The evening world. Newspaper, August 3, 1918, Page 9

Home, Sweet Home By the Rev. Thomas B. Gregory { Copgright, 1918. by The Prem Pubtishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) OW strange—sirange and cruel—seems the fact that the man who wrote the song that has made millions of people love their homes as they might never bave loved them without that song, was destined never to have a home of his own! | John Howard Payne, for whom the gods reserved this cruel fate, was | Dorn tn the City of New Yorks, June 9, 1792. | From the start Payne was uncommonly precocious; and at @ very) early age, when most boys are thinking of little beyond flying kites, playing | h marbles and sailing miniature boats, Payne was writing quite respectable | } ors for the nowspapers. | To Payne nature was both very kind and very severe. Bhe endowed | , him with a strong and handsome physique. It has been said of him that a more extraordinary mixture of gentleness and inteliigence was never seen Wy a human countenance, #/" His heart was as tender as that of a little child, and at the same time | ig head was as clea a seraph’s. In the mean time, as If to offset these splendid gifts, nature denied Payne the greatest of all the gifts she could ye bestowed upon him—the } sift of fixity of purpose, the rare and invaluable thing known as decision of character. In the course of his not over-long life Payne tried a great many Callings and made a m hem. Journalist, actor, diplomat, playwright, he was able to achieve fame in no one of them; and but for what may well be called an accident, bis name would have perished with his earthly day. It was while Payne wae living his Bohemian life in London and Parts, | veriting plays, chiefly adaptations from the French, that the opportunity was given him tor for himself an earthly immortality. | While writing rl, or the Maid of Milan,” he felt that It would add to the po; irity of the plece to put into ft a new song; so he wrote for it “Home, Sweet Home,” which he adapted to an old Sicilian air that he hap-| pened to know about. He did not know it, but the song was to capture the A human heart for all time and cause its author's name to live while the world | endures. | But few people these days know anything about Payne's Journalistic | wort or bis labors as a diplomat or his dramas and operas, but the whole world sings, and Iways sing, his song of “Home, Sweet Home.” | While human yontinue to experience the bitter-swect called Iife, | Payne's deat, swee {11 continue to tremble on their Ips. Its pop’ an never wane unti! affection dies out of the human heart and memory feels no mystic thrill at the sound of mother’s name. Payne's parents dled while he was very young, and for tho rest of bis life he was red to bo a wanderer upon the face of the earth. It is to this et, probably, that we are indebted for the immortal song. As stars shine ightest on the darkest nights, the wanderer, out of his loneliness, wrote “Home, Sweet Home.” Appoin cul at Tunis, Africa, close by the site of old Carthage, the city of the great Hunntbal and Jong time adversary of “Almighty Rome,” Payne died at his post April 19, 1852, in his sixtleth year. Thirty yoars after his death, Payne's ashes were brought to Wachington, where, in the midst of a multitude of his countrymen and with every mark of genuine affection, they were committed to the kindly keeping of his native earth; earth that he dearly loved, for than John Howard Payne no grander patriot ever lived under “Old Glory’s” folds. While Payne's dust was being laid away a thousand voices and {nstru- ts blended in the rendering of “llome, Sweet Home,” and it {s not wrong to entertain the hope that the spirit of that service of the long ago still lingers about the nation’s capital, and still hallows the thoughts and pur- poses of the men who make the nation’s laws. | Advice to Lovers B By Betty Vincent [ire tiar ‘seu should have cbjected do not think you should have objected ) this act of kindly, informal hospi s of all of * young man much richer than own family? Is it sensible for a poor man? \lg it wise for a girl to marry a mancer King Coph maja, In rea turn out happily. | me attending every marr K,, greatly Increased when there is a seri- sus disparity of fort Y Sitvacting part 1 ch people are bette Wd poor people—or vice ve } gg Z riage involves not merely 1 g years of romance, but ‘ gether. If this life is un deri two young PX liffere: expenditure loves. ber, tite eny rises and armor the girh axury the daughter a yout et aunt ft rminien ferin love can must be a very Bre love. Hospitality to Soldiers. young iady who Was invited to the HILE O'Reilly had been home of fo: GARGS AD ee seeking Rosa many things oan. . go men wer happened in the Cuban hin- ere 8, ex terland. Not the least i: " te n you coe for yrat my flancce's | spiring of these was Leslie Branci’s cept d had corresponded With one Of| return to health, Life in the open, he goldiers, whose natne was given tc her for that pu | hardships, fresh air and sunshine had er for tha am selfish be-| done for him what all the doctors rtain had failed to do, He was restored to health, And with his restoration re for New York. Ho cause ‘ stran, and be ‘ es uple| found another person jn much the couple, wt A i s uso v ph action | same imnood—Norine Evans, She aino [eres pues s wasn’t) vas the central figure in a new r= Be eo ied, | manee r out of the illness of ined by married ness poth friends of v ! ban bad grown an on tins “Do you think I w was soon to be solemnized, But you think aay emed that Esteban never would r9 ee \eover, and Norine had determined Since properly | carry him to New York, if that wera chaperoned, at Ayah nh ara possible, She was discussing that everything we < sno = —- | yery question with Branch wh . | saw her companion making off dow? Paper Bottom on Light] the vitiage strect in great haste and evident excitement, Surprised, of- Shade Overcomes Glare. | feniea, suc checked ner impulse t 2 de re requiring a good| call him ba ‘A moment, then sh? Fe: Asia ware ree stepped out into the full sunlight and light J somet! find it neces- | Direct | stared after him, for she saw thut 1 an in-| ndescent light) PF ot grass huts was @ on pa. | people, Bven. as Norine wats hed eset) able i 5 men and women and children cain which tires the))ireving from their tasks. Th eyes, I have found | ws re three figures in the lead, rm ere!) relief by covering|and two boys, and they walk ut the opening in the| slowly, ploddingly, as if weary frou a long march made of an ordi-|" vi rine decided that they were not nary desk droplight with @ disk of | villagers, but ragged pacificos, upon the verge of exhaustion. She saw Branch into # swifter run aud eatd,.dima stout something. ¢ through eyes suddenly dimmed she watched him fall upon the Lallest of the three strangers and embrave him, sary to use a desk la . rays fr¢ ¢ which explained his desertion aching between the drunken rows ttle knot of ause Jisagree- | \q \ ) ff HOME PAGE Saturday, August 3, 1918 D ily Magazine e Chang | they had come in sight of A great }a high bluff. It was Morro Castle, | puilt by the Spanish more than 300 | years ago to protect the city of San HOW COOL AND D ) FRESH You ae Sou Ger il | many times in the exciting days AREN'T You | ‘VE Gor To GET GONG) TO SIT ) A SuIT JUST Like ¢ Pane i Nt Pell these good peo~ called to him. Was it Narciso who killed Cobo, Norine uttered a cry. oan's treasure?” It was in the well where steban told us it was.” were exposed through flapping rage. was naked where had tried to stay him; his beard his hair, were matted and unk; and the mud of many trails lay ¢ upon his garments. It was O'Reilly! con't: O?Reilly Gets a Pe Tessa, nat thet And Reaches the End se are Of His Rainbow arl of the Indies murmuring. crowd pressed they passed the knife from hand to Doubters fell Bantam-like — be ve a chance to dig, “We couldn't begin to bring all of tt; we merely took the jewels and the deeds and what and drew for- ed boy whose seurity, then he tur vard a frail hunchbs (Copsright, McClure Newspaper «almost a mulatto hue , and when his benefactor had passed safely out of hearing he went clapping his the jewels and y our clothes would ind once again Esteban Varona’s soul found outlet in his sister's name Treated. by tne be “What a fight we had! those combats of the gladiators you ind the misshapen lad ran into them clothes will hold all the money in the 1 dreaming? seen a bona $ ‘sno denying his cour- which Was like that of ten men— flerce bull; but L fragments, for the nows return caused a sensa- ¢ Chet Tae raid back So numerous a wine aucce 1 O'Reilly ente th J “It is almost un acknowledged. levedle,” Johnnie with his heels, but 1 was banderillere, picador and matador in one. here, I was there, so swiftly did could follow Mie finds, Row living 11 aried’ inthe old. well, and Wi Byese fo users ait oF Cetra Visitors and bore him and Branch oft | ) her own cabin, leaving the brother In tho privacy of orine’s quarters O'Reilly finished telling her the more important details of his adventures, worn oui, but his two friends would not respect his weariness; they were half hysterical with joy at his safety. treating him like one returned from the dead; #0 he rambled disjointedly He told them of his hazardous trip westward, of his and Jacket's entrance into Matanzas and of tho distressing scenes they wit- When he had finished the account of his dramatic meeting with Tosa his hearers’ eyes were wet ‘The recital of the escape held them it was nearly the I'll have to tell , | was everywhere; Jacket illustrated his imaginary movements with agile “The terror his name frightened me, me a desperate courage, I thought of the brave men, the good women, he had siain, side, from that side, from from the rear, him, #houting: ‘That for the people of This for the women of And once again for the babies you have killed.’ Jacket car- ried out his pantomime by prodding a rigid finger first another of his listeners told you the half.” carers listened, petrified and doubling thetr ears, he recited the incidents of that night on La Cumbre how Cobo came, and of the trap he how Jacket stole upon the assassin while he knelt, and of the blow he struck. When Johnnie had finished there was a long moment of silence. Norine quavered, tremulously: That blessed boy!” Branch murmured water in my face or you'll lose me, He found no words to ex ngs and finally voiced He was well-nigh retreated into the doorway with one hand upon her leaping heart. orgettable one hag just ar- unforgettal red her vision with a s d and ber tongue grew thick with through’ his tale. it's O'Reilly! Young Varona struggled from his Rosa!" he called, loudly; nessed there. Norine ran and caught him or he would have fallen prone. press his fe his favorite expletive. matter of fact, our get-away was ridiculously easy,” he sald ir we had luck at e 4 wildness w: if with palsy § upon him; rivers of blood, the ground grew slip- pery and the grass became red stood rocking in his breath was lke a hurri was exhausted, h foam, his limbs we was my moment CHAPTER XX1. three friends don't you answer i which we got unintelligibly, the schooner ¢ ‘as covered wit! made of lead. ‘For all your sins!’ I cried, and with that I drove yonder blade through his heart and out be- he was foolish about Jacket and to! that Norine could Jacket holding the centre of everything to that kid; he's wonder- independent for . but it wasn't the money, it was Jacket who induced him to bring us to Turiguano, this side of the Moron sht framed by the low blazing with it seemed as if his rtainty of this mo- ment, was straining to leap forth in ort to learn his sister's fate, crowd was near square of sun made Morin countrymen pumMing with relish at a gigantic gift cigar. “T exaggerate nothing,” he was say~ “O'Reilly will alone and un- rotten, and the steel clove it as If it were butter,” Jacket was more than gratified at effect of his recital, for . women shuddered and men ocked eyes upon spirit, in the unc at hand now seuffling of feet and swamps to our armpits, we've fought chewed ark—but Johnnie heaved a deep disappeared, and all Matanzas is mys- This is the hand that did it; yonder is the weapon, with that but- cher's blood still on will be preserved in the museum at sigh of relief. did you get the money to nooners and corrupt captains?” “You were broke saw little of his sweetheart bore the girl off to Per own quarters and fro there attended to her pressing of which was clothing, fhe's wardrobe offered little to choose ‘Then, afterwayd, from, but between them they reduced pre @ genuine surprise—in the form of a banquet at the big mess shelter, 5 with an orchestra concealed behind a OBTAIN YOUR way Seeman, with x. screen of fresh-cut palm leaves stuck wy, 12 38 ko “303 seud 20's wrists in g centered In his ¢ pst pre stately courtesy then in the when I knew you.” O'Reilly hesitated to a whisper, 6 lowered his ‘We found the Jacket spied his chief witness and THE GAY ADVE A CHARMING ROMANCE OF YOUTH AND BEAUTY, WITH A MYSTERY YOU WILL WANT TO SOLVE Begin the First instaiment Monday — NTURE _ The Evening World's — Kiddie Klub Korner ole Conducted by Eleanor Schorer Copyriabt, 8, by The Press Pubtishing Co, (The New York Brening World.) Seeing America By Uncl Porto Rico. “eé HPRE is the island Unele A i Sam won from Spain im the Spanish war,” said an offi- cer as Teddy, Trix and her mother) came on deck for their first glimpse of Porto Rico, Across the blue water could be seen a beautiful green coast- line, with hills rising in the distance. “And this is about the spot from which the American fleet bombarded old Morro,” he went on. By this time wall of thick masonry on top of Juan, “It looks old fashioned now,” he continued, “but it saved the town when any ship you met In these wa- e Harry ae: Our travellers were delighted with San Juan because it was eo different from other American cities, The houses, many very old, were of brick or stone, with flat red roofe. ‘fhe walls were covered with plaster of way colors—bluc, green, pink and ° white. In the Cathedral they were shown the tomb of Ponce de Leon. He was once Governor of Porte Rico, and sailed away to find the fountain that would make him young again. He didn't find ft, but he discovered Florida, San Juan is an island, and they drove across a fine old bridge to the mainland, The road led through San- turce, which had a country club aod many fine homes, and then passed fields of sugar ‘cane, orange and b’- nana groves and coffee plantations Higher In the hills were beautiful palms and other trees, some bearing ters might turn out to be @ pirate.” The sun was hot as they came ashore, but 4 pleasant breese was blowing. As their automobile started oft Mrs. Martin told them that Col- umbus discovered Porto Rico on bis second voyage to Ameri He called it San Juan Bautista, which is Gpan- lish for St. John the Baptist. The city of San Juan was founded and called ) Itico, “rich port,” and after a \ while that name was given to the | wnote island. clusters of flowers, The chauffeur pointed out several tall trees wits thick trunks, which would make their owner rich, They were mabogany. Late in the afternoon, as they wer» on the way back, a cannon shot was beard, and their car stopped. Im a valley below them stood long rows of men in khaki, while the Stars and Stripes was lowered from its staff. It was a training camp where Porto Ricans were preparing to do their part in the war. nnn nnn AAA AAA AAA RA RRA DORA ARE OOD } Cousin Eleanor’ | Dear Cousins: Tove this montn'’s contest you will have a chance to tell all your Klub cousins what you hwaiuid Uke to be when you grow Up jand why. | Of course, all you boys feel that you ant to be soldiers and eallors and ail you girls are ready to be Red Crows nurses. Every red, white and blue American feels that way th days. But you must remember that the war is going to be over long before | you get to be a grown young man OF }woman, By then all armed warfare fwitt be done for good and for ever. |Our soldiers and sailors ure now In battle to gain world-wide peace aad demucracy. Every day brings them nearer, to victory. 80, If you can, & nurv's uniform to ft the smaller tgure Winie O'Reilly was similarly en- gaged In inaking himself presentable. end Branch talked earnestly, with Moult that they repaired later to reral Gomes. ‘The General welcomed ther; he .18- {ened with interest to O'Reilly's story of th conditions In Matanzas. “Twas looking forward to an inte esting ceremony | this afternoon, Gomex went on changed the plans “Oh, no, sir!” O° ord ike to make it doubly interesting, if Miss Varona will con: short notice.” “Bravo! You have a way of doing ‘Twin births, a double; _ Some who live the unexpected wedding! Why not? The sight of npiness Will be good for all of » apt to forget that life and | JULY © little us; wi rescue, and to the account of “Has your arrival lly said, quickly. s Klub Kolumn { | please think of something else that | you would like to be outside of fight- ers in the ranks of Uncle Sam. Or, \” you are a girl, decide upon a vocation outside of giving comfort to our boys in the field, because as I have sai), our boys will not be in the field theh. ‘They will all be home at their own happy firesides. They will have male the world safe for you and for wo and for all time. Cousin Eleanor A WISH, I wish J could fight for my country, Said Johnny, a boy of four, Big brother Harry has gone But I can’t go to war. I wish I bad a soldier sutt, And had a real big gun, Then I'd go away to Germany To fight the bad, bad Teuton. He made Harry go to war And then Mother cried, Now all this wouldn't have happened If the bad, bad Teuton had died. And when I'm a man like Harry And have a really truly gun, I'm going to go to Germ: And kill the bad, bad Teuton, Written by BESSIE RERKIN, New York City THE KIDDIE KLUB. The Kiddie Kiub i nice Por every girl and boy | tee tolor nue and Toni us couaiee with Jor. i Weal the, Comin Bleanor, ache rele of sweet Woon of yor, ‘And who we ail adore, Dy PEARL BAYER, aged nine year, No. 22 Woot 10K Surcot | ‘THE KIDDIE KLUB. nt to SUCH| — Te Kiddie Kiwb ie full of plays play whieh I wean ‘ ‘always eeen Jn atorien and rowne trom cousine eacth day. jear and some far away Dy ROKALIND STREEE, aged do oud ORAM ND oes linsollye, “> ONTEST AWARD WINNER, the big world are going on 44 usual: phe Funniest Thing That Happened I don’t think Miss Varona will have it in her heart to refuse you any} thing.’ ‘Toward sundown the city among the leaves witnessed an unaccus- tomed scene The women of she camp had transformed Esteban's poor quarters into a tiny bower of wild blossoms and green leaves they likewise gathered flowers for the two o-be, then joined with nimble ‘s in adorning their costumes. bride flinge When the girls came down the street band in hand, they received an ova tion from men and women alike. Norine was pleased; she smiled and at School. blushed and ran the gantiet, bravely} When « boy pretended to blow 4 enough, But Rosa, sadly 0 iwrought|putty ball at the teacher just 1» by the day's excitement, was upon| Make a tattletalo tell. Thojoke was the ver less she was happy shining, her face was transfirured her hand, when she took Reilly's, waa) cold and’ tremulous, but it warmed | and grew steady under his grasp. Many people—all Cubans, in fact. had assembled to witness the wed ‘of a collapse. Neverthe-| Nn the tattletale her eyes were! By FREL RICK SIMOT, ag six years, New York City. AUGUST DRAWING AND WRIT- ING CONTEST, =| (Subject: What Would You Like to ding, but fow actually succeeded, for] Be When You Grow Up and Why?) Esteban's but was too small to commodate more than the bi officials of the Provisional Gor And those ministers, those secretaries orn: ment, so the others were forced to! wait ‘outside in the gathering dusk Ten prizes of $1 each will be awarded Kiddie Klub members—ages from six to fifteen inclusive—who make the best drawings or write the best stories on what they would like ot departments, those generals and| to be when they grow up and why. colonele-what a motley crowd they formed! ‘There waa scarcely a whole | garment among them. They ware! Drawings must be done in black India ink or black crayon pencil, Stories must not exceed three han- sunburat, wind-browned, — earnest | dred (300) words. Contestants emaat hardships in the flelds, But ou of their rage and poverty shone a) and consideration. there was @ sur into the soft earth ine and took her hand ha. sipcabel Doe Wht lant mm 4 men; the old ones grayed and grizzled from worry, the younger ones wasted | and © IRTIFICATE NUMBDR. Esteban turned adoring eyes upes in his. ‘ve found my rainbow’s end," said “And I've found mine,” O'Reilly ageerted, “I've gained your ms treasure, and more—I've found the prise of all the Indies. Meh te - wae | | state their NAME, ADDRESS, AGE t| Address Cousin Eleanor, Evening World Kiddie Klub, No, 63 Park Row, New York City, « ALLL OL HOW TO JOIN THE KLUB ANC