The evening world. Newspaper, January 7, 1914, Page 19

. Be RL hig oy ” “A Thousand Years Ago” A Vivid Spectacle ees BY CHARLES DARNTON. bound to stand off a bit and consider a play with the title “A ‘Thousand Years Ago,” and then look up eome one who has geen it and ask, “What is it liket’ I can’t say I enjoyed this experience, but it was mine before I got a block away from the Shubert Theatre Iact night. ‘The nearest I can come to an answer that will serve the general theatre- @eing public is that “A Thousand Years Ago” is a very happy combination of “@umurm” and “Kismet,” both gone but not forgotten. It ie romance in \/& thousand colors, all as simple as Reinhardt, yet with a touch of Huffman that makes it vivid spectacle, strong in ite appeal to the imagination as it te to the less cultivated senses, In other words, Stage Director Huffman has taken Reinhardt in hand and made the most of him. , What all this will amount to in the end:remains to be seen. . Prophecy aside, “A Thousand Years Ago” ie well worth sesing, tf only) for the effectiveness of its scenes—dragons curling their tails on banners, drop- curtains dropping from nowhere, lamps that seem to draw their Nght from the ground, fantastic personages glowing like so many Chinese lanterns, and through it all music by William Furst that rises like the incense you scent as the story takes its eensuous course. It’s rather diMcult to talk about the play when all the time you're thinking of the producer, for, to be quite honest, it was Mr. Huffman who was in my mind most of the time last night. The one treuble with him was that he failed to lower the voices of the actors with the Mghts. With a little more sense of the Chinese character of the play) he might have done what Belasco did for the Japanese in ‘The Darling of the Gods." All that was needed was a voice to} say “Hus! @ hand to bring mre tery and glamour into the air—in word, “‘atmosphere”—aa old werd but 00d one! | It wasn't at all like a dream, even, when dreams came true in shadows form, But this may be corrected by keeping Henry E. Dixey from clapping his hands audibly. This te a small point, yet it robbed one of the beat moments of the play of the value that f@ found fn silence, The story was told with more than usual directness efter the vagabond players finished their | capera in an opening ect that made atandees of @ hundred or more nat- urally indignant late-comera, As one of these, I don't believe a manager should make a rule for big eudience— Dut that’s another etory. The story Peroy Mackaye has made from a Persian tale may er may not be @ version of “Turandot” es it was given in London, but strange as Mr. Mackaye may eeem In Oriental field of romance, he hae eucceeded tn Lepr » «=o ing “A ‘Thousand Years Ago” ap to date ray, Gey on Repeeerioe so far as a popular entertainment is eencerned. The one thing about his that I can’t understand is why) the clear-eyed Princess of Pekin doesn't @t once that the lover who touched her heart as a beggar with @ beard Calaf, the clean-shaven Prince of Astrakan, are one and the seme, If she his eyes so weil, y didn’t she know the rest of him without e beard? this ts the day of the safety razor! t for the hitch mentioned, the play moved smoothly, and when pretty ame to Calaf's bedchamber in the guise of @ harlequin to die he talked in his sleep, the bed and the Holbrookbiinnish ease ‘which the Prince accepted the situation made me say to myself, “Am I or back at the Princess Theatre?’ How Turandot could hope to get im her “resting room" was another question, for the scheme of decora- @uggested a Chinese firecracker filled with the greatest: enthusiasm, @ Pekin us, The story was largely a guessing contest, for the ‘Prince risked to read the answers to riddles tucked away in three caskets, after the Ghakesper -e followed when he wrote a certain olay associated with the market. Althpugh the actors showed no sense of Chinese character, talking at the princess must, in the nature of things, remain @ Chinese L tep of their lungs as actors will, they at feast succeeded in reaching their eudience. Miss Rita Jolivet, who danced in “Kismet” and then went to the opera for @ few nights In ‘Where Ignorance {!s Bilse," was a pleasing and graceful) Turandot. But with less Jung power she would be very much better, As the capering player who wore @ crown for a day and saved tis head from adding to the ghastly decorations of the Gate of Pekin, Mr, Dizey gave a nimble performance from head to toe, even though he was @ bit smug about ft, and made the most of the little humor the author had given him. In @ dance of victory, different from Electra’s as the tango te from the minuet, Mr. Dizey: showed that his legs are as young as they were when “Adonis” first ran 44 tighte, With @ good voice and an air of youthful romance, Jerome Patrick wag ® Prince that any Chinese maiden might have considered charm- ing, and heplayed that Princess-Theatre acene with Miss Jolivet very well Tt t@ not for @ mere onlooker to go into detall when a scene of this rick Warde, who played the Emperor as made, Incidentally, Joseph Betty Vincent's Advice to Lovers Now I have heard that another man !s Paying her attentions, Will you advise me how to go about this matter?” The aimplest way ts always the best— and don’¢ wait too long, "Yedding Presents. “H, G." writes: “Is it proper for me 2 give a wedding present toa sister of me of my friends who !s soon to marry? I know my qfriend and his family well and have met his elster —-. "J, BY writes: “Will you kindly let rad times." me know when a girl becomes @ young \Gertainly you mgy give her a wedding | iaayo resent. place at the‘age of elshtesm. A girl of ‘this age @ weualy considered « “young sn he Evening’ “S’Matter, Pop?” w SEEN DO You KNOW, OFFICAH — (Hay@ OFTEN NOTICED How BIE AND HANDSOME YOU Look ON DUTY. YOU HoLd uP YouR. HAND ws5T UKE “HE STATUE OF creeery! WHAT A HUSBAND You'D MAKE FoR, SOMEONE 1 BET You NEVER PRopOsE) TO Ace! Diamon SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTEHS. w MA,You Just OUGHT Tp Have WONDERFUL / ny too, for Billy said it, was, “That fe THe | The aight fairly caved me in. It was @ great deal worse than if the money had been stolen, The thought thet instantly struck me, and Billy, the low certainly had plenty of time, and what's more, I det he wee waiting for u ¥ “He was," sai@ I with conviction, of catching at the foot of the bed for aup- ch Mf port; and I didn't need any more proof Fert right—mo CHAPTER IV. (Continad.) I See Through the Plot. BH hed ejaculated, “Love and potatoes! You did have a hunch!" and stood looking the devastation in stupid won der while I snapped on afl the electric lights in my study, which communicates through an arch ‘with the dining-room. “I say—you did have @ hunchi” he repeated in the tone of saying that my hunch had caused the devastation. T pulled off ves—I must gee if the diamonds @ safe—just touch we the end of my fingers, and I'd now—— “T didn't do tt with a hunch, Billy,’ said I, and 1 stooped to pick up a table dra: and e!'de it into place, for there considerable barricade detween me and the hyacinths that were now out of my reach, "I didn't suppose you did," Billy was generous enough to admit. “I did it with @ piece of unmitigated ™ folly" —— “Bay—where 414 you leave the caeh?" he questioned quickly, and I remem- bered the $600 that I'd forgotten for the moment, Five hundred dollars @ worst, and I'm afral Billy struok a match and went down the hall, Then I saw the electric Might ‘luminate the doorway end heard Bulyt “Love and pumpkins! Say—come here—quick!" I rushed after him, without waiting In social circles where the coming-out | to see if the diamonds were safe. He party ie customary this, function takes | pointed to the bed: “Will you look at toa the bed covers had teen thrown @@ and on the mattress lay the $500, spread cut in rome of tens and Sves! I stammered, “Billy, 4, r@ than that thet my hunch or intuition coming up in the elevator had been eur was waiting for me, nd counted the Billy g money, dollars. “Now what—e you make—of that?” he meditated, I knew what I mede of it, but for Mrs, Delario’ ke I did not tell Billy. He handed th “Th more to this,” standing !n the door, Billy looked at me in astonishment. “Suppose he's here,” I whispered; and my teeth were fairly chattering, “Suppose he's in the kitchen, nid- ing ?"'—- “That's what I'm going to find out.” “And euppose he killed yout" retorted Biny, “AN righ it him!"" 'm no coward, ony bod: We ened, but heard nothing. Then he opened the bathroom door—nobody there, And with that he marched ight to the kitchen door and back to in @ flash. “You open the front door and get ready to yell bloody murder {f anything hapnens,” he commanded, “No, Billy,” I returned, coming to my senses and pulling out my hat-pin that hed already once done duty that day. “I'll get ready to do bloody mur- der.” : He flung open the kitchen door and we went In together. Our mysterious burglar had van- Flew the coop," eaid Billy sadly. ‘And I might have caught him if I'd } been @ minute sooner. Just my luck.” He pointed to the open window as he spoke, He leaned out now and peered into the lawer darkness, then shut and locked the window. “I was just @ little bit too late,” he sighed, Billy was nothing if not game but I thanked heaven that he was “jus & little bit too late” if the man were monsieur, yen window He grabbed my arm and steered me to the dining-room Derthed me in the chair I'd just let! hered up It was all there, five hundred DF . ACTUALLY, He STOOD SQUARELY, ON 415 FACE OW, YOU'RE wWST Too ROMANTIC! You'Re like A GALLANT MEDIEVAL KNIGHT — SO IRRESISTIBLE. “Get me @ glass of water, Billy.” “Bay, this is news-—news—NEWS!”" he chuckled, while I drank. “Myste- rious robbery of well-known authoress, —oh, I aay, thie is news!" He took the glass to the kitchen and eame back with @ notebook in his hand, T stumbled to my feet and got him by the shoulders. “Billy Rivers, this ts not news! “Not news “Nol By Nfe, it's not fe Of eiviliz whistled and that sald he'd make allowances for shattered nerves and soothe the aged; with this he eald, “Well—but—you know."— There isn't any ‘well, but,’ Billy, if you value my life.” “Oh, it ien't #o bad ae that,” he flung in. “Not a living soul must know of this til I tell it, Do you understand?” But his profession clung to him lke pip ancerclothen, not to be removed by “Well, but,” he began again, “a rob- ery like thie—and of you"—— w over “What was “A gearoh. “Geo whiz! 1 delleve you're right,” he br cried, look'ng about again, with a n light in his ey. The sideboard dr; were most of them at our f. ailver waa in confused pilea, but see! ingly all there, “I @ay—the plot thickens! This - « real mystery!"* “Billy,” I added, "I promine to tell you erything—if I ever can, I may not be to—some one else is involved" —— jon't say any more,” said Billy with 8 fine air, taking up his hat. I remem. dered then that he had come for papers— George would be looking f ome evi- dence of my truthfuine: and 1 snatched up the first sizable book I saw my German dictionary, though I didn't hat t was—and @ bunch of odd and thrust them into Billy's ind got him out and George up in spite of protests that I ought not to stay alone after that. And I may add emed satisfied with Bit) oMce”™ that young men t up in the dead of night for ponfleroua tomes, He asked Billy what his book waa, and Biliy replied it was “tho most important work in the German language.” I closed the door and put up the chaia- Ddolt, and seeing my clothes all in a heap, went in and bung them up and threw the blankets on the bed. I turned out aly the tights Gut one. And threugh- ee Copyright, 1914, by The Prem Publishing (The New Tort Bventng World.) i ‘4 World Daily. Maga zine ~Wednesday._—tlanuary—2,1944——— ww Tve SEEN PERFORMERS +EAds SAND On THEIR BuT I NEVER sAWw ONESTAND ON HIS FACE! TRULY (5 WAS =F 9 women of the United FAVORITE RECIPES OF AMERICA’S FAMOUS WOMEN The favorite recipes of famous tates are printed in The Evening World on Mondays, Wednesdays ond Fridays. Many of the dishes described have won national renown. Mrs. Ellworth R. Bathrick. (Wife of the Congressman.) Coffee Cake. NE cup each of molasses, sugar, O butter and strong coffee, two cups flour, one teaspoonful soda, one sup chopped raising, two eggs, apices to sult taste, Salad Dressing (Without Oil). IX the yolk of four eggs, one tea- spoon each of salt, sugar, with & half teaspoon of mustard, two tablespoons of butter and eeven table- spoons of wWinegar. Cook over boiling water, atirring until it thickens. When cool, add one cup of cream and just be- fore serving add the beaten whites of the eggs. This is especially Gne for fruit ealed. ‘Mix all together and bake hour, Dandelion Wine. quarts of bicesoms, without stems, one gallon of water; tet almmer an hour on stove (de not bell); cool, strain and ad oranges, three eliced pounds of sugar; boll utes; cool, cake of Fletechman's Jara, cover tops with cheesecloth leave for two or three weeks, or peppe half a Oopright, 1914, by The Pras Pubttuhing On, HAT! no—it cannot be— W Bless me, ‘tis gurely shel ; Beautiful atill—ah, met How the time passes! Years, cruel years, have eped, Hopes that once bloomed are dead; re’ And, with a twinge, I case ‘Wistful, thro’ mem'ry's haze, Back to the golden days, Sweet, but uncanny. One season's blissful thref\, Love's rosy coronal; Then the collapse—that’s all— Dear, blue-eyed Fanny! ‘Twas in @ bygone June, Low hung the dusky moop, at fifty-two d Cut Diamond Be A New York Romance of Laughs, Thrills and Treasure | Ed B out all these operations I kept asking myself, “Did he get the diamonast" CHAPTER V. Mrs. Jimmson Again. AWOKE tn the early dawn, end stilt it hadn't come back te me about the diamonds; but what did swoop on me with @ rush wae that Mrs, Jimmson was coming to clean and woutd be there not @ minute later than 4.30. She had asked to chang ir day that week to Tuesday because she was going to & wedding on Friday, and I had been glad to have her do it so I could go away for @ week-end myself if I got through my proof. And ghe'd be here at eight-thirty! “Heaven help us!" I cried, hopping out of bed and alipping on @ kimono, “It ahe gets hold of this robbery I'm done for—I'll eee my name in the papers to- morrow gure!” I knew I couldn't cork Up @ny such romantic secret as this in her—i¢ would burat the bottle before morning. So I muat get the place in order, no matter what ‘With feverish haste I got the Dack In the cases, hit or miae as th came to hand, the pictures hung and the roome dn order, The kitchen wae in 4 state! I gave an apprehensive glance at the window as I scraped up apilied kfast food and threw Wt In th - can—I knew how my unpleasant Viaitor had got out and wondered how he had got in, but I wasted no time thinking of it, I was soon enough to know, however, ly finished with the kitohen pening the*bathroom door to clear up there when my dear Jimmeon rang, I let her in, My bath refreshed me and I was clothed and somewhat near my right mind when I came out of the bathroom, I had called out to her, Just before I sot into the tub, asking her to make my coffee and get ready the rolls and butter, and she was occupled in setting my tray and did not hear me as [ passed the kitchen door, ‘Thus I had Ume to see what lay on the dining room before she told me, It was a long, thin dagger, sharp as ® razor, I caught my breath, How had it come there? Mra, Jimmson pulled open the kitchen door and bounced out just as I had taken the dagger in my band. That's what I found on the kitchen floor back of the wcrap basket,” she could, when | heard a man's votce York, why hadavs he telephoned me of =" exclaimed, Her eyes were rolling, -Muout my name, followed by the words come up to the house? “ IT managed to pay carelessly, "Yea" “specin) delivery.” I wish I could say it flashed over me my new paper knife I was wondering where I'd dropped it. I wish you'd bring in avy Oreakfast—I'm in a tre- mendous ‘a thia_ morning. ‘Then I made another discovery: ences My looked atthe Stare sang in perfect tune— One heavenly chorus. has steered eafely through Three straight diverces. ane ‘Bunker revolver was gone. And at that mov ment I heard the sound ofa latch-key working in a door, I thoight It was my own, and dashed out and threw it unknown to m of tearing open Jimmaon sank o: chair and be- wan to wi * You didn’t tell me,” she murmured, “If you had given me the tip, now— told me you valued them"—— ~ “Do you think I have to tell dis prie vate affairs to you?’ I erted hotly, “I hope I'm @ friend,” ghe interrupted at the word. “If I'@ seen any rea- son"—— It's not your place to see reasons"e~ @he took a step toward the kitchea at the remainder—“but to obey orders. I'm under no obligation fo give you why I value flowers or why & ide, It was the Indy in the adjoining flat. Bhe sald, “How these keys do stick, sometimes! I wonder if anybody has been tampering with my lock.” Tampering with t ck! I cloned my door without thanking her for the Teminder—I had been in the oct of getting a new lock when monsteur called me to Mra, Delarion’ supposed death-bed. Oh, {f 1 only bad had it put on! Then I remembered that other key on Friday night—the ‘key working In my own door and that I assumed belonged to Mr. Man-down-atali i don’ The indignation faded out of her thiagg gloam of real intelligence took and this ts what she said I stopped for breath: m awtully sorry = touched th re Au true as I atand here & never once thought {t might be a gen- tleman friend give them to At last I was abl. the faded bunch of rid of Jimmaon. The diamonds were on nestling ornene the jet etems, — ” en caine & boy with @ telegram. hed had no chance yet to read or even to open my especial delivery letter. Now T opened both letter and Th ‘1 am @ didn't swear at mé », when 1 called out to him he had the wrong fiat: Mr. Man was—monsteur! IT flung on my wraps, tolling Mre, Jimmeon I had an errand out, and in leas than fifteen minutes 1 had @ lock- amith putting on a new Yale lock and exchanging tho small chain-bolt for the heaviest in the market, 0 the rtment ong the wall, to to the table—my ere and to get Ny the dining rvom, heart jumped and stopped; the bya cinths were not there! “What have you done with those hyacinths?’ [ demanded, as soon as I could control my voice. “You mean those faded things ia a ia on the table? ‘en; what did you 40 with themf T threw them out.” I caught her by the shoulders, twisted her round In her tracks and flung her through the door, I hurried into the kitchen Hastily | pulled out the papers and @ubbixh and dumped them on the floor and had just pounced on the hyacintha, when the front bell rang, Were the diamonds safe? I Gidn’t dare at the minute to investigate—I didn't dare even to be caught with them my hands, Suppose it were monsleur, coming now tn broad day- Hagntt The ring was repeated. Dear Jimm- non had recovered her fright suf- ficlently to face her obvious duty and IT heard her shuffting along the hall and opening the door, I gravbed up @ dit of newspaper and re up the bunch, cramming tt into ® shen saucepan on the shelf— fu operation T hadn't more than fin- ished, setting the lid on as softly as I nication aH the time would have put + in—the “to's and “the's;* and then, a ing was pery he'd meet me when bie office le just \ 0: around the corner from the station, and’ Y.7! he knows I don’t expect him to waste *7) time standing about waiting for @ train’ ~ that may be late, . The third queer thing was that there ¢ > | Was no business of mine he oduld be «1 needing to eee me about, and if tt were =» usiness of hia, ask Has @ favor. Long It was then that my eye elid up to the date and I eaw tt had been sent from New York, Well, tf he were in New Without waiting for Mrs. Jimmeson te decide if it were eafe to cal me, I stepped out and signed for tt, As I closed the messenger out 2 addrese—the weiting wes instantly thet thie was @ Cacoy to get me inte moasicurs it @tan’s fast te