The evening world. Newspaper, September 27, 1915, Page 12

BOTA IeNeD HT sOrmre Poorer vow Sal . Tem J ree hoe eee Sie Pest OMe =! New Y 8. Cmenruce The Peectne F ent for the 'eited Pete oe in the Avan ent ence rete SS & ” +4 Que Year VOLUME be iy,to0 ACTS OF GOD. F MORK pers are plunged to d " thoroughfares in t art of the city 1 _we andersiand the lors of life and i t are t be fp all cares cubmiseively set down as « The Public Service ¢ i frow the crevasse in Beventh Avenue to | t 5 Broadway @wick to discover an “unay ca { ter cave “A slide of rock occurred That wa Nor Cor sioner Hi rd discov anything # eo “anything wrong that might be attril it e act me a” Blides of rock never having b knows " fc tion in the history of engineering, we take tive precaut " Jodged a waste of tine and money. If slides of ¢ gint the flimsily de holes of which Manhattar nsiat Present, there ix nu ng to do but take out t snd mained and Give over the yawning streets to desolation until » thing permare ean be put in The Public Service Commission, to be sure, is responsible for th building of the new subways, But the number of New Yorkers tha may be engulfed in them during the prop of the work naturally depends upon chances of loose planking, slides of rock and the like As for Gov. Whitman, how could he be expected to change his fized attitude of benignity toward the comm/ssion whose auspices there acts of God take place? capmeinacarntidpidbesoanemnasinn Tho allies’ spring drive has been gathering force long enough to become an autumnal avalanche —_——_—_—. ¢o2°_—__— MR. OSBORNE’S DELUSION. HE Evening World has received the following: To the Editor of The Evening World: I quote below two statements that I hearg Thomas Mott Osborne, Warden of Sing Sing, make last night in Port Chester He wi aking under the auspices of the National Committee on Prison Reform and Prison Labor before a large audience of the most wealthy and influential citizens of the region. If the statements are true the newspapers aud newspaper writers ought to be severely shaken up. If they are not true Mr. Osborne should be made to correct them in public a manner as he made them: “One reason why I take advantage of these gather- ings to tell the public about prison conditions is becauso hardly anything which you read in the papers is true.” “Remember, what you read in the newspapers is fre- quently almost entirely false, either carelessly or inten- tionally, and intended to bring discredit on Sing Sing. After listening to Mr. Osborne's description of conditions at Sing Sing, it would seem that the self-respect of the State of New York would demand that {t suspend the attacks on the mote of too much leniency until it had cast out the beam of the disgraceful conditions that have been there so long, 5 H. W. ROOT. In point of fact no State official endeavoring to carry out re- forms in the State’s interest has received more encouragement from the newspapers of this city than Thomas Mott Osborne. If the public to-day believes that Sing Sing is no longer the hell} it used to be, that Mr. Osborne’s regime stands fundamentally for im- provement, the knowledge has come from the newspapers. If there is at this moment a strong feeling that Mr. Osborue should be allowed to go on with his task, it is because the néwspap have disclosed the political plots against him, and demanded that no prejudiced proceedings to oust him be countenanced. Mr. Osborne has been a puzzler at times. Fantastic results of} some of his experiments now and then raise the question whether it is the State or the Warden that metes out punishment to those who break the laws. No reformer can force the public to swallow his system whole Nor does he strengthen his cause by denouncing as lies such printed re- ports concerning his work as may escape his censorship. Excellent as Mr. Osborne’s general plan may he, he surely would not claim tha: ry detail is perfect and beyond criticism. Evidence as to conditions in Sing Sing to be worth anything musi be impartial. Mr. Oshorne may some time realize this and, readiry the newspapers in a new light, recognize in them his best friends, —_—_——+— Tickets are being sold in New Haven at the rate of six for | The War Game in the Balkars wees : By J. H. Cass Company, Nee 68 to The Jarr Family By Roy L. Copyrtaht ; RS. JARR was taking her daily sur of her world from the front window. She ained to Mr, Jarr that she was “getting @ breath of tresh air," but as @ matter of fact Mrs, Jarr was periscoping for w potato peddler The apartments in which the Jarra resided had neither onyx entrance nor clevator nor West Indian colored boy whe would be at the telephone switchboard when he should be run- ning the elevator and running the elevator when he should be attending the switchboard, Yet, though it 4 all these ornate modern con- veniences. the apartment house wherein the Jarra reside was quite refined, even if the rents were mod- erate. Hence, those who dwelt with- in those walls never violated the two conventions of select and refined—even if moderate priced rentals—apartment houses, The first of these conven- tions is that beer must never be brought in the front door except tn Jiaguise—-the growler carried in a leather hatbox or in a tin-lined dress twenty-five cents or twenty-four for a dollar that will be ac- sult ca The other ¢ Lapses J o y e twi e ° jut the tenants must nevel cepted by any Union Jitney, There are two hundred of these line window to buckaters below, An in the city, This is an innovation that it would be well for adroit but silent signal from the the trolley companies to imitate, not only in New Haven but window might be aasw 4 by the in other places, if they wish to retain thelr hold on the public peddier motioning In dun» show by patronage. extending the open five fingers of the sir ceeahieiacamare i right hand twice or thrice, as the : 7 case might be, that the potatoes were . , 73 | case im abt kt t iv Hits From Sharp Wi fo or 40 centa the hal€ peck. Then a nod from the reflned housewife or Thone who are in the habit of mak- that dvesn’t mean anythin But if | guper-vetined maid would indicate the ing mountains out of molehilis areata she ix u woman of imagination It|uckarer might bring in a halt peck Joss what to when they come to a, Will mean a great 1 to ber t } real mountain.—Albany Journal see to the duinbwaiter in the basement, oe One of the first morning thoughta| But Mrs. Jarr sirhted no potato ped r hte | paodle o Of An idle man is that he will go | dier in the offing, She saw some ono The woman with a pac dle has n DAG And watch aA Old Ehlaan eet , Le ae she: one time for children—but, thank heaven, Ly mlede Blade else coming a i the woman with children has no time | ll ad She turned in and spoke to Mr. me detsratanon sews Humar «is mysterious, Where | Jarre in this wise: you expect 4 rose you ni ie plea Er ho {Nino n't cut much tee at |), hens ' you may tad @ Here's that poor Mr. Wilkinson es in for a high + © coming home at this hour. What a ecore at the finivh.—Philadelphia 'Tel- | Soren Before marr 4 man thinks his girl ought to have wings, After mar- » 2 @ |rlage he mahos an awful howl be- “Only a wise man,” says & philoso- |cuuse of their price when the millt pher, “can write a letter to a woman nery bill comes In--Mecon News. Am Ordinance Forbids, tubles and chairs; also spilling his ‘ wae t eo arourd, repeatedly plead- Cu the Beiter of The Erecing Wor ed with him not to do jt, but he pays Are snapshots allowed to be taken ho attention to me. Lam compelled fn Central Park without A pore to sweep and clean my whole apart- OR. } ment every day through bis careless. Advice Wanted. ness, 40 Will some kind reader who ‘Fo the Editor of The Evening World: has bad this experience advise me Will some kind reader advise me to break my busband of putting cigarette ashes all over the floors, what to do, as he absolutely refuses to use an ash receiver? AN OVERWORKED HOUSEWIFE. pity he drinks: he's such @ niece man,” TOU WuUiNe aya of way it I came home in daylight with a load of tanglefoot,” ventured Mr. \ dare. should suy not,” was the reply ere is no excuse for you, but Vilkinson bas @ weak bhoart.” "A weak will, I should say," re ted Mr, Jarr, “You shouldn't be so unkin plied Mrs. Jarr m her husband it heart.” “Mrs, Wilkingon told that if she ever spoke unkindly to might prove fatal, Sho must never lot him imagine she even criticises him in thought, he ts no sensitive, and tt wouldn't do to give bim pain when be has @ weak McCardell 1015, by the Prom Publishing Co, (The Now York Evening World) “That's a new one,” chuckled Mr Jarr, | "You needn't Wilkinson,” said Mra [her * ad sadly; “H sneer at poor Mr. Jarr, shaking “he's to be pitied.” ‘8 pitied too much,” remarked Mr. Jurr. “If he was pitied less it might do bim good,’ “Mr, Wilkinson is a great trial to his wife, of cou replied Mrs. Jarr, “Yet she told me he made her very happy. “Of course he does,” growled Mr, Jarr; “he's a weakllus. A weakling is an ideal husband, He gives bis wife something to worry about when he ts out and to nurse and coddie wh he’s in.” “Should Mra, Wilkindon desert the Poor man because he is an invalid? I'm surprised at you," sald Mrs. Jarr. “You shouldn't criticise those who are not ,iys. ‘ly strong as you are. By Helen Copyright, 191 MARKIED M. bis own fault. A if it were not for that struts about the house A woman can say nb way with a whole Every man fancies A wasp that can't sting, a boy opinion. that make a bachelor shudder 80 sntuition. eympathy, Retlections of A Bachelor Girl When it comes to being good @ man can make his “reaso: down and roll over, according to his desires, but a woman can’t beat hor Mrs. Jarr Sheds Some Bright Light On the Subject of Pampered Males Mr. Wilkinson is beautiful and touching Mrs. Wilkinson's devotion to Everybody says so.” “Well, a strong maybe needs a Pampering, toc “Well, I stiong man should be Uttle sympathy * ventured Mr, Jarr. inconsiderate than he naturally him if his wife doesn’t?” sons’ domestic relation: Mr, Jarr, able husbands should have an occa sional kind word and a little petting Mrs. Jarr regarded him in surprise “$0 you would like to be petted and’, coddled?” she asked, Mr, Jarr looked sheepish and hes!- | “Well,” he finally remarked, tated, "it might help some"—— “It doesn't help anything with any Mrs. Jarr re- “It would on!y spoil a good sort of husband,” juined, Rowland by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Mveving World) N is an accident of fate, but a bachelor is entirely Many @ woman never would suspect her husband of half his follies) swaggering air of virtuous defiance with which he} afterward, silently challenging her to “come on.” more meay things with a single look than a man vocabulary of picturesque profanity. that a wedding ring !s a love charm which will turn f@ butterfly into @ grub and a coquette into a nun, whereas it is simply the magic wand which turns a goddess into a mere woman, that can’t fight and a girl that can’t flirt have about equally lite reason for existing, In the average man's It {sn't marriage, but the awful travesties of it he sees all about him. | thought of taking the fatal plunge. Friendship is the silken string which holds the pearls of love together. A widow's weeds soon wilt under the warm rays of a fascinating man's man and robust and ‘t see where a Dig.| petted and! "It pampered and made more selfish and | ts. Besides, admitting that Mr. Wilkin- son is a weakling, who ts to look after “T am not criticising the Wilkin- grumbied “but, aa I said, the good, re~ sit up, He husband and it doesn't help a bad one. I do admire Mrs, Wilkinson for her patience, but I'd lik xee yself put up with Wilk n, art Or & | | Whether he has a weak j weak head.” jit The worthless son is always the g00d mother's pet and the worthless husband is always excused and lus Most exasperating actions condoned by a good wife.” Mra. Jarr looked out and up and lown the street, possibly for an onion peddler this time, for there was a tuspicion of a tear in her eye as she eaw Mrs, Wilkinson leading in ber Fecreant spouse below. | @ woman has of it the best she tries |to make out of it?" ' ; Pop's Mutual Motor By Alma Woodward a ey ft FAINT moon that pe: ited in being shrinking and used ail- very cloud screens to obscure ite sheen cast @ subdued radiance over the countryside, Pop turned the car into the Ola| Sawmill River Road and inhaled with the violence of @ perturbed rbin. ocoros. “Ah, this is what I call great stuff!’ he called back into the tonneau, where Mrs. Green and Ma were half-con- ceaied by rugs. “lreathe deep, you! folks! Remember that half our all- ments are due to incorrect breath. ing.” “Oh, every two weeks you dig up a |new source of half our ailments,” | complained Ma incoherently frum the | i Txe But Mr. Jarr was not convinced. seems to nt he said, that] jthose kind of fellows get the best of Stories | Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces i By Albert Payson Terhune Cm ree ho 53.-THE GOLDEN W 0b wo ee Peew Pomme On Tee hee York komng Wow OMAN; by Mareel Preeom K TRIDOURDEAUK, © young Preach per had «@ Gove men; post et Orieses, Me found beckelor quart e se oe chent osiow tm the suburbs sear Baint-Muverte His apart mest wok up half the second Boor of & house with « balcony ip trout, A low iron grilie ow Daloony In two, dividing the doctor's share of 1 from (he balf that ree im front of the floors other apartment This second spertment wae empty © Tribowrdesus moved into the house { coming home few evenings leter be saw o in i window The doctor felt no great interest im the fact that be had « netghbor, He went inte bie own study and sat to read By and by be dosed. He woke with a start to see o large Angore cat walking across the room toward him. The cat's loug, silvery fur wes the color of spun ge Tribourdesut spoke to the creature it trotted up & bim, rubbed erainet bie anklet tn friendly fashion and then jumped into bis lap I ¢ morning it was gone Next evening tt came again to the doctor's study and once more sprang upon bis ke er The doctor wae convineed that the cat belonged to COLAO LLOOOOPPP the NEM OOME in the nm a partny * * {The Wivsteriowes news ae Ticp lester uM He wan eotsed , Visitor ' whone eat auently and so myste Visited him. Bo b began to pay more ! And at once he ed an odd fact. Thourh there waa alwaye a light he windows om he came toward the house on his way home in the eve. " Y y the t enter his own ro sand step out om the he light wa aving apartment in darkness One day Tribourdeaux dtd not go out at ail, but sat quietly tn his atudy. At dusk @ light appeared in the nearest window next door He tiptoed out to the baleony and leaned over the grille. into the living room of the other flat. hair. Her hatr and h ly, ax Tribourdeaux gazed, 1 and buried he en wondow an 41 most humbly for playing the w Veeping Tom.” At w of the doctor the girl recovere possession and sald poke as if he were some one she knew. Several times after that the ed ont He learned that her name was Linda and that ehe ner, That was all, The pontinued Its visita to his study, and doy he became more puzzled to account for the odd likeness be- tween the animal and the singer Linda had told him the cat waa hers. But he never saw {t tn her apart- ment, nor when a! was present. And little by little @ hideous suspicion crept Into Tribourdeaux's mind, a suspicion he vainly tried to laugh away as ridiculous, He resolved at laat to put his idea to the teat. One t when the great golden cat trotted into hia room he touched he tip of ite neue with a drop of bydrocyanic acid. Under the spell of the terrible poison the cat screamed aloud In a voice that seemed almost humon to the startied man and fell dead. He took the —Soererrr"'sobody to the riverside and tossed it into the water, A Dual } hen he went back to call on Linda. She t Disappearance. > home. . ™ i ial a Nor in the days that followed did she return. Her clothes had not been removed from her rooms, nor packed for removal. But was never again seen there, “It was a queer coincidences her | Tribourdeaux used to say, uneasily, n it to sult yourself.” sofa nat a beautiful girl with atrange greenish eves and with ver eyes were like the mynt wething eat-like about the lazy grace of her body face in a cushion. pes to be potted. This happened From thie point be could look foun cate, the girl lo dup. At sight of him ntered the disappearing at just thar tim when he told the story. Dr “You may OW ts considered only as the quaint capital of Russia's faith—the Holy Citys it is Here is where the Tsars are | 1 ali the pomp of the living solemnity of the dead—for In| dral of the Assumption once while an ordinary man crowns himself Tsar of all Russia, thereby raising himself in the ss of mil- ons to be tore divine than human. 4 eprang from Moscow and At Muscovy s, ‘Mae laid the first are mos: Dukes nt eh is decidedly notice ers have said that there n the world like it, Its blue, no city green anc do are only seen in the Imperial City in the heart of Peking. | Its fantastic architecture reminds one of the watch to of Korea, | the narrow streets of China, and its! etreets are so badly paved that tt is suid to be worse thay which up till now has held the prize! Beigrad | for havin the worst paved streets) rid, Moscow, Russia’s “Holy City.” is always used ts the Gate of the Re- deemer, and all who pass beneath this are required to remove their hats, » two most wonderful things in Moscow are said to be, first, 4 can hat has never been fired, and. ily, @ bell that has never been n the arsenal yard may be seen an enormous quantity of bronze ean bons, and above them all a huge and highly decorate.’ 0: This is the Car's cannon, weighing forty tons and with a bore of eight This Was cast in 1686 an ornament, for tt that # handful of p. capable of blowing i rther on may be rful bell. This we more tha: 200 tons, While it was being place: in the tower in 1787 a simnall plece was broken aff and this piece weighs eleven tons. ~ The bell was left lying upon the Bround and the piece Ites beside It. Napoleon brought to Moscow more than 800 cannons, but it is under- stood that he took only nine away “When will men ever learn,” mused | | Mrs. Jurr bait aloud, “that the worse | in the world, jwith him. Of the remainder 365 ars ‘There are holy images in the| still here and with them are the can streets at which the passerby stops) nons captured from Austria, Prussia to pray and it has all the resem-|and Italy. blunce of Lourdes at pilgrimage time. Moscow 1s full of the evidences of ides of Moscow are In the} Napoleon's failure; his troops that of an isosceles triangle; all) were buried are lying in a narrow three sides are marked by pyramidal| cemetery the: stretches from the walls of pink brick, with here and| Cathedral of the Assumption to the | kiss you ever since I tirst saw you,” there @ watch tower, overlooking five gates. One gate leads from the river; this is the prison gate. But the one that! ILLIE HIPPO was seated on the bank of the Big River one night and before he know it he was asieep. When be woke up ho saw the Moon in the water and he was so surprised he said “| always thought you were in the sky, Mr. Moon, and bere you are water.” “1 tell you how it was,” Moon. “I saw you down hore on the earth and | have always wanted to began Mr, “YOU wanted to kiss ME?" claimed Wiilie, “Phat's what I said,” answered the Moon, "I speak the same language ex- Jungle Tales, frontier; this church is dazzling with gold and is tn the same shape as {twas when it was built more than 600 years ago. for Children that you do and you ought to under- a a he a bow do | kiss you or Kod the "oon, and, leaning over, ow id it taste?” asked Mister onthe bank, te Wan again seated Be iy in 8 Hippopotamus kine," depths of two sweaters and an an- gora robe, “if you brought us up here Just to make us shiver you can take Us home again, 1 don’t see why you came so far, anyway, We could have gotten all the air we needed just riding around the park.” Pop slowed down to about ten miles and twisted in the seat #o that his faint whisper reached us “Just hold your horses,” he breathed mysteriously, “and you'll have time of your lives, See those Htue red lights in the shade of the trees all along the road? ‘Those are tail lamps of roadsters and touring cara inhab- ited Ly two. Now i'm going to sneak | around this back road and approach tem from the other direction,” “Then what are you going to do, Mr. Mitt? giggled Mrs. Green, all excitement and curl , his spot i @ spooner’s part explained Pop, “All the fol- lows bring thotr giris hero, When I wive tho signal you throw on ° headlights, Green, An we pasa odoh car I'll awerve toward them, aool- dentally on purpose—then watoh ‘om break away “Ob, aren't you mean?” ho ‘ interposed | Mrs, ub Green, arcbly, it yourself, ouldn't,” “ivll give the scare,” chuckled button, Gre Two paths of brilliancy flared nlonj “You wouldn't, you know you young rascals a Pop. “Press the the dark rond, Pop tfrned his wheel | euddoaly, A Sood of dagziing white: | ness blazed into the ¢ of a girl whose head was pillowed on @ atal- wart, gray tweed shoulder, There! Was 4 frightened little squeal, fol- low by a deep, “You fresh boob, you Pop's second attempt wan rewarded by the angry anort of a suddenly piarted engine and @ girl's voice fang out, “Stung!” He ignored the next two oars, fear. ing that they had been warned, As he approached the third he whis- cred, hoarsely: ‘Watch! I'm going right up to | thin one, The next Instant our lights were thrown on two terribly professional| I w zs looking motoreycles, guarded stocky khakl-clad —figu Betor Pop had a chance to whoop her up @ man jumped on the running board and grabbed him by the suvulder, “So you're the guy we're after! Pop knew by the voice that here was @ ininion of the law who wouldo listen to reason or look upon it when it was green, “They phoned on trom Ardsley to keop an eye out for you a MAD tho Vilage du ing thom funny s(unta with the wheel and knocking people off'n thelr bi yeles, ain't yout ‘i have not!" denied Pop in yaty. “Didn't we just ketch you dane it with our own eyes? Ain't you been doing it all up the road while we way watobing you? You can tell the Judgu you wasnt doing It in the morning Jome on," Just then a smothered little shriek came from the tonneau, “And it has just ocourred to me, Ge Milton, that it's more than funny that you knew thia place was a apoon tox pl You muat have been here befo: uu know that week you and to Atlantio City, Flora? Wel), I bet you he— Just ‘walt until tha tae ete through with you Miten Mit lust welt—that’e alli’ t