The evening world. Newspaper, May 23, 1913, Page 26

The Evening World Daily Magazine, Friday, May 23, 1915 ove GE aes. - Hitting the Head e¢}svnaa 9a By Maurice Ketten|/The Stories of ; Famous Novels ‘Purlished Daily Except Sunday by eo] rene Fenir jehing Company, Ges, 58 to By Albert Payson Terhune Copyright, 1018, ty The Pres ‘Pubittdag Os, (The New York Bventng World), Pes ubeoription “F. SPE No. 26-—CRESSY; by Bret Harte. ‘World for ti One Tear ROSY M'KINSTRY was engaged. She and Seth Davis, her swoet heart, were still at echeol, And they catmly and openly went iJ One Mon’ om with their lovemaking tm the classroom. This was not especially good for school discipline and had a tendency to THE NARROWS IN FOURTH AVENUE. amy ta tea views, to We that CAMPAIGN of obstruction threatens to hold up the MoAneny- pb go nda es ollin plan for taking the hump out of Yourth avenue at Cressy Thirty-fourth street, notwithstanding the fect that the Board of Estimate yesterday formally approved the project. Readers of this newspaper ero alrewly familiar with the plan, which moves the Fourth avenue tunnel entrance to « point north of } . ‘Thirty-fourth street where Fourth avenue is twenty-five feet wider \han st the point where the tunnel now blocks it. A smooth grade across the entire width of tho avenue, ascending from Thirty-third 7 street toward Murray Hill is completely to efface the present tunnel * berrier and throw both sides of the thoroughfare open to traffic. . Borough President McAneny hee steadily favored this plan, the detaiis and drawings of which have been prepared and given to the public by Lloyd Collis, consulting engineer, in a form notably clear and convincing. Certain property owners involved, led by Robert Bacon and the Vanderbilt Hotel, vigorously oppose the plan and offer another whieh leaves the tunnel entrance where it is and merely adds another ramp lesding to Thirty-fourth street on the eastern cide of the It wae a frontier school in a frontier community, at Indian Springs, Cal., in the early days. Oressy’s father, a ranchman, first ‘planned to re- sent Ford's interference by giving him five minutes to get out of tewa. But at Cressy’s request the old rancher broke the engagement instead by the simple expedient of starting a blood fewd with Seth Davis. And Cresay came back to echool—alone. She was a fluff-brained, gloriously beautiful girl. Of rough frontier had had a score of rural flirtations with men of her own cl: ad fallen In love with Ford at first sight. That was why she had father break the Davie engagement. That, aleo, was why she come baok to echool. Ford was a city man, educaged, good-looking, clever. Vastly different trom any otber || The Old Love man she had known. | nd the New. And Cressy wae different, too, from any girl who’ hivallsd had come into Ford's life, He had come to Indian Springs still smarting from a rejection he nad received at the fair hare of a divor.ee in San Francisco. And he used to keep the | es of yore. Then one night after a rustic ball he Ld Cressy told each otha of their love Cressy's mother supposed the girl was engaged 4 @ loca! lout named Joe Masters, who had long been one of her adorers. Mrs. McKinstry favored the ee ere ian reas 1b: (Oe Teinear (eeed, Nike) Hineale.- OM Man enue. McKinstry, @ gem fire-eater whose only woakness was lls daughter, looked : To the advantage of the McAneny-Oollis plan, in that it puts with pride on the prospects of her marrying ao exalted a personage am the am 8 wider the avenue, the o} of schoolmaster, Ford, white his saner nature revolted from the thought of an i the tunnel entrance in a part of ponents alliaties. with such people, Ived on happily in his Fool's Paradise, Cressy se- - | the plan retort—quite irrelevantly—that Fourth avenue below cretly reud ‘is innermost heart, but gave no sign of what she learned there. a Thirty-third otreet is still narrower than at the point of the present At Jest camo a rude awakening, Seth Davis, seeking revenge for his own rejection, stole from’ Ford's desk the Other Woman's letters. Uncle Ben Dab- ney, @ slow-witted miner whu followed Ford around with a doglike devotion, learned of the theft and recovered the letters, but not soon enough to prevent Seth from telling the story broadcast. Then Uncle Ben learned, to hia horror, that the letters were from his own former wife, ¢ woman who had long ago deserted and divorced him. Morals on the frontier were crude but strong. The news that Ford wan corresponding with one woman and courting another sent a bind of vigilantes to run him out of town, Ford challenged any man in the masked band to fizit him singte-handed. Old Man McKinstry stepped out of the group, unmasked, and accepted the challenge. The duel was to be fought with rifles. Ford, knowing McKinstry was merely trying to avenge the fancied slight to Cress?, would not shoot st him. So when the word was given the schoolmaster fired in the air, Neverthel, MeKinstry fell to the ground, badly wounded. Vord rushed to the fallen man's «ite, assuring tim that some one else must have shot him; alsu that Me- A Shot Kinstry had misjudged his motives toward Cressy, The |] From Ambush. old man was judge enough of human nature to eee that | Ford was telling the truth. And (when it was proved that-the wound had been caused by a pisto! shot fired from ambush by Seth Davis) Ford's name was cleared. McKinstry even sore his neighbors to lift the ban of suspicion from whe schoolmaster and to let | Femain among them as an honored citizen. _ » londay morning, as Ford sat at his desk in achool, wondering why Cressy mained so mysteriously in the background after the du: ‘tunnel opening. What of it? Is it not obviously best to put the “tannel entrance where the avenue is widest of all? As to the objection that the McAneny-Collis plan establishes grade crossing for Fourth avenue and Thirty-fourth street crosstown surface cars, this disadvantage is easily offset by the greater ease of : transferring curface car passengers on the level as compared with = | the present clumsy stairway complication. The plan would also lessen the descent to the present subway by several steps. Moreover the crogsing at Fourth avenue and Thirty-fourth street is one of tho 2 broadest in the city. i That real estate holdings on the ‘avenue just north of Thirty- of. fourth street’ may suffer as residence plots is quite possible. But mf with the inevitable development of Fourth avenue into » great thor- mm “ oughfare leading to one of the city’s chief railway terminals, is not the residence value of this section bound to change until the Murray Hill restriction as to business is eventually forced to give way? * Experta in the City ¥inance Department figure that in. carrying > oat the McAneny-Collis plan “the enhancement in value of the city’s would alone be sufficient’ to balance the entire ; , Outlay, and the improvement in the Fourth avenue properties as far ; *south as Twenty-thitd street would’be immense.” | % With tie completion of the elevated approach to the Grand P Central Station, Fourth avenue will beeome one of the busiest thor- enghfares in the city. Bnormous traffic will roll through it. That -that traffic cannot be strangled by the conditions that now choke i school. She's married!" “Married?” ecnved rd, dghast, his face suddenly pallid and drawn. -. “To Joe Masters,” went on his youthful informant; “at the Baptist Shape at Big Blut, Sunday morning.” And the whole school cporused in delighted indorsement: | “Why. we knowed {t all the time!” “The Human Slaughter House’’ | "the avenue st Thirty-fourth atreet is obvious. That any plan for Wh t M d W R ll M 'Conquests of Constance ee tr Hie meh be Shesneah on lasting, ought to a O ern ar Ca y eans) rH By Alma Woodward 2 ' “All the members of the Board of Estimate voted in favor of the ‘a 1B Human Slaughter House” has aroused a storm of excitement The hero of “The Human Slaughter House” is a husband and father Copyright, 1913, by ‘The Press Publishing Co, (The Now York Evening Werld), i MeAneny-Oollis plan with the exception of the Mayor, who withheld throughout Europe, Ite author, Wilhelm Lamasus, tripe the called from office work to serve in “the war that ie bound to come.” Here | -\ONNIE beckoned to Claude with an) fh. sttikerw@ blow him upt_ Adn't fap his ‘vote. Under the charter the measure must have his approval. | glitter and glamour from warfare, and painte ite horrors with ‘ ¢ description of Me first great battle: “Bay, what's yun been dotn't” ahe| “‘Don't it beat all what fierce lemons ; acros: , toward . “ Mayor Gaynor is alreedy on record as an ardent champion of facilities |* "eretlees vividness, He pointe out the incredible havoc that war, With yop—ir esleraaye instalment told of a charge aaroas ine soem * jawed at him as|the males 19T” she asked sediy, “But forest in which invisible machine guns are mowing down the unsheltered soon as the bell-/1 should pity oth: I've sure reaped for up-and-down-town traffic. He even wanted to carve out another |"pto-date weapons, must entall; and explains that, even as machinery has Gseallante, At every few steps the men are ordercd to halt and He down. boy got within|s fine crop uy that lorahard mysett, T big avenue between Fifth and Sixth. How can he fail, then, |"¢9!ce8 handwork in every industry, 20 in battle it has replaced the slow Then, as they get within rifle range, comes the order to dlase away at the jewing Page pel * -— baad Rg Spon ee to give his sanction to the plan which will most fully and permanently |° Sime methods. tnacen foes in the woods.) i | fooled me fer six months, an’ that's “relieve senemiated Foarth avenue? goin’ some—because I got a suspiciou . walt for nature naturally, (Copyright, 1918, by Frederich A, Stokes Oo.) riddled by bullets are et!) preasing on toward it . . . and if you are i ; ——_++>—___ ND while to the right and left of ine the rifle fire chatters in- Aot Bit in the head, you are still jumping up once more; and if you fall, Soe PIRATES | | be us eein: to Sty. s Ng, Fe aimee : Nt was a good thing that the Indiana baseball evangelist who cossaatly, the grim mockery of it maddens my blood and makes you are crawling on all fours—toward the wood... . ‘ Tat Chen fer \ rie cae ne Some Bown. te S fey t ‘as | me wee red before my eyes. I aco scale-armor and visors ‘What's happened? See Te OE Vee CMS Bar ee RAR Preached ¢het “prima doonas are cheap skates compared with moth- | : 4» high in thelr etirrups the knights burst blasing out of Ot a eedhan a Wide aUllineds filles <s for tone arkrctnn (See ee ene Oe ee a es" had to bumble himself in the dust before the august Mme. | the wood, and J, @ reckless horseman of the past, I leap The machines are silenced! Le ver Mee wre |‘round to every automobile place in thi Schumann-Heink, who is’ eight times a mother and has nursed all | inte the saddle—~my broad sword flashes clear and kisses the morn- Not a single shot, not a single spurt of lame . . . there—a rust: Aha Pie BA t city an’ sales th’ salesmen deaf, dump her own children. Sweeping statements should be discouraged—even ing breese—and now up and at them like a thunderbolt. Then lng rising amid wth . .. the branches overhead’ are sway- from evangelists—end even sbout prima donnas, eyes are flashing into mine and hands are ried for the melee—and ing frantically against each other. Look!. something ts scurrying among stroke for stroke, breast to breast, the pride of youthful, virile strength the trees, and pushing and hauling—now, to ¢rowm it all, thay are trying to tin this ¢ Phone Maid > en eeeeres “ acaangtitrharbarha! What has happened? Where have horse and rider eave thelr pretious machines fF0m ws: Or ease to yuh can't blame ‘ Mee train eleut nanan \ van! here fa my sword? We are not even charging men. Ma- Yah! yah! The earth erates dull trembles under our tread had THE POULTRY TIE-UP. shinee are trajned on us. Why, we are only.charging machines. And % All Ae ncarh oiuatea ay vtesg Bow they as serine ue nee pred ite mam pebssrgge in th’ | Bellotrope, or @ lemon yeller—and then the machine triumphs deep into our very flesh. And the machine is mT | ow driving the last ult home . . i "| it shows his 4 OPRHE SPECTACLE of fifty thousand cooped-up chickens dying| draining the lite-blood from our veins, and lapping it up in bucketeful. behina ve Sarina’ (t danoe CUR eeicern Charuneienes Chae | [nae ial et telee fe oles UAE BE aye we won't, decide wn 36> a lingering death in Washington Market is beginning to get| Those who have been hit are already lying mown down in swathes be- . @ tall sapper Jumps clean over me—I see how his eyes are © |in this joint the wait DaGC ka hoc om tk potiecs ee aiaad on everybody’s The wholesal try deal hind us and are writhing on their wounds. And yet they are racing up he passes... . Up, after them... there is the en- a outcast. They don’t think no o1 stat re i iy ve i" Agia Sri le poul 7 - - wrath-| behind us in their hundrede—young, healthy human flewh for the ma- . Gown ‘you into the trench and scramble up on em work ‘tore that, | "al one gey “when he aug aut one ully accep! wretched fow! ve been chines to butcher, hands and feet . wi are they? Where?—where? . . . there, jot word frum th’ in-| oo the salesmen TRYIN’ refuse hem because Aan ® car. stuffed with cement and vel to increase their weight. by that belt of firs . . . they will have disappeared in another terior that hi ‘On the way back I sex to him: ; gre i ight. The deslors| The Forest Where Murder Lurks. minate-past thick, silvery tree-trunks, through the grees beach leaves. [yuh c’n imagine my surprise when at] OR oath Fak CREE ¥UB. Ciahe le: Geant have sworn to take no more such. The Society for the Prevention “Up! Get on! At the double!” this morning @ swell young bride| 1) one man to a drink? He's bee of Cruelty to Animals is bureting with indignation because these The gallant young aubaltern dashes on . . . he ie waving nis | At Death-Gripe Over the Big Guns. at's stoppin’ here on the first stage pr sl : " sword above his head recklessly . . . @ picture for a painter, I am “Let go! Run for what you are worth—let go!” uv her honeymoon drifts down Into the ea eae poor birds with their crops full of stone and sand can eat nothing| rushing after him . . . his cheer in my eare . . .. then the gal- But they won't let go. . . for their horses are already ploughing —_| lobby alone an’ in tears! Ronee ter atranenine ete . ¥ more and must therefore die a horrible death. The Health Depart-| nt Vision begins to sway . . . the sworm files from Ma grasp—the through the undergrowth . . . the wagon is straining to the traces “T wus waitin’ fer her to confide In me fs a pay two fares hee] 2 ‘ : - Part: | gubaltern stumbles and falls face forward in the short, stuff stubble . + + {n another minute they will have thrown thelr guns into the or ask fer a number or somethin,’ but | fhe Deve ety ment hovers on the outskirts powerless to do anything until the birds + » then I race past him . . . I can hear nothing except the un- wagon . . . and then fo-long . . . I am done—the trees are she didn't get a chance bef ire sl BE ‘ become a menace to public health. Frosh carloads arrive daily. By canny buss coming out of the mood fein g Hteray feel how the lead dancing round and round before my eyes. . . T catch my foot In the Mie en OE et lak wie. * . F A lashing into our ranks, how men are ing down go the right root of a tree. . . . Lay on! Lay on! They are “ours” who have ' the time these broilers get to the table they will be lean, sad eating. i fe “ Meet Sen Co SD elegans Fi mers . and left of me . . . “Down! Rapid fire!’ . . . I throw mynelf come wp, and are laying on blind! | : Meanwhile the luckless consmuer is deprived of a food he geta| on my fae, Briss at ane. vendy: i or Why doen thie order fall to and bared necks, till the whole 4 ave wate ie | Airaid rails met (aid none too much of heresbo fresh chicken, An aj ing ber reach us’ jo ahout comes from the su’ ern, none from the non coms, myself to my feet. A led, a mere boy, is sprawling Ml ber that he wus one uv| “An' then I sive him an high sien e ute chicl ppalli num + + + the nearest man a good twenty paces eway . . . and then his abandoned gun . . . with gnwath some one 4 fergot to Chek ‘xs: of people have eaten cold storage chicken eo long thet they hardly| one other . . . only we three, . . . my yokel bareheaded, his face distorted’ by rag: nt, most Se - oe ‘e Ca Ret rel meer tat kn hi 1 thi ‘The firat line te lying shot down in the stubble . . . what's the stretches out his mangled hand to ward him off, battiy av'rage J a) rknow the flavor of the real thing, There are, however, households| jest thing? ‘The ground becomes alive behind us and clatter- wagsling, but bis mouth remaine voiceless. week. Waek Be seule. tiap: 48: 9 clear store that refuse to eat poultry mummified with embalming preservatives ing. panting and shouting . . . and again the wood rumbles sullenly the fixed’ bayonet plunges into hie chest fret he right, then Pe Daler ang hy tly Meng ie pi rigrahy Seay ae See leaps i + + there they are, lying flat, breathing hard . . . ni 8 word his ahattered left hand seises the blade as if death throes he were . aha and ice. What with oold storage to destroy flavor and masonry < rifle to the ready... and ehot after hot... those trying to pluck it out of his heart; #0 he clings tightly to the bayonet be wari Fonemneria’ ph ete BERaompen fat (sn00:5 He sf stuffing to cheat the dealer the humble citzen stands a poor chance | are the sixth and seventh companies”. . . they have filied up our + +. @ thrust! @ recovery! . . . a bright, leaping jet follows the | 20 ME. ars puret in to weeps an',|out with him in sample cars I seo that 4 these days for a good chicken dinner. The situation only shows how| "7S oy: wy 2 eh + 1's OR: MARES Om Brent nme. IEOT TON SMRAE: SOF S088: eee Ole amethyet-headed cane gently other guy—the spendiegs, apendtiritt— Fi * ., Goudie! gi ¥ |, he turn ‘round an’ said| comin’ out uv places with ily c hard it is with our present system to bring honest food from the The heat Is plunging on, the body after.{t, into the sone of bullets, "Ai! round men are lytng slain on the brown oarpet of the woods... . 4 ae Re era tht day char emibie arme aw @ linge of onteleguettin vi producer to the waiting consumer. and dashing forward with eyes fixed greedily on the ground to spy out But the machines are still. alive, and rage against the machines fires th’ trains what go through Paterson, so his fat!" the nearest molehill when s ourselves down. And when the ex- the blood, and consumes the flesh . . . Up with the trenching cited “Down!” o’erleaps too tumble down as if we had been tools! . . . with axes upraiced they rush at ie apy Beir ane ® bre “eaneray: Don't Com swept away. And luok, | blows upon the barrels. The retorts wherein Deeth has brew: ion A eee ae © too ae + ORT ALMA GENRES 5 shriek as though wounded . . . the jackets burst. . » thewater The Hedgeville Editor OI te Pitas ae alll hit or not? . flows out... and the carriage leaps eplintered into the air . L fteame from . . iwivted metal, the spokes of wheels end cartridge-belts litter the ground By Fohn L. Hobbie. there between the wh all round, but we are battering and emashii where Mur- our hot blood has cooled its rage on the m: ything underfoot until behind that green wall, t! Capgrigh, 1913, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), our arms and lege a’ our trunks, And now-amid joyous cheers raise the rous shout of Victory, RS. HUNT says that one thing EBV. FROST says that: young peo- 4 us. Rend her to pieces, he has rent us, Let the pipes and the bugles ring out. This is Death on the stricken she can say for her husband te ie ple should understand that over field! This is # eoldier’s frensy and the joy of battle: to charge with that he has no prejudices except thing they eatey oting is wickd flia edhe alan Mt wo bare ‘ern Nod, The Hot Quest of Vengeance. bared breast againat planted stesl—to dash cheering with soft, uncased | thone in favor of himself. ro pe cprterer onl Mad “tpt At the doublet” brain against a wall of etes!. In auch wholenale, callous, purposeful — LD "FORK ‘says that, inetesd of vee te mealty 2 8 wonder,” wee the ‘The body rages on in the whirl of the tempest—the wood, the wood! fashion vermin only are exterminated. We count for nothing more than [VILAMATION will some or) ve | fooling wway eo wluch ting, the “) would Dave biesad sapeeif, + + the last muscle is still etraining for the wood . . , as if the vermin in this war, perfect thet people can me Legislature ought to pass a jaw One 20W- | bat—pon con's yore tat Vs th the pms uma? | @0Ul had leaped free of the body, so the body chases after it—toward ‘And dased and sick, we gaze at the machines, and the steel and iron truth on all occasions Met Apainet « severything and: adjoura =< and ald: —Metonpelitan Megasioe, the wood . . . lunge perforated by ebot are running entrails Littering the ground blink up et us full of guile eapberranament, : ? } 4