The evening world. Newspaper, March 29, 1906, Page 18

@uvnenea vy tho Press Pubtishing Company, No. 8 to @ Park Row, New Yorle Hotered at the Post-Ofiece at New York as Seccnd-Class Mail Matter. VG MEDAL siusecsseles(eresdsiosbbetessacessisescese( NOs IC.2Ol. GRADY AND HIS PALS. Grady’s “amendment” to the Elsberg bill prevailed in the State Senate yesterday. Thus hampered, the bill passed. Mr. Elsberg charged that the “amendment” was drawn by attor- neys of the Ryan-Belmont interests. It looks it. He correctly described | it as meaning that “all future lines shall be constructed so as to be feeders of the present Ryan-Belmont lines.” New York owes thanks to the country members who, like White and Armstrong and Brackett and Tully, voted to defend the city from its own men. How did these men vote? : To make the Ryan-Belmont monopoly absolute: Grady, Martin, Fitzgerald, Cullen, McCarren, Cooper, Gardner, Hasenflug; Against the monopoly: Elsberg, Marks, Saxe, Page, Riordan, Foley, Frawley, Hawkins, Drescher, Kehoe, Keenan—some in this list also Ryan's lobbyists could have had if they had been needed. Eight city members out of nineteen betrayed their constituents and joined the basest element from up-country to do the will of the traction monopoly. As in the case of the elghty-cent gas bill last year, Brooklyn’s delega- tlon shone fairly phosphorescent with rottenness. Of her seven Sena- tors five voted for Ryan—the corporation agent McCarren, naked and unashamed; the smug and decorous Cooper; Cullen and Hasenflug, Mc- Carren’s voiceless echoes; Gardner, the McCarren Republican—what a spectacle! What ails Brooklyn? What is the matter with Manhattan? Why are such men elected year after year? Is it the will of the people that Ryan shall run both political parties in this State to save them the trouble of voting? JOHN D. CAN COME BACK TO TOWN. With the work of the Hadley Commission over, New York is open to Mr. Rockefeller. He may come back to town. What a boon at this time of the year, when the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces! The sap is rising, tender shoots of green appear on branch and briar, the birds are ready to mate and all nature begins to smile. The exile returning after long absence finds his youth renewed in the balmy air. Every prospect pleases. There is the park to ride in. picture galleries to visit, a grandchild to dandle on the knee; the theatres— music, God made the country, but man made the town, and the handiwork : of each at this time of year is sightly to see. SALMAGUNDI MORALS, Speakers at the Salmagundi Club dinner, discussing insurance scan-! dals, gave utterance to strange views of morality. | One who said that he had received $30,000 upon policies from the Equitable Life said: “Can I accuse the men who have paid me this money | of being robbers and thieves? No!” But is the morality of one business transaction proved by the con-! tracted performance of another? And is there sliding-scale of honesty for insurance managers, by which they are not to be held to account in the fat years for proceedings which’in lean years might be open to ques- tion? Is success the only criterion? Another speaker approved campaign contributions: “If the men at the head of the companies stole, they did not know they were stealing. 7 thank God that what they did gave me a President McKinley and a} President Roosevelt,” Thus the means, no matter if they do come in conflict with the Penal Code, justify the end when that end is the election of your own candi- date! Is the question whether an act is a felony, then, a party question? Notions of right and wrong entertained by some persons in this “oasis in the desert of commercialism,” as Mr. Hopkinson Smith calls it, are “‘a medley, a miscellany,” which is the dictionary definition of “salma- gundi.” They need revision to conform to common standards of honesty. preunevecr rere ccovactuc co oeeceeeet errr’ . NIGHTSTICK ond NOZZLE- A Romence of Manhetten by SEWARD W. HOPKINS Wr qian \ | | SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING Dave Lenox, a NeW suin in love with ‘Annie Bua rescued fram 4 hotel fiom Annie that she is eonie “mysterious 20% safe keeping. ives in a ycliow and r husband, hired by Muasten, CHAPT “But is it vour right name {who Annie? you d on Fitty-sev the son of the Buasten } Street with ny unknowa ‘persons to am his so} ou did not Foby and his wife lure Lenox @ ruined the hovel near try, to, them, stick."" Annie's pres- fire.”" lem to Lenox. ask her what had recounts f the nipt of ¢ gainst Foby. J befare the Pollee Com Plot, whone Wren ener t! is had would her Dave fe sumuucned misnoner and told-of a Tiussian omoters are in New Yc fe been ar not there. yet he Ga a ah all the trouble. We were enters his carriage We were mak- im and then csc i ee arate, xpected to have ture yy dens no sm ad with ie} the money and fire. nw BCT sia en waat was sent We would have We w a whom tate y wants to eet 9) Jo hunt un the hoy, who| stopped it, We dil not no nd nim An emlenaty | We have enough, But by placis throws Mim inte th x | peasantry, the farmers position to make nd the Ji a would We ¢o not fear ie ave Well. The latter in Foby'r tntere CHAPTER XXII. with us. 1 don't care so mu ell me why Anz at night." ar What Happened to Mr. | father had come to see me. We Foby. me work—golng over Ag s and so on, and a cable. 1 the work of tho night was by} With ur me to the house from Par g. B no means over grim offierrs| was a very important message and An- of the law all around iim, uh brought it to us. While she was| man known as Kroob stood hate} in a small room sne overheard @enant. vet knowing that he had run ‘sw.jon and denounced us," ad not known up to that tine were engaged In any work of murdey insurrection and hic eriminal race. | that ¥ that kind wen eee eee g World’s Home Mages! no; And Now They’ pS NT. 4 aati M3 ’ Phureday Eve: ve Got the Hat! By J. Campbell Cory. th I 4 t “S LOANED TEMPORARILY fe Y COURTESY jf OF MESSRS / PYAN & BELMONT os TH1S BARREL / / Wy the United States Ts What Tt Ts Co-Day. FOOTSTEPS OF OUR ANCESTORS IN A SERIES OP THUMBNAIL SKETCBES [ What They Did; Why They Did It; What Ca:re Of It, By Albert Payson Terhune, = eel | / / | | | | | World Almanae or Board of Fdu-) She says she has an old father who Is dion! |somewhat~ infirm and cannot work. coer This lady ts well-to-do and married and To the Editor of The Evening World: == | she wants to support her father, but Vhere can a boy at the age of fifteen find information about night schoo! where he can take up his studies as in day school? CONSTANT, A Word of Sympathy. To the Exiitor of The Evening World: Replying to “Wife and Daughter's" letter, I must say I feel sorry for her. “merely strong in principle.” For my part 1 should think him worse than a brute, How can any man living, as she says, in luxury refuse to support his old helpless father-in-law? Oh, if "s anything on earth I hold tn con- “Foby, | want yous’ ned of a plan to as- don't know where to find the man who gh in finance in New sot you to commit—or try to commi' n tee © knew sce was dangerous. We!a murder to destroy tne life of Edde We locked her‘ Mossitor, as he was known “How do you know? I did not try to aurder him,"" “Yes, you did. Foby sgore he would get the boy out of his way to-night." “Who told you?” “obv's wife.” “What did she say?” “Never mind what she sald, She sald enough for our purposes, I can give you a life sentence. I know you were the driver of the coach in which tried to kill De Warsak,” her to in a room while we de to do with her,’ “with w We fire broke rated on what at result?” d she must die, ‘Then the We left her locked in expecting she would be od W “He ca as Foby to do with all this?" e from the same town we did in Casmania, He {s a good man, “Phat ts for that sort of work.” “Yea,” “And where is Foby now?" all that’? ha did not But when we found “1 don't know,” are other things, You will be “Do you mean to tell me that-you! none the worse for telling the ¢ruth.” tempt {t {s the refined mean brute!|sports could bs held, and in addition Let her plead gently with her husband. |football, baseball, fencing, voxing, swim- I¢ he loves his wife he will take the/ming, wrestling and similar oontests. old gentleman in. If he still refuses,|The first athletes in every line could then I, as a wife and daughter, would|compete and the gate money and honor help my father, anyway. I would save |of the great national event would bring from my household expenses and help|out the best material. \him as a true daughter will do. COLUMBIA SENIOR. Rs) 0 0B) “Olympic” Games for Amerten. To the Editor of The Evening World: To the Editor of The Evening World: ‘Why can’t there be an annual event| 7 read recently of a letter that was | of All-America athletic games held on | gtx months in the mails, Six months is A Postal 24 Years Overd: her husband firmly refuses to help. |mammoth scale and including the fore-| an awful long time, but what ts this She says her husband {s not @ brute—| most athletes of the whole continent—! tn comparison with a postal I have be-| a set of games like those about to oc-| fore me, which was mailed and cur in Greece? Think of the spectacle | post-marked ‘Salem, Mass., March of a field, say in tho Mid-West or in 1878, and was received and post-marked New York, or even Californta, with 100.-| “New York, March 19, 1902?" (000 spectators and a thousand competing | four years from Salem, Mass., to New jathletes! The regular field and track | york! WM. BETTMANN. is 2, “Has Foby squealed?” “I know nothing about that. Now I your father,” Buasten's face was very white as he was led to a cell. The two friends went out. “This,” sald Garvin gayly, ‘seems to promise to be a night of excellent work. It we can bag Foby and the other Luasten, eur troubles are over." “Looks that way,’ replied Lenox. It so happened that whlie the two were journeying toward the saluon known to ali the police as Kake's, Mr. Jake Hobs was confidsatially celoty ing an epproaching event with tw pals. He was tn Kake's, ind> was drinking heavily. Sure itll Ue al right?” asked the pal, a dilapidated individual of the hanger-on variety. “Sure?” chuckled Jake. “Am I sure? Why, the old woman won't live moro than a day or so, The girl did that much good. And the boy—t ain't in it, but he won't see a dollar.” “Hope it'll be all right. Me ana always been good friends, “What do you want to know?" “L want to know where Jake Foby ure,” said Jake. Meantime from silent corners men in uniform were gathering round the place. “Arrest every man who runs out,’’ was the command given ‘by the ser- gcant in command. Night sticks wore ready. “Go in," sald the sergeant to Lenox. “you kaow the fellow.’ Lenox and Garvin entered the place. Tt was at best a low place. A dozen men were in the saloun, Mr. Foby, who stood against the bar, had on a bit of disguise in the shape ot side whiskers, but Lenox knew hi, he said. you a hat natural haste to get knocked. his comp) for the door, Pe anion the others that Lenox 1s “Where he will be to-morrow?” “I want to know," sald Lenox an- srily, “where you were to meet Foby | after you had succeeded tn the work he had given you to do. I want you to tell the truth, or {t will be worse for you," “E loon." Lenox nodded. “At what time?" “Any time. He will be there all night.” “Very good. If you have told me a lie it will be a sorry day for vou," “LT have told the truth. The Jle ts up What else can I do?” Where {s your father?” hac £ will not tell. He ts where you can't find bim, I am enough, Let him ras to meet him tn Kake's sa- The deuce An his som away Mr, Foby down and made The surprise 0 oot was ver’ pone did note not have to sigoheet Dut “I'l not leave him alone, I know] “Sir, Foby. his heart dlled with curses, dashed trom. the door into’ the ‘street where he 3.” SNa'brought up against a man bearing « “Dod? dine uniform Ne otanother wage Wee Do I? Well, he 1s at No, 15 Hisky| “He turned to fo anecwer way, street Bi Me 'Foby ay, peacefully restful aanee 1d you?” asked Buas' atk, with a wel is head thy h ea eae! ten, | stdowed the farce, Of the blow. “8 Twenty- | am going after Foby, and then after) To Fernando de Soto—almost the only Spanish adventurer of his day who willingly turned his back on wealth and ease for the sake of mere honor—we owe the initial opening of the South- west and of the waterway which has for three 4,.—FERNANDO DE SOTO, the Man Who Didn’t Know When | He Was Beaten. a (ee ransom—50,000 crowns—for the Inca's release has arrived. Will you give me the order for release?” Pizarro, conqueror of Peru, laughed in his lieutenant’s face. “I do not intend to let him go,” he replied “lf he is good for 50,000 crowns he is good for another 50,000.” “But our pledge?” “Pledges are excellent things. Some of them are worth 50,000 crowns.” Lieut. Fernando de Soto walked out of bir chief's tent and shook the dust of the Spanish camp from his feet. To the fact that one Spaniard, at least, among the horde of gold-seekers who had overrun the Americas since Columbus's first voyage chanced to possess some faint rudiments of honor, the great Southwest and the Mis- sissippi River owe their discovery. De Soto had already made one voyage of attempted discovery before joining Pizarro's army, He had traversed Panama, seeking a strait which, he thought, must, somewhere, connect the Atlantic with the Pacific. ©. Returning to Spain, from Peru, De Soto ob- The Opening of tained the position of Governor of Cuba. At the the Great same time he applied for and received royal per- Southwest. mission to conquer Florida—at his own expense. ~~ Landing at Tampa with a force of only 600 men he pushed forward, to the northwest, into the wilderness. In the heart of an unknown land, surrounded by hostile savages, with no chart to guide him and with no definite hope save the accomplishment of his | quixotic purpose, De Soto pressed on, enduring untold privations, losing men by the hundred, through battle with Indians, through starvation and disease, His course across what {s now the Southern and Southwestern States was marked by a trail of dead. No wealth, no miraculous El Dorado re- warded his labors. | Passing through the Alabama country he came at length to a river; | greater by far than any he or his followers had ever seen or imagined. It was of turbid yellow and seemed the very Father of Waters. Captured natives called it the: Mes-a-see-be; and the name, on Spanish lips, became | quickly corrupted to Mississippi. Across it, in his northwestward progress, went De Soto and his men, | planning later to explore it, if might be, to its head waters. ’ | Through Arkansas and on to the highlands of the White River the tedious march continued, And there the hopelessness of the journey dawned on the adventurer. He had marched forth with dreams of brilliant conquest. There was nothing, save an occasional furtive tribe of Indians, to conquer, He had hoped to bring the Spanish King news of a great and gold-strewn country. He had found but virgin wilderness and one vast river. For this’ seemingly useless end he had deserted the ease and luxury of executive life in civ- ilized Cuba. Unable to force his comrades to continue the objectless journey a mile further, De Soto reluctantly gave consent to a return. But his hopes were dead and his great spirit broken. Reaching the banks of the Mississippi on the back trip, he fell ill and died, in the early autumn of 1542, in his forty-sixth year. | His commanding presence and his fame as a warrior had long kept the | hostile Indians at bay. Fearing lest the savages might fall on and demolish the luckless handful of adventurers should they learn of the leader's death, the survivors buried De Soto secretly and by night in the waters of the mighty river he had discovered. Less than one-fourth of the band that had so gallantly set forth on that wild expedition returned alive to Havana. De Soto's wife died of a broken heart, within three days of learning of the explorer’s death. | —~ 2 What the Ex- pedition Meant to Posterity. e © centuries been the mid-continent’s chief artery of traffic. Though De Soto—like Columbus, Cabot, Raleigh and many. another— | died believing himself an utter failure, he blazed a trail which countless | myriads of brave pioneers, nation-builders and history-makers were destined to broaden into a world-used thoroughfare. \ Anybody Who Reads This Column Will in a Short Time Know All That’s Worth Icnowing About the History of This Country. — More About Bill. By Charles R. Barnes. B From his skinflint grocery store, But, ike all the self-made grafters, He was always wanting more; So he leased the water power Down at Stebbins Bros.’ mill, And began to try Promoting, With a most surprising skill. ll, Using oll his cussed smoothness, He got up a trolley scheme; om the town!" he told us farmers— “Boom! Boom! Boom!” was Bill's pet theme. So he sold us teams of paper— Called it stock—preferred and such; But we found that it was loaded— Just another name for “touch.” mL ‘Well, to shorten up the story, Pruntytown was too blamed sma To support a trolley railroad, So it went against the wall, Bill, the slick one, had our money, And, although his victims swore, Folks applauded him, declaring “He's genius to the core! Iv. Why, they'd shamble to his office— It waa fixed up mighty grand— and they'd leave there, vastly tickled. lL ILL had saved a wad of money i find there an atmosphere s¢ cooxenal to me as this, 1? i “Guess you failed to visit the Chicagn Stock Yards," I gently suggested, eldos |: stepping with great nimbleness before | he could benevolently assimilate me, { John D. was conductin , ik me Group of oll-wells he had benevolentty assimilated from a bunoh of ° ents who had had the blasphemous se! Ife assurance to try to earn @ Mvelthood, “You pee," he explained, pointing tal, tho bixcest well, ‘the earth's eotion’ |. raises the oll to the pumps, The pumps |) reise it to the tanks, then the a ¥ 5 raise tt to the surface, and then’. x If he shook them by the hand. He was just a crook, a robber, But when he cleaned up us farmers Willlam got away with it! CLEVER THINGS I NEVER SAID,: By Lowe R. Case. “ ROME, the whirlwind had called to tell me of his latest stamp out Insur- nce Fraud. work to send graft: ers to jall is aw- confided to me at “qm afraid I don't get enough Living by his nerve and wit, oe F ILL" JE- District - Attorney, herculean efforts to “Tis ond) fully tiring,” he How much sleep a day do you sometimes will. As we were ‘up Elfnu remarked: . “We've been together for iy reory «qny should I return to the States?” mptuously sniffed my soft-hearted 5 So eal Gen, Wood, as playfully erent france situation. counted the Moro slain. “I lived in|" “No,” quoth I, humorously, “not America for. years, but never could f° @ yellow. cur-sory. glance,’ : sicep- : suppose & man of my temperament) )vana ther I reparteed wittily, “4 4 code, gepends,” I replted, reflectively, ralno tt to elghteen cents a gallon.” to ste e litying for re- frame oie: ; er he's qualifying ; ic von whether Mor residence in Phila- haan 150, estas. “AnGre: election oF ts Hamilton pent a Jolly evens | deiphia.”” ing ‘together, as four euch og ag