The evening world. Newspaper, October 28, 1913, Page 19

YADS LITTLE AND HE Augustus Thomas Criterion Theatre last night. Charles Frohman’s evident faith in Mites Martha Hedman, who w Miss Hedman shone out through the ¢ but the four acts as a @haded question mark, tr y York, and theor' No one in part of the third ular, 60 far ag we We The murderous son the tearful Buised in sailor uniform. Martha Hedman as Catherine. John Mason as Frank Whitney. ventionally unhappy as the mother. old friend. But it was all stiff and “'s eummer of his playwriting career, LY time, of course, can tell t O Hall, that opened yenterday a! Joe Weber in a box. The time to mearly fou hours, the cobwebdbed theatrical district. beautiful moths in white tights, upon the strands, or rather ropes, of and considerable skill. that she Is {8 as stron®as she ts clev out saying, was amusing in a maie- putting his best foot forward he had his familiar humor. bilities of the cabaret by tossing dis to be filled soon reduced {tnelf to A by heart, And most of them were so started a new career with a knife. But 1 will tell you that the worst Alhambra in London, from Hizet’s opera-—as old as the fir at the Alhambra, but nothing quite » fo much pantomime stolen from tie So much for Tortajad tried to sing. . —_—— OP THis MISTER / | WANTS TO Give) OUR BABY | a e ¢ once SvER | “Indian Summer, With John Mason, a Disappointment. EY CHARLES DARNTON. ET the dead leaves bury their dead! I ‘Indian Summer,” the seasonable, though by no means glowing, play by that fell ke & sad disappointment upon us at the Wke @ stray star in a murky sky, those eyes gave way to tears that were the one real we Just what Mr. Thom reduce Itself to art as ft ts practiced on Long Island, salad ag it is eaten tn {es as they are discussed everywhere, until an ilexitimate son of | Up to this crashing moment the pict was @ mere matter of words that meant nothing in particular. a5 an artist's model came through that ekylight as a blessing. Unfortunately, this lif-saver—in his relation to the audience-<lled In his desperate attempt to save the play, which by this time had play as the boy who had been born under a cloud, and Amella Gardner was con- There can be no doubt that Mr, Thomae ig talking too much in the Indlan Little Noveity at Music Hall. Mado Minty I hesitate to sneak of the other numbers, though Sam Bernard, {t goes with- The Agoust xymnaste and jugglets realized the pot muatc hall atmosphere with which the Forty-fourth street place ts supporet This amounted to noyhing mor AH UM- +} You Got Boy ” This is the charital thing to ray of Mr, Thomas seemed no less beutiful than Occasionally Personality, and once er of the performance, night into a heavily shad to say In his play) seemed to old, eray eyes of h served to turn ti ¥@ concerned, dropped through the skylight | woman who had outgrown her proportions | blessing dis- thrown up its “arti hands and dropped down to melodrama. It then developed that he was the brother of the heroine, and that the hero was | far removed from being a father, though he confessed to the age of forty-five. John Mason lived up to more than the years for him, and was ora- torical in echoing the thoughts that | had occurred to Mr. Thomas. He could | do nothing more, poor man, than light | hia pipe and talk himself out in the | role of the artist whose Indtan summer | of life was springtime to the girl who had refreshed his interest in life. You | know how this sort of thing always | works out in tie last act, But you | do not know, perhaps, that Miss Hed- | man can make much of little. This is | what phe did Inst night, beautifully and | serenely, Her accent oarried its own excuse, and her fine wense of whi not really dramatic, nor even p! brought her close to her audience. even in her sorrow she was a solace to the eye. It was only when the pin carried her back to "Tne Attac! y making her “propose” to the artist that she was placed at a disadvantage. Creighton Hale brought life into the Walter Hale tatked to Mr. Mason like an taxey and unapeakably tedious. he fate of the Forty-fourth Street Music fternoon with Lew Fields in charge and spent on this doubtful occasion amounted ; In the slow course of events there was only one real novelty, and that was| he supposed to ‘active young woman from Paris—in short, Mado Minty—who obligingly and interestingly turned herself into the most attracttv Ghe put herself out to spurning pider ever seen in ther in more or leas the swatted fly, and performed her private parlor with cordial hospitality needn't enter the Julep class to prove er over act of "All for the Ladies.” But In nothing but the tango to give variety tc 1 hes and chairs tn the alr, but the London merican vaudeville “acts” 'that you know long that the stage manager should have T won't tire you by talking about them. of tt was the rmen” ballet, from the than pantomimie scenes rst cigarette, I've seen a,very bad ballet o bad as this “Carmen” flezle, It's simply opera, Tortajada tried to dance and she int Betty Vince As to Hi Advice to Lovers HY should a girl expect a proposal from every man ent’s Intentions. The Evening eek }1 6HouD| | > Son eee et Lh ie parted pad | Comvrght 1913, by The Drew Publishing Co. (The New York Sweming Worll.) EMMETT RET: World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, October /\ a Ti a ae ) ~ AvE/ Wd HSL Donz) 7 ) A i HE MEANG \ iT / Leyactry J |Get A | ONCE OVER { He wan 5 | \See iT 9 (WInDow . uw F —J | 4 ToLooWw / — CWorry 9 > , ICLEANER| Wa\) SS we Nc (Vs) dehee Lamp] Coal!” wm yf S -—~— Og — jf } SN ce) 1 WANT” Peis You To KEEP MouR EXE ON, my BALL, FOR ME AS 4 CANT You WAIT HERE OLD _MAN , WHILE 1GovP AND MAKE MY RIGHTo — {LUT WATCH \T FOR You: Mow! KEEP AN FYE GLUED To THE SPOT WHERE: (T LANDS Now Notice WHERE ty BALL LANDS AND REMEMBER THE seot ! wit, ys oi upin ies Adventures of i By Maurice Leblanc The Confessions of Arsene The Thief Genias, (Copyright, 1913, by Doubleday, Pare & Co —* On the other h the doctor wilt that hay thing it him in the chost]qwith winds and waters’ plentifully BYNOPSIA UF PRECEDING CHATTERS. od enough to tell M. Darcleux and lowed, You will then 5 sound of @ report, uttered a einered lar the DAak | pe Luvin him to understand, with every poss walls of the property, keepit and cane erashing owe pene bed do Mauer. sible precaution, that this Journey Ia es- left till you come to the from branch to branch, ke a corpee ‘Mid fishes of human hates- Burt, qe sential to your safety. Besides, he can the kitchen garden. Here ix tho key. Meauwi Sure, ‘ts Yeats! The chain a join you as soon as his strength p “When the church clock strikes 1, ing Arsene the * mits, ¢ © © Us settled, open the door very gently wud walk clunbed the of the fifth window . ory tol Arpols. tha thie ? ex," sho sald, abeolutel Fight up to the tertace it the sack of util groped hin Way to. the firt floor, [fF %04 come m rome w wtory (old In breesy Haine Jeauue Darcienx hs Lupin's gentle ‘and imperious volee. the house. The Mfth window Ix badly On teaching Jeunte’s room he tapped |. M@arontente earned in) a rounder Wah, ‘Her taucly thet “In that cage," he said, “be aa quick fastened. You have only te « Nahtly three times at the door and, im-| With Impreasioniatic flash, dlclan, be discovers certain detalla of the case that a# you can and do not stir from your the balcony. As soon ax you ar ing, pushed the bolt. | And a Latin Quarter dash, fend him ba back to varie ata lime when poom,'* Mile bom x's room bolt once hi wd to} And polemical advice that tenants ‘be in the chstenty “But. sald the @irl, with a shudster, and don't budge. You quite und not he ehouldn't pay their rent bi T to atay alone to-nigh'? don't budge, either of vou, CHAPTER VI. ear nothing. Should there be the happena —f have notioad (Continued,) least danger the doctor and I wii! come Darcloux leaven her dressing-room win- Is the window open in . back. Do not open your door unless you ie’ 4 ajar, Isn't that so?" room?" had. Death. hear three very light taps.” “Yes, ite @ habit which I taught 'Yes--would you i Jt si lowed by th Jeanne at once rang tor her maid. her “No, leave tt as They E set out again hurriedly at © he doctor went to M. Darcieux, whily ‘That's the way they'N come.” coming.” By Mrs. G diflicuity in saying itself through ite dislocated verifications and popularized It may have been somewhat dasing to bridge over the chasm between two eras #o widely different, but in th Iyrie serenity wherein the poet Aldrich dwelt he wae little disturbed by tl thouxh he aptly sux | keated that in such & Ume “perhaps ai- lenee ia the beat poem for a man who | reapects his art.” Mr. Aldrich was one of the spasmodic and inspirational weitera who wait for he xpirit to move them before their pen seeks paper. “The things that come to us on tho winge of the air are inspirations,” he suid, “while thone we dig out of the ptha by main force are mere human products, necesaurily of inferior quality | Why not maintain a quietly peceptive condition and let the wandering ideas | find a home in our minds?” | “What if the wandering ideas stray jomewhere else? | “Ideas are like people; they always co to congenial places. Were you ever by host ideas?” uld think it would be in- I never even saw @ ghost of teresting. any kind” “1 lyed once in a boautiful home where one of the loveliest poetic souls that ever glorified the world had dwelt with the delightful Uttle family group je away for thoughts that They had 4 had left the | time, but \lived there with them hidden im the walls and alcoves, among the vines that The Celtic Muse. HN you read @ poem telling of W an anclent Celtic sage, And the fairies gambol round Some elf-haunted bit of ground, ‘The chances are fairly sure ‘Tis George Moore. 4y crossed the thresh room, | o'clock, and never, perhaps, Lupin had some supper drought to him = “And you?" “They are coming’ apluttered Jeanne, Ant the adversary stopped. | Of that as he told me subsequently, in the little dinink-room, “That's the way 1 ahall come a! In affright, t way from the bed, motlonless, H did he risk his life with “That's done,” sald the doctor, retum- "And do you know who the vi “Yeu, beyond a doubt. Atoms away from the bed, motionteas, greater temerity than in his ing to him in twenty minutes’ time, "M. Lupin hesitated and then rey “Hut who? Do you auapect any oner unieciiel perhaps, eeeking to plerce breakneck ride, at a mad rate of speed, Darcleux did not rateo any @reat 4IM- “No, T don't know. And that fs "I don't know who 1 wet that upon o's hand, te pity and clammy, on a fogay December evening, with the culty. Asa matter of fact, he himaelf just how we shall find out Rut, 1 tm: me one Ridden in the house ee see ia the Ganior's great : Heht of bis }; h Cy ne thinks it just as well that we @hould plore you, keep co Not a w not ; NL al be fe ight of his lamp hardly able to pierce thinks it Mla at & movement, whatever happen: trinhtoned other han: 0 through the darkness. ae eae Went downetaire together ‘I premise you." tenet The sportaman el his revolver, with his finger on the sprang trom his bicyele outside the gq toft the house, “T want more than that, doctor. You > looking after vou seems Jolly trigger. In spite of his pledged word, ho which was atill open, ran to the On reaching the lodge Lupin called must give me your word of honor” clever and makes & point of playing a lid NOt hort ene a oul and reached the first floor in @ the keeper. “I give you my word of honor eral Fa apON AG ES SUL TACO atari ial tow Sound. “You can shut the mate, my man. If ‘The doctor went away. Taipin at ance out In the court ; Ree ee ee te is agathen ALA ana Thera was no one tn the Uttle dining Mf. Darcteux should want us, eend for shined a nelstinoring from erhe RGHIOE PuPLaUe. She TARE teht ae upaveresry: toe a Fela, oe ons. us at once.” which he could aeo the windows of the OAS WIAA Ow Ait Farag ete ea I ae ey Without hesitating, without knocktni ‘The clock of Maupertuls Church firet ant aeconl floor, Bevera! of them A narrow cornite filine dete’ tae Re fmol: fet ances : struck 10. ‘The sky was overcast With were lighted. BEA AREY SrneenLas DUD Pane Kouite 4a Whten ome human banga wer he walked into Jeanne's bedroom: struck jouda, through which the MOO He waited for wome tittle time ‘The More than a distant part of the courts fu whieh those human beings were “Ah, here you wre!” he said, with @ pee eee omente lights went eit’ one. by one Then, YAM and he came back and wat down peering at one another, wil ny the bed Boma very painful minutes pa minutes that appeared to them inte ably long. The clock fm the will wish of relief, seoing Jeanne and the doctor sitting side by alde, talking. “What? Any news? asked the doc- tor, alarmed at seeing @uch a state of The two men walked on for sixty or evanty yards, “‘phey were nearing the village, when Lupin gripped his companion by the taking a direction opposite to that tn which the doctor haa gone, he branched off to the right and skirted the wall until he came to the clump of trees atruck; Dut, taken up as they were with Who was it hand ame ain was he pursuing? paltation In @ map whose coolnees Be Oe! = ele ati ney atone Ble motor” AI the Uittie noises of the might, they Tecrifed though | they wore, Jeanne Had bad osoasion to obearve, ‘What on earth's the matter? ex- Pleven o'riock atmiok. He catoulates Hardly noticed the amin’ They letened, a Noon, to (earn the truth, ox” gald Lupin, No news And ined the Goctor. the timn which ft would tee inevaeerse Hatened, with all thelr nervew on edge, think: to aes, to learn, the truth, 0 either, We have fust left “The matter is this," Lapin jerked to cross the kitchen-garden and make id Youhgar”’ whiaiured the docior. Kat) Git ie eaten and didnot ‘He has he excellent out, “that 1f my catculations turn out hia way into the house i ting os tn aa move axain tt seemed ty them that day and he ate his dinner with a good MRht, if I have not misjudged the busl- “*That'e one point goored!” he mute OT ee © © tn down! Nis laure stood out, darker, against the nese from start to finish, Mile. Darcleuz tered. who comes to «ee her? Why should there not be| appetit 8 for Jeanne, you ean see i presently: ( 1 that his arm rose siow- simple and unaffected friendships between young | for Juurseif, she haa all her pretty ae ourdered Waters "the BiEDE Te ADL nie Gina * oe oy There w ! ir iy, Fre ececaa a Malinan TAns(hoe yo yome o 0 lover ~| color back again.” aa ier? +? © aldo, againat the corn minute passed an hen anothel AB ROE Ne . . “Go? But {t's out of the question! tor in dismay. “But, then, why éid we hia teat trump . . . and, by all the which they could not make out for cere \nd, sudiden'y, beyond the man, on I believe that the girl of towlay would have a better! y crested the girl. re weds, T must be there: tain. But they had a feeling that the the right a sharp click, @ ° © A UUme If she did not frighten off young men by tmnplying, | you must go, you must! orted ‘With the precise oMect that the mie: Ife went through the eama perform- window in the dresing-room was boing bright light flashed, was flung upon as early as the second call, that she expected them to! tapin, with real violence, atamping his ¢reant, who Is watching all our move- ence as on the first ocoasion, pulled opened wider, for they were buffeted ty the man. It him full in the face, re have rious intentions." Why @houldn't she take the | foot on the floor, ments tn tho dark, may not postpone down the branco and holated htmaelf to gusts of onld alr. mornelossly. goods the gods provide in the way of parties or pleasant He at once mastered himself, spoke a Dis crime and may perpetrate it, not (ho top of the wall fr, whch by Suddenly Ht became quite clear; there Jeanne wave a cry of affright. She evenings at home and stop worrying about possible matri- of apology a , for at the hour chosen by Mmself, but at was abie to reach tne diedtr boughs of was some one next door, . had seon—standing over her, with a montal candidates? For that matter, the best way to| three or four minutes, preserved a com- the hour which I have decided upon.” he tren ‘Phe doctor, whose hand waa trembling daxger in hit hand-she had seen attract lovers ia not to seem to try. plete atlence, which the doctor and ‘Then we are returning to the manor it then he pricked up his earm Ife » little, anized his revolver. Nevertheless, ¢ & ¢ r fathe A\ ys Ree eran earl nat tt aia aae, reened to heor a ruatiing of @ead Temambering the Alin rey though the + | “CZ. writes: “Recently | have re- me attention for about @ month and!” At last he said to the young girl: of course we are, but separ- Inav And he actually perceived a yhich he had received and lh ved off, there cam { ceived letters and postal cards with the then stopped coming. Recently he has "You ane) £0 to-morrow morning, ; i Fa moving on the .ovel thirty ris agal ‘ a A ad fred i i “ny hat is the mean. , bewun speaking to me again, though he Mademoiselle, at will be only for one or ‘In at case let us go at once.” yards away: e room was in » darkness; don't shoot’ roare: | Mame upsige dowar \naw made no appointment, Der yaa two weeks. I will tac you to your ‘“‘Ldsten to me, doctor,” eaid Lapin, — ‘Hang tt allt” he sald to hinset, ‘Tin and they wero unavle to seo whera the ing of this . | think he will do that after seeing me a friend at Versailles, the one to whom tn @ steady voice “and let us waste done; the scoundrel has amalied a rat” adversary was, But they folt his press Ho threw his armp round the doctor, (At ie supposed to mean “I love you." few times more?" Perhaps; but why let him discard you " writes; “A young man pald ‘and pick you up again go casually? you were writing. I entreat you to get mo time in useless words. ence, who choked out you soe’ * © & Didat n! you ° 0 * He's escape everything ready to-night * © © with- we grust defeat any ‘attempt to watch @etincUy saw the man ‘They followed his tnvistble movementa = “‘'Tida's out concealment of any kind. Let the us. You will go ol take alm He tried to jump te the the sound of his fcotsteps deadened by see? © © © Lisi servants know thet you ere going. ® ami net come eut again until) you are ground end ¢urned hip head, But he the cerpet) and they did not doubt but eR oa ed him make @ heavem of the | y Against GreatMenasI Knew Them en. Pickett. ob 8—THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH. h, Cou taht, 1013, by ‘The Ueem Publishing Co, (The Now York Kvening World), ‘ KR. ALDRICH wan the Hterary wound around the veranda and under connecting link between that the majestic trees that shaded the era in thh mid-century de- | lawn.” weribed by William Dean How. | hey were generous and hospitable ella us the one “which more | to leave you the beet company they completely than any former could provide.” ame if said by ite poets’ and the! “I appreciated the kindness. The Present ragtime period, which has no | thoughts were ail beautiful and I loved thom, but It was baffling, when I met @ | thought, never to know whether it wae imy very own or a left-over from some- body cla. Suppose an idea strikes you auddenly. You think It fine. You hold it up before you and admire it as you minht a beautiful rose. You begin to fancy that you must have something in you or that particular idea would wet have chosen your mind for ite home, |'Then a dowbt comes. Ie tt yours, after [allt May not it be one of those left- | overa taking Its morning constitutional and meeting you quite by accident? “You sorrowfully let it pass and wait for some other idea that will display itself as unmistakably your own. (f 1t comes it will never be as fine as that other, which probably belonged te some one else. It is aa mind-racking es babies that were changed in the cradle jand you are never quite eure that they were changed back.* ‘The better way Is to adopt the near- at one and be content ‘One might do that with some ktnde of subjects. Now, 1 had @ poet friend who was so good 4 farmer that bis plassa wae luxuriantly framed in vines, the roots of which grew on his neigh bor's around. He toiled not, neither @@ he hoe, but no other plassa in town was | arrayed tke his." | In the passing of Thomas Batley Al@- {rich our Iterature lost its purest lyric | melody; but he was most sadly | by those who were privileged to regaive hie bright, keen, humorous letters, charming with poetic thought and em- pression and sparkling with thelr gag and witty comment. By Eugene Geary. Copyright, 1013, by The Press Pubiishing Co, (The New York Evening World), At the theatre you're gasing calmly oe tho brilltant ecen: ‘ And the piot is upside down, ‘ Yet, the piay has caught the towm, [And the epigrams are jumping @om thelr Uttle coats of green— You will murmur, with low-dropped jaw ons “Bernard Shaw!" Oh, the muse that's known as Celtis Mow le working 0 ime. O14 Ireland needn't tret, For she'll have her freedom yet. Her destiny’s worked out in pinky geape and eky-biue rhyme, And the ink of the days long gone” Floweth on. u “Let hin escape, it's the bese ching that could He preesed the spring of his elestrte lantern again, ran to the dr room, made certain that the man disappeared and, returning quietly to the table, lit the lamp. Jeanne lay on her bed, pallid, im @ dead faint. . The doctor, huddled tn his chair, emit- ted inarticulate sounds, sald Lupin, laughing, “pull yourself together. There is nothing to excite ourselves about; it's all over, “Her fath ° Her father!" moaned the old doctor. “If you please, doctor, Mile. Darcteux fo ill. Look after h Without more words Lupin went beck to the dressing room and stepped out on the window ledge. A ladder ateod the ledge He ran down (t. ting the wall of the how steps further, The room was empty. Just so,” he said “My gentleman did not like the position and hae cleared’, out Here's wishing him a goed four- ney. © * ® And, of course, the door is bolted? © © © Exactiy! © © © Maat is how our sick man, tricking his worthy medical attendant, used to get up at nigat in full security, fasten his pope ladder to the balcony and prepare his dee sam He's no fool, te frend Darel tle drew the bolts and returne@ te Jeanne's room, The doctor, who was Just coming out of the doorway, drew hin to the litte din'ng-room: She's asleep, don't let us disturb her, Boe has had @ bad shock and wall tak some tine to recover.” red himself out a glass of rank it down, Then he took d, cabmly She'll be all right by to-more row What do you say?" “1 say that ene'll Be all right by Gi