The evening world. Newspaper, January 25, 1912, Page 17

; ~ T38 THEY RVER SoSMALL WHENEVER You SRE A PIN, Ach IT UP AND ‘P WILL ALWAYS ‘PAT You on THE BACT ‘White Magic’ Could Charm Only Schoolgirls. BY CHARLES DARNTON. @ sewton notable for its half-successes and semt-failures it {s something to @chleve the superiative of any sort, so let it be said at once that “White Magic," at which Miss Gertrude Eliott was not the only one to open her eyes last night, has the distinction of being the silliest play of the season, An extraordinary amount of acting ability was wasted upon three acta of romantic nonsense credited to the tate David Graham Phillips and the recent Rol Cooper Megrue. I don't know the color of Mr. Phillips's novel, but I hate to (elleve tt is as pink-and-wihtte as the play at the Criterion Theatre, Youth, of pis always charming—theoretically—and love's young dream is much pleas- anter than nightmare, but @ whole evening of this mixture, unless prepared by a akilled hand, is Ilkely to seem rather innocuous for theatre-goers with full-grown appetites, If Liebler & Co, could book this play for a tour of the young ladles’ seminaries the venture would no doubt prove {inmensely prof- itable. “Wihtte Magic could charm only schoolgirls. The wiiful young hetress coming In out of tho wet to discover the great unknown artist In his hiliside studio; the great unknown artist ask- ing her to pose for the picture of the beautiful girl his fancy hed alroady painted; the haughty, snobbish mother ehocked at the idea of having the great unknown come to dinner; the milllon- aire father whose Jersey home is hie imposing castle; the unromantic lover who is glad to be jilted; the sensitive artist in evening clothes turning his back upon vuigar wealth when the sordid millionaire so far forgets himself 9 to offer a good price for the pictur the priceless tears of the grieved hetr- ens; the abrupt departure of the unfed \ ; hero (who kindly mentions the name rtrude Elliott as Beatrice Richmond vor oe evar hotel at Thien be will pause in his mad rush for Europe); the heiress in chaste pursuit at sald hotel; the capture; the fond embrace—all this to etir the fancy and thrill the heart of the doting achoolgirl! And you should know without further delay, gentle reader, that “White Magic" had something more to offer, something novel and timely. It was coyly Lrought up to date asa “leap year comedy,” tn order that the heiress might have a good excuse for telling the artist that she loved him and that she knew he loved her. This was so sudden that he, poor devil—he had only $10,000— Decame rather frightened and held her off for three acts, The first act was labelled “pink and white magic’; the second, “black magic," because of the grim iadow of wealth, I suppose; and the last white magic," in which we saw love trlumphant and pride conquered. T may have this all wrong, but I'm doing my best to make it clea’ Occasionally the ingenuous diatogue revealed a pretentiously “smart” wittl- clam and in rare moments a genuinely clever speech, But the only scene that rang true and proved reatly Interesting ) wag the one in which the independent artist and the watchful millionaire took each other's measure and talked all over the lot in thelr efforts to get on mutual ground, Julian L'Estrange and Ben Johnson made the most of this situation by acting lke two reasonably embrrrassed human beings It was not to be wondered at that Mise Flloit did not seem quite at ease in a role at com A her to keep telling a man that he loved him, She y pretty, though a bit stiff, and once she was out d road to travel. sh Cleopaira n “Rebeilion® After her charming and her splendid fiashe it eeemed a great pliy that she should be thrown away upon this Impossiole Julian L'etrange as Roger Wade. role, Her constraint was ghared by mpany and moro than one line was jadly twisted, but Mr. 1/Estrange gave a smooth and manly performance that raved the artist from becoming ridiculous, Here was a lead’ an who ded all the others #9 easily and gracefully that it was a pleasure to wateh him, Alexander Scott-Gatly, an- other English actor who knows his way about the stage, did everything that ert vee a ant ger na ‘as tedious, The characters obeyed the author's yotce, but never the simple laws of nature, other members of the Betty Vincent's Advice to Lovers A Gir.'s Emp.oyer. IRLS, do not get dnto the habit of accepting Frequently that sort of thing begins naturally enough !n the case of young women and the men in wa) offices they are employed. Perhaps there {6 an extra press of work and the employer, to save tm nds 0 for hie own lunch and that of the stenographer whom tir busy. Then it easily comes about that he ask 1 him outside the office "tw to lune! Belty Vincent " ately this quite no ide to-jum earances, particulariy | sav ‘The right sort more of you '!f u and frankly tell hb pay war of placing a stamp n The Smalt Income. Le A “P, W."| writes: "I wish to marry, but] side do ‘am earning only $18 a week. Do you , \nk marriago advisable?" Wr AL ‘ou would find {t hard to get along on | Accept a ring and other p wum in New York, Better wait and | 4 aries vid aa ie no ty ial i y creased, | Whose wife does not know of his gifts? your ealary will not be i mane wife 068 net Dd." write tte the speckal Gree unwise, if nothing wor nm meat Evening World Daily terrible calamity some years ago. Henpeck—Yes; but speak easy. ae Waste. Je now they're making an awful fuss about the price of butter— though just why butter should bear the brunt of the public's indigna- tion I don't know. Butter {s one of the luxuries, The necessaries, pota- toot flour, &c., have just about gone the Itmtt, and important butter, The woman whope husband has the average moderate income says to he® friend: “My dear, I don't see how the poor live. What can they eat, what cuts can they buy, with food prices as they are?” And the lady at the top of the soctal der coos: What's the use of being a million- aire’s wife? It takes half one's income to t a decent dle nowadays. How does the middie class get along, I'd like to know” than 1 eee UT we're not interested In the cull- B nary woes of Mrs. Millicnalre, She has the money—let ter spend It. it doesn't go for edibles tt will for hing else. re interested in the woman who Fortune Teller—! eee by your palm that you were overtaken by a they're more {of his several high office: She's in the next room. ntimate Chats With Women (°x2 22s do her marketing—and we want to make that money do comfortably for a week's food, with a bif left over just for good measure, Waste ds the black bugaboo in the av- er erage household. If a woman ke vants she blames them for the extra Kant consumption of foodetuffs, Sometimes it's warranted—more often {t's not. If that same woman will try to run her own kitchen for a while, she'll see where the waste is, The French women are the ones who know how to use “scraps.” They can us No. 13—-Duane Street. ‘The first Mayor to hold office in New York City after the Briti#h had gone and America was free was James Duane. He was a clover lawyer and a stanch revolutionist, #0 strongly was he com- mitted to the patriot cause that he was forced to flee from New York when the British seized the city in 1776. Duane, as soon as the Revolution was over, was elected Mayor. He served from 1783 to 1788. This was but one He was also Trinity Church's la) has just so much money with which to! in the first of the various lawsults over Magazine, New York Streets, And How They Received Their Names. wlan alcoholic beverages In any form. Thursday, january 25° 1912 Palmist—This little line in your hand tells me that ©, ret up the fanci you'd care to ea dained remnants. The American woman doesn't seem to have the knack; and éf she DOES at- most palatable meal from yesterday's dis- portions of puddings, ples, &e.; pl meat that c ing ragouts and ately thrown away that would add to a soup's flavor and you dis! - Col. Tanglefoot—Pardon me, madame, but that line iz a scar | got when | cut myself on a broken whiskey bottle. ) By Mme. Legrande uld be made into fine-tast- are dellber- bones from roasts, pot-p PoR AINT YA GONNA ‘PAT ME ON THE BACK Fa (Copyright Fe, a cowl ‘Ciminaron, Sherif dim W the town Wh at a like oR: 1 ste whe cima MoVe the tat missed hin, tl waten Again Bar on." wot there were no losses on the 1911, by SYNOPSIS OF PRECHDING CHAPTINA CHAPTER V. (Continued,) A Tragedy on Little Elk. HORE,” time Cross ranch over on the Range Riders Another Great Cowboy Romance ByC.A. Seltzer, Author of “THE TWO-GUN MAN” wting Publishing 0.) toto the et y tittle “Forty-odd. Bonanza smiled again, ‘Tucson's got forty-neven,” he sald, ‘I counted them y while they was graain’ in the in near Lattle Elk. Besides, he ain't y long enough to do it any other way.” Honanza allowed a slow glance to travel over the manager. “If I was runnin’ things Td take it that them even beeves belonged to the Bar You couldn't prove It, “an’ you can't do anything unless y ketch him with the goods on.” . Mebbe not,” returned Bonanza coldly, {it | but I reckon I'd have some one go over agreed Honanza, eyes on the ceiling. ‘n shore got to b pped. Give. Tucson an’ he'll have the studied the tall puncher, but orn face Was aprioun, He dia- ing him to resume his there an’ git the beeves.”” McVea sensed a deop meaning tn Bo- nanga’s words. He leaned forward. ‘It you was managin’ the Bar Cross who would you send over there?” looked steadily at the man. I'd pick out a man that I could! trust to keep his head shut. I'd tell; him to go an’ git them beeves, an’ Td say nothin’ about how he was to de It I reckon you could tell me where T could git such a man?" inquired McVea aignifican Bonani Temtted mirthlessiy. “If you wi tookin’ right bard ne could see one now,” he said. McVea drew a long breath. mS “If T was manager,” continued ‘4 I ‘Then ick out such a man. nanga, T'é give him about 00 an’ tell him tof, tempt It, @ foolishly informs her lord|nutriment are never used. ally. Then Ronangza was again with- 0 ahead.” and master that he ts partaking of @ ee awn and the following week more} SS 210" + suadenty erect. successfully disguised left-over; and ho ‘D the proud housekeoper says ly oe was the watch now] "Look heret” he said. “Let's talk promptly loses his appetite and his tem: A “Oh, LE never skimp and stint] taken up. Not ono man of the Bar| business! Tt wouldn't do a bit ot sae per, Such ts the spoiled American man I never have a fortune If have | Cross outht but knew in be own mind| to sit the deever an’ let the man wt ali The food that dadly goes into the dis lto get tt by saving bread crusts." that ‘Tucson was the thief. But it was| He'd git more. Raderatbrery ne it's? card in the average New York kitchen | ‘That tnn’'t the klea at all. No one ever|one thing to know a thing and another| the man. When the mate fine Jn would feed another famt! accumulated a fortune by saving bread| 9 Prove !t. McVea thought sertoualy refed » Bread in great quantities ts wasted; | crusts, although that. may have been | of Sending for a gunfighter, but this Tucson's | , although that may have by oun ; “hore. No one could eit Tuc’ es one of the fortune's worthy attributes, | @MOURHt was abandoned on the word of] | ImnOre Tucson first. Ly Trinity's title to the Chureh Farm] ¢) In a play you to indulg that you would oth do without, produced this It's the idea of GENERAL thrift that ason, 01 in @ few luxuries wise have had to will show in your accounts at the end of | guntyhter the year. Not, perhaps, to a large sum; | take a" st jbut to an amount sufficiently large to » the * replied that he Bonanza that Tucson w | with @ gun and th um quick”? t there wasn't @ in the Territory who would with him, who pointed out Tue- son's clumsiness’ with bis gun ¢hat night at the bunishouse, when he had attempted to shoot Bonanza, the latter had always considered Miinnelf lucky to get out of that scrape e wctors, a walt} street which the heirs of Anneke Jans claimed. | and a anecinen of the oA ib aphunent Hie. reterred to) tae thot tHAt Duane spent much of his time at his|{ty, ie interviewed by a rch young man maggie a begs Gecdls ol big country estate at some distance! “you never e'n tol! when anythiug schare had drawn hte north of the city, This estate com-|is comin’ In handy,” he says gun no very nt that Tucson prised what is now Gramercy Park, as] always saves everything 1 gits had begun speaking in order to forestall well as much of the land surrounding |'nough it comes in when ye | ‘ny attempt that the latter might have It, Fow people in that day dreasied | pect tt!" made, He would nov have dene: this that New York City would ever roll far] Lack of roon tn our «mall aparte with woman Wan conaldered slow enough north to engulf this pleasant} prevents us from following thie ¢ ae ee nee country seat with tts surrounding woods |jent advice, but {t ean he modified. SB ocuiea’ waa néeihad’ aan tas and meadows. Americans, with their reckless, tmpul- stolen while the men rode sign, But even then the northward move-|sive spirit, are always too ready to after a little vigilance was relaxed ment had begun, And whon #everal| “throw away" thinks, cattle to disappeai hew streets were cut through the fletds| Just remember that the greatest atep| Then MeVea took 4 hand in the gaime, north of City Hall Park one of them|toward financial 1 domestle success other men off. For two Was named In honor of James’ Duane, Jia a fight against waste. bg MT RAT I dati ely Schooldays # ALL (ve Got T ETS) 1s TWAT (hs A Pret Meant TRick To MAKE A iP Shr) Yes wack In the high st de. Reowce ony Kye Doc WATCH tind “% atches’’ ana Follow the String! Covyrl 1912, 4 by The Fran Fiblishing Co, (The New York Work) cK Toor aap EERE TARE uo Cond To Drop SOME EGHT et A minute ) w& By Dwig er Cra MeVea It ect Elk happe fin ed to pry sing. But strangely continued to disappear, d to be hanging n of the range cattle 1 the other, n thelr camps ote free, Jaughing ¥e wm joretly at the manager, MeVea coult j but know this, He mivaed his lout sleep; his eyes grew wore rk 4 appered under thom. — Rverywhere was greeted with quiet smiles, subtle Jewta and en- couraging advice. With @ stern patience that denorved , better reward he lad clever traps for the thief These were lanored. Then one night he rode twenty miles out of his Way, making a clreult tn order to p of frbalsame of this two days before he latter had re a resort, term. so close to Tueson on . this warn with turned to the ra oon gune in was |. he bore m and damaged could One che vanity. 4 secret to no one, pired that Tucson had pon hin from benind, had taken fied hin and compelled % the f the on he around his place part n off w w days following ea had had his son, he came upon edge y to Hikewl#e ig over 1 Interest, seen a nothin’ to ed MeVea giumly, e& gow missin’? n the vietnity of the: without git wi i anin’ that when TI spoke. 1. ain't got no love for Tucson. 1 ain't forgot that he tried to shoot me. ‘admire to get paid for putin’ bin out sald Mc-¥ He urged his when he y forward, Reara Ronanza’s voice. “Tt ain't eysttled,” he sald slow! ar) to have the money first. It's got (0° ‘an’ I want what's comin’ to. on top of it. That'll make five indred and seventy. If I git Tucson I'd have to hit the breese tmmediat. . T reckon there’d be some talk among the boys.” “The money'l! be reat: assured Mi Vea. ‘Day after to-morrow the boys; are goin’ down the Purgatory, an’ I'll along with them to Trinidad to git money." ‘Correct, returned Bonanza: “I reckon Tucson's aa good as dead. On the day appointed the outfit issued from the Bar Crose headquarters to , take up the long trail to the Purgatory. McVea accompanied them, telling them ha was going to Trinidad. ‘The next day he returned alone. All j the men—even to the blackemith—ac- panied the outfit. The ranch was desert except for the manager and) Bonanza. That night Boranaa rode up to the ch house door and dismount- ‘/ ed. MeVea saw him and called him to tho office, “You got that money?” questioned Bo-.” nanza 4s he came close to the manager. Yea nodded. “Brought tt over from Trinided te-~ day,” he returned Bonaga@le: ‘grimly. “art It""he Commanded. An’ git on your cayuse, I've got somethin’ to show vou. ‘Ten minutes later the two swept out on the plains, riding In the direction of the Little Elk crossing. “I reckon you got him? questioned MoVea, eyeing the stern-faced puncher, who hpstrode hie flying pony silently, always a pace or two in advance of the manager's laboring animal, “Walt,” returned Bonanza, looking around, | For an hour they rode nothing, with a big. yellow moon at their backs, Presently they caine to Little Bike crossing and saw Tucson's xnve ina pateh of moonlight | that straggled down through the trees, eo vas no Nght tn the cabin; no sign got be cash, without on, saying of Tucson, | “I reckon" began the manager. | “He's over he: interrupted Bo- jnanza, | He urged his pony through a clearing and then followed a narrow trail that led deep into the cottonwood grove. F }several minutes this trail eigxay rough the wood, and then sudd oke out into another clearing. ched the fringe of trees the 4 reared and came to a hi ling. arely in a patch of mc on the edge of @ clearing a man swung, dangilng from a rope's end | a pe . “Phat's him!"" said Bonanaa grimly MoVea drew a coming into it as iw Watched the Kruesome thing swis \ing idly in the breeae, Then, the shock asin, irged bia pony closer and tly at the face of the man, on! he said in an awed He did not remain long in the clear- ps. He Urged his pony about and elat- Nered ove back trail, Bonanza fol- lowing, they reached the edge of tae Wood McVea turned and looked at | Bonanza. (Te Be Continued) swan ee” ap oes cuinenieesarerensaats |