The evening world. Newspaper, July 29, 1908, Page 13

. Madison By Seward ~~ * PROCEDING-CHAPTERS, jo Winthrop, = Barnard Collexe girl, of a Wall street broker, Is enter: ig weveral colleg 1 wvenue home when a pistol shot | upstairs Bessie finds her father @ pistol at his side, Winthrop losing money, on wall street and ly committed sulcide. Bessie’s w’Riarola’ Le Grand, summons the. po- and an ambulancy, Patrolman esponds tothe summon: ‘omise to stand by Bessie. led to. Europe her fa iiiness, and Hammerton is hurt bin a hot, So Beasio ts left alone. Her jfather’s creditors leave her ally bpeantiess, eee CHAPTER III. ‘ , i ‘Absconded!”’ bepN her abject despair Bessie Winthrop I prayed for strength to bear this, ordeal~perhaps the worst that @ oltcately reared girl hes ever been forced to meet. Her mind, wéary and worn and now almost distracted, failed in any attempt ¢o reason out a method by which sh oul heip herself out of her diflculty Ann lo on with de to save have a fra- ng another, 60 her distress the turned to her chum, lege of Bessie rela La Gri knew that Miss Le Grand was tho ent from her mother of a monthly a!lowance much larger than the average lege girl enjoys, a he also Knew that Miss Le Grand’s purse was at the pervice of those who needed assistance, Refreshing hers by plication of cold water, she started out to seo Marcia. Tho distance from ono house to the other was not far, and tue aieps of Bessie were rapid The butler answered b “Is Marcia at hom asked Beesie, Her face was familiar to the butler, ‘Why, no, Miss Win owas his answer. “Mrs. Le G 4 Miss La Grand sailed for Europe yesterday.” Forgotten. “gailed? Sailed for Europe?” etam- mered Bessie, turning sick egain, “And forgot me?" “Mra, Le Grand’s son is very {ll at Baden. She received a cablegram to come there at once if she would see him alive. Iam sorry for you, Miss Besse. ‘Miss Le Grand told us of the dsath of your father.” Now completely stunned Miss Win- trop stood on the undeckied, week, tearful, She did think of Mergaret Brown and Nellie Thorne who bad been with her the night her father committed suicide. Willing they might be to help her, but she knew thelr own money was limited, and sha had never met the parents of elther, While she stood there, desperate, weeping, almost fainting again, a figure greatly contrasting with her own came swinging down the street. This was 4 young man, stovtly built, well, but a little carelessly dressed, with a great shock of tawny halr on which his hat sat so far to the back of his head that ft seemed about to slide down his back. His hands were in his pockets and he was whistling a merry tune, “Hall, ewee, chum!"' he shouted, gaily, when he saw the girl on the stoop, “Barnard-Columbla forever! — Three cheers for the-what? Crying? Now, in the name of the great wassall bowl, | hungry. Ann can let the undertaker !n what has made the jolllest girl of the crowd so melancholy? Where's Marcla? What's the row? What has come over: the spirit of our dream? Answer—I thirst for knowledge.” “Have you heard—nothing?” ed Bessie, in surprise. Her handkerchief went to her eyes. Billy Brainard was| one of the best liked men in his set at Columbia College, as Bessie was at) Barnard, Qtten they had made puns on bis name, “Tell Me All About It!” "No," he answered, with a sudden! sobering, ‘I have heard nothing, but it strikes me, -little woman, you are in some grest trouble, Tell me all ebout at ‘My fathor''——~ she hesitated, “Tell it like @ man and keep a stiff upper Ip. Is he in trouble?" ‘tHe has been. He 1s dead,” “Dead! Your faiher dead? Why, he was well énough before 1 wem away with the crew!” “Ah—I remember—I had forgotten in my trouble. You went away with the eight. My father—oh’'— Unable to tell him the truth she broke Gown, buret into tears again, and the bosom that had been torn by eobs for | what seemed ages, heaved with a sud- den rush of a new emotion—a new feol- ing, She could not, would not tell this ay young fellow the truth, Sho knew his gallant spirit and his genorosity, @he know that his parents were rich, But how could she put Into words a problem that would at once make his hand go Into hs pocket? “This is more sertous than I thought,” he said. “Where is Marcia?” “Gone to Burope with her mother.” “But where were you? She wouldn't go without telling you.” “T was in the Metropolitan Hospital.” Brainard’s eyes opened wide. Un- mindful of the fact that this was Mrs. Le Grand’s house, and sho and her daughter were away, he sat down and gently pulled Bessie down vear him. Chums, “We won't be noticed here, “Now, I want you to toll me all about it, We're chums, ain't we?’ Special attention to correct language was pot one of Brajnard's strong points. “I thank you for your sympathy," ald Bessie, “But--I can't tell you. I nruat go home.’ *Bet your Iife you must, And I'm golng with you. If there's a skeleton to dig up i'm going to do It, What? No mote college dinners with the en- twined colors on the walls? No more he sald. fun at boat races? I can’t imagine you | Deing #0 sad, Beasle.” i saya ‘Author of “Nightatick and Nozzle” |, a vigorous ap- | teps of tho mansion, | he Evening World Daily Magazine, Avenue Mystery W., Hopkins, hts When they reached the fhouse of Mourning Brainard stopped, “Why—the crepe ts still on the door, You didn’t tell me he has not been burled, girlie." He looked at her, alarm in his own eyes, She was evidently so overcoms, | and so weak, that when, In response to his masterful ring old Ann came to the door, he took the girl's hand, dragged her to the dining-room, forced her Into the eastest thalr, and then, as {f the hetr to the place, went to a esldeboard \ne knew well, poured out a glass of wine and set 4t on the table before her “You drink that." he sald. ‘Don't |hurry about it, I'll be back.” eet He went off in search of Ann. He {found her, a poor, old, faithful creature, | weeping in the hal] almost as Besste herself had wept ; ‘‘See here,” sald Brafnard, “you can talk, What's happened here? I know Winthrop's dead, but why are there no ; Preparations for a funeral? Why are the friends that have howled and | Sereamed at the songs of Bessie not lright at her side where they ought to be? What 1s the matter? When js th funeral?” | "I don't know,” eald the old woman. | "There won't be none, unless the police } come and take him away.” | Brainard stared, |“ Sulctdel” | “What do you m an altogether’ he lacked flercely ln esomething hidden In all t What killed Win- throp?” | “A bullet—he fired himself" | George Winthrop a sulcida? Mon: Broke? Now I begin to see, I certainly stupid. But why {8 there no one jthat fellow songs, ettes, she knew could sing comic a guitar and smoke clgar- A her eyes, “You see, sir, it was I!ke this: the po- [ce did come, and the Coroner, but tt was decided a clear case of suicide, and 1 was here, and nobody knew the cir- | cumstances but me, and they left me tn | charge, thinking that everything was all right." “Broke, én? Wall street hit him hard, T suppose? He was a bit of a plunger, {I've heard, Well, it'll be all to the good, except I can’t bring him back.” “There's a paper, sir.” “Give us It." | He glanced at the folded paper elie jhanded him, | “That's all right,” he sald, putting tt jin his pocket. "Now Bessie and I are | going out for a time, We'll straighter [out th Wy | Hoh ox to the girl | ‘Feel You look {t, Now |come w... me, Feeling that revistance would be as usclesy as {t would be foollsh, she ac- companied him. It did not take long to do what he started to do, To the nearest undertaker he took the girl, “Now we'll have the matter straight and done properly,’ he said, ‘I'm broke myself, but I guess I can touca the governor for a few hundred,” “Oh, I can’t! I can’t!" eald Bessie, “Barnard-Columbia, forever,” he said, land proceeded calmly with his Instruc- | tons, “we'll go eat. I'm and everythin will couldn't do j"l Can't Even Thank You!” “I-I can't even thank you," she said. | The undertaker had been taking in, tha scene, He saw the drift. { "I gupposo it ts your bill, air,” he eid quietly when Bessie could not hear, Yes; William Brainard, Fifth avenue} ldetween Seventieth and Seventy-first, T'll take this up at once, Do everything| right, "Don't worry about that, Mr, Brain- ard, I have heard of your father,” “Well, you'll hear from him at once,” Tho next step was to the Waldorf. It/ wae the time for the music, and under! |tne soothing influence of that the spirits of the girl took a turn upward. | The next mystery to be explained was the absence of Bessie’s other two chums, Miss Brown and Miss Thorne, [Their love and loyalty could not be | ‘doubted. | Brom the Waldorf they went in a) | taxtoab. The reason of the supposed desertion was easy to understand when it was explained. The shock of the suicide and the manner in which Bessie had| gone under and taken to the hospital had so upset the two girls that thelr be well. You) |parente bad w° “mt them oY, one to \Cape Mav, ov : to Atlantic! | Chy, | | "Gee whi’ sald Brainart "You have Jeon lonesane, Well, fight} |through logather, You have no rea \ tives now, have you?" A Second Biow. | “None, I'm alone now-s-ty much alone. I don't know what I shall do.” “We'll plan that all out after tho lim going to see the xoverner | now."* Bratnard’s father, thourh possessed of ‘tan Independent fortune, was cashier of a bank, There was still time to catch !nim, and thither Brainard went. As ‘soon as he reached the place he knew that something was wrong, A crowd siood or moved surgingly @bout the doors, but there was no ono entering or comiog out, The doors were close and there was a smell paper tacked on one. ainard fought | with a sickening sensat‘on, an stood sobving on the curb 9 bank's night watehman, al- t was not yet tline for aim to ty * matter here, Roland?’ gasped the old ¢ cashier has a \HERE COMES Looie } NOW DON! QUR BARGAIN! TA ?/The Million Dollar Kid T Forcer witt YOO RIDE IN.) MY CANOES, MISS SMTA? WE'LL QO RIGHT, TO BIFFANY 'S Now! |My EVEN WITH Looe! iy en's children. cause grown-ups considerate But let @ doctor say to a) @ 2 \ Crim 2 fora of criminal wh yould be too good} or her, and that 1s he woman who In- roduces a conta- eee tous children’s cot at . land be. isease among 4 er wom host of other | sea can row about In the bay without den-| and because of these safe amuse- ' ments, the mothers draw long sighs of| ‘?® I say children's disease advisedly, b® content and rock at ease are generally More mponch, O000000000000: and regardless of other mothers with children, seizes upon the most avalla- ble spot for her purpose and arrives, ho| bag and baggage, on the hotel porch, mothers, whole fami! The beach seems made especially for Yet here, By R. W. Taylor PAN were eA ntact, THERE'S MONK, 4 FRIEND Loni) (CHARME DY Witt WITH A PEACH! SSP SMITH lee ENNIS he vit tee ITH ME? 4) M y. SORRY BUT 1 DON'T LIKE, WILL YOU TAKE My ARM | MISS | SMITH ? ; CH, NOVE fNO, 1 WOULD RATHI i) ER 'RIDE TH MR. MONK! T HAVE S_ [> tavcnt HERE'S THE BROOCH.T PROMISED, You! \1'S WORTH IT TOASET, You ARE $0 KIND! BUT REALLY LOOIE Fa ITA, LOVELY te fOnty” $800, Boy! inal ‘on he Hotel Porch. i Sho expressed the amiable wish that every child would catch the diseass nd choke to death coughing, She de- Clared that when they were strangling o98 eloe OO LOUK state emphatically to the clerk that her child's cough was bronchial, and to tell the other ladies that they aeed not fear whooping cough {s frequen to} where she infects fifty ohildren before, However, in spite of this, the uneasi-|*!e would know it and be deeply pleased found on the the other parents have really decided ness continyed, especially ag the child] thereat, porch of the sum-/ that that was @ zeal whoop seemed feverish and constantly drank] Whereupon #he went. Being urged to ner hotel, who, al+| You think thas this cannot happen water out of the cup at the cooler at | hasten hough committing | because our health laws are #o rigidly the end of the porch. ‘Then her curses came home ¢o roost. a real crime, goes| enforced? At supper, when the dining-room was|The hotel didn’t burn down, but it rea and wunpun-| At a smart Mttle watering place on full, the child gave @ full-grown, well-|caught on fire, Fourteen children shed, when jail| the Jersey coast there is a hotel where developed whoop, caught whooping cough, also two Instantly some half dozen Indies left the room and told the proprietor if that woman did not leave the hotel at once vear after year, go with their ies, because It Is Bo safe. | Brown persons, And the only one who | did not bark and strangle all summer was one grown woman, who was In- The pier ts high and dry ex-|¢hey would. Consequently she was/stantaneously tréated by Christian high tide. Large boats cannot ¢old that she must go the next morn-|Sctence, Those who heal her cough ause of the shallows, Children gay that hers was the worst case of all. ing. | It ts in a trying position such as this t breeding shows, Anybody can be imitation lady when everything goes But {n an emergency blood tells, this case Also Yet she was instantly cured. Well, what of the whole affair? Was {t simply an incident which one must expect to encounter on the hotel porch or can mothers be educated to consider the safety of children other than their on the hotel| *" well. And bwod told in in the midst of this con- mother: “Get this child to the sea-|servative set, appeared a woman with | Tce shore, Galt air {s good for whooping/a ghild, both strangers, It was noticea| The woman cursed and raved. She own? and instantly that mother,|that the child coughed, but the mother! hoped that the hotel would burn down Can such a criminal ect ever be con- re to heal her own |took occasion to go to the office and and the proprietor perish in the flames, doned? Clarence the Cop JHE CATS IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD HAVE BEEN KEEPIN ME AWAKE O'NGHTS, | WANT YE2 To STAY AROUND TO-NKHT AND KEEP'EM, SUFFERIN CATS | jj WHAT'S THAT RACKET My ‘By C. W. Kahles a Jf THESE POLICE Dogs 1s JisT THE | THING FER KEEPIN: THE CATS AWAY, AN’ THE CAPTAIN 15 SLEEPINLIKE WHILE | GUT. A DRINK You TIED THEM HOWLIN' MUTS THERE | O' PURPOSE TO DISTURB \ ME SLEEP!! 1LL HEV 7\ YE2 TRANSFERRED! a | YOW-0-0 } O- 0-0-0 Zi | Vow 0-0-0-O “| WOW-00-- | Yow-00- wednesday, July 29, ROOD OUOUUOUOODU! The No, 8.—D’ye Like to Beat It Both Ways ?—Try Lloyds! OTIC the sure thingers whe tke to out then M stepped 1 CLARENCE L CULLEN . New York oft nine-day boat a hundred and twelve years ago T never slipped so much aa a two-spot to the Lloyds chalkers on someching to run third, but from what I hear t sure Know how to make book, must be torehiight gamblers, at that, for they tell me that in Limejulce Lane these Lloyds layers will scratch you olds on anything you dream about, and, if you cop, the stuff ts walting for you in an envelope on top of the cash rogister ag soon as you care to zephyr al {ing won't wear a green-and-pur ple four-In-hand at the Cowes regatta next ‘Thursday week come Michaelmas @ scribbles ft out on a@ slip, sticks It into the Lioyds window and he's on, If he wants to gamble that the Prince of Wales's map |ambrequing will catch fire from a cigarette next Guy Fawkes day he hands the memorandum to Lloyds, and the bet ta made. It he has a hunch that the Duke of Kakkyack Is going to be massaged on the ankle by a zebra the next time the Duke goes hunting {n Zambestland, why he goes to ioyds and they tell him what they're chalking against that, If he's got the pork ple priviless somewhere along the route of the Lord Mayor's parade, and wants to get a break in case It drizzies on the day of the parade and soge up his ples, he nudges etong to Lioyds, tells them what with the odds against rain eoribbled down with @ carpenter’s pencil. We need the Lloyds cinching system “Sticks It Into the Loyds window, and he's on. lover here, and it looks Ike we're go- Ing to get It, for they’re not only Lloyd- sing against the Bryan burn-up now, tickets against the Black Handers, If they work it right, this Lloyds thing wilh eaves Just before a cloudburst. After a while you'll be able to buy a Lioyds ticket against having a sywol- | len bean and a burnt-onion taste in the | face in the morning after a hard night at the office catching up with the book- keeping. After ‘phoning home to the flat that you won't be able to get up- town for dinner to-night because a ‘bunch of big-order buyers from Waco, Tex., have just hit town, you can elip out and purchase a Lloyds ticket as to whether she'll believe it or not. Thoy'll lay you either end of it, and Sure-Thingers —- Who Like to Play —— A Lloyds Ticket —— Against Hard Luck—~ ~ that, 4 ngiishman wants to bet that | alls him, and they hand tim a ticket) but some of them are buy!ng Lioyds) soon make the trading stamp gag look! ‘lkke something that rolled under the) WOR DOH ODIO, § @t « & Monologues of 0 Mixologist. é os} @ By Clarence L, Cullen & Author of Tales of ex-Tanks” & & ; You ean play ‘em both and still get no I arting on your summer vaca- e to stake yourself to ward that the 1 vegetables farm you're to isn't a mosquito-propagating nyintained by yellow fever ex- Who make expenses by taking “t bowrders while studying and ng the Before let- r wife pick you out a suit of” o buy a Lloyds against the bunch kidding you to death when you first put the suit on, You'll be able to buy a Lloyds coupon agains your death of cold five hours in ®~ oul be ab eatehing standing for “A few drops of strange perfumery on your coat.” i chilly wind at the bottom of that -escay lator at Luna Park watching the girls come down. You'll be abte to Lloyds yourself awalnst the quick-stuff toucher who tells you that he’s nafled a job in Chi- cago for @ hundred and a quarter a week, only he hasn't the price of the ride out there, and zil he needs ig | thirty, so hurry and glide acros; | Before you stant for te vel guide) show you'll go blow yourself to a Lioyds ticket laying you as good as @ven money thet you won't sit right in front of a fat man who's been inhaling win slings and eating pickled onions for chasers, or w @irl who's seen the how before and insists upon telling everybody all about tt, ‘4 When you tell the boss that you want’ the afternoon off to attend the funeral When you and the mwffe are just settling down to @ nap after the diz aaREE init EBs i e I i i i i that, joan have @ Lloyds tag aft purchassil aguinst your wife getting hep to | pushcarts I'm going to armful every evening. soft going to bed every fealing that, with the backing mp the pay-off line, | lose, even if the price of your lof Lioyds tickets fixes {t ao thet lcan't win, either. But f'e trouble trying to duck, and if the Lloyds Lay~ on Limited oan bulwark me against | q } 3 bother I'll let ‘em keep me droke | not mind It, Betty Vince A Perpetual Grouch, Dear Petty: HAVE deen golng with a young man for over @ year and am deeply In love with him. At times this young man {8 very cross, but I know he does not mean to be My parents think he means to be th's way, and want me to give him up, This ts very hard for me to do, as I have told him often Ip would do so, but he always promises me he Will try not to be so cross, My {fe ig very undappy at home, but sti I feel as though I can never give him up. Kindly advise me do? ESICK { mes with @ man of 3 separated from hls tell me that I 3! wite. My yuld not ge on Courtship end Marriage : OOO POGGOGOOOOSOSOOOOOOGYSHIHSOOOHOOOSOOLOGAEGOOS, nt’s Advice with him, but we are just friends. Do |you think I do wrong to go with him? | B. LJ, I think {t 1s unwise for you to accept the man's attentions, If he were dl- vorced {t might be different, but as he {9 merely separated from his wife you run the risk of having unpleasant t sald about you. As you seem to y of unmarried men, I advise you to go with them. There would be no arm receiving the man as a friend own home amity, in the prese = Bi eps v here uke It ak fast ] | i i ny f anywhere eperet ‘a out—the dash of me- re ae RM