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YES sik, iF ‘fou Stow GooD Judée MENT You CAN SELECT dae TRABY'S CHRistmas PRESENT Foo. Some “The Prodigal Judge” Shows George Fawcett in a New Light. BY CHARLES DARNTON: T find your way to the Bronx Opera House all you have to do te to follow the crowd around the corner from the subway station. Last night’ nce was as big as the house itself, and that good old reliable actor, George Fawcett, won !t completely with his mellow performance in “The Prodigal Judge. Mellow is the only word for the rare and racy character study that Mr. ‘Faweett offers, for quite aside from the natural alcohol in his veins that makes this actor exhilarating he ts so devoted to corn whiskey as Slocum Price that he takes the precaution to ask his t! ing companion, Solomon Mahaffy, to remind him when he ts drunk, Both these old dead-beats are a trifle uncertain on thelr logs and it !s not until they pick up a bare-footcd boy: whom they “father” that they climb aboard the water wagon. Then the empty bottles en purpose, for the boy Is taught his le! ters from the labels on them. He seems lke @ half-brother of that youngster in Hoyt'e “A Temperance Town" who used to explain he was called St. Julien because his father saw the name on a bottle in the day he was born. The boy Hannibal 1s saved from be dng carried i by plotting villains, who know bim to be the hoir to vast estates, through the happy chance that the “Judge” and his “secretary” are pe forming the feat of jumping board bill just as the Ind is waiting to be thrown into the river. From this point the play that George Middleton has made from Vaughan Kester’s novel ambles along {n the most leisurely fashion with the “Judge” pausing to make a speech every five minutes, It's all rather vague and mysterious, with skulking members of lan" who make a business of stealing slaves and horses and are counterfeiters to boot. Hannibal ‘There wasn't much law in Eastern Ten- George Fawcett Judge Slocum nesses in 18%, It seems, though the} Price. “Judge” ts full of tt and corn whiskey, The removal of a corrupt Judge 1s accomplished without any further cere- mony than the display of shotguns. The discredited jurist is off the bench, Then the prodigal one takes tis dong-delayed credent! lent Jackson. Before this happens our of@ friend just missea being hanged as a counterfelter, and the novelty of this situation Is to be found in the fact that Mr. Fawcett has to face it while standing one table. But he carries off everything with a lofty air, and it is this mann more than anything else, that gives hin performance dirtinction and charact rit of the play is that it shows him tn a new light. James Seeley the olf friend, and Master Bert Burton ts a very gvod little boy. 4 the lovers Miss Elle Hernden Kearna and Robert Thorne have a somewhat embarrassing time of !t in the last act, though they manage thelr painfully obvious romance very well. When the curtain falls Mr. Fawcett ts etill talking. Hut he talke very well. Bert Burton Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers at once, 1 have met her several times | since, but have only bowed. Would i right to speak to her when er and ask her to go out with A Foolish Girl. “A. &" writes: ‘I have been accept- ing the attentions of a young man for about six months. I am much in love and I show great affection for him. He does not seem to show love for ma he Why not? There always has to be the Bhall I continue to appear in hie com-| 978 time. ie ” ye Not unless you can control youreett.| “HL. writes: ‘What would be a simple and yet acceptable Christm: 0 acting like @ foolish girl . Keaive: baa: aching Prosent to a young lady whom I have 3. LL" writ “At @ party two cweeks ago I met a girl whom I iiked Either flowers or candy, +Where There’s a Will © (Copyright, 101) by Hobbs Merrill Co.) 0 ONAPTERS. of @ mineral epring emiablim ok to hig biamed atu here, and then et up ui dawn for a cold bath and a twenty mile walk and an apple for breakfast. Ugh, my shoulder 1s dislocated.” I turned and flew back to Miss Patty and Plerce. They had stopped in the shelter of the fence corner and Mr. Pierce was on hie knecs in front of nainge, one her! 1 was #0 astounded that I forgot Alley Pier for the moment what had brought me. . ‘Just a second,” he was saying. "4 tee on the he inne in. Please get up off your knees, you'll pia, decried abed. Julle take cold,” who ie auing Dick for breach Never had a cold. Regatta al Yi te with my knife, 4 overshoes?” dion U ry ite place wid continuously’ fiat Dick Sram be found an re a0 fr) a, orried ovee he’ red Piniaeiwho. delve. the e109). Ay" approscting marriage 6 Of the resort gucata, to. & comes to ater “aed broke feccentte (rt nd Bamed Goefor, Dick haa, load with Bers ue none hte ta “aS deserted a CS ta uucl f Patty pri Tl sorape it off Why don't you wear Batping piace 12 “1 never have @ cold!” she retorted. Slab iter Hou, neat the Miao" tek aight hea “Why, Minnie, is that you? o'taan approaching. “Quick!” 1 panted. ‘"thoburn ang Mr. et von Inwald coming—basket—lantern— CHAPTER XXVI. warn the shelter houne!” ieentiovel,) “Great Scott!" Mr, Pierce ead, “Here, you girle crawl over the fence—-you'll be hidden there, I'll run back and warn them.” ‘The lantern wes swinging again, Mr. Thoburn’s grumbling came to us through the snow, monotonous and Over the Fence Is Out. ET {it down,” {t eald. “The thing must be Milled with lead.” It sounded like Tho- burn, “T's the snow,’ von Inwal ay. can't climb the fonce!" Miss Patty id pitifully, But Mr, Pierce had ne. L reached my basket through the bare and climbed the @ Mw hurry, Mi another “Yee, Thoburn retorted, breathing in eens. “Stay up all night to get the The Evening IT Must BE NOTHING Wit, BE OF World SH, T3UT THING THar be “The final obsequies of a Burmese priest provide an extraordinary life by Caton Woodville is reproduced). “Throughout these festivities the white n \ Daily Magazine, Wedn esday.. Decem + Bae OS 7s Ber 10, FAVORITE T* favorite recipes of famous days. MRS. T. T. ANSBERRY. (Wife of Congressman Anaberry.) Cranberry Jelly. | NE quart cranberries, two cupe O sugar, ono cup water; boll to- gether ten minutes; put through sieve and mould. Corn Bread. NE cup corn meal, one cup white O flour, four teaspoons baking powder, one-fourth oup sugar, one-bal? teaspoon salt, seven-eighthe cup milk, two eggs, one-fourth cup jmolted butter, Mix and sift dry ingredient milk gradually; beat exge weil. Bake in buttered ehallow pan in hot oven. MRS. HENRY F. ASHURST. (Wife of U, 8. Senator.) OF AMERICA’S FAMOUS WOMEN RECIPES women of the United States wit be printed in The Evening World on Mondays, Wednesdays ené@ Fre Many of the dishes deacribed have won nations! renown, appraring on the menu of state dinners and other notable functions. Put milk and gelatin on the fre; Boll untli gelatin 19 dispelved; a6@ the well-beaten yoiks of the eggs, with the sugar. Let boll about five minutes; femove from fire and atir in the whites Deaten to a froth. Flavor with vanilla and mould, Baked Apples. E-FOURTH box gelatin, a few Pieces of stick cinnamen, som apples and sugar to taste. r and core the apples, put in baking dish, fill each with sugar. Cover with hot water and stew gently; fay @ few pieces of stick cinnamon on tomy When abort haif done sprinkle ov them a heaping tablespoon of gelat! let stew until done. Put in dish pour Juice over them. Tet them gst cold, Can be eaten with cream or with- NE-HALY O sweet milk, exes, tablespoons taate suger, Domestic By Alma Copymight, 1013, “Keeps Perfect Timel”’ Scene: Green's ‘Time: & A, M, RS. G. (ehivering)— Goodness! It cold in thie dining room this morn- ing. Do you feel cold, Junior, dear? Junior (brave, though ahtvery)— Aw no, ma, I'm v goin’ to be @ Boy Scout. An’ Boy Scouts can’t feel cold Inover. Mr. G, (gently)—Speaking of Boy Scoute reminds me to ask whether you're surer about telling time than you were yesterday morning, Junior? Now, look at the clock carefully and tell father the exact time, Juntor (briefly)—It's atopped. Mr. @. (twisting suddenly)—What? Stopped again! By gosh, — Mra. G. (ra'sing @ calming hand)— Don't get excited, dear, Maybe there's something the matter with It. Mr. G, (rampantly)—Of course there's |aomething the matter with it, ff it \ftona! Anybody'd know that. But didn't 1 spend three hours Sunday lafternoon just fixing that thing up? Mrs, @ (mil4ly)—You have no pa- tlence, dear, You expect to fix a thing \juwt In @ minute ang then bave ft etay Mr, @, (ndignantly)—dn a mingte? Ive been fixing that clock regularly for eight years. i) Mr (defending the olock)—Dt's ping perfect time for quite a spectacle. The holler the dead man the longer the delay between his death central figure is a huge white elephant of papfer-mache, bearing upon !t#| Mr. G. (sourly)-Oh, yee, for quite « and the holding of the ceremonies. ve known about four or five monthat’ ! holiday-making, with roundabouts, an open-air play and so on, Mlustrated London News (from which the accompanying di mid got almose t standing there on one staring acrovs at ine the and now-covered through the w rail, darkness. "Quick!" T lantern was very close. Jd {na low tone, The “Set 1t down again,” Mr, von Inwall panted. We heard the rattle of bottles as they put down the basket, and the next instant Thoburn's fat hand wa resting on the ratl.of the fence ove; our . 1 could feel Miss Patt trembling beside me. But he didn't look over. He stood there resting, breathing hard, and swearing at tho weather, while Mike waited in surly allence, and the von Inwald cursed in German. After my heart had been beating in my ears for about three years the fat hand moved, and I heara tho rattle of @iass again and Thoburn's groan as he bent over his half of the load, “Come on, my partners in distres My comrades through this wilderness, he said, and the others jrunted and started on When they had disappeared in the gnow we got out of our cramped posl- tion and prepared to scurry home, | climbed the fence and looked after them. “Humph!" I said, “'f guess that basket fan't for the hungry poor I'd give a Good dit to Know '—— Then 1 turned t to be left as you are.” at her, “for people t to-morrow to look at’ erk. She came through at that and wi lay together in the snow and Ilke t burst a rio laughing “You'll never be a prince Mir Patty," | declared. “You low minded.” She sat up snd straight ened her seaiskin on her head "L wie,” she sald unpleasantly wish you Wouldn't alway» in dis agreeable things, M And sho Was # the hous) Mise irog ners came that night as I was putt water bottle to bed, ln a & nue with a band of fur ar neck--Mies Sunimers, not the hot water bottle, “Well!” she sald, sitting the fuat of the bed and sturing ot me Well, young woman, for @ peraua wa wrapper the low course, 1 ° 0 ° ° In Mandalay one occasionally aees the | back the bier of the deceased, Around this goes on much singing and chant-| while funeral of some particularly holy monk. For some days there {s a general |ing of the praises of the holy man. Finally the rejoicings are brought to| Why. America’s Greatest Woman Humorist Into the pocket and brought up a You never } “And another tht ver bad any r ing Doky Cart sanatorium 1 ned ov ack of f nly s 1 sud and la Minni Mir fo As wand boxes the wadows! ‘ourre th maw w ash t that wret * who #aid, only red-hatred > didn't look am the devil 1 you She reached down of her dressing gown 1 clearette and a mateh, fooled for # mine {at me over the match. reared ea! Intention of marry. er and rats would u fee) that “Tve gone through woman [tn the Inst 8 falling from tte wa end half the the and a dave." er and put her cigarette ny cellulotd mirror, and he threw back her head » walt, between fits, dresser. as tT live Vil never ¢ hed voy’s face’ And And the Mankets over a rafters! Listen!" in hand. yourselves, Thoburn cellulold that minute, and she poured t) tents of my And Mr, oe on the lawn mow she sali. drains has got to take you young peor? You're not able to look after I'm fond of Alan Mere. for one thing, and I don't care to * & manatorium that might have beon t ehild of my solicltude kidnapye! as a summer hotel by | A good fat man tw ver» y wood, Minnie, but when he is bi! horrid" “Its too late," T objected feet can't get it now," Can't he!" she got up and stretching. mirror B nousand doliare!"* had to carry out » I began, but she “Bomebody *'t awe ‘Well, TH ta, te one that If we don't get buay he ‘ houwe empty in thirty-six ai DIM of sale on it in a blazed ip Water pitcher oor For the next hi ying water she told me what And the tarpaulln over -burn's scheme, and 4) our while I 6 of Wawers and hanging up my ek he knew «7! turned mig ould “Mae tee those necked | He | the n Twenty-four hours at least. I've treated that clock almost luke a defictent child, Don't you re- says the|an end with the burning of the elephant, amidst the cheers and yells of| nemnber how I sat down one evening @ ing from |childish glee of the assembly.” |fow months after we were married and out. Lemon peel will improve the flavor. Reprintet from the Feonomy Administration permission of the publishers, Dialogues Woodward. by The Fvess Publishing Oo, (The New York Evesing World), tied @ string to the pendulum and rocked back and forth for an hour @ half just to encourage the thi along? Haven't I tried moving {t in every corner of the house tn search of &@ perfect level for it te stané on? Haven't I gotten my clothes soaked In kerosene of the works? Dién't 1 even put my gold pocketknife under It one day to prop it up and then whea the blamed thing kept on ruasing @idn't I do without my weeks just because I elock’d stop if I took it out? j i t i e finished fixtn’ ‘on the floor an’ & ‘the littler one wusn't no goed bicycle so I threw it Drightens suddenly.) th aye back, pa. Don’t yuh think so, pat Mr. G. (eputtertng internally)}—! —=! y t Hut T went to ded finally, Jurt as Van Autyay hurt yody opened my ea erway curtoug scraping o fl I turned the light, t 4 halt dragging hand- solid silver on It eplace the one that CHAPTER XXVIUL 4 Cupboard Full of Rye. BAKNES came to me next * the ‘ ® gymnasium ) } y 1 you look J sy dow with fleas. _— nt neWing Bum Jar «ME OOOO POPPED PPL PPPLLDLODL SIDS ODDS SSS SLI L ALLL Mary Roberts Rinehart GaRAMA Author of “SEVEN DAYS" Pierce had taken away the candy case.) Doctor Barnes glanced around to # if there was any one near, and leaned further over “The cupboard isn't empty now! he said, "Not for nothing did I epend part of the night in Dicky-bird’s nest! Hy the way, did you ever hear that touching story about little Sally walk- ne up and laying an exg?—L see you have, What do you think is In the ipboard?" “L know about tt," I said shortly. ‘Liquor=in a case labelled ‘Books— Hreakable,’ ' 3ing & song of sixpence, a cupboard ful of rye!" he said. "Almost @ goal! Kut not only Hauora, my little friend. ChAmPAagne—cases of it--cavlar, canned » with truffles, lobater, cheoses, fine clears, everything you could think t tio, exotic and narcote. n cans and bottles, forgetfulnesa and katsenjammer, on, my suffering palate, to have to eave dt atl without one sniff, one alp, na nibble! ile'n wasting his money,” I aid. They're all crazy about the simple e lle looked around and, seeing no ene the lobby, reached over and too’ e of my handa. (To Be Continued.) 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