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THE ASHEVILLE GAZETTE-NEWS
Tuesday, January 6, 1911
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will be offered principally by street
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That the tasted of the large army
of amusement seekers In America are
leaning more and more toward plays
of a farcical nature. Is the belief of
nearly every firm of theatrical pro
ducer. The public want to he amus
ed rather than Instructed, is the way
they (inure the situation, and the
present season would seem to bear
out thin assertion. Take the hits of
the Ntew York triage during the past
season. Ninety per cent of them were
musical farces, comedy dramas,
straight farces or musical plays, all
constructed with the one Idea to cre
ate lauKhter.
"If you have a play that has good
comedy lines and situations that say
to would-be nuthors, "let us read It.
If It contains brlxht lines if It has
speed and action if it is clean. In
short, if It has a punch in it we will
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WEDNESDAY, JAN. 7.
The Funniest Farce
Ever Written
Officer 666
By AUSTIN MACHVGH
New York and Chicago's
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PRICES: Matinee 1.00, 75, 50.
Night 1.50, 1,00, 75, 50
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In "Officer 6f.6", which will be pre
sented here at the Auditorium tomor
row, matinee and nlKht, Is found a
farce that contains all these desirable
attrlubtes. It was written by Ausustin
MacHuph, an author heretofore un
known to fame as a playwright. That,
however, need not count against Mr.
MacHugh. A man need not be the
author of a long string of hits to be
able to produce one more. It's the
first one that counts. After that he
may add to his string as fast as he Is
ableto turn them out. Get them pro
duced too, if he first write one suc
cess. "Officer GGR" is an old title. The
title of the play constitutes fifty per
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first problems that Geo. M. Cohan
seeks to solve when he has a play idea
is an attractive title, and few men In
this branch of human endeavor have
been more successful In their selec
tions than has this famous young au
thor. The matinee prices are 50 cents,
70 cents and $1. The night prices run
from 50 cents to $1.50. Tickets for
both performances are now selling at
Allison's.
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"Fred, dear. 1 feel it In my bones
that you are going to take me to the
theater tonight."
"Which bone, darling?"
"I'm ii tit sure, but I think it' my
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Lyndhurst;
Affair
The Story of a Son's
Sacrifice
i By CLARISSA MACKIE
It was on a crisp February morning
that the dreadful news ran from lip
to lip until the whole Tillage of Lynd
hurst was aroused from Its drowsy ex
istence. Ou the outskirts of the village was
the Blateher place. It had been the
show place of the town. The house
stood well back from the street, with
handsome maples and elms surround
ing it It had now long been vacant
and was falling to decay. No one ever
entered the grounds except boys, who
are proverbially fond of deserted
places.
A murder had been committed. Boys
seeking to detach an euormous icicle
that hung from the roof of the dilapi
dated bouse had been horrified to see
the body of an old man sitting in an
upper room. "
"And there ain't nobody lived In the
house for twenty years!" ?rled Simon
Dale, the postmaster, as he led a curi
ous crowd up the street toward the
house. "There ain't been a soul there
since old Pbllo Blateher died and his
son, young Fliilo, went to Asia or Afri
ca or 89ms other outlandish place. I
expect young Philo's dead long ago,
but there ain't nobody to take, interest
enough to find out, not being another
relative. If he is dead I expect the
property '11 revert to the state."
"But what about the old man that
Billy Breen saw through the winder?"
insisted Asa Fitch. . "How'd be come
inside?"
"Mebbe some tramp that's been
housing there. 'Twon't be no mystery
when the constable gets around. Here
he comes now."
The constable was the postmaster's
brother, and so these two by right of
high office in the village took tempo
rary charge of the case.
Constable Ben Dale smashed a win
dowpane and gained entrance to the
big house that had stood in the midst
of large grounds, untenanted, unvlslt
ed, for twenty years. The trees and
shrubs had been untrlmmed and grew
rankly, almost hiding the house from
the street.
When the constable unfastened the
front door It was to admit a chosen
few. How SIlss Alvina Petty managed
to slip inside no one ever knew. But
there she was, the only woman among
half a dozen men, who tramped up the
carpeted stairs, stirring the dust of
years Into a choking cloud.
"'Tain't no sight for a woman,"
protested Constable Ben as he paused,
with a hand on the knob of the front
chamber door.
"Awful tender with wimmen all of
a sudden," sneered Alvina. "Every
body knows it sickens you to kill a
chicken, and you let your wife do it.
but she never eats chicken because
she has to kill 'em. I guess I can
stand anything you can, Ben Dale.
Somebody tittered, and Ben Dale
opened the door and entered the room.
Billy Breen had reported truly.
In one corner of the misty room was
a handsome four post bedstead whose
silken covers bad been tossed back as
if the bed had been recently slept in.
Beside the empty fireplace was a
large chintx covered chnir. and in this
chair was the dend body of a white
haired man. Ills head' drooped to one
side as if be slept, but there wns
rigidity about bis attitude that hinted
at something else.
One hand hung over the arm of the
cbalr, and the outside of the hand
was streaked with blood. On the
floor was a little wet spot
Constable Dale touched bis finger to
the spot
"Blood," he whispered hoarsely;
"wet blood! It was done Inst night!"
A shudder ran through the crowd.
Then the postmaster nudged some
body, and they all turned and looked
at Alvina Petty, who was trembling
like a fenf and Ktnrtng at the face of
the dead man.
"I said it wa'u't no place for wlm
men!" ejaculated Ben Dale as be
straightened himself.
"Who is it?" whispered Alvina
weirdly. "Wbo do you say It Is. Ben
Dale?"
For the first time the constable look
ed closely at tlio man In tbe chair.
Then the color forsook his fresh face,
and he almost reeled,
"Good heavens, boys it's it's old
Philo Blateher himself!"
"So 'tis!" breathed the postmaster.
"But we burled him twenty years
ao!" protested somebody.
Then Alvlna'i voice, curiously re
pressed to a whisper, caused them all
to turn and stare at the little spin
ster wbo once had been known as the
prettiest girl In Lynd hurst, but now,
with her whit hair and ber pile, wrin
kled fn.ee, looked older than ber forty
fly years.
"This Isn't old Pbllo Blateher," whis
pered Alvina, still staring at tbe tnnn.
"It Is young Phllo. his son."
"Young Phllo? You're craiy!" cried
Ben Dale, pushing forward. "Wby,
young Thllo bad black balr sod"
"It Is young Pbllo irrown old." broke
la Alvina. "I ought to know!"
Silence followed her outburst. One
man whispered to another that Alvina
bad one been engaged to young Pbllo
Phone Your Wants to I0J.
Blateher and ever since bis disappear- '
ance twenty years before she bad act
ed queerly. Young Philo could not be
more than fifty now, and this man
looked much older. - .
Alvina was speaking again.
"Be bad come back home again aft
er years of wandering, and on tbe very
first night see, the bed had not been
slept in for many years, but be was
going to use It on tbe very first night
he was killed killed bj an enemy.
Some Chinese tracked- him home and
killed him!"
You're, crazy as a foon, AMua!"
cried Ben loudly, as he grasped her
shoulder.
I'm not I've got eyes and common
sense and a heart!" cried Alvina pas
sionately. "See the blood on his hand.
There is a wound in bis shoulder here.
In the side of the chair Is a knife.
See the carved, ivory handle? It's a
foreign knife! Where has be been
lately China? Mny be It's a Chinese
knife! Look out In tbe snow for the
tracks of Chinese shoes. . Find oat if
anybody has seen a Chinese around.
Hurry, Ben Dole, or he will get away!"
So great was Alvina's energy that all
within the room were Imbued with ber
enthusiasm. In a moment they bad
scattered and left Alvina alone with
the man in the chair. .
When she was alone Alvina went
and knelt there and said little hushed
words tunt no one could hear, that no
one ought to hear save the wan for
whom they were intended, and she
thought bis ears were closed to ber
voice forever.
But suddenly he sigbed deeply.
Alvina screamed, but no one heard
her. . '
Again he sigbed, and this time Al
vina did not scream. She bent close
to him and saw bis eyelids flutter.
Then she flew for restoratives. It is
doubtful If any ono save Alvina knew
where old Phllo Blateher had kept his
Scotch whisky and Holland gin and
Jamaica rum in the little corner cup
board in the west parlor. ,
Alvina knew, and she brought a bot
tle and a crystal glass and gave the"
man in the chair to drink of the fiery
liquid, holding his gray bead against
her breast ns she coaxed him.
Presently he opened his eyes and
smiled at her.
"I almost knew you'd be waiting for
me, Alvina." he said weakly, for It
was indeed young Philo come home
after his long exile.
They talked for a long time, and
Philo sat up in his chair and Alvina
dressed the deep wound in bis left
arm.
When Ben Dale and the others came
trooping back, they paused outside the
closed door. Within the room they
could, hear Alvina's voice talking.
They heard ber address some one as
"Philo," and Ben Dale shook bis
round head.
"Crazy as a loon," he told them,
"although she was bright enough
about guessing it was a Chinaman
who' done the Job. Wonder what
she'll say when 1 tell ber we found
him asleep in the old mill' and how,
when we tried to get him, be jumped
into the river and was drowned. She'll
go plumb crazy!''
But they were tbe ones who acted
demented when they opened tbe door,
for there sat Alvina Petty, pink with
excitement, talking animatedly to tbe
erstwhile corpse, who wag sipping n
glass of hot toddy as calm as you
please.
Alvina had kindled a fire from the
contents of the wood box beside tbe
hearth, and she had heated a pannikin
of water. There they were as socia
ble as anything and looking rather
annoyed at the Intrusion of Ben Dale
and his companions.
"I thought you was dead," said Ben
Dale when, after a hurried retreat be
ventured to put his head into the room.
"Not quite." said yonng Phllo grim
ly, "although that Chinaman almost
made a job of It robbed me of (000
In Shanghai end then when 1 prosecut
ed him followed tne here to get his re
venge, lias any one seen him?"
"We saw him, and then he went un
der the Ice In the river. With tho
channel flowing swift, be must be
down to Rlvermoutb by this time,'
said Ben Dale grimly. "Uucs he
won't commit no more murders."
If the report of tbe murder aroused
tbe good people of Lyndburst It Is cer
tain that the discovery that It was not
murder at all. but that Phllo Blatch
er had returned home to marry Alvina
Petty and open tbe old bouse that had
been closed so many years, caused
greater excitement. '
Pbllo soon recovered from bis wound.
but ha was very grateful to Billy
Breen, whose adventurous spirit bad
been the cause of Philo's discovery
He might have died from loss of blood
and his body hare lain undiscovered
for months had not Billy's bunt for
icicles resulted In tbe finding of the
man In tbe front room. So Phllo
Blateher rewarded Billy Breen In a
most substantial manner.
No one ever knew why Phllo Blatch
er had remained abroad for twenty
years after his father's death; no one
knew save Alvina, nnd she never ttld
tbe story of the son wbo bad . made
a great sacrifice to save the father's
honor and that It had taken- Phllo
twenty years to make restitution for
his father s shortcomings In Lyndhnrst
Now Phllo had come home to receive
bis own meed of happiness.
r.0 now Alvinn releus In tha nlri
Blateher homestead. Instead of being
toe village seamstress she la tbe flrnt
lady In the village, and to th romanco
of the nffalr is added th mystery of
tne revengerui Chinaman wbo bad
crossed tbe ocean and a continent to
tak a Uf i and who In tb end tost his
own.
But to Phllo Blateher th best part
of tli story Is Unit of Alvina's un
wavering faith In bltn and the certain
ty that aoin day he would retoru to
claim ber. .
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WRITTEN IX PRISON.
Sonic Great Classics Composed Wliile
Authors Were In Durance .
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Byron's famous poem, "The Prison
er of Chillon," is supposed to be writ
ten by Bonnlvard, the Genevlan pa
triot, while he was incarcerated in
the chateau of Chillon, on tho shores
of the lake.' But the poem was real
ly written at lightning speed while
Byron was Imprisoned by Inclement
weather for a night and a day in the
neighborhood.
. Nevertheless, some notable literary
achievements have been really writ
ten In jail, undoubtedly the most out
standing being two of the world's
greatest classics, "The Adventures of
Don Quixote" and "The Pilgrim's
Progress."- If only those . two books
had belonged to the literature of cap
tivity, they would have been sufficient
to make that literature distinguished
and Immortal. '
. Thomas Cooper, the Chartist, whose
life reads like a romance, and whose
name is held in reverence by modern
reformers, wrote a remarkable tioem
while he was lying In prison on ac
count of his political agitation. . This
poem bears thejremarkable title "Of
ine rurgatory or suicides, ana
when it was published it created a
very considerable stir in the literary
world, for it had emanated from the
brain of a man who had begun life
a cobbler and had made himself
master of the Greek language and
literature. .
Another remarkable poem written
in prison Is "The Ballad of Reading
Jail," by Oscar Wilde, whose remark'
able and most somber book, "De Pro
fundls," was also written there. These
two books are among the saddest rec
ords in the history of literature.
It ought not to be forgotten that
one of the greatest letters ever writ
ten was one of the greatest letters
ever written was penned In a dungeon
in Rome. This Is the Epistle of Saint
Paul to the Colossians, a piece of lit
erature, quite apart from its sacred
character, which la very hard to
beat. -
It is very seldom that a newspaper
has been edited from the Inside of a
cell, but even this feat was accom
plished by the late lamented W. T.
Stead, who during the two months he
spent In prison . for an offense which
many people condoned and which a
number admired, wrote scores of
articles and practically conducted his
paper. London Tit-Fills.
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teacher.
Ralph Franklin, an only child, wbo
was seated in tbe front row, promptly
arose and answered: .
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