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ee) oe —_ . ~ NBT aw wm 1 mo. 23. Evening Worid Daily Magazine, Saturday, oe KS Close, tten | If the Race Trac By Maurice K Pedlioned Daily Except Sunday by the Press Publishing Cempany, Now. 58 te : Park Row, New York ¢ JOBEPA PULITZEN, Pree., 1 Kaxt 184 Street, J. ANGUS STTAW, See Treae, 201 (eet 10th Siren. *——“Sntered at the Post-Office at New York as Second-Class Mali Matter, Budscription Rates to The Evening | For England snd the Continent an@ orld for the United States All Countries in and Canad Pr it 8b HE “UL LianT ON MY SUGAR EtRSti re One Year 50 | One Year. One Month. - 20 One Month ———— ee FEMININE CONTRARINESS. ME. ANNA GOULD has decided to defy her family and to return to France, where the Prince de Sagan will meet her. George Gould, who is the head of the family, and Miss Helen Gould, who is Mmé. Gould's elder sister, are united in opposition to her marrying another French no- bleman of the Castellane type. As between Pri Helie de gan and Count Boni de Castell: there is little to choose. Each a long trail of scandals making uf a life which was eventful only for its extravagance, its wastefulness and its disgraceful career. The estate which Jay Gould lett is still paying off the debts contracted during the Castellane marriage, and the Gould lawyers have not yet disposed of the new house in Paris ond other luxu- ties for which the millions of francs were either paid o ed. Mme. Gould is so determined to have her own wey that she has retained lawyers to see that she gets her own share in her father’s estate. This was tied up by a provision in the will that any son or daughter who married without the consent of the majority of the other sons and daughters should forfeit part of the inheritance. Mme. Gould claims that having married Castellane and divorced him with her family’s con- sent this provision of the will is fulfilled and that she can marry what further husbands she please: Gis eat VOLUME 43 ST THE NEXT. PASSER-BY 2Tot ANNA THE PRINCE faminins PouITICAL RACE TRACK NOT CLOSED THE CHORUS GIRL Helps “Boost” a New Song, but It’s Not the One Dopey McKnight Wrote. did, but {t would drive you crazy to see how that audience acted! They was @s cold as yesterday's buckwheat cakes. I could see myself how they'd turn ee eater c than the outspoken opposition of her family. The more her father tell her how the young man does not pay his debts, the more often her| brothers tell of his scrapes, the more frequently her mother reminds her | that he is not fit for any nice girl to be seen with, the more certain she | is in nine cases out of ten to persist in marrving him. ls nanrecranvercinsc erence OI TOE Ms DNB tee ttc AEN mv erenet imi mer nas ssa ry April 4, 1908. OOOOK :An Auto Story opyright 1907 vy G. W. Dillingham Com pany.) ‘i ‘SIS OF PRECEDING CHAPYERS. Cameron, disinherited son of a Scotch bujids a new sort, of in the great Vander up Race tn France, He names the hampion (the car lg supposed to tell ts own story), and makes it in secret, aided only by Jean Arnaud, a French machinist nister, Sheila, visita him at ron’s former rival in love. 80 building a car for the id privately tries to find out certain h's {mprovements, To thia end he Yroached Arnaud, The latter is angty cause he must stay in the shop and guard ampion one evening instead of going to his awertheart, a Brench music-hall kit, own ag “La Belle ‘Toinette.”” In Hugh's absence ‘Toinette comes to see Arnaud at fe, shop and eajolen him into shiveine of Champion's mechat Tur’ aud take eine there im, Invents the car to they meet her rich American father Start for Paris in Champ ray and Arnaud accompany t is plan angere Arnau, with Barr-Simons that be injured on the journey. CHAPTER V. I Come to Paris. F Arnaug had been planning any I treachery for the journey to»Parls, there was danger that when he went in search of another car he might Snd an opportunity of rearranging his ot to sult altered circumstances. T had not an easy moment until he came back, driving a mincing piece of fon, whieh, I suppose, called it- who Champion [self an automobile. It was all red paint and brass, and fussy little fringes on a kind of canopy. Off T flew, like an arrow, and my master had to be constantly slow’ town, otherwise we should not seen Mr. Murray and Arnaud again untf they had crawled after us to ) Paris. I kept wishing that this very best thing might happen, and did my ‘to bring it about; but my master wouldn't give me my head, much as he would—I'm sure—have liked doing After we had been travelling for some time and she had told anecdotes abo erself and her Hugh had told t his pretty sister, broke out suddenly: A Warning. “I wonder {f you'd t and officious if I said some , to you?” “I couldn't think you bold or ofM- cious.” answered my Master, "I'm not so stupid as all that, you know, | though I ame Britisher.”" They doth laughed at this, for they | had been chaffing each other about their | rival countries; but the girl still hesi- i} tated. “I haven't any right to say what I want to.” ahe went on “May be it will offend you?" | “I promise you it won't,”” returned | Hugh, who alwave said exactly the | Kind of thing I wanted him to say, as | I had often thought before. “You nk me very bold ng odd couldn't want to say anything which | would offend me. If it's about Cham- pion""— “Ob. I should only have praise for By Roy L. McCardell, “e HY wasn’t you around w W ‘Hammerstein's Victoria?’ Girl, “Kid, { George Gould has had a gveat deal of experience in handling men.! He should know better how to handle a family matrimonial affair. If} he had insisted on De Sagan coming to the house and edifying the fam- around and stare at my friends and the musto publisher's people when they Thad my try-out at] Eve me encore after encore. I got five call backs on every song, aml no thanka prepa ae ater iend neat asked the Chorus) 'o the audience’ What sort of people go to theatres, anyway, these days?) about Champion's chauffeur. I don't like was one knockout! William Mor-| Are they solely coffintrimmers and lady embalmers thinking how they‘ll have peace | hia face, Mr. Cameron, and I hate to ily with his knowledge of cognac, cigars and women, Mme. Gould would Hin i lowe cone dering, eeokingsmnalclear: tothe Cees a line ree tec nae neal | think vou trust him @o much. I watehed arate : he just can't get tiv dates for me, and, anyway, I told! Ttunately, Gagger said, them that hissed was right near a bunch of plano, the man, and he never once met your certainly have indulged in no clan- imine ouldnititeavel broadway: le lyers, who made so much noise shouting ‘Encore!’ and stamping and clapping| eye when he spoke to you. There's destine meetings and quite likely ‘But I wish Willie Hammerstein would be frank witn| ‘ia athe isses wasn't heard. | something oueer about his manner, too, | 4 i quae me. Is there certain parties that !s Jealous of me and| ut in spite of all them grouch guys and an audience that was so cold| I suppose he isn't mad, is he?’ she would have discovered in ad- think their acta would go for Sweeny if I was on the bili?) {Mat spring has been set back sixty days, my friends and the music publishers Tireq Q t, vance what a type of man De I don’t lke to say them things, but you know this business, | Certainly did give me one rousing reception, and all that now remains Is for! uu y and why should Wille Hammerstain keep out of niy way,| Willie Hammerstein to give me a regular place on the bill. The son, Say.) ‘ot he," safd Hugh; ‘he's only tired in confilence they was a waa! What taey had I was always nice to him? Sagan is. The worst way to get a woman to do anything is to try to make bloomers, but I had to take what they give me and OUt With hard work and many vigils, “But, just as I was telling you, my act go big! It 1 he most money to boom; and at that I spent a lot #nd his Latin blood te boiling with ex- a neat singing turn, and I will say that Gagger &/ Of me own mone chtement about the race. He'll probably e's musical firm, Whose songs I sung, certainly come) “I wanted to sing Dopey MeKnight’s new song, ‘A Poor O14 Bum May Love | Collapse after it's all over, but I don't 1 one big! ils belleve he'll fail mo while I need his Rov OME Canoete haoehym across with everything they knew how to make it ‘putt t let. 7 F a a spontaneous and unpremeditated success. composed the words, ns well as the music, and if you was to hear| Belg: he never has ye! The best way is to induce her “They practically closes their lishing house and had every emplo: y an g it without getting damp lamps, then not even the loss of} “‘Don't trust too much to his help. ag ty ath RB OF Job, even the shipping ‘kK, who has a bone felon. As Steel Aye! woul! ke you sho ” said the girl. “Think of all you've told to think that Laas her idea sea | head composer of the firm, said to him, ‘What's the matter with you? You ‘The first voice and chorus goes like this | me about his race—iow it means ® er; French, German and English to erab e lady's act simply because you got a sore hand? You ea stamp| “Oh, there was a young man, aud he came to New York City, [thing to you for your future What 1 : hy a Stre |can't you can join in the chorus when she says, “Now, ail together!’ And he got 2 job ina quarry, where he met a lot of college b. your man has been bought by those daughters may be docile a) Gane can't you? w you go to the office and get one of them college boy hats and| One night they tempted him Mtns | who would like to steal your Inven- monial affairs and let their fathers and Mr. Swipenheimer, our copyright man, will have your ticket ith that fatal glass of becr tion?” b i 1 iT hh 1 teh dd And bh it. a at pied ew F re i t joy box and will practice the college cry with you and t he Magwered to the door with delirium tremens! “It's angelic of you to take an tn- and mothers choose for them and nevernsee their prospective husband | works for this firm and is never satisfied, and !s always k! Chor lesa exclaimed Hugh. “But I think alone until after the marriage ceremony is performed. fs ast to boost the firm's songs. If we don't make songs appea!| Now the moral of & is: you misjudge Arnaud. If I win the ten Sate be ae : Lane by geiting them off good, how we going to sell them, and if| ive a Salvation Arr sa nickle, thousand-pound _ pri: But the American girl, rich or poor, does her own marrying. Fine GSO pen Gease? San tt GIy | But never try to kick her tambourine juiuran Peta eaae sae toed ls 0-2 g you, they had the shipping and office force as colle from the heart 1Pnoor!-Dop pws what real pathes| gq he's likely to kcep stralg pate “MOTHER EARTH.’ tlers for our firm were all in the too, a assoc with down-and-outs and Por ca rummies, andicenary motives, if not for iatti PERERA RATT GN f ' hen you has somet ppenls you can make so muc! 2 ui 2 b Emma Goldman edits an anarchist paper called “Mother hand, and [ itired » box The song that imp and appeals to outcasts 1s the stuff that's | yume nretiy French ail eha ae aoe iG 0 y French girl—who’ Her co-editor is Alexander Berkman, who shot Henry C. Frick ey to sing t h 0 st balcony, and pate sure flre success In § 7 TTT PE at a music hall in onions Tes aauae oses to be handed over to me besides the flowers I toid ‘I don't know why, ae tbath atten allie its athe belived heart) eariancetubelliavenitoriie iseemeline as a Bur, nderest time of the Homestead strike and served twelve years in the penitentiary for it. In to-morrow’s Sunday 3 hat writings explaining what they reg urge upon other people to coine! There are many other |sirl’s rather a swell in her way—hand- | some, and a great favorite with the musie-hall public—of which I'm not | By F, G. Long one. so I've never heard or seen her." Scmething Queer. nse was spared, kid Everything was did + Love In Darktown = Mo be ou git out! e reasons they | $e The Courtship of Cholmondeley Jones out fF snes ae World, one of the most beauliful of tl Ce ye STOH CHOLMONOELY ) [GWAN CHILE-ISE A We were close to a Httle place named ee ae ee ccc : : BOA’ -— is Worges les Eaux, It seemed, when the Miss Elkins, who Mm marry Duke oi » | ComiN?—TSE)\ COAG. SATIIWA (eiredicaridaahealaisaavoriuairas’ pictures beg he music from “Lor ig rey, iS) \ ETCH OF SWELL TER GIT OFFEN ly master pleased Arnaud by trail- Soir umn elt t= squime ,) C ng meekly at its heels as we d a story about the girl with mice in her m Waive CMISHT)] O08 DAT STEAMER Cirough the market-place of iedtaent Berea eaieri a eeaiciniad ja _& out again Into open country, Suddenly, : ig We Were trotting slowly along. be sold out before you get y sumoring Reddy, Arnaud put on his best speed, and the scarlet car, sur- : EE sed at its own wild pace, Jumped > > i a . ahead at something like thirty miles Letters from the People. an haar vere cha 3 Soul bo on, ever the first stretch of rising ground. “Hello! I said to myself, “It means @ulseaycainalers es : something queer, there's no doubt, and ee ie es ae k ; I must have been dreaming not to have 1 ne B zW : pies suspected {t before.” n rej the letter reg ne y ing Ww I would i i. rvertake Reddy, and see what Arnaud past s ad ot be allowe I E was about, but my Master.had no such: tha n: o ld not g anxiety. He was delighted to have the eur SHasmuntite a $ ~ girl comfortably to himself, I guessed, | pee Honascen eden f 1 CR y FISH-HooK- DOES YOu TAKE ME FER Sea athe uabhaainehenee te ein, cnoug Ravehoula sa Nah ) BEC EOS nil ae A_LoestTAn ? = tead of letting me rush on according A COSSTAN % < Mate worse with i! x One ) SAVE (ay to my will, Even then the girl had Women in Business, 1 laughed, while it was a fonder my carburation did not go wronk in my im- ( ELST I PERISH!) no suspicion, and the panier and bated patien 1 $ esa ihe Other Car, : When we did come tn sight of the 1 car again, she had slackened speed 5% tC ousands ie w we men b varu h ofa hill, up which sho was toiling almes' sind Yo \ painfully, and Hugh, laughing, calle! Gortunate ia if we RN out to Arnaud that really he should Vike a desirvble position. Now, could I ear have to pass him-now. there tona bo reversed ‘alliacaerteantantaient ania “We've just seen such a fine auto- these women married and in thelr| if their fathers were bora tn fore | swoblie, ealgia re OA UsEAy. en Me pone own homes, what a transtormatioa | countries? JOHN O'GORMAN, | -—— isha ones Bills om Uke akties | Hugh quite anxiou' with Speed to It} Champion | By John Colin Dane. you can yom get to 1 don't rth think t the pree- had any it occurred to my Mast of the “tine an nection with us gray cloud of dust in h ht t might 1 con, was only he dis- whatever and Hugh had for Mr. Mure : quicken even ity to do \ erat ings as a 1 overta he been mc alm stopped at the top of the . and waited politely fur Re to come up with us again “Your chauffeur was ¢ the men in that other aid Mr. Murray. “I don't know had had ow, they were Stationary in cross-road with | the poplars, w you must have (Rotleed jy : i and your chauffeur called out something to them in French. With they made off 8 If the r T can't {do ney My especially as the other 5 ii lish very eee didn’t call out b ecalieenh couldn't und ) ; fies ssid iO) Suspicion. My Master to s jthat Amand’. E sh fatied i emergen| I did ew tianctnan English « ave ma mo n 5 Murray because he cared to ley were s ed Arnaud. aything was the |needed help, and answered that jthey were all ri thanked me, Jand passed on the road to | Paris, They, pe: Started from | Dieppe before us, ang were en panne jat this place for some time. Probably We shall see them again on the day of the race." “There was no otlier car on our boat when we crossed last night.’ sald my Master. “No, monsieur; but I heard that @ number of men with thelr motors had come over by the previous boat, and , starting again |spent the night at Die | a¢ dawn.”’ ‘Were the men in the car French- | men?" went on Hugh. Men of Mystery. | “They looked Spanish, and I ad- (dressed them fn that language, which I [speak only indifferently well, but It | proved that I was right, | plied in the same tongue.” Hugh translated the conversation for the benefit of Mr. Murray, whose curt osity was at last satiafled; but not s0 mine, I remembered very well that Shella had asked her brother if he jthought Gflbert Barr-Stmons were a |Spantard, and I wished that he might |remember, too; but he showed no sign |of 0 much as recalling Barr-Simons's | existence. | I knew now why Arnaud had wanted [an excuse to be in front of us at this (particular part of the road, but T wanted to know more. I wanted to know what Arnaud had really sald in | Spantah. | As for explaining that he had fancied [the men might be Spantards, and tried that language on the chanoe, tt acemed to me all nonsense, for how could he tell whether they might not be of some other Southern nation? I didn’t believe that Spanianis could be told at a glance | from Italians, or even Frenchmen; but then, my suspicions were on the alert, | owing to what I already knew of Ar- | naud, and perhaps {t was not unnatural that my master and the others let the | statement pass unchallenged, Had I been able to choose my own pace, only shown my way by my Mas- ters hand on the steering wheel, I should have done the whole Journey 4 a few hours; but, suiting my steps | putty little Reddy's, and stopping a lo lime for lunch, it was nearly evening when we reached the outskirts of « | great city, and Hugh cried, “Paris!” ann “ Paris!” There was no sound of relief tn his voice, though—rather the contrary—and \1 guessed why, fr I felt somewhat as he did, It seemed to me that, though the worl) was @ very good world, and & fine Mace to run about in, it would ner bo as gay again if we were to lose sigh, of a pair of blg, gray eyes and a crown of waving hair with a cop- | per glint upon it, But we were not to }lose them—not yet, in any case—for Lim sald to Hugh, as we drove into Parls, [that she had made up her ming to be present at (ho great race, | “Dad thougt of stopping quietly in for they re- ~ impulse was to spring forward.) paris for a while,” she sald, “but I'll get him to take me wherever the race | 4s going to be, and then come back to Paris later.” ‘Perhaps he doesn't care m won't consent; he pout movors,” @ald y. epeated the gtr “Not consent! “To something - want? Why, what [do we American girls our fathers up for? He mayn't about motors—just whole bushel-basko! I'm going to see thal “Yt look for yo id my Mae ter. “And afterward? I'm not going lose yo rd, am 12" 1 afterward! Who knows abou’ the -alerwardy) And Lia laughed, eg if enjoyed tonsing him a ttle, When th ufterward” came, I tought about those words of hers, ‘and they rang tarough my cybnders somes ih ut T could” hear nothing rt slieing sound of them: jnotiing else but beautiful Lia Murray laughing, and saying: “Who knows bout the ‘afterward’? | aD OUE te te” Goutinved.)