The evening world. Newspaper, September 26, 1911, Page 17

+ ‘There Liveo A GIA c AND 2 WHAT WENT Around GATING UP put THE COWS AND PIGS IN THe ——e Ano OFPeReD $100. FAIR OAUGHIER, ® Wueia Capreigt, Wit, ty The Peep Publishing On. (The New York World). wresercte 8 |AND AAT would 4 — ee _ \ \ Millionaire’ ” Will BY CHARLES DARNTON. “Got the boodle Kid; — could be 80 mistaking those words: Yankee Geo. 3t.Co through it. But the second fongiess, 20 this piece will probabl Yemembered as something a bit different from others Mr. Cohan has dashed off. Me mey have felt the need of a littia ghange. Anyway, there was every indi- estion last night that “The Little Mill- femaire’ will coin money. Mr. Cohan told us that if we didn't Mike the piece he would write another— \fust Uke that! However, he need not be \teld, perhaps, that “The Little Million- faire” made a big hit with the crowd. He has put most of his cleverness into Whe songs. “New Yorkers,” for one, it straight home, with {ts bright aat- eapecially when the chauffeurs in and wondered how they would at @ resort on the Sound where ts of champagne and pretty girls them fear they were in for @ walt. Bydney Jervie and Mies Josephine Whittell may have been libelous ‘of blackmailing n per repo but their song, “We Do the Dirty ,"" Was so amusing that even o wd-chearted editor couk! forgive them, really had the argument all in yy favor when they plaintively ex- dined, “It's hard to be bad in @ musl- wey.” ‘2.1 Lewis's perpetual ‘thangover” rather heavily upon the tuneless Set. Lewis 1s funny in his way ere “ohan has given him very much dest .f It, but the role of the wine pa ia badly in need of a little bromo- i It was a relief to get “The Musical Moon" in the third act. This song is a clever hit at moonstruck singers, from “Amdy Mack to Nora Bayes and her Jack.” It combines snatches of old songs that the audience was glad to welcome back. Having proved that he had a few ideas of his awn, Mr. C. out with “Barnum Had the Right Idea,” and was kept singing !t until he ran out The newest {dea of all was Srought out In ‘The Dancing Wed- Sigg," an ingenious bit of pantomime by ‘Mfr, Cohan, his graceful dancing partner Lia Rhodes, and Georgy Parsons. Among others who kept thifs moving were George M.'s doting mother and frieky father. “Phe Little Millionaire’ can bank on tte gongs, They're as good as Cohan's ng. Saamitonimmeaeces A NARROW ESCAPE, A sroceryman in a small town over In Jersey had an exhibit of eggs in his show window. On Easter he removed the eges and filled the window space with @ brood of tiny chickens, A co ered woman who dealt at ned to pass and stopped Well, fo' do fan's sake claimed, “if dem eggs hain't don en’ hatched! Well, what of it?” smilingly queried & byatander, of the store hi it?’ erted the colored woman, ‘“\Vhy, jes’ fink what a narrer escape dat ce angel cake dat I mi de udder day had from bein’ « chicken petgle!"—Philadephia Telegraph. ia 1S TATE. Nt Doodle Kid." Yes, fellow militonaires, they came out of the busy eorner of George M. Co- han'e mouth, proclaiming the return ef George M. with his own company in his own play at hie own theatre, A pair of lege parted company and started off in opposite directions; an eye cocked itself at the rim of @ tilted etraw hat; @ slender yellow stick cut circles in the air; a waistline was reduced to @ wrinkle; and two feet with but ® single thought car- tied out the rest of the prograinme, Ev hing was as it used to be, even to the confidential wink, Four yeare at the Manager's desk and the author's table had worked no apparent change. Mr. Cohan bore his royalties Ughtly, Last night found him just where we had teft him, And the flag was atill there. “Any Place the Ola Flag Files” wae good enough for George. That he Knows @ good thing . Wien he sees it waa proved once more by What we eaw at the end of the first act. The first aot of what? If you must know, !t was “The Little Millionaire.” % might have been anything else if there had been eongs running straight Let George Do It! & WHY DONT.YOU SEND YOUR: CARD AROUND AMD MEET HER? GIVE Me A PAPER Aro how GIANT = Pex TELL Kit So Jaci, The Hevsen, went TO A WITCH AMO Gol The Key “To The GIANTs DOOR Coprright, 1911, ty The Prem Pwhitshing Co. (The New York World). mye | AND ONe NIGHT He suPPED UP AND LOCKED Him IN AMO We STARVED To DEATH, AND JACK AND THe. Princess Liveo HAPPILY EveR Arlen, By George McManu Fables of Ophelia; or, Wunst Upon a Time # % 5y Clare Victor Dwiggins | > Adventures of an Unattractive Girl By Alma Woodward Onperight, 1911, ty The Pres Publishtne Oo, (The New York World), myself—an unattractive girl—to let the | flagpole as wall as a boy apd world know just what it means to « row woman to be deprived of the facial charm, magnetiem and fascinations that lator, may should be the attributes of ner sex. called in the Gresemaker to alter my I'll never forget the firet day I discow | clothes, instead of being dallghted to ered I waa not beautiful. I was four- | think I was really deing “fussed” over teen, and the sharp Httle pain that came | and trimmed up, my eoul was pi a to my heart that day hes been growing | the depthe of dempair! tonared in intensity ever since, There was @ lot of lace and ribbon You eee, up to that time I was just | tying | “one of the boya.” I walked fences, | been adorned with—because barbed wire played baseball and roasted potatoes in | fences and the roush bark of trees ere the corner lot along with the rest ef | gworn feces of fot-de-rols, them. And I was popuier! 1 wee mode ¢o stand for hours, it ‘Then one day, when I was fourteen, © | seemed, arhile they measured and pinned neighbor, who had no children of her | and ripped. Then they tackied my hair own, but who considered herself a firet |—ary red habr, thet bed alwaye flown aid to mothers, came over to the house | recklessly behind me, with never a rtb- and told my mother thet I was getting | bon or comb te bind it into one re- too olf te race around with the boys | spectedle place, that was, end thet my legs looked very! They fusseq and fussed over my hair. long and should be covered with @ mod- | Hach est length ekirt. @ colffure defitti: ‘Tivat put the seal to my good times / of fourteen—and each gave rm wate and also, alas! to my i tagratl er deapatr, for I've never been popular since All this ¢me I was standin, After the kind (7) nelghbor had had/ before @ mirror and had prc her tea and gingerbread and departed | glanced at my reflection in the glass, | by the front door my mother came out | Sxidenly, annoyed at so much fidgeting fon the back porch and called me, Wel about my head without eny definite re- I obeyed tmmediatety. look The Beginning. ne Win 8 alt aa, Salt Sein come HH heroine of every story, | sion in her eyes that frightened esond every play, le beautiful! One | was very sensitive—(unattrestive gee would think the world peopled | ple usually are). with descendants of the Venus | Up to that time I defteve I ed mever, ¥ de Milo, if the writers, play- | consciously, looked in a mirror, I knew wrights and artists are to be believed. what other girls of my age looked Bka, And yet this ts eo far from true! | and I togk it for granted that I was ‘There are #0 many of us who have got- | just like them—like the ones I a@méred, ten a lean deal in the beauty line. Why | I mean. 4 doesn't some one weite of them? My standard of en all-round good I'm going to! I'm going to write of | sport wae « girl who could shinny Up a fested itself dhiefy in blood-curdling warwhoops and @ portion of the enake dance. So she had to call more than once. (Copyright, 1910, by Doubleday, Page & Co.) PART I. FAVORITE dodge to get your story read by the public is to rt that it is true, and then ] add that Truth ts etranger than Fletion. I do not know (f the yarn I am anxioys for you to ead {s true, but the Spanish purser of frult steamer El Carrero awore to me by the shrine of Santa Gyadalype that he hed the facts from the U. 8. could not possibly have been cognizant of half of them. As for the adage quoted above, I take Pleasure in puncturing it by @Mrming that I read in @ purely fictional story the other day the line: ‘‘Be it 60,’ the policeman,” Nothing #0 strange yet cropped out in Truth. When H. Ferguson Hedges, millionaire romoter, investor and man-abgut-2 Pork, turned hie thoughts upon matters convivial, and word of tt went ‘down the line," bouncers took a precautionary turn at the Indian clubs, wi it fronstone china on his favorit cab-~irivers crowded close to the curb- stone in front of all-night cafes, and careful cashiers ‘in his regular haunts charged up a few bottles to his account by way of preface and introduction, As & money power @ one-millionaire Js of small account in a city where the man who cuts your silce of beef behind the free-lunch counter rides to work in his own automobile. But Heds his money as lavishly, loudly ily as though he were only @ clerk quanderin, 0 And, after all, the bartender tak your reserve fund, He would rather look you up on hie cash regiater than in Bradstreet. On the evening that the material allee gation of facts begins Hedges was bid- - {ding dull care begone in the company of sres' ade jnavigator, unpatriotically rebuking him search of |i five or mx good fellowa-—aoquaintances and friends who hed gathered in his wake. Among them were two younger men— Ralph ..erriam, @ broker, and Wade, his nd. amen were chartered, le they hove to long enough to revile the statue of t! wen ef Cire for having voyaged in jipwtead of Vice-Consul at La Pasa person who), The Romance of a New York Exile and the “Only Woman.” the party marooned in the rear of cheap cafe uptown. Hedges wea arrogant, overriding and quarrelsome. He was burly and tough, tron-gray Dut vigorous, “good” for the rest of the night. There was a dispute— about nothing that matters-and the five-fngered words were passed—the words that represent the glove cast into the lists. Merriam played the role of the Verbal Hotepu: sedges rol ed wildly down ed, ‘@" chest. The stumbled, still, Wade, a commuter, had formed that habit of promptness. He juggled Mer- ram out a side door, walked him to the comer, ran him @ Block and caught a bansom. They rode five minutes and then got cut on @ dark corner and dis- ed the cab. Across the street the lights of a small saloon betrayed its hectic hospitality, back room of that saloon," T'll go find out you know, You two drinks while I am gone— r leading roysterer fell in @ wry heap and lay turned, “Brace up, old chap," ambulance got there just as I did. doctor says he's dead one more drink. You let me run this You've he sald. “The The You may have thing for you. ot to akip. I don't belie’ . . Merriam complained of the oold quer- ulously and ed for anot! “Did you notice what big vein on the back of his hands?” he Never could stand—I never gould’ ‘Take one more,” said Wade, then come on. I'll see you through, ‘Wade kept his promise so well that at MU o'clock the next morning Merriam, ‘with a new sult full of new clothes and hair brushes, stepped quietly on Doard @ little 600-ton fruit steamer at an Eam River pier. The Quiokly, seized his chair,|! nd The World and the Door From Port Limon Merriam worked down the coast by schooner and sloop to Colon, thence across the isthmus to Panama, where he caught a tramp Dound for Callao and such intermediate Ports as might tempt the discursive skipper from his course. It was at La Pas that Merriam de- gided to land—Le Pas the Beautiful, « ilttle harborless town smothered in a Uving green ribbon that banded the foot of d-plercing mountain. Here the stopped to tread water captain's dary took him ashore that he might feel the pulee of the cocoanut market. Mersiam went too, with his eult oase, and remained. Kalb, the Vice-Consul, a Graeco-Ar- menian citizen of the United States, mstadt and educated all Americans his brothe: Ho attached himself to Merriam’s elbow, introduced him to every one in La Pas who wore shoes, borrowed $10 and went back to his hammock. ‘There was a little wooden hotel in the edge of a banana grove, facing the sea, catered to the tastes of the few forolgners that had dropped out of the world into the triste Peruvian town. At ake hands with manval tor, one French And three or four Americans e spoken of as gold men, rub- ber men, mahogany men~anything but men of living tissue. After dinner Merriam sat in @ gornei of the broad front galeria with Bibb, « Vermonter interested in hydraulic min- ing, and smoked and drank Gcotch “amoke.” The moonlit ees, spreading tnanitely before him, seemed to separate him beyond all apprehension from his ee ut old life, The horrid tragedy in which he had played such a disastrous part now degan, for the first time since he stole on board the fruiter, a wretched fugi- tive, to lose its sharper outlines. Dis- tance lent assuagement to his view. Bibb had opened the flood-gates of @ dammed discourse, over- Joyed to have captured an audience that had not suffered under @ hundred repeti- eories, 14 Bibb, ‘and T'll . I know nd you get dolce far n you in chunks, but this country wasn't made for a white man to live in. You've to have to plus through snow now and then and a game of baseball and wear a stiff collar and have @ policeman cuss you. Still, La Pas {s a good sort of a pipe-dreamy 016 hole, And Mrs. Conant te het When any of ularly like Jumping into the around to her house and propose. nicer to bo rejected by Mrs. Conant than {t ts to be drowned, And they aay drowning ls a delightful sensation, “Many like her here?’ asked Merriam. “Not anywhere,” said Bibb with « comfortable sigh. “She's the only white woman in La Paz, The rest range from & dappled dun to the color of @ b-fat She’ been here a year, , you know how @ woman can talk—ask ‘em to say ‘string’ and they'll ‘crow's foot’ or ‘cat's cradle.’ Sometimes you'd think she wai hkowh, and again from Jackso: c yt’ ventured Mirriam, ‘M—woll, she looks it; but her talk’s translucent enough. But that's a an, I suppose if the Sphinx w begin talking she'd merely say: Facts Gleamed From Everywhere. e water buffaloes, which is of the machi used for raising water for irrig tion purposes, are blindfolded to prevent dizziness, ‘There were in Argentina at the close of 1910 approximately 16,875 miles of rail- ways, as compared with 14,840 miles in 1908, It t# estimated that the length of the Argentine rafiways in 191 will be 16,600 miles, ‘The grapevine was drought from the island of Crete and introduced into the Canaries in the Atteenth ocentury—the source of the famous wine named for these idande. Bzperiments prove that the gums of tween, 00 highly poised by mas, are pre duced by disease, Trees can even be in- ooulated and made to furnish the cov- eted gum. On the thirteenth of September the University of St. Andrews in Scotland was 60 years old. The celebration of the anniversary was participated in by Ambassador Whitelaw Reid and Andrew Comesia A negro peart hunter the other day found @ pearl weighing forty-seven ‘aing in the waters of Lake Holteneau, Dear Shreveport, La., anid to be one of the largoat gems of tts kind tn the United States, The finder sold it in Shreveport for $250, and the purchaser in turn re- ceived $1,600 for the stone. The second owner was a merohant, but the third a professional buyer, Thie last values the Gor at $10,000, | toxxication and bi # By O. Henry “Don't look at me Iike that!" eh a* though she were tn acute pain, me or turn your back on me, but don more visitors coming for @in- ner, and nothing to eat but the sand which j# here.’ But you won't think about that when you meet her, Mer- rlam. You'll propose to her too, To make a hard story soft, Merriam 4id meet her and propose to her, He found her to be a woman in black, with|that he made in his brutal rages. A hair the color of a bronze turkey’s|holy nun would have risun and struck wings, and mysterious, remembering) the flend down. Yes, I killed him. eyes that—well, that looked as if she) foul and horrible words that he huried might have been @ trained nurse looking|at me that lat day are repeated in my on when Eve was created. words |ears every night when I @nd manner, though, were tranalucent,|came his blows and the 49 Bibb had sald, She spoke vaguely of|/durance. I got the poison that after- friends in fornia and some of the|noon, It was his custom to drink every lower parishes in Louisiana. tropl- cal climate and indolent life muited her; beaten? If I could show you—here on my arms and on my back are scars— @ hot punch made of rum and wine, 4 an orange|Only from my fair hands would he re- atl in all,|ceive 1t~decause he knew tha fumes of spirity alwayae alckened me. That night courtship of the jinx months, although he did not know that he was courting her, He was using her as an antidote for remorse until he found, too late, that he had acquired the habit. During that time he had recelved no news from home, Wade aid not know where he was, and he w: rot sure of Wade's exact addrese 4 to write, de thought he had matters rest a@ they were for when the maid brought {t to me I sent her downstairs on an errand, Before tacing him his drink I went to my little private cabinet and poured into {t more than @ teaspoonful of tincture of aco- nite—enough to kill three men, #0 I had learned, I had drawn $9,000 that I had nd with that and a few things I left the house without any ed the brary nd fall heavily I took a night train for on @ couch. New Orleans, and from there I he and Mrs, Conant hired two p. and rode out along the mountain trafl as far as the little cold river that caine tumbling down the foot- hills, There they stopped for @ drink, and Merriam ie his plece—he pro- posed, as Bibb had prophesied, Vyou, Mrs, Conant gave him one glance of! the brililant tenderuess, and then her face| * ghe interrupted, almost with took on such @ atrangé, haggard look! a scream, "be my world!” that Merriam was shaken out of his in-| Her eyes melted; she relaxed magnifi- to nis senses, Jcently and swayed toward Merriam so One afternoon r the Bermudas, I finally cast La Paz, And now what ha soy? Can you open your mouth? Merriam came back to life “Florence,” he said earnestly, “I want I don’ ‘L beg your pardon, Blorence," he| suddenly that he had to Jump to catch said, reloasing her hand, “but I'll’ have| her to hedge on f what I said, Tean't) Dear met tn such ask you to marry me, of c . Tkilled runs into artificial a@ man in New York—a man who be helped, It's subconscious @mell my friend—snot him down—in quite @/of the footlighte' smoke that’s in all of y manner, I understand, Of/vs. Stir the depths of your cook's course the drinking didn't excuse it,|/suficiently and she will discourse tn w and I'll always mean tt, I couldn't resist having my say; | Bulwer-Lyttonene, I'm here as 4| Merriam and Mrs, Conant were very figitive from Justice, and—I suppose |happy. He announced thelr engagement that ends our acquaintance.” at the Hote] Orilla del Mar, Etght for- Mrs, Conant plucked Uttle leaves aa-|eignera and four native Astora pounded siduously from the low-hangt: branch # back and shouted insincere congratu- ot a lime tree. lations him, Pedrito, the Caattlian- “I suppose #0," she gaia in low and|mannered barkeep, wae goaded to extra oddly une’ “put that depends duty until his ity would have turned upon you a Boston cherry phosphate clerk # pale I polsoned my husband, I am @ self: Itlao with envy. widow, A man cannot love a mur- (To Be Continued.) suppose that ends our ao- oe dere: quaintance." She lookat up at him slowly. His face turned a little pale and he stared at her blankly, ke a deaf-and-dumb man who was wondering what it was al! about. Gne took a awitt step toward him, with | stiffened armas and eyes biasing, The wocond instalment of “MAX, THE BOY SCOUT,” will be found on ed pase to-day’ and {t has been more than a year—scare The ep. And then | 4 of my en-| night fn the brary before going to bed | care what you've done, If} *t| black fox, shove which w were playing Frendh-and-Indian wae, I/ sults, T turned around sharply and eaié remen.vor, and the Indian part mani-| to one of the women: “Well, why can't vou fix my help sult your" nd 4 And she answered eweet: sweetly that I can hear pesggtr Slippery tones to thie day: “Becaure you are not what one weald a Pretty child, my dear!” en I looked in the mirror frat time, delfberately and ae ire scales fallen from my eyee—and the re- flection that met my gaze corroborated ‘what the woman had eaid. I was distinctly NOT @ look that way. Am I a woman to be| In fact, I was vividly without and It was then the little pain @rat game into my heart and a lump ém my threas that was hard to swallow: (Te Re Continued.) — Fashion Whispers. HIE three-piece velvet sults wit be general favorites this eeagon. ‘The waist, however, is usualy made of chiffon or some other eheer fabric, and 4s trimmed with the velvet, as & waist of the latter maternal would be rather heavy, ‘These suite are usually trimmed wth | braid or fringe, and Jeter on fur wit be frm cholce, ‘Dhree-piece eutte ere also largely made up of @#ilk serge, wool vetour, peau de sourls and other high-class nov- elty fabrica, The favorite colors ere Diack, blue gol@en brown and purple, Wide fur bands will be largely used for trimming evening and afternoon Greases, These stripe of fur are from three to four inches wide, and both black and white fox as weil as skunk and moleskin are used to edge tuntcn or ektrta Narrow strips of matolfing ¢ur are used for the waist. An evening drees of brocade slik had a plain petticoat with ¢wo broad bands of nine-inch | band of Ventse lace. Metal effects will be very popular én footwear the coming season. The meta! brocades, gold and aflver, are all used, | and when the eatin slipper is preferred It fe always elaborately embroidered in metal effects, | The dlaplays of new waists strongly | emphasize the fact that veiling: be very popular, Most of the be worn with the tatlored sults are of the soft, clinging fabrics, such as crepes {de Chine, silk crepons, lace or chiffon; with the latter strongly in the lead. The Unings of the majority of the walsts are of white or croam nets and laces, Even though the emal! and medium sized hate are being used for general wear, the algture hat will retain tts popularity tog Grenay wenn, {