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noxt twonty-Uve years will toll tho
samo Btory. Thoy have tho contidenco
of tho pooplo bocmiBO thoy deserve thoir
conlldonco, and tho good citizen of tho
republic must givo thorn trust and sup
port. For it i in tho university at InBt
tho history of domocracy must bo
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
"Be gob, ye're a bad 'un:
Now turn out yer toes!
Yer belt is unhookit,
Ver cap is on crookit,
Ye may not be dhrunk,
But, be jabers, ye look it!
Ye monkey-faced divil, I'll jolly ye through'
Ye march like the aigle in Cintheral Park'
Sez Corporal Madden to Private Mc Fadden:
"A saint it ud sadden,
To dhrill such a mug!
Eyes front! ye baboon, ye!
Chin up! - ye gossoon, ye!
Ye've jaws like a goat
Halt: yc leathered-lipped lo.n, ye!
Ye whiskered oran-ou-tang, I'll fix you
Ye've eyes like a bat? can ye see in the dark?"
Sez Corporal madden to Private McFadden:
"Yer figger wants padd'n'
Sure man, ye've no shape!
Behind ye your shoulders
Stick out like two boulders;
Yer shins is as thin
As a pair of pen-holders:
Yer belly belongs on yer back, ye Jew!
I'm dhry asa dog, I can't shpake but I bark!"
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
''Me heart it ud gladden
To blacken yer eye,
Yer gettin' too bold, ye
Compel me to scold ye
'Tis a that I say,
117 ye heed what I tola ye?
Be jabsrs, I'm dhryer than Brian Boru!
What's wur-ruk for chickens is sport for the
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden;
"I'll not stay a gaddV
Wid dagoes like you!
I'll travel no farther,
I'm dyin' for watherj
Come on, if ye like,
Can ye loan me a quarther?
Ya as, you,
And yell pay the potheen? Yer a daisy!
Ye'll do! -Whist
The Regiment's flattered to own ye, me
Robert W. Chambers.
The most quiet home
like place in the city. J
J Just the place for V
Ladies and Families.
f7 Every thing- first-class i
m MEALS 15c
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: THE passing show:
I W I LLA GATHER f
Ono of the moBt intoropting and ar
tistic porformancoB I saw at tho theatro
last winter was Olga Nothereolo's pro
duction of "Tho Socond Mrs. Tanquo
ray." In tho first placo, it is a great
piny, tho greatest play written in tho.
English tonguo for many n long day. I
suppoeo thoro is no quoBtion that Arthur
W. Pinoro is tho first living English
playwright. For many yoars an actor
liitnBolf, ho knowB all tho limitations,
requisites and possibilities of tho stugo,
and ho novor writes a play that is not an
acting play. Ho roalizes what a dis
tinct form of litoraturo tho drntna is,
and ho makes no endoavor to distort it
from its original purpose. Ho is a con
summate artist, and he knows a groat
doal about life. Ho is not deep, ho
mnkos no rovolatioLs, but hoissubtilo
and ho knows tho tricks of his trado.
Ho has an unusually light touch for an
Englishman, juBt a spico of Congrove,
and ho has written some of tho moBt de
lightful of farces, of which "The
Amazons" is probably host known in
this country. But in tho prosontution
of Paula Tanqueray ho Iiub turned to
more serious things. Of courso the play
is a "poLlem play" which every play is
at tho bottom. It is tho old question
"Oamillo" and her past treated more
candidly and honestly, if less brilliantly,
than Dumas treated it. Now here is a
woman who bad much bad and much
good in her. She bad live a bad life and
honestly wanted to quit it. She tries
with all her Btrength, and she has a
good man to help her. How far will
she bo able to do it?
Tho first act transpires in Aubrey
Tanqueray's rooms in London. Aubrey
is a big, kind, soft man and everyone
calls him Aubroy. Ho, is a widower
with a grown daughter who iBvery pious
and has contemplate d entoring a con.
vent. Aubrey is a typical English coun
try gentleman, intensely domestic, some
what stolid, and withal a good fellow.
For some inexplicable reason, be loveB
Paula Tanqueray, a woman of many en
tanglements, and has resolved to marry
and domesticate her. I fancy it was
Paula's brilliancy quite as much hb her
beauty that fascinated him, for Aubrey
muBt have been a good deal of a bore,
even to himself. The first act is light
and brisk. Aubrey has a little dinner
for some men and announces to them
bis prospective marriage. They receive
the news awkardly enough, but Aubrey
is pretty brave about it. After the iuen
have gone Paula cornea in. He chides
her for coming to him at eleven o'clock
at night, but she tells him that her cook
has left her and she wants some of his
dinner. She pretends to be a little
suspicious about who his guests have
boon, not that she really careB, but it
II litters him. Miss Nethersole leans
back in her chair, takes up a bunch of
grapes and tearing them off with her
teeth says delightedly, "What beautifu
fruit! I love fruit when it's expensive."
Poor Paula; that was her history in a
nutshell. She had got into the way of
liking only things that, in one way or
another, cost exorbitantly. For a long
time she deluded herself into the belief
that she could make men pay for them,
only to come at last to tho bitter knowl
edge that wo must pay for everything
ouisolves, and the longor tho settlement
is deferred, the heavier tho interest By
the end of the act ono sees Paula's at
titudo toward Tanqueray pretty clearly.
Sho is not at all in love with him, but
she likes bim immeceely and thinks she
will like bis kind of life. Instead of
despising hi'ii for his good heart, sho
rather respocts him for it. Gonerosity
wne nono too common in bor world.
Sho is pretty woll tired out by tho paco
sho has sot for horsolf, and bIio finds hie
kindness restful. It takes hor away
from herself. Then, abovo all, she has
that road craving for respectability
common to women of hor class. She in
tired of tho Bneer and tho "terrible,
terriblo laughter of tho world." Sho
wants to be lifted above it, to commund
roBpoct, to enter gentlewomen's bouses
to got ovon.
Tho socond act is laid in tho breakfast
room of Aubroy 'a country houso in Sur
rey. Thov nro soatod at tho tablo.
Aubroy is full fod, and bonmlng with
domestic hnppinoFB. Ho is roading his
mail. Paula 1b rather curolorisly dressed
in a looso broakfast gown. Sho is lean
ing back listlessly in hor chair. A
coffoo cup is half raised tc bor lips. She
forgets to drink and aits thoro holding
it while tho clock ticks on" tho slow
minutos that nro all just al'ko. Upon
hor faco is tho weariness of a thousand
years of virtue. I have novor soon
ennui so perfectly exprossod ub Miss
Nethersolo expressed it in that long,
heavy silonco. Finally Aubroy looks up
with his nico, good naturod smilo.
Aubroy "Sunshino! Spring!'
Paula glancing at tho clock ''Ex
actly six minutes."
Aubrey "Six minutoB?"
Paula "Six miputoe, Aubrey dear,
sincoyou mado your last remark.''
Theso dear people thought they had a
life time of things to toll each other, but
before thoy have beon married a year,
their remarks aro six minutes apart,
Paula is bored to extinction, she is not
willing to piy the price of respectability,
and ahe is unable to ordure tho stupidity
of respectable people. She has not thn
slightest desire to return to hor old life,
but she !b frantic from he monotony of
her present one. She is furiously jealous
of Aubrey's affection for bis piouB young
daughter, Elloan, and exasperated and
hurt by Elloan's coldness toward her.
Elloan haB from the first felt instinc
tively that there is something wrong
ubout hor Btepmotbor, and has repulsed
her. Paula fancies that if only she
could get this chilly little primrose
of a girl to trust her, it would some
how come out all right. Sho sayB to
Ellean; "afow years ago I went through
a great trouble. Since then I haven't
Bhed a tear. I believe if you should put
your arms around me once I should run
up stairs and have a good cry." But
she might as well have talked to an ice
berg. A respectable lady comes to call,
and to apologize for not having called
before. Paula treats her with the most
atrocious impudence. It ia arranged
that Ellean shall go to PariB with this
respectable person. Paula is cut to the
quick at Ellean's being sent away from
her, and insits upon inviting some of the
gay people of her old world down to see
hor. Aubrey refuses to permit it, and
the act ends in a domestic thunder
storm. "Be careful what you say to me
now," says Paula, "I have only felt like
this once before in my life, bo careful
what you eay to me!"
In the third act the gay pooplo have
come, and Paula loathes them even
more than she does the respectable
people. Sho hates their slang, their
bad manner and bad grammar, their
loud clotbos and tho porfumes they ueo.
She has good taste and she likos tho
clean, orderly surroundings of her new
life, thoy ht.ve become necessary to her.
Sho wants the good manners of one
world and the excitement of another,
and she belongs to neither. Sho has
been a part of the show so long that ahe
cannot now bo merely a spectator, and
yet a whiff of the old life makes he,r
faint. But tho needs which that life
had created in her rre still there. A
nan trained to absinthe cannot quench
his thirst with water. Sho Bits at tho
piano playing and muttoring to ono of
tho mon of tho old days of freedom and
oxcltomont. Suddenly Ellean returns
from Parle, bringing with her a certain
Captain Ardale with whom sho has
fallen in lovo. Her lovo haB molted her
and sho come to toll Paula about it.
At last sho throws hor arniB about
Paula's nock and Paula eayp, "Ah, I
shall sloop tonight!" Sho thinks sho
has it ut last, this confldonce, this some
thing which will nuke a change in hor,
kill tho unrest, slake the thirst, satisfy
and in alio hor good indood. Alna! poor
Paula! It would bavo mado no dif
foronco, it would havo choatod hor as
did everything olso, but it was tho ono
thing untried and sho could not but
boliovo tbat thoro wiib holp and wholo
somonoBB and poaco for hor somowhoro.
Captain Hugh Ardulo comes in, Paula
utters a cry and Bonds Elloan away.
Tboy both wander up and down the
room muttoring bolploBsly. Tho hor
ror of tho situation completely upsets
them. Tho dialogue Ib short, sharp,
broken, incoherent and masterly.
Paula', "Oh, oh! What happenod to
that Hat of ours in Etholbert
Hugh', "I lot it."
Paula; "And all that pretty furniture?"
Hunh; "Sold it."
Paula', "I came across tho koy in an
old puree tho othor day. What
am I maundering about?"
Hugh; "For Qod's sako be quiot and
lot mo think!"
Paula; (,You you beast to crop up in
my life again like this!"
He goes out and Paula Bits staring at
hor face in a band mirror. ,
Whatever sho is, Paula is neither a
coward nor a liar. She ia not a woman
of petty faults. Throughout the whole
play she novor dissimulates ono moment
Sho does not even lie to herself. Sho
told Aubrey who and what eho was to
start with, and now she sends foe him
again. She says to him:
"Woll -why don't you striko me? Hit
mo in tbo faco, I'd rather you did!
Hurt mo! Hurt mo!"
If Aubrey had beaten her like a nav
vy with his fists then and there thoro
would have boon no suicide at tbo end,
of the play. It would have let her nerves
down, put the whole thing on a lower
commoner basis whera she could have
grappled with it. But he gave her only
his cruel forgiveness, and she said once
again to Lim in tbat old grateful, af
fectionate, brave way, "you'll do your
best, O I know that, for you're a good
fellow." In talking of the play with
me, Mies Nethersole said she thought
Aubrey must have been mighty good to
Paula in the old days sometime, that in
spite of hiB ttupidity she felt such a
loyal and lasting gratitude toward him.
She was always square with Aubroy,
sho liked him.
Aubrey proposes tbat they go off
somewhere on the continent and begin
it all over again, he Bays the world isn't
so small "It isn't", says Paula "but tho
greatest distances it contains ara those
we carry within ourselves. Of course
I'm pretty now, I'm pretty still, and a
pretty woman, whatever else sho may
bo, is always well, endurable. But
even now I notice tbat my face is cov
ered with little shadows that used not to
be there, and when I have not one ser
vicable little bit of prettiness left to de
fend myself with, you'll sicken at me."
She goes out crying "Oh! and I
wanted so much to sleep tonight!" As
tbat black drees vanishes through the
portiorre, you know tbat she will sleep.
The pistol shot surprises no one. When
the nerves are over driven to a certain
point, chat must come, at least with a
fearless woman like Paula.
Had Paula Tanqueray been a thor
oughly bad woman, there would have
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