The evening world. Newspaper, February 9, 1906, Page 14

Wodnened vy the Press Publishing Company, No. 63 to 63 Park Row, Now York Entered at the Post-Cfice at New York as Second-Class Mail Matter. _ | Bist abalone BEGLUME GOis,.c0.c000. cseccenceveee ~ NO. 16,243. Who’s Afraid? The move to investigate the State State Senate. Who is halting it? The fear of a panic is a reiterated reason for suppressing the inquiry. This same fear was expressed when the insurance investigation was pending. We were to have a panic such as the world never saw before. None came. The rogues were merely found out. None of them has-yet received his due. We believe the delay is owing to sundoubted knowledge on the part of the Senate leaders that an exposure Will result beside which the insurance disclosures will seem small. We believe it is known where the rascality lies and who will suffer, and that the people involved are so close to the powers in control that nothing will be done if it can be prevented. . _ We believe that newly proposed banks have been “held up” until their promoters have given up to the right people. We believe the building and loan association end of the game reeks with‘rascality that was known to Supt. Kilburn, and we believe trust _ company transactions have been condoned that should put a lot of men in the penitentiary. Gov. Higgins was forced into permitting the insurance investigation. "He should be forced again to do the right and honest thing if he is capable ‘of doing it. i _, Open the doors! Take off the lid! Who's afraid? “Harmonious Co-operation.” ‘When the traction merger was consummated it was alleged in its be- half that through the “harmonious co-operation of conflicting irtterests” an immediate improvement of transit facilities would ensue. The Metropolitan would no longer block the Interborough projects of expansion nor the Interborough hold up the Metropolitan. The public was ‘to benefit greatly by the sheathing of knives, ‘Just where the benefit has so far come in is not clear. There is cer- fainly no evidence of it in the combination of the merger interests with the Pennsylvania to fight the plan of the Rapid Transit Commission for a ‘Whirty-fourth street subway from Manhattan to Long Island City. Here is “harmonious co-operation” with a vengeance! The reasons for the opposition are clear. The proposed subway would arallel the Pennsylvania’s East River tunnel and the Belmont tunnel at orty-second street. In addition to adding a useful interborough connect- hg route, which Queens County greatly needs, it would serve as a per- = manent check on high charges. Would it also serye as an entering wedge for three-cent fares? Is that one of the particular reasons why the Bel- “Mont-Ryan interests have joined forces with the Pennsyivtpia'to defeat it? The Rockaway Park. ‘The city can now acquire at a reasonable cost a large tract of land on Rockaway Beach fronting both the bay and the sea. It will be wise to buy the tract for a park. It is a long way to Rockaway now, but the Projected new boulevard from the Glenmore road will bring it within the limits of a bicycle ride Hut little longer than that to Coney Island. And there will be toom, which there is not at Coney Island on public land, for bath-houses, shelters, re- freshment stands, amusements and athletic fields under city control and as "free from objectionable features as Central Park. E Every year that passes with the question of a seaside park of adequate ~ Size still in the air increases the burden which must eventually be laid on taxpayers for this necessary addition to the city’s park system. It should Banking Department halts in the “Bag = To ale NEW YORK Letters from the People halt of the horses. The second , one-third, and the third son to have one- pied and ota ili ride gen-|Dinth of the horses. But the horses tence passed on Capt. Van Shaick. I| Were not to be sold and the muney d!- do not know the Captain personally, but | Vided, and they were not to be cut up or have followed his case closely, and must |any left out, but they must be divided say I cannot see how a judge and jury |whole, and if the sons could not divide could have arrived at such a verdict. I|them they were told in the will to call sincerely hope that something will be|the next door neighbor and he would Justice and Merey. done whereby this man, who did his| divide the horses for them. How did ‘best in a most trying ordeal, will not |e do it? JOHN FELCIN. have to suffer a one. I am Europe's Crippled Bulldog. To the Editor of The Evening World: ‘The contemplation of certain polttical To the Editor of The Evening World: situatioos affords some interest if not ‘Can any reader give me an answer to| amusement. The bulldog of Burope of justice tempere H. FITZPATRICK. A Queer Bequest. lovr of justice. but by mercy. E. hhave been decided long ago, when land was cheap. It must be decided without further delay if a site is to be acquired at a fair figure. THE NEW « wx w DETECTIOE Martin Newitt, a brilliant pri- vate detective’ with unique meth- ods, is ihe hero of these ad- ventures, recounted by his friend Brett. are ye?’ sez he. ‘Mick Leamy, sor,’ sez I, ‘from Misther W. wid the sparks,’ ‘Oh!’ sez he, ‘thin come in. wint in. ‘They've in here, are they? he, in’ the bag. “They are, sor,’ sez I, Misther W. sez I'm to have me reg’- beriet ‘You shall,’ sez he. ‘What shall ve y, now: vee sf | SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTER. sor ‘Ont pooled taiketned Hera ‘Bir. Valentine Cutator ouse ts rifled aud e ¥ fag Qultin. fewels. kre, stlene gust | and: five quid—onderstand that?" ter the robbery a m jon-| “This was all on Wednesday, 1 under- Boned rain niree Micheal jam, ‘an Fah | grand,” cutd Howat ene ey ign Goecer's lawyer. Tollam happened on Thursday—the poisoning, \ gta ta or drugging, you know?” “Well, sor, 1 was walking out, an’ tawurd the evenin’ I lost mesilf. Up comes a@ man, seemin'ly a omhranger, and shmecks m on th showidher, ‘Why, Mick!’ sez he; ‘H's Mick Leamy, 1 du D'Heve “I am that,’ eez I, ‘but you I do not know.’ “ ‘Not know me? sew he. ‘Why, I wint CHAPTER Il. The Missing Ruby. EWITT turned to his directory, H “Gold street is the plnce, prob- ably." he sald, ‘and ft seems to be a street chiefly of private houses, ‘You woul be able to point out the house if you were taken there, I eup- pose?’ to school wid ye.’ An’ wid that he hauls “I should that, sor; indade, I was |me off to a bar, blarneyin’ and minow- thinkin’ ay goin’ there an’ tellin’|dherin’. en’ orders dhrinks. Misther Hollams all my throubles, him havin’ been so kind.” “Now, tell me exactly what instruc- tions the man in the train gave you, and what happened.” “He sez: ‘You ask for Misther Hol- fams, ap’ see nobody else, Tell him aes brought the sparks from Misther T fancied I could see a sudden twinkle fn Hewitt's eye, but he made no other wign, and the Irishman proceeded, ‘Sparks?’ sez I. ‘Yes, sparks,’ ez he. ‘Misther Hollams will know; ‘tis eur jokin’ word for ‘em; sometimes Papers is sparks when they set a law- Sult ablaze’ and he laffed. ‘But be gure ye say the sparks from Misther s z again, ‘bekase then he'l! “'Can ye rache me a polpe loight?" sez he, an’ I turned to Bet it, but, look- in’ back suddent, there was that on- blushin’ thief av the warl’ tippin’ a papertul of powdher svuff into me glass,’ “What did you do?” Hewitt asked. “I Knocked the dhirty face av him, sor, an’ can ve blame me? A mane scutt, thryin’ for to polson a well- manin’ esthranger. I knocked the face ay him, an’ got away home.” “Now, the next misfortune? “Huith, that was av @ sont Ikely to turn out the last of all mistortunes, I wint that day to the Crystal Palace, bein’ disposed for a little ahport, seein’ as I was new to London. Comin’ home at night, there was a juce of a crowd on the suation plitform, consekins ota late thrain. Sthandin’ inuine ‘ , hs by the edge av| aay anaes i Ree the platform, at the fore end, just asl fo have your reg’lars, if y EDs the thrain came in, some onvisible mur-| dherer gives mea stupenjus drive In the back, and over I wint on the line, mid- betwixt the rails, The engine came up an’ wint half over me widout givin’ me @ scratch, bekase av my centraleous situation, an’ then the porther men pulled me out, nigh sick wid fright, sor, @8 ve may guess. A jintleman in and helthe crowd eings out, ‘I'm a medical ’ they tuk me in the waitin’ n’ he investigated me, havin’ everybody else out ay yen mind that? sex I, ‘that I'm to have my ‘lara,’ ie sor, I tuk the bag an’ wint at of tha station, tuk the cad, an’ did he towld me. I waited the foive | man! ell he 414.” | room, # % ‘Who| turned he Stee ye bl So etait etn ts alight . the following problem: “A man died| having been badly ortppled, the rest of leaving seventeen horses to his three|the canines are emerging from their sons. The first was to have one- konmels and begin to growl at one an- Martin Hewitt, Investigator. ‘There wuz no bones bruk, glory be! and the docthorman he was teilin’ after feelin’ me over, when I hand tn me waistcoat pockut. “What did they do to you on Satur- day? “Saturday, sor, they gave me a whole holiday, and I began to think less of things; but on Saturday night. In a dark place, two blayguards tuk me throat from behind, nigh choked me, flung me down, an’ wint through all me pockuts in about a quarter av a minut.” “Aud they took nothing, you say?” “Nothing, spr. But thts mornin’ 1 got my worst dose. I was trapsing along distreshful an’ moighty @ore, in A street just away off the Strand here, when I obsarved the docthor man that was at the Palace station aesmilin’ and in’ at me from a don ““‘How are ye, now? pez he. ‘Well,’ sez I, ‘I'm moighty gore an’ sad bruised,’ sez I. ‘Is that so? sez he. ‘Shtep In here,’ So I shtepped in, an’ before I could wink there dhropped a. crack on the back ay mie head that sent me off as unknowledgible as a corrpse. I knew no more for 2 while, ‘or, whether half an hour or an hour, an’ thin I got up in @ room av the place marked ‘To Let. house fi av offices, by the same token, ied oe oe me s, felt his | sabi ak ssl? he had “ih ged?” By J. Campbell Cory. Answers to Questions Other. Just now they are snarling over the bare bones of Morocco. And there 1s Venezuela's foxy fox; no sooner do the European wer dogs show their fangs and the Yankee bird his feathers than the fox slips into the interior of hia cave unmolested. Coercion? What's the use? Does he pay? F. DECKMAN. ‘The Business Girl Again. To the Editor of The Evening World: “Business Girl" states tha: she does @ man's work at the offie and helps her mother do the housework. also mends her own clothes. she deserves fort: great credit for 60 doing and is doubt-| If a young man is walking with two leas one in a thousand. But she is en- | !adtee should he walk in the centre or on tirely wrong when she applies the word the side nearest the ourb? C. Z. J. G. “lazy” to man, for man 1s the power and the progress of the whole universe. Without man naught would ever be accomplished. She applics the word “drudgery” to thousehold duties. No ‘Woman shou think it so. The one aim of a wife should be to make home as comfortable and neat as posstble for the man who keeps the house zoing. E. REIN. April 12, To the Billtor of The Evening World: On what date did Easter Sunday fall in 18687 M. G@. On Side Nearest the Curb, To the Editor of The Evening We His Fifth Case s #s THE QUINTON ih i hig an i pn “That's our man!” on me head—nee ut, sor?—an' the whole “warl’ was shpinnin’ roun’ ram. pageous. The thin out av me poc- kuts were lyin’ on the flure by me—all barrin’ the key av me room. 60 that the demons had been through me pos- seshing again, bad luck to 'em!"" “You are quite sure, are you, that everything was there except the key?” Hewitt asked, ‘Certin, sor, Well, I got along to me mom, sick an’ sorry enough, an’ dow some whether I might get in wid no key, But there was the key in the open door, an’, by this an’ that, all the shtuff in the room—cheatr, table, bed an’ all—was shtandin’ on their heads twistv-ways, an’ the bedclothes an’ everythin’ else; such a disgraceful stramagh av conglonJerated thruck as ye niver dhreamt av. The chist av drawers was lyin' on. uts face, wid all the @hrawers out an’ emptied on the Sure, “True, Now, as to this Mr. W. him- self.” Hewitt had been rummaging for some few minutes in @ portfolio, and finally produced a photograph and held {t before the InNshman's eye. ‘Is that ke him?” he asked. “Shure {t's the man tmeelf! Is he « friend av yours, sor?” “No, he's not exactly a friend of mine.” Hewitt answered, with a enim chuckle. "I fancy he's one of that very respectable family you heatd about at Mr. Hollame'’s, Come along with me now to Chelsea, and see If you can point out that house in Goh! street. 1'N send for a cab.” He mate for the outer offices, and I went with him. “What 1s all this, Hewitt?” 1 askea, “A gang of thieves with stolen prop- erty? ‘here was ® sore bed lump bb JEWELS The Evening World's Home Magazine, Friday Evening, February 9, 1900. 1 NEW YORK THRO’ FUNNY GLASSES. By Irvin 8. Cobb. NCE there was a man who came to New York from a town which you cannot see from the car window if there happens to be a string of freights on the siding on the other side of the daypo. It ie one of those average inland county seats—not big enougli yet to go in debt sup |” porting a Carnegie Library, but sufficiently large to have a case of appen- dicitis in its midst occasionally, True, nobody in the community ts rich. to the point of having the gout, but several heads of families have beear, able to afford ingrown toenails from time to time. The chiropodist who ‘has an office upstairs over the Banner office, on Mnin street, is regarded as a member of the professional class along with the,horse doctor and the’ man who clips dogs at the livery stable. The strawberry festival of the Ladies’ Ald is an annual social event of importance and eclat; and the clerk at the Palace Dry-Goods Emporium, who wears ribbon rosettes on the elas tics that hold up his shirt sleeves, is regarded as a tasty dresser. Naturally, hailing from this sort of a town, the man did a good deal volunteer reporting for the India Rubber Trades Journal while in New York. Just as soon as he grew weary of riding on the Goodyear wagon, in the front seat next the megaphone soloist, and had sent all the folks back home sou» yenir postal cards with illuminated views of the Flatiron Bufiding on them, h» headed afoot for tke financial centre. He wished to view our slaughtere house distrist at close runge. Being a stranger ne observed many things which the resident species sid summer migrants often overlook. He noted that there is a steep hill leading downward from Trinity graveyard into Death Valley. This may ex Plain why it is so much easter to get into Wall Street than to get out of it. He saw the large elevator structures where the Life Pureuance officers eeparate such chaff as policy-hwiders from the golden grain that pays for punple violets and yaller purps. He beheld with awe the enormous hydraulic appliances and the magnificent stone reservoir of the Belmont-Ryan Water Supply Company. ‘ts watched, for a period, the curb brokers—outside workers of the Shearers, Trimmers and Pelt-Scrapers’ Union. He observed the cozy home nest of John D. Octopus at No. 26 on the Big Road, and the snug granite retreat of J. Gargoyle Morgan at No. 23, two blocks down the Strait and Narrow Way. He saw the fourteen-story chute through which the finencial freshmen slide into the street, and ho was informed of the bread line up at Fleischmann’s, where the graduates hold alumni reunions-every it. ment nowhere could he see any of the small 2x4 or mill-end grafters. He was told that the police did not allow mere sidewalk and second-story spe clslists to venture into the Financial Bad Land. Their petty transactions might disturb the large operators. THE FUNNY PART. Yet come people believe competition is the life of trade. Race Cost Would Endow College. HB outlay represented by such a contest as the Vanderbilt Cup race woul@ be @ sufficient endowment for a small college. A score of contesting cars @t $20,000 or more apiece, a large number of other cars that sought in the elimination trials here and abroad to win a place in the great race, the mainte- nance of the cars, the olling, maintaining in good order and guarding the course —a million and a halt would be a fair cstimate of these expenses, aye the Amer: fean Illustrated Magazine. Is the game worth the cost? It docs, as has heen ' claimed for it, spread tnterest in the eutomobile, and it does stimulate the mutes mobile’s mechanical development, both worthy purposes. On the other hanéd—ené this is ite great evil—it aids in establishing a pernicious ambition among autormc- ‘Dilists at lange—the ambition to achieve mere speed, to get from one point te an- other in a time worth bragging about. It is this ambition and the disregard for the rights of others which ft engenders that 1s responsible for much of the popu lar antagonism the automobile as hed to face, It degrades the motor car an@ degrades the motorist. Popular Science Notes. RECENT British scientific expedition discovered that in the Indlan- floating life is exceedingly abundant at all depths down to about 7,000 in seas 15,000 feet deep. By floating life is meant animals which form food of whales and deep ocean fish and which, up to the present, have been Heved to live on or very close to the surface. A variety of enormous squids fished out, as well as jellyfish, and prawns fully six mahes long. latter were blind, while others had huge eyes, but nearly all of phorescent organs, which would naturally be due to the fact that they depth where almost total darkness prevails. The blind varieties had en: feelers or antenae, sonie of them extending to twice the length of their By Athur Morrison, Author of ‘‘ Tales of Mean Streets.” house wherein he had been paid £5 for carrying @ bag. At the end the cab turned the corner and stopped, while Hewitt wrote a short note to an official of Scotland Yard. “Take this note,” he instructe@ Leamy. “to Scotland Yard in the cab, and then go home. I will pay the cab- man now.” “I will, sor. An’ I will be protected?” “Oh, yes! Stay at home for the reed of the day, and I expect you'll be left in future. Perhaps I shall have something to tell you in a day or twor if I do, I'll send. Good-by.” The cab rolled off, and Hewitt = reel ii Some of them had i i a H the case up, then?” “I shall. It is no longer @ specula- tion.” “Then do you expect to find It et Hol. lams's house in Chelsea?” I asked. “No, I don’t, because !t isn’t there— else why are they trying to get it from this unlucky Irishman? There has been bad faith in Hollams’s gane I expect, and Hollame has missed the ruby and suapects Leamy of having taken it from the bag.’ “Then who is thts Mr. W., whose portraits you have in your possession?’ “See there!" Hewitt turned over a email pile of recent newspapers and selected one, pointing at a particular paragraph. ‘I kept thet in my mind because to me dt seemed to be the mort likely errest,of the lot,” he said. It was am evening paper of the vre- “Have you ever seen hime “Not taumy knowledge, know him by some other name. at Euston station vesterday in connec- tion with the robbery of Lady Quin- ton's jewels, has been released, nothing being found to inoriminate him.” “How does that strike you?’ asked Hewitt, ‘Wilks fs a man well known to the pollce—one of the most accom- plished burglars in this country, ir fact. I have had no dealings with nim as yet, but I found means, some time ago, to add his portrait to my little oo)- ‘ection, in case I might want it, and to-day it has been quite useful.’ was plain now, Wilks must have been bringing his booty to ‘icnow me/* But we were destined not to | Instructions) at Euston for suspicious characters arriving from the direction of Raccot. His transaction with Leamy wad this only powlble expedient to save himself from being hopelessly taken with the swag in his possession. ‘The paragraph told me why Leamy had waited in vain for “Me, W." in tne cab, “Whet shall you do now?” I asked, “I stall go to the Gold street house and find out what I can as soon es this “That's Sim Willks,”" itt explains | ed, as we followed, ‘the juce of a tothe Jintleman, who got Leamy to carry nig bag, and the man who knows where the Quinton ruby is, unless I am more