The evening world., 1902-11-13

But the Black Rods and all the rest
OF 'em can stand a good deal-they have
to stand one another-and the person
tina really deserves to AVE everybody
feel sorry for him Is Martin Harvey, as
nice a little actor-manager as ever pro-
duced a bad play, because he thought
he saw the leading part.
II II Had Been New York
"A Cigarette Makers Romance" deals
-misdeals, I should say-with the ex-
perience of a Russian count who can't
remember his name and address. In
New York they'd AVE taken him to
bellevue Hospital and turned the
X-rays on him and dosed lSn with a
few thousand volts from the dynamo:
but in Marion Crawford's Europe they
didn't do anything half SC interesting.
They, gave him a fat-brlmmed hat and
put him to work In a cigarette shop, In
company with a hudch of characters
compared TO whom Little Eva and Le-
gree would shine as the daring and
original creations Of a modern imaglna-
tion.
In such company you might expect
the Count to recover his memory OF
something, IL only OF the people In the
plays he had seen from the peanut gal
lery as a child. BIT no, he keeps right
on forgetting, n every Wednesday
takes a day off to imagine that his
noble but nameless kindred are coming
TO fetch him. like . package In the lost
property ofice-whereby the wise cigar
cite people know that he lost his
memory on a Wednesday.
He also falls in love with one OF the
cigarette glrls-the one Whose golden
hair is hanging down her back until she
has II cut OFF and sells It to raise enough
moray to save her Count from being
fired by the vixenish wife of the hen
pecked proprietor of the comic cigarette
shop.
The hairy, fairy pathos OF this incident
lis deepened by some scientific details
such as Mr.. Box coquettes with In the
Ladies' Home Journal, One can imag-
Inc him replying thus 10 an anxious
CORRESPONDENT;
SEVENTH sUTHERIAND,-S my deAE, !
would not advise you to try to sell your nom
mer's hair II, as you gay, you have kept II In a
paper bag near the cooking range for ave years.
BY this time 1t 10 probably too brittle for com
mercial use. But II your gentleman friend neither
smokes nor drinks and Is truly worthy Of your
regard why not dispose OF your own hair for
him and convert mommers into q rainy-dAy
switch?
with a Box to advise her the beau
teous Viera would have been spared the
pain Of having her dead. mothers tresses
scoffed at by the barber across the
street before she resolved to part with
her own.
But there! No words can convey an
idea Of this damp. sodden mound OF
pathos which gives the heart interest"
to "A Cigarette Makers Romance"
IL Was No Use.
Poor Mr.. Martin Harvey trotted out
all his graces, all his prettiest, pitt
fullest, sweetest. o~onhdingest ways, all
the tender. innocent, grave, romantic
and mysterious charm that makes him
such q lonesome example among the
actors Of his generation. But 1t was no
use. IA Cigarette Makers Romance"
couldn't be swaIiowsd-not ever with
Harvey sauce, The audience respected
the player, sui couldn't restrain itself
from tittering at the play.
Miss N. De Silva toiled sobtully With
the part Of Viera, the hairless heroine.
Mr.. Percy Anstey wal ridiculous IN
what ives intended seriously az the
part Of q polished villain. Fuller Mel
lish had better success AZ a bluff work
with Sherlock Holmes pTOclivltiss.
There were others whom II Ia more msT-
cttul not to name.
BY way Of q curtain raiser Mr., Har-
e appeared In "RouEet de L'Isle." In
Which the composer Of the ''Marseil-
iaiae" is represented az dying OF tubsr.
euIosis and starvation at the momept
his song mas aug on WIN fes
Il under his window as he breathss his
II is a crude little piece, but 1T least II
the most OF Il. His picture Of the dying
genius 10 very poetic and lump-in-the-
fhroaty indeed. KATE CAREW,