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\ #errorism in this direction to limite recognized by peoples who ha' ESTABIASHMD BY JOSEPH PULITZER. " Daily Except Ong st, by Fone Fetettee Company, Nos, 82 to SUR RRE eae aa Ww. rer. 63 Par! yoOsWPH ‘ZER, Jr, etary, @ Row, * at the Poql-Oftice New York ae Becond-Clans Matter. tes to The Evening) For ni Ro} sland and the Continent and ‘tries in the International Postal Union «+ @8.60) One Yoar.... 0! One Month. seveseesesNO, 19,806 THE CASE OF THE ANCONA. OWEVER testimony conflicts as to whether the Ancona tried to get away or stopped dead at the first shots from the sub- marine that shelled and sank her, there is no doubt ae to the panic and sacrifice of life among her unfortunate passengers. To maintain that the slaughter of innocent non-combatants on @ passenger ship, the murder of women and children travelling on a westward bound vessel, oan advance the interests of any belligerent mation in Burope is as preposterous now as it was when this atrocious “emmthod of massacre was first put in practice. ‘The civilised world will never «amit that euch barbarous pretense ef werfare on sea can be justified. When we exacted from Germany the pledge that no more mer- Want ships ehould be torpedoed without warning wo did not condone modified murder by submarine. - What we did do was to protect neutral Americans by insisting Bit any belligerent nation that valued our friendship must confine Progreseed beyond savagery. Austria is no exception. Her responsibilities toward Americans fwravelling on merchant vessels are the same as those accepted by Germany. Careful inquiry into the circumstances attending the sink- ‘tng of the Ancona and the srorifice of American lives must determine whether Austria has deliberately ignored the rights this neutral nation ‘weently defined and defended under the eyes of all parties to the great struggle. Submarine attacks upon passenger ships are, from any sane point of view, unwarranted, wanton, profitiess. We have gone to the limit of ur power, as a nation at peace, to discourage this kind of warfare © tes. We condemn it as uncivilized. We oan only continue to protect @er citizens, at all costs, whenever it breaks throucz) its bounds to menace their lives and rights. eS eee Big plants working day and night, with extra machinery, crowded floor space and accumulated products walting ship- ment, may be more subject than usual to sudden and disastrous ¢ fires. : Three big dlazes in as many munition-making establish- ments within twenty-four hours nevertheless put a strain on the coincidence theory. The fire germ of late attacks the munition factories with amazing frequency and precision. Minds and money have been at work endeavoring to scatter eparks in just such places. Of that we have had proof. There ’ ere too many evidences of conspiracy in our midst to make it » Boasible for us to see effects without suspecting causes. Who is behind it all? The need of finding out this thing we ought to know becomes daily more imperative. — a FORMOSA. ORMOSA has been “celebrating” this year the twentieth anni- versary of its annexation by Japan. From the administrative point of view, ae the Japan Weekly Chronicle points out, a @feat work has been accomplished. The camphor and sugar indus- The Rivals ij & The Jar — By Roy L. Copyright, 1015, by the Press Publistl R. and Mrs, Hoker, ths newly- weds, were calling «gain on the Jarra. Mr, Jarr was backed into a corner, held at bay by the bride and the tries have been promoted almost regardless of cost, anarchy has been] bridegroom, not to mention Mra. weplaced by strongly centralized government, and “doubts as to who|J&FF. The bride was in high spirits wate the masters of the island have been effectually sot at rest.” © On the popular side rejoicing is less pronounced. Another Jap- Gnese vewspeper, the Tokio Nichi-Nichi, puts the matter plainly: The policy of the administration leaves mucb to be desired, (but the public have had hitherto little or no chance of criti- Claing ft on account of the high handed policy that the Formosan , »» @athorities habitually pursue. The prohibition of pubile criti- tem is carried almost to its tmost extremity, and to it is due ». the alow progress of the island, considered from the standpoint _ @f colonial development. On the {sland iteelf the publication of no other newspapers than the official organ is allowed, while anybody venturing to criticiee the policy of the edministration «with any freedom is expelled. «* The fact is, reports have leaked through the Formosan censors. Whe natives of the island appear to be still fiercely hostile to the Jap- fanese. Conspiracy after conspiracy has been uncovered and “ex- tirpated.” In one instance more than four hundred prisoners were gentenced to death and others consigned to prison for terms aggre- ting three thousand years. A part of the Japanese public ie shocked by there stories of whole- tale execution and incarceration. There begin to be frequent de- mands that “the veil be lifted from the secrets of Formosa.” All of which goes further to show that nations nowadays find If only half done ererloriship of this aort a hard and thankless job. the thing is footless. When thoroughly done it hecomes a scandal. The effectual suppression of public criticism is one of the world’s fost arte. Dollars and Sense By H. J. Barrett. 1 Copyright, 1015, by the Prem Putiidhing Oo. (The New York Wrening Wort), So was Mrs. Jarr, for there before her was Claude Hoker, a specimen trophy of the matrimonial chase, captured, dispirited, There, too, was Mr. Jarr, longing in bis secret soul to leave the present refined company and to enjoy himself with the married men in revolt who played auction pinochle in the back room of Gus's man tr on the cor- ner, now that the weather was con- ducive to this engrossing indoor sport. “I don't know what to do about apartments,” the bride was saying “You will have to go with me and help me look for apartments, Mrs Jarr!" Mrs, Jarr's eyes gliistened. There are only two greater joys in a wom- an’s life than home hunting. ‘These two be husband hunting and bargain hunting—perhaps home hunting can also be classed under the latter head. “Everybody talks about hard times, but I can't see how times can be hard when landlords ask the rent they do,” the bride went on. “It's something dreadful, my dear!" chimed in Mrs, Jarr, “I assume you wonder that we live in this apart- ment house, with no elevator or hall- boy or even other modern conveni- ences, .But I'll be frank, We can’t afford the rent asked in those new lives. @ year rent, and the tenants in the Highcosta Arms are not allowed to have children. and all the dogs, if they are toy pedi- ment houses like the Highcosta where Clara Mudridge-Smith She pays ten thousand dollars They are permitted to have company and dancing all night r Family McCardell — ing Co, (The New York Brening World), “I want you to come with me and help me to find apartments, Mrs. Jarr,” resumed the bride, “The very minute the janitor—bullding superin- tendents or building managers they All themselves now—see my darlin, Claude they regard him as a victim Mr. Jarr gave darling Claude a gloomy glance. Claude surely was the living victim and the human sac- rifice, a boob of nature and a simp of sorts. A lot of men get that way after many years of matrimony, but darling Claude was that way from the beginning. “I'm very busy this week,” said Mrs, Jarr, “but Maude, dear, I would like to see you settled, and I'll go with you to look for flats—apartments,” she corrected herself. “I know Mr. | Jarr will enjoy going with us, too.” The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond Copyright, 1915, by the Pree Publishing Co, (The New York Brentng World). OHAPTER XV. ANY of my days were days of torture. I spent hours in read- ing and study, but necessarily there were numberless other hours when my very soul revolted at the life I led, Sometimes weakness overmastered me, and I would throw myself on the bed and weep for hours. At times it seemed to ease the pain; at others the self pity that always accompan- fed the tears only gugmented my unhappiness. It was early autumn. I had a marvellous feeling of energy that, had I been happy, would have made me aflame with the zest of being alive. But the joy of life meant nothing to me. One afternoon after doing a little shopping I determined to walk home. I reached the entrance to the park | She knew better, but {t would be good discipline for Mr. Jurr. Mr. Jarr groaned again, Then he looked) at Claude Hooker and resolved that much as he might detest the rigora of hunting homes for other people | he disliked the prospect all the more because {t would take him out in the and went in almost unthinkingly and open air with Claude Hooker, who| surely must be older than he looked, as no humay being could be so empty-headed at twenty-four, bridegroom's given age. No, 1—Trousers, LTHOUGH not, ___etriotly speaking, things of beauty, trousers have a long and respectable history, Tho word is rather obscurely derived from the old French “trousser,” or trunk hose, which originally meant to tle- up, to tuck, to gird. “Pants” ie an affectionate shortening of pantaloons, so named apparently as a compliment to the favorite Venetian saint, Ban Pantaleone, “Pantaloon,” a dodder- ing old man in loose trousera and slippers, Was @ stock character in the {How Men’s Clothes *egan| Copyright, 1015, by the Pree Publishing Qo, (The New York Evening World) i#h Isles, it was our old friend Beau Brummel who first made them pop- there. The ones he wore were k, anug fitting, and buttoned over nkles. The new style stirred up an awful row, being roasted by ool- lege professors and highbrows gen- erally as terribly improper, espectal- ly for evening wear, just about as was the late, unlamented turkey trot, But the old Beau, who simply hated publicity, stood pat, and finally put them ove - The next atep was trousers cut loose enough to go over the boot, and fastened with loops. Then the Duke of Wellington, after his Peninsula campaign, helped along the good work by wearing @ pair held firmly the; continued my solitary ramble, gcing home. |leafy walk soothed me. reason. some way to make the most of wha! ‘was left to me. I had left strolied along a bypath. came upon George Lattimore. “I thought breathiessly, 1 Join you?’ could not bring myself to like him. Kut I had no excuse ready. need-—so | replied: although my walk is nearly over, |pleaded. “I want to talk to you.” panion to-day,” 1 evaded, everybody.” Then, thinking I ungractous, I continued: “I hi blues to-day, I guess.” list of those of whom you are tired.” reached the border of the lake, “No, indeed! park. Can you return it?" Shocked, surprised, insulted, turned angrily to him. he spoke again before I could got breath, “I am a married woman, Mr. Lat timore, the idea that you could insult hood. noon.” rapidly away. He soon overtook me, Iwas jscarcely conscious of anything save my unhappy thoughts and that I was The Stories By Albert Payson Terhune time, when the woods and the flelds were calling to him. neighborhood talk to the effect that France had been beaten to her knees Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces Copyright, 19) by the Prew Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), No. 72—THE LAST CLASS, by Alphonse Daudet. JRANZ was @ little Alsatian schoolboy, And, like most boys of his F age, he could not see any sense in studying, especially in spring- u In his Alsace village there were so many thihgs more inter esting than lessons! For instance, the excited groups that read the Franco Prussian War bulletins outside the Mayor's ofice, the regiment of Prussians drilling on the parade ground beyond; the snatches of half-understood ‘by her German foes, and that there was even horrible possibility of Alsace’s becoming a German province. One morning Franz started late for school, He was afraid of a scolding from grim old M. Hamel, who for forty years had been tho village eohool- master, For M. Hamel ever frowned on tardiness, So Franz ran at top speed. He ran eo fast that he did not observe the queer, solemn hush that ¢ had fallen over the whole place, Strange He scrambled up the schoolhouse steps and into the Tidings. Glassroom, trembling with fear. But M. Hamel—clad in his wonderful Sunday clothes—greeted him very genuy. Motioning the panting lad to his place and saying: . “We were just going to begin without you, little Franz.” As Franz sat down, he noticed that the room was full to the doors. Ag the rear sat many of the old people of the village, All were sad of face, all were silent. And now the strange hush was broken by H, Hamel. “Children,” the old schoolmaster was saying, in the same gentle votoe with which he had welcomed Franz, “this {= the last lesson I shall ever teach you. Berlin has commanded that only German shall henceforth be taught in the Alsnce-Lorraine schools, The new schoolmaster will arrive to-morrow, So this js your very last lesson in French." And now, with a sick misery at his heart, Franz understood. Thie ee« counted for M. Hamel's Sunday clothes; for the presence of the old peoples, for every one's solemnity, The last time French was to be taught in Alsace! All at once Frang lessons—the lee« wanted to cry, as he remembered how he had slighted sons that must hereafter be taught in a guttural foreign language! Presently the schoolmaster spoke again—tenderly, sorrowfully—to his class. He told them that the French language was the most beautiful om earth; that his pupils must never let themselves forget a word of it; because an enslaved people hold the key to their prison so long as they cling to their own language and do not forsake it for the language of their new masters, Then came the lesson in writing. In a letter-press hand, M. Hamel wrote on the blackboard these words for the children to copy: “France—Alsace. France—Alsace.” Suddenly the village clock struck 12. Onn > the square, } Vive Prussian trumpets sounded from The time had come. M, Hamel rose to big feet, hig arms outstretched, his voice trembling, La France! “My friends,” he faltered, “I—1"— p Poeeeeeeee 4 He could say no more, ‘Turning abruptly to the blackboard, ae wrote in enormous lette: “VIVE LA FRANCE!" Then, hiding his face in his arms, he whispered brokenly: “School t# ended. You may go, now.” Mollie of the Movies By Alma Woodward ‘Copyright, 1015, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), "VE had revenge that was bittery These dames kept giving me th and some that was swept—but|once-over like 1 was some cute tue none #0 sacabarinely so as the|2°% specimen. And after about ten : minutes of It my goat got right wy bunch I pulled last Thursday. on its rear pedals and neighed. 4 Six years ago the Vice President of] We had no written dialogue for our company—a siormal specimen of | is, think—Juat improvised “as we vent long. It came time for me to the garden variety’ of man with some| hurl my big apocen L'wes farina tte ideas and no money—went into busi- villain, so that th wouldn't be abl ness with our President, who had|to read my lis on the screen, And some cash but not an idea to his|! let loose! Instead of calling these social but- terfiles sirens, vampires and -other soul-tickling appellations that are the breath of ilfe to them, in my frenzy I dubbed them plefaced mutts, asinine incompetents, leeches, pieces of cheese! And to carry out the wildness of my language I acted all over the blamed place, I could see them start indignantly, back. Jn these six years, they've both made slathers of coin. ‘It hasn't changed the President much, temperamentally —he has bigger deposits in more banke—that’s ail, I8ut, gosh, what it's done to the other sruy. He's got a yacht, an opera box—and a wrist watch. More! He's got a lot of friends from the uppest circles who The quietude of the 1 began to I feit that I must reorganize my life, yet how was I to do it? Then came the thought I would try to find the main walk and Just as I passed through a vine laden arbor I it was you,” he said 's0 I took & path I knew to cut you oft. How do you do? May His ‘eyes sought mine, I thought eagerly, He was tall and strong, Many called him handsome, but I had never used the polite platitudes of many society people—I never saw the “I shall be glad to have you join me, “Prolong it @ little for my sake,” he “lL am not @ very cheerful com- ‘Lam tired of myself, of almost everything, and— ad been ave the “I hope you don't inolude me in the “Shall we sit down on this benon for a little while?" he added as we 1 should be at home now instead of dawdling here in the “Mrs, Burroughs, I want to help you, be your friend, more; I love you, “It hurts me to see you unhappy,” I am sorry if anything in me, my manner, could have given you me both in my wifehood and my woman- 1 will wish you good after- And I turned and walked ride in his cars, cruise on his yacht, eat his pheasants and drink his vin brut, and so forth, without charging hima cent for it. I hate to see any one made an un- t | suspecting lobster of, even when it's his own fault, So when fate played into my hand last Thursday I took advantage of It. On that day we were doing reel threo of "The Saturninity of Society,” with me as the littlb reformer, when in walks our Vice President towing a cluster of the haute tnonde swathed in enough silver fox to start a foxery. I don’t objeot to dn audience, as a j|rule, They inspire me, But 1 do ob- |Jeot to a vivisection cdmmittee whose {instruments are lorgnons and razor- edged tongues, Address “Love Story Editor, Evening Despatr and Love. ‘TTMH arrived when I thought life was not worth the living. I would have weleomed death. Just then the fairest creature in the world appeared to me. 1 wooed and won her. Afi@® mar- riage, and only then, did I realize what love truly meant. The beauty ot her smile, the cheery greoting when I return home after a day's work, are a veritable tonic. t| No’ matter how she feels or how badly things have gone with her, my -| homecoming is always beautiful and an event. If I have had reverses, one look at her, the sound of her voice, the loving kiss that greets me, send all the blues scampering; and again happiness is mine. How she tries to make me happy! She does all in her power to keep my bouse in order and is always eager to have I True Love Stories The Evening World will pay $5 aptece for all true love stories accepted, The stories must be 950 words or leas in length and truthful in every detatl, curl their lips, shrug their shoulders, otc., out of the corner of my eye. Then I our little Vice President trying to change the subject, so just to help him out I suddenly became over- wrought with my own fervor and fell in @ stunning stage faint right on the villain’s pearl gray spats, When | thought it was about time to come too, they'd gone. The com- pany Was in hysterics and the direo- tor said he was going to lock that hundred feet of film up in the eafe de- posit for preservation, . The last thing they heard the poor Uttle Vico President say as he shooed his friends out of the door was: “I'm afraid I'll have to give hur a little va- cation—she's been working so hard I fear it has affected her mind, slightly.” Wortd, New York City. Now I court my wife to my sweetheart, Hae er, ‘AIN V, SYLY. ROOS, 445 West One Hundred and a first Street, ane Dereney Three Wrecked Lives. HEN I was elghteen years oM I loved a man with all my heart. But he did not love me, as he was engaged to another, 1 did all I could to separate them and finally I succeeded, He then found out of my love, and as a solace to hte lost happiness he turned to m were murried, He treated me. wee but without any love, One day, through Jealousy of his coolness to me, I accused ‘him of all sorts of things; and in my ar © confessed that !t was my fault that he parted with his first sweetheart, From that day on his former into hate, 0 | respect turned Finally I couldn't bear his I hurried along the path until I f happiness about her and| mean coldness and he ‘ é 4 Ancient Italian comedies, and always] Gown by straps under the ‘ dl 1) the spirit of hang! oF ant ess a ne couldn't bear of a olty of a half milion |covering the risk of breakage. Then | !¢!8 or Poms, but no children, L worked out a theory |stay, and the tallors went to work,|love, his knowledge of Haskalle in- | Ore wn in courtship days. ized. that I not only ruined iy’ ma | population, “two yeare ago|Wwe'll offer to insure every wearer of | “Why, for a four-room apartment, ’ odin twe Wave: A. [They produced some unique results, | fidelities as his excuse, I scarcely| Only now I realize that I am in| but the lives of two others, "Y Me | {™Y concern was one of the smallest sen against breakage for an an-|the rooms so small that Claude satd | hot £ in Oe trace ane wi as a glance at the old prints showing | heard him, I was so SAGre, L began | oye, Before marriage I courted my MRS. WILLIAM FULLER, X ‘ nual rate which will he couldn't keep a box of cigars in| Pend all ae der parts of the | ose cute, wide, flappy | effects, |to tremble. Should I tell Haskall of| sweetheart to make her my wife. 205 South wecond Street, Brookly fm the city; to-day it's the largest. rate which will show you a good s Te ree [2houlderss while in colder parts o creased at the sides, will indicate, | this indignity which I knew was un- | ® i + Brooklyn, | nd this extraordinary growth is due|Profit. The rate will look low to the | Most of them--not that 1 would let) world, where something closer AttUng | ang all of us can remember that nifty | deserved? Would he be at home and . 7 . fo fust one little simple idea customers because they don't realize | him smoke--they asked $5,000 year," | wus needed, they invented trousers — | bog top style, cross because I was out? Once wo The First Invasion of Mexico. » “ the percentage of profit that said the bride, The ancestor of our modern trou-) "You might find It hard to belleve,| had to stop while a line of vehicles = Mexico | Pe . 7 oT ee Gey « young man strolled into E yOu | er. Hoker groaned. In hia wildest |S! Was the trunk hose, a one-pleces |put the aclentists also claim there {s| passed, and I said to Lattimore: HE first invasion of Mexleo|Peroto and the City of Jalupa aury * | Say office and remarked, ‘My name is|™#ke on replacements, The final re- 3 apg eyeteees 3 form-fitting affair extending from|q reason for the kiited skirts the| “You will Kindly leave me and by a foreign power reached | ten’ ered without resistance, and in we | If I could double sults should be that you'll eventually | Nights of fancy he never expected to! iho waist to the feet, Along in thé| Highland Scots wear. They say that | never address me again. From now {te successful conclusion sixty-| (uy, jhe victorious Ame ie io corral all the business in the city, | or that much mone; But Mrs.|time of Louls XVL the “best dress-|trousers would be a handicap in/on I shall never recognize you,” and ‘ ; Fs tered Puebla, There the a } of business within sx months, °°! "| Jarr tactfully accepted the groan to |ers” in France considered it rather |tramping through the wet heather of |I deliberately turned away from him,|@lsht years ago, when Gen. Scott/ until August, when the ad “ae | Barton, would you be inter.) “Hauipped with an impressive look- | 1 *' bil Ot eorpidden to amoke, |THE thing to Wear loose fitting /the moors. ‘The Lowland Scots, by | He raised his hat, and with a look not/and the American army entered | resumed, and tho Mexic > eswar” ing policy, Hopkins started out a wook |™0an his . *|iower garments while loafing around | the way, following thelr cheery habit, good to see declared: the City of Mexico, ‘The conquent | 30000 was defeutor and ” The first week demon- It's only an expensive habit, emok-/ the house mornings, but this was) of cluttering up the language, used to “You will perhaps change your ¢ Northern Mexico had been ef- 4 force of a third its n “Naturally,” 1 replied. y ing is, Mr. Hoker,” safd Mrs, Jarr.| just a passing fad like wrist watches, | call trousers “trew: | mind.” ‘Then he stopped and a pe-| Ff Northern battlemented hill oft anuitence , “The weak spot in your methods,’ ded two more solicitors | +7 wish I had been firm with Mr. Jarr | colored hair and sport phirte, a So It appears that trousers had to Sullee smile crossed Bia face, fected before Scott pasos’ oe the gverlocking the eapit il, held out until q eontinued, at feonal con- def b Later on, toward the beginning of|come, and that they have come to! Unconsciously I looked in the same] capital. He landed at Vera Cruz in pt, 13, When the Stars and Strin i ad not hes eee 0 steadily, To | about smokin, ‘ the nineteenth century, knee breeches | gtay.. Just try to picture to yourself direction. In @ taxi sat Haskall and| yyaroy with an army of 13,000, and| W®Y6d over Its shattered aera 7 wnat be + re's ®Y! thousand members in my ineurance| Mr. Jarr now sighed “and looked at| replaced the trunk hose, being worn|, subway guard, attired in bright! Madelaine Arnott completely en- et ; on the following day Scott entersd 7 Bvery one who wears siasees| company. The annual premiums far| the lace curtains with a bitter men-|with high boots out of doors and| pink, form fitting hose, holding up his | grossed in each other, Neither saw| the following mont egan the ad-| the city. In 1863 another forel; them cocasionally. And it | exceed my expenses. Not only does in his If’ th 7 with silk stockings for indoor funo-|hand at Fourteenth Street and an-| me, and without again glancing at t vanooe. into the interior. They were | army marched from Vera e ign , this brenoh pay tne prof, but | ee, 2” Jerr | ia? ty “Prith nh well thy | who, because of my husband's | confronted by a atrong force of Mex- | City of Mexico, the Fr see me anugwhere trom $8 to #9 to re- thing Mre, Jerr bad been firm about, | 4°Ns. nouncing: ee, wate! re! iy in the stron aaa of Carre ' ench under Ba. it aleo as ity and perma. | ting Although the Irish are eat to Reve| going!" It wouldn't do, There's no|heglect had dared insult me, I hur-|icans in rq zaine capturing the city | ‘the lenses. Now, by o study | nance my business which applies to|{t was smoking, especially in prox-|peen the first to wear something Hike rnd We’ to keep on wearing | ried home. Gordo, but defeated Santa Ana's men Austrian Archduke faximilian Soe , @f your own customers, that ‘of tow professional men. imity to those lace curtains, our present day trousers in the jouners. wo ees ° A (To Be Continued.) and pressed on The Port of his short-lived empire, ian set up