The evening world. Newspaper, October 17, 1911, Page 19

Mme. Simone “The Thief’ a Disappointment. in BY CHARLES OARNTON. BAVING Bernhardt and Rejane out of the question and judging Mme Simone by hor performance In “The Thiet’ at Daly's laat night, the con- fy Glusion may be reached at the beginning that @ French play may be more p@aaily edapted to the American stage than a ch actrens, Bb. Ip this case it {s not so much the question “What's in a name?’ as what's In ‘Mme. Simone's name to warrant raising the price of orchestra eeate to $2.60? “A@euredly, there was nothing in her first American appearance to explain either efile French actre: vogue or the extra toll It cost to see her. da Tt was only reasonable under the circumstances to expect something above -@he ordinary. To begin with, hore was a “great French artiste," according to Nhe enthusiastic programme, in @ play that had been wrytten for her. Behind seer was the verdict of Paris, spoken in its own tongue and carrying its own é@uthority, But French “greatn may dwindle to small proportions in English. Perhaps it was the change of tongue that prevented Mme, Simone from living wp to expectations. The result was not a great artiste but @ great di ointment. Neither in temperament nor in appearance did Mme. Simone suggest the @Motional actress. There was nothing in her face to tell a story, emotiunal or @arwise, It war a face without beauty or feeling, a mask that left so much to the imagination that the task of looking be- hind it becamo irksome. If it was her intention to efface herself in the first act Mm Simone was certainly successful. #he not only held herself back, but kept under cov- er the charm that the play needed to give it meaning. At no moment did she suggest the co- quetry that explains most of all the character of Marise. In this respect, at least, Margaret Il\ing- ton was gatisfying. Bad her performance was id generally, Miss [llington started right and put “The Thief upon ite sympathetic feet in this country a few years ago. Mme. Simone fatled to put even her personality into the opening act, and in the bedroom scene, where Marise. confesses herself a thief to her hus- band and explains that she stole to make herself pretty so that she might hold his love, the French actress seemed to give herself up only to Bngtish words. There was no ap- p in her story. This acene, which is the heart and soul of Bernstein's Peay, did not ring with i‘ the tones of a woman i@ghting for her husband, Mme. Simone's careful and Intelligibie English utter- jances had only an empty sound. Her plea never touched the heart. If Edwin wAtden had not grasped the situation it would have gone for nothing, He man- ged to put a certain degree of fire and feeling into tt, and while he did not r@et in the French manner he rose above such wor yank" and “pai” that were put into his mouth by Haddon Chambers, whose crude translation of the eft a animal.” Though lacking the atagey distinction of Kyrle Miss Illington through the play when It was first given M 1 with an intenseness that served for sincerity. Va. Sydney Herbert was again the detective, and his skillful handling of the role (gave the only Interest to the scene in which young Fernand lets the guilt of Ma- Flee fall upon his shoulders. As this lovesick youth Charles Francis was a pitiable “Object. He 1 lke a clothing store dummy and acted as though he had lost sJeore than his heart. Physically, Albert Gran was unsuited to the role of the ther, but he brought out the Kindly side of the character without any difficulty. } When the father listened to the husband's plea for Marise, Mme, Simone sat fwith her back to the audience, only the top of her head showing above ‘ehair, She displayed her only approach to emotional power when the hus jeocused her of being faithless by her unfortunate gestures. her acting. The plain truth of the matter ag ais failure is : A Duke Who Had to Scrub a Schoolroom Floor. t SWS are on record where young curred when the duke, then a very H women (algo old ones) have ob-| young royal highness, was taken by his Jected to scrubbing floors. There mother, the Duchess of Albany, to Mr. Bre even housewives who decline to Wesley's hool for bo: Before tak- acrub floors, They say scrubbing {8 hard|!ng In the royal youngster the master work, and that sort of hard work that stipulated that the new pup!! must con- amo one of any special potstion and stand- | form to all the rules. This was agreed. sing can be expected to do, As to th One day his royal highness upset a Ttret objection, there 1s not much to be he nd him, but, the effect of this moment was ruined At other times there was no depth, no feeling, tn She gave a dry, hard performance, is that Mme. Simone’s American debut was | bottle of ink on the floor, “Get a bucket of water and wipe it up,” sald the mas- ,waid; scrubbing is harder work than ome other things. But on itor ‘grounds no one can possibly have any But,” objected his royal highness, “you don't mean me to scrub !t up, do you?” | ‘Yes, indeed. “But you must forget my grandmother the queen?” on the contrary,” said the master, “I remember It very well. Get the water.” Whereupon his royal highness, the Duke of Coburg-Gotha, scrubbed. And |nohody has been able since that time to flout the duke or to make fun of his objection. Scrubbing {3 an art indulged iim by such notabie persons as His Royal tHighness, the Duke of Coburg-Gotha, v@ays the Chicago Tribune. Of course the Duke does not scrub every day. He has some feeling for the ‘ptghta of the public. He does noes not wish to take more than his share of what scrubbing Is to be had. But he "pes certainly scrubbed in his time. The Loony, Loony Aare YA )warTeni, PoP Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Oo (The' New York World), STNONSTS_OF PRECEDING INSTALMENTS. William Bedy, an avisior, is in France sudy- ene 8 el ben ineete M. ig oa EE nt rene Now trom a, Hog ia, the cling mee Tn Imyatte prevents “hat Troms agnouncing fis rue: en d sone dicoverty. tothe landlady, whom Lr meets one odd $B Tule Teel ach fo ia own room, Hla Nision. added under, tire « the’ cafwe vat murdering reper. Rady ved, bu ame fee as @lephenson. Later itis tor the ‘tha! es was strangle ‘before he was Pig i a rruoue named, Marathon» conduc ha inventigation, at, which Eady is “Getondes. bs not, Young ‘Parisian jawyer. A written con. ivsaion from Mme. Grenet causes Eady’ a y dJutnot persuades Kady to remain f his guest. Soon erward Juinat’ me & uew servant, The “servant” proves lo Genet, Juinot, becoming | feaisus oF fave a revolmer io’ a aiden ft of mad fires at him, The shot kills Mmet Jul Grenet eacape in the aitonnodsl wiiccing, an admirer of Mme, Grenet. are joined by Marathon, who tills them hla cay Ii un over a child and iia the bolice are after ti Ae ther near cian frontier am sccideny, fhe atolen Autometitle makes them stop at the ra, 5, The landion, | Von | Glad ‘sive by they uccecd 1n getting romider, ‘They take rooms at en Ant- CHAPTFR VIII. (Continued.) The strange Guest. REGRETTED suficiently, oh, very bitterly, having been too frank with Maitre Juinot, who alone possessed my secret. Maitre Juinot alone could ruin me if he wished. And to a mind skilful in deductions it was to be red that he might desire to do a after the drama whose unfortunate hero he had been. I had considered this probability under all its phases, and I did not fear it as much as would be supposed. I had for my encouragement my faith in an honest man. After having confessed to my lawyer, it will doubt- less be remembered, that { was William Eady, the Malington aviator, 1 had asked: “Swear that, whatever may hap- pen, you will never reveal to any one my real identity!" I had the oath of a man of honor, against which, in my opinion, nothing could prevail * ¢ © and 1 persisted in holding by it, to drive away the danger of @ revelation on the part of the involuntary murderer of ‘Mme. Juinot!" But in spite of my confidence I have no hi feasing that I waited in ded that morn- ing with impatience for the Paris pa- pers, which would not fail to cast a new light upon the affair in the Rue Mar- ‘boeuf for my companions and myself. The Antwerp daily papers had given us a brief account the evening before <2 but thetr special wires had suffered on! ® laconic deepatch—which did not stv us much infoimation-—to filter through. And Mme. Grenet, M. Marathan and 1, hut up in our rooms, were anxiously. asking ourse' ve: “To-morrow? to- morrow bring u! M. Marathon had asked me tn a jov- tal way, concealing his fears under an alr of forced gayety. “T say, Z., I stppose you haven't any tdea of golng to amuse yourself in the city. I don't know Antwerp any more than you do, but I assure you that at the first Inkling I shall find means to prevent you from going out!” What news will And, immediately funny, in spite of himself, he had added: ‘Come, I'm going to recite to you @ sonnet by one of my friends. T can re a’t the verse almost as well as M Max! And you will be famillar for the rest of your life with a very curious city which can do without our acquaint~ ance. And with quite a pleasant delivery, neither absurd nor affected, he began: “Rubens his laurels on thy brow doth lay, Museum, citadel and seaport fair, Whose sky with endless music ring! ay, ot ake and dreams amid thy misty air. “Thy panes glowed redly through the smoky Ight, Thy stone-wrought lace seemed tn the rain to wave, When, through thy gateway, mailed forms bedight. I saw thee first, © Antwerp, rich and brave! with “The alleys of the port each night may fil, With dancing, lust of love, cries loua and shrill, . The blare of brass, and the keen knife's swift blow; But soon the riot wild will pass away When, with the sea gulls o'er the bor below, ‘The breath of morning sweeps at dawn of da: ‘Then he added, after an elaborate bow: The piece is taken from a volume entitled: “The Crown of the Da: I have remembered the name of th poet, who was the Maxistrate’s friend: M. Ernest Raynaud. And I can say that all I know of Antwerp ia the #onnet of this excellent writer, Copyright, 1011, ty The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), hotel chi good nig! fourteen “What he yelled from the threshold, the favor of getting up, You don't seem to suspect that are slee| A Great Farisan Mystery Romance, 17, VIP Dal dohn te Motbbla Copyright, 1911, by ‘The Press Publishing Co, The’ New York World). NE Administration is trytna to convince the people that this tariff’ revision is @ con- tinued story, and they must vote right to get the nest chapter. It being the duty of man to marry, @ generous-hearted one in New York took it upon himself to do double; duty and was arrested. A woman in Buffato married a man to get rid of him and now he insists on spending an evening home Geraldine Farrar has purchased twenty geese to appear in her opera. This comes as the result of a con siant demand for better singing in the chorus. To become a citizen of the United States the following questions must be correctly answered: “Will the women in California vote?” “Will the men in Maine drink?" “Will the Jadica in wow York smoke?" and “Is Taft popular in the West Quite a coincidence haa just oo urred in Connecticut, A man was tunched last week and now it ts dia overed th he is the same party cho committed the crime. Chafing dish explodes and kills a by Aibert Frinted tor the First Time in English Amber where he had bid me “Put on your ciothes and 4» dow ht the evening before with the /the reading-room, where Mme. ¢ lines I have transcribed, the extraordinary maid of all work are you doing yawning there?’ | the Juinots, ts waiting for us, You “Do me| won't be in the way with all these mat- 1 beg you! |ters to discuss.” yau| He banged the door and left me to my ping at my expense, my lad. | ablutions, The Assassin of the Rue Marboeuf May Be the Assassin of Neuilly— Madame Grenet the Accomplice of Z—People Are Lost in Conjectures. “Read,” he said to m be edified! For my pi “and you will 1 am going Tf you suppose that I'm going to settle] When I went down to the reading-|to Set a glass of liquor at the bar your hotel bills to the end of your!room on the ground floor, deserted at; T took from the judge's hands the daye—come, up with you!” this early hour, Mme. Grenet and M.|sheet of paper he held out to m and I had jumped out of bed. Marathon were waiting for me. fet about scanning the long article of M. Marathon rushed forward, waving| still cold and Impassive, the young|@laborate reporting devoted to us and @ package of papers woman was immersed in the columns of| Whose last sub-title, ple Are Lost Hi your Comte de Pulliccini 1s certainly a fine fel crazy, pi see how see-—the Beaujon Grenet, being an accomplice ‘8 some seneational newa! Oh, in Conjecture,” was almost the only grain of truth tn ft I have preserved a elipping—with what care may be Imagined. [am copy'ng It that It may give the reader as vivid an the Figaro and I thought I #aw that the| part which Interested her was not that low, And Maitre Juinot is) in which our affair was related, but the oor man! No wonder—and you | gerial novel on the fourth page, “Aimee, the reporters treat me! You'll/or the Martying Maid.” little boy six years old—at| As to the judg’, he was fairly apoplec-|!mpression as tt produced on me and M. ! And Mme. Grenet—Mme. {tic with rage, his nose c’ 1 to the 10n, ad gone to the buffet whom they dare to accuse of paper on accoiint of his n or-sigh to get a cordial. Here It ts. of Pulliccini! I/ness, He pointed to the printed letters] “Our readers have not forgotten the shouldn't lke to be in the skin of the} qiaring on the first page, with « nom-| mysterious affair in the Rue Marboeuf colleague who 1a to take charge of the| ber of tub-titles In heavy type: which two days ago formed the main fair. True, Ih b saainan ; subject in the chronicle of mince gonsidered sharp, 1 taveatigated ein’) 4 TREMENDOUS SCANDAL! Vnews. It has not been forgotten that case of the Mime Properc: | istrate Takeo | after the stage trick of the felened con- Ma stopped Gn the caree Of tsb Facnie 4” Examining Mag fossions of Mme. Grenet the magiatrate, niscences and stammered: Flight! M. Marathon, requested to be released from this obscure ting the mistake affair, after commit- of releasing too has- tly the prisoner, Stephenson, whom the @ @OOe\ ZS) ories, detectives will have henceforth great ey lo aiMeulty in re pturing. “Now, upon this se tonal and mys- How HE auto hahed deetde a ploddin town this morning your wife sal you want a dinner fit to eat this evening you'll T can't keep thie xpence a day." terous crime ts still more mystertoui “Maitre Julnot, the well-known law. &@ second one the Miles S ane Up farmer. Wo eat to go te By on & adam,” anid the cathe] yer, counsel for Stephenson, accused of rr How far is =| th ‘" i fer, prishing It toward her and coughing loudly. | the murder of M. Grenot, found ‘Ob,"* drawled the farmer, “about a mile, FY ai) iy) yesterday {n the little house he occuples ry Sagres, agree t Neullly, closel r] The “mile” proved to be several, On the re- at Neuilly, closely bound an Ti turu trip the jst altel again beside the still Didn’t Know the K'na. by the side of the body of his wi plodding farmer, he. added Killed by a revolver bullet In the middle ‘Your miles up here are mighty lon oni of her forehead.” ea ‘ z A After having read thts frst par they're goldumel narrow "| the palace gates 1 wondering what was the meaning of tL) Us, {rath sae the soldier id not kuow Uls Majesty | thia binding and goeging of the lawyer, Wy. aight. rained yes from ti Out ef Pock+t. "uWhy don't you present armet"? the latter] to nueation’ tna allont, anxious fashion Ph owas & rather overtremed youth and at. | asked erly. "Don't you Know to whom you Mme. Grenot. tracted mich attention wheo he entered the beside a ra’ ductor cam) ‘and then suddenly became very pi I've been robbed, “Oh, ts not pocket us “My boy," sald the deep ba man by bis alde, hand gut of my pocket Esta are indebiel for your daily bread?” Rut Mme. Grenet was so absorbed tn cat. He occu ry vacas "The sentry glared angrily at he King, and, tm ; A elder aeatinaite, “When the cone |eginiog him to be the ermy bahee, repll the fascinating incidents of her novel for his fare eee ycu are the smicerable eon of « taker who| that T did not have courage to ask her ith bread, are yout Well like to you by yourself in some *, Ud epread your ungainly anatomy | over tue kingdoms! I'd make dough of youl” piace haan Can* Beat the Cure. opinion, So [ went on with my reads The head of the Detecuve Offices, Accompanied by two of his’ best men, oon arrived upon the scene of the erime, where the prosecuting attorne! he gasped. “There | but @ Lit of an old cigar to my “would you mind takdng your Ideas. ———— D BRING, faith eling, and Hiadees oe the commisary of police, and the dis- omens, Dr. George ide hed M. Berttitio blished Her Identity, playwright, sald recently in Ciac erdgrrep pede pg prose Ringer gop fone The Indescribable disorder of the rooms Faith healors ‘would achieve even greater cures 1 don't know you, madam," the benk | “Dt rift boge PPoay ge n thelr patients faith On the ground floor, the safe broken B Seabier atid to the woman who hed pre- Ege erg ee Knotted with rheum-|Open in the second story, everything The woman, however, tustead of asying do not’ wish your acquaintance, tr, yy ly’ replied, old virago" (ie next morning M. Marathon | (iti tere are alway limped into a Ciocinmatl faith fold-beaded cane. Indicated a tive was re olent attack, whose mo- with an engaging ein ‘the healer wade « few passes, thea sald: “Unfortunately the physician sum. Ob, sey, Tou do, 1 ta I'm the ‘red head 1 (Bege tne Cee Raut moned to bestow his efforts an Maltre xt door to you, whose soundrelly | fot on yout life Juinot, who hed been released from r nro prevent fro Bunday schoot ¢ eeenieg Guenan te eee | ©) trae asetien Hime.” the strong bonds that held him, dis- Great occasion 1s of interest, for it oc- \social position because of the scrubbing. § of the uffair of the Boulevard Maillo*, noisily bounced into the commonplace | gnd picking your flowerm | NOW STAND ERY STILL! WiLL You Gimme 9 Some GRAPES! nn Copyright, 1911 Fables of Ophelia; or, Wunst Upon a Time % 1911. ers eure Author of ** The Man Wihbcu: a hace. tcoman. The gasoline wae too gulch and beat the rarebit to tt. Now that they have the recan ta California the old-fashioned Juége who decided cases according to ew will have to give place to one who te popular with the people. From glancing over the morning paper one would suppose that every- body in jail is trying to get out ond* all those out are trying to do some thing to get in. We are pleased with the interest women are taking in the present baseball series, Dut it must be under stood that the management will not be responsible for children left the grand stand after the gamee— Adv. “Germs can be transferred by ktex ing.” If a man has more than he needs it would pay him to go to OM . cago and get rid of them. Rather than have some of our young ladies follow the fashion hints too closely we will suggest that thin 'girla should not wear dre match, Loissiere, covered tn the first words utterea @p the surviving victim of this assault, 6 unprecedentedly bold as to be made im broad daylight, that the lawyer, ube Jected to too violent @ cerebral shegk, Answered the questions of the magis- trates only by Incoherent, meaningless words, which gave cause to fear for ason. “Conveyed to a private hospital in the Etolle quarter, Maitre Juinot had net yet regained possession of his mind and at the time of writing these lines the policemen and magistrates have been unable to draw from him any ete te put them upon @ serious trail. Ke all questions the victim replies by re marks without head or tail, in which oceur the names of Mme. Grenet, Riche ard Wagner and Stephenson! And the unfortunate man sees in the prosecuting: Attorney, In the judge who has ¢! of this new case, In the Police inspector of the Detective Force, in all who ap. Proach him, his former fallow pupils of Charlemagne. “Doctor M—-, the apectaliat for neve vous diseases, who is watching end caring for him and whom we were able to Interview this evening, confirmed we in the opinion, which ts not calculated | to ald the diMcult investigation of this —that Maitre Jutnot ts hopelessly Thia time T put down m: end in & votes choked by what Pook for emotion asked Mme, Grenet: be UJ © © Maitr bid Tos ies 6 Julnet ie medi me. Grent had finished her inter esting novel. With the samo pen =: cadmness she was glancing over the advertisements on the sixth nage, trem pis to the announcements of the tailor “dresses the least badly.” inswered in a level vol thous ing her eyes, ong “Why, yge. Mad! That was |pected!'* * © Thet ts poumet at oe M, Stephenson, You haven't roached the end of your surprises.” I did not need #0 saucy an invitation IGE eager curiosity, But te @ request shocke than T could describe, A Attacked the second paragraph Journalist's article, which was conta clearer to me than the public. he arte (To Be Continued.) —>—. A SUSPICION, “1 deca: said Mrs. Cumroz, after making 4 round of calls, “all these bute lors must have umpired basebeld games. Impolite ‘No. Polite, but positive, They seem to have gotten tnto the habit of saying Jeverybody ts out.""-Washington Star, mf by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York World), NEs Dearie —) { KHow — BuT Wwe, GAT SOMETHING UM GOING TO GWE TR YO hwo \F 1D vesr GoT &M, MAMA | wu2 GOIN? To NES By Clare Victor Dwiggins hy