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@ubheneda by the Press Publishing ‘Ratered at the Post-Omice at UME 46. THE MURDER WILL OUT. Although the District-Attorney’s office could discover no information on which to follow up the Tilling- hast charges, Judge Seabury, in his more limited jurisdiction has en- countered no such difficulty. He has found sufficient evidence on which to order Ambrose F, Mc- Cabe, one of the Metropolitan’s trial attorneys, into custody in con- nection with an accusation of jury- bribing. Without authority to promise refractory witnesses im- munity and handicapped by the limited jurisdiction of his court, he has yet by the exercise of a little diligence been able to marshal an array of facts fully warranting further proceedings. Why could not Mr. Jerome, with the greater resources at his com- mand, have done as much? Why does he not do even more? Why. was he disposed to drop as worthless a case which a mere scratching of the surface evidence makes so promising for the people? In the light of what Judge Seabury has done the District-Attorney’s scruples about _ the statute of limitations and the lack of corroborative testimony appear to have been over-cautious, ‘ The assignment of an Assistant District-Attorney to carry on the Mc- Cabe prosecution marks a significant change of front. Though much time has been wasted since Tillinghast’s confession, there is now reason to believe that the charges against the Metropolitan will not be permitted to end with a jail sentence for the little criminal, They must be threshed out, if not by the people’s law officer, by the commission proposed in the Bernstein bill. No doubt the jog from Al- bany will expedite action in New York, THE DAJO HILL FEAT OF ARMS. Is Gen. Wood’s report of the fight at Dajo Hill the despatch of an ‘American commander engaged in the peaceful subjugation of rebellious tribes or a page from Caesar recounting his conquest of the forefathers of the German nation? : Twenty centuries do not seem to have blunted the edge of barbaric valor or quelled the spirit of freedom in uncivilized breasts. What a light is thrown on the misconceived notions of patriotism held by the savage people by their ferocious defense of what they regard as their altars, the women, “worked to a religious frenzy by their priests,” fighting like the viragoes of the Paris Commune, and the men using cl.:ldren as shields agairst the bullets of the enemy! Here was a rude replica of the siege of Sarogossa. Are the Philip- pines yet to contribute a Majuba Hill to history? The “feat of arms” at the volcanic crater in the far-off south seas has features that are distress- ing from whatever point of view they are considered, 2 THE TRANSFER IDIOCY. The New York City Railway has given its conductors orders not to ask passengers if they want transfers and to refuse them if not requested after payment of fare. But is a transfer a privilege which the passenger {fs to regard himself as lucky to get on any condition or is it a right to which the payment of fare entitles him? It being a right which the courts have sustained, it is! difficult to see how the company can abrogate that right as the penalty of j disobeying arbitrary rules prescribing the exact. moment at which it shall| be asked for. Whether the company’s object is a petty economy or a desire to circumvent a negligible form of swindling, it is small business for a great eorporation. It is more than that: It is a petty swindle by the corpora- tion itself. The 2 i turned out just as I expected when the club met with me again yesterday NIGHTSTICK arid NOZZLE- A Romance of Manhettan by SEWARD W. HOPKINS —— "\'W) Aas SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. | I reckon.” ‘| Lenox leaned against the parlor door does not with a girl Whom he has rescu hotel fire and whose very name he know, He saves her from abductio fun, tent es not | amd studied the man before him. ensues in the course of which she wounded in the cheek, She. begs 4 i to, take her, toe piace of safety wher scapes me: | {ain mysterious persccutors cannot find a Foby glanced at the right hand of| Sher to the hou y ver of stolen good Mrs. Foby’s husband 1s a criminal and tive from justice, ‘The woman pron hide and care for Lenox's wounded p Lenox, wilch had wandered to his murder her. He condu of a Mrs, Foby, a rec with a grin. “I guess ox dixcovers that the man who. tried | dary about that. You toiadnap “the “mysterious girl has aub Quentiv been. killed Foby returns to his wife's house. On see- ing the youn lady Lenox has left there Foby announces that he has been hired Xin 1 he hurries out to #eek asst sud Lenox coolly. ‘How ue ars have you gut wailing for hurries the girl, who calle hy bya S " Buastan. 10 ef : x to eal! on » than I want to spend in any confronts. F ere the grub is dished out {nj CHAPTER IX. Then you have been there?" Mr. Foby’s Plot. “You know well enough I have."’ memruiuce at lenatv appreciated by thal ererre mes co acening fon, zome " other sound than Foby’s voice, but average reader that Mr. y's emo- | mldinatcome, . | tlons were not what could be called}, delightful You have not told me what your u quandary + sald } A man who is a professional rogue | Wuandary a dl @oes not as a rule like to find nimself Beep cid CU Rcome: Ont “I came to see your wif ailone in a house with the policeman on} Cle | his beat, especially when he is well ware that there are good reasons why} “**® and @hout 7,000 policemen of New York| If Foby could have turned pale he ‘would like to have him. would have done so. His expression had Jall the elements of fear save that of Mr. Foby backed away from Lenox with a dark, hunted look on his fac paleness. though he had been brought to bay at you know something about last. 0 “You—want me," he said. “I thought I don’t know where rhey are, if you'd le.” that’s what you mean,” Lenox shut the door with his right] “Look } Foby, don't you know me * hand, taking « look at the waiting car-| well enough to stop quibbling? You riage as he did 80. have been here and seen the girl 1| “You want me, I say!" said Foby, ught he mith a sort of hiss in his votce. Yes. Why did you bring her here?’ Lenox looked carefully around the SE my reasons. Now, | want to hall, know whit that rlage is doing at “There seems to be an alarming possi-| the door and \ e your wife and that bility that I shall want you. 1 am 4. ] girl bh gomething of @ quandary myself." “Curse That is just wat 1 rene Welleckegimednone twvant to know myegife - | Dave Lenox, @ policeman, fails in love | trom | “1 suppose your quandary 1s how to} you came at the right | It was a Job, and the oid | Bs $b Hh HH Security By J. Campbell Cory. ‘March 14, 1906. NEW YORK THRO’ FUNNY GLASSES§ By Irvin S. Cobb. i Ww our friend from the provinces comes to town and demands ta] be led to the spot where genius pumps up its divine afflatus we look wise and escort him to the place that we saw advertised aa the “real resort of the real Bohemians.—Accept no substitute.” f We are welcomed into a large ex-rofler-skating rink, now owned ang operated by the real Bohemian firm of Slattery & Rosenheim. ’Tis a wild night among the boys from the business college. Seldom have the ribbon counter cut-ups been in such spirits. We are taken in charge by a waiter with a dress shirt that has grown black in the face from the exertion of trying to look clean and led to & corner where deviltry reigns free. We call for food and drink and.are giver the genuine provender of Bohemia—a guessing contest on a plate, and @ wine bottle coated with locks from the walter’s private cobweb stoalc and containing a quantity of Musteng liniment painted purple. g At intervals the real Neapolitan singers arise In the undress uniforms of street-car conductors, put their heads together and tear off half a mile of the real Neapolitan “‘la-la-la” goods. Or the orchestra gets out its tools | and plays real Bohemian selections by Cole and Johnson. : We go away drooling of the “atmosphere” and the “local color” and all that. If we stopped to think we'd know that the atmosphere comes from the waiter’s garlic habit and the local color is confined almost exclusively, to his collar. Did we but know it, that literary set at the next table are playing hookey from the night class {n commercial bookkeeping. And that artist in the flowing tie and the Norfolk jacket would stretch the edge of the tablecloth and reach involuntarily for the little pair of scissors in his vest pocket if we should suddenly tell him we belleved we would take ! about ten yards. For he’s the devilish, real Bohemian that they turned out’ ‘in the white goods department. But why should we be undecelved? Bohemia we couldn't enjoy it for wondering where we were going to get ‘ It we went to the other kind off fa little disinfectant when we left. The other kind never comes in for much outside attention except when the sanitary spectors begin to clean up the subcellars. It smells like a woodpecker’s nest, and it is patronized by the kind of Bohemian who washes only when he does penance. . He’s the chap who buys his spaghetti in hundred-yard lengths, like, blasting fuse, and swallows the whole stretch in seven minutes without. ever breaking the connection. His idea of @ lively time is to read a toretgni( paper until midnight and then listen to a piano solo im his native tongue’ and go home on a crosstown car. Did you ever hear a piano solo in one off; & these basement Bohemias? The pianist is a pallid young white rat, with | pink eyebrows and a last name containing seven lower case zs. If you prow nounce it slowly {t makes a sound like a locust. For half an hour his musi takes you think of a locksmith filing @ key, conaluding with an imitations Mock Orange Bridge Ciub. afternoon,” mournfully remarked Mrs. Oliver Quiver, vice-president of the Mock Orange (N. J.) Bridge Whit Club. ‘Honestly, those women appeared to have had an agreement to see which one could eat the most. I don't see why people affiicted as they nre don’t eat a little something at home before they start to keep from disgracing themselves at other people's houses. It's positively indelicate—it's unladylike-to gorge as they did at my house yes- terday. “Everybody says. I'm an admimble hostess—just admirable—and of course qT) Uke people to look as if thay really enjoyed my luncheons—and I do flatter my- Temarks about my Russian tea with the sliced lemon in it? She wanted sugar self that they are just a little bit better than anything anybody else {n the ‘and cream—poor ignorant climber that she is. She ought to thank me for intro- club has—but I can’t see the /use of making a python of yourself in public ducing real Russian tea out of a real Russian samover into New Jersey. |@ perfectly grand samovar, all brass and everything. | tell anybody else, I'll tell you @ secret—you can get one just Ike it for two simply because somebody else has to foot ‘the bills. “Me. Beestinger did try to make some excuse for her greediness. Of course, she didn't come right out and apologize for eating the way sbe did, but she | thousand purple trading stamps! |to buy Just bushels of things I didn't want before I got enough stamps to get It. told me—with her mouth full of mayonnalse—that bridge always did give her an appetite. needed a gas stove under hor arm to be an incubator. gulped them down whole like you take capsules “Y'ye read somewhere that hard-boiled eggs are indigestible, and I’m sure they must be when you swallow them whole without chewing. I know Mrs. Beestinger 1s euffering agonies this very minute, and I'm glad of ft. When she got up from the table she looked positively dropstcal! “And there was Mrs. Alumtaste—ghe announced beforehand that she had an appetite like a bird. I guess she meant a cassowary or an ostrich. I'm quite certain the woman must be hollow clear down to ier ankles. I started to say Positively, I think she clear down to her toes; but even if she were it wouldn't add any to her capacity, Well—when did vou see them last?” About twenty minutes ago.” Foby was sweating now. ‘The cold. unswerving eyes of Lenox were reading him through and through. Agata, 90 help. me God, 1 wi!" erg | our family. She called it an appetite! The way she ate stuffed eggs she only | of a runaway milk wagon coming down a rough street and being bit a@ By Grinnan Barrett, | te crossing by @ switch engine. hi THE FUNNY PART: We don’t seem to realize that “Bohemia” is the hardest-worked wor? in the Manhattanese language. to “Speling.” By Charles R. Barnes. HY.can't we hav mor simpl epeling— ‘An eze plesent, short-kut stil? What is the eens of us compeling Owr uth to bothr al the whil— To fus with intelectul noshuns Which just involy and do no gud? With this u just go thru the moshuns, ‘And foks that cudn’t spel, tha cud. et ae ee because her shoes are too tight for any earthly use as it is. My dear, when- ever you see a woman beginning to walk pigeon-toed when she puts on a pair of new shoes, you may just write it down that they are too tight for her. Why, yesterday Mrs, Alumtaste walked like a pair of manicure scissors. I know she suffered terribly, but I don’t feel a bit of sympathy for her. Serves her right— the vain piece! Now, my shoes are atways acres wide forme. Haven't I a corn? Yes, I have; but it didn’t come from tight shoes—I inherited !t Corns run in “Did I tell you I overheard that snippy Mrs. Bob Darrow making slighting It's If you promise not to I think {t's a grand bargain, although I had “[ guess Mrs. Bob Darrow haén’t any room to talk about anybody's teas after the rum punch she served last week when we met with her. I'm sure she used bayrum instead of the other kind; and I know It colildn’t have tasted any worse if dt had been hair oll. I for one belleve a shampoo should be applied externaliy. 'Twud help owr janiter, Mik Klance, Hus epeling alwas luks Hk this. If tha wud chang to waz les fance, “I think more of Mrs. Wiseburd every time I see her. She told me my lunch- eon was a dream, and she thought the prizes were lovely. She won the prize for points. “By the way, Mrs. Wiseburd tells me her husband has changed the name of their talking parrot from William Jennings to Gen. Bingham. I wonder why? Such a funny name for a parrot! The creature certainly does swear fearfully.” ‘ell—-you see, this Buasten’’ 0, I do not see this Buasten.” ‘Anyhow, he Is some kind of an exile. I don't know—there is some sort of jot—I don't know what, But there's ithree, in it—there were four. One got sho “Yes; well? The plot had something to do with the girl.” “Well—you see, there were really two plots. I ne d@pn't_ know anything ‘about, and one I do. It seems this girl discovered the other, and she was dan- gerous, These men are desperate men. and stop at nothing. It was agreed that the girl should be killed.” e8; gO on.” “I was to take her from one of the men at Herala Square. We planned the thing all right. You know in a crush, you can d) things that are noi “Go on. You were in one carriage.” “How do you know?” “Because I prevented your vile work.” “Ybu shot a fellow named Hecht ui “T thought I shot Annie Buasten.” “You shot the man. She was shot by Mik never mor wud mak a mis. And then tthe felos at the coleg, Tha'd never get the laf agen, For tha cud sok up uther noleg ‘And lift thar heds lik brany men. ‘We'd al be very glad and joyus, And quit contented with our lot; \ Thos grat big wurds wud not\anoy us, If epeling rools cud be forgot. Q@wr culchue wud not be so hazy— Reel gratnes cudn't laf at us, If wurds wer iit on plans les crazy— A eistem minus frits and fus. ETTERS from the PEOPLE ANSWERS mi QUESTIONS settees along the centre of the ‘ar, back to back, leaving an aisle on each side, and arrange the straps over the windows. L. T., Brooklyn, When the Sleeper Awakes. To the Editor of The Evening World: ‘Thecartoon by Maurice Ketten which was printed a few days ago, head- “Had you any conversation with your ‘ou came here after receiving word wife?” ) your wife that {t would be safe.”’ A few words.” HL “About the girl ‘ou saw the girl.” 8. sby's breath was coming| “Yes.” d now, “It was about the girl." “Did you know who she was?" You objected to her presence here, “Yea.” perhaps." “Well, have I got to become a cork- No, I wanted her here. I'll tell the screw to get the truth, Who is the. him jin the careafet. ‘Thea he died." |ed. “A Job for the Elephant.” and Police Nesligence. “And what did you do?” was about _District-Attornev Je-| To the Editor of The Evening World: ‘Well, I was hired to throw the body reminds me that Mr. Je-| I have read of the recent revival of of the girl in nes im River, and I psa ts apparently not doing the /arrests for expectorating in pub threw him in aneteey did last| platzes, among the victims a man wh Kind of work that he as made him famous. elected again ah a because thev thought that he nee do as well as last year, when ne ousted the gambling houses &c., an rwas fearless. Instead of being ane Sigel who dares,” he seems to be “the mai who's afraid. '’ Come on, Mr. Jerome, ople are keeping wake UP! They want you to help jer and better a Digger, Dusk MILLER. "There was indication of emotion in Lenox's face. “Now, when you saw the girl here, you went after a carriage to take her away."” “Yes, There was a good price offered, and when a fellow has hungry as long as_I have he wants to do some- thing. You know as well ns I do there is no way for me to make an honest living.” “There may be, Foby.” “How?” “Help me find Annie Buasten, ascer- | tata, wrist plot is) on' foot and eave, the rl." “What do I get? I etill have the in- dictments.” “You help me fini that girl. ‘s all now, I will take care of the rest. 1 canrigt promise immunity. | Youve & bad egg. But one such ect as I have demanded will do a great deal for you with the authorities.” “All right,” said Jake. ‘But I tell you we've got the slickéest woman in New York to deal with,” ‘Your wife?” Yes.” same year and which h I think he was had ejected the off-bitten end of a cigar’ in a theatre vestibule, I have no criti: olsm to make of the officers performs) ing their duties, but there is great laxe) ity of some minions of the law in com- parison with the oversealousness of others. The other day I was walting fur a downtown Subway train in the!” station at One Hundred and Tenth: street and Broadway, and saw a maz) calmly smoking and expectorating, ard) @ big sign staring him in the face with |” “No Smoking’ on &. Why was phere no one to arrest this offender? WOMAN. OF TH PEOPLE, j Chances on « Varm. To the FAltor of The Evening World: | ‘I would say to all who hawe recently | written to this column saying they ! ‘would be farmers to come on, for tho Geld 1s great but the taborers are few, | Rut I would suggest ‘they try gardening | first, for that és more Mght and easy work, At first such people may expect to receive health and etrength, but! small pay. OB Fr. Dykemane, N, ¥, “The Perfect Woman.” 'To the'EMitor of The Evening World: ‘Wil readers discuss what height s perfect woman should be? Also why {t 18 some people say thet tall women do not get married, as @ rule? That - they are ofd maids, and that ee > graalyer alsters Lit Bade gs s xt ie and tabs them make New York, Analyses the Gas. Bor, ‘The Evening World: ae oe ee are more to be pitied than censured. The poor fellows with few exceptions must pe bow-lesged. These deformities make it impossible for their owners to stand up in @ mov- ing car like other healthily pedestalled mortals without appearing ludicrous— hence the “bridge hog.” There were eight men weated on one side of the aisle and eeven on the other, and al- though in. many cases thelr bodies oc- halt a seat, leaving a large “But can't you understand,” asked Lenox, " that she is not hiding from me, but from you, She is honestly try- ing’ to save the girl,” Cnet aol ain't bad, though many iy in! each two men, ea “Do you intend to remain here?” space between “No. Then’ they” would er come| man's knees touched those of hie nelgh- back. Til £0. sd) can Spee heals. to-| bor on etther elde of him, making uch row, and, while, I wi RO OW) eed caertat na leach |e [en ems conan, of, kpeee” tBRt Jos “You do that, Jake, and come to my could hardly tell were) one bres pean toome and report. the other ended. Now, then, sinc “I will. The carriage is no no oF tdq“take care of the carriage, You] the men of Brooklyn ave euch weak look up Buasten.”” ‘understardings and such top-heavy in the hall, and Mr.| oranjums, and | aiwiays monopolize Annie Buasten. We but I suppose it is “Her name is called it Annie, Anna.” “Buasten?" “Yes,” “@he lived with her father on Fifty- seventh street?” “I don't know whether he is her father.” “Is his name Buasten?"’ “That's what I have heard him called, It is the only name I know.” “Now, after you saw Annie Buasten what occurred to drive wife,from the house?’’ see’“—Jake was floun- tn ‘the ‘house, her and vour “well—vou He left Mr, Fob; seal what. waa iz 1 avant the Froby had a pecullar expression on BIS} 16 seats I think It would be no more‘ ee Re tn A ke » fo Be Continued, ~~~‘ than fale €or the 2%, Bsn aloes Lane a