The evening world. Newspaper, June 14, 1906, Page 12

, eee <<. _The Evening World’s Daily Magazine, Thursday, June 14, 1906. . Prophetic? SAMs By J; Campbell Corey, INEW YORK THRO’ FUNNY GLASSES. ‘ ark Row, New Tork Mail Mazter. PwbBaed dy the Press Pudiis Enter the Post-Omce By Irvin S, Cobb. HERE'S a new field of frultful endeavor for the n who do expert testifyir the day, week or | know It. ‘bug-hunters VOLL 0 , and they don't © go on the stand prosecution doesn’t | The brain lobe entomologists who are willin and show that a prisoner is dippified providing th put up eight dollars more for proot of sanity, are entirely overlooking one of the largest bets that ever offered opportunities to thrifty alleniste. They ought to be devoting thelr energie summer yacation when court tan’t in eeasion to study of the pecullar fc et tual souffle which track on a Saturday afternoon. port is a conserva- ul old Mr. Tightwad waa comes over the n who goes down to atte aking him by and large the Satur tive, not to say short-walsted, spender. The orig his blood uncle. that opens like a plack- 1irt, and when he ts called on to pay an ex fare he has to go out on tt k platform and ur dress. The chances are that he was reared {n one of those orthodox or blue mass households where he was taught to regard with suspicion everybody He carries his ange in a little 1 et and keeps {t buried in a pocket in hes unde er p ——%< who didn’t belong to nis pa’s church He grows up with the idea that the world and that when the crop fails everybody will try acid substitute. He feels that there {s a universal conspiracy to snag him loose from his bank roll, and that unless he sits right by the bedside ing the lit- tle savings account by hand, some miscreant {s going to steal it away in the night and leave a stage money foundling in the cradle. Naturally games of chance are about as pop h him as a can of -——- Yo TAKE MA TIP- SEA ROBBAH'S to benefit Indec irge lemon grove, nd him a tartaric evils revealed ers” who are se abuses are antagon welfare of the put the best Interests of the pac THE SUBWAY VENT HOLES. calm assurance wi borough manager Streets to make ven It is necessary sweat-box atmosph company should rip up lating devi and fence off s Broadway has to all intents a as if by ri EDN SNth of 4 American beef is at pres k y the joy of purcha ity in the wo: He thinks draw poker is tit-tat-toe. and the gentle p beating the market is made as But about this time of th of a draught in on his track fish the mo: ead pencil Ike a system for COLOR AND THE PALA The cher ervatives and ers appear to have built humankind’s sense of color Naturally bacon finish” which “t in preferenc ted liver col brands of a som “white as snow” would attract customers. Is not w who prepare fo in Mf im ? s ho! for merry Wh I| e he At home in the ¢ Rockefeller on Standard O11 n John D. minnow pond he be blue ether. A total stranger whispers to him that he has {t fn got it from a real tout who wormed It out of a gc 1 fror to yeart r shad symbol of 4); Gz purity? \ Creeping Paralysis cannot lose unless the jockey ¢ This color deception of the palate is an old trick of the trade. The} \ logs and hides) them where the sagacious creature) ca: them, Ee Sia a é i Fer With a glad cry the conservative spender rushes into the shed and man knows a secret at | N invests a week's salary in a fossil remains that ought to be fn a hospital for connoisseur raves. to their salabili glow of whisk thing is the exte the treatment of club feet Then he strangles a post on the home stretch and sees Creeping Paralysis beaten so far by Walking Typhoid that it {s difficult to tell ff whether the noble animal {s finishing last in the fot fifth, LZ th race or first In the has been carriec ucts. If this g ERADAAAADEN TEGAN T ENTE “ THE FUNNY PART: = And next Saturday he'll go back and let the stingaree gaff him again, CSREES ELE eR VS TOON EORAE TAR EAAA8 98 ORSON TNFR TEES ete ast eananeeeeeel RAAT AAA OTE OES ESTEE ETE E Tet T ETE TTT ETT Eee tt at ea tts atherine Wecil tWiurSton, | the gallery; but his own surrender was a different) him call to the conchman. ‘hen she heard no hatter. nore, arriage passed round the corner of He had Jeaned out of the carriage with the im shall and dipped into the traffle of Piccadilly! tention of looking onward toward the cause of the nt down again until her soft hair brushed his delay; instead, by that magnetle attraction that! ; and the warm personal contact, the slight,, undoubtedly exists, he looked directly in front of, 1 5 $0 suggestive of her pres-| him at the croup of people waiting on the little. afresh. {sland—at one man who leaned against the lamp-: do you understand? post in an attitude cf apathy—a man with a pallid, I have loved you always—from | wnshaven face and lustreless eyes, who wore a cap‘ As he sald it he bent still nearer, | drawn low over his forehead. ; . her forehead, her hair, He looked at this man, and the man saw andi ment the horses slackened speed returned his glance. For a space that seemed in-} »pped, arrested by one of the tempo-|terminable they held each other's eyes; then veryt that so often occur in the traffle of} slowly Loder drew back into the carriage. As he dropped into his seat Eve glanced at him } with h!s,own feelings, scarce-| anxiously. y ly noticed the halt, but Eve drew away from him| “John,” she sald, “has anything happened? You! | laughing. look 11. f You mustn't,” she sald softly. “Look!” He turned to her and tried to smile. The carriage had stopped beside one of the} “It's nothing,” ho sald. “Nothing to worry. ym lands that intersect the place; a group of; about.” He spoke quickly, but his voice had sud-' ns Were crowded upon {t, under the light| denly become flat. All the command, all thedomi-. | vehemently Seng she atid tO ET tria had ever ¢ ! | of the electric lamp—wayfarers who, Ike them-| nation had dropped away from it. upon:t t | selves, were awalting a passage, Loder took a] Eve bent close to him, her face lighting up with | Sots Fe cursory glance at them, then turned back to Eve.| anxious tenderness, “It was the excitement,” she+ | ; H “What are they, after all, but men and woren?"| said, “the strain of to-night.” gou j } F] he sald. ‘They'd understand—every one of them.”| He looked at her, but he made no attempt to eat : ie Ue laughed In his turn; nevertheless he withdrew! press the fingers that clasped his own, : : j [iis arm. Her feminine thought for convention-| Yes," he sald slowly. “Yes, It was the ex-' alities appeaied to him. It was an acknowledg-| citement of to-night—and the reaction.” , : } ment of dependency. (To Bo Continued.) t | afl; For a while they sat allent, the Ight of the Hy i } street lamp filekering through the glass of the * [L/ window, the hum of volces and traffic coming to THE BETRAYAL j : . |e them in a continuous rise and fall of sound. At ny | first the position was interesting, but as the sec- A Thritiing Romance of ‘ 9 | onds followed each other {t gradually became irk- LOVE MYSTERY INTRIGUE * Vv prams: | some. net watching the varying expressions NvilitAppenn denteliscnnl “You've proved yourself worthy of her. Good-night!" of Piyein:tace, ere, jmpationt of the, delay igre THE EVENING WORLD t suddenty eager to be alone again in the fragrant) yoginning Saturday, June 30. The first tne, r m8 = =n 7 IST 72 ——————— | darkness. atalment will comprine a large, handsomely ntiof ehension, He acted| Impetled by the desire he leaned forward and} qinstrated color xnpplement, | In ) of purpose that he| opened the window. “Phe Betrayal” In a story you cannot aftorah Hie had found a new capacity{ “Let's find the meaning of this,” he sald. “Is| to min. V j R nd he w yong enough to| there nobody to regulate the traffic?” As he spoke By E. Phillips Oppenheim, h 1 Pinkdiemasine tt |he baif rose and leaned out of the window, There Fat E: t } he r cloge to him he repeated his dec-| was a touch of fmperious annoyance in his man- pa HBL sid Se ates itself they and asain, as though repetition| ner. Fresh from the realization of power, there|,.° bclanialian! Terran ih lame etnies BID proph he in thats found no need to question her feel-| was something irksome in this commonplace check | the Yellow Crayon, A and His Kingdom «0% ht d Jivined it In a flash of in-|to his desires. Enoch Strone, A Maker of Ulstory, ae sh tho,e u ‘The Prince of Sinners, Anna, the Adventuress, od waiting In the doorway of sible to g out ot this?" Eve heard ond A Millonatre of Yesterday, 1