The evening world. Newspaper, February 13, 1912, Page 15

The es A . Evenin wa b \ “The Opera Bail,’’ With Marie Cahill, a Peasant Affair. : EY CHARLES DARNTON 667 STEN to Be," eang Marte Cuntli—and we were all ears. Wo didn't need 1 urging. It was such @ pleagure to Meten to Miss Cahill at the Liberty \ ‘Theatre Inst ment that even the most confirmed turkey-trotter wh) ewent to “The Opera Ball" must have been glad to #lt out her numbers. It waa quite unnecessary for her to advise us to listen to her after “Some- times,” for this number, broucht out in her own easy way earlier in the eve: ning, proved the best song shoe has had since “Nancy Brown." In singing it #ie returned to her old simple styte. Unite that falr-fat-and-thirty Indy tn "The Enchantress," she apparently didn't want ¢0 be @ prima donna—donna —dionna, She seemed quite content to be herself. Tt wasn't the slightest symptom of whooping-cough—not even & trill-to encourage the two throat specialists who sat within call. “Sometimes” revealed Macie Cahih at her best. That little lift in her yotce, resembling a vocal elevator given to tn- teresting eccentricities, brought up the song almost to the point where “Nancy Brown” got off @ few years ago. This was done without the slightest effort. Miss Cahili merely stood still and let her voice taito its course, and she was in such good voice that even the higher filgnts of Richard Heuberger’a muste| didn't disturb her in the least. The prese | agent had evidently neglected to Inform her that the score had been written on a bet that Wagner could be revived im Nght form, At any rate she made no attempt to carry this important mes. sage around the corner to the Metro Mies Cahill a# Cclests Deremy. politan Opera House. While athe rose to owed her delignt tn dipping into ragtime, and this delight | caston, she by the aud'ence. Her turkey-trotting was also enjoyed when she| showed "What We Ave Ganing To." | At no time did Miss Cahill grow excited over the music, The quiet charm) of the performance wes disturzed only by the youthful conductor of the or-| chestra, who should have Been bound and gagged. But even he couldn't epotl the good phat was well sung for | the mot 7 r George Ly de velves vor couldn't ha 60 Fair" mo: doen on t All Gentle never far bebind with her Volce. In honor wf tea nnese music perhaps, Miss Calilit wage her hair in a way thet sugKested « Vienna ro! trimmed with bangs. Ge also wore black in the frst act to remind us that she was a dashing widow. Then sie dashed oif a few: notes ta prove to trusting wives that thelr husbands couldn't be trusted. All this Jed to the opera ball in Paris, where masks and dominoes prevailed, but we didn’t get any further than the foyer, where Harr: Conor a8 looking for his "Dodo" and the plot Was put on ice, It was so cold { in the last act as to be almost Ufelees ‘A Litle ginger here was eadly needed to keep the audience warm, While Sydney \ Rosenfeld and Clare Kummer kept the revised book up to the usual standard in the beginning, they allowed It to fail flat at the end, Harry Conor as Theophilus Mr. C vas always as funny But Mr. Conor was always as funny Baaublangas he authors wowd allow him to be e role of a husband who Iked to get away from home for a night, while Miss Cahill succeeded in mating "The Opeva Ball’ a pleasant affacr. ‘The prodyction bore the stamp of good taste and the girls were ag pretty ag the music, ata : ine : | Interesting Bits bas ttle while the French farmer or peasant sends a few francs as sav- iugs to his banker in Par or some other clty. The banker h the fund UM there ts enough to buy @ bond or ontre apparatus o} ow aero- some other security, when it 1s shipped | Controlling apparatus of a new nero: plane {8 so arranged that ft ean be to the farmer or peasant and goes into of Information. ovided with an attachment with which the gas may be lighted by short clroulting the sparking ayatem with al switch from the driver's seat. ne jopérated by ell of two persons, the family collection, The French #a- | sated side by 8 ings bank 1s the stocking, and tt te} oo etuffed with s rites from all over A the world, pate | gwards eating | " Eaypt has but one manufacturing in- | Which to be dustry, speaking largely—the making’ of clwarettes, Cairo ts the centre of this industry, the leading s having fac- tories there’ which employ thousands of hands the year round, The tod used is !mported, mostly from ‘Turkey and Greece, Aside from. the enormaus | One of the beauty spots In Washinge [ton is the water Lily farm oonducted by is a clerk in the Treas: | r health, A spade with one turned up uta r ened edge and | @ has been tn: ( home consumption, Exyptian etzarettes | vented by a W man for triin: are exported to the value of $2,000 ming waiks and yearly, | i) a | Primarily for the use of physiclans,| putiding a paper making machine that ' a dynamo transformer has been tnvented! will turn out 659 feet of newspaper, {n France which will turn out currents! 475 inches wide, a minute, Of various tensions and strengths at the sane tine If dosired, #lish engineers have succeeded in| | Bolled potatoes are better th for cleaning hands blackened with kitchen utensils, soap | con- Acetylene gutomoblle headlights have tact “S’Matter, Pop?” your angry passions rise, doesn't come to expect him, don and of course an ensagement with a girl aawauwsa ik World Daily Magazine. Tuesday, eee ene e nnennn Februar i sa By C. M, Payne Bd ~~ DoSTay! , We HADN'T EVEN THOUGHT, OF GOING OUT As They Looked a Quarter Century Ago Old-Time Photographs of Stage Celebrities Lotta end Copyright, 1912. Miss Mitchell. The Bright Side. D re imagine worst about your friends. Suppose a girl breaks an engage- with you. ment to speak to her a again. Very like- ron a Betts ly she had some y perfectly o4 reason for her seeming @lscoui Perhaps her mother was ill, or perhaps e was {ll herself or was given aome extfa work, at tho !ast moment, from which she couldn't escape, At least walt for her explanation before letting Or if you are and @ young man) @ you the night you t put him in your black Of course {t's irritating, books at once. should be kept whenever it's humanly possible. Only sometimes it tsu't. Don't Judge too quickly. A NICE HARD WOOD PARQUET FLOOR OULD SET OFF THE RUG-AND “C, G." writes: Copyright, 1912, by The Press Mullishiug Co, (The MAN named Horace MoMahon ‘was driving a horse down 01) the main roads in Maine whi: * morm broke. A bolt ef lightning made the i folt; he broke into a run, end the: Wagon bolt broke. MoMahon was not broke, though, hav- lng money In his pocket. Tho rain fell and tho rein fell, but Horace reached out over the horse} i. {n the rain and gra’ “Ye mane -baste, “Ought @ gift who heq promised to marry me to write and| te ON'T be 00) receive love letters from her former 0) fence? He does not know thet sie the | ts engaged to me.” Then let her tell him et once and stup by The Pre Puldishing Oo, (The Mew York World), Maggle Mitchell—Lotta. HIN Margaret Jane Mitchell and Charlotte Crettree withdrew imo opulent retirement, @ little more than twenty years ago, they prac- tically ¢ook @ eohog! of drama with them. A few of their type hung on for a time, inctuding Minnte Palmer end Minnie Maddern (now the distinguished Mre. Fiske, but thirty years ago a hoy- denish soubrette aa Chip in Ferey,” ond ta stenilar roles and plays). (Tne aame dements always appeared tn Magste Mitchell-Lotta charactere— youthful vim, ever-ready bravery, enow- White goodness and budblesome tmpu- | dence; while the plays thro. gh which the popular soubrettes romped were in- eenuous combinations of farce and molodrame, Their titles are suggestive qnough, “Zip,” “The Firefly" and "The Littie Detective” being favorites with | v “Little Baretoot,” "A Wild Irteh Girt” and “A Middy Ashore” with Both actresses began their stage ca- reere ag otiidren and ended them as wealthy land owners, Miss Mitohell, | however, wes much older when she re- | tired, having been born tn 1892; whereas Mise Ovabtree did not smile her way into the world until 187. ‘The former produced her best-liked play, “Fanchon the cricket,” in New Orleans in 18m and retained ft as the leading tem of her repertoire for thirty years. Its only rival in the Mitchell devotees’ affections was “Jane Eyre.” This sowbrette of other days invested her ample earnings succeasfully in real este Lotta, ae Miss Crabtree was always known, was onty forty-four years old | when he gave up the stage, on which {sho had earned a fortune, which sie augmented by sagacious rial estate tn- itments, principally in San Francisco (where as a baby she was a favorite performer before ¢he Forty in Boston, where ehe now Ii “Foge's the correspondence, Her prescng course | rexret tt now and have asked him to iahonorable. return the cards, but he won't. What Shall I do?" “v. "writes: ‘I have sent eome sentimental postcards to a man who shows no signs of caring for me. I man, and let this be @ lesson to you in the future. Haye no mare to do with the young! Range Riders Another Great Cowboy Romance ByC.A. Selizer, Author of “THE 71WO-GUN MAN” | (Copwrighi, 1011, by Ouctog Publleiieg Company.) | searching cach face for corroboration, SYNOPSIS OF PRECKDING CHAPTERS, The five punchers bobbed their heads | pid Tucker ie aavager of tp reach. | afr matively. cies "trom comyetont rap “A woman,” repeated the range boss, ovectall, bar Mis cuitit ig already Brim enjoymel nh 5 for’ extea workess. A tal Joyment in hig tone. suliee te huss Yor a woniina oa i} He jerked @ thumb towant Unele om & wed 2, ani ] 3 Menry vetusale te Ho I'a hig niece, The vey mM to bare & ¢ ‘the man epee guy Ve shor art {Wouldn't stand for nothin’ byt bringing a refusal in peremptory, the ebpeay sig to Hint over here to sea you about It! Be sisegew tom inate “ier, tts ue ‘Tucker turned to Uncle Henry. I “A woman? he eald, Henry Then bd t get. pinning Unele with @ sharp glance = “Seur you say?’ Henry modded. “I reaken he's he oaid quietly, ‘She's a You reckon your man will th rride Cree te there ter Hs. the stranger ay Man Ader back wood girl, take good care of her?’ t atae. ‘ey rg slacring, aly, bit +f the does tot ; it wanes a rellaele,” returned Tucker cold- “What's your niece doing over on Carrizo?" “Rediin’," answered Uncle Henry; “Juet restin’, shi somewhat gun own,” he added, ralsing his evep to the manager's and regarding him wh Guiet seriousness. “You gee, har on’ me's been round quite a i'l’ bit an’ ft's made her pome tired, fhe wanted to reat up & bit before we went any further, she said. An’ 90 when we ren Onto the hut ever on Casrise we just 4 at the 4) Sie Ya) iene sorte J? outfit ede over what le fe water, ne CHAPTER X. (Coatiaued,) The Nester on Carrizo. BHEY'RE Lasy U men,” he with @ ewift glance of warning to phe range bossa. hey’ vi . tayed there,” To all % “they've found out that] ** * 20 Sm an Income Tve been pickin’ up some! “TROURRE It would be a goed place a , 1." writes: “Lam engaged toot thelr rtrays unt they've come over! '? Fustle cattle,” sneered Tueker. S 1 ll Ta hs but'ain ondy earning $10 a week. !to thank me-ar' take the steers beck,| Uscle Neney lowered iis eyes tn le Ought I to marry on that? Aa’ I'm goth’ back with them," he eald, |>eed embarrasement, DOESN'T THE NkW PAPER LOOK SWEET! Now, dim, A NEW DRESSER WouLD MAKE SUCH AN IMPROVEMENT= AND~ HE CHANDELIER. LOOKS TERRIBLY OLD-FASHIONED Om bed the ret. , What d'ye mane?” said McMahon, but the horse kept on By R. Linthicum. Which your letter ix dated. on, A writes New York World). with pis mano flying in the Maine wind. ‘The storm continued to reign, but the horse, paying no attention to the rein, eirl, but ehe at affair only lasted a now she begs ine to a) promises never to treat of and You can't afford it in New York, trom | "I sincerely loved a} leonly digntesed me for | carded him gravely “That manager 1 tald 1 about how sont for me, He's goin’ wive me a job.” He turned to the range does and ree “TL peckon we didn't thinks right off,” he sald slowly. "We diam have anything to eat to epeak’vf, an‘ 40 I just tap some ef yore steers. t couldn't let her starve, You reckon?" "Meo," admitted Tucker Grudgingly. “you couldn't, But you rustied twenty “1 reckon that's about com he ad. ‘ual Bea ned th steers, You eouldo’ 1 valng to ar-raign the beast, al- | anoties ohance lSaariton mlwate-vad Uncle Henry smiled. “No, 1 reckon {sam be gould not Feln i Only if your love for hor ts stil! allve, "Uncle Henry wos already guiding the}t- But 1"—— ene horse continued to run down the | not out of pity el: ‘woman'a*faitering fect toward the yr was all branded with the Lasy Unued to run down the horse, until the! "B. L." writes: "Would it be proper ee Bilge nil teoklandaa liaise @ : palailoege the rns bg y horse elipped in the rain and the rein’ to woman tn a store to adie lay a. ier G0 to sleep, reaurmed Hee: 4 too,| sipped from Horace and the horse gave /me ( a young man ane knows? Tam! i? lv: “One of Uaese aren will camp |": unmoved by the interruption, “that n the slip. \nd there on the sure he wants to Then let don't make after him, eet yn n taky the k you are runiing ain road MoMahon n with the re- ) Be ALL IT NEEDS 1S A NICE NEW RUG To COVER THE FLOQR-AND~ a ae | Coprright, 1912, ‘The Pr a, ™ Tie New Fort Wort) By Ferd G. Long ‘Hun AND- L SAW BUCH G: 77 SV \LOVELY DRAPERIES ( DOWN TOWN TOOAY- | oP] ANO_A MAKOGANY Rye CHIFFONIER- AND, JI = iy THE CUTEST, DESK ANU, HAIR! “AND fide unl Le HN} the mornin’. @ mold, turning ) Tange boss ad speaking suotie trons: “Lreckon that trip Won't take very long anyway.” The range boy and ve puncher rede into the Laay J copral yard jue at dawn, Unele Henry was with them. | - | They clattered up to the door of thes “That's why you covered the Lasy J | navager'a office and diamounted, Tuck. |W!) the Lasy U?" returned Tucker, er had heard them coming and rose to | #snliicantly, fi vle Henry emiled gently. {sharp glance told him that! "“! Feakon you eaught me efter all,” something ‘hat gone wrong, Pleat, “But oho dide't. | Bhe there was Uncte Henry, who should |thiMks they're atraye that I'nd keepin’ Ot have been with them at all, and he| fr you an’ that I've come over dere had meen that Uneie Henry's pteto) {fr ® Job, Bhe's a good girl, til wong in its holater and that} fverently, “She ber ale Avent ine aed umed, |6itl-only some folks didn't think 90. J reckon you'd Letter come ta,” he thet-a-wey sometimes, sald @horty, He left the door and went to hie dosk, souting himeelf in the chair ber wide it, Sflently the men fled im ang Fanged themselves along the wall. you men would hang me just utek: for stealin’ one as twenty, You élde't, Want Us here and we didn't have chuek enough to go on. You was bound te git me anyway. You recollect 1 told yoq I had twenty steers,” he eid sertousty, "t want you for to keteh me in "Yea," slowly losing its rigidity, What's your alece doing in thie here returned Tucker, bis bedy “they @o.) country?" Uncle Henry glanced around, inspeat- ing cach face minutely. “I reckon yourall wouldn't be inter-| ested In kaowin' that,” he eatd gentty. “I never found any one that was imter- ested !n It. Kverybody has got a heap to do to mind their own business, you reckon?” he asked “Over on Carrizo,” returned the range | bow» shortly, He caught the erim ine terrogdUon In Tucker's eyes. 4, anewering It, “he didn't ¢ | Ho's camped in front of the ol’ ¢ |doin’ guard duty. Isa woman. 7 The mild reproof brought expressive why we're hore.” amiles to the faces of the attentive | Tucker rose clear out of his chatr and|punchers, Tucker frowned, Uncle i} stood erect, staring tn astontshment| Henry caught the frown and straiget- aor ened up with resolution, “A (To Be Continued.) 4 the top of hie desk, what?" "Th ~ he snapped, bis eyes | %, r, erty covery biame minute, er en’ | Cause for Manslaughter, (27.17, .ims, May er ae seat, 113 ory uo bi 5 wamed to, and running dowmown to take im a T Mr. Muntauner: ore Geol Pour yews That's sure teach he relates tt a Wak, | What wes y0u to fort? sumery's easement i “Kor witli jacks of uJ Sang: semen & the eustouter ++ Lod tM ont wy “eth Md te y Cline Virae tar, piace he headed for was a barber ol. He 7 4 to gt the os of ol» preonsmede hair Easing His Conscience, A YOUNG vomap who wap visiting a. telend ia the Souey of the managed to Ga s@ themacives nabbed down smoath, The barver spotted hina said the berber, wi ‘And ¥ Yea,’ Give me a hair Rate ee Horie of the way th which tt qui '"How lovg have you been int® Vour year,’ atid the ex prisoner, low did you Uke ity Bret good, an | nom come one Amy upon Unobe the, otrotded at “4 oo (alt Leng) weder @ tase, ‘Huge? “Taking @ lithe capt, aren't seu, upclet’* Hurry,’ wid pleasantly ta wk herge ‘ot persackly misg,”” anid the ok Nower miad, MMurry.* year,’ said the barber, pausing to look ut af the widow, ‘And me ot by! wuk wid a easy cousclence,””—Youth 12 t