The evening world. Newspaper, October 28, 1908, Page 15

mn Alrnold Daly Becomes an Edi'or tn Vardeville. Ce =i] oz GY CRARLES DARNTON. A humor? Not all of tt, to Ue sure, ior much of this Mterary pitot’s work is still eo young that It puts patches the seat of your reading habit nd leads you to turn Joyous somersaults on his pages Kut this is a roundabout w: y of getting to Che Colonel, where Mark (add the § if you like) 4s being introduced to the more or less “continuous by the more or legs continuous Arnold Daly, It must he admitted that Mr. Daly keeps go! Just as he keeps various managers “going some," as they say on the Speedw: Mr, Daly, perhaps, cannot afford to stop after “The Regeneration” and “His i Wife's Pamily.”| And so he has gone aaa. Vaudeville, dragging with him Mark Twain, in the manuscript If not nth 1 and the white flannel tal- rding to the Coloniai's neat «but ot gaudy programme, “Becoming an Editor” is by Mark Twain and Gabriel immory. We know Mark by the volume, but we can't quite place Ga- of Irish in a x’ Timmory s¢ like a wee ©. abs Was first done tn Paris and so we rec abriel to Mark same time t ‘8 no getting from the Irsh in Daly. He talks Twain as he would Shaw unless we are y much mistaken he will k ard Shaw in plays and ‘in- Views" to the e his days, That's why we are at where wain comes in © Colon! Mr, makes M sound a trifle queer, t to say far removed from the humor With al ere to our whited ts Twa the "Chi armer 18 the newspaper Arnold Daly as Sam Brooker. nt Ming to Shaw, and when Hamilton Mott as the Hairy Man, {ie tn Hens aca stupid. ¢ urnilistic succe: must he won along original Ines and not accordir -and-dried policy Of olf foxtes he runs Shaw at the top of the colun to reading matter n of ythin in “*h ing an Ey rr.’ Put the fact that they se enough for “headliner purposes, To sao him trying to mun even eo Fma sas w newspape orth something, for he ts much more up-to Gate than the humor of the sketch, a: you did not hear him tell The Old Sut seriber that s should be 1 from a tree and not picked, and that the Brussels sprout is a bea fish that should be kept ino room when ft fs Patching its, little ones, you might judging by his style and his hig tivated a take him to be t of a society journal. And wh crates, Saph old favor of his ag Ma les, Euriy have still g witural tra! who comes in later t spe amateur editor, seems perfectly in at the concluson that he is not crazy after hearing the unripe journalist explain imselr This is the “humor of Twain warmed over for vaudeville use. To the glory of 1 let it be safd that he akes it "go" and that his Shawesque ftyle of pointing the moral of increas Ciroulation at the end wins for him t in their busi- lay 4d” of applause, And Daly wins noted h en- thusias ss Josephine Brown, He looks. that she can’t resist him, If Clarice Mayne in Her Imitation of Vesta Victoria, really ng with her or funny man who vane taining. you have that you ni h muste hall st 1. But her Miss © has somethir escaped from that ¢ pd a change sh sof the refreshing quality yy tomb they call “the will do you good, She ts prettier and she looks “quaint” {n the crinoline that Amit are of the parlor variety, and her tions’ or two of Miss Clarice Vance falls little short of a nasal at the piano, however, is worth watching Keep your two eyes + Butter 300 Years Old. sgh buried for thr centuries a firkin containing one bundred- £: Weight of butter has b ) dug up in Fallagherane bog, County Tyrone, = Ireland, by The hoops and stay of the firkin, which was 8 collapsed when lifted up, but the butter, of pale feet stite of preserva SP PELES44 POD OHEGDI9IOOOOS A Revelation of New York Society (Copyriznt, wiv vy Rovers W, Chamvers.) anybody stop her? Can't anybody cae her home?" Austin sald sullenly end | AYNOPSIS OF PHEVIOUS INSTALMENTS, | but abl Hhilip ben oth UE ey old New dure distinctly: dus tveued iran te nein vecause | “The thing. for us ¢o do is to get out. iu MiCSeGel ul” berg Tad |* ¢'% Ninwmit you are, ready’ en 0 WMhillun iwuder, Aliae “edit per | "4s J "lovee hin Rutaven te-turiug young! "But—but wha. about Gerald?’ falt- 4-9. Maral ke. howe ered Eileen, turning piteously to Sele ie | Wyn, ner-in-law. Austin | “We can't leave him—the 5 Meait's 9 * bre The man straigiitened up,and turned Weeieny Aube coils at Belwyt Vy eS scone ensues” Her hus | his drawn face toward her, stor Tus and uses thie knowbdge| Do you w: e to ” of dae mowledge|| ou wish me to get him? Foor Neergard. plane a raat 6 ou can't do that, can yout" wie nani chat Selwyn “eigas| + I can, if you wish tt, Do you r ele tea ciety erkae | HUNK there ts anything in the world I nuvurious, selwyn viaite | can't do, if you wish tt?" piace at Silveraide. H He As he rose she laid her hand on his and arm. JI don't ask it’— she began, “You do not have to ask it," he said with a smile almost genuine. “Austin, I'm going to get Gerald—and Nina will explain to you that he's to be left to me if any sermon ta required. I'll go | back with him in the motor boat, Boots sContnued.) | you'll drive home !n my plac A Novice. As he turned, still roiling and self- osse! . > LIXF, unusually flushed, was eon-| hryse™ a mean Pic re. sapialy A ducting herself without restraint; | gay 4 eengard’s snickering laugh ereW “He sald under his breatt more significant and persistent; even you cannot understand.” Rosamund spoke too loudly at moments,| "yest aol ‘Dent go, Philip-dont go nd once she looked around at Nin! »oay hep and Selwyn while her pretty, accent: | “1 must.” Joes laughter, rippling with ite under-| ote you domit you gonh-how ean you tone of malice, became more frequent c-care for me as you say you dot—when i the increasing tumult, 1 ask you not to—when I cannot endure ‘There was no use in making @ pre- yeni tense of further gayety. Austin had! ghe turned eWiftly and stared across begun to scowl again; Nina, with one @t Alixe; and Alixe, unsteady in the shocked glance at Alixe, leaned over | fushed brilliancy of her youthful beau- toward her brothe: ty, half rose if her seat and stared back. 4 lt ‘4s Inoredibie!" she murmured; | Instinctively the young girl's hand must BS perfectly mad to make! tightened on Selwyn's arm: “She~she is aed 4b expibition of Kemet Gan’ "ne Meier) Wed dee bated a admite that that Allxe CHAPTER 1X. t. “Dearest, OF THIS i YELEVER GET out \ LEAVE HOME Again * 7 ee Hii {A a ILL NEVER, No. 2 of “Stung Sithouettes.”” | AD the Hew. blithe evening, for ourselves last ight, the wife and i." observed Strap- hanger No. 8 of the Subway Club, joining his fellow- | bers on the downtown ex- ess. “Did you ‘ ever open a pot CLARENCE LCULLEN with a pair of | Jacks, stand pat, | and then find four other fellows to the| left of you standing pat? | "Yesterday morning, at the office, 1] got a letter from an old matey of mine, | un actor man, who recently produced a >w here that’s a knockout hit. We e clips and together long before he ever dreamed of holding down a Broadway stage as a star. Said in| |his letter that he'd Ike to have the| | spouse and I see him in the new piece, | Inclosed an order for two ‘best seats'—| that’s the way the order was marked in red ink at the top—and added in a postscript that he'd be glad to have us| Arop tn on him at his dressing-room be- | tween the act men wel take-offs : Ever Goto the Theatre on a Pass? Just Listen! | the other side “I phoned up to the wife, and I sup- Pose she began to get ready as soon as I ‘phon Anyhow, when I got home at 4 o'clock in the afternoon she was still combing out her switches on the chiffonier, fixing the hooks and eyes on a waist, nge-sticking her finger- nails and ing ¥ wenerally for get y ‘one of the glad evenings. “We went down to the theatre in a large young aquamarine tax!, both féel- ing pretty chipper and keyed up for an enjoyabie il “You'll have to have this 0, K.'4,' the man in the box office growled at me as if he didn’t like the way my hair was cut or something. “ ‘By whom? I asked him, humbly, “Man on the door,’ he replied, and then I heard the others back of me in the line growling, and I had to fall out of my place tn the line and mooch over to the door, The ticket taker looked at my red-inked order and handed it to a fat person standing on The fat person looked at the order some disdainfully, mum- bled something in his throat, shook his head, pushed his hat back, and finally yanked & pencil from his vest pocket, 0. K.'d the little piece of paper, and thrust it back at me. Already I began to feel lke a lonesome white chip, I hate to have folks hate me the way runt} “THEY CERTA\ Be Gony SL divs THEY, s AND 1S FINALLY RESCUSD By THE Twins. 1) Don ioe at my pair of fairish seats, how. But when I gath- ered up the wife, who wasn't happy over tramping over her, and went in—the | show was already on—the usher peeked at the coupons and stuffed us into the lutely last row. the second act T dug up the “After | quested to be guided to the stage en- cast would be willing to see me. | ‘Have to see the boss,’ sald the head usher. “Who's het! I asked him, | "Man on the door, said the head | usher, and so again 1 went to the fat |mun,'who obviously hated me. I told | him choosing the humblest words I knew, the circumstances—that the star, very old friend, had expressly re- ted that the wife and 1 should in upon lim at his dressing-room be de he chopped at me. jainst the ru Have to see him at his hotel or sumewhere. Nobody ‘lowed on stage.” WWE's wil We came away feeling 7 nobody, The highly important | O:Kvd the Piece of Paper. nan ‘onthe door, whosver he was | meant that we should come away feel- that important fat man on the door) jng like nobody. I'll get @ pleasant | seemed to. rte of ox ution, f my my, wetor “4 r rs | irlend, of cou ’ er, though, |, JOf course I had to get back tnto line | trend. of cour y theatre tickets. f then, When I reached the box omce| [Py ty fel a io important myself | the man inside tossed a couple of cou- | occusionally, a y n't necept pons at me. As he'd just sold the man | favors and feel that way, can you?” y4nd led her from the table, following | Austin, his sister, and Lansing; and she | clung to him almost convulsively when | be halted on the edge of the lawn. I must go back,” he whispered— ‘denrest—dearest—I mus! 'T-to Gerald? Or—lert! | But he only muttered: “They don't | know what they're doing. Let me go, | Eileen” gently detac: i her fingers, | wntep left her hands lying in both of | | hte. | She sald, looking up at him: gbo-1f you go-whatever time you re- turn—no matter what hour—knock at my door, Do you promise? I shall be awake. Do you promise? Yeu," he said with a trace of tmpa. Mence—the only hint of his anger at the! prospect of duty before him, So she went away with Nina and Aus-| Un and Bovts; and Selwyn turned back, | sauntering quietly toward the table | wh already the occupants had appa- j rently forgotten him and the episode in |the riotous gayety Increasing with the | accession of half a dozen more men. | When Selwyn approached Neergard |saw him first, stared at him and snick- | Jered; but he greeted everybody with {smiling composure, nodding to those he knew—a trifle more formally to Mrs. | Ruthyen—and, cootly pulling up » chair, | seated himself beside Gerald, “Bootes has driven home with the others,"’ he gaid in @ low vol I'm go- } ling back in the motor boat with you | Don't worry about Austin, Are you ready?” | The boy had evidently let the wine| alone or else fright had sobered him, for he looked terribly white and tired “Yoo,” he said, "I'l go when you wish ‘It you | a eumeene they’) Geren SOCIO Uke GOs BERNE, SUMAMERMOLeD Win © MehEET Bidering Lhe wv We were wi Goow this, Come on." "One moment, then," nodded Selwyn; “I want to speak to Mrs, Ruthven And quietly turning to Alixe and drop- ping his voice to a tone too low for Neergard to hear~tor he wea plainly attempting to listen: “You are making a mistake; do you understand? Whoever 4s your hostess— | wherever you are staying—find her and &0 there before it $s too jate,"” She Inclined her pretty head thought- fully, ¢ on the wineglass which she was turning round and round be- tween her slender fingers, “What do you mean by ‘too late?’ she asked “Don't you know that everything 1s too late for me now?" “What do you mean, Alixe?” turned, watching her intently. “What I say. I have not seen Jack Ruthyen for two months, Do you iknow what that means? Ihave not heard from him for two months, Do you know what that means? No? Well, I'll teil you, Philip; it means that when I do hear from hit 4t will be through his attorneys. “Dive he re- she said with a reckless |Mttle laugh—“and the end of things for trouble with } me. “On what grounds?’ he demanded Coggedly. "Does he threaten you?" She made no movement or reply, re: clining there, one hand on her wine lass, the smile still curving her lips And he repeated his question in a low, distinct voilce-too low for Neergard to hear; and he was stul ietening “Grounds? Oh, he thinks I've mis- behaved with—never mind who. It ts not true-but he cares nothing about that, either, You see"-—-and she bent -- THE YOUNGER SET = Good night, jous little nod of her pretty head—‘youy night, Captain Selwyn! see, Jack Ruthven ts a Iittle insane.| Gerald. Bo very jolly to have seen you * * * You are wurprised? Pooh! I've again!’ And, under her breath to Bel- suspected it for months.” wyn: “You need not worry; I am going He stared at her; then; “Where ere in a moment. Good-by end—thank you, you stopping?" Phil, It t# good to see somebody of ‘Aboard the Niobrara." one's own caste again.” | “Is Mrs, Fane a guest there, too?” A few moments later, Selwyn and | He spoke loud enough for Rosamund | Gerald in their ollskins, were dashing to hear; and she answered for herself| eastward along the coast {* the ewift- with a smile at him, brimful of malice; est motor boat south of the Narrows, “Delighted to have you come aboand,| The boy seemed deathly tired as they Capt, selwyn. Is that what you are|crossed the dim lawn at Silverside. ‘asking permission to do? \Once, on the veranda steps he stumbled, “Thanks,” he returned dryly, and to and Selwyn's arm sustained him; but Alixe: “If you are ready, Gerald and|the older man forbore to question him, |! will take you over to the Niobrara in and Gerald, Ught Hpped and haggard, the motor bout''——~ |offered no confidence until, at the door “Oh, no, you won't! broke in Neer-|of his bedroom, he turned and laid an |gard with a sneer, ‘You'll mind your unsteady hand on Selwyn's shoulder: “I |own business, my intrusive friend, and | Want to talk with you—to-morrow, May | take care of my guests without your |17" | aasietance.” : “You know you may, Gerald. I am Selwyn appeni not to hear him. |always ready to stand your friend,” “Come on, Gerald,” he said pleasantly. | "I know * * * I must have been "Mrs, Ruthven {# going over to the |crazy to doutt it, You are very good to Niobrara" — ne. I-T am in a very bad fix. I've got | “For God's sake," whispere@ Gerald white as a sheet, “don't force 1 reard, on him an astonished to tell you." “Then we'll get you out of ft, said Selwyn, cheerfully, what friends are for, too,” 1d tele That's low, Selwyn turned |gaze. “Are you afraid of that whelp?”| ‘The boy shivered—looked at the floor, muttered the boy. “I—I'll ex-|then, without raising his eyes, said | plain later. But don't force things now | good-night, and, entering his bedroom, you." loned the door | Mra. Ruthven coolly leaned over and | As Selwyn passed back along the spoke to Gerald In @ low yoice; then to | corriae the door of his sister's room | Selwyn, she said with a smile: “Rosa-| opened, and Austin and Nina confront | mund and 1 are going to Brookmfnster. | et him ay, 90 yOu and Gerald need not| “Has that damfool boy come int" de- © © © And thank you forcoming | manded his brother-in-law, anxtety over, It was rather nice of you's): | iaking his voice tremulous under tts | vem Leave Bim to me closes By T. 0, McGitl|™™=™ereeemenee , in front of me some seats in F, I figured coupons would call for | that long wait tn the lobby with people | p: head usher and, with great modesty, re- | Talks By Gertrud THE BOOKWORM. A PALE, high browed girl, | in a dowdy ress, erry wal, wat in the] vith 8 ued to the pages xt a huge voluine of Buckle's Essaya, We urged her to Join us as we hur- Med by, with camp chairs, bound for the outer deck, but without looking up ahe shook her GERTRUDE BARN ead. Arlotta wouldn't come out; she’s got a book as usual," said Janet, planting her stool near a group of friends by the} railing, 1 thought sh lished, already, "a rend every book pub- sald Floste, watching the prow of the boat out through the! With Girls e Barnum. one wise to what's doing and what's to do, and make us feel like helping do, ity What's your favorite book?” asker Flossie. “Oh, I don't know,” sald Edna, 1 like parts of the Bible, and Tom Paine, and and tue Declaration Mark Twain, of Independence, and labor jour- “What @ mixture!” what a headache | "isn't such a bad mixture. Sonte of old Moses's advice, and the Golden Rule, and something to cheer you up, and something to show what a fight’s been made for freedom, and which peo- | ple are fighting for it, and a few simpte directions for every day use in.your tradi After we had left the others she pur- | sued the subject. cried Tess. “Ob, | “That's funny about books,” sald she. “Most people won't believe anything that’s said unless they know what book it came from, All the great men have foam. to die and have thelr syaings printed ‘Reading maketh ful ” a century afterward before they are quot a * full man” T)taxen for true. And the very worst “So does beer,”* remarked Tess, After the laugh had subsided she added: “Honest, I can't see what good it does Arlotta to know what somebody that's lead sald about somebody else that's jeader, while somebody that's alive gets front seat In the breeze. I'm for seeping track of to-day's time table my- self and watching what's doing in 1908, This speech was popular with every one except my friend Edna, who said, meditatively: “Well, I don’t see what good to-day's ime tables are, unless you're sure you know just where you want to go. And t's sort of sud to see people making the same sort of fools of themselves in 1908 I), that people made of themselves in 1908 B.C. It does seem as though we night Jearn something from dead peo- I don't believe in reading to ge , but T that some books put know thing about great men’s books ts thét it's almost impossible tg prove they’re not always true! Arlotta, for instance, takes them all for Gospel.” Edna sank |tnto dejected silence for a few mo- | ments. But then she added, hopefully: “It's a good sign, though, that these | days most everybody has a laugh at an | old-fashioned bookworm.’ ee The Proper Caper. Scold your wife; If your chop has too much fat, Scold your wite; If you chance to get your sleeve In the butter, do not heave Soft sighs or Ingilence griewe— Scold your wife. —Chicago Record Herald. id the coffee's cold or flat, 1B semi-princesse schoolgirl's dress ‘liustrated is the and adapted both to present among latest needs and to the com- ing autumn. It can be made suitadle for school or afternoon wear, as one material jor another Is and us it ts treated chosen, one way or another, so that it 1s an exceed- ingly serviceable model. In this Nght welght wool material ts trimmed with banding, ain fabrie and were the |yanel and yoke em- broidered case a were a | chosen the dress | Would become far more [elaborate and adapted lt ove | ons of greater dress, The quantity of ma- terfal required for the edium #ize (10 years) | 1s 6 1-4 yards %, 4 yards ® or 8 yards 44 inches wide with 9 8-4 yards of banding. Pattern No, 6006 |g cut In sizes for girls of 6, 8, 10 and 12 years of age. © Author of ‘The Hi Fighting Good night’—submitting to a tender embrace from his sieter—"I suppose Elivon has retired, hasn't she? its an ungodly bour—almost sunrise,” “I don't know whether Eileen is elec,” sald Nina; “she expected a word with you, I understand, But don't sit up--don't let her ait up late, We'll be ® company of dreadful wrecks at breakfast, anywa: And his sister Kently closed the door while he continued on to the end of the corridor and halted before Elieen's room, A light came through the tran- som; he walled # moment, then knocked very softly. Is it you?" ghe asked in @ low voice. ‘Yes, 1 didn't wake you, dia Ir" “No, Is Gerald here?" “Yes, 1) his ewn room. Did you wish to speak to me about anything?” "Yer Seml-Prince: By Robert W. Chambers, Dress—Pattern No. 6096, oe Call or send by mail to THE EVENING WORLD MAY MAN: te TON FASHION BUREAU, No. 183 Hust Twenty-third street, New Obtain York Send 10 cents in coin or stamps for each pattern erdered. These IMPORTANT—Write your name end addrese plaialy, snd al- Patternn, ways specify size wanted iring Line’ and “A Chance.” |fared to say to you, © * © In fact, T jshall probably remain locked up here | for days and days, * * * Besides, what I said 1¥ out of fashton—has no signifi- cance nowadays—or, perhaps, too much. © * * No, I won't uress and come out— even for you, Je Gesi.abille—je Ma tollette de au't, mons.cur—e maintenant m'azenoviler et priere. Dono—bon suir—et bonne multe" And, too Jow for him to bear eyen the faintest breathing w! che voiee—"Good-night. I love you wit all my heart—with all my own fashion.” Chal VRRP Vane Vie a? eae) He had been asleep an hour, per more, when scmething awakene and he found himself sitting bolt right tn bed, his windows. Somebody was knocking, heart—tn ay @awn already whiten). He ewe He beard her coming to the door; st|out of bed, stepped into tie hatti-» iy opened @ very little "Good-night,"’| pers, and, passing swiftly to (he do; whe whispered, stretching toward him |opened it, Gerald stood there, / her hand—"that was all I wanted—io | dressed. to touch you before I closed my ayes! ‘I'm going to town on the cu | to nag train,” began the boy—"E thought | | He bent and looked at the hand ly-| tell you"— jing within hts own—the little hand "Nonsense! Gerald, go back to bed | with tte fresh fragrant palm upturnea| ‘TI can't sleep, Philip and white fingers relaxed, droop-| "Can't sleep? Oh, that's the trouble, is ing ward above it-at the delicate/it? Well, then, sit here and talk t bluish vein in the smooth wrist Ho gave # mighty yawn, “I not Thon he released the hand, untouched | wleepy, either; I can go daye wit) by his Ips; and ‘she withdrew tt and| He ry fortuble air to loked the door; and he heard her laugh|sprawl in * * * daylight alren: softly, and lean against 1, whispering: | poean't the aly anaail) nate Now that I am safely looked In—I}pyy y jug of milk and same grapes merely wieh to say that—in the Old/ ing pewohes im my toe-cupboan, if you daye—a lady's hand was sometimes! reo) iuciined, No? All right: etretoh Kissed, * * * Ob, but you are too late | out, gight for ® thousand yards end fe y poor friend! I can't omy out; aud! gr we t ', wowlde's ML eould—nes atier woes 1! De Be Continued.) bd ’ .