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The evening times., 1913-12-30
Plant of a Tired Soul
BY e. X. WooLEY,

Copyright. 1913. by E. K. wooley)
am weary. Lord.
I. AM tired Of keeping UP with the
procession: Let nae lag a little.
IN TIRED OF putting up q front.
MY BopY's throbbinE from the
pace. Let me rest little.
MY FEET are tired Of keeping
step. The music Of the band no long
er cheers. The pride Of youth is
gone. Lord. Let me drag a little.
I'M WEARY of the strife OF living
up to others views. I'm tired Of try
ing to be better than somebody else.
Lot me be common. Lord.
THE DUST we raise In our parade!
The dust that we must raise to stay
within it,! Tho dust We scatter as We
go! -.
THE pusr-n's in my eyes, my
nose. my mouth. my ears: the grit's
all through my clothes. It hides the
green wayside. It spoils the smell Of
stills all but q cAckle in my throat.
I'M WEARY. Lord. Of struggling
for the wherewithal to live as others
live. to look as others look. why
can't be my own self? Why must
hustle for money!?
OH. THE things that many Of US
cast away to Join in the parade!
410t!1 duu AOttl~6 Atlu lOSS AUQ simple
joys; babies arms for sweller flats:
horue.cooked meals for autos honks;
modest wants instead Of tradesmen
dunnin9 for their bills.
THEY'RE CRUSHING and they're
pushing and they're running past to
get beyond ma Haggard faces, leer-
ing faces, selfish faces, grim and care
less faces, they forge on to the front:
My sides are sore from probing, my
feet from trasmpltngs are an agony.
The band blares on ahead, and
must follow till I fall.
BUT BESIDE me walks another. I
know him not. He calls himself our
Brother, His smile is tender and his
handclasp warm. There ID. q glory on
-As sac@oTKAep, OUR FRIEND his: voice
! in hopeful ssscents rings. We're on
ows owl sweet aud puriinE bro breoks ksI beSend, eaa
and Heavens rest for weary souls.
LOOK! OTHERS falter more than
you. Their hearts, too. are heavy. Go
give your shoulder for the weak to
lean upon Cheer on some other soul
to keep the, pace. Strive to bring o
smile to some one.
'IIsTEN! Don't you hear the
singing down the line? Look about
you. What, il some do lack the vir-
tues? There are shining souls here;
there's love within the strife and
peace. cen though there's sacrifice"
I THEN MY Brother left to speak to
| other souls. and new ambitions vision
ed new goals for me. In work and
duties there are 10Y and rest, Lord.
My soul is marching on!
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Being able to not sing is often a
great relief to the company present.
The evening times., 1913-12-30
AUTo TURNED TURTLE,

Granville, \. D., Dec. 30.-While
driving to Simcoe in company with
Oscar Gunderson and Norval Smed-
bron. Ole Victel was the victim Of an
accident. which will probably keep
In some manner the auto in which the
trio were driving. Upset and Mr.. Vic
tel fell out in such way as to break
a bone in his right hand. They pro-
ceeded on the trip to Simcoe, from
which place he took a train for Minot,
where he had his injuries attended to.
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Mrs. Newrich (who has advertised
for a pianist)-So you are the music
teacher that answered my advertise
ment?
Pianist-Yes. ma'am.
play a couple of duets. go that I can
see what you can do.
An editor who started about twenty
years ago with only IS cents is now
worth about 100000. His accumu.
lation Of wealth is owing co his fru-
gality, good habits. strict attention
to business and the fact that an un-
Gle died and left him the sum of
sos, 9,999.-Editor and Publisher.
Charles Edward Russell. the so.
New York, said Of his defeat:
"At any rate we put up, we social
lists. a brave, If hopeless fight. And
now, in our defeat We are as CHEEKY
as the traveller.
"a traveller bought a ticket from
Paint Rock to Nola Chucky. and
then. going out on the platform. said:
Why. there she goes now said a
station hand. You've just missed
The traveller leaped on to the line
and set out in pursuit Of the train
with all his might But IL two or
three minues he came trudSing back
over the ties.
"a Laughing crowd had gathered.
and the station hand said:
Well. did you catch her?'
NO said the traveller, but, by
lingo, made her putt
A woman living in an aristocratic
section mile and q half from her
grocer went to the phone.
This you. central? Four. I'VE. four.
This. you, Mr.. NJ? Please charge
ans and send ~. 10 cents ,,at: w worth Of animal
as the baby is afraid Of them. Per
l. Grandmether-oh, Thomas, Thon.
as! How can you be all the time
Thomas-why. cause Keep in
training. of course! II you want me
to can put you into Jest as good
physcal condition as am in thirty
| days.-Puck.- - - -
Little Everett was member Of the
Band Of Mercy society, and was proud
VI Lie .!hc!HOCIouAVs x10 wore u.6
badge, small star, as II It were, a
| police mans insignia, and was often
heard reproving. other boys and girls
for cruel treatment Of dogs and cats.
One morning woman Of the
ghsorhood heard a coinmotion
outside Everett's home. and. going to
the win 'ow. was surpri-ed to find
Everett in the act of tormenting the
"why, Everett" she called, "wh-
IRE You DON" to that poor act?
thought yo,, belonged to the Band
Mercy society,"" -. So
II did" replied the little bog, tbu
lost my star.
4: Frenchman staying at q London
hotel. when presented with his Bill.
was indignant at its amount. II wish
to zee proprietaire." he said to the
clerk. In g minute the proprietor
appeared. The Frenchl1an was all
smiles ."Ah!' he exclaimed, 81 must
embrace you!" !"But why should you
embrace me, slr?" asked the aston
ished hotel keeper. II do not un Ser.
stant..' Look at xe bill!" "Yes:
your receipted bill. What Of it?''
What Of it?" Simply sees, zaire: II
means Eat ] shall nevaire, no, nevaire.
zee you again"
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Grandmether-oh. Thomas, Thom.
as! How can you be all the time
fighting?
Thomas-why. cause I keep in
training. of course! II you want me
to can put you into Jest as good
physcal condition as am in thirty
days.-Puck. .-... --..
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Who's one of that unnumbered
to roam - ex-presidents from
clan. consigned this earth south
ern climes without a home. sweet
1lomeo Who ruled as Nicaragua's
boss of yore with iron hand, but
: when he made his exit bore this
f1ippant label. "Canned?" Who
lodged the spotlight fairly we'll
in Spain until one day he bought
a steamship ticket for our good
old U. S. a.? Who got no warm.
er welcome from your Uncle
Sam-u-el than Castro got-same
lodge, you know-the day re
rang our bell? Who says il Sher-
man e'er had been mere ex-
president he'd not have wasted
words on war? That ]. .Zelaya-
gent
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A woman living in an aristocratic
section a mile and half from her
This you. central? Four, i've, four,
please" :
"This you, Mr.. NJ? Please charge
and send 10 cents. worth Of animal
crackers. and pick out the elephants,
as the baby is afraid Of them. Per
sonality. g. -:
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POINTED PARAGRAPHS.

- . . .
It's better to. wear out than rust
out.
A woman signs with regret. A man
signs with relief.
It's easier to fly into rage than to
succeed as an aviator.
Any mans credit is apt to be good
as long as his money lasts.
However, the 1914 water wagon will
not be an alcohol auto truck.
Most young stepmothers step too
high.
Any woman likes to see we'll
dressed won1an-if she is the woman.
Being able to not sing is often a
great relief to the company present.
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THE EFFECT WAS STARTLING.

II was then | cast my thunderbolt To
tell the truth. ! didn't know IL would have
quite such an effect apon aim. l just
used il 10 open proceedings. as 1t were.
Monsieur ROstaud,' | said, in a voice
as gentle as his own, Il want to ask you
something about Nh. DamrOsch and the
opera he has made Of Cyrano de Ber-
Gerac.'
Ny word. dear ones, that man sprang
up as IL fired from catapult
'Damrosch," he repeated, with a sud
den change of voice and manner that was
quite amazing. "Damrosch. Oh, yes!
That is the name of the individual who
has appropriated my work without my
approval. You understand. of course,
madame. that | have never given him
permission 10 touch 'Cyrano.' The world
knows that, I hope. He has simply taken
my play without the Formally Of my con-
sent / had never intended having 'Cy-
rano' or any OF my plays turned into
operas until had found Just the must
clan whose compositions pleased me. then
] should not have cared how great or how
small he was-I would have let him have
my work"
lie locked at me for sympathy and l
nodded gravey.
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HER PERENNIAL YOUTH.

"One doesn't think of age in connec-
ton with genius" he aid simply. Mime.
Bernhard is always and will always he
an inspiration TO the poet and play
wright"
Now, wasn't that gallant Of him?
And ii was also exceedingly French.
for once you have got your public in
France you can grow Old and withered
and they stll love you for what you
we're when YOU and they were young.
You never meant 'Chantecler' TO be
played by woman. did you?' l asked,
barking back 10 the female question.
The poet shook his head so violently
that the monocle. which had been behav-
ing in most exemplary fashion for the
last ten minutes. hoped right out Of his
eve and over to my muff. where 1t rested
costly
"A thousand pardons, madame he
stammered, covered with confusion.
"Not at all" l murmured. soothingly.
retrieving the recreant glass and placing
it in his outstretched hand.
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course. he was fairly busy with the hat,
cane and monocle. anyhow.
"Why don't you write plays with the
leading characters women instead OF
men," j demanded suddenly
II have" protested NJ. Rostand in An
injured tone. La Samaritaine' was all
about a woman. and so was La Princesse
Lontaine.'"
I'm afraid that I had forgotten these
two" / admitted. They are not among
your most important works. are they?'
Indeed. they are" insisted the poet.
just little rufiled and flushing slightly.
II regard them as just as important as
'Cyrano' and 'Chantecler.' La Pr!n-
cesse Lointaine' has been played many
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times La Samartaine' was written Tor
Sarah Bernhardt and will never be acted
by any one else during her life. She
gives a revival of IL every year about
this time. but II will not take place this
season as she Is abroad. wrote
L'Aiglon' for Sarah. also, and that
should he added to my list OF plays for
women, ] consider"
oh don't think We can include
that" demurrel. After all. L'Aiglon
was boy"
Yet. a woman inspired II and a wo-
man played It, ] had Nine Bernhard m
mind as the interpreter from the be-
ginning"
"Umm-umm," ! acquiesced. AFTER all
the wonderful part OF II is that YOU
should have been able to see a woman OF
her age playing the part"
Monsieur Rostands face flushed again.
lie has ore OF those very thin skins, 80
that you can see the color come and so.
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ADOLESCENCE PLEASED HIM.

had. and that satisfied him. His dell
cate features were wreathed In smiles
and he placed the hat in the hand which
held the cane. that he might adjust the
monocle more firmly
When is 'Cyrano' to be given here"
|, l inquired
Once again a frown OF WEAKNESS and
anxiety creased his brow and there was
a shade OF petulance in his voice as he
answered:
an March. ! think. bat there Is still
great deal Of work TO lie done on II. IL
is very trying"
Poor little poet, re was never meant
TO be stage manager, too. one can see
that Yet he won't have any work OF
his produced in Paris unless he can have
a finger in the pie.
Are We to have a revival OF 'Cyrano'
in New York;"
"Ah. that ] do not know, madame.
/ should be pleased If 1t were so. now
ever"
| did wish he would sit down. II
wasn't a bit homeIike to have him lean
ing against the wall there as If all ready
TO take flight. And suppose his feet
slipped on the polished floor. as nine
have done Oh occasions. and he fell prone
before me. Would | dare to Sigsle?
didn't want 10 run any risks of this sort
and / kept glancing at the empty chair
meaningly. but he took no notice. OF
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HIS FORTHCOMING PLAY.

now"
Yes. n long one-act play. II is called
La Dernere Mutt de Don Juan. 1t Will
have to be presented with a short play
before It and ] believe it will he given
next year and lie Bargy will have the
part"
What do you do down IN Cambo when
YOU are not working" | inquired. quite
enjoying myself for II was evident that
this immortal bard didn't mind being
questioned: In fact, he seemed pleased
that any one should be Interested enough
to do it-and under these conditions your
aunte blossoms like a rose.
Rostand mcditsted a moment
Why. there is plenty " do" he said
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A TRIP TO A SHRINE.

Yes YOU were" / replied casting down
my eyes. In fact. my trip there was In
the nature Of a pilgrimage"
Again embarrassment seized him. The
monocle wayered as he stammercd: "Oh
madame. rcally-rcally that IL too great
word for Inc. But DID you like my
homeY'
ITS beautiful" | cushcd and so 1t f.
dear ones. | don't want TO boast, but
almost think ! could write poetry myself
II ! stayed there long enough
Il do all my work there" volunteered
Monsieur Rostand. as IL following my
Il ain Of thought. 1T would be Difficult.
now for me TO write I'm Paris"
You have not written much aboat
Cambo, have YOU"
He hesitatcd "A moment i've never
done play about Cambo or the
Basques," he said finally. because a sub
jet has never presented itself. but have
written a description Of the country I'm
one Of my poems Tn Soir Hermann.
which Is laid I'm that part Of the world"
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TOOK NO FURTHER CHANCES.

He lost patience with II then and
didn't put ii back in its socket at once;
inst held IT while he returned to
"Chantecer" TO cover his embarrassment
a the incident.
He is little shy and very modest, you
see. You would never think lie had been
the roaring lion OF the French salons foi
several years. and | am convinced lie
never liked 1t when lie was. and felt
charmed 10 retire 10 country life and let
his son. that amiable young poseur. take
his place in the social world.
81 was astounded. Mortified when I
learned that your Miss Maude Adams
was to create my 'Chantecler' in Amer
ica," he Informed me. 1t seemed quite
out Of the question that a woman should
attempt the part"
And a thin. delicate slip OF woman
at that" ] interpolated.
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LONGS TO SEE HER PLAY IT.

"Oh. really. madame" he gasped
earnestly. u assure YOU that Is all
mistake. long 10 see Miss Adams and
her beautiful work I'm my piece and ]
have the greatest OF admlrations for
America. ! love her people and should
IKE 20 visit her shores. The only reason
do not IL that cannot bsar to leave my
own country"
! smiled broadly, TO show him IL had
been mere pleasantly on my part. and
he looked greatly relieved and shifted
his hat and cane again 10 wipe his brow
You don't spend much time In Paris.
do you?" ] inquired
no. I don't like cities" declared the
poet with "a shrug that ! feared might
dislodec the mouocle. and | leaned for
warG in anticipation, but nothing hap
pcred. Il only stay I'm Paris when I have
business on hand: the rest OF my time |
spend in Cambo. II is a beautiful country
down there
1T Is, indeed" I agreed.
what. do you know it," ne questioned
eagerly.
Yes ] responded. Il went TO Cambo
about three years ago"
lie was as pleased as Punch WAS |
there them he asked eagerly.
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NEW TRANSFORMATION SCENE.

How Is the rehearsal OF 'Cyrano 60
inG?' | asked. chattily.
This restored his equilibrium at once.
He became again the gentle. courteous
little poet.
"Oh. II is going very well" he an
swered, as II touched that ! should take
any interest in It. "Eut il is hard and
trying work. Monsieur lie Barsy has
never rehearsed with me before, though
he has played the part i'm the Provinces
rs he playing it on the same lines as
CoQuelin?'
Yes Of course | would not have IL
played In any other way. except that
naturally one must allow for a certain
difference in the temperament Of the two
men Coquelr was Cyrano. | wrote the
part for him and II fitted like glove.
And Monsieur Rostand's domelike head
dropped a little here. as he gave a
thought to the dead actor for whom he
had so great an affection. Then he sud-
denly looked up again and said with
sort Of youthful naivete:
There is great scope on the part OF
Cyrano. is there not Madame? So much
light and shade gazette and tristesse You
have seen il. of course
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TRIBUTE TO MAUDE ADAMS.

so | understand" said the poet. wag
ging his head gravely. "Oh. yes; at first
| was greatly shocked at the idea. but /
am told that she is delightful in the part.
that she plays IL with subtlety and gets
some splendid effects. and that America
likes her very much. and now | am de-
lighted that she Is doing it,
Are you coming over TO America
SOON"
Dear me. no, ! have no idea OF 4
" huteyer." exclaimed Monsieur RostanJ.
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"MAls CE DAMRoscH-BAH!"

But this Damrosch! he continued hot
~. and. ch! the scorn Of mis- this Dam
rosch." II do not know him or his work.
mad never heard OF him TIL he took
'Cyrano but am told that he Is a mu-
stefan OF scconde ordre. Sapristi! 1t is a
shameful affair"
You don't think, then. that an artists
work belongs to the world. and not ex-
clusiyely to himself" I ventured.
The poet looked at me In surprise
Most certainly do not think an artists
work belongs to any one but himself" he
said, holly. There would be no justice
in any other fdea!''
lie did not sit down again, but remained
leaning against the wall. firmly grasp
ing hat and cane, his gathered feet
crossed one over the other.
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THAT REVIVING OXYGEN.

7 took some ten minutes doing little
deep breathing before | walked up the
boulevard Several passersby gazed a,
me curiously and almost offered to help
me, but | ignored friendly or inquisit!vs
glances and Just went on getting some
oxygen DOWN into my lungs.
/ can't see how there is any health in
France when the rule Is TO shut out air
as much as possible, and yet, upon my
word they all look as well as people any.
where else.
Even tnat concierge's family. living in
darkness and STIFFNESS. appeared fairly
husky specimens.
Well. anyhow. ] hope the poet did soma
deep breathing when he came out and /
hope he doesn't linger too long In Paris
but hies him back TO Cambo, where the
air is pure the country beautiful and in
spiration Is never faded.
tCopyrlgh, 1918. by The New-York Trlbun.)
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By Kate Carew.
Paris. March

Paris. March /.
TIE was very gentle, reserved and
" dignihed, quite the bland aud
Il l. TRANQUIL bard until I mentioned
the name .Damrosch." and then. oh. my,
what a change!
His face flushed. his eyes burned under
scowling brows. and he had, perforce. to
mop a moistened forehead.
Talk about the effect of scarlet garnit-
ures on bulls and things of that sort
they're all mere child's play to the effect
of Damrosch on ROstand.
am sure that any tune our own WAL
ter gets bored with the ease Of his life
ana wants little extra excitement. Ed
inond Eugene Alexis Rostand will be glad
TO provide him with 1t. either in the form
of a war Of words or one OF those in
terestng, French duels where nobody gets
really hurt, only just terribly wrought up,
and honor Is satisfied by a couple of
passes with a sword or a shot or TWO
fred in the air.
. HIS BRAIN CHILD "ABOUCTED.'
You see. Edmond Eugene Alexis poet
and playwright, is from Marseilles. where
the blood is hot. and Edmond f. \. has
a grievance. He is the father of Kid
mapped brain child. His "Cyrano' has
been set TO Damrosch music. and That
without so much as a by your leave.
SIR" from composer to creator.
| saw Monsieur Rost&nd in the office of
the business manager of the Porte 81.
Martin Theatre and A very weary, jaded,
little poet he was when he first came In to
talk 10 me- lie had been reheaTsing 'Cy-
rano de Bergerac" all day. and for many
days, having left his beloved home
among the Basque people TO see that his
play is produced according to his ideas
AS a matter of fact. he had broken one
appointment with me. lie sent me mill
ions Of apologies. but was simply too ia
tigued TO see any one or do anything but
90 home.
didn't blame him a little bit, poor
dear. A day in. a French theatre would
reduce me to a iimplessness such as never
was. It's the lack Of ventilation. OF
course. In frantic desire TO exclude
possible encroaching current d'air.
French playhouse is Theoretically sealed
and the atmosphere Is vitiated. lifeless.
noticed it the minute ] was safely
inside the STAGE door, and II must be
even worse for poor Monsieur Rostand,
whose lungs have been expanding Tor
months in the saubrious breezes of
CambO.
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smilinglv. "Cne walks and drives. and
there are always the animals
"Oh, have you lots OF animals
lie laughed. "A perfect menagerlc.
madame. All sorts and kinds. but In par
tlcular a collection OF dogs and cats and
peacocks.'
The peacocks. OF course. are for show.
remarked. the dogs are for companion
ship. and the cats-what are the cats
forg'
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appearlnc rather startled at the thought.
Aha" | remarked gayly. you don't
like us because We stole your 'Cyrano
and let a woman play your 'Cfantecler.
You fear further outrages on our part
II YOU come among us"
My dears hc took this seriously that
I felt dreadful TO think I had essayed a
little ayfuu.ss.
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A SAMOYEDE is HIS CHUM.

"CompanIonship also. I am very FOND
OF cats and little kittens. like to see
them playing about; but | must confess
my dogs are my favorites. and OF these l
have one who is an inseparable COM
panlon. a samoyede. He never leaves me
except wnen | come TO Paris. and l do
not bring him Oh these occasions only be-
cause don't think dogs are happy IN
town. SO he's left behind. TO his great dis
gust"
When YOU wrote 'Chantecler' did YOU
make a special study OF barnyard fowl?"
Il had always been interested In the
barnyard. in it's events. its politics. It's
amours. and II was from this that Chan
tecler grew. l didn't have TO make any
particular study OF II for my play. IL
was there
Wien you want exercise down in the
country do YOU go In for the national
game. the pelota? saw II played and I
thought it awf1lly interesting"
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CARRIED LIKE SON OF ALBION.

lie was dressed Ike an Enslishman-a
seal brown serge suit with hair stripe
through 1t, black tie. CATERS, white gloves
with black stitches. d gold headed cane
and a cute little monocle ia one eye.
\ poet with a monocle.
/ know IL is quite wro1g. II isn't In the
picture one has Of poets-but there you
are; it was in his eye for all that.
He looked very Doyish rs he stood there
pouring out apologies 10 me so earnestly.
Yes. distinctly Juvenile. in spite Of his
badness and the delicate lines time has
engraved on his face.
At last he placed his tired form on the
chair and sat there blinking pleasant
at me through his moaocle and still
srasping his hat and cane.