The evening world. Newspaper, July 15, 1908, Page 10

} f err e Evening Worid Daily Magazine, Wednesday} Park Row, New York. goaerm PULITEEN, Pree, 1 Rast 124 Street Entered at the Post-OMoe at New York as ‘Weet 119th Street, “lass Mail Matter, a The Event For England and the Continent an Reber ny Reged United Btates pe ‘All Countries {n the International and Canad Postal Union. CHIMES OF NICKELS AND DIMES. OUR BELLS on the forty-sixth story of the tower of the Metropolitan Life’s Building, on Madison Square, will be the most costly and the highest chimes in the world, The biggest bell will weigh more than three tons and the smallest almost aton, They will be hung on pedes- tals between marble columns. Every time they strike the quarters of the hour their music will be heard in thousands of hames, In the tower of St, Paul's at Rome are other beautiful chimes, paid Wor by the voluntary offerings of men and women of Catholic faith, as tare the chimes at Milan 4nd in Notre Dame at Paris. The Metropolitan’s chimes, more costly than any of these, are not he wotuntary offering, The Metropolitan is one of the two biggest industrial insurance eompanies which sell small policies of $50 or less, with the premiums \payable weekly in nickels and dimes, ' This is the life insurance of the poor. Most life insurance com- "panies will nat issue policies for less than $500 or $1,000 and premiums \payable at shorter intervals than quarterly or semi-annually. As the poor buy their coal by the bucket and pay three times as auch as the man who buys it by the ton, so industrial policy holders pay ) three times as much for their life insurance as do policy holders who are better off. At the age of 40 a payment of five cents a week or $2.60 a year buys $51 of industrial life insurance. For only six times the premium ta man can buy a $1,000 policy. The Metropolitan’s industrial policy reads that “no obligation is assumed by the company * * * unless on said date the insured ‘4s in sound health.” What is sound health, and how can the widow or the orphan beneficiaries of a $50 policy go into court and prove that the man was “in sound health?” Under the policy the Metropolitan need not pay the beneficiary at all, not one penny, because the policy says that ‘the company may pay the amount due under this policy * * * to any other person ap- pearing to said company to be equit- ably entitled to the same by reason of having incurred expense on be- half of the insured or for his or her burial.” Under this clause the com- pany or the agent can stand in with the undertaker so that the widow and the orphans wili get nothing. Another way industrial insur- ance is worked is if the policy hold- er does not pay every week his pol- icy lapses. If he is sick and the oe | collector, finding that out, skips him, the only way the policy can be kept| alive is for the policy holder to tender his nickel or his dime at the office. | How can he do this if he is sick in bed, or how does he know where to| send or go? ; Of every industrial dollar the Metropolitan takes in it pays back to the undertaker or the beneficiary less than thirty cents. Massachusetts has recognized the necessity of its insurance depart- ment looking after the insurance of the poor by providing for savings bank life insurance in policies not exceeding $500 at half the Metropoli- tan’s rates—and in Massachusetts the beneficiary gets the money. | What state in i ny these musical chimes will cost the Metropolitan does not nnouncement of its intentions. Its building has so far cost millions of dollars, Every one of these dollars means twenty yr ten dimes. It means that much more he Metropolitan y its poor policy holders, and even then it would be giving back n half of what Letters from the People. Wants “Bxama” at Neht. To the Editor of 7 iW Would Lyn ers, to head for ions a Let us Many a driving day finds out, and th a @t examen -jof the 8 PCA dn H put in a trough or statlor a a patis and h TRL His employer mig 4 lth An to Tipping. } ay 9 , a eet hee 9 ions w Too bew Watering T To the £7 1 For the last few days T Working on 4 jod a Hundred rer 1 5 to Thirteent fh diova: dawn Of Greek Extenction, Third avenue. and in my drive down [| To the F {7 ening World @ould not see @ watering trough south| Is the word “phonograph @@ Minety-ninth street. 1 know there Greek extraction? of Latin or OH Hospitality Is Often a Rather Dangerous Hot Weather Virtue. Mr. Jarr Found It So, but His Guest Never Knew the Difference. iy si res in'ire wotecaly parted in ite were : By Roy L. McCardell, 4“ OME on home to dinner with me,” said Mr. Jarr C sympathetically aa Jenkins, his friend and ottice mate, looked at his watch and exclaimed: “Great Scott! I'm too late for the 6,57!" ‘L know how it is, old fellow,” continued Mr. Jarr, “and you might as well be hanged for a #heep as a lamb!" “'T wish we hadn't got to shaking dice with that bunoh sald Jenkins ruefully, “You don't know what !t means to get home late to dinner, I can't catch a train now for Eust Malaria till 7.42 That will get me home after half past eight.” “Well, forget st!" sald Mr. Jarr. drink." “Oh, you can take {t easy,” sald Jenkins morosely, “You live in town and can catch a subway train to Harlem every minute or so, tut when you live out of town it’s “Let's have another different,”” “Just to show you I don't cate I'll stick around with you a while,” sald Mr Jarr, “All they can do with you when you are late for dinner is to raise sand, and they'll do that whether you live In town or not.”’ Jenkins demurred, out after another drink or so was so despondent he didn’t care what happened him. “Your wife will roast you good for bringing company home unexpected,” sald Jenkins after a while, “Not at all," sald Mr. Jarr, boastfully. ‘She'll be only too glad to see you. She often asks me why I don’t bring some of the fellows from the office up.” After a while they started for Harlem. Getting out of the Subway train they stopped for a few at Gus's place on the corner. “Of course,” sald Mr. Jarr, hesitatingly, as they entered the Jarr flat, "you tn’t mind {f the old lady {s a little out of sorts, but she'll be glad to see you jh she may not show It.” Mr. Jenkins felt as brave as a lion, Anyway, {t wasn't his wife. Mr. Jarr rang the bell, bit there was no answer. Then he remembered that Reddy the Rooter. (au wee SOME maa Quickaf GOSH. IM STUCK, ON THIS FANS Hie [You ImP OF SATAN! The Local By Maurice Ketten. ‘mother in Brooklyn that day, and perhaps go from there to Coney Island. This jaince, & July 15, 1908, | Fifty Great Love Stories of History By Albert Payson Terhune Laocoon, CeCe: SOOO NO, 9-ABELARD AND HELOISE, CROW! of thousands of eager, reverential students, in 1115, were A Wont to surround the lecture piatform of a rather homely, thickset young man, hanging breathlessly on his every word, applauding him to the skies. The lecturer who commanded such flattering attention waa Plerre Abelard, son of a Breton nobleman. Abelard was the foremost philosopher and religious orator of the century, While a mere lad he had upset many of the older theories and dogmas and had routed in debate the greatest logicians of France. At last, In the height of his fame, he estab: lished a school of philosophy in Paris. His reputation had spread through: out all Europe, Students from every land flocked to hear him. “I came,” he wrote later, “to think | was the only philosopher In the world.” Abelard at that time had lodgings at the house of one Fulbert, a canon of Notre Dame Cathedral. Iulbert bad a niece, Heloise by name, She was not only beautiful, but was one of the best educated women in Paris. Abe lard was induced to give her lessons in philosophy. gon > Heloise, when she first met him, was barely fitted, The Sage and but already had the mature mental powers of a growy Irl, woman, Abelard, who had hitherto been too much ab Qe Sorded In study to think much about women or love making, was attracted by the girl's wonderful mind, and soon by her charm of face and manner. He fell hopelessly In love with her. His love was abundantly returned by Heloise, to whom the homely young lecturer seemed the embodiment of all that was wise, good and beau: tful. Her devotion to him was boundless and amounted to blind adoration. To be near the girl he loved, Abelard remained in Fulbert's home and became regular tutor to the canon’s niece. Wise as the lecturer was in matters of philosophy, he was a novice in love affairs, and had scant skill in concealing his sentiments. Soon all Paris was talking of his romantic attachment. Partly to silence such gossip he turned hia back on the great possibilities that lay before him in the French capital and fled with Heloise to Brittany. His idea was to marry her and to settle down with her to a quiet life of seclusion. But the devoted girl would not at first hear of this, She knew how such a@ course would hamper his prospects and injure his career, At length she was prevailed upon to marry him, but only on condition that the marriage be kept secret and that Abelard continue his lectures, &c., as before, unchecked by home ties. She dreaded to become his wife, having a vague presentiment that {l-lueck would follow, Her forebodings Were destined to come true. Fulbert was informed of the wedding and was asked to respect its secrecy, Instead (flattered that his nlece should have won go renowned a husband) he at once made the story public, This revelation threatened to defeat Heloise’s purpose of preventing the mar riag> from interfering with Abelard’s prospects. So, through loyalty to her husband's inte 8, she publicly denied that she was Abelard's wife. Ful- bert was furious at this act of self-sacrifice and made the poor girl's life a eee ) escape net ee Persecution, as well as to free Abelard trom any Tesponsibility for her, y apnea Mae she ran away from Paris and shut herself Fulbert misunderstood the wife's noble motive. He thou, band had basely deserted her. In revenge he and some ip 4G Anive rast R broke into Abelard’s room One night, where they so e bene n aes wounded and mutilated the unlucky ph{losopher that Fulbert's { he lay for days at the Point of death, This catag- Revenge. trophe changed Abelard's whole future. Partly recov: nn @ ering his health, he gave up his public lite and lectures and, to forget his disgrace and misfortunes, became a monk. In the monastery he won new re pute as writer on philoso and religious topics. His letters to Heloise are Preserved to this erat ate marvels of literary skill, But, tiring of monaatic discipline, he fled to ine ou a & but and lived as a hermit Even here he was not left in » wlideuis dy the hundred came to the w ag nate and induced him to act as thelr teacher eh ae elard, exerting what Influence he had with ¢l th the clergy, suc: Perens a erased of a convent. He had rang: MICE ‘Ook on him henceforth merely as a beloved broth {48 ever, to his lightest wish, she consented to taal tee , , 8 this last id} race to place the wretched man wandered, untll, In Tania isto elolge at once came forward to claim hie body. Soon afterward she, burled side by side, Pere Lachase Cemetery, In Paris, ————+ 940 -—_____ Reflections of a Bachelor Girl, By Helen Rowiand, HE things a man wants in a sweetheart are no more lke those he wants in a wife than the things he Wants for breakfast are like those he wants for din- ner; yet he never seems to despair of warming over the ‘got menu and making tt do for @ regular diet, Social eclat !s @ man’ Nghted when he finds th the right one “out,” The girl who has entertained her flance every even- ing for a three years’ engagement may console he reelt with the hope that she won't be liable to eee so much of him after marriage, Mrs, Jarr had told him she would take the children and go over to see her) cheered him iinmensely and himself In with "It'll be all left something, a! he informed Jenkins of the fact as he let his guest s latch key, i nt,” he explained, ‘We'll get our own dinner, I know she's agh the servant eeems to be owt, too.” | a r the ice box disclosed a scrap of roast beet and some pickles, | gas range Mr. Jarr discovered an iron pot full of some mysterious + 's all right," he sald, “it's all ri’ (hic), there's soup. Walt til I heat it up. My wife makes splendid soup!’ | After the pot had come to a iboll Mr. Jarr ladled out two soup plates full, | “How ts't?" ha asked “Needs a little seasoning,” sald Jenkins, Mr, Jarr produced pepper, salt, ketchup and table sauce and he and Jenkins liberally dosed the Ifquid with the condiments, "Best soup I ever ate. the Waldorr,” said Jen trom the seaso’ “You bet!) Mr. Jarr. “Have s’ more?’ | y had some more amld further congratulations, and after the repast Mr, | Jarr saw his guest to Gus’s again and from there to the subway to catch a/ train home, Ss abllity to look perfectly de- ne wrong Woman “at home" and You couldn't get good home-made soup like this at , a8 he partook, with tears running down hig cheeks r Many a man has changed his mind about calling i ona girl tecause she happened to telephone anc d ask him to | A man will teil his troubles first te hls God, next to ‘his lawyer, then to his valet, and lastly—to his wife, LEN ROWLARD When he got back Mrs, Jarr and the children had returned. "T suppose you had your dinner, You knew I'd be out,” sald Mre, Jarr, : “Oh, Jenkins was here with me and we found the soup on the stove,” saia/ Cc Cc b N N eat os Co ature Notes, My. Jarr cheerfully “Soup?” sald Mrs, Jarr. “Why, that was just a pot of greasy water the gir) wp E hay entioned our neighbor, IMieodore Roosevelt, of Oyster Ray, left, Didn't you see the dishrag In It?" if Mr. Jarr grinned. | "8s: be said, “I saw it, but Jenkins, poor fellow, 1s drinking hard, He didn't know the difference,” Mee ee Ee cease Soa LG RSET Reo Cos Cob that Capt, Underhill pulled off his best massacry, If “Well, I must say!’ #he exclaimed, and then began to laugh. But she can't ; wi, as. iad read up on his subject’ he would surely have said something avout make Mr. Jarr admit the truth, although he passes up the soup course ever) ys, because it was a ‘bully’ tignt—much better than the one at Kettle Hill—and had buckets of blood to Its credit, In February, 164, Capt. Underhill, with 199 men, mostly Dutch from Fort Amsterdam, fell upon the warriors of the Sinawoy Tribe, In what 1s now Bill Peck’s back yard, and butchered about 1,000 of them, Bows and arrows were not of much use against musket balls, Only eight escaped alive, while twelve were taken prisoners and sold into slavery, This was @ pretty clean record for Capt, Underhill, It 1s quite pos- aible that a Roosevelt was in the mix-up as @ member of the troop from Fort Amsterdam, Anyway, It was worth mentioning along with Cos Cob, and much more exciting than Socialism or the Criminal Rich, Even at that early day Cos Cob had a namée—Petuquapcen—while Horse Neck had never been neard of, Now it tries to make all vhe noise, The sprinkler cart has loosened up a little in front of the places where it didn't get a tip. / People are asking how ft is that Garry Haulenbeek can get rich quick on top.of Strawberry Hill, selling eggs, if the Hens won't lay. As we understand it, Garry's Hens WILL lay. He has them herded In groups and classified by months, The Hens that lay in July are now on the job, and the August la will fall in next month, So he knows just where he is Which is the whole thing. In getting rich quick or any other way, Some say Garry uses $10 gold pleces for nest eggs, but this 1s denied, , Entranced by the beautiful strains of “The Holy City’ pouring out of the gramophone on Sunday night while the ‘phone was giving a eacred concert, one of the young members of Old Pop Muskrat's family crawled out of the pond, lover the sea wail, up Into Frank Seymour's back yard, scaring the children linto fits and creating much turmoll, Frank promptly relzed a broomstick and tapped the fresh young muskrat on the head, terminating his efforts to get Into society. South of Philadelphia muskrats are often stewed and served up as terrapin, but no one in Cos Cob ever resorts to such a subterfuge, although the pond Is full of them we other day Clinton Mumfi several tunes, but when he gets a chance to speak of Cos Cob he forgets, At Matinnocock on Saturday he unveiled a monu: t to Capt, John Underhill, with @ lot of talk about Socialism, and left out most of Underhill and all of Cos Cob. Now, it was at & By George Hopf. Now FER A CLOUD SCREECHER,OL' PAL AN’ THEN FOR THE SHOR BATS Sle [and white kittens rd, of Riverside, juet across hs creek, was out walking with Clinton, jr, Behind Tyson's barn he capled tires tttle biavk stopped to pick them up. Luckily Wilnton, jr, is a bets ie a E | ter nature. student 1 Pop. ie yelled a warning just In <lme for Clinton, #F, }to make the jump of bis life and a quick get away from Father and Mother | Skunk, who e out to give the caller a fragrant welcome, Clinton, ar, says |he didn’t think he could run so fast a Se) Z Me “g —< oe —— * \ The Eternal Feminine, "LL tell you vy | am saving money so that T can entertain my friends a¢ Ginner, Mare a aplier to her ¢ vy soared upward in | the ctfice ele Vv ver [am lavited & * out and do not have to pay for my own dinner, I amount £4 my little tron bent, However,” sha continued, with (ie particularly pieasint purr that sometimes @ scratch, “that plan won't do you any good, will It, dear, for you axe never invited out, ere yout’