The evening world. Newspaper, February 2, 1909, Page 13

“The Third Degree” Becomes Rather Wearing After the First Act. ‘BY CHARLES DARNTON SMUCH as the police are always alter somebody, it seems only fale tha somebody should get after the police for a et, ike. ‘The playwright who this service for helpless, vind mankind has everything in his favor, for he starts with the audience on his side, We may be without erime, but we fer there are possibilities of crim. sy, throwing « Ueket speculator into the street, or throttling ihe istic individual who yells “Speech!"\-and so we come to regard the police @s our common enemy. If the truth were known, we are’all law-abiding anarchists, who onls prute the pollee as a necessary evil Mr. Charles Klein probably realized all (his when he wrote “Phe ‘Third De- Bree” a play that called the pollee on the carpet at the Hudson Theatre last Night, Our chief complaint against hin ts that be let ‘em off too ensity. He began like a good yellow playwright, but, as was the case in “The Lion and th Mouse," he tald down the muck-rake instead of the law before de got vers far After getting his bearings he wrote all a y instead of poundir Might throug Mr for example, t have Ird Degree’ 1 (0 be a p best scones left out. So fara drama wae concerned, that ended with the frst act Once again Mr, Klein was eagerly up rrted the banner of the dramatists who write of re all git talking about prison reform, tlan Selence, ypnotism, or 6 ethods. It was intere Would happen when Howard » @ successful young a ised into the studio of Robert Under- wood, an art dealer ont sof § ide, and tried to borrow money of he situation was im ting by the alcoholic acting of My e Eddinger as the young weak Ming, Jeffries. He drank as one to the hottle born, For once the ‘cur seemed a blessing. Mr, Bddinger became maudlin. Humor, eynical true, was in the bottom of his glass @ hard hick story of young Jeffries s toll without tears, While at Yale ie had married a waitress, When at Yale do not marry a waitress) Her fatl Je peonitari ‘Be of a f Helen Ware as Annie Jeffries. fa Grace Filkins Mrs. Howard keeper, hed died in jail. His father had a Jeffries. it him off with a word, Poor Jeffr ] could do nothing but drink, He w failure ar ave: hing else. Times were hard with him. His able-bodied @ had threater to go tov k, and he couldn't bear the thought of it any longer. | The art dealer owed him $2 Je hadn't come to ask for that, No, ha would | like “a couple of thousand.” Underwood laughed Ils last laugh, and Jeffries went to sleep on the lounge t off the pr nderwo. ; to a note from his old sweetheart s hour of financial ruin and social disgrace. jutatjon than saving fils life, Klein's constitutions! Inability to} t saving her r ing and Mr } draw a “re. ymbined to make this Interview more tiresome than tragic, though Mr Byrne succeeded in convincing you that Underwood meant what he said, You felt entirely out of tt, however, when the curtain fell In dark- ness and a siiot was heard. The shot sounded as though {t were none of your It Isn't an easy thing to poke your !magination through a curtain. Mr. Klein woke up to his possibilities again fn the second scene, with the y, nerve-wracked Jeffries in the seventh hour of “‘the *hird degree.’ A Police captain, played with brutal strength by Mr. Ralph Delmore, hammered away at the helpless ind finally, by flashing a revolver under the lamp, led Jeffries into a “confession, the hypnotized boy repeating word by word the F74h of the shooting. It was a hard bit of work well done, and undér Mr, Delmore'’s siedgeliammer blows Mr. Eddinger went to pleces like an artist, Here Mr, Klein showed t tion of the audience thdt tn the beautiful philosophy of “the t! suspected man {s gullty until he ts proved {nyocent Mies Hlolen Ware's acting kept a human pulse beating in the play. The scene in which the saloonkeeper’s daughter pleaded with her father-in-law to fight for lls boy's life offered good dramatic contrast that might have been stronger if Mr. John Flood had suggested in manner or speech the obstinate, self-righteous 4 2 2 head of an aristocratic family. Ile suggested nothing more than a weak anob, and at times he made the character ridi After the first act “The Third Degree’ became rather wearing. It was on Miss Ware that the whole burden of the play fell. Occasionally her sobs got the better of her artistic judgment, but for the greater part of the time she acted the} low-born loyal wifa with a simple, straightforward appeal that brought more than one handkerchief into use, As the "grea titutional lawyer" who took the eriminal case as a result of Annie's doggel persistence, Mr, Edmund Breese seemed almost painfull vare of the fact was playing a big part in the proceedings, and It cannot be sald that he played It remarkably well, His testy manner did not fit into the sc { things, and his evident desire to (Moral: | poor but honest saloon. ! \66 HAT {3 this?” inquired the ® strange conductor—"'Atlan- aca Pere oe i * 1@ | Panhandle Pete Bimmer i ais ‘OOKS fe But PLL TAKE NO CHANCE Wid DAT MUTT) uFT HIM UP IN DE AIR, THEN — | | By Lindsay Denison. tic avenue or West Farms? Not that it matters," he added, with an) irritating smile, “but to make con- versatio! “K In gebridge,”” replied the strange conductor shortly, “All out!” “Insist on’ {t?"" asked the Subway Bun plaintively. “Get out and pay another fare (f you) want to go back,” growled the con-| ductor. “Step lively! The Subway Bun's feelings were hurt. He strode from the car, "This road can't treat {ts regular customers Ike he muttered, with gloomy tis- “First thing they know I'll Then maybe they'll learo ‘em. quit something! He drew a chain of Subway tickets with some matches and a cigarette, A great idea flashed through his mind. He lighted the cigarette and carefully put back the from his pocket, 9900404-006006060069000000-6-190400566000804000400000 004 @ By Rex Beach, 4 Author of “The soellena ; esorves to be ¢ ‘ nal. tickets and the remaining matches. He Young Jeffries got out of his troubles and Into a Harlem flat wholly through] laughed horridly and lumbered with | 4 the efforts of Annie, Whose trump card was the letter that Underwood had written|quickened steps toward the Putnam| J to the y argued—but not in court with the audience] railroad station, There he vered looking on “confess: id been induced by sual captivation’ when] that there was not even a ni in his the light f hining barrel of the pistol. All this sounded Interesting, but] pockets. the play x “and monotonous, After the first act “That's all right," he reflected “Gives me an excuse to call on Cesare.” Went Cesare was once dean of the res- \ taurant walters of the Washington | | Square neighborhood. He opened a | . ® Love and G (Copyright. 1908, by arose & Bros.) and to the forests, slightly tinged mienymy canoe an' go away. For long tam’ the signs of the coming season, SYNOPSIS OF PRECE! “Just look at the mountain: she trnANSt hatte boat ea In love, mused, In a hushed voice; “see the hazo ® \beautitull eft that hangs over them—the vell that God John Gale, the past trader, a f Taian sqiaw. “Burre} and uses to cover up his treasures [etal oto y drew a deep breath, “The breeze fairly tastes with clean things, doesn't it? Do! you know, I've often wanted to be an, animal, to have my senses sharpened— one of those wild things with a funny, sharp, cold nose. I'd like to live in the xo and Lae go to the district, accom: nied by two provessional “bad en," Stark And Runnion. "Cale. recognizes Stark (as a man who long aKo wronged him: warned that Furrell will be marries a haifbreed girl. he mi bie, She growl ‘doubttul whether or | trees and run along the branches like a} Rabueticnte tupac tet nes pring healt ot she] aquirrel, and drink In the perfume that} comes on the wind, and ent the tender, growing things, The sun is enough and the world {5 good enough, | Polean ‘otton. that her gold claima have proved ich, barren, her while his own ure CHAPTER XI. pa ae feel enough, I'm incom-| (Conmnuae) “Lys very fine,” agreed the Canadian Where the Path Led. |" son’ see wy anybody would care} for livin’ on dem cities wen dere’s B shook his head. “You better! much nice place outside.” H knock wood when you say dat.) oy, but the cites must be ine also,” Mebbe I draw de blank again; | sia ghe, “though, of course, they can’t nobody can't tell. I've do de sam’ ting], ay jovely as this. before, an’ dose men wat been workin’! 1) gee them!” my groun’ dey're gettin’ purty blue” [A goin’ “It's Impossidle, You're sure to strike nae {t, or If you don’t, you can have halt of oo what I make—!'ll be too wealthy, any- how, so you might as well.” He laughed again, at which she sud- denly remembered that he had Won't 1 be glad away?’ he inquired, quic! “or Then,, gilmpsing his downcast face, she hastened to add, “phat is, when my claims turn out rich enough to afford {) course, not pene laighed very much of lata, or else she, "Oh" he sald, with rellef, ‘Dat's had been too deeply absorbed in her| different. I s'pose It mus’ be purty dull on dem beeg town; now’ere to go, not'- in’ to see ‘cept lot of houses,” “T've no doubt one would get tired of {t soon, and long for something to do and something really worth while, but I should I!ke to try It once, and I shall as soon as I'm rich enough. Won't you come along. "ES don’ knew,” he enid, thoughtfully, “mobbe oo t stay here, mebbe ao 5 tak’ own happiness to mark the lack of his songs and merriment. When you do become a Flambeau king,"’ she continued, “what will you do with yourself? Surely you won't continue that search for your far coun- try, It could never be so beautiful as this" Gne painied to ihe vives that never ebanged, and yet wee never the cama, t'Ink dis Flambeau she's de promis’ lan’ I hear callin’ to me, but I don't know | yet for w' “What kind of place {s that land of yours, Polecn?” “Ha! I never see ‘Im, but she's been eryin' to me ever since I'm little boy. I place w'ere I don’ get too hot on de summer an’ too col’ on de winter; it's place w birds sing an’ flowers blossom an’ de sun shine, an’ were I ean sleep widout dreamin’ ‘bout It all de tam’, “Why, {t's the land of content—you'll never discover It by travel. I'll tell you a secret, Poleon, I've found {t-yes, I have. It Hes here.” She laid her hand | on her breast. “Father Barnum told me the story of your people, and how it ves {n your blood—that hunger to | find the far places; {t)s what drove the voyageurs and coureur du bois from Quebec to Vancouver, and from the Mississippi to [Hudson's The wan- derlust was their heritage, and t | pushed on and on without rest, like ¢ salmon in the spring, they on different in this: that they never came | back to die.” ’ \; “Dat's me! T never see no place yet feo wiat I care for dle on, an’ I never see no place yet w'at I care for see again ‘cept dis Flambeau. [ lak’ it, dis one, purty good ao far, but I ain’ know | wien I'm goin’ get tlre’. Dat depen's."* There was a look of great tenderness in his eyes as he bent toward her and} rehed her face, but she was not | thinking of him, and at length he con- tinued: “Fader Barnum, he's goin' be here nem’ Mundey for cheer up dem tnjun, Constantine she's gay de etter.” In the Frozen Klondike roadhouse in Kingsbridge, and for four years his former customers have been saying "Some day, pretty soon, I'm going up to Cesare's place.” The Sub- way Bun went to the nearest house and rang the bell, not gently. A win- dow rasped. “I'll be down In & min- ute," called a sleepy voice, The Sub- way Bun looked up to see a frowsy head disappear. Three minutes later a man with his pajamas thrust Into his trousers and an overcoat buttoned close to his collarless neck appeared on the doorstep, The Subway Bun was taking @ nap on the steps. “Where's the trouble?” householder, eagerly. “Subway,'’ murmured the caller, I know it's the Subway,” seid the wakened one, “Do you sup- pose anything else than the Subway would get a division superintendent out ot bed?” “You division superintendent?” asked the Subway Bun, brightening, With- out heeding the others impatience he continued: “Just the man I'm looking for, Want to borrow 15 cents.” “What for?" “Because I don't want to go down on asked the ut a By George McManus | Can This Be True? BERET The Evening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, February i J D |go home on Putnam road and go see Augie Belmont.” “Is that what you waked me up for?” asked the division superintendent, with |great deliberation, The Subway Bun, taking warning of the tone, ran out to the middle of the street and turned to shout his assent over his shoulder The scantily clad superintendent was but three jumps behind him and he did not stop. The chase covered about @ quarter of a mile, but the Subway Bun kept on for a block or two after he heard the cuss words de away behind him. He stopped then and yelled after ‘tis returning pursuer: “Hey, there!’” The man looked around. “Where 1 Cesare's place?” The man whirled on his heel and silently tramped homeward, The Subway Bun came to a beret | shop in whioh a light was burning. Be-| hind a screen at the back protruded the end of a lounge on which rested a pair of enormous stockinged feet. He rat- tled the door, The feet stirred and slid forward, followed by the bulk of a po- Nceman in uniform, who came to the door and growled; "What dyer mean by wakin' an officer this way? Sergeant | the subway. Hate subway. Want to'around?” e } Tallest of Chimneys. chimney for carrying away the T above the ground and 828 1-2 feet above veight ts 21.04 tons, he brickwork ts inches at the base, It ts lined through: brick. old Hunting ‘Why, that's the day after to-mor- row!" erfed Necia. "Oh, won't I be glad to see him!" “You don’ get dem kin’ of mans on de beeg cities,’ sald Poleon. ‘I ain’ never care for preachin’' much, an’ dese feller w'at all de tam’ pray an’ sing t'rough de nose, dey mak’ me seex. But Fader Barnum— Ba Gar! She's the swe.l anit “Do you know," sald Nec! ‘e always wanted him me.” “You t'inkin' 'bout marry on some fe!- ler, eh?’ said the other, with an odd grin, ‘al! w'y not? He'll be here all day an’ night. S'pore you do {t, Mos’ a, wistfully, to marry anybody w'at ain’ got some wife al ady will be giad for marry on you— an’ mebbe some feller w'at has got wife, too! If you don’ lak’ dem, an’ you're gotn’ marry on somebody, you | an be wife to me.” Necial lavghed Nghtly, “I believe you would marry me If T wanted you to; you've done everything else I've} ever asked. Tut you needn't be afratd { won't take you up.” In all her It this man had never spower e her, and she hed no hint of the ¢ cherished. He had si his to her and toid her stories ¢ frank und boyish mind was | Jopen page to her; she know the ro mance that was the very fibre of him, and loved hls exaggerated chivalry, for it minded her of old t she had rea but that he could care for her save as a friend as a brother—such a thought bad never dawned upon her Wile they were talking a boat had drawn pore and made f#si to the bank in front of them. An Indian} landed, aod, anproaciing, entered into Salk with (he Jrenchinan, HERE has recently been completed at Great Falls, Mont., take rank as one of the tallest etructures In the world, olitside diameter at the base, and 63 feet 9 Inches at the top. UST GET \S CLOTHES POLE UNDER Hid COLLAR AND — J “Where! bway Bur asked the policeman, “Sure,” said the Subway Bun. “In the first place,” sald the police- 4 away from here to Cleveland three years ago. man, “Cesare mov but watt a minute.” screen, walt, all I wanted of Cesare.” “Walt swered the policeman. 1H He sald ning grab for his locust stick and darted at the door, When he Subway Bun was half skimming the sidewalks Windows opened. Cries rent the night. Missiles upper stories as he scooted by. brush mug whizzed past passed the home of the intendent. The driver of a milk truck found the Subway Bun half an hour later leaning & stone wall near Van Cort-) landt and panting heavily, "What's the matter?” asked the mllk- against | man. @ huge brick | fumes of the smelting works which w'll It Js 781-2 feet in It extends 6% feet {ts lowest foundation course. Its total 18 Inches in thickness at the top and 6: out with a four-inch wall of actd-proot | By and by Poleon turned to the girl) and sald: “Dere's ‘hondred marten-siin come ‘inj you min’ de store wile I mak’ trade wit) dis man.” Together the two went down to the boat, leaving Necia behind, and not long after Runnion sauntered up to the store | and addressed her familiarly. “Hello, Necia! T Just heard about the | latrike on your claim. That's fine and | dandy, She acknowledged his congratulations [hs her Ch this man. however, | "Thad some goed news last night my \self,” he continued. “One of my as hit some good dirt, and we'll know what {t s Mm jan name, she resented tt from She chose to let tt pass, | nen i make It, 1 that she e him, he be came piqued, and grew bolder. u're a mighty eye on you ever 1 the more I see of you the better T like you Tt Isn't necessary to tell mae that she replied, ‘the price of the s Iwill be Just the same.” "Xea, and you'se bright, too,” be de- curtly, for although it was customary | 3 for most of the old timers to call her by } | “Lend me 15 cents?" sald the weary one, “I want to get to M and Thirty-fourth street.’ “Come on and ride down with m sald the milkman As day a large person lighting a way tickets in front of house in Madisc at arin’s len, med, avenue, an asked ing Augio what said the Subwa: clared, \an—good looks and brains. strong methods and straight talk, too hone of this serenading mush for I go and get her, love like a man ow That’ Cesare's place?” asked the “Were you after waking me for that?” the Subway Will you lend me 15 cents? That's ‘til I get my shoes on,” an- ned a policeman discovered until they were con "What do you think you're doin’? “That's what [ lke in a wom- When I see a girl I lik ght to” — (To Be Continued) Tae , 1909. ee . The Patent Lawyer Told It * Fust as It Happened to Him ‘y By Robert Rudd Whiting, | money I had put in on the woodper jars I taught "em to punch holes in the SET UNNY, the queer guys you stack) tong of salt and pepper shakers, But ip axuinst In mny profession,” |tnat wasn't practionble, elther, You sighed the patent lawyer. | seo I had to employ high-class painters at union wages to grain the metal tops before the woodpeckers would go to work, and it cost more than having it done by machinery, “ ‘Now, though,’ he sald, triumphant- ly, ‘I have the real thing; the thing that bids falr ¢o make the name of Glanders a household word throughout the clvillzed world!’ “Well? I asked, with genuine intere est. Now, only thts afternoon, when things were sinole up In the office, a avedy looking old codger entered ac-! cording to act of Congress a9 ond class matter Bec~ and plunked him- the self down tn I,’ he announced, proudly tapping his chest, ‘have discovered a secret is for—tanning grape skins!’ Tanning grape skins? What ig | thunder use could anyone ever have fog | rape skins?’ “Why,' he answered, with apparen§ amazement at my stupidity, ‘to coves ‘grapes with, of course,’ “ ‘But grapes are already covered jus® as they come,’ I objected, “Ils face fell, He hadn't thought of he told me by way of Introduction, | ‘De, Glandera, the world-famed veterl- nary—gou've probably beard of me.’ “Thedn’t, but T could platnly #e4 Twas | xolng to before he got through. “‘Wintle {t {9 true,’ continued tho doo- tor, ‘that I have devoted tho best 3 of my life to proving my pet the direct butter’— ‘Direct butter?! T queried, “My Ignorance seemed to pain hi “why, y 16 explained heme for ng cows dance In order to tna The only things {t ever really pay@ to have patented,’ I told him kindly, {nocul Vit TATRA IREOL: "'Do you mean {tt His face tnatente “Well, while that has been my A aM ts Wroritnn ka Ayieny shtened, ‘Why, in that case,'—he@ Inventive genius has found _ Searched his pocketag other Uttle boons to m I've left ‘em home, And'@ IMA MER TREO H STON ectedly—'hanged If T haven't lefty fdea, Also Venetian blinders for horses ¢ ein the same coat,’ T handed htm a quarter, He was prow fuse in his thanks and promised to ree p {t when he returned with the plang of his new and useful Invention. At the or he paused, y,' he sald, ‘Why couldn't we that take fright at certaln objects only can be ratsed or lowered by the j driver at will, ‘I'm the inventor of artificial bird- 1 for the feeding of cuckoo clocks. Was the first man who ever patent 2 trained woodpeckers to tattoo cigar 3 a es! Aa be as I know ita @ Indians, But that was a fathire, ‘The Td new scheme for extracting quarte ers from suckers, and’'— “They're ght on their feet, these ine ventors, Ho beat the paper-welght by over a yard.” owners of clgav Indians werent edu- cated up to ft | “‘So, rather than lose the timo and My “Cycle of Readings,” i By Count Tolstoy. 1 —— Translated by Herman Bernstein, —= (Copyrighted by the Press Publishing Company, the New York World, 1908.) (Copyrighted by Herman Bernstein.) The italicized paragraphs are Count Tolstoy's original comments on the subject 1 HE life of a man who forgets about death and the | qe Hfe of a man who is conscious of his hourly ap- proach to death are two entirely different con- ditions. FEB. 2. Next place— returned to the eee ‘T {s easier to die not thinking of death than to bear the ] thought of death which does not even threaten us,— Bun, “you Pascal, ee HINK more often of death and live as though you were about to die ] soon, Whatever your doubts may be as to how to act imagine that you will die toward evening and your doubts will disperse immediately; it will immocbatcpy betme clear to you what {8 a matter of duty and what your personal desire. le made a light- reached {t the a block away like a gazelle of “Burglar!” hurtled out of A tooth- his head as he division super-! ee OU envy, you are indignant, you are angry, you want to take ven geance on the man, Think that to-day or to-morrow that man toils die and not a trace will be left of your ill feelings against him, eee OTHING is so true as the fact that the {dea about the approach of death divides our acta into degrees of their real importance for our fe. He who te condemned to immediate death rotlh not bother about increasing or saving Ms fortune, nor about establishing a good name for himself, nor about the triumph of hte nation over others, nor about the dis. covery of a nete planet and so forth, but a moment before his execution he will try to console the afflicted, will Uft an old man when he falls, will dresa} a wound, will mend a toy for a child. Madison avenue ~—_—_——eeee LOVE my garden, I love to read a book, I love to caress children. Dying, Tam deprived of ali these, and, therefore, I do not want to die and St am afraid of death. It may happen that all my life 4s composed of stich temporary, earthly desires and their gratification, If that {3 so, then I cannot help fearing thas! which puts an end to these desires, But if these desires and thetr gratifica tion have changed within me and have been replaced by another desire ta perform the will of God, to give myself to Him in the form in tohtch I aim) now or in all possible forms in widch I twill be, the more my desires haves changed, the loss terrible death {s to the less it eatsts for me, And: when my desires will have changed completely, then there ts nothing but life—there is no death. To replace the earthly, the temporary, by the eternal—that ia the rook | of life along which it 48 necessary to go. But how to do it? Bvery one off us knows this in his soul, ~—_—_———eeeer* string of sub- a_brownstone | He held them the | I think of the Bun, ¢ y I belleve in O RECALL death means to ive without thinking of {t? We should not recall death, but Hve peacefully, Joyously, consciovs 9° its com oe and moonlight ‘sme. I mak Are you making love to me?” she}: nn B® Inquired, curtously | 5 ’ It's a little bit sudden, I know, but Lincoln S Tender Heart. a man has to begin some time. I think | 1 just abyut sult me, We'll bot By Gen. Horace Porter, y before long, and I'll bel | its loughed derisively tn his] 11 8 to his fellow-m-n, Upon one to Gen, Grant's arters In front of Petersburg, just be- don't get sore, I mean bus tox campaign began, he stepped into tho telegraph ¢ cra- |ness, I don't wear a blue coat and| ons ing Bowers Adjutant-General, 4 was tn the ¢ lot y wo and then] \¢ the time, and my & 1 to three th rawling a ve had 6 little wa grief w en ¢ AN 4 n chair, took them on 1 at Don't ¢ 1 lking § | 1, "Colonel, I hopa ’ inte lenty of good milic f t care if a o ss and well f ' gh sit, and 1 3 hief and matlerct 1 get. Of Y t gallant a al-In-Chiet to 5 ¢ n going off eri n> «tt & i n tha: 1- of tho «.ndness pope YY i The Oldest New shape Wakes 3h it ITE, t rin the world, aft an existe [ ust I nce of |, 13 w edit £3, society column, funny column, boey nes k ey | market page or eporting page, 12 g its back page for freaks a | baa started an editorial page, ] ‘ 1