The evening world. Newspaper, January 19, 1911, Page 17

| The Evening World Daily Magaz The New Plays een men none “Judith Zaraine”’ One Long Discussion of Labor Troubles. BY CHARLES DARNTON. YMPATHY with, not for, humantty ts #0 fine and rare a thing that when S it ts found in @ play tt commands admiration, Mot ais al oe Sor tien fs found in “Judith Zaraine,” the play by C. M. 8. F Astor Theatre, Parnedtness and sincerity are the real weapons Used in the struggle between capital and labor as the author a it, though suns are carried by both the etrikers and the soldiers in Minetown and the dead body of @ workman is borne in to prove that shooting is @ serious busi- ness, But it must be confessed that this is the one and only dramatic incident that the play reveals. Judith, practically @ prisoner in the quarters of the colonel of the troops, uncovers the fact of the man on the stretcher to discover | that it is her brother who has been killed, If thts were done for the sake of | heroics you might recall that tt had been done before and suspect Mr. McLellan of having a long memory. But Misr Lena Ashwell does not hurl herself into @ storm of emotion. Her face alone tells the story, and then the curtain shuts out the grim scene. j As for the rest of the play it would be better if more were aeen and less said | of the situation at Minetown. Judith ts called a modern Joan of Aro, yet at no time does Miss Ashwell suggest that the woman has been inspired to lead the strikers. Perhaps she hasn't. But Miss Ashwell gives Judith little more than | dogged determination, and this makes her somewhat hard and monotonous. An even greater mistake dramatically 1s to be found in the fact that the Play persistently refuses to take the audience Into {ts confidence. Its atmosphere | ts one of distrust. Uniike Galsworthy, who in “Strife” opens the door of the workman's cottage and then shows the strike leader fighting to keep his men fn line outside the mill, McLetian never reveals the real life of the people con- cerned in the struggle. Judith in action would be far more tnteresting than Judith in the Colonel's quarters, or in his private apartments, wiere she can do nothing but talk, ‘The play {8 ono long Aiscussion of labor troubles, interesting enough, but by no means dramatic. David Murray, the head of the corporation responsible for the situation, who comes to the town as a reporter for the New York news- paper he owns, improbable as this may seem; Colonel Pontifex, who is in the pay | of the corporation and must therefore be accepted, if posstble, as a paid Assassin; and Judith, who is supposed to be young and pretty and altogether re- markable, are forever “talking it over." The girl walks from one “interview” into another. When she finally decides to kill the Colonel and thus prevent an stack by the troops on the following morning, Murray takes the knife from her—and once again nothing happen: After the first act the dull, gray atmosphere of the play 1s never pierced by dramatic flash. Murray, tn his somewhat ridiculous role of reporter, 1s willing to take up Judith’s fight because he wants to win her, and the surprising part of it all is that he is so long foreing the Colonel to take orders from him. The love interest is so slender that it can scarcely be taken into account, and ft 4s kept almost tce-cold until Judith admits “defeat on Murray's shoulder at the end. ‘The most human note in the play {s atruck by the little boy who ts “afraid of the soldiers” because he knows they Kill those who defy them. It is the simple truth told by a simple child, and as this sobbing boy Master Donald Gallaher makes the little scene extremely touching. Emmett Corrigan ts ex- cellent, too, as an old shoemaker, but tt seems as though this gentle ph!ssopher talks,too much and a bit too well. Although Miss Ashwell leaves no doubt of the deep sincerity of Judith, her unmistakable English accent {s hardly in character with the role. Charles Wal- dron gives a fine, straight-forward performance as Murray. The Colonel ts such in impossible character that John E, Kellerd may be forgiven, perhaps, for naking him seem even more imposstble than the author has done. Mr. McLellan has treated the labor question sympathetically, soundly and sven eloquently, but not dramatically, In this respect “Judith Zaraine” ts only weak sister of “Leah Kleschna.” The Hedgeville Editor By John L. Hobble Copyright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), | ECK HENDERSON says that on account of the high cost of livin’ he can't | afford to have any more of his daughters get married, weal EN ANDERSON expired Inet Tuesday at the age of etghty-n paying the last installment on his furniture, » Just after T ts a waste of time for a man to make @ fool of himself when he can get a| woman to do It for him, | GOME men are born lawyers, while othera fall—through bad company. | Foe — | say's that a man ts never really converted until he gets 60 con- | us that he can't Me to himself. | FRC Maxims of a_ Business Woman. j By Cora M. W. Greenleaf. tee DN asked a question to which, ] AM a ray from the Infinite Sun, W sry esa a a Our Heritage. An atom of strange unrest, taliate by asking another. It is A living spark from the Vital One, | the most effectual way to stop annoy- Implanted in Nature's breast. [ing questions, 1 am here to ecintillate and shine Swallow he bitter pills of life quickly fas you would bad medicine, then do all yer the paths of those less blest, you can to get rid of the tuste, ‘And help them up by this Hght of mine|" Fear of ridicule makes cowards of The noblest and truest—Dest. many of us. tyoen help me live up to my high estate, | Don't be self-centred. Too much selt excites antagonism and dislike.—Chicago Faultless and free from blame, Tribunt Your strength and calling are just as —_—____ wreat ALL IN THE SPELLING. both the same. Dr. Wines, principal of a boys’ hool, just before he went on his hol!- 1f my light grows dim, or burns untrue, | gay, had occasion to cane @ pupil. Let yours be the clear white flame =| pr, ‘Wines's front door bore @ plate on ‘To tHume my aoul with tte light anew, | Whicl was the one word, “WVines.” ; j ; The boy wrote an addition to thie in By our heritage common name big letters, “Wines and other lick- For we each are @ child of the Infinite | org.°——Tit- Hite. One, . “Tun Anne We bow to the eelf same Law, or THE SS MELE, : ve day be|. “Tem or coffee?’ demanded tho And the good wo do, ere the day PO). suing wattress, He siniied benigniy done, “Don't tell m let me guess,” he wiis- Is what we were sent here for. pered.—Brooklyn Léfe, As mine, for we' (Another Arsene Lupin Story “Let me aee-Gantmard and I are “Exactly. That's what gives me! both standing on the bottom step of the staircase—there are 45. figure in the document is 4 c! In all this bt there is no such thing a# @ coln At least not an involuntary one, mard, be so good as Lo move one step That's tt, don't Jeave this forty-fourth step. And now I will work trick's done, or (Copyright, 1910, by Maarice Leblane,) ere's not even @ lock to tt SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING the hope “Why ‘A door is made to open; and, as this ne has no lock, that meane that there {8 a secret way of opening it.” as we don't know the secret’ 1 know it in @ minute. Armene Lu) yin, 3 Valuneras, + Rays means of the document. The hn Ine has no other object but to} each dimMeulty and when It os up, And the solution is compara- | tively easy, because {t'@ not written | with a view to throwing searchers off | the scent, but to assisting them." “Comparatively easy! I don’t agree! with you,” erled Gantmard, who had unfolded t document. “The number 44 and a triangle with a dot in tt; that doesn't tell us much "Yes, yes, It does! Look at the door. You see it's strengthened at each corner 4 ith a triangular slab of iron; and the, CHAPTER 1X. slabs are fixed with big nails, Take the (Continued) lefthand bottom slab and work the nail in the corner; I'll lay ten to one we've kings of France lee clue to. htis ion.) Be Pamphiet that tells Ae he is about to learn by Lupdn. ntrelet contin the “Hollow Neodl Norm athe aivest carries him to here le. find looking 8 f You've lost your bet,” sald Gant- down elth 1 just a solid n the figure 44 must mean"-— ! In @ low votce, reflecting as he spoke, | sald Ganimard, Beautrelet continued: block of ir “We .are done, ral FOR GRANNY! | ine, Thursday: January 19, 1911: Oh, You Ophelia! «--« JELLO Gwe RINK, By Clare Victor Dwiggins a HSS MISSY | "* incguat WHY DoH You MELT AND Drinw, Yourserr} three-master passed through {t with al Why 4, when “1 don't #ee our little fleet, 4, Ganimard. les tm whole of the coast of But look, over there that black line, level with | I'M eat my boota!” The heavy door turned on its hinges. A fairly spacious cavern appeared be- | fore their eyes. We must be exactly under Fort Fre- | study said Beautrelet. through the different © Will be no “That's our fleet of war, Torpedo-boat With her there Without. replying, Lupin ts wel- if he wants to the landscape at the bottom of have | the asa.” wooden foot plank a the entrance near the fissure to the staircase, Middle Ages, started on tnetr way down. to time a little window pierced the wall | of the cliff, and each time they caught eodle, Whose mass seemed enied to thein to grow more and more colossal layers by now, brick. We are in the heart of the nia way another and a with, on the opposite side, the first steps q door, ‘ator Of @ wtalrcuse that led upward | stom ‘ the ascent of the Needle begin-| tur Gantmard The room was 4imly lit by a shaft of daylight that came from the other Going up to it, they saw that it was a fissure tn the cliff, contrived in @ projecting wall and forming a@ sort of In front of them, at a yards, the impressive mass of the Needie loomed from waves. On the right, quite close, was the arched buttress of the Porte d'Aval and, on the left, very far away, closing urve of @ large inlet, distance of fft one of his m: three hundred and fifty , And, immediately afterward, they dis-| the sam au- | covered # third, on the right [itsett, Tt ‘The deuce!" Pais complicates matters. muttered was cut out of the elif; triangle dotted on the right. JUST LIKE THESE CONFOUNDED EXTRAVAGANT WOMEN |— WHEN ‘THEY CAN'T iO rr Hs haw tee THEY THROW WELL THE MAN HAS Be oleh erate fo COLLARS o ING AM OFFER Te Manneporte, which was so wide and) only to repeat the performance, by this way, The second door obeyed like the first. that A long, a very long tunnel appeared, lit the gleam ng from the vault. The walls | ourselves A moisture and drops of water fell to the ground, #0 that to make walking wi) oasier a regular pavement of planks Had lala from end to end “We are passing under tt ; “Are you ooming, Gant-| ingy a lan- . "Very wid el, followed the But tt stopped before, and the own. ed tt “Pnia ie more) at9 him very alled him wize, Lit showing Shall we sey of us to go ahead and 6 wil remain other roads than thet by w the inspector ven-|eral roads alao between the cliff no communica Neodle ¢ tlon except the tunne must pass through t 1 shall stay here ¢ ‘Our friends use incan-|Go ahead, Beau a: the least ala tunnel | Isidore disappeared cave, | middle staircase, the| was a series of ed him entered ps and sup- wir, on! ported by #4 . with long vistas se and iniacellar It we go of furniture, oak oe Reflections of a % % % Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland i CopyMaht, 1911, by The Pree Publishing Co. (The New York World HO can be more merciless than a woman in love W or @ man who is not in love? Half the men in the world are spending their eve- ninga trying to “Nook” their wives and the other half trying to unhook them. Why all this discussion of the “huabandette™ Aren't there enough serious things in life without considering @ huaband one of them? “The refinement of cruelty” i# a man's unfathomable habit of beginning to tel his wife something interesting and then stopping in the middie to light a cigar. Don't marry @ man unless you are perfectly eure that you can be per fectly happy without him—for most of the time. e No matter how much a woman likes to be admired for her intellectual qualities, she can't help feeling indignant at a man who talks to her without | looking at her. | | | Nothing makes a hushand go hot as for his wife to keep perfectly cool | during an exciting dissension. | A man's (dea of success ts to be able to run his business by pressing a | button at the atde of his desk | —_- | There are more toaye of catching a husband than dy “stringing” hém, Out | there are few better. A “wise” wtfe maketh a aad husband. a |The Story of a jilt| —:By Herself:— Copyright, 1014, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York World), srNopsis. he J) Kentucky irl, fs engaged to Prentivs Buckner, « rich, middle-aged man. She | werei sontent to desk Oi je boy. Toth men disover the decertion. ‘Mer en He ie gos to take care ot her aick aunt In & convent hosdtal 7, Chapter III. (Continued. NB day I encountered unexpectedly in the corridor a shining figure of vigorous youth. He came oo mxidenly upon me that he startled me, ‘and I dropped the book I was carrying to the floor. He bent to pick it up, and in the little service and my acknowledgment of it I had time ¢o eee that he was very big’and handsome, with a finely flushed cheek, a rich auburn head and « strong, clear eye that was more red than brown. more golden than red. He flashed a amile at me as he bowed and passed on a emile that left with me the tmoression of full, well-cut Lipa and white teeth ‘That emile wae the ture again. It called, and the questing thing within me woke and anawered! I turned and watched him as he walked quickty down the long, dim corritor He wan dressed jn white, and I afterward guessed—correctly, I soon found wut— that he was the house physician. But then his white clothing whimslcally gested to me—and how ripe I must have been for the sungestion!—the traditional rb of Immortal Youth, Immortal Youth—and Love? Haven't the poets coupled the two personifications? I t nyeelf wondering, at the time, if I hadn't read”) and forgotten some lines about precious pair. ‘Through the next few days I haunted the corridors like a restless ghost Aunt Allson, lapped in dreamy peace, too ill to be ity curious about my occupa tions, not 111 enough to be exacting of my time and attentions—tf, indeed, she could have been exacting of any one under any circumstances whatever!—left me in unrestrained freedom. And I used this freedom to forge a chain—for myself. for my Immortal Youth, & mattered not which. But bondage there was to be. | had already determined on that. The questing thing within me awake again, had decreed it. poe ater Gaye of unrewarded waiting T met again the young man I had | seen in the corridor, It was late afternoon of an August day, and I stood at a big window at the end of the main corridor running midway through the building. ‘The window opened on # garden—just such an old-fashfoned garden as ours at home—and the sunset light streamed straight across it from the rosy western sky. ‘The sweet orderliness of the flower beds and the kindly warmth of the mellow, | golden Mght upon them touched my heart like @ hand, and I leaned out breath- | lessly, smitten for the first time in years of absence by homesickness, “The Eyes of immortal Youth.” ) NA ‘Aa I leaned some one came up behind me. I heard the step vaguely, but.my heart was in that neglected Shelbyville garden, and I did not heed ft. ‘Then some one spoke: “Good evening.” f ‘There was gold upon the garden. There was gold in the voles, Ag@@Reve-was gold in the eyes of Immortal Youth. I wheeled around and he stood before me-e brilliant figure in his same shining garb of white. “Are you one of my patiente?” he asked, cordially. I explained my presence there, and instantly his face grew sympathetic, net with the professional sympathy of the physician, but with the quick, warm feeling of youth for youth. “Ah, you must be dull!” he cried, “A ittle" I admitted, He looked down at me meditatively, as tf he were planning something fer my good. ‘All the rest of us here are eick or very busy. That leaves you tonelm ft isn't right. When fresh young health shuts itself up ‘here for the eake ef one-ef | our sick !t ought to be treated as an honored guest.” I don't want to be any trouble, I disclaimed, gently, rouble?” he cried. ‘Trouble? Why, you don’t know whet you're doing for usin staying here. You don't know how much you do in just standing ¢here in the open window with the sunset behind you and the smell of the Sowers floating up around you!” And he smiled at me with frank pleasure “You don't know how much you're doing for a jaded doctor thts minute,” he adde4, almply 1 1o0ked into the clear gold of his eyes, It was warm @0l4, es If wrought upon by some flame I could not see. But what I could not ee I could feel. "T am not dull—now,” I eld, (To Be Continued.) oe qnoe-tables, strong boxes—-« whole) around him was even so great that h: confused heap of the kind whtoh one! asked himaett whether the whole Noodi« ft ty | had not been abandoned by Lupin an! sees in the basement of an old cur shop. | bts confederates, mm hie right and Beautrelet per-, “I shad not go beyond the next ed the wells of two stalrcases, the| he eald to him, same, no doubt, thet started from t Thirty staire again and a door, This r cave below, He could easily have gone|door was lighter in constructioa un down, therefore, and told Gant modern tn appearance, He pushed Rut a new filght of statrs led upward| open gently, quite prepared for fllg)t in front of him, and he had thi | ‘There waa no one thi But the room to pursue his Investigations al differed from the others in ita purywse ‘Thirty more steps. A door and then! There were hangings on the walls, rux. & room, not quite #o large as t! the floor, ‘Two magnificent | side Beautrelet thoug And again, voarda, laden with gold and silver pla porite itm, an ashending Might of stairs, | atood faotng each other, The iittle » Thirty meps dows contrived In the deep, narrow cle! emaller room were furnished with glass panes. Beautrelot grasped the plan « In the middie of the room was a Fr works executed | decked tuble, with a la 1 one above| dishes of frult and cakes, champagne in vadually de-| decanters, and flowers, heaps of flowers. reaaing in sige. served as ‘Three places were laid around the wtoreroos t io In the fourth where was no lamp, A| Heautrelet walked up. On the napkins {ttle Meht filtered in through clefts | Were cards with the names of the party, in the walls ar t saw the sea | He read fret: tcaly edged cloth, the other and ent some thirty Te , ‘Arsene Lupin.” At tha felt himesit so| “Mme, Arsene Lupin.” a certain an-|. He took up the third card and started mand he|Dack with surprise, It bore his own 9 est he should | hame > danger threat-! “Isidore Beantrelett** owever, and Lue silence (Ty Be Continued) B38 =<é ° it