The evening world. Newspaper, July 17, 1913, Page 15

Yes. DARLING =F Ten Nation-Famous New York Murders By Alfred Henry Lewis ¢ 6—The McFarland-Kichardson Murder. SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING FHOTALAENTS. RS, GALHOUN, a practical epirit, again writes Mre. Mo- Farland. This letter was @ shout of triui domitable “Lu' are..turning the world moves. M: gone, He, did ani ter “at"length. Booth was with him ¥t reached him, and he read hat’ dtvine ‘mai in’ you. 1 quot gentate. Lf you will play such parts “Hamlet” you can have an Ith the“miracle! Here! Or if you do not want so d0°thdt, Mr. Stuart will give you an nent In the country. But I ad- here first, by all means, @arling, 1 could not be happter if { hed discovered a gold mine, Mavbe Think of pI ne with Booth! Jove or not. it I Poop igh or 3 thought I was, “After I_ was married and began (6 know Mr. McFarland I found him mad: ly jealous of me—a jealousy which: seemed to me to have its root in redioal want of confidence in woman's virtue, A bachelor’s experience had made him belleve women were not al-' blow at the tenderness I felt for him. “This waa the first shook; the second was the discovery that !f anything an- noyed him, i¢ I waa impatient or a little crosa, he would Grink liquor, and come home under its influence When Mr. came home thus I loathed nspeakad! Goa only knows; but it is enough to tell you that in @ year the Possibility. er loving him was utterly extin- of hed. This is an gu wiul thing to say, dearest, When he ig drunk, all th 0 good in him is turned to evil; he is simp); ng truly @ fiend. “My darli I spent nights in as, scenes before which tragedy grows pale. | as patient him enough tek, X| qu don't know what to do—Wwhat course to take. I dread my future eo much, and I have my bablé® to think of. Yester- I try, Heaven knows, to be es I can. But I do not lo to let him wound me to. Gay he drew two weeks of my salary it the theatre and I fear will spend the which we meed so much, in The Wife Beater. fs On the back of her letter to “Lu, {e) Mrs. McFarland, working thro only the sadness w: u,” who, brave and true and iriendly, was still no seeress to read * tuture. The Winter Garden, under Stuart's t, accepted Mra, McFarland, as Nerissa to Booth's Shy- doubted but what week, -MeFartand was not pleased. Richardson was too much in affable evi- bout Mrs, McFarland, 1 Farlands at this time lived at Amity street. Richardson had ‘& room at No. & Amity etreet. November he, too, found quarters | 4° at Ney This arrangement threw nim and MoFariand greatly together. friendship, they declared, was Some cynic-satiriet had sald McFarland wae inclined to accept the view of the cynie-satirist, He was jealous, and showed it. Also, more than usually stligent the bottle, Her “‘Heart’s Content.” Richardson had been two monthe at Ne. Amity street when Mra, Mo- Fartand wrote to the loyal “Lu.” “You know, my darling, when I was married I had not much experience of Mtever judgment of Mr. McFarland asked me to marry him I eald-‘yes’ without proper 2 wes not in love with any one ol » everybody got married, I thought, I never questioned whether I wae suffi- character. When | Fa: liberation, | t Sinclairs, secured a piace in the House for the idle, drunken, rland, @ took it Feb, 1, 1867. Coming home from the Custom Hoi MoFarland found Mra, MoFarland tal ing with Richardson in the hail, M Farland said nothing, did nothing. Mo- Farland, while violent, was afraid of Richardson. Going to the nearest saloon, he drank himeelf into @ suMcient pitch of courage, however, to return and as- sail Mra, MoFarland, KJ next day, when he was sober, M McFarland told MoFarland had borne all she would. She was det mined upon @ separation. ‘ was Bhe wrote the news to Mrs, Calhoun, who was in Washington. Weaver Sage, al' tiairs’', Mra. MoFar! weav and MoFarland met. inclairs Calhoun were there. The terms of ion were discussed, and MoFar ‘Two weeks went by. Richardson from Hartford wrote Mrs. McFarland a fetter, The letter, after thie strange fashion, fell into the fingers of Mo- Ferland, Richardson had addressed It to the office, care of Business Manag: Farland had come over Oustom House to ask Sinclair question. Clair, whose eyesight was bad and who happened to have the letter in his hands at the moment, read “Mr.” where he e@hould have read ‘Mra,” an@ thought the letter for Mo 4 riand. “Here's a letter for Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers On Vacation. ts SINC ERBLY Joo that all the young men women who write me letters are able to take pleasant vacations this summer, And I also hope that no one of them, while do anything that he or she may afterward cause to regret. President Wilson has said somewhere that the influence which keeps the ma- forityof us towing the mark is simply— neighbors, And I think we all ig cA re, decorum which restrain ue at home Iv’e-a good thing to get out of the rut~and see new faces at least once @ year, But not even this Iiberty should ve Permitted to degenerate inte license, Watair Treatment. "He @" writes: ‘For thre years I ave'teen paying attention te o | hem I Was formally introduced beginning of cor have stiri to at the During the last year I have received many lettere from her which have been most loving, She has often declared that she couldn't live without me. Now she has suddenly announced her angage- ment to another and asked me not to write again, Has she treated me fair- lyr" ‘There was no reason why she shouldn't |have been good friends with you, but she Ought not to have made you think that ebe loved you. “1. K," writes: ‘Tam tm bove with young man who seems to care for me |But one night I saw him and he didn't wpeak to me, though the next night took me home Do you think he E ne aun He may not have |though you saw him H 3 F a” “1 om myself deeply in i a belie young man of twen' care for me, and ag he ia my mother allows me to tentions, Now ean 3 be et my ager” You are toe young for aftets, Content yourself with man's triendalp and ey not to oe, 5 é Hy 3 i Hr: Ha | sabe’ i i ii 8 wiz; Hoes ALL DAR ANO ~ | CAVE THAT OP MIN® ORDERS To GTAY IN ANO WATCH Wagpright, 1018, by Leute Jota Vanes.) Pas PRECEDING OBAPTERS. tue oF Kew tore Yamyes, and gualete, r] ‘that be te eufferiog at but ox CHAPTER VIII. (Contianed.) A History. orate the deuce are yout” he ae uy. a private detective, Now—I'@ @ person of mo particular employment, of inde- pendent means, with @ pendhant—you're at erty to assume—tor poking my nose tato other people's business.” “Obes A word, “tlackmel,” Jeaped into Whitaker's eonsciousness end served to harden the hostility in his attitude, “Mrs, George Pettit once employed me to find her sister, Mims Mary Ladisias, who had run away with & ebauffeur named Morten,” pureved the man evenly, ‘That was about the time— shortly efter—the death of Thurow Ladisias; eay two menths after the so- jopement.” Bamber bowed gravely. For a thought fonger Whitaker's gase bored into his eves ln vein offort to fathom what was 8 Naee Sneee Che OTE y |Z hed little trouble in following the his epetch; then, remess- his hend, Wmber* Gt ran) ‘wrtvate! agency, 1435 Broadway, Grace Pettit.” Whitaker folded the paper and put ft @way in @ pocket, “Go on, please,” he sald quietly. “In those days," Mr, Ember resumed, “I 414 auch things indifferently wel. esonge ia crossed to the Conasstiout shore, while the man went back to New York with the automobile, He turned the ma- chine in at the Ledisias garage, by the way, and promptly fell into the bands (ot the police, He was wanted for theft jim @ former position, was arrested, con- | Visted and sent to Sing Sing, where hi Presently died, I'm giad to say. I though: thie information might smterest you.” Whitaker nodded grimly, | "Can I order you something to drink?” | “No, thank you-and I'm already smoking.” Mr. Ember dropped the ash from a cigar. “On the Connecticut aide ‘t was my business to find out I discovered that Miss Ladisise had registered at the Commercial House as Mrs. Morten. She was there, alone, that name, nearly @ week before istered there as Hugh M-o-r- t-en, and in the space of a few hours under® your right name, her off to New Yort,” “Right,” Whitaker agreed steadily. “And thent'—— "I traced her to the Hotel Belmont, | where she stopped over night, then lost her completely, and #0 reported to Mrs, Pettit. I must mention here, in conf. dence, in order that you may under- my subsequent action, that my Dill for the investination was never paid, Mr, Pettit was not in very com: fortable circumstances at the time No matter. I didn't press him, and later was glad of it, for it left me a free agent—under no obligation to make fur- ther report." “] don't understand you.” “In @ moment. I cane into a Uttle Money about that time, and gave up my business; gave it up, that 's, as far lacing myself at the an't concern me personally, although @evtas, be locked Gown 04 the entice they were often matters of emizeme 1a- DOES Ay GHE'S Sereat to the general public, in other words, ‘I amusement continued to employ my time |professionatty, but only for my private or in the intereste of my friends, After some time Mr, Drum- mond sought me renew my search you were dead, he said; ahe was due to | mond——?" Whitaker leaned over the table, study- | ing the man'a face yes. 1 found Ore 1 didn't report to terest. No—and aker, and begged me to Mrs. Whitaker; eatate—a comfortable fotense in- “But why—in Heaven't Ember smiled eomberly at the droop. ash of his cigar. “Thi ral reasons. First among them—I n't have to. I had asked no retainer from Drummond, and I rendered no bill, What I had found ewt was mine to keep or eell, as I to sell be wht “ARI o—weil, jer begged me not to,” Whitaker treathed, sitting | chose, Decause back. ‘Why?’ “This was your marriage. Mrs. all of @ year, I think, after Whitaker hed tasted the sweets of independence and— got the habit. She had adopted fession looked upon with by her family and I may say mations of ) that extraordinary pow: which made her Sare Law—as you her to-night, If she came forward as | the widow of Hugh Whitaker, meant renunciation of the stage: inful scenes with her m of hers in her {t meant iy it action and evelopment which was decent obscurity, She was Already successful in a small way, had little nm as claim ated my eympathy and—I kept “That was decent of you.” The man bowed a quiet acknowtedg. |” "q thought you'd think a0. There meni was a third him wil “Mr. reason.” until Whitaker encouraged Aad) Whitaker'——the query came point-lank——"do you love your wife?” Whitaker right—!" caught his breath, he began, and “What checked abruptly. The blood darkened his lean cheeks. “Mra, Whitaker gave me to under- stand that you didn't. ‘Whit> | look I chose not); Mrs. Tt wasn't hard | HING LD ANOS glut By Louis Joseph Vance Author of “The Brase Bowl,” do, ot bag your te ies your " Whitaker mi tered thickly. fenton, “You don't, th j jTeason,” he pursued ia a more level voice, “which I thought you should know about that induced me te keep Bare Law's secret. I loved her from the day I found her, Ghe has never od twice at me, But thats way I 4 is, Doubtless Mri Gerstands—{f she hasn't forgotten me by this thme—but, If eo, It ie wholly through intuition, I had the eense not to invite the thunderdok. I've sat quietly in the background watohing her work out her destiny—teeling a good deal tke a god in the machine ‘She doesn't know &, unless Max told her inst my wish, but it was I who induce him to take her from the ranks of a provincial stock company and bring jher before the pubiie, four years ago, as Joan Thureday. Since then her dee been rather too big @ for me [and wondered, @ about her of which even she was un- @uapictous.” Vhat do you meant’ Whitaker de- manded, mystified. “Did it strike you te wonder at the extraordinary mob her farewell pere |formance attracted—the rabble that packed the etreet, though quite hopeless even secing the inside of the the hy—yee, of course, It struck me her unusual. But. then, Max had all evening but telt ¥. Th or— ‘the morbid curtosity of New York. Those people were waiting, thrilled with expectancy, on tlp-toe—for what do you think?” "TL shail th’ you mad in another to understand, everything considered, moment !f you don't explain yourself,” that your motive wae pure chivelry— | Whitaker told him candid! Quixotism. q@ove wih T ehould Iike to go to my Dal ao Ember's smile flashed and vanished, “Daey were walsing for the “ You Can Be Your Own on ctor. aa Coomette, Beauty Do By Andre Dupont. Capyright, 2918, by Tho Pras Publishing On, (Tho New York Brening World.) ss | poms! tented.” ‘WISH 1 had ao let of money.” eald the Average Girt, “Yeu should remembe-,” reproved the Woman of Thirty, “that tt le j@ te have plenty ef money and atill be unhappy and discon. | ’ very true,” enapped the Gérl, “but any censibie persen would iste HT tr | 1 t | | i i i t i | , i : “Mo, I de not. Gait te am excelent that amount, te @ little—I should say about” x tonic for the tecth, mt invigorates the gums and polishes the enamel, I always give my Fud at least once a week.” “1 guese I'll try @ few of thoee etunts,” eald the Ctrl, and laugh, “for then that presently eame te them-—dhe repert “‘iwhat tee Souce'— “Patience! It bad been Gtecounted: ff something ef the sort hadn't happened would have gone disappoint- 1e4 to bed to-night. The reason? Tale io the third time it hae happened—the same tiing, practically: Sara Law on I'm | the verge of leaving the stage to marry, @ fata! accident intervening. Did Max ‘any chance mention the nickname New ‘ork hae bestowed on Sare Law?” “Nickname? No-o"— call her ‘The Destroying “What roti “Yes, but what colnclenca Three men loved her—and one by one they dled, And now the fourth Do you wonder"—— “Oh, but—The Destroying Ange’—!" ‘Whitaker cried indignantly. “How can they blame her?’ “Tt tdame—it's Listen”-—— Bmber bent forward, holding Whit- gase with Intent, grave eyes. rapid undertone, year or #o after her triumph as Joan Thursday. There were then two men openly infatuated with her, @ boy named Custer, and a man I believe you know--William Hamilton," “I knew them both." Law was confidently anticipated died suddenly; the coroner's jury di cided that he had misjudged the Inte of a loaded revolver, People whi of suicide, but {t didn't look qui ( However—Hamilton, stepped into his “Presently we 4 that Sara Law was to mafry him and leave the stage. Hamilton had to go abroad on buniness; on the return trip—the wedding was slated for the day after he landed here— he disappeared, no one knew how. Pre- sumably be fell overboard by accident one night; sane men with everything the work to live for do such thin you know-—aocording to the news “4 waderetand you Please go on.” ¢ ‘ | fled the lines of Enmrber’s mouth. euperstition. | iis s a ing dieon dead with @ bullet in @ riffle bullet, but thor was crowded, no one port of the shot and carrying @ fifie, that he had been shot down by some- body using a gun with a Maxim silencer from @ window the eouth siae wf the Square. Thi 4 “And now Drummond!" Whitaker ex- claimed tm horror, ‘Poor fellow! Poor woman!” A slightly sardonic expression modi- “Bo far as Mra, Whitaker te concerned,” he at pedantic mode or was to learn: = gF elite serious concentration—‘'l echo the senti- ment. But let us suspend judgment on | Drummond's case until we know more. It Is not as yet an established fact that at least, tn my mind. Drummond In the flesh, “Coming up downtown subway the Park Avenue Hotel, hat pulled down over his eyes and an old overcoat buttoned tight up to hie chin, He was carrying @ satchel bear: ing the initials C. 8. D.; but was other- * wise pretty thoroughly disguised, and,’ * I judged, anxious enough to encape recognition.” ¢