The evening world. Newspaper, November 19, 1912, Page 21

————— The Evening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, Ri ‘S’Matter, Pop?” 9% e | wae T seems only fair roe at the Crit ys ype ZpaaeS e lived only Place in the country. dishes. A erable laughter was years; “What Ails You?” BY CHARLES DARNTON. | You?’ with all the strength we have left after experiencing his debiliiating “What Alis You?’ proved to be @ complication of gymnastics and horse- ‘This dramatization of Muldoon’ e antics of the queer specimens of humanity who underwent various forms of | Physical torture in the gymnasium at ‘Medill's were fuuny enough to make a! Meughable vaudeville si 6s ylarguerite Skirvin as an Athlete to see his dear boy rise in the enough to win the hand of the soclety lady With the cocktail habit that Medill ‘was doing his best to break. 1 Melodrama with characters became farce with types when Medill pleked up six or eight customers at the restaurant and then put them to work at his from that awful restaurant, with its drunken nufsance and noisy sma that any change would ‘have been for the better, the fun was in the gym man who tried desperately to put shoes on feet that he hadn't seen for three by the fat woman who astrug- Merely Gymnastics and Horseplay. play to turn about and ask Rupert Hughes “What Alls| lon Theatre | night. i was not without a certain novelty, and oh. had hit upon a dit was equally clear that he had failed to develop it} into a play. While the gymnasium acene offered good enough fun of its sort, the rest of the piece was hard work for the audience, Nothing could possibly have been | worse than the first act, with its| “swell” restaurant that showed the evil | effects of high ving and, incidentally, | low manners. This restaurant made one | almost yearn for the horrors of tho| cabaret show. The only funny thing about it was that {t revealed Medill, the | renowned physical trainer, a8 @ great man. Everybody wanted to meet him. One thirsty lady of exalted social posi- tion won this distinction only to lose her cocktail, which the thoughtfu! gen- tleman unceremoniously poured into a champagne bucket. He might have saved a horrible row by pouring it into | a boosy youth who tried to knock down the head waiter for refusing him a drink, The blow that the redoubtable Medill stopped might have killed father, for although the proud and pickled youth didn’t know {t, he was the son of the head walter. Francois kept his strange secret to the bitter end because world and quit drinking long We felt grateful to him, for it was a rellef to get away ing of Primitive as jum, consid- d by the fat r His Soul for Music! Scene: An afternoon concert. down, yesterday, Domestic Dialogues By Alma Woodward YUST DAKE VUN BEEG BREATH: UND VEN I SAY “DREE’ VE SHALL BEGIN— Now Copyright, 1912, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World). You know I ain't just met you I remember the time you AuTo Wed LOAN November 19, 1912 IT To +m, Hud PoP s The Pa By John G N-! pers Say NOW, VE VILL DAKE UP Yust A LEETLE EGSERCIS 0-0:D -G-HT! Hobble Copyright, 1912, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World). uncle's funeral.” Perhaps r¢4 Ci eien' refuse to attend American politics every party can jenfoy @ tremendous victory. By Charl (Copyright, 1912, by the Outing Publishing Co.) SYNOPSIS OF PREORDING CHAPTERS. Kent Hollis, @ New York ne to Dry Rotor to take charge wepaes and ranch, The inw le, openly 1 ‘region beaded bya bully named Du ciation had. rob! olla’ burden uber est made holly resolven to. (ake up h ‘against. Prinlavey” and iebeicot evn { Pal: val my et “ae a Thunlavey for Giranty, “the tow'a only local * teconne, ‘nl eo wie! al 4 Graaf are fats ng at A, ery) kee UD as CHAPTER VII. (Continued) The ‘Kicker’ Becomes an In- stitution. OLAS hed laughed at the warning, though thanking trouble with Dunlavey. “It ell depends on how Big Bil feels,” returned Norton with a grim smile, “If you've got him mad there's no telling. And there are plenty of places between here and Dry Bottom where a man might be ehet from ambush, And nobody’d ever know who done it, I wouldn't ride Ory Bot- tom trail every day. There's the old Coyote trail, that takes you past the Rasor-Back and through Devil's Hol- low to Little Canyon an’ along the hille to the other eide.” He laughed. “There's only one thing to be atraia of if you take the Coyote trail, an’ that’s Ed Hazelton. when he's plum crasy, Haszelton’s brother—her He’ thet Dunlave: thle dent alte yu ry. here five years ago, died.” Her voice caught. ‘Some- times tt seoms terribly lonesome out here,” she added; ‘when I get to think ing of—of our other home. But"—she amiled bravely through the sudden mols- ture that had come into her eyes-—“sines fur Ed got hurt I don’t have much time te think of myself. Poor fellow.” Hollis was allent. He had never bad a sister but he could imagine how she must feel over the misfortune that had come to hee brother. It must be a saori- can fice for her to remain in this country, to care for @ brother who must be a great © burden to her at times, to fight the soli- , tude, the hardships, to bear with pa- tence the many inconveniences which + are inevitable in a new, unsettled coun- He felt @ new admiration for her and profound sympathy. “I think that you must be a very brave wey am young woman,” hoe sald earnestly. "Ohi" ehe returned with a sudden, e@mile, “It tan't hard to be brave. But et times I find it bard to be Datient.” “Patience ts one of the cardinal vir- tues,"* Hollie, he threaded hie way through the rapidly growing darkness he felt an un- accountable satisfaction over the fact that he had elected to remain in Union County; that henceforth his fortunes were to be linked with those of a br: young woman who had also accepted the of end who was co! mitted to war against their common enemy—Duniavey. Curiously, during the past few days he had felt a decided change im his atti- tude toward life, His old ambition wes uppermost in his mind—-it na Abapondantly 40: train G6wh her "A. (ooking around)—Don't | Were Plain nutty over “I Guess I'll Have he did not leave @ large — was pesterin’ when you slammed him.” 104 peen crowded out of his existence. Fensernant Tstaad, a “Pinwheel” gees i ra fi of prea ee aa My Er fad I yee enough estate to deserve their respect.| A woman who forgot to ask for Oe oeain, eA Jn ite, place had deen erected a new : Murphy; by the Mormon senator who Mostly all hens! with va peg cea a eae deh Vine alimony with her divorce remarried | man who took oo sister's part _you Pinnacle of Sromime. | tsaty was 6 whirled around ke a human pinwheel, Mrs. A. (indignantly)—No a fistful of any old notes aie ou feet “Prize offered to list of most beau-|the victim and later obtained HER | wouldn't need to be much soared of worthy goal. Yet the lowly bench of and other performers on the horizontal such thing! Yow can’t see the} ) 41) apt Hays Ved pre nitien iJ Ay if freedom and HIS fortune. him-—I've heard that pee cot a Drotty thee was net ite compente- dar, the flying rings and similar diMicult men's heads very well, ‘cause the women |) (4 7) at. pros geo tg rape 12) tiful words.’ ‘Keep the change," or J good memory for his friends—even sony . aids to health, All were driven Into have got so many feathers on thelr! yo. ging abhi “Let me pay for it!" wouldn't draw apie When hes of tol Norton of bis ex- i Jeuriow _tetion by Medill's heartless hats, And tt isn't very crowded just yet |""s174" 4. in aistress)—Oh, Henry,|the Doody prize. For, believe us,| “Factory paye $1,000 for death of] tence in Devil's Hollow, nor did he CBAPTER VIIi. RUA peel doth di everybody's @ subscriber, | primase don't talk so loud! If you| those are beautiful words. girl.” Before the wor a healthy slave |tell him now. But he followed this ad- This was the only line that William Courtleigh had to keep him going in the Bipart of Medill, and he made the most of the time he was and they don’t come early ‘cause they've all seen each other's clothes before, Mr. A. (critically)—Kind of a rummy- looking lot, aren't they? ice about taking the Coyote trail, and the following day when he made the trip to Dry Bottom he returned that way. About half way between Dry Bot- don’t like it go home. Mr. A. (magnanimously)—Well, I’m going to give ‘em another show, I'll stay to hear the next plece, and if it's twas worth $2,000; but with our more civilized system of labor human life 1 seems to come cheaper. tom ana the Circle Bar he came upon “Wife wins freedom.” Jail? Husband or Mrs. A, (shocked)—What! © Why, the fifth consecutive time by Yeraduate pupil, Miss Marguerite Skir- they're ag refined and intelligent @ set|T1, mine co tearith ee ome 7 1» | Rillttla ache oat, eee email etroama Hollie, Potter aid not ride | in, pretty, plump and graceful, swung of people as you'd meet anywhere! (eaih fa uaihad | Gheih, ties <thtak nken- toed “Turks acknowledge defeat.” The “Comrgttee to investigate trust: rous! out to the Circle Bar, There herself into the front rank of acrobatic Mr, A. (resentfully)—Not @ chicken in| Mr, A. looks perplexed for a moment, then tums There 13 no such thing as a trust ; be- fan {deal location for a small atill remained some type to be eet and actresses as an all-round athlete. Miss the bunch! to hie wife, grinning delightedly.) unpleasant thing about war is that couse Congrest has passed @ ta |ranchen ent, MOUs observed that the Potter had declared his intention of mond Kelley, after growing emo- Mrs. A. (coldly)—Of course not. Vety| Mr. A. (resunantly)—Why, say, Jen-| one side nest be defeated; while in| buildings were in order—evidently Nelite completing the work and staytng over ‘ tall, went ( nie, that's the thing Rudolph's got on against them, her brother were provi- night in town. Hollie had acquiesced tional over the spilled cocktail, young people don't care for thie kind of aT ie Hazelton ‘and had departed for the Circle Bar Minto training at the gymnasium with musle. ‘They'd rather go to vaudeville | Ms talking machine, aint it? Seer I os Senki papi ire eget ey alone, ] surprising results, displaying fine dis- or a moving picture show (looks at him |&n recognine ay any float toward them, Mr, A, begins » mild turty| “Coal advances twenty-five cents.” | te ease of & rroyo Wh hed Bottom retion in grasping the horizontal bars suspiciously), and I'll bet YOU'D rather, | Mrs. A. (anerily)—Ob, for goodness | fost ows yf began at the slope of the al en he rea Dry the following morning he found a email. crowd of people in front of the Kicker oMce. During the night eome one had through which the stream of water ran. The cause of this ts either the ehort- 1 ae ogee Na ae Bet ge Abr age of coal or the extreme warm) wotiontess in the ead out weather. Take your choice of reasons | him Gnd pay the Aperence, to him, The young acend the side sf th fore he had fairly atarted Nelite Hasel- sake keep quiet! What do you want to do? Disgrace me forever? You musta’t same to oe to be incensed)—How ,talk about graphophones—REAL. musi- jane never have them! do you know? Huh? I love music. 1|° love classical music, Don't I always| MF. A. (laughing sardonically)—No! Good reason. ‘Cause they couldn't even Heya. Ab SRS Tdssie plays with all) oe up enough coin to pay the first Mr. A. (Joyously)—See? I HAVE got a soul for the right kind of music. My spirit responds very readily. In there, with that undertal college yell I began to feel like cashing in for ten cents on the dollar. But out here, with @ real lively tune filling the air, I fell nd other essentials of the higher art Wiillam Courtleigh as Medill. ‘of acting. Sidney Greenstreet broke Gown @ bed without the least effort and won sympathetic laughter by his at- tempts to put on his shor Bobby Barry was both clever and amusing as the nimble featherweight, and Miss Luray Huntley out @ funny figure in bloomers as his heavyweight wife, ‘What fun there was ended with the second act. The last act, showing a too, Henry Anderson! Well, I'd be interested citizens grouped “Boy sent to jatl for soliciting about the door, reading the worice. group of tired Medillions on a cross-country walk, was truty wearisome, and y of the sketchy characters. jis Mr, Hughes's weak little play. And that's only one of the thii js that Betty Vincent’s F ‘overs or is always the best policy, elther between between friends. Misunderstanding and weeds which grow best in silence lovers or ewtrangement are and concealment. If you've heard something that troubles and puzzles you about a person whom you love, the very best thing for you to do ts to go to your friend and ask for an explanation. Personally, I am firmly convinced that even an unpleasant certainty is worse than an unpleasant doydt. And in ao many cases the explanation will. result Pleasantly. If you feel confident that you no longer love the person you have promised to marry, tell him #0 at once and get {t over, The longer you wait the worse it will be for toth, And finally, young man, if you want a girl to be your wife open your heart to her with the frank request. Mrs. A. (in disguat)—Oh, that? That's afternoon Is REAL music. Gee? Mo-| on zart's Symphony in E, No. 3 Mr, A. (thoughtfully)—Now that ain't a pretty name to give a plece, ts it? Sounds Ike a regular, common cata- logue! Why don’t he give it a catch: aitle? That's the stuff the crowd fall for—a good, snappy headline. fore. Mozart's ‘been dead hundreds of years—he died a pauper—just think! Mr, A. (triumphantly)—Of course he did! Ain't I telling you? Naturally, any guy that didn’t have any more gumption about naming things than that ts going to go flat broke. (The house darkens, The conductor eppeare.) Mr. A. (stage whieper)—Swell looking gazebo, tan't he? Is he @ musician? Looks like he gets his clothes pressed! Mrs. A. (fearfully)—Sh-h-h! ‘The symphony comes to an end, Lond ap plause.) A. (bewildered —Say, that ain't got any tune to it! Did you hear any tune? Sounded to me Ilke they were tuning up right straight through. installment! it out of here. It's about as het up as Oh, come on, let's hotfoot (In ealf-defense Mre, A. exite with him. Out "Bolerewt the Pa icons ‘tones of a hurdy-gunly like hitting it up with the best of ‘em. you got t Darktown Doings atreet car transfers.” When he grows “Man met maid Monday morning, married at midnight, Asks divorce A man should spend a year com- mitting a girl to memory before he are no doubt in faror of the recall of voters, “Policeman knocked down by eacap- ing thief.” Policemen should learn to keep out of the way, It is getting 40 that a respectable murder can hard- ly be pulled off without a lot of oficers indicating @ desire to interfere. “Men should marry girls with long pink nails." The girls with the long pink ones may be the most desirable, ton had come out of the front door of the cabin and stood on the edge of the greetin Hollis spurred his pony closer and eat amtiing down at . “T don't think anything could your invitation,” “Oh!” she ea! came to her fa It betrayed the had come because of her. udden color that told of her confusion. fact that she knew Her brother's “Won't you get off your horse?” ahi said while he still sat motionles: quite a while before sundown have plenty of time to reach the Circle Bar before dark," He had determined to discover some- thing of the mystery that surrounded her and her brother, and so he was off his pony quickly and seated himself tn a chalr that she drew out of the cabin for him, By the time her brother had reaghed the poreh Hollls was stretched pfortably out in the chair and was answering several timid quostions con- cerning his opinton of the country and hin new responstbilittes. She was glad he liked the country, she said. It was wonderful, In the five years they had been here they had en- There were several of the town's merchants and @ number of cowboys— (edit final sentimental moment would have been painful if 1t had not seemed the ‘Maiden’s Prayer!” That's cheap Of course I've got a soul! h small porch, smiling at him. , this place! > , up he will soltett ratiroad rebates Li ‘ new arrivals and those who had re- It was impossible to feel a real interest, iet atone a sentimental | music, What you're going to hear this|® Mausoleum in this place aoe O Beara niet rake thoroughly investigated. “'So you did come, after all?” was Ker mained overnight to gamble and par- tlolpate in the festivities that were all- night features of the dives. There were also the usual loafers who con- stitute an element never absent in any group of idlers in any street. All, however, @ave way before Hollis and allowed him to reach the door without molestation, though in passing he ob- e n proposes; and then hesitate, invitation in Devil's Hollow had been *fved aignificant grins on séveral) | Advice to LOVES J [ie eosianr stom wn» me, nie bes Som, SAP a asses was ate § A rt of invitation in her eyes whe ‘© was wi! leon in @ bold, know you've never been to @ concert be- Two exprominent polttical parttes| tna ner brother had left him that legible hand, ‘Mr. Hollte"—4t read, the prefix underacored—“"The express leaves town the afternoon at 6 o'clock goin east, Better be on it.” Signed—“Y. 2." Holla read the notice and then turned and quietly surveyed his watch ful, interested audience. . He smiled seeing several faces whic: though plainly expressing amusem Seemed quietly sympathotie, that these were wishing him succes: though doubting his ability to with his enemies. . Other facea were plainly antagonist: : in expression. He looked at both for an instant and then turned again to th notice and producing @ penell prin boldly on its face the slogan Hy « " rae A but still there ts some demand for |joyed it thoroughly—that was, of course e had Difference in Age. Fre speod meal, kik TOR rag 1 no wonder that guy Mosart died the girls with the long green. et lal the trouble they had had with devised: “C, A. writes: “I am @ widow of thirty-]of my love. I only see him once in a|#trapped—trying to put that sort of | Zo abet d {th Duntay f tno Law! "The Rloker te iere ine, and ® man seven years younger| while, What shail I do to win his af-| sump over! ee? ‘They wouldn't stand \ Puld hear Gouen Lath, Ge titceimaele Rigg te Sean han myself fs very anxious to marry me. | fection?” for it even @ hundred years ago! , | "Man viotates ta of polite 40-1 Ke went he was more inuaeeted. tn And below he indulged in this ‘Do you think guch a match will turnout| There 1s nothing you can do with pro.| Mra. A. (in ecstasy)—Why, Henry, its You know this new alarm clock you set for 5 A. M. for me? ciety.’ Polite society demands that] discovering something about & and her sarcasm: “Don’t hold the express * priety except be your pleasant, natural masterplec Y What's the matter with it? Broke? Lud large element of risk it self when you chance to meet the young man. ere now, nome of your lugs with me. ‘Cause it don't go morrow. But say, just unset it, will you? I don't have to get up till 6 to- when you tell the truth it must be about some one in a different set, brother, though he did not wish to ap- pear inquisitive, Therefore his voice was politely casual, on my aooowns: Signed—“KENT HOLLIS. (To Be Continued.)