The evening world. Newspaper, February 10, 1911, Page 19

The New Plays The Evening World Daily Magazine, Friday. February 10, 1911, GEE!!I NEED A QUARTER -! WONDER WHO WILL LEND ME ONE ? ae 5 ‘*The Balkan Frincess’’ ¥ Mixes Kisses ’ With Music. | BY CHARLES DARNTON. ast night with “The Balkan Prin- | ND still another waltz! It came to town A cess" and set things in a whirl at the Herald Square Theatre. | But it was really the kisses that went with the waltz, and went without M, im fact went wherever one could be squeezed in, that threatened to make | everybody ‘Wlzzy-headed, Robert Warwick was the leadingman-kisser. In this | Mine of work he showed great strength, unblushing enthusiasm and a catholic | t After exhausting the chorus, he turned to ladies whose kisses might rea- Wohably be expected to come a little higher, The nice thing about it was that When this kept him busy he couldn't sing. For that inatter, ne couldn't sing at any time. He merely smashed away with great gusto and made @ sour mash of @ song or two. It is doubtful whether the composer himself would have been | ‘Able to recognize the mangled remains, “The Balkan Princess" mixed kisses with mus! to tell a smack from a song. Mr. Warwick, w therefore probably alive to {ts posstvillties, TO SINE YOUA QUARTER AND (LU WAIT HERE FOR You! until {t was almost tmpossible | » is new to musteal comedy and first addressed himeelf ardently to that pallid but re- sponsive performer, Miss Vida Whit- more. She wi as thin as ever, but not half so thin as her stockings, which were only an em- broidered excuse for the kind that| mother used to wear. Her knees| hed to be aeen to be apprectated—and they were! To make the display a com- plete success the mighty Warwick picked her up and carried her around on his shoulder in & “Bohemian res- | AH! JONESS Boy SAY, SONNY - you 40,HOME AND Asi NOU FATHER FoR ME — taurant” that made @ specialty of little | By Will B. Johnstone things lke that Th Sh ll ¢ : The Revenge That Got Here Miss Whit- more out “Love and| e e ame % Lost in the Shuffle ¢ Laughter" in two} with her sharp! voice, but !t must i 8 APPL, J Nal rh ka MR. CRA é | CANNOT LUVE NO, | CANT JUST THINK OF she did it rather| you Give mE with out YOu See You Ar GUR FAMILY TREG~«T cleverly | A SEVERE PAIN MISS HENRIETTA, Goss BACK TD THE Miss Louise Gun- ning Was the Prin- cess who changed the course of Mr, Warwick's — kisses. | They were coming | to her, because she was the star. She was all pink and vhite and eo plump ‘that only her voice served to identify her. And she had rounded out vocally, too, though she sounded best when she held herself in a bit. But like her predecessor on the Herald | Gquare's stage, Miss Grace Van Studdiford, she evidently could not resist the temptation to let herself out, and these moments were rather trying on the ear, Her trick, too, of sending up her voice like skyrocket at the end of every song | ‘was irritating. If she has | ned this on “the road’ she shoula forget it In New York. | Overenthusiasm was Miss Gunniia'’s one fault. She was as eneery and bright! es Paul A. Rubens's music. The book by Frederick Lonsdale and Frank Curzon was a dead weight unti Herbert Corthell lifted it as @ strong-armed walter. He immensely funny ov the subject of food, the humor of whicn is seldom found outside the newspaper and magazine advertisements. But Mr. Corthell was 0 | honest about the food he served, or forgot to serve, that It became a howling joke. | For some mysterious reasons Teddy Webb and Miss May Boley tackled Cock- ney accents that didn’t fit, What's more, they didn't last. Miss Boley lost hers fin the first act while she was busy with a song In which she confessed to house- | maid's hip. She had that and more. Meanwhile the smaller “charwomen” slid | across the stage on their own, as the English say. Miss Boley was vulgar without | being funny in a costume that made the hobvle skirt seem like the beginning of the end. Mr. Webb was sadder still, but Percy Ames was legitimately amusing, | though inclined to be lugubriously English, Miss Alice Brady, daughter of | Manager W. A. Brady, came out very in her first role and made a pleasing | fmpression as Miss Gunning’s maid of honor. ‘The performance was as full of life and color as that scene in the restaurant, vith tte purples and blues and green and there ts every reason to believe that New York will not be in a hurry to kiss “The Balkan Princess’ good-by, ToUR WORDS CuT GARDEN OF, Me To THE CORE s MISS EGG WiLL THINK I'VE COME To SEE Howor 00 Miss £GG,1s YouR FATHER Home? HER AGAIN - BUT WAIT - WATCH ME GET Not iw? WELt,weL, SORRY T MISSED WIM we i ‘ Ju st a Glimpse Into the New York Shops ATIN eults promise to be very fash- fonable. These are being made up fn the better grade of satin, as the cheap qualities give poor satisfaction ‘The blacks and blues seem to be the favorites. Jumpers of white marquise:te with the low neck and elbow sleeves finished off in embroidered scallops and a neat em- broidered design on the front are ex- make most appropriate wall decorations for the boudoir or den, whtle some higher priced ones are exceedingly ar- tistie, Imported floral perfume burners are a novelty for the boudoir, ‘The perfume holder 1s of decorated frosted glass and when not in use a buuquet of artificial | flowers conceals the burner, They are iChantecler Peck @ @ I'VE GOT Two auisite and sell at 8.75. sbi i ha, ye aes TICKETS = All the shops are making extensive 4 re | IND CO! COME ON, displays of wains and many veautiti| The Street Car Maiden. | HOME EARLY) HEINIE. m are belng shown. | NDE. ate Partioularly noteworthy are those with By John L, Hobble. BENE BuUT-1 Must) Just @ touch of color; sometimes this is | >W a maiden fond and fatr, Go HOME in one tone and again it may be In sey With scanty clothes and beauty rare, | evel shadings and Roman effect. Very Who got on a car and paid her fare, dainty waists in this line aro selling |She could not find herself a seat, at ©. |S sto&d erect on both her feet; The sleeves of the new walsts are ve did not scowl, but just dooked sweet. principally of the three-quarter le lid not stamp, she did not fret, Although tiere is a consid all for| Nor brace up Uke a suffragette the elbow and also for full lengths, In| And shout: “You men will suffer the dressy walst divided | Bi ooked 80 9w ail men we: won retween the th nd Eight hundred rose as 4f ‘twere fun ength. And a seat, Little One.” The long-popular frills will I know @ maid with lers r n vogue and many of t With clothes and beauty VERY rare, how this pretty feature Who got on a car and paid her fa Shir. madras, in attractive ip Bhe wobed and hunted for a seat, 4 partivalaniy suitable for th i 1 Bb ! remained upon her f start Walst, It sells at 18 and 2» cents And tong performed tanding feat + yard, She o nmadea aring threat, A new feature in many of the new{And loud and verbal kicks she let; ounares tkirta is the slashed opening at the Ue maid is standin vet || [I saimpLy must @Ck-A-DOODLE-Do! | / toot hem, the opening be om 4 to - ner bpd matien wont | 1 |GO-HIC-HOME-, Tm Hic CHAN TE § {noches deep. {is style is being en sit still to see the fun, ‘ 4 | | Gironeiy eraptanizea in imported yowne | And no one calls her “LAttie One,” MUSH BE LATE: \\ CLER,ALL RI 1 VB\ tng ae tt tretttates wari ray | That's al now ts done TJuSH ONE moRe!)| | MAKE SHUN Go UP) wid favor. . = . {! «, im ¢ Gua chile new aveniii Gree Some Signs. , fashionable black and white effect, toon—"Meals 8 cents; lunches | white chiffon over black point de esprit | ta." | net. The deep chiffon skirt ruffle has a In Platte Canon, Col. “Private | three-inch foot band of black velvet and) grounds, You must not shoot or pick I Js braided In black, The blow the flowers without special permiaston.” } larly trimmed, A wide m On a State etreet optical shop— {9 | 19 finished of with a large bow at the} “Rroken lenses duplicated.” front side and lends contrast to the} In st, Loule-"W. T. MoCullough, pretty costime ealer in artifclal Umbs, MeCuliougt Sufficient printed laundry lists, hour has ¢ ces, Step in and t i fn tablet form, to last six months ean! yf ) are the automobiles in largest be had at 10 cents for ladies’ tists and | sie ¥% cents for the family lists. Gome of the valentines of this year a works or art and not @ bit sentiniental, ares those that sell at 2 cents would ed dealers of Olybourn general Junction—"'Se! market.’ melz & Chicago ‘ "Le Get EVEN FOR THIS THROW? DOWN 08 my NAME IsAir CRAB! THE V6RyY CIDER IN ME VEINS (3 TURNED TO VINEGAR! PARDow ME, BUT WHO 3rALL SAY CacceP ? By FE. G. Long Hooray! Punct HIM_IN HE _- [HOW DARE. You Come Home To Roost AT — UTNIS HOUR OF THE ‘ NIGHT! rs (Copritett, 1010, by Doubleday, Page & Co, SYNOPSIS OF PROCHDING CHAPTERS. Baron f'Hautres, an ott fe found mur dered. je a tail bicode ri, inl ice. Tsigpretoe, Gal ‘ihe ua comminted the im, Aswan ruins end poe, Tayetero os it viet iy."* * ferone “phos ‘Gtansond is nt wt a sale for $61,000 Soon afterward it i tin the room of one of ( Bietchen, ‘the Countess de nd ts later Counten's guest Ganimant sets to work on the nd his friend Wilson are dining ieian restaurant when Lapin calmly intr himself to Holmlock,. Shears then clear ap the mywtery isnued within ten. di tise frequented ty “Lapin tn ait the work of ong architeot, . Lamin's ‘confeterates in an attempt to disable Shears, break Wilson's arm, declares CHAPTER IV. (Continued) A Glimmer in the Darkness | ICTORY! Victory!" erted Shears. “T have one end of tho ehue.”* “What clue? “The clue that will lead me to success, I am now treading firm soll, where I @hall find marks and indl- catons @ 8 8 “Cigarette - ashes? asked Wilson, who the interest of the situation was | reviving. “And plenty of other things! Just think, Wilson, I have diacovered tho mysterious link that connects the three adventures of the blonde Iady. Why | Were the three houses in which the three adventures took place selected by Arsene Lupin?” s, why? “Because those three ho Wilson, | were built by the same architect. It easy to guess that, you say? Cer- ly it was. © * © And that’s why nobody thought of it.” “Nobody except yourself.” ‘Just wo! the same arohitect, iby © ilar plans, enabled th erformed which appeas though they easy and simple.” What luck!"* ‘It was high time, old chap, for I was beginning to lose patience * * * This fs the fourth day." “Out of ten.’ “Oh, but from now onward * ¢ © 1 Ho could no longer keep his seat, ex- ulting in his gladness beyond hts wont: ‘Oh, when I think that, just now, In the street, those ruffians might have broken my arm as well as yours! What 0 you aay to that, Wilson?” ‘Wilson simply shuddered at the hor- ria thought. And Shears continued: | “Let this be a lesson to us! You see, Wilson, our great mistake has been to fight Lupin in the open and to expose ourselves in the most obliging way to hie attacks. The thing !s not as bad as because he only got at ntriving sim- actions to be e mirac auite “And T came off with @ broken arm,” moaned Wilson, “Wh it might have heen both of us, But no more swaggering. Watched, in broad daylight, I am beaten. Work- ing freely, in the shade, I have the ad- vantage, whatever the enemy's strength may bt “Ganimard migM be able to help “Never! On the day when I can ‘Arsene Lupin is there; that hiding place; this ts how you mus’ to work to catch him,’ I shall hunt up |Ganimard at one of the two addresses he gave me, his flat in the Rue Per- Koles or the Taverne Sulss on the Place du Chatelet. But till then T shail | act alone.” He went up to the bed, put his hand on Wilson's shoulder-—the bad shoulder, of course—and said in @ very affection- ate vot “Tako care of yourself, old chap. Your task, henceforth, will constst In keaping two or three of Lupin's men usy. ‘They will waste their time watt- | ing for me to come and inquire after you, It'e a confidential task,” “Thank you ever so much,” replied Wilson, gratefully, “I shall do my best to perform it consclentiously, So you are not coming back?" “Why should 1?” asked Shears, cold-| Moe eo © quite — right o° © you's right © ° ° |1m going on as well can be ex-| pected. You might do one thing for lime, Holmlock: give mo a drink.” A drink?’ | "Yes, I'm parched with thirst; an! | this fever of mine. * * * Why, of course! Wait a minute,” He fumbled about among some bot- | tles, came wpon @ packet of tobace: | led and Mt his pipe and, suddenty, | es though he had not even heard his | friend's request, walked while | old chap cast longing | water-bottle beyond his reach, [7a ee ae ee ee | ts Mf, Deatange at homet* | The ttler eyed the person to whom he had opened the door of the hou ne magnificent house at the corner of lehe Place Malesherbes and the Rue Montchanin—and, at the sight of the little gray-hatred, fil-shaven man, whose long and far from immaoulat frock-coat. matched the oddity of @ figure to which nature had been eny- hing but kind, replied, with due @oorn: M. Destange may be at home or he It depends, Has monsteur , hown In. He waa ushered into a large otroular room, which oocupled one of the wings of the house and which wee ned with books all around the wel ‘Are you M, Stiakmnann? asked the | arghtvect, is | "¥en, #tr | “My secretary writes thet he ty #1 aad you to continue the general catn- logue of my books, which he began under my direction, and of the German hooks in partiowlar, Have you ox: | perlence of this sort of work?" air, a tong expertence,” repfted | tn @ strong Teutonic accent soniiitions’ the matter waa soon | 1M, Destange wet to work w secretary without further Holmlook Shears hat carried the otta- | do! Tn order to escape Lupin's observation A New ARSENE % ow % LUPIN Story “The Blonde Lady” By Maurice LeBlanc [with his damghter Clotilde, And T now understand how | the Mus trious detective had been obliged to take @ leap into the dark, to resort to ‘untold etrategema, to win the favor and comtidence of a host of people tunder endiews differant names, in short, to lead forty-eight hours of the most com- plex life, ‘The partiontare which he thad gath- ered were thesa: who was tn failing tor rest, had retired from business and was living among the architectural dooks which !t had been his hobby to collect. He had no interest left in life beyond the handling and examining of those old dusty volumes. As for his daughter Clotilde, was looked w eocentric, spent her days, itke her father, in house, but In another part of It, and never went out ‘This is all,” thought Shears, as he wro wn the titles of the books tn his catalogue, to M. Destrange's dic- tation, “this Is all more or lese tn- definite; but tt ta a good atep forward, Tam bound to discover the solution of one at least of these exciting prob loms: Is M. Destrange an accomplice of Arsene Lupin's? Does he see him w? Are there any papers relating t bultd f the three houses? Will the s supply me with the address of other properties, similarly faked, which Lupin may have reserved for his own use and that of his gang?” M. Destange an accomplice of Af= seno Lupin’s! This venerable man, an omMcer of the Legion of Honor, work. tng har A with a burglar! The presumption was hardly tenable. Bee * supposing that t were ac- comp! how did M, Destange come | to » for Arsene Lupin's various Jescapes thirty years before they Oc- eur st a time when Arsene was ta his cradle? No matter, the Englishman stuck te his guns. With his prodigious intuition, with that instinct which i all his own, he felt a mystery surrounding him. This was perceptible by small signs, which puld not have described with pre- but which impressed him from | the moment when he first set foot tn | the hous | On the | morning of the second day | ho had as yet discovered nothing of in- | terest. He finst saw Clotilde Destange at 2 o'clock, when she came to fetch @ book from the Nbrary, She was a wom- an of thirty, dark, with slow and st- lent movements: and her features bore the look of indifference of those who lve much within themselves, She ex- changed a few words with M, Destange and left the room without #0 much as glancing at Shears. The afternoon dragged on monote- nously. At 6 o'clock M. Destange stated that he was golng out. Shears remained alone in the elrenlar gallery that ran round the library, half-way between floor and ceiling. It was growing dark and he was preparing to leave, in his turn, when he heard a creaking sound and, at the same time, felt that there was some one in the room. Minute fol- lowed slowly upon minute. And, sud- deniy, he started; a shadow had merged from the semi-darkness, quite close to him, on the balcony, Was i credthle? How long had this unseen person ‘been keeping him company? And where did he come from? And the man went down the steps and turned {n the direction of a large oak cupboaml. Crouching on Ms knees be- hind the tapestry that covered the rail of the gallery! Shears watched and saw the man rummage among the papers with which the cupboard was crammed. What was he looking for? And, middenly, the door opened and Mile. Destange entered quickly, saying to some one behind her: “So you have quite changed mind about galing out, father? ¢ ¢ * In that case, Tl tura on the light * °° Walt a minute * © © don't m) he man closed the doors of the cup. board and hid himself in the embrasure of a broad window, drawing the cur- tains in front of him. How was it tha Mile. Destange did not see him! How was ft that she did not hear him? She calmly switched on the electric Mght and stood back for her father to pass. ‘They eat down sige by side. Mille. Destange opened a back which she had ught with her and began to read. ‘Has your secretary gone?” she said presentiy. “Yes © © © go tt seems.” & © 1 still satisfled with him? she continued, as if in ignorance of the real secretary's Mlness and of the arrival of Stickmann in his stew eee ‘Quite * * © quite M. Destange’a head dropped on his chest. He fell asleep. A moment elapsed. The girl went on rending. But one of the window cur- tains was moved aside and the man slipped along the wall toward the door— an action which made him pass behind M, Destange, but right in front of Clo- tilde and in wich a way that Shears was able to see him plainly, It wae Arsene Lupin! ‘The Englishman quivered with delight His calculations were correct, he had penetrated to the very heart of the mys- tery and Lupin was where he had ex- pected to find him, Slottide, however, did not stir, @l- though 1t wos impossible that a single movement of that man had escaped her. And Lupin was to the door and mad his arm stretched toward the handle when his clothes grazed a table and something fell to the ground, M. Des 1th . in a moment tange woke with a start Arsene Lupin was standing before him, hat in hand, “Maxime Bermond!* cried M Des- tange, i delight. “My dear Muxtime © © © What stroke of good fuel: brin today? yore wie to vee you and Mile tange.” “at ‘When aid you eome back “Yomteriay.” : “are you staying to dinner ‘“Thamk you, no, I an dining out with some friends,” ; “Come to-morvow, then. Clotild: make him oome to-morrow. M. Maxime * * * 1 was thinking only the other day.” “Reallyt™ “Tes, 1 was arranging my oll papers, Dee- f you “The Avenue Henri-Martin aceount.'* “Do you mean to say you keep all that waste paper? What for ‘The three moved into a little drawing room which was connectet with the mound Whrary by a wide “Is tt Laypin®’ thought Shears, selsed with a sudden doudt All the evidence pointed to hin, but ft her man as well; a man who resembled Arsene Lupin in certain r apects am! who, neve ‘hie distinct individuality, tures, theless, preser his own fem look and complexion. and to obtain an entrance into the house which Lucien Destange cooupted (To Be Conticued) nay ar iti: i itn lc.