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a | POSLAM WORKS WONDERS ON ANY AFFECTED SKIN THIRTEENTH EPISODE DESPOILING BRUTES (Copyeight by Conantidated Fike Corporation, 1818) STNOPSIS OF e PREOBDING BriGODES. hie Fi Heke 4} il chemical solied clothes that he wore when experimenting among his drugs, “What brings you up here, little eiri?” be asked. ‘I thought all your mornings were too busily taken up tn oing nothing to let you waste time she confided. “Out- @ide the sun is ebining gloriously. And the wind ts from the south. And ‘the birds are sings.” “"Yoa?" be prompted as she paused. well?” “Well,” replied Florence, “that'e the news. I came all the way up here to tell you. Because I knew you'd never, never find it out fof yourself in this dingy old laboratory. ‘The day is too lovely for working ever a lot of ailly experiments. I've somewhere. Anywhere et all, as as it ie out in the sunshine, But Ta rather go horseback riding than anything else.” “I'm busy, darlin, ing to @ spoiled child. haven't time to leave my work to- re door interrupted him. She noti ‘with curiosity the look of worry that orossed her father’s indulgently smil- face as he went to the door. ix stood outside. He bad come to announce Harold Stanley's artival. Florence, at sound of Staniey’s aame, wholly forgot her intention to coerce Dr. Montrose into submission. She zen eagerly downstairs to greet the tor: The doctor looked affectionate); efter her; then, as dhe Vanished ‘the threshold he halted a marp exclamation of end annoy- ance. In front of him was Vanya Tosca. So quietly had ehe slipped into the room that Dr. Montrose was not fare of her presence until face to face with her. “How did you get in here?” he : the usual way,” was her light reply. “T've told you to keep out, all of you,” said Montrose ha: “Dear me: ya, moock- ingly, as she moved closer to her irate host, “to hear you talk, I would al- Most think you weren't glad to eee me.” he returned, brushing “Tm not!’ away the eoft hand she laid so oling- snely, on his ler, “What do you n “What should I want?” repeated Vanya, dropping her air of mockery; “I want the treatment, of course.” “You've had your visit for noth- ing, then,” Montrose retorted, ‘anya Toaca sighed as one com- pelled to teach an old lesson over @gain to @ child. “Why do have to go through this tiresome ecene every time any of us comes for treatment?’ ahe de- manded. “You know you've to Give it to us, You cannot say ‘no,’ when Pierre La Rue says ‘yes.’ Or ‘when I eay it in his name.” As she spoke phe made a gesture with her upraised right arm. At He held the knob of the door in his left hand. His sight of it the doctor flinched aa if at a blo tion he groaned and apparatus. “Thank 1” gaid Vanya, eweoetly, as she followed him. “I was sure I could make you see reason.” Ten minutes later Vanya quitted the laboratory. Instead of leaving the house by her usual route, ehe hes- ftated on the upper landing; then, hearing voices in the library below, she began silently to descend the broad staircase. She had recognized the gayly-chatting voices as Harold Blankoy ‘sand Florence's, Outside the Nbrary door she paused just as Florence : “Yos, he's working too hard and he goes out too little. I was trying to coax him into going horseback Fiding with me, when Fellx told mo You were here. But it was no use.” “Couldn't you persuade him?” re- turned Stanley. “I should think any onv not made of adamant would suc- cumb to your pleading.” “You would not think anything of the sort,” 6 answered, half jest- ingly. “You're just es hard to drag away from your work as dad is. ‘Whenever I want you to go anywhere with me latel; r< say you can't be- usy.’ “Prove it by gol with me in van ‘Cortlandt Park this afternoon!" <@ hesitated. Florence laughed triumphantly, “There,” she exclaimed. “What did Itell you? You're going to say you'll be too busy at the office, That means TD have to ride alone.” “No, "he tested. “You mustn't do thet. It isn't safe. Why the Crimeon Stain should have doe- signs on the life of a girl like your- if I can't guess. But it's proved there are such ee ae we it guard you. lor my sake—fon't do such @ rash thing as to go riding alone!” “Then riding with me,” stated. Ban you ride with afternoon, Harold?” “Yes,” he answered, after another brief pause. “Shall we etart at 3 o'clock?" | “I'll be ready,” ehe promised. “Can't | your riding olothes and me in- me this “You nee, I've a terribly busy day ahead of me. I must go, if”’— “Is it the Crimeon Stain cases that are to keep you busy to-day?” ehe asked. “It's alwaye the Crimson Stain,” he answered. “And, to-day’a plan of campaign ought to"-— She interrupted him by getting up and going to the curtain that hung in the library doorway. Florence fan- cled she had @cen tho curtain move, When she pulled ft quickly aside no one was t But Vanya Tosca was twenty feet away and moving in leisurely fashion toward the front At sound of Florence's step, Vanya turned. With a cordially out- | “Good morning, Miss Montrose,” sho Jor the purpose may be obtained FR. 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Florence barely touched the gloved hand Vanya offered her, and merely inclined her head in reply to the other’s salutation. But Vanya, not at all offended by her coldness, turned with equal effusiveness to greet Har- old Stanley, who had followed Flor- ence out into the hallway. To Florence's rise and chagrin, Btanley was eagerly cordial in his manner towani Vanya. He seemed delighted to see her. Florence felt a twinge of sharp jealousy when he went on to ask: “If you're on your way downtown, Miss Tosca, can't we go together as far as your home?” Vanya gladly acquiesced, and with &@ word of goodby to her frigidly un- responsive hostess moved forward to the front door. Stanley, as he turned to make his adieux to Florence, was cut to the soul by the look of grieved wonder in his little sweetheart's eyes. Impulsively he. stooped down and whispered a few rapidly breathed sen- tences into her car. As if by magic the sorrow fied from Florence's face, leaving a glow of happy pride. She looked up at Stanley in admiration. terest in Vanya’s direction. o 8 © @ @ Pierre La Rue eat in the place of honor in the low-ceiled back room of Tanner's upper east alde apartment. Tanner himself and a man in a black mask and a third member of the band were listening to the chief's curt words. “Vanya phoned me just now,” La Rue was saying, “that Stanley and the Montrose girl will ride in Van Cortlandt Park this afternoon. I'm going to give you your instructions you three. And if you don't bungle things again we ought to get thom both. It's @ better chance to put the girl out of the way than we're likely to get again. For they never let her £0 out of doors alone any more. Van- ya ought to be here any minute now. man she vouches for, known him a She says she's I her fe and that he's he sort we need. He's 4 eripple-—-and"— Vanya Tosca entered. At her heels clumped along a ragged figure of par- ticularly disreputable aspect. The new recruit was an unshaven, blear- eyed tramp, who trailed one ill-hod foot behind him as he moved, “This flat of mine is no hoboes’ home!" muttered Tanner under his breath. Piorre La Rue heard, and darted a Blance at his sulky Meutenant. Tan- ner mot his master’s look tn eullen de- flance. But as a glint of crimson be- lder in La Rue's eyes the ly shifted bis own gaze to the newcomers. A ok Oh ck. Shee Promptly at three o'clook Florence was standing on the veranda of the Montrose house, looking down the stroet in eearch of Harold Stanley, She was in riding clothes. A groom held the two saddle horses at the porte-cochere, Hut Stanley was no- where to be seen. Nor had he sent word to explain his delay. | “He's forgotten all about me!” she told herself, petulantly; adding | “Anyhow, I'm not going to be cheated of my rk She ran upstairs and knocked at the laboratory door, Dr. Montrose put away the diary in which he was | writing, and went to meet her, | “Paddy,” she aid with pretty im- perlousness, “Harold promised to ri in Van Cortlandt Park with me, I'm all dressed and the horses are walt- ing; and Harold seems to have for- gotten the whole thing, Won't you lease put on your riding toge and ne along with me?” she ended, xingly Twenty minutes later she and the doctor were cantering side by st along the highway toward Van Cort- landt Park, just about the ume Bob Clayton was starting for River- dale. The day was beautiful, The two horses were fresh, ‘The afternoon air was exhilarating, After awhile they into @ winding and leafy by- road, off one of the Park's main thor- oughfares, and usually deserted at this time of day, Florence that the running board grazed the flank of her frightened horse, Aa the car two arms shot out from the newly opened door and seized thé girl. Before Florence could guess at what was bappenin before her fathor could turn to look, the girl had been enatched bodily from the saddle and dragged Into the car. Even as she acreamod aloud in ter- ror, Dr. Montrose turned his head and saw what had happened. In that one fleeting glimpse he could sve Tanner and Morrison and @ disrepu- table-looking cripple in the tonneau. Then, before he could spring to the rescue, the car bad bounded ahead at fifty miles an hour and had lurched around @ bend in the lane and out of sight. Dr. Montrose drove the spurs into his horse and re chase. Gallantly the thoroughbred steed responded to his mastere call Down the lane he thundered at racing speed and around the curve ahead. But no living horse can overtake @ gins at fifty miles ime the doctor had the car had van- ished beyond another bend a Capra | ead. And when Montrose reach this eecond bend the automobile was fowhere to be seen. At lest, giving up the useless chase, Dr. Montrose turned his winded horse homeward. He reached his own house just as Robert Clayton came up the front walk. In @ dosen words he told Clayton what had heppened. “I stopped to telephone Police Head- quarters on the way her be fin- ished bis miserable recital. “Let us call up every town for a twenty-mile radius, then,” interrupt. ed Clayton, hurrying into the house, “and give @ general alarm Could PEARL OF Here is a stirring story of soldier life, treason and a mysterious plot to seize the Panama Canal. change. it M XO HIE He RAMANA RRA KKM SRE RMN Loe UNONE By Guy W. McConnell, (Oopyrighiad by Guy W, MoConnell,) EPISODE |, NDER one wing of the Army Administration Bullding at tne capital in Washington ts @ chamber the location of which remains a departmental secret, A hidden passage connects it with a private room in the suite of the Secretary of War. Colonel Richard Dare, Battalion Major Brent and Cap- By the way, she ts bringing along a | tain Ralph Payne of the United States Army made their way to this room | by different routes and found the staff awaiting them on @ day in July. for the army staff. | The chief of staff produced a | packet containing a sheet of paper ‘thirteen inches square, On one side was an ink sketch of @ tree, each leaf bearing a numeraly The other side of the paper appeared to be plain, He explained that the plain side, when treated with @ certain chemical, showed a plan to capture the Canal Zone from a land source overlooked by defense experts. He thon produced @ locket, which opened into halves about the size of a fifty- cent plece and which contained the required chemical in thin wafers, Then he addressed the little com- pany: 1am not guilty,” he said solemnly. to help me determine the safest man- ner of forwarding the paper and the locket to Major General Gorguch, at the Canal, to whom the secret should bo made known without delay.” Capt, Payne volunteered and left | the conference shortly afterward with | the plan sowed under his left shoul- film drama released by the Pathe Ex- THE ARMY Founded upon the wom te aba It ts a meeting place eee Grenees to himself, Opening it he read: “The left shoulder etrap and the locket reveal the hiding place of the secret, Take the tip in time,” And the note was in his own hand- writing! Without loss of time he returned to the secret conference and ex- plained the situation, It was decided that he shoutd proceed as he origin- ally planned, but that secret service men should watch over him. At the ball Payne was surprised to see & mysterious woman snubbed by Major Brent, but thought little of it. During @ dance Payne told Pearl of his love and asked her to marry him. ‘They had left the dancing floor for the conservatory and Pearl was framing an answer to Payne's question, when they were interrupted by Major Brent, who told Payne that he was wanted by Colonel Dare in the Ambassador's dead. Under one hand was a sheet of | paper, on which he had been writing | when death came, finished note: “Dear Payne: | “My country thanks you, but too late, There ts no alternative for me but to die. Farewell m “a Pearl, Payne and the ret service maa, at the command of Colonel Dare, accompanied him to Payne's room at the Wilton, There Pearl was given the coat containing the message and told to rip dpen the left shoulder. She did go and at her father's command took the locket from the pocket. Payne's relief turned to consterna- tion when he saw that where e plan had been was @ pleco of news- paper and that when the locket was opened, the wafers were missing. At sign from Colonel Dare, the secret service man placed his hand on Payne's shoulder and said: Cap- tain Payne, I arrest you on the charge of treasonable conspiracy with Grenada against the United States. “T am not gullty,” eaid Payne sol- emnly. On it was this bait | | The Second Episode of }| 4 ‘omobila with three paasen-| der strap and tho locket dangling r ¥ following them| trom his watch chain, On the way up and down the park roads. Now,|to his hotel he met Pearl Dare, as the riders turned Into the byway, | daughter of the Colon r motor the car dashed forward at full speed| car, driven by hei Toko, and whtzzed into the lane, Florenco| The soldier accep rl's Invita- and Montrose, hearing the automo j|tion to dine with her and to act as bile dashing along at reckless speed| her escort to a ball at the Grenadian behind them, drew aside to let it pass. | Embassy later In the evening, The car sped by them, #0 close wo At bis hotel he found « note Wie PEARL OF THE ARMY Will Be Published Friday, Deo. 8 3 | to ring. Clay: put his ear, impatient at the ba Ai hia own purpose. agape, listening to the hatied him by name at the far end of the wire. | het Featuring Ma iver to that ello!” he said brusquely. “Get mouth that off the wire, please! I"—— Ho said no more, but At the river's edge, three miles above, the automobile that Montrose had oo vainly pursued drew up along- @ide @ disused and tumbledown boat- house. Tanner and Morrison lifted the struggiing girl from the car and half led, if carried her into the house The cripple followed more slowly, hobbling painfully along. The oar was driven away. “Now the: ordered Tanner from the doorway, “stop lively and get that motor boat. You'll find it moored where I told you, just beyond the point over yonder. Jump!” The cripple did not “Jump.” But be hobbled away on his errand at a creditable pace, And when a jutting hillock hid him from the boat house he put on a burst of speed that would have amazed his new associates. He raced at a hundred yan dash gait for a golitary waterside provis- ton shop a quarter mile below, a shop from whose front he had seen the jut- oe sign of a dark blue bell on a white ground. Into the shop's telephone booth he slipped and called up Dr. Montrose’s house. At once Bob Clayton replied, ordering him to leave the wire clear. “Florence Montrose,” broke in the cripple, panting from his record. breaking run, “Florence Montrose is in the old Harding boat hou: t the foot of Spuyten Lane. She's to be taken up the Harlem {n @ motar boat and dropped overboard with @ stone at her feet. Quick!" He hung up the receiver, darted out of the booth and sprinted to the tiny cove where Tanner’s motor boat ‘was moored. Boarding the boat, he cast loose and set the eng! Crouching at the wheel in he deftly steered the craft around @ point of land and toward the boat- house. As he neared the boathouse he seemed to lose his athletic energy and to slump back once more Into his former awkward and feeble condition. Tanner and Morrison, the girl be- tween them, were waiting at the river end of the house, The cripple noted that the girl was now tied hand and foot and gagged. As the motor boat came in sight around the point Tanner stepped out on the landing stage, signalling the cripple to bring the craft alongside, “You took long enough time about it!" he called as soon as the man came within sound of his voice, “Where've you been all this while?" “The engine was y in start- ‘in answered the cripple, “and I had to"-—— He broke off, as the engine eud- denly ceased its chugging and the boat began to drift helpless on the crawling tide. “See?” explained the cripple. “It’s stalled again.” ‘ “You said you knew how to run a motor boat, you clumsy-fingered boob!" snarled Tanner. “Get her started again and bring her along- eide or I'll hurry you up with @ .38 slug of hot lead. Get busy!" The cripple looked once at Tanners menacing pistol; then got the engine {nto motion, and with exasperatingly awkward slowness Jaid the boat alongside the rickety old landing stage. Tanner and Morrison lifted Florence aboard bodily, and set her vn in the stern. ‘Keep guard over her there, you’ Tanner ordered the cripple. “You're no use at the stoering wheel, Morri- son, take the whesl, will you? You know where to go. Morrison obeyed. Tanner seated himself in the bow beside the steers- man. The cripple slumped into a seat alongside the fettered and gagged girl As he did so his eyes swept the bank and the road beyond it for the tenth time, But now his bleared glance bright- ened at what he saw. An automobile was racing down the lane toward tho boathouse. In its tonneau, urging the Montrose chauffeur to greater speed, sat Dr. Montrose and Robert Clayton, The cripple looked ahead. Morrison and Tanner were talking together. Nelther saw the approaching car. But Clayton had nm the boat and Its occupants. He also saw that the car was thirty seconds too lute. For already the motor boat was leaving the landing stage and moving down- stream. Hob gave the chauffeur a quick order, and at the same time began to cope for something in the tool box beneath the automoblle’s rear seat, The chauffeur swiftly turned bis car and sped it along the river bank road toward a bridge that epanned the stream a mile below. The cripple, at the same time, saw Clayton fish & coll of strong, light rope out from the tool box. ext moment the car was shut off from sight by # row of caution, nen, stealthily, he drew a gold penknife from one of his ragged pockets, Again muking certain that the others were not looking back, he slashed the cords that bound the girl's ankles and wrists, Hoe also untied the gag’s knot, Then, laying the cords back in place, as if they still bound her, he relapsed into his former attitude of feeble Inertia, Florence, dumfounded at the ac- tion af the cripple, nevertheless tock cue from him, She made no movement and forebore to cry out. Yet she looked at her crippled ally in wondering inquisitiveness, As she looked, she saw him glance intently at something far in front, and al- most imperceptibly point with one! grimy finger. At some little distance ahead of them she saw the span of a bridge. A motor car was just draw- ing to @ halt in the centre of the span, A man sprang from the ear and accosted two policemen who were crossing the structure just ahead of a i llo and Ethe Novelized by ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE lidated Film Corporation Being Presented by the Consolidate ‘po. to knot one end of the coll around his waist. Then he handed the rope to bis companions, after which he swung himself over the bridge parapet, The began others lowered him, hand over hand, while with one arm he gripped the taut rope to steady himself. Florence could ondure the suspense no longer. She leaped to her fest, shrieking to her father. Morrison, whirling about and seeing her stand- ing there unbound, left the wheel and ran back to seize her. Tanner caught hold of the abandoned wheel as Mor- rison reached the girl. i Just then one of the cripple'’s crutches somehow got between Mo rison’s feet. He staggered. Before he oould recover his balance Fiorence struck him in the face with all her wiry young strength. Hoe reeled, lost his wavering balance and splashed overboard. “Here!” yelled Tanner to the orip- ple as hoe started back toward the stern, “ the wheel! '"—~ The crippie, who had made as though to obey, lurched against Flo ence, lost his own balance as she re- ulsed him and fell helpless into the ttom of the bo: At the eame instant Florence was caught around the watst by two en- circling arma. The boat was drifting E The Fourteen THE CRIMSON STAIN MYSTERY Will Be Published “Parsifal”’ And ‘‘Boheme’’ At Thanksgiving By Syloester Rawling. HANKSGIVING DAY obser- vances at the Metropolitan Opera House extended over |ten hours. There were intermis- isions of reasonable length, of course, jand there was time for informal din- jing between the afternoon perform- ance of “Parsifal” and the evening performance of “La Boheme.” “Par- sifal,” which is come to be an estab- Ushed feature of the day, began at 1 o'clook. It was presented with the reverence that never has failed since Mr. Conrted, braving the wrath of Frau Cosima Wagner, first made the Consecrational Festival Play known to those of us who havé aever been pilgrims to Bayreuth. It was not an to think; yet how muob, or how Mittle, of the measure of apprecia- tion is due to the physical and men- inspired presentation, I aim inclined! OO under the brides. And she had come within Clayton s reach, The men above, as they saw Bob catch her, beran to pull up the ‘Tanner, looking upward, saw had happened, With @ leap, he selsed Clayton around the body, The passed on from under them, lea the three dangling in midair from the end of the rop As th at drew a rope Se er and higher, Clayton freed one arg and dr ve his fist against Tanners jaw. Tanner, half stunned, loosed bis hold and fe'l into the stream below. He had sense enough to dive, and to awim under the water until he was but a few yards from shore and out of view of the bridge above. ee @ . Ce That evening Harold Stanley called at the Montrose house full of apologies for forgetting his engagement to ride with Florence. The girl, however, bad’ Important things to tell him and. @oe broke in on his apologies with the story of her own adventures. “T can't imagine who the hein 4 could have been,” she ended. le wasn't the man who rescued us the other night. I never saw him before.” Stanley made no reply. But an odd loolacame into his dark eyes. (To Be Continued.) ith Episode of Thursday, Dec. the vocal leaping over five barred tes and turning back somersaults. Bue glory be! as a distinguished Irtsh friend of mine would say, we are losing our love for that of thing, and_your voice is lyric, Hempel, Why not take up the and the Elsas? We need @ voloe as young and fresh as yours for euch rts. bas tr De Luca, instead of Mr. Amato, indisposed, was Germont, and Minnte Egener was a lovely Flora, Mr, Papi conducted admirably, Nothing in yesterday's outpat of musical endeavor equalled in charm the concert of the Boston Symphony Orchestra at Carnegie Hall in the evening. Nothing finer than the up- derstanding and interpretation of Rimsky-Korsakoff'a symphonic suite “Schehergzade,” by Dr. Muck and his men, can be conceived. It held the great audience spell-bound, eave during the intermissions. After the second episode, the whole orchestra was called to its feet, an unprece- dented thing in the middle of @ work, {it seems to me. Before the Russian bh beautiful was superbly played. Germaine Schnitzer, “Master Inter preter of the Romanticiats” eo the programme announced, gave a piano Jrecital at Carnegie Hall yesterday tal condition of the individual hearer and observer always is a debatable question. At any rate, “Parsifal” at- tracted @ very large audience that was keenly observant and deeply im- pressed. Melanie Kurt, as Kundry, was not altogether a delight. She reverted to jthe habit of exaggerated declamation |to the sacrifice of good sin: ‘tault with German singors that, for long, we have beon trying to over- come. Johannes Sembach, in the "|}game part, had moments of distinc- tion and rarely was disappointing as to ;Yolce; but, in the last act, his fidelity | to @ ploture that Wagner unque: |ably meant to suggest was a panied by something of sentim: ity, essentially feminine tn delinea- tion, that detracted from the tmper- |Sonation, Parsifal, returned to the |Temple, had seen things and done | things since, as the Guileless Fool, jhe had resisted the fascinations of Kundry tn Kilngor's garden, and he |shouldn't be robbed of his militant | Qualities, Herman Well'’s Amfortas command- ed respect in impersonation and as to singing, and Carl Braun made bore- soine Gurnemany actually intersting. With Otto Goritz’ mister Klingsor, and Basil Ruysdael's sonorous Titurel, We are familiar, Then there was Sophie Braslau's fine little bit as A Voice, and among the Flower Matd- ens there were Edith Mason, Mabal Garrison and Mario BSundelius, as Well as sonore Sparkes and ‘urls, Mr. Bodansky gave un fied satisfaction by bis reulr For his sympathetic score every lover of “Parsifal” who was present might well give thanks. “La Boheme,” in the evening, got a rattling good performance, worthy of the day, before a capacity audience, Frances Alda impersonated Mimi with exceptional appeal, A pathetic figure she was tn the last scene, her acting and singing projecting some- brary. side trees. thing of rare tenderness. Then thera Pearl insisted on accompanying| ‘Ihe cripple once again looked fur-|was Martinell!, as Rodolfo, in fine Payne and both went to the itbrary | tively at Tanner and Morrison, Both|volce and spirits, and, supporting In it they found Colonel Dare and a| still sat with thelr backs to im, Mor-| him, were Scotti, inimitable ay Mar- secret service man, Ag they stepped|rison at the wheel, Tho cripple )ce and De Segurola, Tegani, Mala-/| toward tho Ambassador, huddled in a | caught Florence's eyes and he raised] testa, Audisto, and Reschigitan to chair at his desk, they saw that he was|a dirty finger to hia lips to enjoin|round out the roster of poverty |stricken but jolly souls in a Paris garret, singing and playing for us on Thanksgiving Day. A separate word for Edith Mason, a charming Muset- ta, and another for Mr, Papi, who | conducted, |, “Ia Traviata,” which got a first hearing for the season at tho Metro- politan Opera House on Wednesday jevening, served to introduce to us | Ferdando Carpi, an Itallan tenor, who was Alfredo, Frightened as I never scen a girl debutante on a - cert stage, nevertheless Mr, Carpi made a good tmpression, That great cavern into which you sing isn't nearly as forbidding as it looks, Mr. Carpl, It ver holds people friendly to a now- comer, and many @ much smaller auditorium can't hold a candle to it for acoustics. Buck up, man! If I am not making too much allowance for nervousness, that produced a lot of wabble and some other defects of voice, Mr. Carp! is a valuable addition to the company. At least, he doesn’t afternoon. There was a large eudi-\ ence. Miss Schnitzer, In a flowing white robe, begirdled Itke an operatic heroine, played an interesting pro- gramme. Her style is not lucid, but her talent, which is mo @r- ainaty one, is spontaneous and brll- Nant Victoria and Nathalie Manist and viol gave a recttal at even Boshke, respectively, ‘Acouan Hall hat gz. The audience was large and friendly. Both players showed an ambition beyond thelr present cm pacity, which thelr evident earnest- ess is likely to overcome Eddy Brown, violinist, whom we ‘d recently {n recital, and L. T. enberg, pianist, gave a eonata recite! in ‘Aeolian Hall on Wednes ay afternoon that interested a audience. The programme Brahims's D minor sonata and Beetb- oven's “Kreutzer” sonata, Albert Spalding, violinist, was the soloist in the Mendelssohn concerto with the Philharmonic Soctety Or- chestra in a “Home Symphony Con- jcert” at Carnegie Hall on Wednesday evening © house waa filled. Mr. | Stransky's principal numbers were Haydn's “Surprise” symphony and Beethoveen overture “Leonore,"" 0. ‘USED AXE TO ENTER HOMES WANTS COURT'S ALIMORY Howard Reynolds Thinks About $50 a Week Will Be About Right. (Bpectal to The Brening World.) | WHITE PLAINS, N. Y., Dec. L— Application will be made to Justice Young tn the Supreme Court at White Plains next Monday by Humphrey J, Lynch, representing Mrs, Mae Reyn- olds, for $50 @ week alimony and §500 counsel fees, pending the trial of her sult for @ separation from her band, Howard EB. Reynolds, who iP heir to # $50,000 estate. Tho couple were married on Apett 7, 1909, and the plaintiff at that time | Was 14 years old, whi dane re. teynolds in charies her husband with complaint inhuman treatment, Sho specifies one jact 49 occurring on Nov. 5 whem |she says, Mr. Reynolds returned Dome at 345 A.M, chopped down e euuck plaintife Mrs. with an axe, | threatened to shoot her. She saye Was forced to flea to the home of hes | father, attired only In her night robe Mr teynolds, who ts rey | Dist ict Attotney-elect bog nes OF Davis, denias all the ¢ 7 contest the act heraes 600) ——— El-Rado'ssy A “Womanly” Wey them, bleat, He haa youth and presence, To Rem | She recognized the man, even at! How about a revival of “The Tales | ove Hale that distance, as Bob Clayton, She of Hofmann,” Mr, Gatti, with Mr, face, itp, heck or underarms, was tempted to shriek to him for Carpi as the hero? ieee YAshes the hair off by help. But the cripple, ag if reading | Frieda Hempel, as Violotta, outdid | sleeves without anst dott, Sear chit her intent, touched her arm, and herself In volce and tn grace, And | Temoving the hair’ with Fried again touched his own lps, what a “good fello he was to the a ly ha 4 Money-back guare 4 Clayton was Joined by Dr, Montrose, | new tenor! ‘The opera stage being go | At #! toilet countors, boc, and Dit hao Jwho got out of the car, and by the barren of colorature sopranos, Miss fe ‘ chauffeur, In Bob's hands ;¥lorénce Hempel 1s not to be blamed for king coin, "let CA oS could eee the coi! of rope, to do, which she can to perfection, York, y * ie x v \