The evening world. Newspaper, August 24, 1908, Page 11

The Evening World Daily Magazine, * ® ® ® ®@ ® His advance brought the young Mo- !man to the foot of the low filght of mantle steps leading up trom the palace courtyard to the brightly tighted hall, ‘At once the long apears of two Nubdfan | guards posted at the entrance barred his path. He paused trresolute. of Salome’s name had roused the tn- dolent Roman to such unwonted curlos- {ty now came forward and touched Calus on the arm. | “Be not drawn too close to the flame, |good Caius,” the said lightly, "else those (with @ nod toward the two gleaming spear points) may singe the wings of your adoration.” But Calus was im no mood for fest. “T am a Roman, friend Halll," he sneered, and of the Praetorian renk. I have entry to the presence of Caesar himself, Yet here in your provinctal Jerusalem !t seems T am barred out of the banquet hall of Harod Antipas the T tell this, Caesar himeelf may smile at the treatment of this envoy. And when Caesar smiles heads ere apt to fall Perchance tt might he wiser for you, as captain of the guard, to gta) mea leave to anter with my deapate Halll. the Syrian, bent his dark brows in perplexity, “T Mean No Offense!” -." "T mean no offense,” sald he, “nor does my the Tetrarch. Rut T twice told you, Herod a birthday revels to-night, Not ig court, but the Roman Ambns- and the ohlef priests of Israel his guests. Had vou arrived an are hour earlier I doubt not a post of honor at his board would have been assigned you, But~as |s Herod's wont—he gave ommand that none should disturh the from the moment of the stgnal for departure, your own sake as well as mine, c HAP ERI. The Wond?-r Woman. f LOME! The Princess Salome disotev and let you pass, Pray belleve, S The newcomer, C. the, me, no offense ts Intended. I but’— Roma 1 at the whspered) “Yet, fuet now vou said the Princess fords and pe broad marble arolway But the tlood of light Beented torches that lined the Te Great banquet hall d jed hin The captain's black eyes glowe His moved a step or so nearer to see the |thin face under the sitmmering south- Biore clearly ern moonlight that made the court as Salome entered the all from her own \apartments.” urged Caius. “If the way be barred to a Roman enyoy, why fs It s}open to a mere Syrian princess?” through the “All For a Gun’ _ ds All Fora Boy Actor, ert Hughes was e tricks of the playsmiti at ie Bijou on Saturday nigit, he might have explained why le has Ut itertainment “AML for irl,” when as four-ac of fi 4s all for a boy, As a matter of Broad- way inter is all for a boy actor named Douglas Fatroanks, who, a y called from the stage by wedding bells j and at ged the hope that he would devote the Test of his life to t aking soap. }. All that the 1 was to lose his $25-a-week job after he had \ married er, The @ had so many millions she @adn't know what Peautiful Bathing Girl, in Under the Greenwood Tree,” ered out into the country where she had ple for breakfast and Harold Jep- son for dinner, Harold Introduced himself by saving hy from Manager WIil A. Brady untamed: cow, and after she had recov- ered consclousness poured his hones ailmiration into her pink sunbonnet. He almost cried when he discovered that » WHS the $80,000,000 kid his aunt had told him about, instead of the humble typewriter she had pretended to be, but by this time they had held down the same rail fence together, and the worst Was over. It only remained for them g9 to housekeeping in a cheap flat, where they managed to be perfectly happy, with Harold giving his last ring to the mald so that she could finish paying her bridge debts and knocking the for the rent. Mr. Hughes evidently “happy combinations." a play and he ikes it—well, why not? His curtain speech has tied my hands, And anyway his description of a little plenty of rooms but no room,’ 1s the Harlem flat paid in full, But T still insist that the girl deserves the praise and the glory, for quite aside from everything else a multi- millionairess In a Harlem flat is somes thing so rare and beautiful that I am ‘ke again, Judging by the furniture there and yet her sweet smile told that loves lives and goes to the opera in a beautiful evening Mr. Fairbanks as Harold; Adelaide Manola as Antoinette, Leading the Simple Life. sure we shall never look upon her ‘were no wedding presents for her, fn splte of the instalment man gown, But {t seems to me that play-makers should be warned against treating the e, there with her millions all the (Harlem flat as a joke. The girl, of course, tume, but Harold, noble youth! won't even let he: her pay the gas bill, its until he is reduced to carfare and then pulls down a map and deve Rig here three couldn't, And then he Harriman how he can make one railroad run w terprise and borrows a hundred on account declares himself a partner in the en Bo simple! But bullding a play these days is evidently much easter than (bulldi ng & rail- Foad. “All for a Girl” belongs in the same category as "The Traveling Sales iman.” Lt depends simply upon one or two antusing episodes, a few bright lines 4nd shows no constructive skill whatever. Beyond the breezy youth lunges headlong into love and marriage there js no oharacterization, no tri ess. The country types are as old as the hills, wi hile the wolking goll who Is pepending her vacation on the old New Hampshire farm might have been written for vaudeville. Miss Jane Corcoran completes the caricature by playing tt for | ore than dt is worth, but her dialect !s as real as her sunt, Thanks to Mr. Fatrbanke, “All for a Girl” has the charm of youthful buoy- ney, The fact that he 1s advertised tar’ makes nim no leas @ fuvenile. lore {a the enfant terrible grown into trousers. His wide grin, his long stride, his | brass," and ils hardware style of speech are atill with him, but he is beginning ‘0 tone himself down a bit. There ts no denying his “popularity.” Even ‘The evil’ can be “popularized.” Mr, Edward Stevons gives proof of this at the }Garden Theatre. The Fiske company outplays the Savage company In every part, and the adaptation of the Molnar play at the Belasco Theatre has more Aterary netion than the Garden variety, but the Savage “Devil” gets the “laughs.” And so does Mr. Fairbanks. He {s ‘‘popular’—and I am silent. Miss Adelatde Manola grows more popular as she goes along fn the part of \@he multi-millionairess, She works horself Into a bad imitation of heroles over ‘her money in the first act, but the country alr of the second act seem to do her Mise Harriet Otis Dellenbaugh, in the role of bead @unt, te as lovable as Man charm never grows gray ANTAL H OA EA ote eo The youth whose whispered mention ; ‘Tetrarch, Truly, Rome will laugh when! landlord downstairs when he came | \dright as day took on the look of one | |who worships at a shrine. “The Princess!” he breathed. “Ah, | that ts different. She comes and goes ae she will; oven as does the soft wind of heaven: everywhere walcomed, never lchecked nor forbidden, Oppose God's breeze and His moonbeams and vou can jopnose the will of Salome, But no mor- tal can withstand her wishes, Not the Tetrarch himeelf.” | "It appears,” remarked Calus: dryly, “that those eame breezes and moon- {beams have pierced your ‘bronze hel- |met, O Halli! and smitten vour brain |with something very lke adoration for your Tetrarch’'s lovely stendaugtiter, Tt is well I am discreet, else your Inve |mleht brine vou to the rack. or even! i perchance to the cross, 1" | jA Velled Threat. "You overstep your rights as a muest!’ | \ sternly interposed Halll. “Here we do not speak lightly of women-least of all do we thus take on our Ips the name of!—— \ “Of the daughter of Herodtas,* scoffed | Calus, “Mv young provincial friend, vou have much to learn, You seem to think your little province of Judea {s the whole world, and that Jerusalem 1s Rome Itself. You servants of Herod do well to cringe at the name of vour master and of his family. But we Ro- mans ppeak ax we choose when we! chance to be In the proviners, Tf any | are offended by my own words T have | jalways a sharp-tongued friend here to | ‘take un my quarrel.” | And his fewetled fingors rated Sdly | ‘against the cmisted hilt of his short sword. Hall's lips were ret in a tight line and his eves ablaze. Yet with a| {mighty effort he revtrained his anger. IMistaking the Syrian's silence for cow: | rdice, the Roman added, with a lauch: | “We, at Rome, keap fairly well ap- | prised of all that goes forward here in| ‘Judea. When Herod the Totrarch | snatched the beautiful Herodias cet his brother Philly divorced her from | | Philp and married her himself, was Caesar ignorant of It? Not he. Yet !t) interested him not, so he spoke no word | | ot reproof.’ When Herod threw that | same Phillp Into the weil of this court- vard and later strangled him, Caesar but yawned. | “These trifles mean little to him. In| faith, he was far move entertained at hearing how Herodias won the heart of this Herod of vours and how, lately. | Salome, the daughter of Herodias and | | Monday, August 24, G Philip. threatens to outshine her mother in the eves of the Tetrarch, There are “You loveyme? Yes; and many others love me!” ively from between Halil's set lips. and his hand elu ad He) pass as mere pleasantries. |thev oall for death.” He struck Halil lightly across the tace |with hia gauntlet, stepped back and drew his own sword, “Wil vou pay for that insult?” he asked, “or will you hide for protection In Rome behind the skirts of your adored aa- | lome? Tf'—— He paid no more. Prudence, hospi- tality, duty, all cast to the winds, the voung Syelan was upon him with drawn sword, A burst of laughter and music flonted through the doors of the ban- }quet hall, The ty throwing men's weapons clashed, off @ shower of tiny red svarks, while the swift moving blades [flashed sllver white in the mooushine, | Foot to foot, silent, murderous, the enemies fougit, dealing lunge, thrust and parry with Ughtning mbeed, while thelr clashing, grinding steel rang out the eternal war hymn of the ages. A group of soldiers at the far end of the courtyard, near the outer gate heard the noise of battle, and hurried forward at a run to Interfere. ran their offleer shouted: | “Halil! In the name of all the gods, |hold! It 18 death to draw sword In |the palace of the Tetrarch! Told! Do you wish to be slain by tortur ; The courtyard was wide. Before the lof Halil’s had struck upon the Roman's blade Ifke a hammer upon an anvil jsword of Caius broke In three pleces and fell tinkling to the pavement, while |the Roman, his arm numb to the shoul- der, recled back defenseless, In an in- stant Halll was at him like a maddened tiger, | Sword to Sword. “In the name of the Princess whom vou msulted!” shouted the Syrian shortening his arm to drive the sword |through the other's throat Catus shut his eves and awaited death. But Hal f Instead Calus heard sp {n wonder and step back. Then a faint, exquisite perfume seemed to fill the whole vlace, A breath As they | of the soldiers could reach the Sn- | rated combatants, a downward slash | The | stolcally | figure as graceful as @ nymph's, as sinuous a@ a panthers Two great, shadowy eyes like pools of troubled | moonshine looked out on him beneath |a screen of long, dark tashes, | “Venus!'’ wasped the Roman, awed almost terrified by the weird loveliness of the apparition, ‘Venus come to earth to bless happy mortals with, her jwaze! Or did the provincial’s sword |strike home, end am I awakening in |Paradise? In faith, sf every moddees''- AK peal of allvery. wugiten broke in upon his dazed rhapsody. Caius breathed [more easily, So the vision was hu- man! “You Are Salome ?” "Venus and all the roddesses of Rome would doubdtless be grateful for suoh reverenc wald the girl carolessty, "But it eraws wearisome to the daugh- ter of Herodias. Have done!’ “You are Salome? The Princess Sa- Jome?" At the Roman's query the girl, who had been moving languidly away Paused, and for the first time elanced at him with something Ike real in- terest. She came slowly fback and asked in inypertous fest; “Are vou from the British Isles or from the wilderness of Germany, that you did not recognize me? Yes, [ am Salome, And you are @ Roman who will presently be killed bv torture for fighting In the palace courtyard, You jand my adoring slaye Halll,” Indicating ‘the Syrian with a nod of her dainty head. “I shall be almost sorry to see alain in such manner. It amuses me to watch his dumb gaze follow me ver as a dog’a its master.” “Princess!” muttered Halll, | his volce and remembering at last to sheatho the aword he was still uncon- selously clutching. } "You would beg your fe? queried |Salome, "Well (disregarding als vehe- ment gesture of denial), It may please me to grant It, No blood has been shod |rolsy In thelr drink to have heard the | fray, But if blood had fallen the Te- trarch would have crucified vou, He will allow no drop of blood to stain this pavement |are pardoned.” She threw the words at Halll with a careless scorn that stung the young) jcantain to the quick, Yet he spranz forward, fell on one knee and kissed the little white hand that hung idly at Salome's side, She looked finding | | and the Tetrarch and his guests ure too | for a soothsaver fore- | i told It would bring him misfortune, You | Volume of laughter pealed forth from "1908. PEDPSDEPPOPPBSOB EBHBPOPOGSOVORSHVHOSPHDHD® ®® BPLBGISRDSROLSSIOOVOHSOHROSHROHKE PHRDPED PBESSPEDPDBHSBOP® ihe * The Vision of Salome s | HORSLOROOSTOSORESSSLSHESK A Thrilling Heart Romance of the Herod Dance nesssanssonseinedesernnan By Albert Payson Terhune Petuies Posed by GERTRUDE HOFFMANN, Famous ‘Salome Dancer,” Now at Hammerstein's I could be so s ever made nv AS SALOME, lover's hand. I would moved, Yet no man ha heart beat one throb the faster. f must @o to my grave despising all men and wearied by their doolish love word. L wonder how it feels to be mad with love for any one. And,” with a little \sie of comle despair, “I shall never | know." | She was again movine toward the |Danquet hall. As if to greet her a wild within the lighted rooni “No,” she went on, he |shall never know jearth can make faster.” As she spoke a deep, |broke forth as in an [ie the ground beneat my Who hath warned you “Who hath warned you \to come?” Silome halted, thun bing heart, (To Be Cont love nda clasped above her ns uf to herself, » No man heart beat "y on the sonorous volce swer, seemingly h her verv feet, * it groaned, from the wrath derstruck, ‘both wildly throb inued,) O} No. ipcoul Drinking, Have You? Grand! ow We've All Got to Quit, VER topple to Is It? it what a E cute little g'In-alcohol cru- sader the rummy ot yesterday 1s? As an Anti-Souse he makes the W. C.-T. U, look Ike distillers’ conclave r a grape-boost- ig pie ot | mar Khayyam, \s soon as he de- to blow the for a I'ttle while, s0's to flag the Levant liver or the corrugated kldneys, he bulges out (on to the ‘raus-mit-rum firing Ine in his repousse reformer's raiment and be- | comes the joyous little Jonadab on the | Bowl-busting Job While he lasts he's the White Rib- boner that wrote the ritual of the order, and every time he has to get past a ‘grog drum he detours so far out Into ‘the middle of the street that he blocks | |the taxicabs, Until he's hit by the next yen to accumulate a drench for himself | and yields to the yen because his wife out Lali CLARENCE L CULLEN juice got her eyebrows dyed or because she! \didn't, or some other good reason like that, he spends all of his time squeak- ling at the rest of us that if we don't Jean our custom of taking those six (peers a day, why, the first thing we know we'll have nothing but limp leather inner machinery to fight the bat- | tle of life with, and doesn’t it make us| ashamed of ourselves to see our poor | \little wife darning her stockings on an ‘old ,gourd when we're tossing thirty :Monologues of a Vixolog even rumors of a send divorce, we sy conyulstyely that the of scented alr brushed Calus's face and down at him | are told. Perchance by this time next white. the soft ewish of silken earments fel) |in falnt curiosity. lome may be Queen of"— we of Caius lost its ban- jypon nis ears, Dully he opened his eves. |The Voice of Mystery, The Insult. He stepped toward the | ‘There in the moontignt before him | 7 re a |Svrian cold, deadly calm |stood a woman, voung slender, Infin-| "You love me!" she murmured, “and “You Het" the 1 e said, with no |itely beautiful. Her eauzy starred | many others love me, I have seen wo- The words forced themselves explos-| trace of excitement, “such words may | robes revealed rather than concealed a men start and redden at touch of aj Seen Pee, ae am na = ese in ; cit OF] roa The Whitecapped Nurse Hovering Near. cents a day for something that only ‘drop of {tt that's been produced sinc wilts our will and enslayes us, and why the Black Hawk War. Then, when he don't we hep up to ourselves, like he comes to tn the dim where-am-T ward, has, and tin that terrible tanking thing with the whitecapped nurse hovering lonce and forever? near to tell him all about the cerise There's a reply to this rummy who zebras and orange-colored apes and passed {t up last Tuesday week or yes- purple polar bi and Fiske-Savage terday afternoon, and who, therefore, divvels he'd been pointing out to her {3 going to teetotalize everybody elseif on the ceslirg during the several pre he has to talk his teeth loose doing tt But you don't unravel the reply be- cause you're too fatigued and because he's too busy, anyhow, to permit you to culk In any of your own conversation The reason why he gets so raw against the Ravages of Rum (that’s hig stuff—don't lay it up to me) Is that whenever he himself romps around with the red eye he tries to funnel in every ceding days, why, he says to himseit have been meant to be ner with a mission, So, a8 soon as he exits, limping, trom the having-‘om hospice, looking peaked and pallld from his mitt-to-mitt melees with the Hrutal Brownles, he becomes Bertram the Buttonholer and bawls at you that if ye t ease off on those three highballs a day of yours, why, | it's fore a question of a little while be- aT) pear-eyed bum en- gaged in macing boobs for the price of Bowery Bourbon, It's ne that Flagon gag. He's had hia, He's scooped In enough of bhe poison to flout | four Droadnoug says he, and the reckons maybe hie kno only ye be a 8 not there wilh the it afew rout what Jturm into a human plokle a 1 he oozes it at you how great he feels without the old varnish bilging around in him—eats like a Percheron, a dinge on a he herds you means tu ys ie jeotton wharf and aleeps like and a then up against @ stanchion or @ sun-toasted nok wall and tells you he's noticed ‘or Some time past that you've be ing too say at that gurgling num- that “Nes heard jour trends over you, and don't youy vd better, move tat mal yours of to a siding, don't, old buerul u, Hot long he © the Doyers strees U8 Wisdal Wicns, somebody to roll out an ouijay” barrel Yes, be knows that you're not nitting it] up very hard just now says. he, t suds Dit is a thing that Swell 8 up a vou it won't be wong th Pa at vou) before t t he ts, will slap and change vou ovocumber right before eyes elling him to spin . He'll unwind the a ie has to etherize you 1 atand. hitched while he f his diaphragm, and the r nu to do while he's ssing his helpful hints at you ts i first on one peg and then on ry to think about some- hat Eva Tanguay's go- to thi ng a9 ab bout {t when Comstock gets ML Dont beat Wagner out wi gon e, or all Iike tha’ Your time to get hunk with him w come. And [ suppose, that the next Ime you he pave alongside of him when he's “d ler a drench big enovg) for fourteen fat members of the Bowlers’ League—T suppose you haven't got n stowed-up Ilttie wad of badinags to blunderbuss at him then—well, well, I suppose not! The Boisterous Flatiron Corner and the Merry Widow Lid. air-ee for him, ever again, on | DOC ® \ | I to think that a great many veatuy seckers who write to me for advice, belleve that all T must do to touch them with a magle wand, and behold them Instantly shanged Into lovely beings. One correspond- ent writes: "send quick and safe remedy for ‘a large Another asks for “a lotion to mea nose," remove sm ox marks," and still an- lotner dema 1 cosmetic to make all eyes big. But what they mostly complain of Is that everything takes so long. | Of course we all want to be beautiful Jn the quickest possible time, and the easiest and safest way, so woul we lke to learn to speak Freneh in a week Jor spend six weeks acquiring the art of ng or playing the piano, or any \ttle simple thing lke that, Wemen are always {!mpatlent for what they want, and I don't biame them, especially If tt 1s to Improv their looks, which ts ever an excellent ambition, and one which no woman should disdain to admit. But very few of them are willing to spend the timo or take the trouble necessary to get tt and keep It, because tt not only means work In learning the art ot) being beautiful, but one must keep in | practice or one gets rusty In a week and all the preliminary has been for nothing, In the first place, they must remem: ber that tt 1s @ very flexible art whloh | admits of many yartletles Girls, clally the ver young ones, are apt to give up in the beginning because their tuatures are not perfect or they | have straight halr. Or they may go at {t for a week or go with a lot of face scrubbing and deep breathing and water spene oe dieting and then! COOE! Good Looks and Patience and Their Relationship. By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. AM beginning lose falth and drop ou The kind of scrupulous neatness Which Is never for any girl may leave no matter how easy it woman ever stays lon army, and the sarcasti to fall behind, | Women Are Alway: | There 1s another kind |beauty seeker who tri | treatment for a week c enthusiasm, and, when she drops that t | some other one. tried six halr tonics in [each one did me more last, | Keeps up the avera All I can eay is mind—by hard work great petlence: beauty ridding cultivate, off cultivating even t of the race, which means add a manner Is the kind but she con't for a day, sounds, No lazy ng In this little ic and bad man- nered ones are usually the very first 's Impatient. of Impatient one kind of or so with great results are slow tment and begins Then she will me something In this manner, "I have write six months, and harm than the and I tremble for her hair if she t one must tm- prove one's looks as one !mproves one's and exceeding By Helen at that they say age C her heart P to, and he Sante Se vicreee Marriage would ere’s no real excitement in acquiring ven a wife, What Je it a man sees in openwork he tries (0 see and can’t. made Man first just for pra & perfect masterpiece in Woman. A clever man {s too wise to he has filrted, and wise enough the woman whom he has married. A man’s sense o Rowland. they really narry a wo! to flirt hon does s located in hings because does things because he be more popular if It we anything you stockings? Nothing. my his head, "Ref ections of a bachelor irl, OLLEGE boys make the most attractive lovers, because belleve they mean what From his imperfections !t would appear that the Lord foe, 90 that he could turn out man with whom occasionally with a Wo! FEELS she THINKS more difoult; an have for the asking~ dear it's what