The evening world. Newspaper, November 25, 1912, Page 19

oR A CENT THIS uiTtLe FELLAH AN’ Me CourD MUSCLE, POR AN 'S ONLY THREE YEARS OLD. TOO — “The Whip” a Cracking Good Melodrama. BY CHARLES DARNTON. F you're looking for a good evening's sport, go to see “The Whip,” the big train-wrecking, horse-racing Drury Lane melodrama at the Manhattan Opera House. Check your thinking cap at the door, but give your riotous emotions fat rein, because you'll find you can’t hold ‘em. ‘We've had this highly exciting sort of thing before, to be sure, but it has never assumed the Gargantuan proportions made possible by the scene-building faclities of Drury Lane and the spacious accommodations of Mr. Hammerstein's stage. To put it Ina word, “The Whip” has sweep. All it lacks is swiftness in some of the scenes that develop the story with too much detail. At one point, for example, the plot is sent over the telephone so slowly that interest fla: For American audiences the piece should be quickened. In giving you almost a four-hour run for your money It fafls to keep up the pace upon which its suc. cess most largely depends, Another dan- wer that threatens (t is the American sense of humor, ‘Time-worn stock Phrases are no more likely to be taken seriously now than they were when Manager W. A. Brady revived “The Lights o’ London.” Then, too, the com. edy 1s weak, not to say ghastly when It is confined in the Chamber of Horrors of Madame Tussaud's Wax Works, where that stupid boy is everlastingly crying to see Dr. Crippen. While our English country cousins may find humor in wax-work murderers and a blubberting boy, this awful combination {ts pretty sure to get on our more sensitive Amerl- can nerves. Nevertheless, “The Whip" ts a crack. {ng good melodrama. It has been brought over from Drury Lane by Are thur Colling in all its English massive. ness and with all its English atmos- ph One look at the Falconhurst scene at the deginning of the second act settles any question that mignt be Charles W. Blackall as Capt, "ised on this point. Notice the sky. It Greville Sartoris. t# the most melodramatic sky that was ever painted. And then keep your eye on the villain. Marvel of wickedness that he is, he ‘wins your admiration. Oddly enough, ho is really the hero of tho piece. Cool and resourceful, he performs all the daring deods that usually fall to the en- viable lot of the hero. Third avenue would be quick to recognize the hero as a— ud, All that he does da to fall out of an automobile and lose his memory, 80 that the villainess can claim he married her in a forgetful moment. It's clever villain who works out this romantic idea to keep the hero from marrying Uttle Lady Diana, familiarly known as “Di. Although the villain takes things easily, he does an imnwnse amount of work. He never loves his nerve. A re- volver in the hands of the brother of the girl he has “rooined” doesn’t even make him blink. His air of easy unconcern attracts particular attention when he, in turn, passes hefore the curtain and hisses grect him. He pauses, smiles, lights @ olgarette, raises his eyebrows, ami saunters slowly off, ISNT 1 WONDERFUL MARVELOUS! THe TURHS WOULDNT HAVE A CHANCE! WAAL- WEILL SEE. ABOUT THAT = we'Lt! 3\ GWE THis Guy AN {DEA OF HonoR H The Folks That Write Our Books Mere trifles like audiences are beneath the notice of this lofty villain, There de ett] more dirty work for him to do. You sre him next aboard the train to which is attached a car carrying that wonderful horse, The Whip, to the race- course. And what does he do as ihe train thund into a tunnel? In the tm light he steals out of his compart- ment, creeps along the running»board to the dox-car, takes off the rear light, swings himself back, cuts off the car and leaves it and its precious freight to be ground to pieces by the next train that comes along. But he ts folled again! As the car rolls slowly out of the tunnel fn the next ecene, Mrs. Beamisd, in- formed dy the trainer locked up in the Chamber of Horrors of the dastardly plot he has overheard there, motors madly to the rescue. Shrieking wildly, wakens the jockey in the car, and the door ts opened and the horse led out just a moment before the engine of the night express, headlight flashing, parks flying and steam hissing, comes tearing out of the tunnel and gives the empty box-car an awful bump, Geo! This is the scene that does the business! You can hardly hear yourself @hout. With its train the play gets up steam tn the most reniistic fashion and Marie Iilington as The Hon. Mrs. goes whizzing to success, The treadmill Baamniehs race ecene in the last act is as exciting as anything ever seen in “Ben Hur,” “The County Fair’ and other galloping dramas, but it's not like seeing the wheels go round and the steam escaping when fire¢ one train and then another keep the track hot. The smashup brin: & real sensation. Most of the characters are In capable English hands. Charles Blackall) makes the villain @ keen delight. Miss Marie [lMngton, who looks and acts enough like Marle Tempest to be her aunt and walks as though her shoes hurt her, plays Mf, Beamish for aM she's worth. In spite of her evidently new American shoe: thig thoroughly trained actress walks off with every scene in which she appears. While Miss Leonore Harris falls to realize all the melodramatic possbilitics of her rote, she looks I!ke a villainess and in a pictorial sense, at least, 1s effective. It oan be seen at a glance, however, that she ts not English, Miss Evelyn Kerry playe Lady "Di" like a ittle thoroughbred, while Ambrose Manning as the “horse-trainer, John 1. Shine as a Yorkshire sporteman, and Lumsden Hare as the reverend gentleman who falls from grace, al do good work of the necessarily kind, ‘After all, there's nothling lke good olf melodrama for a change! And “The up" is 20 old that it's a distinctly new sensation, How Could She Tell? Wise Bridegroom! LERT?" repented former Vice-President PROMINENT } woman recently ed- A yertioed for 1W8d waitress, "Ger. Charles W, Fairbanks when questioned Man or Scamyprian elsters preferred,” concerning one of his political opponents, Altecrsbe. tim {1 }..0f the ‘Why, he's as alert as © Providence bridegroom 2 well Madided ming geipred eto appeared, | T heard of the other day, You know how bride- sh come: DEKH? ta, dhe Advertigament, | kroume starting off on their honeymoon sometimes "eho csmdley 14 Uke te do, ghambegmork | forget al! about their brides and buy tickets for ry only thomeeclves? That is whet happened to the c ertised for Cer Providence young man, And when his wife said Ga mliny to him, ‘Why, Tom, you bought owly one ticket,’ loge T tnoe nili,” guid umole ain, “woh you an'e’ oy WHANE Yond "or Dash, ie ' ‘mons oF Mefntida tans he answered without © moment's besitation Jove, you've right, Gear, I'd Seepetten mayeelt entirely |! Magenta, LOTTA (MISS EORGH FITOH, author of “At Old Siwash” and “My Demon G | Motor Boat,” hae been electoa CRABTREE). to the Illinois Legislature. Copsright, 2818. Although he is a humorist, he !s a Bull-Mooser. Fannie Merritt Farmer, author of est-selling cookbooks, helped as a girl In the care of a family of thirteen, She’ took to teaching cookery when her plans for becoming an ordinary teacher were upset, Elizabeth Barr, Kansas poetess, author of “Petals From a Rose Jar," once stumped her State for the Suffragiats, bringing both rhyme and reason to the ca Theodore Dreiser, author of ‘Sister Carrie” and “Jennie Gerhardt,” got his first newspaper assignment in Chicago. | He was told off to distribute Christmas turkeys, coal and other things to tl Poor, and his Job ended with Christ» Day. Gilbert Frankau, author of “One of | Us," a satirical novel in verse, 1s a son of Mrs. Julia Frankau, better known to her readers as Frank Danby. Mrs. J. E. Buckrose, author of “Down Our Street” and A Bachelor's Comedy,” was born in Yorkshire and still iives in t successes were “Fire- a seaside village of the Holderness dis- ‘Zip” and “Musette.” Any trict. ‘he began to write poetry as a | one of these could be relied upon to crowd girl, but never attempted to publish any-| Wallack’s Theatre (then at Thirteenth thing till after her marriage. She rarely | street and Broadway) to the doors, The meets other writers and her individu. | box office records of Lotta's tours wore ality Is strongly developed, equal to those of Edwin Booth and were Mrs, Helen 8. Woodruff pictures her | surpassed by no star of the nineteenth own old Southern nome in her little book, “Mis’ Beauty,” just published. Sho is a New Yorker now, having found a husband in this city, to which, as @ girl, she was sent to school, celebrated actress from the and to resist offers of sums rather than resume her artistic career. But another American actiess left the stage when her triumphs were greatest. Lotta (Miss Crabtree) ended her stage career without the least proclamation. In fact, the incentive for her retirement has never been made public. Lotta had amassed great wealth, being the richest artist of her acting days (and she is far wealthier now), be And what a career was hers! Lotta's tremendous popularity was on an even plane throughout the country. Her plays were nearly all written by Fred Maraden, who made a specialty of sroup of stars in “one part And he was particularly happy in creating the hoydentish soubrette char- acters in the portrayal of which Lotta was without a rival. The Lotta repertoire was extensive, Sarah Comstock pitched hay in a Kan- sas field herself to get the local touch | giscouered? ft scene with her young heroine in “The Soddy. 497. How does canning preserve Writing of the general proposttion for | fruit? the novelist that first he must catch his| 493, What 4s the difference be readers and then he must hold them, J. Breckenridge Ellis, author of ‘Fra: drops this into the figurative: “Mice do tween brandy and whiskey? 499. What use do the body's bones not want Purpose Novels, They ask for | serve? Cheese. 500, What is the origin of the About writing novels, Frederick Orin Bartlett has this to say—and he knows; | "ame “Paria? ‘When all is said and done the man wha does his work grouchily isn’t worth eN HLESE questions will be answered his salt. For it isn't work; it's play— I Wednesday. Here are replies ‘0 y." Still, Mr, Bartlett friday’ td A M and keeps| 1. (What good effect has rain fall! 1 ey RY om dead paves?) 1s hastens the by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Ev The Pocket Encyclopedia. Copyright, 1912, by The Press Publishing Co, (The Ne Memories of Players Of Other Days | By Robert Grau World.) Mary Anderson (Madame de century appearing at regular theatre Navarro) Is often granted the; prices, distinction of being the only to retire The last time I saw Lotta act was at Booth's Theatre, then the largest play- house in New York. It was the only time that I had seen the vast auditorium completely filled. It really was dificult to account for Lotta's amazing vogue, for though a consummate artiste, the inticesca') @ BY “Vic.” WELL THAT “AINT RIGHT —- QUST BECAUSE YOU ANT AS BIG AS HE ISs,EH? | Good Stories Same Old Feet. EVENTY NINE paire of shoes shown to the stout customer, wasn't sulted, Producing the eightieth, the shop assistant said, Dlandly; “Now, Nere’s @ pair which 1 ¢hink ill eult you to perfection,”” ‘The customer eyed them clavely, and then said: L,! 1 don't like them, They are too narrow hed and otill he heen 1 in the wes," ir,” aid tho assistant, In a last des. perate effort, “everybody is ng these long, narrow, pointed toes this season, “May be,” said the stout I'm still wearing my last seaso plays and her supporting company were | jnanem, hardly of a high order—surely, they would not be regarded as such to-day. Lotta had the reputation of being the first millionaire to reach that distinction It of earnings from stage work. more than thirty years ago; and her investments have always been accounted profitable. Lotta owns the Park Theatre in Boston, and has larke Interests in other theatrical property. Lotta was the financial backer of the late Henry FE. Abbey at the outset of his brilliant managerial career. She al- ye advised him to reduce his grand opera commitments, and more than once Letta's money enabled the linpres- arlo to extricate himself from a tight Position. A few weeks ago I was walking bri ly alongs Fifth avenue. I had not Lotta on or off the stage for ti.rty years, Yet here she was, looking not @ day older than in the heyday of ‘Fire- fly"; the same little bundle of animatic Truly, here is indeed an instan’e of a stage career cut unnec ly short, York Evening World.) the earth. 2. (Why 1s the assembling of sea gulls on the shore a sign of storm?) The {ish go far below the surface of the water in stormy weather, and the Gulls must seek food on land. 43, (What ts snow?) Snow is the con- ensed vapor of the air frozen and pre cipitated to ¢he earth. 44. (What use do the tides serve?) But for the tides all the substances cast up on the sea shore would renain there to decay, rendering the coasts uninhab'- table. 4%. (How do disease germs sickness?) They produce polno: jas toxin, which ca: jeknesa by: pi ‘Boning the cells of ibe body. cause | | 496. When and how was aloohol,of the leaves thus helping to fertilize | the Judge, in amusement et the laconic anew known | «ge told me | friend's growing won scpaihapasilgl ceca Repartee of the Owl Car. VERYBODY who rides on the Brooklyn ave. E noe owl car knows ‘Cid Si,’ the conductor, and ‘Old Si" knows everybody on the line fnd never fails to put his pawengers off at the Tight comer, He ts blunt in apeeoh, bit witty, Laat Sunday night several couples of young peo ple living out uear Thirtytit street boarded the ear avd began laughing and talking tn loud tones, trying to every one on the car, Pinally Ki ony of the youths sped “O14 Si whose shirt front was somewhat the wore for the day's Say, Mr, Conductor, why didn’t you put on « clean shirt to-night for Sunday? Amd bie com: panions guffawed, "Si" never hesitated a second, but came beck with thie “Because you were mot at home end your mother had no one to send my wasaing by," The cromd vellowed, and the young folks got off at Troomt avenue and transferre),—Kanms City Star, had before hie court @ tyvical Georgia mountaineer on a charge of Mlielt distilling, aaye the Philadelphia Record, “What's your namet” demanded the Judge, “Joshua, Joige,"" drawled the prisoner, “Joana, who made the sun stand sll ev) —_——_—— Quick Retort. ITED States Judge Emory Speer of emiled “No, ait, Joshua who made the moonshine, answered the quick-witted mountaineer, And ft is needles to say that Judge Speer | made the sentence as light a he posalbly could, — > Just Faded Away. 66@Q0 you're broken off your engagement with Miss Smartet” asked the inquisitive friend, ‘His vietin wtiook his head, o,"* Ibe replied; “I didn't tweak tt off!" ‘Ob, then she broke it off!" young man mpring bie “But it 4s broken off, tsn't it?" persieted the curious one, “Oh, yee! explained the young man gently, dresamaker's yearly bill was, oud I told my income was, ‘Theo eur cogagement guotiy Gisoived,”—Anenen e Comin Th (Copyright, 1912, by the Outing Publishing Co.) OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. York newspaper man, ‘of his ‘the On a law ‘the Hemen'® od thon, ares. rm ects is to ira aniston, “a pretty £5) 5 rune ‘eo Sa aeae leet etal So The tion, Hatie itor of hin late fat aver ale at he iy out, Mol (Continued.) How a Bad Man Left the “Kicker” Office. E rose quickly, plainly expect- ing to be shot down the mo- ment he reached his feet. When he discovered that Hol- Ae evidently intended to de- lay the fated moment he stiffened, his Ups twitching queerly. “Ten Spot," said Hollis quietly, “by apologizing for what you have said when you came in you ‘have shown that there is a great deal of the man left in you deepite your bad habite and associates, I am going to show you that I think there is enough of the man left in you to trust you with your gun.” , He turned abruptly to the desk and took up Ten Spot's weapon, holding it by the muzzle and presenting it to the latter. Ten Spot looked from the weapon weapon, ement pictured on his face. Then he reached out mechanically, tak- ing the weapon and holding it in his hands, turning it over and over as though half dnclined to believe that it was not @ revolver at all. “Chuck full of cattridges too!” he ex- claimed in amazement, as he examined the chambers. “Why"—— He crouched jand deftly awung the elx-shooter around, the butt in his hand, his finger resting on the trigger. In this position he looked at Hollts, ‘The latter had not moved, but his own, weapon was in his right hand, ite mu: zle covering Ten Spot, and when thi llatter swung his weapon up Hollis smiled grimly at him, “Uming it?" he questioned. For an inetant !t seemed that Ten | Spot would. An exultant, designing ox- ) Pression came into his eyes, he grinned, his teeth showing tigerishly, Then sud- denly he snapped himself erect and with & single, dexterous movement holstered the Weapon, ‘Then this right hand came mrddeniy out toward Hollis “Shake! he sadd. “By —, you're white! | Hollis amtled as he returned the hearty handelasp, “You're cert'aly plum grit,” assured Ten Spot as he released Hollis'’s hand and stepped back the better to look at the latter, "But I reckon you're some fool too. How did you know that I wouldn't turn you into a colander when you give me back my gun?” |“ didn't know,” emiled Hots, "f Just took @ chance, You see," he added, | ‘It was this way, I never imtended to shoot you. That sort of thing isn't in my line and I don't intend to shoot any one If there 1s any way out of it. But I certainiy wasn't going to allow you to hoot me.” He sniled oddly, “So I watohal my chance and slugged you, Then when I was certain that yout weren't dangerous any more I had to face another problem. If I had turned you loose after taking your gun what would you have done?” “I'd have gone out an’ rustied another un an’ come back here an’ salivated what you would have Hollis, "I intend to say country Ten Spot, and if I had you loose without an unier- ne you would have shot me at the first opportunity, Ags it stands now you owe me" — “Ag It stands now,” Spot, @ queer expression on his |"'I'm done shootin’ as far as you're con- jcerned.” He walked to the door, hesitated on the threshold and looked back. “Mister m he said slowly, “mebbe you won't lick Big Bill in th! here little mix-up, but J'm telling you | | Interrupted Ten face, that you're goin’ to give him a good run for his money, So long He stepped down and disappeared. For a moment Hollis looked after him, and then he sat down at the desk, his face softening into @ satisfed smile. It was something to receive @ tribute from ja man ike Ten Spot. CHAPTER X. The Lost Trail. 'T was after seven o'clock when | Hollis mounted his pony {n | the rear of the Kicker office | and rode out over the plains the Circle Bar, | | | | | “THE 7WO-GUN MAN'S" Greatest Novel By Charlies Alden Seltzer * toward a Uttle basin which he must s . and forth from Dry Bottom to “no reason for haste, for he had told Law he of t latter had come to the Kicker offee as an enemy looking for an opportuaity to kill, He had left the oMfce, perhaps not a friend, but at least a neutral, sympathetic onlool tor to Hollis'é interpretation of his words et Parting he would take no further gart in Dunlavey's campaign—at least Be would do no more shooting. — Hollis was compelled to make « long detour in order to strike the Circle Bar trail, and when at seven-thirty o'clock he rode down through a dry arroyo cross to reach a ridge that had been his landmark durti | his trips beck Circle Bar, dusk had fallen and the shadows of the oncoming night were settting somberly down over the plains | He rode slowly forward; there was Potter to say nothing about the reagen of his delay in leaving Dry Bottom, amd Potter would not expect him before 9 o'clock. Hollis had warmed toward Potter this day; there had been in the old printer's manner that afternoon a certain solicitous concern and sym- pathy that hed etruck @ responsive chord In his heart. He was not @ sentimentalist, but many times during his scquaintanes with Potter he had felt a genuine pity It had been this ask Pot- for the man. ment which had moved him to ter to remove temporarily to t! cle Bar, though one considera: been the fact at the Circle would most of the timé be evil influence of Dry ttom's That Potter appreciated this shown by his successful fight temptation the night before, whi Donement of the publication Kicker would have been fraught serious consequences. Riding down through the little the end of the arroyo Hollis 4a ring satisfaction over in ines E i if i af Urprise his old friends in/the East must have felt over the Derusal of their copies of the over the information that he—who been something of a figure in Baste Rewapeperdom—had become the owner and editor of a newspaper in = God-for- ®eken town tn w Mexico, and that a ted Cutset he was wag inst interests that ridt of the United States Gout bie lo smiled grimly. They mii surprised, but they must ‘eel, all wh, knew him, that he would ata: fight until victory rewarded him tl black, bitte: became sors ey iF defeat bis © could When ‘he pose Hd © compromise, rhe toward which he had been riding forthe arest- night Fis, de,tad ean hot. but here hed { oMce, with the front LS and rear ‘open, he had not noticed the heat very mueh. Gut just as he reached thi je ridge he became aware tha reeso had died down; oo (Of Bete that waves of hot Air’ were rising from” the “stn uty Usually at thin time of the 9 Right there were countless stars, and i now as he looked up into the great, ~ vast arc of sky he saw no stars et ali except away down in the West im m big rift between some mountains, Hoe pulled up his pony and sat me- tionlows in the saddle, watching the sky. A sudden awe for the grandeur of the scene filled him. He remem- bered to have seen nothing quite Mke It An the Eat, a ; | toward Dry Bottom, and on the | 1 | ; $ north and south, rose great, blae thunderheads with white eresta, eer ing like mountains with snow-eappea Peaks. Between the thunderheads / other clouds, of grayish white, wind- whipped, on fleecy, werd shapes, rial the wings of. the Storm Kings, Other clouds flanked these, moving Mowly and mafentically-—like shins on the sea—in striking cowlseat to the fleecy, unstable shanes hetween the thunderhoads. which, though rugh- ing always onward, were riven broken hy the irresistible force Dotted them. To Hollis it fe mighty opposin wert In the sky, marshalling, manoeuvring, Prenaring for confilet, r While he sat motionless tn the sa@éte watching, a sudden gust of cold wind ewirled un around him, deshed eome by fine, fint-I!ke sand up amainst his faee ¢ and Into his eyes, and then swept om- ward, on the it Tee. He touched his pony Mehtly flanks with his spurs and headed along the ridge, convinced that a storm was coming and suddenly realizing thet he was many miles from shelter, He had traveled only a Nttle distanee when clouds of sant and dust, driven, enveloped him, blinding again, stinging face and hands and blotting out the land marks upon which he depended to guide him to the Cirele ar, The eky had grown blacker; even the patch of blue t rift between the di now gone, There was noth! him—it seomed—except inky bi nothing below but chaos and wind, sould oe foot of the so gave y rein, ite inatinet, ta ‘ To Be Continued, i Bren Wares é