The evening world. Newspaper, May 30, 1914, Page 10

T WANTA KNow WHEN T GONNA | WHARDYA “H “Mink I'D Geonsa? YA balad tarTe® TRY Forciste & PERDING ON A: WastT 2 BATEN A “THING POR Novelettes of the New Y The - Wolf Man”—The Bronx Zoo. ‘Written Bupressty for The Evening Werle By Ethel Watts Mumford Cupbetght, 2044, ty Tob Pram Fubliching Oo, (The Now Tort Brenieg World.) ORY fag in her cage when by rights tbe should Pan, he aa'd to Vaughn, (the new assistant, “Something's up; ike a banshee. Some- “you'll ‘find things that you ‘don't sight, is it? it and hindsight sight—yes, and "ve seen things, young man, in my time, and I tellithrough to Chi ‘ old Pan is keening ‘down on his ha something sane im: | Oe and, PANKHURST was scream | bave deen sleeping | w Ourselves, and ask ‘om you'll find out mucsa ‘a ke enough,” said Vaughn. Brady bit on his tobacco with grit- ting teeth, as the puma let forth of terror that broke ed ina i and ended in a long, ‘wall that trailed into “ he began tion, and how ever hi at all that would aat his own for handling him, gee: reach on his long jaws that was leaco! He wi a tel from Halifax by with bars as thick as wolf run out there he made at the fence, twenty fee and, by golly! he darn near started Then he tore up the dig his way right and then he sat to shin up. ground as if he’ belie wolves can sing some. W. W. wolf preaching a in an uproa: equawkin’ the chorus, left but a after a big yawp. battle—a poor, ws all crasy. Well, he wa: to do anything with, I ca: For a while he wouldn't ea’ Jair and glare out if you've a mind to go, and I u'll mot be #0 cocksure about t the beasts know or don’t know.” to hear about it right upward curved ailen at length, best coated and wolf we ever had. wea sent down to us from Canada by aome millionaire Johnny or other, who had fitted out his own expedi- got the beast @ wonder, He was the sort ind leg off if he got caught in a trap; br as ipped down er in an iron cage young long, with the critters | saplings, and at that:he managed to get his teeth in for a couple of good nips on his acene shifters. When w turned him loose in the open al es and began to me, them timber . ehtthoos Hvery animal in’ the ne! orhood quit business unconvinesd, but he |aad listened to him—and he was «1 ye crusade, First thing you know every cage was r—the primates chatter- the felines yellin’, the aviary and the canines barkin'’ and howlin'—and Skookum leadin’ He never stopped till he lost his volce—there wasn't nothin’ ‘awp, like a base ball fan hoarse He sang. for twelve hours iber| steady, he did, and he like to dro’ LISSEN- GET EM Fftom Towst HE PANTS, Doe PANTS- (TS Too BAD To HAVE “TH bO “Mis , BUT ITS GOTTA be NONE ELSE HELL STARVE HIMSELE “To peau! ‘ he ever Tt _was his onl; He was so ui bim. I'd pass >: 4 bis ca as I could, thougi and I'd pass what , one da walkin’ toward a big and heavy He yellow eyes a ike with drippin’ jaws and wicked hunch- in’s, He was tellin’ himself all the time what he'd do to that crowd of bumans the chance, comfort, poor brute, iy and miserable that I couldn't help but feel sorry for as often as a rule I haven't much ‘know how’ with the canines, the time of day to him while he looked stark murder at me and showed his big fangs—Lord, jaw he had! like a alligator. I noticed a man jookum lodge, and he was such a rum lookin’ customer that I looked at him twice. He was and raw-boned—a foreigner, His shaggy bullet head was hunched down between his shoulders, and his arma hung down with great hunks of hands on the ends of ‘em, He wore hia clothes as if he hated ‘em nothin’ matched and nothin’ fitted, He walked as if his shoes hurt him, and the look In his queer, ringed, would give a bronze HELLO THere Axe! (THovent (Dd DROP WN TD SEE. How Nou Pee. fountain the creeps, Keeley, the gweeper, was passin’ by, and be seen me aetarin’ at the gink. ‘Say,’ says he to me, ‘that mutt is a regular; comes every day, and if you want to gee somethin’ funny just you foller him _up and see him now—he's stuck on Skookum.’ I follered him up, gure enough the goldarndest thing was doin’. There was my man eet- tin’ on @ bench, with his whiskered jaw restin’ in his paws, and he was starin right on a level line at the wolf; and the wolf, on the other side of the bars, was sittin’ on his hunkers and atarin’ without winkin’ into the eyes of the man—arnd there them two sat and stared, neither of ‘em knowin’ there was another per- son in the whole world. It was un- canny, it was, I went away feelin’ queer; and in about an hour I made an excuse to get out of the house here and throw a slant at the wolf garden, There they was atill, like a couple o painted critters. To seemin’ they hadn't either of ‘em bat- ted one eyelid. “HELP WANTED!” for ‘and| his insanity examined into. L} “Pretty soon, maturally, all the keepers and cope and aweepers, and even Boss Hornaday himself, had peste all about the man who was all wonderin’ if we ought to have tho gink arrested loiterin’ and ‘Wheo one day Kell: uu can go ask him himself; he'll tell you—Kelly comes poundin’ in here and grabs me. “I follered him and he dragged me over Skookum’s way. There was no- body ‘round. It was a sloppy, wet day, and Kelly pulla me behind a bush and tells me to look. Well, what I eaw made my eyes bug out of my pose, ‘There Ags the or rune! up inst the Gr ie just on the other dide of the bars there was tpat wolf cuddiin'’ as close es he eould. The mi ad worked one of his banana bi, was ecratchin’ that the ears. T was both makin’ noises—the mag a funny sing-song, the wolf a sort of Min’ purr with @ whine on the! end. “we "lh be jiggerea!’ says I. “ “Than! goodness,’ says Kelly, ‘you see it too. I thought I'd lost the kernel out of me nut entirely,’ “After that the whole Zoo was watchin’—and day see that friendship grow. would turn dog for that man. stand up on his hind legs a hia feet and when he did he was ag tall and taller than the man, and ea try and lick his hands through the bars. “It was always when they thought ponody, was lookin’ that they give ittle side show—and it sure Some of the bo: tried to talk with the fell bi e wouldn't have it. His ike was wolves, they was; he didn’t have no use for us plain skinn: a Finn, and that all queer; that they have witchcraft of their own. He shipped | with one én a voyage to Africa, get- lin’ some wild animals to Amster- dam, and Kelly says that hie Finn Well, whatever ‘he. wes, Be rure hed ell, wi er he was, he sure ha: the Kibosh on Skookum. They loved h other, them ¢wo. ma one a couple of mon’ res -wummer then—the didn's comm % notizing Skookum, and we was| his ‘A PARTY SPRINGS ONE LiKe ‘THAT, I Bevieve in Lettin} “AIM KNOW How 1 FEEL ABOUT IT ork Streets == from that wolf. Hoe stood still all day, lookin’ at the bend in the path down which his friend always came, and every now and again whine under breath. Now, wolves very seldom whine. It's the dog in ‘em that whines, and it was the dog in Skookum what was callin’ for its master. It was a queer thing to see, I tell you—espe- clally for us who had unpacked that | beast, a howlin’, bloody bandit, and | Watched him rip things open when we turned him out. Another day passed, and that wolf was like a stone thing. He stood on that one spot and watched the path. But the third day the man came, and his pal like to lost his mind with joy. We knew he was comin’ long before he showed up, for skoo- kum stood on his hind legs with his feet on the bara and his eyes shinin’ with eagerness. When the man did show up, he looked pretty akin was grey: and he walked slowly. He went straight to the cage, neither of ‘em sayin’ a word. and they stood there and understood each other hour after hour, “The next day he didn’t come, nor the next, nor the next—a full week went by before he turned up again, and his friend pined and wouldn't eat, He Hee stood all day and lay all night with his long nose pointin’ up the pe. But at last he came, and the; ad one grand reunion and starefest; but there was somethin’ dead wron; with the gink, a blind could have told it. It was as if tl in's akele- ton was showin’ itself through his flesh and his clothes—enly his ‘eyes was as alive as over. That was the last time he came to see and it was three nights later ick, His nD all wrul howlin’ that ever was heard on earth or in hell, It was @ soul yellin’ its hurt, I tell you. Then all of a sudden hort off, Kelly was un- @ climbed out and went me?— wi some alarm. How the devi} he ever got out nobody has ever found out. But out he'd gotten just the same. Well, the chase began. We was all armed, you bet, but what would happen to the ple he met, we hated to think, He wasn’t bard to trace, but luckily le took him for some sort of a big dog. He'd gotten out of the park over the all. A cop saw hi ed what e really was and at him, but the shot went wild—and no wonder, @ was @ pretty badly scared cop ( Guess CONSARN ENTHUSIASTIC, HE FEELS O.K. i "WAN, YA BIGSTIFP! 4 ANOCK THAT B406K) OF CONDENSED “MARBLE BET CLEAN OFF NW the direction and we went after, Bomebody had gumption enough rab a taxi that was loafin’ along. traced him right into a little of old ramshackle frame houses ten blocks south. T' 'd seen ‘the big dog’ streak it into one of the shanties and bound up the stairs. Ob, he knew his way, all right—but how he knew, don't ask me. “A door was hanging open on the top landing and a bit of candle was gutterin’ in a bottle neck. There was the big gink, dead as a doornal on his back on his little cot, side him, his long flat hey ‘6 poor scrawny chest, |i the biggest, flercest timber wolf we'd ever had in the Zoo. And we had to kill him, too. There was no takin’ him otherwise, and no gettin’ near the body a# long as there was breath in the big brute. And as for me, I was glad. It somehow seemed right that they should go together. What'd that gink do in a Christian heaven, I'd like to know? They was a couple of out- laws, them two, and it was the happy huntin’ ground for theirs—the man that was almost animal and the ani- mal that wae growo most & man.” Brady ceased speaking and bit once more into his navy plug. Vaughn was Mrs, Pankhurst's certe echoed. and re-echoed in priso! cella, the creatures of the wild dream dreaina, in room, where, stretched in their | fell Wonder If He Didn’t. 6é BRE is a story from Pane- ma,” relates a man who has been taking a little vacation whirl down into the gone. “It hae never been in print yet, and Jt is true, Now listen. ‘ “In the Culebra high’ place—neatly one thousand feet high, and straight down. A sergeaat was guarding that drop, Well, @ Heutenant who had had @ bit too much dinner came wandering along there, and in spite of all the sergeant could do, he managed to fall off. “The sergeant reported to Col, Goethals that ‘nothing extraordinary happened.’ "*You report that nothing extraes- dinary happened?’ asked Goethals, “ "You ‘Didn't an officer walk over a cliff, fall one thousand feet and get bim- self Killed before your eyes?! “ *Yossir.’ “‘And yet you report that nothing bach A par cad a wasn't an: traordinary about that. Tene bd i off an’ not been kill that we ia ‘a’ been ex