The evening world. Newspaper, September 19, 1911, Page 15

The Evening World Daily Magazine, No USE “TALKING = The a ota SUN Do MOVE: { WHO'D A “THOUGHT 20 YEARS AGO, THAT \ WE'D Be CARRYING TAR IN PATENT WATERPROOF BAGS! Ths 1 A GREAT AGE , MYRTLE MEET You | BAG OF SAND Heito pure GRE} OLD MAN | Pha SORE GLAD | UST ABouT TucKeRed QUT CARRYING THIS \f Hn Ha Ha! 4 pu aR ) wich 1 WAS AS BIG AND STRONG As ou ARE! LTT Ut Ls HeERE- ARRN \T! \| Joo much FoR You, EH) SAME /Feesie \{ SARIMP, AINT \} Nou? To - MY] ALFL ID) Give AMY Thine! ‘ ee AS - | STRONG AS (Nou ! Tucsday; 19, 1911 sar: rameters September “Them Was the Happy Days!” Copyright, WIT, by The Pree bub (CLime uP AND ) RIDE, IF YouRe/ FRED $ pea | Arliss Scores a Personal Triamph \\ in “Disraeli.” “CHARLES DARNTON. that smiled upon Benjamin Disraeli all his life favored again last night at Wallack’s Theatre in his {mpersonator, George Arliss. Lives of great men usually remind “us, when we see them in a play, that @ dramatized oareer is even worse than a dramatized novel, and Louls N ra obedient to the rule, t# pretty dull drama except for its third act od acting can make even a “great man” Interesting. Mr. Arliss made Disraeli as !nte: ting a figure on the stase as he is tn history 1 the patronizing, clever poseur of the first cet as easily as he did the suspicious and fa ng statesman of the second. And then in the Worthy of him. His sudden change from the kindly, bantering lord of the chaffing the postman, and dangerous prime to the enraged his plan to buy the Khedive’s shares in the Suez Canal by ruining his banker was & striking achievement. crowned the personal triumph he score dy his bullying scene with the pardon- Bank of he bluffs into coming to rescue by threatening to sinash bank if credit Is not extended to the bankrupt Meyers. To get dramatic value out of @ finan- cal transaction {s no easy matter, but Mr. Arliss got it—and with interest! To the sinister note he sounded in Darling of the Gods" was added a eweeping fury that seemed quite capa- ably pompous head of ( land whom the him | ‘d act the author did something for the actor by giving Aim an opportunity) manor, chatting with his gardener and| minister who! learns that Russian spies have thwarted | But Mr. An | “The | ble of upsetting even so solid an institu- tion as the Bank of England. nocently remarked, “f didn't know you had s0 much power," he curled a smile around the end of the act by admitting, “I haven't—but he doesn’t know it.” For we saw "Dizzy" devoted husband; the patient guide of a stupid young Tory whom he finally sent to Cairo on the canal mi! chance to take!); the dreamer of Ort- ental visions of empire; and the vain ad- he rest to an- ve ele- his el as passed as eagily from one phase other ay # fish passes in Its na ment—for oharacterization [8 ment, and @ character such must be an artistic Joy to him. Nine out of ten actors who attempt to portray an historical character depend largely upon “make-up” to carry them through. But here was an excepticn. Mr. Arliss merely offered a very good picttre of Disraeli and then concerned himeelf wholly with the character of the man, eketohing it with the skill of the artist who 1s sure of himself. His ex- pert method, unfailing precision, ex- pressive facial play and adroit. swiftness made him interesting even when the play was dull, GEORG ‘This pecullarly subtle actor seemed to Di smasu, play the part with an eye in tho back of He really might have spared himself the trouble of looking into that niirror to catch the spying @dventuress in the act of stealing the code that would enable her to understand the dispatch from Cairo, And when he pulled the crumpled sheet out of the lady's glove, after felgning illness wo that he might hold hand, he suggested a prestidigitator. ‘The tapping on the table that led to the discovery of the man-spy was another thing that could hardly be swal- lowed without a smile, Admitting t Disraeli wae always up to tricks, these Were such trical tricks that it was difficult to take them seriously. All this aside Arliss is to be thanked for suppressing the satirical side of the charac 6 was an exceedingly amiable Disraeli, espectaily where the ladies were con nod. Miss Marguerite St, John played the devoted wife beautifully and without ob- je absurdities of Lady Beaconsfield. As the cunning spy Miss ARLISS his head however ruding the po Mares ae Dak 4 like Adelina Patt in her prime and acted with both skill and oh Her performance was a keen delight, Miss Elsie Leslie was a pretty picture as the intic heroine, though her voice was not quite so soft her beat Tan Maclaren, as the blundering young Viscount who redeems him- swif by dashing to Cairo and coming back covered with glory, was an excellent foil to Mr. Arliss, but this latest leading man from London {s not Itkely to set feminine hearts in a flutter on this side of the water The conquering hero returned to @ scene that was a triumph of bad stage management. The lords and ladies and even the best of the real actors stood around lke so many sticks and the orchestra made so much nolse that tt was almost impossible to hear anything et ‘Mr, Parker popped out and said @ few words—without saying half enough ebout Mr. Arlt “Oriental Depositions. A Chinese has been thus sworn in: On entering the box the witness imme- Interesting Bits of Information. Sulctde is increasing in America, In 1890 sixty-five leading American cities When the} storm had passed and Lady Clariesa in-| aa thel ion (what a| mirer of his own epigrams, Mr. Arliss! aa Pp op IeqeARD MISTER GINK SAY THAT MA WOULD-A HETCHE “You TALICIN “TOA GURL ONLY HE PUTA T3U6 N YOUR EAR HELEN 1eT 1 GIT AN ICE CREAM SODA OvuT oF THIS Yes, | NEVER &8 The New York World), (Ha tia: siting Cy. You ALWAYS WINS WEAK LITTLE RUNT> Sometimes | sen To Feel SORTO Ae NE WN 1 DID! To MAUL You AROUND By Clare Victor Dwiggins ' ‘Wa! Rememeer iar Tine | ast You To" PRISONER” AnD “ou was TO BE“IT & (WED YOU ON YouR LITTLE Reo WAGON | ANT “THE CLOTHES LIME = Then PuLLes lou AROUND READ Tie BARN AND HiTeHED You To The Pice “HALHA! AND — a] . a nen 1 WELL RememteR The Time The Pe PULLED ME ARoOuWO THe BARNYARD And Tiru' Tae WALLOW AND OVER. BELOW My Heck!) ME ; NE AS HAL HAS | Wen GICKHED MY ‘Me AG~ HO PILL INTo The BARBED FENCE AMO) DOWN THE THe oOo CARP POND = YES TOGITA BUG Putin Your, BAR PoP MAM! ‘OR The Love OF Pete Take SMarT TER PoP? For Awdite b Confessions of a Mere Man <#& Copyright, 1911, by The Prees Publ MAN—A Poem or a Parody, OW utterly ridiculous ing contemptuously at her morning paper. editorial writer demanding peevishly to know why women poets don't ROWLAND | beautiful and inspiring theme.’ exclaimed the Sweetest Girl in the World, glanc- “Here ie @ sane and sensible immortalize his own sex—why we don’t pour out our little hearts in paeons and love songs to MEN"—— “Well, why DON'T you I interrupted petulantly. “We write our love-songs to YOU." “Naturally,” returned the 8. @. with @ withering smile. “There's a reason!" “We don’t sing our own praises and beauties,” I con- tinued imperturbably. warbling she immediately begins extolling the virtu Graces of her own sex. towing locks,’ or ‘Betty's curling lps,’ just @ man.” “But whenever a woman poet ‘Myrtilla’s lovely feet,’ or ‘Evely: if she were “Well,” retorted the 8. G., “‘#he couldn't very well 0 into poetioal raptures over ‘Harry's lovely nummer tens, or ‘Hiram's beautiful bald spot,’ or tact: Mr, could #he Cutting, ‘Oh! I remarked apologetically o write a Pipes in Sopp didn 1 protested, “Mrs. Now, there IS something inspiring,” pursued the $. G dimples, and her ‘Alsy's lustrous mus. We aren't all Harry Kemps. A poem, {s something for which one must have a “about a woman's oft, ruffly frocks, and the glint of the sun on her curls, and me—even at two dollars an cunce—to start one’s muse going.” Browning saw enough inspiration in a , whole book of sonnets to him, and Sapho"— the modern man? “T listen for the § I love to run my fingers through ‘The creaking of his Oxfords makes my heart go pit electrical | wear de day by hats and crop their hatr and amoke horrid, smelly pat, Transcribed by HELEN ROWLAND hing {The New York World), ' And how I love the way he tilts his graceful derby hat’ | “Exactly!” I cried rapturously, much to her astonishment, “or somothing Uke this: ‘I long to lay my head upon his padded coat-lapel, Where lurks the subtle odor of the pipe I love so well!” “Or thi broke in the 8. G., clapping her hands: n flannels or in evening clothes, my Algernon looks cute, But, Heavens! What a VISION in his beauteheous bathingult!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. “Or you might write a paeon to our Pajamas, or a sonnet on our socks, or a couplet on our collars, But you never wih!” I ted sadly. “You're afraid’ A woman hasn't the courage to put her own sentiments and emotions in print, 80 she goes to her lopking-glass for inspiration, and then masquerades in a masculine role and writés love-songs to herself." “Nonsense!” retorted the 8. G. ‘We know It “What's a waste of time? I inquired, “To try to raise your vanity, and your egotism, and your self-esteem any higher by tmmortalizing you in verse,” explained the 8. G, ‘You don't need to be told bow wonderful and fascinating you are.” “But YOU do, every minute," I sighed, “from the cradle to the grave!” “Of course,” retorted the 8 G., "because we aren't QUITE 80 eure about tt, Nothing touches a woman's heart lke having @ poem dedicated to her, no mate | ter how bad the metre or how ridiculous the rhyme, But if @ girl should dare to write @ love-poem to a man he would aimply-RUN! He would never allow for [the fact that {t was merely a bit of {im@gination or poetical license, He would take it as an insult or a personal liberty, or a practical joke. To pootigze about his feet would make them COLD, Mr, Cutting, and to versity his heir would make it stand on en He'd see the altar staring him {n the face, and make one grand Derty"— I broke in desperately, “it might be @ good way to get rid of us, waste of time—that nter:upted the 8, G, "But what COULD one say about! Why don't you try Jt on ME—write a triolet, say, on my topehair?” | "I'm going sald the 8. G, sweetly. of his trousers on the atatr, |“ We-when?" I crted In dismay short and stubby hair | {te dend, Bobby, Aenr," said the $8. G., “and can't possibly lors off the dock, or answer back, or escape!” popolitan be described as a great ratory and consuming | adaptation of the electric current would bo in displacing the kerosane amp, A motor in the basement and a pump and anne And Next Will Come The Electrical Farm N these days when tho n ] elty im , Instead of the Proceas of ico ¢ tt long and Ung from pm current w erlei@ pared for the torches that nda tho}out the dangers of frost, the re elt down, and a china saucer | g) : To-day aside from the profite that Sate ert “placed” in bis hand, nef owed & population of 10,0044, 1319) gration, tt should not be overiooked tank on the outside will affoct m ay ting roons's ammonia Aulda, with| are domanded by the erent olestriesl Re ie ene officer of the court, Suicides, and a suicide rate of #.8 a 1%. \thet the farm iteelf 19 coming in for ita| tem of waterworks for the house, In automatio mtoppags of th motor wn |ayatema of the alties, electricity should through an interpreter, then addressed | population, Five years later these share of this universal source of power, |the airy tne cream separator, vhurn|t quired degree of cold a reached, !not be an expensive power, if only yhlm thus: “You shall tell the truth and cities had increased in population to Thore are many ways through which |and the washing machinery for Aalry) The power inay | dirccimd to the farm) (ie generating stations might be run the whole truth, and if you do not tell | 12,623,088, with 1,908 sulcides, or 16.8 84l-| the farm th: ~1n afford the use of the | neces oan be operated, Laundry| workshope, where ‘nthee and erind>|at maximum eapaotty, the truth your soul will be cracked Ilka] cides for every 100,000 persons, Jelectric current may have it for the| work—that bughear of the farmoria| stones and emery wheels may be run] A factor almost as great in the ooat the sachs right. Nand on the Koran, put| Whereas in 196 there were tse |tfouble of installation, Some nearby Ine | witenis simplified and lightened to th [for the farmn'a \Jaok-afoalictrades," | of electri powar, too, te the vast mas Paced nee hand. to. tie forehead And | horas in Paris, the 1910 cereus shows (terurdan electric line may have tte aure | last degree, ven the long sought not only the charges Of 18) ohinery for the eollection of power and Drought the top of his forehead down tol tar the number has dwindled to 7: plus current for sale; some stream close | "milking machine” Ja to receive wn | se Dlackomih in hundrete of trous| light bill, Armiew of poomuntanta, the book and touched it with his head eee eae cere se appears St hand may have a gravity waierfail |impecus at the hande of Yankeo in-| bles, but saving (ie driving (9 Kewpers and eolleotore, tagether He then looked for some time upon it} th Wal Alin to marvGUA dianasan: Walon |10. Gniene el ent for hnif| genulty, and if it eal) be p cled tho and from the town, aye (ie Chicoge (he postage and @ bi asked what effect that cera: | \ « thehsauins hersunnans Ghe Clvilinea ® G0Ren farmers; oF the gasoline engine | elacirio current mst Crive | Tribune, Faquirod for presenting bil: was to preduse norvernd Hei he ae ia ghar natnage in connection with a dynamo ta within! In the cow barns rad heres stables In wome of the nortiora fruit mows | eointing them twelve Limen & wus bound by It to speak thi my. | Wars bay . y eny reach o 0 eine duth attaored t ng sections e ‘ nue OV , ‘The deposition of a Gentoo has been res | fdly than in the Conner tively enay reach of the ponies t e ole r atta 104 ta wires | ing * " ‘ ‘a a imme OVEMead eNarge Upan ceived who touched with his hand the oum farmer who | that to keep gaepipe housings not aniy will mive the na! oP anew to fe Hf (he eurient feot of a Brahmin. Buddhists have been] Since 1901 “Hispano-Amertcan” cham- : rover to make afoyy lunit for winter mor and ponul wie ¥ (vere ja Hat a Al clots sworn by “the three holy exigencies! bers of commerce have sprung up in certain that vod help will say with | evenings, iveady {he vaswumn the Heashed ipa praiiosp wy dapa not inok upan Buddha, Dhamma and Pro Sangha~and | most of the impor itles of 8p him through tie ott te yim! eleanor Mase ile Appearance, |out of d imeahe att tho present simte af eiacitiens eopviee the devotees of tne twenty wo Armes | Thelr object 19 to atudy Bouts a NF to lighten those old drudge Of (Wile aCapled to phe @asion: and most thurs ent time (ial every aveldinie Worker aw in wa Liana, Wy itt: ments," and a Parsee on the Zen¢ = marae Aabidey ty years ago, ous eurrying and cleaning of the jurn aut and bindle fires ii the ender eal eis, Mew | wotore ti¢ eee or by binding @ “holy cord” round his which formerly went to the Spanien the home of the farmer the firut coats ef cows and horeea, ‘are cot in body. Law Times K at insular posescesions, sede chase is ol pote that the evanards are Wiee! farm! _ _—— The Transformation of Martin Burney How an International Conspira Went Up in Smoke. " BY O. HENRY, -* (Coprrighted by Doubleday, Page & Co.) N behalf of Sir Walter's sooth- ing plant let us look into the ease of Martin Burney. ‘They were constructing the Breedway along the west bank of the Harlem Ri The grub-boat of Dennis Corrigan, sub-contractor, was moored to a tree on the bank. ‘Twenty- two men belonging to the little green feland toiled there at the sinew-cracking Twbor. One among them who wrought in the Kitchen of the grub-boat was of the race of, the Goths. Over them all stood the exorbitant Corrigan, harrying them Ike the captain vf @ galley crew. He paid them so little that most of the gang, work as they might, earned little more than food and tobacco; many of them were in debt to im, Martin Burney was furthest behind of He was a iittle man, all muscles nds and feet, with a gray-red |. He was too light for the work, which would have glutted the ca- pacity of a steam sho ‘The work was hard. Beside that, the banks of the river were humming with mosquitoes, As a child in a dark room fixes his regard on the pale light of a comforting window, these tollers Watched the sun that brought around the one hour of the day that tasted | bitter, After the sundown supper they would huddle together on the river bank and send the mosquitoes whining and ediying back from the malignant puffs of twenty-three reeking pipes. ‘Thus s0- clally banded against the foe, they wrenched out of the hour a few well- smoked drops from the cup of Joy. Each week Burney grew deeper in edt. Corrigan kept @ small stock of goods on the boat, which he sold to the men at prices that brought him no lovs. Burney was a good customer at the tobacco counter. One sack when ‘one when he came fn at night; so much wae his account swelled daily, Burney was something of a smoker. Yet {t was not true that he ate his meals with @ pipe in his mouth, which had been sata of him, The little man was not discontented. Ife had plenty to eat, plenty of tobacco and a t to curse; so why should not he, Irishman, be well satisfied? One morning as he was starting with the others for work he stopped at the pine counter for his usual sack of to- no more for ye,"" eaid Cor- rigan, “Your account's closed, Ye are & losing investment. No, not even to- baccy, my son. No more tobaccy on account. If ye want to work do mo, but the smoke of ye has ll ascended, ‘Tis my advice that ye hunt a new job” “I have no tobaccy to smoke tn my pipe this day, Mr. Corrigan, 4 Bur- Rey, not quite understanding that such & thing could happen to him. “Barn it," said Corrigan, ' buy it” Burney stayed on. He knew of no other job. At first he did not realise that tobacco had got to be his father and mother, his confessor and aweet- rt and wife and ohild, ‘or threo days he managed to fill hia pipe from the other men's sacks, ana then they shut him off, one and all, They told him, rough but friendly, that of all things in the world tobacco must be quickeat forthcoming to a fe: low-man desiring it, but that beyond the immed! temporary need requisition upon the etore of a comrade te pressed with @reat danger to friendehtp, Thon the Mackness of that pit arose end filled the heart of Burney, Sucking the corpse of his deceared dudheen he Gtagrered through hia duties with his Darrowful of atones and dirt, feeling nd then for the fret time that the ourse of | Adam was upon him, Other men bereft lof @ pleasure might have recourre to other dellghta, but Rurney had only two comforta in life, One was hia pipe, the other wi there would be no Apendwi on the other aide of Jordan, At meal times he would let the other men go firet {nto the grub-boat, and then he would go down on hie hands and knees, grovelling Mercely upon th @ to bulld ground where they had beon altting, trying to find ay orumba of tohacon, Onee down the river bank and filled Na pipe with dead willow leaves, At the first whiff of the emoke he apat In the direstion of the boat and put (he Mneat curse he knew on Corrigan—one that bewan with the fire: Corrimane barn on ended with (he Corrigana t) © the! pet of Ga Corrina pul lal blow, He bewan to wih all hie aheking Keven murder ecourret tru hate In A vame wort af wa Hive a went Wineut the (rain afb ive wha had gmalad flay and “ter @ pipeful or two wader the dedeioines, he went to work in the morning and! on and) an ocatatio hope that) One day @ man stopped at the best to say that there was work to be had in the Bronx Park, where « large num- ber of laborers ‘@ required in making some improvements, After dinner Burney walked thirty yards down the river bank, away from the maddening amell of @ others’ pipes. ittly stepping among the clods came Teny, he of the race of Goths, who Worked in the kitohen, He grinned et Burney‘s elbow, and that unhappy mea, full of race animosity and holding ure banity in contempt, growled at him: “What d'ye want, ye—Dago?” ‘Tony also contained a grievance—and & plot. Ife, too, wae « Corrigan hater, and had been primed to see it in others. “How you lik Mr. Corrigan?” he ‘You thin! him a nice-a man?’ ." he said. “May his liver turn to water, and the bones ot him crack In the cold of his heart. May fennel grow upon his ancestors’ graves, and the grandsona of his chile dren be born without eyes, May whiskey turn to clabber in his mouth, and overy time jeeneg may he biister the soles of his feet. And the emoke his pipe—may it make his eyes ter, and the drops fall on the grass that his cows eat and poison the butter that he spreads on hia bread.” Though Tony remained a stranger to the beauties of this imagery, he gath- ‘ed from {t the conviction that {t was sufficiently antl-Corrigan in ite ten- dency. So, with the confidence of @ fel- low-consplrator, he sat by Burney upop the stone and unfolded his plot. It was very simple in design. Every day after dinner it was Corrigan's habit to sleep for an hour in his bunk. At such times it was the duty of the cook And his helper, Tony, to leave the boat #0 that no noise might disturb the auto- . The cook always spent this hour if walking exercise. ‘Tony's plan was this: After Corrigan should be asleep he (Tony) and Burney would cut the mooring ropes that held the boat to the |shore. Tony lacked the nerve to do the deed alone. Then the awkward boat vould swing out into @ swift current and surely overturn againat a rock there below. ‘ome on and do it,” sald Burney. “It the back of yeygches from the lick @ ye as the pit of me stomach for the taste of @ bit of smoke, we 't cut the ropes too quick.” 1 e-right,’ said Tony. ‘But bet- ter walt ‘bout-a ten minute more. Give-a Corrigan plenty time get good-a sleep.” ‘They waited, aitting upon the stone. The rest of the men were at work out of elght around @ bend in the road. Everything would have gone well—ex- cept, perhaps, with Corrigan, had nat Tony been moved to decorate the plot with {t# conventional accompaniment, He was of dramatic blood, and perhaps he Intuitively divined the eppendage to Villainous machinations as prescribed by the atage. He pulled from his shirt bosom a long, black, beautiful, venom- ous cigar, d handed it to Burney. “You like-a smoke while we wait?’ he asked. Burney clutched it and snapped off the end asa terrier bites at a rat. He laid tt to his Ips Ike @ lon, sweet: heart, When the smoke began to draw he gave a tong, deep sigh, and the pristies of his gray-red mustache ourted |down over the clwar like the talons of Jan eng Slowly the ret faded trom | the whites of his eyes, Hoe fixed his | aze dreamily upon the hills acrose the | rt The minutes came and went, ‘Rout time to #o now,” sald Tony, “That Corrigan he be in the reever very quick."” Rurney started out of hia trance with A grunt, He turned his head and gased jwith @ surprised and pained severity At his accomplice, He took the olgar partly from his mouth, but suoked it | back again Immediately, chewed tt lov- ingly once or twice and epoke tn viru [lent puffs from the corner of his mouth: | “What da tt, ye yaller haythen?t Would ontrivances against the enlight of the earth, inetiwator crimes? Would ye geek to dieatade Martin Burney into dirty triekat Would ye be for murderin’ your benefactor, the good man that ye food and work? Take that, ‘ye punkin-colored assagal | The torrent of Hurney's indignation jearriod with it bodily assault, The toe laf hie ehoe sent the would-be outter of |" tumblag from Die seat, ‘ony aroge atid fed, Nie vendetta he {amain’ relewated to the flee of things that might have been, Beyond the boat ‘he fed and away-away) he wae afraid lye tay ened ri of {legs to remain, Burney, with expanded eheat, watehed hia late oopletter disappea Then he too departed, setting hie face in the Givestion ef the Brews, Lid Wake Waa & fan ANd poral ploe 8 of nelseme emake that Drought pease ta hit heart and deve the birds from the poadside jnta phe doopest thio OS RR SRS A BO