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BROADWAY JONES ---1
, Rated on George M. Cohan’ s Play Nou> Running in NewYoik
h Thrilling Story of “The Great White
Way.”
By BERTRAND BABCOCK.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Literally Jackson took the advice and
id did start on a run for the door, op
site to the one through which he ex
ited to see Mrs. Gerard enter any
mient. He almost ran into Josie, who
.st come through another door with her
it and outer coat on.
tones stopped, his hads almost on his
ki..es as though he were a racer about
o make as much of a flying start as pos
sible.
Where are you going, Mr. Jones?" the
i asked.
tnwyhere, any place,” returned Jack
ni breathlessly. "Where are you go-
"it’s eleven thirty—l’m going- to lunch
eon,” answered Josie.
For a moment Broadway seemed to
pm his arm about her to flee to refuge.
GETTING RID OF HER.
Conte on, I’ll go with you,” he said.
• Lot’s go out this way. I love to walk
irough the works.”
Jackson took her arm and, to her sur
li.-e, hurried her through the door.
The desk of all the Jones seemed to
,ve no terrors for Wallace. He seated
limself at it anil touched the buzzer.
W hen Sammy appeared he ordered:
Ml right; show the lady in.”
Rankin moved uneasily, as ho asked:
■ Hadn’t I better go, sir.”
No, you stay here,” was Wallace's
n ns wet.
Trembling so that the plumes in her hat
iv vered slightly and with an appearance
t having been projected by an invisible
through space, Mrs. Gerard darted
• > the room. There were more and
. , per lines upon her face, and it was ap
i.rent that she had dressed herself liur
i-indlv.
Wallace, firm as lie usually was, and
li-ri-liant, took care to entrench him
lehind the desk. Then:
Why, Mrs. Gerard, what are you do
here?”
\\ ■ rds camo from Mrs. Gerard's lips
: runner in a long race might have
ken pantingly to another.
in looking for Jackson—where is lie . '’
st asked.
allace caught her hurried, breathless
.aner, ami answered witli the same
;. jerking out of words, as the best
>. to expedite her.
lie's on his way Io the station. He ■■
nig to make that 11:40 to New York.’’
Stil in her panting, whirling way, the
<x-divintty of Broadway Jones asked:
lie is? Do you think I can catch
him?”
You can if you run all the way.”
“I just ran all the way from the ho
tel,” she said, and then rushed from the
mom.
Quickly Wallace turned to the butler
nd ordered:
"You follow her to that depot and get
er on that train, even if you have to
bi d and gag her. Don’t leave her until
•n land her safely in New York, In
•ierstand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Rankin, and’ hurried
out just as Judge Spotswood opened the
door from the main factory building and
came in. A sudden burst of cheers fol
lowed him.
“What are they cheering for now?"
asked Wallace.
•‘Broadway is making another speech,”
was the smiling answer.
Both men went to the door anti stood
looking out. From the distant spaces
of the big building came in the voice of
Broadway Jones:
“And, what is more, I never intended to
sell. Why, think of what I'd be selling.
The thing my grandfather worked h r
and handed down to my father the tiling
lie worked for and handed down to me—
the thing I should work for and hand
town to my children, and so on—and so
on—”
Part IV.
ENCOUNTERS THE MYSTERY OF A |
WOMAN.
There was a light in every window of
the old "Jones Manor” at the topmost
elevation of "the hill.” and within the
minis, which had not been opened since
the going abroad of Broadway s uncle,
reflected young and lively life. For. three
weeks after the refusal of Broadway to
go to the trust, lie was giving his first
dinner party. His guests were the judge
und his wife, Clara and Bob. of course,
and Sammy and—Josie.
The affair bad been entirely the result
of a sudden thought on the part of
Broadway. The Grand hotel had reduced
him to a loathing of food Instead of an
appetite, and he had felt that he could no
longer Impose upon the hospitality of
Mrs. Spotswood, freely as it had been of
fered.
He had been with Josie upon a walk
late that afternoon, and the idea had sud
iienly occurred to him. as most of his
ideas did. It would be a lark, the rather
senate girl had exclaimed, though she
and Broadwax- both knew in their in
ter souls that it would bo something
more.
Imr Broadway had spent every moment
of that three weeks that lie decently
'■'mid, without neglecting his newly found
business ambitions, with Josie. In this
he had been favored by a chance meet
ing on the outskirts of the village.
Broadway had not been backward In sug-
S'oting at the beginning of the three
weeks period that Josie and lie go on
walks or other innocent village amuse-
Jitents, but the girl had excused herself
•leadlly with a multitude of small pre
texts. She had to go to a "class meet
ing.'' or hte Girls' Vacation dub was
tn-i'ting, or there was to be a. gathering
»f the wives and children of some of
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the employees. Broadway, it is true,
did promptly agree to escort her, but he
was made to see, in the kindliest man
ner possible, that the girls or the moth
ers as the* case might be, would not
reel at their ease if they knew their
employer was near.
But fortune favored Broadway, as lias
been said, and one day, In “the suburbs
° nes y lllc ’ as I,e termed the few
t < Y ’ Uts of the vlna «*. Be had met
e with a basket on her arm
her distant attitude.
‘ " e !*’ ~W eU ’ W6ll '” ho »“<! exclaimed,
s ou shall not escape me this time. What
have you in this basket?"
•iosie smiled in that distant and vet
friendly fashion that had come to her
since Broadway had settled the future of
the town by declining to be absorbed by
the trust.
As Broadway noted that smile he for
got about his inquiry.
“Oh, I say, Miss Richards,” he ex
claimed, "I don’t like that smile, it isn’t
half as becoming as the other—that one
--"'here you seem to be—er—willing to
admit that a fellow's on earth. Perhaps
he hasn't any right to be—but you
know—”
At her perfectly blank look, which was
her only answer, real pain came into the
face of Jackson.
M ell, I suppose 1 don't amount to any
thing.'' he said slowly, “and that the
meanest boy in the plant is really pro
ducing more than 1 am. He’s more of a
factor of production than I am."
“Production," repeated Josie. “Where
•lid you get those terms?”
, "Oh,” said Broadway, ingenuously, "I've
been reading up on political economy." He
saw almost disbelief on the girl’s mobile
tace. Really, I have. It came to me
that a man in charge of a big business,
no matter how much of a fool he was, was
really only a sort of agent of the people
who work in it and an agent -if the world
in general. He s their ’boss,’ but he’s
also their destiny. And I mean to make
good bo-.h us a boss and a destiny. But
I'm such a fooi I'm—sort of walking
along in the dark.”
BROADWAY PROGRESSES.
Broadway turned and looked out over
the landscape, a curious mist before his
eyes. Then a wonderful thing happened.
He distinctly felt a touch upon his arm. '
almost a caress of an intangible spirit
tenderness that hovered in the air a i
moment over him and then disappeared
and that manifested itself by a pressure J
upon his arm and then was gone. Had she I
touched his arm? Or was he dreaming?
But her hands seemingly had not left
their place upon her basket. Her eyes
wer- friendly and there was a friendly |
smile upon her lips—not tin.- old smile
nor yet the distant one—but one that I
might promise a future of some sort. No. I
she had not given that slight stroke, but j
her cheeks were pink.
"You asked what was in niy basket,” the I
girl said. “Look.”
She smiled again that friendly smile I
and laid back the bit of shawl that had I
covered the basket. Nestling in a bed of I
straw he saw —several dozen—eggs! They i
were plainly country eggs and barely from
the nests of their origin. At any other
time Broadway Jones would have laughed
long and loud at this termination to that
moment when the angel of tenderness
seemed very near to him. But this Broad
way did not.
AN INHERITED MEMORY.
The eggs affected him curiously. An
inherited memory from his long line of
countrymen ancestors awoke in him.
Those eggs, freshly clean, seemed to him
the spirit of the wholesome countryside.
They seemed to arouse In him an appre
ciation of the beauty and calm of lives
where men and women were themselves—
were as they seemed; where there was d
votion. good faith, and that quality of
prsonality that considers nothing of
human interest a matter of indifference.
Broadway sighed.
“If I were even a .hen, I’d be doing
something for my country," he said with
a mingling of simplicity and the complex
that delighted the girl.
"I buy them from Mrs. Andrews,” she
said, “because it helps her. Her husband
is ill and her little boy was killed in the
plant last year.”
Broadway stood struck dumb. In the
new mood in which he found himself, the
awakening of responsibility and of the
deeper fores of character that had lain
dormant in him for so long, he found that
he could say nothing to the girl. Here
was she, a slenderly paid employe, tak
ing upon herself the obligations that he
himself should have met. One of his em
ployees was actually buying eggs that
there might be less suffering in the world.
But why should he call her way inade
quate? She was doing more, at least, than
he.
He dropped several gold coins, with
out looking at them, into her basket.
"I’ll buy the eggs after this,” he said,
longing to tell her that Mrs. Andrews
should have anything she wanted and
needed from him hereafter.
JOSIE'S INVITATION.
Josie smiled happily down upon her
eggs.
"I sell them to several good customers,"
she said simply.
“You sell them!” exclaimed Jackson.
“That has been one of my problems,”
she said, "not to do anything to hurt their
self respect or pauperize them, and yet
I wanted them to have them.”
“And what do you do with the 5 cents?”
he asked.
“Oh. it goes into the library fund of
thd Girls’ club," she said.
With her basket covered again, the girl
turned to go. Then, seeing the desire
in the face of Jackson and his hesita
tion, too, she said:
“You may walk with me if you care
to.”
Her manner was that of a queen—one
of those rare queens whose memoirs, show
a simplicity of feeling and a friendliness
out of all proportion to the understanding
of the snob.
A thoughtful Jackson Jones fell Into
step with Josie and carried her eyes down
a country lane. Broadway did not even
think of the contrast between the pres
ent Broadway Jones and the Broadway
of but a little while ago. If the malic
ious Mrs. Presbrcy had seen him she
would have commented:
"Ho carries a jag down Broadway,
and now see him on that country road
H arrying eggs "
Part V.
THE CHOPS ARE COOKED.
So it was that on this) night of the
reopening of “Jones .Manor’ the seat
of the family almost from the time of
old Maj T Tom Jones unregenerate Tory
there were several diverse and opposing
feelings raging within the breasts of the
little part) that sat down to the “bachelor ,
dinner. '
Continued in Next Issue
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Alla Nazimova lalks on Women Who Fascinate
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By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.
I Mil! mil- ■ .lay I Went to .« ■ AJnv*.
A! :a N.izimoya to .1-k m:- to g 1•» ■
us ail a few hints on the gentle
art of fascinating, or tin- business • f
being a siren.
N.ituui'iy. with such a sulij,.; ii;
mind, I wandered mechnnieally to t;i<_
home of the famous Russian-American
| who has bi eii a different kind o’
■ charmer in every new part she lr,
played.
From the fascination of her <• it bra'.
Hvililu to tlw uncanny Bella D< 11a f
today, she has sung every note in t
siren’s scale. Just as she is many d t
feient kinds of stage 'iron, there are
half a dozen different Alla Nazimov.'S
in her slender little person, and the one
I found at home this afternoon was tin
merry, frolicsome Alia, a. thousand
miles removed from the creepy, sinu
ous, mysterious, uncanny Ibsenet-que
one.
To begin with, she was dressed in a
short, little frock, one of those Ida k
satin, hug-im -tight affair... tin. made
her look like a little girl. A deep Ida' !:
velvet ribbon was wound round her
head, and the hair tucked up under >t
at the back, so that she 10. '.<*<* if she
had short hair. The eoiffii.e is known
as “a la'Titus,” by the way, and is the.
vogue abroad, but hasn't quite reached
us yet.
‘‘l’m Not a Silren.”
Mme. Nazimova, that distant and
mysterious lady, was as merry as a
little magpie. It was as if she had sud
denly reverted to the vivacious, spark
ling gayety of the Russian actress as
she was before she became the un
fathomable siren of the American ‘ngo.
"The business of being a siren! What
a dreadful question!" Mm . Nazimova
looked reproachfully at m■. “But I’m
not a siren! I’ve never ’siiened’ any
body. t People think that you are tin
parts that you act. Could anything be ,
more awful? When you think that 1
am acting Bella Donna now and the
Do You Know—
A murderer named James Schrum
who some months ago killed two men
at Iron Mountain, Mo., was sentenced to
99 years’ imprisonment for the first
crime, and then condemned to be
hanged for the second. Mis counsel
contends that the 99 years' senti nee,
having been first imposed, must be
served first, and he has appealed to the
supremo court to confirm this view.
The difficulty of hitting an aeroplane
in full flight is Illustrated by the nega
tive results of th. tests Just carried out.
by a shore battery at Toulon. The tar
get was a “glider" towed along at a
height of 800 or 900 yards by a destroy
er traveling 25 to 30 knots an hopr. th •
range being about five miles. Shrapnel
was used, 50 shots being fired in a
quarter of an hour, but the target was
not touched. Airmen arc thus encour
aged in the belief that in time of war
th<'ir main danger will corrie, n<>t from
the earth, but from their rivals in the
air.
Fraud Is practiced in many forms in
France, but it is new that snails an
receiving the attention of the trick
stere. It seems that snail frauds have
become so serious that a society has
been formed to stop it. It 1- called
the “Syndicate of the 1 ’r< p irers an i
Dealers <>t Snails in France.’’ As a
comestible the snail lias an > norinous
clientele Snails a( *■ sold by millions
But the constnmm lire not quite <•.
lain of tile origin of the snails tie y . a;.
The fraud consists of putting ih snails
lulled tin “Little Grii's" into Hi. eiooty
I sh< ii. of Burgundy -q.iil whi.-li a • of
I superior quality
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ALLA NAZIMOVA, WHO IS PLAYING IN “BELLA DONNA.”
Marionettes last season! Oh, what a
change!”
"Last, season I was rhe very best, the
most good, the most pure young person
in the world in the Marionettes, and
this seas in—well”—the actress nodded
her head thoughtfully—''l dont suppose
there could have been a worse woman;
she is th- wickedest one I ever have
acted." Then she looked at me and
smiled brilliantly, with the air of the
eat who has eaten a particularly juicy
canary.
“Last season,” she went on musing.
”1 received all kinds of letters ad
dressed to the dear, sweet Marionette
—me, proposals of mairiage, every
thing. Wi il. Bella Donna’s character
will protect me from that this year,"
shy laughed.
"You who have played so many fas
cinating worn 11, will you tell us what
type of woman is most fascinating to
men?” I questioned, wishing to get
somewhere near the siren ideal.
"Who can tell that definitely?" said
tlw star "There is no particular type
of that kind, f ■ tunately for our sex.
Men will be attracted to their oppo
, sites, to women who represent every
thing that they would seem not to care
Her Ideal Type.
"What would you describe as the
ideal type of woman, Mme. Nazimova?’
"A woman w ho combines a masculine
brain with feminine charm,” said Mme.
Nazimova slowly. “1 see a great many
women who affect certain masculine
traits, who wear high boots ami queer
mannish-looking hurts, but such things
have nothing to do with the develop
ment of intelligence. They are all
wrong. Tin- woman, to my mind, who
would lie completely fascinating, would
understand am! retain Jihan and
thoughts presented to iter. But even
that is not enough. She must digest
those ideas, and transmitting them in
her own mind and through the power
of he. own personality, send them forth
again as iter own.
"I can imagine that Mine. DeStael,
lor instance, fascinated all men who
came near her, and there is a woman
who. to me, is the ideal of this kind.
"Shi- was the winner of the Nobel
prise, you r< rm nber, and wrot Lay
Down Your Arm.-.' Mani yea i s ..go,
whenever she appeared ill society, tilO
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-t f: AN REIIF” CO., B way. N. V
i first thing that impressed people was
tier great physical beauty.
“Now it is her charm, her brain, her
' high and unfaltering purpose that make
1 her one of the most fascinating women
. of the times. For such a woman age
doc., not exist: no one thinks about it
; where sin- is concerned.
Depends On the Man.
“As for tile type of woman who fas
j cinatee men, it depends upon the man,
ami l ien then, you never can tell. Tiie
man who, you think, would fall in love
with a wooian of biains and educa
tion, and depth of character, will be
completely carried away by a shallow,
pretty little ingenue, who hasn’t thf
faintest idea about his work, and
what’s more he will love her devotedly
am! be happy with her, us .elnie was
with his fat cook.
"Air:-. Fiske represents a type of the
’ fascir.-iting woman of tHe spiritual
L type. There’s brain like a live wire, for
you can fairly bear it crackle; and in
Mary Garden you hale an altogether
oilier' nt type ol feminine fascinating.”
Ami I may add that there is the
Nazimova type, too.
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Difference m Viewpoint
By Beatrice Fairfax
THIS is the story of a girl named
Ruth. It is a matter of great re
gret that it is also the story of
girls named Mary and Sue and Ann and
Jane. It is the story of girls in every
country. It is the story of every giri
whose parents have let their hearts
grow old.
Whore Ruth lives is not really a mat
ter of importance, since geographical
boundaries: are not concerned.
The matter which concerns us, and
which makes the story of Ruth the
story of Mary and Sue and Ann and
Jane, is that her parents have forgotten
their youth.
Her Isolated Life.
They can not bring themselves to
look upon life from her viewpoint! This
is her story :
She works in town. She goes at night
to a home whete there are no young
folks. Every girl friend she lias lives a
long distance awjpy, and she can see
them only occasionally. When they are
with her they* talk of the good times
they have with other young folks.
Ruth knows only the evening after
evening spent alone with her parents.
“They do everything they can," she
writes, “to make home pleasant for me.
but I am young, und naturally long for
the society of young people. In the
evening when other young people meet
and laugh anil talk and dance and sing,
I, because of living f.> far away from
my friends, sit ami brood over my lone
someness. 1 try to read, but I am too
young to be tied to a booh for my sole
enjoyment. I try to bo interested in
what mother has done all day, and how
tilings have gone with father, but these
do not suffice. I want some one of my
own age! lam tired of living in the
past with my parents as much as 1 love
them! I want a little happiness, tt lit
tle joy, of my own. It isn't fair! It
isn’t fair!”
Parents Are Selfish.
Ruth is right. It isn’t fair! Her
i mother is alone all day. liut she is hap
py knowing lier daughter will be home
at night.
Her fathi-r woiks all day with a hap
py heart looking forward to the com
panionship of his wife and daughter In
the evening.
They are good parents. But thoj are
inti n ely selfish. In selecting that
home, so far fi.nn human companion-
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ship, they considered many things. They
thought they considered their daugh
’ tor's happiness. But, if they did, it was
from their own sedate middle-aged
viewpoint.
The father and mother would be
bored if compelled to spend their even
ings listening to the prattle of a lot of
young folks. Yet, they make their home
under conditions where their daughter
will see only those twice her age, and
wonder, and are distressed, at her dis
• content.
It is the cry of the young for its kind.
If a girl has parents, and brothers and
sisters, there are times when her heart
feels a loneliness that she can neither
express nor define. Gut of this unsatls
' fled longing Is born discontent. She is
unhappy, and her parents feel the sting
of Ingratitude because she complains.
“I <>u have a nice home,” tney say.
' Hen. are books, magazines, a piano.
What more do you want?”
Youth Cries for Youth.
Am! that question tells the condition
of the hearts of the parents. They have
grown old. If they kept their hearts
young ami looked at life from a less
selfish viewpoint they would know.
I am sorry for Ruth. Also for Mary
. ami Sue and Ann and Jane. So sorry I
wish I could call all the parents to
gether and urge them to see that their
daughters have companions their own
■ age.
I would beg them to recall the long
ing- of their own youth.
I would beg them to give every
daughter a chance to make friends of
other girls; an opportunity to meet
young men. that, if it is so willed, she
may have her chance to love and to
marry.
VERY DOUBTFUL.
Barber —Will you have anything on
your face when 1 have finished, sir?
Victim—l do not know; but I hope
you'll leave my nose, at least.
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