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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (July 11, 1915)
1 f 6 , JULY llf 1915. B Ms . 1 ( -V; Poto9fph$ofMlU Jm- rf Mi t ' W M i titvmA taken is far pome. I f A, " ' il ' I rrf- r . - f - - ' ' ' , H,S. .4 1 TS - i - " - A VV.r" : - -V-JlVflT AS Artistic iamcet of iiJU Jm- Si f SOON after the war broke out thers appeared at an entertainment ar ranged by the Artists'- League of Munich for the benefit of an Inter national charity a wonderful dancer, who was Bet down on the programme as "Fraulein Tmelda." The Bavarians who shouted "Bravo! Bravo!" with wild enthusiasm little knew that the dancer was an "enemy." In truth. "Fraulein Tmelda" was Mile. Tmelda Juliewna, a bright-haired blonde Russian with a svelte figure, well poised and graceful, clothed In garments that Indicated the possession of imagination as well as of exquisite taste. The young dancer Is not a profes sional, but many of those who nave won distinction on the stage might envy her her technique. A ballet mas ter was heard to remark after her per formance: "We can all learn some thing from the young Tmelda." She is devoted to her art, and In an Inter view she told why. "Many a young woman passes her time quietly sitting at home." she com mented, "doing a little of this and a little of that in & haphazard way. a little painting, a little singing, a bit of embroidery, languidly reading, then giving herself to dress or gossip. Tea. coffee, bonbons, milk and water flir tations! How satisfying! "Not for me. My artist's soul yearns for wider fields. Last year I went to Sweden as the privileged and only pu pil of the once celebrated "Northern Nightingale.' In her time the dramatic prima donna of the operatic stage, she is still in the full possession of the powers of gesture. Her studies have laid open to her the control of the mainsprings oT all bodily movements, the nerve centers and muscles that govern outward manifestations. I hope that I have been able to have acquired some of those secrets. This plastic science is to be studied In the psychic rather than in the physical domain. "In these pictures of mine you will . -.. t. 'fl.-.rv. S ":. .. see what I am trying to do. I am In terpreting the compositions of Grieg, of Rubinstein and of other masters. The dancing is a simple rhythmic ac companiment of the music Dalcrole ventures the assertion that so far no music has been exclusively dance mu sic. This will become possible only when composer and performer fully understand each other; when they are so related that the one art cannot be enjoyed without the other. Dancing various steps to the same musical com position has had a bad effect. When orchestration returns to primitive sim plicity, to the Instruments used in ancient Greece, the dance will regain Its popular place. The Paris opera has already gone eo far as to have the tianseuse appear in the midst of the audience so that her movements, gyra tions and gestures are observable from all sides. "In one of the pictures I represent a Greek flute play, garbed as the Hellenic maidens were when dancing In the home-coming processions to greet the victor of the Isthmian or Olymplo games. Those were the days of classic glory. "National dances are a true guide to the temperament and character of the people, be they mazurka, czarda, waltz, tarantella, fandango. Fiji spear dance. Indian snake dance or Dervish sword dance. "It is not saying too much to state that few of the dancers of today are thorough artists, combining with su perior technique the knowledge of rhythm, harmony, expression who dance, sing and dress well at the same time. The schools thus far bave taught their pupils only to step In time to the music a spiritless performance. "From a superficial blending of shades and colors one must rise to symmetric, graceful forms; thence to the Interpretations of feelings, of Im pressions that affect. Tears of zealous study will hardly suffice. Chesterfield defined the graces as 'a thousand little things, not separately to be defined, that conspire to form these graces, this "Jo ne sals quoi." that always pleases. A thousand Je ne sals quols' must con spire to form the dancer. "Altogether the photographs give an Idea of my poses In characteristic cos tames. Quite a different subject Is en tered upon in the picture representing positions in the dances that seem Im possible. In reality they are examples of scientific balancing, the natural, ef fortless result of motions, an Instinct ive control gained by correctly placlneT the center of gravity. Dancing- means continuous change, transition from one graceful curve to another; liquidity, not solidity; energy smoothly spending Itself, not spent. As such. It cannot be painted only hinted at- The dance la not only the poetry of motion: It is the Interpreter of the Impulses. "But how difficult It Is to concen trate one's thoughts on artlstio de velopment In these days of battles and wars! Only a year ago I "was one of a party of kindred souls assembled In a village of the Bavarian highlands. England. France. Russia. Germany. Italy. Austria and even India and Japan were represented.. Art recog nizes no race, and we formed a happy, congenial family. "Suddenly came the news of political difficulties, of serious misunderstand ings, of mobilizations. Our harmonies were thrown Into discord, and there was a scattering of the party to the four quarters! If one can have a def inite purpose In these unsettled times, mine Is to make a tour of the world and to vl.ilt first New York, the Mecca of artists. I am only a student now, but I hope to come there as an artist." WHAT THEY WANTED AND WHAT THEY GOT Centlauad From Pass S- ously, "only I can't. I'd rather die. So I decided long sgo to steal for the things I can't get otherwise Just as soon as sn opportunity presented. I heard those two on the couch there talking together last night by listening outside that door when they believed that I was asleep. I saw him (point ing to Henry) prowling about the bookcase, seeking the bidden safe, and X saw him find 1C He told the woman his wife, I ruess that hs knew a pawnbroker who would buy the things without asking any questions. I re membered the name carefully. "After he had sneaked away without knowing that I had seen him come and go X got hold of the bottle of aleeplng stuff he'd left with bis wife for me. She'd hidden It under the cover of the coach. I made some tea and poured the stuff Into her cup. "She slept uatll noon today. This morning I tied her op. Then I went to ray room and peeked my clothes. Then I visited the pawnBroker whose name I heard that man mention, and he told me he would take anything of value I brought him. So I came back here to get the Jewels, and any other thing that was essy to carry away." she added, defiantly. "Too know the rest of the story. I was on my way Into the house when X was grabbed by this friend of yours, whom you rescued me from. After I left you I came back here, and " Mr. Martin, who hid been alternately rubbing his head and bis chin ss the girl made her hesitating confession, sud denly leughed. He pounded a clinched fist against his open palm and shook with mirth. "Lard! Lord r he gurgled. "Henry, where ere those little stones, anyhow ? In the same place?" Mr. Martin pawed casually about be hind the lover shelf of the bookcase and brought to light the little steel box the girl had held a short time before. Turn." he remarked when he noticed that the lock was forced. "Open and ready for business, ehf -Then he glared at Henry. "Henry, do rou think that a diamond or so. an emerald and a couple of mid dling sapphires would get you that grocery store and that bouse with run ning Improvements and a back yard?" "Oh. yea. sir yes. sir." stammered Henry. with glistening eyes. His enormous wire opened and shut her hands eagerly. For answer. Mr. Martin poured a lit tle stresm of sclnUUstlng pellets Into Henry's trembllrg palm. "Now," he sad. "ti.e both of you get out of here and out of this town Just as fast as providence, opportunity and your own Ingenuity m-ill permit If yoa ever come back here or tell a word of what has happened here to night I'll send you both to prison for life." HevrlatloB. The be:i of a desk telephone rang out with strident a!jri:ines from a dim corner of the room. The girl stifled a hysterical cry. Henry's wife c.ped him with brawny arms, but Mr. Martin merely turned wearily toward the sound, rubbing his head. "Ho. what a giddy life In the bur glar's!" he said, snd Jerked O.a re ceiver from Its hook. As If In he'.pless defiance, the bell whispered wanly In sighs. "Now. I wonder who" Mr. Mania speculated and placed the receiver gin gerly to his ear. The boll pernsted. buzzing dully. "Hello!" he fal-tly whispered. He waited a muncnt In evident sur prise; then he spoke again In a low voice. "This Is iTrs. Gllcudley-s residence. What do you want, calling at this hour?" Henry gurgled In agonized horror. "Oh. don't. Mr. Martin; don't," he berred. Mr. Martin gasped, too. but It was at the messsge be wss receiving over the telephone. "You want Mr. Edward Martin?" he asked. "You have a telegram? I'ra Mr. Martin; what Is It?" "Dead?" he cried a moment later. S ? No. No messages now. I will have some later, thank yoa. Goodby." He turned toward the amazed trio facing him. "Henry." he said, "where are those gems I gave you?" "Here. e!r. Henry dug deeply Into fcls pocket. "Give them herer "N'." when Henry had placed them with trembling hand back Into the steel boz. "put test box back." Henry slid the box Into the little eompej-traent and clumsily arranged the books In their order. "Henry." Mr. Msrtln said, when he finished his task, "my aunt, Mrs. G;l eudley. died In tan Francisco last eight. Her end was sudden, snd Just before It came she asked that I be sent for. The message I received was from Uie tele graph company, who couldn't find me at the hotel and tried this house." "Tour aunt?" the girl, wfco hsd been crouching axa.lr.st a chair, cried out. "Oh. yes. my aunt," he answered. "But that never made me very popular here. When my uncle died I was thrown out because I didn't srprerfi .n this futurist artistry." He wared bis hand about the room. He turaesl abruptly toward the other two. "Can you and Mrs. Henry go down stairs and rout out something that looks like a breakfast?" he asked. "I g-iess so." Henry said, snd scuttled toward the door, his wife following. "You're both working for me after thla." Mr. Martin added, as they clat tered down the hall. He turned toward the girl. Her face was gray with fstigue. and something else thst made his voice very tender when lie spoke. "Little girl. I came here tonight to do what you Intended to do to steal. Fate, ever on the Job. ith a new edi tion f results, mace me owner of all I was going to steal, snd more. For with my aunt's dea'.h this estate becomes mine. She hadn't an thing to say about that." "I'm glad." the girl whi.pered. "How about )oorc:fr he ssked. "Oh. I can go back tot 1'ir.klsr.d. I know now I rn not even brave enough to be a thif." "You're not going back to F.ck lacd's," be retorted. "Listen to me. I meant all I said a while ago about your br!ng fine and sweet. You're loo good for rinkiands. I m going to need a secretary badly cow. for I'm a rotten tnacsacer, and I cevar did know how to adj. Won't you arilr? One Houicholil Treasure Baltimore American. "Hsve you any creepers about your bouse?" "Tes one." "Whst kind is It?" "Very fat, bresks up everything It can get hold of. and makes me walk the floor with It all night."
