The evening world. Newspaper, September 4, 1912, Page 15

| The Evening, W YYou SHALL RE ASSUME YOuR PROPER PLACE IN OUR Hou SEHOD) AND If YOU DONT, HAVE A CARE WOMAN, LEST ] RESORT TO PRIMITIVE VIOLENCE,HAVE 4 WOMAN, “THIS T3USINESS #AS GONE Qu! te Far ENOUGH! NOT ANOTHER Dts wee) wasH] NOT ANOTHER POTATO WitL J Peer? Is Bulky And Melodramatic. BY CHARLES DARNTON. OMETHING quite new in the Ine of a dinner favor ta shown in “The S ~ Ne'er-Do-Well” when the generous host suddenly becomes the life of the Party by giving his wife to the guest of honor who figures as both 'the fat and fatuous hero of the play that Charles Klein has made from Rex Beach's novel. This charming little 4ea, Tam told by a gentleman who leads a strictly Uterary life, 1s taken from the book, and may therefore he accepted as one of the social amenities of Panama Instead of being ‘regarded as a mera dramatic invention. While its value to the play at the Lyric Theatre may be a matter of opinion, there can be no question that it adds to the interest of the Panama situation. It scarcely could fail to stimulate the imagination of any young man. bent upon seeking his fortune in the canal zone. There ts, of course, the posstbility that not every husband in that over-heated home of the eteam shovel would be #0 gracious as Stephen Cortiandt tn entertaining the unencumbered give the husband his due, he t# a most unusual man. He has @ way of makes the primrose path seem inevitable, But Edith smiles patiently over innocent shoulder and keeps in the middle of the road. even when she {s on shipboant with the ne'er-do-well who finds him- felf bound for Panama after having been knocked out by the drops that some- | times fill the 1 derloin, er Interest in that poor fon of. a, miiNonas, ely approaches the maternal that there, in really no exc r the awful grouch her husband nourishes on land and sea. T must say, however, that he doesn't look well—this, perhaps, ex- plains his peculiar conduct Panama might have fe but a running brook if spared a scandal compared with which the ¢anal demon that lurks in drink had not Joined hands with that other demon known as Jealousy. But nothing can stop Stephen Cortlandt from adding alcoholie| fuel to the flames that! burn in his jealous breast. Kindly bear with me in all this not very long ago. It was a bird's egg. talk of him, for in “Yoy really must run right back and pat that egg just where you in ot his grouch he found it,” said the kiddie’s mother. Ghatacter In the niaye At the Bobbie took the egg and ran away, crying, up to Ais own room. We get poor old Bessie never had @ chance while she was away to see how birdies lve. Steve at his best dur- I/ you want to see them you have to be very, very quiet; and kiddies never ing the dinner. To can de that! Her best friend was the Dream Man, And when she saw him Die ia treat in Slumberland that night she asked him to let her see how the bdirdtes live. the ne'er-do-well alips Of course he did. But first he made her invisible to the birds, so that his host a ring. It ts, she might go very close to them and ace all, pe levee! Pie The mother bird was standing upon the edge of the nest, screaming cena ane te the oer | loudly and peering into the nest at two tiny eggs when the Dream Man casion. Recalling-the; and Bess first spied her. Oriental custom of “Why does she do that?" asked Beas, aye sift for gift, “One of the eggs hae been lost or stolen,” answered the Dream Man nee (and Bessie thought of the ong Bobbie had at home), Finally the grieved bird settled down on the two remaining eggs. But at her ri timates the | there were big tears in her eyes. Beasie felt 80 sorry! Mamma bird had Bow (he 4s Bessie's brother, you know) brought a tiny egg home shat transfer 18 a mere sat there for a long while whén papa bird came home to his nest with food| And Bobble and Beagle were. glad. formality, crediting the fat hero with hay- ing already taken more than was com- tng to him. The hus- band's ttle surprise A i ae is omplete ecess. 5 wy \ The party breaks up we wad in a general row, and KATHE eos ap the wife is left alone \/ cA. ed HAMILTON [7 at the table, She ts #0 badly broken up that.che doesn’t pull herself together until e ehot {s heard. Jtepien’s unhappy Jod of husband is ended. . "The last act shows the hopeful widow tn the latest style of mourning. She wears white and carries a bouquet when she comes to the trial of young Saint Aathony, who ie accused of having murdered her husband. The fat hero's father breake tn upon this beautiful scene and rescues his eon with the aid of an American flag and the sailore from his yacht, | But in al! seriousness there is a sentimental moment here that counts. It ts when the foolish boy puts out his manacied hands and says, ‘Hello, dad!" Hale Hemilton does this simply and feelingly. For the rest, his performance sus geste his earlier Wallingford, only here he 1s the “boob” from beginning to end. All-that thts hero knows may be put in a football. There m Aulgence, but no sympathy, for the overfed {dol of the gridiron who !s given Knockout drops in a Tenderloin dive and then put on board @ ateamer for Panama under the name of a crook who wants to throw @ detective off his track. This opening scene takes the measure of @ play that ts both bulky and m~odnim The speeches that the father of the ne'er-do-well makes in the later in Panama are ridiculously blatant. The heavyweight Ameri- ean consul at Panama is even a greater joke. Taving the play for what it Is worth as melodrama of the frankest sort, no £ be found with the acting. Mr. Hamilton's good nature has a certain quality, while Miss Katherine Ke 1 gives more intelligence and to the wife than might be expected. As the husband, De Witt C. s as melodramatic as the play ttself, Macey Harlam stands out as as his uniform in the role of a Panama official. Others are lost in the ofa long play with @ long cast, G-o-o-d N-i-g-h-t! HENRY ,WE DONT SEEM To GET AS MucH FUN OUY OF OUR VACATION AS OTHER: PEopLe DO- J THINK I KNOW WHAT THE | TROUBLE 'S po & Eg TRICKS ag Im NOT AN OLD WOMAN YET, HENRY, AND I'm DETERMINED NEXT BEASON To TAKE w'eadtle A Vision. VIOLET in her lovely hatr, Ab rose upon her bosom fair! But oh, her eyes A loveller violet disclose, sa glass of Fr u which {9 Intended to proof against the ordinary acka of burglars, So many cases of burglary have been committed by the| And her mpe Bps the eweetest rose breaking of show windows and snatch-| ‘That's ‘neath the skies. {ng of valuables ch exhibition that @|A lute beneath her graceful hand special effort has been made to end this | Breathes music forth at her command; particular form of theft, The French| ut still her tongue gtass is produced by a secret process,| Far richer muste calls to birth bat the makers admit that thickness|Than all the minstrel power on earth and care in its manufacture are ts F al essentials, It ¢ made, about | A’ turge quarters of an inch thick and on | Tie purest ray, wit tong Das resisted the blow of a ten-| ing sheds ‘Aceful 1Afluence round, pom disk. The same blow would | phat hallows e’en the Very ground @hattered ordinary plate glass ‘Waki. in tender Mght, » all i# bright, Beneath ectt Charles orld Daily Magazine, Wednesday, —— on PoP Come Quick’ A MAN 15 GONNA HURT, A LADY! uss ih jig f i LZ for her. She seemed very hungry and ate a whole lot without getting off the! cal tone ef voice. two eggs for one minute. For, ae the Dream Man explained, the eggs had to be kept very warm or else they would not hatoh, Well, papa bird kept looking around for the last egg while wotting for the two Httle birdies to come out of the shells, Finally they came out! Such rejotcing and chirping by the mother bird and the father bird you never saw, Mother bird fed them some orumbe loft from the dinner papa bird had brought her. For both baby birds seemed ravenously hungry and they orted for something to cat just Uke real little babies, And their mother and father loved them just as Bessie's mother and papa love. or, Next mo:.'»7 when sha awoke Besste told Bobbie alt adout what she had eeen, And i yether they ran and put the egg back in ites place, Mother and father bird happened to be out at the Hime, eo Bessie and her brother Bobbie waited and watched to see what would happen. They were not disappointed, for the two big birds were just as glad to find the third gg back in the nest again as Bobbie's and Bessie’s mamma and papa would have been to see their ttle boy and girl back home if they had deen lost. Birdies, you know, live and love just as people do, (ho Wow Yrs Wer ) WE'RE Too OLD FASAIONED AND Stow- we'ReE NOT UP TO ALL THE \nD OON'T GET IN THE Swim with THE BWELLS ~ Boon there was another tiny birdie in the nest, ‘way up in the tree. ELEANOR SCHORER, By Ferd G. Long Ed ‘THEY HAVRE SO MANY SPORTS AND GAMES AND TAINGS THAT WE Cor KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT, AND SO “I WE DOT Mix a ee 4 LAWN TENNIS- KS September 4, The Diamo Romance of a Hoard of Missing Jewels and the Mystery Which Followed Them omy ‘ALM ENT, 18, OF PRECRIING SNOT AIM ENT: faring man Hone “ofthc Wardepool. After est- Tralteg fount) Teronports “hn Gon whieh excites him bet Hindu passer-by, who who “i itt ashe ton Pandy and tries Poulan Ap" the: sailor ening, the Mtns socoste CHAPTER Il, The Hindu’s Story. ) HERD was « curious ile on | the Hindu’s face as bi looked into the eyes of the man in the @hebby pear Jacket; Dut there wes ne Answering smile on Lindsay’s. ‘The angry look which. had: rested on it @ince Mr, Josepha had turned ob- atinate about the brass-bound box eud- Genly faded away, and gave place to one of mingled surprise and fear. Lindsay etarted back, aad his mouth opened in @ gape of astonishment. “Where the deuce did you come from?’ he growled, staring at the Hindu. The other man amiled again— @ omile that was neither pleasant ner reassuring. “From going to ead fro about the earth, Mr, Lindsay,” he answered in perfect English, and with @ low musi- “Alwaye seeking, Dut not until now finding, certain matters that I much desire to eet eyes on.” "Go and set eyes on ‘em, then, and be hanged to you,” said Lindsay, “ah, but I have set eyes on them I see one of them now, It is you, I saw another but a moment ago, That was your elegant little casket with the brass corner: “Bo you've mn itt’ eaid Lindsay. “Curse it! Of course, J might have known you were up to eome deviltry. It's @ precious nice sort ef day, this— 4 sort of surprise day. First of all, my brother, that never did me « good turn before, sends me a couple o quid— damn him, he might ha’ sent me ten pound. Then I came across the box— its in the hand@ of « pawnbroker. Then I met you--as I thought wes long since. Well, perhaps thing you'd Uke to see, Mr, @pl Dass, ely? “The other thing that I wanted to said the Hindu calm and tmper- ‘Dadle as ever, “I have already sean. is our friend, Mr, Stefano Vas- SF eal ae pet pan cotires, Baffled Ee sill ‘It's a Mo,” said Lindsay, making es if to nelze the Hindu by the throat “He's dead Lal Dass smiled and shook his head | with a decisive action, Ho 1s not. He lives, But do not be alarmed, Mr. Lindsay; he ls where he oannot harm either of us.” “That's good news,” said Lindsay, with unfetxned relief, He took out dingy handkerchief and wiped his fore head. “And where might he bet” he inquired, The Hindu smiled again and ched his skinny forearm north by ous “Over there on the moors," he sald, | In Dartmoor.” Lindway stared at him, His face puckered 1 f into fresh lines of won- | der. He shook his head, “Tere” he @aid; “I don't under- stand—I'm @ bit flustered. We can't stand talking here. Let's turn in somewhe: where It's quiet--and have this out, I've had too many eurpei this morning.” “This way,” eald the Hindu. “There 3 @ Mitte quiet inn along this site eet, where we may talk fn confi- tence, They kn me there.” | He turned into an old-fashioned | house that stood a Httle way along the side etreet, and preceded Lindsay along @ low passage until they came to @ door, The Hindu opened this and | revealed @ small parlor, furnished with a tabe and two chairs, "Tt was $m this house," Lat sald in @ low vole “that was robbed of the brags-bour Ah!" exclaimed Lindsay, “Bo it was Stefano that got it, eh? Well, blow me if T didn't always have some notion that tt might him, And yet, again I've thought as how it must have been you. Ve ut v 4o you know?" ‘It is not a diMoult thing to work ut," said Lal Dass, There were Dass Stefano box that it soontain wore another, ‘ knew of a 2 Brefang You was @ third, We were all three on the | Brahmapootra when she went te Pieces, and it ts evident that only © one of us could have carried the box, away with him.” * “That wasn't me," growled Lind, say, “Worse luck!” maid Lal Daseos .° “Tt was not I,” “But then, of course, only I myectt . knew that. For = while 1 thoagne’'dl that you had ft, and then I ‘thought that Stefano had it; but it was not until last year that I knew thet he) had had it” “Which means for to say that he ‘ had {t no longer?” » cs “Bxactly, Ho had {t no longer, and I never know where it was until f w it a few minut a The two men sa other after Lal Hindu with keen, Lindsay with a half. “Look here,” said Lindsay. it all mean? What's th nificance of it? I ain't Gles and mystert reckoning of it.” “It means,” answered “that in the beginning 8: other he got to this place, Plymouth, at last. As I explain it, he depgsited the box with the man who kept this inn, no doubt asking him to take care of ft until he returned. He must then have been a long time and when he came back the man Had sold the box,” ‘ “Well, welll” said Lindsay. “A; then"—— “Or at any rate, as I read the stort the box was not forthcoming. Perf gucsswoi say contemptuously. fernal way of putting together thugs that never had no existence.” ? “So, when Stefano found that out, continued Lal Dass im , “there was a 4 it. You re member that Stefano was a man of violent temper. I epnclude that lata hands on the man and that fought, And, of course, 5! o knife and it was with “that he killed him” in your chair heart.” Lindsay left the seat y certnin amount of repugnance. ‘Well, I'm blowed}" he sald. “Hers, » I ain't going to sit there any more.®? Go on with your yarn, Mr, Lal Dase, 5, T'll_have it standing.” : “Tt was in Plymouth at the time,” continued the Hindu, “T read it in all the newspapars—the case before the magistrates and the trial at the supe- rior opurt—the ites,'are they not called?—and everything. “The defense was that Stefano had entrusted valuable propérty to the care of the landlord of this little inn and on coming back for it he could not get It restored to him, and so lost his temper and began fighting, witis the result that he used hia knife and Killed the man who had misused the Property. At firat everybody said he would be hanged, but in the end the court found him guilty of manslaugh- ter and he was sentenced to ten yearay penal servitude.” ; “Why didn't’ they hang him?" krowled Lindsay. ““He'd ha’ been het H ter out of the way altogether.” = You perceive now why T made my- self nequatnted wtth this house,” ‘cong tinved the Hindu, 'Dhere was such ‘alle and chatter of the affair among fale that IT wanted to know what property , it was that Stefano had been so to reclaim, T kept my ears open. The widow of the dead man retained thi house for a time and there was mucl *? custom, for people were curidus. ‘She was ® foolish woman and she talked. It was for small reason, she , sald, that Stefano had killed her mn, She spoke with contempt of the gqods, tefano had left. y were not worth a coupla of *f , Bho sald, over and over a ¢ nan to be killed for a coup! pounds! That was all her ery. she never Knew what had become uf ; the things. ‘They had been put a 7 somewhere membored: sold them Her husband might for a trifle that Stefano owed him, or they mtght have ma siolen-she knew nothing—a bit of a box and a bundle of clothes, that was all, And it was all, too, that I could find out, Stefano was sent off te pri the dead man's widow up this house and people forgot affair,” The hair Hindu paused and drew his | nearer to Lindsay. His low