The evening world. Newspaper, January 20, 1911, Page 19

“The Paradise of Mabomet'’ Anything but Heavenly. BY CHARLES DARNTON. | FH ourtous thing avout “The Paradise of Mahomet” is that Planquette must have written most of the music years and years after his death. After ‘one or two charming numbers in the earlier part of the performance at the Herald Square Theatre you listen in vain for an echo of “The Chimes of Nor- mandy. A aoore that may have been beautiful In its youth has evidently been “touched up” by some one who considered Planquetie behind the times, for tt | bears the earmarks of Broadway—Broadway before the merry war of German | Operetta. Occasionally there is a strain of pure melody, but It ts too good to | last, Hope of a treasured score soon goes the way of ail earthly things. And it foes with a bang. The noise is terrific, Everybody seems bent upon raising a Tacket. | Miss Grace Van Studdiford ts no exception to the general rule, in spite of voice that has no reason to rely upon main strength. Her ambition to ri he root is a mistaken one. Sho eings well, but apparently ehe can- not resist the tempta- tion to shout. And ah does make @uch @ face about tt! Miss Bernice Mershon is somewhat leas strenuous perhaps because she is leas stout and therefore | more Ukely to feel the Wear and tear of voca | exercise. But Ma Maud Odell, who rogulahly fat, makes no secret of the fact that the good Lord has given her a pair of hungs. Her acting 1s equaily loud, and her snoring louder s\ In displaying this lease charming accompitsh ment she quite forgets , that @ woman who! snores should keep it to herseld It isn't funny, While Miss Odell snores the other mem- bers of the company sing in thelr eleep, #0 | there is at least one| restful moment during | the otherwise noiay | and stupid perform- ance. ‘There 1s no rest for the weary when the alleged comedien: ‘° turned loose, Harry MacDonough is content with acting tke an im- | bee G. | Pitkin apparently la- bors under the delu- | sion that he possesses | the divine gift of com- edy, and he is evt- dently anxious to impress this fact upon the New York mind to some things, and the Pitkin performer 7 VARY. RACE YGDorr ose GrOLEON MOORE. ‘ yeh . » But the New York mind ts su) »\ 19 one of chem. ‘The book and lyrics by the Smith Manufacturing Company—Harry B. and Robert B—are on a level with the dreary comedians. George Leon Moore is Misa Van Studdiford’s excuse for trying to act coyly at times. A strangely as- | sorted chorus works hard, and puts in its spare time gazing at the audience. | You miss the daintiness and charm usually found {n a Daniel V. Arthur pro- duction. “The Paradise of Mahomet” ts anything but heavenly. > Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers Broken Engagements, EAR young girla who write to me, if you have been engaged to marry a man and she engagement ts froken, the better way ts for you to return his > presents. Do not watt for him to ask you for them. It 4s less humiliating to geturn them of your own accord. Of course, there are many men who would really rather that you would not return thelr presents to them under such circumstances, but it ts the custom to do #0, and you Will avoid all future discussion by complying. Do not write me letters ke the one 1 am about to| quote to you or I shall question your disinterestedness. A girl writes: “I have broken my engagement and my I do not want to, because I ith law that oan make me do so?” ‘No law but the kaw of decency, young girls. | Mind you, my dears, I do not say it is a fine thing for e man to demand the return of his presenta, Dut {t is far less fine for you to insist on keeping them, 4 j The Ring. GIRL who signs her letter “A. ©." | flance has asked me to return his | the things he gave me. Is there his attentions te any girl to be serious. What am I to think?’ You are to think just what the young | | writes: “My flance and I have| man intends you to: that he Itkes to had an argument ae to the finger | call upon you, but ts not in the least tn upon which an engagement ring should | love with you, | ) course, know pu can | Barros, OF course, © oer tn | othe abeatre, wear {ton any finger, but w hist finger upon which it ts cust y | (IBC veo deca her litec D, | worn?" IA IL" writes Tt is customary to wear the engage- “Lam in love with a man who )ment ring on the third fing ft ‘calls upon me. A few nights ago, I was} hand, he took another girl to the the- , , atre, which grieved me very much. \To Send a Tichet. What shall 1 do? | Sanh cals ob letter | YOU have no right to object tf the nN ols °F | young man does take another girl to the | r ~ by theatre !f you are n engaged to him. | 1 | Parents Object. | and have « n will not et t > call for her IRL who signs her letter *P. 1." phen look be » a i) ne | “IT am deeply in love with a ming and take ¢ sald , an Who seems to me to be all that a If you'know t e be ¥ | 8 ntléman ehould be. But my parents | what ou P ’ | | velect to his attentions, Yet they will | i you do no . me why, What shail I do." | o ‘ Ber. ene parents respectfully anf ine | spat carriage r | sist falr that you be elven | | Calls odteacily, |e. Feeaee tor objecting to your! ; GIRL who signs MRI eo | \A WwW." w an calls | He Is Jealous, | ) on me uber al GIRL who signs her letters | . wey | WEAR SUMMER CLOTHES ALL -” By George McManus % Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), / BO You FEEL WARM? WINTER AND NEVER WEAR SURE’ NEVER WORE AN OVER COAT IN France, schooling, eaters In revenge 1 kid Arene Lupin, PS, ¥.-~ robe the chateas nt Hint a ertntran year the mystery. the theft. naps Reaatrelet's father, Arsene also ane Haymonde (the. otiful niece of Gearres) with whom ‘be has fallen ta lows. Indore, aided ; rmaciee_ thy fee, pr eee ee te | om tg lgdore’s hace, a pew Atocne’ qian ts handed. to. the indy who. read | arttele hu ” elu to this) poamen Reautrelet mphiet that tells of the| t to learn the Taautrelet contin. jeedie”” hiding e Norman sea tory 8 Witte oe secret hi hie whereabonta, eis talfied by Dh for the” that eautywit “Foon arranged ctor Cantar to an underground quet, On th mes ot Lupin CHAPTER X. The Treasures of the Kings CURTAIN waa drawn back. IA “Good morning, my dear few tminutes—but Don't you know me? 80 much Tn the course of his fight with Luptn, Reautrelot had with many sure prises and he was still prepared, at th t of the final catastrophe, to ex- e any number of further emo- Beautrelot, you're a ltite 7 «Lunch was fixed for 1%, Towever [t's only a what'a the matter? Have 1 changed mot mome pert ton: this but the shock which he received It tine wad utterly was not astonishment, but stupefa Hon, terror, ® man who stood befo him, the man whom the brutal force of events compelled hin to look upon as Arsene Lupin, wae-Valmeras! Val- moras, the owner of the Chateau de unexpected. Wd Lick THE LITTLE SCRIP SHE'LL THINK MF A Ole OUuy -1F HE LICKS 6 tre’, THROW Me Down] Tu Give You A CHANCE, YOU war TRY To | UrrTus MAW) ~ ween Toss Tws COW THE LOSER Wit qi Quiety AVS SHooT MIME! EX(The Story of a |2 “Happy Tragedy |‘: By Will B. Johnstone VAtguiliet, Vaimeras, the very man to whom he had applied for ass against Arsene Lupin! Valmeras, his companion on the expedition to Cro- want Vaimeras, the plucky friend who ad made Raymonde’s escape possible by felling one of Lupin’s accomplices, | or pretending to fell him, in the dusk of the great hall! And Valmeras wes Lapin! “You-you—- 8o it's yeul™ he stam- mered. | “Why not? exclaimed Lap. “DM you think that you knew me for good | and ail because you had seen me tn the | guise of @ clergyman o¢ under the fea- | tures of M. Massiban? Ais, when @ | man selects the position in eoclety which I oooupy he must needs make use of hie little social gifts! If Lupin were | not able to change himself at will into e | mintater of the Church of England or & member of the Academy of Insorip- tions and Beles-Lettres it wouk be o bad lookout for Lupini New Lupin, the real Lapin, f@ here before you, Besu- trelet! Take @ 00d took at him.” “But then—if it's you-then—Made- motselie"— “You, Beautrelet, as you eay"—— He exain drew back the hanging, beckoned and announced: ‘Mme. Arsene Lupin.” ‘Ah,"" murmured the 1a4, confounded in apite of everything, “Mile. de 6aint- Veran!" “No, no," protested Lupin, ‘Mme, Arsene Lupin, or rather, if you prefer, Mme, Louls Vaimeras, my wedded wife, narried to me tn accomance with th strictest forms of law, and all thanks to you, my dear Beautrelet.” He held out hie hand to him, “All soy acknowledgmenie—end no 111 | will on your aide, I trust?” | Strange to may, Benutrelet felt no Sit will at all, no sense of humiliation, no bitterness. He realized #0 strongly the immense superiority of his adversary hat he did not blush at being beaten by him, Le pressed the proffered hand. “Luncheon is served, ma'am.” A butler had ploced @ tray of dishes| on the table. | “You must excuse us, Beautrelet; my | | chef fs away and we can only give you a cold tunel | Hoautrelet felt very Mttle tnelined to eat. He sat down, however, and was| enormously interested in Lupin's attl- tude, How much exactly did he know? Was he aware of the danger he was! running? Was he \gnoront of the pres- ence of Ganimard and his men? And Lupin continued | “Yee, thanks to you, my dear friend. | Certainly, Raymonde and 1 loved each other from the first. Just #0, my boy-- | she even took her husband because he ‘looked cheap.’” “Ie your wife backward with your, But I'd like to know how cheeks can) ’ | er how to look stylish and On the daily fare of a sponge eclair pare omnety HT le A D." write “She's an In te bargain-hun ter.” amusement | ; I pany of othe stay | am in love with a young “You don’t say?’ } home and humor |man, who pays me a great deal of at- “Yeal Why, My Domne Rae iA to ask | tention. When we are out together he! ne you to confine attentions to DUN |tatks to other girls, but he becomes PERFECTLY AT HOME, unless you are « ged to marr Jealous If 1 speak to other men, Shan | \ I give him up?” | ay Too Young. There is no reason to give up the , People? | ( GIRL who signe her letter “C. young man fecause he {# Jeatous| “Nota vit, She has already begun to writes: young man fas called | Merely tell him that he has no right to ‘teach oo ! ’ it be Jealous of your actions and go ahea® mother ow to cook."-Kangas City 2 reniy An vou Mane, Journal / NOON DOWNTOWN. | glow rosebuds in @ bunch | ui Or @ macaroon for lunch, —Loulaville Courier-Journal. “No, ma'am, we're Smith DISQUALIFIED. “No, I will not recommend a 1 man for ump! “Why?” inquired at | “Being marricd gets him out of the | ™s tonneau? I ain cu habit of having the last word," ington Star applicant. “Are you two little girls twins?" Raymonde's abduction, her tmprison-| eeacemens —_—— ———_—_———___—_—~-| ment, were mere humbug; we loved| | each other, But netther she nor I, when| * ° e a * we were free to love, would allow a| Mg casual bond, at the mercy of chance, i Shadowville Sayings @ @Q By Joe Ryan § jeysites cine meee une therefore, was hopeless for Lupin. Fo ° 5g tunately, it ceased to be » if 1 re sumed my identity as Louts Val-! meras that I had been fre a child. It was then that I concelved the idea, as| you refused to relinquish your qu and had found the ¢ of profiting by your “And iny ellliness," « yh! Any caught as you 30 you were 1 de VAlguilie, | tinacy, | able to succeed wuse I ecreened you and assisted ff course! iow cauld any one sue yect Valmeras of « Lupin, eras was Hew ow ving htful memories! 'T nded ater The t 4 pre And 41 something else toh the lad could f anxious embarrass- je sadness, But Lupin turned his eyes and she gave him an aff . nda er the table | ay to the way T have not define, @ eort ment and @ vag 8 1 my litt , Beautrelot?” Lupin There's style about tt,| there? T don't pretend that it's ) TONNE . t might be, And TO KNO TONNEAU, some have Deen quite satisfied the profess ar t the least of mankind, waa'that cari.| iD I the list of distin sae Qe Mpeg dle in their time and who thought But the chauffeur muffed tt too emaive.-Chicago ‘Tribune, Wash It woe an honor to leave a mark of thelr) Journ.” Another ARSENE ww ® ® LUPIN Stor | ever unknown to men! Jendowed my country with the o1 masterpleces, After all, I have only: What Napoleon did in Italy-oh, 5 Beautrelet! Here are M, de Gesvreds one would nave been | £ On the walls, one below another, were carved the following namest -— JULIUS CAPSAR CHARLEMAGNE ROLLO WILLIAM TH CONQUERO: RICHARD COPUR DE LO HONEY IV, LOUIS XIV. ARSENE LUPIN “Whose name will figure aft he continued. “Alas, the list is ol From Caesar to Lupin—and ¢ ends! And to think that, but for all thie would have remained Ah, Beas what @ feeling of pride was mine on day when I firet set foot on this e=an- doned @oll, To have found the lost cret and become it master, tte raster! ‘To inherit such an inh + ‘o live in the Needle, after pate keine ' 1 Hie waa Interrupted by « gesture of bis j Wife's, She seemed greatly agitated, 1°" j here in a noise,” she said. “Onder: | us, You can hear tt,” the lapping of the water,” nid | it'a not, I know ttm vind of the waves, ‘This ts eomethiae Aifferent."* “What would you have ft be, @ar- *eatd Lupin, smiling. “T invited m to lunch except Beautrelet.” And, addres#ing the servant, you lock the estalrease doors gentleman?” Yew, wir, and fastened the bolts.” Lapin rose “Come, that. Why you're quit pat 9 Ile spoke a fow words to her f rtone, as aino to the servant, back the curtain and went them out of the room, ; The noise below grew more distinet) It wos @ series of dull blows, r t tervals, Beautrelet thoughts nimard has lost patience amd it breaking down the doors.” Lupin resumed the thread of hie een- versation, «peaking very calmly ang though he had really not heard: bi “By Jove, the Needle was badly éam= aged when I succeeded in discovering One could see that no one had posy sensed the secret for more than @ c@n» tury since Louts XVI. and the Revali- threatening fp re were in a shockini: neath vt Lupin. indow! a eee ae CHAPTER 1. at PAUTRELET could mot help ecking: “When you arrived, wag It empty?" “Very nearly. The kings aid wot oe che Nenkle, a0 t.naveleny ia warehouse.” “Aa @ place of refuge, then?” “Yea, no doubt, in times of invasion and during the civil wars. But {i b Gestination was to be—how shall v it?—the strong room or the-bank “ kings ef France.” ‘The sound of blows increased, Gistinetly mew. Ganimard must have broken Gowan first door and wae attacking the second. There was 4 hort atlenee and then more blows, nearer ati. It was the third door, Two remained, ‘Through one of the windows Beatitee: fot saw a number of fishing smadks ailing round the Needle and, not far away, floating on the waters like a Great black flah, the torpedo dost. “What @ row!” exclaimed “One can't hear one's self speak! Lats ko upstairs, whall we? It may interest; you to look over the Needl ‘They climbed to the floor above, whieh wan protected, like the others, by @ door which Lupin locked behind tim, “My picture gallery,” he sald, ‘The walls were covered with cam on which Beautrelet recogn! most famous signatures. ‘Theyy Raphael's Madonna of the Andrea del Sarto's Portrait of Bede, Tittan's Salome, Bottiedill'e donna and Angels and numbers of torette ‘arpacclos, Rembrandtay | tasay What fine coptes!* ‘sald Beau 4 approvingly at Lupin looked at him with an ete " of stupefaction t ‘What! Coples! You must be magi / ‘The copies a Madrid, my dear fe} low, in Pro! Venice, Muntoh, Am 4am." “Phen these’ he ‘Are the original plotures, my ted, Patiently collected in all the mi f Durope, where I have replaced 6 an honest man, with first wate Hut some day or other" gi “Some day or other the fraud wil Be d? Well, they will find my @lg= each canvas—at the ba know that It was T who they will 1508 ine ntinued within the Qgje without ceasing, this!” said we ‘case, A Ttresh door, ry room,” Lupin announged, were not Hung om ee addition’ there, eet in add fabrics whieh Lupin @p-, i) brocades, admirable chureh vents 1d g0ld——e d Deautreles locks ait! nob, soft, faded slike, oven with silver a om 0 plendid. bindings precious, wha rable volumes, the unique copier siolen from the great public Librertesies t ace room, the k knack room, “ And wach time the cireymference, OF room grew smailer 1 each time now the sound “ot knocking was more distant, Gantmard was lowing ground “Phi i9 the last room,” sald Laxpline “The treasury, « Tis one Was quite different, Tt wee round also, but very high, and eonk shap It occupled the top of the and its floor must have been Aftess or twenty yards below the extreme poimt the Need * On the ¢ iff side there was no windem, But on the side of the sea, whence were no indiscreet eyes to. feat, glazed openings adinitted plenty of The ground was covered with @. queted flooring of rere? wood, concrede patterns, Against the Stood glase cascs and « few (To Be Continued.) 4 a we