The evening world. Newspaper, August 14, 1908, Page 11

The Eve BOOOOODHODOOODQIODOIDHOOGEGCH/AETHHEOOSOHOGOOSOOOSNOODOOS 2 C OO ning World Daily Magazine, a BMOIOONG QOAVS Friday, Augu st 14, 1908. —e DO ODD C000 0000000000000 0000000000000000000. The -1- + ' § Those Million-Dollar Bets of John W. Gates Want to Write a Novel? | Madison Avenue : Will Jar Congress When He Takes the Floor ; is Abi Bae aed ee “12 orc «= Mystery » ih ah i: a i a: a: di: a: a> ci: a a a a: a a a aed The “Ex-Tanks’’ Man Which Is Cheerftully Given Here. rs *) WHAT {3 a! A, Did vou ever see a heroine whe By Seward W. Hopkins, J? Ue mails te J, novels | wanes nas A. A novel Q. How about des¢ribing her? Author of “Nightatice and Noezle.” ologist. Is a collection of| A, That's easy. Mention her hair, the By Clarence L. Cullen. fevered thoughts in color of spun “gold: also her dutoet @YNOPSIS OF PRECRDING CHAPTERS.| “But you! They need"— ot Tales of BxTanka” took form, and tones, shell-like ears, queenly carriage, Bessie Winthrop, a pretty New York gitl’ Never mind what they need,” sae i pia : prodwwes a lively winning smile, soulful eves, twinkling whose father dered (after being ris Hee pst 7 . : Fulned in Wall “atreetics Ie kidnapped. by |#ald, and seizing her he made qu! as 18 BI and Instantaneous) feet and snow white teeth, gendrick Mavie, a man about town, Bits work of knotting the rope and getting John W effect on the Imag. | Q. Who fs Richard Grindstone? jessie, undertakes to find her.” Timothy her out of the window. For just a mo- 8 the big ination, like belng| A. ‘Tho villain. Inger, a crook, tells Brainard that Maple 1 aleo known i Peter Wirger, thief, 5 ; erate vea Raa accuebesuneuelenien 10 @ men of the hook and later got « seat In Congress, mobile for be first hen finpoveriahed wand’ ‘killed’ her, father, (her and she was carried to the ground vos? suppone time or getting a| ow the kidnapper has carried Bessie to the In @ hospital was empty. ; ; | Bai Ae Rotte, See ae aiaic ‘Two days after he received this short Do you get It? A Are Tae noes the fleld with the h rence, Ga ey ; ’ & (Drive young fi Nellie Thorne, # | note: u @ : The Benteman | A, No, not many, only every other No, 34: from Texas," says Mad Lawrence Gaffney, Assistant Foreman CLAREN FL CULLEN ft Bessle’s, tells Patrolman Hammer. ton, who et he mvatery. that Willoughby ‘Thorne ts her own father, Marcia fe caught in a burning tenement, Gaffney goes to her rescue, >. | CHAPTER XVII. | showed no marks of suffering after her ay wot order end will vesime this | hOGA Ganlahal gener experience. Renner ae Fe oe al Q. How about studying grammar, Love in the Flames. CEU ER SPAN EME ICS UES LAR BT ll IA ALT Be |rhetorie punctuation, atyle, &c.? and face. jsings out John W., standing in the | A. The less you know about these HE flames were still burning flence- si ly and apparently gaining head- way, although streams Pouring in on them from hose tower, The odor of burning o!! mingled with the stifling smoke, “Incendtary!”” bullding {s and | BI | were | sald the chief. ‘Whose; ‘and Ment she swung In midair, and then the Then Gaffney had time to think of himself, Knotting one end of the rope to a heavy plece of furniture he was soon on the ladder and the building 1 want to see you, MARCIA UB GRAND. When off duty he called, Marcia Miss Je Grand received him as che would any old friend "Y svant to tell you how grateful T am,” she said, said once that if I was ever caught In a fire 1 wanted 34 to De on hand to save me. I little thought I would have my wish,” | “Why, I did no more than any of the | for maybe the moving picture people in galleries will some poor films the se if that comes off. the Speaker, pounding eplinters out of his desk with his rock-maul, ‘Is middle of the main alsle and beginning to pull mibber-banded bund'es of safe fron papes the size of summer squash from every pooket. “It 1s unpariiamentary to address the Chatr by name," says the Speaker, continuing to wallop the rostrum with his mallet. Be HE wie BET OM THe SPEAKERS DECISIONS WHAT H CHANCE ON THE CRAP FIFTY MILLION ON AZELINA! hit with an auto-| Q. What does he do? rabate from a gas | company. | Q. Well, I want to write a novel, A. Good. Wish you luck, |man, woman and child in the United | ates and Europe. \ Q. What {6 tho first step in this dl- rection? Jobrolete arts the better off yon will be Q. How many persons ought I put In \my story? | A. As many as vou please; the more the merrier, | Q. Mention some leading characters | A. Jack Stratehtgoods, Vivian Dush- janvay and Richard Grindstone, | boye dovallvthe (imoi' he answered) | @ two milliong to one that's Q, Who ts Jack Straightroods? i eG tate," son | lat my Ay if | tsi Le Grand est some one AN-\ wait 1 was surprised to see vou there.” @ bam decision, Uncle Joe!" barks John BEE Mes Ricks. A. He 19 6 foet tall, looks like a Creek | The Villain mo} er “Tt can easily explain that, The | Wa pulling off his Congress gaiters }god, and when at Hale College | : Gaffney groped his way as rapidly as Possible up the stairs, Tongues of flame darted at him from either side. ‘The stairs were hot and l!able to burst dullding ts part of the estate left by | my father. And on the top floor old Mra. Whitman has lived with those two | so's to get at the palr of twin bank wads he's got salted in the elastics of ; the kicks, ‘The sergeant-at-arms will escort the | FROM THE DOME OF THE CAPITOL Z A. Smile bitterly, snarl, hiss, curl his lin, smoke cigarettes and try to marry Vivian. Tee children you took from me at first. } i he anyones: He Ae ea SEH, SHH EED sruitcia tie CLUS GEG gentleman from Texaa to hile seat,” | eer ee aH a danger Tainted to nothing. He And she fs Bringing them wp. Bho 14 Pe eraT pat ieee pore eale | Q. Does she care for him? knew that Marcia Le Grand was some- DOr Nerself and her son-in-law Pays | wn tasing thirty, ten ana ‘Gene write his own ticket that !t'l! out more than elxtean splits to a box- |down there get hectic action for real A. Of course not, Jack 1s the real where In the building. her rent, She has been |three ways as hac eoRacs rain and hall next Tuesday week, or| ful, and the cold, catoulating beady-eve money on how many weeks {tl take thing in her eves. At every landing he shouted hername, tte, and T frequently visit her and |e seat ata Baath Meee ar that !t won't? that runs it has been fattening on'Texas the Penneylvanta avemue street car! | Q. How about a plot? Without stopping he listened for an a deltoneles. and sit and read jaown on his way over here!” bawle| There's @ poker club or two in Wash-| Congressmen for so long that John W. they're riding on to do the mile hetwean | |_A. That's easy, Throw a thrilling Beek andiiistensalln vale to her, You see, she has no one else. jo. wy, and then, to duck the man|{eton that John W. wouldn't be/qon't feoi lonesome at all when he the Capttol and the Treasury, and [rescue with a flowery spéech attached Once more he reached the top land- She has no kin, and does not come ex- wish the mace, he does an aviate to the |@shamed to invite his buddy, Charlle/ site in that’ help John W, some on his way into ey ery ¢ ter fog. The git] he had left there was ectly within the scope of charitable ang room, where he runs into Ollie /SchWwab, to drop into, and can't you ate! He'll ba able to sit tn a window of to and from his work Q. Where shall I get these flowery not there now | Workers James, of Kentucky. and double-dog-| the Players of the barnyard or old army| the Metropolitan Club in Washington Chavlle Gates already has a etock-| speeches? “Mies Le Grand!” he shouted. “Here,” came the reply through the, bravest gi: “You are the noblest as well as the 1 ever knew," said Gaft- dares Ollie to mat for money, mar n him two-hit pt , chalk or ciinkers game crawling out on the fire-escape when Jo stands pat on a dis- and spin pyram!d gambles as to how many Winges zephyr by a given point broking plant and a leased wire in | Washington, and df, when he h the| Get a story written Balzac or Victor spasms about A. Join a Iworary by some nonentity tik Pick out sey Gols, ney, impulstvety. lup to seven figures’ worth |torted nine high atratght, and looks out|in@ given time, and, when he takes the capital, John W gets a huneh to} URC poe POaeeieal “What the deuce? cried Gaffney, an She blushed at the sincere compl! Show me anybody that could have|ot the window while he gets some-| long end, can you see him pawing the o another railroad away trom Aug'e| OA ae Al as bl} he he followed tha volce, Long experience ment any more fun tn Washington than|tiing gix zeros affixed to It, and rug tke a dull moose when a moke!yjelmont in the mtddle of the night all| ieee matte Aad a enabled him to locate the speaker, “You Are the Bravest Man!" Barbed Wir Johnny. Washington, |then yawns Into his cuffs when he) fiineral dashes by headed by & dong | he'l! hava to do will ba to siida out of ain cavanidl thr them at random into He found her struggling with a wome| 4.04, hes 7 you sé, {8 lafd out in the shape of a| hoes in the kale? | band? tho feathers and call up Charlie and tell leeugiateeen oo an. Through the smoke he could see! enc talcmee Je See lL |wheel. Why couldn't John W. take| Up the Potomac there's a taro bank They don't play much fly-loo tn! him to start something on the chartered Q. When Tfintsh the story, how shall that che woman was old, infrm and ney felt that he was on danger fangs of his mateys up to the top of | that docan’t allow the dealer to cllp| Washington any more but visitors | wire, I rietaiea i Reoulaes aa thin, Dut ehe was squi ming and kick- |S stound. What had he, @ fireman the Washington Monument for rou Washington {s the town where craps of New York, to do with this imperious | | A. Run off with some divorced perm eats Mie Let GreD Bee Seria. | Naseat Gti av path emraRa aT vrermen (tte partics to play the Weshington | | wae written, and T suppore maybe the fon or eet arrested on some trivial ee ae ee presumptuous even to be tn her luxur!. | Wheel? | Crap Shooters’ Association, which holds The Heroine. charge like murder or blowing up ® “Why don't you think of yoursel(?” he asked almost angrily. He stooped and lifted the off woman from the bed on which she was lying. “Come,” he said; "this bed will be ‘on fire in a minute.” “Lat me be! Let me de! dle. I want to go to heaven ehariot of fire.’ I want to ) you for sending Cor, ma," ous parlors, He felt that he had over- | stepped the bounds af reason when he | had spoken eo effusivel:. | “L must be going,” he sald. “I thank | “When do you go on duty again?’ in a) She asked. ‘Why, to-morrow morning.’ “Then you'll stay to dinner.* You can see the Rennings track from | the dome of the Capitol, John w., it! the Texas oll-drillers send him to Con- gress, could stand on the dome with; a field glass and pipe the oplors of the kl-yoodies running at Bennings) and root for John Madden's horses to turn turtle and break a leg or two at the top of the airetch, John W, ts R Sins Against the Eyes. BADING on the porch long after the sun has set. Finishing the latest novel in a jogeling hammock, Ritting on the beach with the sun shining on your book. Staring at the water when the mm is at ita Orightest, Sitting eo the shifting light and the shadow of leaves from the porch or arvor play irregularly on the page. Letting the eyes get sunburned. Doing fine needlework in the dim light of a house shaded for coolness, |a.carnival In Washington every year, with a parade of floats representing a great local Industry, won't invite John |W. to be the Velled Prophet of the pro- sssion, huh? There's no use in talking, Washington | was made to order for John W., and he for Washington, and, if Texas doesn't send him there as a Representa ‘crowded train with dynamite, every position on the football team ex-| @, And then? cept that of water carrier, | dy Inefst on betng arrested. Refuse Q. Is he rich? to talk until some enterprising reporter A. Noha has to work for a HVID€| happens ciong, and then give out an decaure his father lost millions In |interview regarding reilgion and matrte bnopsore (ers iid vou ever write a novel? S. Who ls Vivian Deehaway? X certainly; othenwise 1 couldn't give A. The heroine. vou this golden, advice, Smith or as it Buc Q. Why mol oak her Mary ful? ‘A Moment of Danger. 'Ohi but Mins Le Grandar’-— just as fond of John Madtien, any day, Yachting or canoeing Without a broad-brhmmed hat or veil ag a pro- | Congress, why, tle Metropolitan Tun bean Tanel? A lv, When last seen {tt was “You've got a good chance,” cald | “There {s nothing to be sald. You &* ne 1a of Wround glass In hia morn+) | tection Crom the glare, i Association and the Personal Liberty) "4" you foreet this Is a novel, not a|wvcetly dreaining of better vg in one Gaftney. He clutched her, despite her|bossed me a tittle at the fire, and T/INS Java Not protecting the eyes with glasses or thick vetl when motoring on || League and the Saratoga Citizens’ Ass0-|trrg gtory Pe eae eer daat/ Sari tR-veBrRt Res squirming, and turning to Marcta sald: think T heard you swear, But I forgiva | Cn't you see @ tinted film of John fa dusty road or when travelling with open windows, ation and the Stud Pokersmiths'| g, fs she beautiful? turnutation of dust holding it down, “It you can't see keep your hand, you. However, I'm mistress hero and| : Poking Senator Hale, of Maine, tn These may seem trifies not worth minding, but they often lay up & J [’nion ought to apply the hornet to the| ———— Cee SU ER Stee) on my arm. guide you through.” | will be obeved, sir, My aunt, Mra, Jor-|th@ slats with a horizontal thumb and ff store of eye wtraine that give trouble for years. —Philadelphia Presa, Lone Star State mn the form of a ating-| Further instructions were useless. | dan, has heart me spenk of you and|C#!ling him ‘Gene and offering to ‘et| | Ing dooument—what's that you aay?’ The old lady's howls abou going up| would be quite offended if you refusad in a chariot of fire drowned every-|:o meet her.” | thing @se. But, carrying her in eplie He elanced at his clothes—neat of herself, and with Marcia's hand on enough, but not, he knew, what tho hie arm, Gaffney made his way again| men of hor acquaintance would stt to to the head of the stairs, dinner tn. | Tt was in flames. “I Know what you are thinking of,” The Bridge of Dreams. By Cora M. W. Greenleaf. BY to the bridge of dreams each eve I fh By R. W. Taylor When night unlocks the gate at close of day; Unlocks the gate with slumber's wondrous key, And sets my prisoned soul at liberty "Back!" he orted to Marcla ‘The|whe oaid. ‘Diami from | pan : mindows tn front! We can't get dowm| mind, Even inerueseay in pene WELL, LOOIE, I'LL RUN YOU'RE ON, Til tET MONK Unhindered thro’ the cool dim night to stray, the stairs.” dress dropped in to dinner don't get NOU A MAR: 0 Hun! 4 WHILE | Forgetful of tha ohaing that sha’ Back: again through ¢he atifling| trightened, It'e the ray the to aay ebiaen eu Monk ! ters ie fy i rea bat Comat atom AMMO Uen Oy he ANE ane ene rooms he led the way. Marcia was, clothes that count” ‘OU THAT E LEAD UNTIL Forgetful of conditions that must bé START wow! Through time untll wo reach eternity— Forgetful of Life's crooked, thorn-strewn way. | The bridge that"spans from night till morn for me That sullen stream that slowly (ows away, | Time's turgid stream of dull Reality There we may meet and clasp our own, and be Renewed to bear tho burdens of the day. | | Dear bridge of dreams, where fondest fancies play | almost overcome by the smoke, but And as it was not quit ehe wes stronger than the majority | this remarkable a Mesias Hf kirls of her age and kept pace with | the piano and played. im. “Dinner {i \? They reached the front windows. Peer | about the ineriahed Fae ae tog trom om, Gaffney received a stream to the Inet degree of {dlocy, full in the face. It knocked him back-| « M Hero!"’ ward, but though he felt like letting y As If they had known each other 0 he clung to the old invalid. tor a long time, she took his arm and, 1 CAN @EAT You! 1 GET OvT oF He shouted from the window and the stream was deflected. Then he aaw that! sulded him to the dintng-room. There the ladders were too short. they were received by an elderly indy | “Throw up a line!’ he #houted, severely drassed in black ‘A Ufe line was shot to him and by| “Aunt” ald Marcie, “this is my Yuck it went in through the window, | hero of the flames.” =~ | » Men on No. 2 Truck, knowing what} ‘We appreciate you ry much tn! he intended to do, rushed to the very this house, Mr. Gaffney,” sald Mrs, top of the swaying ladder to help him.| Jordan. “I have read stories of hero- “You first!" he sald to Miss Le Grand, Jeni Due es never qulsieo etal “No,” she said firmly; “send Mre.| jor wri Me Syacnan recente Whitman down. She has been ill w| Arg and i prenve Mares Meu ths long time and has two little graméohil- ny made the assistant foreman) dren. Send her’ down first.” feel’ t his ease, and when dinner was | “You fire!” he said firmly, over Marcta brought him a cigar, | “When papa was alive and we had| “I say no This is my house, I order you to send her down,” Like southern breezes on an autumn day! | O garment thet N the small boy wears suits htm more pertectly than this one made in Russian style ie ts (4 OUT OF SIGHT Now! (LL RIDE 'N THIS Waco men to dinner they always smokc@an the tibrary, If you like we'll go there tow, and while you smoke you may REMEMBER #200) “You"— tell me some of your fire experien 2 ed But she backed away from him into manner was having eine "experiance ‘ ey Zaye absolutely on emok Ww. ensoonc in bad ‘ad |cheie ‘Sdarcla talked and “mace “iin , Bay! tt has just thet touch of mesoulintty which renders it dear to his own heart while ttre maine childish in ef- |tect. This one !s made of striped linen, but the design !s adapted to all thems terials that are used for boys’ blouses — percale, madres and the Mke—and also the washed!e flannels | that are so desirable for the cooler days. ‘The quantity of ma- tertal required for the medium a0 years) ts 3% yanis 4, 2% yards 8 or 9 yards 44 inches wide, | pattern No, 6058 fs out in sizes for voys of 6 & 10 and 12 years of age. talk. And when he got over his feel- A Strange Summons. Ing’ of Nbadkemardtes Gattney could | « With a muttered curse he knotted the whe ‘They were tn the midst - Ufo line around tho invalid, and thrust: | esting converration when a “monte ing her through the window lowered cane Ranrena ‘ her, The men on the ladders caught | ,-Can you come to headquarters at her. Tho line was released, and wM!e past? yah Benen something £0] the men of No, 12 took the old 1ady to “Yow the ground Gaffney drew up the line. “Come,” she sald to Gattney. have nothing elss to do. 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