The evening world. Newspaper, September 28, 1908, Page 11

The Evening World Daily Magazine, Monday? t Doesn’t Draw ea One Natural Breath, By CHARLES DARNTON. RCY MACKAYE mus* P headache, leaving you a bit green nave written brary after drinking «9 much tea. It starts like a tract and ends like a “Mater” in @ dark oorner of the under the gills, as Motner Goose herself ‘Would say, and making you feel that a little fresh alr would do you good, If Mr. MacKaye intended “Mater” to tell all he knows about books and all he doesn’t know about plays, the oxperiment at the Savoy Theatre should be Tegarded as highly successful, To begin with, you get whole pages out of a book that tells you how the world should conduct itself if it's ever going to Frederick Lewis, mount to anything. If Mr. MacKaye wave you fust enough to let you see what he was driving at you could for- stve him, but to sit there expecting a play only to find yourself getting a book doesn’t enable you to feel deeply grate- ful to him, Indeed, you get any number of books before Mr, MacKaye is through with you, In fact, you begin to believe that you are in for all the books ever writ- ten, All the time, of course, you are keeping your eye open for the play. You look long and anxfously, and, finally, when you think you see it stiok- ing {ts head in at the window, Mr. MacKaye lets fly another immortal work, and ecat! goes your play. It is all very strange. The author, appt ently, hes given strict orders that no play shall be allowed on the premises, Mr. MacKaye seems particularly fond of @hakespeare, He has Hamlet run- ning for the legislature, and he works tm the closet scene as soon as the mel- ancholy candidate finds out that Mater , has managed to have him elected by keeping an admiring politician dangling until the votes are honestly counted, Thia in itself ig @ capital idea, but it 's handled so clumsily, with the young- looking mother of the candidate pass- ing herself off as his sister, thet yeu soon jose interest in the scheme and wet heartily sick of hearing the melancholy candidate order the dreadful poll- tictan out of the house. The situation grows particulary painful when the mel- ancholy candidate stalks Into the room out his honest devotion at Mother Goo! @t cursing for a change. fa getting things fearfully mixed. Mater, who has “squared” a campaign 0 discover the amiable grafter pouring knee, and proceeds to try his tongue You have an uncomfortable feeling that the author | Teady smile, puts up with a great deal at the hands of her ungrateful son and her insufferable daughter. incredible twins,” as she calls them, Gre just the opposite to heavenly, and you lose whatever faith you ma: have had tn the long-winded candidate when he falls to tell his cheering followers in @ speech from the window that he cannot accept an office thet has been won through his mother’s charming trickery. This, of course, ma; be satire, ac- ording to MacKaye, but, as a matter of fact, the authors satire {8 as weak as his humor. His desperate attempt to bolster up his case in the end by having the sentimental politician say that the son polled so large a vote that he couldn't @ been counted out anyway doesn’t save the crudely built play. He goes to even more ridiculous lengths to show that the parlor politician may get his reward by. having Mater warn that gentleman @gainst patronizing Chinese laundries. Tuberculosis germs, she tells him, may result from the simple Chinese method of spraying clothes. Was love ever ex- pressed In a more lovely {dea? When Mater has a Iittle time to spare she goes to the plano and sings about the father of her twins who was “ter- ribler than Nero.” It's a weird song. Secretly you hope Mater won't marry the parlor politician, for the possibility of more children makes you shudder, play. “The dear, el Isabel Irving as Mater, Charles A. ‘tevenson ag Cullen. You might meet tnem some day {i another Mater’s irresponsible youth makes you afraid, She flutters about with flowers in her hair and acts as though they were vine leaves. In her worst moments shi too, takes poetic fights, Mr, MacKaye fsn’t going to let a little thing Uke prose keep him away from “poetry. tre callow low-brow who says “ain't” bears a label; nothing 1s spontaneous, manufactured wit of the play. but an uninteresting stranger. This 1i Tt can be talked as well as sung, even if {t can't be acted with any degree of success at the Bavoy. Amateur highbrows get a Everybody quotes everything from Latin to a lullaby—everybody but a by way of contrast. “Mater” doesn't draw one natural breath. author's description of his play, “An American study in comedy,’ Everything 1s studied, even the ager Henry Miller will probably notice before “Mater” 1s a week old. It {s only fair to presume that the members of Mr. Miller's oompany act ac- cording to the author's orders. Mice ‘abel Irving, as Mater, is silly as the play; Mr. Frederick Lewis gets his long-awaited c! ‘ance to play Hamlet unt!! you are b Mr, lets In a little fresh alr, ed to death, and Miss Hazel MacKaye makes ries A, Stevenson acts like a human Mater” needs it, the girl almost intolerable, being if not like @ politician, and (Copyrisht, 1907, by Robert W. Chambers.) SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS. Philip Selwyn, of an old New York iy, hae ipa! ‘army because Wite, Aull, divorced hin’ to marry Jack luthvem, @ Jeader. Ret! to ew York, Belwra treau meets the juthvens, MH ly loves him, Ruthven uring young Gerald Erroll to gamble at Lis house Belwy: een, Ellen is the ward of Selwyn's other-In-law, Austin Gerard. Selwyn, wor: Tied over # doubtful land deal (proposed by Neergard, his business partner, goes to the Deowe vi tos slaves, Ning Gerard, where he and Lansing. hiv chum (known @s Boots"), and th begs to ies this, for the sake of Gerald's slater, iene ensuss, _ Ri Who secretly admires’ Selwyn, there Is talk of & reconciliation Allxe, rooms mund_ Fane, tells Eileen een him and t reproves Mrs, Fane for repeating auch Bileen Is aghast, gossip, CHAPTER V. (Continued) Afterglow. HER} was in her more of mischief T than real malice, and if she did pinch people to see them wiggle it was partly because she supposed the pain would be as momentary as the pinch; for nothing lasted with her, not even the wiggle. So why should the pain produced by a furtive tweak inter- fere with the amusement she experi- enced in the victim's jump? But what had ofien saved her from a eoctal lynching was her ability to laugh at her own discomfture, and her un- feigned liking and respect for the turn- ing worm, “And, my dear,” she sald, conclud- fing the account of the adventure to ven that afternoon at r Bever peen eo roundly ‘A Revelation of New York Society “bused and #0 soundly trounced in my Ute as I was this dlessed morning by that red-headed novice! Ob, my! Oh, Jal I could have screamed with laugh- ter at my own undoing.” “Tt’'a what you deserved,” said Alixe, intenaely annoyed, although Rosamund had not told her all that she had so kindly and gratuitously denied ooncern- ing her relations with Selwyn. “It was sheer effrontery of you, Rosamund, to put such notions into the head of a child and stir her up into ta’ ing a fictitious interest in Philip Selwyn which I know—which ts perfectly plain to m—to anybody, never existed!" “Ot course it existed!" retorted Rosa- mund, delighted now to worry Alixe. “She didn't know {t; that ts all, It really was simple charity to wake her up. It's a good match, too, and so obviously and naturally inevitable that thére's no harm in playing prophetess. Anyway, what do we care, dear? Un- less you—" “Rosamund!” said Mrs. Ruthven, ex- asperated, “will you ever acquire the rudiments of reticence? I don't know why people endure you; I don't, indeed! And they won't much longer’—- “Yes, they will, dear; that's what so- clety Is for—a protective association for the purpose of enduring impossible peo- ple. * * © I wish,” she added, “that ‘t included husbands, because In some sets it's getting to be one dreadful case of who's whose. Don't you think #0?” Alixe, externally calm but raging in- wardly, sat pulling on her gloves, hear- tlly sorry she had lunched with Rosa- mund, The latter, already gloved, had risen and was coolly surveying the room. “Tieng,” she said. “There's is the youtatul brother of owe red Daired sessment of 4,00 with her ever | Everything | least of all the laborious humor, or the “Mater” comes to the theatre not only a stranger, 4 distinction with a difference that Man- shful Ba JUST WHAT ‘ve BEEN LOOKING-FoR Now I'm READY, At. I WANTED WAS @ LITTLE INSTRUCTIONS, THAT'S A GREAT Lime Book YODHDODGHOOOONDHTHOGOHONIOOIDOOOODEIEHANHIHIOOIONONOD Vi f 10 0" WOOOOOOOSDO. | Betty ByOO 000000000; OOK Marriage on $18 Per. Dear Betty: AM twenty-two and am In ‘love with I @ young lady twenty-one. We would) lke very much to get married. I jam *arning $18 a week and have about |$500 sa bank. Do you think my salary suMcient to support a wife? We both have been used to having everything we want. What rent could we afford! to pay? ANXIOUS. | Valuable hints as to how to manage matrimony on $18 @ week can be found| in the “Paid in Full" letter contest now running In another column of The Evening World, He Is Not Too Old, lk twenty-one and am engaged to a gentleman of thirty-three. Do you Your flance is not too old for you. Love in a Cottage, AM eighteen and would Ifke to know | if I am too young to be married to voted to me and I love him very much. OOS. Bill Gives iavic DOGODOO 2 < though {t would be hard at first, I love | the young man enough to endure hard- hips for his sake. | vise? Not only 4s your sweetheart’s Income too small, but you are entirely too young to marry. No girl at eighteen can be sure that her love is of the true Wkat do you ad- D000 000000000000000 Qn Qourts AOODIOODS. HNL eGTOOOOSIDOGA would lve at White Plains, I am a) end lasting kind, and she takes @ great firm believer in love in a cottage, and risk {n marrying at so young an age. Bf CHAPTER 1 My DARLING, You THE LIGHT OF MY. LIFE, KINDLE. THE LINGERING SPARKS IN HY ACHING HEART TELL ME ETC, BTC. exer lek WyouR (ol ARMS:— DIAGRAM No7— WHISPER DARLING Witt YOU BE My LITTLE WIFE GRE! SUPPOSE SHE SHOULD Say YES, | FORGOT To SEE WHAT THE. BOOK SAYS ABOUT THAT j DHDDOOQOOQODHTQOGDHHDOOQOSDOSHDOHGHOG hip and Marriage DOMOOLDOGDDGHODOOQHDHHODOOOQOGIDOGOOO. you tell me a few subjects that would bo Interesting to young ladies, and how T might become a good entertainer? iB. What usually proves most entertain- Ing to young ladies {8 the subject of thelr own charms. If you tell a girl how different she 1s to the others she will think you the most entertaining man she knows, I advise you to walt several yearg at ‘east, and if at that time you stil! love this ‘same man, marry him. How to Be Entertaining. Dear Betty: AM @ young man, and very anxious to be entertaining. I have never been out in company much. Would “Yes; it's delightful. . ‘I'll never forget my feelings,” marry me?" “Why,” he asked, and Times. oe Dear Betty: think he ts too old forme? M.A. Dear Betty: | & man twenty-two, He is very de-| His salary ls only $10 a week. We Where the Laugh Comes In. “You seem to find that beok very interesting.” T've glanced at the ending, and the hero and heroine don’t get married after all."—Illustrated Bits. “Did you think Miss Jawkins has speaking eyes?” ‘I'm sure I don't know,” replied the young lady. “Tf she had, her mouth wouldn't give them a chance to he heard.”—Chicago Record-Herald. aid she, “when you sald ‘was {t such a hard thing to answer?” “No; but you were such a soft thing to answer.”—Cathollc Standard “They say De Peyster loves his wife devotedly.” “Love her? Well, he smokes all the cgi present rather than hurt her feelings.”—Baltimore American. Love at Long Distance. | Dear Betty: HE girl I am in love with appears, | after two years of friendship, to be tiring of me, although she has consented to marry me as soon as I am in a position to do so, Iam twenty years of age and making $2 per week. I have been transferred to another city | 1,000 miles away. Should I keep up my | engagement with her or should I break oft same now that I am going away} L. ¢ It 1s more gentlemanly to give the girl the chance to break the engage- ment, If, however, she still loves you there 1s no reason, {f you still love her, why the engagement cannot continue even though you are @ thousand miles away. “Will you he gives him for a Christm: novice, now. He sees us and he's coming to inflict himself—with another moon faced creature. Shall we bolt?’ Allxe turned and stared at Gerald, who came up beyishly red and impetu- ous: “How d’ye do, Mrs, Ruthven; d!d you set my note? How d'ye do, Mrs, Fane; Awtully folly to collide this way, Would you mind {f’— “You,” interrupted Rosamund, “ought to be downtown—unless you've con- Cluded to retire and let Wall street go to smash. What are you pretending to do in Sherry’s this hour, you very dreadful infant?” “I've been lunching with Mr. Neer- gard—and would you mind"— “Yes, I would,” began Rosamund, Promptly, but Alixe Interrupted “Bring him over, Gerald.” And as the boy thanked her and turned back: “I've a\word to administer to that boy, Rosamund, so attack the Neer- gard creature with moderation, please, You owe me that at least.” "No, I don’t!" said Rosamund, dis- usted; “I won't be affilcted ay Nobody wants you to be too clvil to him, ally! But Gerald {s in his office, and I want Gerald to do something for me, Please, Rosamund.” “Oh, well, 1f you"— “Yea, I do, Here he {8 now; and don't be impossible and frighten him. Rosamund.” The presentation of Neergard w: lished without disaster to anybody On his thin nose the dew glistened, and his thick fat hands were hot; but Rosa. mrund was too bored to be rude to j him, and Alixe turned immediately to Gerald: at home on Tuesday. Can't you come —walt a momenti—what are you doing this afternoon?” “Why, I'm going back to the office with Mr, Neergard”— “Nonsense! Oh, Mr, Neergard, would you mind'’—very sweetly—"if Mr, Er- roll did not / ‘Ne office this after- noon?" Neergerd looked at her—almost—a fixed and uncomfortable smirk on his |Tound, red face: “Not at all, Mra, Ruth- |ven, 1f you have anything better for him”. | ‘T have-an allopathto dose of it. | Thank you, Mr. Neergard. Rosamund, we ought to start, you know; Gerald!""— |with quiet significance—good-by, Mr, |Neorgard. Please do not buy up the rest jof Long Island, because we need a naw Kitchen-garden very badly.” Rosamund scarcely nodded his dismis- eal. And the next moment Neergard found himself quite alone, standing with the smirk still stamped on his atiftgned features, his hathrim and gloves crigshed Jin his rigid fingers, | mousy eyes fixed on nothing, as usual, | A wandering head waiter thought they | were fixed on him and sidled up hopeful of favors, but Neergard suddenly snarled in his face and moved toward the door, wiping the perspiration from his nose with the most splendid handkerchiet | ever Alsplayed east of Sixth avenue and west of Third Mrs. Ruthven's motor moved wp from {ts waiting station, Rosamund was | quite ready to enter, when Alixe maid | Cordially: “Where can we drop y. dear? Do let us take you to the change if you are going there"— Now Rosamund had meant~to go x: ‘ his Ittle black | “take your horrid little bo "Yes, 1 did get your note, dut I'm not! wherever they were going, merely de! -- THE YOUNGER SET + cause they evidently wished to be; “What?” he said unessily, alone. The abruptness of the check! “You promised me that you would both irritated and amused her.” hot play again in my house!” “If I knew anybody in the Bronx| “I—I sald, for more than I could af- Td make you take me there,” she said| ford”— vindictively, “but as I don't you may| “No, you safd you would not play? drop me at the Orchtls'—you unctvil/that is what you promised, Gerald.” creatures. Gerald, I know you want) ‘Well, I meant for high stakes; I me, anyway, because you've promised/—well, you don't want to drive me out to adore, honor and obey me. If you'll| altogethar—even from the perfectly come with me now I'll pity double) harmless pleasure of playing for nom dummy with you, Not Well, of all|inal stakes Ingratitudé! Thank you, deat, I per-| “Yes, I do! celve that this is Fifth avenue, and) sywny 7 asked the boy in hurt furthermore that this ramshackle! gurprise, chassis of yours has apparently broken down at the Orchils’ curb. Good-by, Gerald; it never did run smooth, you know. I mean the course of T. L. a8 well as this motor, Try to be a good! boy and keep moving; a rolling stone acquires @ polish, and you are not the moss-growing business, I'm sure.” “Because it 1s dangerous sport, Ger- ald" — “What! To to play for anything, And as |far aa that goes there will be no auch play as you imagine,” | "Yes, there wili-I beg your pardon— | “Rosamund! For goodness’ sake!” s r9 protested Allxe, her gloved hands at|DUt Jack Ruthven said s0”— her ears, “Gerald, isten to me, A bo—e man “Dear! sald Rosamund cheerfully,|l!ke yourself has no business playing | with People whose losses never {nter- And smiled dazzlingly upon Ger-|fere with the ald, then turned up her pretty nose at |business man him, but permitted him to attend her/a game, any to the door, When he returned to Al!xe, and the car was speeding parkward, he began etitea next day, A no right to play such ay, 1 wonder what Mr. | Neergard would say if he knew you’ “Neergard! » he dees know,” “You confessed to him? again, eagerly: “"Y-es; I had to, 1 was obliged to “Jack asked me to come up and, of/ to ask somebody for an advance’— course, I let you know, as I pron Wo weak 16 aes I would. But {t's all right, Mrs. R ge 16 aE nie ven, because Jack sald the kes will not he high this tlme’— eee Ye ae Ee You accepted!" demanded Allxe, in perenoes ie) Gant tue aulek, dliolaxhoes ashamed to. But I Austia “Why, yes-as the stakes are not to and he fired up and lit stayed amount to anything” — “Gerald” September 28; Pipe Trances OF THE fo -- Press Agents { By Clarence L, Cullen. DIHODGOCDOGDOHOOIOHOGHOGOGHOVHOTDHOODDIOOHOGOOOHIOGE Trance No. 12, Wherein the real facts in Mr, Byrle Kellow's sifted out, amazing career are R BYRLE KSLLEW, the distin- guished, — prema- turely gray young actor now playing to capacity tn ‘The Poroh Clumber,” smiled quissically — when asked yesterday | to verity the re-| cently printed story to the ef- fect that hia real name 1s Mike Higgins and that he served several cruises aa second cook on @ British brigantine in the Austral- lan trade. Mr, Kellew sald that, while wae true that he had spent many years of his earlier manhood at sea, the facts in this romantic connection had deen distorted, Four years of his| sea service had been spent, he sald, | as do'sun's mate of the Jolly Roger, CLARENCE.L CUEN commanded by Capt. Kidd, the re- nowned adventurer of the Spanish Main. Mr, Kellew, as chief signal quartermaster of the Blunt and Bones, participated with the celebrated Capt. James Morgan, that other picturesque sea swashbuckler of the Caribbean, in the sacking of Panama, Previous to- that, as @ top sergeant of legionartes | in the army of the late Emperor Titus, | Mr, Kellew, as he modestly informed | our representative, was present at the sacking of Jerusalem, During the reign of the Emperor Vespasian Mr. Kellew, then in the flower of his youthful strength, frequently appeared victoriously ® gladiator at the Cir- cug Maximus in Rome under the nom de arena of Spartacus, achieving such renown in that capacity that a play | was written around his gladiatorial achievements some years later At a Uttle later period Mr, Kellew was chief | of sappers in the main army of Char lemagne, and still later he fought side by side with Richard the Lion-Heart against the Saracens at the battle of Acre. His first sea service was as carpenter's mate of the Pinta, one of the three caravels employed by Colum- bus in the discovery of America, and he was ohief signal officer on board the flagehip of Sir Francis Drake when that doughty Briton dispersed the Spanish Armada. turely ailvered hair, and the several young ladies who happened to be pres- ent at the thme appeared to be greatly impressed with the Corsair-like melan- choly of the famous actor, Trance No, 13. In which Miss Marie Pretzler en- gages in @ unique activity on the water front, MES ra PRETZLER, Typhoonto Tease of Vaude- ville, noted for the sonorous raucousness and carrying power of her yvotca, which hes a muzzle velocity of 87,657 foot tona per second, exhibited the tenderness of her sympathies to en | amused and yet admiring crowd on | Pier B7, North River, yesterday after | noon, Happening to be gathering cop- ra, cochineal and conches along the water front in her automobile, Miss Pretzler came upon a stunty but some what Incoherent longshoreman who was An Agreeably Plump Picture. leaning against an awning pole in front of a house of call inviting all of the oMfcers of the law of Greater New York to come along end have thelr arma bitten off, Miss Pretzler at once {natituted some inquiries and ascer- tained that the sufferer had been out of work for fully a fortnight, owing to his Inability to walk far enough to search for’ employment of the docks, Without the slightest hesitation, there- fore, Miss Pretzler, whose robust, not to aay rambunotlous, physique {s famil- ‘tar to the public, voluntesred to labor | for the afternoon with one of the long- | shoremen's gangs for the benefit of the distressed one. Borrowing a sult of |dungarees from one of the men and | donning {t in the privacy of her auto- He Appeared as a Gladiator. Mr, Kellew gave these facts without reserve yesterday in order to clear away certain misapprehenaions formed In the public mind with reference to his some- what ploturesque career, Mr, Kellew apoke feelingly, too, “My Gawd, If the walrld could but know what muh lite has bean!” he muttered, passionately passing his fingers through his prema- mobile (a covered machine), Miss Pretz- | ler, who presented an agreeably plump | ploture, esyectally to the cargo-loaders who followed after her with thelr | trucks, went to work on Pler B7 with | the gang of rough men, juggfing the | bales and boxes about with @ cotton’ hook as if she had been born to that exacting labor, and vying with the bure Mest of the men in the amount of work accomplished. At the end of the after noon Miss Pretzler had earned the enag Uttle sum of sixty-five cents for the distressed longshoreman whose appears ance had evoked her sympathy, and the latter, whom she found still leaning againat the same ewntng pola was suMectently grateful, when she handed him the wages she had earned for him in her Impulsive, warm-hearted way, to remark that it was “Purty soft.” Quiok- ly resuming her own clothing, Mise Pretzier hastened in her car to the home of her favorite aketch wrtter and commissioned him to write her » long. shoreman's part at once from data which she furnished him. The new sketch will be called “Longshoreman Luke,” and this morning Miss. Pretzler signed up to appear In {t for forty-two weeks at @ rate of compensation which is rellably stated to amount to $94.67 per minute, Fighting “Oh, Gerald! And it simply proves me right.” “No, It doesn't; I dtd go to Neergard and made a clean breast of jt, And ho lot me bave what I wanted Ike a good fellow"*— “And made you premise not to do it again!” "No, he didn't; he only laughed. Be-| stds he eaid that he wished he had been in the game’ "What!" exclaimed Altxe, “He's a first-rate fellow,” insistet Ger | ald, reddening; “and {t was very nice | of you to let me bring him over to-day, * ¢ © And he knows everybody down town, too. He comes from a very old ty hard and do without college, * © ¢ T'd ke {t awfully If you'd let met! you wouldn't mind being ctvil to him— once or twice, you know | Mrs, Ruthven lay back In her seat, | thoroughly annoyed. “My theory," insisted the boy with generous conviction, “is that a man ly rhat he makes ‘himself, about climbers and butter: would anybody be in t body had ever butted In? this aping the caste rules » aristocracies; a decent fellow ous’ be encouraged. An: r going to pose him for th nt and the Proscentum. Why “Tee, And People ta’ to my wecared t not t a clearing-house for avery mo Cqoelad derelict in townlelive.bad-enc t By Robert W. Chambers, Author of ‘The Firing Line’ and “A Chance.” of that; I've endured the accumulates wreckage toe long!-—weird treasure-crest ‘full of stes! and off and coat and wheat and Heaven knows what}-I wor't de Gerald; I'm siok of it al}~slck}—sick! “I will not make @ publlo gambling- hell out of my house!” she repeated, dark eves very bright and cheeks afire; “1 will not continue to stand sponsor for a lot of queer people simply because they don’t care what they lose in Mra, Ruthven's house! You babble to me of Mmits, Gerald; this ts the limit! Do, you—or does anybody supposo that I don’t know what {s being sald about us?—that play ts too high in our house? —that we are not too difficile In our ay for a few cents a| Dutch family, but he had to work pret-|Cholce of Intimates aw fong as they can |stand the paoet” | “II never batteved that,” tneisted the boy, miserable to eee the toars flash in ner eyes and her mowth quiy | “You may aa well believe {t, for it's true!" she waid, exasperated. | “T.trustMrs, Ruthven!” ‘Yes, true Gera'd! I~I don’t care whether you know {t; 1 don’t care, as a9 you stay away. I'm stck of ft all, 1 tell sducated f evaller of ind “M—Mrs. gasped; but s now—and nth 5 ertainty boy's he was receps —_~