The evening world. Newspaper, November 10, 1915, Page 16

SF PINE a The Evening rr——_ —_ SPTAMseeD BT Oerrn Peters Pathieres Pay Fer by the Prose Publianing ¢ 41 Fare thew, Rew Tore RALPH PULATEOR, Preritent #f Pore % } Anat Freepore # here pom PULATERR, 3: Beormary, © Pars Nea 03 te ees et the Poet onto ot The | THE END, MR. M'CALL. BR. M’CALL/S pliable me te . against the M facts. lie & 10) worth of Kings ¢ I re Laght otock ‘ a it of . f ate dummy, Macku He or 6 traurfer yw tha e ” over to any! Under the provision of the Pu Rery Act teclares pereon eligible for the office I t owns stocks or bonds any corpora . t either Commission, I ] ly ele ward fiance of the law of the State As he stands t indicted bef. pul rd in t office of high public trust furnishes him no aid | As Chairman of a public from the high rporations he has time end again reversed his functions and shielded corporations from just and reasonable demands of the pub! Interborough and the B. R. T’. Last winter, when the easy-going attitude of the Public Service Commissioners in the face of serious and fatal accidents in the subway and on elevated lines roused indignant protest, it was Chairman McCall who went on record as saying: “We will act when we get ready hysteria can scare us or force us.” Public Serviee board created to protect the handed practices of His gentle dealings with the became a scan No amount of popular When confronted last February by the Legislative Investigating} Committee with an order issued by the Public Service Commission re-| quiring the Interborough to provide seats for passengers in non-rush| hours—which order had been violated 303 times after sixty-five notifi-| cations—Mr, McCall admitted he had never examined orders issued| by the Commission before he joined it, “because he didn’t have tine.” Since Mr. McCall became Chairman the Commission by deliberate dawdling and delay has held up a decision which would give eighty- cent gas to South Brooklyn. It has sought to protect taxicab interests by presuming to usurp authority over city cab service. It has safeguarded the dividends of the Interborough by decree- ing that cars which catch fire and burn in the subway may neverthe- less be transferred to elevated lines. . And with a $3,000,000 a year engineering force it has heen unable to keep pavements from collapsing and plunging people to their death in subway excavations. Mr. McCall has come to the end of his reckoning with the public. His relations with Gov. Whitman may or may not be still of a nature to withstand all strains. As this newspaper noted at the time the discredited Public Service Commissioners were spared by the Gov-| ernor last spring, rumor once had it that Edward HE. McCall arranged a sure thing for Mr. Whitman by procuring him the nomination for District Attorney on the Tammany ticket. In any case, as a pubile servant drawing a $15,000 a year salary for protecting the public’s interests, Mr. McCall can no longer even keep up appearances. If he has any sense he will epare himself the painful effort and get out. — By Roy L. that’s what it looked like RS. JARR'S hair was trim- M med with tin, At least to Mr. The Jarr Family Hits From Sharp Wits. Moet men can recall when their aspiration was to be the of @ three-horse team on a fire engine.—Albany Journal. cee Some automobilists are really in a hurry, while others just go fast. eee Just because there are no footprints on the back of his collar it is no sign that a man isn’t under bis wife's heel.—Macon New: ° ‘Once upon boarded . ime a couple of women treet car and didn’t squabble for ten minutes over who should have the privilege of paying the fares.—Columbia State, eee Some men go to political meetings with open minds and others with open mouths. eee A crowd always looks surprised if a Siuall man says something that is worth listenin, ‘ee Us men may be a bunch of hypo- erites, But a man never Starting a Good Thing Wrong. that Charles Hervey of the = New York City Comptroller's of- five, and Mr. Holton of the Bureau of Municipal Research are going to prepare a budget and appropriation Plan for Gov. Whitman. Anything which Gov. Whitman can do to relieve the State from the bur- dens placed upon it by the wretched legislative experience of last winter Will be welcomed by the public, At the same time every one must regret that the Governor should make his plan appear ridiculous at tbe outset. To ask one to pass on the stand- ardization of official positions and the abolition of places who, while drawing a large salary in New York City, is able to spend three months at the beginning of the year and two months at the end in the political service of the Governor, must dis- credit bis judgment from the be- ginning; and to put forward a city employee as an expert on State finance who spent three months tp investigating, tabulating and formu. r {4 reported in the public press which subsequent events showed to be $12,000,000 away from the truth. will necessarily make every one laugh, The co-operation of the Bureau of Municipal Research will help to make the Governor's plan a atill greater joke. This bureau published not long ago a report on State finance, probably designed to help t late lamented new Constitutio: but noteworthy because its whole contents and its based on an absolutely untrue concep- tion of State financial procedure, and which was interpolated with | foot hotes explaining how the conclusions reached did not happen to conform to tho facts, of the people of the State condemned propriation acheme evolved by it. will, be able to improve ¢ unsatisfactory conditions 1 the Legislature of 1915, but lating a comprehensive statement of the condition of State finances, A True War Prophecy at Lest, To the Editor of The Evening World: A Jersey war prophet says that Greece will be merged with Turkey on Pasnkapiving Day, SHEARMAN LINDSAY, Wor Another Try. ‘To the Wiitor of The Evening World: Mrs. Annie Nathan Meyer states in your columns that the Faual Suf- its of New Jersey are undemo- cral use they refuse to accept their defeat at the polls, Then, is any candidate for office, a ‘at the polls, undemocratic Tren, just the anecoatrs fr chita ml re of c) Mabor laws, factory and tenement making it ridiculous Albany Times-Union, house inspection laws, pure food laws and the ko try no more if ever their by & majority in alms are defeated the Legislatur NAUTA, Montvale, N. Police Bratalities, ‘Lo the Kditor of ‘he Evening World: Too often, lately, we read of some New case of assault by policemen on clvilians, One day it is an assault in : the subway; another that a police- | snewered it, returning with the an- man attacks his wife, and so on, ‘The | pouncement that Mrs, Blather awatt- latest case I've seen is that of this| ed without, policeman who broke up « fremen's| “Mrs, Blather? ‘This early?" echoed ball, Readers, why is this? Ls some. # " thing wrong with Commissioner | Mt Jar. “I wonder if anybody ts Woods's administration? dead?’ JAMES G, conclusion were This unfortunate effort on the part of the Bureau of Municipal Research and the fact that a majority of 500,000 its ideas of State government will compel the people to laugh at any ap- ‘The Governor may and we hope he 9 mak~ ing his course extremely difficult by the start.— Jarr, for bristling all over his good lady's head were little tin or bright metal objects looking much like miniature and very flat clothes pins. Mr. Jarr knew what they were for, but he did not know what they were, They were to improve the colffure. Like everything else in woman's realm, hair curlers or crimpers change with the changing years. Mr. Jarr gave @ glance at the metal quills on the fretful lady porcupine, and remarked amiably, “Going down- town to-day, my dear?” “Of course, I'm going downtown! I've been trying to get downtown all week,” replied Mrs. Jarr petulantly. “But it seems to me as though I'm never to be able to get my nose out of doors! You should be thankful that you get out Into the fresh air every day; and yet you are so cranky there's no living with you.” Mr, Jarr, who had risen with char- ity to all and malice to none this bright autumn morning, blinked. “Don't say you are not cranky!" continued Mrs. Jarr, Who, feeling out of sorts nerself, desired to accuse Mr. Jarr of being in the same state of mind, “You don't do a thing but growl, Why do you growl?” I've not growled,” said Mr. Jarr. “Yes, you have! You growled and barked. You growled and barked all day Sunday, Why?" “Every dog must have his da: suppose," replied Mr, Jarr mildly. f I growled and barked last Sunday tt was because it was one of my dog days.” “Don't try to be funny!" cried Mrs. Jerr. “You can go out every day, while I have to stick in the house until I bave got house nerves, till I'm ready to shriek out, So to~ I and see what’ going on, Besides, the let alone for anybody else.” trivance out of her hair, sald, “l really am going out.” Gertrude, the light running domestic, ‘This waa @ oatural query, To tho ay I'm going downtown and go to the stores holidays are coming and I want to see what's in the shops, even if I'm not able to buy anything for myself, Having made this declaration, Mrs, Jarr proceeded to take the metal con- ‘The metal out of her hair, the irom seemed to havo left her soul, for she smiled and Just then the door bell rang and World Deily Magesine. Wednesday. No PUBLIC iE SERVICE BComessiQn Ao ee mene. —_S - The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune ee ee ae Pee Femme Oe (Tee hee tot Somme Ponty, NO. 71-—-JEAN MICHAUD’S LITTLE SHIP, Charles G, D, Roberta, vember 10, HIN the English eeleed the old Preneb provines of Ace@ie he world seemed (© come to am end for many @ loys! Preach settles, Dut Joan Michaud saw in the tragedy « fae chance to make money. He decided to becom emupcior—to join the iMutle Freneh coasting Geet whose commerce (he English had eworn to break apy Jean bad po great yearning for money, just for money's cake Bus | money might me early wedding to bis sweetheart, Barve Diew@omme— the darkeyed Acadian girl who loved to tease bim by leaving bim ts Gout as to whether or pot she would ever consent to marry him, Jean Michaud was buliding « Httle ship of bis own, Far up the fom et inlet of the river he w ullding it, miles y from the garrison town and in & Fpot so secluded (hat no stranger could be expected to find the wag thither. Ils friend, Mich Masson, was belping bim at the work, and was te be bis mate and crew on the smuggling voyages. Barbe, too, used to gtrell slong the woodland path to wateh his labors. | At last only two days intervened before the date eet for the lewnehing of the little #hip and the rt of the first vo: aip owt prnmmnmmmnnonnn s, of (he inlet Into the river and #0 to sea under cover of \} A Secret H «vt, Mich Masson had gone away to say goodby te ; Mission. » peotie, and Jeen Was working alone at the Anigh> POPPPOPOOOIION ¢ touches when Barbe came into view down the ese eret trail “You will be my wife before I ake my second voyam retort he told her gayly. 1, “Iam not won yet, Jean.” doubting and miserable, Back she went sure of me,” ab ripped ving up the trai toward the town, ‘Two miles further on she stopped in euddes terror, Coming toward her was the English commandant of the garrison, Ky n hance he h 4 found the bidden tratl, and out of curtosity he wae it. Unless he were stopped he would presently discover Jean and Jean Michaud’s little ahtp, noe in this crisis Barbe lost forever her last fragment of | doubt as to whether or not she loved Jean above the whole world, With © | Cry she fell moaning in the path, The Engitshmam hurried up. She told him |she had suddenly been stricken with lilness and begged him to help ber get | back to town, As she was bewltchingly pretty he was delighted to obey. Yet | follow | Michaud it seemed to her that he was Just a 1 suspicious, When they parted at her door the Engitehman told her that he was | ng to walk in { sume direction two days hence, So Barbe sought the firet chance to see Jean and to warn him that he et wall on the following oO miehts later, He protested that Mich Masson would net « faltered; then offered to go with him in Masson's place, to his breast in @ delirium of joy, For he knew he had night instead of t | return tn time Jean caught he | won her at last, t afternoon as they were making ready to launch the Httle ship they heard a gunshot in the distance, Barbe ventured forth to learn the reason. | She saw the Englishman, with a dog and fowllng piece, coming down the tratl—a day earlier than he had said. She hastily warned Jean; then went forward to greet th #lishman, | This time she offered no opposition to his going on, but led him along until, ata turn tn the path, he confronted Jean Michaud, who was covering him with a levelled rifle, At the same instant Barbe knocked the English- | man’s shotgun out of his hands, | ; Captive f ss, the prisoner suffered Barbe to bind him with her silken scarf. Jean then led him to where the ship was moored, and gruffly gave him the choice of going along on the voyage as a captive or of giving hig parole to keep his mouth shut about the venture, The Englishman gave his parole. | Barbe unbound him, and he stooped to kiss her hand in farewell, | “Never, never will I pardon you, Monsieur,” she whispered mischievoualy, “for consenting to give your parole.” “Mademoiselle,” he answered right gallantly, “I am your prisoner still or Free? aes | MoCardell — Copyright, 1915, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), feminine mind there is only one ex- cuse for calling at an early hour, the Joyous errand, to the female way of thinking, of spreading news of dole and death, Mrs. Jarr hastened to the door and greeted the caller, who was @ stout lady of military aspect. Mr. Jarr had often heard the term “war bride.” He had never seen a war bride, but taking a quick glance at the caller and observing (her face was like a fortress), he mentally agreed that Mrs, Blather was a war bride, He was mistaken. She as a civilian widow, but just the same she looked like a war bride, or at least she looked lke what Mr, Jarr conceived @ war bride would look like. “I was to come early and sew for Mrs, Kittingly upstairs, but Mra, Kit- tingly was out at a party all night and has mal de mer,” Mr, Jerr heard the visitor explain, Mr, Jarr wondered if By Helen Copyright, 191 and all the rest as a “game.” until he awakes some morning with againi” feeling. tricate them. | just like a swear-word, struggle with her appetite, Reflections of A Bachelor Girl CHAPTER XIV, ARDLY raging, but outwardly calm, I waited for his answer. Then, once again I asked: “Was that necklace Miss Arnott was wearing the one you allowed me to wear at your dinner?” “Yes, it was the same necklace. But I didn't know she was going to wear it. I told you I didn’t know she was invited,” he blustered, but un- derneath his bluster I thought I dp- tected a certain shame, ‘And, by Mrs, Kittingly had gotten “half seas lover,” as the saying is, that she should have mal de mer. “Come right in,” he heard Mrs, Jarr ay, “I want to ase if you can fix over @ dress for me.” Mr, Jarr made his escape, The visi- tor was evidently an itinerant dress- maker, Mrs, Jarr’s downtown trip was called off by the caller, Rowland by the Preas Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World). A MAN regards @ woman's firet tear annoyance, the third as a bore, the fourth as a personal affront— @ tragedy, her second as an — Fllrtations are like chestnuts: a man never knows when he h nough @ dark brown taste and that “Never Fools rush into sentimental situations from which angels couldn't ex- ‘Treat a man’s love as you do bis flowers: enjoy its sweetness as long as It lasts, and don’t tear it to tatters trying to analyze it, A dark brown past is no insurance against a black future, and it is a fatal feminine mistake to marry a man who has “seen life” on the theory that he won't keep right on looking for it. There are times when a woman can say “Why, John!” so that it sounds A man never fights his appetite; he simply argues with his stomach; & woman never argues with her stomach, but her life {s one long, tragic A man can forgive a woman for not understanding him; in fact, he can forgive ber for almost anything else on earth except thinking that she DOES understand him; for, down in his heart of hearts, dearie, every man likes to think of himself as a deep, dark, subtle mystery, Lover's Motto: If at first she won't beliers, lie, He again! The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond Copyright, 1015, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World). | be. | and always!" Making a Hit By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1018, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Prening World As a “Handy Man.” 2, It's man's work to itt heavy furniture, particularly when the w {are being put down and have to slid under bookcases, plano, &c. Your Wife tells you that all you have to do is lft when she gives you the ~Just leave the rest to her, Uy having had former +4 branch, remind aa (It ts er art of all, men, round. the house." Women that rng abers toe rales tat for aman toi be ‘umly helpful alu Gad, she shall wear it whenever Z) ‘tics ikl fang in hia choose,” log up the place” for the winter) “Then I shall never wear tt again. IRST—In the old daye when win- “That will be as I say!" and with- out another word he turned off the light and went to bed. I waited until I knew by his breathing that he was asleep, then I too undressed and crawled into bed. In the morning neither Haskall nor I mentioned the necklace, but after he left I could not dismiss it from my mind, I felt belittled, insulted. Toe day dragged miserably, About three o'clock Erie Lucknow called. I had tric' to put him from my mind, I had determined never to see him alone again, ness was too acute, the desire for companionship too great, so in spite of my resolutions I hurried down to greet him, “You see I have again broken my parole,” he said as Lt welcomed him with frank delight, “What?” I questioned, forgetting. “Don't you remember I said I was not coming again unless Mr, Bor- roughs invited me? But this after- noon I felt it impossible to remain away, It seemed as if there were something drawing me, as if—pardon me—you needed me,’ "1 did 's aloud I said o here, you will please make the best of my society and stay to tea,” James brought the tea, and for an hour Eric Lucknow made me forget my unhappiness, Heakeits neglect, and—Madelaine Arnott, 1 was so happy with him that I did not try to hide my emotion. That he realized I needed help I appreciated, and that he was doing his utmost to make me forget I understood, What I did not understand was that there might be danger for me, my peace of mind, In my association with Eric Lucknow, I wondered what he would say did he know the conditions under which I lived, the drear, unhappy hours when alone [ tried to argue myself into a state of quiesence; and was tempted to con- fide in him, My pride was all that prevented, “I shall not see you again for some t'me,” he said as he rose to go, “husi- ness will take me away to the coast, I leave to-morrow.” For a moment my heart seemed to stop beating. I dimly realized what Brio Lucknow, his occasional pres- ence had meant to me, And with the realization came a certain shame that T could allow any man, save my hus- band to mean anything at all to me, This feeling of shamé so tinged my manner at parting that [ was sure he misunderstood me. Yet I could say or do nothing to overcome it, and tho hurt look in his eyes as he turned away remained with me until I saw him again. When Haskall came home I told him Mr, Lucknow had called. “Making love to you, I suppose,” he sneered, “No, Haskall,” I replied humbly, “IT have more respect for my duties as a wife than you appear to have for yours as @ husband, Neither Mr, But my loneli- Lucknow nor any other man has ever said a word to me that you might not have heard, Can you say as much?" (To Be Continued.) dows were only curtained it was bad enough. Now that they are curtained AND overdraped, the agony is twofold, Of course, you have no | stepladder, And when you want to that a party on the fourth floor is using {t just now to hold up the ceil- ing. So you improvise a stepladder. |You put an troning board across the arms of a morris chair. On top of that you_place two volumes of a de- Jerepit encyclopedia and finish it off with a wooden box the groceries were delivered in, turned on end. These are your instructions to your wife, who stands below: ‘Now be sure and hold down the end of that board—it's very shaky anyhow and if you let go I'll go crashing through the window and get badly cut—and be killed on the pavement, afterward, most likely, Of course I have the ‘nails in my mouth—where else can I put them? Now hold tight, I'm going to begin to hammer, (Bang!—!—!), Of course it borrow the superintendent's you find | h was my finger! Oh, all right, it you think you can do 1! any better, why get up here and fo it!” (And she does), Address “Love Story Editor, Evening A Wilderness Romance. ‘T was on board a Iiner that I first | met him, gazing with longing at the last glimpse of shore. I invited him to join our party, and over a good cigar he told his story, He was stationed at one of those God-forsaken spots that big nations claim and send their sons to keep in order. It was s. enty-five miles in- land; the only way to reach it was to walk, It was a dog's life, and j finally the fever had got him and he had jeave of absence. Returning home, he fell in love. Kut how could |he ask any girl to share nis lot? She was Willing to wait for him, but had he the right to ask it? If only he had a post in the town!— twenty white fam! there, nice people; they ‘ad dances and ‘motor boats, the liners stopped twice a month, It was really civilized. When we made his port he was told that he had been promoted; he was to live in the town, have @ house and a motor boat, He cabled her to come out. A letter later brought ms the that she had come out to ; they had been married and lived True Love Stories The Bvening World will pay $5 apiece for all tru The stories must be 250 words or less in ican pily for six months, Then she ew Ured, left him and returned to ivilization and another sweetheart, He 18 still there in his lonely home, M, D, CLARKE, 416 Fort Washington Avenue, New York City, don't say ‘Lift’ until you're all eso I wasn't brought up to ® 4 heaver, you know, and I can nod tt in the alr all night." So she Now!" and you lift and you find it three times heavier than tt was last year, and you put it down, al er finger’s on the wrong spot: in spite of antiseptics, gauze and ad. hesive tape bandages, and much pathy from you, she tells yor you get off as an ald to housel eeping, 3, Just because several articles furniture are beginning to look iy is no reason why you should call in a, furniture man ‘to polish them. @o around the corner, Ask for ail th furniture polishes you ever aaw ad~ vertised. And when you find they haven't any of them, take one the man recommends, Come home. Take off» your coat and vest and get a brush and a piece of canton Apply the polish with the brush, neg- lecting to note that {t should’ first be diluted with turpentine, Then get to work and put some elbow grease in the job with the flannel. When you get through It will look as if Mary's little lamb had been taking a siesta 1B 6. pool of luo And right here's ‘© the Kibosh {i your “puttering.” WS ie love stories accepted, 7th and truthful in every detail, World, New York City.” Her Parents’ Courtship. KNOW of no love story more beau. uful or romantio than that of my parents, Born tn th up-State, they had never. met; boca father, who was much old oe to New York early in tite," n the last day of a home he chanced to m tered eee the local paper, who perauaded bim to stay over a day and attend a teach, ers’ excursion to Watkins Gi . Mother was a teacher, and ag od: {tor Introduced the in o8 day he laughingly ‘remarkeds ter not let her out of your aight tu after lunch, Her mother is the dest cook in town." But a greater attracs Uon than her lunch basket (which he carried for the rest of the trip) kept him by her side throughout the jour. ney and the tramp through the lens and when ho left for New York on the oldaigne Sain, the rose she had worn roughout the day | idden papket over his heart,” “8 that was on a Sature ‘Tho following June they wacctokers ried, And every Saturday during the interval father sent her a TO36, in remembrance. Throughout thelr mare rled Life (one of unending devotion) a print of Watkins Glen hung in their room, And when mother died, twelve years after father, her last Vou wan was the Gagmente of father's ‘oses of remembrance bd fous ot Fem ‘ance should be bur: MRS. WILLIAM G, CHANDLER. No. 249 Washington ah Sen Aen Beane af