The evening world. Newspaper, January 3, 1914, Page 9

’ “S’Matter, Pop?” w Romances of Models, % “ By Famous Artists ._ Copyright, 1914, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), CLARENCE F. UNDERWOOD and the Snake Charmer. HE legend of the snake charme: began Mr. Clarence F. Underwood, the artist, in relating the romance of one of his model: as no dowbt crept into the majority of studios in New York City, Not that the enake charmer posed for many artists, for that would not have been in tune with her temperament, but as she was unique she ‘was naturally: talked about, jarcia was @ creature of most intense fancies and ‘sions, and the artists for whom ehe consented to pose 4 could flatter themselves that she had an appreciation of thelr work and also liked them personally. “Her figure was the most unusual I have ever seen. Her great length and @imness swayed into gentle enake-like curves if she moved ever so slightly. It @eemed only natural that she should have the power to hypnotise the reptiles whom she reminded one ao strongly. had a remarkable power of concentration and endurance. With her held above her head in a position so diMcult that another girl could not have remained in it a half hour, Marcia would stay without filokering an eye- lash or moving the least bit sometimes for three hours at a until the artist from sheer exhaustion would have to stop his own work. She would even Tefuse to use the arm 8 suspended from the ceiling over her head. ‘Marcia and her stmkee were i demand as a novel form of entertainment at teas and parties, and one day a young newspaper man came to get the story of the snake charmer. Others than enak charmed by the fascinating girl, and ¢rom the day he first saw her the young writer was a devoted admirer. She was not a woman essy to win, A man had to fignt and strive for her esteem. ‘ +—— Py Ethel Watts Mumford 6—A Waverley Place Bohemian im tists am % halt thought grew, {nto & recaltection— . where had te read that story, only re- The Story of a Near-Tragedy in the Greene camiy, toot ‘an. yes, 1 tad been tn atl ich Village Art Colo oe Pt, ee tee tol es story of the painter fou jead in wie lage ovony. Mousnestts Studio, surrounded by ents: terpleces, is work, his great, unheraid- @eomingly endless stairs his resent- ‘ed triumphe. The pictures he had never ment grew. een willing to submit to the pulling In the Slough of Despond. crittotem of a jury of his tnfertors. All ‘Alas! it was only too sadly true that Paris had gone wild over these treas- Genius was an outcast in thie great ures. Ah, how right he had Let tre] city. What was the wo of trying—but ™&n. how very right, Wihy, indeed, oss what was the use of living without try- ee 2 he, too, were Gend) the ing? A flaring gas Jet on each landing name and fame of Valentine Gress whistled tronicatly at him. His own would fll world—too late. They hallway was dark. He fumbled along would realize they had killed the song the passage and shoutdered open the bird, shattered the lamp of knowledge, door of the studio. The big window Quenched the flame of inapiration. Then good oki Vincent would say: forming the whole front of the room Soom okt Vineet weit ain, poor ‘oy. let In the wan light, making the cosy Takes le, epartment seem vast and empty. Val- rs ieee tid heave thn every entine drew out a box of matches, lit encouragement.” one, let It flare and go out. No, he did Then, at last, that judgment would R not want to eee: rather would he sit be vindicated. Well, and why not? in darkness, fit companion for inepira- What waa the use of going on? He had tion ignored, genius spurned. 0 more m and he would not stick av “AM this time he was climbing the ladder of success in his profess: Again he made the trip to the lower hall and carried the ‘ast of the can. back to the hardware rade! dle gorge vases back to the studio, He softly t- what? toed by each landing, for the house was Geif-pity that was keen pleasure in iti fet out in separate floors as many Very ache thrilled him througy and the strata of the artistic fraternity, each gaunt. oblong of the doorway Reld him responsible for pis or her floor alone— fascinated. Slowly ‘he rose, with the Noi stiff! but sure movements of hypnotic light, heat, holgd in the stalr-carpet and suniect. About the walla he hung tri all the rest of it. Valentine feared to Poiected pictures. ‘The most smbitio ‘see a door open, and to be hatled by one canvas he placed on the easel, dragging of the lodgers and asked what he was jt where the first light of dawn would How could he tell them the find it and delicately illuminate ite ‘Then, with another ot blueh, beauties. The darkness offered no ob- suured himeelf that they doubtlesa stacles. He knew every foot of floor knew of his rebuff. Guiltily he and wall space by heart and he did not urried by each friendly door, feeling want to look upon his work again. Tho fe only in the gloom of his own lust of creation might oe born of the look, the craving for light and color himself into the depths of and atmosphere. ‘Morituri Salutamus!"’ ‘woman. When he finally won her consent to marry him she was no lees proud .an@ happy than he. Recently: Marcia’s husband has been appointed to the place @f efitor-in-chief of one of the most popular publications in the country. *@he. Yascinating enake charmer made a match qould wish for, and her husband married a woman ag charming as man could hepe to find.” The New York Girl Does She, or Doesn't She Make a Good Wife? Coprright, 1914, by The Prees Publisht (The New York Drening World), GREGG slowly climbed the —_tron-balui traded stoop of an old- fashioned house in Waverley joaging. place. Far down thestreet He thre’ By Sophie Irene Loeb ‘an easy chair and tried to steady him- » ike a red wound, pulsed the Si Meried to Mil hla soul with salutary ‘Copyright; 1914, by The Press Publishitg Co, (The New York Evening World). da: . “ “ y'a fe away. Overhead a pall of : ot. A painful thought to nie satin! ‘i MAN sighing himeelf “FR. 0." sits alluring glitter ts constantly before} cloud drooped dismally, and the arc vader ig Sia eae write Vinson -brimmed ha! guns ites to The Evening World: | her, and the oft-propounded possible} iignts of Washington Square gleamed g003 old Vincent, who had go kindly burn hair, ewung into by “1 have read about men who'l pitfalis confront her—for this very rea: fone him the studio during his absence cherished cape-coat with the velvet © said they could|son when she does decide to become a| Ke shostly eyes In the gathering “Vincent, whose careless generosity hed 3 made him whistle Mi not find a New Rot do so with full{dusk. These thoughts crossed Valen- made his work possible; he who had ‘song from ‘ and sought w vas very y! v future the street—the dear old street. He York girl who| knowledge and willingness to give up| tine'’s mind, for he was very youn always believed in that great y Valentine had himself eo often and 80 walked to the square and back ai sulted them, Men|the attractions and distractions of|very tired and wholly discouraged. Nit" Oh eaiea He must be told of ty the little V-nhaved playground at the others for the attention of one? He could only think in terms of death the failure of all the efforts, the fruit- western end, back and forth, back and being extravagant,| What a elmple matter it is for a girljana 4 ter. Jessness of all the labor Laight of forth, glancing at the old fashioned &c, 1 wish to dif- ork, beautiful, ss, di- course, he'd feel sorry, good old Vincent, Uriek’ houses—all old landmark: fer from this. | for until her wedd'ng day, to take her wee Ore Hie eee ean aces Se and probably his faith in hia friend's ing olg friends. place in @ man's home as a good wite|roy wn? : » {alent had already ebbed to auch an Nery tye Langtese, the tl girls here in New| Should, and “live happy ev had been returned en masse by & excess that thladlow would kill It out- 144 thelr dwelling, with a worksh York who would blind, asinine, ignorant, dry-as-dust, right. cuddled in the back yard. Over there ys g Valentine got up and walked ‘Ne sux Linthauer, the Soelalist cartoonist, make splend id| smoothly and nothing comes to mar the} Dromidic, academic, hide-bound jury. seal) oft Rieti: iene: Oae jax Lin’ . i wives. I am| Marital existence! Their manifold merits disrogarded, tae WOT fs Leer Mey, defied the Held forth with vitriolic gen. Across twenty - six years| A woman who has extravagant tastes |canvases ptood in the ‘hall, etacked wishes of a worthy famil: ind thrown old, married nine| in New York will have them anywhere, | like biscuits in a box. Valentineknew down a perfectly good opening in the months ago, and| But she who practises economy in the| they were there, knew of their return. Hasdwrere Dunlneng. 108, ope, othe AS as have @ wife who would rather walk|sreat metropolis can aczomplish it bet-| Now he must wearily struggle up the Beaten at your self-nelected game, ‘locks than have me spend car-| ter there than elsewhere. four flights of stairs with his unap- ‘mole hills Ghe is economical, of a happy| Everywhere there are good wiv Just artl Gaposition and is, in fact, a wite that|bad wives; but the girl of New York|Preciated gems of art, Hot shame ma Porcello, the futurist, over by the rec- any man would be proud to have. Sure- | has at least the advantage of being bet- | burned in lain cheeks; he tried to think (79. 2 Ting of imp tory: Jeannette Tulay, the eoulptor, neer ly 3 am not the only individual of mil-| ter able to cope with conditions as they |!t was shame for the blindness and had locked together about him I bey fear eeasy at cidien Vanes a Uons ja New York who is blessed with| come than Is her sister of the email bigotry of that jury, not his own bit- goblin hills of Childe Roland, goodby to them all. “Moriturl aalu- the right woman for a wife. town. She sees life in various phases|ter mortification at rejection. Blockness and a Resolve. tamus.” He dragged the forgotten Latin Certainly not! R. D. ts not the only} and can’t be blind to the things as they | — surc must bi 1 to rejection ¢ ellence and solltude of the big from his schoolboy past and repeated iy rely he must be use; jection; The el le an tiem ‘Dleesed with the right woman for| are. Therefore she usually takes up|it pd happened often enough, Only atelier got on his nerves. Ie longed to the sonorous eyllables, “We who are & wife.” Contrary to the opinion in|the duties of wife with seeing eyes—| once had he known the joy of seoing & in the attic, but he bbout to die salute yor anita ita * New York and elsewhere there is much | and sometimes very far-seeing. his work well @ung, but thet joy had Was Berent and | 18 paused oe RS Gigunted the Si " J misunderatood man, and swallowed the into his own house, Tears blinded his td be qed in favor of the New York} The New York bachelor need have no| been tempered by the proximity of infanttle tears, though they choked in ‘a8 he swept the beloved street with @tti—especially as‘ to attributes that|/qualms about the New York girl. She|cubistic and futuristic effusions of the his throat. Throwing himself face down a last farewell glance, Then with burat- make for worthy wifehood. fs not found wanting if she meets Mr. | brush at which even his modern spirit on the dig divan, he stared ahead of him ing heart he fled up the stairs, entered ‘While the Great White Way with all! Right. had rebelled. As he mounted the at the black oblong of the doorway open- the studio, and with but @ glance at the woes the way Colt, the portrait painter, and Boyd, the lecturer; four reporters Ten Eyck, the vio- “Phe Evening Wo rid Dai ly Magazine, Saturday, January 3, 1914. Novelettes of New York Streets Good old Vincent for another dollar, Go 4), , ette and brushes, equ ja tube . lying on the table. They were Sisesteg ope rane era ——— ‘ : TN SO NRT TS SR Bae 1 er pi ANY Feciad ta: PIGHT ToClAnee His Mind. Make the Best of Your Looks By Liane Carrera (Anna Heid'e Daughter.) inet perp ted pled we ane Copyright, 1014, by The Pree Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), ) too big and heavy. Thi no quicker sg graverations, ware, iad cane ‘of getting @ headache than to weer je closed the windo' Q 1 pounds of every crevice with handkerchiefs and petra f edgroncalicaly at thn Gee a neckties grabbed at random from the wales tn the ver" bureau drawer. ie clos th the . forehead. doors and carefully stuffed his clothes think women to-day more sen along the cracke—then turned both gas atbie about their neckwedr than they Jets on in full and threw himeelf upon were a few years ago. How can aay. the bea CRY i The alr are 7 bear — wear a high atiff linen collar, or aleep clutched at tim. ity a ght collar—at least, if she ever —let him remain alive as long as he xi Py Sta Mobs a an aie y “4 could. ‘The greater, then, his abnega- Forres bv ged way te be ours a8 Suctarag tion. Sleep came closer, would not be ‘pushed away—snugsied down beside those ugly brown ‘nes around the him. He had one last flash of con- y throat ts to wear e round, soft, flat cel- eclousness —- How — comfortable — Ps lap which. decne't-entend above the oul! dying—was—— Why didn't— Valentine awoke with sudden full jon of all his facult! in and looked with amasement at his half-clad person. by bere ph secased him to retire booted, trou- fered and shirted? And, oh, the air whew! A Strange Awakening. ‘Then he membered—and realived toot} | he was dead. eavens! Cou! dead be just like fagrs on freer LIANR C4RRERA eo? He looked up at gan jets. ‘They were turned on full. He looked at X. Clothes. all hip precautions t alr, and NADORNED beauty may be mest found them intact. His flesh was solld. Deautiful, but es ‘Rastiy praes He rose and looked pack at the bed, tioal in the Ameri half expecting to see his body lying outside art there stiff and cold. There remained art museums, on the pillows only a dent, and it wag] Who is trying to make warm, He wes bewildered. Anyway, if|looks the question of clethes is he were a spirit he wanted to find out'te be an important one. what these nev eyss would eee in his ‘The frst thing that I require of ures. i je pushed open 7 anor the studio and looked abo ‘he light was atrong i clear—rather merciless, he thought. Why hadn't he stay: ve? He saw so much that needed Per- haps that jury had not Been so far! 7 never buy shoes « ajze oF two wrong after all. But the stuf Waal to, small for me Nordo I duy: hate t atuff—only It nesded more . : doing—and h thrown MaJife away, Mechanically he api hed his ‘pal- Ht ft H ; i f 928i i ; i tee i i i il rf i i i | two, mixed the colors aya ‘emaoked few bold strokes on the eanvas by the window. My! What a difference! With the fury of {nepiration he: painted, dragging the dislocated componition to- her with fearleswness and «Precision, “Tcan't re's nothing dead about threw back hie iiead and |, & fool for luck Hin eyes fell upon pile of letter to Vincent Pryme. With a pang o! remorse Valentine recalled that he had to forward the mail, Thi notice on the top missi caught his eye, He whistled, giggled Ike @ schoolgirl and tore open the en- unt ¥ Mr. Vincent Byrne: pogg ilaal Sea wae “Dear Sir—Your bill having re- mained unpaid for thres months, you hereby notified It @ cheok for $16.72 im not forthagming befor 16th inst@t our mar will remove|. « was the promot reply of the post- ter and ja.” master’ “She te comin’ dows oa ‘Thurs Mr, Angi Guam Valentine Gr —Philadelphis Evening Telegram, s nd this ts the 17t)'" he yelled. And Hi Wi Robbed. “Yea, teach’, 1 shor * endo willing, ahehy ; 4 le Was + | hand ‘inaged har cn with such seed as 80 eae - o te Gad, what luck! what luck! Oh, what an aas! Oh, what a fool HE amenities of political campaigning are|her stumble o ‘He sobered suddenly, and the ardent amusingly illuetrated by @ tory told by a | threshold. light glowed in his eyes. Southern Congressman, After the teacher's breathiem fight toward: “Gad! he suid again, "I bet 1 mm that during the mune of « clonde the little hand stopped tugging, wann't saved for nothing vere some years ago by John Sharp| ‘There Mees Scandale live," And he began to paint with renewed he was nterrupted’ by e| the horizontal arm end finger, “but dhe The Alps of the inaccessible alr sitting on the step," finshed the emlling had all become molehills. ‘] heen mbbed by pickpockets, 4 tye. —Pittaburgh Chronicle Telegra yb, == nnn @ just been | something had happened to his him didn't know just why, to the upper dirty mud throwing. 1 pre hallway leading to tae boy's room. He down to the office and fixed {t up with boy, “he ain't left the college for saw that the room was in darkness, but them. I've quit the Jcb!” good?” 10 the door was partly open. He waited with curious cyes to see “He's left his home, Jai ¥ ‘Oh, Jame: He pushed open the door and, turn- the effect of his words, but she made gone West, where he says he'll take a him again: ing on the electric light, stood staring no reply. She went on staring ints new naine and live his own life. He braing out space wivnout even letting iim know sald that after what was In the news- “My ‘boy that she heard him. paper this morning he couldn't stay He stood in the doorway stupefied. ~ the bureau were ‘ you glad, Martha?’ he asked, around here and look any one in the “Martha,” he sald after a while, his those of the writing desk, s James, if you are.” t head bowed with shaine, “I drove him contents scattered about. On the floor Her lack of interest hurt him more leaving his howe, you way?" out, didn't I? My boy!" were clothes, #h! than any one thing ie could remem- nd without any money,” she He spoke without raising his voice ber. returned as she went on weeping. “Ife No tears came to hin cheeks, He was Martha," he said with a lump ris- wouldn't take any not unother like @ child now, atill standing there his throat, “has John been cent, he sald, even if he had to starve!” mething to hap- 1% made his way to the street, torn up and thrown into a pil Her words came to Capt. Burke like buayed up with the purpos After & while, wondering wast “Yeu, James.” #ae answered with un- a blow. of his resignation. He was Burke returned to the lower certain lips. “He was here to-night for Marth,” he etammered, “I was —Keanan @aying 1 doing what he could for the flocr, where he found the boy's moth- dinner.” only getting the money for him!” jn About photograph. | He happiness of his boy, and whal er. She sitting alone at the ta’ "What did he—have to say?" In the silence of the room, which be- aaked the Captain as a perso favor mattered? Never any one side of her head in deep wad “He said he'd been to nee you this gan to pall on him, the Captain aome- {ther at home or at told himseif with only a rim of light from the tale afternoon and he was afrala, James, how got to his feet, intending to try lamp touching her white hair. She was he'd been rather cross with you. Ho» to get In touch with his boy. Burke had no feeling about the mat- But, Martha, he doesn't know’ he waid {f you did foliow his wishes he'd blow his rong. It was impatient of star'@: into space. was afraid he'd never been a very good “Did he say what train ‘he was go- ter, one way or another, He put on hin Bhe was a picture of ae. i gon to you—to elther of us,” he said. ing to take?” he asked, reaching for hat and overcoat and departed for the that td vt « Broken “There, mother,” he hastened to say. his watch, station hous d, and the rea: “Didn't I always tell you come "Yes, I believe it te the 10 o'clock He stupidly entered the borderiand and bounding on plain. cund some day and wee what his dad for Chicago.” of his precinct at an hour approaching @urves, It couldn't go any ti ni for him?” watch showed the hour midnight. when Broadway is a fairy- ‘as he went on suylng: "No more black type: ign of graf comment go unanswered ing ten. land of ic algna under the great throwing! race to the city"—-~ fa he went on. end him @ telegram on the black dome of t n and wom. out n Teaving the subway in the darker Ho slowly picked un the new he gone back to col he said, moving toward the ‘atreet of brownstone house fronts and put tt away, though not without 4 — “No—not back to coll fo @ulokene’ his pace, uplifted by the touch of game. He was thinking of thas he gone?” he asked at o‘he wan bearing home. Quitting the worde she had once uttered, Had He waited at the door. parade of care moved along the under fire? What did that matter? He she forgotten? left the city, "James, He did “James, he sald not to come after phat. He recognised a fringe of pick- was Going it for his boy! Martha.” he began with an effort not know just where he would go"-—— him." pockets and confidence men, but h ‘entered the house, took off his a9 goon as he became seated. “Martha, She put her handkerchief to her eyes. “What if he ai@ say sot” avoided the eyes of one and all. nasend augpeet and sanced om Be cons men's over he aw mane af Gis Mactan" Sa hentnet matt, Gena Me he asid—never te aame after was so lonser a mart of the evetem n P - 4 4 7 oa By C. S. Thompson STW, Ge tts a ue he chose to go hin way alone wits himseif, except-—he had almoxt for- sald, “remember, 1 #aid I'd never despair which comes to min gotten a gentle, white hairel woman. boasted of you as a father, and you= when for the first time he sees the Hy» dud always found her walting for you didn't say a word. Inatead, just world moving on without him him. "As he thought of th good she for my sake, you went down and quiter — was doing with her Mfe tie pistol fell under fire’ ‘Why, fatoer, if you'd only At the station house once more alt from his fingers and he suddenly buried done the right thing you would have ting {n the solitude of hix dingy office, his face in bla arms on the desk struck me down on the spot! But, the he heard the roil call of the desk Heu- Then the door opene? As he looked ft all over now, isn’t tt, and you'll tenant for the midnight detail, the an- up with misty eves he pehel! lis boy forgive me before 1 wo?” swera of the men, and finally tho standing before him ‘orgive you, my bor? Why, Jokme steady tramp, tramp of patrolmen The boy was breathing hesvily, Mimsthere int nothing to forgive.” marching Into the night—his men no checks were aglow, his white handa © The bey put out his hand longer. His heart welled up in his ungloved Father.” he said after a moment, throat, he stammered as he took “sive me your hand! Um proud ef He took out # blick cigar, touched @ : says she told you.you!” do pleked up the pa about my going away.” " Burke had a choking sensation In hia tthe big black "Yes," said the father, throat Presently ST got to the train, but I—oh, well, | “Proud of me?” said he proud of you, father, and there father, I couldn't go without first com- ‘ one thing more t want to ask 4 Ing to eee you!" along tho level stret Burke was wuddenly mado hy First of all, goere's mother» He know the cvuse of all the troubie john,” he wild, standing up, afrald for you to think of, and then sqme now--too late’ Ho was in wrong, That jest ho siiuld aay the wrong thing I shall want you to eome out West, was the one hard thing abeut Ife, It “ain't there anything I can do for you? both of you, and see what kind of man waa all a mixtake—hiv life, and Just Ain't you get to be in need of T've made of myself—you know, alone because he was in wrong at the by money without any help. T only hope yout! ning. He threw hie cigar away only His boy slowly shook his head. have reason to be proud of your bey!* half finished “Rather, haven't you done enough for Burke started to put out his hand After a while, reaching to his ‘hip me already? Why, mother haw been but as he made a move forward all at pocket, he took out a revolver which telling me just how much you' done once Ge took hie boy in his arms, There » r e4 for my sake, so as he held Aim to his heart, patting: tng. seven- there won't ever him on the Shoulder, he went on cry+ weapon up, throwing.” ing out: *“Jonn, my boy. all T have fe for you "My boy —if you want It Ail I think of—is he put before him on the desk. It was —that you'y a .38 calibre, shooter, self-repi My boy! ‘The rrel caught his eye and for the y moment held hun epellbound. Was he “You say that—efter this after- about to play the role of quitte: noon?” The doy turned away with ‘was ne ene to run owew from. be (old dewnesst “This afternoon.” be