The evening world. Newspaper, February 11, 1909, Page 17

e The Evening World —— — Daily Magazin e, Thu By Martin Green. Poor Old Lincoln! EX never made a bobcat climd @ tree, He never chased a coyote to its lair, He never jo a hunter o'er the lea, Or had his picture taken in the alr; He never shot @ Spaniard in the back, He never did his ninety miles a day, He never put the Senate on the rack, Or tried to sieer the House to do his way, He never told the mothers of the land | How many children each should bear and rear; ver took ¢ farmer by the hand And bellowed talk of uplift In his ear; He never told the rall) js how to run, He never used the short and ugly word, He never made a speech that welghed a ton, Or stra{ned Wimself to make his maxims heard, used a secret-seryica hook 1a man whose face he didn't Nke; He never even tried to write a book, ay t friends to join a hike; He never had a tennis cabinet, Or bolstered up a trust to save & bank; He never played a hobby to a fret, Or forced a regiment to walx the plank. og He never said he nad a “bully” time, He never roped and tled a festive steer, | He never made less mafesty a crime, Or sought to use his place to tneptre fear; He never tried to teach the world to spell, j He nevér travelled far to slay big game, | He never yearned to juggle shot and shell— But we celebrate his birthday just the samo No. 30—Julie Opp. jin “The Wilderness.” The season ot ULIE OPP, a strikingly handsome |! foun Mies Opp back In Anverten. | woman, and a consistently good Deine specially engaged by Charles Frohman to play the role of Marita Inj} “A Royal Rival’ in the support of Wil fam Faversh: and she also sanor Laird in the one-act play, | “Prince Charile," produced for a for | nights by this same star, The year | after this she again appeared upon the | London stage, at the St. James's once |more, heing Katherine de Vaucelles to, Alexander's Villon In "If I Were King,” | Miss Opp returned to this country lato | n 1602, where, professionally speaking | at least, sho has remained ever since, | for on Dec. 2, 1902, she became the wife | of Mr. Faversham, and from that time jon she has appeared exclusively in his | |rupport. After quite an absence from | | the foottights Miss Opp resumed protes- |stonal activities on Feb, 8, 1904, playing |Lady Algy !n “Lord and Lady Algy." | and the season of 19045 she did quite notable bit of comedy acting as Hilda) Gunning in “Letty.” She was again lost to publtc gaze for a year, after which came a season as Lady Diana in| “The Squaw Man" and Donna Teodora | in “The World and His Wife.” Then came another year's rettroment, and season Miss Opp has been sharing actress to boot, was born in New York City Jan. 2%, 11, After an edu- cation gained in a convent, she start ed out In ite as a fashion writer upon the New York Recorder, She went abroad tn tho middle nine- tles to Interview | celebrities for her paper, among others George Du \Mfaurier, Sarah Bernhard: and Emma |Calve, each of whom suggested that |ebe become en actress, Thus It came (3 that she abandoned a journaliatic @areer and started up the stage ladder ‘fm Paris in 18%, appearing as one of the guests in the ballroom acene of “Ca- mille," in Mme. Bernhardt's company. ‘That same year she went to London and ‘Joined George Alexander's company at tho St. James's Theatre, acting as unders| study to Julla Nelson, opening Dec as Hymen tn “As You Ltke It," after-| wani playing Rosalind, owing to Miss). th Mr. Faversham the glories of a *Wetlson's indisposttion. On Maroh 2. )yn2 senso t5 3 in at Daly's Theatre, appear- 37, sho created the role of Mrs, Ware i.e aret in “The World and His Wife,” | erat Paeeee and the Butterfly.” and at the present moment she {9 An- | Tt waa tn this same play, but in the (fy vei? Fyne, barber of New Or. far more Important role of the Princess |x sa werae ee i Saaninalihatenlesionnimaaalhecleree ic at sad am, whose second wite she fessional debut in her native land, ap- (iy Ne having been the second husband of Mrs. Miriam Merwin, Miss Opp was pearing with the Lyceum Theatre Com-| married to Robert Loraine, of nate pany at their home theatre on Nov, 23, | Superman” fame. 3897, On the following Jan, 2% she| a | Played Belle in “The Tree of Knowl: | A Tale of Tennyson : . friend on the charms of a pipe edge,” still with Lyceum forces, | I defore breakfast, Miss Opp then returned to London and rejoined Mr. Alexander's company, con- “Tt {9 the most delightful smoke of the sald he, was NIVSON was once dilating to a tinuing ‘three years in his support, the following being her entire repertoire of | ik Antoinette De Mauban In “The }Yrlaonor of Zenda,” Roca Holt In "Ru-| "Yes, yes!" replied his friend. “The pert of Hentzau,” Mrs. Egerton in “Tha! first sweet pipe of the awakened bard! Man of Forty,’ Annabel tin “The | Te ee Pee Ss Seeesrueiion Gas ‘Wisdom of the Wise,” Mrs, Herbertson | Guay se ‘ Pps eM) in “The Awakening” and Edith Thorold Weakly, or tae aay etteatiareee 8 IL My The Jollys Bull Pup ¥ ¥ * nr nnn ee een “NOW FOR BEING vs WANT NOTHIN’ TO Ate ' Dora “COME BAck PUGGIE, HE DOES NOY WAXY Any MORE WILL COME Jf y° rsday. February 11, By H. Coultaus “HOLY SMOKE ‘WAS: THAT A CYCLONE OR WAS IT THE JOLLYS Pup’ n, | » Nes ry HE talking postal card ts the invention of a French engineer and has become T 40 popular in that country that the American rights have been secured and the device will be placed in the cities of the United Siates, The person wish Keep up the fire! ing to rend a talking postal card to a friend enters a booth and talks Into a ma- | Keep up the fire chine that records the words on the specially prepared postal card, When the re- Liven till the summons shall come to ctplent receives the card a hundred or a thousand miles away he, or perhaps she, go higher. | takes the card to the nearest postal booth and inserts it in a machine which talks | Keep up the fire! | the message !t contains. The record on the postal card is indestructible and the Atlanta Constitution, | exact volce of the sender 1s heard, | ; “Keep Up the Fire.’’ | @ IFE {s a terror, and soon do we tire, But—keep up the fire! Even though you gain not your true heart's desire. Talking Postal Cards. Knocked Her Own Cooking. A FEW eveulngs ago a party of ladtes were discussing the vir- tues of their husbands, “Mr, Singleton," sald one of them, alluding to her spouse, “never drinks and never uses violent langunge—indeed, he has no bad habits." “Doesn't he smoke? {a woman asked, “Yes; he kes a clear | just after he has eaten a good me But really, on an average, he dorsi smoke more than once @ month! ‘Philadelphia Inquirer. @ | Panhandle Pete # # # By George McManus @ IF 1 cAN JUST Tlaow 01S STON Suet RIGHT Now QuiET [4 foRA NOOK, FOR DINNER | (Copyright, 1908, by Harper & Bros.) (GYNOPSI8 OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, can come back to him; if the last— why, It will be better for you, anyhow, As long as you stay here neither one Lieut, Burrell, stationed at Flambeau, a ter trading Do » fails in love nab 2 aca, of you can see clearly." $eosony Gale, the pont trie, trea Nifuna, | She was touched by his Interest, and Gale's Indian sauam). Burrell and Necla be-|eeallzed the forca of his argument, ach ratly lovee NE | which, strange to aay, seemed to second | rleh gold district.“ Necia " | bur Lien pooh aie tines toon ine her own thoughts; yet she hesitated. | ier, iY Pol on and Lee & to the | dis. ‘I want to help you—I'm going to} Het Reena: Mlanion. © Gate. reco ntsee | 81D you—hecause I've got an Interest | Rath at's man who long ago wronged him.|1n you lke you were min Again he) i iri?’ qhis| Detrayed that strange, mirthless amuse ‘Burrell trlea’ to ta) ment. j Migs mt rule fie} “Phere !s no place for me to go," unhappiness # to tell Bure jrell @ mysterjous secret. Meantime, Necla ct to Stark for advice. Stark sees a chance ‘Qvenge himself on Burrell and Gale, said Necia, blankly, “except the Mission, and I have no way of getting th “Don't you worrfy I'll furnish the means, and you'd better go to-night’— CHAPTER XIII. she flinched—"yes, to-night; there's no ‘Stark Takes a Hand in the) you, ‘The current ts swift, and If he Game. rows well you can make it by to-mor- } row evening. That's only one night out, ABH est fow moments had Ariv-| ang I'll put some blankets aboard s9| @n her own worrtes from her you can wrap up and have a sle Sand, but be was bent on rec: “t feel as if I'd never sleep again,” | ‘tng them, and so continued, cautiously: | ghe sighed. » “You were saying that you thought} «yow, now, this will come out all| you'd go away, I think that's a g00d pene yet, I'd take you down there my Dian, and you'd be wise to do It for) sei¢, but I've got to stay here, I've got |more reasons than one. It will give you work to do. Yes, I've sure got work of: itlme to think It all over and know your! jmportance ahead of me, ‘awn mind”— “IT must go back and get some I know my mind now, and yet-I clothes,” she sald. At which he would ‘don’t want to go away. {have demurred had he not seeh that "—And it will give Burrell a chance she could not travel in her present con- to prove himself. Ho’'ll elther show dition. hat ho has got to have you at any, "Very well Soat, or that you are rignt In your de-| see you.” » elation. If the first ehuuid happen, you| “Of course not.” But don't let anybody Great Story trom a Great Play |have the skiff ready,” The Witching Love and Gold Hunting In the Frozen Klondike @ Author of ‘'The “It's gettin be abed,"’ “Midnight! jg late, and your folks will | knocked at his door, He looked at his watch. Be here In an hour, and I’ for the trader's; firm set of jaw and lip denoted a mind visit, coupled with the late hour and his|at rest and confident of Itself, Gale sombre countenance, forecast new com-| found himself for a moment jealously | plications. regarding the youth and his enviablo The light of sacrifice was tn Necta's| “He's here to object, but It won't go,” | state of contentment and decision. eyes, and her cheeks were blanched | thought the Lieutnant, as he made his| ‘Well, let's get at It," the younger with the pallor of a great resolution, | visitor welcome. man finally said. She did not stop to reason why or how| It was the trader's first glimpse of} “1 suppose you'll want to interrupt she had been led to this disposal of her|the officer's quarters, and he cast @/and question me a heap, but I'll ask future, but clutched desperately at/| roving eye over the room, as !f measur- | you to let me tell this story the way !t Stark's plan of rescue from her agoniz-|ing the owner's character by comes to me, till I get It out, then we, ing predicament. | roundings. can go Pack and take up the queer stuff, “T'll be here in an hour," she said,| “I've got to have a long talk with| Tt runs back efghteen or twenty years, simply. you, Burrell,” le began, with an ef-| and, being as It's part of a hidden life, He let her out, closed the door atter|fort, “It's Mable to take me an hour {t isn't easy to tell. You'll be the first her, and locked ft; then, drawing a deep jor two, one to hear {t, and I reckon you're breath, he raised his clenched hands} “Then take this chair and be com-| enough like other men to disvelleve- above his head, and gave a great sigh | fortable.” you're not old enough, and you haven't | of exultation. to learn that g fs unreasonable. Next he took out his| -shooter and examined {t carefully The shells did not suit him, so he filled the gun with new loosened the three lower buttons of his vest, ani slid t weapon inside his trousers | band; the cing the direction of | Gale's trading post, he spoke aloud: | “T was a long time coming, Gaylord, but I'm here, and I've got you where Ive wa you these fifteen years-—yas, and I've got you, too, Burrell! This is my night ody became panther-like In Meade swung his big reading-chair out beneath the hanging-lamp, and, going to the sideboard, brought back a bottle, some glasses and a pouch of tobacco. Noting the old man's sigh of fatigue as| he sat himself down heavily, he re- marked, sympathetically: Mr. Gale, you've made a long trip to- day and you must be tired. If this talk |i, to be as lengthy as you say, why not have a drink with me now, and post- pone tt until to-morrow?” ‘I've been tired for elghteen yea its he blew out hin light | the other replied; abin knocked around enough nothing is impossibie, that ni strange enough to be Likewise, you'll want to know what all this has to do with you and —yes, | she told’me about you and her, and} shat's why I'm. here." He paused. | "You really think you love her, do| you?” Burrell removed his pipe and gazed at its coal Impersonally “T love her so well, Mr. Gale, that} "| nothing you can say will affect me, I~ to-night I hope to! hesitated at first about asking her to get rested.” é [be my wife because—you'll appreciate He Inpsed into allence, watching his|the unusual-—well, her unusual history, | host pour out two glasses of Iquor, fill| You see, I come from a country where | | his pipe, and then stretch himself out | mixed blood !s about the only thing that | contentedly, his feet resting on another | can't be lived down overlooked, and| chalr—a pleture of youthful strength, | I've been raised with notions of family when, a quarter of | vitality and determination. Beneath tha| honor and pride of race and birth, and the young lover's| Lieutenant's flannel shirt the long, silm|so forth, that might seem preposterous | his quarters, Gale| muscles showed free and full, and the|and absurd to you, But a heap of con-| ones, Hts ith pele his bearing that of the meat-eat- + ng animal, and his face set in a flere exultant crue! and left the CHAPTER XIV, A Mystery Is Unravelled. I IEUT, taken a ecstatic return RURRELL was considerably an hour after | teen. $O00000604064000606 each, @&: > % Spoilers.’' celts like that have been bred into me from generations back; they run in the blood of every old family In my country, and so, I'm ashamed to say, I healtated and tried to reason myself into giving her up, but I've had my eyes opened, and I see how little those things amount to, after all. I'm going to mar: cl Mr. Gale, I'd like to do ft the day after to-morrow, Sunday, but she isn't of age yet, and if you object we'll have to walt until November, when she turns eigh- We'd both like your consent, of cou I'd be sorry to marry her with: out it; but If you refuse we'll be forced to displease you.” He iooked up and met the father's gaze steadily, “Now, I'll be glad to listen as long as you care to talk, but I don’t think It will do any good. The other man's Ips framed a faint smile, “We'll see. I wish U'd had your de- cision when I was your age; this would be different, and easier to tell.’ He watted a moment, then his self-appointed task 1 was mining at th Mother Lode countr which was the much as this is now ter things to eat. I came from the my people did, but 1 was. ranc raised, and loved the bills and woo and places where you don’t talk much 80 I went to prospecting because It took me out where the sun was bright and I could see the wild things at play was one of the first men into a camp named Chandon—helped to build it, in and got hold of some ground that ttled to time up in the of California, er then, pret only we had be fac looked real good, It was hard mining however, and, being poor, I was still gripping my drill and hammer after ¢ town had grown up (To Re Continued.) By Augustus Thomas Hour A $1.50 Book | IH 1909. ODDAOOOOIOS: : Sayings of Mrs. Solomon —____.___, Being the Confessions of the Seven Hundredth Wife. Translated By Helen Rowland. OOOO! COOOOIN OOO. SOO000 10% DOHOON 0 to, my Daughter! What ts the greatest adom G ination under Heaven? Verily, verily, I say wt to you, {t (aa man with a beard! For, as a sage hath said, “a bald head is a dispensation of Providence” ~but @ BEARD (a a man's OWN FAULT, | Yea, a weak chin and crooked legs shall be forgiven, | but @ “weeping willow" mustache which seeketh the coffee 1s a crime agatnet | KISSING, Lo, there be many damsels who adnitre a close-clipped mustache whtoh displayeth a well-cut mouth, but a CLEAN-SHAVEN face te a joy forever— jand a COMFORT in a cozy corner, Behold, a woman bindeth herself in ironclad corsets and adorneth her | self with many trinkets, She spendeth her days in the shops and her nighte | in cold cream and curling kids, that she may be beautiful in the aight of | men. Buta man thinketh himself a martyr to fashion if he shaveth once a day and weareth polka dot socks. A woman soaketh herself in “Dear Kiss" sachet and anointeth her hatr with rose water; she useth perfumed powders and ecented soap and chew eth orris root gladly; but a man considereth himself an ascetic if he re sisteth a boiled onion and cleaneth his pipe once a week. And he is RIGHT! For Henry VIII. was not a thing of beauty and Bluebeard was a dlot upon nature; yea, Nero was a freak and Brigham Young was not an objet dart.. Yet I say unto thee, not one of these had any trouble in securing wives even in wholesale quantities, For in the HUSBAND MARKET the DEMAND exceedeth the SUPPLY, and any old husband is better than nothing, Go to! Bigamy is a foolish thing; yet the man who marrieth TWO women deserveth some credit, for he is a blessing in disguise. But a con firmed bachelor who is too selfish to marry even ONE woman is a SUPER- FLUOUS ARTICLE, Selah! 'Can This Be True? The Chronic Consumer Told It; Then He Sat Some Pink Things. }, HELEN ROI e |By Robert Rudd Whiting “N "reiterated the chronic con- | zoological school, sald that the lessons to be derived from thelr experiments with me were obvious. “ ‘Supposing,’ he sald, ‘a patient is sumer, as with trembling hand he ret down hie glass, “I was brought to us suffering from ultras not always like / marine elephants, brought about by exe this.” cessive whisky drinking, It Is a well "No?" sald hls! known fact, gentlemen, that elephante) temporary host ; are mortally afrald of mice. Therefore) the logical thing to do would be to feed the patient brandy unt!l he sees pink infce. The pink mice can readily be destroyed by gin bred lavender cats, and the cats in turn can be chased out, of the patient's mind by the purple poodles which {nvarlably follow a cons! sclentious course of absinthe.’ ““T suppose 80,’ sneered the leader of the opposition faction (the new or chro« Matic school). ‘And how, may I ask, do you propose to dispose of the purple poodles? Have the patient pat them and try to make pets of ‘em? Absurd, sir!’ “He then launched forth upon a long exposition of the theories held by his faction. They advocated a total dis- regard of the form of the objects seen by the patient. Color, they maintained, was the only thing that mattered, Drinks could be mixed, they held, just as the artist mixes his paints, “For example, a patient has blue haluctnations from drinking whiske: and expresses a strong preference for green things. Find some liquor that produces yellow things (spiders or htppopo! ami—the form {s {mmatertal) and feed him on It, just as the arti would add yellow to blue until he h obtained the desired shade of green, “That, sald the exponent of the chromatic, or new school, ‘is the only logical method of alleviating'—— with affected ur- | prise, “As a baby, then, you did not | drink! Driven tw dt by some unte tunate love affair, I dare say. A faithless nurse, | perhaps; or may- be some hara- hearted china doll, who did not return your tender young” “It was not love that made me what! Tam to-day, In me, sir, behold a1 tyr to the cause of sclence. “Until five years ago liquor had not passed these lips. But, not being sat- Isfled with being a model of sobriety | myself, T sought some means by which | to help my less fortunate fellow man "So it was that when tho Institute! for the Alleviation, of Alcoholic Ilu-| i advertised for volunteer sub-/ s'ons Jects I was among the first to respond. “They poured whiskey down me un-| til I saw ultra-marine elephants; then they gave me brandy, and I saw pink mice; then they fed me gin until I be-| gan to shy things at those yowling lavender cats, and finally they soaked me in absinthe until I thought I'd go insane from the yapping purple poodles that were forever snapping at my heels. ‘The chronic consumer stopped short “Phat was bad enough, but when they | and, with eles distended with horror, got to arguing about the significance of | followed something imaginary across Hl le the resuits—well you know what tt Is | {PE Moor | ea phrinke when doctors) disagree jing back "Whiskey! Quick! Ugh! “The head of one faction, the old or | gulping it down detest pink.” +] Serrano) My “Cycle of Readings,” By Count Tolstoy. —— Translated by Herman Bernstein. —— (Copyrighted by the Press Publishing Company, the New York World, 1908.) pyrighted by Htrman Bernstein.) d paragraphs are Count Tolstoy's original comments on the subject | Humility. | UMILITY places man on a firm basis, where he is | able (o perform the work he is destined to do, The higher he raises himself the more unsafe FEB, | becomes his position. 11 ° AN should be like water. When there {s no obstruction iM tt flows on; when there is a dam tt stops; when te§§- =” dam breaks the water flows on again; in a square vessel the water t@ | square; in a round vessel it 1s round. That 1s why It 1s more essential than ange thing and more powerful.—Lao-Tse, ae UMILITY consists tn realizing your sins and in not considering your good deeds as a virtue, Cee WISE man feels grieved at his powerlessness to do the good which he de sires to do, but he does not feel grieved because people do not know og because they Judge him wrongly.—Chinese Wisdom, Tee HEN a wise man adheres to the law of virtue he conceals this from the eyes. of the people and does not regret that he ts unknown.—Confuelus, A E who seeks learning grows from day to day In the eves of the world H He who seeks reason grows smaller from day to day. He Is forever growing smaller, until he reaches the stata of complete humility. When he | has reached complete humility there !s nothing in the world that he could not ee | complish.—Lao- eee OWEVER little a man knows himself there Is none who d thing worse about himself than about somebody else.—W not know some v7 RR | HE first distingulshing trait of a good and wise man consists In his realinae iT tlon that he knows very little, that there are many wiser people than he Je and that he always wants to find out something, to learn and not to teaeh, ‘Those who dasire to teach or to guide can nelther teacn nor guide well.—Ruskiny eee H © who knows himself dest of all has the least respect for himself. |E | eee NDEAVOR to discover your powers. Having discovered them, fear not to underrate them, but fear to overrate them. In the One-Cent Daily Magazine of The Evening World Next Monday