The evening world. Newspaper, March 7, 1911, Page 15

wt snialb llthigi The BAL SES World tl Magazine, Tuesday, March ic DDODIGHODOGHDGIODGO VIGO HHDAGOODSGDEGDOOODSI|OS Sy THDE DO DDDOOIOGDADIAODOSEDSIEGODIDOGHOOOG BONDED HDHIOBODDEDIOGOIGHHS CVPMOTOGDOOVIOOOS.G eo © © w w w ow The Most Daring Sensation Nobel of the Century % OHOVOAAEDHISSODHIODODOSSGIGOOODGSOSIOHSGHOSIHOINICTI}SIOVSHIVASGPIOGINGIVS) DOCS SOIOSTSOE OU HONG HHSOTGOOSOSDOVOSESOSEGSS, dgROOOE But he now understood why Raoul; asked Raoul coolly, "There's no breath-| “f am not {ll now,” sald Christine | seemed gone forever, ret 1 to his The Romance of a “ Soirit ” That Haunted me oe lcd when spoken to| ing here."* suddenly, with strange and unexpected | breast and was throl The 8 tried to turn every| “You're quite right," sald the doctor, | energy. | whole passage echoed wit! Its beating conversation to the subject of the| And he sent . except! She rosa and passed her hand over, ond Raoul's ears were de the Paris Opera-House: Spreading one. Raoul and the maid, who looked at her eyetl y it his heart continued They reached the stage and pushed! Raoul with eyes of the most undisguised Shank 3 holse they would f one a uu, Doctor, I should like to, 7, 1911." nae cS) a; or) you! And he struck a match, ‘The binge up the r WAS NO oF omit Raoul, door, iit th the ki W é Mi throx the crowd of gentlemen, scenc+! astonishment. She had never seen him alone. Ploase go away, all of you, | Would tren te a ao C ane WW dre ened the shifters, supers and chorus girls, Raoul) vefore and yet dared not question hire © | man would be turned away s arda, hu pout, felt the wails wi Terror, Working Miracles and Making irs src oa overs gis, tout setare and yeu dared not iestion nee, Leave me. feel very” reateas hla) Gan Would hs Larned Hi 0. fh AIRES Mone, unted aoa fet (ho walls ' | canght Hstening behind a door! He} “Look here! he eaid, aloud, “Am heart tn ht hands to maxe tw: ‘ no longer belonged to him, his face set| man was only acting as he did becauso Th doctor tried to make ahort \ Ghostly Love. A Story That One with passion, while Count Philippe fol-| he had the right to, ‘The vise t,| protest, but perceiving the gisl's evi. | tok f lowed him with difficulty and continued" therefore, remained in the room Wate: dent agitation, he thought che beat] tt Stor : ay to smile. At the back of the stage ing Christine as she slowly returned remedy was not to thwart her, And] “Are you very tired” 1 Canr.o: Put Down Unfinished, o ose Suita to v0 vets tho liniutt'ot tofuter eile cten"the int manazern, fa"unt*awey, sing wo Rlowi, ove] “OR, tonene Tete you my wou we eo 6% & the Iittle troop of bailet girls whp Debienne and Poligny, wio had come side: and fam dead!" Christine replied, | blocked tho passage which he Was try-| to offer their sympathy and congra “She ta not herself to-night. €he ts| “Your soul ts a beautiful thing, “ ‘tng to enter. Nations, found themselves thrust {nto usually so gentle,” ehiid,” replied the grave man's vo (Copyright, 1911, py the Bobtw Merril! Com, @rNorsis OF PRE | ala performs “DING CHAPTERS. | very well balanced 9 work and pleasure oat the Pans Opera) alike; his de was always fault- tricken at sight of @lYess: and he was incapable of setting his | lbrother a bad example, He took him | with him wherever he went He even | haunts the Oueca House, A scene slufter's body | Introduced hin to the foyer of the daliet. fs foul hangiog that night in a cellar of Ue] T know that the count was said to he Dutlding ‘The inan's death ts ascrived to the! “on terms” with Sorell, But it could ont, dn he auliesce at ie wala vectoramuce| nardly he reckoned at a crime for thls the Viewmte Ita ul de Chagny. ttiwults a ravail RObleman, w bachelor, with plenty of Y furioug) aud is alout to Jon aa Arctic | leisure, especially since his sisters were settled, to come and spend an hour or ee Te two after dinner In the company o: a 3 dancer, who, though not so very, very CHAPTER II, witty, had the finest eyes that ever were | ont en, And, besides, there are places binant where a true Parisian, when he has the " i rank of the Comte de Chagny, Is bound The New Margarita. to show himself; and at that time the the sailor laa— | foyer of the ballet at the opera was one | 1 was of those places, conce—iwias Lastly, Phillppe would perhaps not seemed Jo have but just fel: /have taken his brother behind the scenes tthe wolnen's apron-strings, |of the opera If Raoul had not been the Asa ter of fact, petted | fret to ask him, repeatediy renewing his as he was by his two sisteis and his | request with a gentle obstinacy which old aunt, he had retained from thig | the count remembered at a later date. purely ninine education } On that evening Phillppe, after ap- that w almost candid and !plauding the Dane, turned to Raoul With a charm that nothing had yet | and saw that he was quite pale. been able to sully. He was a little | “Don't you see," said Raoul,’ “that over twenty-one years of age and | the woman's fainting? { looked eighteen, MWe had a fatr| “You look like fainting yourself, ache, bea je eyes an said the Count. “What's the matter? | But Raoul had recovered himself and was standing up. een hivherto rumors of & JHE shyness To begin with. ’ f him and please go and see," he sald; “she to foresee a glorious carecr for his never sang like that before.” juntor fn the navy in which one of ‘The Count gave his brother @ curious e and emed quite were soon at the door the famous ( agny de La‘ emiling gis held the r H of Admit ae took we of t ygung man’s from the house to the stage. show ‘him Paris, of subscribers were slowly and artistic de- ing thelr way ‘ough. Raoul tore his glov knowing what he was doing and Philippe had much too heart to laugh at him for his New Pl “Jumping Jupiter” Doesn’t Leap Jered that, at Ra to Succzss. ~ EY CHARLES DARNTON. — wolng mad? Ho stood for ten minutes Mstent th fl lence of ¢ h he was, hi ga ribbon th the perfume empty room not even > would have gt the woman he loved. He went out knowing what he was doing nor wh he wax going. At a given moment his wayward § n fey draw struck him tn t He found } nd him process! no were capry er, covered w “Which is the way, out, please? asked of one of the men. ‘Straleht in trent of you, the door n, But let us pass," volnting to the stretcher, he ask mechanically “What's that?" he workmen answered: found in the third cellar, hanging tween a farm house and @ scene f the Rot de Lahore.” He took off his h room for the pr fell back to ma CHAPTER III. this time the tarew nony Was taking plac have alvendy said that t mo ing given on th nt of M. Deblenne vho had determine as we say nowndays, assisted tn the realization ea) though melancholy prog sion world of Paris All these peo! ance in the foyer of the ball f her tongue. Beh f the corps de bal young cussed the events the day in whispers and exchan, oreat signals with thelr frientls, nolsy of whom surrounded ing Ne A few of the ¢ changed into ordinary dross, but m of th suze; and all had thought it (he th | caston—a whose . that Is, except Httle Jamm summers—happy age to have forgotten and Poligny »9 to “Jumping Jupiter,” the saddest shine of all 1s that | ard Carle wa night to ghine in the obscura, | rather than the reflected, glory of the boos written by himself and Sydney Rosenfeld. Merry nded theatre-gcers have long ago Joarne fteh thelr automob! part designed by the Rosenfeld teamster. may be all right down to Ms whi | nself with di ace lght of Rosent » fe sad at the New York Theatre last night that runs from you vont the answer in the stat compelied tas better than to but when he sita down should first and then take ¥ precaution to k as the words, even than the mus! Kar! Hoe a kr but he evidently forgot the trick in hfs attempt to make “Jumping active, Here, as a dull matter of t, 19 @ musical piece that hasn't golng. Its music ten’t worth humming, and as for tts @ and Rosenfeld might wel! have been up to a funnier s how to write Hght mu! toes to a tune to ke book—well, Me: and better Carle bi iness, | elf 1g to be condemned only as one of the authors of “Jumping | Jupiter." Cheertly, even smilingly, he| tried to rige above the dismal work he} had helped make for himself, Like the @avage musical comedy warrior that he is he showed his teeth and bit Into sup- ponedly ch morsels that may huve| siven forth the Juice of humor tn re-| gicns where the tall pine flourtshos while the reluctant maple is getting up its courage to the nourishing sap. | But the “book” ran dry, That's the beginning and tne end of the inexpiicabie | tale that was reeled off. It made’ “Naughty Marietta seem Uke a natural} J tlow of w humor by comparison We were obliged to sit and listen to things | in which not a ghost of a| emile, ‘only the grinning skeleton of mu- | alcal comed And this! sort of experience {s paralyzing, It has_ the effect of givins you writer's cramp several joints above the elbow, You a ply can’t write about it and feel allve at the same time. Inch by inch you dle tn your ¢ n up hope of seeing | Ar Gatacan aan naw fecala itt | A Head of Fire Came Toward Them. Without the flour t usually sets a is 2a nion, he drew his handkercniet |, ore than one chafing phrase darted | the passage, among the crowd of dan-) Then he satd good night and Raou!| “and I thank you, No em ai so inatenat ine ie hte | fom I { ps, to which he| dies. The Comte de Chag who was) was left alon e who! this ecetved so fair a gift. a ahoa top instes rom his) dia not ‘ast he was able| one of those laughed: | of the th 1 wept tocnianht pa to pass, 1 the semi-dark-; "Oh, 1 he Al ¢ bt taking SHEA VA Rafe aie know, of course, tt Is the height | ness of dor rlag 1 the name added, place ballet, Raoul |, saoul hea atte arity for a man to carry his h | of *Daae! Daac! eters thou to it and he in his pocket.) Evider The count wos surprised to fra that | he's a Chagny after ail’ Waived tude, even nice |" Been anak tncie Raoul, knew tow 4 never He turned to go to ing Heat ana ere ) With the alr o way pein at @ that he want what it Is w chief from hi 1 w out the wordy, ted feld. Aside from this momen eignificant in {ts bumor and revolution. | ary in {ts example, there was Little for | dancing Mr, Carle to do that he had not done | tig’ before, He repeated himself both elle |! lously and historically, from spate to ; forehead, It goes without saying that _ his view of life wae taken through RIGHARA SOR glosses that seemed to reflect tho wis- |: y ages. In the ight of it all {t seemed wonde evenings Ww so young. oxctied hy 1 ad an excuse; #ho aad to Roretl! t {nto tho 1 at the doetor A all three bogan to dom of the musical o that Mr. Carle could While Richard was himeelf, Edna W Per neomed almont ae strange | {40 UNK Mt, na A ne as sone of the visitors who get into ne ru In @ monioy-hat and Bie i a you 4 Accents 1 she nelther looked nor sound dwelt, Bho was rae neclous and ehi sirly, AML her training hh \ly gone for moti ) we ing. Her affectations qu led hier before wie besan trying to sing, and to 1 j 4 J height of her succesa was reached wh strong arma raised her in a ohair in Pa ‘. ‘ y en , , u ' pict 5 i ait f 1 to q . and her feet kicked up excitement in which the audience refused to Join, eM achWalhwlh TEA AnReAUE ee fy iow cam you tai, Nike tha hen) disivetinn 4 conduct waa exce Uke Miss Hopper, there was nothing n “Jumping Jupiter” to yrow excited — spon't you Ky doctor, that those with lle pleasantest # MLeuve md. Ruoul leaned against the panel te “You leave thin untit I Jot edout It was deadly, Gentiomen had better clear the room? {9 attend to mademotso) hia pein, Ele heart, which had you!" he exclaimed, "If you don’t , J . RES o HDMI IE WIVHODDOIGI DADO OOOAOHOOOOO fy h e Pp h a n t O Im oO f t h e O p e r a ae sy Galton Leroux = awor you area coward! Rut Ul expore Ig went Into! and one of sadness, aidj that nat’ ta Joseph Buquet, who wan! with tas nm and went out The Mysterious Reason. niflcent function was be- vil that counted in the #ocial and artiatle) tha great. lo! » mot after the perform: | » , where) Here ed dis- supper tables arranged along the slan had already n wore thelr skirts of gossamer right Ay practical jokes, of the foyer, whe: oe @ @ erybody remarked that the retiring {managers looked rful, as is the it} Pa way. Non wil er be @ ‘| true Parisian who has not learned to in ara mask of eayety over hie sorrows dom or indiffer- p-jence over his Inward joy. You know th| that one of your friends Ia in trouble; do try to eo) him; he will tell you T/ that he Is already comforted; but should he have met with good fortune, be careful how you congratulate him: he sit so na a! that he is surprised nu should spea': of it os one masked ball, ballet Is the last wo men ©o “knowing” as enne and M. Pollgny would have in mistake of betraying thelr nt | erlof, however genuine it might be. And they were already smiling rather too | 1 Soreill, who had begun to ech, when ne exclamation that little madeap of a Jammes the «mile of the managers so he | bru that the expression of distress ind dismay that lay beneath it became fs | apparent a8 ra gost I led these words In a tone of | unspeakable terror, and her finger point. Jed, among the crowd of dandles, to « | face so paitid, 89 lugubrious and so ugly, such deep binck cavities under yebrows, that the death lon immediately scored ed © the straddl om heat in quest ke | The Opera ghost! The Qpera ghost erybody lnug’ and pustied his gnhor and wanted to offer the Opera st a drink, but he was gone. He 1 through the crowd; and t ly hunted for him, while two / lemen tried to calm Ittle mes and while tittle Giry stood erming like & peacock, 1 was furious; she had not been nish her speech; the managers thanked her and run ot} away as fast as the Khost himself, No was surprised at this, for It w. 8 to ‘die| Known that they were to «o through the | same ceremony on the floor above, In | the foye e singers, and that finaly they were themselves tg receive thetr personal friends, for the last time, ta { by outside the managers’ oflve, where a regular supper would be found M. Armand Moncha: new managers, n aod M, Firmin mana vo bs NAM) ertheless, they were lavish to, protesta- gne in her ha nd all prepared | tions of ¢ ) and received @ thou- ad flattering compilments In reply, #9 et, that those of the guests who had feared of} r tedious evening ce put on brighter r was almost gay, and \culurly clever speech of the rep- ntative of the government, mingling ries of the past with the successes . ure, caused the greatest cor- all managers had already handed over to thetr suc sors the two tiny master-keys which opened all the doors—thousands of doors—of the Opera house, And t 4, the object a the t st th never ceived ty laugh and ehat > hop about and pt until MM, Deblenn peared on the .teps | she was severely called to order by Impatient Sorell t te: 4 vhich: had ady appeared in the foyer of the bal- Ap= | let and been greeted by Uttle Jammes exclamatto the Dumbwaiter ; D alogues By A:ma Woodward *, Oe Copyright, 1911, by The Pres Just Oysters. | Reene: ‘The Chatterton Arma. 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