The evening world. Newspaper, February 12, 1913, Page 15

SOME CHICHEN FOR Din NER? to Irish @ theatre as Walleck’s last a emailer house almost a necessity. To most simple manner. act of Lennox Robinson's play because eourded as though they were spoken in You Boys Lite | “Patriots” of Little Use BY CHARLES DARNTON. the first act at teast of “Patriots” the Irish Players seemed lost in so Foss: are, a8 you already know, of such an intimate character as to make ramst feel as though you are pulling up your chatr to listen to a story told in the It was impossible to understand a great deal that was said in the opening performance wes pitched. Tor one thing, even words uttered without emphasis | “S’Matter, Pop?” * # * {axertericee| city _ February 14 by sine « Players. night. Their acting and the plays they appreciate fully their performances you of the conversational tone in which the an empty room. This may have bi due either to the fimsiness of the @oenery or the acoustics of the theatre. In | Any event the talk, devoted iarsely to Fred Donovan as James Nugent. Sara Allgood as Ann Nugent. on his shoulders and counts the cost of the United Irish Party, had no direct interest. “Patriots” can be of little use! to the Irish Players here, because for two acts it ts little more thi political | iscustion. There is no drama unt!l the third act. Then the teturn of the Patriot, James Nugent, after eighteen) years in prison reveals the irony and the human phase of his situation, He finds everything changed. His old-time supportera and sympathisers have grown | apathetic. They will no longer fight! with him and are surprised when he asks them how many rifles they have | on hand, Hoping to rouse them with an address, fe goes to the town hail, only to find 1t empty. His crippled daughter and a youth with a epark of patriotism try to comfort him, Two young men drop in looking for @ mov- ing picture show and, finding them- selves in the ‘wrong plate, hurry out. grown old and enters the hall and makes him see tho truth. She tells him that because of the fight he put up| againat the police ‘when they came to arrest him for killing @ man whom he spected of betraying “the cause” she) ave premature birth to a crippled child, | He sinks beneath the blame she places | what he has done in a vain attempt to eave Treétand. He has kflied a man, served eighteen years in prison, robbed his wife of her youth and made his daught) er a cripple fur life. And’ now he hin elf te @ broken man. The bitterness, the hopelessness and the tragedy of It) all give the play ite meaning and for a 1¢ eannot hope to survive in this country. As the patriot, Donovan proved that he has made great etrides within the past year as an actor of mkidle-aged characters, Mise Sara Allgood erred on the side of ‘nm the hall. J. M. Kerrigan made the Mies Kathleen Drago gave a keenly intelligent, as well as an appealing, por- trayas of the Gaughter, and Arthur Sinclair was capital as the oMcious sccre- tary of tho League who imagined hims ory’e delight{ul comedy, “Spreading the helpelss victim of circumstances, Rartiey Fallon. Ante eent the audience home in the best of spirits. . Vincent's Advic A Girl of Spirit. ¥ dear young don't the ide that, just deca you are good enough to bestow the favor of your presence on a girl once or twice « week, you have, therefore, the right to direct her ace tions. Untess a girl has promised to marry a man he {8 abso- lutely unjustified in objecting to the at. tenttons she receives from others, If he maken such objections a girl of any anirit will only laugh at him, Why nt {s tantamount to de- the woe: your flance vile to that of anybody else, If] you d feel this you have no right to} wear engagome ng. Rut when} ® young woman | ri-wholo and fa she justly resents the inter. fe of any one of her attendant awalne. So if they must gnash thetr teeth, let them do {t in silence, “RB, Of." writes I recently met a young man whom I greatly admire, He ave me his address and tol me ho would write Do you think he cates for m No one roally alter a aingle mei for a person HA" writes: “1 am tn love with a lady and | would Ike to take her to a show. But she tella me she wants her brother to go along, and 1 don't vare to take him, What shall I do Tf you ( induce tie young lady te change her mind | wn afraid you mea audit to rother's compgny. ths, whe “DY "A young man and | } attentions, few momenta its power. But as drama! In fhe role of the wife repression until ehe reached the ecene old janitor a real and rare character, elf doing great things, News,’ In Lady Greg- Mr, Sinclair again played that Hie deliciously droll perform. e to Lovers write to each other regularly. I have told him that I am going away, but he has not agked ¢or my address. Is that a sign he wants the correspondence to stopr* He would naturally expect you to give him your new address tf you write regularly, An Unreasonable Girl. 3; “A girl came up to me and told me tha e hed heard me ingult her’the previous evening. She wae mistaken, and I told her so, but ehe wouldn't believe me and hasn't #poken to me sinc What do you think of her?” 1 think she {s unfair and unreason- able. '?. C." writes: “I am in loye with the girl to whom my friend is paying Would it be mean if I should try to win her away from him?" Certainly if she is not engaged to him you have @ perfect right to enter the field |. PY writes: “I lke a girl very but though she is sometimes nice to me she also talks about another young man, What do you think she means?” Sho is probably trying to make up her mind, Give her time. Marriage or a Smoke. "G. W." writes: “I have asked a young lady to marry me, but #he con- ditions her consent on my giving up tobacco, Do you think that if she Teally loved me she would let this un. {mportant detall stand in the way of our happiners No, I do not, {f she is the right sort of girl auasdas “SD. writes: “1 sald something whioh offended the girl I love, and s! has not spoken to me since. Will you advise me what to do? Apologize to her, 1 DONT Litre To S88 ANYTHING Get 17S 4HeAD Cut OFF? YAsAsa S! Historic Henpecked Husbands ‘by Madison C. Peters Pn WA abc lt Old 2.—SOCRATES—Unhappily Married Philosopher. WAY MY, GoT= (7, ALL DEPENDS ON How Sou Go ApouT. rr! (ve NEVER SEEN THE HORSE 1 COULDNT Sapore @ (T.To Ma THERE'S ONLY ONG WON TO SADDLE & HORSE Copyright, 1913, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Rvening World), SOCRATHS, the great Anthentan philosopher, born 469 B. C., the fore- mont man ae @ teacher of the ancient world, had hie patience put to the severest test by his wife's (Xantippe's) capricious, passionate and violent disposition. Ho waa not ignorant of her character. He says himself that he had expressly chosen her from the conviction that if he should be capable of bearing har insults, there would be nobody ever #o difficult to endure with whom he could not live, If this wae the view with which he married her—for self-tinctpline—it was certainly fully answered, 1 am inolined to believe with Solomon, whose matrimonial experience wae rather multitudinovs; “It te better to dwell in the corner of @ housetop than in @ wide house with a brawling woman.” Perhaps it would help some people to maXe the best of « bed matrimonial bargain if they looked marriage from Socratesa viewpoint; if they con- sidered it @ discipline of character, rather than es « ghort cut to the highest heaven of happiness, \At a Scotch ministers festival meeting, “Our Wives,” wae one of the toasts. One of the brethren, whose wife had @ temper of her own, on being eportively asked if he weuld drink it, exclaimed: “Aye, heartity! Mine bringe me to my neces in grayer & dissen times @ Gay, an’ nane o’ you can eay the eame ef yours.’ . Capyright, 1848, by The Prem Pustishing On (The Mew You Brening World), oT" plot poaty tides Saas t Like Any St Poe |faveven, Beridan De was arta foals, Tarzan of the Apes #)7iaivouticercc\* Peastkitnasanmmoabes |. satel Gr |S Seay aoe Se Sees along the fat old Night-an’-Day Barks that blow in here for phone valle He muyed thelr waist lines am’ skyplates. An’ when I told him ev'ry surplus inch chase the public phone switchboard girl into the Once Was class, along (Copyright, 1912, by Frank A, Munsey Co.) toward her, DING CHAPTERS, and the girl stood they could not see the two vessels lying in the harbor, ¢ He could not believe that ‘They had rushed past the spot where it was she, and alive. “Bt D'Arnot had been seised wi 9 wd Uressuhe tae ‘Tarzan pointed toward the sounds, me! Where dif you come hurled from the Jul with the Dodo.|f their telte wag made up for by a wail iat touched hie breast and pointed again. fram? Where in the world have you of the men, and then @ volley of arrow: fowl. Not to-day, | of Yellow bille the same size, he couldn’ She understood. He was going, and been? How"—- ell among them, j Dd feioag Body naan ‘thei something told her that It was because ‘Meroy, Mr. Philander,” interrupted Raising their carbines they Grea into DOP TAS \OsnOtTO Ws aes Paatady duped ce ll, by ey Grey. ne thought her people were In danger. the girl, “I never can remember so the underbrush in the direction from mayde But it's) ae a ee ne : Again he kissed her. whioh the missiles had come, comin’, A talk of | up ‘way out of my class, An “Come back to me," elie whispered, eaid Mr, ‘Philander, /3y this time the balance ef the party minutes in| folks can’t stay out of thelr class for- had come up, and volley after volley “T shall wait for you—always.” “Bless me! I am so filled with sur- h box phone| Ver. Soon or late they've just getta ‘He was gone—and Jano Porter turned prise and exuberant delight at seeing Was fired toward the concealed £08! coms only a nickel. An’ afterward you| 99D back where they belong, to walk across the clearing to the cabin, you safe and well again that T scarcely Jt was thean shots that Tarsan @nd/ aon nave to face the entral thet's| “But the windup came when he took 4 nit, Philander waa the first to see her. know what I am saying, realty. Bt Jane dd 0 haga naa. akan ld been Is'ntn’ to your goo-goo| t® Fingin’ In other folks’ poetry om me. sie Mr. Philander was o *) nM th hi happen: w jeut. ' har taavalnl ‘ Sheng tall 8.00 AM BiNe DaR bringing up the rear of the goluma, There was @ chum of his he was always Quotin’ from, A Hibernian gentleman, I guess, from the monaker. He wa' named O’Markyam. An’ one day tn « biizzard my Literary Guy springs fine on me from that same Irieh Ghakes- Deere, that goes somethin’ like this) the mean time,” I suggested, to shift her thoughts from the blank fu- ture, “who was the next victim? ‘Wrong plug in the wrong rack, hey? I'm wise, I'll tell my troubles to the ashman next time. Let how came running to the sce on heartng the details of cade ordered th to follow him, and plunged into the tangled vegetation, In an instant they were in a hand-to- hand fghe with ty black war: riora of Mbonga’ Arrows and CHAPTER XXI. The Village of Torture. 8 the Ittle expedition of satiore tolled through the dense jun- gle searching for slgns of y within, It is a tig ; Bless me: Kemeralda a4 not bother to verity Mr. Philander’a vision. She was within the cabin and had slammed and bolted the door before he had fintehed pronouncing her name. Ie bullets flew thick and fast that came after the on “‘Oh, Gil the eup an’ in the @re of CHAPTER XX. The “ices me’ was startled out of Jane Porter te tatty ot Queer African, Knives and French|ldterary Guy, He sure had me goin’,| «pring your winter garment of repent. (qpettones,) Mr. Philander by the discovery that and more apparent, but the &U8 butte mingled for @ moment in|too, While he lasted, But he didn't| ance fing! Heredity. Bemeraida, in the exuberance of her got of the old man and tie hopelom Savage aud Uoody Gurls, but aoon thel iat, ‘That's the trouble with Mterary| “Wow, apart from the fect that Fa as EVDRAL times they lialted for sie of the Goor ne was the tiger” f¥e8,08 the young Fngllahman proventad PAliyen fel inte ie Ninel aay [uve Money's the onty thing that lastal goon think of @rinkin’ wine from « pall brief rests, which Targan 44 He beat ferociously upon the heavy {he kind-hearted D'Arnot from turning © Poe Ge thy twenty were dead, adoxen| orever An’ T guess Litterchoor an'lag from @ cup, what d'ye think of the ar use aad ai cae ee ee hee nie PAarnot| Money ain't deen properly introduced| nerve of @ man advising me to make stopped for an hour ata littie | “Eemeralda! Esmeraida:" he shrieked. 511° Pa ig enalie Kae teaet on ng. Night was failing rapidly, | ¥#t Dirmends Hea the oa 3 Dittles,| bonfire of my winter clothes when | brook, where wenched “Let me in. I am being devoured by a ayy , tty ir was rendered|@n’ Brokers on Bards, an moleons: haven't even bow aaeanire ree see ey ¢ lon." the remalne of It, for he was positive coubly worse through the fact that they [On Souls. A #.9 taxt-epin has @ nickel wat the Grek stitch of been devoured by somo my e@pring outfit? I saw then the kind It was nearly sunset when they came , Hamoralda thought that the noise upon heust of pry. He deployed hia men ints &euld not even Mnd the elephant trail |eubway ride backed againet the ropealor married tite T'@ teed with hin aon ia alonsl Ty 4 ty the door was made the tiger in Me a giirmish ting fr the polnt wh whteh they had been following. an’ screamin’ for help. 1 ; to the clearing. ang Tarsan, Ar0pping & attempts to pursue hor, so, after her Sameraide hud’ boon fount ard in thie ‘There wae but one thing to do-make| “put he made e erective hotum bith enon! Aa" the Sussle 36 Reve te ge the ground ‘beside @ great Dai custom, she fainted. extended formation they pushed theis 4M Where they were until daylight, | with me at the start I pecaan | toush to get the price of @ singic the tall Jungle grass and pointed out tho “My, Pnilander cast a frightened glance yay sweatine und penta Liewt, Charpentier ordered @ clearing ase Suess becauso) ready bullt dress oat of him. An’ | Uttle cabin to her behind nn Tt was slow work. Noon found them M™#de and an abatis of underbrush con. | Was rent. Ho was @ apindiin’! saw it was time to ring the little bel! She took him by the hand to lead him —‘Horrora! ‘The thing wax quite close puta tow miles intand, y halted for Biructed in circular form about the|Shap. all eyes an’ atring-tle an’ low-tide| But I made the molder as gentle as | tu it, that she might tell her father th. this man had saved her from worse than death; that he had watched over her as now. He tried to se of the cabin, and succe ble up the aide [collar an’ clothes that didn't show good led team work, You know the kind. He a brief rest then, und for a short distan camp, could, An’ J saya, with @ patient smfc “You'll never be rich, perhaps, but 1 cate ing 1s Work was not completed untl! f. @ fleeting hold upon the that men discovered ilemaried th long after dark, the men building @ huge | told me [had a amtie like Moan Eleezer, A carefully aa a mother. For a moment he hung ther It Was an old elephant track, and fte If the centre of the clearing to give| whoever that gent may have beer ”|72u re # famous already that they've But again the timidity of the wild ing with his feet like a cat on a D'Arnot, after consulting with Prof, em light to work b; “An! he wrote @ pome about me, too, | Mmed & summer resort after you.” thing in the face of human habitation ntly & piece of the thatch porter and Clayton, decided to follow it, When all w safe as could be 4 ‘ “He was kind of pleased at that, ti!) swept over Tarzan of the apes. He drew and Mr. Philander, prece- mo path wound trough the Junule attack of wild beasta| ii ye alt about the ‘laughter of thely toia nim the mame of the place was back, shaking die h ding tt, precipitated upon his back. tn a northuweterin divect pM bel vege men Ldeut, Charpentier |4' being in my eves, an’ things 116! sterpienend. walk Tho girl came clove to him, looking up At the instant he fell a remarkable jt (pvrerjumsintly direction, and alone or Meet ubous ee litte camp, | that. ‘Think of it! Me with twenty-four beta rap i ha Just | walked with pleading eyes. Somehow she could {tem of natural history leaped to his yiiie TyApnot wae in the lead ana Sud the tired and heagry men throw | hours of ha-has tn my tampa! It ain't 9 tives pot boar the thquant of bis going back It one felama death Tone and ee en tee et themselves upon the ground to sleep. ake much sense, but I'd never had a! ‘What became ef him? 7 asked. Into the jungle alon tigers are eupposed to ignore one, ac. (OVINE au on Ma ‘The groans of the wounded, mingled | Pome written about me before, not] “Oh,” Connie replied. “H, Still he shook his h and finally he cording to Mr. Philander'a faulty mem- W®* comparative with the roaring and growllig of the | be . n't On Timp 6 a breakfast food or # patent soup. An ‘it caught me in the vanity nerve, Grew her to him very gently and stooped ory, to kiss her, but first he looked into her #0 Mr. Philander lay as he had fallen, eyes and waited to learh if she were frosen into the horrid semblance of Pleased or if she would repulse him. death, As his arme and lege had been Just an Instant the girl hesitated, and extended stiffly upward as he then she realized the truth, and throw- earth upon hia back th ing her arme about his neck whe drew death was anything but | @ Uterary man any more, He wot @ job." . Kreat beasts, kept sleep except in wowt Mtful form from the tired eyes Was a #ad aud hungry party that thro the long night pray!ng dawn, | Tho blacks who had seized D' Arnot! had not watted to particip " A great throng of women and children he could not ke » pace with the younge er man D'Arnot waa a hundred yards in advance when suddenly a half-dozen biack warriors rose about hin. © 4 warning Mout to his column as the blacks closed on hin. one end of which # mulisaded village, A sry went Up 1a thatchedand from him and the merciless blows fell Upon his bare and quivering flesh, But not once did the Frenchman cry out in pain, within the palisade, hia face to here @nd kissed him—-un- Porter had been w before he could draw his revolver tignt whton followed, but cd | rushed out to meet the party, he be quickly delves tee ba tenaeet ashamed. A-eved surprine. jad been pinioned and dragged tuto dragged thelr prisoner @ Jittie way| And then began for tho French off- ‘The death he prayed for waa not to “IT love you--I love you,” she mur- tle choking gu jungle. througa the Jungle and then struck the|cer tie moet terrifying expertence be so easily had. Soon the warriors beat { mured. was enough Mia ory bad alarmed the sailors, and trail further on beyond the scene of thy| Which man can encounter upon earth— the w } nen away from their prisoner, "rom far in the distance came the lander rolled over upon his side and @ dozen of them sprang forward past fighting. \the 1 »ption of a whita prisoner intow He was to be saved for nobler spert faint sound of many gune. peered ebout, At length he discoverel Prof. Porter, running up the trail to They hurrted him along, the sounds | village of African cannibals, than this; and the first wave of thelr Tarzan and Jane Porter raise@ their her. thelr officer's ald. of bate growing fainter and fainter ey fell upon D'Arnos tooth and passion having subsided they contented heads, “Jane! be cried, “Jane Porter! Bless They did not know the cause of his as they drew away from the contestante|nail, beating him with aticllg and stones themsclvgs with crying out taunts end From the aabin came Mr. Philahder me!” , outery, only that It was a warning of until there suddenly broke upon D'Ar-|and \eartng bim with clawlike hands, insults, pitting upon him, Qnd Esmeralda. From where Tarzan He scrambted to iis feet and ryshed danger ahe nots vision @ good al: clearing at Eve)\ vestige of clothing was torn ‘0 Be Continued.) =) ss noe aren RID REEL EEEeEen ones ——— = ——— ee