The evening world. Newspaper, December 2, 1913, Page 21

a Stagey Play for Mme. Kalich. BY CHARLES DARNTON, N the stage of the dim and necessarily misty past there O figures that it 1s only to be expected some actor or actress of to-day should RY yearn to impersonate one of them. But in the very nature of ¢hings this fe not an easy task. Show me an actor to-day who could play Edwin Booth— and I'm not forgetting hig distinguished friend, Forbes-Robertson. Last night Mme. Bertha Malich fairly defied the gods to drop the mantle of el upon her shouléera, and while the gods showed thelr generosity in pro- ding @ dlack velvet robe that brought out rather strikingly the picture of the ous tragedienne who fired the French in those deys we read about with Avonder—and certain reservations—that “sacred fire’ referred to in the openin; 4/4 not flame into anything more than a theatric bonfire as the evening wore on well toward the midnight hour. Genius at second-hand must have a ing torch to light the stage, as even stare of the first magnitude may*admit. is said more in appreciation of Mme. Kalich’s tremendous undertaking than in criticiam of her acting. ‘ Certainty, Rachel herself never appeared in so “atagey” @ play as thé /one * Given in her name. The avthor, Carina Jordon, had evidently “read up" on Rachel industriously and then written accordingly. It was all rather cut-and- as the word goes, to make it human. An * there’s no denying that the pulse-beat in a play alone can atrike @ reaponaive Qn audience In the first act Rachel, as a street singer, did nothing an umbrella in order that she might trade it for a covettd copy of ‘The rest was noise—such noise as only a stage director who Is deat and dumb could encourage. Everybody seemed intent upon making owr ea! ‘The second act ended with an appeal to @ fat duchess who looked and . scted as though she didn't know what it was all about. Then, curiously enoug! @he only human note in the whole play: wae struck, not by Rachel, but by hi x lover Maurice over the letter and medallion of his mother, viewed with jealousy ‘by the actress who suspected « mistress in the so far as we Were concerned, but the actress made such a “scene” over the letter that {t ®ecame tedious. She would read it—and then she wouldn't— and then she did—while all the time we were patiently waiting for her to do something more than talk about it. And by this time every one was in- volved in that revolution of 1848, which was child's play compared with present events in Mexico, To be sure, a play- wright has no defense against modern conditions, yet in this instance the au- thor took no pains to prevent theatrical history from repeating itself when Rachel saved her lover by resorting to almost the same methods that Sardou followed in “La Tosca,” beginning with that villainous business around the The amusing part of it was that i ‘sued and afterward figured as the leader of the bloodless revolutioniats was a fat dramatic critic who had heen “roasted” so thoroughly erowd so that Maurice could slip out. The last act in the Theatre Francat was such an anti-climax, with It, pink and white comedy, that the play ap- copeared to be entirely in the hands of the call-boy, It led to nothing but the ‘Somewhat amusing fact that Maurice was a natural son of Napoleon Bonaparte ** Ave’ we never to hear the last of Napoleon? be Ef tt were ponsible of belief, Georke Sand, who did tn her head; Alfred de Musset, and Chopin walked thi 't seem to have an idea wh the play, and Chopin ®-ehoyin was! I dwell on these “bits” only; because they were painful to the eye 1a to the ear, It docs seem as though “celebrities” have some rights in the world they have left ‘There was one redeeming feature, and that was the picture Mme, Kalich It seemed as though she had snatched her youth from the past. She rs younger than when firat we saw her uptown ten or twelve and white, That much 1 will pay for her and gladly. But her acting never rang true; the note of #incerity 8 wal'not in her volce—a voice that fell into a monotonous aing-song, or dropped “Mmto deep gutturals, only to leap into shouts. AY of this wae neither beautiful ‘Wer convincing. ftom “But there was one good actor in the cast, and he played an actor of the old “french echool. For the second time [ take off my: hat to George Hassell, who first earned my gratitude as the hard-up, hen-pecked husband (I hope you'll *“forgfve thie extravagant alliteration) in “Her Own Money.” Mr, Hassell was ‘* ecetlent in everything but his pronunciation, and even he may agree that simple words like “extraordinary” and “domicile” may be learned in a day. Bydney Booth did hie See to put a heart into the tailor-made lover. But if 's father was as bad on actor as Walter Armin made him I can't under- where she got her talent, . Ap for the play it was easy to understand why Rachel should go into rap- ‘ ¢uree over “Phedre,” for ‘Rachel’ is nothing more than @ collection of tricks ~Uhat would probably seem old-fashioned on “the road” from which so many ““eontpanies are return: fx vi Advice to Lovers ee ‘Ar rs.”? Admitted that they eared for each other + “Rice Throwe Tent snug} *ROUBN to be tonether during the rest of be an end to; 'e!F lIVee Je serious and beautiful, not the unkina|"loulous, If you aaw twa persone and often vulmar /*!00tIN# dangerous rapide in one small teasing of young |°®P9® You wouldn't feet ike mak periona) whe fun of them, You'd be more in the engaged = to nood of prayer, or at least of sincere, married, Ita ail #ber hopetuiness, Than what ts there of ® piece with | Jeat-inspiring about an announcement of thre eld shoes after bi matrimony? Gepariing brides] Yeople have wrong ideas on this aub- And —pridegrooms, |ject, @ sense of the indicreun which A custom that le playa them paneying and aradually growing more elviiised, but *<even “obliged” at the plano. And what a poor piano player and bad actor this] fie ing rice and|AM Attempt to brave the serious perils ne ‘ne mad fala, 1 thing they are! 9 (Copyright, 1912, by Bobbe-Merrill Co.) and remain there Oki tg, onthe Saale en Be, 0 innie learns ast ear an end that Dick in with a pretty ete sanatoriin dead broke I rela thro play's failure. jinnie and Uren Sind'ce itn us Slay orp” ten apa‘ Slitale)° recuraing uy'tne spring’ Nowe” nts “Se : “le dl Aiabt, finds. the real Ick ‘and shia bride. thert Kee cloned’ with (ratty Senn poole sister.” Minnie, invices ‘thea to ied an ide ina de- th [oy ‘They arr to stay there fc " time. ‘ulia Summer, an actres, who ie eying Thies for brvech uot promise. come, othe guns fodiens” he rincel under, the incognito ot Meo nmalds arnvier, We and HY ‘ere drinking mi me one «f them of ahdog. The dog has a ft. seer, Delieving themselves mater CHAPTER XXI. (Continued) The Mutiny. E picked up the pail and went down the steps to the spring. “After all," he sald “It Won't hurt to take out a iittle of this and pour % on the ground, It ought to be He stooped. ‘Com: ethereal mildnens, come, and dipped in the pail. Just then somebody fell door and was Tillie, breathing in gasps, at in it? I asked, jumping up. She'd fallen back against the door- frame and stood with her hand clutch- ing her heart, “That dev devil Mike!" she “He has turned on the steam men's baths and gone ay! “With people in the bath?’ Doctor Barnes asked, slamming down the pail, Tillie nodded. “Then why in creation don't they wet out of athe until we can shut off the steam?’ I demanded, grabbing up my shawl, But Tillie shook her in despair. ahe ey oan’ oir clothes!" ‘The next thing I recall t# running the walk with Dector A me, ateadying by the arm, J only spoke once that I re- answered, “he's justifiable, there 49 Atill mush room for improves "1 he Fn Dat ie, renng DernONE DAV9, GN. pape lebineion memeberiand that wus just us we got ge tg bows, fs JUST NAMa THE PERSON WHO CHEATED YOUR < POP, AND You AND I WILL MAME IM MAKE Goor ligt (ez “This aotties it!" I panted, desper- that he should have had sense enough} SYNorsis oF PRECEDING CHAPrens. Stely. “It's all over.” to stay at home, ‘There was nothing] ,. ce. owner of a mineral auring “NOt a bit of $1" he sald, shoving for Rachel to do but wave the flag from | sivgrace grandaon Dick cn “inditton thal THE he Did. teakertie ie Just getting het the balcony and turn the head of the| (ete,chage of the Mace within tne weay after The old teakettle tx Just wot + ie y 1s funeral ‘ r up’ a bit. By the gods and little . flahes, Just lieten to it singing down # there: The help was gathered in a crowd at the head of the bath-house atair- case, where a cloud of steam waa com- ing up, and down below we could hear ind somebody s#hout- in a voice that waa i? b choked with rage and eteam. Doctor Barnes elbowed hia way through the crowd to the top of the stairs and I followed, “There's Minnie’ Amanda King yelled. "Sha knows all about thi place, Minnie, you can shut it off, T nald, and wan atarting Doctor Barnes jerked mi be "he said, “Where's Mr, Pler—where's Carter” “Down with the engineer,” some body replied out of the steam cloud. “Hello there!” he calle’ down the “How's the air?” Send us some clothes!" It was:Mr. Sam calling, The reat was mwallowed up in a fresh roaring, aa if a steam-pipe had given way. ‘That settled the people below. With burst of fury they «warmed up the etaire in their bath sheets, the bishop leading, and just behind him, talking = no ntieman ehould talk under any ocircumatances, Senator Bigms. ‘The reat followed, thetr red faces shin- ing through the ateam—all of them murferous, holdin: their = sheets aroun them with one hand, ing the other in @ freni awful. The help acattered and ran, It was but T steam . and the hall A moment later the en- Mr. was misty, gineer came rew-driver in his hand. Hi was white with rage He brushed past the sheets without paying the alight~ eat attention to them, and tore the towel off his mouth. “Who saw Miko last?" he shouted across to where the pharmacy clerk, the elevator boy and some of the bell boys had retreated to the office and were peeping out through the door, Here Mr, Moody, who's email at any time, and who without the padding on his shoulders and wrapped In @ sheet with is red f bove, looked like & lighted, cigarette, darted out of the crowd and caught him by the aleev “Her he cried, “we've got a things to say to you, you yet “Take your hand off my ar dered Mr. cry The storm broke The Evening World Daiiy Magazine, Tuesday, Decembe THE Two OF U' Witt MAE tM MAKE Good! sz with that, They crowded around Mr. Pierce, yelling like 00d maniacs, and he faced, out. of ons was nothing to dhs what went about ever morning, and when they had told him here, white- nd let them wear themnelves The courage of @ man in « den it. Doctor through the they thought about that, they back still further and bellowed the mismanagement of the place aince he hed taken charge, and the food, and the ateam-heat, and the new right, faced rules -- oh, they hated him all and they told him so, purple- with rage and heat, dancing around him and shaking one fist in his fac mind to both fists at once, mean, of would all leave ae I way, while they held their awhirl, that the! 1 leavin, some one forge every minute or he ought to be glad to have them go quietly, and not have him jatled for matte} felony. the house as empty lous mischief or compounding a The whole thing wan an out- and the three train would leave aa & squeezed lemon. I wanted to go forward and drop on m y knees and implore them to re- member the old doctor, end the bathe they’@ had when nothing went wrong, and the daya when they'd eworn thi the epring kept them young “Don't be a fool!’ TI heard Mr, Sam q] In Mr. von Inwald. the crowd, that all you have to aay? roared T hadn't noticed him before. He had his sheet on in Gre- clan atyle and tt looked anite orna mental although little short. “Haven't you any apology to make, wire? “Neither apology yo other tne! nor explanation to Mr. Plerce retorted. And to the "Tt tm an unfortunate aceldent ident, if you prefer." He looked at Thoburn, who wae the only one !n a be’ cheer} throhe, ful one in and who the lot was “r the only had re fured a request of the bath man's anit willing to take ft taken this form of revenge. If If you expect ma to aak you to eteay I'll not do it. 1 don't of } thie as tyou ly, pushin, yw. mind saying that I am as tired tired of what?” demanded Mr. forward out of the Mr, Sam was making frantic “Of all this,” body here imagine he's gotng to find around tn an over- henith by sittin atuffed leather cha! at eighty, the alr, and Mr. “In fact," Mr. Plerce went on, “I'd watttag for evidence om this petat about decided on a new order of contigued Mr, Barker, “Dick Will. things for this place anyhow. It'a go- ing to be @ real health resort, run for he would not look at anid. him, # sort of angry anarl in| toblest man dis town ever even.” Ham threw up his free hand in despair. people who want to get woll or keep well. ~-or stay.” The bishop poke over the heada of People who wish to be overfed, overheated and coddied need not come Romances of Models, & 4% By Famous Artists Coprright, 1018, by The Pree Publishing On (The Glew York Brenteg West), 2.—C. Allan Gilbert and the “Violet;’ Girl. HB wore a vialet end « violet hat.” wae the ap- Dealing note Mr. C. Allan Gilbert, the artist, streck as be began to tell che romance of ene ef his medein ‘Bhe came te my lo one afternoon with: «well known actress and eald che wanted to do some posing. ke er Galr as violet . the vo- let hat made her eyes very large aad bide and gave her deauty a wistful, appealing quality which made me want very much to use her. |. “I wae busy with other work an@ could not maise an engagement with her at the time, but 1 took her mame and address and toki her I would cond for her when I should need her. “That was on @ Monday, and on Thursday of that week I began come érew- ings for which I could use just euch @ model es Violet, and 1 wrote to her togome. “Days elipped by, but Violet 414 not come, after two wots, I received ‘ ral when ho Mitt my studio that Monday her friend had taken Rer to see @ theatrical manager who had given her an engagement to take a emall part in @ company ts fan claco. “She left that very afternoon for the West without Tred ‘gntag baee eo i me in Jersey to bid her ¢amily ‘That was the last of Violet, the model, the very next year appeared on the billboards in New Tork as idading women te one of Dopular matinee girls sols. jot three years after her @rst engagement atarred by the biggest manager in Amerien. . Her rich, fower-lUke beauty, coupled with endeubdted bring her Success, “Then I heard that Vielet had married a young cancel : vhs t ' | i : play had created the furor of the year. “He too had been poor, and, etruggling to @ debt of thirty he wanted to sell the manuscript of the very play which’ production netted him enough to ve en comfortably for His friend the goung theatrical! manager, to whém he refured the ‘worthless trash’ and tolé him he preferred to wait ‘Tut aoon after, his play) was agcepted by the manager Violet, and ao the two met and toved and wed. "One afternoon, after she was @ famous eter married to a famous ptay- wright, I was pregented to Violet at @ tea. “Of course I recogntaed her at onte, Dut I hardly expected her te know me. Just to nee If w great tar can remember I told her I had met her before. “It @o recall your face,’ she said, and after a moment's ‘reflection, "Yea, now I remember, I went to your etudle ene afternegn to ask you for work as ® model.’ ‘And 1 can teM you just what you wore,’ I went on. ¢ “The old wistfulness came tnto her eyes which made them Jesk Ue twe large violets. “Can you really! remember so long ago? she questioned. “*You had on @ violet shirtwaist and @ viotet hat. I have sever forgetten rt st H | I have never forgotten them, either,” confessed Victet, ‘for thet was the irtwalet I owned, and I washed K and ironed it myself te come to see ‘I thought Violet a very unusual star to be willing to remember these days gone by when she begged for work at a studio door. ‘But that violet shirtwatet and violet hat gook more than beauty (e-toc as she did in them, There was a eoul behind that Seauty.” The Day’s Good Stories. Charitable. That T the funeral services of am elderly darky of Richmond, the following eolloquy wae overheard Lelween two aged negrees: “There ain't mo wwe in talkin’, eabd Mose Barker, “Dick WiiMame, he wes the mest ehadt- feckom dat's 0," etd the Garty te whom Mr, Barker tmparted this Informettes, Asad be It Hurt the Effect. others, who looks ‘ ERE 1s 0 little atory that comes ecyves the any Ninos tt cant ie anata mildly, late from @ staid Ontario town: only about a week before be Bagpemed to be either obey this ‘Am Imported clergyman, who hailed from] killed, He was mighty hand chap 69 lat®, too, new order « mo away?” within sound of Bow Balls, was called upon to! 1 had to talk to him for pearly ss monthe be Mr. Fierce looked at the birhop and | preach » fimeral Ciscoune over « departed eitdaen | fore I got him.’ 7 amtied, ‘of ripe years, and referred to him ase smoldering} “| supgoer, hia: fried, . ‘vem. re “Vm @orry, sir.” he @add, “but as] ember that hail finally resolved iteelf foto aabes, | erettal, after it was all over, @has your Pemrusstve every one i# leaving, anyhow—" ‘The effect was somewhat apoiled, Rowerer, wham, | Lowers wae e Goud?” ‘They fairly Jumped at him then. | in » touching tone, he ead ‘Woll—er—me. 1 meveg, felt eurry abput it. They surrounded him ty @ howling ‘Hed was the ember, but gray le the hash,"=—] Tho fact to, 1 made the best of @ bad fed by mob and demanded how he dared to! cieveland Vain Dealer, warring the widew.”—Tis Bite, turn them out, and w by waying they were overfed, and they would leave when they were good and ready and not before, and he could go to blazes. It wan the most acandalous thing T've ever known of at Hope Springs, and in the midst of it Mr. Plerce atood waiting for a chance to And when the time came he + Jumped im and told them the truth coo! and qui apeak about them: and ve hat did he mean m tof it hurt dignation, he trailed himself and his sheet up the stairs CHAPTER XXII. Home to Roost. COULDN'T atand any more. It waa all over! I rushed to 4 my room and threw myself on hardly eee out of my back to the light, but had a cross of edhesty ok and that one aye was almost He smiled when fe saw @y hi shut. I'm apt to go out and pick @ fight Tle waa good and mad, and he stood the bed. At two-thirty T heard euch times, and # Woman hasn't got there and picked out the flahby o the bus come to the porte- thar outlet. As you see, I found Mike, ana the fas ane tne watery Users vet Clcher@ under my window and then and my disfigurement is to Mikae as oinkeha and called them out by (ive wWay, that Was the last straw. I atarlight to the noonday glare, Come ssemneene, put @ pillow over my head to nobody and take @ walk Sa Sear ; conid hear me, and then and there shook my head, but he my arm ati ee ey et? had hysterios. “1 knew T was having and pulled me off the bet * Took atone another, and not knowing (he Rnd T wasn't ashamed, I'd b “You come for a walk!" he wald. fi whether to fail on him and tear him exploded if th serked th to pieces, or go and weap Ina corner | ONN un mum a es Deca Ne They Pf ele wile xwollon almost shut, and it wae Dr but anything 4 weakened for a minute they'd Barnes, He had « glase of water in his n sitting in the room have jumped on him. But he didn’t, Mand and ne held it right above me He got through ant stood looking at | UN" eye and it goes lower hall was empty. A new them in thelr sheets, and then he sald card headed “Rules” hung on the door Aa [lay there staring up at hiv, ard then Into the private oMfce, Gut I: did not The bua will be ready at two-thire | KUOW What w fright T lovwed, and read It. What was the ume of rules ty, gentiomen," and turn hia although | couldn't speak yet, 1 reached without people to disobey them? Mrs. heols, went into the to of rage heave ing him here, Mninte! tures to catch Mr. Pierce's eye, bug And leaving me epeechiess with ine thoir rooma up and felt for my hairping Moody liad forgotten her crochating ‘That's better,” he said, putting down bag and it hung on the back of a tn the glass, “Another ten minutes of that chair, and exoltement, and you'd have burat @ blood veas “The Jenningess are etill here,” eald n't worry, 1 know I have no busi- the dostor, “The old man is madéer ness here, but I anticipated than eny of this they go in know thi ation wee pince th of friend, Gatety valve.’ dame cali wish to agented bring- psed 4 1 were a