The evening world. Newspaper, March 1, 1906, Page 16

VOLUME 4G......c0eece woe THE CITY IS NOT HELPLESS. Eminent citizens are trotting to Albany these days for the patriotic purpose of telling the Legislature that the city is at the mercy of the merger-makers whose hands are at her throat. It is the reverse that is true. So far from being masters of the sit- uation, the merger-makers have overreached themselves and are at the mercy of the city—which gous Ryo should show them none. Let the city build but a single subway from the Bronx to the Battery and lease it for operation on a three-cent fare basis, and the water would evaporate from Tom Ryan’s masterpiece. Do the same in Brook- lyn and the insolent B. R. T. would be brought to its dropsical knees. The city has the power. It has also the money. Its borrowing ca- pacity is now sufficient to build two subways. Before these could be finished that capacity would increase enough to build six more. Nor need we wait for this slow increment. The politicians of both parties who are interested in the $200,000,000 water job exempted the new water bonds from the debt-limit provision. The people might fairly demand that the Legislature do as much for subway bonds which equally represent self-supporting investment. The city can wait for water extension if it will stop the leaks and save the waste in its present system. It cannot wait for rapid transit. It cannot in honor or even in interest permit the city to be held in slavery by Ryan, no matter what floods of honeyed eloquence Paul Cravath’s serried phalanx of Ryan lobbyists in the City Club may pour forth-upon The Evening WortTd™s Home the comforts and the natty and becoming appearance of chains, WIPE OUT CHINATOWN! The plan proposed by The Evening World for effaci from the map and making a park of the polluted area has every argument in its favor. If there was just reason for wiping out Five Points there is reason tenfold for eradicating this adjoining plague spot. basin for crime. Under the Small Parks act the these conditions. It may condemn the region for a park site and abolish ‘the objectionable neighborhood and in the city at one stroke. ROCKEFELLER’S “CUTEST.” Mr. Rockefeller’s pastor is quoted as pronouncing the millionaire’s evasion of the law officers “the cutest thing he ever did.” affair is a farce, anyway,” says the minister. servers, shrewdest detectives and smartest reporters in the country can’t find him.” Many other persons probably look on Mr. Rockefeller’s escape from , the sleuths with envious appreciation. ton does; possessed of half Mr. Rockefeller’s skill in getting away, he , eed never have crossed the sea to lose himself. No doubt “Larry” ' Summerfield and Cassie Chadwick, \ gallery of bobtail absconders are ready to doff their hats to a master, ‘For is not the Standard Oil King in the same boat with them? There is the difference that they donot usually find pulpit apologists. THE LITTLE This story is here adapted by the author from Fritzi Scheff’s comic opera, *‘Mlle, Modiste,’’ now at the Knick- erbocker Theatre. ‘SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. Cap! ctleane de Houvray, @ young a aye noble Larily 2 pemrornea to) @ K€ttle milliner nam i St. Mar, bitterly oj the |Bie, GommtngE Btierne” Rhee Taeeting. two duels, is forced to rely on his own narrow Jal resources or else to yield to St. Wishes und renounce Fifi,» He choores the former course. Fifl has hopes of wine sis @ high pouleaoes on ae Stare ae Sy | tan American inillionaire, arrives ta ee nt resolves to help her in, her esl Cecil, Fiti's employer, \ 8. ime, il, Fi q if ton her. neterd aaston and ‘the ixle. milliner ————.— ) CHAPTER X. Two Proposals. sound of Ptienne's volce fitied Fin with a sudden gladness, H wes ds habit when passing nbar the | shop to drop in. The little milliner had | mot seen the object of her heart's desire |qince the early morning of the dey be- fore. She hed half expected he might | eall duging the morning just past, but | as none of the girls hed mentioned | Bttenne's visit, she supposed his duties ‘at the barrenks had offered him no op- | ty to come. Madame Cecil, too, |had kept silent about Pttenne's morning call. ‘The flowers the youth had brought for Fifi now reposed in a vase on a side table, Ff amd the score of other girls In |the salon tumed itoward the open door- lway at the sount. of the approeching votces, * In another moment the little mtlliner was the cestre of an admtring group consisting of Btienne and a detachment of bis regiment, who [had ail marched |fmeo the shop gaily and without cere- | mony. | Tenderty Ettenne greeted Fin. “Ab, Fil,” he exclaimed with fervor, “you grow more beautiful every time I }eail to eee you.” | “You should cail oftenen” Fin an- swered coyly, as she smiled miedhlev- ously at Lieut, Rene La Motte, Bti- enne's favorite comrade, who came to ie salon because he loved Louise, the It is the city’s “somewhere east of Suez,” where Oriental vice meets Western viciousness on a common ground and with a resulting lawlessness which it taxes the efficiency of the police to sup- press. It is a haven for fugitive criminals. It is unsanitary as is no other section of the city of equat extent. tookeries are equal blots on municipal self-respect. | fowers?” of ‘tg, daughters of mrecene | Chinatown It has become a catch- Its dives and its disease-infested city has abundant power to remedy enlarge the most useful small park Magazine, Thursday Evenfng, March 1, 1906. POINT Tie yal Which Was the Greater? the Editor of The Evening World: “The whole|, Will readers kindly discuss the fol- “The cunningest process-| ington or Lincoln? And kindly state | reasons why. ETTA A. Pronounced Like ‘‘Rabbit.” }To the Editor of The Evening World: How is the word “rarebit,”” “Welsh ravebit,"’ pronounced? B. L. Our Divorce Laws. "To the Hditor of The ®rening World: I have read the account of the woman who, long deserted by her hus- band, sues for a divorce, and I say that there ghouki be a law to give « woman her freedom after five years’ separation. I have a friend who has not seen or heand fram her husband in almost ten years. He left her with Doubtless “Judge” Andrew Ham- “Doc” Owens and a whole rogues? Etienne looked at the corsage-of Fifi; and missed his flowers. “Hw, Fifi,” he exclatmed, looking about; “did not madame give you my Fill answered negntively. At-that mo- ment Etienne discovered the flowers in the vase, Instantly he brought the bouquet to the little milliner, Fin re ceived i with a smile of pleasure, Plucking @ rose from tie bunch, she attached it to the lapel of Htlenne’ coat. The youth received it rapturously, us became iis temperament. “Why ere you never serious?” Etienne asked, addressing Fifl, es the laughter died away. With her sense of impending woe op- pressing her, poor little Fifi's heart at the moment was all but breaking. But she smiled at Btignne as she remarked: “Isn't dt better to laugh than to cry?” Htlenne detected the undercurrent in Fif's voice, Anxtously he questioned her. During this scene of the sweet- hearts Fifi unburdened herself suff- ciently to say that at times she felt 80 oppressed by her sense of what her jover’s devotion was costing him that she often felt inclined to turn her back forever on him and Paris. Etienne charged Fi at this with not loving him. BYfl almost broke down at the ro- proach, Through reassuring emiles that masked tears she reminded him of their tnoreasingly entangled state. There and then Btienne agein asked her to speed with him at once to the Madeleine and be married. Fifi hesitated. Then she| ince the encounter between them at?! saw her beloved suddenly exiled after | the palace, Etlenne's rage against his the ceremony by the plots of his in-| relative meantime had given way to triguing old uncle. pity. His uncle, he had decided, was cet- “No,” = nite ting old. Time almo had softened the Peni ee wel O re Neneh) “We WMO al cenacalta toting aeiinvetile nena wait” " aithough he still plotted to disrupt) Soe Teme Wee erdemt (ad Mepet- tie) squttra relation! will Ew, “ehota _ . he usually spoke of as “the shop girl ‘Watt for what?" he asked plead-| te had forgiven or forgotten Etlenne's jogly. indignities to him during the conflict | “Por the time when im no longer|in Qttenne's chambers. Secretly, too, @ shop girl, when I''— et the same time the old soldier har- Fif's answer was Interrupted by the! bored an admiration for the good ac- cols, Mme. Cecil's ribbon boy. Francois} the woods at Bols. knew of le Compte de St Mars op-| ¥ollowed by Htlenne's sister, the old position to Etlenne's courtship of Fi. |General, cane In hard, stamped noisily “Btlenne’s uncle and sister ere com-|tnto the bonnet shop. The direct man- ing!" he cried in a tone of warning, ner of his approach showed del In surprise, Fil and Etienne fell back. } at once that the visit had been prear- What could this visit mean? Was ft|renged. Etienne struggled to call up accident or design, this sudden call of] some of the rage toward his relative the pair at Mime, Cecil's? tienne| that hed marked their three last meet- and bis. not “You'll marry my son or you'll teave my shop! the only shouted, General out sister Letters from the People @ child to care for. freedom she must toll on, too poor to gain her freedom in this State. lowing: Witch was the greater, Wash-| me, readers, ig this just? SYMPATHETIC. The Delayed Bridge. To the Editor of The Evening World: i Will some one try to explain why the| ces? as in| Manhattan Bridge is not being finished] Subway Hoodlums at 14th Street. If this bridge was finished We|7o the Editor of The Evening World: could get home with some comfort, on account of the relief it would give to| regard to the mobs of young hoodlums the Brooklyn Bridge traffic. Make Farming a Study. To the Editor of The Evening World: As an old farmer faster? would advise A. B., “So you While he hes his}€M™ are willing to and gardener, I who wants to be- come a farmer, not to buy a farm now, but to go on a farm and learn some- thing about farming first. Many farm- MILLINER © Decide!” attitude he bear upon the actions of this peevish old uncle. The old General lost no time in gem ting down to the business of his call. young scapegrace! confronting Etienne. caught you, have 1? Shame on you, an officer of France to be idling away your time In a bonnet shop!" Etlenne made o gesture of annoyance. He signalled to his sister to get the old of the shop, who hed w 2 Answers to Questions r bay a man good Wages or give him share of profits in rei} | the business. T am pleased to sce young Tell|men leaving the city. co. BF Putnam Conte New v Straight Flush Beats Four Acen. To the Editor of The Evening World: Which beats: A straight flush or four M. P. B, flanism. espec rests were made. FIFTEENTH STREET WORKER. Quest of the Cooking Girl. To the Bitttor of The Bvening World: are ignorant of housework, Won't some one stir up the police in R. | who rough-house the uptown eapress | ana eee esons: platform of the Subway at Fourteenth street in evening rush young toughs struggle playfully to get aboard trains, and they jostle women and girls, shove older men and insult any one who resents It. Sonie night there will be an accident there, Pm house; hours? These |@%d have no use for “trashy nov do not care for theatres, card plavi sive gowns or hat ume cannot be co: “Bachelor” loox further und he may find his ideal girl, OLD MAID OF 2. A 20th CENTURY ROMANCE OF LOVE, VALOR, PERIL AND TRUSTING HEARTS to the old soldier shouted his query. Etienne and Fifi. with er and bitterness, pointing at If. ‘The moment was a trying one for the| tion. principals of the scene. Etienne’s hand went to his eword, but his new conclu- sions about his uncle's age halted his with the long green feathers, Fifi relieved the strain of the situa- his uncle with all the force of her emo- ‘ttone] little soul. That he should be| salesgirle followed the remark. afraid, if that horseplay keeps up. Two policemen stationed there in rush hours would quickly put an end to this ruf- uily if one or two 4r- In reply to ‘Bachelor of Tairty-two,’ who says girls love amusements, but qe I would say ig person may be correct In his opinion of some giris, but there Many girls lov and oan do any Kind of work abouts alse make thelr own clothes or dancing, end would not wear expert and at the same dered cranks. Let perhays NEW YORK THRO’ FUNNY-GLASSES By Irvin S. Cobb. | OMEHOW or other New York doesn’t seem to have In {t:any of the kind S of small boys that you call “Bill.” There {s a kind of boy that you call “Bill” just as naturally as you call a parrot “Polly” or an apple wo- man “Mary” or a motorman “Mike.” Nearly everybody who came from almost anywhere else knows the “Bill” kind of boy. He isn’t necessarily a country boy with a carroty head—although it’s always a carroty head in stories of the little red schoolhouse and old swimmin’ hole brand. But he nearly always has a stone bruise in summer and a chilblain in winter. And if his cold stops from the time the crcek freezes over until the sap starts up the sugar trees in the spring his parents know that there must be something seri- ous the matter with him. He's normal and hungry all the time and dis- freckles stand out on him like the stars on the flag. There doesn't appear to be but two breeds of boys in this town, and neither breed answers to the name of Bill. One is Reggie and the other is Muggesy. Reggie’s idea of a good time is to go in his black velvet suit with his kind mamma to an open session of the Browning Club. He puts MUGGSY REGGIE, on spectacles about the time Bill puts on long pants. He has the com- | plexion of a sprig of early celery, He wears so much lace collar that you iceep thinking the poor child in a careless moment must have put his shirt on upside down. At the age of sixteen he is measured for a dinner jacket and begins taking lessons on the broad A, these being the greatest events in his young life, At sixteen an hour in his company is about as cheerful as sitting up with a corpse. Muggsy is born tough and ever aspires to live up to his raising. He |cuts his milk teeth on a cigarette. At an early age he learns the Obuck | Connors language. His ambition is to grow big and slug a policeman, By ' | the time he reaches his tenth birthday he knows more and cares less than |a police court clerk. If it weren't for him the Gerry Society would have |a chance to mind its own business. Sometimes in his mature years he becomes famous and gets his general specifications into the Bertiliom studio up at No. 300 Mulberry street, or else he turns out bad and be-« comes a district leader. There are more of him than there are of Reggie, | and as a general proposition they count about four points more for game, | THE FUNNY PART: | Real boys and a real city don’t seem to go together, somehow. “Carditis,” the New Mania | O the boom in picture post cards the Postmaster-General of Great Bretetm i ascribes a decrease of 1% per cent. in the number of letters deltvered last year in London. There were delivered in the United Kingdom 734500090 ostals, an increase of nearly 2 per cent. and of these 8) per cent were pri= vately printed. The per capita allowance of postal cards in the Kingdom weal@ be seventeen to each 5 In many localities in the United States the post-office facilities have been swamped by the excess of souvenir postals, while on the boardwalk at Atiantia City riots have been narrowly averted because the authorities had neglected to supply enough one-cent stamps to meet the demand of the victims of carditis postale, says the American Magazine. Other insidious forms of the collecting mania, however, are coincident with that which is propagated by pasteboard. Thousands of well-meaning persons are gathering cigar bands end pasting them in ornate designs on nearly everything but doormats. Women of culture and refinement are sewing the painfully yellow ribbons which come around bundles of cigars into sofa pillows, and the expostulations of husbands and fathers are of no avail. The latest mania ts for ink-kiesed kisses. Small albums are now provided, on the pages of which may be imprinted the impress of the carmine-scaked Iips of the person who subscribes his regards in the book. Some of these kisses are bunchy; others weil defined, and many small and pecky. Uncrowned Monarchs. MPEROR WILLIAM, the. King of Italy, the youthful King of Spain, the > TN The Famous Dramatist, Mf, he sputtered out a disjointed harangue, threatening Etienne with direst disaster, and herself with execu- tion if she accepted his nephew. Fifi Hetened quietly to the old man’s tirade, “L have already told Etienne,” she|®Tch to vanish in the concourse of remonstrated, “that I would not marry|*%oppers outside Etienne rushed to- | him against your wishes!" Ward the door. But le Compte de Bt. Madame Cecil, attracted by the noise, | Mar had antictpated just such a move hurried from her private room. and was at the portal before him “Fin is going to marry Gaston,” ehe|Etlenne’s sister, too, had been an ald interposed. of the old General in this strategy, hav- | Etfenne turned in surprise at this|!ng interrupted the youth's progress by | statement. He looked searchingly at| Stepping before him. When Btienne: Fif. Phen, drawing her gently aside, | rrived at the door the old General hag he whispered his back to it and the key in a pocket. “Come, Fifi,” he sald, ‘marry me, and|In vain Etienne urged pis uride to I'll give up the army and work for you| Pen the door, now demanding, now every hour.” Deseeching. Recollection of a small Etienne’s show of affection before his| door at the side of the shop opening relatives pleased the little milliner, into an alley that led to the Rue de “No,” she answered, tenderly pressing | 1a Patx, suddenly halted Htienne’s ef- his hand; “Etienne, I can’t let you work | forts to get to the street by way of the nohetprerthmelll main door. Dashing to this alley door Gaston, who had joined the group, now | Instead, Etienne pushed excltedly into stepped forward. the court and thence to the main high- nets. Remembering her promise to de- liver the hats herself. Fifl whipped thi bandbox from the counter as she near- | ed it and then passed swiftly out into | the street. tempt to humiliate her in the presence Etlenne's sister noted the glances. She] of her fellow workers at the shop as Etlenne’s | broke through the throng surrounding | well as Etienne's companions, filled her | with a gesture expressed her hurried entrance into the salon of Fran-| count of himself Pttenne thad given in| helplessness to Interfere. ‘Tne old General cast a sweeping look at the faces of the girls now grouped in a clrele by the exclting interruption of his own entrance. “Where ts she?” he raged, Determined to attempt a coup, the old | impulse. soldier for days had had Etlenne watch- ed so that he might learn the tdentity | tion. of the girl To heap “This 1s she, uncle!" said Henriette | tack upon him his own abusive manner would have given her unending satsfac- Instead of stonming, though, FMA turned to the old General with a smile. Looking at him pointedly, she seized the freak bonnet near at hand, the one “Did you wish a bonnet for your- She thated this intriguing old| self?” she asked, holding the hat alott. A roar of laughter from soldiers and “Then, marry me, Pf,” he exclaimed. |way. Fi would go at once to the ‘Ouse across the Seine, he reflected, A’ Fifi smiled amusedly. “No, Gaston,’ she retorted, “nor can |CUrlous figure in his uniform, I let myself work to support you!’” Mme, Cecil hero stepped before Fifl|OUshfares, was Etienne, as bootet anf angrily. ‘“Wihat,” she exclaimed, “you |®PUrred be hastened over toward refuse my eon?” bridge and thence through the lebyrini “Without a struggle,” Fil answered. |of tortuous etreete until the hed the Even the old General joined in the | little tron algnal of Mme. Gervaie’s merriment this quip created. in his ‘hand and was knooking fean Mme. Cecil wad furious. Her em-| tically for some one to admit him ployers were laughing at her; the|Mme. Gervais was surprised to ae soldiers were laughing at her. Even |him; his strange manner alarmed her, the old General was grinning. She a4-|No, Fi had not come home yet. Yes, vanced again toward Fif, she was quite sure, for she had but “You'll marry my gon, or you Will! just come poppies ws leave my shop—decide!” she shouted. | haa been heal x a, eae ae “I have decided;” answered Fifi. paper that had oe pak Btlenne started forward in alarm as|of the gas jet that ee mee he ‘heard Fifi's decision. ‘The scenes in| the wall, Poor Mme, Beas the shop since his uncle's arrival had} as wtienne pushed piadap hath Peas succeeded cach other with such ‘ rapidity that at no moment had he | durrece and wonnded himself up’ the been complete master of himself, But y ‘3 room. Convinoed, Btlenne ran again and out, to now he suddenly realized that something vital to his awn happiness and Wig's|th@ porch, Restlessly he paced the sibel oe a short walk of the little piasse. Confusedly, almost speechlessiy, Mme, ” With emotion he pleaded with Fin to reamsider her decision, to permit him | Gervais attempted to inform Wid of | Btienne’s call and exit when, | to remain near her, though she fled all itement, et an hour after Etienne's departure from the pension, Fi herself appeared at her lodgings. ‘3 erm Poor Fifi Ustened silently to Etienne's appeal. She allowed him to fold her in his arms for an instant. ‘Then she drew away, Kissing him tenderly in hurried farewell, she pushed through the circle of shop Ritts and soldiers end moved toward the door, } | likes starched clothes and knows how to swim overhand. Generally the | As Fif's form passed through the || Queen of Holland, the King of Bavaria, and the King of Saxony havanever taken the trouble to be crowned. WM ‘a: By HENRY BLOSSOM,