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rayne oe ee ae sais Te - — ZSout YA PALL OvER SJ His wasd Boman = THE ARTIST. ) By Eleanor Schorer 58S, now Terk Won.) FROM BAGDAD] Sure to Capture b the Town Again mV: BY CHARLES DARNTON. tination, Was she, whe considered @nything can help an apologetic calendar to remind us thet epring te here fits , self eo perfect, & freak after all, abat evergreen comic opera “Robin Hood.” It was in May, if I remember ‘ at th her endsaveret 3 tightly, that Robin Hood and his rollicking outlaws used to take « day bff k » ry | Had she possessed o real ‘end dance over the Engli#h meedows with Maid Marian and other reckless : 3 y i for anything? She looked "damecia : i : 3 . , ‘ r ~| the twiated avenue of Forty-second atreet, in epite of the fact that tt has been spreading itself of ; rh .. her thing really stirred fate to meet the requirements of the building iaw, may not be as wide as a icon meadow, but in it last night at the New Amsterdam Theatre there were stretches wh freee over which the best light opera company aince The Bostonians danced eang. Beautifully staged by Manager Deniel V. Arthur end admirably eung by “The de Koven Opera Company,” the piece scored a new @tumph. Its charm proved as ¢resh ae it was twenty-odd years ago. Even Harry B. @mith’s book } had not grown old. Care had evidently been taken to preserve tt. Happily, not @ line of the romantic story, with its simple humor, wae changed. ° You know the music, Why take grandfather's clock apart to find the chimes? Though some of Reginald de Koven's music has teen ung better in ¢ past than it was last night, there was no cause for complaint. Indeed, the epirit Of the performance was sacrificed at times for mere pertection in eingins. Miss Florence Wickham, for example, brought both vooal and physical beauty to the role of Alan-e-Dale, but she sang without the feeling that Jessie Bartlett Davis used to put into “On! Promise Me." The applause he re- cived wae more a tribute to her vocal sitte than to the fervor of her singing. However, this grand opere einger won her new public without diMoulty. For the fi time, it ts sald, she stepped out of skirte—and she has no reason to regret taking this step. For that matter. she fs @ woman who oan take two steps in perfect confidence, She walked off with the beauty honors even before she appeared in her last-act cos- tume, which called forth murmurs of admiration. But first honors went to the tenor from Covent Garden, Walter Hyde, Who sang Robin Hood as it has not been sung before. His serenade in the last let be the wottle? @he had a drunkenness, the inane tending nausea; ehe had ay “a tf os “vied ahe loved him, or was | a 4 firsadh hs Es Ck 4 he loved the child? ven tts SRN [3\\\ KB name not tell. Inwardly she was Wg SQ 5 {wo revolvers and summons her searchings. Ghe stirred 32 a2 4} MW She wanted to be out of this —, CHAPTER XXI. nothing’. Ghe hed ‘enough for What was it, then? A Bottle of Wine. i int Hil i have taken every dollar be] the vault,” said Wallace cheer- ly. over, asked George “But we couldn’t have made our get- plain he whet Naaeeag na away with it,” observed the butler, hold- It was rather a long story, George "ol anlie as mater ot Stole ales. managed to get through it with @ co- herency underetandad! it ne more. “A deer, unidentified milion,” mused Mrs. Mortimer put her motherly arms uf about the girl, but she found no pilancy. There was no restatance, but there wes that etiffness pedullar to felines when under protest. And there was 4 little more than the cat in Fortune then; the tigress, She was sot her mother’s daughter for nothing, To con- front to overwhelm her with how her not the least mervy, her led away to prison! inspected the revolvers care-| he could not possibly satl before the tully to see if they were loaded. following week, and maybe not then. ‘The pell rang, and Arthur Wadeworth| Ait tight. I know what I am talk came in. Mortimer knew him; George eet act was the most delightful feature of . h. Fickle girl! She grew weary drew his interest ae it fell) * tern AM ESGID wishes for an artist and he came. (She must have owned Al-|would have jumped right out of her mouth. 9 or 4 ‘od sited it in another bank,| ‘60 he might. But if he had wed —_ vol Maid Sates tae Pg gal po ladin's Lamp.) He wae ehagoy head oulful eyed, full mouthed |of the dimly Mghted seances where Priests of the Beautiful gathered. They That. was to extent of his 3 tions | have heard from him before now. I'm Florence Wickham ae Alane-Date. gested her Gretel, prancing about and and Tam o' Shanter crowned. (Besste’s heart fluttered.) bored her they eeemed so dreary. The artist was not the man of her) with Arthur Wadeworth, president of| going to tell you a secret. My name ts the Merchant-Mechanio Bank of N clapping her hands as though she wars at the Metrepaion Opera House. Her “You are Beautiful,” he guehed, which te Art's privilege. (Her heart |dreame—their tastes were not sympathetic. Bess much preferred bright | Yor on™ Mechanic Bank of New pleased grin was also constantly in evidence. at she sang well goes without “ hav tudio tea—toti etre jm indie flicker. Theatre dances were things that saying. But tt may be aald that ahe eang too loudly. Aa for her English, it leaped ond bumped.) “I'm having o 8 $ 8 gee comer Then wilt | stectric Henle te Gimmes? candle Moker. ip brother, but the helr was so light upon . Watetunny. you pose for me a while? Your portratt shall hang in the ‘Salon!'" Now, |she craved. “The kind of man I could love, I gu: @ SPORT,” satd ere. the top of his head that he gave one Basil Ruyadael sang better than he acted as Will Scarlet, though there|f Lady Bess had not tightly closed her teeth that big red heart of hers |“HE IS THE KIND OF MAN FOR ME." ELEANOR SOHORER. the eaprsosion bred Bo area Deis, a ‘was little fire in that ringing “Armorer’s Song.” Carl Gantvoort, Little John, Mant nie cheens ‘were cadaverous; hls came in for @ round of epplauee, but he failed to get the full effect out of pale lips met in @ straight, unpleasant “Brown October Ale.” Miss Ann Swinbirne both eang and acted delightfully as 7 Annabel, Edwin Bteveng took great delight in making the @heriff of Nottingham more of a clown than Henry C. Barnabee ever did, but he created considerable amuse- " We now that,” sald the Major, Arthur was small, thin, blond like his Wadsworth. Does that tickle th worth, president of chantc Bank, 1s my beloved brothes!” damnable wretch! hock ran through them all. ry Fables of Interviews With Cupid want you to go with me to my began George. “Please explain.” the doorway leading to the rear ment. Incidentally, he oaused the able conductor, Frank E. Tours, great anxiety. E d F 1k: arbar. 7 George disliked the yoloe even more | stood George. his revolvers levelled George B. Frothingham was as droll as ever in tis old role of Friar Tuck. This very ay [e) Ss et 5 7 ve me hogy Hear Pr ype age rr ge tel steadily. Peering white-taced over vetcran received @ welcome equalled only by that given Miss Pauline Hall, who U “*The Journal of a lected fog. 7 7 ” joulder was th who hed epehea, Jooked #0 young that het olf friende could hardly believe their eyes. But now that By Sophie Irene Loeb Ri Lather of 4 “ fs| complainea, “7 “nueva” the Denker | Arthur Wadsworth. he has renewed her youth Miss Hall should make Dame Durden at least twenty . plained. Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York World), ‘You will find it #0, Com George years older, It is impossible to GeHeve that the Sheriff would prefer hanging (o Gooreleht, 3012, Ww The Pree Publlohing Op, (The Hew York Wertt), ii iynaaeigg agony ‘And then again how cold he seemea|™OVed toward the hall, the revolvers in CHAPTER XXil.° : chapter). ‘i Fee Ti Garten Taree Arter aaa Marie Wiova, tripped tn very prettily, THE “RESPECTED” MAN. | Now, Me he had come to the dig city 19 -Fixing Her Hair While He at timer ow almost brutally dominant The End of the Puzsle. and before they tripped out it was close upon midnight, But {t seemed much NCE upon @ tine there was #|for the ostensible purpose of looking Waite. he was when they Glsagresd. No, of Wadsworth, everything will be DIE elder brother tried to push Th udience was in no hurry to leav And this means that good old O man who lived in @ small town, Epworth League MBP parte her) cour: he didn't care except friend, ully explained to you the moment you st George, but old Mortimer Sah atect the town again. It wae the kind of a town oa] heart-to-heart S hatr in the|She was @ ittle fool to even think of|enter my house. More Rot teat Mim by smobin Hood! te te engtare the town. where everybody » he was enuch absent. And middie and|it. ‘The clook chimed § She was etill| tell you, You are at Hberty to return y the shoulders the dear good ériends he visited thought what @ “splendid citizen” he was to attend to hie duties eo ENERGBTIC- different people in| aury, town, It came to pass, however, that en- ‘The man came! other “man trom home’ came to the to the city for @/ city, amd the dear good trends took visit. He was en-| him out for @ little evening's pleasure. tertained—and e-| Mey entered one of the Jobster palace tained. For heland there in a little cozy corner was had to see who's! the ‘respected citizen with the Lady who and what's | souprette of the latest musical comedy. what ‘The man from home smiled and mere kept telling} iy whispered, “Up to his old tri combs it until tt| rushing her hair. fatis in fong,| fast, Perhaps even yet she could bo straight brown| dressed before he came, There was a folds on each side| knock on the door end the maid handed of her face, Her| her his card. mirror refiects a| With trembling fingers she put up her sweet, oalm-eyed| hair, winding the long coils high on her ripen ung Madonna,|head. Oh, It looked Just as bad " . x bot her thoughts before, She was a perfect fright|terly, wondering, too, over the strange ae Ny on gone are far from holy.| again. It would NEVIOR do, Why was poloeely $C SEs eae wae ae my about ‘Gionmh eae that ke She is only won-|tt she never could fix her hair well on} ynq ony what he sald. “Steady, dering, & little! those occasions when It really mattered, |” “Absolutely.” George's aid. petulantly, whyjand when ft didn’t matter at all tt went| together with @ click. shoot; but that kind of a man ht brown hatr in-| up deautifully, ‘The four of them paased out of the! lest with a pistol. those he met what) "i When a fellow thinks he !# ‘on to’ the air, She knows} With furious haste she took her hair| house, each singularly wrought with | @ bold, bad city THEY were living in| town, the town ts ‘on to’ him." ‘The sir whieh curls | doves oe ante thee ceo nee alt | agitation, Fortune waiked ahead with | telephone —that vice was rampant on all.sid ar good friends recalled all he had George. Neither spoke. They could| t? call the police. This ts accessory to every man broke every commandment | wir £0>4 ‘the terrible Great White | naturally. Most men do in two funny fiat little coils, one behind| tear "the eocastonal protest. trom nid | he fact! I tell you, let me go! } . > aa ‘Mr. Wadsworth" replied George. Dut the eleventh: ‘Thou shalt not be r ® n -| She brushes it slowly, and brushing, |each ear, She surveyed the result with) banker into Mortimer’s ear, but Mor- | ,. "as found out.” pl Bd ctty'e awful TEMPTAs | ie to thinking ebout him. DOES hee cross Httle frown. Porhaps it WAS| mer did met open bie lips. They came | “f you 40 ot be stil and let me rn He pointed out that nobody knew) ut evidently he hed gone on the| care or ta tt only her silly tmaxination?y one of the latest modes, but SHI looked |to the house, and then George whis- anybody else or cared, and that money at when tn Rome one must | Sometimes she is sure he does not, and| absurd in It, penfeotly absurd. pared me bam Bg sponge v4 a ae friends may do they dally was the ONLY thing that mattered, Romans do, which, strange |yet—last week when she phoned him! She KNEW #he COULDN'T fix tt now. » . Now, atep back and be quiet . " hat am takti lace, became wild @c.—the things that are the usual/i gay, the average Roman DOESN'T | (she wea too iil to see him that evening) | But she MUST go down. The poor boy| Win’ lat gud terror and tt was pa to Ryanne, whose hand w: Tt was ton minutes hogne." pga i “It concerns bank?" voice fome: voice nasal and “high. “Do you Rear pete ri tenge te ar te note! me? Let me go George shrugged. ‘Tet us be going. “WM! it be necesary to call in the Queer Beehives. NM the prettily situated mountain vil-) trict. There lage of Hoefel, in Silesia, there are/ strange beshiv & number of curious beehives in the| Aifferent @hape of lifesize figures cleverly to @arved in wood and painted in colors. The figures wero carved over a cen- tury ego by monks of the Naumburg! golid, the openings for the bees bein, Monastery, who were et that time ini in front, in the middle of the figur Possession of @ large farm in the dis-' Wide World. twenty of these cer, @ country night watchman with a spear. The figures are hollow with the exception of the heads, which are teeth came “Two Feature Serial tories in the EVENING WORLD things to say about the bie city, Yet] go, how worrted he seemed. ‘That break ¢n had been waiting nearly an hour now George threatened to warn the | Out toward the tab he was giad to COME to tt 'somehow or; MORAL: WHEN A MAN THLLS| hte voice, the sharp note of anxtety,|It was really too bad, Sha didn't see| o, ‘ors that he subi ate Beet, Bae ot YOU HOW RESPROTED HE IS IN nervous flurry of his maner—surely | how girle COULD keep men walting like 4 went on Georg if you do R calmly took the slender stem “B th Sid of th Shield ” Thin man did not fail to leave the #18 OWN TOWN—THINK IT OVER. they meant something. that. Some of them had absolutely NO You can got out of At the best alenly teak the sleoAen. gine 0’ 1ae8s e 1 2 {mpression as to what @ PROMINENT | ——— = |conactence about it. She was «lad SHIS how, Now, allonce-abaotute| (+ and drank. He set {t down empty. citizen he was and how “respected” he | wasn't lke that. She would be above From his outside pocket he drew # Ho pressed back tho grille gate, and was in his own town, Seemingly he! this petty vanity. She would be noble handkerchtet and delicately NSA A verltgne Master 6f Oh be cur T he D ay 8 Good Stories land ‘unseMish, and aot shink of How) '* otere Uptosd after Rim, lips. He alone of his confeder veyed. |ghe looked. She would sacrifice ber pe | Ryanne tipped the third bottle delt-| life. It was be He Gwelt on how often he had been a |sonal feelings in the matier and think | cately. Not a drop was wasted. How | stood. Prison wasn't staring them tm a Story of Love and War, written by Major Archibald Butt, Aide to President Taft; one of the heroes of S pen vari the face just yet. ¢ the Titanic. delegate to various conventions where| What Became of Them? Pairing Off. jonly of FITS comfort and pleasure, Bhe| {he golden bends swarmed un to the| the ace Aas yet ow geen MP n DIGNITY was required, and how he had eyy iE other day iittle Philin wanted a pair of M the morning of election © farmer came | would put It up anyhow, Unbecoming.| \ortime! And this was good wine;| Nearly got your M 9 slwaye been called upon to make the | } rubber boots, tried to congo him fato Fiiram More's blecksmith #hop | rete) even as the result might be, she Ad rete Wet Br ieee Begins May opening address, In 4 word, he was ab i, bad to ounaser permet fo Oe re Wee heme Oaee. | would keep that dear boy waiting| tve ine some de " delicious vintags } demand, Vinelly pags toll bim e letle ore—| | “Purty busy this mornfa’, Bilt’ ingutret | Would not keep that dear ng | “It's like some dream, eh? ‘aie the wend of wisdom and the Pinnacle Of | one'ne hed reed in the newspaper. ben wee] Morse, ax he raked the embers tomviher on the) another minute. With the air of an| awked hin lips loudly, © you and your wine! reaped e In his own town. don, and the story procesded: forge. cl y 1 on ’ chided Ryanne, "y: 66 fficer 666 8 rapidl Loa san" a hing th oe boy a Baltimore had , jered, , Mele on netty|Cerly Christian martyr and without tke lor Youd adventure had be f Yi Ih, he wouldn't do anything that any ¥, py prs | taking any pains whatever, she put tt craving for encitoment aa a story 0! jew yor! “upright citizen" shouldn't do (what. | PA of rubber, boot in Re teem, ‘aid More|up “anyhow.” thie,” you eip it, like Lad lng Seer | = life, based upon the successful farce of ever that i#)—not he. he oote—bor took ex—enatar weer, iat| Doolle, pliant, eager to please, each| Mra. Chedaove alone seemed absorbed y that title, can Ae Sruaiied the. Greet, Waite v8) | Glad “undertaker Cunard “aires, PA vals |wott brown coll fell eastly and naturally |in other things. She was trying to dis- . od highways aeither of/dnto place. Delightedly she surveyed|cover what it was that gave this su- and bywaya of the city, And in the|o the prema, moment so flat e taste, It wae Begins May 13 ihe trons that Corever passed hin he | ae! oie sie ae, He fen OMYRA fed 5 togteed, 9p away IR wi the chase; the goal aw @ soul to whom he might | "5 beng, a LB " was ng. It “ bej) tm recognition. (Let's skip © wenthty, bee (To Be Continued.) Golng toward, not arriving et, the