The evening world. Newspaper, November 19, 1902, Page 12

Park Row, New York. Entered at the Post-Office at New York as Second-Class Mail Matter. VOLUME 43... wNO. 18,068. THE OBSTRUCTIVE ALDERMEN, action with respect to the tunnel franchige yesterday ‘@ deputy Leonidas at the pass holding the city mo- ily safe, in Cantor's absence, from the invasions the hordes of Persians from Pennsylvania. Mobile daring in behalf of his threatened city. Un-| | fortunately the city rather likes the idea of being in-| ‘yaded. It regards all these Leonidases as objectionable obstructors holding up a great industrial project for the, ‘whim of a fancied championship of those most likely to| benefit by it. McCall said yesterday, in the course of the debate: T hope that before the members of this board decide how ‘hey will vote on the franchise they will consult their con- ests: I do not want any of you to vote on this until you how the people in your district feel, Don't do as the “ress and many men are trying to compel you to do, blindly Support this measure, but ask your friends and those who “lected you how they would have you vote. You will have fo answer to them next fall, and these are the people whe Miike up New York and who should determine public ques- tons, __ These ‘people who make up New York” will ask some “pointed questions next fall of aldermen who oppose the » franchise so obstinately. If the New York Central loses “B few passenger fares it is not their concern. They have | Bothing to lose but everything to gain by the tunnel > project, and they want it passed. AN OUTWORN OFFICER, _ A concerted effort is to be made in the Legislature this | winter to abolish the Coroner in New York City. The "Movement has been instituted by the State Medical Asso- » Gistion and it will probably be indorsed by the County ical Society next Monday. The object is to divite “the present duties of the Coroner between the Preshtunt of the Board of Health and the Magistrates, This is an ‘@daptation of the Massachusetts plan, in successful use some years. Tt will take a very persistent effort to oust the Coro- mer, and if he goes we shall part with him with the re- / @ret which one ferls at the passing of any time-honored astitution. The Coroner is a link binding us to the past, picturesque survival. His wise saws and modern In- corry us beck to the Elizabethan era. We get ses of Dogberry In his law and of Falstaff in his al demeanor. We see him as Shakespeare saw him din a little bricf authority and swaggering on the & full figure of self-importance, at once exasperat- g and enlivening. The authority that was formerly the Coroner's as the own's officer" is gone and only the shadow remains, impotence impedes the administration of justice, a of which we had a striking example at the time of _ the subway explosion. He !s an anomaly and an anach- m and should go. ¥ A FEW BRAINS. Within a comparatively short space of time Mrs. beth Cady Stanton and Prof. Goldwin Smith have ‘Dequeathed their brains to Cornell University, Mrs. Btanton is quoted as saying that she did not believe it fot that sciencs should use as material for its re- hes the brains of criminals only, It is to be feared, , that the difference between vice and virtue must eonfine its physiological manifestation to the size of the human hcart—it is certainly not exhibited in the weight For instance, taking a few cases a ted philologist’s weighed 47.90 ounces, and an equally famous minerologist's weighed but 43.24 ounces. To boch | these men must be conceded at least an average degree gentleman by the name of Ruloff and another less dis- “tinguished criminal whose brains tipped the scales 10- ‘@pectively at 59.00 ounces and 53.12 ounces. Nor ts the difference between intellect and its lack indicatcd in the brain’s weight. For Daniel Webster's brain registered the goodly weight of 53.50 ounces. congenital epileptic idiot and just a plain ordinary idtot | ounces and 54.95 ounces, However, it is possitle that virtue and intellect may Make up in quailty what they lack in quantity and so enjoy a cerebral vindication. OUR ABUNDANCE. IN SCARCITIES, We are at the present time enjoying a notable abund- of scarcities due entirely, it is understood, to procs ity. A few of vur scarcities are: 4. A scarcity of coal, due to the prosperity of the coal 2. A scarcity of beef, due to the prosperity of the} - Beef Trust. ished by the Press Publishing Company, No. 53 to | + | eecoooonse : THE LAST SPL UTTERS OF THE PARLOR MA TCH. _ If we view Alderman McCall in the light which he @s as most becoming we must look upon him for The lieu- | it hero of an aldermanic Alamo performing deeds | But along comes a} ‘Who can proudly claim for their brains resp-ctively 60.v0/ THE WORID: WEDNESDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 19, 1902 Artist Powers’s Tribute to It- Ee} el How Wirey al t—- CATCHES HUBBY — PARLOR MATCHES ON THE STAIR WAY, BE MINE? ONE KIND OF PARLOR MATH THEY CANT SUPPRESS AKE Tw mitts Vac Fun A PARLOR MATCH THAT QUEERED A PARLOR If you have parlor matches to scratch on a friend’s best furniture or anywhere else, prepare to scratch them now, for after Jan. 1 It may be against the law to use them. Mr. Powers in his pleture shows some of the fire-crackery effects that are evolved from the parlor match when In action, and which will be! WOMAN'S WAY. VOID. PA EXPLAINS. = 1% CUS a § “My wife has been writing poetry * and I selected her a nom de plume.” “1 say, Broadbent, did you hear the Little eee pa, what's ability? 3 “What did she say?" story of my coal bin? Pa Ability, my son, is the art of ® “Said she'd rather have an ostrich “Think not. Is it a good story knowing how you know, without letting: plu others know It ; there's nothing tn It." THE PAR SU missed when the safety match is the only Promethean makeshift on the market. The one parlor match that will be left pining alone, and whose perenniality the law cannot disturb, is also included In the artist’s collection. Xl Ceackky a Gentleman—So you lke great inven- tore?” Billy Coalgate—Yep; de man dat In- vents a way to shave widout soap will have my admiration, DPOEEODLOHH6G6-0O00680000008O00 EVENING= Mostly on the The Presidential bear-hunt has thus far proved un-bear-able. “Thirty-five thousand dollars for ring- ide boxes at the Garden” is strangely reminiscent of the Hofton law era. ‘Three sep'rate cliques on Morgan kept DMISIIOE an eye When he was ill, he'd urge them. The only wonder (s he didn’t try To seize that opportunity to merge them. “I am a@ Theddore Roosevelt, only that I am twenty years older,” observes Addicks. What a wondrous transfor- mation two brief decades may make in a man! although to leave Police Sergeant—I'm to be made a captain next month, His Wife—Oh, honestly? Police Sergeant—Well, prove it ain't. Ralph Doughty suffers from a chronic form of the confession habit. they can’t One week in fifty-two The horse with ribbons blue Is still in clover. But the autos’ cheery din In the long run must win In a “run-over, “Burble, I never, ghastly. ‘wy don’ tor what alls you? now, what alls me. jaw you looking so you ask some doc- It's to bolt my breakfast in two gulps 4 and hurry to catch the train for downtown,""—Chicago Tribune. Even now that its two weeks of graco have some time since expired, the soft- coal nuisance hasn't materially softened. For denouncing the gay stockings of the ladies in this church A Brooklyn preacher finds himself left sadly In the luroh. Now that this drastic punishment has put him through the mill, He'll likely let folks “clothe their un- derstandings’' as they will. m going to the masquerade as ‘Eve's Fair Daughter.’ ” “You ought to look the part. Eve's daughter couldn't have been over 6,000 years old if she'd lived.” There ts a young man from Pough- keensio Who often comes home rather teepsie, Where to fit in the key He never can sey, So he has to camp out like a geepele. R Matty (8 THE FLAT? “Why do you say my falth cure for insomnia Is no good?" “Because every time I try it I fall || kK Few Remarks. ——— Topics of the Day asleep before I can get my mind com centrated on It.” The new waterproof pockets at length make possible Mother Goose's predio~ tons concerning ‘A Pocketful of Rye.’* The days of the dying year and of the turkey alike are numbered, Hanover—I never see you at work nowadays, Millet? Millet—No, I was thrown out of em- ployment when the fashion of coloring Meerschaums ‘went out.—Boston script. Think of the chances the Sultan of Johore's visit in 194 will give to the tame verse writer! ‘‘Johore,"’ ‘nineteen- four," “Americ: shore,” and “he’sl go back no more," are only a few of the rhymes which will contribute to the Idfocy of nations. “You greeted that men as if he were an important personag “He's my rich uncle.’ “Ah, I see. A case of relative im portance. “Now, children, what did the boy éa on the burning deck?" “Please, ma'am, he stood pat."” ‘Tammany men who may suffer from Mayor Low’s proposed changes in the civil service laws will probably regard the Mayor's act as one of unctvil sem vice. Roosevelt's ill-luck is the bears’ gal vation. “What a convincing speech the Die trict-Attorney made!" “Yes, it will probably carry conviee tlon."* The Molineux drama seems to be w continuous performance. There was a susceptible Sioux ' Who strove a fair maiden to wiouxy Gaid He: ‘Wed me, dioux! And the act you'll ne'er rioux, For I'll vow to be faithful and trioux!™ “I hear there's a great falling off in real estate in this county.” “That's so. The mortgage seems to be about the only thing that hangs on.’* “'T asked him how I could tmprove my credit and he advised me to marry. Now how could he suppose that'd boom my credit?” “Probably because no woman woul@ be likely to marry you unless you were rich." A Grand Rapids girl says she re eelved one cent for church purposes from J. P. Morgan. That man doesn't seem to care how he spends his moneyy YET TO COME. OHN MONKS, JR., had left New York for a much-needed holiday. Hunting was not a pastime but a passion with him, and ft was natwyral that when a moment of leisure pre- sented itself he should journey as fast as steam could carry him to his Mu splendid = hunting- fj ‘odge and game-p) rvé at North stocked with partnidges, pheas- ants and the other same birds native so Long Island. Tea young man wsi/aot of a roman- jc Mature. Indeed, 999949T90999000OO 69-000-20000' SSA Ae ae ae B9OH900999-09-040HHE 69H96-909G.9:0.2.H0¢ 9099 09-90005O090G204 in the throbbings of my heart, with a rapture that breathes only of heaven. ALD. “Dearer than All the World.” My Dearest Love—It seems ‘tls not enough that I tell you what ts In my heart. but my lord must needs desire that I shall write the words. My xing, my own, I love you! Dearer to me you arg than all the world, , than life feel very sad and lonely, but knowing you will soon return I try to be cheer- ful Your stately form and noble face T will not forget, dariing, and please do not forget me. It seems like a long age of continual work and hardship when you are not here. Those !ittle flowers you gave me before you left have all withergyd and died, and It seems to haunt me that your love will do the In reply to The EF World's offer of 8% for the | levesletter of 100 words, $10 for thi best and $5 for the third best. The printed only as examples of the ors and not as prize winners. will continue until xt y and the winners will be an- ed a day or two after It closes. Ali communications must be addressed next Are effort y i ; : at same, but I pray not, dearest. Now » A‘stdrcity of happy marriages, due to the pros- to Letteh Editor, Evening World, itself. Must I write what moments ot site tual al long letiare eat Ca eas ste ! ity of the div YY. “ity. bliss are those with your strong arms ‘ae Patt : Pew EOE ey cntelding ome, ‘ay head upon your — more, With love sincere, I remain your 4. A scurcity of effective raids, due to the prosperity | Frow—Au ‘Revoir breast; of the rapture that enthralls sno ADELE RUPE. ‘of the gamblers. Little Yosterday! when your dear eyes look into mine, A Changed World. 5. A scarcity of plays, due to the prosperity of “pro- Oh, glorious You must our lips pressed close In one long, ling- My Heart's DesireSince I have won tions.” have seen my happiness when I read ering kiss? May this suffice, my love, TOUT tialevoriiulueenelionanead; cand: tom your answer in your eyes, Those eyes! that 1 am yours entirely. CARRIE. Marling] nowikalone forithertimecwher A scarcity of statese: sperity 3 i lzrling, how long fo j ha y men, due to the prosperity of When they smile at me I feel so In- AlBusinedal Mantencedters f gai cial niyoulton) myvownl. How effably “happy, Darling—I see you ‘now. My Dear Helen—Lf there is one bright the future years will be with , A scarcity of coffins, due to the prosperity of Chris- —I can sce your sweet, trim figure danc- thing which can console me for your love and help! For you are queen Gelence, together with so many more scarcities, due {ngimith: thelaunbesmsy/and ican nent my unavoidable absence from your of my heart, Such love as ours is not akan: ahi eve) your happy girlish laugh dispelling any de \t Is the pleasure of being for a year; is {t sweetheart? Rut to 0 80 y more prosperities, that it would be weari- threatened gloom, How eagerly 1 yearn able to pen a few Ines to express, live forever! My arm shall ever be to continue mentioning them, All this, howeve for to«morrow—with you. The memory however feebly, my continued and in- ready to protect you and in return I Fleads up to the lesson that we should not repine at | of your last sweet smile will help me creasing affection for you. It 1s, indeed, ask from you the true love of a wife teritios but rejoice at the prosperity which creates pear the ennul til! I eee you again. @ painful and irksome change from our and lifelong comrade, Yours till death's Til to-morrow, sweeth + a revoir, rambles about the fields, our evening parting. ERNEST. ¢ if Your GEORGE. duets and our stolen conversations, to a Cupid's Victim, A Deathless Love. dull routine of mercantile accounts and My Darling—Since sly lttle Cupid has PARLOR. MATCH PERILS, | Oh, my darling, my own, can J never the never-ending confusion of business, pierce? me with one of his many golden () “Pins, ~vrote the schoolboy essayist, “saves the lives thrust aside the cruel obstactes that a oye eraser ae ara the world that wasia0 cold and 4 vallow: em." separate us? All thro he still de : © of wettlement, 4 osolate seems now transformed into a le b, their Bol swallowing them,” Fire Commis- ts asa ihe ote eth oe Rs ae soon hope once more to bask In the sun- paradise. My guiding star, my life, my r Stuy adopts a similar line of reasoning with | may, by) your grace. bring shine of my Helen's sweet countenance. hope, my all, whether you are in the @ to yurior matches and fires, His war against the pie RIWOA OflireaOUBvelten God dloss yw, dearest Helen, and bo- cold, tey lime of the North or amid tho match is belug pushed with vigor. And if its you is greater far than life Jtself, And Neve me, with most respectful and af- foft, balmy breezes of the South, my on to hie protests. te insurance presidents Interviewed on the question | ats loss to understand the animus against the parlor | teh. ‘it doesn’t interest us in the least,” said | other said: “It is relatively a thing of small So far as I know none of the insurance m cares greatly; they form so very small a pa:t that we have never bothered about the mitted in New York after Jan, 1 it will be in| even rater deathuatentaiin: peuween Tus fectlonate remembrances to your par- thoughts are always with you. Ah! my ‘twill burn on sulll ike the pure bright ents and all) friends, your ever affec- darling, it is useless for me to try to morning star, that shineth yet, even tronate and devoted HL explain my feelings, when everything after dawn has strewn the sky with 1 of Silence.” can be summed up in Just three little | rosos, and burning, still unseen by earth, Marinenny crete samelsataiiee in words—I love you. Ic. ‘twiil light my path to Heaven, Fors “phe Only Thoumh vain to break through the sod of silence. a treasures up sions, which, when Iam with you, fly away as swal- lows do at man's approach, Does small love speak and great love stand mute and astonished? Waking dreams of you is the spur that “gives the victory to me,” and when we are together our little, foolish word-dream is the balm that heals all world-blows ames eh potntment. Ever your ever yours, J. OLLIE COLLI “A New Language Dearest—I miss you every hour, You | have entwined yourself so completely about my heart I don’t know how I | ever lived without you. I love you with all the power of my mind, all the ca- pacity of my heart, all the fervor of my soul. I love and adore you. Such words cannot express my feelings. It would require an e and faculty my love. You have. eyes bh As Clara, my sweetest thought; my only thought that gives me perfect happi- ness! My love for you ts 80 deop, 0 changeiess, It asks for no return, it de- mands no recognition, It will exist through life and through eternity. 89 perfect cre you, #0 far above the rest of wonfen, so beautiful in character, 80 womanly in bearing, and of such uoblo mould in mind and body, that I, In at grave shall not part us, for in spirit we will go on and on, diffusing love and radiance, our souls sweetest thought of love. without you, my darling! sist the temptation of writing to you, sweet one, You are all that ts very Indeed, when, no matter what his dear to me on earth. My thoughts are | difference, the temperature forced 1! of you. You are always first in my upon his attention he could always thoughts. I pray for the happy time to allay the discomfort of clinging clothes come soon when you and I shall be united, never to part again. Now, be- lieve me, darling, your affectionate ZAlllah, and, as words are inadequate to express my thoughts, familiar grounds with your permission. And what is the most familiar ground? ‘Tis the forest road, where you and I I have sought for you and questioned yeu. nue the anewer can only aiviae belng clasped for eternity. heart burning with love for you that I try to tell you how I feel toward you. 1 dream of you night ®nd day and long for the time I may take you in my arms, look into your pure blue eyes and eall you mine. time seems so long when I am not with Moment you were untrue, With love from pleading eyes haunt me. what I do nor where I am, your vision bo Caproonetied before me. Al Se ara i the Io a Hunting Houne, at Hast Hampton, and) York, and ne was the typical business man of New York, His days were filled with the ALICE PARSONS. routine of a down- town office ang his nights with the glit- ter of Broafway. John Mon\.-, jr., never took a vacation in the summu: months. The dry heat of July, the oppressive sultrinese of Au- | gust found him mating his daily down- | town trip on the “L," with no thought | of the more fortunate men who had run | out to the seashore or up to the moun- tains for a breathing spell. ood holding ‘but the HARRY. To Alice, Dearest Alice—I am so lonesome I cannot re- My and a wilted collar by recollections oe his last year's tramp over thi Island estate in the crisp, Toviepauce November winds. Hot weather was hot weather, and, though tempered by ocean breezes or the rarified atmosphere of the mountains, was a time for endurance, not enjoy- ment. He had never run away from a rising thermometer, for that, he thought, would only encourage it, But when November came and the vacations of his business associates were JACK. A “Last Letter.” This will be my last letter to you, during my earthly pilgrim: I will go over the old, first met. There the clear gaze of your Madonna-like eyes told me T had but pleasant memories, he quietly pack- met my love, my queen, ‘Twas there [€4 his grip, and taking an evening train from New York, found himseif at his lodge in time for a good country dinner, and was up next morning at 5 with a rifle in his hand and a strange, new sparkle In his eyes. Every day, with dog and gun, he sai- Ned forth, and though he rarely failed to bring home a bag stuffed with game to the old Irish woman who kept house for him, he found his chief enjoymeat in the long walks over the deeply wood- ed acres of the preserve. John Monks had never been In love. He thought he never would be. He had concluded that one was born with ‘a talent for sentiment as one was with @ taste for mathematics or electric Personally he did not think much of bis capacity in any of the three directions. But one evening when twilight had fallen and the Meaylly burdened game- bag seemed to be a dead welght against his wide it occurred to him that instead of returning over the four long miles to Be ponit.-be. Worle BNE co 12s yond,” my Madonna's hand and mine Your de- JBAN. where ng Darriers can Longs for Wings. My Darling Loved One—It ts with a Sweetheart, Kate, the ‘ou that I often wish I had wings to y to you. Darling, if I thought for @ T should die! DAN. Each Month an Age. My Dariing—Your sweet face and No matter dearest, forward cal epereure do I Wwol city lover,and youne Mr. Manks A ROMANCE OF THE DAY’S NEWS. CUPID CARRIED A SHOTGUN, While Bagging Partridge and Pheasants on Long Island! a New York Young Pian Bagged a Bride. pitable doors of the inn. In its doorway), @ woman was standing. She was young, straight, slend i strong, and as the eyes of the huntsman rested upon her his ming turned suddenly from the thoughts of: the rolled supper which had been! tantalizing his appetite for tho last mile and occupied themselves with an aporel clative contemplation of her beauty. Tall, blonde, with a freshness abowt/ her maiden presence that was like the! flower-distilled ‘breath of a mountain’ breeze, the young girl met his eyes squarely and turned almost immediately into the house, He did not see her again that evening, As a matter of fact, he did not thinke about hé until ale most as he was dropping off ta) sleep, for he had} given himself over! completely to the phyfical enjoyment of a well - cooked! meal and the Inter! lelight of stretching his weary lmbs bee fore an open fire, When the girl ro- curred to his mind! he told himseif with what he thought was dispasstonate Judgment, that she JOHN MONKS. was the most beaue ful creature that he had ever seen, 4 that as a mere matter of curiosity, 3 he might Inquire the name of a new species of bird or an unfamiliar va- riety of hare, he would ascertain her name on the morrow. Then, strangely enough, some forgotten cadence of @ verse he had once admired came to him, and he said softly to himself: yr to the hand of the hunt na ene lite nt the bach He strayed in unmeaningly that night, But the next week found him making daily trips to the Hunting House at Fast Hampton. And as the day passed the inexperienced Nimrod could not help admitting to himself that inetead of be= ing a mere episode at the end of the day his visit there was the one event on which every minor Incident turned. ‘The girl, whom he had discovered was the daughter of Mrs, Charles Parsons, , proprietor of the hotel, accepted his ade | miration frankly, and even seemed to, take undisgulsed pleasure tn it. She | had always felt that she would have a ( the creature of her girlish day dream®’, as nearly a8 a real man ever does the ; unreal belngs of @ young woman's imagy | inings, Within a month of their first meeting they became engaged, The young girl wished to keep their betrothal secrot for awhile, but in a moment of enthual- asm confided It to a friend, It was this friend who made public yesterday the details of this true roe mance of John Monks, jr., eldest son of eatite oth John Monks, of New - *