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ae | wwe The New Playss Copyright, 1910, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World) Sothern and Marlowe Stride Earnestly With “‘Macbeth.’’ BY CHARLES DARNTON. ‘T may sound rankly material to say that dollar-and-a-half Ghakespeare is I @ppreciated on Broadway, but such is the box-office statement at the Broad- & way Theatre, where E. “ut damned word!) “pa: ‘Thetr revival of this gory tragedy is well worth the price of admission. ‘Those good, earnest persons who go to the theatre only when they can get Shakespeare in large doses may feel their time and money well spent at th Broadway. Six acts, with scenes galore and & ballet that makes the witches seem like “A Midsummer Night's Dream," go to prove that the producers of the play @o not share Macbeth’s opinion, “It It were done, when ‘tis done, then ‘twere Well it were done quickly.” Sothern apd Marlowe, who strive enrnestly with “Macbeth,” certainly take thetr time about it, and count not the wear and tear on busy scenery, That ballet, with the rising moon to show it off, when Macbeth drops around for @ second chat with the witches seems quite superfluous, but if people talk About it—and they did jast night—1 suppose there's nothing more to be sald, But @ remark about those clanging sounds of war just before Macduff gets ready to ‘ay on" may be in order. ‘The din kept up behind the curtain inst night Sounded so much like the song of the @nvil with a trip-hammer obligato that the audience put in ite spare time laughing. The blacksmith shop effect ‘Showid be softened and shortened, For his part Mr. Sothern makes com- Puratively little noise. It is in giving ts the philosophy of Macbeth and In revealing a pea-green conscience that he is at best. In the nature of things he ts not a robust Macbet’, and he becomes such @ uervous wreck as soon Duncan is killed that Lady Macbeth has a job on her hands pl H. Sothern and Julia Marlowe are making “Macbeth” jog him up as he falls to his knees again and again. A more cowardly { Macbeth has never been seen. But Mr. Sothern pulls himself together afte: that Keene and puts considerable vigor Into fils votce and actions, so that you think better of him in the end. Although Miss Marlowe will never be numbered among the great Lady Mac- sia You RAVE Much Trou sil CSO are = beth, sh is admirable in the scene where se urges Macbeth to murder Duncan, first of all because of her gestures. The play of her ULIA MARLOWE = ms - is as vivid as lightning. She LADY MacBET?! -_— tot ~ + - Carts at Macbeth as though would strike him. e is swift and sure and dominant, But for the rest she falls back upon her charm, and seems little more than a lovely woman in distress. She never gives you a thrill of horror nor @ onl of terr>: e does not stab you with thet glittering speech, “Give me the Covyriant, HEY, You WAIT A MINUTE TILL, VEST THESE LGGS— wu THEY'RE FRESH CUT HEY MAY DE“ROTS AND SPOTS" FOR ALL 1 KNOW! dagzers’ 1:'s all done under her breath, so gently and mildly that one might W10, vw The Pree Publishing Co think the lacy were asking for @ teacup. Her sleep-walking scene suggests nothing more than a charming somnambulist who has forgotten to wash her hands before going to bed. Frederick Lewis is 2 soft-volced Macduff who tries vainly to be threatening. dney Mather easily takes third honors as Banque. There is nothing in the acting generally to excite enthusiasm, but the production as a awhole is worthy a place—say, fourth or fifth place—in the Sothern-Marlowe repertory. Maeteriinch’s “Mary Magdalenz.” T is nothing quite so startling as simplicity, The Bible showed us this INT KNOW HOW ‘To FIND OUT WHETHER THEY ARE ~ years a0, and now Maurice Macterlinek Is inspired to do dkewise. In Magdalene,” produced at the New Theatre by Liebler & Co., he has the ourage tov isualize two scenes that few moderp dramatiocs would dare to use. in the first act the mob is seen stoning Mary Magdalene while the volce af the Nazarene ix heard to say “Let lim that is without sin among you cast the first stone at her." and in the last act the Christ, guarded by Roman soldiers seen on Hix way ¢@ the cross, Not “Parsifal,” nor ‘The Servant in the House, nor “The Passing of the Third Floor Back” ventured so far as this, but aud emcees may have learned through these plays, or their natural common sense, to what the Passion Play teaches expensyvely in Oberammergau. ‘he one dramatic moment In the play 1s reached when Mary flees before the angry mob, This is admirably managed, and the first thrill is quickly followed by another when that single voice rises above the cries of the rabble. If Maeter- Hack could have gone as he began he would have achieved another victory of the spiritual on the stage. But unhappily there is pot another dramatic situation until the last act, when the scene between Mary and Verus, her Roman lover who looks upon the Nazarene as his rival, has strong as well ae subtle possid ties, The struggle between Mary's devotion to the Galilean's ideal of purity her temptation to yield to her lover to save Christ ts scarcely suggested by Miss Olga Nethersole, while Edward Mackay, as Verus, only serves to weaken the intererting situation, At no tin in fact, does Miss Nethersole suggest spiritual regeneration. From the bare shoulders of the courtesan to the bare feet of the penitent she fails io indicate the change of soul that the woman has experienced. A vision pf voluptu- ous opulence in her hobbled draperies and h€r Joad of precious stones, she should seem aj least a few stones lghter when she casts them aside. It is useless at this late day to speak of Miss Nethersole’s mannerisms, She cannot, or she will not, reform them. The artificial speech, the meaningless delivery of lines spoken with regard to sound rather than to sense, the irritating futility of gewtures—ail these mar the simplicity of the play. Arthur Forrest, as Annoeus Silanus, Is the noblest Roman of them all in manner, speech and appearance, Charm and distinction mark his performance: He seems like a finer and older Petronius out of “Quo Vadis." “Mr, Mackay, ‘on r hand, keems Uke a young man who has bitten off more than he can chew. Charles B. Hanford, as Appius, looks and talks like a “solld business man ’ Seenically, the production is singularly beautiful. But the tedious play Is made more tedious by the muste of the Russian Symphony Orchestra A = MY GRANOMOTHER. ALWAYS: ISHOOK THEM LIKE THIS, IF THEY KNOCKED, THEY WERE ae IVE OFTEN KNOWN & Betty Vincent’s — Assure You PiPpy THAT tom (Copyright, 1910, by Robte-Merril Company.) see AS Wee ave SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDIN eagerly, indicating the article in the on Te Gawd, Alay Firming, Sjatg, te paper, NOTHOUT JROP AAO tones davghter | not now~at least, it is not itG@ THE OE- K ry ave ti \ PoarmenT oF Th Ly he bel a | He looked reteved at that, but only for Meare (he figures a moment. Then the began to pace the tM |, an elderly aunt | mais arama aie fornehs Magpery ia eranged | her late father's secretary, Warimp. Knox, too, loves her. Chasing a a in Pieming home, Knox ", er gat, When | he Mi toe a teow jatter’s okt school fe and witow ive employed by th : Mr, en at tye Keox home, aa" he cote 8 A vet recline ~~ . she murried tian secretly three we Detiores Fleming a viva i the While. at vartz, in the Tliscunaen with “sion between fisey CHAPTER XXII. Continued.) found Miss Letitia lower hall, and Heppie on her knees with a hatchet, Be tween them sat a packing box, and they were having @ spirited discussion as to how it should be ed. | “Here, give it to me,” Miss Letitia nded « We stopped in the doorway, | “Yqu've got stove lengths there for two | days if you don't chop ‘em up into | splinter With the hatchet polsed In midair she saw us but she let It descend with con= siderable accuracy nevertheless, and greeting was made between thumps, ke as not it's & the expressage } F tn the benign “tyt If it's mineral water” — Something inside broke. “If it's mineral water,” I said, “you'd mistake’ | was prepaid, rash better let me open It, Mineral water te) meant for Internal use, and not for hall rpets.” I got the hatehet from het gradually, “I knew @ case once where @ bottle of halr tonic was spilled on @ rag carpet, and in a year they had It dyed with spots over ft and called ft « tiger skin.” yThe Window at #The White Cat By Mary Roberts Rinehart Author of vf DAYS” “In she conscious?” et eal room nervously, evidently debating some move. His next actin showed the devel- opment of @ resolution, fur he pusifed forward two chairs for Margery and myself. “it down, both of you," he directed, T've got a lot to say, and I wam you both to listen, When Margery hae heard the whole story, she will probably de- Sspise me for the rest of her life. I can't help It. I've got to tell afl T know, and Mt ien't #0 much after alt. You didn’t fool mo yesterday, Knox; I knew what that doctor wes after, But he couldnt make me tell who killed Mr. Fleming, because, before God, I didn’t know.” CHAPTER XXIV. Wardrop's Story. HAVE to co back to the night Miss Jane disap- peared—and that’s an- other thing that has driven me desperate. Will you tell me why I should be sus- pected of having a hand in that, when she had been a mother to me? If she §# dead she can't exonerate me; if she is living, and we find her, will tet you what I tell you—that I know noth- Ing of the whole terrible business.” “IT am quite certain of that, War- drop,” I interposed. ‘Resides, I think 1 have got to the bottom of that mys- tery.” Margery looked at me quickly, but I shook my head. It was too early to tell my suspictons, “The things that Ipoked biack against me were bad enough, but they had nothing to do with Miss Jane. I will have to go back to before the night she—went away, back to the time Mr. Butler was the State Treasurer, and your father, Margery, was his cashier, “Butler was pot a business man, He let too much responsibility lie with his subordinates—and then, according to the é sort of ware it was, and the lady who ets me right says it was Crown Derby, Then there were rows of cups and sucers, and heterogeneous articles in the © material that the women folks ed to understand, until Miss Letitia bad arranged it the dining ) table, aml Mars had taken all on wory haa ita some from | haa the era | oxcelgior was a bla Jat the kitehen end | ‘There was not th ender, but walle fepple loudly wept up the ha had oc begin to ask wheee they < and smoking mass of the grounds, slightest elue t Misa idea that urred to m ald tremutousty, , wort of thing she loves to do.” 1 had intended to ‘ bt i io an ain | velsted that 1 « Jane's room and ed for iis owner's not pretending ane Mattian with (her to Mine ow tt Was pre urn, to away know from what thie rouse In the middie of the night,” sie ld. “She was a good bit of a fool, June Was; she never grew up. But iff ku V Jane Maitland, #he will come back vt be buried with her people, if it's only to put Mary's bushand out of the end of the lot, And another thing, Knox,” she went 11 saw her old hands were shake jing. “1 told you the Inst time you were | here that 1 hadn't been robbed of any oe the pearl after all, Half ef th pearls were Jane's andwh @ pers fect rlwit to take forty-nine af them if |she wanted, She id me she Was tal and It sipped my ind i belleve tt wax the first He she had ever told in hér hard, conscientious old War she right? | wondered. Had Miss June taken the pearis, and if she hy? 29 bal been taking back about Was dn the acd got Jong walk; five, and as Mise middie of a dlatribe f her wrapy and ad-|robved him of to support his wife, ed from all four corners, did Mise! killed himself, at the White € And by “that time Heppte] She + the woodbox, and the, la the] Butler's place a Letitia rated | Lightfoot as ¢ kitchen and Bella the ia on, On, Margery yoleed the| was an unexpected call for funds, the it Aunt Jane were—all right,” she | Mohwarts carried things over himself. ¥ it would be just the} went to Plattsvurg as Mr. Fleming's » back to the city |Urer, and from the first 1 knew ¢hings Miss Letitia’s box had put | Were even wors eat cheerful bumon, and | Government She watched me suspictously while T| story, he couldn't do much anyhow straightened the nails she had bent! against Schwartz. The cashier was ens and iifted the boards, In the matter of | treiy under machine control, an! curtosity, Mies Letitia was truly femk | Rurler wan neglectful. You remember. nine; great handfuls of excelsior she| Kmox, the crash, when three dragged ow: herself, and heaped On| potten go the core, went under, Heppto's bive epron, stretched out o€] was found a lare amount of the floor money had gone, too. It was Fleming The article that had smashed under! who did it am sorry, Margery, but the vigor of Miss Lotitia's seventy years! thin ig no time to mince word: | lay on the top, it had been a & tof! “It was Fleming who deposited the some very beautiful ware, Ihave called | money in the wrecked banks, knowin: just now from my study to ask what| what would happen. When the crass came, Butler's sureties, to save them- selves, confivcated every dollar he had tn the World. Butler went to the peni- tentiary for six months, on some minor count, and when he got out, after writ- ing to Fleming and Schwarta, protes:- ing his innocence, and asking for enough out of the fortune they had he tt was very pale, but quiet. vith her fingers locked in her . 1er eyes on Wartrop. It * & bad business,” Wardrop went on wearily, “Fleming moved tnto treasurer, and took his cashier, That kept or twice, when there Mararcy treasury was almost empty, 4 Private seoretary when he became troas- than the average state ‘Gchwartz and Fleming had to hold together; they hated each other, and the forling was trebled when Fleming mar- thed Schwarts's divorced wife, “The woman Was a very ordinary person, but It seems Schwarts cared for her, and he tried to stab Mr. Fleming shortly after the marriage. About a year ago Mr. Fleming said another at- temp: had been made on bis jife with poison; he was very much alarmed, 1 noticed a change in him from that tthe on, Things were not going well at the Bohwartz and crowd were making dem: hard to suppl alt Meming was afraid to go out ‘ae night “He emplayed @ man to protect fm, 4 man named Carter, who had been « bartender in Plattsbu: When things began to happen here in Manchester he took Carter to his home as a butler. “I'm not proud of the reat of the story, Margery.” He stopped his ner- v ng and stood looking down at ‘T was engaged to marry a girl who was everything on earth to me, and—I_ was private secretary to the adie basis nace loet white undergarments for cole | State Treasurer, with the princely aal- Nare reery and he had alary of such a position! ir alone together. [had known] Mr. Plemi me back here when e urge, Chat it must co but under|the Borough Bank threatened failure, A vice t re) overs. 6 elvcumpta with my whole[and tried to get money enough to tide nA ure existence at stake, T was vaguelover the trouble. A half miliion would z aps ne " | o wi q was solored unde te have doomite but he Soman pet He” He 4 e rment vite orphans or the other | was In Butler's jon a hi f "“Sucd:n’’ Friendships, ( ive an a I a k e —Hlonotony Kay By Ethelyn Huston ad was gutity and Butlar was innocent.” He 4 ‘ Spell ‘Peace. | en | got away a tast T found Bella] paised a little money there, and 1 went ‘ M’ deer young people, do ot form friendshine too ° aPer = S8ce.., ting for me in the hall, Her eyes |to Platteburg with securities and letters, | quickly: vere ved with erying ond she had a] tt jan't necessary to go ever the things If you are @ girl, do not fee! that you know a ALATAFE pappied 0 aetna 5 titde unin Rian tadenn’c ision, babble pitt © cold finge: | compled newspaper in her hand. She |} suffered there; I throught back one hun- young man very weil he has called upon you a few Green fields.” Yet, living, he teresti ling, realize that of th and) sli ition ps through heart { puaa eae ae ie Rid alg Mgrs | |r ay ton henaens en yd io wy times, and present him with a photograph of yourself as a clung to the mock court Ite | mone 7 | that he had sold for painted to the wild pulse-beat, we lshe polned With ens Workeherdene Rican iabeac the teuit << testimonial of your interesi, If you do tls sort of thin that was his world, For like] I lerust’® of the nder el dow ong te Une | step With « etrante, ne igor to a column on the first page, It) He wavered for the first time tn his re- the chances are that you will soon wish you had ihat reason Mulberry Bend cling: primal 1 irring uneasily your | mour 1 gotten Bu t dln « tae 4 the announcement of dirs, Hutte chal. He went on more rapidly and photograph’ back again. to“lts choked and awarming tenements. | blood, #tinging you to forbidden dnelre vow io derek anbugh’ 1a: oh we whl | cident wud the mystery that] without looking at either of us. And, my dear yaung men, when you meet a girl whom | qt pefumes the country. and Both |a#trange lips, new love lize that alone. We are interdependent, And pot nied Ki. There was no mention! 1 carried, not in the valise, a bundle you think you admire, do not call upon her every evening | want their kind—the fellowship of the | peace is all that makes for permanence, eich day, brick by brick, we build for wit ’ the bore: | of Behwartx of letters, five dn all, which had been (it she will allow you to) until she believes, quite exeus- |. that is worth while? The mills of | good or in in eyes that tell you ec Lt Pens e: De een ee en iy Homey Bibien te Ms, ieee ably, that you have failen madly in love with her and wish Madame Manhattan is also interested. | the g id slowly, but they grind As the years pies our 208 inka 1 nea ‘ , y Wee a sib Rhona Lie easy Palin letters that For “ Ro OE a her to become your wife. Sudden Infatuations very, often | she jays @ cushion on the window-ledge | exceeding small. The law of compensa- We begin to rest in the Man 6 hia inp ’ ligent, but not criminal: accusing Flem- end as suddenly as they began. for her elbows and interestedly surveys | tlon never forgets, The dearer, “And it is the t a Amit fre eure and shakings of her|ing of having rulned him and demanding Do not permit yourself to belleve you can really care deeply for any one you| the passing show |. Falstaft’s visions of green fields were | Fat ‘ us to bring home our ed old ma eavy shoulders a8 she sar tn her} certain notes that would have proved have met but once or twice, Friendship and love—the kinds that last~grow| And Philadelphla—exolusive, haughty, {those of the sated man who has tried | grist from the mil of clubs, eroucht # deat | fave the stairs Bella told If Butler could have produced the siowly, You cannot possibly hope to gain thorough knowledge of any one quickly. | Quaker to its core—would be horrified jail things and found that the end Is| What © you, who found monoton the 1 of volces lon [me btefly that she had Uyed with Mrs. t hie trial things And it 1s a stupid thing to give your affections to one whom you do not know. |at a woman so “ungenteel” as to be| vanity. The green fields hod no place | wearying? The nely pleasures | albling o' green Beld 1 xteen and had | have been different as Loves that are easily given are often light and not worth the having, seen at a window, So Philadelphia puts | in his candie-lt #eenes revelry, vo vg, #0 you let them nto th ons et \ rans suteide | Were 4 10 oll the letene? : out a “busy-body" Instead. a he rubbed elbows—and sm Hd amined you tnatead n on nd of her, but wradueiiy| “I intended ta buted didn't, %t wae A “busy-body" {8 @ triplicate imirror, | wi t | til soon—territiy soon'—Voutl he the arti tow. © in the mystery wap too dirty, after all, I met i 7 pout the size of a teapot, stened to| And he was good 1 And the world demands Youth yu he both dearned there is no ; he nosaat dana tae Two Young Neon, | Father Objects. ee ate y Pap gE hg ha ine | tener fh Big gh mally Ap SY, was 4 sow tune] bienat ts pee tone taaen ge GIRL who signs her letter F YOUNG man who signs lis letter} jeqge, it reflects up and down the street, | throne and assumed the digaities ther #0 your grist Is—what? A gray fa You bave sold the 4 e 1 was a theory of my n the train the night T got here A G.” writes A “A, L. 8." writes: and also the doorstep. of. n Was he tossed aside like ajand hungry es in your sirror 1 of pebbles, truth for treache 1 It was a # one.g but it Platteourg. She had offered to { “Two young men have called I have admired @ certain! We are interested, all of us, in each | soiled glove, He had builded on the ved heart, homelessness-—"'a rudder € Heense, Mulberry Bend, Fal- | seemed to fit the facts ax 1 knew them, he le and { had brought them on me frequently, One T admire very | young lady for two years. Her father] other From Falstaff to Philadelphia | eands of princely favor, and the princes | less ship on @ shoreless sea" —shadows ff, Ph Ha~to wach alike it With the y Wardrop told that af. to her, And then, see last uch, but I'do not think he cares fOr | ne. waver etlowed mo to call on her. I\ihere ie sntendependence. Individually |or the world hotoriously short of | lengthening to where dark waters touch all of the Crowd ternoon ¢ my Arat gilminer of Hight, [minute Tied. 1 sald T coulda’ gap me particularly, The other has (old) ont know why. We have a great|we are exclusive. But collectively we| memory ]@ darker sky—evening where no bird | And it gives you~what? He was looking better than une | ShemSnet ey tia oul ee me he loves me. but T do not care fr! many mutual friends, so I see her often. | want to he on one side or the other of| And so he “babbled o' ¢ fietds—| calla and no star shines. 0 ond ISAT WHER CORR eT ae ie aerecehing Goat eehin’ tenmee (eat ana kad Gaeta him, What shall I do? Would it be right to go to the young] the footlights—to see oF be seen, this big, warm ted boy, whose that rinding of » THINK when the call comes, The |r vinner of her injury s@ected him|she weat beck to town. I felt lle. & You ought br [Ree yey lady's father and ask if I might call, or] Do we think of this when we im art had wered Folly’s every call ; a? —— * brie ; Mfe 18) vangely. He bad seen the paper, like}ead; she wanted to clear her husband j whom you do nos ° 1 ‘ask iher father?” tient or critical? Do we balance the | il the sands sipped and his way house ou, Whom wanderlust jonotony is Peace y ‘| Rella, and he tt on me almost} memory, and Iw r. Fleming w | ola, for you to do bus refuse the sa000 ea see ene ie tainer and|sormal’ tay of compensation, with «| of osrés fluttered to ru tung and utterfty while; the clean pat Bh | hercely 1 tho lbrary.}your. father, Margery, < couldn't burt young man. As for the first young man, na: ” 1. in tw “ 1 to read. it » i t 1 you i lead t i} Ma ver olf position at the! you like that.” You will have to wait until he tells you{@sk “him yourself, That is the more | steady hand and im r mu, in And it was too |i to readjust : | ‘ rt a (To Be Continued.) he loves you, sf Ne ever does, manly wa: your too monotouous With the his Ife. 1 t ef, 0. ulder, ‘There is no escaping lars, where Love is window, ite new the . A oF 19 re