The evening world. Newspaper, November 1, 1902, Page 8

Lin [by the Press Publishing Company, No. 88 to @ ‘Row, New York. Entered at the Post-Offico ‘at New York as Second-Class Mail Matter. .NO. 15,047. OTHER PRIVATE SNAP CHARITY. introller Grout has developed a keen scent for ty scandals. His unearthing of abuses In the Instl- for the Improved Instruction of Dumb Children has followed by discoveries of a graver state of affairs Colored Orphan Asylum on Dean street in his institution deserves more than passing notice for jremarkable development of the idea that a good man in Office should be good to his family. The disclosures] that the manager of the asylum, W. H. M. Johnson, | ? @ patriarch of eighty, has been in charge for more m thirty years. The last published list of employees Teports nine Johnsons as holding office and sixteen eup- ‘ported there. ‘havo been its “collecting agent,” who solicited funds | among the wealthy for the children confined in the —) eaylum. It fs charged by the Comptroller that fifty per} cent. of the money thus collected was appropriated fo The Comptroller's investigation of the asylum’s com- for frogs’ legs, Philadelphia spring chicken and Gther table delicacies—houcht for the children but not eaten by them, however. The childish palate is not edu- cated up to frogs’ legs. And gravest of all the disclos-| ¢ "ures is that of indignities inflicted on the older girls. This is the serond expostire we have had within a few| ‘ “Months of disgraceful conditions at charitable institu- Hons. The Comptroller deserves the highest commenda- ton for his uncovering of abuse: MOLINEUX’S TESTIMONY. _ Molineux’s story, told at great length on the witness} stand yesterday, was one of the moet dramatic recitals ever heatd in a courtroom. The wonder is that after | Rearly tour years of prison life his mind should have re-| ‘tained the elasticity which kept him clear-headed| throuch the trying ordeal and rendered him a mateh in qwental alertness for the State's remorseless cross-exam- F “iner. To ve affable and smiling and coo! under such al _) Strain showed extraordinary nervous contro}, To steer a “wate course through the pitfalls set for him, conecious! ‘that a slip would prejudice his case perhaps fatally,| showed a ro less extraordinary control of the mental faculties. Even those most sure of Molineux’s guilt > credit him with a masterly exhibition of astuteness. He ~Lelped hls case where the chances were all in favor of his “harming it. : _ OBJECT-LESSON MAPS. Commissioner Woodbury scme time ago had a large Sectional map of the city stroets prepared on which ) every hole in the pavements was Indicated by neat litile # Marks in red and blue ink. The object of the map was hese innumerable defects and depressions in the pave-| Ments serving as storchouses for dust and debris. It "> Was a rather striking exhibit on the kindergarten object Jesson order of somebody's neglect and the Mayor, im- "pressed by it, has sent the man to President Cantor.| President Cantor, likewise impressed, has ordered tho| defects repaired, _ This form of argument having thus been shown to be ‘RO effective, why skould not its use be extended? Why should It got be empioyed in Commissioner Partridge’s departinent? would make a most convincing showing. On it would “Appear the 125 Rates law hotels which, iy the affidavits Of Parkhurst Society detectives, violate all the pro- ions of their licenses. With them would be s! he gambling-houses and pool-rooms, the area embracing | “Capt. Waleh’s previnct peppered with red and blue; % marks. It would show red lights not yet extinguished the east side. And with the other marks there would some conspicuous ones to indicate the scenes of mid- hold-ups on main-trayelled thoroughfares from City Hall to Broadway near the Metropolitan Opera- |) House. Tt would be a convincing example of kindergarten topography. A CANDIDATE’S DRESS COAT. ‘The fact that young Mr. Burton Harrison possesses a dress coat is made much of by his political opponents. Reference is also made to the fact that at the Madison Square Hall meeting some of the candidate's friends who “were present were clad in the objectionable garment, And yet if Mr. Harrison's coat is a well-cut coat we " fail to see any valid cause for objection to it. Polonius’s "advice is still good; if Mr. Harrison can afford to patron- fze a first-class tailor it is his duty to himself and the “community to do so. Has not another and a greater Mr. THarrison assured us that a cheap coat miakes a cheap “man? Appsrentiy the wish to criticise the candidate is father to the fault-finding with his coat. There would De legitimate occasion to say something about his clothes "if he had made his speech in a tweed suit. Tweed suits By are all right in their place, but not at weddings or on the + tform when sveeches are to be made. Were we not h d at the elder Duke of Marlborough’s tweed suit @ fashionable church wedding and do we not recall mat, Fassett’s bad break when he took off his coat to ‘his Bowery audience at case, as he thought? ‘Fatal error! The audience wants its candidate to} % un for the occasion, And we do not doubt for a ent that a popular vote at Madison Square Hall d havo sustained Mr. Harrison in his course, THE UNTIPPED WAITRESS, waitresses in Chicago restaurants who are threat- is before a man waiter's expectant eye and unwillingly with a coin evens accounts with him- fi when the girl waiter serves him. No fear as:ails mo unwilling dime escapes from his pocket. cheat himself with the thought that a cheap nt compenssies in part for his stinginess. It usion, ven the valnest of her sex prefers to eash and let the credit of her good looks go. ML we cannot see what the waitress Is going to do it. Woman is still the weaker vessel. Man may sin the reflection that he has permitted her to If from a previous condition of servi- ped to put her on a higher pedestal than! { to occupy. But when it comes to employing we ‘Mines of business activity for which her as fitted her, when {t comes to a consid- Miten he recalls: her lofer ority would get. It is not only The main guy of the institution appeara to, © © show the difficulty of keeping the streets clean with| } A polico map prepared on similar lines | : THE =}EVENING = $O0OOOO00OO CdD 2OSSIOETSISS 9909200000002 06: 22009909000 % 0004690000 O006 O2OLOOE OOOO High Life in New ork, Dogdom. The Canine “*400” Pictured by Artist Powers. CREAM wim, (OME yy) S omocn (CG (CE CREM GSCuT (Lenen) TEA RES OEY CHINA ~ BALAK FAST ~ BROILED QUAIy On DOG WAFERS NETHERSOLC BRACELETS MucH EAR Rings 9 2 kee ~ WoRN AAKING UP FOR THE EVENING RINGS May on ae Wann eur » w Mi 4 LocneTs MAY BE Worn AT | b0q PARTIES WY 5 FUR Wit Take Uy THE PLACE OF PEATHERS TH15 YEAR 20G SHOES Feet Linge Gonosnes war e WORM Thy WINTER One New York woman has silver toilet articles, Dresden china dishes and silver milk flagons for her pet kiyudles. She feeds her dogs ice cream, crys‘aliized ebestnuls and such luxuries, shoes them with kid and clothes them fashionably. HARD LUCK. Bil Yegzmar the other ight? Mite the Gun was doin’ the oe The Vplifting (Copyright, 1902, by the Dally Story Pub, Co.) TTIE was always p bul Unat morning as she swept down the forest primeval she was picture, ‘The rapid movement had flung the blocd Into her cheeks, her hair had blown about her face, her lips were parted, and her eyes were shining, ettie's eyes had a way of shining. Nicholvon stepped out of the road to sings oloed the right of way. As she flashed by her sunbonnet, held to her thi by Its strings, danced on her sho} , Nicholson sat on the log and pon- a d. A beautiful thought had come to him, As the girl passed sald, “Howdy, mister,” There was a strong grain of philanthropy In Nicholson and the chance to work out a long cherished plan was at hand, All his life he had heard of che narrowness and ignorance Poverty of these shut-ins among he was thrown, As seen they had not appealed to him, but there were pos- sibilities in this beautiful child. So enthused was he with his profect, #0 Intent on mapping out a programma that would bring beauty Into the forest child's life, that he looked up to find the object of his thoughts app ching. She was riding slow! and as she neared holson her horse swerved, a rabbit scuttled from the fern bed. Nicholson sprang to his feet and selzed the bridle. Tt was all very simply 4 No doubt the spirit s in symp sho to the mount mintance with you 5 a “Howdy, ifed her, so quickly aid she vanish When It finally occurred to him that she did not mean to return—he was sit: ting on the ricss-covered log at the time—he got to his feet and followed. The road fell Into a compromise be- tween roud and trail as it climbed. It followed a sparkling stream, Nichol- son passed alluring y-paths to hest- tate at a foot bridge that crossed the stream and left the trail, He crossed the log and followed a foot path that wound its narrow way upward. A ati in the branches of a tree above him caused Nicholson to look up as Bettle, who sat in a crotch of the tree, looked down. In retrowpective afterthought Nichol- gon was forced to confess to himself that in the morning apent with Bettie RIFT IN THE GLOOM. Doddin—This coal famine ain't so bad. I ruther Iike deliverin' these peck orders Selun—Right; it's Just proper exercise, # all, (Two horse laughs.) $OOOOS > he had not once thought of his philan- thropic scheme or of the social gulf that yawned between them. When next he climbed to the Eagle Nest—she had told him that the double cabln above them was her home and called Eagle Nest—he carried a small picture of the Child and Madonna, pret- tily framed. It was a favorite of his, of Bettie—By Sara L. Isn't that funny, and quite like Mr. Powers’s cartoon? ART CRITIC'S NOTE, “Does not work with sufficient free- dom." Glints like Hettle's eyes. Bhe looked at the ; “Tt pears ter me," she drawied, “thet the ttle ‘un fi rs its mar powerful,” Nicholson gave up Mettle's reforma- tion then and there—he abandoned ft In a roar of mirth . Every day he crosse1 the foott to find Bettie. Every fibre of his b NICHOLSON’S EXPERIMENT. SHE LOOKED AT THE PICTURE GRAVELY, and some idea of giving it to her, of telling Its story and in this way of mak- ing a beginning was in his mind. He found Bettie under the tree and busily engaged at something she thrust in her bonnet when he approached. He took the picture from his pocket and handed it to her, “It's a picture I'm fond of,” he sald, hesitating. "May I give it to you?” Rettle's taco wore Its witch look. It crinkled up with delight, and the brown Pools of her eyes—when the gun strikes | clear mountain stream to its heart it rejoteed in the long summer days—days that only high altitudes breed. ‘The {n- toxieation of ving In close touch with sun and air and earth in thelr summer mood was upon him. Smiling, indul- gent, happy, he lived in. the light- hearted, untroubled present, But pay- ing is part of life's game, and borrowed Joy carries a heavy Interest, ‘The day came when the man climbed the hill with lagging aleps. “I'm going home,” he told her abrupt- ‘Be you?” nonchalantly, Youngwed—And what are these? er—Salt mackerel, mum! Mrs. Y.—Are they quite fresh? Coleman. “You'll marry a mountaineer and for- Bet me?" “More'n likely.” “You love me," wavagely. Rettle laughed with the abandon of a chitd. “Law, naow,” she said, “ain't ye fun- nin'?” She drew herself up and the cool Unkle of ice In a glass was In her voice, “I air capable o' takin' keer o' my- self.’ Again ehe dimpled and cooed. “Good evenin'—t—air time to milk old Suki Nicholson had been dismissed as cold- ly as hits own sister could have doe It. ‘There was a wonderful moon that night. It balanced itself on a mountain crest, swung off Into space and swept up the wall of the sky, putting out the fire of the stars in its path, It feil on Nicholson, who climbed the big bill with steps that did not lag; It fell on Bettie and left soft, uncertain Patches on her white gown. A ailence that filters through to the core of one’s spirit held the heights. A wisp of @ cloud, white as the dream of one be- loved, followed the moon's track. Nicholson came suddenly from the shadow of the little porch where Bettlo sat. He had never been to the Eag'e Nest before. He knew nothing of the girl's home life. He took off his hat and stood before her. “Could you marry me to-morrow?" he asked. Bettle disappeared in the shadow. “Tain't likely,” she sald, with a spirit. Nicholson stormed up the steps and lifted her from the chair into “Jes' come 'n' see my aunt," sald Bettie, some thine later. Nicholson followed her into the cabin. It may have been the pictures on the wall, the books scattered everywhere, the open piano—one of a dozen things— it may have been Bettie herself, Nhrntiend "" m and with soft! Puifed gaits her “face crinkled up with mW ho are demanded Nicholson, enly, re you doing here? ‘Jes’ restin’,’ ee ein “Lf be a bogeit "unconacloumly. Nicholson lifted the nearest ik from the table. Hopes Afeld,” ho read, by Elizabeth Mle knew. the book. Vor months tt had been among the best sellers, As he Bae it sown ‘his eyes fell on the Ma- nna, ces Laveen) woot tne took on his face she went to *itho gypsy. yanished—ail woman, she her arms to atfatcned, owt ' hate experiments," ao} Heine | K Few Kemarks. Mostly on the Topics of the Day. While Hill fiddled the Garden burned. Hail to the glad November, ‘Wherein we don't yet know Which of us will eat turkey And which must dine on crow! How paradoxical that when Johnson's confession strayed from the path o° logic it was at once branded as patho- logic! “There's one consolation in the change of seasons.’ “What is it?” “By the time the coal man begins to present his bili the mosquito withdraws his.” If Congress had been in session the Capitol dome mirage could easily have been explained on the theory of es- caping hot er. Mrs. Style-1 want a hat, but it must be in the latest style. Shopman—Kindly take a chair, madam, and wait a few minutes; the fashion ig just changing.—Tit-Bits, Venezuela has apologized again. This time to France for locking up a French- man, The politeness of our South Amer lican sisters beats all! “We have no three-for-five-crnt clgars, sir, The cheapest cigar we have Is two cents straight." “Weil, give me a couple, then. I don't care how much I pay so long as I get a really good emoke.” Some people seem to think it right is 'To call the word “appendicytis,” Though the sendation no more sweet To find one has “appendiceetis.”’ “Js there any honesty in politics?” “It there ever was, it's there still. I never heard of a politician extracting any from It." The man who can tell with his eyes shut just how the election !s coming out has three whole days left in which to talk. “I played May the Sport observed. The crowd exclaimed: “Well done!" ‘{ played May J.,” the Sport went on, “Two months before she won.’' “Why do you say you'd never marry @ famous woman?" “When I marry It'll be to form a partnership, not to be absorbed in a merger.” ‘The mosquito-exterminators are tak- ing @ mean advantage over the absent in boasting of thelr successes at a time when the msquito is no longer here to give its own version of the battle. That there's no rhyme for ‘‘silver" One fact may well atone: For silver has a jingle Pecullarly its own. Even the two weeks’ grace granted by Mayor Low to the soft coal nulsanco will be sufficient to blacken our white” bulldings more than would two years of normal atmosphere. The Mullah might be still madder if he knew how quickly he has vanished from the news. If every one could be @ millionaire Of one fact there would not be any doubt: Folks who for rheumatism seek the care Of doctor, all would find that they had gout. Miles—I wonder why a woman seldom ediiesBecatite In that case she would have to do the listening also—Chicago News. Now let the romantic novelist proceed to utilize the West Indian lunar eclipse for the usual purpose of releasing the hero, whose terrified captors mre to be made to believe that a dragon is mak- ing a table d’hote dinner off the moon. ‘He married her because he thought she was the cleverest, most beautiful woman on earth. But I wonder why she married him.” “Probavly because he showed splendid judgment.” such ‘There seems to be some dlMoulty in finding just where ccnsclence ends and “pathological lying’ ends. “It I were worth $1,000,000 the very first thing I'd do would be to tuy a $100 Paris hat.” “In other words, so much wealth would go to your head."” “Have you contributed to the Re- publican campaign fund?” I’m not quite sure. I bought %%0 worth of groceries last week.” LOVE LED TO are: Kissing a Flower from the ROSE DEATH. Hair of Girl Who Rejected Him, Engineer Andrews Took His Lite. T soclations that neither the ravages of thme nor misfortune can eradl- cate. ‘To-day one picks up a spray of honey- > suckle and the heavy, voluptuous odor carries the mind over the hills of time to other days, Now it is to a memory may be that the suggestion of a certain odor may recall scenes that are better Jost in the oblivion of the past. ‘This is the strange influence contained f in the Unlest petal of a flower, and there are various blossoms which h.a ve respectively opposite effect’. ‘The rosa for in- -is invartably chosen as the sym- bol of love. Very few know why this shou’ be 80, but certain it is that ‘through association the perfume of a red rose scidom fails to recall @ tender moment somewhere in the haif-forgotten years. Willlam Andrews never knew this until the infintto yearning for his loved one’s presence prompted him to ask her for a flower—a red rose. It 19 a strangely sad but sweet story, for the woman's name was Rose ‘Aridrews was a civil engineer, and spent most of his time in the city of Philadelphia puzzling over problems concerning bridges, viaducts and all the other dry and dusty subjects so dear to the engineer's heart. But in spite of his keen enthusiasm, and the hours spent over mysterious al- gebralc figurés Andrews's thoughts often wandered from hie engineering work, and many a time, in place of the draughtaman's plars and suggestions, he saw for a brief moment the sweet face of Rose—the Rose of Trenton, He always saw her face in the same Mght—on'y her face, with the great, glistening eyes that held for him all that was good and pure. Her cheeks, he remefnbered so well, were always flushed with the beauty of a balf-blown rose. ‘This suggestion was intensified In reality by the Mttle red rose which It was her custom to twine in the wreathes of her eoft, biack halr, This was Hose Allibone—Andrews's (Rose of ‘Trenton—the woman whoxe ROSE ALLIDONE. womanly graces had struck the soft- er chords of the engineer's heart. Sometimes ‘he left uninteresting Phila- delphia and would visit Rose at home In ‘Trenton, Each time he went he learned to love her more and more, and after each visit Ife in Philadelphin seemet more uninteresting—more dreary, He could not live without her. Last Wednesday morning, as Andrews was travelling to his office in a street car, @ lady brushed past ‘him, In her bomom a little red rose nestled. Andrews did not notice her, but he was suddenly filled with an irresistibe desire ‘to pee Rose—Rose of Trenton—to speak to her—to tell her the whole sad, sweet story of bis love, and ask the question “ Meant to him—life or death. Without her life would be wares ‘an of surpassing sweetness, and again 16) He went straight to the Pennsylvania Railroad Depot, and in less than an hour he was by her side. She was surprised to see him, And displeased? He wondered, Yes— no. What trivial things these were at that moment; yet they meant so much to him. If she had only smiled, or had her eyes glimmered for a moment with the tell-tale fire, he would have known and felt assured, and happy. But, no; her face expressed no new emotion. She was as beautiful ‘as ever, and be- neath her shining black hair there glowed the petals of the red rose. He told his ‘story like a man, Of course, he faltered. It was a task less easy than the building of a bridge. Rose lifted her cyes to his, In them there shone—not the fire of love—but a light of unutterable regret, and sympathy, She respected him, she said, and she felt the great honor ho had offered her; but in duty to him and to herself, as a woman, she could not, would not, consent to be his wife. She did not love him, much as she be- lieved in him—respected ‘him. ‘That was all. AVilliam Andrews slowly arose to his feet, and aimlessly looked for this hat. He loved her more for the sweet sym- pathy she gave him; and, of course, It would be selfish, But, oh! it was hard— "Good-by," he sald, His hand closed over hers and they looked into each other's eyes.— he with love Ineffa- ble—she with deep and warm sympa- thy. Rose was the firat to lower her, eyes; she could not stand that burning gaze. As she bowed her head, Andrews saw the rose, and scented the sweet, sleepy odor. His eyes filed with tears. ‘Let me take I he sald huskily. ‘Just the one favor. I will keep it~ for your sake, Rose—until the end,” Then he went away, and the Rore of ‘Trenton watehed him from the window as he walked with slow step and bent head. Did ghe really love him, after all, she wondered? Andrews went to the United States Hotel, where he engnged @ room. Once inside he locked the door and sat down, burying bis tace in his hands, He had forgotten for a moment the rose which was still clutched In his cold hand. ‘As he pressed his face into the palms, the odor of crushed petals reached his nostrils, ‘That was more than he could bear, ‘The room seemed full of Rose, and-the air with the scent of red roses, He drew the fatal weapon from his pocket and placed It to his right temple. . The sweet, red bud he held close to his face. "Goody," he whiepered, And that was the emd, but the odor in tha poem when WILLIAM ANDREWS.