The evening world. Newspaper, April 16, 1904, Page 6

LUME 44........- seeeeseseeeeeeNQ. 18,879. = | The Evening World First. umber of columns of advartising in The Evening World in March, 1904...... 1,50134 jumber of columns of advertising in The Evening World in March, 1903...... 1,03234 INCREASE, ........... OO i No other six-day papers morning or evening, in New York EVER carried in regular editions in any one month A DISCOURAGING $400,000,000. ‘These are Mrs. Gertrude Atherton’s first words about @new hero in fiction: Wheh Fessenden Abbott ‘heard that he was to inherit fur hundred millions of cones he experfenced the pro- fundest discouragement he whs ever to know, except— Except on a subsequent odcasion, which has not to do with the present suggestion. Not even the representation that Abbott has been brought up in the Adirondack'woods, supposing himself to be the son of a poor father and dreaming of a greatness to be earned by his own exertions, makes it easy to conceive of a hero like Mrs. Atherton’s really walking the earth. His own attitude binds him to fiction. He stands just over the line from the men and things we know about. That is, until he gets through being discouraged. Men may be dazdled by great wealth without getting ® i They may be dismayed by some other man’s use P of it, But discouraged about it when it comes their * way? This is an idea to give us pause and to promote _ wonic gayety. ay In high finance especially, it isto laygh. * ” * * * j ‘A man with $400,000,000 would control, according | te late estimates, one one-thousandth of the wealth of |, the world. This would certainly fix a large responsi | bility upon one fifteen-hundred-millionth of the world’s | population. Very possibly such possession and power | in one pair of hands, controlled by one head, might | become a menace to the earth's people. But discourage the man able to acquire them? Never. Or the son deemed fit to inherit them? Not likely. The elder Abbott in Mrs. Atherton’s story is a ../Shrewd man. He has selected his son’s tutors and text-books. It is not probable that he is surprised when Fessenden decides to throw discouragement to the winds and take what the gods thrust upon him. * * * * ee 7 Naturally much depends, as to $400,000,000, upon what form the wealth takes and the disposition of the holder. J. Beit, of Kimberley, South Africa, where the diamonds come from, was credited with a cool half billion made in gems. There are many, many people who have never heard his name. The Rothschilds, holding now in family wealth) about $300,000,000, have had their possessions in such form of loans and bonds as to dictate peace and war to nations. In Mrs. Atherion’s book, Abbott the father has stock in all the wortd’s railroads, holds the larger portion of the bonds of the United States, runs banks and | corporations, and controls vast real-estate interests. Other interesting holdings he thus enumerates to his son: ad own twenty-cight members of Congress, seven of the most Imposing figurehends of the British aristocracy, one sovereign and several minor presidents. ly. @ THE » EVENING kove In the Merry Springtime. Ing, Is Daily we feel our usually equable spirits rise and fall with the fitful ba- rometer and won- der what the mat- ter js. A longing for green fields and lanes and violet- studded ditches dis- turbs the fatuous serenity of the most hardened Broad- wnyite, and even the wreat ~‘reet's most faithful devotee, the show girl, is thinking that, after all, ghe had better marry poor olf Tom or Dick or Harry, as her taste may bé, and forswear the delights of city life for love and @ cot- tage at New Rochelle Everybody 1s more or less @iscon- tented. For spring, the much-chanted soason of poets, 1s par-excellence the Season of discontent, Of course these same poets had other views about it Even Shakespeare wan- dered.so far from the facts as to speak of “the winter of our discontent,” when winter is probably the one quarter of the year in which we find ourselves moat satisfled with ourselves and our surroundings. The very word hibernate, derived from winter, means through the season in @ state of tor- pidity. And of course torpidity and content are more or less synonymous terms. But in spring the awnkening trom = torpor comes, and with it vague longings, questionings, regrets The longings are not merely romantic. In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughy of love, but seriously to the betterment of his con- dition in Ife, to the disadvantages of the profession he has chosen and to @ stern, unalterable fact which trikes hin in the merry spring- time that he fs not getting on as he deserves. And the young woman's fancy turns to clothes, clothes, clothes, ing fér pretty things, always present in the breast of thu normal «irl, in spring is apt to become a veritable mania for finery, And tho pretty lttle stenog- rapher who could not possibly look better than she docs in her ready-made 320 sult spends many unprofitable hours wishing for the paraphernalia that only ‘The tong-| ‘ million can buy. “Hut poverty takes all the poetry out of life," eo many young men and women are apt to complain, It does not take half as much as the loss of tho youthful iMusions men sno- riflew to wealth and women to ambition. ‘there seems to be a general average of happlness allotted every one. St he get it in money, some in beauty, some, in brats, womo dn ithe love, which In- dependent of any of these things, they feel or ingpire, But if they want any more than the average allowed them, they have to pay for !. The Fates may Jend some mortals more happiness than ts rightfully coming to them, but they are the greatest usurers on earth and exact ruinous rates for it. ‘These are all thoughts that occur to everybody, but #t ts good to revall yom in the merry springtime of our discontent eee ONE WAY. ‘Typewriter Agent—Here, my friend. our Iaet payments on your machine re not due until next November, Why do you on paying now? Typewriter Purchaser—Well, you see, the machine 13 golng to pleces so rap- idly that 1 saw I'd have to hurry up if 1 got it pald for before It was worn out know And that would never do, you to pay for ® worn-out machine! in’t afford !t.—Halttmore Ameri- Thus the author justifies the title of her book, | “Rulers of Kings.” | Tt is fortunate that fiction is out of the line of Congressional investigation at Washington. Otherwise Mrs. Atherton might get into conimittee-room hot } water, or the House whitewash brush be overworked. Abbott wealth andgine dental posses ed, of the dangerous order. They haye been accumulated with no limiting thought of a “1 much.” What is worse, with no. handicapping consideration of “how.” In this latter particular is the real peril of greatest wealth. If every man had a conscientious regard for the Decidedly, t esions are, as repr heed never to be any talk of putting a limit by law on any man’s fortune. But, dangerous or $400,000,000, or 4 not dangerous, the tuted, and, as has been intimated, one’s thoughts are not likely to centre about the discouragement of Possession. * 8 * * The Demidoff fortune in Russia is of the figure just mentioned. And the Demidoff heritage of fame in Europe is based in hospitals, libraries and many Splendid institutions generously endowed. i What would you do with all of $400,000,000? Here are some things you could do: Double the total deposits in twenty-six out of twenty eight suvings banks in New York. Bulld a fleet of nearly seventy first-class battleships, “Chip in” two-thirds of the National Government's Income for a year. _ Maks good to Uncle Sam about four-fifths of his 1903 Tupning expenses. Bpan tho Last River with a acore of fine new bridges, Buy for your sweet\tooth four times the average lot of Sugar constimed tn America in a year, | Pay the total of meat bills for New York City tables for “how” in his getting together of riches, there would | § Abbott |! any $400,000,000, make a fascinat-|¢ ing subject to think upon, as human nature is consti-|' > $ 9-94 ©20O696- OOo The Great and Only Mr. Peewee. Mr. Peewee Takes Miss Sixfoot to the Races. NS _~ iy Me ‘OH, PEEWEE, YOUR, HORSE 1S RUNNING FURTHER TH, Au 3 3 o Ls Towday’s $5 Prise Fudge Idtotorial Was Written by I. LEVINE, No. 268 Eighth Avenue. New York PRIZE PEEWEE HEADLINES for To-day, $1 Pald for Each. Street, Brooklyn; No. 3—JOGEPH W HITE, Care of \A. R. Monday's Prize ‘‘Fudge"’ idiotorial Gook: No. What Is the Telephone Number? # # ww 9—2—Broad (Nine Too Broad). ati eke of ofr af ate ate ate ote she afer ate ote of of ofr ne ate ate of oro 2 e sh ot (Copyright, 1904, by Press Publishing Co., New York World.) Apartment and Beckwith, tw he affair the whic ain to tell ine ter rely as The. Baglin: Uishman Undertakes 10 lv ery Ho fixes the crime on Crada ter, drawing @ revolver eat alive and thi The declares he wil reatena to kill The your terms. nat length, “I am sorry to do for Sald The % A WONDERFUL DETECTIVE STORY %@ By Albert Payson Terhune ae or, in slight surprise, He now recalled having heard that Craddock was once reported to be deeply In love with Iris Durand, She had proferred Von Rick- erl. The Englishman could readily un- derstand how a man of Craddock's sort might not scruple to remove from his path the one abstacle to his happiness: “And now," resumed Craddock, “may T ask a favor in return for the Informa tion I have given you? I still have a few minutes before I need to siart for my train, I have often heard of the way famous detectives track down crimi- nals, Will you kindly outline for me the method you used in my case? It will be something for me to remember— Yo have had you explain to me in per son your mode of work." A slight smile, quickly suppressed, at- tested The Englishman's appreciation of the compliment. In n few sentences nN recounted his pursult of Royce Bi have cost me some sorrow the arrest and subsequent death of a man who had so often been my host, and who has shown me 80 much Kindness, Let me take advantage of your promise to answar my ques ons, I will begin by repeating my fire cause query: ‘Why did you kill Cyril Bal laray’ Craddock ‘had pocketed the pistol at The Englishman's first words of assur- i fter doing any one of these things, your money be gone. It will, perhaps, be better io put it out per cent. You may then pay the President’s salary, $12,000,000 new schools item in the cit Scrape a living out of what 000 income, ance,.and was now moving about the rooms collecting 3 necessary artl- cles with the alert skill of a practiced packer and tossing them into a dult case. "IT did not mean to ki him at all, he answered at last, “I intended to kil) Sturd von Ricker." ‘The Englishmen, raised his eyebrows lard from start to finish, Then he con- tinued: “Failing in fixing the murder on him, T reverted to my first theory, namely that Cyril died of electric shock. I have alreatly explained to you my reasons for that theory: the burnt snot on tho finger, the expression of face, &c. 1 vent to Sing Sing, where I examined the body of a man who had just been olectrocuted, I learned from that ex- imination that T waa right in believing revealed. any further deduction. mere child’s play." “Go on,” suggested Craddock, as tho Englishman paused. ‘It will be in- teresting to know how near the truth you come." “I found at the back of the plano a group of electric wires, Issuing appar- ently from the body of the instrument and passing through the wall behind. I went around to the room on the op- posite aide of the wall. It 1s a mere closet with an electric switchboard whereby the lighting of the various It saved me the trouble of ‘The rest was rooms of your apartment is regulated. ; A very few moments’ study showed me that the wires had been arranged #0 as to throw all the electric current into the piano. Later those connecting wires had been cut close'to the wall. Let me give you my. idea of the killing. You in some way arranged that, by a turn of the switch, a strong electric current should be thrown into the plano, On the night of Cyril Ballard's death you got Slurd von Rickerl headed safely for the pinno, then slipped in here and turned on the switch. You could not foresee that Cyril Ballard vould push in ahead and seat himself at the plano stool, ‘Later, when you in here, tried to turn off the switch, syril_ Ballard had been olectroduted. 3ut how? That necessitated & search yt your rooms. My first move, after tting myself in here, was to examine th@ alcove where the plano stands, 1 nérely moved the plano @ few tnohes found it Jammed and so cut the wires. Tho brass work on the botrd ts seratched, showing how hard you tugged in your effort to turn back the switch, Am I right?’ Naething, 438 Broome Street, New York City. ste ate of afr afr ofr The Fatal Chord:i the Baffling Mystery of the Carnegie Hall Murder. Miscovered your error, you came back} “# WORLDS w HOME w MAGAZINE. » ” OOOO 9004: By Martin Green. In Spite of Every Law the Gee-Gees Still Pry Off the Lid, od Bar {s picking up,” announced the Ctgar Store Man. “There was a gang fh here last night running the Carter Handicap over again and they burned up about $11 worth of smokes.” “Ot course, évery one of them had s bét down on the race,” saié The Man Higher Up. ‘She lid is dcwn in Manhattan"and McAdoo is sitting on it, but you can see the emoke coming out of the ground at the tratke. ‘They have no lid where the gee-gees are. Men on Jerome's list ss gamblers, whose places for the reception of bets in New York are ornamented by a police guard can be seen at the tracks taking bets under the protection of the law. It’s a fine business. “Oenfield's art gallery is closed and he's ehy about coming to New York from London, because the District- Attorney has a cold deck to ring in on him. He is com- Ppelled to live in England if he wants to ve comfortable, simply because he kept a place near Fifth avenue tn which he accommodated millionaires who were willing to back their judgment against his. He was there to bet that they couldn't tell what hole the ball would fall into after a spin around the edge of the bow! or to pub up @ stack against theirs that they couldn’t call the tur ‘The man who keeps a gambling-house on a quiet side street and bets with his customers is a crook. “But, supposing that Canfield, instead of running » Gwell joint in town, had framed up his career along ane other line of gambling? Supposing he had gone into the ‘business of making book at the'track? Jerome wouldn't bother him any mare than he would bother the Presi dent of the New York Stock Exchange. “Canfield, the bookmaker, putting his judgment on the condition and ability of @ horse against that of a man willing to let his money make some noise would be con- sidered on the level. He got in on another deal, and now. he's considered a law-breaker by the District-Attorney for betting against men who thought they knew how the cards were going to come out of the box. “It Canfield’s house was running he would probably have some bookmakers playing there every night Any one of those bookmakers could be sloughed for betting against Canfield and made to testify against him or ram a chance of going to the Tombs for a rest. But if Can= field wont to the track fn the afternoon and bet against these same bookmakers the transaction would be as legitimate as a business deal in a store. 85 you see that gambling is not gambling when it is done on property controlled by the Jockey Club.” “I suppose you had the winner of the Carter?” said the Cigar Store Man. “You're a bum supposer,” responded The Man Higher Up. “The hotse I bet on was a con.” |GOSPLETS @ Rivne. By the Passer-by. Pay Day. 1D1OTORIALS OuR \FIVE CENTS ORTH OF THAT EA ROBBER, KN TT-ALL, one of the GREATEST sclen- tists of the ageand Why Shouldn’t the Sun Shine by Night? The Evenine Ruske Will Make Bose brightest Copyrot, 1904, by the Planet Pub. Ca pupil we are, in Ee! 1s recent experl- ments discovered that the SUN shines by DAY 365 times during the year and not once by NIGHT. Prof. Know-It-All {s an HONEST man, and we can’ believe that what he says Is TRUE. Now, what we would like to KNOW ts: Why should ‘the sun shine by day when we DO NOT NEED IT and go visiting to London every night when it would be of great use to us? READERS! FAMILY OFREADERS! Itls rightup to us to see to It that the sun SHINES by night. The Evening Fudge will make it shine on moonlight excursion nights as well as all others, and thus bust the GAS and STAND- ARD OIL Trusts, and save Fudge readers the entire price of thelr GAS BILLS, When this ts accomplished—as it WILL BE—the public won't have any bills at all, except Fudge bills, The sun will give them LiGHT all the time, and our red- hot {dlotorlal gooks will do thelr COOKING and keep them WARM. All cooks now use GOOKS when cooking brain foods or heating curling-irons. > City. 1—A. V. HAINS, Mamaroneck, N. Y.; No. 2—F. M. HADSELL, 145 High “Wild Fish and How to Catch ’Em!”” AGW Reader--now, perhaps, more gay than sage If still you figure on a weekly wage, Représs important pride, hide outward hope, And lounge tn line to draw your envelope— Gay Reader, then, revert a glance or so To scan the ‘payroll’ down the various row, First Mike, agrin, his voucher bold but dirty, Counting the change for drinks in seven-thirty. Behind him note the sleek, prospective dandy, A messenger—three-ten, the ten for candy. The porter ahuffles next, red-necked and suddy, His forehead shrivelled up in fitful study, Dividing twelve~the week's-end problem grave— ‘Twixt twins, a roast, the laundry and a shave, Mark, just beyond, the rakish cravenette Of seventy dollars a week, the ladies’ pet; An “auto acarfyin in his crash cravat, In all, save “‘nuto," quite the autocrat, ‘With Oippant bamboo stick and {dle glove, An “isn't he lovely?’ air, an off Beside him now, in glittering tete-a-te Intense, well-groomed, loquacious and elate, Mz, Boss-of-the-Bunch’'s private stcretary Contrives to be at once remarked and merry, Her voucher—can it be such sweets are reckoned At fractions of a cent per scented second? And last, the stodgy, thickset, hulking guy, Sltpshod and seedy, with the crapulous eye, “Who's that?"—look sharp! your turn to scoop your gaims Hush! he's the muck-a-muck, the boss, the brains. Now, Guess This Yourself. 990064 99909609999 00999I9G. 2644 06090008 HPTRGTOTIOIGD CHOGLRE EGET? sfrste ote ote ae ate ae feat eae foto ag & Tt 1s a simple and old eleo- ‘Ann’s Age Was Different. Here's a problem to beat “How old is Ann?" When first the marriage knot was tied jhow the whole thing had been done.) strument. You connected one electric pole with, tric plano trick, But it accounts for # the loud pedal, Then, boring through) the moment of darkness and the repe+ Between my wife and mo, the !vory key of ‘G natural’ below| tition of that one crashing death chord. Our ages then did so agree ‘There is the whole story, Mr. Craddock. Good day." As 19 does to 8 and 3 But aftter ten and one-half ten years Married. we had been, ‘Her age came up as near to mine As 2 times 3 to 9. Without doubt the foregoing problem is an old-timer. It ‘was copied by an Evening World correspondent at Buffala from the diary of Calvin Lake, grandfather of Justice Johy M, Woodward, of the Supreme Court, Judge Woodward found the problem written in his grandfather's diary. The grandfather was a schoo! teacher in the village of Charlotte im Chautauqua County, from 1818 to 1821, high C you ran a metal wire through 4€ connected with the opposite electric pole. You filed down the wire to a level! Craddock stretched forth his hand, with the key. By the dim lamplight it} “Jt 1s a privilege to have met you, would bo practically invisible, But, when| sir,” he sald, almost cordially, "I shall the current was on, any one pressing be honored by shaking your haffd. down the loud pedal and striking that| ‘The Englishman eyed the proffered note with great force would form what| hand without making any move to {a known as @ ‘short cirotlt,’ The whole} grasp it." | electric current would rush through “You will pardon me, I am_ sure, | body, causing instant death, It was a|he answered, apologetically, half sadly, clever idea. I congratulate you on its| “but even a detective must draw the conception, fatal though it was, It ts) line between his admiration for a mur- the cleverest scheme that has ever| ‘erer’s skill and his personal loathing come under my somewhat wide range of| Of that murderer's crime, You witl un- experience.” + derstand my feeling, I am sure, when Craddock bowed. At . “Don't mention &," returned Crad- nga What the extent of your discovery?") gocie coldly, though a faint flush rose to his dark face as his rejected hand fot quite. AWhen Cyril Ballard| dropped back to his side, “Good-b: struck that death chord it drew off for} ‘Now, I wonder,” mused the English- the moment all the electric power in the| man ,as -he strolled contemplatively apartment. As a result every light in| down Fifty-seventh atreet on the place went out. You had not count-| Carnegie Hall, “I wonder if this Ballard ed on that, eh? Then when you slipped | affair, taken all in all, should rank as into the next room’and cut the wires,| one of my triumphs or as oné of my the clrcult was, of course, momentarily rare defeats?" shut off again, The room was plunged} Half a block farther on he met Gres- in darkness. The metal strings of the ham. plano, strongly impregnated by the tre-| “The case fs wound up, Gresham," mendous electric force that had been said ithe Englishman, “Te turned Into them, had contracted as the | sail for London, There fs no longer any rikimg of that chord had sent the cur- reason why I showld conceal my iden~ | What Well-Known Proverb Is This? | | cee est eens wt rent into the plano. As the wires were | tity, Do you still want « know my cut the current ceased. Tho strings/Teal name? Yes? Well, let's drop inte relaxing, of coutse, caused| this cafe and have « high-ball. Over who really I aan. suddeniy that identical chord to be struck once | drinks I'l