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Cara “ene SER aaiorio. PubMed Dally Rxcept by, ing Company, Nas. 68 to 68 ree ah fete” Soa ‘ ‘4 ANOUs SHAY. ee end PULITZER, Jushor, Beo'y, at the Pi et Now i-inen Matter, Bes ita: VOLUME 51.. TRIAL BY HORSE SENSE. ECAUSE the jury in the Robin case brought in a verdict in direct opposition to the evidence given by five eminent alienists, and declared Robin to be their “common horse sense” and ordered the trial of the accused to proceed. The phrase is in a measure confusing since it has been usual in the vernacular to distinguish between common sense and horse rense, but that is a matter of no moment. The essential is that the judge expressed in an emphatic manner his dissent from the whole body of expert testimony given by members of a learned profession. He approved the overriding of technical knowledge by “horse sense.” It now it, could be assured that legal technicalities will be swept out of the’case by common sense, the public would be happy. But the result may be merely another trial and more trouble. —— ot ANOTHER SUGAR MYSTERY. UT of a suit brought in New Jersey by the Na- tional Sugar Refining Company against the heirs of H. 0. Havemeyer comes a statement from one of the directors of the company that $10,000,000 worth of common stock possessed by the late sugar king has paid to him or his estate $2,500,000 in dividends since 1900, The statement is the more interesting be- cause it apparently contradicts assertions given out from the office of the president of the Sugar Trust last November to the effect that this common stock had never paid dividends. The revelations that are coming up and out from the Sugar Trust in the various investigations are as full of strange facts, mys- terious doings and startling contrarieties as any that ever were brought orth from the dust of buried cities or legends of purple pirates. How could there be millions of dividends for the king and none for the commons? And with such skilled bookkeeping, too! a FACTS AND VIEWS. MBASSADOR BRYCE, speaking before the Ne- tional Press Club at Washington, said newspaper men are divided into two classes—those thet deal with facts and those that deal with views. He added that the presentation of facts is much the more important of the two. he issue is purely academic. In reality every presentation of facts is made from a particular point of view, and every view is an outlook on facts. Still, the theme is interesting. Mr. Parton, dis- cussing journalism in his biography of Horace Greeley, says: “An editorial is a man speaking to men; a fact is God speaking to men.” On the other hand, Adolphe de Blowitz, who practised journatiem with success, said: “One clear paragraph of comment can express more than @ column of news.” ; By mere coincidence the point at issue was ilustrated by a phrase quoted by Gov. Woodrow Wilson from former President Patten, of Princeton, in a speech immediately following that of the Ambassador. President Patten said it is a characteristic of our time that men are so inconsistent in their ideas they go about “all their lives wearing a coat they cannot button up in front without splitting it in the ” How many facts would it take to present that view? | $+ GAS PRESSURE AND PRICES. TEN the fight was made for eighty-cent gas it w generally believed that the fixing of such a rate would benefit the public by decreasing the cost of what is to some extent a necessity of city life. Experience has taught differently. In many cases the gas bills have been as high as ever. The Pub- lic Service Commission ig going to inquire into the mystery, In the gas business there are many factors and among them are some that bring price and pressure into close relation to one an- other. Hard, indeed, is it to keep even with the captains of in- dustry. POE EE Re The Evening World Da sane, the judge commended them for what he called | Wa BE INSURANCE HAVE ou ANY SYMPTOMS INSANITY 4 NONE WHATEVER ily Magazine, Thursday Febrn Such Is Life. By Maurice Ketten. NoTHi WRON | FULL oF HOT AIR. cellent taste (Copyright, 1910, by Doubleday, Page & Co.) to a hotel, with my flance to engagements with BYNOPAIB, The, ay Haatucts cul after a, sures of | Ceremony. © convent, urled vont Seal tare fot het sick aunt. "ruare 54 tea Aroma sgn perients, fe thot s ep ‘warns Chapter VI. E argued that there was no use tn H waiting for happiness, and I ar- Rued to myself that the sooner I embraced my sacrifice the better, It was all arranged when we entered St. Joni Dr. Ray was standing in the hall as we came in, and Mr, Lloyd, ra- Giant with his successful courtship, went up and held out his hand. “Congratulate me!" he cried out itke an impulatve boy, Dr. Ray looked from one of us to the other and his face went white, as I had feen It do once before “Tt is true,’ T admitted gently to his inquiring gaze. And { felt no pleasure in my power to hurt him now He turned back to tir, Lioyd. “Then 1 do congratulate you, indeed,” he said gravely, and walked away. He had not said a word to me, And he had not touched WIM Lioyd's hand, 1 ‘Keene: The De: Characters: Mim, FANITOR rings Horner's bell. Mr, H. (answering)—Hello! complaining about the hea Janttor—No, air. working. (Rings Mrs. Oakes's bell.) Mra, O. (sweetly)—Yes? escapades as the follies of youth and to believe that I had now settled down into a permanent affection Mrs. O, (nolemniy)—Really? Once more I set about the business of buying a trousseau, 1 spent. my | do you know it? days in a round of shopping and Atting, the more sedulous because of Mr. Lloyd's insistence on euch a hasty mar- riage, My evenings, of course, were |@evoted to him, for he had, with ex-| (one "Mi Honk! Honk! Mr. H.—Why don’ Mrs. O. sees so little of her anyway. Mr. H--Nonsense! W Mr, 1.—Oh Mrs. 0. (archly)—. woukt défend such a gift-any gift not inspired by affection, | say. “What 1) warrant have you to degrade others?” ery UU) fares the land to hastening evils grey, + eye |. Where wealth accumulates and min dem," gg gle E Hart]. There can be no defense of tipping. It {do not think she is fustifed in eayiog ly “setae: enorelly wrong, "No wonler people in Europe speak of 1G BROWN the bad bringing up of Amel Food Preservatives, ‘ dren.” Are you quite sure, * To the Ra The Evening World { that these were American children who| If we were more select in making pro- } threw the snow at you? 1 do not) Vision for the table and did not accept think it fair that “Mrs. B.” should im-| everything o by tradesmen the Mediately plave the blame upon our| dealers in deleterious foodstuffs would { American ehildven Just heonuse the ine | Ot Prosper these days, Ignoring the seldent occurred in A Snowball | Por duality of moat. peultry, exgy, ae ice ge childven, | DULter, do, offered tor sale, many are Tea whed American (eles are so overdosed with sat ay to Ghildren' ¢ 1 thinks it] B® Pose Ajurlous nd certainly un- | Bes oats accident, | Palatable. Large quantities of seit pre: is Lrgelvita’ nee why ony 4 should | Serves butter indefinitely and makes it aim a snowball directly for « lady's) Weigh more, but as some other provia- eye. R. DD, + ave put up in airtight vessel [2The Stam of the ite there can be no good reason why th 0 the Kaditor of The Evening W | should be so imich salted. he ouston ~ Pipping (an un-American, imported | of oversalting eatables, making them @vil, foster child of busin Wedded | unwholesome, has become a ni to servile involence and father of all | watt) is doubly degrading, A man is ebamed when ie tips, tn low 4] A Gas Com ing Akmself to ride, and twice shamed | ya hme “ot the Nae Vek consumer that another brother man should sink | of Mean charaea tains #0 low as to be th edy recipient of a| t¢ ant waa wh | Petty brine at © Bn of the Itoh w Can any r Paim.” There can be no pride of hon-| t¢ ha helee aa eet wage well earned, no iionorable 5 been tested, and the company sends Tempect, no decent dependence on one's| notice if the bill is aut pald It will own labor where “tips obtain. It isa! turn gas off. I am sure T am 5 payt @itiable reminder of the days when| more than formerly, and it hard to Might trod roughshod on the necks of| be in darkness at this time, as'I am slaves, the souls of men. To all who's poor sewing woman. c 8, Mrs, H.—Well, don't you think you cou! Mr. H, (horrified)—@uffering cate! Mrs. Weber a minute, Oakes! Mrs. O, (indignantly)—My little game! ments where sedate married people live, “1 don't eee ‘much in these auto mobile shows, do you?” “New! Nothing to do but rubber around and get tired.” (Mra, Oskes lame her door in a rage.) Mr, H, (sotto votce)—Good Lord! Now faate, removed my Gressmaker and whence he visited me with punctilious| scarcely time to think of Dr, Ray, and {t wae with some surprise thet I en- countered him one night just after Me. Lioya had left me. Copyright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World), Widows’ Wiles. 18 soung widow), Mr, Homer, Mrs, Horner end the Janttor, Mrs. O. (aughing eweetly)—Oh, T've just got some common sense, that’s Mr, H, (leaning over dangerously)—And you're awfully pretty, too! Because I know a man would rather have his wife to himself. Mrs. H.-dDidn't I hear you lead him on, you artful sirent can you blame the men when you know what the women are nowadays? Mrs. O. (in tears)—How dare you wpeak to me that way! Mra, H. (venomously)—There ought to be a law barring widows from apart. How oan you expect a poor, innocent man to battle against the insidious wiles of a woman like you! méliimer, I had tm the corridor The Dumbwaiter Dialogues By Alma Woodward Janitor (surprised)—Oh, are you home eo early, Mr. Horner? 1 just wanted to know if you had enough heat up tn your apartment? Mr. H.—Yes, it's nice and warm up het Why, Mrs. Horner I wanted to find out how the new heating apparatus was Janttor—How's the heat in your apartment, Mre. Oakes? Mrs. O.—It's very comfortable up here, thank you. now to present Mr. Lioyd to Janitor—That's good. (Closes door.) Aunt Alison as my prospective hus-| Mfr, 11,—-You don't en to know where my wife is, Mra. Oakes, do you? band, She seemed very well sutisfed. Mrs, O. (with a ttle shriek)—Oh, Mr. Horner, how you startled me. 1 didn't He had good connections socially, and yoy you were there! 1 heard Mrs. Horner say something about shopping this he made a good appearance, Aw for | Know vou 0 ms 1 7 vo | aon. MU lena a naa fae eax Ook 8 |" Mr H--Huh! ‘Then T suppose T needn't expect her home for a couple of hours her they were inseparable from hix| more, 1 got off early to-day. good manners. She seemed satisfied, Mra, O. (with sympathy)--You poor men 4o have to work so hard. Women too, about my stability in this inatance. | never appreciate what business really is! She was Inclined to regard my past Mr. H. (delighted)—You're the first woman I ever met who gives a man credit doing anything but eat cigars and support a bar! Mr. H. (sitting on dumbwalter doorsi!l)—You're an awfully jolly ttle woman— Mrs. O. (blushing rosily)—-Really, Mr. Horner, you know you shouldn't say etty why shouldn't a man widow! hen I'm home? He you come In thia evening? Mrs. ©. (hesitating)—Well, T can't this evening, Lucky dog, whoever he is! 4 how do you know tt is a “he?” Mr, H. (almost falling down shaft in his eagerness)—How do I know’ don't you ever get downtown around lunch time? I have another engagement. fay, Volce (two floors below)—Maybe, but I don't think so! My wife! Mrs. H. (coldly)—I juat happened to come home early and stanped in to see I've been intensely interested in your little géme, Mrs. ‘My heavens, how Mra. H. (aweetly)--I'} be right up, Henry, deart 7 the peal atull! The eter wes only bluff! Henry, my boy, treats moursels to @ bracer, Qaceuee vew'N nned-(th lights had been turned low for the night, but even in the dim glow pervad- ing the piace I could see that Dr. Ray looked more than usually grave and deeply moved, “Wil you come back into the parlor with me @ moment?” he asked. And I silently acquiesced. There, in the brighter light, I saw that he was indeed deeply moved and grave with the gravity of death—or life. He motioned me to be esated, and then he came and stood defors me, looking down at me with eyes of such purpose- ful love ae might have stirred a more Phiegmatic woman than I. “Sylvia,” he began quietly, “you once told me that I was the right man.” I dédn't answer, I couldn't. I was breathiess wih excitement and amaze- ment. And #o he went on: “But I let you go because I ‘believed my firet duty was to God. It's needless for me to tell you what thet renuncia- tion cost he. You know, for you know that I love you, But I betieved that to be my chity, Sylvia, and I had to do it." “Yen,"’ I sada gently, “I am eure that you did what you believed right. You always would. 1 honor you for that." “But right changes! he cried out suddenly, “Surely, duty may, change?” The outburst, following his calm tones so unexpectedty, echoed reverberantiy through the room, It sounded like a challenge to his -own soul—a chattenge to God. i “Duty may Change!" he repeated. ‘Tt HAS changed for me. I could leave you when T thought that I left you safe. Now—it te different. For if you marry William Lloyd you wi! fing yourseit straight into perdition!”’ 1 put up my hand to silence him, but he ewept impetuously on: "I tell you that I know the man! I know his life. It 1s black, Sylvia—black! Do you think I would have warned you for ‘anything less “His Ife won't -be black now,” I said. ‘He has told me that he has not been @ good man. But he has told me, too, what T can do for him. I em going to save him—I can, That's why I'm mar- rying him.” “You can't! No one could. He ts al- body and soul. But I am ve you!" I breathed. “I'm going to marry you! You are my duty now. It will be’ enol in God's sight for me to save you, re for the others already.” come at last-—the surrender, But even as the exhilaration flooded over me I felt that the drama, gor me, was finished. Tho superb olimax had come, and pow I wae ready to ring down the curtain, Unconquered, he would have remained a hero to me all my life, but at my feet he was simply a man among men. Nevertheless, ft wae a great soene— 4 great trdumph—and I was not the one to spot] @. He knelt gown iby me, and I let him put his arms around me and draw my head to his shoulder. And after & while he began to talk to me of the termible etruggte he had passed through before he saw ‘hie way clear to me, of how he had toved me afl the time and how that love had tortured him, and of his joy now that he had come into his own, yet reconciled to his conscience, ‘Oh, he satd Deantiful te me that night!—| that well ‘woman to Hife and afterward, Ani bis id yet I knew that he couldn't hold ee} Ge Be ary 2 | ERE'S SEY Henry,” said Mra. { » Bach ever since. | ding while two people eternity? It's always the dog and the husband that have been kept on a leash have to be advertised in the “lost” column. Don't tru to flatter a man by telling him that you “understand” Rom, | because down in the bottom of his heart every man secretly fancies that he is a deep, dark, fascinating mystery. age to keep tabs on all day tong. Marriage is a lottery in which everybody crpects to draw a prize—end |geta a surprise. their wives. A woman never can understand that wistful took that comes into Rer husband's face when she begins to teN him about the men she might have married—and didn't. Silence may be “golden,” but to e % By Roy L. McCardell. letter from Uni Jarr, Gertrude came up from the letter box and the meilman’e call and put a smeared missive by her & letter,” but she opened tt and etarted to read it, denitting her brows and muttering her impatience at the quality of Uncle Henry's pen, ink, paper, spelling and dandwriting, all of which were of the poorest. “What does he say? Want money or @lothes or both?" esked Mr. Jarr. ‘The letter was addressed to him, but ‘Mre. Jarr usurped all the mai! that came to the house. She also considered tt @ breach of trust and confidence when Mr, Jarr received any mail at hts office, “Oh, he doesn’t say anything much, said Mire. Jarr, “and I can't eee why @ ‘man with as much money as Uncle Henry hae wouldn't expend a little of it in buying @ ready letter-writer, I'm Reflections ofa &% & & By Helen Rowland Coperight, 1911, by The Pree Publishing Co. (The New tors Weald plementary proceeding”—and man hae garded woman as nothing but a suppl ven all, the making of Eve was merely @ “ Doesn't it make you shudder to eit still et a w stand up to be TIED—in fifteen minutes—for A man's idea of a perfectly trustworthy woman is one that he can man- Trying to cure matrimonial unrest by stampingsout divorce is as fooMeh as trying to cure the scarlet fever by treating the complezion, Married men have an idea that the way to impress a girl is to invite Rer out to luncheon and then spend the time talking about their devotion to \ $$$ The Jarr Family A Raral Relative Sends Ina C. Q. D. Call That Makes the Breakfast Steak Burn Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishfng Co. (The New York World), gure I can't make out @ word he's ou certainty have some queer Uncle Henry was Mrs. Jarr’s relation, ‘but ahe blamed all the annoying sort on Mr. Jarr and took unto herself, as her very own, the rich and pleasant famfly connections on both eides. “Wheat does he want?" asked Mr. Jarr. “He wante something or he wouldn't write. At that, he generally Is too stingy to pay two cents for a stamp and we have to pay for hie letters at this end.’ Mrs. Jarr stopped puzzling over the letter and peered at the envelope. “It looks to me as though there something queer about this stamp," sah. “It looks as though it ha cancelled once before or was ‘bou; a second hand store, or something.” “What does he say?" repeated Mr. Sarr. “Dear #4" (Mrs. Jarr read): I thought I would take my pen in hand and let you know that me and Hetty has been in miserable health all winter and the chickens has been killed by foxes or some such varmint’ ". ‘He fan't vain, Uncle Henry ‘an't,” broke in Mr. Jarr. “I can eee from here he Js using a little, or lower case, |." “Shut up!" said Mrs, Jarr, sharply ‘and I think the peach trees is ruint by nb, "One of mine got th responded a young man whi Robert Moris school: ‘It ain't hisa Uke, but yourn,’ "” “My test,” eald a George G. Meade eetiool pedagogue, “rep something like this: ‘Rare roast beet is meat what there ain't none what's any un- dewduanes,’ ** ‘The best one of the eferncan was furnished teacher. * he “which bas the old classic, * his Deaton forty ways when he spoke of his neigi Tt wai @haracteristic—excopt the in ‘mantfested im his political affilia- the frost. They has started a new bank | { in Smithville, but I hear tell as how Sut tt?" replied Mr. Jarr. “Why eut It 1s really owned by the Fiddlers’ Trus It breaks easy. $$$ +o | out of the roam, so's he couldn't hear elor Girl @ married man it seems more Wke of Philadelphia.’ “The Fiddlers’ Jerr. “That's what he ways, and I guess he knows what he's talking about,” re- pled Mrs. Jarr. “Oh,” cried Mr. Jare, “I remember now; he means the Federal Trust. I heard they were going to open lecal branches in smal towns.” Trust?” echoed Mr. “Please don't interrupt!" sald Mrs, Jarr. “It's hard enough to make out what he's written as it is!” ; ‘And’ (she was reading again), * if you want to send me any money send a sacrificed check, After you get the bank's sacrifice on a check it's good as gold. They pay interest too, and as you only spend your money there in the elty in sinful extravagance I will put what you send me out at interest here, as I hear the Fiddiers' Trust is sound. “The nerve of the old villain!” ented Mr. Jarr. “He and thts ‘saorificed’ checks! I suppose he means ‘certified.’ “ "Pork ia ten cents a pound, end thet maker {t too expensive to eat, 80 we sold all ours,’ Mrs, Jerr read on. “Some city folke is telling about buy- ing Sprout Hit and etarting @ peach and apple orchard. They was working around here last eumer making experi- ences with pizen squirted on the trees to kil) the catterpiiiers, and they paid a dollar @ day to use the hose -nd engine of the Swope Corners Fire Company and the pizen stuff et holes in the, hose. “Queer that he ien't asking for other things!" said Mr. Jerr. “He does. Liwten!” eaid Mre. Jerr. “ ‘Hetty says to eend her some calico for a dress and a good, warm shawi gor Sunéay, as here fs et with mothe But I think you might better get me some- thing, and also buy some wrecked cords for the grataphone’ ''— “The what?" asked Mr. Jerr. “Records for the gramophone, 7 think he meant,” replied Mrs. Jarr. “And he says Sam Cooter wee threatened with ‘pen @ictus’ (T supose he meane ap- pendicitis), ‘and the doctor told him it would cost him two hundred doMare for the operation, and if he didn't have ¢he operation he'd die; but Mrs, Cooter thought it best to spend the money on the funeral. But Sam Cooter got well, ly is disappointed hecause there has been much going on in Swope Comers this winter. “and there's a man who runs a dairy farm and yet wouldn't give you a giaes of akim milk! said Mr, Jarr, “Well, give me my breakfast and forget my re- lations.”" “Oh, dear!" said Mra, Jarr, ‘Qer- trude's burnt tho steak so you can't cut unkindly about each other, I've seen him, when y began it, get on his feet, just Uke 'e cow zing and gradually working toward @ hole in fence, and before any ono knew it he'd be He talked to me abo' ‘Henry,’ he'd it, ver you don't ¥ . sir,”” sald Henry, straight party ticket; when clone io rote, the veaky ting had got 40 crooked hat 1 don’ ieve he'd have recognised it,"— ‘St, Paud Dispatoh, i — pe Not a Feast of Reason. SBAMAN, efitor of Punch, wee vet at a, diner of the Landon recently, ves Himor* “hie. Rocman began oan story deprecating the spoiling of = goad diuues by any discussion at all, witht mt senden oe guy 4 note of probability ao the ‘Thts was broken by one of im ¢ cussion am this \ on andy, 1, king 1 yon fly is @ edie The other i “Maa, don't whiskey with > Bac ad religious convention.