The evening world. Newspaper, March 12, 1906, Page 12

Tork, @udhenea vy the Press Publishing Company, No. 63 to 6 Park Row, New Batered at the Post-Office at New York as Seccnd-Class Mail Matter, VOLUME 46.. NO, 16,274, A GREAT PUBLIC SERVICE. Judge Samuel Seabury of the City Court, in moving energetically for the unveiling and punishment of the “jury fixing” frauds committed in the interest of Ryan’s Metropoli- tan, is doing public service of the highest value. These frauds have been almost open and quite notorious. They were admitted when a lawyer high in the Metropolitan service said that hereafter the law department of that corporation would be honestly con- ducted. They were confessed when William H. Tillinghast revealed in the public interest his own services as a professional juror and was re-| warded for his valuable information | by being railroaded to prison, Other witnesses are ready to tell how the Metropolitan managed its “hung” juries and its professional testimony if they are assured that Til- linghast’s fate will not be theirs. It is a splendid opportunity to reveal, to punish and to stop a crime that affronts the courts, that perverts justice and that makes mockery of the forms of law. Judge Seabury is young, able, vigorous and in dead earnest. These are excellent qualities. He need have no fear that the people will fail to appreciate his efforts to bring the Metropolitan foulers of the fount of jus- tice to repentance behind bars. THE STREET RAILWAY TRANSFER. The Metropolitan has given out orders that hereafter passengers who desire transfer tickets must say so when they pay their fares. Several fights have already occurred over the order, and one man has been arrested for “petit larceny” in snatching the ticket that belonged to him, but which the conductor refused to give him. | Is it legal to deny a transfer to one who fails to ask for it when it is most convenient to the company? If a passenger has a right to a transfer ticket for a certain point, can Tom Ryan abolish that right? Is he the Legislature and the courts? Is he the lord of New York? It would be interesting to see these questions legally tested, AN ARTIFICIAL ICE FAMINE. Manufactured ice cannot, from existing plants, make up for this sea-' son’s apparent shortage in the natural product for New York consumption. It is well to understand, however, that the conditions which make for an ice famine in this city are purely artificial. They have been brought| about by the Ice Trust, It is not because the Hudson River has failed to freeze as usual during the winter that the Trust finds itself moved with tears to raise the rates per hundredweight. The real reason lies in the fact that with a monopoly’s natural objec- tion to any surplus that would not answer as extra dividends, the American Ice Company has broken down by restriction the ice industry of Maine, In 1890, when the Middle States’ ice crop failed, Maine harvested 3,000,000 tons, The Trust, coming into possession a few years later, began a delib- erate policy of neglect. Great storage houses have been suffered to go to ruin. Some have been burned. No effort was made to harvest in the splendid winter of 1904-05 the full crop, which would have left a surplus for this year’s relief of New York. From its punishment in 1900 the American Ice Company seems to have learned only the wisdom of reducing to a negligible limit its emergency resources in Maine. As the fruit of its heartless calculations It! appears tohave in 1906 a better case for extortion than It had six years ago, It ts not straining a word to call such Trust operations criminal. (What are we going to do about it? NIGHTSTICK and NOZZLE- A Romance of Menhettan by SEWARD W. HOPKINS ESO tp WF SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. nie, Policeman, fallen love rum fire and whose very name he does not | saves her from abduction, and a | the course of wich she | and his spinal column, His eyes were set narrowly together, and his low forchead was seamed with years of thought and emotion. No one who knew of the results would | . Was anybody within, the drawn shades | ever have accused Mr. Jake Foby of studying too much, That simply be- comes a question of what an ind{vidual studies, | Mr. Foby studled his own interests, | which, If followed too closely, may} cause wrinkles in the forehead and| none In the pocketbook. Unmindful of the oflce, Mr. Fooy turned into the area of the yellow brick house, and rang the bell, Mrs, Foby, who had answered that bell a few thousand umes, knew the ring and hastened to reply, Aa she opened the door and as Mr. Foby thrust himself into the hall, Mrs, Foby gasped. “What's matter with you?" demanded Mr. Foby, “Ever see me before?’ “Jake! What a looking sight!" “Oh, I am a looking sight, am 1? You are worse.” “I was good enough to come hame = her, He conducts her to @ Mrs. Poby, a receiver of stolen goods, Foby’s husband criminal an e trom justice, The w to hide and care Le ‘8 t scovera that the man who tried “Tenax 4 to “kidnap the mystertous girl has subse- Quentiy: been ‘ktiled. CHAPTER VII. Mr, Jake Foby. HE little yellow brick house was never more sedate {n appearance | than {t was on the day after Lenox had had his conversation with Mrs, Foby. So far ag the front of the house was | concerned {t gave no evidence that there tain mysterious persecutore i for promising a quiet shelter that nobody on the block understood, ‘The policeman on the beat was new, and did not know every person he saw. It was not Lenox. Lenox, as we know, was off duty on that block. to,” sald Mra. Foby. Nevertheless, as the new officer} “Yes, but why? I got a letter that walked into the shadow another man | You wanted to see me and that all was walked out, safe," The electric light shone down upon| “Oh, goodness! the naked trees, but still there was a) thing shadow cast, In this shadow was a policeman who Come in, If every- wus not safe would I bid you come?" “How do T know?" growled Jake, as hhad not been informed that he was on ‘he stepped Into the hall, Mrs, Foby a beat where sharp eyes were more door after him. needed than sharp ears, and as he| “What do you want?" asked Jake, @wung his nightstick and advencel| "Come in the kitchen. I will explain.” step by step he was doing all tha The Kitchen was the be demanded of him as a policeman. wished to visit. He fol The man who @hadow was worthy tor. ed out of the/t of some descrip) wi n of culsine and sat down sh of contentment. } me somevhing to eat,” (He was a man of medium height, is what Tam do Jake," * he sald, The Evening World’s Nome Magazine, Monday Evening, The Man Higher Up. By J. Campbell Cory. A Bi Z<HA' VERY SasPicious ! A DROP oF O11 2b" AGAIN For me! Saleen LLION AR? The Mock Orange (t ELL," quoth Mrs, Oliver Quiver, Vice-President of the Mock Orange (N. J.) Bridge Whist Clud, “if I live to be a hundred years old—and I hope I won't, for no woman could expect to retain all her looks for a hundred years, although Mrs. Wiseburd aid say to me I was getting younger looking every day of my life—and, by the way, I think she's ea very attractive woman; I didn't use to like her, but I do now—I say if I live to be a hundred years old I shan't forget the miserable time I had yesterday afternoon when the club met with me. “In the first place, I wanted all along to be the last hostess on the list, be- cause that gives you such a aplendid chance to watch for all the clever things that the other nomen get np in the way of decorations and dishes and things, and improve on them, and make them feel small. So that was why, when we organized, I proposer! that the selections should be made in alphabetical order, and we put {t through, although Mrs. Alumtaste and Mrs. Beestinger did vote no, and I remember at the time I thought it was rather indelicate of them, seeing that they were going to be the first ones, and it made them look as if they didn’t want to entertain at all. “I was the last on the Ust then, but after that Mrs. Wisebumi and Mrs, Vainone and Mrs. Youngthing had to go and join, so nere I am entertaining the club and the season not near over! I declare, some people are too aggravating! “But one thing I will say, I got beautiful prizes—perfectly beautiful. For the progression prize I bought the loveliest Royal Worcester plate, but after I got it home and got it unwrapped it looked #o darling on my cabinet that I just decided to beep it and not say anything about any prize for progression. We ought to give up something in Lent anyhow, and I thought !t would be a good {dea for us to give up the progression prize. But that despicable Mrs. Colefeet had to bring ‘up the subject. Just as soon as she had won the first gume she scored herself for 7 ee. Vifex_-F ZZ rm fp ay “Did you send for me to trap me?” “What girl?’ “My patient.’ T lke.” “That's just what I will do,’* sald “I did not fix that for you, That ts for my patient." “Your patient?" “Yes,” laughed know Dave Lenox course you do. Mrs, Foby, “You the policeman? Of He has had a Uttle WErfully built, wih a short neck that) * OW are nok You are fixing up ued isla @ medium of commu-|omcleis, which 1 dot lke. You know be! the base of the skull I do not like them, Give.ane something ia Spies did you mean by your patient? * __ “Wi you keep quiet? ‘This gist"e— cooking an Foc, whom.ig i? Bridge Club B@ B ®B Mrs, Foby, ‘I'll give you a airloin| Mr. Moby stared at his loving wife. steal." “Are you a doctress now?" “I MWke that. But what has that to; “No. Can't you understand? Lenox do with an omelet?" 1s trying to help us all, He will, %, not stand any more crooked work, but fool as he 1s on post here he sald you could! Igo ni am ‘here, yes,’" trouble—no, not what you mean. He came because I sent for you?’ has ‘been humane and decent to every- body and hax not asked a cent.” u nit sent bes ee yyariten ite men | " op you,” “What do you mean?” growle@ Mr.|~ "I suppose so, You would not be Toby again. “Who ever asked for a| likely to send for me otherwige, What eant?* You are By Grinnan Barrett points and progression, too. And then she spoke up and sald to me insinuatingly: “Oh, Mrs. Quiver, of courme there {8 a prize for progression?” “And of course I had to amile and say ‘Yes,’ although I felt more Nke taking the woman by the throat and shaking those old artificial cherries off that last year’s bird's nest of a bonnet that she wears, the stingy piece! “But I made up my mind then and there I wasn’t going to give up that beau- tiful plate to anybody. And while I was trying to decide in my mind what I could spare easiest an Inspiration came to me lke a fiash—I would give the burnt-wood plaque I did for my dining-room and then didn't use. It was the first one I ever did, I remember, and as luck would have it, none of the mem- bers had ever seen !t, because it dida't turn out exactly as I had expected it would and I never had hung It up. “As it turned out, Mrs. Wiseburd won the progression prize herself, and when I brought her that bumt-wood plaque and handed {t to her her nose turned up vntil I thought it was going to land on top of her head and be a wen. Finally, after so long a time, she said: “What does !t represent, dear? A bunch of grapes on a plate, Isn't i? “If @ look from me could have withered her that woman would have done some shrinking! Not a half minute before she had heard me say that {t was a Gesign of a dog’s head in an oak wreath. But I gave her one look that she won't forget soon! “Anyhow, I kept the plate, and that's some comfort. But I've got to enter- tain the club again next week—it meots twice in succession at each place, you know—and I certainly aim looking forward to #t with dread, because I know from yesterday's experience those women will try their level best to eat me out of house and home.” .- born?” fe was saved from a in the Bastick by Lenox, She was saved from”— AWVhatt “Somebody wants to kil 2 t her out of the way.” Hen eee Mr. Foby had eaten enough, He swung his plate back on the table and i gaye his trou: long iow take me to see the omelet {s done, Come on. mt you to promise not to cut “Cut up any who? What?" ai mean carry Ce th ~ Mr. Foby was enjo Dest of, tbe. at six mont 4 tine wo! carry on, Sal Mra. Foby knew what she was doing and did i with @ precision that did her credit. She took vm the omelet, gave it the necessary condiments and cov- ered it with a BeCGra py 8. "she said. “We can talk his wife to the Second fi a sag He saw a pal Deauricut face piliow. He aaw'a girl that ras wel .. He turned a wit tter?” eh iMatter? Matter, did. vou ask?" Do “mow? Great. God, “woman? you * ." Mrs, Foby's face was dif- rent now. hat’s the girl”— 0 Tre. ‘ou don’t know!" No. She 1s upstairs,” Mr. Foby gazed at his wife with an expression that could be repeated only ‘epeating his own words, “Who—upstairs—did you send for me to trap me?" jake,"" sald Mra, Foby, “don't be . ‘There 1s a young jady upstairs, ot know her name, Iam taking care of her for Lenox." Foby with em- IT was to take her from—from a man—at Herald Square, Somebody fired and''— “Shot the girl!” almost screamed Mrs, F No, demmit, not You have tral me, this girl “Yes. That ts why I send for you. 1 ‘other. You ed. You sent for me i’ with you about our private {3 tenn ats vi do.mmy work, ‘it means ; " Pi ve thousand dollars to me. You a! . navatacks, nearly “Shoied anne fae oE Sur monith oF it wilt be bad for you, slrioin steak, wy ane “I auppore you did not thinks we had | ,\"And what? Sasped Mre., Foby. as any private business.” < | With ln toole tht "was only Mea Foby's, | “Take her to the river and throw “T never thought we had anything| her in.’ y. jel 2 BN He rushed out of house, clea anewared: Me. Fob; ot 7 wildy: ait He shot the man, March 12, 19006. NEW YORK THRO’ FUNNY GLASSE By Irvin S. Cobb. IME was when a safeblower ranked even higher among the Fr nized predatory classes than a ticket speculator. He was nearly ways raised to the business and had to serve @ three-year app: ticeehip before he could get his card from the union. It was his ous' to slip into the Twenty-third National, wearing the correct garb for evening call, strap up the night watchman in a specially prepared ness and open the safe In from five to seven minutes with a neat devi resembling a nutpick, mcanwhile discussing the rising influence of the II sen cult on the drama with his understudy, who accompanied him held his overcoat and cane. He would extract ninety or a hundred sand from tho inner vault, where the President of the bank kept his coi sclence during office hours. Then he would tidy up the place, pour cll rubbish in the cuspidor, spray the premises with eau de cologne and part in his own cab, The largest article in his sole-leather workbox look like @ souvenir spoon, If he inadvertently left a palr of cuffs or his walking stick behind an tigation threatened he compromised with the depositors for 50 cents om? the dollar after paying the customary 10 per cent. to the Central Office fort! | negotiating the deal. In tis old age he would turn his Une of city accountat lover to his son, sell his suburtan route to some enterprising young joune heyman just coming on In the trade and with his savings purchase a mode® | farm up Westchester way. When he succumbed to gout the papers would) give him two columns with pictures, while a wholesale hurdware dealer wha died the same cay got four lines in the pald obit. column at the rate of { thirty cents a line single inscrtion. j The ald days are gone for aye. The modern cracksman Is as uncouth ig his hours of ease as a he grand opera singer. His front hair only leaves off where his eyebrows begin. er's tool chest, a liniment bottle full of nitro-glycerine and a bar of soap. He answers to the name of Gallipolis Slim or Tuscan Red and he Is wille ing to take chances on breaking into anything except a bathroom. Since the Armstrong Committee began making business good for the French Ine you won't find the crassness of his work equalled even in the | larger insurance companies. With several friends he enters the village bankg . | by the simple expedient of pushing in a side wall after having dropped k, | town marshal down the public pump head first and locked the switch a@ | the depot with the still warm remains of the ticket agent. He puts sixty« five pounds of home-brewed guncotton under the safe and blows it ovem, | Into Calloway County, accompanied by several members of the cashier's! | family who room upstairs. Pausing only to pry off the few dollars t! have adhered to the ceiling, the entire company pursue the safe on a hat ear and open it at their leisure with an axe. Less than twelve hours lates, the Sheriff is leading a determined posse of shipping clerks and depu assessors {n the opposite direction. a Meanwhile Messrs. G. Slim, T. Red and others have returned quietly, and unostentatiously to our own city and are enjoying the fruits of uncultured toll In those crude resorts where the barkeepers know the artit .of drawing a beer that {s all lingerle and no lager, In dull seasons along: Chatham Square you can get a hard-boiled Yegg with every drink except schooner, THE FUNNY PART: Yet some peopie insist our banking methods are improving. ——_—__++. Tipping the Waiter. By Charles R. Barnes. L ‘GOBH, I've tippod th’ walter, dad fetch his ekinnin’ sou! An’ say, I've soaked my fingers in th’t there finger bow!! Of course, th’ eplashin' dabble was stylish aa could be, But tippin’ th’t there walter—ft kinder tickled me! He come an’ fussed an’ puttered, an’ wiped my plate off clea An’ acts like I was town-broke, an’ not most tur’ble green, Th’ meal he dished was fllin’, th’ things they was real prime, Bo, w’en he fetchod th’ ticket I passed him out a dime! m By oricky, % was wuth it! Th’ feller grinned an’ bowed— “He thinks I'm awful wealthy an’ gen'rous,” I allowed Tt made me sorter proud like, as common people feels ‘W'en fust they gits @ servant t’ cook an’ tote thelr meals, An’ w'en he hovered ‘round me an’ handed me my hat fom to be worrled."* T seen th’ other feeders was takin’ note o' that. ; tai 82, Bot” know who ts unstatrs, It My vanity was tickled an’ things was lookin’ bright, | wine, pression on ar. Foby's taco It aat my hull durn ben’ e-glowin’ with delight. uffle any atte vt “When-realiyer—when ° waa ats mL Some folks is alwus kickin’ about th’ tippin crime, But see th’ soothin’ prestige tt gits you ev'ry time; It's Jes’ ol’ human nature—an’ folka ts off th’ track T’ try an’ atop th’a buyin’ o' pattin's on th’ back. Th’ people's goin’ t’ do It, jea’ as they spend sheir cash F’r showy clothes an‘ fixin's t’ help ‘em male @ flash; an An’ though I'm Jes’ a hayseed, I'm same as all th’ rest— ! I'm bound ¢’ tip th’ walter, th’ robbin’, eiinnin’ pest! For Very Rich or Very Poor To the Wdltor of The Hvening World: New York is @ delightful oity for the very rich or the very poor. In other words, the rich man can buy all possible comforts, for he oan afford them, The very poor man oan gvt fairly cheap quarters, and can also find more sorts of work to choose from than in many cities, But for the family man, earning from $20 to $60 a week, tt is the most expensive place on earth.) Rents are exorbitant (#0 for a flat he could get in another city for $25) and food ts yearly costlier, If he lives in the suburbs and works here, commu- tation money eats up his profits and the servant problem balks him, This steady rise of rents, food and clothing, and the stationary salaries, deter many “Bank of Upper Canada” and has @ horse and rider on one side. On the orhor side 1s Inscribed “Bank Token, One Half Penny.” A crown and two cornucopias, an anchor and sword are inside of this inscription. Another is United States penny dated on one side 18i1, with the #tip Constitution in the | centre and the following words ine sated around same: “Webster Credit . urrent.” On the other #ide appears | the date 1837 with @ ship i be in @ heavy storm and ftruck iby lghtning, with the mecription around th: ren taliic Current, Apply to Supreme Court. To the Editor of ‘The Bvening Wi How can a person change has legally and to what court should he New York men from marriage. That |*PDly? CONSTANT, ; 1s the answer to “Why Don't Men “A Universal Seale” | Marry?" EB. 8. K | ro the maltor of The Evening World: _ Jantrow Alex janover Placa| In European . countries wages are but the cost of living 1s (more or correspondingly cheam. Here in foa wages are high, but living is gh | er, Why can't some of the internine tonal conferences stop tinkering: To the Editor of The Evening World. Can a person consuming gas have the meter inspected by the ofty, and if so, what {8 the proper place and person to whom to apply? I think this is a matter of interest to many readers, I have time and again complained about high gas bills, but to no use, A. HL other abstract things, and get ® plan to establish a universal | of wages and of living expenses! would do away with . Oda Coins, To the. Editor of The Evening World: Lave two odd coins and I wonder at wars, boundaries, open doom and -