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EO Tai SW Che ny BWiorld ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. in 1 uy bitanin, , Moa. avmenet Deity Brcont Oupsay by he Frewe Fypiiaine oma : RALPH PULITZ Prostdent, 63 Park Row. J. ANGUS SHAW, reasurer, 63 Park Row, Josip PULITZEN.' Jr.. Secretary, 6 Park Row. { Entered at the Port-Office at New York as Gecon’Class Matter. Bubscription Rates to The Kvening| For England and the Continent and World for the United States and Canada, ‘All Countries in the International Postal Union. $3.60) One Toar. -8010ne Month. 9.78 seeesNO. 19,718 UNCOVERED. HE WORLD'S exposure of the underground system through T which high German authority has sought secretly to gain pos- session of newspapers, magazines, press services, theatres and even industries in this independent, neutral nation, reveals conspiracy organized on a colossal 6 to deceive and influence American opinion. Against frank, honest pleas for any cause; against open bids for goods to supply the needs of any belligerent, there can be no cavil. Bpeech and industry in this country are free. But the subvention of newspapers and news-distributing organiza- tions which, pretending neutrality, are to become sly agents of @ for- eign government, the acquisition of factories which shall parade sham tontracts in order the better to negotiate secret ones—these things are abhorrent to American habits and ideas. Anything approaching espionage as nations of Europe practice it, this country has never been able to stomach. Secret agents and paid propagandists are no more digestible. The notion that emissaries of a foreign sovereign can surrepti- tiously tamper with sources of news and even with labor in these United States is one that must be removed from the official German mind. It has already done the German cause incalculable harm. The conspiracy which The World has uncovered will put all good Americans more than ever on their guard. Only a desperate gov- ernment could so misread our national temper as to believe it worth while to spend its money on such methods. SOFT PLEADINGS. HE joint note to the Mexican faction leaders takes the form of T a mild appeal to their better natures. The A BC and BUG signatures give the document a certain pan-American impress- fiveness, but its tone is as fraternal as an invitation to a clambake. The only touch of severity is the suggestion that a reply had better be forthcoming within ten days. The message contains no threats nor even a hint of unpleasant consequences if the chiefs fail to “gather in séme quiet spot far from the sound of cannon” and patch up their differences. The signers are careful to disclaim any shadow of doubt that “the patriotism of the men who lead or aid in any way the bloody strife will not remain unmoved.” There is even the tactful suggestion that “In the heat of the frightful struggle which for so long has steeped in blood the Mexican soil doubtless all may well have lost sight of the dissolving effects of the strife upon the most vital conditions of the national existence.” The whole sounds as if it had been composed first in Spanish. A gentle epistie—even poetic—perhaps the better therefor. It cannot hurt the pride of the most stiff-necked hidalgos and it may tickle their Sensibilities to’ new and better impulses. It was worth trying. “A FAULTY INDICTMENT.” ‘ HREE weeks ago Edward M. Grout, Brooklyn bank president T and former/Comptroller, convicted of perjury in the Union Bank case, was sentenced to a minimum term of one year in Sing Sing. A jury found him guilty, a county judge imposed sen- tence. It is reckoned the trial cost the State not less than $30,000. A Supreme Court Justice now rules in effect that there were fo lawful proceedings at all, and that the indictment against Mr. Grout should have been dismissed at the very outset of a supposedly legal trial which continued for nine weeks. Mr. Grout is therefore free to go about his business under bail until the Appellate Division gete around to considering the case, All this is strictly according to law. To a simple-minded public accustomed to see the law lengthen ita course when a convicted man has money a preliminary expenditure of $30,000 and nine weeks’ = work on the part of the State seems by no means immoderate. In- terest in the case may be said to have just begun. lee THE END OF THE WALSH INQUIRY. FTER sessions extending over two years the Federal Industrial Relations Commission has ended its labors at Chicago. What it has found out about American industry will be turned over to Congress in ten distinct reports representing, it is eaid, only the conflicting views and recommendations of the various individuals composing the commission, It is to be hoped that Congress may turn up some nuggets in the mass. The proceedings of Chairman Walsh and his associates have seldom edified the country during the time they have been at work, Yet the public is willing to hope that, despite unseemly wrangles and the reported absence of any conclusions upon which they can agree, the members of this body may nevertheless have dis- covered something worth while, something which may help us to a better understanding of what industry can look for from legislation, The nation has a touching faith in investigating commissions, Tt has spent $500,000 on this one. Its optimism deserves some reward, Hits From Sharp Wits. “More people would observe the ist Pore, people would observe the resist temptation If he bas someting in sight. | eee ww of the self-made 1s due to' self-made oppvortuniti Memphis Commercial Appeal. eee The way of practice is littered with ihe debris of theory.—Albany Jour- nal, Fi i ted eee ‘Those who so suffer, have plenty mhaking thelr sutte eret News, the Car, “if they were not afraid of Deing labelled easy marks.” 8 8 If a man got all he wished he'd have | more than he knew What do do with, Calling the wife of a mean man “his better half” is not very compli- mentary. Trying to read faces is interesting, Put nothing iv gained by studying the back of « neck in the street car. Toledo Blade, 5 i <a). 4 Incidentally, the thought that Ss recommended as a preliminary to of ways fad but not with a new wrinkle. #peech may cause truth to be crushed or .0? & $0 earth, Thove who live a charmed life do aE not always live # charming lif Me is an casy thing for a man to! Deseret Nowa, i ‘er in silence, if they ering known.—Des- A woman will take up with a new By Roy L. “ HH, dear!” sata Mrs. Jarr. “I get so disgusted! It } keoms there's nothing in this world but just bills, bills, bills! I wonder if other people are bothered with bills the way we are?” “If they buy things and don’t pay for them they are,” was Mr, Jarr’s sagacious reply. I don't believe it,” said Mrs. Jarr, “It looks just like everybody was picking on me, The tradesmen tell me how much is due them that they can't collect, so I don't see why they expect me to pay, and everything’s so dear!” “Oh, I know things are dear, all right,” said Mr, Jarr uneasily, for he did not care to be taken on shopping trips. Manlike, he bad an objection to having “things sent home collect, and when he nt along with Mrs. Jarr he generally paid for the things she selected out of his own pocket. “I wish you'd come shopping with me and seo,” said Mrs. Jarr plaint- ively. “Other men go with their wives and are some company for them, but when I ask you to go along with me you always have some excuse!” “What are you going downtown to buy more things for when we can't pay for what we've got?" growled Mr. Jarr. “Because I need them!" snapped Mrs, Jarr, “I haven't a single dish Jeft out of that new set I just got, and if I should have any company for dinner I don't know what I'd do. Tho children all need shoes. I've had Willie's mended and mended till they can't be mended any more, Oh, you needn't think I have any hopes of getting anything for myself! I've given up that idea long ago. But I do need things for the house and I have got to get some new kitchenware— all things we can't possibly do with- out.” “Ob, we can't get along without the necessaries of life, of course,” said Mr. Jarr, tronically, “Go and get them.” “Can't you meet me at 5 o'clock,” asked Mrs, Jurr, “and come home with me “On, yes, I can do that tf you don't ask me to go through the stores with you," said Mr, Jarr, “You are sure you won't forget or ~The Jarr Family Copyright, 1915, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), McCardell automobile party. it!" said Mr. Jarr stoutly. So he got away from the office early and dropped into a place to see what the baseball score was on the ticker, Here he met some acquaint- ances and a discussion followed about everything in general, Meanwhile Mrs. Jarr was touring from store to store looking at the new hats, not that she was going to buy one, but Mrs, Kittingly, who was with her, was, Mrs, Kittingly had really come downtown to buy paper napkins for hats on approval. Jarr at 5. peppermint gum, door of the flat, The manoeuvres o1 the two ladies had kept Mrs. Jarr from getting what she had come for and had caused Mrs, Kittingly to order home three Six o'clock saw “Why, you're home early!" Reflections of A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1915, by the Prose Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), Summer Girl, 1915 Model. OTHING to do but bant— N And curl her fluffy hair; Nothing to think about all day But what or “which” to wear! Nothing to play but golf— Oh, what a life is hers! Nothing to wear but hats and pumps And frocks and “summer FURS.” Nothing to love but men— ‘To sigh while wooers tarry, Nothing to “dangle” but college boys, And nothing AT ALL to marry! the shoppers homeward bound, Sud- denly Mrs, Jarr gave a little start. “Oh,” she cried, “I was to meet Mr. Won't he be mad!” Meanwhile Mr. Jarr, the man with- out a memory, was heading for home| by the subway, vigorously chewing They met at the) they manarenncoconconsl Many a man who fancies he {s “laying up treasure in heaven” may never get in to claim it after his wife has had a little confidential confer- ence with St. Peter, Just now the horrors of war fade into insignificance beside the pathetic sight of the summer widower rinsing the dishes under the shower bath and trying to get the corks and cigarette stumps off the floor with the carpet sweeper in preparation for his wife's return from the country, Funny, but as long as a man really loves you he never can detect the slightest resemblance in you to your mother, Nothing makes a man so indignant as to tell him that he is strong enough to resist a temptation for which he has been waiting around all afternoon, A husband is like a motor car disappoint mo?" asked Mra, Jarr. And she named tho store and the particular entrance to it where she | Would be at the time appointed, “When I aay TU do @ thing I'll do Most of the fun consists in picking him out, and after you have made your selection you always wish you had chosen the other kind. ‘The average man {s always sighing because women have “no sense of jwiue the things hi Justice” when he ought to be orying for “marey.” Mr. and Mrs. Jarr Solve the Problem Of Getting On Without a Quarrel an automobile party, but she didn’t want Mrs, Jarr to know about said both exclaimed. And each wondered the rest of the evening why the other was so good natured after waiting 80 long. Cupid’s Summer Correspondence By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), The Cave Man, SYCHE, Dear: Long ago, in my book of rules and observations on "Heart Happenings" (the one that was turned down by all publish- érs), I stated that there are seven ways to a woman's heart. 1. ATTENTION: Arranging her chair; picking up her kerchief; plying her with ‘phone calls; remembering all anniversaries, such as the first kiss, first quarrel, first making-up, &e, | 2, COMPARISON: Comparing her 1 advantage; comparing her housekeep. ers wanting; above all comparing her face and figure with every other ‘woman's—crowning her queen, 3. ELOQUENCE: By spouting elo- quent and impassioned statements, finishing with: “You're the only woman who bas ever understood me. 4. SYMPATHY: Sympathizing if she has @ headache, toothache, indigestion or a grouch, Displaying great fond- ness for music, flowers, dogs and chil- dren, 5, INDIFFERENCE: Not only in- difference to her, but to all her sex So that when you fall she'll think she's conquered & woman hater! 6. GIFTS: Needs no explanation. 7. MASTERY (which means * man"), I've had different swains try all these methods on Rosemarie this jsummer, The Cave Man has just |gone to swell the discard. This guy had evidently just finished a Gorky spring nocturne--one of those ave dainty tales where the hero throws \the heroine from a hundred-foot cliff because he's so crazy about her Fiction of that sort plays the deuce with Romeos, especially in the sum- mer time—and this chap really thought he was a ringer for a master-brute, He was taking her back to the ho- tel in his roadster, They had been to the Casino for tea. Rosemarie was a radiant vision in palest green—all chiffon and tulle. Suddenly, after a tragic silence, he threw onthe emergency, although there wasn't even a fly on the road, the approved cave-man way, 6 gripped her shoulders, but that wasn't violent enough to suit his fancy. His crunching fingers found her throat, He hissed continually, “T love you! I'll kill you! man gue) ad itd. one decisive move. Griven to the ails “Jovelied datpia with your friends’ wives—much to her | « ing methods with others—finding oth-) You see, he was doing everything in| A FAIR FIELD AND NO FAVOR. By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. T was a shrewd, sane forecast which City Magistrate Joseph Fitell I made the other day when he said: “Woman Suffrage will eman- cipate man. As woman receives more rights she will retain fewer privileges.” That is the inescapable logic of the situation. It may surprise jinen to know that many an intelligent Suffragist, when it is allowed her, will co-operate gladly with them in revising the alimony laws | that are now so unjust to the male residents of this State. A father should support his children, even if he be divorced from their mother, but why should a healthy, able-bodied, childless woman be allowed jto graft her living from a man after she has declined to earn it by ; continuing as his wife? When women vote, and, as a necessary corollary, sit on juries, j there will be less sentimentalism in judging women, and the 1 arrayed against a woman will have a fairer show in the courts. It | will be less popular then—that so-called “chivalry” which sometimes refuses to punish the guilty because of her sex and at other times imposes punishment and handicap on members of the same sex who are guilty of nothing but a desire for fair play. The Anti-Suffragist wails that when women win the franchise they will lose their “privileges.” But who really desires privileges? The self-respecting woman, like the self-respecting man, wants |Tights—a fair field and no favor. Nor can the field be fair unless it jis also fair to men—which it isn’t at present. Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces > By Albert Payson Terhune DBDGEGDDGDHDHDOOQGDOODHOGGHDSGW®O. GO| GAH|INIAOOID.AOOQOOI V9, Copyright, 1915, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), | NO. 39.—THE CONFESSION; by Guy de Maupassant, fj ARGUERITE DE THERELLES lay dying. She was fifty-six and \ she looked seventy-five. Since childhood she had been more or less an invalid. Beside her bed wept her sister Suzanne, six years her senior. For more than forty years the two had been | inseparable, Long ago—when Marguerite was twelve and Suzanne was eighteen— Suzanne had been in love for the first and last and only time in her long life. She had been in love with Henri de Lampierre and she had lavished on him alf the adoration of her intense nature. They had Ween engaged. The date had been set for their wedding, | Then, after a few hours of agonizing illness, Henri had died. While | Suzanne was still prostrated by heartbreak, HitlaMarguerite had come to her and had promised, weeping: “I will never, never leave you, ranaivin you all my life." shall stay with And, strangely enough, the child had kept her word, 7 I shall never marry. ough her health was always fragile, yet she had grown to attractive womanhood and had had many suitors, She resected them all, devoting her entire borers, _iife to her elder sister. The two had always lived together, te's beautiful devotion being the % praise, And now Marguerite lay dying. Presently the priest she had A Crime & of Long Age. 3 the death chamber, “The time has come, my child," he sald gently. “Toll her." Marguerite turned toward her sobbing sister and began, haltingly, to speak, “Forgive me," Forgive me.” “Forgive you?” echoed the wondering Suzanne, have done everything, sacrificed everything for me. “I must tell you,” interrupted Marguert remember the first day he came to our chateau? I was only twelve—i spoiled child, I looked at him with all my soul in my eyes. He came often to the chateau after that. I thought of him every minute, “At last, they told me you and he were to be married. night for three nights. I was Jealous—horribly jealous. was named for the marriage, It was only two weeks off. I said to myself: He shan't marry her—I love him. He shall marry me when I grow up.’ “One evening, in the moonlit chateau garden, I saw him kiss you, He held you close in his arms, You remember? I was insane with rage, [ could have killed you both! I began to hate him terribly. “I had seen the gardener poison stray dogs. I knew how it was done, |I hammered ‘a thin medicine bottle into a heap of shining glass-powder, split ten little cakes you had made for Henri and I put the powdered glass into them. I threw aix of the cakes into the chateau pond. Our swans died soon afterward. Henri ate three of the cakes—because you had made them—and I also ate one. “Henrt died, TI could not die; but I have always been {II, I sald to myself: ‘o her what I did, sent for entered she begged. “I have dreaded this moment always, “For what? You You are an angel. I"—— “It Is about—Henri! You I cried all Then the day “All my life I have suffered horrible remorse—tortures, ‘I will never leave Suzanne, and at the end I will confe; Some time I must tell her.’ “And now it is done, Tam dead, What agony it has been! I have told you. Soon I see Henri, When I cannot meet him without your forgiveness, Suzanne. not die without that. Forgive me trailed away and she lay panting. Suzanne sat in wordless horror, her memory busy with the dead past. How happy she and Henri would have been! But for her sister's crime—— " the priest interrupted her bitter musings, “Your “Mile, Suzanne! | sister is dying!" | Suzanne threw herself on her knees beside Marguerite, kissing her | frantically, and exclaiming over and over again: “Oh, little sister, little sister, I forgive you!" So Wags the World 7 By Clarence L. Cullen ‘Copyright, 1915, by the Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World), | imagination is a dimple is the one who | E reluctantly proclaim the be- W Hef that the girl who woars| Walks on boardwalk wearing @ plug | a diaphanous bathing suit | "4% linto the surf always knows just ex-| Maybe somebody can expfain why 4t actly what she is wearing. is that the woman with the skinniest, shapelessest legs is the one who at- tracts attention to ‘em by wearing cerlse or purple or green or canary- yellow surf bathing stockings, Signs that you Hain't so Young as ‘you Was: When young felle! | casually met, address you as "Judge When you hesitate over wearing tho Jcollar of your “sport’ shirt outside \your coat collar, and finally decido not to do ft, Another sign that the honeymoon ts over is when Hubbykin, never-mind- ing the effect on his breath, cute our cigars and cigarettes and begins to smoke a pipe. Delsarte never Doped Out any De mureness equal to that of the Ma We ntly claim to be the con tle 5 champion long-distance keeper-away 4 Women at the Summer Reso ‘ a o D who Dolled Up to Meet thelr Spouses a EH aac pe at the Saturday Hvening ‘Trains, /7% Savor tse Echoes of the Hons: “I don't mind! \,,,. , contig’ at all, but gosh! I do hata |_,W2°¥0 never met one of those maga- beter We Mere zino story detectives who solve intr! nore cate erlminal problems without e Our idea of a man whose bump of ia¥iN& thelr chemical laborator! = but if we did we believe we'd spra: |him with valerian and ask him how in his forearm transformed the cave! he liked it himself, man Into a howling milksop, — | You see, Payche, in the days of cave-| Somewhere on the Atlantic Coast mania there were no hatpins, Talk: there may be a bathing beach where about that little bromide concerning |large, hooty, haw-haw-boys don't e might of pen and sword—why, the|rassle around, sprinkling sand and hatpin’s deadlier than the howitser| salt water and feet on other peo} (s. time!--Yours, CUPID. but if there ls we haven't the homo: } m, acquaintance, followe “Mother's Boy.” of its