The evening world. Newspaper, July 1, 1913, Page 17

? Ten Nation-Famous New York Murders By Alfred Renry Lewis (Copyright, 1918, by B. 8, McChuse,) ee aan ane een ene Noe SL) 2—The Mystery of the Wonderful “Girl in Green.” SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING INSTALMENT. Helen Doyen was bom at Auguste, Me. @ comtury ago, Sho was beautiful and accomplished, ‘Man efter man fell tu love with her and proposed mamlage, Bho refused gil quch proposals, pre- to ead @ butterfly life rather than to dows to welded! routine, Coming to New the attrncted inptant attention and became 0 “The Girl in Green,” Her home here wes at No, 41 Thomas street, At the theatre one "a clerk, Richard Robin- + “(ontinued.) ER “dear Frank” having re mained away a week, Helen } became uneasy. Ghe wrote him an imperious note, com- manding his appearance, and employing such terms as “Do you think I will endure this? @hall 1, who have rejected hundreds, sit quiet ‘under treatment only invented for my mortification? * © * You hat known how I can love, Do not, oh, ) t provoke the experiment of seeing how I can hate. But in love er in hate, Your Helen.” Helen's Frank was afraid of her. And because it ts commonly those that are afraid who kill, his fears made him dangerous. He was in a corn Te gain time he replied to Helen's note with a letter in which he sald with @ loftiness of manner which his shaking e\y soul 414 not bear out. “1 have read your note with pain—I uid aay displeasure—nay, anger. Women are never so foolish as when they threaten, You are never so foolish + as when you threaten me. Keep quiet until I come on Saturday night, and them we ahall see if we cannot be detter friends hereafter. Do not tell any one 1 ehall come.” The Murder. Melen's Frank wrote this letter on the dacs ef an interview with the robbed Hiecle and his tearful daughter. What wee said at that interview, and what perhaps was threatened, may have had @ Geek te do with what the letter told. It ren@iy as though murder were already in Blo extn, What he did Friday and upon Gataréay, defore going to Thomas wrest, grentty bears out this assump- tom, Rodtason, afias Rivers, reaolving upon murder, showed himself 80 much tho Qungter ae to seem almost if not quite the fool Remembering, possibly, his ad- yenture with Mise Chancellor, his first thougtte turned to arseule, Dr. Chabert, the Wire King, sold drugs at tre north- edst corner of Broadway aud Pearl, Robingen asked for arsenic at tha Fire King’a, giving rate as the reason; but the Fire King declined to sell him any, greatly doubting the race. Failing the arsenic, the crude and sav age clumsiness of Robinson fell back upon that butcher's weapon, @ hatchet, It was Saturday night. Kobinson, wrapped in his Spanish cloak, rapped at the door of the house In Thomas street just as the far-off beils of Trinity were counting ten. Mrs. Townsend let him tn, Migs Stevens met him on the stair, and spoke to him. He went up to Hv'en'a doom, XN Misa Stevens slept across the hall from THE STORY OF PICKETT’S CHARGE. ‘Written by His Widow for The Evening World, | Whe most spectacular feat in American warfare was Pickett's Mrs. Gen. Pickett hag written » graphic, vivid secount 38 will appear tm to-morrow's (Wetnesiay’s) Brening Hele apartments, At 2 A. M. she heard @ dull blow, then groans, and crept to her door to listen. Ten minutes went byf all was quiet. Saw Too Much. Helen's door waa gently opened, and the peering Miss Stevens eaw Robinson steal, catfoot, down the stair. It would seem that Mies Stevens saw too much that Saturiay night, for, like Mise Chan- cellor before her, she too died of potson one week before Robinson's trial. As she stood looking and listening at her half-open door, Mies Gtevens heard Rob- ingon leave the house dy the rear. Robinson climbed twe feness and found his way inte Hwdson street through the basement of @ house ocou- pied by @ black laundress, Im the hurry of bis fence-climbing, he lost his dloak and the murderous hatchet—e-ree with bleod. The police of those days were laughed at as “Leatherheads.” And yet, within the hour following Mra Townsend's ories of “Murder! Watch!” Leatherhead Didridge had found the hatchet, Leatherhead Palmer had found the Spanish cloak, while Leatherhead Den- nis Brink had arrested Robinson in hed with hte roommate, James Tew. Robinson having killed Helen, set fire to the room. It was an all-pervading sme of emoke which, at 3 o'clock in the morning, induced Mrs, Townsend to force Helen's door. : The House of Fate. Lat a newspaper man of the day tell what Mrs, Townsend beheld upon thet door-forcing occasion, “Yesterday afternoon, about 4 o'clock, the sun broke out for @ moment in splendor. I started on a visit to the acene at No, 41 Thomas street. On pass- ing through Chapel street I eame to the corner of Thomas street, which runs ‘Weat from behind the hospital yard to Hudson street. A large crowd of young men stood around the door, No. 4, and ral groups along the streets in va- rious directions, ‘The excitement among the young men throughout the city was beginning to spread in all directions, “The house is two stories end attie, large and elegant, painted yellow, and on the left hand side as you go to Hud- son etreet, It 1s eatd to be one of the most aplendid establishments of ite Rind that the city can show. I knocked at the door; @ police officer opened ft Stealthily, I told him who I was. “Mr, B., you can enter,’ said he with Great politeness, “I entered—I pressed forward to tbe | sitting room or parlor, There I found another police officer in charge of that} apartment, The old lady of the house, Mra, Townsend. waa sitting on @ sofa, talking to several young men, in a great state of excitement She described what Helen had aaid—how she dlacovered the fire—how she made an alarm—how she called for the watch, The room wae elegantly furnished with mirrors, splen- did paintings, sofas, ottomans and evory variety of costly ¢urniture “The police officer, when he saw me, sald, ‘Mr. B., would you ‘tke to see th: place? “'T would,’ I replied, “He immediately rose—I followed him, We mounted an elegant staircage, dark and gloomy, On reaching the second story the police officer took @ key from his pooket and opened the doo “What @ sight burst upon m« (To Be Continued.) ON Pops Brave - HE s-- [The Man With kee Rea ER we By C. M. Payne a Billion}* Wrggright, 1913, by Jobe 4, Moreen) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CBAPTERS. ‘Rte Richard” Calvery, « famous crook, loots trosgure vealia near Wall taest of abewt 8 Uillion ollam’ worth of money, jewels curition, Me transfers the plunder to bie louse on the Palisades, But, hari ere ful wome fmewn as “tbe Violet Wi ‘the Zopbar diamond, ‘stolen fortune, Adri Vander man, who takes up detective fa love with Mra, Peyton, James é Gj iL mt Riis bie : i 282 i ee ¥ 4 ~ | | ine i i : " ii Hi bbe At i ‘CHAPTER XL, (Oentinved.) 1 bowed very low, dropped his cane over his isft forearm and i extended his ungloved right i} hand, ‘IT have come te bid you adieu,” he eald. ‘Forgive me for not having my visit announced,” Cora recovered her wits iong eneugh to invite him to enter, Ge followed her to the reception room, Astounded though he was, Adrian re- turned the bow of Sir Richard, His tongue el to the roof of his mouth and Cora was fairly speechiess, Not #0 with 6ir Richard, He was as much at ease as if Re Bad deen calling dutifully every week upon the Violet Widow. Ma: the ship salle very early in the morning ‘and I ehall go aboard in @ few minutes ‘#0 a8 to avold temptation of any sort,” He amiled. | “The police found it te their advantage |to release me yesterday,” he explained. end securities, A bargain was struck. Business won over justice,” ‘There was a touch of cynical weariness in his voice, Adrian and Core realized in q moment that Sir Richard had held the winning card in the game with the police and that by returning the greater part of the ty atolen cash and securities he had gained dis freedom, Bir Richard let the ids drop over bis eyes and continued as if in reflection. “I did not want to leave the country without telling you good-by, Mrs, Pey ton,” he sald, “You came very near playing @ very Important part in my life, ‘You may recall what I said te you not ee long age when I asked vainly for your love.” “You aid that you would tive the Urb of an honest man,” Core replied, “I thought I would try it anyhow—€or wariety,” he continued. ‘I wae released from that miserable hole at headquar- ters at 9 o'clock yesterday afternoon. I fear that I am hopeless. At 9 o'clook this morning I entered this hotel and while you elept"— “You stole the Zophar diamond!” orted Adrian and Cora in one breath. ‘Which I eeturn to you,’ Richard. He was ollent for @ moment and a emile played about his tips. He seemed to be hugely enjoying his refiections. “Whatever else I eto! am unable to weturn,” he eaid with @ sigh, as Cora flushed. “You mean that you kissed me in my sleep!" exclaimed Cora with indignation. “T kissed the tips of your fingers, my Gear lady,” he replied, ne saw Adrian tremble with anger and rise from hia chair, ‘Your e@weet lips are for Mr. Vanderpoel, alas!” He took the great diamond from his wainteoat pocket and handed {t te Cora. ‘With @ profound bow to doth he " added Sir “The Destroying A all flotion, It le also to carry past your etation. mise a eingle instaime You can't afford & ‘And rome: GRANDMA — SHE “SPANKED MG - UH— CAyse | SAID—— = ' SAID \wouLoNT LET ‘ER SPANK ME: He's main’ nee REB-auze, HE rs: THE DESTROYING ANGEL, A Romance of New York. By Louis Joseph Vance. WI Begin In To-Morrow’e Evening World I" eontaine o ful of action and suspense, The kind of eertal of this great New Verk oummer ir, Thi wawll of New York. turned and was out of the apartment in & eecond. CHAPTER XLI. HE Zophar diamond lay on the table between them. “Take it and whom it belong: “Adrian, I hope I shall never see it or any other diamond egain.” ‘There was © quaver in her votes Adrian was standing and looking into her eyes, questioningly. “The man must ha’ love with you,” he said. “He entered this apartment like o burglar end left it on my pillow,” she told him, “He came again and stole it, Now be has gone end it must be given back to whom It belongs.” “You are hiding something, Cora,” he ead. “Yea,” whe tod him. @he went to @ tiny desk In @ corner of the room, opened it, pressed @ hid- den spring and released a secret drawe From the hiding place she took @ little gold disk, which she Rept hidden in her palm. “What ts that?’ he asked, "I shall tell you while we have a up of tea; my nerves are still in bad shape.” She rang for the @oon brought. “Pour it, Adrian,” ehe askel “My hands tremble." He aerved the tea, “You know that my husband was a poor man when we lived in London,’ ahe said, een madly in aid and the tea wi ‘Fle died penniless, But I had plenty of friends in the Embassy, as you may recall." He nodded, of the strangest love stories In Destroying Ange!” wit! Great Summer Story | By John A. Moroso. Author of “THE QUARRY.” “I sought work, and @naily, through the diplomatic service, I was given @ Government commission, 3t was to find out from @ woman where her husband had hidden certain papers of State that he claimed to have been atolen.” Adrian lifted his eyebrows @ token and agreeatie wo! and the government put me on ret payroll at a good salary, J appeared from London in course of my @uties. My next task showed me that the government thought me worth keeping in ita employ. My salary was raised, and when joo of forged United States bonds was floated I was asked to ald in locating Sir Richard Calverly.” “What!" cried A@rian, half rising from Ms chair. She nodded prettiy “IT am not ashamed,” she eald. “The work was honest, and in behalf of jus- tiee and my Country. 1 am rather proud, I captured Sir Richard, did © not?” “Go on,” eaid Adrian Ddreathtessly, “I met Mr, Montague Jetfray while I was engaged in exploring the fringe of ahe reaumed, "I came here to he lived here. I suspected ing an Imposter, but 1t w the proof. I was not ce wan Sir Richard until the the Excelator Trist Company. “Told by whom?’ asked Adri “Why, by the head of t jh a 4, any one known that T was entitied to woar that badge my us fulness to the service would have ended,” Adrian began to longh Ho left his here!” He tore open hie watstenat and showed > the eorvi of med, “How your wealth " he told her. “After T ran away from London and you I was always hunting troubl excitement,” “Al now, Adrian’ “I think we ehall both sent” he eaid, By Julius Cappright, 1818, by The Prem Publishing Oo, (The New 5. THOMAS A. EDISON, Genius of ‘The the Business and sctentifie world etifl leans upon Thomes A. Sea. He Ie the protagonist of the present and of the future! The wit. and Marconi temporeriiy had the limelight thrown upes hae Men of Initiative Modern Americans Whe Have Led the March of Progress DARE To MAKE ANY SUCH Chambers are) ‘Tort Bresing Weal, Wonderful Lamp” oe Eéison stil holde the centre of the stage the world around. easily the foremost star in the scientific galary of the twentieth ea tury. He te that rarest of ail things, a PRACTICAL genius—the champion ef he honest, the useful, the friendly life! ‘There wae a period, about 187, when Edison was in much anxiety of mind concerning the cherished problem of hie life, namely, the subdivision trie current. fe had previously invented the quadruplex telegraph, by Gistinct messages were sent simultaneously over one wire, He was then Gling with the complexities of the phonograph, The telephone had become a fect instrument after the addition of hie carbon transmitter. But ‘were secondary in Eélso mind to « desired confirmation of his belief that electrte current could be divided into sections, switched into and ou! pudlic and house ilwmination! Air ay Park,” dut he was loath to accept the title, At tat moment of anxiety the London Dafiy News asted me to jesoribe exectly what I saw. bulb glowed! ‘A moment later one of em, near to us, aputtered and went out, BUT the Vow trains stopped a was necessary to stop one #'Y ‘The hour agpeinted was 11. I found Mr. j others continued te shine! Destrection et one lamp hed not broken the circuit! ‘That was the eruz of the invention. The Bven to me & was @ moment of delirious triumph. ‘The vacuums ta the siees bulbs wore imperfect: the film used wae o sliver of |; bamboo fishing-rod, to find which medium had deen o task of years. the presence of the genius of lamp casting into insignificance the fabulous ene 4 Pabmyra +f the Desert! lectric light had been sub-divided! 1 stood In Bince that night I oldest and newest towns of the world; I have traversed at night the diack of the Bitter lakes: along the electrically lighted course of the Sues Canal. Thomas Alva Edison ts the imperial MAN of tnitiative! He was with the transminsion of speech by wire as early es Bell or Gray. tion of the phonogragh marked him ae an original ‘thinking machine.” 2 not even mentioned his wondershop at Llewelyn Park. A recapituba| patenta, applying science to industry, would require estumn gulvanised into commercial activity biNions of ‘Mia name te ae tmmortal as that of Archimedes. BETTY VINCENT’S ADVICE Mere TO LOVERS The Sensitive Swain. YPER - SEN- H @ITIVE- NESS really nothing in the world but « form of conceit. ‘The young per- fon who ts always also, of necessity, imagines that he and hie affaires are the important pre- occupation of his friends and ac- quaintances. Of course this isn't eo. All of the people we know think about us some of the time, but no one of them thinks about us all the time In fact, the least vain person probably up much leas room in the minds a ‘That being #0, why imagine that men and women with all thelr own business to mind are going ¢o waste thelr time 19.—MAKING PENN! speak of coppes oolne as W coppers’ for short, In reality the penny {s bronze, a mixture of copper, tin and xinc, This metal ar- rives at the mint in long bare It te put Into closed crucibles in a closed furnace, where the intense heat melts it until it rung like water, The melt- ing removes any tmpurities in the metal, ‘The purified mixture ts poured tnto long, thin moullg and cooled; after which it {s pressed between powerful rollere into sheets the exact thickness of @ penny, These bong, thin strips Row go to another machine, This one 1s outa the dso of a Learn One Thing Every Day How to Gain a Fund of General Information wronging and @ffronting yeu and me? Tt'e our morbid imaginations which ere doing us the real harm, The Chaperon. “N. @" writes: Ie it proper ter me to go to the theatre with a young ama, unless @ chaperon accompanies us? DD am twenty-one years oid, the Jeune man {9 @ pertectty good sort, an@ikeve |. known him some time.” It all depende upon what fe thp eae © * tom among your eccial scquaintamess. In America there is no hard amé Gast rule concerning the chaperon. “B. * writer “I am fifteen years old and very much in jove with @ bey who is four years older than Tam, But °)" he never notices me, although we go to the same school, Is there any way that T could let him know how mush I | caret’ You must avoid any such attempt, wn- Jess you want to be heartily laughed at. | You are too young to be really im love with any one Coprright, 1918, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Bening World), ‘The diank disks are now browght to @ machine which rates the edges of the coins, This protects the face of the Denny from a great deal of wear, Adter thie process they are baked for two and a half houre to strengthen them, Then they are ready for the stamping m@a- chine, Into this machine they are éregped down a sloping tude, At the dette truck detween twe Glee out stamped en beth sie, Every coin te tested defere eaves the mint. The coins Fevolving belt before ~ ll lei } / i