The evening world. Newspaper, December 16, 1905, Page 8

@udiivned by the Press Publishing Company, No, 53 to 63 Park Row, Entered at the Post-Office at New York as Second-Class Mall 187, for the B. R. T. 43 Everybody Works There are steps m Subway platform to the street leve at the promenade, and 25 more to the Bridge entrance, 31 steps to platform where the Brooklyn “L.” trains start. The people coming by the Third avenue “L" ¢limb 25 | steps, from the street S6steps, from the Subway 99 steps. If the average passenger weighs | in spite of it 150 pounds, we have a! total of 180,000,000,000 “foot | pounds” of effort exerted by the Brooklyn “L” passengers on the Bridge, at Park Row alone on the eastward trip. During “rush hour” the eastward passengers on the Bridge “L” de- velop daily at Park Row 100 horse-power in actual climbing, besides what they waste shuffling along in lock-step on the level, They waste in that rush hour each day the equivalent of two months in the life of a single person, In one year two average human lifetimes are wasted by tired laborers, shopping women, factory girls, clerks, in the night “rush hour’) alone at that single point. To compute how many lifetimes are wasted on the whole system jwould be a melancholy and complicated task. | That idleness may be rebuked it is now proposed to build a stub station on stilts at each end of the Manhattan Bridge, This time even the trolley cars are to be hoisted one story above the street, the elevated cars two stories, Forty-two months ago Chief Engineer Parsons said ft was feasible to lead bridge elevated trains into subways right where the time-wasting, back-breaking, manners-ruining “terminals” are to rear their worse than | useless barriers across the path of traffic. ‘The only reason it “cannot be done” fs that the warring capitalists | ‘who control the transportation lines and the city government cannot agree on the division of the spoils, i Electrictty 1s to be substituted for steam on the Pennsylyania’s line between Philadelphia and Atlantic City. The road will then be equipped to meet the fastes! motor-car competition, A Memory! While Mr, Hughes {s busily raking up old memories it wil do no} Fe agazvine, Saturdaz Evening, Too Much Weight, By J. Campbell Cory. harm to recall that Mr. Alexander E, Orr, who succeeds the Perfect ’ Perkins as Vice-President of the New York Life Insurance Company, was | 4 considerable factor in turning the National Bank of Commerce over to Thomas P, Ryan. He was originally against the merger, Then some-| thing converted him. Relationships are worth watching even Ifit is.clearly. understood that the-Good can do no wrong! ’ Carnegie’s “Boys.” Mr, Carnegie’s annual dinner to the “boys” of the Homestead Steef Works is an alumni reunion of a peculiarly interesting kind, What a trade school the steel works were to those who entered them as barefoot boys and emerged masters of the art of steelmaking! Other arts were taught in this school, What institute of technology can show among its graduates as full a list of important figures in the industrial , world as the roster of Schwabs, Fricks, Coreys, Dinkeys inchudes? No other romance of fortune has had so many sensational chapters as that of the “Steel crowd.” Homestead established new standards of wealth. It made the mere millionaire a back number, It transformed thatched cottages into French chateaux and Italian palaces. It exercised an influence on national character of the benefit of which there will exist @ diversity of opinion. Fatled to Raise a Loan, To the Miittor of The Bening Wortd: Is there such a person as a phil throptst? At the last end of the santo ot the 0's @ friend of mine went proverty as well as business, Profes- | tional money fenders would not lend on hie small shop. 4 millionaire “phflanthropista” to lend #40 or $00 at reasonable rates of Interest, | Flere are the results: No. 1--Personal interview. Millionaire took twenty min utes to tell how poor No, 2. Two letters with amole references 88 | to character, No answer, Ne &—Two | letters ditw. No answer, ewor, but miiiionaire’s timo and mea | Bo taken, up, rat he could not bother | bad aiiel Newark, Neo A Word for Snlesgiris, To the Miltor of the ventng World: I would Ile to say a word to the army of Christmas shoppers in behalt of the salesgiris in the vartous stores. If they do not see¢m to be as absolutel, perfect in their work as you could wish, or if of them speaks a little short | or does not erin In reply to your wittl: | 3 | | cism, or if you are not waited On a8 promptiy as in mid-Augus!, don't ewer the | ian through the “mill” end lost al!—private | He asked four} and felt that one mistake might lose auton or call her down or complain to floar-walker, Just mentally out elf in her place. Suppose you bh’ hustle as she does from early morn to nieht and keen ajl your wits and ener. Ries keyed to concert pitch all the'timo | Our Unfinished City, To the Editor of T ing World Amaterdam avenue for some distance above Seventy-third street is torn up next to the blasts annoy pedestrians and scare borses, city hag {ts bunch of ripped up pave- money for vour employer, and had w put up with scoldigs und Insolence rom many customers! How long would ‘our own nerves and brain and temper | 8 tons to traffic. Thumbnail Sketches, UBJECT—Thomas F, Ryan, Favorite Sport—Owning New York. Favorite ‘lask—Stock irrigation. Favorite Book—The Octopus." Favorite Author—The Equitable's actuary, avorite Artist—Hosco, t—Squeezadle lemons. Virginia creeper, The carry-all cal Instrument—The dinner horn, Vavorite Obaracter in History—Red Leary O’Brien. Derfect shape? Help her bY | never Don't edd to the burten | fa ot EX-HEAD OF STOCK. | fl Nearty every district of the) ferer from bad and insufficient gas. half‘pullt houses or other ob- | @ dreadful etate of affairs Is New York | count of the reduction In price of ga Letters from the People e ¥ Answers to Questions to be built up in a satisfactory 1? Since 1660 there has + oveme it ir demolition Uttle feland. Will tt ished, complete city? century? been con- d building and never be a fin If #o, tn what AaB. Bad Gas. enstenn sidewalk, and To the Miitor of the Bvening World: I read the plaint of a fellow-suf- He It ts simply Te It on ace epeaks the absolute truth. If #0, although my husband's salary is | but $0 a week, I should rather curtail expenses in some other way, Hs We really do have to alt !n darkness or use lamps while cookin, Bomething must be done. MRS, A. H. “Variable and Limit” Race, To the Edktor of The Evening Wyld A reader asks; “Flow long will tt take & man to reach a given point if he travels half the distance the first day and half the remaining distance each succeeding day?" Of course he will never reach the given point’ as he never travels the full dietance which separates him from that point. But {f the quertat can imagine a man travelling half of one-millionth of @n inch, 1, fer one, must confess that I cannot, F. ANDERSON Deocscombor ring on on this on the Isthmus.” dinner. | 16, 1905. New York Thro’ Funny Glasses. By I. 8, Cobb. | TN these days you can’t tell from the smell whether a man owns an autoe I mobile or has been having bis hat cleaned, But this is about a man, , who came by his gasoline smell expensively. Being prosperous enough ’ to always carry cash bail on him, he owned a lurge murder-colored caboos@’ ” which had concealed in {ts abdomen a 40-1, P, gas-engine, H, P, means | horse power, or hashed pedestrian, depending on whether you drive a tour ing car or get disseminated by one. | On Sunday afternoons when the road to Yonkers was full of the grea’ common people and baby carriages and dachshunds, thus affording fin sport, he would Invite four or five friends to go out for a run and see the country, They always went because they dearly loved nature, and every- body knows the road to Yonkers 1s full of nature with trespass signs on it. The women would get themselves up in green goggles and rubber gloves and fuzzy fur coats until they looked lke crosses between deep-sea divers | and lady Laplanders, Their coats were cut on the chaste and simple pattern | of a dog-tent, and when the wind turned the, muskrat fur the wrong way | they suggested dead rabbits in a butcher shop window, But what cared they for looking mussy?—they loved the scenery 60. And such a contempt as they had for those who were content to poke | along seeing the scenery from behind a two-twenty trotter! When the scenery began to take on the aspect of a cross-section of the Subway viewed from a Lenox avenue express, that was when they sat up and took notica, Sometimes they were lucky enough to hit a suburban newsboy delivering his papers and scattering the latest intelligence all over the neighborhood, but mostly they contented themselves watching the landscape go batting by like a runaway kinetoscope film with the telephone poles so close together that they put you in mind of the upper case I's in one of F. Smithkingon | Hopp’s lectures. If they didn’t cover 150 miles in @ trip they felt dieap- *| pointed. Coming back they stopped at a road-house and got so lit up that 4t was often difficult for the cHauffeur to hit even the largest man. ia THE FUNNY PART: As above stated, they went for the scenery. ————+4--—______ A Moving Army of Leaves. 4“ ROSSING the road in the park,” writes a visitor to Panama, “T ob served a curious thing. Green leaves, thousands of them, each che K ze of @ small oak or maple leaf, were moving in regular marching | order along the road, a continuous Mne, as far as the eye could reach. It | proved to be an army of Bnts, eash one oarrying a leaf on Its back whiolr ‘completely hid {ts litte body. On closer view I saw a parallel line of ants seturning unloaded, or empty-backed, to the place of supply up a rather long, eteep hill. In crossing the roadway the driver of our carriage stupidly ran over both ines, A few ants fel] out, never to go back, but the broken ranks inatantly filled and the procession moved on easing before, During the busy season these soldier ants march day and night, laying in thelr supply of food, Lf some of t ty and lasy-looking Panamans I saw in the city would be forced to follow the example of the soldier ants things might be different $e Religious “Pastimes.” ) ARE are few pastimes known to the people of Morocco thet are now | connected with religion,” writes @ traveller. “Children play football of a kind and leapfrog and practise wrestling and fencing. They ale (pursue rabbits with curved sticks and throw these with extraordinary skill Some faw experts claim to be able to Kill partridges with the same simpiq weapon, The great game of the adult Moor is the Jab-el barood, or powder- play, This exercise is taken on horseback, and to see a body of Moorish horse- * | men come down at the charge with guns high above their heads to a given spot, where they fir eir weapons and then pull thelr horses up on to their haunches, ts a sighk that will never be forgotten even by those who have seen cavalry manosuyres !n Durope. Moors are very proud of thelr horsemanship, and with reason.” ee ey | Forty-three Miles of Bookshelves, HE British Museum catalogue now contains over 8,860,000 entries, and, I growing at the rate of #00 a year. The brary contains forty-three m | collectton of shelves, Every year 276,00 numbers of newspapers are added to Annually about 530% books are recelved under the copyright fm 10,000 are presented, and about 30.000 volumes, chiefly of contemporary for literature, are purchased, ‘ Y% WONDERFVLLY SPIRITED AND INTERESTING. A LIVING ROMANCE OF WILD NATIVES AND WIDE DISTANCKM es ‘ % Y 4" oS: A Tale of the Arizona Desert <~ % By Roger Pocock ( Wopyriedt, 1908, by Little, Brown @ Co.)| tngtous, and whether that accounted | with mo, they’ think there’s some new GINOPSS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS . ies, * Chadicoye’’ way, cued Lord u oat ite ‘fatter’ Nitite ton Jim | Cu way S Py ® ranch, ry ban by_ the Tana . Holy Crpte, nhre they ‘nnd’ nattes forthe | door « signed "George Ryan,” The Tepes Shee tae ; ‘one Fl Belahantot aoc wipe tas fo he throats because the 5 oe failed to do theen justice. Bal The FI , t ee a rialny anche okt thes The Flying W. inquired i my three 1s danger of unesting Fran Lady | riders waa & case of tripleta or only of the way. Z unfortunate mistake, Then my boys of the “Range Wolves’ band of robber, ts hired by Tyan to wipe | i hannon eaves th MoCalmont's only son, Carly, The reubee (sy for the act, te MeCaimont, | a [raged <, ri “rove | im's mother dies Ryan Selses Holy Cross ranch in of | “4 payment of Bal CHAPTER IX. tor synyptorha of mange !n his ponies My boye were doad gentle, and softly | answered that Lawson was the wons horse-thief {n Arizona; that Lawson's foreman wan throe-p! and the Tost polecat, and that Lawson's riders hed red streaks around their poor produced thelr six guns and allowed t) they'd been whelped savage, reteed dan- Gerous, and turned lonse hoetile—and 1 only arrived just in time to save them from being epolied for further use on earth, I challenged the Plying W. to race thetr best pets against my ‘mangy* pontes, and both sides agreed to have a drink with me, mounted funera one-horse town as & while 1 was 5 herding all those kids, who should roll pageants | plot against the white men. Just you | Watch where I go, and follow casual.’ He led me to a Uttle room he rented over a barber's shop, and, looking from the window I noticed that Ryan's hotel Was just across the street. Curly left ; tie room door open, because he didn't | want any spy to use the keyhole “Now,” says he, ‘make yo' voles | |tame, or we'll be overheard, Don't show yo'self at that window, but keep your eyes skinned thar, while I watch | the stains. What 1 yo’ trouble?” har are yo’ range wolves! “They're a whole lot absent,” says ‘Ourly. “Cayn't you trust me?’ “I ain't trusting even myself.” looked tearful worried. to keep good, and be a whole lot rev | Spectable right along. Then’ you can, stay around in this man's town, walle | in the open with a proud tall and how the Ryan outfit that Balshannon has one friend who ain't no robber,” ‘Then I understood, ‘Wow,’ says Curly, hear my Ul’ voloq | for I'm goin’ to prophesy. You know ‘ that Ryan reckons to have young Michael here for Balshannon's funerall Suppose this Michael don’t transpire tox night? Suppose the train comes in witk news of @ horrible shocking outrage{ Suppose them mean, or'nary robbers had © stole @ millionaire? Suppose—well, just you walt for Ryan's yell when he oe what's done happened to his Wi offspring. He'll surely forget there's any. Balshannon to kill. Just you wait peace: | ful, and when the town turns out td up the etrest but young Onaig, of Moly Cross, on the dead run, with a letter from Jim, The more kids, the worse trouble, Well, when I hed sw i War Signs, Tim letter I fired off a batch of tele N Tuseday moming, after 1 headed | grams and goon he m 4 | Honda ag FA iesenel “e say’ | the Albuquerque Si 4 \ that Hkeyise smelt strong of Ryan hhores deel with the Laweon Cattle | them cattle,” sa on | rl | Fourthly, here was young Michael * Company, then get my men back to |" Bryant a Ryan in his private car from New lt Grave Clty by the evening tratn, 1| Mer Broan laying at j York, burning the rail to reach Grave 1) bad only three cowboys, Monte, Custer | HUrsemeul ‘ had | City by 10 o'clock Whis night. The smell j and Ute; nice ohikiren, too, when they | thal Td ls J . | of Ryan surely tainted the whole land- ‘Were all asleep, but fresh that morn-| Any ne Kk scape. Now just throw back to the ing, Cull of dumb yearnings for trouble, | ¥nt! o} words of Ryan's letter which fourteen i. and showing plentiful symptoms of | Grave Oily f ss) long years before he had nalled upon being youtg. At breakfast time | babies e dan 1 the door of Holy Cross: Pointed out some items tn the local ‘soenery, a doctor's shambles, a hos-| pital, a mortuary and an adjacent eraveyard, "Now, you kids,” says T, “you may be heap big tigens; but Yon't you get wild- catting aroun too numerous, because T ain't aiming to waste good money on yo’ funerals.” ‘They sald they be fearful good, and might they haw tan dollars apiece for the church offertory? They set off with Dure hearts and thirty dollars. the roof of the oa 4 stopped I hauled legs, petted them som and told them to go awa weni, with a bet betw would be first at my ra: Just for the sake of peace and quiet I stayed that night in Grave City, and gat around next morning smoking long The time will whon, driven from ls, Your new without @ root to you or @ crust to oat, * med out % die in for even so much as @ drink of it Will be thrown in your face. die unl T nave seen the end “The City Marshal at Bisley wants your help!” the signals and the Jittie; reckoned that Mr, Ryan was Y, Stone to steal them eonventent, Ja bex Y. had once been a bartender jn Ryan's hotelso that smelt of Ryan, | 00. of your accursed houne. ‘Thintly, here was poor Balshannon! #9 this was Ryan's pan—the work of 4 being held with a string round his leg fourteen years; industrious a whole lot, camped down at Holy Cross, Now Bry- Sepulehre saloon, by the two and plenty treacherous, but coming cigera while 1 made my poor brain |ant would scavely take deputy sheriffs |erookedeat gamblers in. Arigong, tie /aurcly true. Ho had. walted until. he think, ‘There were points in Jim's let- | gown there to nurse a sick lady, Had pame being Low-llved Joe and Loutst| knew the lady was mostly dead, then ter, and facts T had picked up casual | Holy Cross been seized at Jast for Ba’-|ana Pete, Ono. Joe, being Jalied for | turned hee out of Holy Cross to die in ct 4 T mall na T reckon there werg twenty-five W. riders the town that politely by asking at Lordsbargh, and words Of gossip |shanncn's debts? ‘That smelt of Ryan, | killing @ Mexican, Ryan had put) the desert, ‘The cattle were sjolen, Hal- Gropped: in the hotel; but to put them| gocond, Jit had to heaps of Up money for @ lawyer to get him re-'shanion was tied down for all tometer would have puzgled large- | trouble gathering all the breeding stock leased. Bo if theve two thugs Were! ani Michael wold oome to see the OC tretn es 1 began to reckon up Balshannon’s friends, cowboys and robbers mostly, y across the big range They would not hear me if I howled for help, But Ryan was respectable, He was Chairman of the Committee of Public Safety which lynched bad men when they became too prevalent with thell guns. Ryan was our leading citizen, heaps rich, and virtuous no The law would side with him, and as to the officers of the law, judges and elty marshal, and the police—they’d got elected because he spoke for them, He owned the clty, could bring out huh- drets of men to take his sie, What could I do against this Ryan's friends? I_knew that young Curly was ol in Grave City somewhere, and after a search I found him, The boy wes s0 disguised he hardly knew himself. says he, “you want a ne Sak. “You know that Ryan hae seized Holy | rescue that poor stolen maverlok you © Crows?" ‘ want to ride !n and collect Balshannon.” “This mawning, yes." Opposite in the hotel plazsa I watchet “And that Ryan has stolen all their| ol’ Ryan end the olty marshal having « breeding stock?" mint julep together at one of the \a~ “Yesterday that was." “And that yo’ father dredsed hime BIS pF he beriedll says Carly, Up 48 & preacher and warmed Jim?" bead 0 horse cemne tun: “They met up five mile south of | ering. Goon the rider swung into sight, } Lordeburgh. Yessir.” pltebing the dust high, until he cama “And ‘that Balvhannon im tled up| Sbresst of shy witidow, and mm the here?” city marebal in the plana. “Marshal,” I heard him calling, “the “To be butchered this evening, Well? wite to Bisley has been cut.” “Curly T want the range wolves td save Balshannon.”. * pd ge sor" j Pho range wolves’ has another en- Olty Marshal at Bisley wantt «4 nent, sel." your help,’ ‘ is know all about this, t you trust me to help? “We want no help, T reckon," 1 turned my tongue loome then, and|Tovbers. Marshal, the message is foi surely burned young Curly, you to bring @ posse swift to the nigh “Don't talk so loud, ole Chalkeye, but | end of the pass, so as the Bisley peopl my some more!" he laughed. ‘I could | can drive the robbers under your guns.’ set around to Isten to you all day.| “Good! the Marshal, belting up ‘Turn yo' wolf loose, for it's shorely |his gun, “TM be thar.” 4 yo’ time to howl.’ "It would be an awful pity,” say That dried me up cold and sufden,| Curly, behind my shoulder, ‘tf ou for I had been acting youthful, and ‘City Marshal and his posse of men g¢ ‘ime. thn me ein run, me | Hg" Tees Rg nek etl a * ghar you than me. Youre Ss Condnusd) 1 a ing how small _"Yo're thro Chalkeye? boy waa, with yd! prayers, comforted, eh? You