The evening world. Newspaper, December 4, 1903, Page 14

en . ene ae es WORLD'S . Wis SSA AGAZINE the Pres Pablishing Company, No. & to © \ Re Now York, Entered at the Post-OMflce at New York:ag Second-Class Mail Matter. OLUME 44.. «NO. 16,444. +AN UNSENTIMENTAL VERDICT. the first eleven months of this year The Kven- E World carried 10,658% columns of display adver- @ gain of 3,883% columns over the corresponding months of last year. This gain is unequalled by of any other paper In New York, and is nearly four DONT You [—] HEAR ME TALKIN! % F Aw Gwan! Bay HAS GOT DEY CANT pEY||THIS CAR=ITS p \{ AGIn THE RuLes/g D i ter thun the gain made by the next highest. THe Evening World aims to be the great home paper Ee of New York—always clean, always sane, always intelli- i paper to be taken home by the home-goers and thrown away in the cars by the male members of after they have satisfied a morbid curiosity eho moment in the flashy! pat {8 not-a paper filled with politics. It does not ialize business and financial news to such a degree be @ paper interesting only to men. It bears con- in mind the interests of those who make up the wirtle, Evidently the advertisers have realized the proof is furnished by the enormous and un- increase of their demands on {ts columns. e found it the great, medium between the shop md the home. ia order that the reader should not be deprived of news or a fair allowance of entertaining and en- h information and illustration The Evening id has recently printed a larger paper than ever fn its history. It gives the reader daily a greater it Sf reading matter than any other evening paper roxithating its volume of display advertising. its claim has long been that it {s the home paper of York. and the astonishing figures of growth of ad- tising show the judgment of the advertisers who to reach the home. It is a thoroughly unsenti- tal verdict. we UNION ART. nip Tooks encouragingly as if overy grand opera at the MéFopolitan will be nothing less than a glad paecan of Trusts have gnawed their blighting way into our industries, our very professions; and in fields unionism has had to fight a desperate fight for life itself. But trusts when they have reached al realins of operatic art have shrunk abashed. if those realms unionism holds proud and undis- way. This is only natural. What have mergers db With music, syndicates with syncopation, organiza- “With orchestration, or conversions with counter- i The very names breathe incompatibility, On ie. other haud, how admirably is unionism fitted te féf Unison and Harmony, how apt to discern the discord, how unerring a judge of brass, of wood d or of strings! Music will not have reached her ‘sphere till every orchestra {s unionized, And then she should not rest content, tut, soaring d to celestial heights, make all the heavenly harp- fee Ste take out cards. ‘*DAD” AND “KID.” affection somewhat more than platonic which rC tly sought a municipal court for solace and cash ipense has revealed a series of ardent letters which The bove ; That Casteth Out Fear. + DTTP VOPR EWI By Helen Oldfield. NDOUBTPDLY every one, man or U woman, ought to know ones own mind, but undoubtediy, also, there may be many who come ehort of their duty to themselves in this respect. ‘Therefore it Is scarcely surprising that the question should be mooted by one or another. ‘How is one to know for certain whether one is really in love or not?” Young girls not infrequently bave an| 4 Idea that having a lover and falling In| love is a necessary part of thelr © trance Into womanhood; the word “fall” | ¢ suggesting a ort of predestined help- leasness. Should no such event take place within a short time after her de- but she in restless and dissatisfed. She sees other girls of her own age, some ‘of whom she Is assured are not superior to her in elther good looks or other charms, who become engaged and marry, while she is posseased with the mortify- Ing sense of social failure. . In this strait she catches at the first| @ straw which offers and fancies feclings which do not exist, She lx apt to ex-| { aggerate any little attentions paid her, even the commonpiace courtesles of th ballroom, into a positive avowal, and, worse still, she misconstrues the flutter- ings of vanity in her own heart for the emotions of real love. This fictitious sentiment she feeds upon day dreams and novel reading. Booner or later, however, the {!luston vanishes, and the sense of emptiness which it leaves behind is magnified. perhaps, Into a great sorrow, which I] a HAS WHAT AN INSPIRING SIGHT L To SEE THE CHILDREN INDULGING IN THIS HEALTHY ~ PASTIME OF GOASTING.) | FEEL AS IF 20 YEARS WERE LIFTED OFF) MY SHOULDERS s Cd a Hats Aw SWELL GOIRL CL The Important Mr, Peewee, ine Great Little Man. A Bold, Bad, Big Boy Puts a Sad End to His Sled-Riding with Miss Sixfoot- NOW TOOTSIE DEAR , DONT 3 DRAG YOUR FEET AND YOU CAN HOLD THE. ROPES, THOUGH OF CoURSE You CANT’ STEER WITH THEM, AS 1 WiLL DO THAT FROM _ BEHIND. Jom strver t HI DERE Kid !- YousE cant} BE TRUSTED ON DAT SLED WiID SUCH A ’ PURTY GOIRL: g& i RE MOVING YOUSE STAY DERE 380990009 90-0-99-00-00099 60000000000000400000008000000000 8 2d2OOOOL OOOO Christmas Shoppers “M bons,” an ambulance wrapped in a blanket. got it trimmed to a fare-you-well. every few blocks. turned the road over to the company. grown like a St. Bernard pup in a flat. on the “LI, Y. wife got om a Iarlem train at the Eigh- teenth street station of the Sixth ‘L’ last night,” announced the Cigar Store Man, “and when she got home her clothes were in rib-' avenue “But she had the ribbons,” said the Man Higher Up. “She was dead lucky that she didn't have to go home in I used to think that the City Hall station of the Third avenue ‘L’ was in the suburbs of tho limit, but the stations in Sixth avenue between Highth and Vhirty-third streets have “When the Sixth avenue ‘L’ was built, a quarter of a century or so ago, there were two tracks and stations The stations were built to acoommo- date crowds, and they were crowded then. These same stations stand to this day. The platforms haven't been widened, the passageways by the ticket offices haven't been widened, and with a few exceptions the stairways are the same width they were when the contractors “In the past few years the shopping district has It extends from Fourteenth street to Thirty-sixth street, and it is spread ing all the time. Hundreds of thousands of persona have been drawn into the neighborhood—clerks and shop- pers and sightseers, and the same little old dub right of way that was built back in the seventies is used to han- dle trains, “The company has made one improvement. At “@ most valuable contribution to the literature of Tn one occurs a ling which may be looked upon containing the very essence of the inspiring cause such attachments. “Come along home,” it reads, “you will find ‘Dad,’ bby, cocktail, champagne, flowers and beer awaiting @rrival, also Mr. Hug and Mr. Squeeze.” iad’’.was rather elderly, but the menu of material lucements he offered the fair one had much to recom- Mend it. While the froth wae on the champagne and “collar” on the beer all went well. Cupid grew fat ucy on chop-house fare and everything was ur de rose. But as the champagne became flat and the beer stale Tady’s interest in Mr. Hug and Mr. Squeeze dimin-| 4" When ¢rue love comes, even ttle rifts came within the lute, quarrels followed | (¥Rn It he. a Bence teertaptaste in course of time “Dad” found it advisable to renter FInReN With iRtlveReCoummpet cand) pathetic picture of his final adieu as he stood re-|gollen drum, there need be no feat = Hilly looking back through the door of the thresh-| ut that he will make his presence ees pre ir) | pe nENe wk. Miethich be was not to cross again, as detailed in one of | KPO*M: the: he will give the counter- o—— sign sound of which th a - : S Igtars, le moving in the eatreme, Mortress must fly open, x : Thirty-third street it has widened the stairs on the uptown side. This gives more people a chance to crowd on the platform, which has not been widened. It would cost money to push cantilevers or props out from the posts and build a station thero on which people could stand without endangering their lives. That is the rea- son that a decent platform hasn't been put in. Further down, at Twenty-elghth, Twenty-third, Wighteenth and Fourteenth streets, where ehop-girls and customers of the big stores troop for the trains by the thousands, the accommodations would disgrace a dinky narrow-gauge Mne in Michigan. “Railroads try to handle traffic with the least car mileage consistent with accommodation. For that rea- son there are long runs and short runs, On the Sixth avenue ‘Ll,’ where probably 50 per cent. of the traffic originates above Fourteenth street, all the trains, except a few that are switched at Franklin street, run to Rector street or South Ferry and are jammed before they get to Eighth street. There js a switch at Waverley place, but it is not used. It would cost money to employ a man to throw it.” he: “There doesn’t seem to be any relief in sight,” com- plained the Cigar-Store Man. “Oh, there will be plenty of relief,” said the Man Higher Up, “when everybody owns his own automobile.” We RED [$100] ere ia nothing here. Perhaps there isn't your word pledged to some ond/ness one of the rare instances of that ¢ of the river boats." else? ‘To"— |hackenyed phrase known as ‘Virtue Tri- she admitted, pausing “No, The woman you speak of played umphant.' And in a few minutes the ‘to look down over the moonlit expanse with me as a heedless ohild plays with stars above will witness a companton of water. a cheap toy before he breaks and throws , tableau entitled, ‘Vice Punished.’ “Kathleen,” sald Gray. stepping |{t away, It was for my money—for a In response to the look of Incredulous closer to her, “I've a confession tO) amusement of bringing me to her feet—|hewilderment still stamped on Farjeon’ 'Inake. A confession that is not easy,! that she led me on, To-night she has face Symes continued: out It must be made, When a man fol-ireleased me, Af, dearest, If you knew | “Yer, it was I who struck you down, lows a will-o'-the-wisp through the|how I loathe myself for daring to bring /tt was I who gagged you and ‘bound dark woods at night it 1s not because| you the broken, trodden-on fragment you hand and foot. It ts I who am @o- he loves it, but because it Is glittering, | of my heart! But"— ert; jing to kill you—by and by. No, I'm not elusive, unattainable. It js mere pique; “Hush!” e interrupted ten nar, | STBSY: Or, if I am, I've always been so. that leads him on, not real love for|more like a mother than a sweetheart Tt wonder how many times inthe past PEEWEE, AN | WILL SHOW. How \TS petted and nursed until it casts a (7 shadow over all the after years. Or, woes perhaps, the dream is realized in so far ; DONE. an marriage Is concerned, but with what security for happiness, There may be sufficient congenlality of tastes and disposition and enough na- tural amiability to prevent discord or open rupture, but the chances ai the other way, and little happiness can be expected for the couple who have married under such auspices. “Falling In love’ 1s usually a gradual process, a gentle descent more than a sudden plunge. Indeed, st ought not to be a descent at all. ‘True love should elevate rather than lower all one’s aims and ideals In life $100] 7 THE FF GIRL *® IN OPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTER Bemgees oF PRece i ’s Age. oe vs on and ; Vil have tossed aside the hammer he had used bottae) Sae I eC F 2 erything ready, and Mr. Arthur Gray to such effect, and, drawing from under FIRST PRIZE. . ry shall hold his love tryst in a way he his coat a coll of ro 4 col ope, swiftly pound | ay'n| 1e8 not expect. Yolande will have the, the unconscious Farjeon hand and foo. | S=&COND PRIZE... a . Joy of discovering his body on the} He paused In the work and looked 4 ze EACH Fock below in the morning.” ‘Toward him were atrolling a man acd tO Tet ee SE en OS eer: “But.” ploaded the little man, patter-|a girl. Dsaceing his bound victim un- Gray gnliste| Ing hurriedly along in Farjeon’s wake.| der a busi he crouched ellently beside Kaan}: 18 most Important that 1 speak to will left all] you firwt for a moment. It concerns Mun abllged to work fore iv:| Yourself. Let me come down to the ‘ cliff with you a moment. I'll be UF Sith Heong und nee lacter ts | tack In tlmg to intercept Gmy. We 8.) for the cliff make the signal we agreed on and follow him there, I'll f Karjeon's tor forces ty for | tells Gray that ul A clue t pandiishe gaye, In) a comb z ier for Cour pur fork ‘atoren ‘Tu aid. iin. tw awcertiin: the eum of these purchases Gray e 0 thio age nation oe in carving knife he held gently pricked eurjoon's uhroat, Kathleen and Gray had arrived within 5 yards of the hiding place. chen Save been mistaken In thinking you heard a cry.” said Gray, before they reach vou. Don't imagine I'm trying to be frivolous or my knife him in the shadow, hi 2 Iden from view wour views somewha’ vet wble to see and hear the advaneing couple, Slowly, as from a great dlatance, Simon Farjeon's spirit returned to his suddenly. i) Jared ,shrank more closely back into the shadow and the point of the short th Kathivern and her law: uy o ir. Rou fomaine is the father of th K for the leeal bual- iF overhears & in Red and tion convinces Gray she et Bhe releasce him fro y and Kathleen, late ba ay vtransaoted, | Arthu between ‘the Girl versa! Bn wealth. pement. Gra! AE Near the cliff above y hear a cry, CHAPTER XI The Worm Turns, ait Jane maken mJ} things even, bie, do but, wetch the hour, yet was human power ould evade. if unforriven, Eipatient search and visit: lone i syn Areasutes up a wrong, WETIMIC Farjeon, h Nigd rvahed from the house. jon’ red ‘Symes. salting for you," began the int axde as he vould cur from his path. brain atire, At, of the verandan he bad shall be safe from interruption there, What I have to tell concerns you vitaly."* The concentrated earnesiness in the secretary's manner impressed Farjeon in splteAt himself, Half contemptuous- ly. he bent his steps towant the cliff, Symes trotting nervously behind him Uke a cowed puppy. Arriving there Farjeon turned and asked. impatiently; that concerns me? Speak out, Mlotr “Walt a moment,” panted 8: ‘Then, pointing suddenly, “Look! one ig coming. Look, qui Farjeon wheeled about in the direc- tion indseated by the pointing finger, and yeered through the elusive moon- light men. Some | As he did so a blaze of lights flashed through his brain and the crash of a blow sounded on his skull, With a grumt he sank senseless to the gromnd, “Well, what's this wonderful secret! place by 2 handkerchict, Inert body. He gazed upward at the star-strewn sky, Then he tried to raise his hand to his brulsed head. His hand refused to obev the command of the brain. This brought back his full consciousness with arush. He became suddenly aware that his hands were bound tightly together and that a buneh of cloth had been thrust into his mouth and bound Into How to Tell the Age . FY! out this blank when the story {s completed with the three numbers printed In each chapter, and send Editor Evening World, P, 0. Box liv, York City.’ As he moved conyulsively a childlike hanpy chuckle close to his head made him turn his eyes quickly toward the sound, There, sitting on the groand beside of the Girl in Red. Saturday, Dec, 5, but answers will be received up to noon Monday, Doc. 7. what he pursues, In that pursuit he may even pess, unnoticing, the bright windows of his own home, the home that holds all which could make Iife happy for him, But when at last the will-o'-the-wisp has proved to be roulless bit of phosphorus that leaves its hunter hopelessly entangled NoRse ugh, hi embers those home lights HoNmissed wo carelessly by, the lights he thought of at the time as useful only in orightening bis path in search of the elusive witch-fite. Kathleen, your dear eyes were the lights that should have held me back from the will-o'-the-wisp chase and should have gukled mo to & your selection from it to “Girl in Rea The story? will end ‘The Right Number, him, he beheld Jared Symes. A keener look revealed the fact that an exores- sion of utter contentment had supersed- ed the timid, denrecating alr usually worn by the ttle secretary “I'm lad you've come to your senses, Mr. Farjeon," whispered Jaro’ like a riled ox. _ $50 Bae mere co-ntae to ‘The Girl in Blue ystery Story Next Monday ai a politely, “I was afrald at first I'd 41 higher. happler road, But 1 wilfully blinded myself to them and rushed on into the slough. "Held fast in that slough I now stretch out my arms to you and beg you to forgive me—to save ro—to lead me back to the only happl- ness life can ever hoki for me~the hap- pines of your sheltering love. Ab, he Subtract Multiply by struck too hard," In reply to the amazed question tn Farjeon's eyes he went on in the same whisper: “I explain at full length later on. 3. people are coming along the path, fe otill till they pass. it you move or try to attract thelr attention in any way this iolfe will be in your 12 darling, I have no Hght to ask you to forgive me, but" — “Forgive yout’ echoed Kathleen, ly, “FORGIVE you? Why, Ar- thur, 1 LOVE yout! > ead Divide by a in the soothing cadences of her voice. You poor, foolish boy! She did not break your heart, She never had your heart. It was a will-o'-the-wisp chase, just as you say. Your pride was In- vowed, but not your heart, I knew that all along. think my own heart must have broken. But I knew—I felt, somehow—that in the end you would find your heart, and that you would find tt In my keeping,” “I have found it, Kathleen,” he sald, brokenly. It 4s yours. Al, all yours, if you will stoop to pick ft up." Simply, gravely, as two little children kiss, they kissed each other. ‘hen si- lJently they moved on beyond earshot of the little man who crouched, knife |o hand, over his victim in the shadow of the bush As thelr footfalls died away, Jared ed and laid down his knife. you were. privaeged, my fried,” he said, turning again to FarjJeon, * to wi The Girl in. B If I hadn't known tt I! |® yeers Y've reheated’ this scene. im |my mind and gloated over {t and turned hot all over and jumped up and down in excitement as I thought how heavenly it would be to have you at my mero} jto make you writhe as you've made ime writhe. And, oh! the blessed reallty jis so much more beautiful » than ‘I dreamed it could be. For months I've jone over every deta!l in my mind, yes, I'vq planned too long and too carefully for, any chance of faflure, I was’ in your power. It was only favor to you that Mr, Romaine kept 4s his secretary. He has often wanted to discharge me, He eaid I was ines ficient. Perhaps I was, L tud soer things than my work to think of. ¢ could not afford to lose my’ position, ‘My mother depended on my s3lary, But’ my mother ts dead. She died to-day, And now there is nothing to deter me. But there {# no hurry. Let ‘us’ have a guict Ite {alk you and 1, my dear old rend ane to Be Concluded.)