The evening world. Newspaper, May 19, 1913, Page 14

RSTABLASHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. Peet Dally Breept Suntay by the Frese Pudiiching Company, Hoa, 08 to IS THE GOSPEL STILL PREACHED? bratal tyranny of Boston Unitarians” gets o herd) we ewat from the Rev. John Haynes Holmes, himeelf « Unitarian of sorts, and pastor of the Church of the Messiah im this city. Tt appears that the trustees of Boston’s most famous Unitarian @earch caw fit to decline to allow Miss Ines Milholland and Mrs. Rose Pastor Stokes to lift thelr veices from its pulpit on the Sabbath Day of cocaliom and woman's oaffrage. As one of the trustecs mildly pet tt: “The discussion of the proposed programme led us to decide that i wes much better culted te a secular platform than to i ' ' { t ¢ faving duly aired our. civic pride, let's get beck to the urgent besiness of Justifying i. —_—_—— THE HABIT GROWS APACE. JHE “big clean-up” hes had the much-to-be-hoped-for result. ] The city is bethinking iteelf how much better and easier it be to keep clean as it goes along. From Monday to twenty thousand mere loads of rubbish were haulod Gays a year ago. It was o pro- a s im the came predicament again. from day to dey all the rubbish their blissful contemplation dvie pertections. They have actually found something to improve. in English, Yiddish and Italian warned visitors not to break tho ner throw papers and refuse police watched for offenders. i ; —<——-+-___. PLAYS AND PLAYGOERS. HE review of the theatre sesson published in The World yesterday makes an interesting study of what the reviewer is forced to pronounce an “off” stage year. The older play- wrights rested on their care. The younger playwrights did nothing particularly good. Musical comedy, with one or two exceptions, a to another. Revivals mainly saved day. Yet, in spite of the poor qualfty of the eeason’s plays, the qmentity has been Forty-four first-class theatres have provid.d New York with 191 stage events, of which 105 wore entirely new plays and‘ twenty-eight were new musical comedies. As the cession before the public. A new theatre im New York to-day is eftener than not a “flyer” in real estate—neither more nor lees. Can it be this surfeit of plays, this reckless and random theatre- the manners of New York audiences? The ocking increase of giggling theatre parties and audible tones during the performance. When coats of a row a word of regret Ts : a a ee ee ee ne ee net The Evening World Daily Magazine, Monday, May | @dout it! Oh, to think that f should! 19, 19135 nN The Day of Rest ae #4 By Maurice Ketten JACKS ARE INYITT Sere bey Wein Weng 7 HOUSE .NOTHING Ta DO iFamous Novels | By Albert Payson Terhune | Cupyright, 1913, by Tee Prem Pubtun ing Oo. (The New York Evening World) No. 44—THE LIGHT THAT FAILED, by Rudyard Kipling. ICK HELDOR’S boyhood had been loveless and lonely, brightened only by the friendship of Maisie, a strange, motherless little girl who lived at his guardian's. When they parted he and Maisie exchanged vows of deathless love, in an awkward, childish way. And they did not see or hear of each other again for ten years. Dick went to Paris to study art and eventually drifted to the Bast, where the first Soudanese war was waging There he obtained work as a war artist and became the chum of Gilbert Torpenhow, a newspaper cor~ respondent During a fight in the desert Dick was slashed over the head by @ native’s sword—a cut destined one day to change his whole life. Going back to England, after the war, Dick could find no employment. He lived for a month on twelve dollars and a half, sleeping in » garret and feeding once a day on sausage and potatoes. all at once he “woke to Ond himself famous.” His war pictures were the sensation of the hour, Everything he painted was bought at top prices. From poverty he found Aimeelf on the high road to wealth. One day, in the street, Dick came face to face with Maisie, Instantiy oll the old time love for the girl rushed back to his heart. But ft speedity became plain that Maisie could look on him |] Akeove That | oniy as @ friend She, too, was a painter; ambitious, im |] Was Wasted. | gustrious, but almost wholly without talent She was ag ——=—=—=—=—=—/ much of a failure as Dick was a success, and she was top obstinate te take his advice along lines that would have improved her werk Maisie was deaf to all Dick's pleag for lov. She was fond of him as @ ehildhood frien@, but she could not care for him in the way he wanted. AS last she went to France for the summer, leaving him desolate and blue Dick an@ Torpenhow shared a floor of @ London house, and thither one day | wae brought a street-girl, Bessie by name, whom Torpenhow had found at the | door fainting from hunger. Dick, out of charity, hired Bessie as a model From j the first she disliked him—who was all kindness to her. And she adored Tor | penhow—who would scarcely waste a word on her. At last Torpenhow’s vanity was touched by Bensie’s devotion and Dick \ |interposed just in time to save his chum from so degrading an entanglement. For this interference Bessie's dislike for the painter changed to petty hatred and she vowed to “get even.” Meanwhile, from bard and incessant work, Dick's eyes began to bother him. He went at last to an oculist, who told him bluntly that the swordcut on head had injured the optic nerve and that he was going helplessly blind. bore bravely this sentence of living death—the smashing of his wonderful art career at its very outset, . He resolved, before the end should come, to paint one immortal picture. fe get feverishly to work on it, keeping up his strength of eyesight by heavy drink. ing. And the day his eyes gave out the picture was finished, He realized it was his masterpiece, the last wonder flash of darkening genius, Bessie, to pay off the old score against him, secretly destroyed the picture, Blind, Dick could not know. And no one had the heart to tell him. Al Torpenhow hurried to France, told Maisie about Dick's blindness and ine, duced her to come back to England to see him. The girl, touched by pity, thought she could perhaps love Dick now, but at sight of him she realized ahe could not. And back she went to France, leaving him forever, | Another Soudanese war was beginning. Torpenhow, supposing Dick was well provided for by Maiste’s compan. fonship, went thither as a war correspondent Dick, tet, alone in London—friendless, bilnd, helpless and hopeless— could at last stand the horror of his position no longer. He had a craving to be in the heart of this new war. And to the East he made his way, With infinite difficulty and hardship he got to the front He rode into the camp where Torpenhow was quartered just as the Soudanese were attacking it. A native rifle bullet crashed through his akull and he rolled over, dead, at Torpenhow’s fect. (Note This te the 1 forms ion, whereia Malsie’s oy tore OO OOOL BOOT i JUST HAD 4 MESSAGE FROM Nas, picrune She uees he “The ‘That Patied. iptt ewcond ter: Bre tae ‘Sarria oe ‘tind ee bas HE lady of the } cn ber fase “Bridget,” dhe eaid to @® wily Mr. Jarr Chances to Be Guiltless, 9 svso=" ry “Why, ties your right!" reassured the but It Isn’t Going to Occur Again)"; = y oven "A for it | made Nn ‘aia all your time in the company ef euch |time I have the motorboat was| “He paid two hundred dollars for » persons!” when you and the children walked and got stung,” sald Mr. Jerr, ne Pian Denier, Mr, Jarr batted his eyes in surprise. | 4own to the river side with me—"' Wi Dette _ FORTS Getty, Fon Bey Since Gus had bought the Taso hig} “I never went ne je man! I never -~ Jarr went on sarcastically, ‘but Fame of cate on the corner knew him no more, | looked at his yacht, @ yacht wrung Pas sched to think I'd eWer see UIs BROWNLOW His whole time was spent in from the hard-earned money of widows | the day. i L be described working over the engine, turning and orphans—" ; i ‘When Gus would gt it meiner ine Ie the Coy start, “But, my Gear,” sald Mr. Jarr, “I| “Well, from wives and children of |venged. His whole er is doomed. | fieance sed tame, been Every day he will to that boat | 12 © Southers chy sad haven't with Gus at all, The onty | his victims,” sald Mrs. Jarr. rey ay es Hg Mic a, | that le articles wore Coreg Now Yerk tresing Weekes except just toward nightfall when it] gor re —_— toa and if it isn't too] After he hed felt fer 66 ELL, you ride in Clara Mud- ) to go because he| of uplifting bemasity ridge-Smith’s town car,” whistle. cup to Bim and tell him p sald Mr. Jarr in self-defense, “Already he bas bought curhicns. an- | thisher and excellent for Mrs. Jarr was keeping up the Anti- \ — chors, new batteries, new tiller chains, esl rrasenboe' a Cate crane co new carburetor, new piston rings, life ba’ ast a lady. She does : Preservers, gasoline, ol!"— vend mait, vinous and spirituous lie A prey itt Wr) | serves ‘him right for wringing a|f ERC wore!” replied Mrs, Jarr. “And then, i A yacht from the toll of ble victims! J tes, by is te wits. $f re sreeerer DH IAP cI | suppose, now that your friend bas @ an am nice to her js ON account f P. of you and the children! But te think 1 ea) | Parse never ae row 0t bamoee that a day should ever come that you “But only to quarrel with me and whould prefer to go cruf with all find fault; simply because I suggest that forte of people on the palatial yacht a man in your position, @ man with @ of a man who runs a saloon!* family, a man holding a responsible situ- He y run a saloon,” explained Mr. associate with Guess Jarr, “but he can't ation, should not late with 5 run a palatial yacht, and " 4 that sort of people. ft you uding to hie twent: eee eee we martes second motorbont, ‘The Floating ERY one 798 Bes BeNoRe Dedt,’ as a palatial yacht. Thi foot palatial gasoline yacht won't run. Gue hasn't got ff out of it since he bought It, and broken his heart ant almost broken his back and halt broken his pocketbook"— : “I don't sympathise with him one bit’ interrupted Mrs, Jerr. “T onty | hope he'll break hin saloon while xe's| Club?” “I guese it's because I haven't the price, and also because I'm not ® Har- verd man,” replied Mr. Jarr. “And why arén't you a Harvard men? Because you prefer Gus's to the Har- vard Club! And It has the most beaut!- ful dining room in New York, I am told.” “I don't eee what you're kicking about, Really 1 don't,” expostulated Mr. Jerr. “If Gus hes motorboat that keeps him out of his place, and Furtation te Nike flying an aeroplane—half the fascination Hes im the |it 1 should ride in bis mot eal sol danger and the of! urself. would keep me out of his ether RAN nein’ 9 reckeg fer peer “I'm sorry if you feel eo badly about keeping out of his place, Go there TMe te the time of the year when a man stope dragging adowt Ate in esas wy naid Mra deer, “mechanical genius” and degine babbling about “brain-fag” whenever hie “But, poe Ae cried Mr. Jarr. “Be- wife's eyes wander toward the curtains waiting to be taken down ané the Que got the motorboat I was in Ay screens waiting to be put up. place ich more than I have been since he did get it” Ooprright, 1018, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New Yort Evening World.) 7 HERE'S G strange little god with a strange little way, Who sports with ue mortals for pastime, And makes us BELIEVE every time we're in love That “THIS te the firet—and the last time!” There's a strange little fairy tale every man tells When he's feeling romantic or lonely, And it docen't begin, dear, with “Once on a time"— But with “You are the one and the only!” h slightly full at the shoulders and oan be gathered into ever me the day when you would spend His Only Reason. te made ef crepe de chine with the collar and over Portions of the oufts of silk in @ darker used to be in order. Fow thonghtless or discourtenns into so-called first-class theatres. 2 good morals, Their man- 7 hundreds ef thou- cards handled in he would not ehould receive O CLERK, at the most matter of se at you are not in hie piace all the time!” whimpered Mrs, Jarre, “I will not stand in your way. 1 will say no more Go to Gus'e place and desert me and my children ig you will, but never let me hear you epeak of thie persen again, nor of his place, ner of hie yacht, ner of his associates ef whom you are so fond.” “Great Goott!” cried Mr. Jarr. ‘Tm Any woman who admires the calm sclf-cesurance, the nocturnal roving pro: |net going in the motorboat, and Tm cntay hats ans nanloons comfortioving alien of the cat connet|™.£0"han pa wy tat | hw 7 bi from your friends and from this sud- Gen erase for yachting!" sobbed Mrs. When Rusdands and wives want to reprove one another in publo they | Jarr, com make “Dear!” sound just Ube “Devil!” ‘Endeed 1 will notr erie Mr, Jere. _ And on this solemn promise Mrs, Jarr Premature Burlat—The ingenious modern fashion of announcing your |¥t Bim her and go out to Gus'e In choosing @ Wfemate tt 42 40 difficult to find Just that happy medium | "7 om sorry, Wt. le detween a lump of protoplaem that etarves out your soul and a bundle of temperament that weare out your nerves. i Don't fancy that 6 man ts in love with you simply because Re rune after you, Walt untti he gets 20 panicetricken that he trice to run away from you, ord yeide yard tt techee oh It te a fattactous notion that @ “man Rater” ts wewally fond of cate. pattern Ne: Tora * fa cut in sizes from % to 42 inches buss iresnure. 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