The evening world. Newspaper, March 31, 1909, Page 17

Ss The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wedne BY CHARLE the lady who takes the downward I Square Garden, Was on straight; * self up against in the Garden Theatre, jive me liberty or g' Robert Drouet as Valentin. @his new skin game, She has fascinate bil that sort of thing, you know, only to Ber to love him, and the laugh is on hi Up to this point "The Conf! is an ill something more than time, and so ‘worst is yet to come. When Mr. Samuels gets In his dead ‘work along “original” 3 you can a@lmost see crepe on t jar gate, Be brings an intolera young man fll the way from California to adver- Wise the glories of that State and yawp e@bout “Paree.” Incidentally, Raphael flearns that he fs rich in mining stock. But he isn't feeling very well in spite wt his good luck. He has been “wish ng” more than {8 good for him. Mr, Robert Drouet takes the part of Baphael very hard. He hasn't fallen off in flesh, and he laughs with great @nthusiasm, but he looks pale and al- q@ost wished out. Something alls him, you can see that, and you feel Wather sorry for him. He seems to be Buffering from a bad attack of act- fing, with complications in the form of Miss Helen Robertson, as the lady who wants him to enjoy life on the Euro- pean plan, and Miss Florence Lester, @s Berenice, who dresses in white and wonducts herself accordingly. Berenice does everyth but for Raphael, and her mother plays the organ. But even the organ ‘om: paniment to the nflict” has no ter- rors for the “woman of the world.” Bhe keeps pulling the poor, weak chap toward the door, and succeeds tn really interesting him, but just at the critical pray moment Berenice shows gr @trength, and virtue triumphs wi Meanwhile the old second-ha @nd got a second-hand wish for his pa'ns has been making a silly ass of him- welt over a chorus She is too busy to drop ar in the last act, but you gee her picture. It's very g: The old ma ad, Ile dresses like a “Johnny,” but he's ¢ doesn't love hin ninety, you see, and she's only twenty-two, ‘Trotting after her tires dfully, He really goes the s off and dies, Ain't it awful, Mabel! ‘pace that kills ; There Is wre HB! RE act i and coffee and even frozer “This milk is made of the boiled in water ————_+¢ a js a bean milk,” “The Conflict” an AYpful Stab at Balzac. elreus should ever g0 wrong and break through the north wall of Madison she would probably cry, afte: he Conflict,” one of the worst things that has ever happened ad ‘ler who brought out the wild ass's skin After the liquid turns white, lee | WHEE THERE'S AN ORFUL LOT OF MONEY Comin’) S DARNTON. path In the acrobatic automobile at the making sure that her hair | ive me death!” Bor she would find her- To prove that he ts a brave young manage Paul H. Liebler “recom: mends” the play, ‘The programme Says so. It lets out Balzac by de- seribing “The Conflict” as “a drama of the emotions founded upon the ce tral conception of Balzac's ‘La Peau de Chagrin’ (The Wild Ass’s Skin), of which, however, tt does not purport to be a dramatization.” In other words, Balzac escapes by the skin of his teeth, Mr. Liebler doesn't “recommend” any- thing but e@ Conflict.” ‘This done, he betrays the author, Maurice V. Sam- uels, in smaller type than he uses in honor of himself, After the first act even a bookworm couldn't find Balzac, All trace of him vanishes once Raphael de Valen- tin takes the skin cure for sulcide from old Caesar Resapha, and starts in having his wish, He is warned that the wild ass's skin will shrink, and that his years will shtink accordingly | every Ume he wishes for anything, but «a with the recklessness of youth he squanders an extra wish on the old second-hand dealer, and laughs at su. perstition—ha! hal!—ha! ha! ha!—ltke LeU Tse A SET ype that, But when he finds himself face to how . The essential difference between the face with Fedora, “a woman of the he| the former, world” and an awfully bad aciregs, mune es Satis arin ee Ne Ana HO Dat oette fs to have you! Slugked, whereas the latter knows that Ti Ec oo PL eat tna smoke yourself to) she can't be, and is defiant when nailed, Se ata Races death, now that, £0 there now! give i rah igh eu now he wishes she's. making a| In thinking out a business problem at can look pretty er (add ha va's! to sult), iT ‘tos he atest lecatic collection of those! home, don't stride up and down the awful stab at Balzac, but It promises to) CLARENCE-L CULLEN Apartment and tousle your hair, She prize coupons? What Every Wife Ought to Know (but doesn’t); ‘That a man would as lief osculate a deep-sea drum-fish as kiss a woman with a cold-creamed face. Some husbands are so infernally mean that they'd rather have their wives taunt them with being no-account | poker players than to fork over all of their poker winnings to the taunters, Women are instinctively suspicious of that which it is impossible for them to understand—the | toith which men treat each other, fur one example. l In the Sc you wait, heping for the best, But the | soyaity harmony. N. Sheldon Lewis as Resapha. organ rolls. Bean Milk * said the milkman, “It 1s drunk, put in 1 for ice-cream. ‘Fhe Japs are its invent- } The bean Is first soaked, then agar and phosphate of Soja bean, potash are added, and the boiling is kept up till a substance of the thickness of Molasses is obtained. z “Nobody could tel! this bean milk from condensed milk, and, when water 1s ancl nt history? @dded, it can't ve told from the fresh, The Japanese poor use nothing else”! DUNCE—I—I—er—forget. Philadelphia Bulle woman of modern history, honest! Madam Swastika can't help but view those moves Wise than as indications that you are be- ing tortured by the accusations of a sin-smudged conscience, It's always a good thing, upon return- ing from a little trip, to tell her that you haven't seen a woman anywhere who, for looks, was one-two-twenty with her, She may wonder privately if your eyes are going back on you, but she will like it all the same, Among the few remaining com pensotions this one stands out: They won't be able to fashion a hipless ‘bathing suit. hoolroom TEACHER—Now, stupid, who was the most beautiful woman of |She’ll Teil Your Fortune| other-| sald that ) OH SAY,OL Meditations of a Married Man It appears to be taking women a long OTICE perfectly! he-knocker and the she-gossip is that] time to find out that those black suede) will convince when caught at It, can be} high-topped shoes make their feet look as if they were afflicted with elephant- fast An Ante-Seasonal Hint engaging while root- ing violently at a ball game. When if it was ‘Tennyson— “A woman's crowning glory is her hair,” “rats,” instead of being used ag crowns, were still pursuing their | activities under ground, Queer, isn't it, that just as soon as you stake yourself to a safety razor your wife cuts out her habit of chirp. ing to you while you're shaving? A man must just naturally hate peace | t when, whether it be true or not, he ac- | * cuses his wife of having flat feet, No woman! ‘ennyson- There are more than a hundred minor physical reasons why a man may be} rejected for a life insurance policy. | When he tells his wife about his re-! “Do you know what uappens to little to school?” But I think you are the most beautiful | \ “No, YOu LET ME HAVE THAT | pound of mixed chocolates half an hour lat the time when, after you've told ‘her something in strict confidence, jhome, hungr: By J. K. Bryans | 0 nn nnn nanan & | But I specs I'm a-goin’ to find out pretty quic MAN CAN TEN t LOANEO} ‘You .AST 74h OF Jury 4 By Clarence L.Cullea | though, nothing in the world her that he isn't going to some time next week, Jection, die If digestive power were the test, Women would gain the vote without a Strugg Bver see her eat about a before dinner and then attack the dinner as if she hadn't had meal since last | Tuesday week? Certainly, she thinks she means it she solemnly promises “never to re- | peat it to a living soui,” | So great is her power of self-control | that she is able to postpone having that ‘good cry” fron: the forenoon, when she | begins to calculate upon ft, tll you get | nd tired, In the evening, Familiar Quotation; “Now don't you honestly think that my hips have gone down Just a tweny-weeny tte bit? sday. March 31, 1909. |No, JI, — Gladys Escapes| girls who are naug).5 won't go OOQOEX The Long Arm of Mannister By E. Phillips Oppenheim, (Copyright, 1908, by Little, Brown & Co.) \G INSTALMENTS BYNOP8I6 OF PREC from London with Gaston Sinclair elup D: rlatine, the young and beautiful wife of friend, George Mannister. the couple across Manniater the world und South Ame y ‘They are exhausted and the long filght. i Christine has long gince bitterly repented of her fault and has ™ to loathe Sinclair, Paying no heed to fprainine wife, Mannister leads Sinclair @ wood, There he forces his foo to contess. Binel woman plotted to get Mannister out Sosiand that they might rob him in ‘and they therefore Incited CHAPTER I. (Continued.) The Noxious Gift, INCLAIR staggered up, a weak creature of a man; he was bent almost double, and hoe reached wearcely to the other's shoulder, Man- nister showed no signs of fatigue. His White linen riding suit was unsolled, bis tle and collar immaculate. His bande, though brown, were unblistere nd his nails well cared for. He m very well have been riding through tb Dis on a Simla picnic. If he had sut- fered through tt tireless ch bard, bronzed face ed little stgns of ft. Compared with the creature by his side was ney His left hand he lald upon Sinclair's @rooping shoulder, with his right fore- Gnger he pointed to where they had at e, his iF says that seven men and | ait eternity would de, however, only | 84d, jock market, . ton to elope with Mannister's wife, jowing the husband would follow the fugt- | » for the rest, the love of a woman is to CDCOODEDODDGOOIVOOES. TOOK me for you, Never mind, You must © do your best. There ts but one royal jroad through life for you—and along that road you must go hand In hand “ lone to your grave. For the smalier jloft the woman, A covered wagon was & ’ Rate CRB M218 . matters, you will find that there is there now, and a fire smoking., Tne money enough In her name to keep you Woman herself was just visible, reclin- ing In a camp chair. Mannister's voice {0 starving, and T shall require to Sa elawee ana Gate ‘dellesrete hear of your marriage within two “ginclair,” he said, “you see there| Months. My divorce decree ts befsre [the courts,” your life, You have done me, as a ma i) the greatest Injury which one maa has| “She will not marry me," Sinclair said learnt in nineteon hundred years to in-|SUllenly, “We do not speak, All day {flict upon another, In leaving you and night she weeps because of what allye upon tho earth I make no pre-/sh@ has done,” To kick you; “What you won once," Manniste: “when surely everything was The vengeance |484inst you, you can win again now ‘The| When she {8 alone in the world, and Woman is yours by right of theft. 1) the poor remnants of her honor are in |leave you together, and I leave you tne| Your Keeping, At any rate you must leare of her a charge upon your ilfe, try, Remember that it !s for your 1! Orly remember that my arm ts long, |*89t you plead. Come.” ae as you deal with her, so shall you! The two men approached the camp dealt with by me." sido by side, Mannister leading —b le She loves me no more! She ts weary | horse by the bridle, tall, lim, debonal latready!” tho man muttered, ‘There Ia|Sinclair hobbling by his side, bent and no path In life which we could tread to-| broken, with dulled eyes and wanaering | gether.'* footsteps, The woman feaned forwerd | 0 Iate,"” Mannister answered.|to watch them coming Her Ips wore “You must hew one, axe in hand, even| parted, a tinge of color had come back if {t be through the wilderness, And|to her cheeks. Her beautiful eyes were fastened upon Mannister—it seemed as though she were fighting with all thoro was of life left in her to craw from jtense at forgiving you. the caprice of a child. of God and man strikes deeper. is > won by the man on whom she leans, You must win hers, Sinclair, You played the lover well enough, no doubt, | his stony face one single sign of Tecogni- when you took her from my home, See} tion. He came and went amongst his taut you play it again, and to good our-| servants, giving brief orders; once he 4 almost brushed her skirts, and passed Med to he I worked upon her|by with blank, unseeing eyes, She dia Jealousy!" Sinclair muttered, not exist for him! He did not speak io “My common sense has already as-|her! He could ignore her so completely sured me of that," Mannister an-jehe could act as though abe were al- pove," | ;swered, “else she would never have left) ready dead! OOM Foster and faster came hee breath, and whiter grew her ilps. She loved b She had known ft in the long nights, she had felt It Ike a mortal pain piercing her burden of tn- tolerable shame. Now he was coming nearer—he hud passed. He was upon his horse--how well he alwuys looned upon horseback!—and her fingers were éripping the shoulder of the poor creature m she loathed. sald, looking dow yard wi th a flash from his steely blue ‘Remember, Sinclair!’ His horse plunged, and he was gallop. Ing away. She sprang to her teet—a cry of anguish broke at las; from hor lips, ! nit wh dey ell me that he is c tng back!" fo Js coming back!" she shrlekod.! “He Is never coming back!" Sinclair! sald sullenly, She looked at him for one moment, and her heart sickened with loathing. n y along the level road the figure of the retreating horseman grew emalter ang stnaller, Shoe tottered, and ‘¢eii ard upon her face, Sinclair sat \stili and understood why he was alive. CHAPTER II, LITTER of flower, Traske and the Bracelet. siass and perfume of the must of women's G the sparkle of jewels [upon white bosoms, all the nameless air of content and well-being which per- vades 2 a re@tauran’ as Luigi's dur su ing the holy hour of aU Englishmen—the hour when he dines, The little orches- Whese soft, reatralned playing was Mannister, the Avenger, Seeks Out His s Foes and Sing! ie-Handed Crushes Them one of the charms of the place, had! Just finished the “Salut D'Amour.” Smoothly shining heads were bent to- ward more elaborate colffures; whls- pers and smiles and giances, lit with meaning, flashed backward and for- ward between the occupants of the small tables, Dark visaged maitres dhotel, deft and cager, watched the sc with Interest. At one table a lange round one near the door, there any signs of dissatisfaction, r four, and there They rep- titude of wait- The table was laid were but three men Tesented the obvious ng for the tardy guest. The eldest of jthe party, bald-headed, with gold-rim- ined spectacles, pink checks and smoo:h- shaven fa yked continually at ii watch and vent forward to see every new arrival, The other two men were talking to one another tn earnest whis- pers. Luigi himself came up to the tabie and bowed to his customers with all :he ease of a long acquaintance. “Mr, Polsover Is later this e "You gentlemen," he remar that he will come, half-past eight, and t ordered for eight o'clock pun ed If we ared t eh walt any longer, man with “I'm hang Luigi,” ¢ tinned dinner. fellows st the gold- saw him only an hour or 80 ago,’ Traske declared—Traske, the junior of the par 1 tle of n> 1 » Well groomed, mmacul ng fashion of the struggling stockbroker. “He was jn at.Poole’s trying & coat on, and we, DEGOOVQOM. POOQDOGOHOON ed down the arcade.” ‘Say anything about to-night?” the other asked, “Only that later. By Jove, 4 blackguard! time?" wal we should meet again here he ts! Polsover, Do you know the They all turn towards him with a lit: tle chorus of protests and questions. And then as suddenly there was silence, Tho new arrival, tall, slim, and darker than the average Englishman, was owly unwinding his scarf and passing hat to the attendant. The eyes of | thre. men were fastened upon his Traske passed @ cocktail across, table, | “Have a drink, old chap,” he sald. | the face, sover took the glass and held !t/ With diflculty to lips almost as pale as | he white kid gloves which as yet he had not removed, He drained it, and) set down empty, Then he took his at the table. Th: silence was strained and unnatural, Waiters and maltres d’hotel melted way for qa moment, Traske leaned across the table, His volce was lowered | almost to a whisper—a whisper which, notwithstanding all his eff us hoarse and shaky. The words came out rk—harsh, staccato, lsover? ar ind halt fear. | His s still the color of He leaned across the table, and | ads of the four men were close ther, fannister 1s in London,” peved. “I have seen him. is coming here.” he whia- I belleve that he The Little Journeys & # of GLADYS As Told to the Inteiligence Lady, OOOO01 COO0000! from this office would care to assoctate with. Low brutes!" from a“ Turh’s Nest,’”’ as “Tell me, child!" demanded the Ime elligence Lady, now really alarmed, She Calls Mudji Bey’ 's| “Well, Mis’ Blowse, you told me that | this place had something to do with Household, polities or government or something, | Yes, consulate, that's what you sald, | There was a butler man called All which had the loveliest eyes I ever see, The third day he comes and asks me to marry him. I asks for tima Them eyes certainly was lovely, “But the Big Squeeze of the place le a guy by name of Mudji Bey and he's golng back to Turkey on the run to square hisself with the leader of his district. And the whole bunch is going back with him, “But All tells me there fs a lot of Turks here outside the organization which seeks his mastet’s life, Any= way, they was to sail to-morrow, and I was going to say ‘Yes’ to All and sail with ‘em-—now, you needn't look shocked, Mis’ Blowse, ‘cai I didn’t, and anyway you never seen them lovee ly eyes of his'n, “But this afternoon there comes a bomb into the kitchen window and blows up and puts out every pane of glass in the house. I 13 to the street and hojlers for All, He comes out to me and for the first time I learn of him tn his true colors. He says; “You are 'fraid 'boud dose Kom'? he says, sneering most cruel. ‘So,’ he says, ‘nevaire shall you be the wife of All, You are too much scare!’ he says, ‘Five wives 1 have in. Constantinop wlio are not so much scare by dose the | Jeet’ bom’, I will not have you for « Wife to go back wid me!’ “Now do you blame moe for quitting FAO CODD O0000000 000000, By Lindsay Denison. “ 1S' BLOWSE, did you call “M yourself a lady?" asked Gladys, approaching the In-| telligence Lidy with a red spot on each cheek and flashing eyes. “I certainly did!" ald the Intelll- gence Lady, glar- ing. “What may) be your kick now, Gladys? And may | 1 say that there 1s some people which kicks until thelr usefulness Is ended even to so LINDSAY DENISON. tong suffering a Gwendolyn Genevieve woman is Blowse?" “Then how, how, I the girl almost screamed, pen to send me Into that Turk’ Wa it that you wanted me nated?” “Ca'm yourself, child," sald che Intel- ligence Lady, ‘Ca'm yorusetf! Was anything out of the way about this Mud, Bey person?” "Out of the way!" exclaimed girl, “Why you told me they was dis- Ungulshed forelgners sojourning in this) |” orice) oly iain oy may corcaul ng country In the Interests of thelr coun- | eae the like? Five. wives?” aableg try and that It would be elevating tomy | ine to be the sixth?” mind and tmproving to my education, fou stayed out your guarantee,” said the intelligence Lady, "so I guess like w trip into foreign lands, to corey Fe nares Gh enemy thelr manners and customs, ‘Their | same in yout place. Five other wives? manners was sweet and lovely, But} And 1 always thought them Turks was they was not the sort that any lady | so refined! MY “CYCLE OF READING” . By Count loistoy ks, Mis’ Blowse,” ‘did you hap- nest? ausl- Translated by Herman Berastein vt Copyrighted by Herman Berastela : Ce ~~ ne Repentance. EPENTANCE meaans—to see all your viciousness, R all your weakness. Repentance ts the negation of all that 1s evil within you—it is the cleansing oj the reception of good. A tempts .o justify tmvelf, may become a monster,—The ‘Yaimud, eee 1 there is anything that deserves censure within you, hasten to declare this yourself. MAR. 31. KIND man, ff he does not admit his errors and at- anne THING softens tue heart so much as the admission ot guilt, and nothing N hardens It so much as the belief that you are justified in dolng what you we doing.—The Talmud, Ae HE more guilty you are before your conscience, the more toillingly you seek for the yuilt of others, especially of those defore whom you are guilty, Repentance is effectual only, then, when the man has resolved to leave eee GOOD man fs he who remembors his sins and torgets the good he has done; A Do not forgive yourself; then you shali be able to forgive others, Devout people aay; Blessed be our youth which has not disgraced our old age, But both the deyout and the repenting say; Blessed is he who Is free from sim, —The Talmud, off doing that which he te repenting. a bad man forgets his uns and remembers what good he,may have done, Repenting people say; Blessed be our old age which is redeeming our youth, One LESSED {s <1e man who repents his sing while he {s yet strong, Repent while B trench hae not yet forsaken you; add oil before the light has gone he Talinud. www HE skirt with the T Panel effect makes one of tho latest features of fashion, and is very pretty and generally becoming. 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Width of skirt at lower edge 41-4 yards, Pattern No. 6200 ts cut In sizes for a 2, 24, 2, 2S, W and 32 Inch walst measure, ® SROR ER PTAR TET TEA. | Call at THE EVENING WORLD MAY MANTON FASHION is BUREAU, No 132 East Twenty-third street, or send by mail to No. 142 West Twenty-seventh street Send 10 cents In colm or stamps for h pattern ordered IMPORTANT—Write your address plainly and always specify size wanted. Add two cents for letter postage if in @ hurry. One e (To Be Continued.) \