The evening world. Newspaper, March 27, 1913, Page 21

Marys. “What Happened to Mary” Not Startling. BY CHARLES DARNTON. 66 HAT Happened to Mary" doesn't matt But after the elusive charm of Miss Olive Wyndham has kept more than one of us guessing it 1s something to know that shi ry For this pearl from the oyster bed upon which Miss Wyndhem as Mary grows restless at the Fulton Theatre we are indebted to Cap'n Jogifer, who has @ wooden leg and a line of talk that would make even a rhoumatio old eee dog jump off the dock. Dut it's enlightening, Perhaps Miss Wyndham need not bo told she is much too good for’ the role exceedingly simple little melodrama, She It may not be elegant, ebe is playing in Owen Dav! herself suggests ax much by playing horsolf. {ag in common with Mary, whose lot has, so to speak, been cast among the! oysters of an island that doesn’t seam to offer superior to young ladies intent upon neatly clipping their woll-chosen words. W ight wonder that the play was not called “Mary, the Cultured Clam-Digger, ‘were it not for the fact that Mary’s work at first is confined to servin, @ream on oilcloth at five cents the dish, with “The Blue Danube,” by way of Still, there is hope. plished performer upon the typewrit the law office of the youth's father. mother and wins the junior member with her beautifully aublime “nerve. At this point the plot net only thickens, but curdles. we learn that the lawyer who wants to get rid of Mary !s her uncle, and that he eonsignod her to the oyster soup, as it were, when sho wasn't much bigger than @ cracker in order that his son—the gay boarding house rounder—might crab the fortune to which she was born. yer’s sister—brings her grief and a bag containing $2,000 to the office, and when the hard-pressed youth stenls the money it Is sophisticated victim of his charms in the pocket of Mary's coat, hanging ona hook. The result is that Mary goes back to the oyster course and scoops up 4 mother and a husband on the turn of the tide. “What Happened to Mary” can only continue to happen far from Broad- way, where the dining room girl is letter perfect in the bill of fare and the hotel hack “makes” every train. Strange as {t may seem, Mary !s an accom- The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursday, March 27, 1913 “S’Matter, Pop?” in the least. It is not at all son in and season out the Cap'n would say, Her cultivated speech has noth- educational advantages iz sce-| phonograph, to wash it down. Mary's Ufe te favored with nothing but vanilla until @ bold, bad youth in @ yachting cap polsons her mind with the New York tdea, Miss Wyndham's rapture at the mere mention of New York is indescribable. But there js no occasion to worry about Mary. As for her troubles in this the- Btrically wicked metropolis Theodore Kremer would laugh himself to sleep er them. The really important thing that doesn't hapyen to Mary upon her arrival is a square meal, Just as she fe ready to taste the substantial de- Ights of a giddy restaurant with the | youth who has established powerful | bearding house connections, the land- lady assures her, “I'm poor, and this ts a hard way to make a living, but I'll take care of you." And then Mary soos the perfidious youth @isengaging himself trom an unhappy stenographer who has believed in him. after office hours, and the anticipated dinner is turned tnto ha: T's hard to see an honest appetite discouraged in this way, but melodrama- tists are nothing if not cruel to “little , and she gets the unlucky girl's job tn She talks to the head of the firm like With beating heart Meanwhile Mary's mother—the law- lanted” by the more So long, Mary! months. She 5: but ghe seems faith, How “MM.” writes: a yor Betty Vincent’s. Advice to Lovers euccessfully, His Sincerity. “GL. J.” writes: “I have paid attention to young lady whom I love, for six she cares tor me! An Unknown Man, doubtful an I convince her that 1 am sincer Probably time will do it. “R. B." writes: “A young man and I | tt be prover for ma to smile at him bave been corresponding for sume time, | sive iim encouragement in some wa: but he hasn't answered my last letter | anailed a fortnight ago. 4, ‘What shall I do?” Tou must simply wait. 1 know he Isn’y in love with be man whom I onoe, and I ain not sure that he elprocates my feelings. come wetter acquainted with hin with- out making any advances?’ @ met only! ayain until I apologized. How can I be-| MRR RAR oe we Discouraging Unwelcome Attentions. OW can a girl discourage unwelcome attentions that have not yet arrived at the stage of a proposal of Any nice girl would be glad to spare @ young man the pain and humiliation of making It's the exception among young women who gloat audibly over their scalps. But often the girl with comparatively Mttle social ex- Perience doesn't know how to get rid of @ sultor waum she knows she never can reward If sho can tell him, in so many words, that she hopes they'll always be good friends, but nothing more, she the Gordian would be absolutely {impossible for many diffident girls. Let these try tact! company of the young man in question, wise enough to take the hint if it is offered to him sufficiently early in the ch a proposal un- rather than the rule knot. But such frank: a avoidance of the attentions and the Often he will be show that he wants to become better acquainted with you, UM. TL" writes man several years older than myself, whom I see in @ restaurant where I | eat, but whom I have never met. Would Most certainly not. And you are not really in love with him, I accused a girl of “HL TL" writes sending me a cor ume angry, refusing to speak to me Later I found lout my mistake and wrote her a letter of apology, I have not heard from her. | What shat I do? } @hink chat you must walt for him to You must wail; the mext move is bers, “1 am in love with a/#kip a portion of the narrative—I | and was only saved from a | \n | STU TI my A Playlet in Three Acts.—Act II,, Scene 3. 7 ARR | In Spring Time a} <At. -<. j@ By Eleanor Schorer ||{ Is Modern Marriage the [arava CHARACTERS—Auntie, Father, Small Brother, ity Act Il—Time, evening of the second day—moonlight by the old mill stream, They were bound for a land in which Brother did not know the way and Auntie and Father had forgotten. It was Loveland, Their errand there was to capture the King of Love and then justly punish him for fatally wound- ing their beloved Besste, Early in the morning all three were out searching Rae ct Be) Ty Ui Mitlaa for the King. This was so stupid! For every one knows that no one lives in Loveland until the big silver moon pcepe over the horison. And a0 through the light daytime they watted and watched for Love. He came with the moonrise, and unwittingly stepped into the trap sect for him ‘neath the Ddiossoming cherry tree, where Brother had seen him shoot the arrow from his bow, The cherub fect, so lately dancing and light, were dragged wearily to the jail. His captors were relentle: unfeeling. ELEANOR SOHORER, The Wings of the Morning ({wusiirs (Copyright, 1908, by B. J, Clode.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING INSTALMENTS, riding British officer in Robert Anatrut Indiey ts che ictios ot © bis Colonel's wife and Ventaor ts a oul ‘Ching Sea the Sinder goes down, The onl, Bi te eet landed, at irs’ lyre for tn a cai In the siecle and also ‘& Mysterious chart that is scratched on a tin While Iris is walking alone elm ts attacked by band of headhunting Dyas, who bare, toms the isiand. A: the Dyaks them, wld. jo writes 8 ho treasire, maki and confesing his he fi 1er, hee letter, He tears it to frag. ments, els sugges putting on the mit of one of the drowned sailors, so that the Dyaks may think: there are two men on the island struther tells Iria the story of an enc} ment between himeelf and a girl whom India, CHAPTER X. (Continued, Reality vs. Romance. off JER name was Elizabeth— | | Elizabeth Morris, Tho young } liewenant of those days {] called her ‘Bessie,’ but no -_ mate “Well, you didn't marry her, any- how," commented Iris, @ trifle sharply, And now the gallor was on level ground again, “Thank heaven, no," he said, ear- nestly. “We had barely become engaged when she went with her uncle to Simla for the hot weather, There she met Lord V who waa on the Véceroy's , and—if you don’t mind, we covered then why men in India us go to England for their wives. Whi in Simla on ten days’ leave I had a | foolish row with Lord Ventnor in the United Servi fact, In deft Club-hammered him, in of a worthless woman, vere repri- nd because | had been badly treated. vertheless, my hopes of @ political 1) | appointment vanished, and I returned to my regiment to learn, after due reflec- lc valentine, and she | tion, what @ very lucky person I was.” “Concerning Miss Morris, you mean? “Exactly, And now exit Elizabeth. Not being cut out for matrimonial en- terprise, I tried to become a good officer. \A » when the Government asked for teers to form Chinese ri ments I sent in my name and was ecpted, 1 bad the good fortune to serve m4 command of the under an old friend, Col, Costobell; but some malign star sent Lord Ventnor to the Far East, this time in an important elvil capacity. I met him occasionally And we found we did not like each other any better. My horse beat his for the Pagoda Hurdle Handicap—poor old Sule tan! I wonder where he is now, “Was your horse called ‘Sultan'?” “Yes. I bought him in Meerut, trained him myself and ferried him all the way t» China. T loved him next to the Brit- ish Army, This was quite eatisfactory. There was genulno feeling in his voice now, Iris became even more interested, “Colonel Costobell fell ill, and the regiment’ devolved upon me, our only major being absent in the interior, The Colonel's wife un- happily chose that moment to flirt, people say, with Lond Ventnor. having learnt the advisability of mind- ing my own business, I remonstrated with her, thus making her my deadly enemy. “Lord Ventnor contrive’ an oMcial mission to a netghboring town and de- tailed me for the military charge. sent a junior officer, Then Mra. Costo- bell and he deliberately concocted a plot to ruin me-—he, for the sake of b's old animoaity—you remember that I had also crossed his path in Egypt whe because she feared I woull speak to her hushand. On pretense of seek- ing my advice, whe invelgled me at night Into a deserted corner of the Club grounds at Hong Kong. Lord Ventnor appeared, and as the upshot of their vile statements, which created an immeiiate uproar, I—well, Miss Deane, I nearly killed him." Tris vividly recalled tho anguich he betrayed when this topic was inadvert- ently broached one day early in their acqualatance. Now he was reciting his painful history with the alr of a man far more concerned to be scrupulous rate than aroused in his deepest passions by the memory of past wrongs. ‘What had happened in the interim to Vlunt these bygone sufferings Irs clasped her locket, She thought she remainder may be told tn a sen- he said. “Of what avail were my frenzie’ statements against the definite proofs adduced by Lord Vent- nor and his unfortunate ally? Even her husband believed her and became ‘ny bitter foe, Poor woman! I have it in my heart to pity her. Well, that ts all. Tam here!" “Can a man be ruined #0 easily?’ murmured the girl, her exquisite tact leading her to avoid any direct expres- sion of sympathy, Still Another “It seems so, Wut I have had my reward. If r I meet Mrs. Coatobell asain I will thank her for @ great sor- vice.” Ina suddenly became confused, Her brow and neck tingled with @ quick eccons of color. “Why do you my that?" amked; ami Jenks, who was rising, either did not hear, or pretended not to hear, the tremor in her tone. “Because you once told ma you would never marry Lord Ventnor, and after what I have told you now I am quite sure you will not.” “Ah, then you do trust me?" she al- moat whispered, He forced back the wonla trembling for utterance. He even strove weakly to assume an air of good-numored badinage, “See how you have tempted me from work, Miss Deane,” he cried. “We have gossiped here until the fire grew tired of our company. To bed, please, Iris caught him by the arm. “T will pray to-night and every night,” she said solemnly, “that your good me may eared in the eyes of all men as itis in mine. And 1am sure my Prayer will be answered.” She passed into her chamber, out her @ influence remained. In tila very soul the man thanked God for the tribe ulation which brought this woman his fe, He had traversed the w ness to fin Waat might he would many ” by tho knowledge that pmparahle rt he re! unchallenged, if only for the jour, Fatigue, anxlety, bitter recollection and preseat danger were overwhelined and forgotten in the nearness, the intangible presence of Iris He looked up to the starry vault, and, yielding to the spell, he, too, prayed. It was a beautiful night. After a baking hot Ung their stc Ant soutnwen ally #et in at 6 mosphere and Jenks could not settle down to rest for a Iittle while after Iria left him. She did not bring forth her lamp, and, un- willing to disturb her, he picked up a rosinous branch, lit it in the dying fire, and went Into the cave. He wanted to survey the work already done, and to determine whether it would be better to resume operations tn the morning from inside the excavation or trom the ledge, Owing to the dist. ay the rocks were radius ed-up heat, but the pleas- rt se . se } By Louis Tracy culty of constructing @ vertical upward shaft, and the danger of a sudden fall of heavy material, he decided in favor of the latter course, although it en- talled Hfting all the refuse out of the hole. To save time, therefore, he car- ried his mining tools Into the open, placed in position the cheval do frise Of saying that love is at all endeavor. Sophistry, or even philos- ophy and logic of any age or brand, will not Banish the divine inspiration Of love in this world. “Growth, attainment of the nodiest ideals, 1s denied to the married people, ‘who in their smug eelf-suMolency ex- perience no divine influence that would Urge them to progress within thelr own souls, Instead of being a ‘couple’ well done away with In #0 far as the world fs concerned, they would be making themscives bores in two places, instead Of boring each other remote from the reat of ui Mise Garden goes further to make the assertion, in @ personal way, that she would never marry an opera einger, even if it were to be the last “act of ‘Miss Garden belongs, no doubt, to the “female of the species” known as the ®enius, and afflicted with artistic tem- perament with all its accompanying tlle and thrills, Bo that, no doubt, it ie a NECHSSITY 4a} a f rn iy 5 sey iz veil yee i i Se iH rs 3 & 4 h SaEke ipa Hl ise: for her to etrike continually the high { pl spots as well as the high notes, But to us everyday mortals, who would be im preased by her attitude toward love and marriage, we must take her flights of fancy with @ grain of salt, and in- deed choose a safe and sane way rather than a continuous Fourth of July cele bration, Copyri iis, oy Prose Publied Little Agnes upon hearing the word “tranantiantic" ran to her mother to get the meaning of the word, Her mother said that “t tic” meant “across long since constructed for the defense| the Atlantic,” and the prefix “trans” al- of the entrance, and poured water over the remains of the fir ‘This waa his final c ach night be- fore stretching his weary limbs on hie couch of branches, caused delay tn the morning, but he neglected no pre- caution, and there was a possible chance of the Dyaks falling to discover the Eagle'a Nest tf they were persuaded by other indications that the island was de- serted. He entered the hut and was in the et of pulling off his boots when a dis- tant shot rang sharply through the alr, It wan Magnified tenfold by the intense silence, Vor # fow seconds that seemed to be minutes he Ustened, cherishing the quick thought that perhaps # tur: vandering far beyond accustomed Imi disturbed one of thi ear recognize? as the firing of muszie-loud- ers, @ounded the death knell of bie last be Dyaka had landed! Coming allently and mysteriously in the dead of night, they were themselves the victims of a stratagem they designed to employ. In. stead of taking the occupants of Rain- bow Island unawares they were startiod a! being dreeted by a ahot the ment ed. The alarmed savages ated by firing thelr nth. 1s point-blank at the trees, arntng enough to wake the CHAPTER XI. The Fight. funy dressed, was out tn have whimpered, “Yes,” was the cheery an- swer, for Jenks face to face with danger wan a very different man to Jenks wrestling with the tn- siduous attacks of Cupid, “Up the ladder! Be lively! They will not be here for half an hour #f they kick up such @ row at the first difoulty, still, will take no risks. Cast down those ro lines when you reach the top and Daul away when I say ‘Ready!’ You mil, Sod everything to band up there" w ways meant “across.” After a few mo- ments of atlence Alice burat out, “Dose ‘tranaparent’ mean ‘a cross parent? ” MORRIS TANBFSKY, No, 317 Gouth Ninth street, Brooklyn. Wishing one day to test a little fel- low's bravery, I said: “What would you do, Jimmy, if Casey called you # Mart") After thinking @ moment or two the little fellow replied: “Which Casey, the big one or the little one?” ALLAN C. PFEIFER. No, 503 Warren street, Newark, N. J. My friend has a little sister who is) nine years old and who attends the pub- le school, She !# in @ class where hyglene is one of the subjects, She had been studying about the altmentary canal, I noticed one evening that ane was looking at a map of North America and turning it every which way. I gatd: "Cun T help you any, Sybil?" and she anawered “Oh, pleaat, perhups you can fini the akmentary canal for me. I have looked: '} BRIGHT SAYINGS Of Evening World Children tng Oo. (The New Yor all through this map, and the only canal T can And te the Panama.” MIS8 NBTTIN KLEEN, Division avenue, Brosklys, My little niece came home from egheol rather late the other day. On her moth- her as to what kept her @ exclaimed: “Oh mother, a horse fell down and they eald they were going to send for a horse doctor. 4nd what do you think? It wasn't a heres doctor at all, It wae only a man.’ G. SCHNAKBNBERQ, No, 23 Kast Fifty-third street, No, 180 ‘This Mttle girl awakened her father from his first nap one summer aight complaining that a mosquito was Biting her, ‘The drowsy parent rather impa- tlently bade the child be quiet and go to sleep. There was silence for a brief Interv: Papa was dropping off to slumber again, when there was am ex- ultant outcry from the next room, “Oh, papa, I hit him and killed him!" “How do you know?” the father demanéed. “Cause I heard Mm fall” was the gleeful response. MRS. FE. L. LIVDERA, Seaford, L. 1, N. ¥. Ho held the bottom of the ladder to steady it for che girl's climb, Boon her 1, like a inessage from a star— Please Join me soon!” ‘The cutled-up ropes dropped along the face of the rock. Clothes, plok, hatchet, hummer, crowbars and other useful odds and ends were swung @way into the duricness, for Uie moon as yet did not ‘lumine the crag. ‘The sailor darted Into Kelle Vue Castle and kicked their leafy beta about the floor, ‘Then he come! she #lung alt the riftes, now five in number, over his shoulders, and mounted , the rope ladder, which, with the spare cords, he drew up and coiled with oare- ful method. “Ah,” he growled fiercely, “this 1s where the reality differs ¢rom the ro- mance, Our troutles are only tasine ning now." “They will end the sooner. For my part, Ihave utter faith in you. If tt be God's will, we will escape; and no man 1a more worthy than you to be Hla agen.” ‘The sailor knew so accurately the Position of his reliable sentinels that could follow each phase of the imagy inary conflict on the other side of the island. The first outbreak of @eaal- tory fining died away amidst « ehorus of protest from every feathered tahabi- tant of the isle, 90 Jenks assumed that the Dyaks had gathered again on the beach after riddiing the scarecrows with bullets or slashing them with theirden' which experts can fell a stout eapiiag at « single blow. A basty counch was bowh, Within @ few yerde they countered the invistite epring-gun. There was @ another @erce outbreak of ‘This was enough. Not « mam Move @ step nearer that abode dead. The next commotion erese 4, Be F§ & i