The evening world. Newspaper, June 29, 1903, Page 10

STI A ORD , MONDAY EVENING, BT JUNE 29, 1903, Paar wr: IN rr ee ae ee Published by the Press Publishing Company, No. 88 to @ La Park Row, New York. Entered at the Post-OMce sa at New York as Second-Class Mali Matter. VOLUME 48........::00seeeeseeeeee NO. 18,257. THE TRANSFER VICTORY. ‘There are things which if 'twere well they were done | # all ’twere well they were done quickly and cheerfully. | A realization of this truth may be had by the Interur-| | tan Street Railway Company, which now, efter long _ Mitigation and with a pad grace, promises the transfer | concessions which enlightened policy would have Granted at the time of the first general public demand for them. By this course, as The World and other news- ‘ papers pointed out months ago, the traction company) ~~ tm succumbing to the inevitable could have won popular | gredit for a generosity which its begrudging compliance ~ with adverse court verdicts now denies it. The victory won {s very great because it gives the Pessenger what {s to all intents and purposes a three-| cent fare. The “lay of the land” in Manhattan makes! ‘the use of two car lines frequently necessary to reach @n objective point. Only a few years ago this meant gn expenditure of 10 cents. The genera] extension of} transfers secures cheap transit in reality if not so in name. In its persistent application of publicity to the trans- fer question The World has borne testimony to the civic Patriotism of the protesting passengers who went to the expense and tho irksome experience of court prose- @utions to establish rights of which all thelr fellow- Passengers may now avail themselves. The praise of those who with dauntless breasts the trolley tyrant of the _) Btrests withstood may be emphasized by its repetition _ bere. They fought a good fight and finished their con- _ tention winners, and they are entitled to the thanks of Ki the community. A WOMAN'S CLOTHES. Miss Flora McFlimsey, who had nothing to wear, Gould have gut a great deal as prices went for dress- making in old New York for the $7,000 a’ year which Mrs. Amanda Caskie Thomas considers !nsuffictent. Testifying in court in a suit brought against her by a | dressmaker, Mrs. Thomas said that “some women spend "Many times that amount” for a wardrobe. Undoubtedly Qewns to use up that eum. And if you are a million- ‘Bire’s wife the obligation rests on you to dress as well ‘8 you can regardless of expense; the more money thus pat in circulation the better for the business world. In spite of the cheapening influence of the shirt waist, ‘Woman’s attire has gained rather than lost in expen- _ fiveness. If materials are less dear the labor on which fhe finished product depends for “style” and fit has 2 been greatly enhanced, and dressmakers' bills attain pro- i portions exceptional a decade ago. \ One marvels at the atylishness of girls whose annual @utiay for dress hardly exceeds one per cent. of the wam eet down by Mrs. Thomas as too low. A view of Bhem returning from an outing on Sunday shows a be- @omingness of attire, a neatness and a conformity with ‘Prevailing mode hardly to ‘be looked for. If the @irl bas for generations been pre-eminently chic ber clothes, certajnly the New York girl of to-day little to learn from her. Baw does she do tt? First, by the quick recognition ef @ new style as such. Second, by her instinctive ac- ze fast-named element is not to be underestimated. The of the present generation had nothing to com- with the fine fashion plates now procurable daily greekly for a nickel or a cent plece, 7 MISDIRECTED POLICE ZEAL. more a policeman’s ‘mistake’ has led to the & up in 2 etation-house of a young woman wrongly roused of soliciting. A year ago the victim of the blun- @er was a pretty Polish girl about to become a bride. the disagreeable experience has been undergone by Ryoung dress designer, a stranger in New York, pretty, Prlish, almost childish. The fact that she was “honor- py discharged” from custody is gratifying to others ‘besides Magistrate Pool, who said in ordering her release: _ ME would advise you to take steps at once to have charges preferred against the policeman, I think you have been -) Breatly wronged. You should have some redress.” The police scrutiny of the streets at night is not Wesigned to be an espionage of women under which they Bre to be assumed to be suspicious characters unless \ @hle to prove their innocence offhand. This officer's ©) @eror was that ho thought his duty demanded a zeal ot Biim.in making arrests which was unwarranted by the ‘ekroummtances, © would be better that there should be a complete Felaxation of this sort of police watchfulness than that Bm dnnocent woman should be forced to pass the night “Wa & cell, to her everlasting shame and mortification, Ryige i i ke E ‘ & THE EDUCATION OF SIR THOMAS. Here {s Sir Thomas Lipton saying after his trip with Gen, Corbin in President Loree’s Pullman that it was “the first time he had ever travelled in a private car.” he American Croesus will regard this confession as < Are British millionaires eo little familiar with the comforts of travel? Are they s0 little alive to the ') Miventages of renting a mansion on wheels? » ‘When Sir Thomas returns to England he should pro- “Wide himself at once with the most luxurious private ‘ear obtainable and see that the public is furnished with | @ full description of the plush and mahogany and silver 4 used in its construction. A competent chef at or $10,000 a year should be engaged to preside its culinary department. A terrapin tank, cham- of the rarest vintage, cabinet wines at $40 Der Havana perfectos at $1 each, servants without » & private secretary, a stenographer, a stock that the palate may desire or the exigencies of demand should be installed in the car, and #ir Thomes may travel as a magnate should and can magnates do, obvious that the Shamrock’s owner is a man of } tastes for his millions. He should broaden Durden of wealth, expand and expind, and learn true delights of great wealth. " STORM AND sTREss, trom that telephone, man! Don't you know On Ne And the wire {s lable to be struck by rs o TOLD ABOUT P NEW YORKERS. |? (aster Ey 4 HAT Borough President Cantor can | 2 T appreciate a good joke on himselt| J is evinced by his repeating the | @ following anecdote: He wan in a large $ Jewelry store on Maiden lane one day| ® recently and in the course of his talk |? with the proprietor, who is a personal | % friend of his, he eald: $ “Why 18 German silver ao called? 1 hear {t tsn't always made in Germany and that ft isn't real silver.” | “Probably, replied the jeweller, “for the same reason that you lawyers fer to your hundred-page documents as ‘briefs, oe “See Perkine’’ is now @ catch phrase on ‘Wall street. Morgan has made it famous, Persons who really “‘aee Per- kins” behold a powerfully built man of a trifle above middle height, richly, though always quietly dressed, brown hafred and with a clean-shaven, tanned face. Not so wondrous a sight, after all, considering the number of persons who dally receive orders to “‘see'' him, oe 8 SHIOISOHSH OG Dr. John Girdner 1s about to start on @ prolonged European tour and has fortified himself in advance by filling hia pockets with a quanuty of foreign currency, Having occ.sion to pay @ quarter for sme purchase last week | , he plunged iis hand into a pocket| and drew forth a bewildertngly glitter- ing assortment of francs, shillings, Hiro, pfennigs, marks and fifty-centime pieces, but not a single American coin| larger than a dime. “The man who starved in the midst of plenty," he observed, “was a lucky chap compared to the man who goes welghted down mith silver and gold coinage which can't buy 25 centa’ worth | of anything.” rs OO ex Loula Seibold was up in Vermont re- cently and found himself in a cro! roads settlement with a desire to tole- phone to Boston. He went into the gen- eral store in the place. The proprietor, with a bunch of whiskers on his chin, sat on @ barrel whittling. Seibold found the telephone back of a pile of bacon. He counts himself a fair average tele- phono manipulator, but this particular telephone took a fail out of his temper. All efforts to get the number he wanted fauled and he backed out to telegraph. As he side-stepped away from the bacon sacks the old fellow with the whiskers Cleared his face of tobacco and, looking patronizingly at Sebold, sald: “Guess You ain't much used to them up-to-date things, are yo, young fellow?" LETTERS, “g, QUESTIONS, | ANSWERS. 2dS9-3-09 ano THEN HERES exe cont re CONTINUALLY £v0G@ RWG FoR is IPeeoNG PUT OS* 289-9 99556609000004 On the B. B. Train, To the Bilior of The Kvening World Hurrah for “Oak Crest BI!" Like- wise for “Beverly Road Mike!” I can explain the Brighton Beach rueh hour echedule: A boy—a beardiess, lanky youth—handles the trains from the) Brooklyn Bridge. ‘That's enough. As dor the frostiness on Flatbush girls who tide on the B. B., that'’a because eo few of them are good-looking. Me éor the Flatbush man every time! FISK'S TORRACH FANNIN. It Ie Uni ‘lined, ‘Te the Mitor of The Bvening World: How {s# an italicized word written in sqript? J. BT. B “Wetter? Is Correot. Te the Editor of The Evening World: A and B are out fishing. At the time ft rains. A states he is getting wet. B 1s holding his hand out of the boat and splashes water over himself, saying} he is getting wetter, The question ts, is there such a word as “wetter?” H, 0. F, en. Cannot Become a Cit To the Euttor of The Evening World: A says a Chinaman cannot become a United States citizen. B says he ca Which ts right? IN. MISS PETTICOATS Printed by permission of the C. M. Clark Publishing Co, (Copyrighted, 1902, by C. M, Clark Publishing Co.) CHAPTER I, The Demon of Discontent. HE great bell in the granite tower of old Number One mill clanged out Its warning of the noontide release to the hundreds who tolled their lives away within its walls, and presently there poured forth from its gray portals and out between the smooth spaces of well-kept lawn to the fron gates a swarm of men and women, boys and girls, Itke angered bees from a hive, Only from this hive there came no drones, for by the grim survival of the fittest only those who could work from sunrise to eunset and from day to day, with but one gleam of blessed Sabbath light, were given place in the vast home of industry. Like bees, too, these mill people of Old Chetford were ex- citedly buzzing about some epecial thing that had aroused thelr tre. That was clear from the broken bits of conversa- tion that now and again rose above the monotonous hum: ming of the majority. A notice of 10 per cent. reduction of wages had been posted, Mrs. Copeland, the heaviest stockholder in the mill, was then in the office conferring with the officers, and her carriage walted at the gate. As she emerged workmen and women swarmed about her. Into the mass rushed her stal- wart coachman, who bore her out and thrust her uncere- montously Into the carriage. A stone struck one of the horses before the coachman could mount the box and the horses dashed forward toward an old pler. When the overthrown coachman got upon his fect he saw a young girl, whose flashing red #kirte he never afterward forgot, dash out from the crowd, plunge across the path of the animals and jump for thelr heads. He closed his eyes. Ts eho dead, he wonders. Ho looks again. No, she has caught the tit-rings of one of the horses and ts cling- ing desperately to them, swaying in the air like a scarlet vine. And then—victory! The girl's sheer weight brings the animals to a standstill, panting and enorting with fear, A window of the carriage is lowered and a calm face looks out, the face of his mistress, who 1s unharmed. He goes to his horses and soothes them into a normal condition. Then he himself becomes calm, and the prize-fighter 1s forgotten in the impassive coachman, The heroine of ¢his adventure would have made her es- cape, but It was not so written by the fates. “Come here, my git," said the occupant of the carriage 80 Imperatively that the former could do no less than obey. “Cloner yet, my dear, I am very short alghted.”’ A lorgnette of gold was raised to the gray ey rox's father? 14 and thi i'm, ys; a good face. Who are you?” ‘My name {s Agatha, ma‘am.” gatha? Well, Agatha what? There ls another name, I srproge,"t “a THeyke a7 rug SEA SIOE LIKE OvUCKS. HURRIED DEPARTURE. Fred—How did you come out In your Interview with Miss Got- Joe—I'm not sure whether It was the door or the window. 9OEOOG9OOHOHOF ugh it was seen a charming picture. 5 w THE # EVENING .¢ WORLD'S # HOME | 94R4UED444E99 24449 DPD DDDDEIA DOD DDIDDOLIDIEGDIDEONG DD C4DO4 DED DDOOODEOOV DOR O40 THE SUMMER RUBBERNECK IS LOOSE AGAIN. Tre open TRo..ay CAR.conaveron WHO nenOs youR paPaR, THE FRIENO WHO RUBBERS-iN ANDO CATCHES You CALLING OFA Tg WATER WAGON. Ain THAT A PEACH PE” THEY WORK OVERTIME IN FRONT of BRooKK yy CIGAR sToRES- LOVE MAY ae ALND PUT THe GA's KIO ORoTHER SEES THis! WELL; LOOK AT THe cut oF THAT SKIRT? ee Te RooF GARDEN GOLDURN My BUTTONS, 6V7 THer 7S: SLEDDIN DOW, $1 PERKINS* ‘ ANO On! OW! THE AveRS AT Conway (SLANDYE ‘Long with other pleasures vernal, once more bobs up the eternal Pest who sports the long, prehensile double-action rubber neck, And, wherever aught is visible that’s queer, or sad or risible, This weird, giraffe-like Being is dead sure to be on deck. “THAT WON'T COME OFF.” “Why don't you wash your black face?’ “Rats! Can't yer see silhouette?” $92OODOEHHHHGHHHHDIHIODEMHHHNDHHND OF cigar.” 'm a backe: NO HOPE OF REFORM. “Shame on you! Ah g’wanl B3OOOOOO¢ STUCK NATURALLY. “Movayp Give me that Buy yer own ter post?” “Why do you stick to that: vw MAGAZINE wo. ¢see00e¢9| OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES. Teacher—What is the third letter of the alphabet, Johnny? Joanny—Don't know, ‘Teacher—What do you do with your eyes? Johnny—Bleep, ‘ & “Tommy,” sald the mother of a-precocious youth, accord ing to the Chicago News, “why did you take two pleces of cake instead of one, as I told you?” replied Tommy, “I was playing make belfeve Tittle Eimer—Say, mamma, ts a man called‘ mister? Mamma—Yes, darling. Little Elmer—Then I euppose a woman is @ mystery, isn't she, mamma? . “Tommy,” said a father to his incorrigitie offspring, “® fdi't know until to-day that the teacher whipped you last week." “Why, I knew ft all the time, said Tommy. Preacher—Do you say your prayers each night and mora ing, Bobby? Bobby—I say ‘em at night. Preacher—And why don't you say them in the morning? Bobhy—Oh, I'm big enough to take care of mywelf tn the daytime. NOTHING LIKE UNIONIS/1. The Office Boys’ Union had adjourned from labor to luncl> eon, says Dry Goods Guide, when the walking delegate, after examining the union label on a doughnut, asked: ‘Has youse kefds seen de new calendarg?” “Ah, w'at er yer givin’ us now? Wese seen a hundred uv ‘em. “Dat's all right; but has yer read ‘em?’ A prolonged yell went up at the !dea of reading a calendar. “I tell yer dis year nineteen-t'ree is the bullfest year yet. Yez see dem red figgers wot shews de Sundays and der nolledays—dis time de comes in pairs. Dere's Washington's Birthday—dat comes on Sunday, and we got two easy ones a-runin’. Den dey puts five Sundays in March dis year. See? Decarashun Day is n Saturday, and we gits two a-runnin’s der Fourt’ er July s put down for a Saturday, end we skips de ranch for two days. Labor Day 1s a Monday, makin’ two again. Next Christmas comes on Friday, and sure dere'e nuthin’ doin’ for t’ree day. nd de same wid New Year. ‘Who makes de calendar’ ‘Why, de printer, yer mutt. Don't yer see de union label? Dat's what organized labor is doing for us poor workin’ ai 1 A CLEVER RUSE, One day Gir Algernon West, a well-known Member ob Parliament from London, was observed by one of the door keepers talking to a gentleman who had a rasping, raucous yoice and a demonstrative, excited manner. While the con Versation was in progress Sir Algernon received the card of another Member of Parliament and an intimation that tt owner wished to see him. “Sorry; I'm engaged,” was the answer. Next moment up came another card from a welk known pi Again an apology was returned. Ifff another minute the doorkeeper came carrying a huge card and say ing that the Loni Mayor and Sheriffs of London wished very urgently to see Sir Algernon. The latter excused him self from the gentleman with whom he was conversing; thi was too important to resist. ‘There ain't nobody « | whispered the doorkeeper when he got the member outsidq » | “only I was afraid a madman had been shown In to you by, % | mistake and I wanted to warn you." LIKE A “STAGE” SERVITOR. * Baron von Bulow, the present Chancellor of Germany, wag summoned some years ago from his position as Ambassador at Rome to taxe the important office of Forelgn Secretary of the Imperial Government. Notwithstanding the promotion his oMctal residence in Berlin was far less pretentious them the Ambassadorial palace in the Itallan capltal. Frau vom Bulow explained this circumetance to her head cook and {ns formed him that if ihe objected to entering the smaller es tablishment he was at liberty to seek another situation. Ta this the faithful ruler of the culinary department of the fue ture Chancellor replied: ‘Madam, a good servant does not leave his employers when they are overtaken by misfortune.” A BUNCH OF APHORISMS. Up against it—a porous plaster. ‘ To err is human; also to lie about ft. Corn on the cob makes the glutton smile from ear to ean eop, says the Philedelphia Record. Some people pray for rain and then ick {f it comes om pienic day. \ LIFE OF A CABLE, A section of cable in the Caribbean Sea was recently rained from 1,350 fathoms of water, where {t had lain fos thirty years. Tests showed its core to be in perfect electri- cal condition and the rubber Insulator uninjured. A fear that sulphur from the rubber might injure the copper wire had no foundation. BY DWIGHT TILTON AUTHOR OF “ON SATAN’S MOUNT.” Agatha Renler,” ‘M'm, yes; a foreigner, eh? Who's your father?" My father Is dead." “Your mother, then ‘The girl's bright face lost its sunny smile, “She is dead, too." ‘Well, in goodness’ name, who ts there?” ‘There 18 grandfather and me." M'm, yes; where does he live?” “On board the old whaler Harpoon at Tuckerman's whart.” “M'm, yes; I've heard of him. I'll see him, You've done me a service to-day, my dear. You must be repaid.” The girl flushed ros!ly now, and her pretty lps were set firm. "Poor and proud; poor and proud," was the refrain that kept ringing through her very soul. “I don't want any reward," she sald brusquely, “it was nothing that I did—nothing that any one couldn't have done, But," she continued with an odd little smile, “you may pay for the tear in my dreas, If you ike, That will do for me.” ‘The aristocrat gazed at the daughter of the people with keen curtosity for a moment, This type of working girl was new to her. They had generally been obsequious, grasp- ing, deceitful, A trace, of emotion stirred a heart not often least of this personal sort. * she retorted, “you scarcely know what you have done, and you certainly do not know what you are saying. You are in @ bit of a huff, my dear, that’s all. Hut lest you forget it, I am going to tell you again that you are poor and proud, as proud as—well, never mind. Home, James," Furlous with anger as she was, Agetha watched the teau- tiful carriage roll up the street until it turned e faraway corner and was gone. Then she slowly turned her steps back to the mill, As sho walked back to the mill the girls who disliked her screamed their contempt, “Goln’ to get into company on the ‘Hill’? “Puttin' on such airs, the what? rat! Did yer ever?’ “Grandpa's ‘Misa Petticoats'!"* “Oh, Miss Petticoats!’ " came the sneering chorus, “Ya-ah, Ya-ah!" Amid such jibes Agatha. walked haughtily along, giving no sign of the fire of wrath that was being kindled within her heart, until at last, some one more bold than the reat, seized her by the shoulder and pinched the tender flesh victously. ‘Then she backed yp against the mill-yard wall and faced her tormentors lke an animal at bay. There was warning enough in her compressed tips, her heightenei color and the nervous writhing of Her fingers, but the nagging crowd was too Intent upon its business to see it. “She put on airs,” cried one of the girls, “why, she doesn't even know ther father.’ “And as for her mother’-—— sncers Bess, the peony-faced, “why?— Bofors the sentence cout? be carntsted Agatha, to op tear Sal cs HEROINE of passion, springs upon the larger girl and tears her face till the blood streams down her coarse cheeks. It 1s like the darting af a panther upon a sluggish deast of burden, + and the others retreat in terror. The luckless Bes falls on her knees and protects her face with her arms. No one else cares to try conclusions with this handsome young champion of her family honor, and she smiles scorn- fully down on the defeated and cowering Bess, who, @ob- bing with rage and pain, is trying to mop up the red rivulets on her cheeks and make herself presentable for a return to the mill. “Don't you ever dare to speak dll of my mother again,” says Agatha, then turns and walks slowly to the next corm ner. No one follows her. Once out of sight of her routed enemy, her repressed pas- elon again bursts forth and angry tears fill her eyes. Then she is moved by @ sudden determination, and, turning her face toward her floating home, she hurries thither as fast as her feet can carry her, Capt. Stewart and Agatha lived im the Harpoon, a whaler tied up for many a year at Tuokerman's wharf. There gath. ered about the old captain eagh day the salts who had sated with him in the days when whaling was profitable. They were there when Agatha, tearful and dishevelled, rushed into the cabin, and they fled before this scene of domestic unrest, “Come, come," the Captain eald tenderly, “what's the matter with my little girl? And a shower, toof Tell me all about it, Miss Petticoats.” “Don't, grandfather,” she returned, with @ sudden up- @aring of passion, ‘not that name to-day,” “And why not to-day. Agatha?” queried the old sailor tn ‘much bewildermem, ‘What has happened thet your old grandpa mustn't pet you?” “They would leugh if they heard you.” ‘ “They? Who? What ‘they’ is there for uso mmd™ “Tho girls at the mill, They taunted me with my red Gress and this ribbon,” and #he snatched the dainty bit of eilk from her hair and threw it impetuously on the floor, She told of the incidents at the mill and the girls’ taunts. “And I know I have nothing to te ashamed of for her, have I, grandfather?" she concluded earnestly. ‘No, child, nothing,” returned the captain gravely. “Those who may say you have either do not know the facta or epesk through malice, See here, Agatha." ‘Thus speaking, the old man took down from one of the upper bunks along the side of the cabin @ beaufiful little sandal-wood box, neatly inlaid with figures of mermaids and flags, the work of his youthful days on shipboard. Byen Agatha had never been permitted to peep into its mysteries. Unlocking the casket, he drew out a thin gold locket, and opened t, . ’"There is the face of your mother,” he sald. “The time has come to tell you all that I have kept you,” the Captain said. Twenty-two years ago Renter, Count Fornay, had come to Old Count's, 023) Fence’, area the lave of Amntbats: metten: i BPN , “ pe The. FROM THE (ilkbS married her and took her back to France. The Count had frowned at the merriage and refuse! to receive Francols's wife; the young husband tired of her, and just before Agutha was dorn she came back to her father broken-hearted. Her child was born, but ehe did not live long. “And eo, ‘Miss Petticoats,’ you know the whole story ex. cept how you really got that name. Your mother used te fondle you, and call you ‘Mon petit cour.’ I didn't know French then, and esked her what she meant. “My little heart,’ #he said, and I laughed and told hee that Miss Petticoats’ was as near as I could come to the Jargon, and ‘Miss Petticoats’ you've been ever since."* “And I-Oh, think of it—I hated the name when you spoke it @ Little while ego," said the girl gently; “I shall love & forever now for her sake." Mra, Sarab Copeland was rich and eccentric, She detested shams and hed confidence in few men. Ralph Harding, the minister, was one. Ghe tacked his enterprises for the up- Uftting of the poor in his parish, built a reading-room, @ coffee-house and a hospital for his people and held open purse to his calls. He was young, enthusiastic and ener getic, The men et the mill respected him and he had much influence there, ond Mee Guy Hamilton, a pleasure-loving youth Cope- land's nephew, itved with ‘her. As Mrs. WorthCourtlelgh @aid to him: ‘You have loved so many women.” “But that was before I met you," he whispered, and the foolish, fond ‘women seized his handsome, white, caressing hand passion ately and pressed ft against her flushed face, * Mrs, Copeland did not see this scene. They were taticing quietly when ghe entered and told them of the scene at the mill and Agatha, “Wheat was she Itke?" ested the melodious voice of Mra, should . “What then?” quesied Guy, in a politely bored tone, “Pride, Hot, passionate pride. The kind that will carry, her to = brilliant future or to destruction. Unless I am very much mistalcen, that eame pride of hers will bear self-respect as one of its fruits.” ‘Mrs. Copeland was glad when Guy and Mrs, Worth-Cour leigh were gone and she was alone with her thoughts, O me, It's past the time for my nap,” she cried as she looked at the clock. ‘After ¢hat I shall be better able te reason things out,” lay down on the greet horechalr sof. and threw:s . shawl over her shoulders. In a few minweee to werenely. i Even the hippopotamus realizes that beauty is only skin \