The evening world. Newspaper, December 23, 1911, Page 8

‘ s THE EVENING WORLD, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 98, 1911. OPPOSED New German Tenor Makes _|CHRISTMAS MASS The Two-Gun Man The Best Cowboy Story in Ten Years M ° I UNDER SUSPICION | “#8 Debut as Lohengrin 473.394 M FOR bel cooly Son Fo : 4 | , | p 0 WV Heinrich Hensel Makes «| By Charles Alden Seltzer i] Gacovered: the mare ‘One "er anes Too Nervous and Mi. 1011, py the Ontteg Publishing People.” “LT can try,” she sald. “Ts th y | saddle,” ie ore) etiae the others; iy marks intu die Own, They urged the anwnais bent vray Tope ford uy * gd stores” saan _— ae She shook her head nogatively. “The]#0n stood, Dullet has lodged somewhere—possibly | Sroup. Tucson fn the lun, “It en-| Went back into th walked casually about, taking ances at the bunks where the men Then he returned to the door, satisfied that Tucson, had not come In, ‘ When he reached the door again he slowly, “An' I'm wantin’ to know that. {found that the men of the group hed Couldn't you fetch him to, ma'am: long enough so's I could ask hifh 11 step ns face ‘In that never know who anger. ee | 4 nothing more, but silently ee- |More whi! judges Acoustics of| a RECEDING CHAPTERS, | sisted her into the saddle and swung Two Dead and Only One Not Metropolitan Opera! , : |St. Andrew's Congregation hy mete ” " ‘ Fee @uamend tune, | Tt wpa a rough trail, Wading through [and is forehead, they watched. “‘Phey/Aniahed he went out, caught up, Mus. Will Also Greet Father Evers, tami mh many ‘gullies, around miniature hille,| Were rewa: Presently by a@ faint/tard, swung into the le ang rege $ Il Is Girl He Has Bee House to Judge Fairly n | been comes to then” into bottoms where huge bouklere and |Micker of the eyeiils ant a slow flow|down to the ranchhouse door, His Capacity. pacity. hitiep “tye Taltlemake tnd is treacherous wand barred the way, along |of color in the pale cheeks, Then after |found Stafford in the office. The Courting. mares a n by ti i} of Morya ster! the face of dizajt cliffs, and through |@ Iittle the opened. ted the stray-man with a amile, ny novel [Java beds where the footing was un-| In an instant Ferguson's lps were ‘Somethin’ doin’? he quest do Dave | certain and dangerous. But in an hour | Close ‘to Rope's ear, “Who shot you, ‘ou might ‘call it that,” arch bem and mom. of the /they were on the plains and niding| Rope, old man?" he asked eageriy.| Ferguson, He went inside and seated Are it ait, | toward the break in the ridge of hills,|"“You don’t need to be afraid to tell| himself near Stafford’s desk. Wheto the shooting had been done, me, it's Ferguson, “I've come in to tell you that I saw a] ‘The man's pony had moved oft a Ht-| The wounded man's aves were glaed|some rustiers workin’ on the herd yee- from | tle and was grazing unconcernedly|With a dull _incomprshension. — ut) terday,” said, when they arrived. A brown heap in |#lowly, as though at last he was faintly) Stafford sat suddenly erect, bis eyes s told wherp the man Jay, and | con sd i the a of tho | lighting interrogatively. ion, his eyes gitn Just Back From Rome. - BY SYLVESTER RAWLING.| RENDEABON, Ky., Dec 22. —Authort- RBPETITION of “Lohengrin” at ib Gre marching tor Phitip Basen, tot the Met ng Opera House | jaet niet @erw to Introduce lowing the peteoting of five persone, tO) Heinricn Hensel, a new German to of, | tem etl after drinking beer tromalin tie title part. The young man, Siteher last sieht at the home of Thomas! whone home town—at least for ope Royster, a wealthy former Uving at) atic purporow—ia Wiesbaden, has « ‘The mreat fontival of Christmas wilt | be fittingly celebrated by the newspaper- tworkers at St. Andrew's! mond. Laviatt pul Roman Catholle Churoh on Duane atreet, | #7. xii drawn pis tar. Tet worn A solemn high mass will be sung at| them, “Fermumon'¢ "led to, misuert.Lariatt ot | Chg gm 2.90 A. M., thie being the hour most]! att knee ‘of Me sespictons ith: ing him. te hatred forces ana! tacit ; sently Ferguson was down beside | 4! “It wasn't Ben Radford,” continued nient for those who ar ight of returning ré y Reberia, twa ve iniioe west of here in many German cities and | manta Fa is pen Brat! earvita: stirs laun Men’ |) niger plead ey Medi! oor tf he smiled, ne be earprined Met told ag ag t he ‘The dead are Heury loyetpr, aighteen | Cove’ Garden, 10 appearance Postmaster Morgan has issued an nd Ferguson chance to | He stood up after @ moment, to con. | slightly. Roth watchers leaned tensely|taiin'—now. I'm waitin’ to see if come Years @4, am! Ketta Davis, « negre|!* handsome and his carriage larder to those having charge of thelfre hy nce Tea front Mise Radford, who had fallen be- | forward to catch the low words, one else does. But I'm tellin’ you this: i, pivmay saews ane good, but his impersonation of the jure [bind during the last few minutes of] “Ferguson told me to look out.” he laney got Rope Jones.” various departments of the Poat-omice | sot Li vy) . en's bled. “He told me to be careful 7 anger. to #0 arrange thelr schedules that ali| in Ee is ane thee wane tent in bie eee beet that they didn't get me between thom, |, Rett nae soe those who wish may avail themselves CHAPTER XIV. thrilled her for a moment of the oppportunity to attend this early " looked at him, Chriatmes celebration, (Continued) “He ain't dead, ma'am,” he eaid Gepehen, Out ot twee | eartay. rd thi pie Fat of the earth! ‘Foomes “s ner win: w ‘eat, however, that Gen, te coriousig M and tte death t#! air, Jiensol was nervour to a great de| expected. Lorena, a twelve-yearold | gree and that he was forcing hls voice Gaughter, is expedied to recover. An-|to meet the seeming diMoulties of the ey sot Rop But I wasn't thinkin’ {t would happen just that way.” And ‘now his eyes opened rcornfully and he struggled and you say?” he Ge where?" eho If upon one.arm, gazing at Ti ngregation of St. Andrew's are| On the Edge of the Plateau, | he 4*!*te4 her down from her pon: other negro servant J* in & aerious cons|Opera House, whi Aoubly interested in the Christman cele- poe Tokea up showing hime} TL® bullet got him tn the shoulder Dn ary oblect. and distinctly, (20 1 saw a man down there shoot an- ition. ‘The writer, thereto: “ a] She ¢ voice} “Wiiy,”" Le said slowly ani Inctly, "other, I got down as soon as I eauld bration thia year, Firat as the ergat | pair of wide, dry eyes, in]}—something approachirty app he his voice cold and metallic, “you're Berrie wos » former emplagee at the |POn! of him to ano an’ found . ‘There wasn't nothin’ . Christian holy day, and @econdly that /ff which ther still @ trace] looked swift! him, f — of a range boss! Why you—!" he Reyster farm ant ts raid to have heen MA ee oe Grivwold, the American baaso, they will meet their beloved pastor, ot perth "An capreualéa ot| you know biat" Pur ete Do droke off svddenly, his eyes fixed full found his an" btouant Me eeres eel paying attention to pilunche Royster, | 0° 0 the best finds of Mr. Gatt!, or Rev, Luke J, Evers, for the first time grave self-accusation shone;,, "I reckon I do, ma‘am," he returned.) Upon Miss Radford. “Why, It'* ®)qnore was two rustlers there. But only the thirty-lwo-yene-old Gaughter of the| M208Ver 18 responsible for his engade- since his return from Rome, the scene! in pig, “It's Rope Jones. Once he stood by me| Woman! An’ 1 thought—— = WhYs | ong done the-stiootin’. I got the name fan Whdse family war poisoned, againat| MOP! ‘8 reason, made of Heinrich an of the elevation of Archbishop Farley} “You were not to blame,” she aald| pyrene thought T needed @ friend. | (a'an: he went on, apologett of one.” And interesting character both f there's any chance I'm. goin’ to get|“T didn't know you was there! * ® ©) gating cursed, “I'm wantin’ to knew the wides of the other menwbers of the ong «| to the xalted position of Cardinal. duily, “You may have anticipated a « rt Spald 0 . ; him to your cabin—where you can take} But you ala’t goin’ to run off no calt ur n't family. Inlet, Albert Spaidin \ An elaborate musical programme has! meeting of those men, but you coutd| him a , a iy a. ghucks! | Who it was!" he demanded. “T'll make Blancs Royster was the only member |"! the cant was the furniliar one of teered his rervicos because of the phils ranged by the organist, Mr. P. J.[not have foreseen the and. Oh! She | Care of him tll he gets over this—if Wark thi"on Man ihe gots susprioed | im—Tat Johanna Gedeki as Kise, Margarete | UPOPY that the soctety represents, He » and thowe who are fortunate! shuddered again. ‘To think of seeing @ Jotecn! 1. ‘You're carryin’ on awful,” observed Be SeAuly wet poteoved. Matsensuer as Ortrud, He: Will be heard in the ‘oneerto | enough to aecure tlekets will hear music| man deliberately. murdered!” She realized now how thie tragedy) Know thar Tucson symodically end eat|Fersuson dryly. “But you’ ain't amenities ae Tetramund , Hermann Weill! in 1 and in won low symphony | second to none in the city. The choir] ‘Phat's just what It was,” he returned| Md shocked her. She reeled and t He shuddered spasmodically an Gay FOOh” Hs leaned eee f ed RALPH PULITZER TRUSTE und, and William Hi Will be Haydn'n tn KH flat, and, by re-| will consist of sololta of the various) quietly; “just plain murder, They had| World swam dizaily before her. Again| erect with a great effort, ford. “I'm quittin' my job right now,” E | the Merata. Mr. Herts conducted with| quest, Lise of this city, assisted by @]) him between them, He didn’t have a/#%e saw Ferguson dart forward, but] | “You 4, “Tattle of the Huns" played. ‘ sal ‘So you're quittin’,” Stafford sneered, “scared plum bec: Put out of business shuddered again and sank slowly back, | Wasn't far wrong when she steadied herself and smiled reas+| You won’ i JUDGE PUTNAM’S PLACE. ine ig fervor, but the fact that many | Will also players in the orchestra were - held up in the Subway, thereby deiay-| Jove Stransky and the Phttharmonte 4 His Duties Make It Impossible for | ine the beginning of tie opera for |OTChentra will pre ty's Sarlst to Act 23 Executor of nearly half an hour, seemed to have a! a fte Well it at i deprensing effect. ‘The general prement iv. the third, forthe frat t chance. He was bound to get it from jone .or the other, Looks like they He swung his right hand over his suringly. “it if naraty the thought that 1 must| head, as though the hand held a pistol, se YOU seen a man I reckon Leviatt ald"—— his eyes wide and staring, but unseeing. wouldn't say @ lot,” interrupted can be done,” Fergusoa looked sharply at Mise! Ferguson coldly. “T ain't admittin’ that trapped him; run him down there on purpose.” He held stirrup. “I reckon you he added, “You now put my little knowledge to a severe! But thy arm suddenly dropped, no test,” she said. “It rather frightened seen enough, ma’am,” me. TI don't know whether anything “Alto, better hop right on iio Lynch, Mi your horse an’ get back to Bear Fla . 4. An’ T ain't oar { the Pulitzer Estate. Hon of the work was not ax worthy asin America, It 1x in 'H major, o Mo Bho shivered “and. raised her head,| She succeeded in forcing herseit to| Radford, who was suddenly bending | fm aly slaved, dt, 1 ae eG Mlarrington Petaam, #epreme Court | *' M* Previous performances eran Soar aehs iekintoen Huet be dT ovpmrt il preter Roo AeA ed Rag hyalina breast, She. arose ‘after a little, | you, But I'm quittin’ the job you mive Justice in the Becond Judicial District, | KipTy " finn vioilniat, wil be the solo: MURA Sea CUGLNE, e Laseche a hore een atarting to her eyes. me. Ben Radford ain't the man Who's Yeoterday Med with Burrogete Cohslan, CHEATHAM'S ANNUAL he Haiatren ehilearion ‘The pete Been att ey she waid slowly, been rustlin’ your cattle, It's goméone He laughed grimly, “I certainly am, high,” she added, as she saw Ferguson dilating. ES “No, that will y, a chan to think it over while some Ch carefully, (heltian was atringing him up. You ain't yin’ anything about anything.” f ‘ pestice Putnam, in Gling his resigna- eho doean't iereain ay ‘yolunigee pote Vinee Mae! werdrat | Francia| ire, Taft ‘ll me aren ihyriraeeren too!" he Oremeredsshibiengee tied | glam, eatd Ble duties on the bench made | the old favorites there surely will] Joseph Is recovering and is in excelient) ing, and in the afternoon the President | some ‘heli Soon she saw that her efforts were to| fhe | 0. Then, jeclared. “He might need|be of little avail. Rope lay pitifully | made his way inside the bunkhouse and she added, seeing the ob-jsiack and unresponsive. At the end of | sought his bunk. int In the Heathoven concerto , i Ms resignation beth as executor of the La paagd Abad tie Udell dale ing number will be Weber's “Der ma'am," he returned. ‘You'd better go] start to unbuckle the saddle cinch on PTER XV. ee ee Vantin anes ‘Wil ef Joseph Puliteer and trustes of ~ nom, whove annual Christ- | Frelachuts” overture. ‘Str dertiaus right I'm ridin’ down there to se@/his pony, “Raise his head only a v CHAPTER XV. "tw skin’ me, * the York W mas matinee is announced for Tu | ait Gare). conress w Y f eee ies Ca New York World an4 the @t. Louis aber f le F yom | Agnus Det ( nd Chor) how bad ¢hat man is hit Uttle, That round thing that you h A Free Hand. any questions, I don't want any one ¥ <Pest-Dispatoh, the Pulltew: newepaper hoon at the Lyceum Theatre, has! Madeline Rives wilt sive the eecond of |sify "iden Howl, Med.” Nazen ed Ghe started toward him, protesting-| fastened to your eaddie (the #itc T was near 4nidnight when|orderin’ me around, But if you want f petlosiod, With great einidtilty, nearly | her series of chitede® matineos At Cart kn yar siege ledertang Ae § Wie eee ai muito Wor SNC ee (GaSe vey Well. Phere... NOW. Ret Ferguson rode in to the Two| the men who are rustiin' your cattle, P i wuigies, 7, anh, ir. clared, some water!" * u kramme Will consist of Christma ONE yoann "pole, Bi, We Moe, eR kde again, with a sudden grim BEY War down binids. the. weuRael Diamond ranchhouse leading rm ore to do the job. Do I woe tay Med Piper of Mtamettn’” ag | ity Got We Praise Fay Same humor, “There ain't any danger,” Ne/man in another instant, cutting away Ropes pony. > carefully ees saute onaenete ea ero! He ir a returned. “They've sloped.” & section of the shirt near the shoulder, unaaddied the two animals d,"" returned Stafford. aged Company, wary publishes [paced les rh oid pied songs by Do Koven and others, bar ree tr ng OL ‘will’ Kev eponea at Snvoluptanly, Gaping Pg Sed a with a knife that she had borrowed/and let them into the corral, taking bey) trey get "hold of the man The Wert. yooards. Public observ. a ad " " ye ont out on the plains, thro @ break in/from Ferguson, The wound had not/| great ‘ , ” gThe other trustees are George ence is concerned, it would not be| Jacques Kusner, a young Now York| 9.10 and only those having tickets will belt, ‘riage of hills, she could ape twolbied much and was lower than Fer- Gh ea gascllbe Sua unite Tigh eee iy ee Pe ed grimly, | “rnneciinn'll ‘nave, violiniat, continues to attract attention | admitted. horsemen racing aw: guson ‘had thought. ; nl be ante’ his some day,” he declared, i abroad, just completed a tour of —_—_—s—— “The cowards!" @he cried, her voice|” But she gave it what care she could,| ™*! Dearing @ silver plate upon whic ei. in’ him for myselt. kw orman cities and ta to 6 ‘patt's Quiet Christm, "To shoot a manland when Ferguson arrived with water | the punch name was engraved—he| rising. “I'm as rien nin. tae Bs. ‘ ting her of-|4, porlin in Feb! WABIILINGTON, Dec. 23. — looked |—from the river, a mile away—she| Placed conspicuously near the door of|Mebbe I won't soot nile | relies & Pulitser Publishing Company, and J, | toripas beforehand? All of he host of and Mrs, Taft their children will| at ‘Ferguson, her figure atiffening with |areased the wound and applied water|the bunkhouse. His own he carefully] Rope'd be some tickled ‘ » ARBts Ghaw of this city, fermeriy Pres. | admirers will be there to hear them,| \ Feaecls Joseph Reco spend Day quietly. No vis-| decision. : to Rope's forehead. suspended from its accustomed hook in| that the man who shot him could get f ‘ ienponsivte for him - be trouble. spirits, Ills cough ts much better, his| wij take some outdoor exercise. | jection in his eyes, “and if he does Lian hour's work Ferguson bent over her| At dawn he heard voices outside and| He turned and went out. Five minutes f pace Togas cotePine Bete , ppetite 1a Kood and his general’ ap-| Presents are arriving from all sections may be able to give it to him. You! witha question on his lips, he arose and went to the door, Several | later Stafford saw him riding slowly to- F mm The People's Symphony Orchestri earance 1s healthy. If the weather te| of the country. Mr. and Mra, Taft have know.” ehe continued, smiling wanly,| “Do you reckon he'll come around,|of the men were gathered about the| Ward the river. 4 k Frana X. Arens, conductor, will gt 004 he may #0 outdoors to-day, nent some things to intimate friends, “I have had some experience with aick | ma'am?” etep talking. For an instant Fergu- (To Be Continued.) £ THE CHRISTMAS SUNDAY WORLD so.scrnow = A Wonderful Number A MARVELLOUS FOUR-COLOR CHRISTMAS PICTURE Drawing by LOUIS BIEDERMANN. Verses by. PAUL WEST MME. 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