The evening world. Newspaper, February 27, 1904, Page 6

¢ $ Published by the Press Publishing Compan; Park Row, New York. Entered at the Post-Ofice at New York as Second-Class Mall Matter. FSS A Reece VOLUME 44... .0ceeseeseeeeeeesNO. 15,530. The Evening World First. Number of columns of advertising in The Evening World for 12 months, ending ; January $1, 1904.........0eeee ee 12,231% Cee Number of columns of advertising in The | Evening World for 12 months, ending f January 31, 1903...0.00e0eeeetes 856% INCREASE........ 4.374% This record of growth was not equalled by any newspaper. morning or evening, In the United States. e 00-054 6060060000008 SUBWAY COMPETITION. * The Metropolitan offer to bulld a new subway sys | fem which, in connection with universal transfers with | the surface lines, would enable residents of Manhattan | to go from anywhere to anywhere else for five cents dis- @loses a marked change in the feelings of that com~ pany since the time when it announced that it did not § care particularly about subways, but as a favor to the * sity would accept a perpetual franchise with ten-cent fares, ‘The present proposition is undeniably attractive. Whe Metropolitan proposes to furnish two direct tun- ‘nels from the Battery to the Bronx, one on the east side} ¢, by way of Lexington avenue and one on the west side through Eighth avenue, with crosstown tunnels under | ; Whirty-fourth and Chambers streets. These underground Unes would have transfer relations with the surface sys- q tem, so that most of the long-distance travel would be Bt fone in the tunnels and the short-distance travel in the _ —_— street-cars. ‘While this plan may be open to improvement in de- tails, it seems, on the whole, to offer much better ad-| vantages to the public than that favored by the Belmont tyndicate. The Metropolitan routes are more direct, and the transfers with the surface lines would certainly be a Breat public convenience. Probably in nv long time the two corporations will be combined, so that any expecta tions of permanent competition will be disappointed, But to start with two independent systems would give us competition for a time, at least, and thelr rivalry would be an advantage to the city in terms of construction, if} g a not in permanent operation. ‘The time has passed when we had to be thankful for | § any rapid-transit favors a syndicate might be good 4 bnough to offer. We know now that tunnel privileges are | q worth having. We do not have to accept any corpora- | & tlon’s plans, but we can lay out the routes that suit us| 2 best with an assurance that there will be no lack of bid- fiers for the chance to carry out our wishes, AND NOW ROCHESTER. a It appears that disasters never come singly. [io liester a follows Baltimore and the Iroquois Theatre. In time S990 S904 FORISESESS. aoe we -lHE The Most Important Litthe Man on Earth, Leswn Copyrighted, 1903, by The Evening World. Mr. Peewee Hands Out a Discourse on the Bottling-Up of Fleets. J See BY THE PAPERS THAT THE JAPANESE ARE TRYING TO EMULATE THE EXPLoIT, OP HOBSON BY SINKING § EXPLOSIVE-LADEN VES~, Ni 0 WHAT AN EXTRAVAGANT TE OF MONEY AND $50 IF YOU (OR ANYBODY ELBE) CAN TELL WHY EVENING FUDGE MAS ANY CIRCULATION AT ALL. 5 + amlaut on the NIT You may ask WHY we print these figures. ee aie mentee ee It would give the most expert allenist Ward's Island an eightcornered headache to ANSWER. Of course we expect you TO SWALLOW 8,523,561 (keep your eye on. the J, oe it may get a PINK PILL because you are PALE PEOPLE and ncedj! the RED DOPE to keep you nerved up to’ the task of read-i! & ’ Don’t say {t's our NEWS, because EVEN WE aren't J foolish eriough to think that Is the answer, j Then why, oh why, and where, oh where, and how, ‘~ oh how have we got it. ae ae Red Fudge Trading S ‘ den i 665 War Gf 450 wards tearing er aceon | dream. ‘Yes, SIRT Wout Sai. THIS, ONLAPIDATED OLD Eins Be" of SHE ChRnNeL— TURN IT SIDEWAYS, AN You KNow, GENTLEMEN, AS WELL AS I Do “THAT 1T WOULD SINK To perhaps a people as practical and resourceful as the 4 American will begin to realize the fact that fire is a natural agent, governed by natural laws, and that it can be controlled by taking proper precautions. Fire cannot |? exist without certain things to feed upon, nor spread} without certain facilities. What is everybody's business | ; is nobody’s business; but at least tne insurance com-| ‘ panies, which pay over $100,000,000 a year in fire losses even in normal years, might be expected to take some; . practical steps toward making great conflagrations Im- | SEPSOOO 3 —In behalf of a wife murderer co that he smoked 300 cigarettes’ this impressive pl y tence to the electric chair. A wife strangled by the smoker) of 800 cigarettes daily is as effectually and finally dead as! $ though the assassin lived up to the noble and elevating be- lef that “To! sowed the seed." The mere fact that a man smokes 300 cigarettes a day may prove him to be more or less of a fool, but it hardly constitutes a license for him to go about seeking whom he may devour. THE SUNDAY EVENT. ‘The one man in politics of whom everybody speaks well is the new Secretary of War, the Filipino’s friend, the Republican Man of Destiny, William H. Taft. One mS row’s Sunday World Magazine, with her characteristic could find out by reading public documents for a year, nee But that is only one of the things that insure a profitable | | to nurse the wounded Japanese, and the simple heroism | *!! of the fireman, with Chartran’s lurid picture of the scene Sunday World Magazine from end to end will have the full day, # man Catt, the woman suffrage movement has no enemies| 22, but tradition and custom. Perhaps she {s right, but she innocently recalls the story concerning Texas, a State that an admirer said lacked nothing but “good society and that good society and water wero all that another still warmer region lacked. Tradition and custom are the ex- pressions of human sentiment, and they are about the ‘ouly agencles that exist for or against anything, An Exe it Ph was utilized as the local Jail, The members of a train \ st them and tell them to move. To have them moved around. elation by Human Device—Prof. Losb, who has suc “eetded in crossing the sea urchin and the starfish, thinks sire grasp upon a little scheme o ution of ey if his creative genius pauses at this stage “will hays been accomplished, A thing half star- gee urchin fs neither useful nor ornate, Let itleman trot a few gr sah from the on % a ‘To-Day’s $5 Prize “Evening Fudge” Editorial was written by [rs. Eliza V. Hayes, 45 Duffield St., Brooklyn. No. 1—A. WEINBERG, No. 150 Nassau street, New York angled by the emexer, C1tY: No. 2.—Mrs. T. M. WATSON, No. 52 Wyckoff street, New Brunswick, N. J. | Ci Editorial (By a Woman), ‘‘How to Control the Bridge Crush.” co is an evil weed, and ‘twas the devil! $0$0060009000606666 5HDdDPHHHIOHHHHIHOHHIHGHHHOHHHFHOHDY 9HOOOHOHOOOOHGHOE HSH GE GSHHGHHOHOM |. who reads Kate Oarew's interview with him in to-mor- “Ne please, sketches, will know more about the real man than he| ported that he !s in jail in Kansas and “At the Sunshine and Kinds Deeds So- day to the reader of the Sunday Magazine. There are the | coty just the otner day wo were telling Dodge-Morse mystery, the American girls who are going | Mrs. Hankinson, who 1s a new member, have fist fights before he ran away, and now he's in jail, and we were saying at Baltimore, There are the new rulers of the Whitney | how if men knew a thing jynasty, and the woman who is making a million dollars | VoU!4 talk about it ev af a year. There are fashions, physical culture and fiction, | ®2v@ n° consideration for th feelings of , One who conscientiously @ suffering wife, On the whole, on: entiously goes through the! vir tas broken Mrs. Gassaway down and if she would stop satisfaction of feeling that he has spent a reasonably you could see how gray nobody say# a word to her about ft, @ppoastion Not Nowtanl—According to Mrs, Caroline Chap.{ @X°ePe that Mrs. Terwiliger threw tt other because } a muffler for Mr. Smig, who has had personal charge of the Immediate Re- ” lef Branch to help the worthy and . de wipti lead e e1 ey water,’ this description leading to the counter allegation moral poor, but the dear man has had to go to Lakewood for his health, and, don't you know, some of those begga: had the audacity to go to his house and demand coal and bread! “Please don't fidget, Mr. Nagg. Here you are home one afternoon when I am ving @ few friends, when that loye- not knowing this, coupled the car on and rolied it|"e°°Y ‘ way, prisoners and all. Now the authorities cannot trace| \Y Mi Smig will be here, when Ars. © \)he prisoners, and should be congratulated, A common Kiedis vvllig Erba Aap ¥ iting rid of bad men is t I. y pated oF eutting men is to shakes police club] ‘iends, and you start to fAdget and | withou wt or cost ought to be high! growl. = eer ust to be highly satisfactory alll ..A1,, here comes Mrs, Gassawey now! You dear, sweet thing how pale you look! Is that a pimple on your nose? “| Posltiy wretch PRIZE PEEWEE HEADLINES for to-day. Monday’s Prize Fudge Mrs. Nagg and Mr.— $1 paid for each. ‘The Great and Only Mr. Peewee. TRIC im. 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(By Permission of George Musyo's Bons.) \Copyright, 180% by George Munro's Sons.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. Jehan de Bault, # nobleman's son, has beer Ste attin Bice eure GAR AM Goa EET ge 5 aries de Vidoc! @ poor ee See : @ rich young wife of whom he ts tired whose death ad oaks re consults Notredame. ime, do. Vi r ‘ a0 her husband's : fives her a strong olson, Vebas overhears the conversation, follows her and tells Her (supposedly Ts his ‘master's name) to lve the “philter’ to her Husband instead of taking it herselt. 8 ond dies. His wite is arrested ie tells the truth to Pathe ores, e"telle the ey 5 and’ holds ‘him ase withers (prove: sme a cence. Is arrested and ita suicide, Mme. de Vidoche te ‘prove Mme, de Notredanie ures fein ried. Cardinal Rchelley and Ming Louis XITi, are at the tri redame's death Mi In Hearing of Not fadame faints, CHAPTER VI. 71> Jehan to the Rescue. Sacred as if from some other world, Mme. de Vidoche'a senses returned to her. Dull as her senses still were, she noticed that the King sat forward with an odd, keen look on his face, that the judges seemed startled, that even the Cardinal's pale features were slightly flushed. They were looking at a boy who stood at end of the table besido a priest. she heard him say. ‘Yes,’ how long a time elapsed before Mme, de Vidocht lalf an hour, I think.’* “You are sure it was polson he required?” “T ain sure." “And madame?" “A love-philter.”* “You are sure of the arrangement made between Vidoohe and this man of which you have told us? That the poison should be given to madame in the form of a love-philter? That she might take it herself?” “I am sure.” “And it was you who ran after Mme. Vidoche and told het that the draught was to be given to her husband instead?" “Yes.” ‘ou acknowledge, then,’ the president continued, ‘that it was you who, in fact, killed M. de Vidoche?" " he answered in a low tone. “Why?” the president demanded, with a quick look at hii colleagues, “Because—-I heard him plan his wife's death—and 1 thought dt right,” the boy stammered, terror growing in hit eyes. “I wanted to save her. I did not know. I did not think,'* Madame rose trembling to her feet and stood grasping the «6 before her. “What is this?" she panted. “Does he say that my Sus a there? madame, he does,” the president answered, indul nd that he came for polson—for me?’ “He says so, madame." She looked at him wildly for a moment and then sank back on her stool and began to sob. She had gone through 0 many emotions; love and death, shame and fear had so 4 sported with her during the last few days that she could taste nothing to the full now, neither swect nor bitter. The president turned again to the King. Louis nodded, and with a painful effort—for he stammered terribly— spoke. “Who 1s this lad?” he said. “Ask him," The Judge bowed and returned to the witness. “You call yourself Jehan de Bault?” The boy assented. “Who are you, then “Tam Jehan de }oult,” he pattered in his treble voice, “slegneur of I know .ot where, and lord of seventeen lord- ships in the country of Perigord"—-and so on, and so on, through the quaint formula to which we have listened more than once. The King moved restlessly in his chair, saying, “Pish! Wh-hat {s this rubbish? What is he s-saying?” The president frowned, and, taking his cue from the King, was about to rebuke the boy sharply, when one who had not before spoken, but whose voice in an instant pro- duced silence among high and low, intervened. ‘The tale rings true!’ the Cardinal said, in low, suave accents. “But there {s no family of Bault in Perigord, is there?" . “With His Majesty's permisslo: replied a bluff, hearty voice; and therewith M. de B: » the elderly sol- dier who had como in with the K advanced a pace 19 the side of his mast: chair. of Perigord, and know, Your Eminence,” he continued. ‘More. Two months ago I saw this lad—I recognize him now—at the fair of Fecamp. He was differently dressed then, but he had the same tale, except that he did not mention Perigord." “S-some one has taught it him,” safd the King. The great Cardinal smiled—a filckering, quickly passing smile, Then he leaned forward and fixed the boy with his fierce black eyes. “What was your father's name’ he sald, 2OPOG99GHHHHOOE FOO > - Illustrated by GENE CARR. She Tries to Have One Pleasant Day at Home for Him, BUT, OF COURSE, He Delights in Hurting Her Feelings Before Their Friends! Mr. Nagg, don't ask Mrs, Gassaway how her husband {s when she comes. It is ro- away on a vacation, as she says he about how the Gassaways used to ke this they ere and yelng her hair she fs, But to her whe they sniffed at each . Gassaway knitted . Per= elbow off the tea table; you'll crush the my dear, you're looking Gassaway, you're upsetting thowe cups! There! Two of them, are | her awkward man who shoved yor “Oh! here ts Mra, | Hable t ay | fined people. “How are you, dear Mr. Smig? * * * Let me introduce you to Mr. Nagge!” 10 apoplexy, especially at your How sweet of you to ne, Mr. Nags, you can | You'll ruin my curtains and they “Mr, Nage, why don't you offer Mrs,| broken! Oh! I can't replace them any-| cost me— You don't want to smoke? Gassaway a chair? There! Look out, | Where! Certainly, my dear Mrs, Gassa-|Of course you don't want to smoke. you are stepping on my train. Now | ¥#s: am not blaming you. It was that) You can't enjoy yourself among re- you have torn my flounce! You haven't torn it? Well, you tried to! You did | dear, you are getting terrible stout; you! cult: ty; you know you tried, ‘ake your | must be careful; ek ot inoke in You want to get away Terwiliger! My) from your home and from your wife's rete arenes “Hand Mrs. Terwiliger some tea. Look out, you are going to spill It You ain't? Yes, you are! Give it to me! I say you will give it to me. There you've spilled It! My fault? Oh, Mr. Nagg, spare me your insinuations and abuse one day! Please, please, 1 beg of you not to belittle me in front ot my friends, “They are not used to such scones, Mr, Nagg. ‘Their husbands take a pride in them and never act like ruf- flans when their wives give receptions. “No, Mrs. Gassaway, I will be calm. | Yes, Mrs; Hankinson, your sympathy 1s sweet to me, Yes, let me cry, it will ease my wounded heart, “Nagg! How dare you kick that rug up? Why don’t you sit down and not be running around like a hen with its head off! “Sit down, sit down, your fd~ getting has me so nervous I shall scream, “There! Get up! Look how you_are rumpling my new silk cushions, Stop biting your nails! “Mrs. Gassaway, you see what I en- Isn't he sweet! here is a man the ki e likes. low, Mr. Nagg, you are going to meet a real mtloman, I want you to Up your club and your downtown smok- ine, guzzling friends and be a com- panion of Mr. Smig, he does recite poetry so. beautifully. Jehan shook his head impote “Can you read?’ “No, Jehan murmured, “Then your arms?” The Cardinal spoke rapidly now, and his face was growing hard. ‘‘They were over the gate, over the door, over the fireplace. Think—look back—reflect. What were they?” For a moment Jehan started at him in bewilderment, filnching upder the gaze of those plercing eyes. Then on « ly, miserably, “pon't scowl, Don't 5% ae rs, Gas 4 ea rerwilixer, gelf waiting for yor uss that petition we are ge Mrs, Hankingon—wateh her drink out of] establish the | whipping the finger No, Mr, Nagg, 1 know mot only for, bru rat what you are up to, You are not lke glect thelr homes an other men who make themselves com- d fault with kind an fortablo in thelr own homes and smoke 3 a8 well, rs and act contented; me introduce you to Mr. Nese has gone? Tl , S00 Him ni} into that and read the sudden thé boy's face grew crimsdén. He raised his hand eagerly. “Or on a mount vert!" he cried, impétuously— and stopped. But presently, in a different voice, he addeil, slowly: “It was @ tree—on a hill.” With a swift look of triumph the Cardinal turned to M. id, “that belongs to”— ost sulkily, “It is Mme. de Vi- “And her name was” “Martinbault—Mlle. de Martinbault!"” A murmur of astonishment rose from every part of the court. For a moment the King, the cardinal, the President, M. de Bresly, all were inaudible. The alr seemed full of exclamations, questions, answers; it rang with the words! “Bault—Martinpault!” “Pardleu, sire, it may be so!” cried ‘M. de Bresly. ‘It is true enough, as I now remember. 4 child was lost in that family about eight years back. But it was at the time of the Rochelle expedition; th. province was full of trouble, and Monsieur and Mme. Martinbault were just dead, and little was made of it. All the same, this may be the boy. Nay, it is a thousand to one he is!" “What ds he, then, to M-Mme. de V-Vidoche?" the King asked, with an effort. He was vastly excited—for tim. “A brother, sire.” M. de Bresly: answered, That word plerced at last through the dulness whict wrapped madame's facultfes and hed made her imperviouw to all that had gone before. Sho rose slowly, listened, looked at the boy—looked with growing wonder, like one awaking from @ dream. Possibly in that moment the later years fell from her, and she saw herself again a child—a tall, lanky girl, playing in the gar- den of the old chateau with a little toddling boy who ran ‘and sped, beat her sturdily with fat, bare arms, or cud- led. to her for kisses. ; ‘With @ sudden gesture she stretched out her hands, and cried in a clear voice: “Jehan! Jehan! It is little Jena!” ‘As soon as madame could be moved she retired with the boy to the old ho’ four leagues from Perigueux, and there, in the quiet land where the name Martinbault ranked with the name of the King, she sought to forget her married life, She took her maiden , and in the boy's breeding in works of mércy, in a hundred noble and fitting dutie entirely to hér taste, succeeded in finding peace, and, nraa ,, happiness. A ently, Gharetes oe Clearing-House’s Origin. Not all bankers are aware of the manner in which the clearing-house system originated. The messengers of the London banking houses tsed to meet at a certain ale’ house, ana there make exchanges of paper. Their employers ob- served this and held a meeting to discuss the matter. This Clearing. F thus innocently puts the poison in Vidoche’s f jas | menting rertted tn the founding of the London House in 177