The evening world. Newspaper, February 10, 1909, Page 13

iccects 0% Jury Play at the Colonial Has Vaudeville Features BY CHARLES DARNTON. Ne Upa folly h eleven good mon curtain eall) while und merry quip ‘olonial they have a est pok mody © jury room are revealed. A “vocal quarte for “close harmony” {t tack- ither ditties calenlated to man in the poker game tin the middle." < you please, The merry that they know one nnviction, and so they stands out for acquittal Btanés at the window Pais wlootnces exci you see an actor herding con- epleucusiy by t ar sure that he has some- thing up § sleeve, Hiis back may not be , but it has a 1 He k th tng for him to turn around, that when he does you will give him attention, Cariisie stands aloof. He Mister’ on the jury. The efr last names, b and are wa ur earnest 1 so Mr. sleeves, t When Mr. ¢ of looking at and 1, You had s position spoke red the back-drop he see that he |s ected as much Itself—he had es about, { for eon hiding his agitation, Tho others try to make him under. stand that the old grouch who x¢ them locked up {n summer was mur- dered by hls son-in-law, Ever goes to prove that they are righ Mr. Carlisie argues age tal evidence. Like th go home, for hts wife Is dying, but he will not vote away the life of’a man he believes to be Innocent, Then he gets fa telegram that causes him more agita- His wife {s dead. Perhaps you recall a similar scene tn ‘Tho Mills of the Gods," bullt by Mr. eorge Broadhurst. Perhaps you ppened when a tele- ! ipted the court proceedings t play, Well, criminal rt B Kegerreis In “Circumstan: tacos a vaudeville chance of repeating tlal Evidence." nin re- history: Mr. Carlisle confesses that {t was he who had Killed the old grouch !n an alter- Non over a mortgage. He tells how he did tt with a carving knife, and then ik himself in a closet when he heard tho son-in-law coming back. In the ex- fament that followed he had managed to slip out and get away without being ticed in the crowd, Then he had perjurad himself to get on the jury, in order stand between an !nnocent man and death. He tells all this first as a stor: 4 then applies it to himself, At the end of his confession he etaggers acrosé Toom and falls on the neck of tho able-bodied foreman. He braces up for ment when his obliging associates assure him that this secret of the jury fom shall be kept “inviolate,” and then he drops to the floor. The author of this highly dramatic playlet is Mr, Harrison Armstrong, and (re he gets his grip on the story he never lets go, You are obliged to grant him Attle license, of course, but you do 80 with the willingness of a a You D disposed to feel with Mr. Armstrong that a little thrill is not a dangerous for vaudeville, Mr, Robert B. erre!s spares himself no pains in getting the thrill over the otlights. He takes the case of Mr, Carlisle very hard indeed, and tak irtaln call at the end still twitching with emotion, But Mn, His acting, as well as the Itttle play, te worth while. fe: it i Why Lincoln Told Stories, | id By Speaker Cannon. i} aid } HE reputation of Mr. Lincoln as a story teller did him some injustice, for not only the storfes he told, buf many that are apocryphal, have iin given many people an impression that he told stories tc be entertain- Thi tng. Judge David Davis, Gov. Richard Oglesby and other men who be were {ntimately assoclated with Mr. Lincoln always insisted that he def told @ story except to tilustrate a point !n an argumnet and make It a let and never for the love of telling the story or being entertaining, Lin- wa: Whole life was given to serious consideration of serious problems before rople, and his Ife to the people not only tn the final sacrifice, but 1 efforts from the time he enlisted in the Black Hawk War.— hie study a ta Week 4 fees Acetylene Searchlight Shells. TS coo being carried on In the German Navy with acetylene fch have been designe a the place of searchlights. The shells n, 80 as to fall in the water {n the neighborhood It is {gnited on striking the water, and each eheli urn with $000 e-power for a period of three hours, constructed to ow for Itt | , (owen: i He Parson Johnson wn ~— MY FRIEN'S KNOW 1] NEVER — TT HAS BEEN SAID DAT ME, PARSON JOHNSON, SWIPED ACHICKUN BUT ae, Doan’ Care fo’ Chicken! i] Um a ae eee eee en cme nee cena ts eee (Copyrighted by the Press Publishing Company, tne New York World, 1908.) (Copyrighted by Herman Bernetein.) The italicized paragraphs are Count Tolstoy's original comments on the subject. The Essence of Life. | HE fulfilment of the law of God is the essence of g™ | life. HE evil in the form of death and sufferings ig no- ticed by man only when he accepts the law of 10. his animal existence of the flesh as the law of | hia life. Only then, though a human being, he decors == | ‘to the stage of the animal, only then does he see death and sufferings. | | Death and sufferings, like scarecrows, haunt him from every side and drive | him toward the one road open to him—the road of human life which is sub-| | ject to the law of reason and which is expressed in the form of love. land sufferings are only the transgressions by man of his law of life, real HAT are we to do when everything freshness of feelirg, memory, Ider and that My “Cycle of Readings” « iS © the sun ts growing and the delusions of thought, and we can also find it out from the | iat you are God, And | we to do when there Is no hope FEB | always but one ansy jo || at ease, if you feel rest is the work « and there were only a uniy ty, duty would nevertheless be the solution of the mys: for advancing humanity.- Amiel any I perform your duty nth The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, By John Falconer n if th real great E know the law vf God both from the traditions of all religions and from our own consciousness when it ts not darkened by passions | Desth| experience of applying this law to life; All those requirements of the law Tolwhich afford us inaliena Ch February 10, 1909. | | | i = LJ Ges) eae REEL EET <a EDP RSi2/)) ar — sai Senrs ey | | By Count Leo Tolstoy Translated by Herman Bernstein him who lives according to his human law there is no death nor sufferings. | . as forsaken us, health, Joy, devotion, | aptitude for work; when it seems to us that | ng all What are Should we grow hardened? There ts Come what may, if your conscience Is ts charms? ery Re what you should be—the re were no God—a holy and kind God eing, Gie law of all, an tdeal without a ry of the polar star ble bliss are the requirements of the true law of life. | [The Million D GOOD EVENING, miss Plum! rn HELLO, MR.MONK! WILL. You POSE FOR ME WHILE L MAKE A SkeTcH! lot | IT'S FINISHED NOW, 1 are \AnD IT!s A Success! Wai G8 late bs HOPE YoU? MADE ME Loolk RATHER, ollar Kid ~~ pyright, 1008, by Harper & Bros.) BDING ‘quarrel; wherefore, he was gladdened by the news of Burrell's discomfiture, "So you ike him too much to stand in vi he sald, meditatively. “How does your father look at It?” ‘He wants the Lieutenant to marry me, He says he will fix {t up all right; but he doesn't understand. How coutd CHAPTERS tloned at Foanbean, trading fost, falls In love Naot (tiful girl who passes aa the daught in Gale, the Indian ‘squ engaxe!. f h partner, secret , discovers ar Burrell stake our he You are doing Just right," concurred the man, hypocritteally, “and you'll live eis |to be glad you stood ont.” Now that tony! | both hit enemies desired this thing, he he | was sel on preventing It, regardless of xa| the girl, “How did the Lleutenant take Bure vit when you refused him?" “He wouldn't take it at all, He only Juughed and declared he would marcy }me, anyhow.” The very thought thrilled CHAPTER XIII. | her. : (Continued.) Does he know you love him?" tark Takes a Hand in the Game. ac ny two ay Btark and Runnion rk as a inan wo w id learning ¢ Ma mysterivua » Btark for ad Pp avenge himself on Hurrell and. Was ample answer Well, what's your plan?” B had brooded over his quarrel)“ !-l- T don't know. Tam so torn and with Gale and the Lieutenant ¢ twisted with it all that T can't plan, Linden thelwifrsteclaanitor nl but [ have thought I-ought—to go— furnished the only objects upon whieh | @ay bis mania could work-and it was a} “Goede he sald, quickly, but his ac- mania, the derangement of a diseased pacence, instead of soothing her, had Y distorted mind, His regard for Necia contrary effect, and she burst out was a carelevs whim, a rather aim. !mpulsively leas, satisfying hobby, not at all sert- | ‘Oh—1 can't-I can't! T can't Ko away ols, entirely extraneous to his avery. | and never see him! T ean't do I day life, and interesting only from | Want to stay where he is Sha had Ma aimlessness, nk as near to an| been holding herself in stubbornty, but uneelfish and decent motive as the) at last gave way with reckless abandon. man had ever coms. But it was not of) wasn't I born white like other aufficient consequence to sland out|sitts? I've never felt like an Indian. against or swerve the course of’ all've always dreamed and fancied I was 1 aceeceaeeaenraeaee aaa Great Story From a Great Play The Witchi The tender, sobbing laugh she gave | different, and I am, in my soul—I know |roughly that she looked at him in vauge |! am! The white 1s so strong In me alarm. |that It has killed the red, and I'm one| “How do you know? How do you jof father’s people, I'm not like the| know she was his mother?" other two; they are brown and eilent| ‘He told me so"—— and as cold aa Iittle toads; but I'm] Stark snarled, “He He {white and full of Ife all over, They| “T can show you the wedding-ring— | Dever see the men and women that I see I've always worn It." She fumbled for In my dreams. They never have my | the thain about her neck, but it eluded visions of the beautiful snow white | her trembling fingers. “It has her name mother, with the tender mouth and the jin {t—‘From Dan to Merridy.' san eyes that always amile at me." Stark's hand darted forward and tore | “You have visions of such thing the thing from her shoulders, then he eh | "Yes, but I came a generation late,| thrust It under the lamp and glared | Yea— ithat's all, and I've got that other]/at the Inscription, while his fingers woman's soul. I'm not @ half-breed—]shook so that he could barely distin- jim not me at all. I'm Merridy—]euish the words, His eyes were blazing Merridy! That's who I am." and his face livid, dress, dress. Her face was turned away from him, jeo that she did not notice the frightful Nacta erled out, but he dropped the ornament and selzod her flercely, lifting effect her words had upon Stark Ler from the chalr to her «feet; then, | Merridy “Where did you get—that name?” His] with ona, swift, downward clutch, he voice was pitched in a different key |lald hold of her drees at the left shoul- | head now. Then, after a moment, he added, [der and ripped tt half to her walst. A hoarse sound came from his throat, a cry of half ainazement, half of triumph, ‘Let me go! Let me go! She strug kled to free herself, but he held hier in a viselike grip, while he peered ata blemish well down upon her back Then let sip from and, selaed with terror, she staggered “From the story I told you at the mine that night, [ suppose?” “Oh, no,” she answered, 1 it, though they call ridy was my father’s mother IT guess I'm like her tn many ways, for T often imagine she is a part of me, that {her splrit is mine. It's the only way 1 “T've always h me Necla. ! oe he her his gra can account for the sights I see." away from him, He was leaning heay-|of her “Your father's mother?” he said, me-|ily with both hands upon the table, his) dumb, chanically. “That's queer.” He se fave working, his head drawn down be- then, to be trying to shake himself fre tween his shoulders, his thin lips grins mind It came andi thought—it don't matt | but I'm sorry. I'll a | you a new dress, # {f you like.” ‘nv, “nd he bagan rst impulse everything, but } dered him spec thankful for tt identity 8 sud passed an beaded brow, pall beside the door to his mouth, drank heavily In great, nolsy gulps. “Let me ont of here! the girl de-| co to her soldier lover at once, and no) manded, !mperiously. "Don't be scared,” quietly now. | You—you gave me an awful Don't worry. uncertain and, ng a he w something. “It's heredity, I suppose. |ning, his whole manner so terrifying! of this revela You have visions of a white woman, a}that she shrank back tll sHe brought gave him ove woman named Merridy, eh?’ Suddenly | up against the bark walls. e turned gan to unfold, his manner changed, and he spoke so}and made for the door, whereupon he! not worked out By Augustus Thomas — Love—Hypnotism—Telepathy — ng Hour DOALIDHIADDDG-3-LDD-IEDDIDIAIADLDGD9G.O00000600G000d 1O0.00004 $900 HOO 4 bt $4069. $ i : % Love and Gold Hunting ® By R we The Barrier ® In the Frozen Klondike oe INI ron VSS od oe PHLDOMESDHAIOIOHOHON OCHS PHNHEHHIGHESHESSHOOG HE GO00604.000050409-40O OHHH DOHHTHESHH o> ex B or of ‘*‘The Spoilers.’ Qe» i594 DIGNIFIED NOTHING! THIS 15 A COMIC VALENTINE I’ I—I—you"— raising he “You must at was It mean any harm."' “You hurt almost ready to cry. she added, TY s Amaze my shoulder,” “And you tore m: angrily Are you crazy?” “You aes, It's Ike this, and that rlrig—w thing was so startling, I that nama of | , the sald, exe By R. W. Taylor 4 straightened up and sald, in a queer, {could by keaping allent use this knowl commanding voice; “Watt—don't gor lcked his ips as if they wore dust dry, hand across the water He) his I didn't she sald, my fine whele 1 went off my what T thought, and 1’! get ssa, muse!) seemed to a to laugh silently had been to tell her ent had rene | and was ad been stricker like one denrented; A $1.50 Bo weer | distorted bratn, bd) ' “a AWAY SHE WANTS A SKETCH OF A VERY WEALTHY MAN! each, | edge to serve hig vengeful ends, In an instant his viston cleared and his brain! became active and alert, like that of a] man drought suddenly under the stimu- lus of atrong Uquor, Care must be ex- areised—she must not learn too much—| for it she suspected the truth she would) power on earth could hold her back. That would block the vengeance that he saw shaping (A the dank recesses of ni} Firat, and above all, he must gat the! girl away from Flambeau | “IT went clear off my head,” he heard himself saying, “at that name of Mer- that ring, and all. Why—why, I thought you might bo the missing girl | I told you of—you remember, that day | up on Lee's Creok—so I had to see; but, | dear me, I should have been more con- siderate—I ould have explained. The I'm a nervous man, and I get streaks on me sometimes that [upon your taking DO COOUDODO000)00C w Mother In Broadway Guise Rowland § POGODIOOOODGSES Mrs, Hubbard and Her Dog, ve Mrs, Hubbard, she lived in a cupboard— By Helen A typical New York flat— Where there wasn't room for much more thang broom al And the lady's Directoire hat! So you couldn't say that the cupboard was bare, With the hat and the dog and the lady there; I'm perfectly suraof that! But Hubbard didn't care much, they say; A great philosopher he! For he spent his time downtown all day, And his life was gay and free; And his nights he spent on the Great White Way, While the lady stayed home and did crochet, With the dog for company. The Spratt Family. ‘ACK SPRATT liked vaudeville, and his wife liked an Ibsen play, And 80, between the two, they hadn't a word to say. And when the silence became Too strained, as a matter of course, Jack Spratt got a blonde affinity, And Mrs, Spratt got—a divorce! ecmones@oocooneconoeeaned 0 ons ee of a Married Man By Clarence L. Cullen. wife in a tantalizing hour reads aloud to you the love letters you form of wrote to her when you were sweet: at kindeMt, hearts ' umor is jt when a’ To Engaged Young Men.—Don't tell CLARENCE LCULEN wife “touches” her her that, when you're married, “her husoand for money dear little dimpled hands shall never for a new hat on be dipped in dishwater.” She'll remem- the same day on which he has pald her) ber it, and you'll never hear the last of $9 dentistry bill? It. Be advised, If it be true that women really pos-| What Lots of Women Imagine— sess discernment, why {8 tt that they That men don't know the difference be- are all 90 fooled by the man who eqlls tween drugstore red hair and the real his wife “Lovey” and ‘Darling’ in pub-| thing. Ne that they throw him up to thelr own) ‘The most calloused old rounder ex- husbands? perlences a premonitory shudder when What every’ woman (thinks she) he sees an attractive young woman knows: That she looks well in pajamas. really enjoying a drink of straight When you hear a married woman) whiskey snifflly remark that "Handsome !s a8 Another instance of the ‘adapta handsome does," you may accept It a8 a) dility of women is the readiness with cinch that her husband bears a striking! which they take to the $8 kind of silk resemblance to a stranded dogfish | stockings when they never had any What every man expects: That be-| put cotton ones before they were mar- fore the close of 1909 women will be) ried. wearing corsets that reach below) one of the relgning belles of Wash: their knees. |ington a few years ago frankly ad- A woman can look extremely attrac-| mitted that she wore a six and a half tlve when she 1s taking down her hait—| shoe. Now she's in an insane asylum, If she has some. |and her women friends, vindicated, are You'll never experience that old No. 7! saying that they knew she was crazy brand of gloom until your wife insists all’the time. her to the theatre A woman must be mighty inde the same night on which you've been! pendent or mighty careless to wear invited to alt into a game with some black stockings with tan shoes on a poker fyros who don't care how they | muddy day. j bet thelr money | When the relationship between hus- ‘When a man and his wife gat Into the) band and wife reaches such a matter- habit of yawning at each other for two|of-fact stage that she will penell her or three hours every evening, the Attn; | SyeDEp is (ir CE ot the rou; Hep} oat ean rs hefore him, there isn't enough glamor Itles, convoyed by old Doctor Div FCO! ett of their conjugality to blind any- are crujsing not far away. 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