The evening world. Newspaper, January 5, 1911, Page 17

IAM A A 5 ae A sv The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursday, January 5, 1911. The New Pla “Over Night’ Long Enough to Give You That Tired Feeling BY CHARLES DARNTON. A’ LLY farce isn't necessarily a funny one, but Philip H. Bartholomae evi- dently didn't realize this when he wrote his first play, “Over Night." nN @ Hudson River steamboat cannot carry (his play to success at the Hackett Theatre, first of all because the plot 4s forever falling overboard and clutching at anything from woman suffrage to hypnotism to save {t from Boing under. All this 1s more distracting than diverting. You get as mixed 8 the two’ newly.married couples who are left to make the worst of their honey Moons when the boat starts with only a half-portion of the double matrimonial order on board. The bigger halt of the Kettles, who looms up as The Terrible Suffragette, and the masterfal Darling, who has a pocket-edition bride, «0 Ashore to look after the luggage, and the boat Is supposed to do the rest. And #0 the smaller half of the Kettles and the poor little Darling are in @ boat &8 well as on one. It would be a very simple matter to bring about a happy reunion at the next stop, of course, but the author doesn’t happen to think of this, though he thinks of any num- ber of things that fre quite trrelevant @nd wholly immate- ral. He devotes altogether too muah time to a pair of lovers who remain cdmparative strang- ers to the audience, and lets @ gaunt old maid have the run of the deck instead of consigning her to a watery grave. Tals same interfer- ence with the mis- t honeymooners continues at the inn in the Catskills, where, for reasons best known to the author, they don’t explain that they are not married to each other, You no sooner interest yourself in thelr affairs than you are called away to wit ness a bit of senti- mental palm ‘read- ing by the young woman who fears that the blon¢ young man loves her for Cer wealth clone. Then tho JEAN NEWCOMBE' «na HERBERT A. YOST. “fresh” clerk of the after which there Are violets by the box and other things that have nothing to do with the case. Finally Mrs. Kettle and Mr. Darling arrive, whereupon @ professional hypnotist 48 called in to examine tho Innocent litte Darling, who prattles away until’ she setg her uneasy husband's mind at rest. Some of the things said in the play are open to suspl and might better be left out, But boys will-be boys, especially when they're authors, and so, per- allowances stiould be made, It's ai! harmless enough, and there's never the timid Kettle black. A mild ittle actor, Herbert A. Yost, plays the part very neatly. He uses a lisp without overdoing it, and taken altogether—which {sn't very much—he measures UD ag a elever comedian, Miss Margaret Lawrence is also amusing in her own small way as Mrs. Darling. Miss Jean Newcombe makes Mrs. Kettle a tower of strength, but Robert Kelly, as Perey Darling, brings her down to earth without the slightest trouble, This is the funniest idea in the play, but it is not worked out sufficiently. Max Freeman, who conducts the hypnotic seance as though he were playing the trial scene in ‘The Bells,” is unconsctously funny. “Over Night" 19 rather short, as plays run, but it Is long enough to giv you that tired feeling. Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers Love at First Sight. EAR young people, I received a letter this morning D from a young wife that has pleased me, so I am going to allow you all to read it, too. \t 1s as good a little sermon as any I could preach, The young matron write “As I read your New Year's resolutions a few nights ago I was forcibly reminded of an occurrence of my own early acquaintance with my husband, and that if you care to publish 4t it might help some other girl. “LT met ‘Him’ at a small summer resort. Just a day and a night and we were tog first day and until ten tn the evening. It was certainly a of strong mutual attraction, if not love, at first eight. However, on the water that night—I suppose it was the moon and the stars—but anyhow he asked me if I loved him, I threw off the spell and sald: No, but I ke you very much,’ ince then he has told me I would never have been his wife had IT answered He was there ther all of that aTy Pinbkr! on married a year and I can truthfully say that, though nd storm out, {t has always been warm sunshine within our hearts and our little nd get‘ing breakfast for him 1s a Joy, for tho ‘L love you’ we said to each other tater Is not only SPOKEN but LIVED every day." I like this little story the letter tells #0 well I am going to keep dt to re-read and cheer me. f ts ago he broke an engage- Js Indifferent, with me to go (0s party end “ who signs her letter H I got there he too was there A writes: with another girl. He did not come near “fam a tn tove with| me to ofer any explanation. What do few weeks ago. | treated me ver 0 retur you think?" I think the young man was very rude, nd were I in your place I would ac- 4 young W App: euntil since then he b indifferently Do you thints ho still! cept no further invitations from him, cares for me? I ca st bear to g ve h i averoned, Liat Chape ‘oned ‘The young man cannot care for you YOUNG man who signs his letter A H, 1." writes “T have been cal for the past year and a hi that time I have only se about a half a dozen times, believe in chaperon What shall I do Undoubtedly there 1s nothing personal deeply or he would not tr You would bett “desperate” affection 5 on a girl and during n hey alone Her parents s her most rigidly. Jin the atthude of the young girl's | Parents doward you, and as long as and most of them have told me L am/they belleve they ‘are pursuing tho ~ But the girl 1 love has| Proper course you will have to abk ne se, Do you think she by thelr wish probably does not care whether | THE ONE THING NEW. aro “good looking not, and it}. “Jones has cancelled his sut seems to me you think entirely too| ton,” sald the country editor, “He says | there's never anything new in our pa- much about it. | per." Waral, I'll be ding-batted!" ex- claimed the general storekeeper. “Wh. there's sum’thin’ new in it ev'ry week, Broken Engagement. "Glad you think so," Gil who signs her \ A writes: | man I like ha Yaras, ‘The date's always new,"— suoined to cave for me a great dew, but! The Catholle Standard and Times, letter a A young inn talks too much, | Incidentally, | Oh, You Ophelia! «we Copyright By Clare Victor Dwiggins Reflections ofa &© & & Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), HIS is the “Iron Age” of non-breakable dolls, non T breakable dishes and non-breakable hearts, A married man's hardest cross is not to be able to brag to his wife about the women who try to flirt with him. 1911, ly The Uress Publishing Co. (The New York World). Joy, on Jovs A GaARDen TaYst! /— WONT This GWE. Pip A JOLT! — Lookin: wat, Tran, You FATTY = VERY Kind \ Been Snes OVER it THE Garoen watin® FOR You — Just cums ue Tee Rora LADDER. aN Gte' NERY PLACE €or You — \Ortetia Wal SHe's RIGHT \ wrs To see ‘ou AROUND HERE. Half the women in the world are trying to keep their husbands away from cafes and the other half are trying to get their husbands to take them there. ' — t No woman is safe in New York City. At any moment she may be tun over by an automobile, killed by @ falling building or shocked to death) by having @ man offer her a seat in the street car. Hl pets 1 \ A man regards a woman's kisses at first as a boon, later as a right, then as a duty and last as a bore. No, Clarisse, “courtship ts not a sample of matrimony,” and a love spat i9 no more like a reat matrimonial row than the swell from a@ passing steam boat is like a storm at sea, ' WHAT, MATTER Fucssy? Dit my HE RSH] GENTLE man waar. WARTS Kid! Heges | Yo BREAK TR Ter see You The easiest way to get a husdand to shave every day is by telling Nim 5 | ——— how kissable it makes him, UGHINY FLOSS « pS, ay is } 1 JEST Tova { A woman's favorite amusement of lingering around the brink of love sare Fount |) always seems auch a foolish waste of time and energy to a man. 4 When hook meets eye then comes the tug of war! (Married man’ version.) 4 Give and Take By Ethelyn Huston Copyright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World). A “Mystery” That Is Worth While. first and the last of cur being—Is doubt,” writes the Cynical Man. © a oynical correspondent \ Cult! elve and health, own tngight ant b ‘The first and the last of our b not? Doubt 9 a good thing, Its boundaries are veiled in mystertes, 4 it te {alive with possitélities, Our favorite games as youngsters are Blind Man's Buft ESI —|and Fide and Why? Because they thrilied with mystery, with surprises, And so the Great Intelitgence made Life a game of mys k aning we know not whore, leading we know not whither. i M Pa yne ch aunrise unrolis @ new scene, because nothing is ever quite the sameles Vet £o It was in the yesterdays, And the little sands are slipping through the giaes, 5 ly and swiftly; and just as silently and swiftly are the centuries slipping HeLto MUSH COME AfouND TomoRtow AND Tit PAY THAT Five. J owe Yor r the horizon , It makes for mental exer- disproving lis theorles you strengthen yo fin the Ultimate Good, ’ . then, ts doubt. And x. with the unexpected. iy '{Honeybunch’s Hubby tery, bes By C | site | lov gtight, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). not think of that evough, To us, until we have grown a little old and \a little wise, the day looms large, ii buriens great as the world Itself, its sor- rows eternal, But Time never ceases turning tts welrd kaleidoscope, be @#he scone fair or fearsome, and even as our tired hearts cry out that grief ts fged and unending, the chips of colored giags slip and re-form, the day and the «Jet | dissolve and new Interests make d:eams of old disappointments, new loves #ow Stars of Bethlehem on tho graves of old tragedies, Nothing lasts—neither grief nor glory, netther fame nor fear, neither pain por passion, Life ts solvent, restless, with the restlessness of uneasy, far-reaching seas. The tempest wrecks our gayly-painted toy ship; our fatr-weather guests and crew flee from it as the clouds gather; the fluttering flags are swept away like wounded bird.g But the rame tempest will quiet to a breeze, soft and gentle 44 mothe: hat will carry our raft and our treasures to waiting shoves. t HELLO MUSH! BRING THE WIFE OVER SUNDAY AND we You FoR A RIDE. ™ ween wHo THE OH MISTER MUSH TELL Mis. MUSH T HAVE MATINEE! “Peace after pain, Calm after stormle sea: Doth greatile please” at only the wea and the shifting and the faise were tbst, en ' Mystery 4s not untind, that Doubt ts @merctful g tempest from us, And after !t 1s past we pon a lesson, harsh, but worth while, and know ourselves grown 1p no longer appeal to us, the hollow and the ‘al and the fasttonable no longer attract. Our joys are etmpler and better— the few friends, the quiet places, the love that ts patient dnd avaits, the loyalty tn a dog's , the shaded lamp, “our ain four walls," and the world outeide? And the peace of all this ts beyond the purse of Croesus, It cannot be bought | And we know t | the good end the true were p 6 to know t | saeco ~~ OH, 50 GLAD You STOPPED! with gold. Life leads us to‘it by strange and devious paths, And here we lay TTR INE tig oop THING. ] ° ME MR.MUSH AW. LIFE 15 side a ddily, there we discard « belief, further on we bury & hepn ands MME [JUST ONE.CONSARN, neta Scala’ aps, We rT AH-CAN YOu the stairs that we must climb «lowly end 19 GOING To Be IDENTIFIED. WHAT 19 (7 DEARIE ? = ¢ ae it U ) 10 ANY THING THING AFTER,/ painfully on our len Vor so cnly 1s knowledge gained, and so only can we WATCH MES ~ {0 ON THose || [ANOTHER : attain to the great Poace . Two OVERDUE 7 Se And it Is worth while, this slow climbing of the sacred statrs, ‘The world and its doubts become something of a puppet show as we galn perspective, and as we turn to look back at It here and there on the stairs answering eyes meet )urs—the eyes of those who have looked long into the eyes of Doubt, and who ave learned to smile and who Understand. And above await the Mysterios-temples of rose-crystal and amber and ameth minarets pointing to skies of wondrous promise; palaces of Fulfil- PIANO D \ INSTALMENT! 2 | as ment, shrines where Hopes walt, luminous-faced, new born; meadows, blossam- | od, where Love comes with arms outstretched, and with him, in shining t, our Dreams-all that {9 encompassed in the four words of Holy Writ: Thou shalt be satisfied,’* stly He blows, and at His breath they fell, ing Kindred of the leaves; they drift, | ~ A —- —| yas the falling plemn sea n drifting —————— nd ages are es to Him.” ss scienapeaaiaaeveraeneuiemtenmeicandite — a | | e '“The Holl N dle’’ Another ARSENE | sy Maurice Leblanc e O1l10W eeale LUPIN Story wn } | 2 | {{Pooht A dose of poison" man whom I followed entered the park. line of retreat open. At the least alarm, yinense hall, ned with statues, remained quite still, with his heart | ich obliged, But suppose you es-| », it's fine game and we shall win t the end of the hall @ statrease | against his chest, | caped them; what then? How would y Jupite must play our Reautrejet'’s hand and they h ends near the room ocoupted by | . the silence and the absenca you get into the castle? T doors are ty!" hadow the vement reassured the man, He yuna (bed | massive, the windows barred. And, - rward. oy | no. But his head was }even then, once you were who later, a half-famtshed horse Beautrelet? » direction of the tub. | Would guide you? There are eighty d lag caravan into Crogan e Terré nutes, pageed; ten minutes rooms E ulned leave st 4 ora What's ffteen, A moonbeam had glided through but that room with two win- th « of the vil in an o} and t « ase And suv dows, on the second story - cd, In addition to the. turre ed Tt was aware that tie I w ne other t @ r that the imperceptibly r . e was no! b ? before more ar ree sta a labyrinth of dows ta wound, | our” would be ahin passage T can give you the clue and as grasped his compantion's explain 1, but you would arm sper ante | t a from said Beautrele: " a growl, Valmeras gave| wort » a e. Two white forms leapt! 5 the point of wetting up and running c i wean t 1 » promised to|« 7 i =, came and aut mia sorted r awa But, : ng that Vs n o r ‘s feet ves ing wa as was there, he sought hi friend with te at's it-—-good se to control them—but, to-da, his eyes a nded ae h ! an to 1 ince — the itement—An jor rat creeping i in the ‘eautrelet 1 was ed by that m the dar the statues ady to go, he let us push on I feel iG 8 off — Ranta, was al y at the foe Valmeras EPR a eerire hee 6 now’ WEES of the stairs, within a few steps of the ‘overed with are near the t 2e." | vu Iragged him out of . » you. Yer Valmeras dec . . e pass: Heautrelet no longer saw him and he u 1 u | had a impression that something was t it 1 remember that, on the left, at > 8 could hear a| "™ nine penne: Manin S19 Ue. 1th AB 8 about to take place, something th seemed which b foreboded also by the silence ng heavier, more awful than CHAPTER VI. A faint glimmer, however, ows, nntea vel vnici cloves badly u for whish they war before. BAUTRELET forth his i covered AOR, 2TPRY FRA Be a Oita hiane any ciaeed And, suddenty, @ shadow springing pian. He would go alone at With rust a th © to ft, f the stairs, on a little table |4P20 the man, the night-lght exe 1 he climb the What ’ 1 pressure, v 1 sh frail branches | !nwulshed, the sound of a struggte-—- | wid Ride t sits tamoved de Water einrene bapsafle | Beautrelet ran up, ‘The two bodies had @ would sleep In the |, fh, t rs 4 4 re hip up Ug oft e A 7a te [rolled over on the flagstones, He tried Val raitenaat hin ries aio, did not n ¢ osing it the | v st one Near the light @ man stood | st0Op and see, But he heard a hoarse Louls Val stopped him at once: | pointing it out to my tenan He pui the door opened | ot Y the baleon y | gent vrrying a gun, moan, @ sigh; and one of the adver- You wil not climb walls of that straight on the country, Just at the| without a creak or Jolt, He was in| were now in the casile, at the end of a, Had he seen them? Perhaps. At least|#aties rose to his feet and seized him | height #0 easily, If you do, you wili|yerge of the wood. - the park, passage which divided the left wing) something must have alarmed him, for |>¥, the erm: 5 he received by wo huge ‘sheepdogs| Beaurelet imerrupted him quickly, Are you thers, Beautrelet?* asked | into two > | he Drought the gun to his shoulder, ‘Quick’ slong!” } Which belonged to my mother and| ‘They know all adout that outlet.|Valmeras, “Watt for ime. You two| “his (3om,” sald Valmeri ‘opens| Boautrelet had fallen on his kneee| 2 ¥e* ree i which I lett behind at the castle, [it was obviously by this way that the chaps, watch the door and keep our |at the end of a passage, Then comes! egainst a tub contalning o plant, and (To Be © wor mre at al AANA I i BOSS OI