The evening world. Newspaper, September 19, 1912, Page 19

° The Evening IT WAS EVENING ON THE PRAIRIE, ALL WAS ‘PEACEFUL AND QUIET, ‘EXCEPT THAT WILLIE. WAS PURSUED BY A ¥iERCE WOLF, SOMBTIMES IWWNOWNAS ALKALI IKE “The Count of Luxembourg” a Musical Delight. at all eusceptible you will be struck by the charm of Frans 4 that of dainty Ann Swinburne as the hours glide by at the New Amsterdam Theatre, where “The Count of Luxembourg” has taken up what promises to be a long residence. Both are irresistibly alluring. - Miss Swinburne seems to be the very breath of music that has freshness and delicacy, melody and refinement. It is music that speaks, or rather whispers, for itself in the most delightful orchestration that haa touched the! strings of @ harp or set violins to dreaming in many a musical comedy night. It fs Lehar freed from the obvious wiles of ‘The Merry Widow” and the pre- tentious throbbings of “Gypsy Love’—in short, Lehar at his best. In giving us Ann Swinburne with this music the fates have been much kinder than they usually are to Broadway and the side streets that are becoming more and more sacred to theatrical building operations, But don’t flatter yourself that you are discovering Miss Swinburne, She has merely come into her own on the same stage that revealed her vocal and personal charms in the spring revival of “Robin Hood," when she graced the small part of Annabel. You may congratulate yourself, however, upon the important fact that she {s still unspoiled. Through rare good fortune—or it may be her own good sense—she has avoided the musical comedy manner that has put the rubber stamp of Broadway upon many a promis- ing career, She sings and acts Here you have the whole secret of her charm, That ehe wi improve with age is @ foregone conclusion, but for the present her youthful appeal ts quite enough to sat- {sty both the critical eye and ear, The best we can wish her is that she may never Jearn the tricks com- mon to the ordinary mustcal comedy per- former, For one thing, It would have been just as well to spare Miss Swinburne her present trick of waltzing up and down stairs with the easy-going Count. No Lebar comic opera) without {ts} and the music) that goes with this ‘one is its own excuse, naturally. | would be complete, of | Now it HAPPENED THAT WILLIE ELUDED THE Fwecrierce wou) So THERE REMAINED NOTHING To PURSUE BUT THE P. S. (PEACEFUL Scent), AND | AV ELECTION DAY OUT THE vore ! World Dail UST CesT So THe F. w.Fierce WOLF, TOON THE MATTER UNDER, CONS! DERATION To WELL, Wife, HOW DID THE Lehar has never been! more rhythmic than| he t# in this measure. But why and down stairs? Both Mise Swinburne and can't help betraying the fac® that they are in fear of Tiehg cane nce Mr. Moore dances very well, but he walks like a barber. Beoond honors go to Frank Moulan, as the little Grand Duke who kisses Miss Swinbujno's hand in the desperate hope that it may give him happiness in the end. ‘Mr. Moulan's really funny work ts tho best he has done since “he Bultan of Bulu.” The fact that he {s @ little man helps him immensely But aside from this he hae skill and neatness, and he caps @ very clever per- formance by singing “I Am in Love” with variations that leave no doubt of ered Welton never rises above the low comedian fo dear to the English | stage. He 1s successful only in the most obvious manner. It's a plece of rare luck for him to have es his companion pretty, dark-eyed Frances Cam- heron, who dances gracefully. A turkey trot mars the beauty of the second while the girls who come in with hoops are so completely out of this ture that for the moment they utterly ruin it, In carnival spirit and cos- the chorus adds life and color to fe firet sate though !t might easily Ye studio with less monotony. pT ter "The Count of Luxembourg” is a musical 11, {te book contains bits of real humor. his own dictionary.” “I do not wish you to consider marriage as an introduc- HHere'a one of them listen to thii ton.” ‘Would you believe !t—in musical comedy? ——_—__—_———_. How People Sleep. @ American or the Buropean !n, The robust Amertcan wil! cover bh order to get a good night's rest) self with a pair of blankets and thr ordinarily requires @ soft pillow | his wintow open to the aineven int «| Ger his ded, but the Japanese stretches | Vad 0 dat and sometimes he wil ‘himeelf on a rush mat on the floor, puts bat Soraniaio yy there ie &, bit of snow on the window s e morning hard, square block of wood under M6 1. Rusetan, on the sonlaty A, and doer not sleep well if he 498) sieaping place so well as the top have it. big soapstone his 4 Te China they make a great to do with | ¢ reference to their beds, Tn y rising from th | n-| ¢ stove in curved exquisitely h ‘9 ‘| a the . @ the Japanese the Chinese ne wie, hea anv vofter than Is poa-|and all, Into a hag made of reindee me ay eats ats kin and sleeps warm and comfortable Tels a cu mus fact hr to} within he 1st Indian, at the @leeping Habits o other ¢ he world, also has a n 8 ut it Is more porous ee thar while tose 4 do not eppear to 1 hon the Laplander's, Its purpose Is unless they have lots of room ‘n| to keep out the morquitoes rather than ! ‘ bi-| to keep itt occupants warm, Mtoh to stretch their lems, the inhaly fF of the Tropies often curl the | The An clings to his feather es up ik $s at the lowe’| Pillow, but he has long since discarded gle of A suspended hammock and stenp | the old feather bed avor of the hatr Wery soundly that way, or straw or felt mattre ee ae ee THE LIMIT. LET FAITH BURN BRIGHT, “How are Mabel? 8¢ "Bo scarce that out of a inagazine. awn ce, at 1 hear, So let our faith burn bright; e is learning to} And ‘f they crash our golden ways, Kansas clty | Who e’er can crush Thy Mght? —GOPTHD. men take It up| |A Lethargy| As from the smoke ts freed the blaze, | An Expensive Drop. IRAM JONES bad fust soually co “1 H when you we A dropped your H's?’ thi tthe mn isn't he? or 90 ago he was peddling clo eh? American aristocrat ninds me, rat alf-dotlar 0 were cy 1, to round out ordered a bottle of burgundy, wines that “Why ie this wine served know?" lucted tour of Europe, England you did ae the i jerod down returned from @ per- ¢ returned traveller, Americans do: I dropped bank to ortgage extended, American aristocrat ts Only @ generation pcks oF hoeing corn, makes me smile, #, of the bottle of bur. a’hote, dining at this table their dinn It e in @ exadie, do you The second man took # sip of the burgundy, shuddered slightly, and answered: *"Bycause it ie 80 Press, youn ss.’ "Detroit Free EE The Difficulties of English. ow. "age can Nogueht, said Mr, 0 for the “ N butier, Money no object," smiled “On, indeol! How nice! in the matter of your De Rich to the office at Japanese Nogucht, | said Maw. Do Rich You mewn that you will work for nothing!" No, no, nol” erled Noguoh, ‘Me mean me vo objet wo money,"~—llarpers Weekly, lth cs Pll Prudence. boat was drifting ¢, soothing the so Of Then he pro Prom th ia boat on eep, and 4 ‘aot if d 1 wil de George, pt 1 ‘diy, the sun shone 1, and the wa was As @ mailer of commun wense, realizing that et which te tore nat it you were to eed you 0 OUP proposal fam as you an Fran. 0 __— Wisdom of Minerva, FAMC ing a ‘3 spinster, number charitable institution, children were shown ‘through that it ontains, th eptnater, my ebtld, *\inerva ott's Magasing, mil Lippiae - keown through: y for her’ firma woe the place in order they might epjoy the many beautiful things indicating « statue, asked one of the * the + Bean nev I when there's Collar! works Heat Badly Under Whenever we Hear aGook Bras- ging that he's “a Philosopher" we Have a Mental Pastel of him Crumpling Up _un- der a Little Dose of Trouble jike a Caterpillas jn.gromt of « Grate Fire! The ‘Actions’ Omen that “Speak Louder than Words” usu- ally Have Press Agent, if not a u of Publicity and Promotion! Wait till you're Broke !n Benares, Bo! {t's Puffeckly Nachul for All of Us, after we've Done Some Bonehead Thing to Believe that our So-Termed Brains are Just About as Useful as our Vermiform Appendix! Bur Yet Before our Buddies get to the Point of Warning Us we've Warned Ourselves —but Even when we Beat Them to It {t's Always Up to Ourselvost Our Idea of Fatuous Over-Confidence 1s Trying to Ring in @ Countertett on Conactence! When once @ Feller has Sat on a Park Bench and Eagerly nned the |“ Wanted—Males” Ads, he never After- MINA PERFECTLY . OREAD FUL HURRY = HAVG GET OUT THE VoTe ~ HAVE ‘You A PALER SHADE AT THis PRICE “Cheer Up, Cuthbert!’ What’s the Use of Being Blue? There Is a Lot of Luck Left. By Clarence I. Cullen. AND RIGHT APTER THAT, “PROCEED THUELY ND PROCE! USLY, 'm so VOTE IN SMITHS WHAT Copyright, 1012, by The Press Publishing Go, (The New York World) the Poor Down-in-the-Mouth Ginks Sitting there without @ Little Polgnant Pang of Sympathy—and of Gratitude A-Thrilling through his Heart! Some of ua Really Never Make our own Acquaintance until Hard Luck Galumphs Along and Hands us a Hot One! Gen. Forrest, the Great (if Unlet- tered) Leader of the Confederate Cay alry, maid that Victory Consisted tn ‘Gittin’ Thar Fustest with the Mostest Men'’—but when he Took his Walloping at that he . ever Let Out @ Whimp! You don't have to Sound Any Alarm to Put Out the Fires of Hatet We are Quite Chummy with a Millionaire who Amassed his Wad Solely by Tackling Jobs that Every- body Prophesied were Too Big For Him! A Horse with a Grouch Over the Hurdle any Man with a 119 Timber! can't Get etter than a Grievance can Negotiate They Ain't NO Chanct for the Zig who can Remain on Good Terms with Himself After Having Put a Mean One Over on Somebody! Whenever they Hack us Into a Corner, we Take sort of @ Sidelong Slant to Lamp {f that Corner Climbed! | wards Passos Through a Park and Sees OWHERE ele do the electrical N ischarges of the atmosphere ns- @ume ao intense and terrifying « character as on the summits of high mountains. Last August the laboratory of the Soctety of Observatories, built on the summit of Mont Blanc, 1m of wood, roofed with sheots of cop- per, and t# not provided with lightning at the time of the Gissster, The fa Worst Storms. mous Jansen observatory Blane was repeatedly struck It bore numerous iehtning rods, con nected by cables to some rocks @ few hundred feet distant. This building was of wood and was built on the was snow. The effects of the iightning were atruck by Ughtning, with fatal rewults| extraordinary and appalling; the metal to one of {ts occupants, ‘Thia butlding | tablewa: was frequently melted or per. forated © bolts and nuta tn the walls were melted; the woodwork charred fee a earth, *| rods. It was practically buried in snow| the metal cap of the large telescope was pierced with holes, HAVE To GET OUT THE BUSY TESS! SENATORESS DISTRICT = €H. DID You, Vincent’s Advice An Odd Type. e IRLS, be ware of the emotional biackmatler! He ts the man darkly to the devil" won't lov “go to if you him and A girl about Just 4 Uttle while ago. I advised her to “call his and she wrote again that he was drink. ing dreadfully and what should she do? Do? Nothing! Any man cowardly enough to try to force » girl's affgction through her conscience isn't worth a He's thoroughly weak and worth- probably Just walting for the hance to follow the primrose path; that ta, unless he's too feeble to do anything talk about It Don't worry ut him and, for pity's sake, don't marry bimt Parents’ Wishes. “S.A” writes: "Tem a young man ly in love with a young lady, but if we marry {t will be against our par p) ents’ wishes, Do you think our mar- riage likely to be py Yes, if you are of ame and are sure that you love one another, “Wt, HA" writes ‘A few years ago my | | lover went to South Am whore he | ma His “ 1 a year ag Now he has roturned home and saya | loves me ame to marry hts Shall 1 do #0 | Yes, if you jove him “L. K." writes: “I am very much t love with @ certain young inan, who t the past frequentiy Jared his love me. But this ia year he has been paying attention to another girl, How can [ regain bis affections? 1 am afraid there ts nothing for you to do with sucha Kile lover. M." writes: “A young man gave me a present, then took It back on a pretext and I now learn gave it to another girl. Shall 1 have any more © dens in him?’ 1 don't ese bow you cam who threatens « blur,” | Magazine, Thursday, September 19, 191% i“S’Matter, Pop?” #% o 3% o #4 o (arms) e BH eo Ho he Copyright, 1900, by the Frank A, Munsey Co, YNOPSIS OF PI deeper The galll Killa the i Limdaay ane pawnbroker and. at Dass and in rt ue eney. Aw he foarte &. tral he chavicos gmanater heediinee’ that proclaim the recent chain CHAPTER X. (Continaed.) The Fear of Unknown Things. 19 nerves, Jumpy and unetrung, almort collapsed an bis eyes fell on the bold lettering at the head of tho column, and tt was fortunate for him that he Was aJone tn his compartment, for his hands shook eo much @hat the sheot fell from them. He picked it ap again “after @ pull at his flask—and rend the article from start to finish, Tt narrated a strange and starting story. On @ certain night of that week the bodies of two men had been found In Plymouth, under circumstances and tn altuations which showed that they had, without doubt, been murdered. One man, @ well-known pawnbroker, named Aaron Josephs, was discovered in hie parlor strangled by a aliken rope; another, a Hindu, of unknown name, was found in a low district of the town, in @ room which he had only rented that very afternoon, stabbed to death. Next day had come news from the Dartmoor istrict which eet forth an eauaily strange atory. A hut on the moor had taken fire, and when some neighboring folk had | gone to tt they ‘had discovered the half- | burnt body of an unknown man who | had been killed by @ violent blow on the |nead, Ho had been atirpped of his clothes and close by him Iay @ convict's dres: | Between this and next link tn th |chain of strange events there was an | easy connection | A convict named Stefano Vassallt had | escaped from the. convict prison at Princetown the previous evening and had lurked about the moor afl night. There was no doubt that he had found the unknown man sleeping in the hut, had taken him unawar 4 had killed him for the sake of his clothing. Vassalll himself, leaving the hut, had deen overtaken by the pursuing wanters and shot dead, and his body had been recovered and taken back to the prison. Such was the bald narrative of the events ax set forth in the newspaper, It was the theory of the newspaper people that between the first two mur- ders there Was some connection, and that the halfburnt body found in the hut was that of the murderer, Holl! r one or two more nips at hiv flask brandy, worked out a theory of his own, ‘The man tn the hut must have mur- dered elther the pawnbroker or the Hindu, or both, for the diamonds—Van- saill, having killed the man tn the hut, | for the sake of the clothes, had found the diamonds in them. He breathed ‘ore freely when he found that there was no inention of the diamonds; thetr eximence was evidently unknown to the newspaper people. It seamed to htm that a4 far as the diamonds were con- corned he was absolutely safe. There was an anouncement that Will- fam Hollins and David Lioyd, two ward- ers employed at the convict prison on Dartmoor, had mystertously disap- peared, and eet forth all that was known Holling himself up to the time he quarters. But it been found ‘out al Hod tn at Tt ha Lloyd had not cu stead or cottage ek for or rest, therefo viiine’ story ation; It had also been dtscove: yorainan, croasing the Tors, warder who seemed to answe description descending alone n the plateau of rocks whereon Vas- y had nm found earlier in i that farm- sHintance ly was a d fabri a cumst @ away cos under were also hat the authorittes were inclined to believe |that Lioyd's disappearance was the re- sult of foul play and Were anxtous to nave news of Hollins. And then, by way of postscript, fol lowed a very careful description of Hol- ling himeelf, in w « laid on the an ado was the 2 of his face, have pulled out his mustache he would have that now that the t into the newspapers he halr, sine would zed very quickly, and that things asunt @ strip of mirror tn and he got up and 1 at bis reflection tn it. There « great hollows under his ey: s face that had not re. But Holling did his gaze Was fixed on | his mustache ide lett the train at Derby, went inte By C. M. Diamond By J. S. Fletcher Payne the town and wandered about until ip street he came across @ little barber's shop of such humble pretensions that he felt safe in entering it. ‘The barber was reading @ newspaper when Holling waiked in, and the sight ; Made him sweat with fear. He sat down and asked for a have and watched the barber's face narrowly in the mirror as he shaved his cheek and chin, thinking that he would soon detect any signs of recognition. But the barber gave no sign of curiosity, with a clean chin and weeks, asked for a clgan upper lip. The rher seemed surprised. 4 pity, tan't It, to take of @ fine mustache like that?’ he said “There's them that would give their eyes to have one like it What a fuse some of ‘am do make ‘cause they can't «row one!” ‘ Hollins, to whom fear had communt- cated various acts during the past few days, gave an exhibition of dissimula- not @ question of choice,” he sald. “It's a question of necessity. Uve got ® new place as coachman, and the gov- ¢rnor Inaista on clean shaves—so off it's got to come.” “Not even a side whisker?” “Not @ hatr,” said Hollins, “It's o wonder he don’t want me to wear a wig. i “Well, if it's @ good pla you bar! fice, But you'll not grow a mustact like that in @ hurry again, I can tell aw reckon vou've never shaved it 1m. “Can't any as ever I did," said Hol- Uns. He went out of the barber's shop with @ hairless face and with the certainty that no one would recognize him. He felt easier after this re- turning to the station, pursued his jour- ney northward. Before he got into the train he visited 4 had ink or and he took a pull at it whenever the world looked black. ‘He refreshed himself in this way at Sheffeld, and again at Normantown, and the flask went across the counter empty in the refreshment room of beth stations and was returned to him full, Ho purposely arrived at Castleford late at night, and by that time the Nquor he had taken was having some effect upon him, but in @ way which he could not understand. and nervous, and he jumped nearly out of his skin when, having turned out of the station door, he felt a hand suddea- ly grasp his arm, He fa round with & savage growl on the man who hed thus accosted him, “Damn you!" he snarled. ‘Cat me £0. ‘The man who had laid hands on him. drew back a little; he lifted a deprecet- ing hand “Eh, BI? he aid. “Don't you ro- old pal, Stafford along with mee you. And for wod’s keep on the dark gide of the street!" CHAPTER XI. The Night- Watchman. T these words Holling became suddenly alive to the thot that i some crisis was at hand. Be drew nearer to Pinney and looked searchingly in bis face. “What's up?” he sald, Finney advan: his face close to ear. Bil," he whispered, “the police ere wanting you—they're on the lookout— ¢ was @ plain clothes man on the ation, but you've shaved your mas tache off," Hollins pulled himself up, He was not as surprised as he might have been, but he Was thundorstruck to find that things were happening so quickly. He stared at Finney with incredulous eyes and laughed hoarsely volice! Wanting me!" he “What the hell do the police want me for, I'd like to know," Finney pul ut a newspaper from his coat pocket and tapped it with @ ant gesture of tis fingers, @ whispered in a still lower I! It'@ all here tn the evening paper—tn the Post—Hill!"* The silence that followed was broken by Hollins. “Damnation!” he said, ‘“Theyt ean't a ite,” . HL" replted Tine s all t in the r yourself, But with hav- » I lost my aid you, now and matter of sappearance was in the papers morning [dropped In at the station, casual like, Just to see if they'd heard anything.” “Had they? asked Hollins, “At that time they hadn't, but they aid hear th.s afternoon,” answered Fin- ney, What did they hear?” “Nay, it Was naught but « wire eat. ing them to keep a lookout for you in case you came down here,” sald Finney, “Of course they knew you were @ Gag Weford man. (To Be Continued) aaa Mis Ee, z