The evening world. Newspaper, June 16, 1906, Page 8

veni The E Publishes by the Pres Publishing Company, No. & to @ Park Row, New Tork Mntered at the Post-Otice at New York as Second-Ciass Mall Matter. VOLUME 48.... 16.870. SIDEWALK Acti 5 courts Trust ing on the —— poration fert he full knowledge of t! to sustain It, In most other cases the obstructions date back to old Aldermanic stoop-line ordinances, and to remove them will inflict some hardship. But if they are illegal they uld go and the stolen sidewalk space be restored to public use. avenue below Fifty-ninth Street can be widened congestion of vehicle traffic terially relieved. Mr. Delany ment against a thi illegality of its cou thirty feet a on on this question follows closely on his argu-! ack “L" franchise and his able brief in the gas suit | challenging the legality of the trust’s existence. His opinion on the Steinway tunnel franchise is vet to come. But the disposition the Cor- poration Counsel evidences to use the law for the city’s benefit is gratify- ing. He is at least not spending his time trying hypothetical cases in courts of last resort and is not hampered by fear of supposititious re- rd THE NATION’S FOUL KITCHENS. An interesting outcome of the Beef Trust investigation is the discoy- de by friends of the packers of the need of a reform of the nation's ue appears to have been first raised in the House of Repre- when Congressman Mondell declared that the investigators “Quite as much or more to criticise in the kitchens of the best ds. Congressman Fulkerson chimed in with} g-houses are “cleaner than man National Association of Manufac- ms of sanitation and cleanliness the) houses are “far better than the average hotel kitchen or| a committee of th in general conditi ar that our kitchens must be pretty bad, and| need of investigation and regulation. Away with the uttered coffee-pots in which the nation’s breakfast is| roor disease germs. Those antique ovens out of e that mother made should be viewed with grave sus-| bviously inadvisable to entrust this reform to local super- mission, under the direction of Messrs. Mondell and a representation from the Association of Manufac- inted. | But all this in good time. Let us not blind oursetves to the real mstl-| sin Cl If there has been some slopping over by those who| everything is Packingtown rotten, it does not improve matters to should be th thi fa go to the other extreme and belittle the gravity of the evils uncovered, | BAVAASASAAA NASAL AASAA SANUS ASSES ULES E ANDRA EEE Hs SLL UUNTESOER AD CAAAAAAAAAAAANSAAAATANATAN TESS SORA TAARAAS MARSTON SEGASASASAS EET. KOMEAAEUMERSAASOASOATSOATATANOAS A ASOMIAEOSSAS ALTER EEESSRSSSLAL BK OAMAAAAMATAAASAAMAASOASEATASANGNOAAA ASSO ESANAAASAAAAOAA NASER E RCE (Copyright, 1903, 1004 by Harper & Brothers) Persistent, human portion—crted to him to pat! S0 actual, #0 clamorous was this sile combat that had raged unceasin, nt of his renunciation that at last in pb CHAPTER XXVI. (Continued.) 5 zi oe an. We can| *sPonee to it he pushed back his chair. fod Rael ci Meeteeeh | “It’s too Jatet” he said aloud. “I'm a fool. It's al] do—anything. It's not too lates | too latet"" ! there's st mifficient time. “Chileotei") Then abruptly, astonishingly, as though in direct | Pe. sates, teaitaoee eae ae Rites Tesponse to his spoken thonght, the door opened ng a m madness a » | 4nd Chilcote walked Into the room { been Uke playing with the most Infernal ex-| plostves? You may thank whatever you have faith fm that nobody has been smashed up! You are going back. Do you understand me? You are going dack—now, to-day, before {t's too late.” There was e@ great change in Loder; his strong, tmperturbatle face wns stirred; he was moved in Doth voice and manner. Time after time he re-| peated his infunction—reasoning, expostulating, | insisting. It almost se ed that he fought some tnvt rather than the shattered acknowledged to h the anger different sensat | Flotously strong. And it wns in time to this 5 ond feeling, this sudden, Inwless joy, that hi pulses beat as he turned a co truder, “Well?” he said sternly. But Chilcote was imperv! was mentally shaken and distre wardly irreproachab! Iapel of his coat—the violets that for a week past had been brought each morn! | Loder's rooms by Eve's a very ace on the in- le force is ved usly in his seat, It was the alities, He felt 1t—recog- clash of p instinct. ¢ domination had) Loder's ed on the fic potent In the govern lousy shot thro: tr attempt in ly It died away, superseded by anott } no voice in feeling of new self, For a © or by himself, the flow e struggled Lader's, “Well? he said again in a ge Chileote had walked to the tab fb atmner M8 hat. His face was white and uscles of ( ms nay aon his lips twitched nervously as he drew off his * gloves, pees Ae | “Thank heaven, you're heret" he sald shortly | “Give me something to drink?’ CHAPTER XXVII. © Loder brought out the whiskey and UT Loder did not leave London, Andthe hour! get it on the table; then Instinettve he turned » the day following his dis he him again In cote's furtive glance, the fur- hia fing to his waisteont ' tye surrounded by a cloud dropping of the tablc c e; a ps the! nt th n » h r e wi 1B wil attitude of pering d wa 13 NO t ing stretched Wh he s tumbler his voli . but try ras could not quite #ibdue*the eager force ng World’s Daily Magazine, Saturday, June 16, ARKED UP 1 NEW YORK | | | A about fn the For eley habit of if | o'clock ‘come can't mitted; but “Easy Money.” J. Canrpbell Cory. Ey lust. He be ny wa, | that the janitor « \ TUT -TUT kes But along tow £ TRUST MEE ID) SPOIE MONEY |! / | disinterested gene | doesn't know that the t advertising pi But that's after h Self lured hh two hur and happy k th a slot he's ready p a cat ina flat, dur he's re | safe that he calls a bed-1 He tells everybody he's 6 {t {8 the prospect of that lusur baci EES THRO’ FU! NY GLASSES. By Irwin S. Cobb. BOUT once in so long the stay-at lroad wanders you read hanker to r hed with the when lo m tov t o fn the match 8 that are written by purely Hie Aisense, knows an was nlaid border of c. Anyway, had the heart to chan as artis! t-home going to eat He discovers t | travels for < nd the o spreads him ng, with English langy | The traveller returns | weeks before he gets all é ulaSquerader bv MMatherine Weil Wiueton time said, “yes—T | began. —I have had a horribl ghtened. “Y Loder's lips | understand.” | The other glanced up with a gleam of his o! | suspicion. “'Twas all my nerves, Loder ‘Of course. Loder's interrup-; | tion was curt. | Chilcote eyed him doubttully. Then re: “|| took tho place of doubt and a change passed over his expression, “It wasn't my fault,"" he began hastily, “On my soul it wasn't! “It was Cha ham’s beastly fault for showing her into the m iug-room’* Loder kept silent. His curiosity had flared into sudden life at the other's words, but he feared to | break the shattered train of thought even by a | word. | Im the sflence Chilcote moved uneasily. “You | Bee,” he went on at last, “when I was here with you I—I felt strong. I He stopped. “Yes, yes. When you were here with me you | felt strong." “Yes, that's {t. While I was here I felt I could do the thing. But when I went home—when I went up to my rooms"— Again he paused, pass-| ing his handkerchief across his forehead. | “When you went up to your rooms?” | strove hard to keep his control. “To my room?— Oh, I—I forget about that, I forget about the night— He hesitated confused-| ly. “All I remember ts the coming down to break-| fast next morning—this morning—at 12 o'clock’ —| | Loder turned to the table and poured himself | out some whiskey, “Yes,” he acquiesced in a very | | Yes, of course.” Hection Loder quiet voice. At the word Chileote rose from his seat. His disquietude was very evident. “Oh, there was breakfast on the table when I came downstatrs—| breakfast with flowers and a horrible, dazzling| glare of sun, It was then, Loder, as I stood and looked Into the room, that the impossibility of it all came to me—that I know I couldn't stand it— couldn't go on.” Loder swallowed his whiskey slowly. His sense of overpowering curiosity held him very still; but he made ao effort to prompt his companion, ind excitement in his visitor's eyes. lething’s gone wrong!” he sald with abrupt fon ange, life had become a phoe- tence even while he sifted ~ next “he again, , Chi sald onc stirted, ‘“Yea—no—that !s, yés,” he stamme » had set down hi iss. He was ne: Again Chileote shifted bis position agitatedly, sing his handk his lips Loder mw al round the table. “Something's| “It had to be done,” he sald disjointedly, “I ha¢ in the t attr gone wrong,” he repeated, ‘tAnd you've come to] to do {t—then and there. The things were on the Leder, Looking at him more attentively he saw tell me. burean—the pens an 1 woodwor the din tell in the smok! hat th We don't realize that the best way to enj | New York and read about it. 4 ink and telegraph forms. ‘They tempted me.” Loder laid down Mig-glass suddenly, An ex- what his own feelings and the other's conven-. ‘ ne unnerved Chileote; he suddenly drop- tonal dress lad blinded him to—the almost pit-' pad into a chair. “Jt—it wasn’t my. fault,” he is to be feared that the angings done !n dill an addled egg 1 to regard worsted in lke the yolk of van wround the edges 4 t way, and the company never the introduction into the prevailing ; ' ngs he is the jolly cheered by the th re are 0 to talk shop all t a who puts Buffalo to ( to our hero garnished with riddle of this gladsome repast the train nu h eight 1 the se 3 and the travelle smoked a bundle of Wheeling stogles with his eyes | Then he hits a ch of countr re it hasn't is | and he inhales pulverized Iandscape for four or five st for po 9 our m nkers out THE FUNNY PART: the y travelling is to stay in clamation rose to hi At nbler touching the): table Ch » was ho expression 7 on th he him, y tempted ed like ma ward them eated hastily. “Thoy= they seemed to draw me to }§ I sat at the bureau staring at thenn for a long time; then a terrible compulsion selzodti me—something you could never understand—ana@{: st pen and wrote just what ff n't a telegram, properly % a letter. I wanted you back ¢ and I had to make myself plain. Tho writing off the message keemed to steady mo; the mere form- = {ng of the words quieted my mind. I was almosty ecol when I got up from the burean and pressed! the bell" bell 2” I rang for a servant. I had to send the | wire myself, so I had to get acab."” His voice rose to Irritability, “I pressed the bell several times, | but the thing had gone wrong—'twouldn't work. At last I gave {t up and went Into the corridor to call some one.” “Well?” In the Intense suspense of the moment the word escaped Loder "Oh, I went out of the room, but there at the door, before I could call anybody against that idlot Gr ing. He was look! for me—for you, rather—about some beastly ark I tried to explain that | wasn't in a siness; I tried to shake him off, but | worse than Blessington! At last, to be rid fellow, I went with him to the study” (To Be Continued.) see. 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