The evening world. Newspaper, March 21, 1912, Page 17

“Frou and Other Old Friends. Evenin Frou’”’ BW CHARLES DARNTON. frien ¢ I ile at showere. An if you feel In Th jme, Simone as Frow Frou. tite author, The guiding st z @e the paper I am sendigg to an €rave, and the whole perfermatos $ tel g matter to keep the ofiginat in a “revival.” i a5 | ‘Miading. She was playing in Lomion, en4 eadly enough on that partictlar might she happened to playing ‘Feon Frou.” Yesterdar afternoon | eww quite another Gliberte. She was kean, shrewd, dominating. Her head everbaianced her heart. In a word, Simone seemed too sensible for thle sentimental role. emotions with her arms and poured out unintelligible utterances that swelled into nothing more than a whirlpool of nyeteria. She was at her best in the f lighter moments of the simple old when @he goes back to France #he will be remembered most of all Gor her fine performance as Judith in ‘The Return from Jerueaiem.” play, But @round and decide for yourself. ‘ye mentioned in the same breath with Mr. Cohan, who has grown gray ot Daly His Beaucaire has distinction, grace and romantic charm. The play {Itself old story, but the «harm of : ——s| Grace Lane as Lady Mary ‘s as with the spirit of imaginative dack to “Frou Frou,” it is Five er six I went to see this okf play Decause I had never seen Jane She pumped up imporetble to go the rounds of the theatres these days without meeting s ‘Monsieur Beatucaire” in a new spring suit at Daly's, @ ‘Hudson Theatre “Frou Frou’ is rushing the season of April {a tonic in the nefghborhood of Forty-second street you may take {t with @ dash “Forty-five Minutes from Broad- Simone has evidently turned to “Frou Frou" tn order to bid us fare- well with tears In her eyes, But let not talk about that now, for tears “keep” almost as well as pickles. Met while young Mr. Cohan is turning de- cldedly gray. Viewed asa color echeme ‘he looks amazingly like his father. He has grown overything but—fat. His waistline stili harmonizes with “So Long, Mary.” And in etill anothér way he and Lewis Waller bear a etriking Tesemblance to each other, It taken less than ‘Forty-five Minutes” to om- vince a man without an ear-trumpot that Mr. Cohan, as Kid Burne, sounds remarkably like Victor Moore in the same part. What has this to do with Water? Just this-that Mr. Waller looks but doesn't @ound iike himeetf. Strangely enough, with his French eccent, he eounds like Louls Mann when Mr. Mann himeelf eerlously, Put your ear Aa an actor, of course, Mr. Waller is 19 revealed in a highly romantic CodeZaaes L’Estrange as Comte de Valreas. And here endeth the first lesson ia ‘‘revivals!" Advice t When Love Is Very Young. © many youngsters—they ere really nothing more— write to me for advice about their love affali Tm going to give here @ pleco which usuaMy seema to me too unsympathetio for the par- ticular cages. DON’T! ‘Why do you boys and girle fifteen, sixteen, seventeen yeara old find love-making necessary? Why do you Why do you practise emotional gymnastics before you aro, phystoally and psychologically developed? { don’t mean that you can’t bave good times. aily, I am a firm believer in co-education, and tn all sorts of simple social activities which boys and girle may en- Joy together. But why eo much premature sentimentalism? Can't you be good friends, happy comrades, and stop there? ad come engaged? ©f you try tt and sco “L, P.” writes: @ gentleman whose home is in Eu: father for a dowry you think my father 1s right?” He is simply following the usual plan in America, and it seems to me that if your lover were really sincere he would want you, dowry or not. “W. M." writes: "L have been paying attention to @ girl for some time wsuins: | ow tho mother ri| We are in company her mother's wishes. has induced the landlady where the pounds to refuse to let me in. whatt I do?” @ tho girl tf tving away from home he ehould insist on the right to revetve what visttors she chooses, or change her nosing place. soy, @."" writes: “A young man worked |I do not. He cara, Dut we he near my office for three ware never introduced. Now that Betty Vincent’s What o Lovers And of general advice Why do you be- have “understandings?” Person- Guppose some "YT am thirty-five, and |for him. Would it be proper for me to pe | start a correspondence?’ wishes to marry me, but, according to the custom of his peaple, has asked my It 1s refused. Do No, Indeed; and you can't really love him since you never knew him, “A. R.A" writes: it necessary for a young Jady to rise when being intro- duced to a young man, and ts 't proper for her to say «imply, ‘How do you do?" jfecond, ‘A young man har i me, but when he acarcely looks at me. What ehall 1 do?” Have nothing more to say to a man “A. G." writes: told me that he | who 14 ashamed to acknowledge you hefore othe TN, J” writes: “I told a young man that 1 cared for him, but now TI find seems to | What ehall I do ) the truth as gently ve me very dearly 4 as “S’Matter, YGOLL YS MA THIS LOOMS LINE SPRING put You NEVER CAN [ WANTA SEE - ree. J bee sl } urzz Line Good Goo, No to the first question; yew to the! \ AFTER ACons Ite | uuitt Pia jes to mi teacher, A gang of cattle Dora, but mista Susi Suit the squaw to draw, ranch equaw S' was, there a long She parefully, very, the sma! a paper. When The afte was still pet, ‘held the [In tae w |atick, wi stick unde of the willows, ' pose He so thickl “peu F porsptraty Dianket, » ARN ARD WINTER - WEVE HAD. OLD SPRING TIME (9 GONNA LOOK AwFul DO You fnNow 17 ; World ‘Daily Magazine, Thursday, March 21, 1912 By Eleanor Schorer (The New York W )Spring! “oo OM OM Wye Soul ap ee ea Biggest Cowboy Story Since the Virginian Interviews With Cupid; © pane ity ) By Caroline Lockhart tho Susteften had thought laughingly that eyes—wort and gent It looked Ike a pack-rat's 1 ° ‘The woman poured the Ii remained in the tin cup into anot bottle, frowning when sho spitied @ preclous drops upon her hand, bottle she also hid behind the mirror. ra Marshall's room Susie wa teacher's tollet whieh held an unfalling Interest for et, She meant to, have an exact duplicate of |cheeks, but you ot adaent tee the manicure set and of the hatrbrush| pitsters a ee ere eee 5 with the heavy silver back. these things, along with alde-combs and petticoats that runtied, were aymbola of | wh, that elegance which she longed to at- Me—Smith ( Heart-to-Hear: Talks With the Goa of Love on Subjects of Inaividual Interest. By Barbara Blair Copyright, 1012, by The Prem Publishing ¢ “The Tired Business Man's Way.” softly, listening, she rocks with the utmost caution, pe here and there as if In search of svi thing which she did not wish to ala A long, sibilant sound stopped her. located it as coming from under a roc a@ few feet away, and a Httle gleam of satisfaction in her sombre eyes showed that she had found that for which she searched, The angry rattlesnake was (Copyright, 1911, by Outing Publishing Co.) OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, Once T cut af Ww] pleco out of a newspape how you could get rosy c! all the different things to sent off and got ‘em, {t said and rubbed tt on my face. Hut he falla in love with Ralston, w depu thieves, also fails in lov (The New York World), crossed, her halr an cheek the color of she not good? Is winter's sky? le without hesitancy. Calculating how far it could throw itself, she stood a little veyond fts range and for stood watching the gittter of its wicked little eyes, the Ughtning-like action of When she moved, ita head followed her, but she dexterously pinned of her moccasin writhing _ body. {ts head from on my cheekbones—big ay dol- To @unle, | tars’ “Does he tugn to sun-meshed fat carmined lips and lovely, laughing Does he not with stern, repellent mics and cold, unseeing eyes turn from these lovely, luring, beauty-klened Indies %0 seek only the good, the wise, the true, though their garments be homespun, ‘and their faces, alus, too kindl¥ mad “I am eorry, ‘mesure Nu hb Iefaction at lew wisdom and Dora satt con- As she stood by the bureau, tumbling | year with the various articles, she sight of @ bor through the erack of the She had seen that dt was the grass- him furiously for che affaire of the heart ef the man of to- ting ber Smith p a hat and tako a little 10,000. front thie. $10,000. front Busle shook wad and sighea {ts body with “Oh, It will be too tin the] Wil be snapped up by some of those atylish town girls, brilliant the Lord mone plumed figures of ‘ battered box before. She put the head in a square of etoth Sad rinthg, Oc, looked down on me with haughty ey: though a persevering little emile pes: it to pull up the corners of T am sorry you think poorly of our judgment. and from the door he looked baek at mo with @ teasing smite, tern and rugged virtues, Now I wonder what he meant by that? (To Re Continued.) CHAPTER XX. | The Love Medicine of the | Si was not widely experieneed in of sentiment, but feminine intuitions, well-developed reasoning powers for her} You quarrelled with hi “ET quarrelied time she found another, and when she ‘went down tho hill there were three heads in the blood-soaked square of cloth. She hid them in the willows and ‘went into the house to stir the contents of the tin cup. She noted with evident satisfaction that {t had thickened some- Little Coyote's woman had told She found a hottie leevea in alience, Gordon settled ‘Mimaelt atill more luxurlously in the big easy chair drawn in the rose-colored ow of an exquisitely wrought, deep- d heart (the electric bulb in tte rosy Pths making it throb and pulse in @ ides remarkably tay here until 1, you see," | Why, ahe askod herself as through the crack, why | cence itself, should Teacher be cherishing that old] I thought you must balt-box? Why should she have it {here| euch a chilly polite, among her handkerchiefs and smelly ailk things, and the soft lace things she wore! Dora anmwered cold: ‘Why—uniess she at- Why—unless it was Y Buste was inno a treat im #0 polite, have quarrelled she explained, observed it," ‘prefer these HE looked old and ugly when " she went seeming for the first time, the ‘woman of middle-age that she Quietly, purposefully, and, standing her it would do ro. which had contained lemon extract, and this she rinsed. Sho measured a thick, reddish-brown stquld and poured filling {t afterward ‘The cup #ho took with her Laying tho heads of | the snakes upon a flat stone, she cut them through the jaws and, extracting ‘the poison sac, stirred the fluld into the tin cup. While she stirred she remem- ered that whe had neard or the night before. and it had sounded clos of arrow! meant harm to some one. wondered now if an o not make the medic set down her cup and looked carefully direetly over our heads by a bronze Cupid. at her throat? tached value to it? @ romantic and sacred keepsake? r prided herself on~be- that went on, a y feeling thal might have miased something. She 4 of their flahing trip nd at the time had thought she had scented a budding romance. they quarrelled, she wondered She sat on the edge of the bed and swung her feet. Dut won't it seem here without Mr. sighed deeply. he going away?” Bustle walted dis- “How do you know?! “When you come to the table and say good morning, and look at him wiphout 1 know he'd @ lo she drew out a chair, upon ft, took down from t Plant which Little Coyote's woman, the Mandan, ‘had given her. it into the bottle, The Day’s Good Stories which made Ralph Gordon's dark so brilliant and thie face so flushed. wondered, too, if it were equally kind ing in touch with a into the willows. It had hung membered the day crumpled and dropped off at her touch, filled a basin with put the plant and the root while she searched for a sharp knife. ‘Turning her back to the roor the corner, Ike a child in mis Peeled the outer bark fromthe 1 the greatest care. blood-red, and this too she peeled away fully saving t particles, and latd it upon in abeurd idea!" Buse noted that Teacher's eyes bright ed, nd @o," T mocked, “It was only the cavalier of centuries ago who loved a woman for her beauty? Only he who adored the d check and recked not what brought tt Only he who loved the smile " penfect ipa, nor cared why they Only he who wrote sonnets on and sought for troubador and “You'll be goin owe youl be glad you cost, a1 the ‘justice of the for exceeding the speed timit she demanded revented by counsel. Just tell you one thing, Judes, 1 feather would beuled up before adced, doletully, “ain't it awful the way people Just meets and parts?" Dora was # long tine finding that for | arching amon ow of nati, and in that direotion, which she was ‘olor of her eyes haugit elge in thetr sparkling depths? And now men are #0 wine when they See how cautious, how discreet 1s ‘the tired business nt of women! n because she ts beautiful @ rose-petalled mouth, a dimpling cheek or @ tender smil Preposterous Judgment!!! was stout enough goin’ pretty soon now, b. most of his at and ‘vought all the ponies he wants. “I muppose he will be glad to get back among his friends.” Susie thougit Teacher looked a Iit- medicine without 4 She had brought a long, keen-bladed hunting-knife into the willows, and she Apped the point of It {nto the conco blowing upon tt until it dried, ¢ repeating the process. of the blade Was well discolored, Teacher dab at her | ruffle of a petticoat bet {burned the plant; but tho red inner jbark she put in « tin cup it with boiling water, to steep “Don't touch dat,” on Was wants Went again to the willows, but the rocks and sand at’ until well after nightfall tn hia Judgn When the point) “He didn't suy; but to-day or to-mor= vow, I whould think.” “If he cared wo much because I am! Iw he caught by “Maybe he'll go back and get mar- oso then give the cour roundness and! Just thought so, “ as good looking as he Is, gett Don't you think he ts good * how assiduously he studies her With what eager enthusiasm he wnded queer even to er Dianket, # have phrased tt in buttoning polls i a The Moat Secret. 11% attorney demanded to know how mang, secret societies the witness to the witness objected amd ap peated to the Court The Court seen always those stern and rugged virtues of character he admirer? t upon the earth beneath which ter lay, befure she returned ‘o the aimlessly “Oh, he does very we the house and the bunk-hi ne Walked mi ke that srntth,"* War ened h scorns all coquetry rald Suste unblushingly. “You couldn't,see me for dust, the way But there's no danger. at them there akinny arma’ What grammar'’ “Those there skinny arms. marry him!" «in the Sehool- Her truth, the truth which refuses him y's pretty les, he loves? her clever mind, her tender heart, her noble character, he falls down and wor- matter if her eyes be haa in the questes,”* 4 y anewer,"* * gasped Dora isle replied dryly, | fot to Smith, 1 belong to three, “The Knights of Pythia ‘the gas company,""—-Argonaut, the Odd Fellows ond Hd not falter, (To Te Continued) “Those skinny arms; thom THE FIRST REAL SIGN OF SPRING THAT Come MY WAY 15 GONNA TSE GREETED WITH J A WHOOP oF Joy, I'L ) SmMatTeR