The evening world. Newspaper, March 15, 1912, Page 23

ill i + Fredertok F. been paying young lady. me fairly?” witet anche Duttiet@ ‘ae “> Countess Lidya von Schwalbenau. woman that it seems a pity-she should keep her charm on ice. She is very cold, even for a haughty .cqyptess. By warming up a bit ehe might be able to take the chill off the performance. She could do this without fear of seeming @ weak woman, for the way! bandits and the Baron that aheje quite able to take care of herself. A stronger Frits Gturmfels, who stamps about and squares his jaw and eheuléers as the Baron, !s muoh fun- mier than the eclf-confessed comedians. It's almost as hard to stand him as it le to understand him. He can't; help @oretty maid who sinze ttle Johnnie Glavin proves to her. In the earlier 8 g he 1s very funny in an ary dance with the atate- ette Horton. Joseph Herbert's accent is also funny. ‘The ook by Henry Blossom and @chrader {9 a grimly eeriously piece of work. But Felix Albini's music is worth hearing, and it 1s eé@mirabdly played by the large orchestra under the able direction of Antonio Noveilis. Betty Vincent's Advice to Lovers The “Other Man.” ‘94, L." writes: “For a year I have| y, attention steadily to a|nappy with him, Three months ago I in- — troduced one of my friends to her and @nce then she has seen a great deal | hi of Bim, Do you think ahe 1s treating J. A.” writes: goung lady, but she 1s very fickle in her treatment of me, Do you think it would be wise for me to meke her my “Baron Trench’’ Has Musical Distinction. BY CHARLES DARNTON. '¥ trotters may turn to the more energetic polka of other days Row that “Baron Trenck” has come to town with a romping measure that euggests Lulu Glaser in “Dolly Varden.” .3t t in a duet blithely called “In Merry, Merry May” that the music dances | ef with the new piece et the Casino. At finst you think you have heard %t before, but @ moment later you decide you've never heard anything exactly like by Blanche DuMeld. We hear a ,urgat deal about comic opera prima donnas, but we seldom hear one, Miss DumMeld ie that rare songbird—e prima donne who isn't comic, Her voice is olearand true, and when it ecars to that high note which ie both the hope and des- pair of so many singers it gats there without the slightest dimoulty. Miss DumMeld is such @ handsome throws chairs about must convince oth the atruts, and Perle Barti John Stavin Mariza. Nikola, “Baron “Trenok”’ fen't very Hvely, but accepted as old-fashioned comic opera % hes eousical charms that are not to be despised. habit. So I have refused to marry him, Am I right?" you would probably be very un- “H, D." writes: “Ought a girl who an understanding with a youn , though there 18 no actual en- jement, to accept attentions from If she has not promised to marry | others?” you she has a right to accept atten- tions from others. — many attentions as she pleases from “P. D.” writes: © young lady, but she Js angry with me —_— because three years ago I made some elighting remark to her employer about love with @ young man and know he ther age. I have apologized, but It has] loves me, no difference, . not see that you can do anything, | You advise? @ince the young lady {8 90 relentless, Until she has formally promised to marry one man a girl may accept as am in love with a| others, “A, 8." writes: “I am very much tn But one of his friends has What shall I do? told me that he ts deceitful, What do Don't laten to idle gossip, “J, B." writes: ‘What ts @ proper birthday gift for a young lady whom I have only known @ month?” Do you know her well enough to give ” her anything at all? Let tt be candy or flowers at most, I wish to marry a Not urfless you are convinced that she fe her « e a. loves you, despit: » ber hanges of mood ae &° wrueretabees dad tee | ML, D." writes: “I love a man dearly, [Of my friends are receiving attentions from three young men, How shail we ‘out he te in the habit of drinking too}ana out if they love us?* feueh, and though he has tried he can- 868 succeed in breaking himself of the sooner or later, 66 y ! ily 5 Schooldays # VNNATUR HEN, Oct. 99, 184—at Wallack’s ‘Theatre, then catied Paimer’s— Olga Nethersole first showed herself as Marguerite Gauthier in the Grama generally called “Camtlie,” « 00a many old players likened her achievement to that of Jeffreys Lewis ase character about twenty years Olga Nethersole made her American debut two weeke before her appearance as Camille, her opening play, called “The Transgreseor,” deing a complete failure, yet allowing her to electrify the audience by her acting. She had, it is not generally known, been {imported from London by Augustin Daly to eucceed Ada Rehan as leading woman of hie memorable stock company, the idea being to present Miss Rehan as an individual star, The plan was abandoned. The accompanying photo- graph, taken in 184, shows Miss Neth- Find “Patches Follow <a Every Woman Her Own Beauty Doctor 1—BEDTIME BEAUTY CULTURE. EN minutes of beauty culture at night !s worth half an hour in the morning,” sald the Woman of Thirty, as she took the hairpins out ] of her hair, combed it and then shook it, etrand by strand, against the head through tl “That's a funny stunt," sald the Average Girl, “What are you shaking your halr for?" “To ventilate the roots," said the Woman, “The hair being closely colled day needs an airing before one braids it loosely €or the night, Twice a week also I rub a little tonéc into my hair, but tt ts not wise to do @o every night. Come, try It. ‘Give your head a shake, shake, shake,’ as we used to say when we were ohfldren and played tho Shaker Dance—and see how good your scalp fecls."* “To talk about {t,"" continued the woman, “sounds If my bedtime toilet was an elaborate affair, but tt really takes up very little time, Perhaps fif- if I hustle, But no matter how late it 1s or how tired I am there are certain things I always do religiously before I Jump into bed, for it 1# regularity that counts in beauty culture more than anything else. “Well,” sald; the Average Girl, ‘It ds easy so far, What else do you we a “Next I wash my face, neck and handa with warm water, using a mild soap, but being careful to rinse it off If they care for you they will tell you | Well. splashing the water up on my face five or stx times or more until the @oapy feeling has quite disappeared, After the face ts dried 1 :ub @ little cold eget teen minutes if I dawdle, and only ten, brities ersole in the cloak she wore in the eec- ond act of “Camille,” When stil young enough to “look” euch heroines Jeffreys Lewis was high- ly esteemed as the Countess Zicka and Fedora in the @ardou plays of “Diio- macy” and “Fedora,” as Stephanfe in “Forget Me Not and notable among Ghakespeare role eg Desdemona and Ophelia. The former was, the second part ehe played in America, the ac- companying photegraph, however, hav- ing Deen taken efter she had been in thie country three or four years, Miss Lewis made her debut here Sept. 11, 1873, playing Esmeralda tn @ version of “The Hunchback of Notre Dame.” The memorable Charles Wheatleigh was business manager and a chief actor of the company, while the wealthy father- inlaw of Marie Bonfanti, the ballerina, who atill lives in New York and teaches dancing, was the “angel.” As They Looked a Quarter Century Ago Old-Time Photographs of Stage C Copyright, 1912, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New Tork World). OLGA NETHERSOLE—JEFF REYS LEWIS. vas fi Hi APT ag, Teach Fisuine ‘Tus Serine =, ie TS by The Prose Publishing cream very gently under and at te edves of the eyes, Thi Wrinkles first bogin to show In a woman's face. I lea the tdea being to nourish the skin and prevent hollow "It looks like mixed drinks," & amall fortune in beauty parlors pay no attention to such a aimple thing as this, I always brush my teeth thor- oughly at night with luke warm water with a big pinch of bicarbonate of soda in the water, “All these things seem so slmpte and easy that I know you are a little dis- appointed in the bedtime toilet, You expected something more elaborate, didn’t you? But it is the little things that count in beauty culture far moro than any sensational stunt. But before we go to bed there ts one little point that perhaps you will find benefictal. Just take this "bottle and rub some of the contents on your eyebrows." * said the Girl, “And what bay fum and it will make your eye- brows grow thicker,” sald ee. oman, this ¢ the place where mon all night, # By Andre Dupont # “What in the world are you going to do with half a lemon?” sald the Girl. “That's the way I keep my neck so white, that, If I do say it who shouldn't, | and you steal frem wi man. You it's the envy of ali my friends, You see the collar of that black lace walat I] steal two, t’'ree cow, maybe all right, wore to-day stained it a@ little, so first I put on a wee bit of cold cream to Prevent any irritation of the skin and then I rub the lemon al! over th e off all the stain. If I went to bed without treating it the «rime so ground into my skin by morning that my neck would never come whit “The care of the teeth at night !s also of the greatest importance to the woman who wanta to be good looking; though many of my friends who spend | dat. neck to id be (Copyright, 1011, -by SYNOPSIS OF PRECKDING OA! To of an | teacher, a ‘gang, of cat Dore, but CHAPTER XVII. (Continesd.) Susie Humbles Herself. It looked peaceful and and inviti yet knew that the whole Indfan force might be there to He had Bore More meay much ht hav interim. It was characteriatic of Smith that he aia pot ‘slacken his horse's pace—he could equirm out eomehow. It gave him no concern that he had not a dollar to divide with Susie, he had promised, and his c! the lose of the money had vi he, rode. Hie temperament wi gulne, and soon he was telling himeelf that ep: lon, there ‘were cattle and horses on thy ae always stBlee’ tor’ him,” Folfowing wp this qhenstet vein of thought, he soon felt ty ‘Homfortable as if the money were already or his pocket. Smith threw up his hand in friendly greeting as the Indian woman came down the, path to meet him, There was no response and he scowled, “The old woman's got her sulk on,” he muttered, but his volee was pleasant enough when he asked: “, you glad ere you been?” she ded. He stopped unsaddling end looked at never had no boss, me—Smith,” he ered with significance. ‘You got a sweetheart!” she uret out 5 hand, The tense muscles gradi and the darkness (ifted her face ike @ cloud that has obscured the sun. oe miied and her eyelids dropped shy! “Why you go and no tell the? she asked plaintively. ‘At was @ business trip, Prairie Flower, and I like to talk to you of love, not business,” he replied evasively, She looked puzzled. “I not know you have busines: “Oh, yes; I do a rughin’ bust: spell Sho persisted, unsatisfied: jut what kind of business?’ ith Idughed outright. he answered humorously, ood deal—in the dark of She was keer for she drew der her left Indian sign right hand alyly un- ‘Well? She grasped his coat sleeve. don't do dat no more! De Indians’ | y mad. Dis teh you, bat more brave @ maybe dey not wome time, yes! You but when you steal de white m: horses de rope i# on your neck. 1 know—I have seen. Some time de thief he swing in de wind, and de magpie pick at him, and de coyote jump at him, Yes, I have seen tt like Smith shivered. “Don't talk about them things," he wald tmpatiently, “I've been near lynchin’ twice, and I hates the looks of a siip-noowe yet; but I gotta have mone | As he stood above her, looking down upon her anxious face, a thought came PA to him, a plan so simple that he was | amazed that it had not occurred to him | before, Undoubtedly she had money tn tho bank, this infatuated, love-sick woman —the Scotchman would have taught her how to save and care for it; but tf she had not, she had resources which Amounted to the same: the beat of seourtty upon which she could borrow | | money. Biggest Cowboy Story Since “The Virginian” By Caroline Lockhart than he had thought,|™ mournfully, “I'é eut crooked work and quit takin’ teller like me has But can’t go around without Pocket, and feet gt HT ; i tie Flower. Five—ten thousand dollars maybe ” 3 Tie ‘watched, the effect of hie narrowly, She did not ecom startled the eume he mentioned. He i $ & al aI i ey, and I gift it to yeu, ight to you, white man!” a bf I f (seus nara Pema ly sus genome gouache natura awe: ana et at in her high Uke you thtough thick and t! would! What dtd you pull out Ilse thet for anyhow?’ “Well, str, Buste, it fair broke aay heart to etart off without seein’ pretty face and hearin’ your sweet voles again, but the fact ts, I got so waitin’ for you ¢hat I juat to be travellin’. F breese, and I has no leave & ale, 5 relaxed, | do uaty, “Smith,” she sobbed, “don’t you. feei sorry for anybody? Couldn't e I Fie anybody? Couldn't you pity Smith made no reply, 66 she went'en brokenly: “Can't you remember that you was @ kid once, too, and didn't know how, and couldn't, fight grown up mean to you?—and how you now you don't have to do any- t wo ont you do somethin’ good when you've got a chance—juat this once, Smith? Won't you go away from here? You don't care anything at all for mother, Smith, and she's all I've ched her hands toward bim api is, while the hot tears wet her cheeks, She was the picture of childish humiliation and misery, Smith looked at her and listened without derision or triumph. He looked at her tn stmple curtosity, as he would have looked at a suffering animal biting itself in pain, The unexpected outbreak interested him, Through a blur of tears, Susle read thing of this in his face, and her dropped imply to her sides. not that Smith did not under © fevlings. He did—perfectty. He knew how deep @ child's hurt ts. ‘He had been hurt himself, and the sear was still there, It was only that he aid not care, He had lived through Bis . hurt, and #0 would she. It was to*his , interest to stay, and first and always he considered Smith, A ‘You needn't say anything, aid slowly, and there was no more sup. tion in her yolce. "T thought. a tee < [lads Leste op Rew, ou before, Smith, but I know you Ho was sure that her cattle and jhorses were free of ‘mortgages, and | there was the comtny oven of hay, Sho him t | had promised or 8 from | that, 1f he would stay, but the eale of it | war still) mont “WThade way. » Prairig Flower,” he kn bet ‘When @ white man je he's me sever Tve