphia Press, "Why is It," asked the fox, “that you! look #0 gaunt?” 9 "On!" replied If, ‘it's all due to the business I'm in. 1 always have to keep away from the door until there'a nothing left in tha” house to eat."—Catholic Standard and ‘Times “Deng, sald the melancholy wife “it you die first you will wait for me “cere on that far shore, won't you?’ "I guess 90," replied her husband, with a yawn, "I've always had to walt for you wherever I go.—Cathollc slandard and Timea, Old Nuirse (to young lady who Is solng to New Zealand)—So you're go- ng away to one of the countries, Miss Mary, where they have day when we sve night, and night when we have day? fi Miss Mary—Yos, nurae, Old Nurse—-Ph, it wil take ye some time to @et accustomed to the change! Landen Punch’s Almanes, Now take your pencils and those are to be placed tn bine London. LD By R. W. Taylor |2eeeezesnegaagaaazere ? Mutinous Growls — On the Land Ship Dissatistaction in the Felici- dad Camp Imperils the En- terprise---Kirk and Vera ° Act as 'Stran > (The Adventurer! (Capyright, 1907, by D. Appletod @ Co.) : oo SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. Lewin Kirkpatrick (nicknamed “KIrk’')) ie « plucky young American, why, stranded | Ainvarks on m rysterious ens) ex woalth, ‘The oxpedl- | Jeatlerani of four bevvies| 3 inventor: Dr, Vou! | Zedtwite, cock, an enormuu: a The ‘Jacks a, fu | ‘aise, nearly “20) | party go to a remote «1 of « South Amerivan river, {a pitoned, known as itoldas Weathronk hutlde yn mighty Foruna, erected upon wheels, capable of maliing ya land Kirk Tove lth | Westbrook's lovely. Vern. From bis tentmates Kirk learn the expedition Je probably a treasure and that Jeckeon, for reasona of his own, ta peoret! ing to make Mrs. Hitchcock | Jon ft, That night Kirk eailé on Vera. / Westbrook walks home with him..and teils the young man he Vera. rom sth t not: call again on -*- CHAPTER XVI. (Continued) An Ultimatum. OES Miss Westbrook know?” ho asked. In this her wishT” ‘The: old/man hesitated. to be entirely frank,” he sald at Inst, “Of course she dogs not know, nor do I want her to, She is-§ high-spirlted woman, with all the oour- ago and defiance of one who knows nothing of the world, and 1s consequent- ly ready to disregard \ts venom, She hias a_xrent regard fof-you. She im art- less enough to take it for granted that your friendship may continue. But, my dear fellow, It cannot. Surely, you can soe that for yourself? When this ts But here, in this hotbed of. “I desire over—yes. | tittie-tattle and slander, It ls absojutety essential—for her~ sake, Mr, Kirkpat- rick, for her anke—to acquiesce In what I am télling you,’ Kirk sighed. ff “You wil! lose nothing by it," con- tinued the old gentleman significantly, “Tam a man of my word, If thia af- fair breaks up, you need not fear about I rhak count it a privi- meant {t.'* Renunciation, “Does it not occur to you her— Miss Westbrook’#—foeling a, be wounted? That she may feel slichted boy the course you have outlined for me? Are you not making me appear veryrnde? You are good enough to put the fayor on my side—but it is really the other way about. I've fed a rough life, Mr, kindness and condescension has meant A great dea! to me. I value it exose- stvely. I ‘cannot do anything thet would lose me her good opinion." “Do you think that I ought to tell hee?" “Oh, you must!"? ‘Then the other (x agreed?’ Kirk assented sadly, "I should prefer to have {t come from mo." he sald. "It really does, you know, for {t Js I that will suffer. 1 would do anything for her, Mr. West- brook—anything except to seem to wound her, It is a great blow to me. ffoolish enough to—to'’——He broke . \ieatbrook pretended not to notice ‘x agitation. /The old fellow had « pretty good idea of how matters stood, and was more than dlaploased, Had he failed to carry his point*he had fully determined to throw over everything and return with his daughter to Eng- land, It was a hatoful alternative, but he felt that he had no other choice. ‘This affalr had to be nipped in the bud, and {f Kirk had proved recakitrant, the Moltke would have slipped her moorings on the morrow with the West- brooks on board. Dear as the Fortuna was to the old man, his daughter was dearer, He knew the folly of tem- porizing.. Thrown on His Honor, “I am trusting a great deal to your word,” he sald at last. ‘You appre- clate that, I hope. You have fin hon- est face—an honest yolce—do not let me d myself mistaken." His tone took off the edge of this re- mark, It had a doeprecatory quality that purgéd it of course, "There te such a thing as keeping the $6 pcamp, are your” said old Roxley, | letter of an agreement anj violating “Woll, I propose to cure you of | the spirit. But I am taking tt for that."” | BFanted that you're too sincere, and "You can't," retorted the witus| {0 ‘manly to be unworthy of my con- young girl, "I'm determined to marry Sie Caaruthaba cals right nala “You've convinced me, I: wie | foot ever to think otherwise, It's the only thing to do—and, and—I'll do qu i ‘They shook hands under the star- light and then reparated. Westbrook slowly returned tojhis tent, not a Uttle relleved at tho succoas of his endeavors, Kirk dejectedly sought his cot, and lay half-the night with wide-open eyes, in such a turmol! of longing and edness that slcep was out of tho i, He had won and he had tos; = iow It was all over. He had chained himself with promises, and the future was black indeed. An Exile From Love. The succeeding; days were too un- noisy meals—and lony silent evening Yant he preferred to pasw alone, opt on the prairie with no aiip but the stare. He saw Voi but had never spoken to her singe that night Inher father's tent. Every day, 5 r pant Lloyd: Osbourne. 3): Westbrook, and her |: eventful to be deacribet in detall. Hard and exhausting work, periodically re- Meved. Glare, heat. clang and sweat! Often: | gers. | @ r father, ft wae a tender smile, of vague me * fot him, com= 1th aN Passionate and beautiful, ‘mutely Sppoaling. She hd] erown pater, more 9. |. suldued, and her sourdt his, soa that untud him lone after, she had gone. jer father’s ‘pri i had been. hard and Kirk felt a sombre aatle= faction In the thought that he was not the Gnly one to suffor. It dhl nat escape Kirk that there was ® very widespread feeling of unrest And dinsatistadtion iif the ranks of the Fortuna's men, 7A fault-finding spirit ® engendered by Jackson's dictato- rial mannera and exasperating, petty. tyranniés, and. as in all mobs, dema- Rogues arose to orkanize personal pee tins "and fan the flashes. The mom em ticeable of these way a fellow named Beale, a lanky Australian, with a most ( vondectul vocabulary of yituperatiom, But he wag a past mastec in his nefe- sat to bear; | rlous business und got together a vey substantial following. It was he whe suggested a vote. to choose offictra, with the evident intention of heading the ticket. Thiy underourrent of poli tics and wire pulling was very dis- tasteful to Kink He foresaw fresh dimoulties and fresh complications, ‘ When all, as be knew, was trembling in the balance, it seemod a shame te provoke further troubles that, so far trom thwarting Jackson, were likely te aid him in bis desire to wreak the em edition in port. The Malcontent. Kirk told this to Beale very plenty © when one day the plausible Australian draw him to‘one side and attempted te enliat him in the ranks of the rebels, Beale was no fool, in spite of his offl- ciousness and conceit, and Kirk was surprised at the impression he managed to make oa him. In fact, Kirk turned the tables completely and in a quiet: way lectured Beale severely. What do you want?" he demanded. “KM the expedition and send us all home with our tails between our legs? That's & fine idea, isnt it—because you don’t tke the coffee, and have discov- ered Jackson to be forty different kinds of a wild asa? See here, Beale, we fel- Jowa on the lower deck ought to pull together and show a good spirit. It's to ‘our interost to “o !t. What are we to gain by upsetting the apple cart?” “But don't you think we.ought to know where we ere going to? Or what we are going fort By George, Kirk- patrick, we might be @ jot of children one picnic, for all they tell us. Now, man to mtn, I esk you, do you call it tairt" : ‘That hae nothing to do with it.” “Slow Up, Old Man!” "I don't agree with you. and you may take !t or “Blow up, olf man. Jook up to you. and go by what you say. This © mighty orttical moment in our affairs, Treats with yeu mere to make or mar tae whole- Beale, like af sea lawyers, mumceptible to flattery Kirk was willing to top of his bent. ‘The i \ ? behavior. tify disstmulation, “The great thing ts ¢o Kirk continued, “Let's everything to that, of4 man. just now would be spite Jaciowon more lambs, Don't you boy, he, would jump .at the chames ing out—would welsome it: Hitchoock would stde with htm—en@ then whero would we ber’ - “There's old Westbrook,” anid Beata | Aira nd and Sedt wits. why shouldn't they carry & eon—the of themt £ a “It's the old lady’s' money, you know "Weatbrook hes barrels of ts own?" Counterplot. “But I doubt whether'he would com * sent to take over the larrears of the money already sunk. Think what afl © ‘this must haye cost! Bhe would be tee vindictive to mpke him a present of it. ‘The ship's her ‘property, Beale. Doa't forgot that,” = “Oh, property!" exclaimed Beale con- temptuously, ‘The deuce—what do we care! Who's to stop ust! “You would find Westbrook would not put himaelf in auch a box. He's pretty down-hearted already, and the pros pect of @ lawsult Isn't Mkely to cheer him particularly. I know him well enough to say that. If the old lady made him a present of the ehin and stores I don't doubt but what he'd go on. But, mark my words, she'll take her-cue from Jackson, and wil! be so baffled and angry and disappointed that she'll probably blow the Fortuna to pleces with dynamite. That Is, if yout don't uso your Influence—and I know how much you have—to get the boys to Beale, Apparently ‘he bad taken part ef Kirk's warning to heart. ‘Thor wa jess. whispering and muttering in cor hers; and the latter, in many ways, be. came conscious that the wave of die- satisfaction was subsldig, Boale, least, seemed to drop oul of view, bin name Was more séldom mgntioned,, Masking Ready. Hut Kirk was uroasy, nevertheless, and debated with faaaey whether he nwt to repor Ba Ho detet -pyt bina Vorowarnod Ja fore uard. visited the ahip, and would smilo et him as she passed on her reuetq Y urined, is (To Be Continued.)