The evening world. Newspaper, December 27, 1905, Page 10

by the Press Publishing Company, No, 63 to 6 Park Row, Now Tork Entered at the Post-Omice at New York as Second-Class Mall Matter. VOLUME AG sesscscrecssereceessersevers senses NO, 16,198, $$$ — Aika Killing Competition. What Belmont and Ryan have been up to is the process described by our esteemed contemporary, The Morning World, as “killing compe- tition and ‘capitalizing’ the corpse.” This “corpse” is capitalized for $500 for every family of five per- sons in New York, That is the “water” in the stocks. That is the amount upon which each family pays interest when it pays fares, be- sides a fair profit on the money in- mam vested, That is the amount politi. ans have presented to Belmont, Ryan and their predatory predecessors. The people who use street cars will soon be even more crowded. The @igantic new octopus, having surface lines on Third and Lexington ave- tues, and an elevated line on the former, will not hurry about bidding for ® third or Lexington avenue subway, Having two “L” lines on the west side, it will not perspire from haste in digging under Seventh avenue, But Ryan and Belmont may have gone too far for their own pocket (wood. Will the people stand high fares and poor service always? Sausages and Pretty Faces. A firm of Pittsburg butchers having made use of a pretty actress's Features to advertise a brand of sausage, a tempest in a teapot has arisen. he actress has married into the Pit:sburg aristocracy and her family Objects to the profanation of her countenance. Yet such a tribute to a woman's beauty might lead her to overlook fhe irregularity of the act. Would La Bella Simonetta have complained if Florentine salami makers had adorned a label with her features? N oubt the Argive Helen would have viewed indulgently her portrait on jar of Hymettan honey, The face that launched a thousand ships did Mot scorn meaner compliments, It used to please one of the most celebrated beauties of France when fhe Paris street gamins turned to look a* her. Others of a later day have Dot disdained the tribute of a cigar label. The Blame for Auto Accidents. Mr. W, G. Brokaw, a prominent owner of automobiles, urges that all Chauffeurs be required to pass examination as to their fitness to drive high-power machines. He recommends that their eyesight be tested, as Sn the case of tocomotive engineers, and that sound physical condition be made one of the requirements, Then, when accidents occur, hold the chauffeur responsible, says Mr. Brokaw, That is ul very well, It is the way in France. But what of the responsibility of the owner when he is a passenger fn the death-dealing car? Doe: the ch uffeur pound along at sixty miles an hour in violation of his employer's order? Does he “take chances’ of his own volition? When the car which crushed a man in Jerome fvenue Christmas night raced on without pausing was there no one in the party with authority to restrain him? Some of the detective energy | Which goes into a murder shold be directed to the discovery of the Quilty parties in this accident, | Let us by all .aeans have the chauffeur who commits manslaughter | held to strict account, but not as a scapegoat for the employer, His com. Plicity in the crime makes him equally responsible, ' ’ ‘ Ne fo] as ty 9 “By (Copyright, 1905. by Tttle, Brown & Cod) Why do I say all this? Ww from | @rNoPsis oF PREcHDING cHaprmrs.|* frst, T saw that Curly stor dor baishannon vuy Was undersized and weak, with a na row chest and wide r Arigvni. living there With fi | fe syn din, Hae wine ips more like a Gevi. d loader of & nes girl than a boy, A right proper man ia ont i, “Ona Davies ( strong, rough, hardy; he ought to hav Bee oe ae eee eek Oretinae| @ temper and be master, ready to work athannoit ot joare of patting |aind fight for his women folk. That i: ambit Ms ttecune, | Curly bske down and 4 like ‘| h | dred soft Ways was not a prop BK im \X There were oftentimes when I 1 x fiaishannoa to turn in and lam his head, Then I kev into his fice, didn't, but somehow knew that Natu are fan hannon and Ryan had played #ome scurvy trick on that he Bheritt's posse. purnden und captures | Well, Jim was younger than me, £0 the. two, ess for him. He was ‘They fight ther way free and ride for t lexican ‘border, the posse at thelr heel’, Fough on Curly le and co chuck thelr purw ous whe the er act re, | They croas th i . ia) He ov AM} ™ Bh trust for Qn4 Noy away fi CHAPTER XVIII, The Real Curly. in pris i } i LF ‘ d 1g that I ao wiita hick disse my tail | a from Bisley to tix Mt of points alrout ¢ iF a . towards midnight, | Which mado him unusual, different f A whar dropped d through the other bors, Remember how he bulkel ¥ rer e Wall, and Jim began @nd shied at Holy Cross un'i) we al a ir He Jowed him to t up fo a den of his dug k 1 Aad Own. We was sure wild and scary of | W 1 i arly railrcads, towns or a strange house. sing o he Bxcopt with his own folks, the 1 y Shah 1 te 1 e@hannon nd me he was dumb j W ‘ asa deus st wild fit | ‘ ee of driven when stran epoke t im T bed themselves down Mieavest horses went t at a word | for from him; no dog ey arked at him ¥ @xcept with tail i ‘ ts followed him around, and any animal A ie fwho was hurt ‘ run Beha fo Curly for help n the deer knew | ls Bits calls and would come quite near mre oom i ie while he spoke ty ther thar low, | Phe pouteohon i Me wott voice of fils, That voice never| *4f,0! id . broke ruff with manhood, but just p fo a | Pe etaved sweet. like the round of running | noo t bite you hean, qwater. | wall With be beet’ bers ' He bad a strong face, stern as our) " ny eenert country, tanned, beautiful no) Wien morning broke Mae Meeend, #0 tat one caught one's breat hgimew hye ths ihe ipod hay on Mt the Very sight of Wim. Hie smille| iy anu jay : Poeetee Meurmed mo week; bis voice went| sone sloop, At ae we Browgh Me, nd I'm a sure hard case. | yom iiisley found Curly wtlll wine aE meverybody just had to love that Curly] jigit-teaded, talking nonsense. tie ie born rider, a wonderful scout, al parent avid he way a hear, go th he hot, a dangerous fighter, who Bae seep medicine and hot ty f pain like an Indian, and had heaps) side him. At noon he fed the boys their #ense and courage ihaa Jim, his} dinner and went away, out they didn't {teen hentia nmereed mate wake again unl) suppe: time, when tlw SOSA A Russian Holiday. By J. Campbell Cory. Letters from the People @ - Answers to Questions mo ples Stockholder ys. investor. To the Piitor of The Fyening World What is the matter with the savings banks this trip? Most of them only paying 31-2 per cent. interest, one or two paying 4 per cent. I read that some banks and trust companies are paying fy high as 1h per cent (to the stovk- To A suay wvening aa f STO Bet aww dale » weCemuer ein bdue ney is demonding, Bank clerks | deserve courtesy inwivad of asking for | ise explain, if the officers won’ = | ie rade istle for a raise insiend ° | EMIGRANT DEPOSITOR. | Voprifk for, it hell get both before #0) Sane Advice to Workers, : 2X-OF FICE ROY the Editor of The Lvening Worlds _ Te Resolution-Smashers, n office boy revently wrote to YOU! To the Rultor of The Evening Worl he didn't get courtesy and where he worked, As plaining k promotion Lat me nut in a timely word against he “resolytion habit. At New Year's holders), Surely we extreme econo | long as a fellow spends his time hunt-| a multitude of peoy iM #wear out a mists and savers should get a little 0] Ing for people to t him gently and] set of resolutions, most of which they the ‘divy” the bankers have been g geomes suiky because he doesn't get| will fracture before the year is out ting, on account of the activity of the Ja rats he won't go terribly far op the | people who can't keep resgiutions lose money market and the high rate ready | success ladder. If he'll be content to! self-respect by making them, for they } Re hie o 4 Vb las, frijoles, oft me _ a | “Ki tt.” sayn ¢ : 1 “Have You Gone Mad?” Jonly © bear holed up for winter, W | dont eat in winter ar hum k, and lick of cups, for| the matter now?! | "Bours have thelr coffee,” save Jim. [Wome Holy Crosy riders were there | “You're going thriugh that hole to tind | ‘Oh, yes, of course,” and Curly fed |Wwith a jar of cactus spirit, a deck of] yo' iherty, but I stay here.” tee to the winter hear, That cleared |cards, and o her inducements sent in| “Stay and be hangid to you." b avian a TTR ue ea aking iy |by « tain Mecalmont, Jim heard} "1 got to, How should I be with this ow frijotes, the same being {tem tsking war because they'd never) wound out there on the range?” sth nd tortilies, w oerrit been paid <@ at Holy Croas, and | aay © tu that, youngster, It's only ake, pritiy much the same six months’ wages coming, They al- way to La Soledad, and Ill got brown fly-pap warm and damp, but |!owed that el Chico, thelr young patror rough, It may hurt, but {t's not jeort of uninteresting to take, “The [Ought to hang, and the guards agree s boing. tur Hs me hited L ° Fern eet a Py Mi at ae & probable, sealaly ; 1 vayn't travel We're due to be Hata tiaee’ HMA PAG Ree te tanta ba collected] oaugnt and killed, You go alone, Jim." Ld y ¥ by fhe United States authoritics fer “We go together and live. or we stay the proper feed for Mexicans, the same) erat, dim jooked at his partner for be us ; ven seer Ib pimple, uningtructed people, | Cia, dim Lie arene i together and die, Take your cholee, BS Hotter, When, they. tensy (Comfort, bus saw big tears rolling down | |they make a stew of red pepper, an ® face "Oh, T cayn't bear ft-you don't un- ake a iiltie meat with It; but that "You ought to be ashamed of that,’’| dorstand!+ jdigh is @ luxury, and hot enough to | saya he. “T understand you're a little eowaad' Jburn w hole through | “Tt cayn't de helped.’ Curly swept] ‘That's no dream.’ When Jim had eate erything {nj his arm across his face, “You, Jim, we| “you own to being a coward?” sight he siarted cigarettes, lstening to) got to part to-night. "Yes, All these years I've tried to @ banjo in the guardroom, a srowing| ‘You wild ass of the desert! What's play the game, to be @ boy, to live a have the « and i who av ‘esol! jutions for such pe smash bad ha’ formal pledge. trong enough 8 without making So, fellow-readers, \Wp your list of resolutions and let every Jay be New Year's Day, 80 far as the Intent to do your best {s concerned. P. “1004, Raltor of The Rvening World: 2 had we our last leap year? Gus | boy's fe, but now—I'd rather die, get it finished." pectres of @ broken promise | & weag will to haunt them. Peo- to keep t need to make them, are strong enough to Do You Swear? Then You May Be “Word Blind” swear js vulgar as well as Wicked. Yet, from a psychologica! point of view, the man who swears is q.Wte likely to demonstrate only his emotional Jack of self-control when he do.¥8 80. Unreason romains when reason hag \been dethroned, Profanity may remata yAfter intellectual and polite speech hag been destroyed. This swearing often ts |@ reflex, like a cry of pain, and takes its Ympulse from a lower centre than in- tellectual, purposive, and conscious speech ‘Thus profanity may remain whea the higher centres of intellectual polite spee.¥h have been destroyed, Swearing aa it may reveal Itself in this fo,WM of aphasia at once suggests the most Intimate physiology and psychology in Witimate relation, Perhaps some accident or some lesion in the brain of the man wddicted to profanity makes this man dumb. ‘The motor of speoch contre ts disuled. He oan hear and under- stand, but he cannot speak. This destruction of ech power ts termed aphasia. And only for this defect in speech power his monta’ and physical operations are | normal, It 4s In this condition that the man who swears a\dibly and distinctly whem he cannot speak his own name becomes an intorestiayt study, Ordinarily in the case of aphasia of the kind, swearing is under the stress of the emotions. The oath ts exaotly at improper place, The countenance bears out its Intentional emphasis, says Ellis Lyle tn the Chicago ‘Tribune. The man may recognize ex- actly what he has waid, And yet in all Propability he could not utter “dog’' or “eat” to save his fe. The thing that alls such a man the ae- companying dia- grim of the left lobe of the brain will show. In that shaded portion of the brain designated “A” are recetved all the impressions that come to the brain from speech and other sounds, From the ear to this cen- tre come the words from the adult world to the hearing of the child that man stores his memories of hoard words. < In the shaded portion “3” les the motor centre controlling the tongue In | vocal spetch. It Is the memory centre for the spoken word.’ In the case of the aphasic who found his oath at last this speech centre virtually had been destroyed In the shaded portion "D" In the accompanying brain diagram lies the motor centre which permits the writing of words from the word momories stored In the visual memory centre “C." When a person's memory centre for seen words, "C,' is affected, he becomes “word Uind."” He still sees perfectly, but he does not know the meaning of the simplest word. As showing the comparative Importance of the ear and eye, tt long has been ed that the blind person with an enr makes much more rap!d progress | than does the deaf mute who has his eyes, Man's first sense Impressions come through the ear, and without the associated motor and sensory centres cons nected therewith he is handicapped indeed. | —_——_++ A City’s Wasted Heat, 11. the millions of tons of coal consumed have thetr heat diselpated in the atmosphere. All the heat from steam and hot water, stoves and furnaces. in town eventually finds {ts way through walls, windows and roofs into the outer alr For every atom of warm alr which thus escapes another atom must be heated, if we are to be kept froin freezing in this cold and mmeclement weather, says Wallace Rice tn the Chicago Journal, Much of the heat escapes from buildings in this way through necessity, fol- lowing the demands for suitable ventilation, But that ts not true of the groat jets of steam which our glance over the city has shown us are puffing from nearly every big building In town, Since steam {s water plus heat. since ft van be confined in pipes and directed hither and thither, (t follows that every par- tlele of steam which [= allowed to run directly into the open air in cold weather {fa not only an economic waste but @ needless one. Some genius should be able to take the steam out of any city's upper landscape and put ft to work, utilizing It for the public benelit. + be | thelr heads; the falr-haired smay even have to dress seventy miles of | thrends of gold every morning Fifty Miles of Hair, in | Tt Is there obser any tear IW women are aware that they carry some forty or fifty miles of hafr on WONDERFULLY SPIRITED AND INTERESTING. A LIVING ROMANCE OF WILD NATIVES AND WIDE DISTANCES eS: A Tale of the Arizona Desert <j» 8 By Roger Pocock Why, I've feen you ride—the first|eried and went away. A: y horseman in Arizona, scout, cowboy, | Jim crawled out through ie all att desverado, wanted for robbery and | his crowbar, lay for tthe sentry, jumped murder—you a girl!" “Have nity! Don't! Don't talk Iike that—I'm not so bad as you think-1 never robbed—I never"—- “You killed men to save my life. Oh, Curly, I'm so sorry, 1 talked like that— | take it all back, I must have been up behind, clubbed him and got the rifle, ,Then he dragged Mr. Sentry ‘nto thhe cell, wrapped dim jn Curly's blanket, and made up a dummy to look Ike himself in case the sergeant ug ine guard should remember to call again loco to call you a coward—I wish I'd “Curly,"* he shook his partner out of halt your courage! I never knew a|sleep. “Curly, the springtime Is come woman could be brave; my mother! ing—It's time for Httle bears to come ; wasn't, and all the girls I've known— hole.” they weren't like you. Oh, the things | awn all foolish,” you've seen me do, the things I've! “callin' me a bear, sald—treating you no better than @/T am, boy. Can vou ever forgive the way 1) bear,” treated you?" a . my |. Om iNetie hand stole out and touched | Pe ay bear,” says Jim, mighty fays Curly, I done forget who but I'm too sure sick to be w bt “Stop—talk no more. F 11 ya | bolet” t you I'm first througy this vaquero was singing for al one: | worth in the ‘guardroom to the The guardroom had gone quiet, the itar, while hands clapped | ™Men there being just sober enough not to fall off the floor, but the sergeam was droning with the guitar, sobbing out the tall end of the old Lolita song—= “Tonite the range for th: dear rahe To,mIn thee old, sai iy rita, j strum of out the tim “E could not be ao well content, Bo sure of thee, Senoriia, Tall | tat 5 But well 1 know thou must relent Lalita, ne to me, : ‘ t And come 01 19 atoms ihe ef insets cow-owea Wt aoe Carly was first oy oe at through the hole ’ Iream bears, “The wind's in the west,” she said, loo! i ae ar looking at the Mg e. “Crawl up the wind,” Jt \mpered. “We want our horses; where Ire they? Curly sat up snifline at the wind, [then Pointed. "The hawee moetis ther," she said, but there's ‘ sokiiers too—many poldiorns Baia: Jim trailed over cat-foot | and” looked: in’ through ts feos eee Jim set to work to finish bis hole In the wall, prying out the ‘dobe bricks with this crowbar, and he aire wrought) furious, ning ‘his etrokes to the clap-| the ping hands, gultar, and the swing- ng chorus “The caballeros throng to mee ‘Thy Jaughing face, | Senorita, Lalita; But well 1 know thy heart's for me, chasing d y the door, A Thy charm, thy grace, lantern hung in the and and Loiltal the Frontler Guarde’ round at Me and age on the hay gambling carnest. ‘I ride the range for thy dear wen! off to a Alstance, To earn thee gold, “why? Senorita, & few shots to draw ‘th “y've been off my hald last night and Tales bearching, he ‘reckoned. there salah’ te ll to-day. This pain has stampeded And steal the gringo’s cows to make timc to sneak round and steal a horse ' ' night the A ranch to holt ‘before they began to atray back. me, and I'm goin’ erasy. To-nis" Lolita!” than Rhees’ wae dy all dethiens sabe pain s worse, I'll be making fe ee The cactus liquor was Rotting in Ita fever, and pA aS fomall welt, call vi ‘ay, and you'll find me] work, the guardroom crowded up al Fo that every giving myself away, and you would hold of soldiers, vaqueros, cus- og in the place out, It's better to own up than to be started to hark. ‘he wolf calle had 4, toms men, travellers; then thera Was | be stopped, found ou danoing, singing, gambling, squabbling, | whi-!, would ke ” "he Wee He “To own upswhat?” ali the row which bel: to a general! gond and silent. ‘That ls Just Be 4 “Oh, don't be hard on me Jim! T]} drunk, Curly waa fretted up to high | tock a handful of dust which be a trot so hard! T waa bor for a boy, 1 | fever, riding herd one bunch of dream |was ant 1 ds cows, ani ” had to be a boy. Don't you see, #irl® | Seeongih on the dove brioks. At 3 in| ere ct ene,, Caetye ft my pera was plumb impossible in ® gang of rob- | the morning the Bron ue " fe eaee still hunt the buftalo; "we mun’ to i to make war talk, wanting to turn the fearfully quiet, or . be bers!” priaoners loose, with & prio for the | saiton thelr talte, tt ret kill with @ gun, vaqueros pro- poli Peal , On that th pored to rescue thelr young patrone and wipe out Frontier uard There was considerable with alte and guo, yey grarie ed tho vaqueros, on their aera, raed thet Into Nd, 2 coll jsoners of war, vaque: were just moaning for blood, Guards turned loose to celebrate their vietory with more drinks, and walle the now was enough to drown artillery, Jiov’s crowbar deoye @ brick, which fell outside the wall, Now he bad only t. pry ‘dobes lvo#e one by one until the hole was big enough to let the pris- oners, Sometimes he had to quit and hold his breath while the sentry came reeling past @ his beat. Once he had t because a ‘ar “Have you gone mad?” “Oh, you vayn’t understand, and It's so hard to say.” Curly lay face down- ward, biding a shamed face. “My mother must have made a mistake~I wasn't bawn for a boy.” “Good gracious!" “7 had to be raised for a boy—tt had to be done. What ee was possible at the Rebbors’ Roost?" “And you're oat a boy!" “God help me, I'm only a girl.” “You a girl?” “On, don't be hard on me—it aln't my fault! 1 tried so hard to be A man—but I'm oragy with pain—and I wisht | was dad “But I can't belleve-it can't be true, grehie | Sim, Kissed buss | “But the buffalo's tinct Come on, and pew "I'm gort of tired,” says Ci out loud, and dh want cola wich tridie He could hear the soldiers squabbling over thelr gime not Mty fect away, oY ‘i ten ie, eon’ pial Fomabod: y’ rambling © m the guard. A soldier ataggered drunk pt forte 3 him and rolled’ in at the stable door, ‘Come on, olf chap,” Jim whispered; ir Worse, so plimb and” Gell travel.) Pm? on My back, che Utth tosh gd’ arered away ime te an sert, He one in no wator, ay Whe. Be ines A rave Se Peau war D0 Mir seo ‘his trav! of (To Be Continued.) peters