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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-21

All Of the newspapers of the capital
have made their temperance. Ed1to-
rally most of them comment with keen
satisfaction on the governmental changes,
but almost all of them carry shght
trace of skepticism regarding the early
restoration of peace throughout the re-
public and advise stern and prompt
action.
Solicitude for the personal safety OF ex-
President Madero was given by FRO
visional President Huerta to diplomats TO-
day as the reason why Madero cannot pe
removed from the capital for the present
President Huerta recalled to his visitors
the historic attack upon the tram when
bore ex-President Porfirio Diaz to Vera
Cruz on his exile to Europe when Huerta
himself was in command of the escort
The president added that the investiga-
ton OF the records of the Madero 40
ministration was being continued with
great care.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-21

was with SalaZar. While the rebel chief
had accepted the Gomez claim. an ad
justment is hoped for in the event
Huerta's cabinet gives guarantees that
the public lands, particularly of Chi
huahua state, would be distributed ac-
cOrding to the former promises of Ma
dero. 1t was said that a concrete plan
would be offered Huerta by a rebel dele
gate who will leave within few days
for Mexico City.
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zAPAT|STAS Join
HUERTA'S FORCES

Continued from First Page.)
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quin Mas, Alberto Yarza and Cauz, all
of whom took an active part in the street
fighting.
Journals Skeptical of Peace.
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PEACE REIGNEo AGAIN.

We went up the stairs to the drawing
room, rather French in style. and / gave
a little squeal of joy. for there in front
of me hung an exquisite Monet, tender
waving willows IN the mist.
That for me-" l exclaimed ecstatic-
ally.
Mr.. Moore smiled in a somewhat suPe-
rior manner.
Now see what you meah," he OBJ
served; Its the emotion OF painting
which appeals to you"
No" I retorted. It's just the way
he sees things"
Then he showed me other pictures
among them a delicious color sketch by
Blanche Morisot. CT a radiantly young
girl with daffodn hair and the sunlight
on it. and the pictures soothed US into
amiability.
At last | was really firm about going.
and we shook hands like old friends. and
Mr.. Moore urged upon me the necessity
of reading "Salve" before / came again
l went at once and bought the book
and prepared to burn the midnight oil
while ! read. marked. learned and in
wardly digested II.
1 can conscientiously assure you I
STEPPED myself in "Salve."
! read II in the early morning and in
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STRUCK HER FUNNY BONE.

Then my overdeveloped funny bone
made me burst into laughter, for Mr.
Moore's expression was'a mixture of dis
tress and annoyance as he pulled at his
long suffering mustache.
Yes, 1t is of use" he repeated; ''only
don't like your questions"
My laugh became cold and mirthless as
said: How can you tell, when you
really won't let me ask them. except here
and there? Thank heaven! all the people
interview are not as difficult as you are -
This interested him. and he asked in
his fatherly way:
How do you usually work.
After this fashion"
well, I don't like it,
That's too bad" I murmured politely,
but I've done interviewing more years
than / care to state. and haven't had
any trouble hitherto"
Never mind: don't go yet. Try me
again." he pleaded, with his most engaE-
ing smile, so. like the weak woman / am.
1 entered the arena once more.
rs the present age as kindly to the
poet as the past7'
A knockout blow at once, and down
went Katie to the bottom Of the ring.
AN absurd question" fumed the Moody
One.
Not at ALL" answered Kate, the snvan-
quished. Il got IL out Of an editorial in
one of your leading London papers. 1t
was on the subject Of John MaseAsld'e rs,
HeiyinR the-prize for r-poetrH-g
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SECOND ENCOUNTER.

Hope goes on springfng eternal. you
know. even in these hard times; so you
can picture your auntie gleefully antici-
pating a most illuminating experience.
Yes, she even hummed a little measure
as she knocked at the door of the Man
of Moods.
Again l went into the perfectly British
dining room and again Mr.. Moore greet
ed me with his paternal and kindly air.
I've learned my lesson. please, sir.
I've read 'Salve' with greatest interest
and I'm prepared to discuss 1t at some
length and to put all sorts of questions
TO you"
Mr.. Moore beamed upon me.
He looked more white and less pink this
time.
No more personal questions. them" he
asked. with a smile.
IL didn't ask you personal questions be-
fore l responded. quickly.
Well. perhaps you wouldn't exactly
call them that. They weren't like those
Of Dublin interviewer who began by
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dent. with a gaunt face and burning eyes.
All soul you know. soul and resistless,
answering energy.
Instead of that he isn't yoIng and he
| isn't soulful He is a portly, pleasant
looking man with a very pink and white
skin. full eyes with heavy lids and a
dropping mustsche. His hair. which was
once gilt tyes, gilt, he has called 1t that
himself is now turning white.
He doesn't affect easygoing artistic
clothes with soft collars. loose flowing
tie and those other touches that reveal
sometimes. the poet and more often the
poseur. No, he just wore the conven-
tional uniform of the British business
man, except that he had on a tweed house
, coat.
Cross NV heart. there's nothing about
him that would make you think, ah. ha,
an artistic temperament! And yet-but
| just wait and see
Well, s l was saying. he greeted me
| warmly and told me how pleased he was
u see me and begged me to seat myself
near the fire. And all this in a charming,
deep. musical voice with just a remote
| something In it which made you guess he
| was born in Erin.
DO take off your furs," he urged.
j did so.
And your coat 1t won't be immodest
ct all"
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THE VERBAL DUEL IS ON.

And opposite was Mr.. Moore, with the
freight playing on his gilt hair and on
his plump. white hands. which were folded
demureIy in front of him.
didn't see the secretary anywhere,
but possibly she would come in later,
and anyhow she wasn't really necessary.
What do you want to talk about?"
asked the Novelist, suddenly.
"Oh, 1 don't care" twittered amiably,
you can talk about anything you like,
Of course. But I have several questions
I'd like to ask you"
Mr.. Moore sat bolt upright and his
voics lost its vibrant tones and sharp
ened. as he said hastily:
Several? But I can't talk about sew
eral things. Haven't you one topic we
can discuss and one only? 1 am a Man
Of Letters, you know, and cannot chat
as II at an afternoon tea. Let's hear
some CT your questions and perhaps We
can choose a subject from those"
This was the first blow, but, bless your
heart. it didn't trouble me much. I'm
SO used to the vagsrtes of the great.
L hastily produced "A a1lst>of<question
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What Designed To Be Interview with the AuhrA Resolved
Itself Into ThreRomd Bout in Which Only Fists Were Baned-The
Enghman Proved Minute and Hard andHs
WoudBe Qyestoner Was Foored Many Times the Encounter

I Il don't care whether he received II
or not 1 don't want to talk about
John Masefield. and to an artist the
present age doesn't matter. or indeed
any age. What difference does 1t make
to me for instance. continue my
work. that's aIl''
Have artists changed?"
Il won't discuss that. or any of these
things. Since you haven't read .Salve
and We can't talk of that, would you
care to see my house and my pictures
I'll show them to you. now"
Yes. I'd like very much to see them, -
] answered with alacrity. but you know
1 could describe them In a few para
graphs"
Very well. do that Then read
'salve,' particularly the quarrel with my
brother, and We can have an interview
on that. basing 1t on the religious in
struction of children"
Here was the rosy dawn of hope.
That will be the very thing that's of
human interest" responded, but
aren't you a bachelor"
Doesn't matter" he assured me air
lily. Il know a great deal about the sub
ject, especially about children raised in
Catholicism. who are not allowed to read
the Bible. and are STEPPED in the super
stitions of this Church which saps and
suppresses all its followers and which
has no great literature. But. there.
we'll discuss all that when you've read
my book
SIGH TOUCHED HIS HEART
And this. just when he was becoming
interesting.
I sighed. a deep. heartfelt sigh. which
reached him.
'Tired?" he inquired sympathetically.
"A little"
Too bad. Care to see the pictures?
oh. yes. rather"
He led the way down to the end Of the
room and there in the attitude of guide
and instructor he pointed out the finest
portrait ever painted"
1t was a very beautiful Manet, and
said so. thought. most enthusiastically.
but the Man OF Moods wanted more.
Il see you are not fond of pictures"
he remarked.
But l am. very"
We'll. but you say so little about this
Manet OF mine. which is a perfect gem"
Il quite agree with yoG but 1 can't
rave over II. / am exhausted" and
cast a whitening glance at him. which
missed fire.
We'll. how do you like this. by one
Of your countrymen?" and he took me
over to a Mark Fisher. a valley in the
sunlight. with a group OF figures.
Il can't say l like II very much"
answered bravely. 1t seems a little old
fashioned"
Mr.. Moore turned upon me.
Now whatever do you mean by that"
he demanded. Art can never be old
fashioned"
Il mean the technique seems oldfash-
toned to me. There's a sort of smooth
ness and over-attention to detail. which
don't like"
Mr.. Moore spake rot a word and l
shall never know whether he really re-
sented or approved my opinion. Being
wise in my generation. 1 didn't seek to
discover
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HIS BOOK AS A TOPIC.

Then suddenly Mr.. Moor, burst out with
petulant exclamation:
Il don't think l care to answer any
more of these questions. Now, IL YOU
want to ask me about my book 'Salve
Have you read it?'
Oh, artful man.
l confessed that I had not as vet had
time.
We'll, perhaps you had better read il.
he advised. Then we can have an inter
esting talk on subjects taken from that"
He famed the air with one soft hand as
he continued affably: But for the pres
ent. go on in your own way a bit further,
* you like" And he crossed his legs and
surveyed me quizzically. with his head on
one side and his eyes slightly narrowed.
Oh. dear. Talk about the spider and
the fly, the cat and the mouse. the inquisi-
tor and his victim. l felt like all the
unfortunate ones in those groups. but
there was nothing to do but to go on try
ing.
rs work a source OF happiness?" 1
faltered
''Of course, it is" snapped out Mr..
Moore. Then, as l started nervously. he
said kindly: Sorry, but I'm an artist
naturally my work means a great deal"
We'll, do you think it is. usually?
"I don't want to talk about that"
Really, Mr.. Moore" I said. drawing
myself up TO my full height. Il think /
had better go. There's no use in con-
tinuing this conversation"
Another transformation and the Man
OF Moods was smiling beneficently upon
me.
''Oh. do go on" he urged. TITS quite
all right"
No IL isn't It'Sno rse AZ all"
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the midday hours. when twilight fell.
and long. long after my bedtime.
l could recite whole punches Of 1t. /
could speak with intimacy of Stella. and
John EgIinton, Yeats and the Colonel. l
struggled and suffered with Moore in his
religious conflict.
Yes. really. l did the thing thoroughly.
and when l had completed my task.
which was a most interesting one. l pre-
pared a list of questions-very careful
and all-embracng questions-and then l
sailed forth to brave the
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CAUSED FURTHER TURBULENCE

Again the Man of Letters rose from
his chair and did the Gagged lion act
while I watched him. fascinated. At last
he paused before me. pulling at his
mustache with dangerous energy. mis-
brows drawn together and his eyes hid
den by those heavy lids.
Il don't wish to give an interview on
Ireland" he said firmly.
We'll, that's rather a pity I inter
posed, gathering my feeble forces to-
gether TO meet this backhander. Il
thought you'd say some interesting
things about Ireland"
NJ use!
Il have said I don't care to discuss
the Irish question" repeated Mr.. Moore
with dogged tenacty.
All right. all right" cooed your Aunt
kate. I'll try another one. Do you be-
lieve in war;
oh what a question" Easped the
Moody One. shaking his hands. palms up
ward. What a question! What differ
ence does all this sort of thing make
Whom does it INTEREST,""
"Oh, really. what you have TO say on
any subject interests many people"
answered, in a tut-tut tone
He was a little pacified by this, but ne
still declared he did not want to 60 into
the subject of war or peace conferences.
oh, very WELL" I murmured. peace
at any price being my motto. VIII you
tell me whether you think the poetic
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SHE WANTED TO SHAKE HIM.

'Hum-m-m. don't approve OF that style
Of thing at all. I only like William Poel s
productions OF Shakespeare. Anyhow,
prefer Shakespeare without scenery.
But Barker got as near to that as he
could l urged. and l confess I should
have liked to have given him one little
shake.
"Oh, but those costumes" sighed the
Man OF Letters: "a bit of red ribbon here,
BIT Of fur there. No meaning. no mean
ing at all"
They were taken from Giulio Ro-
mano." said l.
Don't care II they were"
gazed at the playful flames for a mo-
ment or two. then. as MIR Moore was star
ing at me and had assumed the pose of
Il witness under cross-examination, /
hastily ran owed my questions to myself
Would he tell me how he worked ?
Never.
! skipped IT.
Would he mention his relaxationso As
suredly not.
l skipped II.
Books he liked? No
l skipped it,
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THE Willy INTERVIEWER

1 laughed as I said: No. I think I'll
keep it on, because I'm not going to take
up much Of your time, You know" And
in my perfidious female heart I was
planning quite a visitation, so much had
l to talk about.
First and foremost there was Esther
Waters" that novel over which 1 shed
floods of tears once upon a time What
inspired it, AM what sort of a play had
he made of it?
Then there were Irish and English poll
ties and few Illuminating ideas on
American politics because of the Irish
there. and Yeats and Art, of course. the
Celtic League and. last Of all, Paris Paris.
the City OF Light, where he had lived
twenty years before he returned to Eng
land to settle down in Pimlico.
All these and many more topics fioated
mistily through my mind. as I basked in
the warmth ar l thought what a pleasant
world it is and how well filled with kindly
folk.
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asking me why l hadn't married. l tod
her I preferred love affairs"
! laughed with him.
He was in a good mood. He wasn't
going to deliver backhsnders.
! settled myself comfortably in the arm
chair, and Mr.. Moore went TO the door
and opened II to an attractive-looking
young girl. his secretary. Miss Cough. of
whom I had read in ''Salve.''
II was like meeting an old friend. and
I prepared TO Interview the Man of
Letters under most favorable circuI
stances. and began with a question on the
expediency Of postponing the religious
training of very young children.
Mr.. Moore's brows contracted fretfulIy.
Il don't want to discuss that" he said.
Don't you? Well. will you tell me
something of the forces which drove you
back to Ireland and the extent of your
belief in spiritual forces?'
No. l can't talk about that" NUT
tered the fractions one.
1 counted up to ten slowly. so as not
to let an impatient word escape me; then
gave a sweet, long-suffering smile. and
tried some other themes-religious lit
erature. Catholicism, dogma. and so on
but he would have none of them
The Washington herald., 1913-01-26
BY Kate Carew.

London, January Is.
A LARGE. plump sofa pillow for my
N head, please, and yonder palm leaf
L n fan. Thanks.
No, I haven't been playing any Suf-
fragette pranks and then running from
the Law. I've only been trying to pry
few pearls of thought from Mr.. George
Moore. and my vitality is at low ebb.
Don't call this an interview, I beg Of
you, dear ones. It isn't that. It never
was 1t was intended to be, for your
female relative is painstaking and con-
scentious, but what il resolved itself into
was an encounter in three rounds, with
Auntie always getting the worst of IT and
Mr.. Moore rising triumphant every time
OF course, if I had dreamed what I was
destined to go through I'd have trained for
the bout I might have given a better ac-
count of myself If I'd only had few
weeks of road work. skipping the rope,
punching the bag and all that sort Of
thing. As it was I went to the fray like
a cute little white lamb to the slaughter.
HE WOULD BE DELIGHTED.
And Mr.. Moore's letter was so gracious
and agreeable. He would be charmed to
see me, delighted to talk to me and he
WOuld nave MS very own SECRETARY tutIe
to take notes.
1t seemed just easy!
l fairly purred with delight as I donned
glad raiment and hled me to Pirnlico.
where the distinguished writer has taken
a house, having shaken the dust of Paris
from his literary boots.
You needn't look askance when I say
Pimlico. either. II you do. it will Just
prove that you are way back number.
because Pimlico. though it may have had
A lurid past, is now perfectly reputable.
even stodgy. residential district. Like St
Johns Wood it has turned over a new
leaf, and nowadays the most praiseworthy
British matron can set up housekeeping
there and rear her family in absolute and
unsullied respectability.
So you see it isn't what you had heard
it was at all. and, anyway. it's Just OH
the edge of Belgravia, and if you live on
one side Of the street you can have Bel
Eravia on your letter paper, while on the
other side you have to content yourself
with plain Pimlico.
Well we must on to the
FIRST ROUND.
The Mansion of Moore is on the Pimlico
side Of the street. 1t is r solid English
house. like all the others in the row, only
perhaps the brass knocker is a shade
heavier and SIMMER. Your Auntie rat
tatted gayly on this. for she was feeling
very spry and youthful, and she almost
} pirouetted into the dining room, where
she was to await the Novelist
II was long apartment, very dark and
heavy in furniture and decoration, with
fine pictures here and there on the walls,
which were covered with a dull, green
brocade paper.
didn't have to wait long for Mr.. Moore.
Almost as soon l entered the dining
room heard his foot upon the stair. and
then in he came and greeted me with a
fatherly kindness and friendly warmth
which heartened me more than ever. In
fact, felt 1 must hold myself in check
lest should want to send a series Of con-
tinuous interviews with any one so de-
lghtful and agreeable.
Aren't men the gay deceivers?
Of course his appearance was some
thing Of a surprise to me, because hadl
tsnciedt .himeZoung and slender and ar.
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WAS EXCEEDINGLY ANNOYED.

Mr. Moore rose from his chair and
towered above me. a substantial chunk
Of much annexed humanity. and he
waved his hands in the air in manner
undoubtedly acquired in France.
Il can't. 1 simply can't answer such
questions" he ragged. Everything IN
art brings one in touch with life, but
why under the sun should a serious man
of letters discuss such a topic? What
does any one care about the novel, or
the drama, Affecting life? Eth. tell me
thatr
The storm had burst. and your auntie
trembled and Ionged. oh. how she ionged.
to have been trained as a first class
| cook. or a seamstress. or anything in
the world but a journalist.
I'm very sorry" 1 answered with all
the dignity could muster. Il won't de-
tain you any longer
And, behold. the sun came out again
and Mr.. Moore laughed at himself and
at my annoyance. as he pleaded in dull
Get tones:
DO pardon me. l didn't intend to Of
fend you In the least. But as an artist
it is quite impossible for me to give
this sort of interview. Now. II you wish
to question me on any particular sub
iect I'll be glad TO allow you 10 do SO.
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LED ON BY CURIOSITY.

Then his eye fell upon the paper which
trembled in my hand, and again a fatal
curiosity seized him.
Anyhow. go on with what you have
there" he commanded graciously. and
We will see what We can do"
| sat down again and quavered out,
! Surely. you take an interest in Eng
iish politics. don't your
"Oh, / don't want to talk about Eng
lish politics." replied the Man OF Moods
very peevishly. Try me with another
Go on
I began to feel like an overworked
gramaphone, records worn out, yet
obliged to go on and on indefinitely.
We'll. will You tell me something OF
the Irish question, or of the Celtic
League and Mr.. Yeats" l ventured
timidly.
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A HEARTFELT REeUkE.

a HEARTFElI REBUHE.
Really. Mr.. Moore. II expostulated
gently, Il can't see why you have
brought me here at all. I've read your
book and am quite prepared 10 discuss
il and now you refuse TO do even that"
Il don't like to talk on these sub
jects," he said. apologetically. Il tell
you what I'll do: leave your questions
and I'll dictate the answers to my sec
retary. And now let's nave some tea"
and he rang the bell
"Oh. very well. that will do. I sup
pose," I said wearily.
Good" he chuckIed. III attend to
it I'll take three subjects, 'salve.' the
religious training of children and art
I've given an interview on Degas re-
Gently"
My heart ached for that other inter
viewer, but l inquired in a far away
voice, You knew Degas in Parisf
Yes. for twelve years"
What sort of a man is her
Now what do you mean by that aues-
ton? / don't understand"
It's very simple" I said. still in my
little voice. "Is he kind and gentle. like
Rodin. for instance?"
"oh. Rodin is an old softsoap. No
Degas Is hard and bitter. He 10
fighter"
IN A STATE OF COMA.
Then tea came and / partook Of 1t
listlessly. l was in an atrophied state.
Hadn't the will to go. nor the nerve
to talk. At last said, dreamily. look
ing around at the heavy British room:
Don't you miss Paris life?'
Not at ALL" answered Mr.. Moore.
There isn't any Paris any more The
Paris knew was a charming city OF
five hundred inhabitants on the bank OF
the Seine"
I'D like to see Degas." volunteered
We'll, you won't: nobody does. So put
that absolutely out OF your mind. Have
some more tear
Thanks, no. I must 60 now. And
vou'll send me the answers
Yes, surely
So 1 left PimlIco. worsted again!
THIRD ENCOUNTER.
This was an Absent Treatment affair.
The interview didn't come. and wrote
a tactfuI and diplomatic note and re-
CetNed an answer 1hOoIc 10
effect that he hesitated about handling
the questions that way, giving several
reasons, essentially his own.
That's all
So. as 1 said in the beginning. there
wasn't any interview. and this Is only
the true tale OF the lively Artistic Tenn
perameut Of serious Nan Of LsA1oA a
Scopxyis4Aza2erSalu 5epskKM
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and at random took the first one my eyes

and at random took the nrst one my eyes
lit upon.
DO you take any interest in American
politics?' I inquired, winningly.
1 regret to say Mr.. Moore snorted.
Yes, he just plain snorted. and with one
snow white hand he tugged at the left
side of his mustache.
None whatever" he replied curtly
and decisively. Go on to the next"
I looked up at him. mildly surprised.
to see II, by any chance. there was a
joke In this change of manner. but not
at ALL The Man of Moods was survey
ing me gioomily.
1 wanted to say. Well, as you are 50
interested in your countrymen. you ought
to be willing to discuss their welfare in
America" but / couldn't frame the words.
so I obeyed his request. and tried an
other sort of question.
Which brings one closer in touch with
life. the novel or the drama" l recited
glibly, but quite without the assurance
of my former effort.