The evening world. Newspaper, January 29, 1906, Page 12

ena ; of gourt,. The tracks are protected by an injunction issued to restrain Published by the Press Publishing Company, No. 63 to 63 Park Row, New York, Entered at the Post-Office at New York as Second-Class Mail Matter. sescseees seceee ceveee NO. 16,232, Little Criminals and Big. Of course Capt. Van Schaick, of the burned steamer Slocum, was} criminally negligent. The jury has so decided. He knew the risks, and} it was “up to him” if he could not make things right on the Slocum—] good crew, good equipment—to throw up his berth. Yet he had to live. How many of the bigger excursion boats in the harbor could have given him a job where he would not have known that life was daily risked by the character and number of the crew and by the quality of the equip- ment? How many big steamers were there built in compartments of steel throughout, with boats and life-pre- servers in plenty, with full crews familiar with their duties and not too overworked to “stand for’ fire drill? How many? Oh, yes; Capt. Van Schaick was guilty. He knew the Slocum was a firetrap. He might have resigned and gone to peddling matches, } But was not the greater guilt that of the owners who kept the boat | in commission? And of the inspectors paid to protect life who neglected their sworn duty? Will nothing be done to punish them? Or the sellers of cork “life-preservers” that sank when they were tested afterward? Mr. Jerome's promptness in the Mann case suggests a similar question, Mann is a rather disreputable old rip, but his methods of filling his purse harmed but a very small section of the community. The insurance crew robbed millions of hard-working men, impaired the sacred funds which are to support millions of widows and orphans, They forged, they pilfered, they corrupted lawmakers, they swore to false statements, they throve by theft and laughed at larceny as a jest. And when confronted upon the witness-stand with the black record of their'deeds about half of them added to their other offenses unblushing perjury—the offense now charged against Mann. Justice in the old pictures is shown as a stately white-robed woman with her eyes bandaged so that she might know neither friend nor foe while weighing out a square deal with her scales, Does she in these days ever peep under the bandage? The State House in Albany cost $24,000,000—and is falling down. The Tweed} Court-House in City Hall Park cost $12,000,000—and is a total wreck. Both | buildings are useful, however. They serve to remind us of the dangers of boss rule and the carnival of graft out of which they grew. The city and the State have improved since these lessons in stone were carved and set up. An Abuse of the Law. | Botough President Coler, in seeking to tear up some objectionable tracks of the Brooklyn Rapid Transit Company, finds himself in contempt President Swanstrom from removing them in 1902. Thus for nearly four years the law has stood sentinel over these ob- structions to city improvement, guarding them from interference by the people, from whom the corporation derived them. In scores of other places in the greater city it has been prostituted to similar humiliating uses, It is keeping the public off its own property, shielding the traction com- paniés and securing them jin the possession of street franchises either entirely abandoned, as in the case of numerous spurs of track in down- town streets, or technically preserved, as for miles on Amsterdam avenue, by the passage of an occasional horse car, The situation is farcical and mortifying. These disused tracks cumber the streets and interfere with traffic. They should be ripped up. President Coler will deserve well of the public if he can find a means | tion. Better Drop It, Charley! By J. Campbell Cory. World’s Mome Magazine. Monday Evening, Janwary 29 Incivility-Whose Fault? To the Editor of The Evening World: ‘There has been much talk recently of the incivility of Northern men. I be Neve such incivility {s due in a large measure to the Northern woman. I think if the Northern girl would show just a wee bit of gratitude to a gentle- man who does ther a service, even though !t be a slight one, by saying two words, “Thank you!" she would receive the attention that she claims is now lacking. 1 heretofore have given up my seat in cars to ladies, but I do not now, as there is not the least apprecia- A Southerner is naturally cour- teous to his sisters, because gratitude Seema to flourish in Southern women, A Domestic Problem. To the Bittor of The Evening World: to void the injunction and tear up the unused rails. A New Detective Series By Arthur Morrison, Author of ‘‘Tales of Mean Streets.’ ® yards, and he can do even time all the 1 way! Fact! Why, he could win runnin’ i back’arde, He won his heat on Monday 2 j Martin Hewitt, a brilliant private detective, with unique methods, és} Letters from the People the hero of these adventures, re- counted by his friend Brett. The frat story of the series was “The Ce Croft Robberies." CHAPTER I. Missing! ARTIN HEWITT wes on an tm- Dortant case, and the man who alone held the one piece of in- formation wanted was a keeper, back- er or “gaffer of professional pedes- trians, and it was through the medium of his pecuniary interest in such mat- vers that Hewitt was enabled to strike @ bargain with him. The man was a publican on the out- skirts of Padfield, a northern town, © pretty. famous for its sporting taste and to Padfield, eherefore, Hewitt be nook himself, and, arrayed in a way to indicate some inclination of this own towani sport, he began to frequent the bar of the Hare and Hounds. Kentish, the landlord, was a stout, bull-necked man, of no great communicativeness at first, bit. after a little acquaintance he ed out wonderfully, quite a jolly (and rat intel companion, and came out with Innu- merable anecdotes of his sporting ad- ventures, Look" here," sid Kentish one day, ‘Mt put you on to a good thing, my “0 real good thing, Of course yo! y all about Pad: 185-yard off n st much,’ Udn't Kent 6 he lean ‘Live got final Got something “Rather! What do you think? Got| any price | liked. Been saving him y for this, Why, hb wor twenty-one! in the iandiord's own snuggery, Stex- Uke — ke —Uke—that!" The gaffer. snapped his fingers, in default of a bet- | {ter illustration, and went on. “He| might ha’ took a Mttle easier, I think; it's shoriened his price, of course, him | jumpin’ in by two yards. But you can, get decent odds now, if you go about it! right. You take my tip—beck him for | his heat next Baturday in the second round, and for the final You'll get a 00d price for the final if you pop it Gown et once. But don't go makin’ a song of it, will you now? I'm givin'! you a tip I wouldn't give anybody else,”” “Thanks, very much; {t's awfully good of you. I'l do what you advise. But fen’t there a dark horse anywhere else?" “Not dark to me, my boy, not dark to me, I know every man rannin’ ike Kk. Old Taylor—him over at the he's got a very good lad at elgh- een yards, a very good lad, indeed; and | he's a tryer this time, I know, But, uu, my lad could give him ten, 1 o taking three, and beat him | Crockett’s his name-Sammy | { Crockett, Hi ea new lad, I've} Jot young &I s looking after him— | sticks to him Like wax, Takes his litle | tr ground at the! a cinder sprint | ly ind the trees,’ ap) a lean, wire-drawn ing yout oping shoulders 1a face, and t side was a , rt, thiek-set man. had an “He—he's bolted! no matter what he dit, of pro- | torshop and surveillance of the lean | &! Senn y 2 State of agit d spluttered out: He—he's bolted; gone awuy! in't no good, Sammy, iad.” some : arr’ on saying. “you a-makin' after Hooked it! I can't Nancy Webb—she'll ha’ nowt to do with find lum, ‘The landlord stared biankly at the tradner, who stood with a sweater dang- ling from his hand anq stared blankly back. “What d’ye mean?’ Kentish eald at last. “Don't be a fool! He's in the place somewhere, Find him!" But this Steggles defied anybody to do, He had looked already, He had left Crockett at the cinder path behind th trees in his runping gear, with the ad. ut Naney : open tt Webb?” eked door. “Sam , anyway. You keep fit improving, and some il have as good a house as r mind the losses." following day (st was Thurs- Hewitt and Kentish chatted Or | aay) in a great dition of dren, Each was the parent of three, but not the same three, which appar- ently made six; but there were only four children in all. Can readers solve tnis domestic problem? Ww. T. London 4,536,540; Peking 1,500,000. To the Extor of The Evening World: What is the estimated number of in- habitants of Peking, China, and Lon- don, England? M. M. G. Classical Muste, To the Editor of The Bvening World: Miss Marguerite Maire asks for defihition of “classical music.” ‘‘Clas- sical” means all that {s good and true to art or artistic, Classical muste 1s not that which does not please us (as many think), but that which ts written by a mastef and conforms to the high- est principle of art; it ts that which we must like. Amother meaning of the A man and his wife had four chil- word 1s: That music which has stood Gone away!” iwerenat tind can he used ic ween the path and the ard against chill, "I was to give him a bust or two with the trainer explained, ‘but vother side ‘Raggy,’ ses he, ‘it's blawin' a bit chilly. I think I'll ha’ a sweater. ‘There's one on my box, ain't there?’ 60 in I comes for the sweater, and !t weren't on his box, and, when I found {t and got back—he weren't there, ‘They'd seen nowt o' him in t' house, and he weren't nowhere.” Here was Hewitt's opportuaity. He took Kentish aside and whispered. What he said startled the landlord consider- 2 # Answers to Questions j the test of time and is written in a form adopted by «Me older masters up to Weber. These masters are called “classicists," as in lternture. They who from Weber's time until to-day have disregarded the forms of the older masters are called Romanticists. DANIEL %LOOMFIELD. A Wife's Grievance. To the Editor of The Evening World: I hear Commiestoner Bingham intends suppressing gambling and closing pool- rooms. I say, “Thank Heaven! Ionly wish they could alto suppress the cruel games of cards, My husband ts away fn Brooklyn saloons nearly every even- ing: pleying cards and spending his money in those cursed saloons, forget- ting wife, home, everything, There are doubtless plenty of pool-rooms to sup- press in New York, also Brooklyn. I dare say there are many poor wives - Martin Hewitt, Investigator ably. ‘Yes, I'll tell you all about that," | ! he said, “if that'sall you want. It's no fopd or harm to me whether I tell or no, But can you find him?" “Very good,” Hewitt replied; “get to- gether the one or two papers you have and we'll go into my business in the evening. As to Crockett, don't say a word to anybody. I'm afraid {t must get out, since they all know about it in the house, but there's no use in making any unnecessary nolse. Don't make hedging bets or do anything that will attract notice. Now we'll go over to the back and look at this oimder path waiting hour after hour for the return of thelr husbands from the ginmills the same as I. LONELY SUFFERDR. Pity the Children, To the Bltor of The Evening World: In this big metropolitan city numer- ous complaints have been made by landlords against the admission of fam- | {les (in flats) who have children. Again. We read of a Judge who decides that it 1s lawful to sell or give liquor to aj child. And we read that an offical ob- Jects to the city manufacturing antl- toxine for the benefit of our children, | What else is going to happen that will be a detriment to our children? Have all the parents of chikiren and all the different children’s societies In this city lost the love and affection they formerly held for those youngsters? In olden "1900 NEW YORK THRO’ FUNNY GLASSES By I. S. Cobb. S$ it not high time that we were awaying to the opera? Here we were wasting our evenings on the mammoth Lew Dockstader minstrels, con- sisting of Mr. Dockstader in changes of costume, and already grand opera has been going on eo long that the musical critics are being per- mitted tocoverit. Anyhow, the society editors need time to explain how they came to figure in that sparkling comedy, “The Smerting Set,” which was presented last week with such success at the Centre street theatre, We remember yet how they began their stories of the opening: “The horse is king at the Gar——” Gracious us! what are we thinking about? That was the way all thd horseshow stories started. The grand opera story started like this: “The season opened last night at the Metropolitan under most auspicious circum stances. Nearly everybody in society was present. It has been long since lecal lovers of music had such a treat. The jewelry worn is estimated to have been worth $40,000,000. On the stage were quite a number of singers, but their names were not asceriained. They were sald to be mostly fore eigners, Ginneys and Polaks probably. The opera sung had a peciftfar Daga title which we did not learn. Those in the boxes were as follows.” It has now been some weeks since those words were put in type, ang several large social events have taken place since, including the Hapgood trial; but we still find the society favorites at the opem. The golden bore2:shoe presents a display of diamonds far eclipsing anything that Simp- son’s on the Bowery ever arranged for a show window. Before our very eyes is spread the wealth of all the fabled mines of Golconda and Buttq, Mon. We note the presence of many coming-out gowns, the wearers, ip many instances, being already nearly half way out. We readily revogniz¢ several of the spinal columns that are well known in the swagger set, ‘We also observe with pleasure some of the more prominent shoulder-blades of soctety. Those frozen youths at the backs of the boxes are members of firs] families. Whenever we see a youth trying to look like a second man wé know he {s a first family. If his ancestors got here any time after thé year of the Big Wind in Ireland and before Black Friday he is an Old Knickerbocker family, which counts him two more points for game thai being simply a first family. Grandpaw, we opine, came to town wearipa one of his shirts and carrying the other with him, and eventually g’ _. the family the proper financial and social steer by playing divine providence against the Statute of Limitations, But hush! it were treason to whisper | this here. | Observe that the voices of the members of the three times Four Hundred | fill the lofty auditoriun: as with a mighty roaring. Hark! at intervals one | catches snatches of music or singing. However, we downstairs ignore these | efforts to break in on our conversation. Many flights up, in the topmost galleries, we discover the great com- mon people. But why should we consider them? They only came for the music, THE FUNNY PART: There are stil] some who go to grand opera for the music. +-2-—___—_— Wettest Place in the World. HE wettest place in the world, according to the Russian Meteorological I Magazine, {s Cherrapunji, in Assam. Its average rainfall for the last tex years has been nearly thirty-seven feet. Next to this comes the environt of Bombay, with some twenty-one feet annually, though the single station of Debunduscha, in Kamerun, has had for several years an average of thirty-fout feet, chiefly in summer, The ettest recorded year in Cherrapunji was fortyy eight feet in 1851, and in Debunduscha forty-six feet in 1992. In this place there fell in the one day of June 16, 1 hteen inches of rain. Another Lost River. DISCOVERY of romantic Iterary interest has been made by A. T. At A well in British East Africa. While engaged in the survey of Lake Nat vasha he found the hitherto unknown outlets of this fresh-water lak into a large subterranean river. Readers of Rider Haggard's story, “All Quatermain,” will at once recognize the locality. Naivasha 1s said to be thé lake therein described. ‘Allan Quatermain’” was published sixteen years times children were not so despicable in the eyes of the people. G. 'T. P, Mp i, of yours.” When Hewitt and Kentish arrived at the path behind the trees Hewitt at once began examining the ground. One or two rather large holes in the cinders were made, as. the publican by Crockett, in practising getting off ‘fis mark, Behind these were several and Mr. Haggard then offered in romance the solution of the lake outlet, ‘teh, Ls is now substantiated by fact. The Stolen Athlete “However,” Hewitt resumed, “I thin I'll take a little walk now and think over it. You go into the house and fresh tracks of spiked shoes. The npacks led up to within a couple of yards of the high fence bounding the ground, and there stopped abruptly and entirely, In the fence, a little to the right of where the tracks stopped, there | was a stout door, This Hewitt tried, and found ajar, “That's always kept bolted,” Kentish said. ‘He's gone out thax way—he couldn't have gone any other without comin’ through the house.” “But he isn't @ the habit of making a step chree yards long, is he?” Hewitt asked, pointing at the last footmark and then at the door, which was quite that distance away from #. Besides,” he added, opening the door, ‘there's no footprint here nor outside.” The door opened on @ lane, with another fence and a thick plantation of trees at the other elde, Kentish looked at the footrariss, then at the door, then @own the lane, and. finally, back toward the house, ‘That's a licker!” he said. “This is a quiet sort of lane" was Hewitt's next remark. ‘No house in sight, Where does it lead?" “That way it goes to the old kilns— disused. This way down to a turning off. the Padfield and Catton road. Hewitt returned to the cinder path again, and once more examined the footmarks. He traced them back over the grass toward the house, “Cettain- ly,” he said, ‘he hasn't gone back to the house, Here Is the double line of | tracks, side by side, from the house— Btoggles's ordinary boots with iron tips and Crockett’s running pumps; thus they came out. Here is Stemgles’s track fn the opposite direction alone, made when he went back for the sweater. Crockett remained; you see various prints in those loone cinders at the end of the path where he moved this way, and that, and then two or three paces toward the fence—not directly toward the door, you notloce—and there they |"! stop dead, and there are no more, either tack or forward. Now, {f he had wives I should be tempted to the opinion that he flew straight away in the air from that spot—unless the earth swal- lowed him and closed again without leaving a wefakle on its face." Kentish stared gloomily atthe tracks and-eaid nothing, ———.— show yourself at the bar. If anybody wants to know how Crockett s, he'd pretty well, thank you. By the by, can I get to the Cop—this place of Taylor's by this back jane?” “Yes, down to the end leading to the Catton road, turn to the left end thea first on the right. Any one'll show you the Cop," and Kentiah shut the door hind the detective, who straight walked—toward the old kilns. In a little more than an hour he wad back. It was now becoming dusk, and the, landlord looked out papers from @ box near the side window of anugy gery, for the make of the “I've got these papers togeth: ou,’ he ald, as Hewitt entered. “ news?" “Nothing very great. Here's a bit of handwriting I want you to recognize, if you can. Get a light.” Kentish iM a lamp, and Hewitt latd upon the table half a dozen emall pleces of torn paper, evidently fragments trom @ letter which had been torn up. The fragments were: “mmy," “throw them oy,’ her,” “ane” and ‘poor “They were lying in the lane at the back, @ Mttle way down. Plainly they are pieces of 9 note addressed to some one called Sammy or something |Yery like it, See the first pleca, with its" ‘mmy'?” That je clearly from “the beginning of the note, because there is no line between {t and the smooths straight edge the paper above; also, nothing followa on the same line, Some one writes to Crockett—pregum= ing it to be a letter addressed to himg as I do for other reasons—as Sammy. It {s a pity that there is no more of! the letter to be found than these pieces the person who tore it up put in his pocket and dropped accldent."? ‘ pie I expect jthe rent and done us; the gutter, r, it we sl ia merition anythi iS) one—not even } help and he, might burt Ri out