The evening world. Newspaper, August 26, 1908, Page 13

World Daily } ENCE 4 \ i The Evening @ eo @ ® The Vision of Salome: h A Romance of the Herod Dance. ; ) ®y Albert Payson Terhune. : i s Posed by GERTRUDE HOFFMANN, the 9 * Famous “Salome Dancer," Now at Hammerstein's. \ ® Or oe RESET. : CHAPTER III. A Woman Scorned Prophet and Princess stood silent, while those around gazed spellbound trom the slender sinu form and Padiant beauty of Salome to the gigan- ) tio man on whose harsh features shone . @n unearthly light | | It was Salome's gasping sigu—as of @ woman suddenly awakened—that broke the charm of stillness. “80 you re the Prophet!’ she breathed, ‘Never have | looked upon your like.” The Prophet made @id not seem to have heard. were fixed with rapt ecstasy upon tarry vaults of the sky. After the molsome biackness of his prison the beauty of the night was 3up' 2, But ft sound of a gust of shouted song borne to him from the banquet hall his brow contracted. He lowered his eyes to the garish scene about him Salome had opened her lips to speak, but Caius, with all the brutal domin- ance of a Roman patrician, cut fn with the questions: no answer. He His eye: the “You are he who preached of a Messiah? Of a king who should rule Israel?" By slow Inclination of the head :he Prophet assented. “Treason ! “Do you know that Is high treason?" urged Calus. “Do you not know Caesar fe lord of all the world?” “The kingdom of Him whose coming I heralded," spoke the Prophet, his deep wolce reverbverating, “is not of this world.” “Then you did not preach treason? “I came to set the crooked wa) tm the acceptable @traight, to proc gear of the Lord.” g “To draw the people to you by"— "No, To draw them to Him!" “To Him?" echoed Caius, "Of whom flo you speak?” “Of Him whose shoe latchets 1 am mot worthy to unloose.” "You speak in riddles, “King’ you preached? overthrow Caesar himself?" “No, He gives to Caesar the tribute that Is Caesa He comes not in pomp of power, but in humility; not to @onquer, but to save; not to punish, but to forgive How long!""—the Prophet stretched out his arms In a passionate gesture of appeal—"how dong will ye harden your hearts? thet cometh after me maketh the wil- \ @erness to blossom as the rose, The yes of the blind are opened. The ears pf the deaf are no longer stopped. To- way, if ye will hear His volce’— “He Raves!" ® “He raves!" sneered the Roman, turn- img away tn contempt. Salome and Halil mear the Prophet. Mi I lead him back to his pris- on?” asked the young Syrian captain. “Is Your Highness's curiosity"— But she brushed him aside and again Laced the Phophet. “Tam the Princess Salome,” she said, } challenging his eyes to met hers am the daughter of that Herodias whom You declared acoursed. The ste] = Who fs this alone remained Do It Yourself, EPENDING on others {8 like a cake minus baking powder; you can always count on a fall down. The girl who does it herself need never lose beauty sleep wondering Mf it be done, As well put falth in the weather with invitations out for a garden party as to feel dead certain of Others doing that promised task, What you do yourself may not be wel! done, but, at least, vou are off the anxlous bench. As well count on the unboned lace collar to cling back of the ears Will he geek to! He} in me!" | look!" repiled the Prophet. “You find me tatr?” {s falr,” answered the But thy heart and thy moh b with abomination. whose . but whose souls are dead bones. Repent, er of Babylon, else how shall ye rath to come?” sound of the thundered In- Herod, whom Look upon hter of the Tetrarct cused of mortal sin, face with to strike e bold sp ut Salome was listening eaving, ner fac Your yvolce!” she inurmured half to “It thrills me as naught elso ever done ns. Yet the: vefore has ii Yet—speak on Woman and Prophet, net's only answer was a look nas are musle to mo. dared speak so of su 1, Impersonal scorn that his glance seemed to sear the girl's insolent wweuity ike a white hot tron eyes!” she g shrinking a blow, yet fascinated to the ter lf-forge Iness ‘There none like them. Their awful Nght nes the whole world! ‘They burn » my very soul, Yet I cannot oear that you should turn them from n “Daughter ‘abominations!’ cried as, unconsciously, to him, "Leave me! Thy vfanation. Turn from thy ns while y there Is time. Go seek Him who Is come to save sinners; Him whose coming I proclaimed ood motionless, devouring the Prophet with her eyes. | “Leave me, child of Herodias,” he re- peated © offenses of thy mother cry to Heaven. And thou are like unto h Accursed are Herod and all his household.” warmed Halil, ned the Prophet. You have’—— began Halil; but the cass broke In. “Be allent!’ she ordered, the words of the jan captain rousing her rudely from the trance of fascination that had enwrapped her. "Leave me to deal with him." The Eyes of Scorn. Infinitely lovely, alluring past all de- scription, she glided up to the motion- less Prophet. Not even when cajoling Halil into the disobedience that was to him asa death warrant, had her magi- cal charm been so potent. Slowly, she Talsed her white, bare anms and Stretched them out toward the Prophet. Her eyes were alight with s wonderful I love; the first love her strange heart had ever known, {| “Lam the Princess Salome!” she | murmured, "I can save you from that black cell of horror. I can set you high—yes, perchance upon the throne of j Judea itself, Look at mo, | The words froze upon her lips. For, es seven as she spoke, the Prophet's eyes {again met hers. Calm, steady was the man's gaz). Yet she read in ite depths a loathing and contempt that struck | her dumb. To her knees upon the mar- pavement she fell, both hands clasped {n horror across her throbbing eyes In a mad effort to shut out the memory of the awful gaze thet had branded {tself upon her very heart. “Take him away! Take him away!" |she moaned, rocking to and fro in her | blind agony of shame, | Nor did she raise her head until the (clank of armored steps told her that the guard was leading the prophet back to | his prison. Then, In a sort of awed relief, she looked up. “He has hoarsely. Halil bowed, “Speak to me!" she commanded, her voice shrill with terror. “Speak! I feel as though I were tn a horrible dream. Speak, I say!" A Weird Love Test, | “What is there to say, Princess?” asked Halll, speaking wearily as a man worn out by @ combat beyond his Strength. ‘All is said and done, It ts lat an end." “At an end!" she snarled, like an an- gry wildcat, leaping to her feet and facing the captain, her glorious face Jconvulsed with a black fury. “At an end? No! It is just beginning! He spurned me! ME, for whose smiles men have fought and died. Spurned me as though I were a beggar cringing jfor alms, Yes, and I was a beggar, | |besought him for one look, one word |And he— Oh, Halll! Did you see his eyes? They scorched my ° innermost heart and left it blackened and dead. But he shall pay! With his life—had he ten thousand Hves—ne shall pay, If Herod's executioners have tortures to wring life slowly from a man, this cap- ‘tive shali know their full horror, “It cannot be, Princess," said Halll, “Herod refuses to torture or kili tne Prophet, The Tetrarch has resisted the pleadings of Herodias herself.” “My mother pleaded and wept, |is no way to win favors from brutes as Herod.” | “But how can you hope to fare bet gone?” she whispered, That suoh ter "T shall find a way! 1 shall find one. Halil,” (with a sudden burst of tury) ‘why did you stand by, silent, and see me Shamed and rebuked? Is this your vaunted love for me? Is this" — “I have shown my love for you, Prine cess,” replied Halll, dully. “I am ul- ready as good as dead. ‘I have dis- obeyed Herod's commands by bringing You rely on my secrecy. You | Porat much that you would die for me, oked for command from the | Your words smite ilke “You speak daringly of your king!” | “My king ts the King of Kings,” re- | &5 get the dependent habit. Knowing how to do things your, |! self and doing them makes you as indifferent to the whimg of others 88 @ dead beat to debts.—Philadel- Pala Prove, al she laughed her scornful un- | belief, | Without @ word Hi Grew ith dag- i from nis rirdler Move T deep into aide, staggered forward and fell, Vatieme ind dutching cf hem Dollar Kid VLL PUT EM ON! PERHAPS || ULL BE MORE POPULAR IF]! | WEAR BETTER CLOTHES! YouR NEW CLOTHES HAVE ARRIVED, SIR. WILL YoU PuT WELLO, GIRLS! How bo You Like MY NEW CLOTHES @ COME OVER AND HEY! WHERE ARE WoT's THE USE ? WATCH US DRILL! NXOU ALL GOING ? | VLE WEAR A ) mal ee \ SWEATER AFTER 1 LOVE, / THis! DRILLS | You LOOK FINE, SIR! veRY BECOMING, SiR, “ e 26, 1908 Magazine, Wednesday, August By R. W. Taylor PRETTY SWELL , HEY? HELLO, FOLKS! \VB JOINED eee SOO OOO’ The Dobleys By Kate Masterson. Take pOOK the hotel and that Jap boy of his just bullt the firs and qilled on seaweed, It | wooden ‘“ N inyita- wae fust lke a ecene in a play—all A t {0 n Worked up, When {s the Italian feast?” , from “To-night,” sald Dobley; “and re member to help along the sonnet. Ask him to recite ft and I'll back you up.” Freshington,” said Dobley, smi “Ot course, but they were cooked at | wrapping a tilce of bacon @bout a squab and pinning it with @ anything.” toothpick. the dish of Risotto Poggio Gherardo @nd the fruit salad.” “It's far too beautiful to eat!” sighed Mrs, Dobley, "Do you know, it reminds me of that poem of yours, a Plunge Into Darkest Bohemia | “Mike, any OOo! tenderly }Oh, {t was too frightfully lovely for bring me “Tut, tut!’ exclaimed Freshigton, “I dashed it off tn a gondola one morning coming home from a party.” “Then the lark beging to sing,” mused Mrs. Dodley, ‘and the dawn breaks ‘Down on|!n rose and gold!’ over @ letter at | The Editor had already reached /the Grand Cunal.'" “And you've never let me see it" breakfast Freshington’s flat when the Dobleys ar-| “Oh, that one!” aatd Preshington #ald the Editor reproachfully. “Is there e, “An Italian rlyed. He wag @ serious man, with a | carelessiy; ‘did you like 1?” @ cover design In It-something sym- inner in q ohafing red tle. Mike, the Jap boy, amiled from) wze 4g ‘guperb,"" enthused Dobley; He? What?” dish—he says, Ha! hia blue and white kitchenette with 18 |g. must redte It for us.” “Bunny thing,” safd Freshington, "I ha! He has window box of chives and parsley. “tlave 1 heard it?” said the Faltor, |Showldn’'t have been out to see tt exoept written @ sonnet “You'll be growing mushrooms here wiras it an Uplift In tt? We have a fF @ fight between my boatman and an- about Venice and /nest,” cried Mra. Dobley; “that’s just | yoo aeu tot Uplitts on hand just |other.—Mike, the melon and the Mar he has invited a/like you poets! And I hear you have | ow Do let us heae tt.” aschino! magazine editor. | written a beautiful thing, ‘Dawn on the| |” F | “Every catastrophe {s a literary op- What a magnif- | Grand Canal.’" Are you sure it won't bore you wT’ | sortunity!” put in Dobiey, ‘It im under cemt syatem!" . “Then I love to see him cook, sald Mrs. Dobley, with fust a Mnt of sar- caam {n her yoloe, “You know, In ret ity, the things are all cooked In ad- |#o premature! Walt untll we get quite ked Freshington anxiously. | “Hush—h—n!" ald Dobley, “don't be! ti we get to the coffee! How I hate | this dragging shop into a little dinner! full of spaghetti before you bring uP Cant we yet away from the hateful the subject of the poem!—and now, |subject even at our meals?” |: Freshington, dear boy, for the Tusoan | "an" nut this was real poetry,” just sucl, stress that the greatest in- spiration comes, And this thing of Freshington’s is really stunning!” must see it!” exclaimed the Editor sald | ‘I want something af that sort for our |vance! He only heats them, Sometimes fegpt,”” |Dobley, while his wife helped the|next number. Tt will be a change from [I think he tmagines he Is doing tt All) pe yingion was already manipulat-|Editor to more spaghettt, “I tell you, |tha Aftermaths and the Aloahests and himselt." Ing the chafing dishes, you could see the sun rising.” | Uplites!"” “It's the results that count,” sald) wonderfully artistle people!” sei¢ “Yes,” went on Mrs, Dobley. ‘Dawn! “I'l! bet you a box of candy!" sald Dobdley, “and he gives delightful din- ing Editor, watching Freshington with|came like @ pale penitent'—wasn't| Mr, Freshington te Mrs, Dobley play- ners, you must admit.” Interest, as he stirred, salted and pep-|that it?” fully, “that the Editor doesn’t like {t!"* | "Yes," laughed Mrs, Dobley: “there perea, | To the pler of Night,’ exclaimed “Donel’’ said Mrs. Dobley. “I've as [was that near-clambake he gave us at, “And such & charming place, Venice Dobley. filling the Editor's glass with good as won!” h |the Bungalow!” you lived thave, didn't you, Mr, | Lachrymae Christl. He Er EP PSEHIaEY AL I “Those were real clams," put in Dob- | Froghington—to get—the atmosphere |" “To Weep,’ sald Mrs, Dopley softly Ipeamed delightfully at the Edttor just ley, erlously, “For Clarence the Cop CLOTHIN a year,” sald Freshington, | Bf tj Date AMBLANCE Quick! “There was something about the dew! as Mike brought in the poem on a tray. By C. W. Kahles Whit THATS MY) (ULL HEY HIM DUMMY! (TRANSFERRED! PLAYING PVDODOGODDIOCODOOTSO CHOOSES The “Cleverest Tramp;” | —— A Story of His Career ——~ And His Adventures OOO OOS (This ta the story of a world-fam ous tramp, known as “A No, 1,” His real name {gs unknoton, The followw- ng extract and tIuatration are from The Cleverest Tramp in America,” n the Bohemtan Magazine for Sep- | ember) | et \N am. up to June 1, 1008, A No 1 had I travelled 487,778 miles. He hopes to make {t a million before he Clas fe has been in Europe twice and ried ‘dead-head" Itfa on tha well-guarded irench and German rafiroad lines, When asked concerning his expert. neces abroad he merely looked disgusted ind sald: ‘Bum."" This {s the ocoun- ry, he says, that fa the real panadise for tramps, Once in a while thts clever ramp rather miso! battle of wits with some haughty con- lector of a fast train One Instance will be sufflctent. He | was loltering about the Iiinols Central station in Chicago one summer evening five or ax years ago. A fast New Kk train was about to start, One of [the train's crew recognized our tramp friend and notified the conductor. This entleman accosted A No, 1 and told ulm sharply that he must not attempt to ride. He “didn't want any —~ hobo around his train." 4 No, 1 sald: "Now, see here, my friend, Iam going to ride to New York on your train whether you ke it or not.” He then disappeared. Phe train started, and every member of the train's crew kept sharp watch see If A No, 1 got aboard. They did @TXED not relax thelr vigilance until the train was going at a speed that would have made {t tmpossible for any one to board it. But A No, 1 ts a student of psy- chology in a crisis, He knew the most obylous place on the train would be the least suspected. He accordingly had climbed upon the pilot of the engine and had drawn himself into a small compass immediately under the gleam- ing place on the engine's front. Several times members of the crew had passed in front of the engine, but diinded by the light and dismiseing as unlikely this open hiding place, had overlooked him, |Arrived In New York at the Grand |Central Station, A No. 1 passed the |conductor as he was leaving the train and greeted him with a good-natured “How do you do, Conductor? Glad to ‘sce you came in on time with me.” In the pleagant month of June, 1904, he found himself at 6 o'clock one morning | atop of a Pullman coach upon the Great Northern Railroad, He was acutely hungry and the whiff of coffee that came from the dining car below as the cooks prepared the breakfast made him fairly ache for food, He aoftly tilted the | small window tn the roof of the coach and In @ subdued voice halled the ocol- ored water below. The son of Ham ‘was proof to all the wiles and the | wheedling of A No. 1. He went in jevousiy welcomes a | search of the conductor. This caar of the Imited told the tramp on the roof to “get off right away, or he'd be thrown off." A No, 1 quietly pointed out the fact that as the train was going fifty miles am hour, this would not be entirely safe. The conductor thereupon swore roundly at the ‘tramp. A No, 1 hitched over, took the plpe which allows the escape of gas and amoke from the mnges below to the open air firmly between his hands and turned It about so that its mouth faced into the wind Naturally a fifty-mile hurricane going down this flue caused trouble below. The oar was Instantly filled with bad smells and much smoke. By this time the angry conductor below had pulled @ whistle cord and the train was slowing down to a stop. A No. 1 watched | his chance and slipped deftly over the edge of the car to the gravel below. A No, 1 does not use alooholie drinks; does not drink tea or coffee; does not smoke. In fast, he abstains from any and all habits that might Interfere with his ambition to further the at of tramping. He has sound reason for his abstinence. Many Is the time, he says, that he has seen tramps lose the wheels to a horrible death. “T shall Ukely come to this end my self," says he, “but I won't come to {t as soon as T should If I used these things that undermine my strength and nerve.” A No, 1 states that riding upon the | truck beams between the wheels of a ‘flying passenger traln, or even of @ tian, tes cy Sherry sein sins FOR A LONG JOURNEY slow-going freight train, is extremoly difficult, The flying cinders deluge the eyes and at times make breathing al- most {mpossthle, More than this, he says, that unless one strictly watches himself one ds in danger of becoming hypnotised, The rhythmically pounding wheels jolting over the joints of the lalla have a way of insistently com- manding attention, which {s extremely dangerous, This noise, sharp and re- peated with devilish persistence, can hypnotize the unwary, he says. Often he has had to use every source of will power which he had in order to ward off the effects of this endless and mind- compelling “oliek, click, click,” He be lieves that many a tramp who has fallen to his death from the trucks has ‘been first hypnotised in this way, This is perfectly sound psycholgy and the probability of such hypnotism will be admited by any good specialist in this eclence, As we heve stated, A Mo, 1 fully expects to meet his death under wheels, To assure himself of @ proper memorial he has bought with a part of his savings a monument which ip in the cemetery at Cambridge Springs, | the place he calls home, Upon ® ig soulptured this legend: “To the Memory of A No. 1, Tramp, but a Good One. At Rest at Last” "Weird “Don’t By Lili HEN you first enter the house where your patient ia, do not take entire pos- session of it, Re- member that the master of {t still haa to pay the rent. You don’t. Do not feel it Incumbent upon you to set the chambermaid by the ears and make the cook threaten |to leave the first day you are there. | You oan stir up more trouble by doing | {t slowly. Don’t try to do It ell at once. | If you don't Itke your room, tell the | family ao, They are so afraid of you ltnat they will obange it, even if tt | makes grandma sleep on a folding bed. } Complain that your surroundings are| yo not Sanitary. It sounds formidable and jt increases the family's awe of you. | In an emergency be as unprepared [as possible, so that you can show your resourcefulness. If you need bandages and none ts ready, tear up the linen sheets. Select embroidered ones |f pos Ss” for Nurses. an Bell, sible; The famfy will then see hew prompt you are in rising to the ccca- ston, Tt the patient ts nervous, si in the room with the Sunday newspapers, Most sick persons enjoy the sound of rustling pages, If your patient 4s In great pain hft the mde of the bed with your knee every time you come near, end the footboard with your elbow, When you talk, omphasize your remarks by shake Ing the bed railing, She will probably be too {ll to remonstrate with you. She wil only cry when your back is turned. If she does, talk to her firmly | about footsh weakness. It will hélp her to get strong. Take your exercise whenever you feel |ike 1t, whether there ts any one to ait |with your patient or not. You have |your rights, Assert them. Order whatever you want to eat, the xpensive the better. Try to take hot each night about mid- ieee cook will love to get it for Don't wear ir when don't joel ie tt IER Thay Rave terpava a looking like @ trained nurse whet er you Uke one or not, | You do not need any instruction froin | me to assume to know more about sick ness In general and your patient in percoulee) than the attending physi na. the, erected upon a plot which he bought © ERR {s a problem which will interest the schoot children a9 well as their eachers, so We Invite them al! to Mgure it out. In @ recent go-as-you- please walking match, Mike, the ex-champton, who was slower than Den- resent holder of delt, by one mile in two hours, was given two na four-mile cont Now, supposing that the resuls af the race o, what were their respective apeeda? H thelr nerve in a crisis and slip under /