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bis —_ ——e The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturday. JERSE OI GIO GIO IGICIGI ICR HOR RII ROR CRI RRR HHI SIE GHG AH ROME ME: 0 AEE Eu ’ Frances Starr Says the “Actress’ ¥ * * By Chante: Darnton. the Stuyvesant Theatre. No hurdy-gurdy music goes with this, It is a plain, boarding-house giatement, and you get It at the end of “The Haslest Way.” Never mind about Laura Mur dock. She has gone to Rector’s. Not so Miss Starr. She sits in her last-act dress and recalls the time when her regular mid- night supper consisted of a single course of crackers and milk, The milk bottle happens to fall into the conversation and you catch It eagerly. “When I open the window and take In the milk bottle it seems like old t!mes,” she tells you, laughingly. ‘You see, I've lived in a boarding-house.” Your mental map unrolls itself and then curls into an interrogation polnt. “Yes, a New York boarding-house,” she answers. “But It wasn't quite 60 bad as the one in the play,” she adds, putting ‘quite’ In {tallcs for you. At the same time you learn it was a boarding-house with a bottle of milk on the slde—or the window ledge. “It was when I was in the Murray Hill Stock Company,” she explains. | “T got fifteen dollars a week—some weeks. To be more exact I got fifteen dollars every other week, which made it seven-and-a-half {n the long run, for in the long run of the stock season I would average one part in two weeks. All this leads to the milk bottle, It’s really very simple. Do you know Laura Crewes? We Hvyed together In the boarding-house, and after the theatre we would bring in the bottle of milk out of the night alr and Laura and her mother and I would have the best and jolliest supper of crackers and milk that the market afforded. Sometimes we would have to count the crackers, but we were happy and healthy, and go one cracker more or less didn’t matter, We were so interested dn our work that we didn’t bother about trifles.” Doesn't Gare for Luxuries, You at once find an excuse In your mind for Mr. Eugene Walter. If ho| had known Miss Frances Starr before! You walt for an account:of this last he wrote “The Easlest Way," weak “accldent." You haven't heard the Laura Murdock might have grown| news, and !t seems to call for a “special strong on crackers qnd milk extra.” Miss Starr's musing smile keeps ‘I have never cared for you a moment longe: had suddenly decided to produce—and there I was In ‘The Rose of the Rancho!’ Now, by another accident, I ar in ‘The Easiest Way.'” luxuries Miss Starr {s saying while your) thoughts go trailing after Laure. “or| HOW She Met Laura. course, I like pretty things, but T can! “yoy gee," she finally confides, “1 be happy without them. But Laura! was to appear in another playa this ‘ean't. She has been spoiled by luxury. Bhe {s like @ pretty kitten that wants to be stroked and have @ blue ribbon tled about its neck and @ little bell) that tinkles pleasantly Not that Miss Starr considers Laura! @ reflection on the “profession.” Heaven fand Belasco forbid! She has you In ‘he corner of her eye as she explains: “Laura isn't really an actress after all, you know. She is merely a girl ‘who likes to be called an ‘actre: And when it comes to the easiest way with that sort of girl she might just as well be « stenographer, or a milliner, or & manicure, In the play she hap-| me, He was very mysterious, He sat to be an ‘actre! T don't belleve | down, raised his finger as though about as B mane oe fataense aft Sielone ad then meray looked at me. 1 ‘e you looking at me so fre sete seat OL Thor en|yvectreaseelleriiealiy.t I asked. ‘What's the mat- in e ears that I can fecl/ ter?’ ‘Please stand up,’ he said. Won- nly the greatest admiration for them.” | dering whether he was afraid I had By this time Miss Starr seems to con- | shrunk, I stood up. He carefully meas- elder It safe to let you out of the corner ured me with his eye, then turned to bf her eye. Mr, Dean and sald: ‘Yes, she'll do. Ability Plus Luck. She's just the woman for the part.’ “Pm afratd,” she admits, ‘that |The" 1 understood. All my months of Know very little about Broadway, and | hard york had been for nothing. He bo my knowledge of so-called ‘actresses’ | WA# S0lng to put me in another play. may be limited. But I do know that |! Couldn't say anything. I just ran merit counts on the stage, The actress ‘M0 another room and cried and sobbed who succeeds must satisfy her audi- (OF two hours. And what do you fences, To get along she must have |masine the Belasco girls sald wien Bbility—and a little luck. I belleve in| ‘ey heard about tt? Yuck, Without {t an actress may never | YOU haven't: the faintest Idea, Bet a chance to prove that she has |%CUr curtosity Is marking time, ability. You know, there are any num-| “They said too much opera wasn’t der of talented people on the stage who |£00 for me-that it got on my nerves hever get an opportunity to show what |Md made me hysterical, And I had they can do. They grow old waiting for |¢4td one opera! Incidentally, that’ @ chance, That's the tragedy of It ail, |@l! I had a chance to hear, The ne Bome, perhaps, lack intelligent direc. |PIaY Was sent to me the next day, |season. Nearly my whole summer at Lake George was given up to work on my part in the othe play. In fact, I stayed there until the mid- dle of November studying with all my might. I had everything settled in my mind, even to the dresses I should wear, when Mr. Belasco sent ‘The opera season had opened to give myself up to weeks of music, To prepare for this treat I pol- {shed up my French, and on Saturday | afternoon of that week I went to a performance of ‘Tosca.’ That night Mr. Belasco, with Mr. Dean, came to see but tion. They work hard, but in the wrong | 44 I Immediately settled down to work once more ‘The But my enthusiosm over Easiest Way' made me forget hing else. I Iked my new par: thet anibeclaee h better than the one I had slgirt i earned that my sorrow turned to Joy. iy (0 tla surage | 7 the story of my last accident.” The other play ts buried in her smile way. Worst of all, luck ne comes their way. I've had wonderful luck.” She looks a Bome one, then fing on her dress as as Next words are er eny accident in rance man “E believe in accidents, Everything| B¥t It may be resurrected when has came to me by accident. Just by | Pasiest Way" has run tts course aceldent Mr. Belasco saw me in ‘Gal | Ber “Fellow: Feeling,” Jops’ and gave me a place in Mr. War- field's company. Then another accident replies Miss Starr, . keeping happened and Mr. Belasco wanted a|guard on her words, “the heroine of young woman for a new play that be that play !s not at all like Laura Mur- HAT bottle of milk and Miss Frances Starr meet as old friends | | | | people may never speak of ‘a Frances Starr part,’ nor any ‘star part’ for that matter, so far as I am concerned, I like to appear tn a play that gives ev- erybody a c'tance to score, This fellow- be selfish at the Monday performances of a stock company, when everybody {s fishing for a line and praying for help | from any quarter.” You begin to feel sorry for Li According to her story, she, too, w “stock” actress. But {t may be seough to remember that site's an a ar, — USTRALIA, which {s twenty-six A times larger than the whole of | ton emaller than that of London, dock tidenitvearaleneipiay/eoliene | as {t ls human—and different. I hope | feeling may be the result of my stock | company training. It 1s Impossible to | the British Isles, has a popula | “He sat down and merely looked at me. Nok © t She Plays Might as Well Be a Stenographer or Manicure JE HORE BBB | oe * % KC PLA OO E was quite dazed by "Good night," Good night,” sarcastically added, she answere: excuse." “that I am sorry man who would even hesitate to take a bunch of mistletoe for her beatty he presently sald. 1 coldly to find that ou are Then he woke up.—Cleveland Plain Dealer, . friend. eG G to the North Pole |s “Well,” answered the Arctic of the average pleasure trip. Everybody '—Washington Star. . to get home.” GT HOPE you were a good little if any stories,” sald his mother. Only the one you put me up “Why, what do you mean, “When she asked me !f I'd like thank you; I've had enough.” ‘No, no pleasure trip,” explorer, ee boy to, ma,” child?" “And T only want to sa. the to have a second piece Harper By Lilian Bell. LAVERY has not been entirely abol- | S ised in the United | white slayes In plenty who cannot | be rescned by any Federal or State laws relative to peonage. We even know these slaves, you and I, yet pos- sibly we do not such until we know thelr home Ife Then we know that these slaves, all big, strong men, are the slaves of ttle, round, soft, pink-and- ayia” \ nota thelr husbands white women, thelr wives, who assumed helple: ates, Thereare! | spectacle of the abject slavery to which reduce a who bullles his clerks and swears at lis office boy, recognize them as| ness which c ms to wrl es men who are Its vic ight, and women who are compelled to observe It, to go out and hit something. But before you get too irritated at the a small fluffy woman three-hundred-pound man, can stop and think how she does It and why, and you will soon calm down, She weeps if he crosses her, if he scolds her; she ntdoa thing for herself; she runs him tnto debt, flatters ond his means and keeps him her stave by making him fs the whole thing and that him into a way of life belleve he | she couldn't live without him, pretends sickness !f he reproves her, plays dead | beco: Some men are estimation that wives, is so easy to snatel inevitatl true of him are often men of not but even the hurrying to get heme, temptation to pluck him in pas Is, many ong men ar nd-natu A Few Good Timely Laughs. replied her young hopeful of cake, I sa a erlme not to utilize so supreme In thelr own | own only thelr waytaring woma cannot resist the NB, a perquisite an annua auld sort of young sald the sympathetle ‘it reminds me somewhat fs so anxious to start and so glad while at your aunt's and didn't tell ny it by an tribute to what he KNOWS Is of the so-called nerely ed brow hhey 1 sublime egotism that a six-hundred-pound woman could faint in the arms of one such, and he would half kill himself trying to carry her alla him his touch | ferent f ne becaus So that, far from being an object of] So don't be too hard on the pir unive 1 pity, the husband who is a| while tyrants of this world. \ slave is often the most gullible creature | not half as bad as they are paintec with a va itis a in existence, 99000004 (Copyright, 1968, by Harper & Broa) SENOPSIS OF PRE EDING CHAPTERS. ut, Burrell, stationed ot Flambeau, a trading post, falls in & beautiful girl «who ot Joln Gale, the post tri fe Tndian equal, Burrell and Yecla ia become ennaned, deeplte the formers | ‘A halt-breed, — Poleon | me one—the poorest. “You ought to have your ears boxed," he laughed at her. “I don't see why, very poor, for all 1 know.” “Loam,” he declared, “but not poor your French abate ach enough to take payment fora favor.” there | "Well, then, if they are really mine fc tht ut three | Ne ‘eit ale, eb nee to do with as I please, I'l! sell one to you""— ‘accompanied by ‘two professional nen”? named Stark and Runnion. Gala Siar gas a man who tong neo) Thanks. { couldn't avail myself of| lana, tothe mere anid by” outwis the offer,” he sald, with mock hauteur, js friends, arran, hat no Wy ve p Ung ath ath intone Meal atino| “Tf you were @ business nin. Instead of a fighting person you would listen mes to my proposition before you declined | ¥} caine pis his own On {t. I'l make wwe price right a>’ you Tey ete nt the ait! op may pay ime when we get beliind yon- the three ‘rich ctaim }., Burrell folls the ‘ plat der clump of bushes. She pouted her lips invitingly, but he declared whe was eT y CHAPTER VIII. &@ minor and ag such her bargain would (Continued.) hot hold Just how this was to be consummated he had not determined os yet, nor did he Ike to set about Its solution, It hurt him so to think of losing her, However, she was very young, only a child, and in {Ime would come to count him but a | memory, no doubt; while as for him— | Well, {t would be hard to forget her, but he could and would. The Xnife. | GET COULDN'T thank you before all | I those people—they would have read our secret—but you know how I feel, don’t you, Meade?” “Why! It was a simple thing’ — "Tt was splendid when you defied them My, what a fierce you ard! Oh, boy! (What if something should happen to| that this was the only honest course, you over this and his reasoning convinced him; the “But there's no chance, It's all dono, | #ll of a sudden, the pressure of her and you'll have your fine drosses and, W2rm lips came upon him and the re- (be able to hold your nose Just as high|membrance upset every premise and ‘as you want.” | process of his logic, Nevertheless, he “Whatever I get I will owe to you,| Was honest in his stubborn determina- I-I've been thinking. §) ppose—well, ton to conclude the affair, and finally suppose you keep two of those claims;| dectded to tet me siow him the way, they pre reure tO Le irony She seemed to be very happy, her "Why, Necia!’ he exclaimed. mood being in mardcd contrast to that ‘They're yours, and I have no right!of ¥ ‘eo. and the trader, both of whom go them under the law. Of course ub dw fallen slleat and gloomy, and in The Barrier & would be very handsome of you to oie tlion the hours wrought You—you--may ba oer tne no motive, He reasoned glibly | The latter had tacitly treachery toward Sta inleht, but bey sknowledged his k on the previous ond that he would not go, explana- excuse of tlon, choosing to stand In the es jfriend as an Intended murderer, withstanding which Polcon let the iter drop—for was not his |man? Had t dred ways? vy, & secret must elther |dle—there ts no fal vr it—and |thie one had lived with Gale for Afteen years, until {t had made an old man of [him It welghed him down until the Jdesire to be rid on’ it almost became overpowering at times; but his cautlon was ingrained and powerful, and so tt was that he resisted the temptation to confide in his partner, although the ef- fort left him tlre. and tnert. The only one to whom he could talk was Ale luna—she understood, and though she might not help, the sound of his own voice at least always afforded him some relief As to Poleon, him thus and sor heavy he hurts and mat- good hun- fend a ne not been tried in a | grow or ow ouge f no one had ever erin all his life of dream known a part until now, for If at times had wept like a girl it was at the f others, He had loved a bit led much, with equal mis- fort and the next day had for- gott He had lived tne free, clean Ife of a man who wins joyously or goes an down with deflance tn Nts throat, but this venomour thing that Runnion had plan in him had seeped cireu- lated through his being until every fibre was penetrated with a bitter poison, |Most of his troubles could he grappled jwith bare hands, but here was’ oni Againet Wait iorce would not avall, D not- | no change, ;hence'he was unhappy. es of his. ' seen | ieee iiieinn ¢ Love and Gold Hunting la the Frozea Klondike Fla suflicien ye party reached da his men for find to place was depopu owing: rk and wn his the in pif a woman makes a fool ¢ in bondage by an/| not to subvert, and a concelt which it other women to see, $99SOHOO9O000 Ae » but a fie es this m tsa nife ldn't driv fy By Rex. Cy) Author of ''The Spoilers. @O0999O09 94009051 1 PO DDOHOH HOO O00 OHO 4:04 VWOOHEY stra the it home."" We a line of men could be seen at slowly up the valleys. b God! Gale interrupted th iale found Alluna in charge of the hotly, °L tr f work, a stere, ho opportunity 5 It won't do. | murdere alone with her irred Thos dot the ey afte , woman, quict To kill your ener two Little sto 1 wel th them weartly, Then he t The only light in the room ws better than ahewet ' votion Mein cert ' stand, aid it 40 that I wa d, I dit the like before." i t dered at the memor So ne “Sorry that you failed, for you w nev have as good a hance What was th matter wit! ur I have seen you hit a knothole from the hip. “The man ts charmed,” declared Gale e people,” st t a gunshot will not injure f \ man lke that amons » fatlyy’s enem against steel “Your old man knifed hifi, eh? She nodded. Ugh!" the man shivered, en he ma taring Into t thin that a finge |One should hold the eight will bury wrist firmly tl! often told ntle and so dif om that of most men. 06 man'syofter tt i of “I couldn't ' plercea through the coat, thar ls a Still Doing Business. ATAN smiled serenely, Ss" H eq the visitor, “this is Lent, a period of sackeloth and | fasting and repentance.” Vell" sald the Old Hoy, “KI admtt! that there Is a slight shrinkage In the number of arriving guests, but I'll make up for that easily as soon as the | summer resorts open up.” Beside recording to the “Tain now appealing to a new class who otherwise are godly and beyond my wiles. Lots of editors are falling} from grace after reading weather poems, the open car brings out the| end-seat hog’ who causes curses, the heer causes men's footsteps to on the straight and narrow path, spring bonnets cause husbands to forget their Christianity and the n who runs up against an ade of cold storagaweggs al: goes down on my books! Big, Strong Men Slaves in Pink and White Felts y until you find out what she has to bear from him, stand his soclety for more than fifteen minutes at a time without fying a sig- nal of distress. 1 have known quite a number of white slaves in my time, but T never recklessly denounce the litte pink-apd-white slave until TE have had dinner with a few times and eye discovered proyocation hen Lsometimes wonder at the wife's leniency drivers them tl Boarding- Hoses Moye A FIRIKIN, containing one wel, of butter, w 10+ ily dug up by a farmer tn Fallagherane bog, County Tyrone, Ire- land. Although it had lafn buried there for three centuries the butter—of pale yellow color—was in a perfect state of 00300 : > at the flesh takes ft easily, The glancing, glinting Ught fash ng from y thing seemed to faset- nate man, for he held it a long While silently. Then he spoke. For fifteen years I've be man, with a soul like garret peopled na haunted lark and dismal with bats and varmints that fap and flutter all the time. 1 to tigger th itl Hed this man Ti kill that memory too, and those flit- tng, nolseloss things would leave but th thought of doing it ifraid every time me, made me fo Tran aways which ou can't outfoot a all the while that memory—and I k we'd meet sooner or later Now that the fs here at last, I'm not ready for ft Vd like to rin away again ff 1393 seen them aroone | e retreated ims 3 st the Cirele nd ther i) further land to go \ I've prayed and A 1 meeting, and yet—I'm slipped the knite |e Aboard inside the bosom of his shirt To Be Continued) noted that he and January 23, Lucifer went on hopefully, | Pittsourg Dispatch, | and before you think what | an awful bore It must be to have to} 1909. THE WI 1T00000000000000000000C By Helen Rowland. rT) ELL me," demanded the T Widow j;laintively, as she glanced toward a smart) young man and a peroxide who sat sipping red wine at adjoining table In the “bohemian” cafe, “why do nice men marry chorus girls and artist's models and—and things like that?” “T don't’ know,’ responded Bachelor sadly ‘It's as hard to fathom as-as why they marry at all.” The Widow snapped a bread-stick spltefully. “Just look at poor Jack Van Tassel," she continued, ignoring tho thrust, “tled for life to that-work of In. pink chiffon! and she regarded the perox blonde \scornfully "And yet.’ sighed the Bache! thoughtfully, “he had a good hom “And plenty of money," agreed the Widow, “And a laundry that sewed on but- tons and d 1 his socks’— "And a Japanese man who could cook better than a mother’ a valet who kept his clothes and told him all the latest i he wanted of that girl's} ‘ socioty—or py that was good | for him!" ¢ lod the Widow, “And now he'l mother-In nda Harlem housekeeping fat, and quarrels and and bills, It Is diftcult to e days nim at all in th ments and moe veo why men marry of bac provements" lor ape Says a Man Marries “Just Because, But a Woman, Only for Good Reasons. blonde) an| the} FDOODOODDODDDOOOGHODOGHHOOHHOSTTSHODOSGSOOHODSODOOO DOW : @) (9) e) 0) cf @) of 100.000.0000 0000000000 aed woman for any particular reason, but— ‘just because.’ Not because he wants her, but because some other man wants her. Not because he's In love, but be- cause he's {n a sentimental mood, or @ } good humor, or @ svrape, or wants to escape some other girl— “Or because he's in trouble," added the Bachelor, “and wants sympathy, “Or because he's In luck," scoffed the Widow, “and wants to celebrate.” “Or because he can’t think of anything Jelse nmusing to do at the moment.” | “Or because she ‘happened to be thefe’ | | | The Ice in the Widow's Eye Melted, jat the time," finished the Widow, “He | takes a wife exactly as he takes a cock- | tail-and then invents the reason after- \Wward, When the notion seizes him he | merely puts out his hand and grabs any “And plenty of nice, kissable girls,’ |slass or any girl that happens to be put in the Bache | near.” “But if they a going to marry," | “Moral,” quoth the Bachelor alrily, w on the Widow, with dign hy | “always manage to be near’— | don't they marry wives instead of—of q woman," interrupted the Widow | playthings? Why don't they show some | § p alias metriesy for) sped) Intelligence and reason in selecting a for love, or companionship, helpmate, Instead of just picking up the y ‘s “Or a good income,” broke In the st bauble that happens to attract thelr A ee Sat Rachelor; “or for spite, or for fear of It Jack merely wanted amuse- | “He Grabs Any Girl That's Near.” ment or a pastime, why anybody?" did he marry “Oh, Well,” responded the Bachelor, cheerfully, “perhaps he coulda't~could- n't get out of it, you know," “What? lobster fork “Or perhaps he was lones¢ the Bachelor senthmentally The Widow shrugged “Or Intoxicated," purs The Widow dropped ome," sighed uulders, Bache- her | being an old matd, or he selects a husband because he te worthy, or good, or rich,” pursued the Widow determinedly. “Or because she happens to be able to get him," |nterpolated the Bachelor, “But a man never knows why he wants a particular girl any more than a small boy knows why he likes to kill frogs or play hooky or eat things that won't agree with him," finished the Widow, desperately, “Maybe that’s the reason! exclaimed the Bachelor with sudden inspiration, “What?, “The reason why we marry chorus girls and artist's models and widows— |and—and things Ike that," explained the | Bachelor, “Is because we OUGHTN'T TO, you know, For Instance, I oughtn't to marry you"'— “Why not, Mr, Travers?” demanded the Widow with an indignant start. | “Because I've got a good home," sighed the Bachelor, “and a good laun- dress and a valet that sews on buttons |-and you wouldn't agree with me, and I see all of you that {s good for me—but. —but I WANT to," he added, plains tively, The tee In the Widow’ “L wonder why: eye melted, he murmured softly, | “Oh, for different —reasons—every ‘oventig,” responded the — Bachelor, “Sometimes I'm lonesome, and some- I'm foolish, and sometimes ['m ed) rave vith you, beauty,” amended the helor hastily, “Rut'I'm not any of © things to-night.” i!" ‘The Widow dropped her spoon nsternation J want to marry you worse lor, “or only afrald somebody else might marry her tf he didn’t or'*— ateivhat for?” stammered the “That's ju exclaimed the Widow | well—just beca and tho dramatically, "A man never marries a tabbed an olive thoughtfully (Copyrighted (Copy Spiritual MAY perfects himself spiritna reason grows sounder and Happy is the A calmer, this perfection and sees his happiness in it. pat de: and the distance, sees 1 at efore himself g man who conseiousty aids My “Cycle of Readings.” } By Count Tolstoy. ~~ Translated by Herman Bernstein.~~ by the Pres hing Company, a1, 1008.) Herttian Dernstela.) the right “d The itdicized paragraphs are Count Tolstoy's original comn nents on the subject. e Life. lly in so far as his his passions grow JAN. t iano eds whose rewa having su s for a youth, is glimmerin, vague y. When the glorious exploits and the rainbow-colored distance are extine kulshed the force that strove toward so extinguished, But before a Christtar a yo! this distance is eve: gs for the bat his vie f, always ilumina aroused, insteac m on inore th This ts the reason wh © grows e| at and st ko © for 4s What to com reveals before him his new shortcom- start a new struggle. That is why all his 1 of growing dormant or weak. And his an the most ambitious man i spurred on Christian goes forward ver wiser, appears to us that real work 8 le that is done over something ex ternal; to produce,*to collect something-—-property, a house, cattle, fruits—and that it ts not tmportant to u over one's soul, and yet all other work, except the work over one's soul, is trivial ET errors and wrong methods er teaches a bet- | ter lesson than the r i e of the most im-+ por neans of self-educat UARD your heart from cares t with anuthing that does not concern self and to succeed on the road it are fol Jo not meddle ign to you better try t to perfectten. I CeU UOC enn ueed p our spiritual tr QO" lives constit HE situation of the man who, » 18 conscious only of his advances in life the weaker life not realizing the of mankind coa- seomplistied b; George Eliot en as the t deed growth of his spiritual animal life, is terrible. The further he becomes that which he regards as Me life, and then it disappears and there 4e nothing to take its place.