The evening world. Newspaper, March 20, 1912, Page 19

Seg BE nt ae, 0 oe ‘The Evenin A FELLAM CAME ARouND THE ‘CORNER IN A AuTOMoBEEL ANIY Tan over Him You BerreR Come out AN Ste Aout Your writ ee oe The Little Theatre Plunged itoDarkness After Chinese Play. BY CHARLES DARNTON. HEATRICAL seasons have an odd way of following a fashion. This year may bo described in glowing colors as “tho Oriental season.” Nothing in} the secret, far-away East, apparently, has escaped the hand of the West- @mn producer. He has travelled to North Africa to find a new sensation in “The Garden of Allah;" passed to ancient Arabia to fecl the fatal thrill of ‘Wkismet;” decome speechiess in old Persia with “Sumurun;" and ast of all penetrated int) the eacred palace of the Emperor of China to show us how the Son of Heaven loved and learned wisdom two thousand years ago. \ It was at the Little Theatre yesterday afternoon that we beheld “The Flower of the Palace of Han." Winthrop Ames offered a beautiful production, but | the curious ald Chinese play ftself proved interesting only as a curtosity. | The greatest demands were made upon Miss Edith Wynne Matthison as Tehao- Kiun, who, like Monna Vanna, leaves her husband to saye her country, and on Frank Reicher In the role of the! | peror who learns the great lesson | } rulers—the sacrifice of self the state, Miss Matthison gave | quict-toned drama its*only reat| in the gurden of the palace, where she attuned her votce to the strains of @ lute, But the spell was soon broken. Only a siight thrill E of great for Y Mor21F FULLER. (Y was felt when the traitor Mao was put to death by ti fierce ‘Tartars. With its sugges- tion of Oriental tortures and savage mutilation this scene moved swiftly to the next, In which sorrow and pride The Papers Say By John L. Hobble Ls | - watked hand-inehand as Tchao-Kiun 4 left hor husband to save the land from| Copyright, 1912 27 Te, Bo, pntns Om § Edith Wynne Matthison as the Tartar invasion, Her death by : | Tehao-Kiun, plunging from a rock into the River| gg N found asleep in door- Amoor wasn't as tragic as it might have been because something went wrong M way was arrested.” He with the scenery. The mountains moved a considerable distance, to ihe west was charged with 4m: ‘before they could finally get settled, ‘The last scene showing the grief-haunted Emperor eourning for hie dead bride and determined # live dor hie eorrow alone | Pereonating GN opicer. until moved by the spirit of an ancestor, seconded by that of Tehpo-Kiun, to change his mind, was a bit too long for impatient Occidentals with a growins| A searching party of aviators has i ftiret for tea, But it ended ina burst of giry that was rather dazzling. been sent out to hunt for the La ‘The strange, grotesque dances o| * : {! masked figures called the White, Blue, Follette boom, Red and Black Dancers, who appeared #0.that tho Emperor and his dride might learn their destinies, added to the spec- tacular effectiveness of the produc For sheer artistic harmonies and glow the costumes throughout have rarely, ff ever, been equalled. As for the acting, @ particularly false note was struck by Reginald Barl8w, who made the traitor- ous minister so “stagey” that he ¢ served to be killed, Miss Matthison's performance was largely a triumph of elocution after her poetic moment with the tute. Mr, Reicher struggled man- fully with his difficult role and occa- sionally succeeded tn suggesting the man under the opulent robes of the Em- peror, He was most successful when emulated the calmness of Buddha at the end of the play. ‘The audience immediately made a grand rush for the tea-room, After jong walt the house was plunged {nto darkness. This lasted so long that ft got Aa people's nerver. Some snickered, The Emperor Tuen-Tl. ‘others laughed, and one cheerful idiot struck a match. In short, the‘attempt to create atmosphere for “The Terrible Meek" by keeping the audiencetin the dark all this time proved a ridiguious fa!lue, When voices on the stage were finally heard darkness cpntinued to reign. soldier and an army captain on a hillside discussed the execution of a pea whose teachings had brought about ‘ig death. Then the mother, lying on the ground, watled her woe. At the end the fog lifted and revealed Roman Instead of English soldiers and three gaunt crosses with crucified todies standing our against the gray sky. Quite intentionally, tt would seem, Charles Rann Kennedy, !n ing “The ‘Terrible Meek," ‘has paralleled the story of Christ. Tt is significant that this \ martyr meets his end at the age of thirty-three, 7 here can be no doubting the sincerity and nobility of Mr, Kennedy's purpose, but as drama his play 1s of no avail, Miss Matthison, however, touched tho heart in expressing the grief bf the mother. Sidney Valentino gave the captain a good voice, and Reginald B: made a cockney dialect sound true, ‘As an aftermath to the Chinese tragedy “The Terrthle Meek" can hardly be considered a happy choice. With this afternoon bill it will take sometht than tea > cheer audiences at The Little Theatre, One of the bloodiest batties in Hobson's war with Japan was fought last week. . We only hope that the man elected will prove as good as the papers say | he tan't. ) | t “Theatrical manager transfers one of his stars.” For other exchange items see real estate pag Frank Neicher as Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers 1 "LL. Bt writes: "I am fourteen and in love with a boy about my age, who Topics of Conversation. | “A. 8." writes: “What shall T talk | goes not seem to care for me, How about when T am In the presence of @! shall I win his love? young lady | Don't try, You are far too young to re or almost any of be suitable Books, the the the news of the day topics. | think of such thin: would . “mr e she returns tne first call aa * writes w long should a X." writes: “A gentleman has often told me he lo me, but never asked me to marry him, As ar, would it be proper for me need not walt longer this than a week, wheneve writes: ‘I love a girl, but we 0 out she looks into all the shops and exclaims about the nice- ness and cheapness of the candy, Do you think she cares for me?" 1 am afraid she 4s more devoted to the bonbons you give her, The leap year proposal stale Joke, G. L." writes: “Should Task a young man to call again, or should he ask me when he may call?" ‘The latter is the better way, ¢ UMOST any photograph taken in the last thirty years of May Irwin or Mollie Fuller would be prety sure to catch the subject emiling. Their names mean wholesome jollity. Miss Ir- win'a picture shows her in the gown and hat she wore in the first act of the play in which #he made her stellar debut at the Bijou, Sept. 16, 1895, in “The Wid- ow Jones."" Probably the most memor- able portion of the entertatgment was the singing of “I Want Yer, Ofa Honey,” Dy Mies Irwin, one of the earilest and loveliest of the modern style of negro ballad. Fay Templeton wrote the words and music. Of course, Ofts Irwin's stage goes much further baok than fame “The 6.—Getting ‘Used’ to Each Other. & fatal mistake to get too used to anything—even happl- ness, The instant you ere comfortably sure of a thing ‘the desire to keep it, to fight for it, dies! And when you-hear a man. and wo- man @ay: “Oh, we are 20 used to each other! you may be sure that love is dead—that 1s, the love that should be between man and woman, There exists In tte stead @ sense of placid familiarity that they don’t want to disturb any more than @ man who smokes wants to give up ‘his dearly beloved old pipe to break in @ new one, While young people are engaged there endures a sort of intimate distance—to use a paradoxical term. They revel in the knowledge that they love each other; they realize that they are soon to be Joined forever; but for the time being they know very little about each other—they are elways on thelr “good behavior,’ The lure of mystery 1s mighty! SHE doesn't know that pretty soon he won't be «0 particular about being cleanly shaven when he ktsses ner, and HE is sure that she never does her hair up tn Kid curlers or ‘wears a red kimono to breakfast! Schooldays ~ Ves, PiTcving Quots 1s The change !s delusively gradual. Bas th ee Magazine, Copyright, 1012, by The dress Publishing Co, (The New York World), MAY IRWIN—MOLLIE FULLER. Widow Jones.” With her sister Flo she was for many years, a favorite In vau- deville. Augustin Just before this happy venture, ehe was j leading actress with the late Dailey. ‘The other picture whows Motlie Muller in 1898, when Evangel she beca: and Hart 1s, and Joseph Hart, husband of De Mar. practically co-star with them én popular farces as “Later On" and “The Of jate years Miss Fuller and Hallen have appeared in vaudeville almost solely. Idea," Mr. Love's Nine Lives By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1012, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York World), to put of she forgets to rub off all the cold cream; and when their shocked eyes meet, ecrome the bacon and eggs, they realize “used” to each othert Why 4 to make herself hideous to a man just because hint Keep up a ilttle of the mystery, “Please” other even though there are no guests present. Job to make a aii sixty-five I've seen mon actitally rub thelr even jand look again when they've caught sight of thelr wives across the room ‘dreas” affair. it possible that the set of features and the wire at ad NN SNS Sin As They Looked a Quarter Century Ago Old-Time Photographs of Stage Celebrities ‘Later she spent four years in Daly’s company. And finaily, ¢ wae playing Eulalle in ine.” It was not long before me leading woman with THallen t—Fred Hallen, whose wite ahe erie about ten years she was | Heh For yn his collar for breakfast; and that they are indeed getting joes @ woman go out of her way she happens to be married to Gay end “Thank you,” to each Try to realize that It's your three hundred and daya in the year, other day "Te rotninds story, a war panere being fu battle, They are thinking: shape that pours coffee for mo at 8 A. M. can build up into anything like that?” They did, And the wife, in her turn, roftects| june. inet that when John has on @ real high collar that fits and a dress coat he “soma cla! had long since relegated him to the “used to be" contingent! looks Why even though she ‘wounal LA eS ito i‘ WedateOcys 4 aS rai} {de YA Heart \) Good Stories What Started It. EN, ¥. D, GRANT, rn of arbitratiot @ woman said to slaughter is hocking. be done to stop it: 1 frovys "t Lath aides come together and ar- erled, "anid be, ‘They did, —————— SMALL srwmer’e, Rog A passing a “March 20. Wat AGAIN 1M GONNA Bust You AN THE MASHEEN(? oo? ~~ a Biggest Cowboy Story Since “The Virginian” By Caroline Lockhart (Cometaht, 1911, by Outing Publishing Co.) SYNOPSIS OF PRE NG CHAPTER to drive ‘em into th fen't a tiuman tn ata! Up T reckon you know what te 60," it sounds easy enough i¢ it works,” sald Tubbs dubdjously, riff tt worka? | Feller, If you've gat streak you better quit rfght merely means,” Tubbs hastened to explain, “that It sounds so ul faa Tmkes me sore we wasn't doin’ it ore.” ‘The reply appeared to pacify pegeon “TL hates to fool with cattle, mite pecially these here emes brutes that spread out, leavin’ tracks all over the flat, and they Ceca ae time just off green grace. horeee—ut horses ain't safe nt see, new, with the Injune ried up. Now, you start out and gather up what you ean, and hold ‘em here til f get hack. IR wo to the ranch and get @ litte grub tepaver and get here ae quick as it's opel back to the ranch, to vt rn that Dora had ridden to a ency to spend the day. weeny Soabnetnted that he had -misesd © opportunity of saying @ood- fhe had chided him before for ny! teltag her of his contemplated absence, and he’ had hoe not to neglect to de so axain @ was in the habit of ar-. ranging the table for her night-echoal and waiting until he came. Then it occurred to Smith that he might write, He waa delighted with the idea, and undoubtedly Dora would be equally delighted to receive a jeter ¢rom him, It would show her thet Re re, membered his promise, and also give h chance to note his progress. Sinee had learned that @ vcapral letter | 1m used to designate the personal pro- noun, and that @ perio? is ‘placed at much points one’s breath gived out, he had begun to think ‘himeelf eeme- thing of a echolar. + enthualasm arew a8 te thoustie of Mt, and he di that while he wae stout It he woukd write @ genuine love. or. Borrowing paper, an erate ana | ink pale from a abel in the Hvingeroom, ‘he room table and gave tim < up to the throes of composition. nee For tiie hi rot the theft of some Satca v rome prevalla re front the 4 Halaton: the maney Paper on the wound back 49 the Tolbed. Amin ts simon ‘insane with rag ory’ low, CHAPTER XX. The Love Medicine of the Sioux. TILT. breathing hard, Smith hunted Tubbs, “Tubbs, will you be ready for business to-day?” “The sooner the quicker,” ‘Tubbs anewered, with his vacuous wit. “Do you know the guidh where they t dead Injun?” “Saddle up and meet me over there as quick as you can," “Right.” Tubbs winked knowingly and immediately after breakfast started to do as he was bid. Smith's face was not good to look upon the wat at the table, He took no part |in the conversation and rcarcely touched the food before him, His disappoint. ment waa so deep that it actually alck- Jened hin, and ht unreasoning anger toward the woman was eo great that he wanted to get out of her sight and her prenence. Sho wan Nke a dog which after a whip- ping tries to curry favor with Its mas. ter. She was ready to go to him at tho first stan of relenting. Sho felt no re: iz arest Girl, nentment becayse of his injustice and| T have got to go away on etanésa, brutality, She felt nothing but that he|had ought to hav said gooddy wae angry at her, that he kept his eyes averted and repelled her timid advances, Peeled tn the the ‘Turloltalten war, bald me of a otery, Ascording to, ehis was going on, u ane detaile ood ull of the hustend; It'e flendish, ber Busband anewered, bow the thing started, He Sold Papers. fay call halted the street of « West i itd paid a peony for one If women want to hear lesa of the of his Her heart ached, and st “dreame,” “pippins” and “*beautitut | + pers 1"? oat doll” that Lah trees downtown— feels be replied, “ant rjiier, In hor Cg gebetecie aad mado up Say Se and !f men aro tired of being reminded oy her mind to try on him the love-charm that there re atill extant. padions| go strut elling pane? nw "7 4921 oe the Sioux woman, It might soften | hav ® siak perty uick Ghent wit show descendants of Apollo, let them beware | se Laois a chance,” be anewered, “to hotter |his heart toward her, She would have pao all He) Josh. You no the teat, > round with Gy’ push.”—Harper's Mage. | sqorificed anything and al! to bring him oe SMITE, One morning he doesn’t take the trouble jof becoming too “used to each other, Find “‘Patches’ One OF OR MosT USEFUL STunEs ——I'T “Waits THE eye OF THe PUPIL To Size uP Te Game OF ure AT A Glance OY Tercnes_ tim How To Throw Te BULL he FEARLESSLY AND AOROITUY « hh Does They) \ \goont_ 27 4s 9 ™l we S 50 EAAn Flllow “the ‘Stroo! BW, th eS ME | tet ProR Emer) & By Dwig QvIT. PUSHING of the Indians at ft wr bure Pip, we're ‘There was an ominous qui hanging er soon fea gait wa out ot ah, FALLING- | over the place that chilled him. Ho] she too crept stealthily to the open wis. had a fooling that he was being fol-/down, A red spot burned on ‘either wed, without being able ty detect #0 /awarthy chee, and her aching 4 shadow. He felt as If the |beat fast, She took the letter ¢rom e full rd eye rere upon dromer, and, going toward the on ) younds vtartied him, and | plunged into the willows, with the 4 iself peeriiyg into dark |stinet of the wounded 1 Hove PN stooping, to Took cover, Piast ai: sre the shadows Yay Diack in the! ‘The woman could ri ttlernet push him, OVER, where the shia much’ But beter Taare poate FLOSS) REACH Ho told himwelf that the trip through |Sho had been to the Mission when ehe He cAn the Bad Lands had unnerved hin, but) was unger, and MacDonald had la. - fis DIMMER | the explanatd was ing. | bored patiently to teach her more, * ~ he had ‘The perspiration stood forehead, and he wiped it itkstained fingers. ri back, mith was giad to get away tnto the hills for a time, He was filed with a feverish Impatience to bringabout that whieh he so much destred. The picture of the ral with the white cure windows became more and to him @s he dwelt i i fi FI eending of to get mea Angory saddle pocke “eh His oxplanation did not decetve Person for whom It was intended, the Intuftion of a 4 g t oked upon it am a certainty, one A not be too quickly realized » him, Then, too, the atin of the MacDonald ranch had First Chass In phere 0 krown distasteful to him, With that Emu i We th sudden revulsion of feeling which was |) when t & ene Istic he had grown tired of the iced the pen and aa aaah 1e wanted a change, ty be on the er igh oe. that he had, writtem to. ‘Dore, ore of ft when thal ng thee self unobserved, he ore; window, outeide of house, “ind dropped the letter into the top drawer of more Importance ysed hostility K In the alr. i was something significant In the he ranch. | Throurh tt was wrong, yet faltering his plans ocninas cross-lemged on the ground, ehe out Smith's tettee word by word. ever 1 ‘att lore Hh Eo he wanted Dora, « suMeient to nerve your Ae! never a vg in the gulch. a it iinely, carefully, each White | Word sinking deep, Thon she stroked fectet her hate with long, deliberate strokes, and read it again, 7 don't love no other womas but you, Ser id the letter on the ground, ng her arma. rocked her Soay ro, as though In physical agony, n she shut her lips they trembled as they touched each other, but ehe made no sound, The wound in ber arm was beginning to heal It ttohed, + and she scratched it hard, for the pain served as a kind of counter-irritant. A thind time she read the letter, stroking her hair incessantly with @he long, berate strokes. Then she folded tt, ul, reaching for a pointed stick, dug hole tn the soft dirt, 1 shottom of the hole she laid th . 1 it with earth, patting and sncoth. ing it until ft was level. Before he 1! ray she sprinkled @ few leaves Over u (Te Be Continued ii.t./ ‘ 4a you know what you're up "he wald bluntly, a@ he} fon that it's a 4 replied tace- AL inclines right, Now, here's our The Bar C outfit 19 work~ ins, #0 they won't Ne, and about three Hf dave’ drive from | fellers what'll take We sets our wad Nsten, our divvies. | “What for a hand do T taker ‘Ly rights, maybe, we ought to do our Work at night, and I've rode over the country, and it looks safe enovgh