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The Ev ening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, January iu, i909, _ iy |The Million Dollar Kid «818. Tylor)) Meditations i DHOGOOOGOOGOOHOOGOGIGGODOHDODIOIWOGHODIOSS: 8 ” of 4 € OSO @ | ’ ot be a Witt Yo’ WEAH IT'S GREAT To GE WOT WILL YOUR SEE? EVEN AN ENGLISH] | i eke Eleanor Robson Scores DIS coat TODAY Bie WEY ORE Re ate Cee a Married Man. = a Van p ' MASTAH , SUH ? HAS To Bow DOWN FOR ORFAREA>)) cy! Ne in Play Like Sermon. d Beer SR, THIS CE CAND AYA ONE By Clarence L. Cullen, 8 { MORNIN’ SIR z ® BY CHARLES DARNTON. B@RGOTEEO’ DOAATTTETOSOOSD G6 TEN-OLD IDEAS wero afloat in the play at the Lyceum ‘Theatre last Haiti eh F N night. Three doctors in tedious consultation said as much, Mrs, Frances Breloy.s men Hodgson Burnett, in a stage box, looked as though she believed as much may kwell (rs. Burnett wrote the play.) The main {dea was this: If you wanted ‘sumthin’ * Leo | much and “asked” for It very hard you'd get It, We “asked” very, very Ha een hard for a good play, and for the better part of one act fhe Lord—or maybe it was CLARENCE LCUWEN fotks, But sho! Mrs, Burnett propaganda, Unless you were "up" In extremely modern sclences you dida't know whether you Were getting the Christian or New Thought varlety. But you knew you were getting something brand-new to the stage, something that was being baked In the footlights for the first ime, And so at first the play hit you straight between the eyes, Jt got under your thinking cap. The three doctors talked more than they practised, but when they had given up Sir Oliver Holt as a nervous wreck whose britiiant mind was about to go into bankruptey, and the chief specialist prescribed & pocket Bible as the only possible cure, you began to see “The Dawn of a To- morrow” in a fairly clear light. Then across the first glimmer or the “new light feM the long shadow of trag- edy, Sir Oliver, pale and twitching, was going to take his case into his own hands, He had prepared for the worst by getting an old sult of clothes and a revolver, and emed to be on our side, Then the play became suspiciously like can't for the lite | \ of her understand why ho should be adulated, her private | belief boing that he has got the world fooled, | When, upon retiring, a woman re- moves the rats and kidney-puffs and | things and plalts her own little wisp of hair, she fmagines that her husband isn't noticing the stingy size of the| plait, But he's thinking, thinking, all the same, The woman who, when young and ro- mantic, {magines that there's something | “trightfully Interesting about a dissi- | pated divvle of a man, changes her mind} when, after marrying one, she is re-| 1 to hold an {ce bag to his head at} about 4 o'clock In the morning. Yes, Hermione, we are familiar jwith that antique bromidiom about the |{mbecillty of ‘marrying @ man to re- SECOND BUTLER, Too! L TELL You 4 WEALTHY MAN COMPELS RESPECT! YEP! NO ONE CAN LAUGH AT A RICH MAN! ITS A PROUD POSITION, YouR coat, SiR! IF T may say $o IN YouR PRESENCE, IT A RINE DAY, SiR! he was ready to go to the Hast End of London as a tramp and blow out his crumbling Drains. His good old servant—and Mr, Ernest H, Wallace was as ~~} good & servant as 2’ A> crews used to to be to Mr. Mansfle.t ‘1 “Beau Brum- mel""—could do nothing. A dead tramp tells no tales, Sir Oliver ha? decided that he would not dle like a gentleman, ‘There was no escaping (he grim, sure Fulle raveet form him." By the way, do you possess ay a By Seat eet, Lae | anv statistics ag to the relative number layed close to the dead I! ° | of women who az> reformed by mar- yinced you that Sir Oliver was ready co | need you that Sir Oliver was ready | riage? take his own medicing, T’ re wer no eee comtthity eRe. CO maudlin heroles, only a single “My God!" | " , when vootors left hin te his * nothing but “slave to their hus- “My Godt” brought the biblical prescrip» | bands, Still, the same «ld hordes of Alon Ts Was tbe es god sane oats | husbands gulp their cup of coffee, | play. It we raised by one and then an- 5 other in distrees, Hach would say “My | hustle out of the cozy home, grab a |car and beat {t downtown, often to | uncongental jobs, these frosty morn- | (ngs. Wonder why they do? | We know a sly dog of @ fellow who | told his wife that an outrageously flat- | tering photograph of herself, made re cently, didn't half begin to do her jua- tice, Wouldn't you have an adipose op- portunity to make her belleve anything wrong about him now! When a young wife brags that her husband stays home with her every God!" with a gasp, an’ then the thing whatever It nt! ‘+ be—would happen, Mere everyday, w> o-Ing alnners may tell you that only perfectly “natural, commonplace things happen in this grinding old world ¢ vur, but {f you choose to ‘.orlfy the comm-nplace by high-sounding names ther’'s no harm} done, Miss Eleanor Robson, as a gutter! saint called “Glad,” evidently belleved all that Mrs, Burnett preached and she} almost made you believe jt, too, “Glad’’| HE'S A FUNNY, SIGHT! ‘AK IS SORRY Fo! YOU Boy! TAKE DIS QUARTER! LI'L BOY TLURN HAND SPLING, HEE -HEE! THANE To LAUGH ! LAWEY ME! look aT DAT! Eleanor Robson as “Glad did not appear until the frg had lifted, | | vlessed night, the sardonte old lletening tabbies wonder St he works In one of those offices where all hands knock off at about 3 in the afternoon, Why is it that women are so fond of talking about surgical operations, while men hate that subject? She'll spend $285 In a “beauty pare lor’ without a blink, But teil her that you blew yourself to a 40-cent hairgut and a S-cent massage and you'll have some explaining to do, Different kinds of explaining, too. We know a thoughtless wretch who, in an evil moment, permitted a drug, store demonstrator to hand hima sam- ple sachet bag, ‘Which he slapped Into his pocket. Now he has tost his voice ineffectually trying to explain, and the worry pouches under his eyes are somé-- thing orful to see, ‘The husband who, when bis wife asks him for $10, slips her @ §20 note and tella; her to hand him $10 change when he! gets home In the evening, is crazy. ‘The lady pensmiths tell us that It is degrading that a woman should be re- quired to ask her husband for money,; Mebbe so, mebbe so, ‘Tis @ noble view, anyhow, But how many wives of, say, five years’ marital expertence take that!’ lofty view of the matter? Nect to a lovely and stubborn cases of nervous prostration, a woman likes to develop some cunnin,' non-danger-; ous physical ailment that none of her} women friends ever even heard of be. fore. Why ts {t that, when you stand before; the looking glass an extra minute or two, not even seeing your reflection, but doping out some scheme to earn an/ extra dollar or two, your spouse is just. bound to come across with the remark, ‘Why, you big hulking, valh creatar@, you, you've been standing in front of that glass for a solld hour!” Here, fellers, 1s an old, old one that, you've often heard; "Deed I'd Be: wi ing to work my finger-nalls off for @ man that showed that he had the slight est bit of appreciation!” by means of gauze “drops'’ and well-managed lights, on the second scene, Apple, Blossom Court, at the tattered end of london. Street lamps and street noises} struggled through the fog. Then the “atmosphere” began to clear. A atray light| caught the moody, trampish Sir Oliver In the act of looking at his pisto] and medi- tating on thé best way of doing a bad Job. His surroundings were conducive to suicide. If you've ever been there you know that the East End in London has| none of the foyousness of the East Side in New York, You were ready to say good-| by to Bir Oliver. | Then out from under a pile of bags on the corner popped “Glad.” Here was a| “star entrance” to make you blink, for Miss Robson was aflame with a shock of | ted hair that mado Salvation Nell's pale {nto forgetfulness, The spirited power of red halr was again emphasized. You felt there must be something in !t. But, where Mrs, Fiske just stood for the Salvation Army, Hell's Kitchen and Cherry | & Hill, Misd Robson planted a new philosophy in Apple Blossom Court. "Glad," in| ) her sdd rags, had troubles of her own, but she didn’t belleve in suicide. “Think | of sumthin’ else and keep movin’,” she advised Sir Oliver, and she soon had him interested in her and then in the other poor devils about him, There was more of life than theory in this scene, although "Glad had already | started her little cuit, much to the disgust of a hulking thief who objected to hav- ing his wife “ask” for the wrong things, such for example as that he might not succeed In picking pockets that night when there was a beautiful fog in his \ favor, He was of the opinion that {t would be more sensible if “Bet” prayed for & good and steady flow of beer. Mr, Arthur Barry made this worthy crook a “character,” and as his unhappy mate Miss Ada Dwyer seemed to have been born where she stood. * " was the only one whose spirits weren't In a fog. Misa Robson danced about until Sir Oliver felt better. She had the East End et her tongu: nd. The dialect was part of her. The slouch of the slums was in her feet. Her walk was a moving story, It wasn’t merely Mary Ann that you saw, but a character wholly original and strangely appealing, a mixture of walt and witch, “Glad” stood out as the most striking creation of the year. And Miss, Robson's was not an easy task, for she was soon carrying the whole play on her shoulders, | After "Glad's" pal, Dandy, had taken refuge !n her garret, the play was hard up for Incident. Dandy was no more than a fleeting shadow. The police were after him. An old man had been robbed and murdered. Even “Glad” suspected her pal and kept him at arm’s length, for her heart was as clean as her face, Be, hé declared that he had not taken part !n the “Job.” Something had stopped him. Then {t dawned on her that she had “asked” he be kept out of mischief, Bo she put herself in his arms and then put him in a closet. “Give him a chanst— YOU!" was the final prayer she sent up througn the rafters, It rang true—and Dandy got awa: Then “Glad” exerted her power over Sir Oliver's wicked nephew, and through him proved an alibi for Dandy, The nephew was as extravagant as Mr, Aubrey { — Bouctcault's acting of the part. Sir Oliver was won back to life after many 10) Gissertations on the subje t nearest Mrs, Burnett's pen. “Glad made him b | &: (Copyrighted by Life Has Its Little Surprises 7 . By William Winter ane EOPLE who have built their 1 people—cannot be charitable, I'M SO GOMFORTARLE A charity. tempts at charity, When the recipient ceases t of real charity begins. How DaRE you || PULLMY FEA RS | WONDER WHAT KIND OF ABUG THAT WAS 2 ant, having a seven-yard hut-fo: ‘ ter to a wanderer, io though {t {# the moat difMouit of all, John Ruskin, My “Cycle of Readings.” By Count Tolstoy. —~ Translated by Herman Bernstein. ~~ their neighbors —and such 4g the life of all rich N exhibition of diamonds worth tens of millions, arranged by a certain duchess for the beneft of the poor, is an astonishing example of perverted ; the. Portes putishing Comosar. the New (Copyrighted by Herman Bernatela,) The Italicized paragraphs are Count Tolstoy's original comments on the subject. i Charity. life on oppressing JAN. 26. N nothing is the cruelty of the Ufe of the rich so evident as in,their at- ‘0 thank hypocritically and beging to | demand, it is a sign of the beginning of human relations and the possibility HE rich man has fifteen rooms for three people, and yet a beggar will not be allowed to warm himself and pase the night there, The peas- ir seven souls, will willingly give shel- eee , VEN as the first principle of wisdom consists in understanding yourself, al- , #0 the first principle of charity constets: in being content, although this, too, {s diMcult, and only sucha contented and tranquil man ts well equipped and strong enough to be charitable to others. eee UT whoso hath this world’s goods and @eeth his brother have-need and ehyt- “Mave in «to-morrow, | | teth his heart from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him? My ltttle Mr, Bey puss lerd re pierre ae fear a apenre and succeeded in| NET 3 i mS | children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue, but in deed and im conveying this sense of fear. But the author compelled him to play the part on truth, —I, John, tll,, 17-18, ES aLat anal iaih thal (ov8\letorsat?llargslyicel your iesinallen cca parisoa F Ocean Waters, arate Women In sue nUnivetsl ty, Aisi The Oldest Bridge. uth—I, Jobn, tlt, and Dandy and less of the “supper party” would strongthen the 'ON of water from the Atlantic OMAN'S place at the University of Berlin, ys the Tageblatt at E Sublician bridge, at Rome, ‘s | a ‘ Irae inavaratiactithelplay/valeedl (oo) muchivand ie Abally japan i Ocean, when will | “ city, “has already become an {mportant one, although her rights have | the oldest in history, It is made _ % Order that q rich man may be charitable tt 4s first of alt necessary for anDura se east ieees wand wel caw aclenes Mist BUTaall Giorno Into a yleld 8 Ibs. of salt; a ton from) not yet been fully recognized there, According to the latest report, 440 of wood, and was erected in the L him to do what Chriat said to the rich youth. You ehould not serve ‘ ae Wasi plicitiolsay about ltl i ng, but she the Pacific, 79 Ibs.; and a ton from the} women were entered at the largest high school last summer and 153 attended the seventh century. It has been twice re- Mammon and persuade yourself and others that you are serving God, sf = x Dead Sea 187 Ib: | winter session, Degrees were conferred on 12, 10 in medicine and 2 in philosophy.” | built, but fs in ruins at the present day, | , + i e D s i e ne Rubbing in Cold Cream j x rrier do LevessiGeldtantiog & By Rex Beach ; eee e a 1 eC 9 By Margaret H. Ayer. 1 In the Prozen Klondike Author of “The Spoilers.’ 6 u . ‘ OUR friend's method of rubbing in silk thread, which may be gradually ji - va Fast venei ER nS A — + — ~~ ~ a ee a Y the cold cream at night, and|drawn tighter untll the wart dries up (Copyright. 1908, by Harver @ Bros gory if I've hurt you, little girl. I'm &) worse than I thought I was. Oh, why) She was in the clutch of @ hysteriayout into the sunshine with an odd ex-,behind the Indian village, she turned merely dabbing cold water on herjand drops off. If it ts a flat wart you om rough old rooster, an never thougt you ever turn aquaw-man? Why|that made her writh resi: U and her w ‘ace in the morn-| should have it removed by a dermatolo- hold roost a 1 hought | did a y e 0 beneath Gale's pression. ‘It was thoughtless | ay thither, All at once a fear of face in th shoul y olo- GYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. | but what you understood all this. Up{did you ever make me a breed?” \hand, choklng and sobbing, unt!l he| wrong, dead wrong; but I've loved you aceing Meade Burrell came upon her. Ing, agrees with| gist. Applying acids to the face Is Lietit, Burrell, stationed at Flambeau, a|here folks look at it right, but outside! “Look here! What alls you?” sald the loosed her; then she leaned exhausted better than any daughter wes ever She wanted to think this out, to find her so well, prob-|a@ rather risky thing, and {f not done frontier trading post, falle to iove with {t's mighty different; even yet you don’t | trader, against a post and wiped her eyes, fur loved in this wide world, and I’ve work- where she stood, before he had word ably because her/exactly right would certainly leave a Recia. a beautitul el (who basses a8 halt understand.” | “What alts met she mocked. “Why, |tho tears were coming now, jed and starved and froze and saved, and with her, She had been ted to observe akin is of very scar. I never mention names and ad- eer aiate Bia wdiaeh, Burret and | "2M glad I'm what I am!" ele the! I'm neither white nor red; I'm not even| “That's all rot,” he sald, ‘“There's/#0 has Alluna, so that you might hava herself from a strange angle, and must fine texture with|dresses in this column, but would be Necia become engaued. despite the former's |Sitl. ‘There's nothing in my blood to bea decent Indian, I'm a—a—" she shud-/ffty good men in the camp would marry | something to live on when I'm gone, and verify her vision, as It were. As yet sho small pores, and) glad to give you the name of a derma- dread of ashamed of, and I'm white in here!" |dored. “You made me what I am. You| you to-morrow. [be different te It won't be lone coud not fully understand. What if he also because her /tologist who does this successfully, {¢ Doret, Gaie’s young French partn She struck her bosom flercely. “If @ | giant do me the Justice even to marry| “Bah! I mean real men, not miners, now, I guess, I've given you the best p94 changed, now that he was alone, circulation must you send me a stamped and addressed ree Neri Lee, & miner, discovers & rich | man loves me he'll take me, no matter my mother.” jE want to be a lady. 1 don't want to sehodling offany gir! es the river, se and had had time to think? It would be good, (This {Syexatrs and repeat the question, tends the, athe what it means to him. | “Somebody's been saying things about Pui! a hand-sled and wear moccasins 1d have sent you out to @ convent In iii ner it she saw any difference In DEI loi Hair, piste foe he att “Right for you," assented the other you," sald Gale, quietly, taking her by |all my life, and raise children for men, but I couldn't let you 60 60 11 ona ghe knew she would be able 1, Bo) jUlly Rair. Tad nen’ pane “and it I was younger inyself I'd sure (he shoulders, “Who is it? ‘Tell me who| with whiskers. I want to be loved- fF away, I loved you too much for yy i in his eyes Otherwise the} F. M-The t " ! recoqaies, dar have a lot of nice things (0 say to you tt In." I want to be loved! I want to marry that—I couldn't do lt, girl, | I've tried, : pores, would ber! aia a ele eane wee er ruta, 2 1 \i¢ Yd ‘a’ had somebody Ike you I'd 'a’| ‘No, no! It’s not that! Nobody has|a gentleman,” but you're all I've got, and I'm @ selfish sae WebE Muro biel mala) etree come clogged with & sage whioNiet inte ianpekeete Wwornaa’ shall -owp ‘ale |1ot liquor alone, maybe, and amounted | said anything to my face; they're afrald| "Burrell!" said Gale. [Be Tree 1 SEU eRe at cate acu oCmeS the orgmsii{aied| te | aster voll oral exosailve eGaenia Te Syreees, aieine Enia dvataton: rove Neclt |to something, but all I'm good for now |of you, I suppose, but God knows what| “No!” she flared up. “Not him nor! “No no! You're not,” hie daughter near the water-ronty where he had taco would need more cleansing than | /o Oe 0 flere Cimenslls Blt ll Burrell folls the scheme DY HAKIBK OUL is to give advico and draw my pay." they think and say to my back.” anybody in particular, but somebody °f!¢d) impulsively. “You're everything bought build He spoke to her shy apparently finds necessary to give i ened and Wecia’e claim’ in’ his. own namo, Corpora pany 1 J ' that's good and dear, but you've Iived as she was about to pass. tt Gaolutaly the tex. |th® !mproved ctrouiation regulates tho ‘Thomas an old soldier, warns Necia that |i! siid down from the counter where he T'll''— began the trader, but she In-/}ie him, some man with clean finge:- ‘ ‘Aaah a‘ ! Tt depends absolutely on the ae Pnitural alin eat : 0 terrupted him, ” a different life from other men and you) ‘Good morning, Miss. Are you rested ture of the skin, which in Its turn Js UtPUt of natural oll, Too much borax Burrell will be disgraced if he marries ber, hd been sitting. “I'm goin’ to hunt up P | netla,’ i * In the shampoo always has 4 4 Y i | "'ve just begun to realize what I) He found nothing h Tt was mean of from your trip dependent upon the estate of heaith and é belt : bu the Lieutenant and get him to let me fi i sthbla; Tin HOU like | g humorous or gro- he pallet oe ; hat th tment | Cause olliness, and If you use Py claim ang |&™ I'm not respectable, I'm no Ol feeaueninilhantmensireinseia acetic i je put her arms! ghe answered that she was, and would proper circulation, what the treatment | As Birth . off. Mebbe I can stake a ¢ 4 . wen rg - | all put only a pinch in the first other women, and never can be. I'M @ man, for he 1 ‘round his neck and hugged him. “But paye contir on her way, but he must be and whether It {s safe or not (Continued.) sell It.” sah A h realized that she was), e it L nek ' ees water, Liquid green soap |# le IL : he girt's | Suaw—a aqua strung to a pitch of unreason and une I'm very unhappy, dad. stopped her, to apply tha skin food or face FOR ee a namnag: GA tl ; The Awakening. The moment he was gone the BITS) wvoure not orted. |natural excitement, and that she wea/ Don’t you alm to Wil what started ur oie want vou to think that mining °° without cleansing the face rt shampoos tOre (his ) GATT would go worse with him onan [connor snished and she gave Vent! sit @ nice word, isn't It?" (arable weraare this?" he sald, gently, caressing her | “1 dont want vou to think tht ae P way TESu aE SEATS site dah with Capt, Jeferson,"” the corporat |*0: her feelings. | “What's wrong with it? iDauanlent! ak with his great, hard hand af softly asa" : of ust ex entvandunindsout jenrne, Wesnourenein ede ute bel : n ! It's a ile! she cried, aughie: he sald, "I'm mighty | got nothing net you. Your old man ; * two weeks. Otherwi c faid, ‘for he's got more i Fass henieatics “No honest mam can marry me. I'm! sorry this ledge has come to you mother. But she shook her he hasn't wasted any affection . Dean Ce rcceltennmaalrannlaranailt he @f Nm and he comes trom better stock, | gad with her fate she beat the 4 vagabond! The best I can get 18 my and I see {t's my tault, but things are | ¢ Mad SUT AROS ie t can got without him, all Li 9 skin are idorithaveealo vere ss tite JWhy, his family ts ‘way up! They're boards In front of her. “Ile loves 8) beg and board Saige my mother,” different now to what they were when dW to the Mission and marry your) ) 000 f jouble for girls ie 1 cla 1p or ane! renloray gen ll soldiers and they're strong at head. 1 know he does nen she began to wisy God! Wie efered you that?” 1 met Athina waanteethe ma, if you want me to § or a ess p Ho ee sp quarters; they're mighty proud, too, and tremble, and sobbed: "I'm just Ike Gale’, ace wae whiter than hers now, marry sqiars where we came from, and) “That wouldn't do any good,” sald » at}! arial fRea pain MITRE ne they wouldn't stand for his doing such ter girls.” but she disregarded him and abandoned | neither of us ever thought wroat it |she. “We'd better leave things as they at he meant what cream Bronipyye ne SEMAN aearaLntIG) \* ‘Ming, even if he wanted to. But he She was still wrestling with herself herself to the tempest of emotion that) mych, © were happy with each) are.” Then she drew away and smiled he sa s rang t ahha ng an grea sina Ar ° {dn't try; he's got too much sense, When Gale returned, and he started at) swept her along. otiver, and we've deen man and wite,at him bravely from the door, “I'm a| spoke § reover, Stark was 4 Tah 6 time 9 hair roots loves the army too well for that, |the look in her face as she approached, {9 can play with me, but nothing to each ; as truly as tf a priest | Very bad to act this way. S'cuses known ly in the car iF Crlend Of Formula f Ha 1 : fir! He'll go a long ways, that boy lim. ( | 4 when he is gone another one over ti," | He nodded and she went out, but he who did ft t SUpo audi tree fron (he '¢ ' ‘ i ' Te SGeltel alone! | ‘Why did you marry my mother?” | can have me, and then another and n't you marry her when | gazed after her for a long minute, then. friends of por ine Apply toi the rohigeag Rever thought of myself as an In-|she asked. “Why? Why did you do another and another—as long as [ can ? da must have known | sighed. h afl ‘ia Wart on the Chin date or'teiee Tt 8 posie ," sald Necla, dully. "In this coun-| He saw that she was in a rage, and! cook and wash and work. In time my it would mean to me. It was| “Poor little girl!” [he , bid: ; ee ohasesiery Nae taT ideale should it's a -eraén's heart that counts.” |answored, bluntly, ‘I didn’t.” man will beat me, just Iiko any other enough without that.” Necia was in @ restless mood, and, /SHould teat him he Fe i eee ee Cenc elegy | hari ioe) (7 (AAarC aaa ‘hat’s how ft ought to be,” sald the| She shrank at thin “Then why didn't |aquaw, | suppose, but I can't mary; I The old map hesitated, “I'll own I] rpmembering that Alluna and the chit. |Muaht be bese le pecceety art, it 1 E Mey z a ri (To Be y kitting around it a of (a we oral, beartily, “ead tT. @ignty |you? Shame; Shame; That makés me can't be & wife to « deceas man.” was wrong,” be sald, Gnally, staring dae Aud gone derrying oo the slones!