The evening world. Newspaper, August 22, 1914, Page 10

verde?” He entered the littie round veati- Dule, cheoked his het and coat, and was whirled up in the elevator to the ballroom. The head waiter, who had ‘once been at Voisin's, bailed him with respectfal delight. Lioyd greeted him with enthusiasm. The beginning of hie make-believe was propitious. He addressed the table potentate in French, questioning him of the suc- coss ef the establishment, in: graced the shining floor with especial exhibition dances. The first of his in- Quiries received the inevitable an- were, the third was more interesting. “Ab, Monsieur Wordon, you shall see something quite new. ‘La Belle Inconus,’ the beautiful unknown— she dances masked. Indeed, I swear to you, that when she come asking for an engagement she was masked, The management say ‘None of sat.’ She my ‘Watch me, Mealeurs,’ and she begin—like that—no music, no costume, In her street dress—one, two, three. They say ‘Mademolselle, your ewn terms.’ Ab, you shall see, you shall see!" ‘The enthusiastic Aristide had led him to @ small but conspicuous table and was bending over him solici- tously. Loyd gave his order and leaned bagk te view the room. It was crowded—women and men in elaborate evening rocked and) ‘gwayed to the of the dance. with Ito out tie Sem, leng-dngyed Dead, oy Yes You Have. ] CAN see lt. AINT NO MORE OFFEE, BUD— AND FINALLY You SEE A BED Sow. — TT ANT a PHENOMENON own music, urged the dancers on. “Good luck,” he said in a sweet Loyd, to bis disgast, was no longer| Volce of singular pitch. “May I join im Paris, as bis imagination hed] uf Goed. It is odd I find you fondly striven to decelve him. It|here alone—and 1, who am never Was all American to the Inst degree.| Slone—the two of us I am more It was with e pang of Jey that he! em pleased. I have a wish to saw a tall bioné man pass the rea| feel myself cosmopolitan to-night, cord barrier by the door, amd recog-| #% I come here—4 see—what 1 see.” gized Lorker the violinist—Lorker,| He weved his hand at the dipping, who travelled the world over with a/ sliding couples on the floor, “I feel “Btrad” and his own orchestra and|—well—you know, just disgusted, singers, giving delightful concerts ap-| Then I see you, parently quite independent of his; New York ts the booking agents, tarrying where he, loa, except in New Orleans and San found things to bis taste, despite the| Francisco, where one does not need box office, and ecorning flattering en-| to be American. i get a whiff of the gagementsa when the mood was on! grand boulevards, and yet—when ‘I him. So erratic was he and so much! find you—you are born in New York the creature of his own inclinations|—you meet me-—you feel the grand that he hed made a name for bim-/ boulevards, too—and I was born in self in private musicales—happy the! Bremen. The: is psyohology in hostess who secured him. It was a/that, too. Let us pray that the dan- feather in ber cap. He was perfectly) cer in the masque may not prove to capable of desying himself to the/be froi: Baxter street.” most exclusive house with a simple| ‘That's good champagne,” approved refusal, which, interpreted, always|Wordon. ‘There won't be such a jolly seemed to mean a alight—a refusal) lot of it to be shortly, Better take to demean the cause of art. On the) bubbles while ubbling’s good. other hand, he had not infrequently|, Lorker lifted bis glass and toasted im with @ smile, offered his priceless services to peo-|' “Himmel!” he exclaimed “that was ple wholly unable to reward him with gore. in = prepared to hope the best anything except hospitality and m la dame au m: pes thanks. ‘They are worth while”: nd there she exclaimed Loyd, t was his comment, He was al hear slender Geure ih atey gray &y rr peared on the floor. Her draperies dilettante in bumans--particulariy| were so inconspicuoualy colored that femme. s ad come as if by magic. Bbe had rdly been noticed until the spot Loyd recalied all this in a flash as|jight mowed upen Per, She seemed a the big, pale-haired giant slowly|sigantic moth, as she stood with crossed the room, With a quick | veiled head end winged arms before movement he beckoned him, wonder- | trom ‘9 grey velvet band that secured ing with a whimsical smile whether | the gause tet Suareea ihe reoredy Rg % her face; ey wav antennae-! oo ey oe ieee |Bbe whirled slowly about, slowly, and to be of the elect, yet the chiffons floated about’ ber at himself for the glow of eatiafac-|tenge, She waa moving fer mote rap- tion that invaded him, when Lorker’s| idly than the grace of her motions face lighted in greeting and he ad-|* She sete tom tncseet tana" Sea J aa she Fun for the Home and the Ride: Home J NEVA THE MUMPTH AN MBATHULTH YAAS BUD, HE eLLUS 01D HAVE A HANKERIN' ARTER VITTLES. wiv, WHILE HE WAS GRZow in’ HE ET TWicT @S MUCH. ¥ HH mH = Mn) A IINUUAL = ‘ of her velvet bodice, displaying 4 skull marked in paler tones» fleeting [ote gd that was lost again in the itter of rt draperies. “The death's head moth, by Jovi Lioyd exclaimed. ‘She's got origin- ality all right.” ‘The figure circled the room rapidly; ghe seemed to float above the floor. The darting motion ceased altogether, the moth drowsed on the nigh: wind, “How do you like it, itlemien 7" Aristide leaned toward them, quer- tiontng as one questions the coanv!- . t is the fifst time she dance . She request the man- patant!" said Wordon. “The rerest thing I've seen.” It's got the very spirit of in- trigue," Lorker affirmed. “It's the queerest thing of ita kind I ever saw. I got a notice about It in my mail— that’s why I came, it took my fancy. J wonder, by the way, how they got my a4 s—I've just moved, You must have a live advertising maa.” He’ spoke absently, for he was more than occupied with dance. “That's a good trick,” he exclaimed, fs before a black velvet curtain at the far end of the room what ap- peared to be a burst of flame sprang up, It was only a clev ncauled contrivance of electric ind ovl- rips of allk that waved and only ,a puff of intermittent t for @ moment gloomed its nd was gone. But tho ef- tartlingly that of new flame. Thg moth circted nearer ag@pnearer. The der Rody, wea, cubload sharply against the * was no longer a Tance, it was tageay itself. The music was conventional, a Chopin valse that has been used over and over for the ballroom; but the inter- pretation lent it new meaning, The moth fought the flame, the wings touched the flaring thing, they drooped, the waving antennae were alive with pain, and still the broken, pertures a Senet ae. Rane nearer the n 4 lower, wrth feeble ored mittered steam t brillianc fect wa kindled army worms! HUMPH| COMPPRED TO WHAT iTesT SEG THEYRE NUTHIN' BUT, HAPPEN To 66E THAT COW SCUTING of “THE THISTLE, SINGING LIKE A CANARY tt = Novelettes of the New York Streets == t Upper pie 5 ly Flight of b at the foot of the blazing lure. The spot light turned biue—purple —went out,, The Mame dic ‘as some moments bé@fore the recovered its breath, ‘There sudden burst of talk and hur- ricane of applause, for they had thrilled in spite of themselves, Had the management ever seen a rehearsal they would have forbidden the performance with 4 “N h the * But baving got by them they weré more than willing to stand for the approval, “Sure, the art stuff ie what we're huntin’ for, This thing we pulled off takes ‘em like them Princess Theatre thrillera— good stunt, hey?” They were receiving congratula- tions in the foyer, ho is she? How should we know? We pays her salary and lets it go at that, She's no cheap one, either. Lorker still sat at the table with Wordon. His eyes had never moved from the black curtain at the end of L the room, The moving pictures of idiocy and fatuousness that giided py him ‘in the Mexixe seemod not to exist for him. Wordon looked at his friend, “She's got you going, old man," he faughed. 1 don't wonder. Suppose we try and buy an introduction off our friend : “And find her some taper-nosed, Grammar-chewing creature, No, that was worth whil at was some- thing even great in its little way. I wonder where she learned it; for she was taught; these things do not in- vent themselves—they are learned. Yes, and there's no harder thing in the world to master than such a pan- tomime aa that. 1 wonder—I wonder —_—" trailed off—"“who was There's contact with there, and women— r original, They re- fect some man.” Wordon demurred. “That taneous to me, Lorker, sleted. "You are techniqu cause you are a violinist. Do you her maater, real genius women are ne’ they | mean to tell me you don't forget your teahnique and play—out,of yourself {oqfou sheer inaprration tt “Some man stage-managed that, he said with finality, and beckoned Aristide to his aide. "I'd like tory,” he said, slip) ready palm, about her? Who's ber backer?” Aristide shrugged regretfully. “T know nothing—nothing; does Monsieur Veyot or Monaleur Meyer. They sce her dance—they say ‘yea'—she comes in @ taxi—she goes in a taxi—perhaps {it is the same taxi, perhaps not. At any rate, every night the numbers are different. Where does go? Who knows? A moth, mon- ‘vho shall tell of the fight of eh oth? rker frowned, "That's a joke"’—— ‘Aristide flushed angrily. “But no—but no. Let Monsieur Lorker question the management,” end Aristide stalked away shen, “Does she dance again?” Wordon inquired of a passing waiter. ‘The man paused and gianeed at the ornate Louts XIV. wall clock. “In twenty minutes a new sumber Lost Boul. |. “She has a strange he sald. “‘Who- s! ber swift, bare feet passing without sound over the polished floor. Bke paused, ark, as if in terror. quiver ran over her body. stronger, revealed her yet she remained a Her arms were her brea: opened thi moved rh; ly. “Asu's death. playing very softly, as if a shadow melody. Slowly her arms wide. She moved, a gleam broke the vague color of peries from throat to hem. Tt @ vision of sudden death. Then she danced once mere, blown between the merciless: A apirit dashed in space by Fate. Suddenly she stopped rectly in front of Yorker don, Again the shudder, too great, and eating Once more that re red gash >’ A 5 g Li g re i vt ii & & i tened in fi heard of bringing auch things | lke Broadway, what Shall wo ou call “trot- if you could drive either of us a’ I'd stay if I the lost soul was going to haunt @p, hi Bei turn’ thelr Panis Me pert erm. “Let's get out before the gel Rghto A thetr mummery. ed said the violinist nervous. | "20. ly. “This crowd bores me. Tell Aristide not to let our table get away from us, and let us smoke a cigarette in the foyer.” They killed time absentmindedly im white and gold gingerbread sar- roundings. Lorker was troubled; his cigarette went out a half a dosen times. Wordon watohed him with amusement. “It's time for the ghost dance,” he announced, Let's be getting back to the bald-headed row.” ‘The tango was just reaching its tinkling end when they reached the hall and found their places end a about her. curtain, ke @ spirit new-born into the strengen, hereafter, one clue no one tho murder, but nothing ‘coras of it meant nothing to any one except: = Gon and hehe Was human Re aoan’ | want to be brought On the table by