The evening world. Newspaper, September 5, 1913, Page 17

‘ ee , CONSARN THA SticK ¢ “The Tempera- mental Journey” Takes a New Angle BY CHARLES DARNTON ORE than welcome after the generally poor run of plays we've been having, ‘The Temperamental Journey” was not enly followed with interest at the Belasco Theatre last night, but it was watched more Glosely at every turn than any play produced in New York in many a night ‘There waa a special reason for this. Everybody in the audience familiar with Arnold Bennett's novel “Buried Alive.” or {te dramatization “The Great Adventure,” which is shortly to be produced here, was on the alert to detect any resemblance in “The Tempera- mental Journey” to Mr. Bennett's atory. This inevitable attitude was equiva- lent to @ challen; but it goon changed to one of undivided interest in Leo Ditriohstein'’s adaptation of a French comedy called “Pour Vivre Heureux,” which, the programme was careful to state, hed its production in Parle as long ago as Jan. 16, 1912. It is barely possible, of course, that the French authors read ‘Buried Alive” and perhaps found in it @ good idea for a play. While similarities are to be noted, the treat- ment of the idea tn this instance te so Gifferent from Mr. Hennett’e that “The ‘Temperamental Journey,” which takes @ new angie, is miles away from “The Great Adventure.” In these daye of sharp theatrical com- Petition it would seem merely that Belasco leads again. To gain that lead he may have moved a trifie faster than ia his wont, yet the production he of- fered certainly betrayed no signs of haste. The frst act setting, disclosing an Italian inn on Long Islang Bound, acteristic, What ® sur- prise to those of us who were out with to "The Great Adventure.” To was an artist as the chief character, but unlike the ehy genius portrayed by Bennett this painter was not only unknown Dut already married —not to @ good, simple soul who could make him comfortable, but to Delphine, @ former model whose vulgar, nagging spirit made him most uncomfortable. Bhe was quite enough to make any man Isabel Irving as Delphine. wish himself dead. But Jacques Dupont ‘wanted to get out of the world because it difn’t appreciate him, and #o we aw him at the end of the first act shedding his coat and heading for the beach. Bennett's whimetoal hero waa not at all suggested until Jacques got back te his New York atudio and discovered by watching from a window the splendid funeral in his honor that he hal become tremendously famous. He also watched from behind « curtain the consolation that his “widow” found in the arma of a “popular” painter, and he also listened to her and a picture dealer haggling over the prices of his canvases, As for ourselves, we might have been spared ““S’Matter, Pop?’’ & > CON SARN ce The Evening World Daily Magazine, Friday. Septem en ee! pee ° > + NY 3 bb BEATS <= A&A @000 ESS smiles confidently she places a tiny card in front of Love, the maker of marriages. He sits at his desk, upon which {is opened the huge book wherein is written the name of every Bob and Bess as soon they become men and women. Bess is sure of herself, for is she not pretty, rich, fashionable and a popular belle in “Vanity Fair?” Love will be complimented that she should come to him, and overjoyed that she fs, at last, ready to consider marriage. (But Love doos not seem really happy.) A dear friend of Lady Nicotine is comfortably seated. In the doorway 1s a Bessie clad in the “latest.” Behind her another chic, swagger Miss, And another. And behind the hill some more are laboriously wending their way in ankle-binding or too fragile skirts, All bound for Love's Mar- riage Bureau in search of a happy union. Lady Nicotine's friend, the Belle, the “Doll,” those that follow and have gone before glance at the “Wanted” sign and think: “Some withered old cove, probably, wants a wife!” For every girl is sure that every man of today wants ‘aport,” a “good the sight of the successor to his wife's affections going into her room to “help her reas.” This was not only tn questionable taste, but quite unnecessary, By thie time Jacques had explained to his good friend, Billy Shepherd, that fm jumping into the Sound he had quite forgotten he could swim. Then re- alising he had done a ridiculous thing he yelled for help, was ploked up by @ yacht and taken to Hallfax, And there he was, none the worse for his two weeks’ outing! This act was amus- ing, but it would have proved more antivening if we had no: been so fre- quently reminded that the body of tho man (dentified as Jacques was lyiite in Ge room below. At times the comedy was a bit jasome. Fate-Fame-Fortune wi tive order of the programme. found Jacques three yeare later in Shepherd's house, but he kept his fdentity a secret from all but his do- voted friends until Delahine—oh! oh! trotted in with her new husband, who was prospering by putting Jacqu name on his cheap daubs. the allitera- Fortune use the gridiron Instead of burning his victims at the stake, As an Anglo- Saxon, Jolin Tom wan copper-colored in spots. As an Indian, he was one of the whitest men I ever knew, As @ he was a gentleman on the first ballot. As a ward of the nation, he wis inighty hard to carry at the primaries, “John ‘Tom and me got together and began to make medicine—how to get up some lawful, genteel swindle which we might work in a quiet way #0 as not to excite the stupidity of the police or the upldity of the larger corporations. We close upon $500 between us, and we to make it grow, as all rexpect- apitalists do (Gopyright, 1911-1912, by Doubleday, Page & Co.) SAW @ light tn room Jott Peter's the Red Front I hastened toward d not known that was in town. He is a man of the Hadji breed, of @ hundred occupations, with a story to tell (when he will) of each o I found Jeff repacking his grip for run down to Florida to look at an orange grove for which he traded a month before his mining claim on the Yukon. He kicked me a chair, with the same old humorous, profound smile on his sea- soned countenance. It had been elght months since we had met, but his greet- a over Cherokee, ant fact developed that the a child by the hasty marria this was treated lightly ev For the good of the play thi have been ne ment Maria, the daughter alko Was there to give a happy endin 19 1 ves that ran. chastels through the a and Jacqies told her thar he wo wo back to France and Leo Ditrichstein as Jacques Dupont, wat for her unt) he was free In the course of iis skilful, finshed performance Leo Ditrichstein did his best werk when Marie ed Jacques from the depths to the helghta tn the firet net by tellin y that a stranger had hi Ned along and be one of his pletures for sa Hut he seon diseo that the girl was only giving him her ayimpathy but trying to give him her mo as well vis was not so strange as the fact that ehe left the pleture In hy room, where he joo! g through the window Mr. Ditrichstetn Was theatric tt hy could see only when he staggered toward the h too heavily, Mise Josephine Vietor gave a sympathetle performance as Marfa, but it was and all the time at the head of the tal as Delphine. Hut in handing her a bou- nore out of that floral tribute to Jacques Inabel Irving whe was first, last Ine procession. She wits ¢ might have several times that to the words “Rest in peace’ she had It would be advisable here to aveld the obvious. hest acting of his life as the friend of Jacques. Ho yuch too tearful In the second act, whlch became noth n to weep Is Gallle-and Billy Shepherd tsn't, Durand nt us the pleture dealer, and Lee Millar came into in a newspaper reporter who seemed to be dragged in for the sake of ment sre were two characters to remind us again of “Burled Alive.” pari bns may be made a bit unfair in discussing this play, Alhough ‘The Temperamental Journey” halts at times and han its draw- Racks, it is worth while, ° was excel Still com- ing WAS such AX Men pass from day to we te out @ proposition which day, Time is Je rvant, and the con to be reas a yold nine tinent is a big lot across which he cuts tis and as profitable aa a chureh } to his man. ds And inside of thirty days you For a while we skirmished along the find us ning into Kansas with a edges of unprofitable t eh culms palr of fluent hors & red camp- nated in that unquict problem of the ing wagon on the I an pien, Jolin Philippines. Toy is Chief Wixh-Heap-Douga, th “AN them tropical races,” said Jef, faniou» Indian medicine man and Sa could be run out better wit) their maritan Salem of the Seven Tribes. own jockeve up The trepieal oman Mr Peters isiness nianager and knows what he wants, All he wants ia halfowner We needed a third man, so & xeagon Heket to the cock-fehts and a we looked nd and found J. Conyns- imbers to go The ha Angion ec | pair of Western Union « }up the bread-fruit tree | | Saxon man wants hi Hinkly nn ota hax a disease the want Binkly e and wear susp HO and an abu on about a 29 nighte’ happiest fn his own way” run he Ne York stage, But he sew Hat le never ¢ man. { said, the butter to spread on his Wy watchword, ‘In time they will rise fo so he le willing to drap to the ord: our standard of civilization Look at baker's Kind, and oe gativfed with 4 Merit} an what education has done for the In- ehind the madicine ponies. ack round to Modis Was # Little boy? |wpun the t where tt was when ¢ 1 did not? ttlers, Kannan m of piel He Wis a graduate of one of them clothespins, a gold tod Rastern football colleges that have been Knighthood Was in Plowe eo successful in teaching the Indian to up in @ genuine Japanese Siterert cr iret rine 1013, by The Pree Publishing Co. (The New York Bvening World.) BAR RRR BARRA RR RRIS RADAR RADI BI ah JI VWAN TED ?| a OLB FASHIONAD g The Atavism of John Tom Little Bear dian.” Besides Michard Tl, he could do twen ‘-ho! @ang Jeff, lienting his pine ty coon songs and pecka iwhich Waa 4 good Bien) Yea, the tes. was Willing to cook, and curry Indian! I'm lookin’. 1 hasten to cons the tiurses. We carried a fine lina of template the redman as excuses for taking money. One Was @ bearer of progress. He's the magi’ soap for removing er the other brown bova, Y« and “uartera: fr lo ON an Anglo-Saxon of him. Int | Sinn wi the great Indian Ie you about the time my f CO from a prairie herb revealed by |Tom Little Bear bit ¢ the arott Spiritin a dream to his favor \the arte of culture and wlication and eo men, the great Chiefa Mr & frivolous rs John Tom Little Rear was an edu that had une 4 ex reduced ol Cherokee Indian and an old friend to 4 decimal fraction, Look ye! A pair of mine when I was in the Territories. of silk garters, a dream one dozen all wrapped lkaring ANS ANNES Begs we ES ve BS TON THARN- bd o° n in fellow,” @ gay wife and not an oldfashioned gray grub. But ft fs not an old cove at all who wants an old-fashioned wife. Almost every one of the dandy Bobs that you know wishes for a wife like his own ‘dear mother. One who knows equally well how to enjoy a brilliant dance and a sweet, fireside chat at home. Hoe gives not a thought to the social butterfly who he knows is perfectly miserable if she is not continually “on the go” and garbed in the very latest startler that fashion has invented. It hurts Bob to see a rtler” dress on the Bess he loves or to see her endanger modesty for the sake of a transient fashion. So do not be deceived when you who are just growing into young womanhood visit Love's Marriage Bureau and behold the generally misunderstood placard Inter- tri framing Love's golden head. The old-fashioned girl is not a grub. preted correctly, the sign says this: “Wanted—A sweet, stylish girl; a gay, gentle girl.” It is indorsed by every man worth while. And if you are wise you will ke yourself meet the requisites of the good old-fashioned girl. ELEANOR SCHORER. tell By 0. Henry ‘Dare to burn me at the stake and the Paleface will sweep you from tne Drairies—4ikn everything. Now, you ionme #0, oF I'll teli mamma.’ “John Tom plants the kid on @ camp- stool, and sits down by him the big chief,’ he says, ‘why you try to| gn! shoot pelleta into your Uncle John's system. Don't you know it was toaded” ‘ you a Indian?” aske the kid. at Joba ong! athera, ‘I yn John Tom. ‘Well, then, that's why,’ anewers the boy, swinging his chief an@ handed to the hand- some lady by Mr. P for the trivial sum of & cents, while Prof, Binkly en- tertains us in @ three-minute round with the banjo. Twas an eminent graft we had. @ ravaged peacefully through the determined to remove all doubt a why ‘twas called bleeding Kan- sas. John Tom Little Bear, in full In- dian chief's costume, drew crowds from the parches! soclables and go ernmem ownership _—_conversastone: While at the foothall college in the ‘Now, tell] “ y y Vm ESO _ - ee es anannccani ber 8, talk to her. Finally, I made a casual suggestion about their moves. celved in @ friendly manner I said something else, and we talked for about two hours, pared to bid them an eternal farewell. ure, but talking without visit them, & jenlous gleam in Ed's eyea which threateningly advised me to “butt out.” usual invitations to the theatres, dances and parties and offerings of fio candy and books. her when I firet saw her enter the train at Baltimore. Loveriike, I ewept all obstacies aside even such a little consideration as aix-feet-two of Ed. a bet. forth be given a clear field by his rival. the dance, according to arrangement, I called for Katharine at about and was toki by her maid that she had gone to dance with Mr. Edward B. pursued them in the waiting taxi. him to take me for you. you told him you had sent me flowers, so he did not send any himself.” arine to the dance, no matt: a oe began Sadie Grase- “Why, why, I do not know how to and yet I can't describe it to you," said ‘Mra. Grasshopper. Mrs, Katydia.” fo Sadie Grasshopper went over to Mra, Katydid's house and knocked aoftly. Utely. worry is. Can you tell me?” Why don't you ask the wise old owl?" replied Mrs, Katrdid. “By the way, have you seen my little bey Willie? J am so afraié he hee fallen inte the river!” 1918 By C. M. Payne My Hunt for a Wife 4 New York Bachelor's “Quest of the Golden Gei.’” By Victor J. Wilson. Copyrignt, 1913, by The Prem Puolish ing Co, (The New York Evening World) 14—THE GIRL I MET ON THE TRAIN. BOARDED the Pullman at Washington and became lost tn ight Uterature until we reached Baltimore. Here I dropped the love #' 1 1 was reading and looked for Low- comers. To my masculine satisfaction @ “corker* and her chaperon sat down in the chairs oppoaite mine. The girl was so charming that I was seized with an Irreslatible desire to But an hour passed before I gathered courage to say a word, hough I showed my Interest in the game of Canfleld they were playing. And as thie wae re- ‘Thetr convernation was bright d entertaining and far too impersonal, for I fatled to learn even thelr names. An Wo pulled into Jersey City I helped them with their bags and was pre- ‘To my surprise and unconcealed pleas- Ag we atepped off the train who should be waiting there to meet them my classmate, Edward B.! Kd greeted hie friends. And before he could speak @ word to me I en- : “Please present me to these charming ladies to whom I have been introduction.” Katharine Rand was the girl ame. Her chaperon cordially invited me to If 1 had not been so absorbed in Katharine I might have noticed After a few days I proceeded to rush Katharine eystematically with the I flattered myself that ehe came up to all I had thought Then, when Ed and I became too much in each other's way we decided on ‘The one who should take Katharine to @ certain dance should hence- As luck would have it, I wae given an earlier opportunity to invite Kath- Ine, who accepted with alacrity. How sorry I felt for poor Ed! The aight of aelock Here was treason on the part of Ed, and, determined to investigate, I Aa I entered the ballroom they were lost a dreamy walts. When the .nusic stopped and they came out of their trance, seeing me, Ed bduret into fiendish laughter. Katharine came toward me with @ mingled expression of surprise and pleasure which I thought waa feigned. Im her gentle, sweet way: she sald: “Why, Vic, Tam alad you ere feeling better.” “I'm not fll!" I ented. “Who told you that?’ “Why, Ed. came for me and said you too Ill to go to-night wanted ‘Thank you for these beautiful orchids, Ed sald 1 qot out of that place as fast as I could, for if I had twoked at Ed's jumphant face another moment thi would have been murder in high Ife, “All'a fair in tove and wi Nobody could deny that Ed had taken Kath- if he used ulgair means, 1 gave up like a h Jungle Tales for Children —By Farmer Smith—— Copyright, 1018, by The Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), “No,” sald Badie, as she went out of the door in search of the wise olf ewi. It was moonlight and @adie found the owl sitting on the limb ef @ tree. “Please, Mr. Owl, wi! you tell me what worry is?” asked Sadie, “Worry? asked the wise old “Whom have you asked?” “I asked my mother and ehe couldn't tell me. Then I asked Mrs, Katydid and she didn't know,” sald Sadie. “She told me to ask yo “Did she say anything else?’ asked the ow! hopper one evening, ‘what ts worry?” N you, my dear. I know what it 1s “Suppose you ask a. ‘Come tn,” eaid Katydid. "Good evening,” sald Badie, very po- ‘Mother says you know what “Worry? Worry? Wh: 114, I do not know : was afraid ber Willie Aad fatten in the river.” ‘That te worry,” eald the wise ol@ owl, Diinking quickly, “What is worry? asked Gadie as he flow away to another ¢ree. Kast he had acquired quantities of feet, I nearly let the eteak burn wateh- rhetoric and the art of calisthenics ing the nerve of that youngeter, He holds out hie hand to John Tom, the They called me Roy, the Red Wolf. and sophistry in his classes, and when —"‘O-ho!" anya, John Tom, "I gee, lttle rascal, ‘Please excuse me, sir,’ I guess that'll do for'e name. Gimme he stood up in the red waxon and @xX- You're the Hoy Avenger. And you've @478 he, ‘for shooting at you. I hope Plained to the farmers, eloquent, about it chilblaing and hyperaexthesia of the cranium, Jeff couldn't hand out the In- in remedy fast enough for ‘em. ne night was camped on the edge of a little town out west of Sa lina. We alwayn camped « stream aworn to rid the contt ago redman, it, aon? “The kid halfway nodded hi And then he looked glum." cent to wring hia seoret from his bosom before a alngle brave had fallen before nt of the eav In that about the way of wit and put up a little tent ometimes We hin parlor rifle. Angers the fringe and the oagte feathers sold out of the Remedy wnexpected, —“ ‘Now, tell um where your wigwam 4nd fe full of the joy which the white and then Chnef Wish-leap-Dough 4, pappoose, anys John Tom-—twhere Man knows when he dangies his heels would have a dream in which the van live? Your mamma will be worry, @@ainat an inferior race, It ts plain that Manitou commanded tira to Ml up & ing about you being out @o late. Tell [ttle Bear and that kid are chums from few bottles of Sum-wah-tah at the moat me and Ul take you home! that on, The little renegade hee already convenient — place. was about 19) The kid rin: ' moked the pipe of peace with the eav- o'clock, and we'd just yot in from @ gaya live th Age; and you can gee in his eye that he street performance. [ was tn the tent of milew over th ts figuring on @ tomahawk and @ pair with te lantern, figuring up the day's hand toward the 'T come on of moncssing, children's sive Profits, John Tom hadn't taken off the train,’ he saya, ‘by myself, IT got “We have supper in the tent. The his Indian make-up and the campfire making a fin yo aiteln, 4 off here hecause the conductor sald my rloin teket had ex-pirated.’ He looks at more careful. Indian tn his war Gress, his rifle must epeak.’ , ewings the kid ten feet high and sete him on hie shoulder, and the runaway fessor ae ordinary breves, only in- didn't hurt you. But you ought to be en & Goout sees @ Little Bear give « big laugh th a whoop at the end of it, and ungeter looks upon me ang the Pro- in the pan for che Professo- till he fin- John Tom with audden suspicion, ‘I tended es @ background to the camp ished hin hair-raising scene with the het vou ain't a Indian, he says, "You gcene. When he is seated on @ box of ENO Danes: ouclar the anh Son't talk kee tadien, | ow loge line folate aa ie and xt r on once ou ie dark bu: one, but all a Indian ean fe “hy le in eo! ja enow : comes n pop Mike a firecracker a” pint! Wn “Ratetuee Alec Ray, Ther full of Deofateak, Lattio Bear calle for Means.’ John Tom was for ,utting John ‘Tom gives a grunt and “ks out oy are one af them make belleve In- Mi® name. ‘Roy, eaye the kid, with a Our brand on him and dressing up of hia bosom a little bullet that haw Alene that eal! fotne on the atr irloiny wound to it But wh@n the like @ little chief, with wampum and dented {taelf againat his collarbone, | aaw one onee {n Quiney! reat of !t and hie post-office address Desde, but I vetoes it. ‘Somebody's John Ton makes @ dive in the direction of the fireworks and comes back drag: nd! says John Tom, car sen or a Tam- 1 never ‘whether Tm a by the roa Kid About O1N6 Hany eartoon ‘The question before the n years tna council is what's to be done with you sult, with @ le _nickelsmounted You've run away from home, You've ty his hand about ag ole as a fountain nN reading Howells, You've disgraced pen the profession of bev avengers by try Here, you pappoone,’ says Jonn Tom, me Indian, and never Ing to whoot a ‘what are you gunning for with thal gaying: “Die, dow of a redskin! You bowler? inteht hit komenody inthe have crossed the path of the Boy eye, Come out, Jeff, and mind the Avenger nineteen times too often.” steak, Don't let it burn, while [inves Phe kid thought for a minute, ‘T tigate this demon with the pea shooter.’ guess I made a mistake.” he says, ‘I “Cowardly redykin,’ the kid ke ought to have gone farther Weat. They he was Quoting from @ favorite author, Ging ‘em wild out there is the canyons. T can't get o look at his visiting card.’ (To Be Continued) “Fear,” exclaimed the wise olf ew! «