The evening world. Newspaper, October 14, 1908, Page 15

Wednesday, October 14, 1908. “The Golden Butterfly” Soars on the Wings of a Silvery Voice. BY CHARLES DARNTON. W* in the name of De Koven are they making so much noise at the Broni- | way Theatre? To look at “The Golden Butterfly’ in restful print one! Would imagine It to be a ilghtsome, dainty thing, filtting from act to act, @nd whirring a song as It went—or something like that. | But It isn't at all Me that untl you come upon “The Butterfly and the} Clover" {n the middle of the second act. Then your tired ears are refreshed and your eyes delighted by one of the most charming little numbers that ever stole from under Mr. De Koven's Angers to find light and life in the playground over there on the sunny side of the stage. As the music flutters ightly from the violins you feel sure of the composer, and as a sweet, clear voice rises through the prettiest colors in the calclum man's box of tricks you are doubly sure of Miss Grace Van Studdiford. Not that at any time doubt the prima donna who ts there to defend her title with a voice that has no rival along Broadway. For Miss Van Studdl- ford proves herself with her first note. If you told yourself that her charm Ss Nin her voice, you would still be satis- fied. At any rate, the rest of her ts capable, and, after all, mere personal Magnetism could not be expected to off- deadly effect of Harry B. ‘The Evening World Daily Magazine, J j |The Million Dollar Kid 15 A LONESOME STREET BUT A PLEASANT FOR AN EVENING YES SIR! HERE IT 15, MR. ROBBER! “eww w& com! A REGULAR HIGHWAY MAN fy Toss (T, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT! / aa a By R. W. Taylor § HANDS UP, BO! TAKR OFF DAT Diamond ! By John Henry. (Geo. V. Hobart.) BAR BUNCH—Poker players @ divided into two classes the Compantona of the Cold | Feot and the Little Brothers of the Boost. The Companions of the Cold Feet make the most money, but the Little Brothers of the Boost have all the fun— and this would be a pretty tough old world If we couldn't have a bit of fun | with each other, wouldn't It, Bunch? We're living out in the country all the year round now, and once or twice a | week the nelghbors drop In of an e ling and try to drag money away | from us. Uncle George Grant and Aunt Julia from Kansas City are visiting at Un- cle Peter's house acrose the road. | Uncle Gregory 1s the original ouman wor |snte You can't get money out of him with an ax, and cash {n pefore tha b he any DOOD 0000000 U000 0000000000 00000000000 00000000000) Poker Players The Companions of the Cold Feet -and Little Brothers of the Boost nk erplodes We had a little poker party at cur house last Monday niglit, and for sev- eral days after we vought coatly trifles with the money left vy our joving neigh- bors: There was Uncle Gregory and Aunt Julla, George Riggiby and lis wife, Maude, George's rao*her-In-iaw, Mrs. Lorrenz, Peaches and yours respectfully, Uncle Peter and Aunt Martha don't play poker, ao they went out in the other room and played the phonograph. 1 think the phonograph won, because they are both easy. George Riggaby !s a member in good standing of the Little Brothers of the Boost, and he can laugh louder and mean {t when he loses $3 than any man 1 ever met. But George's wife, Maude, takes two aces and a pair of jacka seriously, while her mother, Mrs, Lorreng, is the Annex to the Companions of the Cold | corresponding secretary in the Woman's He came to New York on & visit some) “1 ‘ ‘1 a leserat hee etal ba hrc et Rats Ct She certainly runs Uncle Greg a clese ten-dollar bill. He stayed two weeks and never ie ees peau it comes to getting frappe lchanged anything. t . Uncle Gregory 1s a charter member | Every time Mra, oerenely separated In Zero Lodge of the Companions of |from 60 cents something in her ming the Cold Feet. seems to give way with a crash. Uncle Gregory never sat In a game in| But Uncle Greg and Mrs. Lorreas love his life without being prepared to have | money so much that every time they bet pneumonia in both heels the moment |@ blue check they close their eyes and he was six dollars ahead of the g: pretend {t was @ white one, He plays then close to his app | Any time you see a allver dollar with does, and every time he fills a/all the tail feathers pulled out of the four-flush he feels an awiul drauxot on | eagle it's @ cinch the bird once belonged the floor to Mra. Lorrens and the parting wes @ N i} “He has his feet so weil trained that) bitter one = every time their owne: 6 In a pot| She {s the original Tessie Tightwad. WELL, THAT'S \ |with four blue checks in It they give | ver thine, Le the market an operetta that ts near-Viennese nt om he dorsn’: ONS Guat ee tha 6 Hit tell you that no one hay a “A "Y VALUABLES muEletl fence arow ‘ So if you prefer a safe ground for 5 i Brgument teil him boi e Brondway T GLAS no'ty for Its own good. The orsh the chorus, both good t oem to be haunt isn't good. Brasses blare at You, dnd votees fail upon sour devoted head until it aches. A Ittle less pleas, and all will he better But {n spite of deafening crashes, “The Gollen Butterfly” soars steac ward on the allvery voice of Mise Van Studdiford, To her and to Mr. De belong the honors @ music may not be espoaafly 4 and heaven It won't bt whistied, bu' from the vu of the Tenderloin end jt can well afford to Merits, Whether The Gol will be “popular no one this mach can be sal fa'se prediction—it will 1th noise, Van Staddiford has no oo to be wer! Forget Me.” heard her running not the flute or tripping thr Mr, Walter Ve to forget the ok," to recover from the verbal onslaughts of Mr. Louis rigon, and to rejoice in music a] and good and true. Even the ‘reminiscent’’ charge can't be call old up against Mr. De e best of him, ar. And the ° as new as a pair of ts, unk! 7 HERE'S MY MONEY ul Too! you may You feel, perhaps, tha tel Kover ie making a despe AS WELL ~ TAKE keep up with wir Grate Van Studdiford as Ima. t Indiseroet, | HE kimoao | that is made |and body portton in one ts one of the newest and prettl- lest that have ap- peared; le quently alto | variety, with tne | minimum of costes | well as effort. Tno | DOOAONOTDONDE. e By Clarence Cullen, Author of “Tales of Ex-Tanks.” material {lustraced is one of the pretty new figured cotton crepes trimmed with bands of wash ress Agents sore wrest Soe ay © gill, but those that “The G: No. 22 s joxical tem-|agents to chaperon the more or less tumble fight which she had with the ere available for ae he oe Ae re of M sram sin perils and peevish American steers that are|bucko second mate, wherein she “put! Kimonos are al:nost vinous super the Recent Absence of Miss }"" ye had often heard and shipped on the hoof to Great Britain on him away,” as she archly terms it, after | without lmit. Ort of work and hi t n Her AC walling hardsn:ps endured by ar cattle steamers devised for this forty minutes of desperate fighting. | ental crepe and Orl- the best of too, J men, human derelicts for thet Miss Snitehie determined, some Miss Snitchie was thrown into the ship's | ental ailk are al- you hear, The Fi he dees oa onsaned by sipping time a to ascertain for herself bY! fair but she declares that she | ways charming, but throat of Miss Al se organ i first-hand experience if these accounts 1 It one} the inexpenstve printed wash fab- rics are always ob- tainable and alwa: pretty and can be | trimmed with any | contrasting bands, | while later the model will be |found @ good one | for cashmere, alba- tones fre like those we used to hear fe Me." Migs Hills t real dash of @ Mirs Ge: doesn were true = 8 Adele Snitchic was effectually ised In a natty suit of boy's cloth- | How t her mass of golden-chestaut hatr | being skilfully tucked beneath her col- boy's Foft hat with its vart-hued on. She swung hiv cane jaunti!y as | e tripped into the cattle shipping ak looking office. The rough agent was completely fooled, naturally enough, by the cleverness of tof the Louis Harrison as Baron Von Affen- is taken by koff. the lofty Walter Percival as Franz. Van Studdiford voice, manages to suge £ gest some of (ue humor of the role, bnt the scene in the green room Is sad) in character, M. Vorook should get busy and pot ELARENCELCULLEN "a past fortntaht her disguise, and when she told him| Sans, rem flannel Mr. Harriton may be an obstacle to ita- inevere ihat she was p Yorkshire fanmhand | eae mainte AQ gently but f y led from lis’ reason.” The “r has to do with stranded in this country and destrous | : Na iy eis faverite position Ané to save his early gray hairs an agreeable if unique idiosynerasy to of returning to Englind, he, never im-| material quire’ for the 16-year Kiz0 fs 6 yards 24, 32 or es’ Kimono—Pattern No, 6102. 44 inches wide, with 1 yard of silk for bands for long kimono; 8 yards 2%, 8 or 4 from turning snoy his voice off the aco agining her to be other than she repre- | sent self to be, promptly added her t. De Koven should persuade Mr. H. There are other “comedians” who # ison to ke em part of Mr. the indulgc who is ¢ Emith’s plot to kill joy, but they are comparatively Inoffensive, nds as par0 lat § pete ° sere £0) inches wide for the short kimono. —— Oo essed the mutgoing cal | 0 a is | Miss Snito: r two weeks Mi itchie declare orm No, 6102 is cut in sizes for girls of 14 and 16 years of age. The New Ruler of Morocco. Ree RTL Er verucch on avonaeiin ULAI HAFID, the newly egciaimed Sultan of Morocco, is half-brother to | Sie “#4 not make the yovaxe as a pas- N Abd-el-Antz, the legitimate ruler. He {s about thirty years old, a year or | SeRSer OM the cute steamer, but un glorious time as a “deep-sea beef shap-| This is the way you divide the Ittle Ri ‘ Hai "| ehick pictured in yesterday's Evening Call or send by mail to THE EVENING WORLD MAY MANe ron,” as she quaintly expresses It, al: | World 'go. ae to put him back In he i Ma though, for steady v ing, she would | shell. 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When they re sy ed. ing, were, for the cat] ivete, that the most enjoyable feature | ay iy Ayer is ‘atterns ways specity size want @ stzlctly orthodox Mohanimedan, ibs It ts pi ne th ioe ng oddi She “Put I.Im Away.” Be ry, tne ate a ine rough-and len Aled kegesher' rou aye: ® ipectest ak SOURWE Ae 2 i She “Put I.Im Away: 5 LA Revel 2 evelation of mar Sempron New York Sociery ~- THIEL YOUNGER SECT qm sseciie snes? Weprright, 1907, wy Rooert W. Chambers.) | the subtler fascination of life brooding |and the salt wind winnowed the ruddy at the sea battered wharf jutting into and the sea-wind rose, again filling her |ringa, asleep under its ancient gab |happinevs is progress, my poor | tive small boy with pole and sinker and Sempre |1n shadow, appeals most keenly to those | glory of her hair, and fr Hal fanelalithaaasionin ny { with th 1 era cataelthallilascontatandiepraadingiineanimatni| caer ales Pee ae ACR BRLE RL SER ORE erxoré: "ABVIOUS Eur. ‘ hair, and from the tangle|the Bay of Shoals, “Once since I was |ears with the ceaseless m: p-roofs i Bath, y o Ph Be nary Ci Pat few. Yoru | WNO Can study And renect, then dismiss |of tender blossoming green things 4 | boy." he repeated, “but I came alone, | surf. | Utrecht, Canarsie, Gravese 4 warp Mt-| «rut my harmless happir foes the) tout mig nt aren a, Ae for * mad taverns man a fly-rod, they knew him not, seeing the wildfowl spli nothing splashes now except beer and bathing rabole, If progress Is ha Ing but (RMs#—Where 1s mine? Gone with t hing but |; 1 7 race met nef se aS Ba | all and return again to the brightness | perfume mounted, saturating her senses|'The transports landed at that wharf| After a while he picked up his roa,|tle more than cross Bie Ving Silvis gy SentuepinN fe | Of existence which has not yet for them |as she breathed it deeper in the happl-jafter the Spanish War, ‘The hospital |and sat erect and crows-legged as she | reaming In the sun; und that vile and wens Aine ott sacretiy ovee aime | been tarnished ness of desire fulfilled and content quite}camp was yonder. My brother died|sat, and filcked the fies, absently,|Molse-cursed island beyond the Nar otal uring y ‘if Gerald Erroll to | He had never before, even by slight-| absolute. | across the grass, aiming at wind. |Fows was a stretch of unpolluted beau- big est {mplication, referred to his own ex-| «Arter fallltiaheleaisuahatinione is | She lifted her clear eyes to his. He | blown butterfiles. ty In an untainted M rlew a the wild duvk! Per/ence with ite, She was not per! there than this? Earth and sea ai! sky | WAS staring at the outline of the Hither] “all these changes!” he exclaimed, | malian eer an 4 Dani: bal 1s no progress. Quod erat, ety Sarin thas hp did fo ne, and sun, and a friend to » | Woods fringing the ochre tinted heights. | with a aweep of the rod-butt toward | PAYPErFY and a binze of wild Howers, nae eo tree- to, * * © Because, I wrote you, the | here was no companion like him,” | Widgeon Bay, ‘When 1 was here as y 4 But your happiness in such things less hilis—a riotous tangle of grasses | friend is quite necessary in the scheme jhe said; “there js no one to take his |g boy there were no fine estates, no| {ne Sif! beside him—"why, J have seen | way an exception or Was there much chance for casting efore ny Al vi — | ” h fla gs je settie In eepshead | ond wii Aowers—looning out to sek lof thiygs—to round out the symmetry | place, Still, time helps~in a measure." | great houses, no country clubs, no iby. SACLE TI Ea me over | “Exceptions prove anything!" eorarats med wilderness See ee ray te iad # rod: and lof i all. * * * I suppose you're dying | But he looked out across the sea with | game preserves—only @ few fishermen's DS COr ir eRe HE hb RtS but—no, they uon't, elther! Ante you od he idly switched the gayly |to dangle those files in Brier Water toa grief forever new hovels along the Bay of shor ‘and |i ana (Eset a Ww rv you can tafk when you! ‘s15 iahened ana rosied In his line unifl colored fies backward and forward. ee whether th . ; ; s ‘ lof st! ‘Think of what this was but a d) He laughes My tastes,” he enid, still smiling. \evail thence ate ni tout there. | She; too, had been helped by time: | Frigate Light yonder. * * © Thenl raw years ago, and think of what|"¥ to. °° * As for me, I'm g inches of the gossamer leader { finerBiel, AIAPHES | acting me to the ganiahiy wan ing, {Wall there are; Au , stocked It yoors|yhe was very young when the distant | Austin built Silverside out of a much | progress’ has done to lay it waste! |dewn to the Irie, Water to look RMU EP AL SSRN : \ ide | ago, and he never fishes, 80 1) doudt |ang fable TERY, , 5 ‘ogres fal Natal taka erate net aie TEL , 6 fo the Austi country) of this planet.” And, to tease her and {it's full of fish. * * * What. j+ that | tid fabled seas took father and mother, | simpley, grand-paternal bungalow; then | what will it be (o-morrow it, If there ar trout there f single silyer-bodied fly, nd t was not entirely their memory, |came Sanxon Orclil and erected Hith- nough to bite at those gaudy-fea wind. arouse her to combat: “I prefer a far- we oving along the edge Oh—oh! she protested, laughing at HBOR = andole to ® nocturne; I'd rather have a Golden Marae na , aut mare the wistful lack of ability to | erwood House on the foundations of bis | ,, an ait ’ en were that kind [070d hooks I'l sel you ; There 1s a Ii pool hidden under CHAPTER VIII. inting th j remember that left her so hopelessly | maternal greut-grandfather's cabin not aul mn going with you MOTION |e ea tote tat ania anne eainetin pelnting than an etching; Mr. Whistler | 4 mink," he looking, ty} > of a Jeremiah |to his feet, She smilingly tgnored his (Contintisd.) bores me with his monochromate mud; | she meated herself crovacles inal and then the others came; the Mint ‘ivi ft am il ase) golprogresa in teen eee M4) Hoke the rod under—this way’ I don't Mke dull colors, dull aay alt cropsegged ©) Sharper his sorrow, but there was the | ters built gorse Bookminster—you | - hands amd sprang erect un Hali!” ax a heavy splash sounded Silverside. oF Sounds, dull | ni-top to watch the mink at her Vai prostrate , In soft-coal smok intellecth; and anything called ‘ed ar- | a on comfort of recollection in it, and she|can just muke out their big summer HE SEPT from’ depts’ unape and the? veel NTO this magic borderiand, dimmer! rangement’ on canvas, or anything sue But the tithe furry ture ked at him and for an instant envled | palace—that white spot beyond Surf |!" nolse med ecyt , a cold, de eamed as he struck. for moonit slimpses in ghostly con-| Caiieg “human document’ or ‘an age | tok, t2 the watery dived, anid va "| him is Keener grief. ‘Then leaning a] Point!—and then the Lawns came and |MAE and cutting and ploughing and f p and down, under banks and over ‘trgat to the shadow shape of wood | preciatton’ in iterature, or anything | {0d {he M'Red her atention to tle toward him where he reclined, the }hul't Southlawn; and, beyond, the Sio- | Mmuvedalilzing & heayenty | witerniis, syring po allows rushed the invisible fish; and and Wiads, Halen conducted Selwyn: | ipreciovg’ in art, or any author who) te* ; ys welght of bis body propped up on one} witha people arrived on scout, lane Wloar erase Peat rab tte t silverside wyn could do nothing for a while but and. choy heard the whi of painted) weaves’ instead of writes his stories | gore une, cant Hishthouse f m, she laid her hand across his hand {hungry and rich; and the tiny hamiet | MCh He was suilling at hls oer We | Cound aw sles of bull-/tet him go when he insisted, and check wood ducks passing in obscurity, nd) ai) (hece irritate me ri Pees TPS i CARS half buried in the grass. of Wyosrett grew rapidly §nto tho | hemence. Dit mile tue brigr and wild rose, under arches of and re when the fish permitted the hymn of the four winds off Wonder | are: bore me to the fe ae ake rege egal "It's only another te between us,""|town it now is. Truly this tsland with |More eh . weed and and clusiered thickets) | 4 spray of green mint between Head; and they heard the herons, noisy | thesia myn ij pearly froe polid tn 1 she sald~"the memory of your |its hundred miles of length has be-| She liked him so; she always « of mint, her vivid lips, watched the performanco im their heronry, and a young fox yap-| “He switched his trout files defiantly, love, uv bath of the year. A little | and mine, * * # Will you tell melcome but a formal gurden of the | and disputed when he be declama | strange little with growing Interest; but when at Ping on & moon-struck di hopeful of an indignant retort fiom |oan bathe in that cove to the voi) ,Sbeut him | wealthy. Alas! I knew ft as a stretch | (rss though usually, In he thread edged length a big, fat, struggling speckled But Belwyn cared more her; but she only laughed and glanced|the Bay of Shoals. You it | And leaning there, eyes on the sea,|of woods, dunes, and old-time villages | *sreed with him then emerz trout was cautiously but suecessfully and ‘the Infinite Dive above, and thelat him, and shook her pretty head you?—there, lying tucked between aNd her smooth, young hand covering | where life had slumbered for two hun- | “Oh-oh! she protested slieking her ovco sore | i out into she araateshe luraad hee vast cloud forms plléd up in ai ‘There's just enough truth In what| Wonder Head and the Hither Woods; Ms he told her of the youth who had| dyed years! andi your phil vies hal mee \ n, had ee atiits lice Adan a amemitideciaae splendor behind a pee of amethyst. you say to make @ dispute quite profit- | but I forgot! Of course you've been died there the first flush of man-| He fell silent, but she nodded him to | Pactionaries ¢ H 4 Shell Pond, In burt had an outs | parted this lide Unde ‘Phe darker, vasuer phases of beau-| joss. Besides, 1 don't fee! like single | hore before; and you know all this, hood and achteyement go on. bieh never can be fu AS date the Wound w mile east of Wear | from 8 Atal i . ty,” he sel to Bileen, amiling, “attract | combat; I'm too glad to have you here." |don't you?” | Hie voice, steady and grave, came to! “Brooklyn was a quiet tree-shaded i i ann | der Head epee PER ARE RI ANE DAS and fascinate those. young In.experience.| Standing there—fairly awimming—in| ‘Yes,’ he said quietly, “my brother her through hushed intervals when the | town,” he continued thoughtfully, “un- |! Kyrdy and yt any wit v's care fort ate okt ae ae ie always better appreciated |the delicious upper-air currents, she |and I came here as boys. | noise of the surf died out as the wind| vexed by dreams of traffic; Flatbusli, |pcunted on a woode hostile designs upon its fi nigens, | Pa a 8 Wie Fendered wy thoes whe have | looked aerese the rol “Have you not been here since? veered seaward, And she listened, eid Dutch vill buried in the/You say that the Iwiand of his delight) Austin ot t never did. Belted king- | 0, ae you qu 4 The apotemy sf cadnesy moose, the ounlight dreached c He turned and looked Gowa heart intent, untih he spoke no mori bloom of lilec, locust and sy-'t# ‘veer All fuiliment of Aarmiee# gone, berowh wink and perhaps » fuse! (To Be Contiaued.a