The evening world. Newspaper, October 31, 1903, Page 8

SATURDAY EVENING, ~ OCTOBER 31, 1903, SZ Published by the Press Publishing Company. No. Park Row, New York. Entered at the Post: at New York as Second-Cinss Mail Matter. — 3 VOLUME 44.. «NO. 15,411. FOOTBALL FATALITIES. ‘To-day the country over, from Leland Stanford Uni- to Bowdoin College, the chosen champions of the gher education are contesting for football supremacy, On a thousand gory gridirons resolute youths are the line or tearing across the field for a touch- , while other resolute youths, in the words of the f, are “swatting them and smashing them, a-biffing {and buffing them.” Players lle prostrate with the | @ knocked out of them,gwhile doctors sponge their ‘Recks and slap them back into consciousness. Some are Ted from the field injured. One, perhaps, is borne out from a mass play crushed into lifelessness. _ Yet the number of experienced players killed in these contests is small. It is the young player who receives “the injuries which excite antagonism against the game. | The dist of football fatalities for 189» showed 8 killed, ‘for’ 1899 11, for 1900 14, for 1902 12, But of these the | greater number were boys unused to the game. We had Jast week the death of a youth from internal injuries following his awkward missing of the ball when he tried to kick it. > This view is corroborated by the lessened fatalities of be year, which, with the number of players perhaps oe oe bled, were two short of the deaths of 1900, De treason at wa mac's eave, | TAC Man Who requiring miinliness of its devotees, whom it repays with | additicual muscilarity and skill. To him that hath it} Wants You to ‘gives until its finished product, a veteran of several sea- kove Him) by “sons, rouses admiration as an unusually fine type of | ‘physical manhood, Its dangers are apparent and are not Nixola Greeley-Smith. | | PPRPSRRORD |0$9-06:9-00696000-64024.0600009 | not so many persons have been killed on the football | field as in the streets of New York in one year by vehi- ~ eles—not one third as many! : How many games are going on to-day, how many ' millions of spectators are watching them let us not at- to be made light of. Yet in ten years in all the nation | HE man who wants you to love him may be ca the logical candidate tempt to estimate. It is presumed that all of the coun- for your hand, since according to} the latest definition of the try’s 434 colleges support a “team,” as do the multi- tudinous hig! "ness coileges. The number of pupils in private schools, | term it n ndidate you schools, preparatory academies and busi- take! don't | | woma: not hopelessly unat- ) called, in 1900, was 1,577,248, the raw matertal for # at least one of these matri- | 3 rves. Ho Is young, dixtinet- | innumerable elevens. Merely to make a mental picture of the aggregate of grand stand crowds, to hear at long distance thelr ‘Taucous cheers and sight their flashing flags and to feel f far reflection of the gencral thrill of enthusiasm 1s to gain an idea of what the game has grown to be and what‘it makes for. At such a moment one becomes oblivious of its trib- “ute of killed and wounded. ELECTION BONFIRES. _ Practical cons{derations ot aneited aenjale and street Ss) damage demanding & large outlay for repdits will largely |at vour age, but that when you are twene| do away with election bonfires this year. |ty-eight and he Is thirty-something you} | They may flare up on stone-paved streets and on |"!!! hay your admiration for th é x mere physical attributes that you now phle gurfdces, but the wider use of asphalt will di-| seem to look for in a he 1 their general use. As a picturesque feature of you will then be better fitted for the political campaigns these nocturnal street illuminations | “uties of wifehood he ts content to walt © will soon follow the torchlight procession into desuetude, feontiaent” Bot Mess colrealiaa/tiine ile P the election bonfire which appealed strongly to the| worth living Is disagreeable. youthful imagination. The early November memories! He ts right In assuming that you will of the “gunpowder treason and plot” of a monarchy were [0% them perhaps. He Is probably right | 3 in belleving that you will de a Hess marry him, ©) “perpetuated by inrumerable piles of flaming barrels in| por more women have been won by ‘the republic, |the sheer exasperating persistence of there and good- | And he means well, ou sometimes find it harder | looking perta Something wise or notht He wants you to marry him, He tells you 80 nearly eve time your mother t sister leaves the room when ge ts| | making His interminable Sunday after- | noon call. And though you have re fused im a acore of times he has exasperating confidence that you will ul- | ‘come his wife. e tells you that you are romantic 4 ish hands out of worse. But their cost in damage done, |tjer qo Tegardiess of sentimental objections, makes their sup-| You a: pression desirable. {half man, half avalanche, who will rome day sweep into your Hfe and make It THE LACK OF COOD PLAYS, | ted declarations of the men his. Bnt there are not so many of these jAvalanches as there are young girls The Smith College seniors decided last week that Willing for them, and though youry “the critical public has lost interest in the Shakespeare | ™Y Come he may not tarry, but sweep- ing life waste indeed, In the dreary darkness of that time, if It ever comes to you, you will say to ‘ourself that you will never love again. ou will live for a time In the recol- fon of your lost paradise and will belleve that at Its barred gatea mem- y must henceforth stand forever, an angel with flaming sword. But memory, like all other gatekeep- n bo vribed, soothed, ea performances." It is merely a coincidence that with his| - engagement in “A Midsummer-Night's Dream” but just begun Nat Goodwin is to be shifted from the New Am- Sterdam Theatre to Boston to make way for a modern) play by a nodern playwright which has been a success | at the Garrick. | Shakespeare thus gives place to Clyde Fitch. Mr. Belasco says that “nine-tenths of the present-day plays ‘Bre not plays at all. They are a jumble of cheap-witted ues, some girls and some music. There is precious led into of Ana dramatic art to them.” Iv the gates the man who wants | | The literary quality of a play is now its least claim to] 0" {0 lave him will walt patiently | Beceptance, It is not required to contain a sentence that| it wilt come, and when he asks you to | will be remembered beyond the foyer doors. Shakes-|marry him for the fiftieth or the hun- ) writing for a Broadway manager would find a "Penalty imposed for rhetorical flights. Yet within the "practical lines laid down by the box-office there appear ©) to be opportunities for dramatists never before offered. “Phe rewards of success were never before so handsome dredth time you will say yea, And you will be happy with him--hap- pler than with the ‘alanche probably He will love you far better than the avalanche could, You will love him, too, Uiough your life wili not be spent in the trylng sunlight of a love mutually strong, but in a more becoming. twilight of emotion, a radiance of reflected pas- sion as it were. Perhaps you will hesitate go marry No other form of literary work, indeed, brings re- to compare with playwrighting, not even popular on. Nevertheless, while America exports fiction to 8 f nd ft finds it necessary to import plays. ‘The crop|t’ ™" Who wants you to love him m7) eis deaatata te stort, y 4 time from conscientious scruples. ou knew that even in your utter loneliness you would not marry him y A GAMBLER’S HONOR. unless he had money. But what of x. that? The days wh dre ed 0! ‘The Bowery code finds its lutest expression in the| a Greek aedvore Beers ‘i as ore shooting affray. A ya whose picture is in| you have become wise enough to take Bre the Rogues’ Gallery shot down dnother man whose por-| lm, ax Danae,: the wisest of Greck maidens, did, in a golden shower, “48 to be found in the same collection, and tho vic- The thing to do is to take hi It will though in danger of death, refuses to identity, his| maxe hum ‘huppyeend ie any Twat lan “If I die it will be all right,” says the wound-| analyze your motives afterward. But it is well to avold self-analysis, which ‘man, “and if I don't the man who shot me will get i.” is, after all, but a vivisection of the is “It is the feud code of private vengeance for personal | cup ie ee ‘wrong, the same that exists in the Kentucky mountains A BOY AND A POTATO, d-on Oherry Hill. It permits a murderer to go free| A man in Toland, Conn, found a A degperado to roam at large, preying on society so| very small potato In one of his pockets as he can escape the bullet which alone by the | ¥!e" he came in from his work “Here,’ said he laughingly to a boy te of the oode can requite the wrong done, It is a de estvalry in which a noble principle of personal is prostituted to unworthy ends. © Misa tawdry kind of honor and it is inimical to Tt is a plant of noxious growth which ought to twelve yeara old. who lived with him, “plant that and you shall have all you raise from it till you are of age,” The bright doy cut the potato into ag imany pleces as there were “eyes” in it. and planted it. In the autumn he dug and laid by the inerease of it and is planted in the following spring. Next Milous Credulity,—A young woman gave a (ro-| year he planted the larger crap gath- olalrvoyant 2 cents to see w litle into thelered t vious autumn, The pota- toos srew healthily and did well, and his fourth year's harvest amounted to 400 bushels. ‘The farmer asked to be re- for her, 3 cents more to #ee furthei Pdtormation ‘about her huss; our pity. But is there not something or 009900809000 ©00OO0O04044449414 F040 , Cy Billy Bowwow Meets Po to forgive him than if he meant other- | that It is natural to be romantic] § It was a kind of mischief which probably kept boy-|‘%® men who love them than uy the) { m now of a wonderful tcing | { venything before him, leaving your] « ‘the bling faith of thousands of sup- ho freuuent the rooms of fortune- isards.s nd pay to have a not over- the Well of the future dor them?, leased from his bargain, for he saw the boy's planting would coyer all hia land. “te day of small And yet it is quite common to despise] offer me violence, my de Ii TEACH THAT CUR ® ~ :The Importance x _® o > OOOO 9044 il y Pugdoodle, Also t ‘THE |MPUDENT SHEARING | SFO RER! JUST ONE DOG BISCUIT LITTER KISS: WITH ME At SHERRYS2 of Mr. Peewee, the Great Little Man. He Shows a Hallowe'en Gathering How to Bob for Apples, but Nobody Else Does It His Way. 0 HAL HA? COULD'NT EVEN — BOB APPLES! WHY MAKE A BOBTAIL STRAIGHT HPOLILESGHOOLHOTGGEGGOHD O9$0H9OH0OHOHFIHOGILHESIHOSLOSOOHOS he Pugdoodl oe one popes saa oe ee ee = e Pa. I HATE To KICK HIM Too HARD- x & ot LET ME SHOW You, NOW THE IDEA 1S) To APPROACH THE APPLE® VERY, CAUTIOUSLY, THEN WITH A QUICK PLUNGE ; LIKE THIS—! so ¢—t—t The Foolishness of Political Hysteries, , om Na goodness!" ejaculated the Cigar Store Man, “the campaign is about over!” “Peace to thee, Mike," answered the Man Higher Up. ‘We'll all be taking our joy au gratin on Sunday, Whether Low or McClellan cashes in after skinning the vote check rack, New York will go on just the same. You and I will continue to kick about the high rents and the gas Wils-and the crowded street cars, whether the Tiger purrs in the corridor of the City Hall or goes into retirement in the vicinity of the stage entrance of Tony Pastor's Theatre. If Low keeps his old chair warm after the first of January New Yorkers will be all to the good or all to the razmatas, depending on fortune's deal, and it will be just the same if G. McClellan gets a licenee ito see the crowds hurry through City Hall Park every: Gay. “In a lot of ways, this is about the daffiest cam- paign New York hasbeen through since the first tims Bryan tried to break into the White House with a cross of gold and a crown of thorns. I don't think I heard as many arguments or as much language on tho jcarbolic two years ago as I have had assail my ears since the middle of October. It must be in the air. To hear the self-constituted ballyhoo men on both sides talk, you'd think that on the result of this election depended whether New York was going to be an* understudy for Sodom and Gomorrah or an imprint | off the matrix that made Zion City. “Riding uptown on the ‘L’ last night T saw crowds levery few blocks listening to some guy whose opinion lwouldn't be worth the remnants of a stage roll at any; time but just before election. Miles and miles of men who worked hard all day were tramping through ithe streets shooting off Roman candles and their mouths for a candidate who wouldn't know them from a ton of coal after election day. This political fever that makes a man toil harder for his party than for him. self must be akin to the microbo that impels letter- carriers to hold a parade on the only day they have off’ in the year. “There was a time when T would put on a tin helmet; and an ollcloth overcoat and carry a leaky toroh! through the thoroughfares of the city in order to cinch! the vote for my candidate; but since I've got to the, silver-threads-among-the-gold stage I've cut {it out.) I'm willing to take mine from the newspapers and BY) to the polls at the right time. “Why a man should go out at night, get himself ‘tramped on and butted against and have his clothing lacerated, for the privilege of sitting In a slaughter- BFDDGDDH9OG0999GG 9099 DHLDGOQDHGBOOE SOE 90000 Boo-hog }1 SOMEBODY TRIPPED 9239O9S99S $6: 860% 900009000 OO G0000090000OH bd A WOMAN’S SOUL BY ORS cE LOVE AND GONSPIRAGY @ CHAPTERS, ia really the SYNOPSIS OF PRECED! Doris Marlowe, an actress, gaughter and (Hy Permission of Geo, Munro's Sons.) CHAPTER VI. All's Well, ‘ HE Marquis dropped into .a chair T and, still clutching the papers, gazed up at him with a wild de- spair which would have toc Lord Cecil if he had not loved Doris too well to think of any but her. “It ie true, my lord,” sald Percy Le yant, solemnly and sorrowfully, “Would to heaven that both he and I had lied! It ia true, every word of it. ‘The sep- aration between Miss Marlowe and your- nelf was worked by Spenser Churchill. He did, by word and deed, sell her ‘to me." Lord Cecil made a movement as if to him, but Peroy Levant stood pa- t and unresisting. “And yet more, my lord. It was he y sot the trap which caught you and ited you, fettered and bound, to his even is—it must be—a lie!” broke from Cecil's white lips. - “It is true,’ reiterated Levant, and Cecll knew he must belleve. “And now,” broke In Churchill smooth- dy, permit me to retire from this pretty family soene, and— § said Percy Levant quietly. Spenser Churchill pulled up and looked at him sidewlse, ‘I-I beg your pandon.” t Spenser Churchill sidted toward the window and with a quick movement threw it open, “You mean to threaten me, detain me, Perey,” he paid, with a leer, “I think not. If any ~ pre To Ve Me? person—any person'’—and he glanced aty “My child! Lord Cecil—"‘presumes to prevent my de-| hoarsely. parture I shall call for assistance. There my child!’ he 4 character and hondrable repute, |itence and remorse. She hesitated , T say.” moment, while one could count twenty ly and inctsively: until I can send for an English detec-| head. tive to arrest you,"’ Spenser Churehill shrank back from the window. “Indeed! On what charge, pray?” “Conspiracy, and robbery from the dead!" and he pointed to the papers which had been stolen from Jeffrey Fiint’s body, Spenser Churchill's face grew white, but he forced a laugh, “Conspiracy, eh}? The other 1s non- sense, utter nonsense! | Who's to prove— ahem! But conspiracy! With Mr. Percy Levant?" “With Mr, Pi Levant," peated Percy, grimly. * criminal! One step, one cry for assistance, and he} peroy ‘Levant drew & arrests tin bol “Let the law take its course, Spenser Churchill clutohed the ¢urtain. /yrary1 he said in a low volce. ‘ou—youtraitor!" he gasped, “that I be permitted to go.” No!" cried a grave voice, Not till justice’— Peroy Levant stood resigned and patient. “Not tll justice has been satisfied, spiracy”— quietly. With whom?| feet and, vant. Pere; Levant turned to Lord Cectl. |\¢ to shield and protect ‘him. “L’huy. simply stated the truth, my| ‘phe marquis held out his hand to her lord, It rests with you. It is for youlas if he could not bear her to leave to decide whether you will have us ar-| hts side. rested. One thing remains for me to let them go," He went to the door of the ante-room, | direction of Spenser Churchill and Le-} “hild!" His eyes closed, and they - ena wer and taking Dorls's hand led her toward | vant, thought he was dead, but his lips opened Radium’s Energy. at - the gn ‘ ‘Phe latter did not tvait for the per-| again, and Doris, if no other, heard the * jap “Doris,” he said, In a low voice that} mission to be repeated. With an alr of, that struggled fromhim, “Lucyt} Prof. J. J. Thomson's latest suggestion on the subject aij trembled and broke w the first tle, | jong-suffering patience and saintly res: ‘Dorls—your fathes “ With pale face, wet with tears, Doris | fully at Perry Levant. stood for a moment Irresolute. The ofa man, who hdd raised his head as her} a day of reckoning—we two—Judae!” name smote upon his ear, made an effort] Peroy Levant scarcely glanced at him; then sank dack with out-/ and Spenser Churchill moved slowly to to rise, Pr pen and pleading face, ‘ohe door and smili ay wed. erled It would have required a harder heart ') are police in the street, who will protect] than Doris's to resist such an appeal— , an English gentleman of unblem-|an appeal for forgiveness, a cry of pen- a hore are," said Percy Levant, quiet-|Then she was at his knee, and his “You shall stay here| weak, quivering hands were upon her “Again I suggest,"" purred Churchill, It was Lord Ceell's and he sprang to the door. folded his arms and I) holding the hand now slowly growing charge you, Spenser Churchill, with con- “I am ready," said Peroy Levant, ‘But as he spoke Loris sprang to her gently putting her father's anm aside, stood in front of Percy Le- of!" ghe orled, panting; “I say no!" long breath. Lady But she still etood in front of him as “Come to me, come to me. Let them—| and he glanced in the - Forgive! fgnation ‘he shook his head reproach- Judas!" he murmured, “we ghall have house atmosphere for a couple of hours, is more than } can frame. The average campaign orator is as sad an affair as a London newspaper, but men who know ‘more about the questions of the campaign than he does will stand for ‘his hot alr and give him a hand, every time he makes a fake finish. You will Notice, |, too, that a couple of men anguing politics will talk’ to! each other like they were a mile apart, and not in- frequently go to the floor foréthe advantage. ‘Twe* voter who goes into a var-room and takes his dri on ‘his way home as though buying any other kind of goods fifty weeks in the year will hang around and” act like he had hydrophobia in campaign times,” ie “You wouldn't have a deaf-and-dumb campaign?” ine quired the Cigar Store Man. “You couldn't,” said the Man Higher Up. “But cons ditions do more than brass bands and sky-rockets toi, influence the minds of the people. “I forgive you all,” he said, sanctl- moniously, as he passed out. Percy Levant took uj his het and went to Lady Despard, who had entered and who was standing beside Doris. “Will you—will you stay with her and—help her? She was never more in need of your love than now." ‘Then he stopped and looked at Doris— @ look impossible to describe, easy enough to imagine—and seemed about to speak, but with a sigh he turned and walked out, and Doris scarcely knew that he had gone. Lady Despard and Lord Cecil stood beside the Marquis's bed at which, still cold, Doris knelt. Suddenly, quite sudderly, as if, though appearing 80 incapable of effort, the olf man had been battling In the darkness} for consciousness and strength; the Mar. The Feast. quis opened his eyes and looked at her. OVE made a feast for me, the honored guest, “Doris!” he sald Mary!" ‘And bade me take my fill. Aye! ‘all his best “I am here," she said, inaudibly to And cholcest viands urgently he preased +] all but him, His fingers olosed on ther han’, ‘Cecil —all who are here!” ‘They drew closer to him, and ihe flashed his dim eyos upon them, “Listen to me.’ ‘These are my lust words, I—I acknowledge this lady to be my—my daughter—the child of my wife, Luc: A spasm shot acrosa his face, “My will-the ‘will which leaves all to her is my last. Re- member—remember! My Yaughter—my, Upon me, and besought me to partake Of that rare vintage Love alone can make. T drank both long and deep, and thought to slake ‘Whe thiret that had consumed me iike a pain. But all of poor Love's efforts were in vain, Who feasts with him to tarry long is fain, And since that feast, though many years “have passed, Life seems to me one jong, continual fast, CORA M. W. GREER AG, the source of the energy emanating from radium is thag: there are a few atoms in each mass'‘in a condition in whith)! stability ceases, and which pass into some other poanaweee|t) tion, giving out as\they do very large quantities of energy. \i ‘The energy of the radiations of this substance 1s so great! that one of the electrons thrown off ty it, tf set in chase’ of a Mauser bullet, would pass through it as thought i 1 am plinished—pun- ‘These were th’ Marquis of Sto: boasted h ret a careo, It Into’ the and remorse at wi f the t ‘who. Pail ‘bis Tite the titled art had never