The evening world. Newspaper, March 5, 1909, Page 16

The Evening World Dai Published Dafly Except Sunday by the Preas Publishing Company, Park Row, New York. JOSEPH PULITZER, Pres., 63 Park Row, Entered at the Post-OMflce at New York as Secon Subscription Rates to The Evening ) For England and the Cont!nent and World for the United States All Countries in the International and Canada, Postal Union. One Year... oe tenes $3.50 + 90. One Month +30 . 2.53 to |-Class Matl Matter, One Year. One Month MARRIAGE AS A RAFFLE. sear ze APT. BRUNNER, of Rutherford, is now on a honey- moon with a bride whose assent at was was won raffle, She a selling chances at a char- itable fair on two first-class steamer tickets, Capt. Brunner said that he would take a chance if she would agree to go’ with him if he! won the tickets. She agreed. He won. They were mar- ried,and it is to be hoped that, like, on the last page| of the novel, “They lived happily forever afterward.” Since, however, they have been married only a few days, that is yet to be determined, This suburban episode suggests, Why should there not be more marriages by raffle or chance? Could they turn out any worse on the average than the present American system? There are more divorces in the United States every year than in all the other civilized countries together. The greater freedom of choice women have, the higher is the divorce percentage. The more men some women know, the more likely they are to change their minds about the super-excellence of the particular man whom they first selected as their spouse, The success of matrimony, its happiness or its failure, depends on the woman, Men are pretty much as they have always been—eelfish, seeking their own comfort, easily handled through an appeal to their vanity, hard to drive, but easily led. When a woman fails to have a man do anything she wishes it is either because the man cannot or because she did not take the trouble of going about handling him right. Unlike the women of centuries ago, who appealed to men’s conceit in their own prowess, their physical strength, their sense of chivalry, and the usual masculine jealousy and desire for exclusive possession, the modern wom- an seeks to have @ man treat her as she thinks she would act if she were a man. Then when the man does not ti J, ANGUS SHAW, Seo.-Treas., 63 Park Row, Binney HIS DAY oF REST NEWS ECLIPSES IN ONE DAY Se LEEO™ ly Magazine, Friday, March 5, News Items. By Maurice Ketten. AND THEN ~ THE SNow~ CAME DowN oe act this way she asmames thet the fault {s his and that some other man {s different, Divurce from hus- band No, 1 and marrisge to hus- band No. 9 fol lows, Usually the ether man {s not different. Men are not so different after all. It is the women who are different, and the reason there are eo many kinds of | husbands {s because there are so many kinds of wives, | American women will not accept the German and French system of having their parents or older friends arrange their marriages for! them. Maybe the element of a raffle will appeal. To women who spend their afternoons at bridge or have little poker clubs, the idea of gambling for a husband should be an attractive novelty, | etters From the e * L _Peo they do. Certainly a Mberal educatior should teach them to act Ilke gen men. I have had a gran School education, but conduct myself like a gentleman wherever I may be Another thing) Why do so many high ple nm As to “Company.” only nay use tt "after his name, This dis- school and college boys wear the ridi- . might interest many What | culous clothing and hata they do, ad gal or experienced reader can Inform have such silly mannerisms? The good 3 as to this? A.B. education they Ing should teach them to What are td eA the opinions of others on this matter? Isa born " WILLIAM BOLTON. parentage entiti 4 “Fashion” in Flat Windows, of American citizenship, ev ‘Ms father never became a naturalized eltizen? J. F In The World Almanac, To the of The E Where can I f largest i tonnage? c navies tn t College Boys’ Queer Manners To the Edt: I was letter of the of the ue: number of Hig social gathering at often wondered b t ¢ollege boys act 1 Eve rested g lad ne Tht There hes X the ara, VICT He Mr. and Mrs. Jarr Talk ot Omens and Charms—On Friday, Too— | And After That They Go Out Arm in Arm to Get a Bub’-ikin By Roy L. McCardell. OW HLAT Gay {e ith’ asked Mrs, Jact, pausing at the door. ‘Tt'a Friday,” eald Mr. Jarr. Whereat, Mre. Jarr whipped the eight-inch hair pins out of her best hat and tm- mediately removed that mighty work of art. "Oh, gee!” said Mr. Jarr, dlecon- solately, ‘0 we } to be held up again?’ Are you going to make an- other change of costume?” "For goodness’ sake, stop twirling that ehatr! Don't you know It's bad luck? Mr, Jarr stopped turning the chair on the axis of one of its hind legs and sald, | years, but I've had them made over Tesignedly, ‘Well, what are you chang-|and curled and put on this hat.” ing your hat for, because {t's Friday™’ Certainly,” sald Mra. Javr, ‘Do you think I'4 wear my new hat for the first time on Friday? Why, It would be sure all right," sald Mr. Jarr, “I can't afford a new hat for every Gay like Mra. Stryver or Mra. Kittingly oan,” sald Mrs. Jarr, ‘and I can't af- ford to take the risk. Why, It would dust ruin these plumes, This hat will dom And she hauled out a box of mighty else beneath the bed and brought out her second best ld ‘Those plumes look good, too,” sald Mr. Jarr, “Aren't you afraid of spoiling them, for, of course, because it's Fri- day it's SURE to rain?” This was sarcasm, but !t was lost on Mrs. Jarr. She had the hat ping in her mouth, dut that didn’t prevent her from trying to reply. “Amblurf, bloor, wwered. "Take those mouth {f you are want me to hear,’ “Now, what is it? "a only saying,” replied Mrs, Jarr, dlurfer,” she an- | skewers out of your ying anything you replied Mr. Jarr. “that they are old plumes I've had for “If you think {t's going to rain Mr. Jarr, taking an umbrella from rack, "I'll take this." “Oh, please, pleas an umbrella In (Jerr, ‘It's ter sald the Please! Don't open nouse!”’ cried Mrs e bad luck.” | ae she took the hat pins tn her hand, | ‘Look here," wald Mr. Jarr, “if you are going to torment yourself with the do ft, but don’t be springing them on | me, for I don't belleve a one of them.” | Nevertheless he closed the tmbrella| hastily. ‘T never was one dit superstitions, and you know it," sald Mrs. Jarr. “Except, of course, about spillimz salt at the ta- dle, that means @ fight; or walking under a ladder, or breaking @ looking: wrass,” “Walking under a ladder isn't so un- lucky as {t's dangerous,” replied Mr. Jart, ‘and new mirrors cost money, hat ts unlucky from that way of look- ing at {t. But why you should think jit will raln simply because it's Friday wets me.” "I didn't say !t WOULD rain, I sald It MIGHT ral Id Mrs. Jarr, I think It's Mrs. Rangle who has gotten me #0 upset over those things. I never saw | such @ superstitious woman, Bhe ts al- ways making wishes and knockin; wood, and she won't cut her nalls un- less It Is the full of the moon, and she wouldn't walk across a funeral if you were to give her a thousand dollars, and | neither would I, for that matter She belleves in omens, then? Sarr, ‘Mr ¢ | J e WILL YOU GO FoR A WALK WITH KE, EDNA? HEY! DERE QoEs vIM thes BE DELIGHTED! ; WE'LL WALK OVER, 14) To THE ART MUSEUM ! ' HOPE You WILL ENJOY THE PICTURES| an The Million Dollar Kid # w 1 THINK SCIENCE AND ART ARE SQ INTERESTING! {9 A PUGILIST te? INN IVE NEVER SEEN ‘ How Lover ! yf e "It makes her life a misery to her,” sald Mra. Jarr, “I think {t's ridiculous. foolish old superstitions go ahead and But she did tell my fortune by the tea defeated. Now let me die!” The local p! leaves, and !t came out sald.” | ‘How was that?” asked Mr. Jarr. “Well, ehe sald I was married and had two children and was very gener- | ous and kind-hearted and had much to} annoy me, but everything would come out all right.” “Did she have to look in the tea leaves for that?" asked Mr, Jarr. ‘She knows | you are married and have two childrea and ere kind-hearted and everything will come out all right.” but that's the wonderful part of i id Mre, Jarr, “It 1s ali true, and she saw it In the tea leaves! She's ter- rfoly superstitious, though, and so Is Mrs. Kittingly.”” ‘Where are we going?” Jarr. “Why, ther new bililke ‘Bub, the Cherub of Cheer," sald Mra, Jarr, ‘and I want) to get one. Mrs. Stryver says they browsht her good luck since she's got rid of that cross-eyed maid she had.” “Bub, by all means, then,’ sald Mr, Jarr, “and Rilb and Blu} and Blab!" And out they went In quest of tallamans on Friday. ” asked Mr. By R. W. Taylor I JUST LOVE To WALK WITH ‘OU, MR. MONK! YOU ARE SO REFINED AND Nice! PIFFLE! { WISH 1 WAS A PRIZE FIGHTER ! H crt ae ARR CS & bargain sale of the l MOOOGOOHODODHDOOODA Fifty : Historical Mysteries | By Albert Payeonteruane H NO. 6-THE MYSTERY OF MARSHAL, NEY. ICHEL NEY was the best known, most brililant of Napoleon Bonae M parte's marshals. He was covered with wounds received In & hundred battles. Napoleon himself nicknamed him “the braves® of the brave” and showered him with honors After Napoleon wes overpowered and packed off to the Island of Elba, in 18M, the Bourbon King, Louis XVIIL, was placed on the throne of France by the allied armies that had crushed the Bonaparte power. Ney swore allegiance to the new King. Then Napoleon escaped from Elba, landed in France and marched toward Paris. Ney was sent at the head of a royalist army to capture him. But, at sight of his old Emperor, Ney, fell cn his knees at Napoleon's feet and vowed to serve him to the deatite Together they entered Paris, Louis XVII. fled for his life, and (thanks largely to Ney) Napoleon was again ruler of France. Then came the “Hundred Days” that ended in Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo in June, 1815, his surrender to the Allies and his exile to St. Helena. Ney knew. his own life was forfeit to the now triumphant Louls XVIII. He hid ina friend's tle, but was captured, tried, and condemned to be shot, The Duke of Wellington, chtef of the Allies, begged in vain for the gallant soldier's life, Louls XVIII. was stubborn and ordered the execution to go on. On Dec, 5, 1815, Ney was shot by a squad of soldiers in the Luxembourg Gardens. The time and place of execution had been kept secret. So few saw him slatny His body was hustled off to Pere la Chalse Cemetery, where {t atill Mes under an unmarked mound, The above is the official verston. Is {: necessarily true? In 1819 @ stranger appeared !n Brownaville, S.C. He was a fine looking man of foreign manner and accent, a military bearing and a face and body scarred deeply with old wounds. He gave his name as Peter Stuart Ney and sald he was a schoolmaster. The name was unfamillar In South Carolina, The memory of Napoleon's wars and of his greatest Marshal was still fresh in all minds, Peopiy began to ask questions. The newcomer simply answered that he had once fougii* under Napoleon. He evaded more searching queries. Tor the next twenty-seve.¥ years he taught school in North and South Carolina and !n Virginia, working fos $200 @ year and his board. Once, a French soldier travelling in the South caught sight of him and cried; “Mon Dieu, C'est le Marechal Ney!" One of his pupils was the Rey. J. L, Gay, who later rose high in the Eplacopo} Church and wi & man of !rreproachable veracity. Here, in brief, Is th» mysterious man's story as Mr, Gay and other men of established character wha knew the schoolmaster told It: Cine A Mock Execution? eens After awhile the stranger confessed to a few intimate friends that he wag |” Marshal Ney. He did not trade upon the alleged fact nor did he seek publicity. He was quiet and industrious, though hot tempered, and !t was only during ony of his very rare drinking bouts that he would wax talkative and tell some crony that he was the Marshal. Mr. Gay writes of asking the teacher once, in a fit of schoolboy audacity: “Are you any kin to Marshal Ney?" The man replied: “Yeu some connection,” and walked hastily away. He was a profound admirer of George Washington, bit called Lafayette ‘‘a traitor to Napoleon.” When the schoolmaster heard of the exiled Napoleon's death, in 1821, he burst into tears and rushed to his room. There he cut his throat with a penknife, The wound not fatal, He would not explain his attempt at suicide. When, « few years later, news came that Napoleon's only son, the last hope of the Bonapartista, had also died, Ney spent the night burning a trunkful of papers, and sald later toa friend: “If that boy had lived I should not be here!” To other acquaintances he showed a locked leather box of papers which he said would “one day astonish the world.” (But it did not. The moment the teacher's death in 146 was ane nouneéd, a mysterious stranger calling himself “Pliny Miles, of New York,” spirited the trunk away.) The teacher's handwriting, when compared by experta with fac-similes of Marshal Ney's, was found to be {dentical with them. Persons who had seen him declared he bore a perfect likeness to the Marshal's portraits, Just before his death he told the following remarkable story to Mrs. Mary G Dalton, of Iredell County, N. C.: “Lam Marshal Ney. I was told before the hour of my execution that my Hifo would be spared. The soldiers had orders to fire over my head.” He went on to say that the Dyko of Wellington's influence had saved him. As example was needed for t. discipline of the French anny. 89 it was arranged that Ney should apparently be shot. He fell, pretending to be mortally wounded. He was carried away to a cell, and that night was told to ride to the seaport of Bordeaux. He did s nd took ship for South Carolina. First hiding among friends until he had mastered the English language, he began his career as a teacher. He always hoped for Napoleon's restoration until the Emperor and the latter’s son both died Then he dared not go back to France, as the Bourbons or could he betray his secret without betraying those who had Hoa: The Exile's Odd Story, Chey) still reigned. Ni saved him. If the tale he told Mra. Dalton were true, !t may appear strange that Marshal Ney's wife and three sons in France never came to visit the exile In America, nor communicated with him in any way As the schoolteacher lay dying, he muttered In delirium: ‘The Old Guard ts ‘an told him he could not recover, The dying man raised himself on hi and begged him to clear up the mystery. pillow and gasped: “Betore God, Iam Michel Ney, Marshal of France Missing numbers of this series may be obtained sending one cent stamp, fur each namber required, to Circulation Department, Kvening World. J $ What Happens to a Millionaire's Money / 3 By F. W. Hewcs 4 GREAT reservolr of water, undistributed, leaves men and women to perish of thirst, and growing crops to parch and dle. So, also, vaults bulging with stagnant money leave men and women to perish In abject poverty, and ripened crops to rot within the fields and orchards that grew them. Therefore, what happens to the dollars of tho millionaire ® question of the first Importance. Those of us tvho helleve in praying for material blessings will do well to pray long and earnestly that rich women will never cease to buy $10 hats and $1,000 gowns, with diamonds and other jewels to match, That they will continue to give balls and teas and entertainments of the most expensive kind, That they will be recklessly extravagant In gewgaws and fold js of every description, bes cause {t will be good for us who depend upon an Income drawn from the multituds of operations Involved in producing, merchandising and transporting all those gewsaws and other gimcracks that go to keep extravagance at a high pitch, Let us hope that rich men's sons will continue to spend thelr father's money as foolishly as they are reputed to do, Not because tt will be good for them, but. because It will be good to have the money poured Into the wage-earner's moneys channels. Let us doubly hope that the rich men may be prospered In thelr money-get> ting, because they will not let It He Idle, Whatever thelr wives and children do not spend, they put Into stocks and bonds, and thereby turn tt Into the wages Let us be thankful, too, that neither the dollars of the o Into the wages earner's money-channels. rion nor the dollare of the poor are of any value save as they channels of active cireulation.—Harpor's Weekly. ———_—_—_---- ¢ = —______—__ i, 7 A He Wanted to Enjoy the Chickens i 9 HEN Justice Luffum opened court in a small town in Southern Georgia, W one morning !ast week, he called loudly, “Jones against Johnson," A dignified gentleman came, to bar and sald: “I am Dr, Jones, Your, Honor, the complatning witness. My chickens were stolen and found In the poss session of'— “One moment, doctor," the Judge Interrupted, ‘We must have the defendant at the bar, Jones against Johnson! Jones against Johnson! Is the defendant | present? Is Willan Johnson In court?” A tall and shambling negro shuffled to the bar, ducked his head, pulled his woolly forelock in token of respect, and grinned a propitlatory grin, “An's Willyum Johna'n, please suh, Jedge," he said, “Ah doan' know muffin ‘bout no ‘fendant, suh, Ah'm jes’ de man wot took de ohick'ns,” “Don't talk lke that,” the Court warned Willlam, ‘You ought to have a laws yer to speak for you. Where's your lawyer?’ “Ah ain't got no lawyer, Jedge"— “Very well, then." sald His Honor, "I'll asaign a lawyer to defend you.” “Oh, no, suh; no, suh! Ple-e-aase don’ do dat!" William b Ww not?’ asked the Judge. “It won't cost you anything. Why don't you want a Inwyer?”’ ‘ell, ah'll tell yo’, suh,”* jaid Willlam, waving his tattered olf hat confiden+ “Hit's jes’ dis-a-way—ah wan’ tuh enjoy dem ohick'ns muse!” tally, Harper ae A Tax on Electric Light. Weekly. HE proposed tax on electricity in Germany ta atill receiving a great deal of T eriticiam. The tax Is to be levied on fllament lamps in proportion to their watt consumption, and it las been pointed out that carbon filament lamps will be taxed to nearly 60 por cent. of their market price, while metal filament lamps will be taxed only # por cent. of their market price, Arc lamps are to by taxed accordingly to the weight of the carbons, which la manifestly unjust, for the quality of the carbons should be considered rather thay thes weight, J , « A \ f WV) ! |