The evening world. Newspaper, September 4, 1908, Page 15

The Evening World Daily Magazine, Frida x7 1 | Arnold Daly as Owen Conway. Jes- sle Izett as Marie Deering. From the Bowery HILE Arnold Daly is down on hie knees at Wallack'y he might take W ia young actor. Bowery life made interesting by Mr. Daly's unfailing sense of characterisation Bowery types are well-drawn, particularly the unregenerate Casey of Ed- | to heaven from a small town in New have fallen owt with Mr, Daly could) ‘This school ma'am {s enough to make! ‘The lady, slummers are go disappointed manly beauty, Altogether it is too bad! the leader of the naughty gang, Ed-| his alert followers take him in hand. in the eye and tells him !t wouldn't be get religion. His “regeneration” is so may have been @ dreadful place. But to-day the good people of the Bowery country rubbernecks as they come, of course, but !f these simple folk are fair after “From Broadway to the Bowery" to return the compliment with he can be just “tough” as that other ant about It. with Miss Ware ts rea! and couvineing. Me's the girl for Conway as played pathies the play shoots wide of the learning the Lord's Prayer is scarcely the door behind woich poor “Skinny Wears @ frock coat and high hat on Helen Ware as Nelile. his level. And so Conway, after becoming a respectable citizen and a credit to the cellar and tries to save him by saying it was she who hid "Skinny" in the 1s, to, Broadway; or “The R ion.” he Regeneration. advantage of the oppertunity to pray for ® good play, He may de assured a fervent ‘Amen’. from. this corner at least, for in spite of But while Mr. Daly is Gown on his luck, as well as hie knees, “The Rogen- tant going to help him up to any great heights. and vivified by Miss Holen Ware's utterly feartess acting of a dance hall gir! | ‘Whe ta really the nerve and sinew of the performance. Mise Ware plays this | pent Heron and the cellar-throated Dempsey of Willam Harrigan. All goes well until the deadly achool teacher begins to get in her deadly | England, She ts so “sweet” that you | begin to hunger for # bitter dose of fee Miss Izett pushing the golden rule down his throat their revenge would Mr, Daly aay his prayers, She pile! down into the cellar just in time to) because Conway has such lovely shoulders and arms! Mr, Daly, too, The pleasant little party ts over, wut Arthur Ames, in ‘full evening dress,’ | win Arden makes Arthur deserve all! that 1s coming to him. He talks too They are about to “frisk” him when the school ma'am drops in again and right to rob the nice, evening-clothed genteman, So Conway calls off the sudden that even the cellar looks sur- prised. may alt In thelr two-for-five retreats, thelr innocent dance halls and their vine- clad chop suey cottages nd marvel at the wickedness of the uptown slummers sensible they will save themselves @ trip to the Bowery and go to Wallack’s. Wallack's !8 much more exciting. “From the Bowery to Broadway.” At any rate, the melodrama at Wallack's estimable actor, Mister Chuck Con- nora. To give Mr. Connors his dra- Mr. Daly gives the brute in him full play except when the scioo| ma'ain But under it all is a rough tenderness, something that speaks of maniiness with heart and soul by Miss Ware, and Marie, as acied vy Mise Izeit, mark, Daly learning his alphabet Is an an exalted figure. Hoe is more like Idmeelf bounding across the room in fa trembling in fear of the electric cbalr. the Bowery ouly serves to make the play worse by showing Conway that the mottoes on the wal) of the settlement house, makes her believe for the monment that he Js bad as ‘when she lured him from hls happy underground settlement house, but Conway stops her, and with a handcuffed atr of resigna- tion {8 led out to go “up the river. BY CHARLES DARNTON. the fect that he ia his ewn worst enemy he still remains our best qemeration” is far from oompléte, It is little more than a crude sketoh of | tooth and nail, and her scenes with Mr. Daly grip you with a etrong hold. Work. Miss Jessie Inett plays this angel role as though she were on her way Polson, If all the leading women who} be complete, break up Mr. Daly's little prise fight. | seems & bit sorry to cover up hia remaing behind to have @ talk with much, and when Conway gives the sign says they mustn't. She looks Conway gang, and slowly but surely begins to When Owen Kildare wrote ‘My Mamie Rose” several years ago the Bowery who are forever shooting or divorcing one another, They have to take the We doubt Mr, Kildare and his assistant, Walter Hackett, thought tt enly ives Mr, Daly a chance to show that Matic due, however, he ls more pleas- 4s around. Tue brutality of nis scenes beneath the old blue flannel shirt. Nel- fen't. In its attempt to hit your sy, amusing picture, but Daly on his knees the settlement house and kicking open The meddlesome gentleman who the school ma’ain is in Jove with bim and that he mustn't drag her down to home. She comes to him after the gang has been caught like so many rats in Better that than the school ma'am! $OSOO05 00400606400 A Revelation of New York Society “Who's Hilent” he asxed. “Eileen? Why, don’t you—why, of Oourse, you don't know yet that I've taken Elleen for my own, I didn’t want to write you; I wanted first to see how lt would turn ott; and when IT saw that it was turning out perfectly, I thought it better to wait until you could return and hear all about it from me, because one can’t write that sort of. thing”. “Ninal" “What, dear?” she sald, startled, “Who the dickens fs sileen?’ “Phillp! You are precisely like Aus- tin; you grow impatient of preliminary SYNOPSIS OF FIRST INSTALMENT. =: pt, Selwyn, whose wite had loved Jack, uthvén. and whom he permitted to divorce im tn order to marry the man of her cholos, returns to New York with neither fortune nor jon, the divorce having driven him the service, He Is to dine with his le jer, apd brother-in-law, Austin Get The . ry ward Gerald’ keroltt ty Gavttod, Sel wyn, arriving at the home, tinds the oblidren Dlayinw fox hunting with the cat the eldest child, inguiree artlessly for her aunt Alixe, Selwyn's divorced wife Gerard, enters and ‘The ‘brotner tells ness. sei the story of his unh (Copyright, 1907, by Robert W. Chambers.) CHAPTER I, (Continued.) His Uwn People. B’ I didn't, Nelther did Alixe And we went under; that's. ail ~fighting each other heart and soul to the end. * 1g she happy with Ruthven? I never knew him—and never cared to. 1 suppose they go about in town among the yellow set, Do they?” “Yes, I've met Allxé once or twice Bhe was perfectly curnposed—formal but unembarrassed. She has shifted her milieu somewhat—it began witin the in- flux of Ruthven's friends from the ‘yel- low’ section of the younger married set the Orchids, Panes, Minsters and Del- mour-Carn: Which ts all right if she'd stay there, But in town you're Mkely to encounter anybody where the somebodies of one set merge into the Somebodies of another, And we're al- ways looking over our fences, you know, °° © By the way!" she added chéer- fully, “I'm dipping into the younger set myself to-night—on’ Bileén's ac- count. I brought her out Thursday and te ome & dinner for her to-night.” ee ona eynidtnn” am Y jctyend? details when I'm doing my very best attempting to explain as clearly ag [ can. Now I will go on and say that Elleen 1s Molly Errel’s daughter, and the courts appointed Austin and me guardians for her and for her brother Gerald: “on!” “Now Is tt clear to you?” "Yos,’ be sald, thinking of the |tragedy which had left the child so Juttetly alone tn the world, save for her |brother and a distant kinship by mar- |rlage with the Gerards, | For a while he sat brooding, arms | loosely folded |mmersed once more in his own troubles, ems a shame,” he sald, “that a Mike re, whose name has al- | selves entangled in the very things their| race has always hated and managed to! avoid. And through me, too,” | “It was not your fault, Phi.” “No, not the divoree part. Do you |Suppose I wouldn't have taken any kind of bedicine before resorting to that? But what's the use; for you can try as you uth Soy 1 chia abdeleNelitey lage vab Ny | Ways spelled decency, should find them-/ The Million Dollar Kid -- -- MELLO, MISS FROST’ Vv" GOING To TAwe You gut tom & WELL, MLL GO. 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MOOOODDOOOIPODODDOOODOOGIDGHODGEEOIOOS! 2) No. 24 of Monologues of a Miaologist, | womebody who has done something big- vill By Clarence L, Cullen. |ger for him, ao that Mister Astor W’ want to have a flash at Them Papers, Author of “Tales of Ea-Tanks.” | Jack Dalton, before he rises from his molst seat on the lush Cliveden grass Ne they're un- and buckles on the surcingle of a belted spooling {t that) wart Mister Astor, Two or three premature deigns have srmerly of here, been pulled previously on Mister Astor nd the owner of in this matter, so the chalk’s an easy ulte a number of| 3 to 1 that he won't have Poole of Pic- eces (ft improved|cadilly take his measure for @ pair of wnship, {8 squat-|equerries plods up the driveway and ed, all of a palpi-/ tells him that he has copped and that snt huddle, on the th. red board 1s down. eensward of 4.3) Then, and then only, will Mister CLARENCE L CULLEN wut on the Thames| Astor slip another sixty thousand p'und back-water, await-/to the South Swansea Sallors’ Snug ing the anticipated arrival, f, 0. b., of | Harbor, and not until then will he In- one newly painted peer which King | dite a derisive little telegram to the Edward may deign to bestow upon him. |chagrined Sir T, Lipton, who has been Mister Astor, they say, looks as ner-|bunking wistfully on the border of yous about it as a bush league pitcher | Burke's Peerage, waiting for a boost, having his try-out game In Class A/ for so long that he has practically paid company who has just given three .103| th» operating expenses of half the hos- stickers bases on balls and hit the um-|pjtais and Homes for Superannuated pire on the wishbone besides. |Shellfishermen In the United Kingdom. Mister Astor knows that, while King| Still, Sir Thomas shouldn't crawfish Edward 1s one of the daringest .ittle| and quit the track just yet merely be- deigners in the drove, 'Is Majesty often cause the man named after a New has been observed to have his fingers|York hotel much patronized by Pitts- or his galluses crossed at the very mo-| burgers appears to have such a long ment of delgning to do something for'jead on him in the sprint for the Peer- may to keep your name clean, and then|cared for me, I vould not blame her. you can fold your arms and wait to see But two people, mismated, have u1ly what @ hopeless fool fate makes of one chance in this world—to live their you.” tragedy through with dignity. That !s she eaid tremulously. “I've been all over that, too,” he said treachery to self and race and clviliza- with quiet bitterness, ‘You are partly ton! That is my conclusion after a right; nobody cares in this town. Even | year’s experience in hell." He roge and though I did not defend the sult, no-|began to pace the floor, Angers worry- body cares, And th, no disgrace, I Ing his mustache, “Low? suppose, if nobody cares enough even | Which I do not accept, let me loose to to condone. Divorce is no longor/risk {t all again with another woman?” noticed; it 1s a matter of ordinary oc-| She said slowly, her hands folded in currence—a matter of routine in some} her lap; “It ts well you've come to me sets. Who cares?—except decent folk?) at last. You've been turning round wouldn't do !t themselves. The horrified clamor comes from outside the social | ress; and you haven't. Dear, listen to registers and blue books; we know| me; what you honestly believe to be they're right, but {t dossn’t affect unselfish and high-minded adherence What does affect us is that we were the to principle, is nothing but circling decent folk who permitted ourselves the| reasoning of a hurt mind—an Intelll- luxury of being sorry for others who! gence still numbed from shock, a men- resorted to divorce as a remedy but! tal and physica) life forced by sheer wouldn't do it ourselves! ® © © Now) courage into mechanical routine * * © we've done {it and"— Wait a moment; there !s nobody e's “Phill I will not have you feel that) to say this to you, and if I did not way.” love you I would not interfere with “What way?" this great mistake you are so honestly “The way you feel. We are cider than making of your life, and which, per- we Were—everybody Is older—the world haps, is the only comfort left you. 1 1s, too. What we were brougit up to say, ‘perhaps,’ for I do not belleve consider impossible"—. that life holds nothing happier for “What we were brought up to con- you than the sullen content of mar- elder impossible was what Kept me up tyrdom." to the mark out (hers, Nina.” Jfe made ina!" a gesture toward tha Eas: am right!” she cried, almost come back hers and tearn tnat we've fiercely; “I've been married thirteen all outgrown those |deas"— years and I've lost that fear of men's “Phil! I never meant thi portentous judgments which all girls He + “If Allxe found .har +he outgrow one day. And do you think cared for Ruthven, I don't blame h Tam golng to acquiesce in this atti- Laws and statutes cant «ovorn suen| tude of yours toward life? Do you ere, If she found she ne loner you think you've made enormous prog- a bow al estate in this plush pants until one of the King’s | “But no disgrace touches you, dear”|absolutely all life holds for them. Be-) |yond that, outside of that dead Iine—| Can a law, | And they only think it’s pity—and! and round in that wedged cage until| | “Lord Astor,” Eh? The Coin Converses, Doesn’t It, Dalrymple? Age Plate, Sir Thomas may yet be Lord Oolong of Ceylon. There's no reason why, !f he continues to frisk himself for the erection of additional Bungalows for Becalmed Booze Bat- tlers and such like, he shouldn't event- ually snare King Ed Into a delightful humor long enough to enable him to crib a coronet. Then, too, Sir Thomas might nudge the game along by atart- ing @ weekly paper and saying in it every week that the people he was born and brought up with are a raffish lot of rummies who talk through their noses and eat butter beans and huckle- berry ple with their knives, and if he sticks in, too, the weekly observation that King Ed, aa a diplomatist, has got | Talleyrand and Richelieu looking like a |couple of Kansas hired men trying to lead the cotillion at a Bradley-Martin ‘ball, why he'll be bound te oll himself | inte the Burke book sooner or later, Then, too, the next time England is fitting out what St oalls a punitive ex- pedition compused of forty or utty thou- sand beef bolters who are sent to Zam- vesiland to capture a canionment of dinge dwarfs who've never in their lives | nad anything to eat but wild paw-paws | and persimmons and who are suffering | trom the sleeping sickness—when this | happens again, as It does happen every little whie dver there, Sir Thomas can | tragical mistake and a mistaken trag- edy? I tell you your life not fin- ished; it 1 not yet begun! He looked at her, incensed; but she wprang to the floor, her face bright with color, her eyes clear, determined: |"I thought, when you took the oath of military service, you swore to obey the laws of the land? And the very first law that interferes with your pre- conceived notions—crack!—you say it's not for you! Look at me-you great, big, wise brother of mine—who knows enough to march a hundred and three men into battle, know where pride begins and con- science ends, You're badly hurt; you are deeply humilitated over your rea- ignation; you believe that ambition for a career, for happiness, for mar- riago and for children is ended for you. You need fresh ajr—and I'm go- {rg to gee you have it. You need new | duties, new faces, new scenes, new problems, You shall have them, Dear, believe me, few men as young as you, as attractive, as human, as lovable, a4 affectionate as you, wilfully ruin their lives because of @ hurt pride whion they mistake for conscience. You will understand that when you become con- valescent. Now kiss me ard tell mv you're much obliged—for I hear Aus- Uin's voice on the stairs,” | He held her at arms’ length, gazing Jat her, half amused, half indignant; then, unbidden, a second flash of the old \elepathy passed between them a pale glimmer lighted his own dark heart in sympathy; and for a momen: he seemed to have a brief glimpse of the truth; and the truth was not as ne had imagined {t. But tt | glimpse only—a fleeting suspicion of think I can’t distinguish between # his own fallibility; then it vanished| He turned, unaffectediy but not enough to| was a} IOO1000000000]000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000) (y OOOO. make a hit for himeelf and plug his | Peerage-plucking plan along by fitting | out a regiment of yeomen to be known as the Shropshire Stiffs or the Laa- | cashire Lummouxes, watob ought to help him @ jot with the present incumbent of thy House of Hanover, 1 Suppose Mister Astor already has his crest and ‘scutcheon and saleld and Deraide Gevice wad ie Teas UL Le parlor whatnot furnishings all picked out, He has hepped up to it, he thinks, that his family yoes back to the Span- jah house of Astorgas, and he's think- Ing of setting up Spanish device. Wel have to give it to nim that his family bas gone back somehow, and by tne time he snags his new shield he'll nave waiked enough Spanisn and wioughed off enough Spanish doubloona to Teel like @ sure-enovgh Astorgas, whoever this Astorgas glug was, Knowing what he dues about now the first American Astor copped the coon- aking, as it were, why whouldn’t this maybe-Lord Astor adopt as his device @ ‘possum or even @ polecat couchant, with the motto, Latinized, “Peits Pays Profits’ or “Skins Snags Scads” sprad- died around the symbol? That would be @ ‘scutch that would mean seme- Ung, @fd (he Unpled colupument to the American hide and ther le would serve to compensate us and sort of grease us along wand bollvars in ground rents and things which the Astor push take out Of the pelt of little old New York every | whe year, GeV e "ought to get something back be- | sides anthracite words from the pris ish public, press and pulpit for ing Mister Astor to the British nation, ‘hadn't we? -- THE YOUNGER SET -- into the old, dull, aching, obstinate humiliation. For truth would not be truth If It were @o easily discovered, “Well, we've buried it now,"’ breath- ed Selwyn. “You're all right, Nina— from your own standpoint~end I'm not going to make a stalking nuisance of myself; no fear, little sister, Hello!”— turning swiftly—"here’s that prepos- erous husband of yours,” ‘They exchanged a firm hand olasp; Austin Gerard, big, smooth shaven, | humorously Inclined toward the ruddy | heaviness of successful middle age; Selwyn, lean, bronzed, erect, and dl- | rect in ali the powerful symmetry and Perfect health of @ man within sight of maturity | “Hall to the chlef—et cetera,” Austin, in his large, “Glad to see you home, my bolo-punc- tured soldier boy, Welcome to our city! \I suppose you've both pockets stuffed with loot, now haven't you?pearle and sarongs and dattos—yes? Have you Inspected the kids? What's your opinion of the Gerard battailon? Pret- sald ty fit? Nina's commanding, so It’s up to her {f we don’t pass dress parade. By the way, your enormous luggage 1s here—consisting of one dinky trunk and a sword done up tn chamols akin.” “Nina's good enough to want me for a few day began Selwyn, but his big brother-in-law laughed lly “A few days! We've got you now!” And to his wife; “Nina, | suppose I'm n over those infernal kt ave a minute with your te , Age they in bed y Ail Phil; we'll be down in a minute; there's tea and things fr library Make Elleen give you some taking hie September 4; ‘or the thirty thou- | bantering volce. | 1908; é eee 100.0 0.0000000000000000000000 0000000000000 00000. Reflections of a Bachelor Girl § By Helen Rowland 180OOHHDHIHHOHOGOOOIOSHOOOHOOOIOGAGHHOOOOSHOOOOOOSSAD Fr res 'eo vt fe a fascinating slow-walts in whieh you go round and round without ever getting emy- where, ' The best cure-all ever patented is a starvation diet; & little judicious absence from the dinner table or the loved? one is an equally good remedy for indiges' or a grand’ passion, The man who has really good judgment knows enough , not to use it in criticising his wife's clothes, A man’s interest in a woman before marriage and bis indifference to her afterward may be explained in the same way as a small (boy's desire for candy before Christ- mas and his indifferenas to it on the morning after. HELENR®WUANDT =, bachelor recelves his first shocking suspicion thet be is growing old when his friends stop asking why he “doesn’t” marry and begin inquiring why he ‘didn’t’ marry, } Don't always imagine it ts maiden modesty that makes @ girl refuse te | climb a barbed-wire fence—it may be only @ hole in her stocking. Before marriage kissing goes by favor, but after marriage a lot of favors” come by judicious kissing. | Sentiment {a like scent—air {t too often and it loses tts strength, keep it bottled too long and it loses its sweetness, H There is something almost as appealing and pathetic about @ mout man fa | a full dress suit as about @ kitten dressed up {n doll's clothes, ! Nothing will make @ man feel eo conscientious about the folly of carsying on an old filrtation as « sudden interest in a new one pat to A Cry in the Dark. By Cora M. W. Greenleaf. be endless day has saddened into night, And summer's countless voices ail are dumb; My heart, despairing in the waning light, Calls constantly tor one who does not come, Oh, loved and lest, where art thou in this hour? Oh, lost and loved, I miss thee from these ermal Could I but whe thee with embrace and kiss, And share with thee Life's hazards, storms and calms! My heart beats but for thee, and thine for me, And nothing mattors else—io this not true? ‘And though the sun has darkened in our sky, Pray God ‘twill shine again for me and you. HE sem! - prin- T ens creat te such @ grace- ful and charming one that it is no wonder Its popularity seems over to be increasing, This one is mede of fou- lard with trimming of lace and piping of velvet, but it is ap- propriate for pongee and for all the pretty silk and light weight woo! materials of the season, and also for a great many of the washable ones, It can be worn over any guimpe and it can be closed either @t the back or the left of the front The panel at the froat gives the long, continuous oharacter- \atic princess Lines, but the blouse is draped softly and be comsngly and ls joln- ed to the gored skirt by means of a girdle, The quantity of ma- terlal required for the medium alse is 16 yards 4, ll 1-2 yards @ oor 7 1-8 yards 4 Inches wide, If ma- terial has figure or nap; U 1-3 yards 2, § 1-2 yards & or 6 1-3 yards 4 inches wide if material has neith- Linbey nor nap, Seml-Princess Dress Pattern—No. 6062. ¥ 'o rm pete Yards of lace 8 inches wide for trimming and $-4 yards 21 inches wide 0 Pattern No. 6062 {s cut in sizes for « &, S4, 8, 38 and 0 bust measure How Call or send by mafl to THE EVENING WORLD MAY MAN- ; to TON FASHION BUREAU, No, 182 Bast Twenty-third street, New Obtain York. Send 10 cents in coin or stamps for each pattern ordered. These IMPORTANT—Write your name aed addrese plalaly, sad ab Patterns, } ways specify size wanted. By Robert W. Chambers, Author of '‘The Firing Line” and “A “Quite crazy about you.” she con- tinued, “‘and you're to be included in dedtime prayers, I believe~No sugar? « Lemon?—Drina’s mad about you end threatens to give you her new maltese puppy. I congratulate you on your popularity.” “Did you eee me in the nursery on all fours?” inquired Selwyn, recognizing her bronse-red hair, Untelgned laughter was his answer, He laughed, too, not very heartily, “My first glimpse of our legendary nursery warrior was certainly astohish- ing," she sald, jooking around at Bim with frank malic Then, quis “But you don’t mind, do yout It's over |2 the family, of course.” “Of course,” he agreed with good grace; ‘no use to pretend diguity here; Pretty wife's hand in his lerge florid baw, and Selwyn, intently amused, saw them making for the nursery absorbed in conjugal confab, He lingered to watch them go their way, until they disappeared, and he stood a moment longer alone there in the hallway; then the humor faded from his sunburnt face, he swung wearily on his heel and Geecended the stairway, his hand heavy on the velvet rail, The library was large and comfort- abie, full of agreeably wadded corners and fat, helpless chairs—a big, invit- jing place, solidly satisfying in dull reds |and mahogany. The porcelain of tea paraphernalia caught the glow of the fire; a reading lamp burned on a centre |table, shedding subdued lustre ceiling, walls, books and over the floor, where lay a few ancient rugs of Belooshistan, themselves full of mys-|Y0% All see threugh me in a few terlous, sombre fire, (MeL | he had given him his tea. Now she | Hands clasped behind bis deck, ne) eee ee een em onalt, amailingy dies stood in the centre of the room, con-| Mt OO ae et ee mings Sidering his environment with the!" Sas scrogs her eyes; the flufiy furs, grave, absent air habitual to him when|‘s1190 trom ¢nroat and shoulder, gattled brooding, And, o# he stood there, Bula ae eR sound at the door arouse Im, ani ie} turned to confront @ young girl in nat, | 0 pan deen ede Tee |vell, and furs, who was leisurely ad-! vancing toward him, stripping the| “To-night 1s to be oy Arat ¢inner gloves from a pair of very white hands, |4a"ce, you know, o sald. Faint ‘How do you do, Capt, Selwyn,” she|tints of excitement stained ier white sald. “I am Efleen Erroll and 1 am| Skins the vivid scartet rontrast af her missioned to give you ¢ome tea |™o was almost startling, ‘On and Austin are in the nursery SC) ae noe ‘i bedtime stories and hearing as- | P!* PR er me ty Lal prayers, The children seem to| 5 ; 57 aye SRR quite craay about you." She un. APO Nina doesn't hurry amd fastened her vell, threw back stole and | 0™* Ind?! coat, and, rolling up her gloves on her |O"® DO you min tm herself table Be Continued.) wriste, pases by the table ay « ‘ ousee Fighting Chance.’ 4