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New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
the best known Of Feuil-
let's works is novel called LA
- Nfnrtnv Il Is q novel of great

DROBABLY the best known Of Feuil-
let's works is novel called LA
- Morte." It is novel Of great
mower and delicacy. An example Of the
writer's style may be glimpsed in the fol-
lowing extract, as preface to which 1t IS
necessary 20 understand few of the cir
cumstances Of the story. Two years after
the death of Alette dc Naudrlcourt,
Bernard, her husband, marries Sabine de
Tallevaut. whom Walter Pater describes
as beautiful, intellectually gifted, su-
prenely Amazonian." Her father, Dr.
Tallevaut. attended Aliette during her
fatal illness and Sabine assisted him. 1t Is
really over the sickbed of his wife that
Bernard struggled against the first real
passion Of his life" He falls hopelessy in
love with Sabine. Bernard's sorrow over
the death of Aliette is, however, profound.
But the real tragedy comes later, when,
some years after his marriage with SABINE,
he returns alone to Valmoutiers for his
little daughter. The child's old nurse, Vic
toire, objects to his taking little Jeanne to
Paris. where, with Sabine, Bernard is now
living. Victoire implores him not to take
the child. She grows impassioned and mys-
terious. II have never believed it," she
murmurs. "No, never could believe 1t.
But if you take the child away | shall"
Then this conversation ensues:
believe what, wretched woman? Believe
wnat?"
Her voice sank lower still. Believe that
you knew how her mother came By her death
and that you mean the daughter to die as she
did"
"Die as her mother did,
"Yes. by the same hand.'
The sweat came on my forehead. felt, as
il were, breathing Of death upon me. But
still thrust away from me that terrible light
on things.
"Victoire," said. cake care! You are no
fool; you are something worse. Your hatred
Of the woman who has taken the place OF my
/ first wife-your Blind hatred-has suggested
to you odious nay, criminal. words"
: "Ah! ah Monsieur." she cried with Wild
energy. after what l have just told you,
take your daughter to live with that woman il
you dsre!"
walked up and down the room awhile TO
collect my senses Then, returning 10 the old
woman "Yet how can | believe you?"
esked. "If you had had the shadow of proof
Of what you give me to understand, how could
you have kept silence so long? How could
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
Notable Offerings in the Theatre

reveal signs of age. II is only by virtue Of
some clever dialogue and two or three iso-
lated scenes that it can support its claim to
be regarded as a comedy. The greater part OF
It is farcical not only in the general spirit
OF it's action, but in its somewhat audaeious
use of convenient coincidence. But 1t IS
farce of a superior order, in which common
sense and reason are not unnecessarily al
fronted, in which the dialogue is seasoned
with wit and humor, and several Of the char
acters, if slightly overdrawn, are sufficiently
lifelke TO be accepted as natural. These,
however, belong 20 en- earlier and ephemeral
generation, and, having no great specific value,
contain no essence Of permanent vitality
But THE Globe" found the manner Of
its presentation extremely creditable:
"The cast, headed by William Faversham.
Maxine Elliott, Irene Fenwick and Maclyn
Arbuckle, has been drilled by Mr.. Fayersham
into one OF the most adroit and finished en-
sembles offered here for any play in many
long day. Mr.. Faversham himself has never
acted with more skill, incisiveness and polish
than in the part Of Lord Algernon Chetland,
a part that fits him marvellously well. Miss
Elliott returns to the stage after her long
absence as sumptuously handsome as in the
past. Lady Algernon Chet!and shows her
abilities as an actress at their very best
without ever overweightinG them. iier per-
formance was admirably distinguished and
effective
In "The Herald" one reads:
"Gir. Faversham should be felctated. Il
is something TO restore Lord and Lady Algy'
as it used to be, with delicate attention to
the colorful details of the early production"
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30

Yesterday acas the tWenty-serenth
anniversary Of the death Of Octdre
EeuiIlet. French noUelist and drama
t;sf. He 1cas born a. SGiat-L6 on Az
o,,st II. 1921, ard died at Paris De-
cember 20, 1890. At nineteen, cut OF
by his father (lgho had destined HIM
for the diplomatic service) because Of
his determination to adopt literature
as profession, Feietllct began hs
career Of his choice as q journalist IN
Paris. Three gears later he received
parental forgiveness, and IN 1851 he
qciLlingly gaze mp Paris to be has
fathers constant attendant during
nervous illness in the melancholy cha
teau at Saint-L6. Returning to Pdr7s
upon his fathers death seren years
later he entered into social hfe and
became great court fcrorite. BIT he
had Inherited his fathers nervous er-
citobiLity and Paris goyetiss pror'ig
too much for him he retired once more
to the country, for fifteen gears. The
last years of his life Vere spent IN q
ceoseless wandering, the result OF the
agitation of his nerves.
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
a yISS HARRIET SEYMOUR, head
M Of the Harriet Seymour School

Nh of the Harriet Seymour School
II of Music, in the course of an
address recently delivered worked out the
Importance of concentration in music play
ing. In part, she said:
at is conceded that music is the road 10 a
higher life. How shall we teach music IL
this new way?
"Of all known forms of energy thought is
the most subtle and the most irresistible force.
Hy changing the thought Of the world we
shall change the conditions, and in no other
way can such change come about. The
question of education is, then, the question
of teaching people 10 think constructiyeiy
and then 10 act out their thoughts. The
study Of music not only does teach clear
thinking, but also proves through sound
whether the process is true or not.
"As soon as listening has become an estab-
lshed habit, and the elements of music can
be heard inwardly, the question of how 20
practise a musical composition arises.
Charles Fillmore in one of his remark
able books says: Music makes unity be-
tween the universal consciousness and the
individual. Thoaght is the gate. Thought is
tLe 1Gtep The whole world is talking about
the power of thought, and yet the average
Pianist appears 20 be especially deficient In
the power Of concentrating his thought upon
his work. Perhaps Il Is because playing the
piano is in a sense physical thing; that
is, we play with our hands and arms upon a
tangible instrument.
"The trouble is that most people who prac-
tise practise entirely with their fingers ard
think about something else; the great ones
concentrate their thought upon the music,
forgetting everything else. hence their great
ness. Concentration is the secret of strength
in politics, in war, in trade-in short in the
management of human affairs Ore OF the
high anecdotes Of the world is the reply OF
Newton to the inquiry how he had been able
to achieve his discoyeries'-'By always "a
tending my mind
"Has concentrated thinking been left out
of the pianst's schooling? Apparently /.
has.
"Let the reader who plays begin to prae-
tise naturally, and at the end OF the hour
faithfully report his thought. Here are u
few OF such reports:
Practising Beethoren Sonata
Thoughts (of ride on the omnihus.)
lof visit to the countryD
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
The Prophet

Oppressed by spiritual thirst,
went in wilderness astray;
"hen 10! the scraph of the Lord
Cane down upon my lonely way.
With motion soft as sleep, and light,
lis fingers touched my either sight,
an Ike startled eagles eyes
7Leu opened my prophetic eyes.
iIe touched my ears, and they were full
With sounds and clashings wonderful:
! heard trembling III the skies,
Apd sweeping angels over me,
ind monsters creeping meath the see,
And N the vale the vines arise.
l!e hung upon my lipe awhile,
And out my sinful tongue he tore,
SO tull Of idle words and guile,
N1i in my palsied mouth and sore
With right hand red with blood he clung
The serpents wise and knowing tongue.
Then with his sword he clave my breast.
and plucked the heart that tremblcd DER
And in my bosom, cloven bare,
: burning coal Of fire he pressed.
lay upon the waste as dead,
And Gods voice spake TO me and said:
Prophet, arise! Behold and see!
Fulfil my will. Confess my name
From land 10 land and sea to sea
Thy people with my words inhame.'"
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30

noon. December %. THE Sun" wrote:
orchestra was Cesar Franck's symphony in
minor, and it was followed by Tschaikow-
sky's symphonic fantasy, Francesca da Ri
mini The playing of the orchestra in these
numbers showed decided improvement over
past work. The performance of the SYM
phony contained commendable qualities,
though there was lack of proper balance and
unanimty, due in part evidently TO INSULT
cient rehesrsing.
"The fantasy was much better rendered in
the matters of tone, color and finish. The
orchestra's percuss sion and wind instruments
in both numbers were frequently too much
in evidence in their respective parts.
THE society aims 20 bring forward works,
new or otherwise, by American composers.
Yesterday the third number was given up 10
two symphonic sketches, in the Orient and
entitled Tdylle' and "Bacchanale,' By Arthur
Hartmann (hrst time here)."
In similar vein wrote The Tribune:
"Alr. Jacobs's orchestra is body of capa-
bic musicians which showed yesterday dis
tinct improvement over last year. IL is not
yet perfectly balanced, and its playing of
the Franck minor symphony lacked per-
feet articulation, yet it gave creditable
performance, and Mr.. Jacobs proved himself
conductor possessed OF taste and author
ity. The mass of the strings at times out
weighed the other sections Of the orchestra,
and its tone was not always OF the best
quality. Yet it is evident that the new or
ganization is finding itself artisticslly."
"The World" also felt that the orches-
tras work this season marks an improve.
ment over that of last season, and "The
Globe" recorded the fact that Max Jacobs
gave Mr.. Hartmanns "Bacchanale" AN in
telligent and dramatic rendering, after
ward bowling acknowledgment TO the COM
poser. who was seated in the balcony.
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
Exempt

We are your background, Children Of the
Dawn
VIC stand aside and watch you take the
field.
No rosy garland have the years withdrawn
That was 50 hard 20 yield
As;s this crown Of thorns. We have laid by
Oar flower, ss .hey faded, with sigh
No moro But al! this cross that
comes too late
20 bless us with its weight
-.tr1elia Josephine Burr, in Eceyybody':.
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
A New Camille

"Thc Lady of the CGmeIlids," q neW
Uersiou of the Dumas play arranged
bu Edward Sheldon, presented at the
Eg1Dire Theatre last Monday eCening,
acith Ethel BarTymonc IN the leading
role.
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
Concentration in Music
Practising a Bach GGvotte
Thoughts: (0f hopscotch.)

Practising Bach GGvotte
Thoughts: (of hopscotch.)
Practising a Debussv Ard6esqAe
Thought of nice little cake shop
where you can get little Frensi
pastries)
Practising a Chopin Wall:
Thought Of catching train to-n0''
row.
Practising a Bach Fugue
Thoughts: (of love affairs Of
Ms coming.
Who sent the paper?
Children-what vegetable?
Tea psrty here for II.
Coming back with H.
When will she go 10 l.. for singing
jlr. c. has never sent his BILL
wonder why?
ought 20 have invited him TO az
ner last winter.
III send the children for on"
this p. m.)
a little girl Of twelve, noted for :imldn'
and general weakness, was playing grey
Sailors Song so softly that one could seAi'.
IT, hear it. 'Of what are YOU thinking dss,,
'Oh. just thinking Of nothing,' answered. ~
child. Well, imagine that ! am poc'' y.
pressed person, wanting some one TO give N.
hope and courage, and try 90 give u 20 -
through that Grieg song The enhes
sponse was electric. and myself as'Vs
ished ut the power OF her touch and tne es.
yiction that the music brought. Her thoOsss
concentrated on something definite ana eya
struetive, had inspired her TO play % '''
had never played before. "a
ut is better 20 play simple tnins IN. IN
TO think a definite though, than 70 Play s.'s r's.
liant things and be mentally Vacuum -
some simple thing: have a pencil ana p.p,l
by you; focus your mind or the mus''
watch your mind when IL wanders; pu'
against yourself: If you have thousn' !.
phrase without wandering mentally, ~.
cross, and this trains your mind to ooe' ~.
IL is your servant. When you have VI,
trained yourself mentally, you VIII pe sor
for use; you will then be ft ensnn''
the Spirit TO use. But the inner nan ms a.
have your attention; you must be TAU. .,,.r
think, and music is royal way o. SEQ .s',
this training-this efficiency, that MAJ "a
Of real and permanent use to yea'''"
your fellow men,"
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
Lawrence Reamer, in "The Sum- wrote:

miss Barrymore, whose unique loveliness
is girlish again, acted the role of The dis
traught courtesan with her own simple
pathos and with q tremulous sensitiveness
of sorrow that was eXquisitely natural. in
the scene with the father of her lover she
was perhaps at her best since her manner
of depicting a gentle and loving nature
broken under a great sorrow was poignantly
touching. In It's whole Interpretation her
Marguerite Gautier is indescribably tender
and gentle. or the more moving emotional
aspects Of the character she endeavored TO
give no suggestion, which is probably the
only way in which the famous heroine could
be realized again to-day and appeal to the
taste of the public"
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
A War Song

WHEN the word is "war," and the war
w is glory,
Could we fear to follow where our faith
ers led?
Ours is now the moment in the shining
story!
We are reused, we are ready, for the
word is said
Now the hearts afre, and the waiting's
endcd
Now we hear the bugles from the far
thcst hilll
We are up, we are out on the mission
splendid,
And our heroes fallen, they shall lead us
still!
Grace Hazard Conkling, in M,,ns.ys.
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
Current War Poetry
|

If
with apologies to Rudyard Kiphng)
TF YOU can keep your socks when those
about you.
Are losing theirs, and blaming it on you,
II you can't trust soul, and all men doubt
you;
~ you can find potatoes in the stew;
IL you can wait three months without
payday,
Or smile when told to do the things you
hate,
II you can grin when you get near the
mcss-shack,
Or eat the meals you get and say they're
great
When you feel fine, the gang is always
sleeping,
When you're asleep, they're always ais
ing Cain,
II you march fast, the bunch is always
creeping,
IL you 20 slow, they'll never do the same;
Suppose they start a little game Of poker,
jus, try 10 sleep if you're not in the
came.
lou may hate smoke, but they'll make you
a smoker,
You're one Of them. you've got TO ac, the
same.
II stupid Non-Coms try to drill you
dizzy
Or give commands that make YOU laugh
and grin,
Remember, boys, the Huns will keep us
busy,
So buckle down and DO your best to win;
n you have troubles, pack them IN YOUR
own kit,
And strap them in so tight they can't
get cut,
Don't growl at all, but go and do your own
bit,
And when we've won, you'll get chance
10 shoat.
n+Howard 4. Herty Private, Company
4, Military Police published in The
WGdsworth Gas Attack.
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30

life, for there is no
chance in New York
for a New Yorker. |
wanted to be a dra-
matte critic in order to
see the plays free of
charge, but now the
war tax has got me.
Sherman was right
about war.
My first newspaper
job was on DAILY
America" which was
devoted to sports and
the stage. ! was APP
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
The Letter

This autterinc paper gives
We breath Of hope again.
A guttering candle bent,
4 bit Of flotsam sent
Along a rushing stream,
Are much Ike the lives OF men
Sut no lives lie lives =.
This fluttering paper gives
Nc breath Of hope again.
Elias Lieberman. in ErsrYbodH's.
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30

I RANKEN TOWSE, in "The Evening
~ Post" discussed the merits Of the ol'
piece in this fashion:
"Whether the piece will repeat its former
popular success time alone can show, but
there can be no doubt that it is beginning TO
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30

<<"HE poets OF Russia declares
e Eugene Mark Hayden in The
N Nation" "no less so than her
,ovel;sts. have at all times expressed the
homes and despairs, the disillusionment
and faith Of the people" The generation
Of the sos, he finds, consumed itself in
restless searching after the ideal, in ro-
mantle protest against oppression and the
sordidness Of life. The individual was
lost. finding no worthy activity for his
power"
Mr.. Hayden then proceeds 10 substan-
tiste his affirmation. He calls upon GER
tain of the Russian poets themselves, char
acterizing their spirit and Incorporating
fragments Of their work in the following
manner:
"Revolt and despair one hears in Ter.
nontov's "Thc Sail' 1892:
4 white sail CLEANS, a lonely sail.
Where blue mists rise on tossing sea.
What sccScth he upon the gale?
His native shoal why !eayc:h he
The waves rear. playing; loud wind cries;
And creaking bends the gallant mast
All aot from happiness he flies,
And no. for happiness hia quest.
'Neah him like sapphire Glidcs the ocesn;
Above like gold the sunlight glovs;
But hc, rcbclIous, seeks commotion,
And dreams IN storms TO find repose.
"With Nekrassoy revolt is no longer wan
dcrinr. purDoseless. Like Turgenev in prose,
he understood that tho visible enemy Of lie
was the institution OF serfdom, and whether
lyrical or didactic, he is always relentless in
his hatred of social injustice and uncom-
promising in his purpose. He is the platform
and inspiration Of rcvolutionists and reform
crs, the great defender Of the oppressed be
fore the mighty:
0 ny native land! Name nc corner, =
hut,
Where tiny guardian peasant thy tillcr, thy
swain.
Does not moan! In The fields on the high
ways, in cells.
in bleak dungeons 4 convict in mines, and
IT. chains
BY the hay-stack, in barns, in lis cart on
the plains
Where the night overtakes him, despond-
eut, he moans;
In the waste-weary towns, in the doorways
OF courts,
IN his hut, in his corner, dumb-sufIerinS,
moaus.
On the Volga-whose moan never dies on
the river;
We have called It a song, the sad plant OF
the bargeman,
0 Nolga, my Yolga. in spring thy foods
nc'cr
Overflow the low banks, overrun the green
fields
As thy peoples great SORROWS nOw over
the land.
o my heart! o ny people! what means
this your anguish.
Your uncndire long moan VIII you wsks
ir your might:
or, By mandate % fate, have you corr
passed your labors,
All that lay In your hand every thorough
fare trayergcd2
Made song - your anthem, a death
song. a moan.
and your spirit toreyermore sunk into
sleep.
"Tho harvest field was to him forbidden
grain and the bread Of fields where bonds
mon sweat was poison bread Russia, meek
and mightful. powerlcss and plentiful. teem-
ing and yet pitiful, was the mighty and sin
gle passion of his life. Feeling that he wa:
dying he wrote with despair and tears OF
hope:
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
Lord and Lady Algy"

"L0rd and Lazy Algy,' produced Gt
the Br0GdhurSt Theatre Saturday eUen-
ing, December 92--G comedy by r. c.
Carton, reriued by William Fdyershdm.
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
Russia's Poets Express All
Her Moods

I I.rroontov. Nekrassov, Tiutchev and Pushkn Are
Called Upon as Eloquent Proof of Very Intense
Poetic Sensibility
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
Reviewing. The
Reviewers
XIV
Eugene Kelcey Allen

Dransiic Critic for Daily Women's Wear and
Daily New, Record
Sir: As far as / can learn | am the
only one of the daily newspaper theatrical
writer's who was born in New York City.
This accounts for my humble station in
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30

lower lower the ebb of my years,
And anon with the dead shall bs. :.
my country! my mother! my own
Other eyes will behold thee set free.
But IL only ere night comes, knew
That unfailing and true is thy way;
That thy tiilers, thy toilers, thy sons
Arc accorded happier day;
Oh. If only one sound-not OF death,
Not OF pain, not Of tears-from thy deep
could hear, ere my days with the dead
O my country, how glad would sleep
"Rcst gr.a. suffering heart! Thy Russia
shall be free.
AS against Nekrassov, the Slavophile poet,
Tiutchev. was hostile to the Westernites with
their borrowed materialism and class poll
tics. holy Russia with her great compassion
and feeling for individual human destiny was
20 be the pathfinder of a new age. Suffer
ire Russia will not be saved by platform
oc material progress, reform and comfort.
i.oary, lowly native plains,
Hsmlots poor and huneering
Mother Of thy peasant toilers,
Russia, patient suffering.
Naughty glance OF foreigner
Source Of light and beauty hid
In thy humble nakedness.
Bearing Cross, slave in chains,
Weary, worn, the Lord our God
He from end 10 end, my country,
All Of thee, with blessing, trod
To Russia
How long wilt thou in hiding fare
Behind q mist, o Russian star:
Art thou phantom of the air
Forever mocking from affair."
Or must our longing eyes that gaze
Expectant ecr to mark thy rise,
Behold thy fruitless light upblaze,
Flash metcoric in the skies?
The gloom is darker, grief enslave,;
lmpendent looms distress before:
Whose banner sinks upon the waves
Awake! Sleep now or nevermore!
"But analysis and persistent searching into
the cursed problems of life have been too much
with Us. And when freedom and peace shall
be the share Of Russia, we shall no doubt
turn our faces again to the central sun Of all
Russian literaturc-the just, many-sided,
joyous Pushkin, our spring. our first love.
We have neglected him bit too long. Yet,
have not all our Nekrassovs, Dostoyevsky.
and Tolstoys taken upon themselves the
New-York tribune., 1917-12-30
Concerts
The Orchestral Society

vTHE FIRST concert of the season by
the Orchestral Society was given
= at Aeolian Hall Sunday after
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PAxVILLE NEWS NOTES

Mrs. A. j. Geddings, of Wedgefield,
returned Monday from a week-e&d
visit to Mrs. Ellis Hodge near town.
Mr.. Roy Curtis has returned from
Tourney hospital where he went for
treatment first of the week.
Miss Hattie Huling returned to her
home Monday from Norway, where
she has been teaching the past ses
sion. g.
Miss Mary Lee Cutter went to
Charleston last week, where she will
accept work with the Naval Clothing
Co. Misses Sudie Cutter and Mag
gle Corbett will go Wednesday for
a similar position.
Mr.. Arthur Cutter had the misfor
tune to have his store burned at an
early hour Saturday morning. It is
supposed to be the work of an in
cendiary. Mr.. Cutter had just opened
business here short while ago, hav-
ing bought out Mr.. j. l.. Pritchend.
His loss has not been estimated as
yet.
Mr.. w. P. Corbett is just back frafn
a visit to his son, Claude, at Fort
Scriven, Ga.
Mrs. j. w. Minis, Jr, and children
visited relatives in Sumter last week.
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that her husband had bought ticket
to Columbia she purchased one to the
same point. Immediately thereafter
the struggle for the possession of the
child took place with the result stated
above.
After Rev. Belvin had made his
bond in the police court he was re-
arrested by order of Magistrate Moore
for violating the terms of the peace
bond. He is still under arrest in the
custody of the sheriff.
Mrs. Belvin has employed D. D.
Noise to. represent her interests and
to take action to regain possession of
the child, which Rev. Belvin will not
give up. Mr.. Noise has gone to Man
ming to appear before Judge Wilson in
habeas corpus proceedings to secure
possession of the child. Rev. Belvin
has retained j. H. Clifton to repre-
sent him. The rather remarkable
proceedings that have taken place to-
day bid fair to develop an interesting
legal tangle.-Sumter Item.