The evening world. Newspaper, July 8, 1903, Page 11

e West Side Th ‘wt WORLD'S *Smart Set’s’’ Pampered Cats Perish by Thousands in the S. P.C. A. Gas Tank, Poor Puss Is Left Behind by the Family When Sum: mer Comes and the Flite ting Begins, and Is Picked Up Starving tn the Streets —One Good Round Meal and then the Swell Cat Comes to an Ignominious End. © woman who hangs onto the slip- Dery coattails of the smart set ever Paid more dearly for her fleeting hour of glory than the fashionable cat of Fifth avenue pays for tte days of lvaury and affluence, It may be rather hard lnes to be an east-side cat. There {s aeldom more than a banana peel or two for breakfast, the dregs of a apilled foe-oream soda for luncheon and the Kicks of a small street Arab for tea, if you are an east-side cat—but if you are & West-side cat— Those stray people who stroll through one of the fashionable streets, say in the Eighties and Seventies, running off from Central Park, in these days may behold a most remarkable sight. front of almost every grim-lookin; darkened house sit from one to five gaunt, emaciated, eager-eyed felines, ‘There Is always one, even though the doors of the house in question may haye been barricaded for weeks past, ever since the first party of European travellers set sail for the other slde. There are often half a dozen, some of them wee, wizened Hotle kittens with their hones sticking almost through the skin. And always they are hungry- eyed, patient and hollow-sided. ‘They are the summer cats that have been left behind by the families who have gone to seashore or mountains in search of pleasure, fresh air and frolic, CATS AWAITING THEIR DOOM, SHELTER ,/02NO ST AND EAST RIVER: a w MAGAZINE ot HOME | Marry, Because It Is So | Nice — His Lates! doke About Matrimony — Ad. Popular with the Girls His Wife Will Keep an Eye on Him. 66 BS." vata the plactdly observ- ant clerk at the dask of the ‘Alpine bachelor apartments. “Mr, Wilder {s back, I'll see if he's * And otraightway he called through the telephone communicating with the Tacently married Uttle prince of on- tertainers: “A young lady from The Evening World.” A moment later he burst into sudden and, {t seemed, uncontrollable laughter. When he had recovered himself suf- ficiently he said: “Mr, Wilder says if you are good- looking to send you up.” Then he added reflectively: ‘That's a new one. Before ho got married he only asked {f they looked good natured.” In the charming Uttle eult on the seventh floor I found ‘Mr. Wilder and his newly acquired bride, who was M| Bophle Hanke, of Brooklyn, having luncheon. They hospitably invited me to join) them at the table spread in a lange bay window which commands the sinuous length of Broadway and a fine view of the ofty which bounds it. “Do It At once—nght off. Imme- @ately, Ine minute!" began Mr, Wil- der, nodding hts head emphatically. “Tyo what?’ I inquired, dazed, startled, loricing frem him to his plump and ex- The Little Humorist Inter Sorry He Waited So Long | vises Everybody to Get| | Married—Because He Is! 2 bbe ‘ WEDNESDAY EVENING, JULY 8, 1909. than that Bible fellow—what's his name Jacob?" I refreshed Mr. Wilder's Biblical mem. orles to the extent of Teminding him that after serving seven years Jacob had obtained only the older and leas charming alster Leah, and had been obliged to seme seven more to win Rachel, the beloved of his heart. Matrimony Has Made Marshall P. Wilde Merrier and Happier than He Was Before wed by Nixola Greeley-Smith, Granddaughter of Ho. ace Greeley. r | the dog ays. But sleek old puss, who has almost forgotten how to forage, is left to exist as best she can. As there are so few families in town, there are almost no garbage cans in the neigh- forgetting the existence of the faithful tabby who kept their premises clear of ts all last winter. On investigation it was discovered that these deserted cats were in reality never tremely ziaslng wife “Wrir, @™ married. There's nothing Ike 43. Dts great; isn't ¢t, BilT The interrogation was addressed evi- dently to the siniling Mra. Wilder. But “That's so—that's so,"" acquiesced the Uetle humorist. “Lasky thing for me my wife didn't have any sisters, wasn't it, Bhe might be keeping me guessing yet." strays, All of them have mistresses or masters who encourage thelr presence during the winter and keep them fat upon the cream and raw meat from the pentry, In winter they are allowed to wancer at will through the most inter- estlig regions of these smart house namely, the ¢ sicep dn the mth of the kitchen! for the Prevention of Cruelty to Wn- sto But in summer they are for-) mals, whose wagons make daily trips gotten, | through the city. If she ts found by The family take the dogs with them! these she Js caught and carned to the aon pay thelr railroad fare without a| cat shelter, where she gets @ good round ‘Phe birds are sent to| meal. Here in a tiny cage she awaits 1 thou neler for the hot season. are packed cff t the florist to! nurtured Ree in Even the her fate, tiow b borhood for her to ravage in her state of acute misery and hunger. If she happens to have a new family in the dog days they, too, must starve when they are hardly able to crawl. And s0 the condétion of the Fifth av nue feline in summer ts pltiable. Her and Kitchen, and to! only hope of succor Mes in the Society Like a doomed prisoner she has twen- rejuvenated through | ty-four hours’ grace in which to pray and wait for succor. If in this time her mistress should come to claim her she is freed. But, alas, while the deserted kitten sits meekly in her cage waiting, her mistress 1s many miles away, dancing or bathing or playing golf, enjoying her- self, with the black flag hanging over the head of her one-time pet. At the close of the twenty-four hours the prisoner is brought before the bar, sentenced and put into the gas tank where she quietly passes into the great beyond, out of her misery and the touch of this world's sorrows. ‘The summer 1s the busiest cat season of the year for the Society for the Pre- SOSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTER, ved by Lord Gaunt, @ map of unsavory reputation. 4, uNGer an assumed name, married an adventaross, , Martin Thorpe, he had juded her, Undei ¢ Gaunt reforms, Realising that he cannot marry Deotma, rand goes to London, where her brother Bobby has fallen ence of Thorpe and his sister. A promoter named Morston ma’s father 2 facior Declma promises to marry Mershon, She goes to meet her drother, who lives with Gaunt. ‘There rhe en- Taunt. As they are talking, Geunt’e wife enters. Decima nthe nex Peom. Permission of Geo. Munro's Sons.) CHAPTER III. The Red Stain of Guilt. AURA DALTON and Morgan Thorpe had been very busy L plucking Trevor. He was Bobby's schoolmate at Eton, and it was he who had imtroduced Babby to the harpl The process of plucking Trevor was easy, and It was com- pleted. The process of plucking Bobby ws more difficult, and piqued Mrs, Dalton, for, too, Bobby was @ nice, manly fellow and Trevor was a savage. Bobby refused to play any more, took up his I. O. U.'s, and only oame to talk and listen to Mrs. Dalton’s music. Trevor had grown wildly jealous. He drank a great deal, and one night made more “than ordinarily savage by his financial condition, his jeal- ousy and drink, he pressed Mra, Dalton for immediate ful- flment of her promise to marry bim with so much violence that he frightened her. Morgan Thofpe had been gradually exhausting all of his sources of supply, and the Trevor business decided him. ‘Théy muét spoil all the Egyptians that might hurriedly be despotled and quit the country. Not only Trevor but many others threatened to be nasty. Bobby Deane must contrib- ute to the war-chest. Thorpe planned the attack, Laura was to go to Bobby's rooms at night, in great distress, needing £200 to save her from ruin, and get the money or Robby's name on a negotiable bill. It was an old game, but no one could do it so well as Laura, and Bobby was an ideal victim. As she entered a cab in front of her door Trevor, turning a corner, saw and recognized Laura Dalton, Mechantcally he rang the bell of her house and asked for her. She was Ml and in bed, the mafd told him. The deception awakened his Jealousy, The cab was still in sight. He called another, followed her and saw her enter the chambers he knew as Deane's. Stunned by this evidence that all his fears were justified, he could not act. He entered a bar and drank to steady his nerves. After a time he went out into the street. When Laura entered the room in which Gaunt was wait- ing she did not see him,’ and stood near the fire warming her hands a moment. Then she turned, and secing him, did not recognize for an instant the man she had known as Ed- ward Barnard. As he moved away trom the door behind which Declma leaned panting the woman at the fire uttered @ shrill cry. “It 1s you!" broke trom her parted lips. Gaunt, white and rigid, made a gesture of assent. “Yes,” he said. ‘Why are you here?’ She drew a long breath, as if she were choking, then she came nearer and stared at him as she broke into a laugh—a laugh of triumph, of derision. by "| cally as before. “Tt is youl” she repeated. ‘“You—my husband! my God! It's too good to be true! You~you here! How did you come? Why?" She looked ‘round the room, as if amazed and perplexed, and then back at him. Her beautiful face flushed beneath the paint; her cyes shone like stars within the artistically drawn shadows. It avas the face of a mask suddenly, hideously endued with life. “This 1s my home—my rooms," he sald. His own volce seemed to him as ff ft belonged to some one. speaking at a great distance. “Your—your rooms!" she repeated, dully. Then her eyes gifttered, and she laughed. “Youfs! Then—then+you are Lord Gaunt?" “I am Lord Gaunt—yes,” the said, as dully and mechani- She put her hand to her forehead and then to uer throat, as if the thoughts that were crowding on her were suffo- cating her. “You are Lord Gaunt! ‘These rooms are yours! nobleman—a swell—and my husband!” “Yes, he said in exactly the same lifeless tone, “I am your husband."” She leaned against the back of a chair and breathed heav- ily, then she laughed. “I have found you—found you at last! And you are Lora Gaunt! And I am—yes, I must be, of course—Lady Gaunt! Lady Gaunt! My God, this was worth Uving for!" “You deserted me!” “I left you, yes,” he sald, as calmly as before; “but de- serted—in the strict, the legal sense—no. I provided for ou — "rou cannot get rid of me!"” she exclatmed, with an air of triumph. “You cannot divorce me! You would if you could!" In her passion she ran toward him as if to slexe and rend him. A table in her course ell with a crash and the orna- ments, a vase, some coins, a Persian dagger scattered to the heemth. “You are eoing away—out of England. Are you going alone, I wonder?” She eaw the change In his expression and uttered @ cry. “Ah, you are not! There 1s some woman!” She laughed Alecordantly. “Don't deny it! I can see it In your ace! So, that's it! I can understand now!" “Gol” she cried, with a strident laugh; ‘go to her, I say! This place {9 mine--mine! I am your wife! As for her— Shame and disgrace. You shall have enough of it—both of uu—and to spare, I'll"— Gaunt took up his hat, passed into the inner room, looking the door as he did so, He looked round wildly. The room was empty. Declma was not there. His brain was in a whirl; he scarcely knew where he w: You area what he was doing, Al! his thoughts were of Decima—to get her out of the place, out of reach of the demon he had just left. He looked around the room egain. Her hat and jacket were not there. He went hurriedly into the next room—a bath and dressing-room, She was not there, nor was there any trace of her. The room adjoining was a kind of ‘den’ | reclatmed by their owners. ‘wHER HEART'S DESIRE, *“" THIS STORY BEGAN MONDAY AND WILL END SATURDAY. Well— ltter-room. She was not there. He looked round, and drew For in vention of Cruelty to Animals. the hot season it has upon its mercy not only numerous strays which have been born in the spring, tut all the de- werted cats of the smart section of a great and heartless city. President Haines, of the society, said that during the hot months the full staff of officers and wagons is kept at work collecting strayed, deserted and lost cats. The society has collected dur- ing the past year 61,020, and since April many hundreds of unhappy felines, of which less than 1 per cent. have been If you intend golng away, take thi family cat to the society and it will be destroyed in a humane’ way. ES GARVICE, A ROMANCE O| a breath of relief. She must have gone. that she had not heard a word of what him and—his wife. Oh, God, his wife! She had gone. She was sate at Lady Pauline’s house in Berkeley Squaze—safe from him and his From thi was alway caped-4his way. He drew the key sharply from the lock. It had been in Ita place so long ¢hat it stuck, and as he jerked it violently He did not fee! the cut, did not know tha his finger was bleeding, unt!l he saw @ spot of blood on the cut his finger. wrist-band of his shirt With an impatient gesture he put the key in his pocket, wiped his finger on his handkerchief, and passed into the corridor, locking the door behind him, and slipping the key dn his pocket. Aw he went down the corridor he heard voices, and he saw the parlor-maid leaning beside the lift talking to the porter within it. She started guiltily at sight of him, and the man touched his hat as the maid fled hastily. Gaunt returned the salutation and went quickly down the stairs. Gaunt's rooms were on the first floor. As a rule, Porter or a pago-boy was in the lobby, but on this occa- sion they were absent; and Trevor went upstairs without Beelng any one or being seen, At the calmness and self-possession. was ajar. In her sudden filght at Gaunt’s app unwittingly failed to clos He stood and glared down at her. "Yes, it's I!" he said. You didn't expect me!" His voice was thick and harsh, his tightly. She regarded him with cool insolence her face pillowed on her hand. “TI certainly did not," she said. She felt the game was in her hands. this savage? She told him brutally the story of how he had been plucked and duped. Alternately he raged at her, and then, believing she had been a tool in her brother's hands, his love for her led him to excuse her. not make him understand her loathing for him. “It I were ever so fond of you I could not marry you," she sald ut last. “Why—not?" he asked, thickly. She laughed. “Becaues I happen to be married already.” He stared at her and his lps moved, room a door led directly on to the corridor. kept locked, but the key was in its place. went to turn {t, but found the door unlocked. Then he un- derstood. Decima had escaped—yes, that was the word, es: door of Gaunt’a flat he paused and fought for Then he put out his hand to ring the electric bell, but"is he did so he saw that the door the door after her. “Oh, {t's you?” Laura sald, contemptuously. “What—what are you doing here? not waiting her reply he continue! bristly: ‘Take my edvice—get marricd, I've lved to be forty-three years old and it’s the best thing I've struck yet.” ‘What's the difference between a sew- ing machine and marriage? The first sews nice seams and the second seems #0 nice, How's that for the latest mar- riage joke? And I'll tell you this: It's nine years. It wouldn't have taiten you that long, would 1t? Of course not. I knew it. Bill, I've always told you you were slow.” “Took her nine years? I had to walt nine years, That's two years longer “You see,” explained Mrs. Wilder to me, “the reason {t took me so long was because we had always been such pals, It was only when he went away and I didn’t see him every day that I realized how much I cared for him. When you have people you love around you all the time they are like alr, You don't realize how much you need them till they ure taken away. But when the alr Is cut off from you, you cholte, and when some one you love goes away—well”—— Mrs. Wilder turned to her husband, “If ‘you had gone away sooner, Marshall, tt might not have taken me so long.” “That's so, Bill, that's so," rejoined “Yes, yes! It was just possible had passed between ‘to sce you again!" She rose and we fatal love. It He She struggled and ger which Jay amon; tt} turned, cheek, The shining blade gurgling cry; then, away from him in a stream of blood wht the soythe ‘Trevor remained dead, white face for nee the maid had there. in danger. Soms ps were strained f } slowly, and dropped back, couch, Why trouble with a low moan broke away slowly, and, t backward—to the do There was no onc She could quickly and on tipto He was repeating | Seen him enter the might come in at any moment With the instinct of selt-preservation the machanical desire and make a mistake it would kill you.’ to conceal his deed, even for a time, he went to the body And they seemed to !mply that I must| fully, and, 1s eye caught Gaunt's fur coat, and he took it up at that girl and covered the body with it. tiful face—never more beautiful than it was now in the calm- ness, the plactdity of death—he shivered as if with cold and And it was not untfl he had reached the oughfare at the end that he remembered that no one hag, vice and g: r LOVE, SHIPWRECK i FORTUNE. s« “Married—already?" Oh, for heaven's suke, go and leave me alone! What's the use of staying and worrying me? I never want mt past him toward the fireplace. Her movement seamed lo break the spell, to release him from its benumbing influence. With a low snarl, like that of a wild beast, he caught her | by the arm and swung her round to him. “You—devil!"” he hissed, uttered a cry. He covered her mouth with his hand and forced her on her knees. As he did so his foot struck against a Persian dag- g the other things which had been over- He caught tt up, jerked the blade from its sheath and | wiider. ratsed {t above his head. His hand still covered her Mouth, heen pals. ‘but ff it had not her tongue would have refused its office, for| Arthur? She’ she was paralyzed by terror. She fought and struggled with | ang many’s the time we've sat up here him, but in vain, He held her in the grip of @ vise; M8 | before she ‘Was famous talking over her ‘dloodshot eyes stared into hers, his hot breath scorched her was polsed above his head for an in- stant or two, then {t glanced downward. There was a low, | as he Teleased the blade the body fell ghastly heap on the floor (He knelt beside it, looking at the dend face, at the tiny| can tell you ich had already ceased to run. For a mo- ment he did not-realize what he nad done; then, with @| words put into the ceremony, but con- @roan and a shudder that shook him from head to foot he cluded it would do to impress them on Ie bent over her and moaned her name: “Laura, Laura, Laura!" Time mowed down the fatal moments with his relentless ¥¢ It seemed to tick "Murder! murder!" as they fei! on his knees, staring vacantly at tne fuil five minutes, listening to the accus ing clock; then he rose and staggered backward to the fire-| ‘I tell you it's the greatest thing that place, his eyes stil! xed on the face as tf they were chained | ever happened. Another five minutes passed before he realized that he was | marry. They would say: ‘Wilder, you've her husband—her He must fly! one—he, husband!— lifting It carefully, lald tt on the As he drew it over the beau- from ‘his livid Mos. He drew his eyes aking up his hat, went slowly—and stlil or and opened it, in the corridor. A servant was singing in the servanta’ room. Ho closed the door softly, very sotty, | bea as {f to avold waking the woman on the ch, and passea ¢ down the stains and into the street. crowded thor house or leave {t. (To Be Continued.) A MATRIMONIA Q. What's the difference betwee Mr. Wilder, merrily, ‘but Tam satisfied. We've onty been married two weeks and | aready she's put me next to several brand-new things, For instance “This afternoon at 3 o'clock we start flat-hunting. I never hunted a fiat In my life, We've got from now till Oc- tober to bring one down, and I guess we can do it. “You see, I've been In this apartment ever since I came to New York. When the flag's out of the window my fricnds always know I'm in town, Did you notice {t as you came in? But this is a) bachelor apartment. And I'm not a/ bachelor. No ladies allowed.” Then, as I glanced questioningy at Mri Wilder, “Oh, she doesn’t live here. She's just spending the day. We are living at No. 47 this street till we fin the fla Mr, Wilder glanced around the wails o¢ the little apartment where line after Ine of varying stage beauties were | |fanged In @ veritaole Macedonian pha-| jlanx of loveliness. But «he bright eyes !—and there were many of them—seemed to have lost something of thelr proud sparkle, while there was the suspicion {of @ pout in the well-cut mouth. ; “All pals of mine,” continued Mr. “The girls and I have always See that picture of Julia | one of my best friends, | plans for the future. “You wouldn't think from looking at ie, perhaps,” he continuo}, Jestingly, that I'm a great one with the! girie? But Iam. Always have been. “My wife will have td watch me, I I made her promise she | Thought about having the would. her beforehand, Look at her now! she hadn't been watching me ever came in— But what's the use? marned."" ‘Then as Mrs, Wilder rose tn re: to a ring at the door he added ser! | When I was a bachelor |my friends all told me I must never been successful in everything you've un- |dertaken so far. If you were to marry necessarily make a mistake. But look! We've known each other for nine yeare and never had a quarrel. Why should we have one {n nine more years? She knows me. You may not think I'm a diMcult man td get along | wi But I'am. She knows fust how | to take me. And she's bright. She can| write and pat play the piano] hilly. You know the great thing in mar-| riage is ptoking the right one, Choos- ing a wife or a husband—take my ad- {t's more fun than you [ean shake a stick at—is like choosing | the color of a gown. You've got to se that harmonizes with 2 This Is Marshall Wilder’s Very Latest. A. The first sews nice seams and the second seems so nice. |For Every Irritation ot L CONUNDRUM. na sewing machine and marriage? f graphs of people I don't know and tell you all about the characters. of the originals. You've got a character @ good doal like mine, On the stage they say i'm magnetic. To be magnetio you've got tobe four things—passionmt@, affectionate, {mpulsive and sensitive, - You crave love. Must have it. Would.” do anything for It. What you want i# @ man that will love you ant at the same time satisfy your mind. Isn't that. 80? “Of course you may say I'm e bréde~ groom and would naturally te enttust- astic. But come mnd see me’a year from now and see if I don't tell you the same thing,” x a SUMMER | SOAP For Summer Girls \ } é- i the Skin and Scalp Is — uticu her avords again, striving to grasp, to realize, their meaning. in which he kept his guns and fishing-tacklo—a bachelor’s ¢ If you do that you're SOAP your complexton, Amusements. Amusements. | Amusements. 1 righ 2 ; OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES. | CASTORIA rere eT Hi Rh. PROCTOR'S. = 2tTacien Be GARBON.SOUARE WARDEN, em numend You ought to Bava: tom:| The word's favorite Skin Soup fy “Now, obildren,”’ said the good man who was talking to the Sunday-school, For Infants and Children, MANHATTAN BEACH TO-DAY | ivservea “every vane “4* Sve Pull orehenices, come ands tanok Ines thw teen 1/for I can talte mino out of ten photo-/ Cuticura, assisted by Cuticura Oint. ment, for preserving, purifying and beautifying the skin, for irritations, CONTINUOUS & Semon, Kine & UDEVULE, Falke “you know, of course, where all the pretty things you find in your stockings hold; 25 others Christmas morning really come from, do you not?” a'so SHANNON'S wd FREE CONCERT DAILY (except Sunday.) Pr BAND, Amusements. 2dt SL The Kind You Have Always Bought “Yes, air," a, wit ". 1 2 2 SENATC jololate: Misa lesta Gifford, N — raat "Yes, sir," they replies ith one ree “Germeny!"—Chicago ‘Tribune, Beers the TONIGHT )PAIN Ss POMPEII! | SH fue th pet a py Biatab Mise Bi Gifford | MAJESTIC GRAND sigh rashes, eczemas, itchings and chaf-: "y = When Johar jgnature LEON 8. and GRAND FIREWORKS, et eRe AE VENIGE K NEW YORK | nna tn + Sat Qo < | ings, for cleansing the scalp of crusts, ay’s mother sent him to the grocery she put the money for the of 4 4 ——LAST WEEK oF— cAPT_OF THE Novae! L _/VM. | 200th Time '°5:,%, 98% S° Souvenirs, dao ith purchase In @ safe place and told him not to touch it.” aT Hl SI {anctien CHAWFORD, ORNL Kanbe Piano | WIZARD OF OZ | fet Mat. 1.00, "| Scales and dandruff, and the sto eval my little man," eaid the grocer, “what do you want?’ ba 2B | THE SULTAN OF SULU . ou seutas. vauts __ tet WIZARD DF 2 | ove ofnd Serurtay | of follies Last for es , x po “Bitten cents’ worth of molasses in this pitcher,” ered Johnny. ts. 1 J IM, WAnLAC ——--~--" 180 ling and soothing red, roug! | ore seers meats 905 Oth Rane can ean eT. Arnusoments FRIDAY ATLANTIC YAGHT CLUB NIG |/ [OI SI {Es nal mauitoree ROOF, Adm. 50c. |sore hands, for sanative, an ‘Where's the money?’ THEATRE, dist ot. & Bway. || —NEXT SUNDAY AT 3-& § P44, — GRYSTAL GARDENS 29° ja by Night .2erecee OTOYQ | cleansing, as well as for all the pur “It's in the pitcher,” sald the obedient tittle oustomer. BROADWA Br, at 8. 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