The evening world. Newspaper, February 7, 1920, Page 7

With Rimini And Rosa Raisa | By Sylcester Rawling. E was a revival of Verdi's “Fatstaff’ at the Lexington Theatre last night, Only Tarely is this master’ work produced, | and tt never has become popular; but he Chicago Opera Association is to be Manked for giving us the opportunity te bear it. ‘The performance was not @™ ideal one. So much is required of @ the Participants that this was not te be expected. However, there was mach earnest effort. The orchestra fs not of symphonic quality, yet, @anks to Mr. Marinuzzi, who con- it was heard to better advan- than at any time during the and much is required of the or- ghestra in this opera. | Giacomo Rimini was Falstaff. He ‘was somewhat too well groomed for the old philandering roysteret, lucked something of the oozing geniality of the Fat ht and shaped bis ges- | too much after one pattern. too, his singing was hard in ny. Mr, Rimini's conception of ter was consistent, how- and he tried hard to make it im- Bg pHi y was a handsome Mis- although her one brilliant got upon one's nerves She sang well. Myrna her attractive daughter Pavioska was Mistress ; and Marie Claessens was Mis- uickly. The intentions of the sprightly and vivacious at | weil meant. Desire De- | ve for a certain dryness, was | Ford, while Tito Schipa as in love with Anne, miscon- the part as low comedy. Daddi was Dr. Caius, Lo-) Oliviero was Bardolph, and was Pistol. “La Julve,” which, after Jong rest, was revived at the Met- fepelitan Opera House tiiis season, vin ity rte? ya i fast night. Again it eit by chanct”—— impersonation of Faeazar, the old , and for lovely singing by bim by Rosa Ponselle, and the cast inctudes Evelyn Gcotney, Orville Har- wold, Jose Mardones and Thomas | Chalmers, and Rosina Galli's ballot | @ances delightfully, it is more than} Bhely to find place at extra perform. | ences, Namara was solotst with the Philharmonic Orchestra at Carnegie Hall yesterday afternoon. Whe cang the familiar aria trom Charpentier’s “Louise” and songs Debussy, Massenet and Grieg. Hugo Biesenfeld, manager of the Rivoli and Rialto Theatres, by the courtesy of Mr. Straneky, conducted his own new “Overture in Romantic Style.” composition. Both Mme. Lomeng and Mr. Riesenfeld were much applauded. ‘The symphony was Mdhadkcovsky's je” Mawarice Dumesni, Fronch pianist, at his’ second recital in Aeolian Hall fet might, made a feature of com- porttions by Albeniz, Granasos, Ga- - betel Du Pont and Debussy. A Cho- pin group and works ®y Scurtatt, ‘Mendelssohn and Liszt also were on this interesting progmunme. ‘The third week of the Chicago pera Association at the Lexington Theatre brings eight performances with onty one repetition: “Thais” Monday with Mary Garden; “Lucia fai Lammermoor” Tuesday with Galli- Gurei and Bonci in their first appear- nce together in this country; “I ro,” “Suor Angelica” and “Gi- anni Schicchi” Wednesday with the New York debut of Carfo Galeffi, baritone; “L’Elisir D'Amore” as matinee ‘Thursday, with “Her for the first time since Hamm presented it at the M: Thursday night; “Hamle wived Friday night with Titta Ruffo and Florence Macbeth; Saturday maatinee, a revival of “Don Pasquale” with Galli-Curci, and Saturday’ night an Italian war orphan benefit, “The asked Ball,” with Raisa and Bonel, Rachmaninoffs latest symphony,’ “he Bells,” based on Poe's poem, will have its first New York pre- gentation as the feature of the Phila~ @eiphia Orchestra's concert in Carne- Hall Tuesday evening. Besides © chorus of two hundred, Florence Hinkle, soprano; Arthur Hackett, tenor, and Fred Patton, basso, will sing. Olga Samaroff will be at the plano in the choral fantasy in C minor, The Symphony Society of New Work announces a first prize of $1,000 and a second of $500 for a symphonic work for orchestra, not exceeding righteen minutes in length, composer an American citizen, and manu- ecripts in not later than Oct. 1. wociety also announces a bequi $60,000 by the late Miss Mary Rhine- lander Callender for a sick and pen- sion fund for the orchestra, afiame that rose and BR XU T CORVAN wild excitement ruled, Swift things had come upon them, things that stag- fered the tight-lipped com- munity, even though i was Used to speed and tragedy. For one thing, Bien, pale, sweet flower, had hanged herself in the gaudy apart- ment of Lola behind the Golden Cloud, where the dance halt woman had peremptorily brought her when they | took her off Cleve Wihitmore’s shoul- der, For another thing, two strange men had ridden up the Wall from the Bot- te Nook a few days back, and they had put through some mysterious ings. Thus Fate, who had for #0 long played with Ufe and death in Lost alle | ploughing Valley, tiring of the play, drew in the | Mowehing face like milk, strings of the puppets and set the stage for the last act. As ron and Billy crept up ¢o Raston’ store and stopped at the steps, a Core. men leaped for- d to their “Hasy!" warned the girl. “He's ben hurt a long time an’ he’s had an aw- ful trip. ‘There's fever in him, an’ wound in his shoulder opened a bit with th’ hantin’. Lay him down on th’ porgh a while to rest.” But Kenset opened hts wes with the old quiet smile and at her. F ca Lane" be said. Mize Last,” Question and answer ewiftly and quietly back and between Dixon, Jameson, Hill and Theron, In a few pregnant moments she knew what had happened tn Corvan—they knew the owt of False Ridge and the Cup 0° . “an’ now theme strangers from be- 1 ‘ben a actin’ awful queer, ain't a-feared o” nothin’ an’ they ben goin’ all over like a couple o’ hounds. of some Mnished the round of the subsoription sort, show it, I allow, but Kenset raised himself quickly on hats softly, excitedly. a O’Hallan! My Secret Service men! And it was even so, for by the end of another hour the two strangers came riding in and were brought forward to the steps where Kenset lay, to clasp his hand and greet him with all the pleasure of previous acquaintance, Then they requested -that a espace be cleared to the ad of ear-shot and together ewith ‘Tharon, Billy and all the Vigilantes, they held by|a long and earnest colloqity. At its end Kenset’s eyes were deep |and troubled, but Tharon’s were be- ginning to glow with the old fire that all the Holding knew, the leaping died and rose again, exciting to the beholder, prom- ising, thréatening, unfathomable, “This,” said Tharo: shell. which Mr, Kenget left for us here at Baston'e—yes.” “Then,” said Burn-Harris, “a Mttle time and your man's ours as sure’ the gun ehines. Why, this ie a hot- bed of crime—there's enough work here to keep @ whale force busy for months.” » But Tharon Last @id not heed his words. Her mind had leaped from the present back to that day spring when Jim Last came aie, She heard again his last com- mand, “'Th' best gun woman in Lost Valley,” heard her awn voice promis- ing to’ hig dulling ears, “I'@ get him, so help me, God!” A little white itne Grew in about her lps, the flame in her bine eyes leaped and filckered. The. tawny brows gathered into a puckered frown. Then she forgot hia and alll the rest-——for the Lronwoods were thun- dering in from the outside levels, were coming into town. Ahead rode Courtrey, big, binok, keen, his wide hat awept back on his tron-«Tay heir, an imposing presence, “Here's your man!” sald Kenget| softly, rising excitedly on bie elbow. “Ho's' coming! And God grant that! there is no bloodshed!” All of Corvan, so long meek and quiet under Courtrey’a foot, moved Broadway Bab By Johnston. McCulley. Will begin next Monday in serial form in The Evening Wortd. “Broadway Bab,” red-headed, twenty-two years old and a live wire all the way through, had never been nearer the far West than Jersey Otty before she took ‘a chance and answered an adver- Ruddigore, the captivating Gilbert and Sullivan opera, will enter its fourth week at the Park Theatre on Monday with the same cast of the American Singers that brought it back into popularity after thirty- three years, Eéward Johnson, tenor; Afbert Spalding, violinist, and Harriet Van ¥imden, soprano, will appear ut the seventeenth annu oncert for the New York Diet Kitchen Association Monday morning, at the Waldort web, 16. Joset Bonnet, French organist, will give free recitals in St. Thomas's Church at 4.30 DP. 17, and #15 P. M., Feb. 2 son pe sonal appli anager The New 2b West 43 Sy Frances Ald Prokofieff, comp pear and the Philhar y conductin soprano, and Si er-pianist, will a rmonieOrche will Carnegie Hall on aing. the © Opera falll-Curei_ will bi second Chic cert at the I ight Amelita voloist at Orchestra to-morrow acene from from “Lakme,’ Marie Roemaet-Rosanoff will give a free ‘cello recital th School Settlement, Ne Street, to-morrow at 8. podrome the mad 1 song oups nd two Prof. Samuel A. Baldwin will give organ recitals at the City Col! end W. ata By Me tisement for a restaurant man- ager in Dysty Bend, Arizona, Dusty Bend was a wild Wild West town, Out there the natives didn't feel right unless they shot a Merican or an Hasterner before breakfast. They were shooting up the restaurant when Bab arrived But Bab tamed that town, The wildest of them came round ond washed dishes for her after the first. week, You'll fall in love with Bab the way every one in Dusty Bend dia, the story in Monday's Evening World, MOUQUIN'S compassed by his Am then, "on the tick universally unknown factor, a wom- ee oe eee e. Lola, gleaming like a bin of para- ise in her gay habilimentas, leaning forward the further steps of Baston's store where she had slipped noticed, cupped her white hands to her scarlet mouth, amd @ent out a re A olarton, 1” ghe called, far-reaching—"Buok! called your torn! Up ani fer by!" do- For French Cuisine Table d’Hote and a la Carte LUNCH 85e. DINNER $1.50 DANCING The “Two-Gun Woman” of the West. dramatically back to give him room mi bipe in the first leap-—and was Sees Srusdering Gown, fo his Go-) aw the silver horse shoot bea out from its midst and woke from In @ fow seconds he would be en- es. ‘of fate, that enemi from Got one forward Ry ee. AN eyes were upon tim—all, that | fi fa, save the earnest gray ones of Billy as the motion of the gunman was, Ddell-like, clear, Turn back! Go—down—th: Diess you—Buck! Good- @wtal moment the great fed Ironwood, Bolt, flung up his head and siki on his haunohes, the earth in a cloud, fa” Sen oe are her hips, who whirled on | hee! cleared the sp: a in three ¢ | the stallic with | of ipon-stiod hoot [ert hard down in the bojst who lethargy. her father’s, the Kittle Hnes them stood out. She rade iow, limpet clinging, and her bay horse. cheeks, sting the tears Hida, she shut her lip: hugged the pommel closer. The note of his speed was rising—rising. The blood pound in her temples with pri exuttation She saw the dstance the smallest bit between Ite ah e Wall! deed, but narrowing surely have been shoulders worked like whole mnssive body was flowing floor beneath, the oa and done | power and pi iD, She was Within long gunshot now —was closing her fingers Ligh’ the blue gun-buttsa—— He rose jashed hp his hand and fired. Brent. They were fixed {n anguish on} Tharon Last was quicker. ; the face of Tharon Last buslde him—jover El Rey's showider Tharon Last. who shoved the «u between | ft Hike. I a pounding | rey’ dropped iis hage | tam Tharon’s blue eyes ware narrow as Ind War on the two ahead—the maniand the great {Were Ro marderers. As she felt the wind sing by her beneath her | unarmed. tighter and ber and Courtrey. Just the smattestrtrife, in- in. his sad@M!e—turnea— He reas leorken 0 ® calf bia back ikea wou? firing as she went. hoofs spinning for, one Courtrey’s bullet clipped the cantl# moment mm the air. Then he lay at of the big saddle am inh above bet] sudden eave, hia sti Mattehing mowe eg across jt. Hers did some-| pointing directly baek the way he dad ps. what she had dreamed of. | come. that other wrist of Conft-/ With the first catching stumble of he jeft—and sent his six-gun | the true forefect the man on his back ae * [had sot, out of the saddle and far had Buck Courtrey gt square { landed wwenty feet away on his head and shoul- its | her mercy. She could close the le: jdera. Like Bolt, Courtrey’s body ing gap and kill him in his saddie—j turned a complete somersault—and But the icy blood still seemed to | lay still, at sudden peace, trickle down her back. Tharon Last and El Rey went on She—and Jim Last—they had al-/iike an arrow—they could not stop. Ways fought in fair-and-open. ‘They | Then. presently, new lines came in * s © They| hor young face did not strike i —~gheot & young fact, unstable inex that the man from ambush—nor kill a man * * * And Kenset—Ken- set of the foothills—what had he said about the stain of blood. it clean, hands ?—— The gitl caught her Breath with a ohoking #ob, The game was Up. Neither Jim Last—mor Kenset—tor ehe—would shoot @ man wharmed. ors at booted away. | about like a her vision, for arwalll of toare #hut out the world. «+. She laid ber head Gown on Bl Rey's cloudy mame—and wept. knd_ at the step ot the _wartarh to and Sast If Jim Last rode his silver gtaltion to the goal of vengeance he must @atisfied. Tle great stuns, thew. Times dutteds— reached and doubled—with wonderful recisto: “It ain't that I love ‘on, dear,” he sald ) “What T must Not that, léttle girl. Ill love you i Tt die-that I know in dead Ger. tainty, But I can’t stay here—not Where TH have to see you givin’ af tly on Quick Anniversary , N celebration of this event; *“ we will inaugurate on Monday a series of sales in wah every department, designed ," given me—th’ rides bes ae an th’ jokes an’ playin'—" paused a moment, anhappfity, | bow and the mistress of Lasts drooped| Until horse ana more heavily against the old adobe |#peck on the living wall. paseed the Silver mouth of Biack Coulee, Tharon stood in the western door watohed them with dim blue She scanned the little world and felt this peace press down Upon. ‘Come—tell me good-bye, Tharon, dear,” he said softly. For answer the mistress of Lant's once again reached out her arms and drew hin head to her heart= once more pressed her lips upon his| her soul—as if the q own, answered, ®he duty ¢ “Don't you fret, Tharon,” he said,| She raised her | still in that soft Voice, “i'm always] sign of, the Cro at your shoulder in spirit—in body,|that disappear . if you évet want me or need me, | turned and follow long.” ing © nd he kissed both the hands he (The Fwd.) 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