The evening world. Newspaper, August 11, 1913, Page 10

The Bvening World Daily Magazine. Monday. August 11; 1913 e Fhe ‘All Countrics in the Intemational 4 Postal eotecccscnccecccscovess 08.80/One Year. aetna THE SHORTEST WAY WITH THE ALDERMEN. cooceteus 60.95 weevencrsesveescesee Y PUBLISHING the record of each member of the present evo cesesceey Board of Aldermen the Citizens’ Union hopes to bring about the election of men of higher character and intelligence. Before adopting the final report the Union invited each Alderman | to come and look at his record. Only two-fifthe of the Board availed themselves of the chance. Nor do we wonder. To peruse merely the past ‘year’s sordid page of newsstand graft, obstruction of taxicab reform and shameful attempts to pervert the moving picture ordi- nance for the benefit of Aldermen’s theatres must offer few attrac- ‘tions either to those most involved or to their fellow members. What good does the city get out of its Aldermen? Do they offer any real excuse for their official existence? Tammany has long held the Board in the hollow of its hand, and ha# made it into little better than a graduate body of district leaders and wardmen. The few good men who eeek election to the Board hoping to make their influence felt are balked and outvoted at every turn. The average of intelli- gence is notoriously low. As former Commissioner of Accounts Foedick said last winter: “The average so-called investigation by the + Board of Aldermen ie a joke. I have myself heen subpoenaed to go - before a number of committees of the Board which were pretending to investigate something or other. Had it not been for the fact that I was aware it was the City Fathers before whom I was appearing, I might well have wondered if my audience was not made up of « hand- fal of human nondescripts brought in from the street and told to ment of the city government would not have done better and more promptly. Few constructive measures are eubmitted to it that it does not either hold up or fuddle. It is sodden with ignorance and ve- nality. Ite usefulness is a trajition, no longer a fact. In every municipal movement toward progress and intprovement it stands in- eer atone pounce pe heer variably for backwardness and obstruction. The final way to deal ‘with it is to abolish it. — ep “In notes by distance made more sweet” are borne to 1s the praises of our gracious Mayor as sung by Martin Littleton and “Abe” Hummel carolling together In a London public house. ———_+4 => —____ THANKS TO HIS HONOR. E HOPE the city is beginning to be duly grateful to Mayor Gaynor for his discovery that it is a crime to eat a sand- , wich after 1 o'clock én the morning eves in a restaurant that has closed its bar at the hour prescribed by law. “The police » say they must obey the Mayor's order and turn people out of restau- fants at 1 sharp, despite the ruling of the Court of Special Sessions in a test case that the eaters had every right to remain. More injuno- tions and more court decisions, will be necessary to settle the legality * of the Mayor’s decree. The Mayor believes in Sunday baseball. He does not believe that people should eat at night. Shall we admire more His Honor’s infallible instinct for nice moral distinctions or the sleepless care with which he watches over our personal liberties ? ——— Bven flustered Mexicans are too wise to jostle the envoy of the President of the United States, \ ‘ ——-+->———__ NO NOISE LEFT IN NEW YORK? HY DOES Mrs. Ieaac L, Rice, the anti-noise specialist, sail away to soothe the nerves of Europe, leaving the impres- sion that there is nothing more in her line to bé done in New York? We are not likely to forget her effarts to cut down the number of night whistles on the Hudson, nor her good work in sup- ‘pressing street noises in. the neighborhood of hospitals. But there are etill wore noises and more of them in this city than she will find anywhere abroad. To go no further, one of the most insufferable noise nuisances to-day is the car-splitting metallic screeches made by our sarface street cars es they round curves at scores of points in the city. A miler intolerable noise is made by worn-out brakes or careless appli- cation of the came. If the New York Railways Company would renew its brakes and grease its curves this nuisance could easily be done away with. Z In Berlin, the quietest big city in the world, no such noisy trolley | > care would be tolerated for a day. Paris and London can always be trusted to keep down superfluous racket. In fact, we cannot under ap apy Eau party een Se aba should feel called Bpen to go over Burope tl fa plenty of noise still , shrieking to be silenced at home. sali (ol meeeseteseceeeees. eeccoeeoooooooeee Nits New down the It was ©o, Jak trenton Word PICTURESQUE winding way Pallwades. th, though steep, and tendrils of some Gowering wild be fell languldly over the Bigher edge of the path to brush & friendly nudge of recognition to the passerby. il shade of a tree, a locust with ite deljcate little oval leaves and ite temmeliated bark, or @ maple showing & tinge of yellow in ite foliage, as set signals that summer was on the wane, threw shadow spots upon the winding trail leading down to where the bright waters of the Hudson lapped the rocky edge of the Palisades—the broad, bright restotiess Owelling of the tide, as strong as death waters and as salt as tears. with the «low, Far over the broad, brigtt waters a Giant faery city — New York — white, Greceful, formidable. Flap, flap, flap! @ aiiewheel boat went by, a floating windowed house of ivory, and here and there a equat black tugboat emoked and Danted and drew aleng its laden barges. pleasing view were not without thelr influence The place, the time, hornt you were tera, the There were ely echootboys jarr, She felt her taut nerves relax, and she smiled upon the pros- pect that emiled up and over to her, ee Broadway's Boy Blue. 7 Little Boy Biue, don't blow your own bofore Wea ole, The Jarrs Encounter the Fathers Of the Famous ‘‘Gentlemen’s Sons’’ 9990S8SSS9TSSSTSS 99T8S9989 99899 9TS 999899899 95999000 was about to add “one’s piece of mind,” | added: ‘Tt ts so delightful and quiet. but the trials and the troubles of their [We'll find a nice spot and plenic.”* strenuous ttle journeys here? and] The path led them to a shelving ledge there around New York, and especially |of greensward beneath the cliffs, a the palpitating strenuousness of life| verdant carpet almost to the water's in Hvelest New Jer: had been| edge. A naturel trellis of a green and charmed away by ¢! mauty of the| scarlet ie that clambered up a scene she now beheKi. So she only| great t mi ® bower for them, « My Hunt for a Wife thelr table and their seat, Mr. Jarr had filled his pipe, while Mra. A New York Bacheior’s ‘Quest of the Golaen. Gei.’’ By Victor J. Wilson. T spread a cloth upon the rock and Coopright, 1918, by The Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening World), brought forth the festal dainties of cake \dwiches. a this is bad! Eh, what?’ re- marked Mr, Jarr. ‘Here we are, not two miles from Harlem, and we ere in @ allent, sylvan paradise! There's five a en Srubby people Hving, fighting, NO. 4.—THE GIRL WHO DIDN’T CARE. tying, toviog, Uking, sieving. Sytnd F you love'you forgive. For if you do not forgive you elther euffer in allence e i : of renounce. And if you renounce you are very lonely—at least until you can forget the loved one, It 1s @ question whether it is a girl's character or her disposition toward a man that makes her guilty of rude and heartless dots which, if he cares for her, he je foolishly willing to pardon, Only after a girl has repeated her impertinences once too often does a man's self-respect force him to acknowledge that ehe has not alotted her affections “It 18 beautiful, isn't it? she asked. “Kin I roll a rock down, maw, end hear it bump and hear it knock down trees and splash into the river? asked the little Jarr boy. “Certainly not!” said Mra, Jarr. “Why do boys and men always want to destroy something, even"— 6he ‘Within our view. And yet here we are. te aim, as distant from it ell as though a thousand miles away!" “Yes, and isn't it grand that no one has ever found place but ust’ re plied Mrs. Jarr, for the femining view ie alwaye somewhat selfish. ‘Well, “ ‘ e Aa I look back om some of Florence's actions I can eve now that she was Plainly trying to discourage my love and to show me that she cared for some one else. Only ber methods were too subtle to penetrate my) matter-of-fact masculinity, Early in my senior year I went down to NeW York with Hal, my roommate, on one of our “once and eo often” bets, and was introduced to Florence L., atster, T'm gad of it, We can come over here chum of Hal’ and have theee delightful little picnics to ourselves often! Now, don't you go telling your Gueses and your Rangles and your Glavinskys about this delight- ful place! It would be desecration if those people came here, or any of their sort! ‘ “Uh-huh,” assented In our first automobile party I included Hal and Regina, Harold D— and | complacency. his sister, After that Florence was very willing to accept my invitations to the theatre or the opera or dinners when I invited others ¢o join us. ‘The fact that Hal had made @ too favorable impression on Florence 44 not in the least lessen my determination to win her for myself. I cherished a foolish whim to announce my ent to Florence at our farewell senior dance In order ¢o get her to go out me alone I invited her to an opening night of an actress whom ghe idolised. J telegraphed her from college and received en aMrmative reply. Before going to a hotel in New York I sent Florence a lange bunch of violets, ith red rose to express the sentiment I felt, and I engaged a table at erry's and ordered ¢he most flashy dinner the bill of fare allowed. When I called for Florence in an automobile which I had hired for the evening I was told by the maid “Not at home.” She had not even left a mee wage for me, I ate my "dinner for two’ tn solitudg, tore up the theatre tlokets, which had cost ten dollare per at a apeculator’s, and carried my mortifica- tion to the enlivening aimosphere of a:prise fight. T cut all lectures the next day, remained in town and telephoned to Florence to hear her explanation. No girl could have been more contrite and apologetic than she was. So, like an easy mark, I invited her to luncheon and a matinee. Opposite me at our lunch board, with dimples and lines of merriment peeping through her sorrowful expression, juet as the sun sometimes unsuccessfully hides itaelf behind clouds on a threatening day, she had.the audacity to tell me she had had another engagement to motor to Briarcliff about which she had entirely forgotten, Of course, Hal was the engagement, Had I not recelved her second telegram saying she could not go with me? That is how Florence ill-treated te, But the more she did so the m Mr, Jarr with lasy Just then the eound of an acconiien emote on thelr ears, and the creaking of carlocks and @ medley of hoarse volees singing: ‘1 didn't want to love you, but you made ng do it!” And three rowboats, laden to the water's edge with coarse and burly men, rowed in from the river to the Uttle cove. ‘With roars and shouts end curses and rough horsep! some fifteen men, faced from the eun and drink, mad aplashing landing. They hauled eshore a keg of beer and so! loaves of rye Dread and other edibles, together with Glasses and bottles, And, howling and uncouthly dancing, they proceeded to guzsle from the broached beer keg. Then while sothe spread the coat of one and etarted play- amused themselves by nd deer glasses the rocks and hurling food ¢ragments at each other. Mre, Jarr called the children in alarm, and hurriedly repacked the picnic dain- tes, “Come, let us go home!” ehe said, Aa they drew away they heard one of my sdmtration increased. Her nerve fascinated me. But chance has @ whipped our? It ts only the man with o masterful control of @ situation who can hope to conquer, And when I saw that Hal was captain of this ship I decided to clear out and give them a chance. ear I went abroad to forget her. And hardly a 's betrothal to Hal wae rumored. After a second |the drinking invaders snarl: "Can you beat it? When you find a ys @ lot month It was announced, ‘When I came back they Iaughed over the whole affair. At any rate, I But they called me now, T think they are the father Uemen's Sone we ire! the Famous Novels By Albert Payson Terhune Coppright, 1913, by The Press Pubfishing Os, (The Now York Evening World), : No. 59—AMBLIA; by Henry Fielding. MELIA HARRIS and her sister Betty lived with thetr mother on 8. A rambling old country estatd in England about the mjddie of the = eighteenth century. Mrs. Harris was very rich. And Amalia was | her favorite child, Betty hated Amelia and was forever trying to etir up trouble for her. | A dashing young officer, Lieut. William Booth, flashed into the sisters’ lives, and both of them fell in love with him. Amelia was by far the more beautiful of the two, and it was Amelia’s love that Booth reciprocated. Mrs. Harris was coaxed into consenting to the match. She bought | Booth a captaincy and settled an allowance on the young couple. A few months later Capt. Booth’s gegiment was ordered to Gibraltar. There the young husband was wounded in battle, and for weeks hovered at death's door. Amelia came on to nurse him back to health, Then their sorrows began. They were broke. Amelia wrote asking her mother for money to take them to @ French resort, where Booth's strength could be built up, Betty answered the letter, presumably in her mother’s name, refusing the request } and grossly berating both Amelia and her husband. Amelia A Beries of ) as dumfounded, The letter virtually disowned Booth Misfortunes. and herself, They were cast adrift., ¥ The friends who had curried favor with Booth when'he had been known es the rich Mrs. Harris's son-in-law now shunned him. Only by the greatest effort could he raise money enough to get to France. There, while he was etill convalescing, Amelia wrote a second letter of piteous appeal to Mir mother. No answer came. She wrote next to a neighbor and learned that her mother had been dead for mapy months, Betty had not taken the trouble te notify her sister, It also appeared that Mrs, Harris had left a will, bequeath- ing only $600 to Amelia and the rest of her vast fortune to Betty. The Booths wete now without money, without occupation (as the captain's Tegiment had been disbanded) end without hope. Back to England they © came, Betty refused to give Amelia a penny, except on the impossible con- dition that she desert her husband. Through the kindness of an old friend Booth began life over again as a farmer. chances. Up to his eyes in debt, he left “he farm and fled with Amelia and their chiléren to London to escape going to the Debdtors’ Prison. fe In the metropolis Amelia and her somewhat worth! jusband underweat » & long series of euch mishaps as old-time writers loved to pile upon their * heroes and heroine: More than once Booth was jailed for debt and for other causes. An edventuress fell in love with him and jcalou: caused ail sorts of bother for the luckless fellow. He was forced into a , Was used as a pawn In the game of politica and intrigue, and altoget! exciting and unpleasant time. ; Two or three men of wealth and rank we mitten by Amelia's ramp beauty and made love to her, only to be repulsed in disgust, and to seek revenge by further injuring yer husband. Throughout the bitter ordeal or poverty, peril and sorrow Amelia bore herself with a gentle and saintly fortitude that was as beautiful as 1t was improbable, ‘At last came the turn in fortune'’s (de. AConspiracy Exposed. forging Mrs. Harris's will, Betty had hired Murphy ¢o hide or destroy her mother’s real will, which left every- thing to Amelia, and to substitute forged will bequeathing everything to Betty herself, Murphy was arrested. Among his papers Mrs. Harris's genuine will was found. Murphy was hanged—in those days they did not merely disbar erooked lawyers—and Betty escaped to France. Amelia and Booth left the city wheres, they had suffered such harsh misfortunes and settled down to a life of wealth and happiness in the pleasant country home that Amelia loved, The Day’s Good Stories Watching for the Fun. “Mother, said this woman, introducing Quiae to am elderty woman in ber home, “thie ts the DDY, ifttle Bobby's playmate, was caked by|man who oold lots for the AJoverament end E & motion plcture company to pose for it, |made millions for the’ Indiane,"* “You certataly have wonderful powers of sales: During one of. Booth's several eojourns tn jail a dying fellow prisoner confessed to having abetted an attorney named Murphy in manship,” eaid the elder woman, ‘Wonderful!’ interrupted the daughter, “Why, mother, thie man could sell icicles to the Ee kimos !"’—Judge, saoeenesiiinciienans Located at Last. 669% OOD afternoon, Johnny! said the aio Cc; young lady visiting hie mother's howe im the sweet cause of charity, “Why + | don"t you come to our Sunday school? A lot of your little friends have joined and we ere going to have a lovely party.” Jobany shook bis heed, Then he eudéenly exclaimed : “Has” a boy named Johneon, with red hab, fothed yett”* “Yes, dear,” eaid the mice young lady, “end {me & number of towns opened |he seems to like it, He's such s good Mitle Doy!"* “Huh! Is het’ mattered Johnny, ‘Welly if he’s there, I'll come, tov, I've been looking fur men cwniag © town eile] him fir thrve tontia and sever tow sbwey.te find him before,”——-Ohicago Journal, cE Domestic Dialogues —— By Alma Woodward —. over | 's, Coprright, 1918, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), TRE SECRET. Mra. A. Reco mat. sot om me to any masquerade, I'll go down end Boene—A room in © seaside hotel. sleep under the pier that night until vam cot’ somaiing that host ot ihe | 700 whietle for ma Denanes, Mr, A, greets him, Mrs. A. (impatiently)—Now, Thomas, R. A, (querulousty)—The ' woman who runs thie joint was down om the porch when I came in, and ghe looked awful insulted when he caw what I was carrying. Mrs. A. (indignantly)—She can look anything she's a mind to, We pay our board. I've always had fruit in my room, and I’m always going to have it. My. A (timidly)—I suppose it looks bad to people who're looking for board, seeing one of the boarders come home| that at all. loaded with food. Mre. A. (calmly)—-We should worry. Mr, A. (verging on the dire truth) Well, anyway, I'l! tell you, it’s no joke lugging these things out from the ality all the je, What c’n you do with a hunk of It Mike this? You can't tie ‘em up You can’t put a handle on ‘em. You can't make ‘em look like o blamed thing but— Mrs. A. (interrupting coldly)—Oh, very well! You know the doctor pre- scribes a certain quantity of fruit for me every day. You know it's neces- eary to my health and yet you rebel at bringing it to me, he conclusion to be drawn is very clear. I guess you don't care very much how my health ot band 3 be } 4 i i i | al 53 f A Mr. A.Yes, And neither of us do we? Mrs, A.—No, Bat ite nieve to eee costumes and fun to watch the allly young people. Mr. A. (tolidly)—Wall, 3 got that all Mr. A. (weakly)—All right. I'll keep on bringing It, Mrs, A. (relenting somewhat)—Do you know what they're going to give down here Saturday night, Thomas? Mr, A (yawning)—A masquerade. Mrs. A. (pouting)—Oh, how did you know? . Mr, A. (wanly)—They always do, some Saturday night. Dating from the beginning ef my summer resort days T've been everything at @ masquerade, echo nightmar. and Till show you the time of your in the evening, you know, And then later we'll go over to the Casino end blow the costume money on a couple of broiled lobsters and @ eeidle or two, Gow about it? ire. A. (dreamily)—NOW Tl hear how’ people talk when thelr tongues aren't magquerading! (in @ burst ‘60 enthusiagm)—Oh, Themes, you're ome fully clever, dearl Lasiness, gambling and love for drink made sad havoc of Booth’s new (7 had & most |’