The evening world. Newspaper, November 13, 1908, Page 21

| “The Vampire Cat’” of Old Japan on German Ground. BY CHARLES DARNTON. HEY added to the galety of nations in the neighborhood of Madison avenue and Fifty-ninth street last night by giving a Japanese play at the new German Theatre. Wu Ting Fang and his numerous secretaries were there with their hair in a braid to show there was no hostility between official China nd artistic Japan, and to help along the general good feeling they looked pleas- | nt through the two German plays between which ‘The Vampire Cat” was sand- | iched. | A long silence that followed the first part of the bill, “Die Sittliche Forderung, a8 finally broken by a young man with an overflow of hair who solemnly ex- | through some mistake the name of the orchestra leader had been | rogramme. His apology was accepted, and then the gentleman, yhose name had been duly announced, raised his baton over an orchestra big hough for grand opera purposes. Omtnous/muste arose and with It the sound of woman's voice telling what was going to happen. The words that came from hind the curtain were English, with neither a German nor Japanese accent, but when the scene was disclosed the actors spoke in pantomime The time was “The Hour of the Bird a thousand moons ago,” and the nolse- less play Was “founded on one of the oldest and most revered dramas of the East." Well, tt was like this A Jap there was at a German show (Byen as you and I!) I In a rag and a bead and a flower or 80, And what to call her no German could know But the programme it called her fair Fuji-Ko. (Even as you and 1!) On, the hour we spent and the power | we spent And the work of that German band Were all for a Jap who couldn't speak Dew And did not understand. An ress she was and the cat she played (Byen as you and I!) A horrible, vampirish, murderous matd | Who danced for her lover and made us afr-r-raid By sucking his Ife-blood as Burne- Jones portrayed (No, NOT as you and 1!) The Cat. yh, the change she made from a cat to a maid ‘And the kittenish way she fanned Won applause for know De (Bhe knew how to act thoug know Deutsch) And did not unde e lady who didn’t This Vampire (Even as you Dida Salome 4 (Of course it seem have stood)t Then she sneaked to avoid being caught with the goods (Even as you and 1!) came outof the wo and I!) eas well as she could* d tame after all we dance and ft wasn't That 1 t smile weary, {f bland "Twas the mixture of tongues—and we never knew why They used German Japanese—Wh We never will understand and English and *Poetic murder. t8econd offense. Mme. Fu-ji Ko as the Vampi The Umpire Was an Old Friend of ae 4 HAT gentleman who is to umpire the game to-day is an old friend of I mine,” said the mild mannered baseball fan to his neighbor us they sat leaning 1 in the grand stand, their eagerness over the com- s contest enhanced by the stentorlan commana “Play ball!" { ‘He's one of the syuavest and finest of men. Yes, sir, he's as nics a fel--—| watch the graceful ‘titude of our first batter! He's got his eye with him day, too, for see how he ‘ets this first bad one go- What did the umpire M that? ‘A strike,” replied his neighbor. | Now, what do you think of that? Ball went a mile wide of the plate! ell, umpires will make mistakes. I've seen''— At this juncture a crack rent the alr and the bal! sailed on a line toward e left field fence. he mild mannered man was on his feet in a jiffy. ‘Oh, what a swat! Run, run like the dickens! Go on and mak ok at that cuss go, will you! Go on; keep a-going. Don't stop. hat's that?’ “The umpire cased tt a foul!’ “A foul? He's crazy. , Mister Umpire, put on your glasses jood gad, man, you're the limit! Throw him out! pire! You're rotten! Rotten! Rottent” And in his disgust the mild mannered fan slapped his uerby hat down on the Bowemian, | orwa st a home Make It A foul! Go lay down somewhere, A Revelation of New York Society Copyright, 490%, by Robert W. Chambers.) wutd, “that I'd rather like to lave a HRY ard to the Orehil affair.” NOPHIS OF PREVIOUS INSTALMENTS. There 1# no use in speaking to| wyn has left the army because George,’ she replied regretfully, shak- justly divorced him ting her heud, 1 Ruthven, a cotillon, leader, Re- | 76 e urping to New York, Philip falls in love Try 1t!" returned Neergard with the hint of @ snarl; and he took his leave, eaten tro ward of his’ brother-1 rard; Elteon loves VHP. EME land his hat from the man in waiting, ts involved in debt and in| who looked after him with the slightest aco (uy Hutiven and by twitehing of his shaven upper lp. For debt. Allxe becom the lifting of an eyebrow in the drawing rooms becomes warrant for a tip that Bis. mpensitures Nae, up All runs very swiftly below stairs uid the Latter pursue sven | Neergard remem 1 ld. And fe js old Ife fevotes himself to /of making an enemy out of what he had Hip calle Ja Uitte niece | known only ax a frlendly fool | seine Dileen returns, But it was a detail, after all—merely , hin. ant be) q slight error in assuming too early an rogance he could hay Hler Way. nen WAIN ho felt the check of some} see Ruthven, A pla thing Intangible but real; and the Ruthven indieatiy ught hem it us well w his own wishes Vanity in him, tHeked on the raw, }pernups outlining his polley concerning 4 out at my his close-sat , the f house of Neergard—might @ Por a m le measured ter Well be delivered now as later the edge of her skint den| Ho that afternoon he took # hansor alently at Broad and Wall street and roiled wight yemind your husband,” he | amootily uptown, not seriously cou- * her « «he Evening omar ~ om! The Jollys’ Bull Pup #2 «© ws # « «w Daily Magazine, World Friday, By F. G. Long A Flightof Fancy « « « .« « | | By T. 0. McGill * NOW COMETLL . CVE -- THE YOUNGER SET -- cerned, but willing to have a brief un-| Neergard sat down; Ruthven gazed) guidly, that it was impossible; but~ erstand, now, once for all, just ex derstanding with Ruthven on one or out of the window, then, soft thumbs want it," insisted the other dogged what I’ve outlined for myself—so two subjects, hooked in his sash, turned leisurely in| ‘I can't be of any service to you !n you can steer clear of the territory I As his cab drove up to the intricate- | !mpudent Interrogation, this instance,” operate in.’ He clasped his blunt fin ly ornamental ttle house of gray stone| ‘What {s the matter with you?" asked | “Oh, yes, I think you can. I (ell you gers and Jeaned forward, projecting his a big touring Mmousine wheeled out | Neergard, for the subtle something he I want that card, Do you understand whole body, thick legs curled under from the curb, and he caught sight of | had been encountering all day had sud- | plain speech?” {1 looked past £ | unc | ct but his close-set eyes s' Sanxon Orchifl and Phoentx Mottly in-|denly seemed to wall him out of all he "Ya-as,"" drawled Ruthven, seating Ruthven side, evidently Just leaving Ruthven, | had conquered, forcing him back into himself a trifle weartly among his cvish Tiencaa aeilitiaeanulne dita taslat His smiling and very cordial bow waa | the simpler sordid territory where ways jons; “but yours 18 so—ah—very plain~ onut T can get along without It. And returned coolly by Orehtl, and appar- and modes of speech were more familiar quite elemental, you know, You as what | ita ani lata tinteeeating ently not observed at all by Mottly. He| to him—where the spontaneous crudity for a bid to the Orehiis’s I tell you Oreniy sn Pres STAT st? sat a second in his cab, motionless, the | of expression belonged among the husks quite seriously I can't secure one [or ayrstand. 1 don't care a curse about of all he had supposed discarded for- you.’ the Er and It evar, ' eyou'd better think it » sald | count right now any “Really,” observed Ruthypn, staring | Neergard menacingly married man to bother at the seated man, “I scarcely under- | Awfully sorry some Dakota decree fr obsequious smile still stencilled on his flushed face; then the flush darkened; he got out of his cab and, bidding the man walt, rang at the house of Ruth- ven. stand your remark. | “You mean you won't womar e's driven into an a Adinitted, it was a long while before| "Well, you'll understand it, perhaps, Ah—quite so 5 he Was asked to mount the carved | when I ehoose to explain it,” sald Neer-| Neergard’s thin nore ¢ white and Ruthven eaten ite 4 stalrway of stone. And when he did, : there's some trouble son) mulous Pee er ee HEY Va ' on every step, hand on the bronge rail, ©. What is it? What'y the matt Why? athe rig he had the same curious sense of occult | with Orehil, and that hatchet-faced bea: | “You instar? in 1 el depre ' ereny $ resistance to his physleal progress; the |gle-pup, Mottly? It there anything the | cation, think that man will tr obtain & same inutinet of a new element arising matter, Jack” >) ¥en, Ttnelet, Why can't » aT Ce ay w into the scheme of things the proper Nothing important,” sald Ruthven | won't you?’ ’ tes of which he felt a sudden flerce de- | with an intonation which troubled Neer Well, if you really inaler, the je of my knowledg e sire to fest and comprehend. |ward. "Did you come here tomah—ask don't want you, Noorgard hn monk how ‘ + uthyen in a lounging sult of ilae | anything of m ry glad to do any- | “Who--why- how A silk, mated In with flexible stlyer, stood | thing, I'm sure, know that ¢ don't? Ist r ® ‘ With his back to the door as Neergard| “Are yout Well, then, I want # card | petty aplte of that young Was annot | and even after he was |to the Orohile Or'and he almost looked at Ruthye Ineo 1 t nounced Ruthven took his time to| Ruthven raised his brows slightly, and | “is this some chiliish whim of hae bous . t turn and stare and nod with @ deliber- | Neergard waited, then repeated hie de | Ol, really now alo newlivence that accented the | mand, You, really now." sneered Neergard, Yeah , sache affront. ® Mutbven began explain, rather tem | “you'a better tell me. And you'd better remal my fre 4 November 13, : Discontent May Indicate : : First Steps of Progress : By John K. Le Baron. TSCONTENT," 66 man or a nath Wilde, “is the first step In the progress of If Copernicus had never doubted he would never have Discontent drove the Pilgrims from Leyden The hope of bettering their condition led them to brave the perils of ar nknown wilderness took the restless soul of a Putnam to unlock the golden treasury of th¢ Middle W The world owes much to the discontented. Biographical iconoclasm has painted portraits of many 1 ve heretofore hd only pictures en asa flesh and blood Washington in place of We n of whom wi Tt has ¢ mis's plascer It has made Jefferson seem real by making him human Even the negative man who only destroys makes a way for th man to achieve his ends What Carlyle calls “the everlasting no” ts better than the eternal “yes. The man who always agrees with every one furnishes no Ideas, and ideas are the starting points of progress: The American colonists were Iconoclasts, They tore down what was that they might build something better. Had Stephenson seen no need of anything better than the ox team he would never have invented the locomotive. Had Walker believed in the theory of letting well enough alone we might frill be using the cumbersome tinder box His iconoclasm furnished the Inspiration for the invention of the frietion match The man who has not deen contented with what was is the man who has done things Contentment fosters indotenc was an fconoclast Had he followed old paths the musical wo glory of a Tannhauser.” Wagner's feonoclasm aroused th tives; but, as Whipple has said, the next.” The author of “Parsifal’ opened the gates to a new musical era, and all because he did not believe in the retrogressive theory of letting well enough positive d would never have known the open opposition of the musical conserva- ‘we persecute in one age what we adopt !n alone Davy discovered annesthetics He challenged the canons of materla medica. y were those who opposed the adoption of his discovery, because they said pain was ordained by God. hat wasn’t very long ago—only about a century. 0 matter what our condition it can always be bettered. But it never has been bettered by the man who believed {t was good enough. ‘The man who doubts is the man who questions. Investigation 1s the power that sets the wheels in motion. Phe Chirstian religion ts founded in tconoclasm—the shattering of old tdels, and the birth of a better nope. The spirit of unrest leads to achievement. i Turner painted his way to fame by violating existing rules. His work was !conoclastic; his brush was inspired with new Ideas. He dared to be original Procedent 1s a barrier. Iconoclasm blazes the way May Manton’s Daily Fashions. | HE many I gored = walk- ing skirt Is a favorite of the sea- son, and this one, with buttons down one side of the front, makes one of the very latest and best liked models, It sults broadcloth, serge and cheviot, velvet and velveteen, n- deed, all sulting materials, and all those that are used for separate skirts. 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Chambers, Author of ‘‘Vhe Firing Line” and “A Fighting Chance.” {up in his chair, chin sunk on hin chest served Ruthven blandly, “I've talked hought it just a* well to mentior {t all over with Orehil and Mottly"’ it,” said Ruthven blandly, “as they'y You-what!" gasped Neergard seen fit to take advantage of the-ah- “Talked about it," repeated Ruthven, | OPportunity—under legal advice, You'lt hard face gulleless, and raising his eye-| hear from the secretary, I fancy— brows—a dreadful caricature of youth in| Mottly, you know. * © ¢ Is there any- the misleading smoothness of the mi-| thing more, Neergard?” nutely shaven face; "I told Orehtl wh Neergard scarcely heard him, He had 4 me to listened, mechanically, when told in as Not treachery, only temptation,” ob: you persuad many words that he had been read out "You~you damned’ r n testea | of the witha Club; he understood NOL-AL Bll, Nob ak 2 protested | nat he stood alone, discarded, dis Ruthven, languldly settling himself on bak Da Bi ans, diapered dies : say vir A we . ealthy men implacably hostile to him . rs vinnie ‘Wout it was not that which occupied him * hing or other, th nderstand : doa ' as face to face with the new @le- Wantaard) who he ) v e had known ing 1 subtle c tance to himsel A 4 and his nality, all that he repre: y t ht 4, st ig fed tor, king dire ut hin hadled, stand fa Fa Ung . ee # Rut a i rutt on Was Oy. es ett : n leas. lr ‘ oP. / ' been per # a inte hy i a v mistaken . . t as he endar 4 the 1e'"~or ® key asto—such a@ Bull To E ed)