The evening world. Newspaper, December 12, 1903, Page 8

ee by the Press Publishing Company, No. 68 to @ Park Row, New York. Entered:at the Post-Office 8: New York as Second-Clees Mall Matter. ‘WOLUME 44. motes NO. 16,462. FREEDOM FOR NEW YORK. » | Phe Citizens’ Union Committee on Excise Reform ) ) @avors District-Attorney Jerome's plan of permitting the | ‘Maloons in this city to keep open from 1 to 11 P. M. on Bi Police Commissioner Greene's scheme of an | Gndia-rubber law to be manipulated by three men does “Mot appeal to the reformers’ sense of practicality. a oa few members of the Citizens’ Union can be called ls of the saloons. They simply recognize the fact ‘that it is “a condition, not a theory, that confronts us.” It is not a question of closing or opening the saloons. Tt is & question of opening them, legally or illegally. If " they are to be opened legally we may have a prospect of _ @lecting avd re-electing an honest city government. ~ Otherwise we shall be governed most of the time by an ‘BAministration thet will simply refuse to enforce the ‘excise laws, and incidentally will ignore any other laws ‘it finds inconvenient as well. The people of New York have been held up since the Tate election as a shameless rabble who prefer corrup- tion to honesty, That is a caricature, The majority of “New Yorkers want honesty, but some of them want Niberty more. It is always a dangerous thing in a com- "munity like this to set integrity in opposition to free- dom, and ask the people to choose between them. They Ought to be allowed to have both. It is especially dan- | Berous to force the choice upon them when it is com- Plicated with class jealousy. In New York any man of errtain social stratum can visit his accustomed resorts “Bnd obtain his accustomed refreshment all day and ‘every day in the week. But the man who has no club, ‘BO private sideboard, and no welcome in hotel cafes, Must be tie up in leading strings one day in seven, and @llowed to drink only what his ruler in Albany thinks s _. for him. He notes the injustice, and he gets even it at the polls. Hitherto every attempt at excise reform has run \ @gainst the stolld refusal of the rural legislators to con- Sider any other public opinion than that of their own districts. @ven.those densely complacent minds. It 1s not alone Tammany. A Tammany administration in New York “does not of itself greatly disturb the up-State legislative - conscience. But in reducing the Republican organiza- tion in the city to a skeleton the Raines excise policy threatens Republican ascondency in the State. A Dem- ocratic Governor and Legislature, with a personal-regis- ‘tration law on their heels, would be a terror to which ‘Wen home rule in excise matters might seem preferable. THE ESSENCE OF TRAGEDY. tf you want to realize genuine, poignant tragedy, con- "sider that little despatch from Chicago which tells how ‘an ironworker clung for five minutes to a beam over a! ®haft a hundred feet, deep, and then, seeing no rescue, fell and was killed. Help came a moment too late, ‘To aid your mind to grasp the real meaning of this incident, swing yourself from the top of your door- frame and hold on for five minutes. At the end of ten ‘Beconds you will wonder whether the clock has not _ stopped; in thirty seconds you will be sure it has, If $f You hold on longer than a minute you are a person of re- | Markable perseverance. But keep it up as long as you ‘an and then reflect that below you Death lurks like a | hungry monster eager to devour you, and that all that ‘keeps you from his open jaws is the grip of your strain- ing fingers. And as you look desperately for the help “that never comes you hold on for another eternal min- ute, and another, and another, and another, and then— "you drop. Talk about the emotions of the drowning— Pa t worker would have made! | _ STREETS THROUGH BUILDINGS. ‘The erection of a twenty-five-story building covering two blocks and a half is sald to depend upon the ques- ton whether the city can legally close Thames street, or _ whether an attempt to do so would cause the street to revert to the Bayard heirs. Why should it be necessary to close any street? A building two blocks and a half Jong and as high as the tower of Madison Square Garden would be an Imposing spectacle, but would it be any less » so if the streets it crossed were carried through it in ' arcades? The arcade plan Is going to be the solution of many architectural difficulties in the grandiose New York of the future, in which it will often be necessary to extend buildings beyond the limits of a single block. ‘The Pennsylvania Railroad is already preparing to make use of it, What interest, public or private, would not be better server by it than by closing a street? > SOME LITERARY METHODS, E At a meeting of the Woman's Auxiliary of the Ni tiona: Art Iheatre Society yesterday Mrs. Martha Mc- Cullozgh Williams betrayed a singular misconception of ~ the working methods of two of the most distinguished “iving American authore. “If we ever get the theatre,” _ ‘she said, “let us have ne ‘serial’ authors, who turn out >a play every morning before breakfast. We der’t want i } to rely on people like Clyde Fitch and Cyrus Townsend » Brady, whc can work four typewriters at once, one © with each nand and one with each foot.” Both of the masters so irreverently handled are far ‘too capable business men to waste their priceless ener- ‘gies on running typewriters. Mr. Fitch works like the miner, who digs from the earth the stores accu- d by the long activity of the sun, Through the before the managers discovered him he was quietly ng up plays, and now all he has to do is to go to his and cig them out. Mr, Brady's methods are different. He seats him im a revolving chair at the centre of a circle on one, periphery six alert stenographers are ranged at intervals. When the decks are cleared for action Brady rotates rapidly on his axis, like the turret “monitor, discharging a sentence at each stenog- hor 2% she comes within range. After a sufficient au of revolutions, six distinct masterpieces are a: f to transcribe for the press. Bs Se oad, the E: Apator—So slavery has been abolished B Moro provinces of our empire; After killing the General Wood, the Great Hmancipator, has freed laves, The strained relations existing for some time But things are happening which may disturb! that the present excise laws bind this city helplessly to| i” the wearer should remember this and Q the Government and the Constitution, which in- ‘What slavery shall not exist in the United Btates or wubject to their Jurisdiction,” may now be The Man Who Wears a Red Necktie. By Nixola Greeley-Smith. | HE man with the red necktle does not wear the glaring bit of color at his throat from choloe. Of course he thinks he does, but the red necktle In a case of pre-destination Men born to it cannot escape it. They do not choose but are chosen. | Petsons who abject to the red neektle | and conater it an evidence of bad taste | let thetr fudgment err on meecy's aide. Others whose eyes rejoice In its flam- ing color should Ikewise recollect it and not allow its mere alluring aspect influence them. It Is not reasonable to suppese that the flerce, piratical person altting op~ posite you in the car—the man with the lowering eyexrown, the wilting black mustache and the face like a thunder- raktsh, piratical appearance by the ad- Altlon cf a red necktt it In with porhaps a dog's head or two crossed minfature riding stocks thrust through it. Nor ia it conoetvable that the tail, emaciated blond with his pale wisps of | { hair that almost seem to be intagllated In his scalp from excessive brushing, who faces you from the church choir intentionally calls attention to his lack of good red blood by the dit of ecarlet under his choker collar. But it is there nevertheless. For the strangest thing about the red tle is that Its favorite victims are the very dark man and the very blond man. The person of medium complexion it leta sweetly alone. The red tle, though an Involuntary affliction, cannot be accounted for on the ground of heredity which, in these days seems to be merely the explanation of our neighbors’ virtuea and of our own shortcomings, for {t does not run in families. A very sedate father who wears only the severest black or 4 son who affects the most startling thea, and investigation will fall to re- veal any former wearer of red in a long dine of ancestors. Worn by the proper man, a red tio| is sometimes pleasing. But generally It ts the man whose ferocity It caricatures or whose inanity It accentuates who wears it, Red is the tonte of clothes, the condiment of color, and as such should be used sparingly and with dis- cretion. Putting it on a very dark man is ike dumping tabasco Into chill sauce, and on a pale one like pouring it on one's porridge. i ‘The Important Mr, Peewee, the Great Little Man. >tle Awards the $10 Prize for the Best “Evening Fudge’’ Headline, and Doesn't Give Satisfaction to Anybody but the Winne cloud, Aellherately adds to his long, low.| % ! And yet there | 2 06446000000000 ™ % Little Tragedies Strikingly Told in Four STRIME You, HOW DOES THIS WV UTE I NEVER THOUGHT PEEWEE DEAR), um-mm™ WELL- THATS FAIRLY GOOD, YY |THE WINNER, Z \ HA! HERE ) Swe SAVE The Winner of the $10 Prize for the “Evening Fudge” Headline, Printed in the Third Scene Above, Is James B. Thomas, No. 66 L vingston Street, Brooklyn. Wy O0O00000OO ¢ ———— a ANAT SUE: ta ot be found, al- cipher that she believes \ts whereabouts, Bruce her solve the cipher, to whom Clayton Is en- hi to. i co Murtel, as well as to 4t¥: what Knows about the antsaing Elayton induces hin unscrupulous henchman, Yara Raynor, to marry her. The plot Is #0 janned that. until after the ceremony, nivel believes It Is Clayton she has mar: ried CHAPTER VI. False Clues and Trae Love, "SPITE the excitement of the auickly-extinguishe! fire and of the accident to Hyde Clayton, the morning passed all too slowly for Hilda Gilehrist and Bruce. ‘The latter was summoned tn confer- ence by Judge Clarke. senior partner of the firm, and left the great man's prea- ence with a buoyant step and shining eyes, Yat good as was the news he had recelyed {{ was soon momentarlly for- gotten In his anxlety for Hilda and his hopes of her ~1ccess In dscuvering the coveted fortune, Promptly at noon he and the girl left the building together and plunged Into the eddying human river that swept up and down Broadway, Southward they walked along that mighty thoroughfare heedless of hurrying crowds, deat to the wild roar of traffic, Arrived at the narrow, dingy street at whose head Trinity's brown spire looks down on many an unchurchly transaction, they turned eastward. Past the Bub-Treasury they wound thelr way among the set-faced financiers, spruce brokers and hurrying clerks, ‘At length they alimbed the steps of A Romance of Bu the sooty, gray building in which the Aaron Burr Safe Deposit Company haa ts vaults, Furlong met them, greeting Jack cor- dlally and bestowing a look of open admiration on the latter's pretty com- panion. Tersely and clearly Bruce explained the situation with: “We would have called yesterday, but tt was too jate. Knowing how long you stay here at night, I thought at first of calling you up on the ‘phone, but"—- “Why, you did call me up,” inter- rupted Furlong. Crm “Certainly. At about 7.30, You asked me who rented Box 5,370, in our vaults, ‘Mr. Furlong,” broke in Hilda, on 7,30 last evening Mr. Bruce as walking toward the Sixth avenue Elevated. I remember looking across at the City Hall clock just as we turned into Park place, It was half-paat seven, to the minute.” “Some one overheard us at the office and sent the message after we had gone,” said Jack, in a troubled yoice. ‘Both Raynor and Clayton were still there, It was a case of eavesdropping. I'm afraid they mean mischief, What ly did you give?’ “I'm sorry," answered Furlong, con- tritely. ‘But you know how hard at is to detect a yolce over the telephone. ne . “That's all night," eald Bruce, im- First Prize....... trying to answer his troubled lox by amiling through the mist of disapointed tears that had sprung unbtdden to her eyes. "We were mistaken, toat’s ull We're no worse off than we were Levore. Thank you very much for your kis in the matter, Mr. Furlong.” ‘The two fortune hunters retfaced their steps in silence from the street they had entered so buoyantly a few minutes earlier, “There's one comfort," observed Hilda with a forced laugh as they turned noth into Nassau aireet, “we are not the first to invade Wall street with gollen dreams of fortune leading us on, only to wake suddenly to tind ourselves as poor as e\or, 1 don't feel hungry, 3@ let's give up our idea of a @iumphal Junch and take a walk instead. dt wiit clear our hearts of the mists of disap- polntment.”” “It is selfish of me, I know,” sald Jack after a few moments, “but I can't be sorry over your chagrin as I ought, ‘but who was the lessee uf ae I told the man over the js no box 5,370. ‘There are groaned Bruce, slancirg hastily at Hilda. . “Iv'a—it'e all right,” she eaid bravely, She glanced up at him in surprise, a Uttle hurt by the glad yet anxious mmile that wreathed his face, “You see," he went on, “I had a stroke of good luck this morning. Mr. Clarke, in spite of some opposition on Clayton's part. offered to-day to take me Into the firm. He has been watoh- Five Prizes, each.. Seventy Prizes, each, The + Girl = in «= Blue. siness-Girl Life in New York. & 101 Prizes in All. ing my work, he says, and he ts pleased with it. He will make me a regular owinber of the firm to replace poor Hafels who died last month, It will mean extra work and extra responsi- bikes for me, of course. But & ts a start, and if I {mprove my opportu- nitles there is no limit to the heights I may reach, And, moreover, instead of having to slave on $15 a week, as I have been doing, my income will support me In comfort and will even permit me to marry.” “Oh, I am so glad for you!" cried Hilda, her own disappointment fongotten in Joy over Bruce's good fortune. “How splendid! And how good of you to tell me before anyone else."” “It would have been selfish of me to break in on your trouble with such news,” he returned, “were it not for one ‘thing. Hilda, the only cloud that derk- ened my bright prospeots was the fear that @ comparatively poor man—as I still am—had no right to ask a girl of wealth to share hia lot. Now that her dream of wealth has vanished can you blame me for not feeling sorry?” fe A wild, crimson flood of color swopt over Hilda Gilchrist's face, and her heart throbbed madly, joyously. “Jack! she murmured, with averted head, “Hilda,” he breathed, leaning down and trying vainly to read his fate in By Albert Payson Terhune. 4 her face, “My good fortune will be a6 dust and ashes to me unless you will I am not worthy of you. No man is, But my whole alm in life shall be to make you happy. No one can love you as I do. Tell me, is that love all in Without a word looked up iato his face. glance at her big eyes, swimming !n line love unspesisable, gave him his answer; and the discontant street nolses swelled into a glorious paean of triumphant joy. Without a word he caught her arm and drew her into the shelter of a pose he had stooped and kissed her full on the lips. “Oh, Jack!" she gasped, with a little and again they ‘The squalid doorway which they Aad momentarily converted into love's bow- er led up a fight of narrow staira to a typewriting agency. showcase abutting on the sidewalk was a typewriter. As the lovers stepped into the street Jack glanced uncon- sclously at the machine’ “Look!” he said, gayly, “as one type- writer led us to false hopes, so another hope fe could hold for me."* “Walt!” she cried, moved by a sudden inspiration, as he was starting away. Ghe drew from her purse the cipher. See, we used the letters to the left of the’ letters indicated im the cl but ness, Bruce drew ou an copy of the cipher and, using the ty; writer for reference, be; the numbers. On the Edypoard were the i 210% = The Man Higher Up. Collapse of the Gambling Crusade. Attorney Jerome has asked for the dincharge of all the gamblers he had indicted, with the exception of Canfield.” “Why not?” asked the Man Higher Up. “After a the- atrical production is played out what does the manager do with the scenery? Put gravy on {t and eat it or plant it in a safe-deposit vault? Nay, nay. He cuts it out of the frames and sloughs it. “The gambling raids that Jerome made with a full corps of supers and light effects were performances that boosted him as a star. It was a long way to the election those times, and William Travers had doped it out that the people looked upon Mayor Low as a man who made his own ice. There had to be a Fusion ticket, and it was figured in some political dope joints that His Honor the Mayor would fall to himself and withdraw from the entry list. “The Jerome reputation was made with a brass band, a fife and drum corps and a long parade of per- sons swinging red lights and rattling brass checks and ivory chips. After he had proved himself to be the best press agent and publicity promoter the Fusion move- ment ever had, he had to keep up his gait or take standing room only with the has-beens. “With the city of New York for a stage, a contingent fund that was disgustingly fat and an army of willing workers who were anxious to have a good time at the city’s expense back of him, it was up to him ‘to perform, and he did. The gambling houses consti- tuted the scenery and the gamblers were the set rocks. “You remember those raids he made? Always, after the regular theatres were out, Jerome's Scintillant Ag- gregation of Window Smashers, Gun Pushers, Gum- Shoe Performers and Bric-a-Brac Lifters could be de- pended upon to give a free show. The next day and the day after the papers would be full of the Jerome performance, and the only place you could find the name of Low was at the end of the city advertisements. “There was a frost on the City Hall. James Rey- nolds, Hsq., private secretary to the Mayor, bit his finger nails until his manicure was in despair. It re- minded me of a show in which a common trouper of the company jumps to the front on the opening night and eclipses the star. “But the Mayor didn’t fall to himself. When it came time to sign out for the campaign he let the committee know that he was open for another engage- ment. He was modest enough to say that he had made good and that he thought he could make good again. It was up to Jerome to stay in the District-Attorney’s office for two years more, so he dug up his star plays and prepared to put tbem in the Morgue. The dis- missal of the cases against the gamblers marks the close of his first season. “He may break loose again after Tammany gets in, at that. It {s hard to get away from the atmosphere when you have once held the centre of the stage.” “Jerome must feel awfully disappointed at having to put the kibosh on himself tn the gambling thing,” ventured the Cigar Store man: a enonenene- “Oh, I don't know,” rep! the Man Higher $0606 | “Didn't he discover Sieath Jacobs?” Mes oe ? a he said the Cigar Store Man, “thet District- | The number to the left of 6 was that to the left of 3 was 2, to the left of 6. Tie Rare, ‘as is the case on the board, was re} the letter O. elated r 0. “How about this?” asked Jack, puse sled for the moment. ve got the numbers ‘426,’ but how can I get a figure next to a letter?” “Easily!” exclaimed Hilda, a-quiver with excitement, "See, the letter ‘I’ is just to the left of ‘0.’ ‘I’ ts used for the figure ‘one’ on the keyboard. ‘The num- ver of the box thus runs ‘i261.'" With hurrying feet they retraced thelr steps between the toworing walls that that tortuous canyon known as Nassau treet. ‘They collided with pe- destrinns and narrowly escaped being run over by vehicles. The crustiest man whom th stied would check his exclamation of anger after one look at the ridiculously happy faces of the man and girl, In time they arrived at Wall street and the o/d-fashioned building of the Aaron Burr Company. ‘A little later, the legal complications being disposed’ of, Furlong conducted thom to ¢he yaults that lay beneath the The Company was an old: fashioned one and conservative as tl aioe st gecupled. | Matern, imorore: she turned and A single Before she guessed his pur- turned to the ments in the way of steel mob-pi vaults were unknown to it Still, to Hilda's impractical eyes, the Place ‘seemed impregnably strong. ‘The dust-coated iron box bearing the pinier, agi" was selected and carried to the light. A simultaneous cry of delight broke from the lovers’ lis on sight of the name "Abel March" on the cover. Furlong unlocked the receptacle and Ufted its dusty Md. All three pecred caper! into the box, SeDecENs to be blinded by @ glitter of wea! +m triple sigh of dismay rose on t! ir. Fave for a single sheet of blank pa- ‘8 We were!” sho ex- ST believe I've nother clue; | Beneytre: March's strong box wes (To Be Continued.) In a little glass keyboard. the fulfilment of the dearest ipher, thought that perhaps uncle tc he figures et the The blank for answers to “ Girl in Blue” will appear again It 4s omitted to-day for Monday. lack of space. to transpose top ‘ing of the umerale order ‘