New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-03-01

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She was one Of her gay selves tonight white, SLIM
laughing. irresistible Mnot, looking at her, thought
that She could make even Tarragona Island bearaOle
He knew Of no greater tribute to her charm.
The gjrl and narrowly lei the way, and Alnot and
Paddock followed with Spencer Meyrick. The Old man
was IN imposing figure in his white serge Whcn acce'
tuaed the hodncSs Of his face. lie talked oil an au
mnistraon that did not please him, OF railroad fallen
on evil DAYS Now and again he paused and seemed 70
lose the thread OF what he was saying while MS eyes
dwclt on his daughter, walking ahead
They arrived shortly at the San Marco Opera House,
devoted each evening to three acts Of refined vaude-
vile" and six Of the newest film releases 1t was mere
that the rich lettering in San Marco found their only
theatrical amusement, and forgetting Broadway
laughed and were thrilled with simpler fok. large
crowd was fairly fighting get in, and Paddock, who
volunteered buy the tickets was forced 10 take Ills
place at the end Of a long line.
Finally they reached the dim interior OF the opera
House and were shown to seats far down IN front by
hanging back in the dusk Mnot managed to secure the
end seat. with Miss Meyrick at his SIDE Beyond her
sat Lord Harrowby gazing with rapt British seriousness
attic humorous film that was being flashed on the screen
Between pictures narrowly offered an opinion. You
in America are Jolly lot he said. lust fancy our
best people in England attending cnematograph eX-
hibton!'
They tried to fancy it; but with his Lordship there
they couldn't Two more pictures ran their hlmy
lengths. while Minot sat entranced there IN the halt
dark 1t was not the pictures that entanced nm.
Rather was it a adys nearness, the flash OF her sne'
the hundred and one tones of her voice-a all again
as it had been in that ridiculous autonoDe JUST DC
fore the awakening.
After the third picture the lights of the auditorium
were turned up, and the hour of vaudeville arrived
Onto the stage strolcd pert confident youth CARRIED
in shabby grandeur who attempted sidewalk repartee
He clipped his ess from barbershop periodicals. bought
his songs from an ex-barroom song writer and would
have gone to the mat with anyone who denied that his
act was refined Alinot listening to his bes, thought
Of the Paddock Jest factory and Mrs. Bruce
When the Young man had wrung the last encore from
kindly audience the drop curtain was raised, and re-
vealed on the stage cleaning splcndor Captain Pom
sonbvs troupe of trained seals An intelligent aggrega-
ton they proved balancing balls on their small heads
Juggling flaming torches and taking as their Just due
humps of sugar from the Captains hand as they I'M
ished each feat The audience recalled them again and
again. and even the peerage was captivated
"Clever beasts aren't they?' Lord narrowly re-
marked And as Captain Ponsonby took his final curtain
his Iordship added "Erwhat follows the trained seas
The answer to Harrowbys query came almost i'm
mediately, and startling answer it proved to be-
INTO the glare of the footlghts stepped Henry Trim
ner. His manner was that of the conquering hero.
For a moment he stood smiling and bowling before the
approving multitude Then he raised hand, COM
handing silence
aAly dear friends, he said a appreciate this recep
ton As said in my handful Of this afternoon, am
working in the interests Of justice The gentleman who
accompanies me to your delghtfultte city is beyond
any question whatsoever George IIarrowby, the ED
est son Of the Earl Of Raybrook and as such he IS en-
titled to call himself Lord Iarrowby know the Amer
can people well enough to feel that when they real
ze the facts they will demand that justice be done
That is why have prevailed upon Lord narrowly to
meet YOU here in this your temple Of amusement, and
put his before YOU His Lordship will talk to you
for a time with view to getting acquainted. He has
chosen for the subject Of his discourse The Old Days at