The evening world. Newspaper, June 19, 1913, Page 19

oem a pao ae ° "MA. JARR CLINGS .. {$1GHT TO TROUBLE. pg@. FARR elbowed and trampled “ bis way ruthlessly from the jammed subway express train the platform and ento the hard- “ty lees crowded local. Ge ground hie elbows inte inoffending men and women, and bowled over dear Metle children. If he only could have Reard their bones crush he would have een Bappy. ¥or in his hand he stil! clutehed the wire-and-wooden handle that held the pasteboard box which ‘bere (on poth sides) the strange device: For That Nobby Suit at $19, Qo to Sol, the Square Clothier. ‘The Wool’s on Your Back, Net Over Your Eyes! It was this box, Bolding @ euit of clothes bejonging to his friend and Beighdor John W. Rangle, that had turned the once kind and loving nature of Edward Jarr into the same state of mind that obsessed the famous Dr. ich times as he was imperson- “Jarr would have sought out hie store ‘HG burned {t only he feared he might ‘Be doing him a favor. * Por that box containing Mr. Rangle’s suit of clothes, and the inscription on ‘the box, had drawn upon Mr, Jarr the attertion of every inquisitive male pest that one can meet in the subway. And their name te legion. Mr, Jarr had started to carry the sult heme from the restaurant where Mr. Rangle had left and forgotten it with the firm purpose of embezzling sald sult for reasons best known to the countless millions who breathlessly follow the pil- grim’s progress of Edward Jarr throttgh this mundane vale of tears. But now, after what had happened to Nim, Mr. Jarr was determined to take the suit to Mr, Rangle and burn It be- that gentleman's eyes and under “hie nose+but preferably after Mr. Ran- Ble had donned tt. As Rangle flared up, and then eput- tered down to the socket, amid the fumes of burning shoddy, Mr. Jarr in- ‘tended to hiss in his seared ears: e*“Fturrah for the middleman! 4 Three cheers for Sch: Kt 4 Down with Bol, the Square Cloth! = And that nobb: it at sisi” "Ya the crowded “standing room orfly” of the local Mr. Jarr could feel his grim ‘visage relax into a smile, for in fancy he could bear Rang: leas for mercy and a drink of water. “They will think he raves when he erles for water,” thought Fal Cin ‘and, as doctors and nurses know that for ts not good for fag about « billion dollars, women, “Branch sien a Reown to be iu New York, Calverly 19 ove fer crooks of the century and Spanish Lizsie ts r . Calverly loots the treasure and na ‘ed to his home on the Palisades, rf fonned be netra (0s Woters Togtoms beau the nV oe, toe wiioKn his suter, fa 8 os ; Wier aimed Adrian Val nt Tay wi takes Getective work tha fed. room a where Aare ction lied Tenges " by the of med Uy 8 ol hereby eivina the lat om he, alroriy Ay te “nicring her to start at once for ‘ead t Htaioth and far bome tn ready, ‘Wilkinson stood on the steps of his old mansion as two of his henchmen strapped the woman's trunks to the machine and piled into it her hand bags. CHAPTER XXV. her order to depart she was you, he will perish crying for water for the firet time in his life.” ‘This pleasing thought, this picture in his mind’e eye, would have cheered him all the way home, but at this minute he felt the flat, oblong box containing Rangle’s sult of clothes being pulled from deneath his legs. And, looking down, Mr. Jarr beheld his wealthy ac- quaintance, Mr. Stryver, pulling at the box, { ‘Ah! bought a new suit, I see,” eald Mr, Stryver waggishly. “A nobby sult for $19, Ready made?” “Why, no,” said Mr. Jarr, looking Mr. @tryver coldly in the eye, “the Czar of Russta was kind enough to pose for this in the subway with the rabble to meet ‘an original character lie you! I must tell them that down in Wall street. It'll cheer ‘em up. “For I tell you what, Mr. Jarr, with the courts attacking vested interests, with demagogues defaming business ‘men, with radical legislators investigat- ing and the newspapers attacking repu- tations—not to mention the terrorism exercised by the Post-Office Depart- ment; a tyranny and an oppression that is intolerable—why, sir, the country is going to the dogs, eir! “And if tt keeps on going to the dogs, sir, T shall be gind to get a nobby suit of clothes from your friend Sol, the Square Clothier, at $19 myself!’ “You needn't worry!” hissed Mr, Jarr hotly. “The Government will provid you with @ very becoming two: ontfit in generous broad stripe pattern. “What a funny chap you are! Such Jokes!” replied Mr. Stryver. (But he said it rather mirthlessly.) ‘T wish I had your fund of humor!” “You couldn't get {t honestly, no more than you could any other fund you've ever had!" snarled Mr. Jarr. “And tf you don't like what I say, I'll hit you In the nose!” And a station being reached at this point, Mr, Jarr got off and got up te the surface to breathe, But he still clung to the fatal box bearing (on both sides) the brand, trade mark and slogan of Sol, the Square Clothier, —e—— “DE GUSTIBUS.” I'm sure I don't want to be finical, And pose on «@ virtuous pinnack But I really can't rshal A feeling that’s partial ‘To romances Elinorglynical! —Lippincott's, who was begging for freedom at, the sight of his master, Lizzie was in her flowing fur cloak ‘with heavy veils holding on her turban. She had tried to make the parting ful- ly up to her hysterical Latin idea of Partings, but Wilkinson had complained of dyspepsia and the angry glint in his eyes had cooled the cinders in her breast she would have gladly warmet at the least sign of encourase- iss me, Dick,” she pleaded, with one foot on the running board, Sir Richard pecked her ¢ace with his thin nose. she complained, em- precing him fervently and seeking ms goody, dear, Ne s take good care of you the wireless address. Howson had cranked up and tae high powered limousine was , Of the house on the Palisades. Sir Richard saw a hand waving from the tonneau as it took the bend of the old carriage path. He waved back wut of pure politeness and then sald: “Thank God," An episode in his checkered career was ended. The latter part of it had weighed on his pattence, "Canto!" thy Ttallan, Cc The magnificent beast, with f Joy and dripping jaws. t ir Richard, billet hi ‘Canto the Wop spent a part of his gir Ri time in Dowling ace of the gress dane pee iVe 0 HM " o NEw RICH SAYS A LITTLE BOY OUGHTA HAVE O the Fountain of Youth!" laughed a fluff of a Bessie and held high a bubbling champagne glass ae round the table came her curn for a “toast.” “T “The FALSE Fountain of Youth,” I corrected, lq Bessie pouted just a wee dit, but I knew how hurt she felt. To the Uttle butterfly girl the glase was as large as her life, for she had noth- ing to do but enjoy herself at dances, bridge and teas. To Bessie the ing the dog, ‘you're @ fine old boy, you're @ fine old boy, and you love your master, don't you?” Poor Bobs was in ecstacy as he fawned beneath the white, well kept band that rested on hic great muzzle. The morning was fine, with the alr filled with ozone. The sun shone bright- ly and the skies were blue, washed Clean of clouds by the winds of the night before, “You didn’ Kelley had drawn up « tabouret for his wine and tobacco and another for his book, “Hea Tim finished his job?” the master asked, “Which one, air?’ asked Kelley. “The iron ladder down the crevice, leading to the river.” “Yes, sir; he finished it lest night.” ‘In there g clear way through the ice for the motorboat?" “Yes, sir, but tt keeps two of us busy every morning.” “Keep It clear. How are the engines working?” “Howson said he thought ahe could make forty knots, sir.” ike her, Bobs, did you?” ked his pet as he took a 9 of the piazsa, “Bat ® new mistress and one nd protect." tried to speak with his dumb, affectionate ey longer the cold, compelling master of a tew fore, ‘He amiled and played with his pet, throwi: jek for him and giving him the exercise he much needed. all right, sir, better man with gasoline engines. Sir Richard left his chair and looked down from his window on t! brink of the pr ice, He below ir built for speed. @ most important matter to think over, Kelley,” he |. “Let noth- ing disturb me that can be possibly avoided,’ He filled hip glase with the Amontil: lado and sipped of it with evident en. Joyment. CHAPTER XXVI. VER a month had passed since the robbery of the vaults of the Excelsior Trust Company, ry word of it had ry Kelley was playing the part of butler ow st He stood at the open door, not tn liv- ery, for no guests came here as yet, but in his everyday clothes and more as a guard and watchman than as a menial. ‘Kelley,” called the master, “bring to the library a pint bottle of Amontillado and a fresh box of perfectos, I shall take it easy to-day. Let the dog have the run of the hour a the grounds. will be no one to complain of trim a motorboat th: Has Faw By C. M. Payne doth HE TOLD 415 MA,AND HE SAys SHB SAID IF-IP. A LTne Boy, u“——_— a ep qd i F i, * - —s dubdbies symboliced frivolity and gayety. Frivolity meant life and gayety meant Youth to Butterfly Bess. Those Uttle dancing bubbles are ae alluring as are the singing sirens of the sea to some folks, and they will play Youth just ae false Ge the sirens played sailors, ~ They wit drown Youthend wreck “Ambition,” the ship on which Youth satle. ELEANOR SCHORER. reat Summer Of New York the police and the epectal detectives by keeping ellent. The emall iosers were put, off with one excuse or another, at the same time being assured that their losses would bp met by the companie: Tesponatble, Working quickly through ents in many cities Sir Dick had mat jed to dispose of majority of th certificates of very The jewelry had goneto the melting pot, and the gems removed trom the pieces had been divided up among his hench- men and quickly passed elong through the pawnshop route into cash money. The time had come when Sir Dick was ready to retire, He had even econ enough of the world end had enough of adventure. This old mansion, hidden away among the socks and trees of the Palisades, would be made tanto & com- fortatle abiding place. He would buy all the adjacent vacant land and hedge and fence dn, His porter’s lodge would hou at would die for him If the day came whep the sleup' law should find out" his lair he woul make # run for it by means of the tro ladder, down the crevice in the Pali- with @ heavy purchase of matches— enough to last him five years. Cockney ‘Tim's one wish had been granted. He was permitted to drink all the gin a human could drink without disappearing in a flame of spontaneous combustion, ‘The whole benighted crew, save the above such things, was happy and snug in @ warm kite! play- ing the lowly but vastly interesting game of chance known as craps. Lav- ing no one to rob outside of thelr own circle they were busily engaged in try- to rob each other of what they had stolen, Fate had brought their kind of hap. piness for the henchmen, but had ne: glected the master. Over his Amontil lado and tobacco Sir Richard turned over and over in his mind the vastly Pussling matter of the Violet Widow. How could reach her without im- peritiing himself too greatly? Who was thia handsome young man who had taken his place and wae pephaps even now winning the heart of the fascinating little woman? That the man Judson had eo cleverly spied upon was a rival for her affections he had convinced himself with the jeal- ous care of a man in love. Sir Richard had never hurt any fel- low human, He had never stolen from the poor, and in taking from the pirates » occasionally he was ony an open and abovevoard man- ner (a8 an honest felon one ight say) did under the guise of bual- » Canto, Judson and Cockney 0 seemed to got along famously t a last name, had all been well provided for. Sir Dick was no niggard in wis awards for ment. Kelley, who was human and who had a heart despite his calling, had bougnt for ‘his mothe sisters a home to had went enough money to Helly to bring over to his adopted country the entire tribe 96 Gaal 00d end bad, one thing t of woman, H ‘was @ treasure he had sever until Betty Vincent’s ° Advice to Lovers The saying that “youth secks youth’ will probably always be true for author of “The Corner of Harley Street,” who has just published “Pity the Poor Blind,” the story of a ‘Church ef England priest who finds brought out her new of Thane,” goes for stay in Japan, where of her girlhood. Hor father was Ca; L, I, Janes, an army officer, She has lived tn China and India, but ef recent years in Califernia. C. M. Williameon was living in Lon: don and was editor of Black and White when Miss LAvingston, @ young wo- man of the American South, came to Europe for @ visit. The two met and id now we have the Willlam- e in the spirit that has yielded @ Small library of travel romances, Frederick Ferdinand Moore, author ef “The Devil's Admiral,” cation in the Yosemite Valley made up ‘as an Indian and doing the “big ohief” act for a photo-play. ‘Winaton Ghurchill is on his ranch in Santa Barbara, Cal. George Lee Burton, author of “Tack- ling Matrimony,” hai ard from @ friend who has a friend who told hi that he bad been told of three mai ringes said to be due to Mr, Burto: book, Bo it must haye been @ feir tackle, ‘Listen! B. M. Bower, author of “Good Indias love destroyed his complacency, and bis etite In life, that of beating out of the law, was gone, He shuddered as he vegan to realize that honesty paid larger dividends than the other policy and that it pald @ treasure that no moth could gerrupt and that no thief, however clever, might hope to steal. ‘Thia new and heretofore unreal- ised treasure was Happiness. Sir Richard bad turned Atty. counted his years grimly as hi at his windo jaying I's tattoo with his fing pon the arm of his chair, He had piled up loot for y thirty y and had hidden it carefully in @ dozen banks under o dozen names in al) th ft the world. A email fortune tn ca: always ready at his hand tn prepa tlon for fight. Gladly would he have given $100,000 for the privilege of walk- ing into the Hotel Westmoreland on lower Fifth avenue and going to the apartment of the Violet Widow, A smile ho ut his thin lipe at the thous! He had stolen one tht at le kiss trom her lips, magnificent rogue that he waa, h to the princely gift hi recompense for his a her head he would h fared forth to al the crown jewels of England that might shower them at her feet. indeed, an important matter attention of the yegginan, As he could not go to the wowhe he hungered after, he would have brought to him. If, by deing @ thief, happinehs was held eloof from him he would spring up and drag happiness to his le He would steal re- had made her In At the nod of Tea ek Oot be ve p & an other deeply. We are to announce engagement this summer, but a6 ls only eighteen we are our two-year engagement Yeo, as she is 90 think you need worry adout happiness. As a Sister. * “The Uphill Climb” ané ether § ra and I want to speak with y rious matter.” “Yes, chief,” ey took @ chair near Sir Richa: pS rgper Ry) er Be ie ot “Not of the usual eo: ‘a the reply, task J am ine yt \dertake will be dangerous @ no thought m: jey'e face broke inte a “Wow!” wae all that think of sayiag.