The evening world. Newspaper, September 16, 1901, Page 8

THE WORLD: MONDAY\:VENING, SEPTEMBER 16, 190 UNLOOKED-FOR CLOSING. com f Be eee BY F. M. HOWARTH, SPORE 24: y Published by the Press Publishing Company, & to @ PARK ROW, Entered at the Post-Ofice at New York as Second-C! THE NATION'S STRENGTH REVEALED. In sorrow for the friend he loved and the President he fol- lowed, in calm confidence for the Republic, the venerable Senator Hoar, of Massachusetts, strikes the keynote of the hou “The coward blow that has stricken down one noble life has strengthened the life of the Nation,” In that brief sentence the futility of Anarchistic violence stands nakedly revealed. For it is the literal truth. The Nation is stronger. When death strikes in one’s own family the sweetest consola- tion of all is the sympathy of friends, the closer drawing of old ties neglected, old relationships half forgotten ir the hurry of life. Hieseecioeee met 4 {STRENGTHENED, } Qeeccceccccced G09600-000006 ‘The Professor—I can't reach It. San't you let it down further? Cer- tainly I can’t catch such a heavy thing. No, no! Don’t let it drop! The Professor—Yes, that it Heavy? The Professor—Mary, on the shelf in my room you will find a long, Just hand it down to me. heavy oak box which I have pre- Of course {t !s hoavy’ pared for my specimens. Will you get it and hand it down to me? fine) (ci ape E4SAOSEETIOSS 9449 9d05.0-96545-0355 ayy “You will have ¢o bring it Gown? “Yen; now ! have it all right! You will have to do nothing of the See the great head of mine? It ‘kind. I never saw the beat of wom- gc!" en! They never know mere than one way to do a thing! Jest open the box and hand it dowm by the iid. Sey That fs it!” §5-09-092STEEOOOSTSOWOTIDOTOODIL SALES HBG LG DELI SI EDISTO IAEA ESIDEDE SOSOOFISEDI SOM GSETIOS i 2 S98-OFd99-0- Rodrick—Why, What man looks as though he had a checkerboard on his ‘ace. Van Albert—Yes, that js the catcher on our nine. got sunburnt through his mask. ODD PHRASE. He Mr. Johnsing, Sr.—Say, Sambo, mah boy, whafoh you don't come ‘round to see yoh old dad now’'n agin, hay? Mr, Johneing, Jr.—I ain't got no time foh slummin, ‘gah, an’ dat's a fac'l erent er aentriate OFTEN HEARD. (QU27ING \ Doing + To-day at the bier of William McKinley we are all friends and newly awake to the value of our friendship and the privilege of American citizenship. This feeling is the Nation’s strength, and known of all the world. It was different when Lincoln lay dead and half Europe ex- pected, where it did not hope, to seo the sure-smitten Republic parted like a rope of sand. It was different even when Garfield was laid low and foreign critics commented half contemptuously upon what they called the “destructive passions of ‘American politics.” To-day the foreign press better understand people and the ideals upon which the Republic strength is known. ‘The mur even from the viewpoint of the assassins themselves,” says Le ‘l'emps, the “Thunderer” of Paris. “The ocean is not wide enough to hold all the. sympathy that is streaming from the Old World to the New,” says the Vienna Tageblatt. No talk now of a shattered Union, but of a people united, great and illustrious—a people whose might is the promise of greater achievements to come, a Nation great and commanding in the vitality of our Our r was useless is founded. Orecreccececoces $ THE Assassin . $ FAMEDIN { ; SUCCEEDING, } Qeecccccccccey One Girl Who In Sensible. Dear Mra. Ayer: Iam a young man of twenty-three and I love a girl of nineteen, <I take ‘her out and call on her twice a week, | but whenever I speak about keeping company she always says that she {s tco young to think of it. She knows I love her, but it seems to me that my love {s not returned. TRAVELLING SALESMAN. OTHING for you to do but to walt patiently until the girl takes a dif- ferent view of the situation. If you love her you can afford to wait, and meanwhile make every cffort to win her. The mere fact of a man finding a girl attractive gives him no right to pre- sume that she will rectprocate his af- fection, or that sho Is to be censured {f she doesn't. Sensible girls like and look for lovable qualities and for attri. butes that command respect and confl- dence. I have given you a pointer which may make your road an easier one. A Man at Fi Ayer: T have kepg stendy company with a gentleman who la three years my senior. He has mentioned matrimony, but on vertain conditions that I am not willing to comply with, He knows I belleve in his faith to a certain extent, but I ca not curn for him or any other. It seems to me he Is waiting to wee !€ I will yteld. What shall Ido? I am tired waiting to see what he will do. All my friends ask me when Iam going to be married, but it Here, Dear Mra DVICE TO PERPLEXED tleiricieieieieiet WOUNDED HEARTS CURED. By HARRIET HUBBARD AYER. I really do not know whether I am rishtly engaged or not; he never speaks ubout a ring, and I am sure I would feel very, much disappointed indeed. 1 could never think of {t as a happy en- gagement !f he did not give me one. ANXIOUS INQUIRER. CANNOT possibly advise you In this matter, as I do not know what you mean by “certain conditions.’ If the obstacle Is concerning religious dit- ferences, no one can really advise you. You must meet the oroblem and solve {t yourself, Situated as you are, you can with perfect propriety insist upon a fnal settlement of your affairs. Do not appear vexed or Irritated in any way; on the contrary, be very gentle and amiable, but say that you are un- happy because of your uncertainty in a matter of such Importance. Your friends and your relatives have a right to know whether you are engaged or not, and wour lover Is not treating you fairly in placing you in the anomalous position. If you are tactful you can meet thi situation and carry it off in triumph, If the gentleman can afford to give you a ring he certainly should do so. Every girl has a pecullar senti- ment and a natural pride In respect to her engagement ring, which 1s to her a sacred symbol. Fourteen Is Too Dear Mre Ayer Tam fourteen years ol and have been engaged to a young man of twenty-four for some time. My parents are quite willing for me to marry him when [ d two years more of s: are not acquainted with any of Young. st ft LOVERS. ieicicinit his people and have only known him about elght months. Hoe 4s an educated man and seems to be a perfect gentler ran In every sense of the word. Every man In his regiment who knows him has a good word to say for him. My sister and brother think that I am too youns to engage myself to any man. They say that a girl of my age knows not what loves means. It {s true that I am a child in years, but I have never been ‘one in migd. I love this man as well any woman could love him, and I think that he loves mv. Therefore (as my parents are willing) I hope some day to make him a true little wife. Is it your opinton that a girl of my age cannot love? What should I do? H.W. * OU are a great deal too young, in my opinicn, to make a choice of a Ife companion. You may feel that you are @ woman, but a girl of four teen can only have the experience of @ child. Iam quite certain you belleve you are very much in love, and doubtless you are as fond of this young man as you are capable of being fond of any one at present. Very few women of twenty- five would marry the man who attraot- ed t€em and who seemed an {deal lover at fifteen. In any there Is no ooca- sion, I should say, for haste in your love affairs. Why not make an agreement with the young man that after three years from now, or four years, even, from now, 1f you are beth of the same mind, you will marry, but In the mean ume, should elther of you change your stows in the matter, it 1s understood rty to do so? x |tmat ycu are at Ibe T When their hands clasped she began to look at the dark distance of the Iand- scape, turning her face from him. “And your husband? he asked. the eyes of all the world, which we are all proud to serve and to cherish. : The “coward blow” failed in succeeding. but it is strong in its sadness. The Nation mourns, LUCK AND A CERTAIN FOOL. From Paris comes the story of a youth who set himself to the ne task of drinking up an inheritance of $1,200. It took him five months to complete the task and at the end of that time he shot himself. If this incident has a moral it is perhaps that the French has much to learn from the American fool. There are prodigals in New York who would consider it an extremity of thrift to make $1,200 last almost half a year. She made a gesture toward® where three red brick chimneys appeared in the distance, looming above a rim of treetops. “The Infernal {dlot!" he cried. She looked at him with a swift, re- sentful glance, but he answered at once, making a gesture of Irritation which was a sort of deflant outburst. “You love me," he cried in discon- tented muttering, ‘and yet you spend 1 your time In guarding the peace cf hat duffer"—Indicating tho three red chimneys with a contemptuous wave of his hand—"as if he were a sacred white elephant of Siam; and, as for me, I am to be held off with spears for fear I might kiss the tip of your little finger. fool] and yet you love me. You are incom- prehensible. Why won't you run away with me? When she replied her voice had a subtle quality of monotone in {t as if she was speaking a lesson, uttering To go further with the case and explain the better things|some sentiment in whtch she had reso- which the young Parisian could have done with his money would doubtless be a waste of time. 5 Gocccececcccess FILIAL AFFECTION. TRADE-MARKED. oN who can only affect another weakling of precisely ADVICE WouLD the same kind who will allow his wits to be : FALL FLAT. ~ swamped in prosperity and so drown himself Geeee er erceeem in drink. On the chance of hitting a fragment of sense, however, we venture to hold up to some man who threatens to be this kind of a weakling a large and capital DON’T. Tuck isn’t a fool, as a proverb says. let it make fools of them. A SHREWD MERCHANT. Here is an illustration of current business shrewdness and enterprise in the form of a letter from a dealer who has had recent and great success: Dececccccccce ¢ 4 TACTFUL TRAD $00 eerre Loceccccceceed any recent transactions with you ¢ ing of designer’s art in furniture, and our exhibits are most attractive just now. We should be thankful for any information of any dissatisfaction with| wealthy lover who perhaps will come any former transactions with us, and we will take immediate stops to|#0me day; and even the remedy It. Thero could be no more adroit ca attention to new goods than this courteous reminder that the dealer is one who does not look upon di ness,” but as evidence of a fault in liimself which he is eager to repair. YANKEE BLUFF DID NOT WORK. TORIES of Yankee shrewdness, “I can give you anything from a pickled have always been widely circu-|elephant to a broiled canary bird's Iated, but when one gets ahead | tongue for supper to-night." Of a Yankee, says the Memphis Sctmi- } Tho drummer looked at the mai tar, there ts very little ald abopt it, | thinking that he was J expecially on the part of the man from | call his bluff, the North, “AM right, my friend, Several days ago a hotel-keeper at a | mer, “I'll take some pickled elephant. small station on one of the roads run- “Very well said the hest, “I'll g ning out of Memphis put the laugh on | and get it.’ 5 ind, His example] ¥oman.” she replted. It is only that some men} this waiting,” he answered, We notice that we have not had the privilege of | We know that] poor pieailing lover, who but a short the furniture want does not recur as frequently as it| time ago wooed and won the maiden, does in other lines, but each season brings a show-| With nothing to offer her but his true | ling of an old customer's] world, and I venture to say, atisfaction with him as “cranki-| vanity. Money ts her God, hei lutely schooled herseif. You wor ‘Ah, the sin. id never be happy with a bad It seemed to make him ¢urtous. gazed at her biackly. “A bad woman! What rot! He laughed savagely. “You love me. I love you. What In there in this infernal environment that should make us value it?) What is there to suftice us {f we have not each othe! ‘othing, I tell you, nothing.” “Walt,” she said, "God forgive us— {t cannot be long to walt now.” “Walt, walt. My soul ts weary of "He wit never die; he 1s too selfish; he will seo He You"— O-DAY’S LO VE STORV. Ml. by Dally Story Mab. Co.) us both In our graves, I tell you. Do yout GIL came slowly down the path|know that 1 belleve that In spite of the that led through the maples. She | Ii led you you love him, now, walked In a dreamy way. more t you do me." A man stepped from the shadows. He| She was very white, and the pain in was smiling as he put forth his hand. | her eyes should have warned him fello.”” he sald he sald, “four years {x long enough to walt; long enough for you to make up your mind. Do you know that you have played fast and loose with me for four years? Four—lons— years? Now you must dec 1 you come with me—dear heart, will you come with me? Say—speak—will you come to the shelter of my love or do you send me away forever? I will wait no longer; I am determined; choose— him"—and he shook his closed hand at the red chimneys—"or happiness with me?" The tops of the maples swayed in the wind. ‘Phere was the chill of storm fn the air, and over the red chimneys © low-hung lead-colored clouds, ‘Tho girl shivered and drew her cape clorely about ‘hor shoulders, As she moved, a faint perfume of lavender came to the man, THE RED CHIMNEYS. By Mrs. Stephen Cranes He took hold of both her hands with his and drew her to him, eagerly, gaz- Ing at her face, so close to his own: now noting every feature; the small straight nose, the forehead low and bread, crowned with masses of dark waving hair; the small rounded chin de- neath the sweet, trembi!ng mouth, And her eycs—hee eyes, now dark * with the pain of this passion which she felt was masterng her. She could feel his warm breath her cheek. Her hands crept up his arms about his neck; she throw her ? back and as she did—their ips m. one long kiss. The following morning the awakened with a song upon the that she had kissed. They were to leave that night. + course nothing could prevent her goin now—"nothing but death," she he waid. All the morning he was busy @ ranging his affates for a long absent At noon came a messenger with, note. He careased the ervelope. T, he tore the note open and this is ft said: ¥ “Forgive, forzive me, my bel have chosen death. I could not him and after, yesterday there pence for me but in death. Fi for I have loved you more then The woman killed herself on 9. Her husband dled of @ long, 1h] tng {lness on Oct. 10. Under the maples the man wi and the ttle leaves of brown and |. jow and those with the crimson danced about him. ‘The man had grown ola in two frost had touched his temples and face wan gray and drawn. He looked at the Gaal ere in eat *y the tree tops; he held ou! arms’ toward them, yearningly, with @ halt- atified moan. ‘The little leaves danced and few tn clouds before his eyes, they beat him upon the face; chey seemed to run ands jump before iis sight, bitnding him ntinging him, as he held his arms to- wand the red chimneys. Cupla Is Growing Mercenary. To the Editor of The Eveting Wo Every day we see young girs who link their lives to old axe, For love'a sake?) ever! But for the endless luxuries | which will be lavished upon her. The heart and reasonable Income, {s a thing of the past. I know of many shopgirls who will sit and dream untiringly of a ent will en- Cupid has rules the woman’a| en a vain courage her thought. Ye: grown mercenary. Money heart. Woman has alwa; being, and money alone can ve and MARIE DASNOIT, No, 212 Eighth avenue, Bhe Gave Up Riches for Lov To the Editor of The Brening World: True love knows no greed of gult. No a«elfishnesa is contained therein. OR HOME SoS DRESSMAKERS. The Evening World’s Daily Fashion Hint. happiness. $9009 The Evening World offers & $10 for the beat 150-word % letter on this anbject. Send letter to “Four-Million Bride Edltor, Evening World, P. 0. Dox 1,254, New York City.’ 3 Soetionsecsoeeees CPODOEHHOS Love {s divine and eternal, Love is self- sacrificing. True love was never bought with gold. Money will never displace the divine gift of love. Twelve years ago I knew a young and beautiful gti, but proud and poor. Her good sense was ap great as her beauty. She had many admirera, among them one she bad known from childhood, who was very wealthy. She Iiked and respected but 414 not love him. She refused hin and hie gold, and married a man as poor as herself, who loved her end whom she loved devotedly. After twelve years there are no regrets that love won the day. This little home {s not pretentious, but love and happiness abide there. I pity with my whole heart this $4,000,000 bride if she knows not love, Mrs. A. NORWOOD-COGSWELL, No. 704 Decatur street, Brooklyn, N, .¥. Let Love Go Hang! Ta the Editor of The Evening World: Will money rule love? {s the vital question. Who do we admire most, the | monotonous. a drummer from the North in a very kood way, and the travelling man was compelled to beat a hasty retreat. The drummer arrived at the hotel about & o'clock In the evening, and fearing that he would not be able to get any supper he asked the landlord what he could get to ent, “My {riend."" sald the hotel-keeper, The heir who It may be Grows dissolute beca’ Is also dissipated, responded “Now place it in a sentence so that sald the teacher, the summer I would rather play. small sicholas.— Wisconsin, Jvarnal of Hs He was gone about five minutes, and when he returned said: “All right, sir; supper will be ready in a moment. You'll have to take a whole one, as we don’t carve them after | edging, dark." Tho drummer decided that he was not very hungry, and took some cheese sand- wiches. ONE FOLLOWS THE OTHER. left a fortune fat, fely stated, uso of that, But soon the fortune—tlt for tat— APPLIED KNOWLEDGE. pell ferment and give its definition,” requested the ti a diminutive maide: I may be sure you understand Its’ mean- ‘out of doors than ferment in the school- girl who sells herself for a cool million, who goes out in her auto, has a box at To cut these drawers In =cdlum size! the theatre, dines at Delmonico's and 33-4 yards of material % facies wide] shines in society, or the, girl who mar- will bo required, with 6 3-4 yards of lace] res for love and has not oven the sem- 414 yarda of Insertion and 2) bance of dressing respectably? No car- riage or cab for her, no afternoon teas or receptions; to theatre once in six montna, and the ride home in the auto is exchanged for a walk on the pavi ments, A hot supper after the theatr TO REFRESH THE FACE. MEN tired and weary after a day's W outing or travelling, tt {9 a great mistake to plunge the face into cold water, which really acts as an Irrl- tant, whereas tepid water produces quite the contrary effect. After washing off the aust on face and ears, a Mttle but- termilk, or, falling that, rose * water, dabbed on, will soothe and whiten the ‘away. the fooling of trri- yards of beading to trim as illustrated. ‘The pattern (No. 3925, sizes 22 to 32) will be sent for 10 cents. is Send money to, “Cashler, The World,’ skin, taking | Polltzer Building, New York City," ° tation. ~ 7 No, indeed! But then, you say, these is her husband's love. That's just what she said—before marriage; she who gave | up many pleasures in life to marry for love. And even that after awhile grows To use a Uttle slang, Ta take $4,000,000, and then—let love g@ hang! SUSIE DARLING. No, 158 West Mifteenth street, Ileok at the Divorce Courts. ‘To the Editor of The Eveatag Worlds ‘Wi money ever Cispiace love? My, an example, éspectally those debited the upper class who have both and position. What te reason separating? Mainly faithlessness. are they faithless? Because they not procure love from their partners and sought elsewhere unt were rewarded in their search, after which comes discovery by the wronged party and divorce necessarily follows. For a happy existence in this world be- tween a couple who have wedded, love must be reciprocated by both contract- ing parties, otherwise one or the other 1s not really contented, no matter what wealth they possess. A semblance of happiness may appear on the eurface, but deep down in the heart there is & ionging for that priceless treasure, love, which money never has or will virtually purchase. NELSON J. PARE, No, 8 West Ninety-ninth street, city. i SONG. HE Dawn is a wild, fair woman, ‘ith sunrise in her hair; Look where she stands, with pleading hands, To lure me there. The Dusk ts dark and glorious, A star upon her brow; With sunset blushes in her cheeks, She beckons now. I, ever fickle, stand between, Upon my lips a rune, And in my summer-singing soul— "The hoyden happy Noon. i —Robert Lovemar in Harpere Qfagazine, d \