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The Evening World Dail Magazine, Tuc Hide 17 UNDER POPS DETECTIVE WRC27=°*) SHERIDAN | A Series of Aiticle Exposing the Every-Day | Deceptions of the Powers That Prey. (“Camera-Eye” Sheridan is regarded as one of the) best detectives that ever existed outside of fiction, The} feats of memory which gave him his nickname, when he was head of the Bureau of Identification of the New) York Police Department, are proverbial, It has been said there is no man | in the United States with so thorough a knowledge of criminals and their ways as Detective Sheridan, In this series he gives the public many val- uable pointers calculated to save them loss by swindling.) (Copyright, 1912, by W. W. Aulick.) No. 1—"‘THE MATRIMONIAL GAME.”’ UPID and cup!dity are coupled in the betting by a certain class of | shrewd operators quick to recognize an almost universal condition. | Many a swindler is now in prison for duping the susceptible by | means of the matrimonial game, and many more are on the way. | One of the beauties of this form of dishonesty ts that it doesn’t | require any capital outside of a misguided brain, and the returns are usually Bratifying—until Uncle Sam comes along and taps Mr. Fake on the shoulder | and takes him to court on @ charge of mistwing the mails, While the game fasts, however, It is a merry one. | In the United States to-day there are scores of matrimonial papers, filled | ‘with announcements that are not without interest to even the most sophis- ticated of city readers, and which, to the country consumers, are frequently irresistible. These journals are made up, with the exclusion of the advertising matter, of two classes of announcements—that of the man asking for a wife and that of a woman asking for a husband. Of course, there are variations— fometimes the woman advertises that she simply wants congenial correspon- dence, an escort to the theatres, &c., and sometimes it is similarly stated in| the cave of the man. But 90 per cent. of the ads, call for a mate. ‘The man who takes this means of acquiring a wife has to pay for his offer at so much per line, according to the alleged circulation of the matrimonial sheet. The announcements of the women are inserted free of charge—but their! addresses are not given. Instead, each ts assigned a number, and when a man desires to correspond with a number which particularly attracts him,.be sends A certain sum to the papér and the paper supplies him with the address, addresses of the men advertl tion” with them ts direct. ‘The matrimonial grafter buys half a dozen of these papers, coptes the} address of one man advertiser in each locality represented, and composes a letter Intended to be a “puller.” In it 1s stated tha: the one who writes it Is a charming widow, thirty years of age, with a fortune of $200,000. She needs al man to manage her affairs, and the announcement by (blank for filling tn t name of tho advertiser) has struck her as ringing true. She would like to correspond. Several hundred of these letters, written in a feminine hand, are went out. In addition, the grafter may Insert !n the matrimonial paper a sim- ‘far announcement, accompanied by an attractive photograph. The picture of some beauteous actress may be obtained and sent to the paper, which makes no > charge for the insertion. | From the answers which come in the swindler can soon reach an estimate of the most promising correspondents, and then there aro follow-up letters ‘The most determined correspondence {s carried on with the men furthest from the base of the grafter’s operations. Thus, !f he works from New York, he will encourage ‘suitors” in California, Florida, Michigan and other distant places, This ts to minimize the probability of a “come-on.” Pondence develops the widow permits herself to show first The | ‘8 re printed in the paper, so that communica- As the corr interest, then affection, for her many correspondents. Finally comes her con- fession that she loves. But—she has been so beset by suitors eager only to annex her riches, and she {s in such fear that she may fall victim to a fortune- hunter, that she must suggest some guarantee of good faith, an engagement ring as a token, or something of that sort. And then she will be ready to Join her wooer, If he will send the money for the raflroad fare from New York to Pasadena, or Pensacola, or Lansing, she will take the next train. By this time things have progressed so far with all the claimants to the hand of the fair widow there ts quite a big pot tn sight tér the swindler, and ‘when he comes to count up the money sent tn for railroading he finds himself ® considerable winner on the game, He usually has time to make a gotaway, asthe “widow” can scarcely be expected to reach hor husband-to-be's home Defore the lapse of several days. .. When she does not come at all, and the correspondence abruptly ceases, there ‘are numerous angry gentlemen scattered throughout the United States. Some @f them don't report the swindle for fear of being Made ridiculous in the eyes of their neighbors, but now and then there 1s a hard-hearted farmer or small hant who has been victimized and who {s willing to admit it, and then the postal people get busy and somebody 1s sent to the room with tho grated door, (Nezt, “The Dead Man Swindle,”) The Mysterious Handful. TROUVE of wandering musictens were Playlug before a Awiss hotel, At the end Unnecessary, T was the anniversary of his young son's birt) a 1 the proud father, who felt that bh of the perfor © one of the members J at Yue the aroun. a 1 "the ender of the | g (ust to etre the Ind qymethin band avd pulled out a Uttle paper box, which | * CQoksellel pevdanted Inte! tie Toft tana wile. tha’ oyea ot | gc att Had of book would ou tke, at Heothen tovk @ nlato ta bis right hand, pared] ““Romething that would be neehil and edu He round, ant a large sim. was collected, every | eye sald the tation forgetting eaten Sauce Ear isn ivin wondering what be eld 10 hia] elared ancl hana Mr boyhood eth Nand, “Well, here is a very excellent one’ on ‘Hel “Wiis, ICs. very astimyte,"” ald the leader when ip SERENE 089 on helt "We are ll euldect to teu ft Help! exclatmed the father, Her sure of the fidelity tot] don't need anything of that Rin. Yon oug holt five flew 1d, aud] Lo wee Li et the dinuor table!- seu re cylirt these when he returns, to maky eure | Bitar *Hrlug me a big sieak, @ bulldog and © quam |tuinking hig) a sustoines ef: bourbon whisky,” [AN ebee being tras’ ou the questiones, be “But why du su ontes o wulldog?” anked the) wdniug fos le give, sails Welt, kbd) goth aatter, | good-algist, then,” TD cat the steal, 3!" ewplied the Colonel, ‘The lauaiiter PBiicnnas Moguises, for owe time, te h followed stopred isiness i Bike, Shae thrice are - Serie “ = of the money,'—-Ti-Bits tee ae oa ; ‘areless of Him. “George Stiil Had Hopes. is aa ne “ HAT was your eon's eoclal standing Memorial fy a funny story ut wilieget" Hun Ra “On, very fale, Wh, he almost got or," he would begin, “had « scar on fato the er and Squeak Sor ety!" “Ind How was that!" “Where did: you get thas scart’ they asm “Why, sou know they aways bit PA is om See Sai Sits hans *AL Bull Hun,' he rented, bit on t il Whatt’ (vey cried in ously, har H indeed. Me thou . ae ee lor, * Mt wae like tite wm chosen, but le fund ¢ ward it was me OF 1 got kind of ike the set of lie ar en that's @ a Vain Dealer, feobignalatel Vain hey His Bid, Why the Bulldog? YORK RIAA man rewnlly eaters an “ AITAT," said Col, Clap, as he glanced ishiog tue puetionen’s. fo dead around the dining rox of the bia int i gle biddiag, he a! out loudly ene hotel, “you all kin bring me @ Mea! ig je lanl vy all Aueky brealsiast, * ia bist, ir"! Avid what is thas, sirt" asked the waites, ‘Wertainiy,””' said the man af the hammer, | ‘fouR HONORESS, THE HAS RUN ASTILL IN YON MOUNTAIN: FASTNESSES FOR ‘TE-AHs ! “DEFENDANT, AGNES ALLEN, 1918, by the Presa Publishing Oo. Coprriaht, ———_ (Tha Now York World.) ———— OH PSHAW, KITTY, TH PRESTO! LIFT IT THAT OLD Tom CAT UP ANDFINDA HALF GLASS OF FINE +iDIT AND CAME A \FresH MILIT-UM-M Toor IT. FOR @-AHS, YOUR Honore: SHE AND HER RELaTives sg HAVE GROWN RICH ON Cakes cove dj MILI 1D GONE ! BETCHA! WATCHED WHERE I ND ny MA CONSARN a Oud Tom CAT! 1 LET ugust 8, 1912 Cc. M. Payne AT GREEDY HIM DRINW HALF THE Micee Berore I 41d “THe REST FOR You, Mitty OK, ‘YOUR HONORESS AND LADIES OF THE THAT ‘rou Do NoT TURN WE FIND HER THIS CREATURG LOOSE GABBY AND (0090 VOILIES AND To FURTHER MENACE SOCIETY- | REST HATEFUL AND TEN CENTRE Pieces IN THE COUNTY WORK House ! Vincent’s Advice The Business Girl. “ © you ad- vise mar- riage for the girl who is making a success in business? ‘That Is the ques- tion which a young woman has put to me. And it Is Aa question which @ number of young women are asking themselves, or sme one else just now, It seems to me there can be only one answer, There {s no woman so happy as she who marries the right man, Of} course there are other sorts of hap-/ piness besides the ideal marriage, But there can be only one choice between these “seconds” and the lot of the truly | happy wife. | Frequently, with @ little management, | a woman may continue her business activites after marriage éf she is de- \voted to her work. And the business | woman 13 always fortunate in being Je to wait till the right man comes Jalong. But as for refusing him when he | \ does appear, on the ground of “in| dependence'—a woman's a goose to think of such a thing! \Does She Care? | “A. 8." writes: “T have heen corres sponding with a young man whom I met put once a year ago, Now he asks me| to aend him my picture. Shall I do 0?” Certainly not; end you are very un- wise to correspond with a young maq |you know #0 slightly. | } on, Mut writes: “A young man who works near me stares at me a great) deal and comes over to apeak to me as often a% he can arrange !t, He has nemsr told me that he loves me, and qT) a't quite know what to make of him, J/on't you advise m He ts probably @ bashful youth, who jas devoted to you, but afraid to any ao, oH writes: “Tam tn love with a wirl of eighteen who ts always talking But T can't af If he dosan't me to Ly labout getting married, |ford ft on my salary, ‘want to wait ls it proper for her if ene will help me ou | T advise you to have a plain talle with her about your finanolal condition, and | then she will probably offer to help you. | | “BR, BA writes; “What ls the eorreet | attire for bridegroom and best man at! an evening wedding?" | Evening dress ie usually were, a NO. 32,—MADAME ROLAND; Disciple of Love and Liberty. 66] ble lover.” Roland was a great, a brilllant, a wonderful woman. numerous love affairs were farcical. young girl, the butcher on the corner became enamored of her and sent an old lady of the neighborhood to ask for him her hand In marriage. nard and Mozon, two down-at-heel musicians, proposed in rapid sucesston and were ordered from the house by her father. Womenleartbreahers O# [ElisborsvarseerPaviow TERHUNE. Copyright, 1012, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World) Y suitors presented themselves in crowds. I made my father dismiss them without giving them room for hope.” So wrote Mme. Roland in her famous Memoirs. modern woman historian wrote of her: “Mme. Roland was one of those women who in every man a possi- And a Perhaps the truth Hes somewhere between the two statements. Mme. But most of her For Instance, while she was still a Mig- A dozen or more others, according to her Memoirs, seem to have done the same thing with the same discouraging treatment from her father. | Her maiden Frenoh engraver and was born in 1764, She acquired an education such as few) women of her time could boast, And her chief charm lay | “He Never in her brilliant conversation rather than In her looks. As, rd Me Talk} (2 beauty, sho apparently had none, She in described five - feet tall, stocky and rather stout; with brown hair and arr eyes and oval face. In later years when she was at the wenlth of her world-fame, the revolutionist Desmoulins said of her “I cannot understand how a woman of her age and with #o little beauty can have so many adorers.” qu Vedve CULLEN Cheer Up, that AS Concentrated sedness ter than Spreading Cul isn't Be Stuff over a Whole Life-Time! Our Dope used to Have tt that! ame was Marle Jeanne Philipson. She was the daughter of a! qn Occasional Jamboree was a Safety until we Began to Blow Up| with Painful Regularity! We know a Shrewd Zig who Talks his ‘Troubles Incinerates The Into @ Repiner the Ri Phonograph who Ralls at and then his 1 When this speech was repeated to her she merely shrugged her square! ought to Buy One—as we did~thate shoulders and replied: “That is because ho never heard me talk." The only suitor during her girlhood who could touch Marie's heart Pahin Lablancherle, an erratic young actentist. He asked ‘er to marry hin She loved him, But her father (perhaps because the old gentleman had by this time gotten into the habit) ordered Pahin from the house. Marte wept: and| she vowed !f she could not marry Pahin she would marry no one, Six months later she met him In the street. He was wearing a gay feather ¢n his hat. This sign of frivolity, go out of place in a despairing lover, dixgusted Marte. She also heard he was making love to another gigi. So she dropped a. ! In 178), when she was twenty-five, Marle accepted Roland de la Platerte, a! | was writer and statesman, twenty years her senior, who had woed her for five years, They were married, And at once Mme, jand’s agile wrain began acheming for Ways to lift her dreamy, unambitious bridegroom into fame. In-| aspired and guided by her he rose rapidly. Mme. Roland and her husband were ardent aposties of liberty. people of France had, for many centuries, been crushed rupt monarchy. The Rolands.dreamed of a wonderful r should be good and happy—a sort of kid-glove paradiv« Partly through thelr tremendous efforts the Mrencoh tite, The Rolands were overjoyed, They believed their utoplan hand. They were in the position of ignorant children of # tiger's cage in order that the poor captive brute may be free to play upon the vras The revolution burst forth and merged into a Ttoign of Torror Instead of the beautiful and “kid-glove” government the Rolandy had worked for, all France he came one horrible slaughter pen The Rolands tn horror protested protest they were acouned of treachery to the repub: Mine, Roland was cast into prison, ther and had won her love and whose portralt ehe altaya wore over her heart) eacaped, And Marie whiled away her prison hours in writing ensournsing letters to him, On Nov, §, 17%, Mme, Roland was beheaded, On her way to the soaffold whe pasved @ plaster bust of LAberty, Pa aimed} “Oh, Liberty! What crimes are committed tn thy name On hearing of her death her husband killed himself, ‘The body of Dusct was found in & wheat fleld a few éuye afterward, partly eaten by wolves, % The comm nd tortured by a cor-! where every one And they worked for {t,| Revolution sprang into republic | who pry open the door was at ney, A Martyr to Liberty. and because of their) Roland fled for his lif a ra ey ene ne mead ‘There isn’t Any Fun tn Blaming It on! [Under Water at High-Tidet Some Duck who ts Willing to Stand for itt Analyze you'll find thustasir Better “Brok Ambition! And then Again the Rollir to Strike Pa any Succesat he's at y 1 Man, and t Elghty Per Cent. | than Bankrupt of, Destiny wastes a Lot of Time tn Pro- viding “Expertenc for Ginks who Can't Cash T n Int A Poor Time to Wake Up to the Value of Health fs when we Try to Wheedle it Hack! Ouf&Idea of a Young er who ts Fated to Wear the inge is one who Seeks “Congenital Employment!" If we Really Were “Doing our It! The Alump Signal !e Due when we're cartoature of Ephraim Bond, ning @ Moment in front of It she ex- Able to Aauare Aloppy Work with Our-| If you Don't Mean to Acoept the vioe, don't ASK for It! A revolutioniat named Buaot (who loved Beat” we Wouldn't have to Proctaim Brown Derby fl Great Summer Story of New York By Wells Hastings O9OO® (Copyright, 1011, ty Hobbs. Merrill Co.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, Kiloworth conventa Uncle Eptraim w brilliant patch on the old-fashioned, flowered paper of the wall. In @ room near by some ono was singing, singing woftly that I could not hear the words, but only the happiness and lilting cad- ence of It, I closed my eyes again to listen, I thought it very sweet and wondered languldly who was the singer, As I wondered my mind harked back, with memory struggling for some solid event to lay hold upon, but for # long time all mental effort was blocked by @ solid wall of nightmare. I had dreamed and dreamed badly, that [ knew. Ti+ tanto, murderous struggles swayed and by Morrison in _purmatt, ald ¥ Hookingham, A finds the barred ‘Together they tey to ‘The next. mornin Lavtirop goes to the eanitarium with Mo leaped before me, furious and futile He tela Dr, Maylrew, the proprietor, that Mra combats, shadowy, nding, Useless Tauheop tra mut ha ete ae give and take of lows, chasms of dark- oe svuigal wruoner Sire tacheop D€S4 oF Panels of brilliant light, striped id gets word (6 Mason as to and tortured with bars, reached infinite: fr Yn dhe TMs gh Be Mask ly before my mental vision, and through {ukraine Hond, who has been trapped Ht all like a wicked undercurrent ren ‘Overcoming Dt) Mayhew and a cafeder- the rhythm: 1g and the regular | ney, Mra Lathrop and Iron-stiod hoof-beats of a horse, the Jolt centric old genieman, and jar of a broken-springed carriag now morta them with At the nearest town he leaves Mason mope at Mra, the way to the church where he © to be married CHAPTER XXX. (Continued,) The Catastrophe. ith nm. But with the memory of that pain » the faint, Indescribable scent of lavender, and fainter still, the sweet fragrance of orange blossoms, the touch of @ soft arm about me, and beneath my cheek a warm reating place of ratin, 1 drew a long breath and opened my for memory had returned to me, the poignant throb of exquisite N the light of the vestibule I cried out, and tried | Mra, Lathrop stopped Nancy, akly 8 sit up In bed, and unhooking the rain-coat, shout which [ had intended 1 weak and faint, but ehe heard dbag ty hap tpt the singing abruptly stopped, carefully turn and took it from her should- and 1 turned my head slowly to And era, with all the loving solicitude and her by the bedside, She put her hand triumphant pleasure of @ true fairy to my face and gently stooped and xodmother, And It was indeed as if 1 m@ and as she did so, @ tear she waved a wand; for Nancy stepped my cheek, from the dark garment ke a new- what re I whispered anxiously; ‘blown flower, her bride-vell a floating N . Nothing, dear,” she sald, “ont . Cc uthbert Lh niaiost impalpable thing betind her, ness einnens to And sou poe ee —eientioemie which scarcely dimi he luster o ail righh” T anewered. °@ By Crarence L. Cuikin hor hair, and fell in nebulous softness everything perfectly ‘new, to the aw ‘ satin is At least, T thin ~and broke a ore. ton . Off, obsessed by a sudden fear, 1912, by The Ps Publishing Oo, train, war tears in Mrs. aes ie The’ New York World). . Lathrop's eyes as she kissed her, “— ta ti Lng ancy gently. - + pw e dearie,” she #ald, ere married yesterday, weren't the Know-How! ue As he sh gegen’ Paps I asked, “We really were mar- doesn't have to Cool his Heels! | “and I never thous! rled, and everything is all right? 1 lovely tn ft. know we were, I remember all about it.” That “Tiecet.| There were tears in Nancy's oyes, 1 Nancy kissed mo again. Along = Somehow "| think, too, happy tears as she atood — she sald: “beau- Idea never moved|*"¥ly proud Before me; and halt prio A marries, but I go not think you 4 , [afraid, f atre! t my hand to her, *hould talk any more, f any Mountaingt | id toxether we walked up the aisle _ "Certainly I can talk," I said. ‘T re. plait cee na rector al. Member it all now. Ho shot me, @ida’t Sometimes wae! to where, at the altar, he? That's why I feel a little weed this Wonder if a ittia|Feady awalted us morning, but I'm feeling quite strong I made my responses as well aa T was able before the soft and glowing won- der of her, and like a ewift dream It was over and I found myself once more out again in the bright sunshine with again now, and I want to talk.” And, Indeed, with Nancy close beside me, my fallen strength seemed to come surging back over me again like @ wave. “don't think you should,” Nancy satd doudtfully. “I think you ought to try Nancy surely my wife. It was In & to go to sleep." sort of golden dary that I drove the oar “Sleep? [ repeated; “why, I've stept k to Buck.ngham, where Mrs, La- all nlght and had bad dreams. I cer- throp waved us an au revoir from her tainly do not want to sleep any more ifront gate, 1 Was an Irresponeible Tevent 38 to tell me about tt. Did he driver, Lam sure, for 1 must look con- "Sy e yowed, € suppose, to the Inevitable. stantly from the road to Nancy altting “Yes, dear,” she said quietly; “he got beside me, to assure myself ever and away, He thought he'd killed you, 1 again that this was not some droam, think, and was frightened at what he | It won this mental detachment, [ sup- had done; for he turned and ran before | pose, that made me utterly forget our SP YDody ele came up. ‘Well, how did I get hi People came," Nancy said, sent some one for 4 carriage.” “Yes, | remember,” I replied; ful, Jolting carriage, and you held me, Naney; held me all the way home, Ave you not tired to-day? Nancy smiled, "It was not yesterday, troubles with the oar, #o that before had noteced the laboring of the motor it came duily to @ stop near the ratl- road station in Doylestown, When I got out the water w fy wly tn the radiator, sending @ jet of ale om the vent In the v. ” T stooped and bent my back to the Marenes she sald > en Jerank, heaving clessly against the “son,” I replied blankly. ‘Then at last, Loverheated engin Nancy gave 4 “How long ago was it? Don't be afraid | sharp little scream, and still stooping 1 to tell me. I want to know,’ glanced over my shoulder “Tt was nine days ago, Mason.” Erskine Hond was standing T lay and dered upon this for « bolling on the he #hot she stopped with a gesture, There came @ sting of pain in my “No,” sald Nancy, “you are to keep | shoulder, and L remember thinking with very quiet, The doctor was insistent on satisfaction that the bullet had touchea that.” . Jno bone, but in that photograpte fash , “What does he know about it?” T agied I saw that it had through me, Srevully. | tate couatia. dogtoes Reem cutting obliquely through the soft “Rut he isn’t a litt intry doctor/’ | metal of the radiator, Then a blinding sald Nancy, “He's one of the greatest | puff of steam rose before my eyes; and surgeons in America vat attack on over my hands, which still clutched the You got Into the papers, Mason, an? crank, poured @ small case ile & some friend of yours, Ing water ‘Ogilby.’ telegraphed that he Was sending @ na in the afternoon the 1 do want to tell you down, | CHAPTER X} i} ng so, only T promised not to Home. until he has seen you again.” OPPNED my eyes and lay , “A! 1 want you to tell me is that you Riering my oe ond Jove me, You must keep telling me me wp weenly 8 the Nancy, if you expect me to get white mined cetling, weit’ qulekis where just above me the run Naney ughed happtly, and told me an irregular crack drew in a very petive way the grotesque profilo of an old man, a It seems hardly right.’ T sald, “to be profile that seemed to my thinking a #0 absolutely happy. Oh, T know tt Is right, the rightest thing tn life, but I can't help being sorry for the rest of the world, i wonder,” 1 asked, stirred by ® sudden uneasy thought, “what hap happened to ail those poor people we left behind us in the sanatorium?" (Tope Continued.) ‘The blinds were drawn and the room waa in semi- twillght; but & broken shutter slat let tn a atogle bar of the dright sunshine without, throwing @ narrow wedwe of lasht across the foom, and making @