The evening world. Newspaper, December 1, 1910, Page 19

New Plays .The Onn Terry and Neilson at Their Best in “Henry of Navarre.” a Ss ~ Fat S EY CHARLES DARNTON. WORDS and siiks! Brave men and brocaded ladies! Potsoned cups and S fecret closets! All these and more are to be see “Ilenry of Navarre,” for the Huguenots have come to town and they're raising @ devil of a #004 time at the Knickerbocker Theatre for those who take savage delight in romantic melodrama, It requires litule discernment to see that Fred Terry and Sulla Nellson made in @ big mistake in opentug their American engagem: for, taken f of Navarre’ ‘The Scarlet Pimpernel,’ what it 9 worta, “sentry is so much better that there is no comparison, Moreover, both Mr, Terry and Miss Nelison are seen at heir best in the play that William Dev- erewux has cut out of French history 1) a sword that isn’t dull enough to bot r too much about facts. The remarkable thing about thts really interesting « id beautiful pro- duction is the froshnoes ond spirit that the two pic jal stars e to a play in which they have appeared for year Mr. Terry's perfor iance ‘3 dist! gulshe? for its dazh and charm. If a better actor for this sort of thing exists I've ni ful, swash heart, He Is grace dumorous and haman—in short, 9 yuckling hero after your own It it happens to be @ bit old He carries the four acts #¢ easily and so » hours go by without of ucking sound ‘romantic 2 of true lov seen him tt ts wor JULIA OSTRTTaRS PG uish would All MAY SEIN lth anv? x though the ixom May cot n't be ee, MARGUERITE to fill taem if sho left everyth! Rature. Although Miss Netlson playfully hoists the rear extension when she asks Henry if he thought it part of her real self, she makes Marguerite de Valois strangely virtuous for a lady who was guilty of one or two indls. efetions which the chaste author of 19 been good enough tc forget. At times her voice sounds as though her dress had forgotten its gen- erosity at the waist, but she acts much more charm than she displayed in “The Scarlet Pimpernel’ and ts 89 wood to look at that your eyes never get tired of their job. If she should walk down Fifth avenue in her best farthingale the buildings would prob- ably keep right on moving back until they bumped into Broadway, Margue- rite is go well protected that there Is no occasion to fear the worst, even when she fends the wicked Duc de Guise the ribbon that means he may come to her room. She 1s a perfect 1 under ali circumstances and a devoted wife whenever opportunity offers. This opportunity, as a matter of romantic fact, doesn’t really offer ttscit until the end of the play, when Henry fs the only Huguenot on the premises who fsn't down and out, He's a bit down in the mouth, but he can si give old Catherine de Medict the laugh for her vain attempts to ktl him off with poisoned wine and smoke him out with a deadly powder that makes the royal chimney draw badly. Bo all ends as well as a fond embrace TERRY et FIENRY of NAVARRE Betty Vincent’s | . Presents and Love. OUNG men, the girls who I!ke you for the theatres you take them to and the candy you bring them are Y not worth having as friends, | 1 am telling you this so that when you find you belteve | these are really the things for which some girl is receivis your attentions you will have the digalty and self-respe: to give her up. | 1 am prompted to this little sermon b eral letters I have received lotely f me for advice. Jack or Billy will “ladmire a y rl ve the tone of sev: | ung men asking | ed apon | i have call me her frequently. Howe y lost my position, and | ae 60 for the prevent I have been unablo to take her to the | theatre and ¢ rties as I was in the h of doing. Stace then I have fancied she does not reveive me as cori as she formerly did.” Now, my dear young men, I personally do not believe there are very many eirle who permit men to call upon them just for the sake of the candy or flowers they may bring. But if you actually belleve this to be true of gave up her friendship. Lost Pos'tion. | | ome girl it is high time you | quaintances, THe does not care to go out fo naturally we stay at home a grea YOU man who signs his le deal ing man has never A “G. A." wr poke nd I am com- | “I made me e never wil What | young la ied | ally, I told Ler I a ltue te ed to the 3 ehe loved e Then s. \ i her iny i} and was of y rece and permit otaer f! en to call on you, Office. | places of a ~ame They Are .n Love. and live wita ay ¥ evather W wects to F “of aitte: y tron do you Ido» the you Are Engaged. with th Ke you love AOL 10 signs he a ix eavaliana al { choice. Cy 30 rse the Five Y Bs F letter “W, 1” raged to marry tyst Christ to marry ea ans. ater GIRL who signs her letter “A. Ie") Unde, Ircumstances you may gly “A young man has been calling| would like. You are only Mmited to yon me for five years and at his est I have given up all other men ac- books &c,, When you are not engaged jt marry the young man, | | elf with the beautiful sight of Mr, Terry | cam make it. Stage history repeats it “and Miss Neilson tn each other's arms. French history doesn’t matter fn this case. “Henry of Navarre’ {s wood enough to be taken for granted, eae aenaeaael wennnrone | |Advice to Lovers) Oh, You Ophelia! «ve Copyright, 1910, ty The Press Publishing Oo. (The New York World). Ss BTA Bs i. res, By Clare Victor Dwiggins % 12t — ¢ py The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursday, December 1, 1910. Zomewhard So mes ofp, Copyright, 1910, by The Prem Publishing Oa (The New NOW SHOVEL IT LIKE 1 TOLO YER, FER I'm Gay BACK To LOOK, AN IF ITAINT RIGHT, ULL TAKE OF NICKEL BACK V USUALLY GITS MORE FER SNow! But SEEIN' IT6& You=\'L1. 00 IT FER A QUARTER, 7 {¢} Rei THERES Fy MISTAE # GIVE ME OAT GAME ABOUT BEIM OE 9053 OF DE SHACK! YOURE BUTTIN| IN To 00 Cis FoOR KID OUT OF HIS MONEY KNOW Your KIND! ! Ow! Now I'LL LOSE ME NICKEL! (M GOIN’ TO FIND DE MAN It Courrighty 110, Uy the Bows Pubtishing Co, n knows, for up there on top of |@nd daughter of us longs for the word, ae ; si hill he has run the gamut of it the trifle, the email gift that REAS By Sophie Irene Loeb. k He knows! SURES, be it so humble. ECEMIER—tae nth of a » know we all of Therefore io that w Child ne KINDS of kiddies, rich or f nd thus fird ourselves in the “fortu- | a!l similar subjects pro and con may . H i r, be IT kn that no | hang fire and may materta in the or (no, not VERY) how rich we are, no m middle distance, ONE th 5 EV pad, white or t is given unto us, there is NO The highways and byways of black--all, ALL GREATER JOY than tn doing SOME- DAY are alive with wee one know the mouth , THING for SOMBBODY, whose little brains have no thought of of Decembe We may delude ourselves with the the FUTURE (and y haven't ‘Malde | fear ist, “Don't do nothin’ for nobody | but whose WHOL 4 surained up lig the h for you." But tn the ever-iiving PRESUN'T. and tradition upon the ‘The eyetess doll, the broken top, ta as the ages have 3 generally much tragedy from their viewpoint as is made It the GOOD Te the loss of something REAL in the CHEER period of a | vision of the grown-up. the ye The P. interest in the | No matter what the alpha and omega rardened old 1 rewonl of we- of existence, at least each of uy has * bachelor, the r now-tak ercolteat! a child wit t LONG man, the poor, the be n the! If Dickens alive ¢ $ and DISAPPOINT) nd 4 thief, the doctor, the law @ Indiar S espon e t of chief—who among them do think CROC knows H¢ ua of SOM little tot tine t int : Just as Joaquin Miller says ) r to wave aaaics Low, dusty and lone end a sweet ed unto him the ned dark 1 , f babe's smiles, pivarsupalulsciea ie h af wa i Ae! a i Dd SPAIR | 4nd these, oh, friend, are the fortue woo sioRtt" les certainly Christmas brings Ite oblt mate tslea, Just that! And every mother's eon Yoru Word H4 PLEASE | * Ll MORE EXTRAVAGANCE! PAYING A BABY ‘To Oc) THIS WHEN 1 CAN DO IT BETTER MYSELF! GIVE ME. ‘THAT SHOVEL Il teor } Zon PEPPERBI IF YoU WERE ONLY AMAN! 11 | 1A iiM For w December---The Christmas Month eee Y | We often are so in- t begins AT HOME uusly let 1t END there, e sweetheart kiss un- her's an of thanks— half 80 much to the silently be er »” may king at your very do — ANT wee waits & tho epirit of » thoumand 4 awalt Santa Claus © world IS getting HUMAN attrthute It 4s manifested tn every MINUTE, It ts ® to find; and ot Kris Kringte | For tt reacts on jates tho sunbeams POR A L ME FIND TO BRING HIM A BIT OF gations with presents for moter, sister, CHRISTMAS CHER!" je of | ts] A CRIME RIDDLE NOBODY COULD GUESS The Window at || The White Cat By Mary Roberts Rinehart Author of “7 DAYS" (Copyright, 1910, by Hobhe-Merrill Company.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, Treasurer, White Cat, table beside her and took out @ folded Paper. I had to contro: cay impatience while she changed her glasses and read | tt stowly. Margery,” aa Feat ee: Re, | “Hepple found tt on tre back perah. under a milk hottie,” she prefaced. Then she read {t to me, I do not remember |) the wording, and Miss Letitia retuseds™ both then and later, to let it out of hes hands, As a result, unlike the others 5 manuscripts In the case, I have not even \ Acopy. The substance, shorn of tts ad } Spelling and grammar, was this: i ‘The writer knew where Miss Jane was, the Inference being that he was re& sponsible, She was well and happy, but she had happened to read a newspaper with an account of her disappearance’ Knox, to in the F © dumb ‘employed by U Knox to drop ‘the Hutler arrives at the Knox wreck. A handaome. wor oad inv and {t had worried her, The payment ig ‘poutice | Of the #matl sum of five thousand @ol- . , RUT a tyes Laie | Inre would send her back as well as @he® Hotb, iat ay eho left. The amount, left in @ ta, Gery'e aunt, sleter of the iissng Jan | ean on the base of the Maitland shaft fn ————— | tho cemotery, would bring the a * ory lady back within twentyfour hours, CHAPTER XIX. the contrary, If the rectptent of the fet. (Continued) ter notified the police, tt would go hard | with Miss Jane. T seemed to mo everything | “What do you think of It?" she ested. pointed in one direction—to | tooking at me over her glasses, “Tf he & malignity against Flem-| was fool enough to be carried away by - ing that extended itself to) man that spells cemetery with ome the daughter. I thought of | m she deacrves what she's got. Ama t What the woman who claimed to| won't pay five thousand, anyhow; it's be the dead man's second wife had | oitirely too much." said the day before, If the stalr- | wie qoean't round quite genuine to me” caso she had spoken of wpened into! y gaia, ending it over. “I should oee—~ the room where Fleming was shot.|taimy not leave any money until we) and if Schwartz was in town at the time, |) \4 tre to find who left this.” | then, in view of her story that he had| 1.) ot go gure but what she'd better | already tried once to kill him, the Iikelt- | stay a while, anyhow,” Miss Letitia pur | hood was that Schwarta was at least} i” oY that we k-ow she’s living, | pee rere T aln't #0 particular when she gots If Wardrop knew that why had he not! ,,"\" ghee :-en notionate lately, emy> denounced him? Waa I to believe that, | 5, oN | tter all the mystery, the num eleven twenty-two was to resolve itself Into the number of a he Would it be typical joe the Schwartz I knew to pin bits of paper to a man's pillow? On the other hand, if he had reason to think that Fleming had papers that would tner! Inate him, it would be like Schwartz to hire rome one to search for them, and he would be equal to having Wardrop robbed of the money he was taking to Fleming. Granting that Schwartz had killed Fleming—then who was the woman with Wardrop the night he was robbed? Why did he take the pearls and sell them? How did the number eleven twenty-two come into Aunt Jane's pos- session? How did the leather bag get to Boston? Who had chloroformed Mar- ery? Who had been using the Flen- {ng house while it was closed? Most important of all now—where was Aunt Jane? The house at Bellwood looked almost cheerful in the May sunshine as I went up the walk, Nothing ever changed the straight folds of the old-fashioned Ince curtains; no dog ever tracked the porch or buried | sacrilegious and odorous bones on the’ | level lawn; the birds were nesting tn t | trees, well above the reach of Robert's | | ladder, but they were decorous, well be- | | haved birds, whose prim courting never | partook of the exuberance of thelr; | neighbors’, bursting thelr ittle throats {n an elm above the baby perambulator | in the next yard, When Hella had let me tn and I stood once more in the stratght hall, with the green rep chairs and the Japanese um. vrella atv.od, involuntarily I istened for | the tap of Miss Jane's email feet on the | stairs, Listead came Bella's heavy tread | and @ request from Miss Letitia that 1/ | go upstairs, | ‘The old iady was sitting by a window of ber bedroom in a chintz upholstered I had deen reading ‘he note again. “There's one thing here that makes me doubt the whole story,” Isaid. “What's this about her reading the papers? 1 thought her reading glasses were found in the Ibrary.” Misa Letitia anatched the paper from me and read tt again. “Reading the paper!” she sniffed. “You've got more sense than I've been giving you credit for, Knox. Her glasses are here this minute; without them ehe can't see to acratch her nose.” Tt was a disapnointment to me, el though the explanation was «tmple enough. It was surprising that we had not had more attempts te play on our fears, But the really important thing bearing on Mise Janc’s departure was when Heppte came into the room, with her apron turned up Ike @ pocket and her dust cap pushed down over her eyes Mike the slouch hat of @ Bowery tough. When she got to the middle of the room she stopped and abruptly dropped the corners of her apron. There rolled out a heteroreneous cotfection of things; ") & white mustin rorment which proved to be « nightgown, » long sleeves and \ Meh collar; a half-c hate curliresB. mew those; Filth had been seen, ts midnight emergencies, with lor hi twisted around just euch instrumen: torture—a #hoe buttoner; @ ratiroad map, and one new end unworn black Mid/\/~ love. Mine Letitia chang: her glasses @e MWerately, and took a comprehensive survey of the things on the floor. ‘Where did you get ‘em? she eatd fixing Henpte with an awful eye t ‘I found ‘em etuffed under the blank. ets in the chest of drawers in the attic,” Hepple shouted at her. “If we'd washed blankets last week, as I wanted to”— ‘Shut up!" Miss Letitia sata shortly, and Hepple's thin Ups closed with @ chair, She did not appear to be feevie; | snap. “Now, then, Knox, what de you! | the only change I noticed was @ re-| make of that?” oT Jaxation tn the severe tidiness of her; “If that's the nightgown she was | Gress, J guessed that Miss Jane's ex-| wearing the night she disappeared I | quistte neatness had been responsible think tt shows one thing very clearly, Miss Maitland, She was not abducted, and knew perfectly well what ghe was about. None of her clothes was. missing, and that threw us off @he || track; but look at this new glove! @he may ave had new things to put on left the old, The map—well, she was going somewhere, with a definite pure pose. When we find out what took er away we will find he: “Humph!" for the white ruchings, the soft capa | | and the spotless shoulder shawls whica | nad made lovely thetr latter years, | | "You've taken your own time about | coming, haven't you? Miss Letitia asked sourly, “If it hadn't been for that cousin of yours you sent here, Burton, I'd have been driven to send- ing for Amelia Miles, and when I send for Amelia Miles for company I'm tn a bad way.” “1 have had a great deal to attend to,” I said as loud aa I could. “I came some | she was prepared for wha’ days ago to tell you Mr, Fleming was| “I don't belleve a word of 1 dead; after that We hud to bury him,| lady burst out. “Bho didn’t have a and clove the house, It's been @ very | secret; she wae the kind that coulda‘t Keep a secret. She wasn't responsible, T tell you; she was extravagant. Look at that glove! And she had three pairs’ half worn in her bureau, t “Miss Maitland,” I asked a ‘aid you ever hear of eleven twenty leave anything? she inter- rupted, “It Jam’t sad at all unlers he didn’t leave anything. “Ho left vory little. The house, per- haps, and I reg: t to have to tell you that a woman came to me yester who claims to be @ second wife," She took off her glasses, wiped them and put them on agad “Phen,” she suld with @ snap, “there's one other woman in the world as big a r Martha was, I dida't there were two of ‘em, What do ar about Jane?" | last thne 1 was here,* I shouted, | “you thought she was dead; have you changed your mind?” leven twenty-two what? “Just the number, eleven twenty-twa,* I repeated. “Does {t mean anything te! you? Has tt any significance?’ “{ should say it has,” she retorted, “In |the last ten years the Colored Orphaaw Home has cared for, fed, clothed and pampered exactly eleven hundred and twenty-two colored children of every condition of shape and misshape, braiay ¢ and no brains.” a “The last time you wore here,” she| “It bas no other connection?” ane! said with dignity, "L thought @ good! ‘Hleven twenty-two? Twice eleven te | many things that were wrong. I thougnt| twenty-two, if that’s any help. No I | 1 had lost some Of the pearls, but I] can’t think of anything, I loaned Allan. « hadn't.” |Fieming a thousand dollars once; I “What! I exclaimed, tncredulously,| guess my mind was falling. It would put her hands on the aris of her| be about eleven twenty-two by this chat and, lean forw not the | time.” da at me victously Neither of which explanations sufficed “4 I—had- — s#ome—of—the—| for the little scrap found in Miss J&he's pearls vaven't." room. Wha had i a expect me to q with her filght? Where was she now? Pe tons ane Galea te ve: bar What was eleven twenty-two? And way - : Gid Miss Letitia deny that she had lost j But why on earth she had changed her/ the pearls, when L ali kasw jugt a te about the pearls was beyond! nine of the ten had be . Who bad nodde 1 sa ms | bought them, and much he had paid? (To Be © > BARGAINS, Uncle Hiram—So ye won't pay 80 cents to see “High Lite in New York" at the oprey house to-night? Uncle Eben—Not much, when I kim wait till next week an’ ‘Low Life im Paris” fer a quarter,~—Puck, ’ omprohensively, I'm glad to know Now, the next ¢ Spproximately Row tinued.) she sald tartly. you avout," Phis time I did get out | of my cha What on earth do you mean, Miss Letitia? Why, we've been scouring the country for he: Bbe opened « religious monthly on the